#i even called my mom to ask her to come upstairs bc i felt like my head was actively about to explode

[aliaology]

HOUSE THAT BUILT ME

summary: reader (older hughes sister) takes a small flight to toronto to say goodbye to the home she grew up in before moving to michigan.

pairings: hughes brothers x older sister!reader

warnings: just angst. part three of my older hughes! sister au so it kinda contradicts never grow up bc i almost made the michigan house be her childhood house with the childhood room line, but the toronto house was her childhood house, i just lowkey forgot they lived in toronto in the first part.

you didn't expect to be here. you didn't expect yourself to take a last minute flight to toronto and stand in the front of the house you used to call home. but you felt drawn to do so, you had to come back one last time. even if people told you you couldn't, you still did.

you felt yourself walking up the stairs. your handprints littered them, along with little quinnys, little jackys, and little little lukeys. the multi-colored handprints were a stark contrast to the white, chipped paint of the porch stairs.

they creaked under you, causing you to step slower. you now stood in front of the screen door that covered the red door. your hand shakily reached up to the doorbell, pressing it. the all-familiar tune played. it wasn't a normal 'ding!' no, your mother made it ring to a beat. one you would tap your foot to every time it was rung.

the door creaked open, revealing a slightly older woman. "can i help you?" she asked, eyes squinted from the sun.

"im so sorry to bother you, i know you dont know me but, i um- i used to live here." you awkwardly laughed. "me and my brothers are actually the kids who did those handprints on the stairs." you informed.

she opened the screen door, stepping out. she had a soft smile on her face and waved you over to the small swing that was on the porch.

you two ended up sitting and talking. "the back bedroom, that was mine. i did my homework on a dainty desk and that room is where i learned to play guitar." you spoke.

a fond smile was on the womans face. "i've never once changed anything in this house since me and my family moved here." she told.

"i couldnt. i actually hoped one of the kids who did those handprints would show up. i like learning of what this place used to be. plus, whoever did that kitchen was amazing." she chuckled.

"my dad helped my mom do that. it was a dream kitchen for her. he helped a lot of her dreams come true with this house." you said.

you looked over the property. the green grass, the live oak, the trees that surrounded the house. you looked back at her.

"do you- do you think i could come in? i just want to look around. i swear as soon as im done, ill leave. i wont take nothing, just my memories." you smiled.

she let you. you found yourself tracing the walls as you walked upstairs. the same texture was there as it used to be. the steps still creaked twice with every step. the air was still cold, as it used to be.

you walked into your old room. the walls were still the dark purple they used to be. it made you remember who you used to be. the happy-go-lucky little girl whos only care in the world were her three younger brothers.

you weren't done looking around, but you already dreaded the idea of leaving. leaving home wasn't what you wanted to do. doing it once was hard enough. you could see yourself, your younger self, sitting at her desk.

feet kicking with a pencil in her hand as she hummed to some random song that she heard on the tv. she would smile every once in awhile as she did her math homework, realizing she understood something.

you could see young jack running in, a water gun in his hand, and shooting you with it, ruining your mood and your homework. you could see little luke rushing in behind him, tackling jack to the ground. little quinn would pin jack down and little you would tickle him as payback. luke and quinn were your little sidekicks.

after awhile, you walked back to the porch. "thank you again, ma'am. this meant a lot to me. it helped being able to see and feel the house again." you told her.

she smiled. "of course dear." you gave her a polite nod and walked down the handprint-filled stairs. you got to see the house that built you, and instead of leaving with tears, you left with a small smile.

tags (perm); @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @um-mads , @outrunangelss

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #new jersey #new jersey devils #quinn hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #hughes brothers #hughes sister #sister #older hughes sister #older sister #vancouver #vancover canucks #canucks #devils #nj devils

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.9 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT10, the rest of the parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, smut..😍, male!recieving, p in v.. praising)

A/n: you’re welcome, (I felt bad for y/n so I had to give her smth nice) this part is slightly longer bc of the smut.

“Mom I’m sorry.” I keep repeating myself as we get into the car, she hasn’t spoken a word to me since she saw me. “Mom I’m..” “sorry? I know you keep fucking saying it.” She interrupts me as soon as we get in the car. “Jesus y/n, beating up that poor boy?” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“He’s not a poor boy mom he started it, and then made me more angry by bringing up dad.” She turns to me, her eyes widened. “What did he say.” She asked coldly. “He said I was just like my father, those words should be familiar to you.” I answered her, turning my head away and looking out the window. She sighs.

“You know I didn’t mean that.” She whispered as she starts the car. “Where did you go after..” I interrupt her “after you kicked me out the house in the pouring rain? Maybe I went to a party and got drunk!” I sarcastically smile, “did you?” She asked surprised, pulling the car out of the parking space and driving out the school.

“No of course I didn’t, I cried on the sidewalk for half an hour in the pouring rain until my boyfriend had to come and take me to his house.” I swallow nervously. “Y/n.. you didn’t.” She had a sense of empathy in her voice, a tone I haven’t heard in quite some time.

I nod, biting my lip. The car ride was silent for 5 minutes, “how bad was it? The fight I mean.” She broke the awkward silence, “don’t think you can call it a fight if he just lay there and took it.” I laughed lightly, I swear I could’ve heard her chuckle but she quickly suppressed it. “It was bad, his nose is broken.” I add on and my mother shook her head in disappointment, a look I knew too well.

We arrive at the house and my mother turns to me, “I have to go back to work but, wash yourself up and try to relax.” She try’s to smile comfortingly but that’s just not our dynamic. I nod before getting out and walking into the house.

I head upstairs and get in the shower to wash myself up and also ‘relax’ as my mother said. Once I’m out the shower I walk into my room and throw on a baggy tee and Chris’ sweatpants I left here earlier. I sit on my bed and scroll through my phone when I get a notification from Chris. “Look out your window..” I put my phone down in confusion and mumble to myself “not creepy at all..”

I look outside and see Chris waving up at me from my backyard. I open the window and pop my head out, “how are you in my backyard?” I shout down, “I climbed in!” He replied proudly, “can I come in?”.

I laugh and nod before going downstairs and walking to my back door, as I open it Chris wraps me into a hug, “how are you feeling?” He whispers into my ear before placing a kiss in front of it. “Could be better.” I sigh. “You smell great,” Chris takes a deep breath in on my shoulder, which makes me laugh, “well I did just shower.”

“You look so good wearing my sweatpants aswell,” he grabs my waist and places a kiss on my neck, “keep it in your pants Chris I haven’t even closed the back door.” He moves out the way and I lock the back door up before going to my room. “Did your mom yell at you?” He asks me as I close my bedroom door, I shake my head and lay back on my bed.

“She was.. kinda nice to me.” I reply and Chris lays back next to me. “Wait..” I sit up, “aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I tilt my head and he smirks at me, “I couldn’t wait that long to see you.” He also sits up. “Chris it’s a few hours.” We both laugh.

About 20 minutes pass of me and him talking about the day so far and other stuff in general. “Can we like make out? I’m bored.” I ask. Chris places his hand over his heart, “I’m boring you?” He fake pouts, “no I just wanna.. do something interesting.” I shrug before Chris grins and grabs my face, we start to kiss and it quickly becomes heated, our tongues fighting for dominance.

I feel the ache between my thighs becoming stronger. I notice a bulge in Chris’ pants and I palm it through his jeans, “fuck..” he mumbles into the kiss. “Do you want me to.. you know.” I break the kiss, implying that I suck his dick. “Don’t feel forced into anything.” He breathed out, “only do what you want.”

“I want to suck your dick, I know how to do it, that’s the only thing I’ve done before.” I smirk at him. “After that do you want me to use my fingers or..” he asks me. “No.” I blatantly say, “could you be my first time?” I whisper looking at his lips, his eyes widen and he smiles, “yeah of course.” He replies, placing a quick kiss to my cheek.

I get off the bed and he stands up, I start to unbuckle his jeans and he takes over and does it for me, I pull his jeans down to his ankles and he pulls his boxers down, his length springing up to his stomach, my eyes widen at the size of it and I get down onto my knees. He pumps it a few times before allowing me to take over.

I put my mouth around his cock and wrap my hand around what I can’t fit, I start to suck and I look up at Chris through my eyelashes, he gathers my hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep my hair out my face and to guide me. I feel his dick kiss the back of my throat and I suppress the feeling of choking.

“Fuck.. look so pretty around my cock.” He groaned, starting to push my head further onto him slightly. I grab onto his thighs for stability and his head is back as he suppresses his moans, “shit I’m gonna cum..” he pulls out of my mouth. I look up at him confused, “I didn’t know if you’d want me to cum on your mouth..” he breathes, my hand still pumping his length.

“I want you to” I smirk up at him before taking his cock into my mouth again, his hips buck forward and he lets out a loud groan as I feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallow it and he lets go of my hair.

He lifts me up so I’m standing up and he pulls my face into a kiss, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.. okay?” He reassures me and I nod. He steps out of his trousers and boxers and I take off my sweatpants leaving me in my shirt and panties. “Do you wanna take your shirt off?” He asks me softly. I shrug and lift it off revealing my pink bra.

“I don’t wanna take my bra off, if that’s okay?” I cover up my stomach with my hands and Chris places his hands on my arms, “of course it’s okay, you’re so beautiful.” He plants a kiss on my neck. Causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin.

I lay back on the bed “can I?” Chris asks, his hands resting on the hem of my panties. I nod, he pulls them off in one quick motion, “if you want me to stop just say stop and I will. I promise.” He smiles at me and I smile back, “wait we need a condom, I don’t have any with me.” Chris says in a panicked tone, “I’m on the pill.” I reassure him and he sighs in content.

“You’re already so wet,” Chris whispers, leaning down and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Gonna need you to spread your legs, like this.” He moves my knees up to my chest and spreads them out gently. His tip rests at my entrance, “I’ll push in, it might hurt at first but if it’s too bad I’ll stop.” He holds my hand, “okay..” I breathe out.

His tip pushes into my entrance, stretching it out, it’s painful at first but I wait for him to fully be inside of me, “I’ll let you adjust, tell me when to move and I’ll start off slow.” He kisses just below my ear. “You can move.” I say quietly, he moves his dick slowly in and out, constantly checking my face for any signs of discomfort, I bite my lip as the pain turns to pleasure.

“Oh my god..” I breathe out and he stops his movements, “you okay?” He moves a strand of hair out of my face. “Yeah, it feels good.” I smirk. “Good girl.” He whispers and resumes his movements. “Can you go faster.. please.” I lightly moan out. He nods before fastening his pace.

I grip onto my bedsheets for stability the room is filled with just mine and Chris’ various moans and noises, “feels so good..” I moan out loudly, gripping Chris’ arm. I feel myself clench around him and he lets out a soft moan. His tip hits my g spot causing me to arch my back and I moan his name. “Sound so pretty moaning my name, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” He says through his own moans.

I feel a knot in my stomach, a familiar feeling from the other night. “I’m.. gonna.. close.” I whine. “Me too mama.” The nickname causing me to travel closer and closer to my climax, “you like that name huh? Doing so good.. so proud..” he slightly whimpers as he’s close.

“Cum all over my dick baby..” he whispers in my ear biting his lip as he continues to desperately fuck into me. “F-fuck..” I cry out as the knot in my stomach snaps and I feel myself dissolve into the pleasure. My arousal leaking around his cock, slowing his pace to help me through my orgasm.

He thrusts in slowly and gently, “can I cum on your stomach?” He asks me, whimpering and groaning slightly as he’s close to his climax too, I nod rapidly and he pulls out before releasing his cum onto my stomach in white stripes with a loud groan.

He flops onto the bed next to me his chest rising and falling. A second later he sits up and a massive grin creeps across his face, “what?” I smile back still breathing heavily, “you did it!” He says happily. I smirk at him, “I did!” He stands up off the bed and puts his boxers back on, “I’m gonna grab the flannel we used to clean you up last time.” He smiles, “yeah I washed it and cut the label off so you know which one.” He walks out the room and I hear the tap run.

He walks back in with the flannel, slightly damp to help clean off anything. He wipes my stomach and around my entrance. “I am so proud of you.” He kisses me. I sit up, “thank you, for doing that.” I sit on my bed, almost fully naked as he goes over to my drawer to grab me some clean panties. “I practically wasted those ones I had them on for less than an hour.” I point at the underwear I was previously wearing crumpled on the floor.

“It’s okay, and you’re welcome.” He puts the clean underwear by my feet and slips them on me. I stand up and he stares at my practically revealed body, “what?” I breathe out anxiously. “You’re just so perfect.” He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me and we start to kiss. I hear my front door unlock and my eyes shoot up to Chris.

His eyes widen and we hear my front door open, “shit my mom’s home early..” I whisper. Me and Chris are just standing in my room in our underwear. “Get your clothes on..” I whisper yell and Chris nods, “can I wear these?” He points to his sweatpants I had been wearing and I nod, “and this?” He grabs his hoodie from this morning. “Yes!” I said softly.

I open my drawers and get on a new baggy tee and I find some of my own sweatpants. I pick up our messed up clothes and hide them in the corner underneath a box of shoes. “Y/n? Are you here?” My mom calls as I hear her coming upstairs, “shit I’ll sit at my vanity and you can sit on the bed, just act casual.” I murmured to Chris and he nods, grabbing his phone and opening TikTok.

“Yep we’re upstairs!” I call, saying we so my mom knows someone else is here, I notice myself in my mirror, my hair is fucked up, I quickly brush my hair and my mom knocks the door. “We? Can I come in?” At least she asked. “Yeah.” I say. She opens my door and I smile softly. She looks between me and Chris.

“You must be Chris.” She spoke to him. “Yes ma’am.” He replied, saluting with his hand. Causing me to scoff and roll my eyes. “What were you guys.. up to in here?” She asks, I can tell by her face she suspects something. “Just talking about today, and stuff..” I hesitate. She nods awkwardly. “You’re home early from work.” I break the silence.

“Yeah they let me go early because of your.. one sided fight..” she smiles slightly. “Yep.” I say.

The air is tense in the room and Chris clears his throat and me and my mom look at him, he looks around at my room awkwardly. “Do you like the colour pink?” He asks my mom motioning to my room, obviously not knowing what to say. “Not really a fan but it’s not my room.” She replies and he nods looking over to me.

“I’m gonna go back downstairs.” She says to me and she smiles at Chris, “nice to meet ya.” He says as she walks out my room.

“Do you like the colour pink?” I mimic him, he puts his hands out in confusion, “what was I supposed to say? Oh hey there I just took your daughter virginity!” He does an overly happy wave. I laugh, “you’re stupid.” He chuckles.

“I don’t know why she’s being so.. nice?” I say, moving off of my vanity chair and onto the bed next to Chris. “Maybe shes become a nice person?” Chris says in a tone where you can tell he doesn’t even believe himself. I scoff.

“That woman switches up so quickly I don’t know what to expect.” I whisper as I lean my head on his chest. “Maybe she’s bipolar?” Chris asks, “don’t joke about that Chris.” I look up at him, “no I’m serious like does she have something?” He grabs my hand. “I don’t know.” We lay there cuddling and talking for a good 15 minutes.

“I should return to school for my last lesson at least.” He smiles at me, “you do that, I’ll walk you to the door.” He looks over at the box covering our clothes, “do you want me to take my clothes?” He asks.

“I don’t mind washing them for you, when my mom’s not here.” I grin at him, “okay.” He breathes out and kisses me on the forehead.

We walk downstairs and my mom is asleep on the couch, I open the front door and walk out with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He smiles, “yeah.” I nod pulling his face down to mine and kissing his pink lips gently.

“Tell your mom I said bye.” He says as he walks away, “will do.” I wave to him.

I turn around and open the door, going to walk upstairs. “He seems sweet enough.” My mom spoke from behind me and I turned around to face her. “Yeah.” I smile.

A/n: why is this so sweet tho and smutty.. (y’all we cannot trust y/n’s mom..) anyways I love making this series and I think there will be a few more parts left! Love yall!

Taglist: @blahbel668 @mattsleftnipple03 @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @hysteria-things @sturniologurl4l2008 @jakevwebber @braindead4l @mattybearnard @st7rnioioss @junnniiieee07 @sturniolosmind @accio326 @sturniol0s @alwayssublimedelusion @stingerayyy2 @freshsturns

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#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolos #smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt

[rroaddkill]

Deja vu, a chucky fanfic told through the perspective of Tiffany Valentine, a reflection of how much her child looks like someone she used to really know well.

I wrote this for @stinkysstuff bc of a headcanon they have.

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"Deja vu? What a strange feeling, I've never felt it before." Words I shouldn't say, because I have. It gives me anxiety every-time I do, wracks my brain with constant stress and pain. I remember too much, I live in the past. I live in a world where my son and his sister didn't exist and it was still us, he looks so much like you now it's almost like looking into a mirror of all my mistakes, it makes me sick. ill. And i hate being sick, I hate it with every fiber of my mind and body.

 I almost feel a sort of grief? It's like God's constant reminder of what I took away from myself years and years ago over something stupid, oh I remember it so vividly too..in full color, every sound made in that moment, every emotion, everything. My life changed forever…but it was for the better wasn't it? Was it not what gave us the life we have now? Even if we're apart, and I'm all alone with my thoughts. Knowing I can never fix it. I want you back so badly, but I'll never get any of that back. 

I grieve a lot about how much I fucked up, I FUCKED UP! I cheated the kids out of a present father, I cheated myself out of the best relationship and only relationship I've ever had..and for what? Because of something that happened and didn't cause me any physical harm at all? Fucking hell, I hate myself. I'm going to vomit everywhere, vomit my guts out, my blood, my tears can flow with it.

"Mom? You alright there?" A sweet and kind voice called out to me, breaking my intrusive thinking.. "yeah..ah..I'm fine, sorry honey." Glen smiled at me, his smile, his laugh, the way he looked and what he wore..everything brings me back. "I was asking if you liked my outfit, mummy?" The only thing that differs you from him is the slight accent, a slight British accent. I always found it cute, adorable that he holds onto it even though he's in a different body than his doll one, but..I digress, 

his outfit reminds me of you, fashionable like you were too, a black trenchcoat with a grey tweed material, I could've swore it was the exact one you had..a white sweater and dark purple plaid pants, his shoes being doc marten boots..oh he looks so much like you.. I miss you.

"Yeah, sweetface..you look great." I smiled lovingly at him, I knew that when him and Glenda left, whenever that'd be..I would end up going upstairs, reminiscing and sobbing my heart out, and god I hope I don't puke.

Come back to me, in a dream, or when I'm dead and decaying.

Come back to me, I won't rest comfortably until you do.

Even if it means death, I'll find my way back to you piece by piece.

Till death do us part, 

Remember?

#chucky #childs play #tiffany valentine #glen ray #tw for grief #tw emetophobia #tw anxiety #tw death #horror #just tiffany reflecting on her past #a little too hard #theo u are gonna love this so much i already know #if a SINGLE person calls this emotionally incestuous i will shove my foot way up ur ass fuck outta here with that #fanfic #salem! glen #salem! tiffany #salem chucky rewrite

[jungle-angel]

I absolutely love your writing like UGH so I was wondering if you could maybe write something hangman x reader, literally anything, just not angst bc rn I am trying to do like five different tests that are due tomorrow even though it's literally the second day of class lmao....

Baaaaaaaaaabes!!!!! plz don't stress yourself even though the time window is small. I have a very nice little piece of real estate on this blog that might be right up your alley (lol)

"Babies??!!!" Jake called loudly as he set his gym bag down at the door. "Girls?!"

Jake had begun to get scared. There was no noise in the house at all, but to his relief, two little red-headed girls poked their heads up from the baby gate that had been closed at the top of the stairs, Missy in her little bright pink sundress and Molly in her denim shorts and American flag tank top.

"Girlies, why are you up there?" Jake asked them.

"Mommy sent us up here because we were running," Missy replied.

"Were you supposed to be?"

Both girls shook their heads 'no'.

Jake felt pretty bad. You had been studying for hours, trying to get through all the bureaucratic bullshit that had piled up during the week, but he also felt terrible that the girls hadn't been able to get outside much. "Gimme two minutes babies and I'll be back," he told them.

He found you in the home office, still studying, looking like utter hell and probably in the throes of a migraine episode. You felt his arms snake right around your shoulders, his lips on the nape of your neck and that deep drawl in his voice breaking you from your trance.

"Have they been out to play yet?" Jake asked you.

"Not that I know of," you groaned. "Your dad called earlier in the day and told me he couldn't take the girls because your mom was sick. I meant to but I've got way too much going on."

"My queen," Jake said. "You are stressing yourself out. I'll take the girls out and you do what you need to do. But the minute I get back, I want you upstairs in a hot bath with a lavender towel over your eyes and a mai thai in your hand. Got it?"

"Loud and clear Lieutenant," you chuckled halfheartedly.

"Alright," Jake said, turning back towards the stairwell. "Oh babies??!!! Who wants to go to Uncle Bobby's?!"

"We do!!! We do!!!"

"Alright, go get your shoes, your towels and your swim stuff."

You relaxed a little upon hearing the loud thumping of little feet on the floor above you. Thank God your husband had come home in the nick of time.

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Floyd Residence, 3:12 pm

The smell of the charcoal briquette wafted high into the air along with the smell of cooking hot dogs and hamburgers. Payback had already brought Geneva and Neveah over as soon as he had picked them up from his parents while Coyote had made his way over with Carla, Paloma and Tiago. A small, portable radio was perched on the deck table, turned onto a classic rock station while Bob tended to the grill.

"Uuuuugh this sucks," Coyote groaned as he flopped into the hammock.

"What does?" Bob asked him. "A hooker in the front seat giving head? Or you when it comes to handling intense G-force during practice?"

Coyote lazily flipped him off, Bob chuckling as he turned over a few of the hot dogs. "I swear Carla and Paloma weren't this bad. This little midget on the other hand......is not a child......he is a straight up ten.....on the Richter Scale."

"Oh one of those?" Bob chuckled again with a naughty shit-eating grin.

"I mean it Bob," Coyote told him. "If he doesn't eat every three hours....."

"Yeah and Auggie's the same way," Bob informed him. "Except with sleep. We feed him once in the morning, once in the afternoon and before you know it, kid has a full belly and he's out like a light till dinner."

Coyote groaned again, running his hands over his face in frustration as Payback laughed.

Bob craned his head a little, leaning over the deck rail to keep an eye on his nieces digging in the sand nearby when his phone suddenly vibrated. He looked at the screen and sure enough, there was Hangman's name with a message.

H- On our way over, (y/n) is stressing out and girlies need to run wild

Bob quickly replied back, letting him know that it was perfectly ok to come over but the girls had to stay outside until August and Tiago woke up from their naps.

"He coming?" Payback asked, digging a beer out of the cooler.

"Bagman will be over in a minute, he's bringing the girls," Bob answered.

"What about Phoenix?" Coyote asked.

"Can't make it," Bob answered. "She had to run all the way from the base to go to get Gabe, his teacher sent him home after he caught hand-foot-and-mouth from another kid."

Payback and Coyote groaned in disgust. Geneva and her sister had already had it once and that was enough for any of them.

It wasn't long before they all heard the familiar flip-flop of sandals slapping the rough-shod path through the woodline and saw Jake emerging with the girls. "Alright my loves, go play with your cousins," he told them.

Molly and Missy ran straight to Paloma and Carla, nearly tackling them into the sand. Jake joined the other three on the deck, desperately looking like he needed a beer.

"How's it hangin Bagman?" Bob asked him.

"Low like a bison's balls," he answered. "You got a cold one?"

"Cooler."

Payback handed him a fresh Sam Adams from the cooler, the cap popping right off before Jake took a swig. "I feel bad," he said.

"Why's that?" Bob asked.

"(Y/n) hasn't stopped studying since I got home from the gym," Jake explained. "She's all stressed out from the testing she has to do and of course my mom's still got bronchitis."

"Hey if she needs a quiet place she could've come here," Bob offered.

"Even with Auggie?"

"Kid sleeps as soon as he's eaten," Bob told him. "Moira feeds him at 7 in the morning and he's out till one in the after noon once he's chugged a whole bottle."

Jake made a note of it but still wasn't sure if you would have taken up the offer. "Any idea where the other miscreants are?" he asked.

"Uh let's see," Bob said, flipping over a few burgers as he tried to recall. "Rooster and Mav are doing a test flight until six, Rusty's helping Penny hanging something up at The Hard Deck....."

"What about Phoenix?" Jake asked.

"She was doing a test flight when she got a call that she needed to go get Gabe," Bob told him. "His teacher said he got hand-foot-and-mouth disease from another kid."

Jake's face contorted itself into an unpleasant grimace with a feigned gagging noise that followed. "That poor, suffering bitch," he chuckled.

The boys kept at it, griping about the day and enjoying the late afternoon barbecue when Jake's phone suddenly buzzed. He took one look at the message you had sent, you submerged in a bath with a mai thai in your hand and the foam from the bath oil covering just enough.

And it was all Jake could think about for the next hour as the kids played in the sand and the others went about their own business, coiling around his brain like an ivy vine. He couldn't wait to get home.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #robert bob floyd #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #dagger squad

[naughtynanzhu]

May I ask you to share your ghost experiences? If you feel like it.

there's a lot but

so for one my house was haunted for awhile, like my mom and I both heard voices when we were home alone (she heard a man cursing a couple times and I would hear her call my name from my room but she wouldn't be home REGULARLY like of I heard it I'd just... sit. and wait. lol) and things would fall out of cupboards and off tables and when we started remodelling the bathroom, there'd be heavy poundings on the door random hours of the day and it got so bad that I went like 3 months getting maybe an hour or two of sleep a night and I had night terrors and couldn't move from one spot in the house like if I had to change rooms I'd lose my mind fkdnsksks

because of that, I had to give up on this paranormal investigation group I was in like it got so severe at home that I was afraid I was bringing things back to my house or something and since I couldn't sleep and panicked 24/7 (it even bothered me at work bc I was working overnight at a place where it was me and another person and anytime I had to go upstairs or in the back or even the bathroom I'd be so paranoid it was a nightmare) I just had to stop

but I did a lot of house blessings when I was in that group and we went to different places that were supposed to be haunted just to check it out and we went to the ax murder house in villisca a few times bc it's nearby and we stayed the night once... anyways my mom saw a ghost there while we tried to sleep in the car (interesting bc we know the guy that watches the house and he told us like a week or two later when the ghost adventures guys were there that one of them saw a figure that he described the same)

most of the stuff I experienced was there bc we went there so many times but it's an interesting place, you can hear children playing upstairs when you're in the living room and I went up the stairs once and there was a running thumping that came up behind me (spooked the shit out of me) and I like turned around and there was nothing (obviously) and when I turned back, something touched my cheek. also you can roll or bounce the kids ball and it'll come back after a pause no matter where you are in the room and the closet door opens a bit on its own sometimes (it's been inspected by literally everyone that goes and it's not a setup) anyways I haven't been there in a long time bc I get sick when I go in there and after the paranoia thing I just didn't want to anymore fosnfndosk

there was a haunted schoolhouse that the group went to without me bc I had to work so obviously I didn't see any of it but one of the girls was pushed over and another girl felt like she was getting choked which is insane I was like 🙄 but another group went like a month later and they were sharing experiences and the same thing happened in the same room to one of their girls and they looked super alike like they were both slim and tall and had dark hair and glasses idk could be a coincidence or bullshit but it's compelling

also we stayed (most) of the night at the squirrel cage jail in council bluffs which is like a museum now but they let us in overnight and it was really interesting to me bc there's different types of hauntings and I'm not looking them up to describe them better but ones like a broken record where the same types of things happen over and over like they would've when the people were there and then there's like spirits that are there in the moment and want to connect and both the ax murder house and the jail are like the first bc both are more active in the day than at night. like at the ax murder house you can hear voices and little running footsteps but then at night (when they would have been sleeping) there's mostly nothing, and at the jail we got there fairly late in the evening and we could hear stuff going on up in the jail area but then at like 9pm everything stopped and nothing went on the rest of the night (it was probably lights out for the inmates)

idk there's probably more but I try not to think about it too much anymore jxndkssk also my house is okay now bc I had a friend who's a priest that did some blessings and shit at my house and no lie it stopped and yet I still don't go to church, figure that out

[justlittlekatherinethings]

(this isn’t on main bc i don’t have readmores on this mobile version of tumblr. if i can edit one in i will.) cw mental health talk & some negative self talk. and religion woes. and pandemic mention. and cancer mention. wow we are filling up the cw bingo card.

not to blog on a blogging site but the jumble of emotions rn is making me go berserk. i hate being trapped here. the natural environment where i’m at is so beautiful and calming and healing but it gets usurped by the Im gonna Die In Here vibes emanating from my parents (read: mom).

she yelled at me today because my cat was having zoomies and burst open a door upstairs that caused a loud bang and woke her up. i was on a call so i didn’t see her angry texts and apparently that set her off and she stormed upstairs to blame me for the noise. when i said it was Jasper she just got frustrated and said the meanest thing she could think of, which was ofc that I need to get a real job.

i’m sorry im not fucking hireable and still under your roof like i don’t know what to do :( i keep applying for jobs and getting denied or passed over and it’s like. you don’t think that’s frustrating for me?? is it because i don’t show it (bc you taught me how to suppress emotions to keep them safe from you?!!!) like i’m. aough.

sincerely last month i could feel the kms ache creeping back (i have normal depression but in extreme duress the pre-ideation sneaks in again) due to being stressed and the insurmountable hopelessness of it all. i’ve been equal parts guilty and frustrated with myself as well as with the state of things. had a breakdown bc it’s my birthday in a few days and for the first time ever i’ve felt this Dread with it coming. it was like at this year milestone i was supposed to have been out, on my own, doing well and thriving, but like i’m just. here. i don’t want to spend it with my family i just want to curl up alone or drown you know cixhxbdkdks ugh.

those are side tangents. the interaction was so laughably funny like bc i Happened to be awake when the crash happened means I’m failing at getting a real job? like at its core I cant help but laugh bc wtf. but you know in the aftermath i’m just shaking bc it’s so evil and gets exactly at my insecurities and guilt and inherent worthlessness and then it makes me Angry for myself that someone would dare use those to hurt me like that.

it’s such a tangled mess of things. i’ve been scared of being kicked out since i was a kid and realizing i wasn’t religious, i was gay, and that i wouldn’t have any financial support necessary to live if they got tired of me (in that order). they get pissed at me for not spending time with them, but don’t want to see or hear me or think about me unless it’s on their terms. like i’m a doll. or a hermit crab. or yup a houseplant. they don’t support my art and never have (unless it’s making what they deem to be acceptable amounts of money). they don’t think any of my interests are cool or fulfilling even if they are for me. the only thing i do for them is the bare minimum of chores and mail their letters. i’m a blight to their perfect successful family and an embarrassment when people ask about me. But Also I can’t go get a normal retail job or like leave the house to do Anything (unless it’s an errand for them) because what if I get exposed while i need to take care of my Very Paranoid and undergoing cancer treatment & surgery Grandma. that would be so unfair to her :((((( So like which is it.

i just hate living in this toxic environment and want out so badly but have been failing and keep failing at getting a job since i graduated. it translates to all this self hate and frustration because i like, should have Just Done Better or majored in something useful or i dont know not been such a depressed and anxious fuck up.

I know that isn’t being fair to myself or my mental illnesses or the State Of Things and The State of Things 2: Global Pandemic. But maybe if i had less morals in their eyes I could have been rich off of bitcoin making my own tech start up and restructuring the UN from the inside-out…and not a pest animal living in their attic who creeps downstairs to get food and disappears.

I know it’s going to Suck tomorrow and I don’t want to go to sleep and/or wake up and deal with it. I have half a mind to think I’m gonna be woken up at 7 with ice water to the face like I’m a kid again and it’s Time For Church.

Closing thought thesis i guess is that i’m just frustrated and angry and scared.

[oceanforblues]

How it started

my father died when i was around 6 years old. we all lived in the same bulding.. kind of like a joint family. after my father died, people started to abuse my mom. she was distraught but also she was a working woman. you know how it was for women back in the day... she would go out to work and come home late and people would spread rumours like she was slutting around and hanging out with other men. the family would abuse me too. my cousins would sneak into my room and turn my tv off when id be watching tv. they would steal my toys. its like they made me a part of their family but at the same time treated me in a condescneding way. my mum ofc knew that because she was a grown woman. i didnt because i was a stupid kid. so i would always get upset with her that why would she get angry at my counsins because they were my friends. 

they would make fun of my weight all the time. their nickname for me would be “bidet” because my name is bushra. i dont know why i used to find tha funny back in the day. they would call me fat, they would make fat jokes around me like oh dont sit on the bed because you will break it. they would call me moti which means fatty. my uncle, their dad, would sexually harrass me actually. actually its really weird how many times i used to get touched as a child. my uncle would take my shirt off and roll me like dough on the floor. his wife wouldnt say anything but she would always look weird when she saw it. i didnt think much of it. they had a maid who used to work for them. she was also the first person who raped me. i woudl come home for lunch aroun 11am and around that time no one else would be around. so she would take me up to her bedroom, undress me, and she would do things with me that i feel like i shouldnt put in writing. i was 8. it felt weird when i saw her a few years ago when i went back home. 

oh, all of this happened while my mum was working. i guess she threw herself into her job after my dad died. which made sense. but she would focus on my brother more than me. her reasoning was that he never got his fathers love when i did so she needed to make sure he was loved more. which didnt make sense to me because he doesnt even remember father. i remember him. i remember his scent, his face, his memories, i remember the way he would hug me and hold me and how he would dance with me at night and sing with me and how he would do fun activities with me. wouldnt it make sense for her to care for me because ive been mourning him the most? she worked a lot because she wanted my brother to go to a private english school and not a boarding school like me.  my grandfather wouldnt allow it so she worked to pay for his tuition. she also paid for this math class i took, which honestly came in handy even now. but yeah. 

the other times i got harassed was when i went to my grammas place back in the villages. this one i remember so distinctively. it was some dude that worked for a neighbor. i remember he called me, took me upstairs to some corner and started to ask me some random questions while he slipped his hand under my shirt and felt me up. felt me up everywhere. i dont know why i didnt do anything. i never got touched like that before so i didnt know what to do. i just let him do it. all while my mum and my family was there with me. other times i got assaulted i guess would be the times some grown ass men would stare at me as i was walking to school, call me names, sing for some reason etc etc. i was unfamiliar with the concept of misogyny and sexual assault back in the day so i truly thought that was normal. i feel guilty at myself for not doing aynhting. i dont know why im crying now because it doesnt even affect me now. am i feeling bad for my past self? or am i actually grieving? 

but yeah. after my dad died all that stuff happened. after my grandfather died it got worse. he died around 2015 i think. he was basically my father bc he took care of me after my father died, when he saw that my mum was too busy focusing on my brother. he wasnt the best either i mean he treated my gramma like absolute garbage but he was nice to me. 

[ilovekazuhaa]

Could you, please, write about Julieta and a Fem Reader having a secret relationship (bc Juli is a friend of the reader's parents and the reader is a Isa's friend). But sometimes both the Madrigal family and the Reader's family meet them at odd moments. Until they finally decide that they can't hide their relationship anymore. Or something like five times they hid their love and once they didn't. Thanks!! ❤❤❤

A Secret Kiss

Julieta x fem reader

genre: fluff and a bit of spice! ;)

“Y/N! Y/N where are you?!” Isabela called for you, coming downstairs. Julieta had you pinned up against the wall, kissing you deeply as you two made out. She had her hands wrapped around your waist and her body pressed up against yours, her scent putting you in a trance.

You had your hands tangled in her hair, messing up her signature loose bun she always wore. It was now messy and falling apart, her peppered locks now falling past her shoulders. The both of you smiled against each other’s lips, basking as much as you could in this moment. Her soft tongue tasted every part of your mouth, savoring the feel of your lips on hers. She was blushing a bit, thinking about how far she could get with you this time when she heard her eldest daughter coming. She pulled away suddenly, her familiar warmth leaving you as the both of you were out of breath, lungs burning from the lack of air.

“Quick, get to the counter and pretend you’re helping me with something!” your girlfriend said, whisper yelling. As if on cue, a ding came from the oven, signaling that the arepas were ready. Pulling them out, she set them on the table and threw some dough over to you, to act like you were kneading it. She then grabbed a piece of her own dough, and acted like she was kneading it as well.

She felt bad for lying to her daughter, but the both of you were in a secret relationship, doing things together on the down low, not telling others that you were dating. You two didn’t want to say anything because you were young enough to be her daughter and the both of you were women so you two knew how people would react to that. Everyone thought you were just acquaintances that knew each other because of their families. You were known to be the best friend of the first born of the new generation of Madrigals, Isabela.

Doing things like this all the time was tiring. You couldn’t express love to your girlfriend in public or at all when others were around because it was a secret. Your relationship consisted of sneaking around, doing naughty things, and trying not to get caught. Of course you two spent time together when others were around, but you couldn’t do anything affectionate with the woman because people would become suspicious.

Walking into the kitchen, your best friend laughed at you.

“Haha! You’re helping my mom make arepas? Since when do you like to bake?” the girl said as she grew a little daisy and tucked it behind your ear.

“Since now” you responded “I want to learn how to cook for my future partner.”

Isabela scoffed, rolling her eyes adoringly as she smiled.

Julieta smirked and blushed. You were so adorable, even if you were half lying about why you were “baking”.

“What’s got you smiling mamá?” Isabela innocently asked, walking over to her mother and standing next to her. As you continued rolling the dough, your palms started to sweat and your heart began to race. God, Julieta was a terrible liar. She couldn’t lie to a bug if her life depended on it.

The woman nervously looked up at her daughter before responding “Oh! Well it because uh- I’m happy that I’m almost done with my work because Y/N here is helping me!”

This was followed by awkward laughs from you and Julieta. Isabela just shrugged it off and asked no further questions. You couldn’t believe she actually bought it.

“Hey Y/N, I’ll be waiting upstairs for you to finish, and then we can go to our secret garden to see our progress on the flowers?” the girl asked, standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

“Sure” you told her, smiling “Just give me like 15 more minutes and then we can go.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long, or I will come get you” Isabela said. You and Julieta gave each other a panicked glance before you agreed.

“Yes m’am!” you exclaimed, saluting to her as if you were in the army. Isabela chuckled and walked back up to her room, not suspecting anything that had happened between you and her mother.

“Woah that was close” you said, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

Julieta wiped her hands with a rag before she walked over to you and brought you in by your shirt collar.

“Now where were we?” the woman asked, smitten as ever as she pulled you in for another kiss.

-

The next day:

You straddled Julieta, your legs on both sides of her as you trapped her body under your legs. She laid under you and you sat on her hips, planting little kisses on her mouth, chin, and jaw. The both of you were in the living room of your home, on the couch. You lived with your parents and they were doctors. Currently, they were out in town so you didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in on you two, or so you thought.

The sound of you two kissing each other just made you want to rip all of her clothes off. It made it even harder when you saw those big brown eyes looking into yours, asking for more. And the way she continued to stroke your arms and legs, made you think she wanted the same thing. You kissed her lips, tucking a strand of her beautiful curly hair behind her ear as you cupped her face.

The two of you smiled into the kiss when you tugged at the piece of clothing that covered her upper body. You pulled away slightly, to speak.

“Off” you said.

“Well sure, but only if you do it yourself” the woman responded, flirtatiously.

You smiled in response to this and slipped off the top part of her dress, leaving it bundled up at her waist. As she laid in front of you, everything from her shoulders to her stomach was exposed and at your disposal. You bit your lip in anticipation because you could barely hold yourself back. The woman’s eyes gleamed with innocence, her cheeks flushed as if she had never done anything this naughty before, and her arms bundled up in her chest in “fear”. She still had a bra on of course, you hadn’t gotten to taking that off yet.

You leaned in, cupping the woman’s face as you brushed her your lips against hers, in a teasing manner. It was hard to bother the brunette, but this drove her insane, she was definitely going to get you back for that. From there, you began kissing her neck so she turned her head away, for easier access. Her hands rested on your thighs, rubbing them gently with her soft hands. Trailing down to her chest, she gasped when you left a soft peck on her breast. When she didn’t stop you, you continued. You kissed the woman so much, everywhere, not realizing that you had left dark hickeys all over her neck and chest. You figured you were doing well because the woman couldn’t even form a simple sentence while you attacked her with your desperate kisses and sucks.

After what seemed like such a short time, you got up to check outside the window to see if anyone was supposed to be coming.

“Stay” the woman said, sitting up as she grabbed your wrist.

Before you had a chance to respond, the woman pulled you on to her lap and you took this as an opportunity to lean over her shoulder. She rubbed your back, the both of you finding comfort in each other’s embrace. Her topless body was so warm even though she basically had nothing on, you never wanted to let her go. She kissed your shoulder and held you tightly, taking in your familiar scent as she sighed contently. Thinking about all of the hickeys you had left on her neck and chest that she had no idea about, you chuckled softly. Julieta felt your hum spread through her body and she grinned, cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

You pulled away, tracing your finger along her collarbone. There was a moment of silence that followed.

“This happened” you responded, hands pointing at different parts of her neck. The woman’s eyes widened and before you knew it, she had pulled you close and left a mark on your neck, right under your ear.

“There” she pulled away “Payback.”

You let out a genuine laugh, and she did the same. Your synchronized giggles echoed in the living room.

“Gosh I could just kiss you” you told her, taking her hand.

“So do it then” she responded, tapping her lips with her finger.

Rolling your eyes adoringly, you gave her one last kiss, savoring the feel of her soft lips under yours. Suddenly, you heard footsteps outside and in the midst of the kiss, both of you opened your eyes, separating quickly. You got up from her lap, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the kitchen.

“Quick, put your top back on and take out some herbs from your pocket!” you told the woman. She did what she was told and you grabbed a cookbook and opened it to a random page.

Your parents walked inside “Y/N! We’re home! And we brought you some food!” your mother yelled.

You thought you had hidden all evidence of suspicious activity so you relaxed for a second, looking over at Julieta in relief, when you froze. The hickeys were still all over her neck! And visible! You had to act, and fast. Taking off your jacket, you wrapped it around the woman’s neck. She seemed to have forgotten about it too because she asked you what you were doing, and when you told her, she became extremely flustered and shy.

As if on cue, your parents walked in the kitchen and Julieta quickly grabbed an herb and pretended she was teaching you about it, her face as red as a tomato because well, she was wrapped in your sweater and under it was the evidence of your entire relationship.

“Hello Y/N, hello Julieta” your parents greeted you both “What are you two up to?”

“Julieta is just teaching me about different herbs so I can add them to the food I make!” you responded.

Your parents believed your story until they noticed what your girlfriend was wearing. When your parents asked about it, she felt her heart racing and her body temperature began to rise.

Her palms started to sweat and she cowered her head as she struggled to come up with a response “Um.. well uh..”

You cut in “She just has a little cold, so she’s feeling extra sensitive to temperature.” You put your hand on her head as if you were taking her temperature. God, how far were you going to take this? Your parents shrugged it off and gave you a blanket so wrap around her. So to go with your story, you wrapped the blanket around her.

Your father went upstairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife while she remained downstairs for a bit longer. She gave you a kiss on the cheek, and wanted to ask more about your day when her eyes became glued to a particular area on your neck.

“Y/N? What is that purple spot on your neck?” she asked, very suspicious of you at this point.

You froze, slowly looking up at your mother. Your girlfriend froze as well, looking over at you to see what you would say. Saying the first thing that came to mind, you said your burned yourself with oil this morning when Julieta was helping you cook. Your mother seemed to believe you as she quickly dismissed herself and walked upstairs.

Both you and Julieta let out a sigh of relief, hunching over and shaking your head.

“We never learn, do we?” the woman asked.

“Nope” you smiled “But I wouldn’t have it any other way” you said, taking the blanket and your jacket off her and booping her nose.

-

A few days later:

“We can’t keep doing this” you said “This is the 3rd time this week we’ve almost gotten caught!”

The woman nodded “So you think we should… tell them?” she nervously asked.

You took her hands in yours. “I think it’s time. Only if you’re ready” you told her, giving them a light squeeze.

After calling your parents and Julieta’s family together, the both of you revealed your relationship to them. However, you two didn’t get the reaction you expected. Alma, Julieta’s mother knew the whole time. And so did your parents! They said you two hid it well but since they were “experienced” and all, they knew. They admitted that when they first found out they were shocked, but seeing you two happy was more important than anything else. Isabela however, was totally flabbergasted.

“You and… my mom?!” the girl shrieked.

Julieta tried to explain the situation and apologized for lying but explained that she was afraid of how her daughter would react. She promised Isabela that nothing would change between them and you apologized for not telling her as well, but it was what you two thought to be the best option at the time.

“Fine…” the girl said, pouting as she crossed her arms “Only if there’s enough love for me too.”

She sounded like a child, but that was your best friend alright. The both of you hugged her, squeezing the girl between you two. Her pouting face turned into a smile.

“You two are lucky this is fun for me because if not, you’d be done for” Isabela said as she basked in the warmth of her mother and best friend, sighing contently as the surrounding adults laughed at the sight of you three.

You were so glad everyone had accepted you and Julieta. Honestly, you guys should’ve just told them in the first place, that would’ve been so much easier.

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[leossmoonn]

Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl​ <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine 

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“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.  

“How the hell—” Carl started. 

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled. 

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes. 

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips. 

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder. 

“What?” Lip asked. 

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

 “What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey. 

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window. 

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged. 

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps. 

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him. 

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked. 

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since. 

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him. 

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently. 

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was. 

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register. 

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked. 

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled. 

“Good,” Carl said. 

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled. 

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table. 

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked. 

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said. 

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked. 

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach. 

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded. 

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed  those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that. 

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.  

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked. 

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered. 

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n. 

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered. 

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away. 

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said. 

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said. 

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking. 

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates. 

“Yeah,” Carl nodded. 

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes. 

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked. 

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces. 

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said. 

“You sure?” Carl asked. 

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car. 

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked. 

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked. 

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street. 

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game. 

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen. 

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked. 

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her. 

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed. 

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said. 

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said. 

“Deal,” Carl nodded. 

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill. 

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down. 

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested. 

“Sure,” Carl nodded. 

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch. 

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house. 

“Hey, guys,” Carl said. 

“Hey,” Ian smiled. 

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded. 

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows. 

“I… am I?” Carl asked. 

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked. 

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help. 

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously. 

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey. 

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said. 

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested. 

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said. 

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up. 

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee. 

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled. 

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand. 

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here. 

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts. 

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly. 

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled. 

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck. 

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned. 

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion. 

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained. 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”  

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"What happened to all of our promises?" with Janus and Virgil? 💙

the prompt list and I’m gonna tag @sanders-spring while I’m at it bc this is technically familial anxceit (which is tomorrow, but I might be busy tomorrow so I'm posting it today. shhhhh, don't rat me out!).

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This did turn out angsty but in my defense I spent like a good two hours reading your fics so, like, I'm blaming you for this /lh

(it will get better if i do continue this au but this chapter does end up on a bitter note.)

Pairing: familial anxceit

Warnings: the story is centered around Virgil and Janus grieving for the same person, angst, implied neglectful parent, tell me if I missed anything.

Word count: 811

Ever since the accident Janus found himself sitting in his tiny living room in the dead of the night, trying to shield himself from the nightmares with nothing more but a wine glass.

The last few weeks were hard. Both on Janus and on the three kids that suddenly found themselves under his care.

Well…Perhaps ‘suddenly’ wasn't the best choice to be used here. The lawsuit was deliberate, even if John didn’t put up much of a fight in keeping his sons. Still, the pace of it all left Janus with little time to think of suitable housing arrangements for the kids and himself.

Right.

He still needed to call about that house on the outskirts

Janus rubbed his temple as he could feel the far-to-familiar headache coming back. Between fighting for his nephews, memorizing their school schedules, doctors appointments, keeping his current job and finding a new, bigger apartment Janus didn’t have enough time to breath, let alone grieve for his-

He tensed as he heard footsteps cracking down his stair. His body relaxing slightly when he caught sight of a familiar figure.

“Virgil?” The teen snapped his head to stare at the man, eyes wide, his body tense. Despite the dim light Janus could see the kid digging his nails into the sleeve of their sweater. “Would you like to sit with me?”

He was sure Virgil would run. Turn on his heel and disappear upstairs. Pretending like seeing Janus downstairs was another part of the bad dream that haunted them all since his mother died.

But he didn’t.

Instead he moved slowly, eyes fixed on the carpet as he edged closer to the lawyer. Janus scooted to the edge of his tiny sofa to give the teen space but to his surprise Virgil sat right next to him. Silently leaning against his uncle' side.

It felt familiar.

Safe.

Like he was a child again, sneaking into Maria’s room after a particularly bad dream. His sister calmed him with soft whispers and gentle hugs as they sat on the floor, hiding under her soft purple duvet. Her pink flashlight flickering as she rusted his hair, telling him it was ok now. She’ll be there whenever he wakes up from a bad dream to keep him safe.

He draped the yellow blanket he sat under over Virgil’s legs.

It felt tense.

Horribly awkward.

Like the both of them still learned how to exist around each other again.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

He hooked his arm around his nephew, rubbing soothing circles up and down his arm as Virgil leaned closer.

He wasn’t good at consoling people. That was always his sister’s job. Happy and vibrant. Ready to heal everyone with just the gentlest of smiles.

But she wasn’t here anymore, leaving Janus to pick up the shards of her broken family, cutting his fingers on every sharp piece as he tried desperately to glue the back together.

But it wasn’t enough, because she was gone and for the first time since her wedding there wasn’t a lie Janus could tell to fix things. All his flowery language rendered useless because no matter what he said it still wouldn’t bring her back. And every excuse, every assurance felt hollow.

“What happened to all our promises?”

“What?” Janus blinked himself back from his train of thought. Letting Virgil's words slowly sink in.

“Mom-” Virgil raised his sleeve to furiously rub at his eye. “she promised she would show us the old tree house grandma built. She promised she would bake.-” his voice hitched as his nails dug into Janus' arm.”-She would bake that frog- frog cake Pat- and… and I wanted to-... to help but…-”

Janus squeezed him tighter, Virgil gripping the back of his uncle's shirt like their life depended on it. Letting go of whatever shaky walls were still in place as he bawled his eyes out.

They sounded quiet and broken, like despite all this he still tried to make sure he wouldn't wake his younger siblings up. Janus continued to rub circles along his nephew's back. Not stopping when the teen finally stopped shaking with every shallow breath he took.

“-she promised she would stay.” It was barely above a whisper and if Virgil wasn’t soaking his shoulders with tears Janus would have missed it.

“I know.” Janus said, hating how much his voice trembled. He could feel warm tears sliding down his cheeks as well, burning every inch of his skin on it’s path, but he didn’t dare raise his arms, still tightly wrapped around Virgil, to dab it away.

They stayed like that, neither of them daring to move. All that shielded them from the world was the thin yellow blanket. But unlike all these times Maria told him all would be ok, this wasn't a nightmare they could wake up from.

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“Home” (Part 5/?)

Paul Lahote x reader

Part 4

Summary: y/n returns from college in California to her hometown in Forks to find things are not as she left them. She soon discovers that a lot more things have changed then she initially thought.

Warnings: mentions of death, car accident, verbal fighting, cussing, i think that covers it

A/N: i am literally so sorry for not updating sooner guys lmao i’m trying to update all my fics now, especially this one bc i love it. i’ll get the next one out next week. love you all!_______________________________________________

You felt so much pain as you began to regain consciousness and could make out someone calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound to see a Doctor at your side, his hand on your arm. He was very handsome. Not exactly your type, but still. He looked to be around your age, far too young to be a Doctor already.

“Hello Y/n, my name is Dr.Cullen. You’ve been in an accident”

Your head was throbbing and you felt pain radiating from your stomach and leg. You looked around to find that you were indeed in the hospital.

You looked down at his hand on your arm. It was ice cold, absolutely freezing. He must have noticed you looking because he removed his hand.

“How long have I been here?” you asked, looking back to the Doctor.

“About a day and a half. Do you remember anything?” he asked kindly.

“There was a man in the road, he came out of nowhere. I swerved to try to avoid him” you said trying to remember.

“Your car flipped four times and caught fire. A piece of glass punctured your abdomen and another your left thigh, narrowly missing your femoral artery. We were able to stop the bleeding and stabilize your condition. You’re lucky to be alive, if your friend hadn’t been there to pull you out when he did, you could have died” he finished, shaking his head.

“My friend?” you asked.

“He’s from the reservation, one of Jacob Black’s friends I believe” he said.

Well that didn’t exactly narrow it done much. Your car was totaled most likely. You’re dad’s car, the one thing you had left of him.

“You’ll be okay, but you need your rest. You can be discharged tomorrow morning and the stitches will dissolve on their own in two weeks” he said has he picked up your chart and began walking away.

“Oh, one more thing. Sherif Swan called me, if you still want that internship, send over your resume and you can start after your two weeks” he said with a slight smile on his lips.

“Thank you Dr.Cullen” you called out as he left to check on other patients.

You looked over to your side to see an array of gifts on the beside table and chair. There seemed to be something from everyone. Flowers with cards from Leah, Sam, Emily and even Charlie and his daughter Bella and a big card from Quill, Embry, Collin, and Brady with all their own little messages and signatures.

The huge, brown bear sat on the chair with a red ribbon around its neck didn’t seem to have a card accompanying it.

You grabbed your phone from the side table and unlocked it. There were a few messages from friends and one from your mom. You opened up your mom’s message and read:

“Why did I have to find out from the Sherif that my daughters been in a car accident. You know what it was like for me when your father passed and the fact that you’d put me through that again is appalling”

This was followed by multiple messages about how horrible of a daughter you were and how you have no excuse for ignoring her text messages.

She had no right to bring up your dad like that. As if you got into an accident to hurt her, as if you were unconscious and not responding on purpose.

Your dad was driving home one night after a long night at the hospital when he was hit by a drunk driver. He was pronounced dead at the scene. You never got to say goodbye. Never got to tell him you loved him one last time.

You turned your phone off and set it on the side table and laid back down. Although you were out for a day and a half, you felt utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. You pulled your blankets back up and closed your eyes, hoping for a full nights rest.

You woke up to the curtains flying back, sunlight flooding the room. Your eyes stung as you were blinded.

“Wake up loser, it’s time for a jail break” Leah said in a very cheerful voice.

“No Leah, I’m not dead and feel amazing” you say in a sarcastic voice.

“That’s exactly what i wanted to hear. Seriously though, are you okay? You scared the shit out of everyone” she said, her voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Yeah, just beat up. Should be at healed up in two weeks” you say, sitting up.

“Here, I brought these from Emily’s house” she said, tossing a long sleeve, pants, socks, undergarments and shoes onto the bed.

After you changed and signed the discharge papers, you and Leah headed back to Emily’s place.

“What a bitch,” Leah said with disgust as she climbed the steps.

“I know, I still can’t believe I’m related to her” you say shaking your head.

Leah opened the front door and you hear “Surprise!” as you walk through. Everyone but Collin, Brady, Quill and Paul were there for your second homecoming.

Jake ran up to hug you, but Leah stepped in front of him.

“You wanna rip her stitches dumbass?” she said like a mother correcting her child.

“Oh shut it Leah” Jacob said, but gave you a much gentler hug than he originally intended.

“How are you?” Jake asked.

“Well I think I might fall over and die if one more person asks how I am” you say laughing. You stop as a stabbing pain shoots from your abdomen.

Sam, Emily and Seth hug you as well before you finally make it to the couch to sit down.

“What happened?” Embry asked taking a seat next to you with Leah on the other side.

“I was driving back here and I looked down at my phone for barely a second and when I looked back up there was a man in the road” you said.

“Well you know what they say about texting and driving” Seth said but the joke fell flat as no one laughed.

“What did the man look like?” Jake asked in a serious tone.

“Pale I guess, black hair, I’m not really sure. Why?” you asked, confused.

“No reason, just wondering” he said looking over to Sam who was sitting on a stool by the counter talking to Emily.

“Do you know who pulled me out?” you asked Jacob.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Dr.Cullen said one of our friends pulled me out of the car before it caught fire”

“Oh, uh, Paul did” he said.

Paul. Of all of your friends you had thought it might have been, that was the absolute last person you’d think would save you. If anything he’d probably be the one to toss you right into the flames.

“Oh” was all you said.

The front door opened and in walked Quill and Paul.

“Well I’ve gotta get back to..work” Jacob said standing up.

“Me too” said Seth as he followed Jacob to the door.

“Heal up Y/n!” Jacob yelled over his should and he and Seth left.

Quill came over and sat where Seth had just been and gave you a hug and Paul went straight to Sam without even acknowledging you.

Not like it mattered anyway.

“How are y-“ Quill started.

“Fine” you cut him off.

Through the rest of the day, people started to leave one by one as they had work, school or other things to get to. Eventually Paul said his goodbyes to Sam and Emily and began walking out the door, again without saying a word to you.

You got up as quickly as you could without hurting yourself and momentarily excused yourself from your board game that you were beating Embry in. You walked out the door just as Paul was off the steps.

“Hey!” you called to him.

Paul stopped and slowly turned back to you.

“What?” he asked rudely, not fully meeting your gaze.

Instead of responding with the same attitude, you walked down some of the steps.

“I just wanted to say thank you. Jacob told me what you did” you said gently.

“It wasn’t exactly like there was a choice in the matter” he spat.

“Could you just not be a complete asshole for once in your life? I’m trying to thank you for saving my life” you said, anger getting the best of you.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” he said.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising your voice.

“Nothing. I-I can’t do this right now, I won’t do this right now” he said, voice equal to yours now.

“No, come on Paul, let it out. Say what you need to say!”

Paul started shaking with anger and as much as you knew you should stop, your anger wouldn’t let you.

“Say. It.” you seethed.

“Paul!” you heard as the front door swung open.

You turned around to see Quill come running down and barreling into Paul, pushing him away from you. Sam came running out too.

“Get him out of here!” Sam yelled.

Quill grabbed Paul and pulled him out into the woods.

“What the hell?” you asked

“Get inside Y/n!” Sam yelled.

“You don’t tell me what to do” you said angrily

“Get. Inside. Now.” he said sternly.

You scoffed but turned on your heal and went inside and upstairs, waking right passed Emily and ignoring her as she called out to you.

Who did they think they were, telling you to get inside. Paul always had anger problems, this wasn’t anything new.

You hate him.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” replayed again and again in your head. You hated him for making you feel less than, for making you feel worthless.

Him saving you meant nothing. He was a dick to you your entire life and you didn’t care that Sam asked you to lighten up on him. No one bit.

As you laid down to sleep, not even bothering to take off your clothes or change, you wiped the single tear that escaped. You hated him and always would.

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You were walking through the woods to get to your favorite spot again. It was the middle of the night, but Jacob asked to meet you there. The moonlight shown through the thick trees, illuminating your path.

Everything was so green and beautiful, you missed being home.

You walked a little farther when your foot hit something, stopping you in your tracks. You looked down to see a rock jutting up from the ground. It was the same one you fell on the other day. It still had blood on it, fresh and bright and not at all dried. That wasn’t right. You fell days ago, it should be dried or the rain should have washed it off.

*Snap*

You spun around. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, that same feeling of being watched returning. You shouldn’t be out here. Emily warned you.

You scanned your surroundings, but it was too dark. What happened to the moonlight? You squinted your eyes and saw him-it.

The man from the road, eyes blood red, skin pale as snow, hair dark as the night around him. He cocked his head to the side, watching you.

Where did he come from? Had he been watching you the whole time? Was he in the woods that first day?

You could try to outrun him, you didn’t know how far into the woods you were, you didn’t even remember how you got here. You went to take a step back but he was in front of you instantly and attacked, grabbing your arm.

You jolted upright, breathing heavily. You looked around. You were in your room, at Sam and Emily’s. You were safe. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked out the window. It was the middle of the night.

There were things that weren’t adding up. Everyone has been acting weird, telling you to avoid the woods, saying that whatever has been attacking people isn’t animal or human, the man in the road, even Paul’s behavior has been worse than normal…something wasn’t right, you could feel it in your gut.

You knew what they told you, the warnings, but with everything that happened with Paul and your mom, you didn’t care anymore. You were gonna find out what was going on, no matter what.

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A/N: hey guys! i hope you enjoyed this chapter! lots of stuff happened and i swear we’re gonna get more paulxreader interactions from now on. love you all❤️❤️

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—“get your son/daughter” 

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚 | 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕡𝕥.𝟙 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜-𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Midoriya Izuku:

despite having two of the sweetest parents on earth, your son had a mouth on him

you didn’t know if it was bc he hung around his sailor mouth pomeranian looking uncle a lot or if it was the three inch growth spurt that got him feeling all big and bad

but you and your husband caught him illegally using his quirk outside of school and freaked

and apparently, your kid had gotten comfortable enough to say, “you guys are being so stupid about this”

that was how izuku ended up holding you back as you tried to look over his shoulders and let your son know what was on your mind 

“YOUR SON JUST CALLED ME STUPID AND YOU’RE JUST GONNA LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT!?”

“no of course not, honey! i just think you should calm down a little—”

“SO YOU SIDING WITH THE ENEMY??!!”

there was no use getting to you and so izuku pleaded, “S/N, apologize to your mother! now! please!!”

fed up, the boy goes, “urgh!! you guys don’t get it! how am i supposed to learn about being hero when all dad does is go on and on about all might? all might wasnt even that cool!”

izuku dramatically gasped and whipped his head around to stare at his son with shock

you even paused to let out a small gasp of your own

it was silent for a hot minute

then the young boy realized his mistake when his usually kind father narrowed his eyes in betrayl

“w-wait, i didnt mean that—“

midoriya released you and simply stepped to the side 

your son started shivering when he watched an evil smirk grow on your face 

“dad hold on—!”

“I’m going to go watch videos of my favorite uncool super hero” izuku huffed before leaving the room 

you slowly stalked towards your son

“so what was that you said about me being stupid?”

it was at that point that he knew he shouldve kept his big mouth shut

Kirishima Eijirou:

in kirishima’s eyes, his daughter could do no wrong 

ofc she had her moments, but overall, she was a bright, sunny, and happy kid that was too good and pure for this world

that’s why he always tried to ease down any punishments you gave her

but when she acted like this, kirishima knew it was either let you do what you needed to do, or stand in your way and get taken down with her 

bc even a 6′0+ man with 200lb+ of muscle like him could whither away from your glare

you didn’t get angry often, but when you did, shit was terrifying asf

so when you asked your daughter to hand over your phone and she smacked her teeth and threw it on the counter...

it was game over 

everyone in the room silently watched the phone clank around until it stopped

the room went quiet save for the ticking clock

your daughter’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake 

your head turned to your husband and kirishima felt sweat start to pool at his temple

you stared at him for a minute before calmly speaking 

“you have three seconds to get your daughter before i do bc i swear i will—”

that was all, eijirou needed to hear

“D/N, go to your room. you’re grounded for two weeks”

“yes, sir. also i’m sorry mom!” she quickly yelped before running upstairs

once she was gone, you let out a frustrated breath as he went up to you, attempting to quell your anger

you turned around to continue flipping through the TV and smacked your teeth before throwing the remote on the couch, too upset to find your fav channel

“I dont know where the hell she gets that attitude from, my goodness” you ranted

kirishima looked away in hoplessness as he rubbed your shoulders 

“yeah, no idea...” he chuckled

Sero Hanta: 

this was 100% inspired by that kevin hart tiktok audio

sero came home from a long day of hero work 

he was mainly on patrol but they had him swinging around every which way to cover an absent hero

he was annoyed and his elbows were sore 

all he wanted to do was stuff his face w some food, kiss his children goodnight, and curl up next to you until he was in dreamland

but you had different plans

the poor man didn’t even get a chance to take off his shoes before you bascially materialized in front of him looking like a bull ready to storm right through him

“hanta. i’ve had it up to HERE with that little boy! you better get em’!”

sero looks like a deer in head lights

“huh?”

“you just gonna him get away with talking to us like that?!”

“talk to us like what? nobody talked to me like anything!”

“all i know is, you better go in there and teach that boy a lesson!”

sero is literally on the verge of tears

“babe, what’s going on—”

before he could say anything more, you shoved the famous “beat-that-ass” slipper in his hand and left him fuming over whatever it was that made you angry 

hanta is speechless and can do nothing but stare after you until his oldest daughter walks by

she munches on a tangerine slice in her hand and gives him an empathetic pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the hallway 

he sighs 

he couldn’t get one day of peace huh?

sero catiously opens the door to his son’s room who is unsuspectingly playing his video game

the boy raises a brow. “oh hey papa. whats up?”

sero prays he forgives him

“listen son. i dont know why, but your mama told me i gotta beat your ass so imma do it before i get my ass beat”

minutes later your son comes ito you crying and rubbing his behind to apologize to you for slamming the door in your face and telling you to shut up 

sero can’t say he didn’t deserve it, but that was the most guilty ass whopping he ever gave

~~~

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[robbyswayzekeenes]

fuck up our friendship━ eli moskowitz imagine

eli moskowitz x fem!reader

set after the party in 2x09, pretty wholesome with admitting feelings but also angst bc the reader is tryna be friends with both eli and demetri and it is NOT going well

Once the police busted the party, Y/N knew she had to find Eli. The girl was a Miyagi-Do student, and she knew full well that Sam and Robby would not appreciate her going to find her oldest friend and Cobra Kai’s number one asshole, but the pair were having their own issues, so it was unlikely they would find out. Y/N and Eli had been friends since the girl moved to the Valley at the start of freshman year. She wasn’t exactly a loser as someone like Yasmine or Kyler would word it, and many people never understood why she signed away her high school popularity to be friends with the two biggest dorks in school-- Demetri and Eli-- but she wouldn’t have wanted anybody else. Demetri and Eli had been best friends since kindergarten, and the h/c slotted into the group perfectly. They may have had it pretty bad at school, but they had each other.

Then, two years later, at the start of their junior year, karate came back to the Valley. Whilst Y/N and Demetri had always been seemingly content with living their lives as losers, apparently Eli didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t the mohawk or the new name they particularly had a problem with, or his newfound popularity that bothered them. It was the way he went about getting it. Hawk was becoming the very person he had always hated. Both of his best friends knew this wasn’t the person he really was, but when Demetri had addressed this, Eli declared an all out war against him. So now Y/N was left as the middle-man, trying to care for both of her best friends and bring them back together without choosing a side. And neither of them made it easy.

Tonight, at Moon’s party, Y/N had been so hopeful. The two sat talking about Doctor Who whilst the girl stood beside Robby and Sam, sipping her drink and pretending she wasn’t listening in to what Demetri and Eli were talking about. She allowed herself to get distracted for one moment to talk with Robby about skateboarding and suddenly, Eli was pouring his drink all over Demetri’s head. With a shameful sigh, Y/N walked over to the two, handing paper towels to the dark haired boy and raising her eyebrows at Eli. The red haired boy gave her a sheepish, apologetic smile before wandering off to join the other Cobras.

In all fairness, Hawk had it coming when Demetri stood up on that stage with the mic in his hand, but the brown eyed boy didn’t need to take it that far. Watching from where she stood with the other Miyagi-Dos, her e/c eyes flitted between Eli and Demetri. It pained the girl to watch her two best friends fight, but it hurt more knowing she was watching her best friend and the boy she was in love with attempt to tear each other’s heads off. Y/N had developed the biggest crush on Eli in their sophomore year, and everybody knew it except the boy in question. Demetri knew it, too, which was why initially he was so hesitant to launch an attack against his best friend, no matter how much he deserved it. But that night, he hadn’t held back.

Once the cops pulled up outside, everything descended into chaos. Her eyes met with Demetri’s, which were filled with remorse, and he nodded at her. “Go find him. Make sure he’s okay.” Y/N offered the boy a small smile in return. She knew Demetri still cared for Eli, and Eli still cared for Demetri. It was just Hawk who appeared not to. Rushing out the house so as not to get caught by the police, the h/c found Eli walking out the back of the house alone. The rest of the Cobras weren’t around, which reassured Y/N, but only slightly. “Eli!” She called, causing his head to swing around, his blue eyes catching hers. “What do you want? Come to humiliate me even more?” “Eli,’ The girl breathed in response, sounding exasperated as she caught up to him. “You know I wouldn’t do that.” “I didn’t think Demetri would, either,” He responded, allowing Y/N to see how hurt he really was. “And I didn’t think you would attack him when we were at the mall the other day. Or pour beer on his head.” Eli let out a sigh-- he was Eli now he was around Y/N. She was the only person he trusted enough to let his newfound guard down around.

“I’ve told you this before, Y/N,” The red haired boy said with a sigh. “Demetri chose his side. He went against us. Against Cobra Kai.” “I don’t need to hear it again, Eli,” The h/c haired girl huffed. “I’m just here to make sure you’re okay. Cobra Kai or not, you’re my best friend. I care about you, and so does Demetri.” “Whatever,” The boy exhaled, but he still allowed Y/N to walk the rest of the way home with him, and even come in when he opened the door and headed inside. “Mom isn’t home,” Eli spoke, closing the door and flicking off his shoes, “She’s on night shift tonight.” “Good job I’m here then,” Y/N nodded, knowing how much the blue eyed boy hated being alone. Eli didn’t say anything in response, just smiled smally.

Any alcohol consumed at the party that evening had begun to wear off, as Eli and Y/N sat on the couch in the front room. The silence was awkward for the first few moments; it always was now that there was a clear divide pushing the two apart, but both of them more than anything wanted to stay close. As much as Y/N’s crush on Eli was clear as day (to everyone other than him), the boy’s reciprocated feelings were much better hidden, especially with his new Hawk facade. However, Cobra Kai had thrown in the spanner in the works, and any chance the boy may have had with his best friend was seemingly gone. Yet, every few nights the girl would still come over and spend time with Eli, alternating the time she used to spend with both her best friends.

Eventually, the awkwardness faded, and the two would begin to speak about anything and everything they hadn’t caught up on, considering they had spent most of the summer apart at their separate dojos. An hour or so past, taking the time up to midnight, before Eli invited Y/N to stay the night like she had many times before. The h/c hastily agreed, and followed Eli upstairs to his bedroom, yawning quietly due to exhaustion. Once they made it up, her e/c eyes widened. “What the fuck happened in here?” The once blue walls, littered with posters, were now red and bare. A punching bag stood where a fake TARDIS used to be, and there wasn’t a funko pop in sight, which was not at all like Eli Moskowitz. The bedsheets were just plain black, rather than Star Wars themed, but when the h/c craned her neck, there were still small, glow-in-the-dark stars littered across the ceiling. “I redecorated,” Was all Eli said, flopping down on his bed.

Y/N flopped down beside him. “I think I preferred the Doctor Who merch,” The girl admitted honestly, causing Eli to look at her with wide eyes. “Did you know the new Doctor was female?” “Of course,” The h/c smiled, “Me and Demetri still watch every Friday night.” At the mention of this, Eli’s face fell, causing Y/N to frown. “You know he didn’t really want to hurt you tonight,” The girl sighed, attempting to lock eyes with Eli who was staring down at his fidgeting fingers. “It was a shitty thing to do, but you’ve both done shitty things to each other.” She continued her speech, becoming more and more passionate as she spilled her frustration out to Eli: “Do you know how hard it is for me to watch my two best friends fight with each other? Over something as petty as a fucking karate dojo! I know that I can’t stop you two fighting and the best I can do is try and maintain the middle ground, because the last thing I want to do is choose between my best friend and the others at Miyagi-Do, and the boy I’ve had feelings for since forever.”

Y/N’s voice began to fade out as she calmed down, but Eli was still staring at her, seemingly in shock. Noticing how panicked the boy looked, the girl’s face softened. “I’m sorry for yelling, Eli, I-” “You said you had feelings for me.” His voice was deadpan, showing no emotions as his blue eyes bore into Y/N. The girl’s mouth opened and closed in shock. “I- Maybe I said that. Accidentally. Maybe-” “You have feelings for me?” Eli spoke again, and for a second, he sounded like Eli, like the person he was before all this karate shit took over. With a sigh, the girl nodded. “Congratulations. You’re officially the last person to know.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” The boy asked, his eyes wide. “I don’t know,” The girl shrugged. “Guess I didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship, but I guess karate’s doing that for us.” Y/N’s e/c eyes chose to rest on the bed sheets beneath her instead of on Eli as he responded. “Well, what if I want to fuck up our friendship?” At this comment, however, the girl’s eyes shot up, just in time for Eli to place his hand on her chin and placed his lips against hers.

She was shocked at first, but Y/N soon kissed back, placing her hands on the boy’s face to pull him closer. The girl felt him smile into the kiss as he rolled himself closer, wrapping a hand round her waist to draw her in. “I’ll fuck up our friendship a hundred times over if it means I can do that again,” Y/N smiled, resting her forehead against his. Eli kissed her once again, softly, before saying: “For the record, I like you, too. I’m surprised Demetri didn’t tell you.” “That rat!” Y/N exclaimed, though she wasn’t really annoyed. “I’m going to kill him!” “Right now?” Eli asked, quirking his eyebrow with a cocky smirk. “Hm, maybe not,” The girl grinned, biting her lip and pulling the boy closer. “I think I’ll just stay here and kiss you.”

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[miekasa]

hey do you have a layout of the apartment that eren and reader share in "nice"? or maybe just random pictures that remind you of it? i really wanna see if i've been imagining it right

Here is my attempt at making a floorplan for their apartment and it was harder than I thought 😭😭 don’t ask me about dimensions or scale bc <2 just know that... it’s unreasonably big and the total cost of the whole thing is like $65 million which doesn’t even include the furniture or art they’ve put in since living there. Anyway, this is the general layout of the first floor, intended to look something like the Van der Woodsen’s apartment in Gossip Girl so you can also look at that! Might do the second floor later, but all that’s really up there is Eren and OC’s bedrooms (they’ll probably renovate Eren’s sooner or later) and ensuite, another balcony, and a smaller office. 

Basically, it’s very kinda open concept space design whatever you call it. Anyway, here are some fun facts about their apartment/living arrangement!

Eren designed the majority of the apartment. It came with a lot of furniture, but he switched them out and played a big part in the renovation.

Remember, the original plan was for Eren to live in his childhood apartment (now Carla’s apartment) when Carla moved to Paris full-time; he bought this one for the two of you to live in, and it was a surprise present. He doesn’t have the knack for making clothes like his mom, but he does have a knack for designing, and he’s pretty good at interior design. 

It’s mentioned in the fic, but the elevator opens up into their apartment because it’s the penthouse. No, not just anybody can come up, you have to scan a card or be on their list to get let up by the doorman. 

There is nothing in that storage closet but packages that they keep forgetting to open lmfaooo. Maybe a few extra winter coats and random shit. 

Those statues are actually relatively new. They were a gift from Mitchell (Carla’s husband) for their wedding; he had them commissioned from an artist friend he knew in Paris. They aren’t of you and Eren (that would be a little creepy), but they represent each other. 

Eren keeps buying art just because it matches the decor and he knows that art is like a status symbol or whatever. He doesn’t know what it means, but if he likes it (or if you mention you likes it), he buys it. 

That kitchen is a dream which is funny because Eren can barely cook. Mikasa can tho, so thank fuck for her. Eren can and has fit into that pantry. 

All the plants are fake because Eren has allergies. Also because he does not have a green thumb. You guys periodically change them out for the season, and the only time a real plant is in the apartment is during Christmas. 

Armin burned himself trying to use the fireplace once and hasn’t even stepped foot near it since; he doesn’t even sit on the twin chairs near it, only the sectional because he’s a big baby. 

Coffee table #1 is the more functional one; it’s where they sit and eat, lounge, drink wine, use their laptops, so there’s usually a bunch of stuff on it. Coffee table #2 is more for show; it’s made of glass has books on it, and a candle, too. 

Whenever you fall asleep on the daybed, Eren always carries you upstairs. Similarly, he knows you’re prone to napping on the daybed, so (before getting married), whenever he felt that you were working too hard/too long on schoolwork, he would tell you work there, just bc he knew you would fall asleep. 

There isn’t a symbol for it, but there is a big set of sliding doors that can close the dining room, but it’s always open (they usually eat at the bar anyway). They always host Thanksgiving dinner at their house, but they don’t throw a lot of formal parties otherwise. They do have their friends over a bit, and they randomly show up sometimes, so they keep the extra seating around. 

Eren loves the pool, and he loves dragging you into it. The outdoor grill legitimately only gets used by Connie whenever he has a grilling kick in the middle of the summer, what the fuck does Eren know about grilling other than it seems sick to have one. 

The outdoor “bar” doesn’t actually have alcohol stocked in it. The terrace is pretty secure, no drunk person could accidentally just fall off of it, but you still don’t like the idea of having drinks accessible out there. It’s mostly sodas and fruit juices. Occasionally you and Eren sit outside with a glass of champagne or two, but nothing more than that. 

The guest bedroom hardly gets used because your guests are obsessed with the sectional, so they usually fall asleep there. The only people who like the bed are Mikasa, Reiner, and Sasha. 

The atelier was, obviously, designed with Carla in mind. She does have her own apartment in the city, but Eren put this one in for her anyway (way before the events of NICE happened; which only goes to show that even though Eren is mad at his mom for her marriages, he never hated her and always sought to take care of her). It doubles as a fitting room and powder room of sorts. 

Eren has never used the first floor bathroom. 

The art at the end of the hallway was done by Jean, and was originally a gift for your birthday, but offered to pay him and value you it like real, expensive art. Eren claims that was a waste of money. You just have to point to any random object in the house to humble him about “wasting money.” 

#anonymous #fic.ask #this was very fun but also very difficult bc it looks a Specific Way in my head #their apartment is fucking huge #its kind of a mix of serenas first floor and blairs top floor ? #and when will i have another eren x reader fic idea lmfao #i have some but they’re not… exclusively x reader hehe

[witching-hour]

Street Rat [SAMCRO x Reader]

REQUESTED BY ANON can you do a platonic SOA imagine where the reader (gender neutral or a girl) is a street kid (preferably a teenager) who steals wallets and stuff and they break into the clubhouse to steal money/food and one time they get caught. at first the reader is timid and doesn't really trust anyone but after some time they became part of the family? thank you!

(A/N): i’m so sorry to who requested bc this one is long overdue. beware guys, this is a long one. i made this gender neutral! i did give the reader’s siblings names to make it easier to follow along, so it may not seem as inclusive as i orginally wanted it to be since there is a bit of a background and storyline. the mayans version can be found imagine here and the headcanon here if interested written by the lovely @everyhowlmarksthedead​ ✨

SUMMARY: teen!reader picks the wrong pocket and instead of earning money or a beat down, they earn something they never had before — a family

TW: shameless (tv show) elements, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, child abandonment, neglectful parents, mentions of drug dealing and bipolar disorder

HOOD up and hands in the front of your sweatshirt pocket, you traveled down the concrete path that you’ve been down so many times your whole life. You could walk down the same sidewalk blindfolded and still miss the dingy cracks and eroded stones most would trip over, or comment about breaking their mom’s back. Your feet carried you down the lane of the mom-and-pop businesses as you analyzed the ones walking past, by, and in front of you — trying to find your next victim to your pickpocketing skills.

You had about forty-five minutes before you’d have to relieve your elderly next-door neighbor from babysitting your youngest sibling, Zoe, and it was about a fifteen-minute walk to your street from the ice cream parlor you just passed by. You needed to hurry today’s trip up before your other siblings came home from school, not wanting to chance them being left alone in the house with your sperm donor, ahem, father.

Derek was in seventh grade and one of the brightest kids you knew. He might as well be in high school already. Jordan, or Jordi, as she liked to be called, was still in her elementary years and was bound to be voted for ‘the biggest bookworm’ by the time she graduated to middle school. Zoe was still just a baby, and a handful despite being so happy all the time. Overall, she was still a baby and needed the attention babies needed.

Those three were your life. They were all you had in this shitty world.

Your mom had her issues between being bipolar and an addict. Your dad was alcoholic and addict as well. And when those two were put together, it was train wreck bound to happen. Your mom was always in an out of your lives. Always coming back for money or her fix of needing to see her kids on one of her highs, before shooting out of town again. Your dad was an asshole; always trying to sneak his way into the house that was in his name, but never paid the bills you worked so hard to come by.

You worked odd jobs, never able finding a position for a sixteen-year-old drop-out that lands you a pay for more than three weeks. Once you were no longer needed, you were discarded. You have resorted to selling stolen parts, pickpocketing, and dealing on the corner even. But you did it all in the name of your family.

Even if the authorities didn’t see it that way.

The world was a cruel place where even the most innocent were forced to result to cruel and unusual methods to survive. You were still so young, and pretty much a high school dropout considering your disregard for your grades, since the concern and wellbeing of your siblings came first. You were only a junior in high school and wouldn’t be considered a drop out till next year when you can properly inform your counselor that you would not be walking across the stage with the rest of your class to accept your diploma.

A tall figure blocked your vision as you zigzagged through the crowded path walk. He wore one of the infamous kuttes belonging to the MC that resonated in Charming; the Sons of Anarchy. The reaper stared back at you, daring you to play your game. You knew it was risk to even think about stealing from a Son — perhaps even stupid, but you needed money for the mortgage this month or else the threat of a foreclosure looming over your head would soon come true. You watched as the Son sauntered over to the rest of his ‘brothers’ by the bikes lined up on the street.

You knew you could run like you were on the track team if needed, with the agility of cat to climb fences and trees; but was it worth the risk if you got caught?

Fuck it.

You weren’t gonna get caught.

Formulating a plan in your head, you headed straight in the direction of the MC grouped around their bikes. Your body collided with a hard surface.

“Woah!”

Using the distraction, you quickly darted your hand down the depths of the pocket near you and gripped the leather wallet before hiding it in your hand under the overgrown sleeves of your hoodie. You played the part well, stumbling around like you had two left feet. “Sorry, sorry,” you repeated frantically, keeping your head down as you passed by the group of rowdy bikers.

“Careful there,” a playful voice emitted.

You didn’t bother to look who said it, as your only goal was to get out of there swift and undetected.

With a cocked eyebrow, Jax only shook his head, disregarding the odd encounter, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. His eyebrows furrowed as his jean pocket felt lighter than usual. He pulled out the contents; being only his lighter with the reaper emblem and his pack. It dinged in head when he realized his wallet was missing from the pile. “Son of a — They stole my wallet!”

It only took a second to register with the others before Jax, Chibs, Happy, and Tig took off after the thief. You heard the shouts and sounds of heavy shoes hitting the concrete, encouraging you to break off into a sprint. Your feet guided you into an alleyway that would cut into the street across from the public park. You spotted the dumpster next to the chain-link fence and ran to it. As soon as you got one leg hooked on one side of the bar, you were grabbed by the back of your hoodie and slammed into the brick, making you yelp at the force.

“I don’t think so shithead.”

You struggled against a pair of strong arms, caged between them and the rough wall behind you, scraping you through the cotton. No doubt dirtying the oversized sweatshirt you wore.

Your hood was pulled off and you were faced with four men in the infamous leather kuttes that burned you at the sight. The one you stole from with the slicked back hair had the President patch, the one on his left who was holding you had graying black hair and a beard, but his most defining feature were the two scars that carved upwards from his mouth, and he had the V. President patch stitched on his leather. The other two stood behind them menacingly, one bald with tattoos trailing up and down his arms and the other with wild, untamed, raven black curls reaching his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you seethed in anger at yourself for being so stupid. 

How are you gonna get yourself out of this one now, (Y/N)?

Their faces went from dark and menacing to surprise, and may you say, curiosity?

“Shite, ye is just a kid.” The vice had a thick Scottish accent, his speech pronounced.

“Jesus Christ,” The raven curly haired man exasperated.

“Jax what are we gonna do?” The bald one asked his prez calmly, eyeing you skeptically.

“Take ‘em with us.” He shook his head, matching his unsure attitude. 

“C’mon kid,” the one with the Scottish accent ushered you away from the wall, with one hand firmly attached to your shoulder in case you decided to make another break for it, but not so much that it hurt you — more or less of a warning.

The four Sons brought you back to the ice cream parlor you passed earlier. Word on the street (since the residents of Charming were just as nosy and gossip-like as the average teenage girl) was that the Sons purchased said ice cream shop because their Clubhouse blew up. You remember hearing the explosion all the way on the other side of town at home when it was late hours into the night. You remember when the news program the next morning went on and on about it. They wouldn’t shut up.

You sat at one of the booths where they left whom they called a ‘prospect’ to be your own personal watch dog, while them four and a couple other went upstairs to discuss what to do with you.

You were picking at the cuticles of your fingernails, bored and anxious over the situation. You had less than a half hour till you had to go pick up Zoe from Mrs. Deidra, but you were stuck as the Son’s current prisoner. You were just a kid, they weren’t gonna punish you severely...right? They are outlaws, but the look on their faces when they realized how old you really were- 

“Kid!”

You turned around in your seat and saw the Puerto Rican patch you briefly caught the name of as Juice when you first arrived at the shop. He motioned for you to follow him through the doorway where a set of stairs led directly to the next floor, to the Sons, and to your doom.

“Come on.”

You remained silent, still not having said a word since they caught you, and followed the man. He led you to a pair of wooden doors, opening one, and allowing you to walk inside first. With several pairs of eyes on you, scrutinizing you, you felt smaller than you already were.

“Take a seat,” the blond at the head of the table motioned his head towards the empty chair opposite him. 

Wordlessly, you walked to the chair, sliding it out from under the table, only making you cringe as the pure silent room was filled with the obnoxious screech the chair made when it scratched against the floorboards. Once seated, you brought one leg up to your chest, and let your arm cradle it as your other hand laid flat on the table with the reaper carved in the center.

No one said a thing, which only made feel more awkward and out of place than anything. The blond, Jax, had gotten his wallet back already, but you knew what you did would not go unpunished.

“What’s your name?” Jax questioned.

You hesitated, but considering the situation you were in, you decided to just cooperate. “(Y/N)...”

They each went around the table sprouting off their names. Some of them cool, some odd.

“Cool name,” Bobby nodded at you.

You scrunched up your nose at the attempt at a compliment. “I’m sixteen...not six.”

“Good point,” he added, looking to his prez for help on how to talk to you, not having much experience with teenagers, even though he was one once upon a time ago.

“Did you need the money?” Jax had taken in your appearance and noticed the baggy stained sweatshirt you were drowning in, the ripped-up jeans which were easy to tell were not bought in that condition, and the worn-out sneakers that looked to be a size too small; and by the way you walked, it wouldn’t be surprising if you had blisters. Besides the clothes which hid most of your form, just by your face, your eyes were a dead giveaway — they didn’t have the youth effect of bright and happy. They looked stressed and tired.

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah,” the bald man with tattoos whose name you found out was Happy, had cut in.

“Why? I stole from you. Now, what, we’re swapping life stories?”

Tig leaned forward in his chair, his gaze met yours. “Your (Y/L/N)’s kid? The oldest right?” 

Of course they’d figure out who you were. Small town life was a curse. This whole town knew the tragic and pitiful story of the (Y/L/N)’s. Headcase mother, druggie and alcoholic father, and the four kids on their own. The father racking up more debt and charges to his rep sheet than respect from his kids.

Your eyes narrowed at the question, straightening up in the chair. “That’s right.”

“We’re not gonna hurt you.”

You scoffed, not even bothering to hide the bite in your tone, “Well, that’s a relief. Can I go?”

Jax smirked, quirking up an eyebrow in amusement. “Got somewhere better to be?”

“As of a matter of fact, yes, I do.”

“Which is?”

“None of your damn business,” you snapped.

“Easy kid, you’re in our house,” the bald man with the tattoo sleeves warned you. “You stole from us.”

“Then either let me pay for my sins or let me go.”

“We had a better idea,” the Puerto Rican with a mirror tribal tat on his head told you, causing you to send him a look of confusion.

“What now?”

You stood on the porch of your neighbor’s house as she handed you Zoe. The year old gurgled and squealed in delight as she was placed into your arms. She pulled at the strings of your hoodie as you adjusted her. “Thanks again, Mrs. Deidra. I’m sorry I was so late, I got held up.”

“Oh, that’s all right, dear.” The elder woman brushed off with a light hand gesture. Her eyes peered over your shoulder, seeing a couple men of the motorcycle gang of the town at the end of her driveway leaning against a black SUV. “You aren’t getting into any trouble now, are you?”

“No of course not,” you gave her your most innocent smile, “but I best be going. Derek and Jordie should already be on their way home.”

“Oh yes! Do tell those two I miss having them around. They are welcome over anytime. You too, dear. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I won’t. Have a good night!”

“You too, (Y/N).” She waved you off, watching you bounce down the steps with your baby sister securely in your arms from behind the glass of her front door.

Once you stood in front of the Sons, Happy and Juice, they guided you towards the black SUV they brought you in. A young curly brunette with blonde highlights who you noticed was involved with the president, walked in with two blonde boys who were be exact replicas of their father. You were briefly introduced to the mother who you learned was Tara. You could tell she was informed of who you were as soon as she laid her eyes on you. But you didn’t have enough times for pleasantries as you were guided out by the Tacoma Killer and Puerto Rican.

As Happy opened the back door for you, you opened your mouth to object — you still had to pick up Derek and Jordi.

“Two other patches were sent to pick up your brother and sister.”

Without another word you pulled yourself up into the SUV with one hand as the other hand held onto the one-year-old in your arms. Happy closed the door behind you as Juice got settled behind the wheel. The drive was quiet for the most part, no one said much besides the low voices from the radio of classic rock, and your baby sister who gurgled and babbled here and there. It didn’t take long till you ended back in front of the new SAMCRO Clubhouse disguised as an ice cream shop. The minute you stepped out of the car, you saw your other two siblings seated at the bar where the man with prosthetic hands was handing them plastic spoons for their ice cream cups in front of them. Beside them was the older blond boy that you figured was Jax’s son, who also had ice cream and was chatting with Jordan and Derek.

“Pres wants to speak with you in Chapel,” the guy with the shaggy hair and the prospect patch told you as soon as you entered the little shop where everyone but Jax and the woman, Tara, were.

“Okay. Just, ah, give me a sec?”

The prospect nodded and stood off to the side as the other patches took their seats around the shop.

You rubbed Derek’s back as you placed a kiss on the top of his head, “Hey, buddy. How was school?”

“It was good, got a project due next Friday.”

“Mmm, tell me more about it in a bit. I just got to wrap something up real quick then I’m all yours, okay? Keep an eye on Jordi and Zoe for me please.”

“Okay, I will.” And with that he joined back in on the little conversation between the three kids seated at the bar. 

“Thanks, baby,” You sent him a smile as you placed Zoe in his arms. It grew slightly as he grabbed his spoon that had a little bit of chocolate ice cream at the tip and placed it at Zoe’s lips, the baby opening her mouth to welcome the frozen treat.

You placed a kiss on Jordan’s head, greeting her the same way you did Derek, and asking how her day went at school before you told her that you would be right back.

The prospect guided you up the stairs to the “Chapel” (or the same room you were in earlier with the giant ass table in the middle). He opened the door for you after delivering a couple brief knocks to let those inside know you were coming in. You entered the room alone, noticing Jax seated in his seat at the head of the table, with his wife to his left. The brunette motioned for you to take the seat across from her on Jax’s right where you noticed Happy sitting earlier.

Your nerves only increased as your feet carried you closer to the redwood table. For whatever the Pres and his Old Lady wanted to discuss, you just hoped it didn’t come to the harm of your siblings. You made a choice that affected all of you, but you should be the one to deal with the consequences. When Juice said they had another idea on what to do with you the men didn’t fill you in on what they meant. They just had you explain why you needed to leave then sent Happy and Juice to escort you.

You sat down, wringing your hands together nervously before finally folding them on the table in front of you. “Before you start, I just want to get something out there. My siblings and I...we’re a package deal. What happens to one of us, happens to us all. I’m sure you can understand because those men downstairs aren’t like your family. They are.”

Jax nodded, allowing you to continue.

“And I didn’t fully take that into account when I stole your wallet. I’m not gonna say I’m sorry. I regret my actions because my consequences might impact my brother and sisters, but I’m not gonna apologize. I did what I did knowing the risks. It was stupid and desperate on my part and I take full responsibility for it, but sorry isn’t gonna change what happened. Sorry is just another way of begging for forgiveness, and I’m not asking for that.” You told the both of them.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he bowed his head towards you, putting out the cigarette he was pulling on.

“Everything I do is for them. We’re all each other has. I’m the only person viable to take care of them. With our mother god knows where and our father-” You had to cut yourself off as the air got caught in your throat, eyes glazing over at the fact that you were there lifeline, and they were yours. If something happens to you, you don’t know what will happen to them. What your father might turn them into...

“I’m not asking you to spare me from whatever it is you have decided — and I know I have no right asking this, but do you think you can keep an eye on them for me? Make sure they’re okay? I..I’m too far gone. I’ve done things I can’t take back. I’ve hurt people. I’m a thief and a liar — a damn street rat. But they can still get out of this shithole. They can leave and never look back; make something of themselves...”

“I’m asking you if you take me, spare them. I don’t want your pity. I don’t want your sympathy. I just want to know if they’re gonna be okay when I’m gone.”

The two other people in the room took in what you said. There minds still set on the decision they made. Your words only swaying them to solidify what was chosen. 

“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Tara spoke softly, slowly reaching her hand out to lay on top of yours. Your reflex was to pull away, but you hesitated as the warmth covered your laced fingers like a blanket. “We wanna help you. It’s not out of sympathy or pity. It’s admirable, actually, what lengths and sacrifices you’re willing to go to for them. Something like that is rare. I hope one day our boys will have that strong of a bond.”

Jax cut in, “My wife and I talked it over, and we want you four to come stay with us for a little while.”

“I can’t ask you of that-”

“You’re not.” He stopped you. “It’s not permanent, but until we find something long term, we just figured you might be a little more comfortable with someone who had kids or was more reliable.”

“I work at St. Thomas from mornings to mid-to-late afternoons. I have Thomas at the daycare there while I work, and Abel goes to pre-school. I could sign Zoe up for the daycare if you’d like. Drop her off, pick her up. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. I could put your name on the list so you could still go see her.” Tara offered. “We could also get you job after school. We could use someone behind the counters, finally get this place up and running more smoothly.”

They got stutters in reply, clearly due to you being overwhelmed. They were offering much more then you already had. A roof over your head where you didn’t have to worry about bills, a steady job, and a parental and maternal figure (you were still sketchy about but would be good for your siblings to have).

“Listen, kid, we get that this must be a lot for you. We understand if you wouldn’t want to stay with us, some of the other guys have offered if you’re interested, but don’t take this as an opportunity to run. We get you don’t trust us, and we’ll work on that, but your family now. And family takes care of family.”

Your (e/c) orbs were wide with disbelief and uncertainty, but they could see the hope sparking behind those walls you have built up. The man you knew as an intimidating outlaw biker gave you a small but warm, inviting smile.

“Whataya say?”

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Oh God

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!! Part 2

a/n: hehe i wouldnt put ‘x haikyuu’ if manager y/n ends up with that certain character. youll just have to,,,, wait for the end 😏

he didnt want to lie but he had to so he could survive

hinata offered his hand to help him up and natsu winced at the scratches and the slight headache as he stood on his two feet

‘you okay?’

hinata asked and natsu nodded

‘yea, just a headache’

natsu tried to play it off as cooly as he could bc this must’ve been from the car hit before and he couldnt just say he got ran over by a damn car

‘where do you live? i can go and treat your wounds there’

natsu was about to respond but he remembers hes not in tokyo anymore and he cant just spout out his address

so he did the thing his mom told him to do whenever it was necessary

he lied

‘i-um,,,’

he fumbled for an excuse but he sighed to maintain the act

‘i got kicked out’

he mumbled and hinata had to make him repeat it twice because he said it so quietly

the tangerine boy gasped and held his arms

‘what?! why?!’

natsu sniffled

‘my dad,,,, he just,,, doesnt want me’

well, that was actually true

so a true statement could equal that lie, right?

thankfully, hinata bought it and he grabbed his arm to walk forward while his other was pushing his bike

‘i hit you with my bike so the least i could do is take you to my house and treat you!’

and that was what they did

natsu’s phone was dead even though he was sure he charged it from denki’s powerbank during practice but it remained its black screen no matter how many times he hit the power button

his surroundings was also something unfamiliar

his mother only kept him in tokyo and never took him to go visit her family because she was kicked out and had to go live with her auntie when she found out about him and his father refused to help her

‘so, sendai, huh?’

he mumbled and hinata looked at him confused

‘sounds like youre not from around here. where you from?’

‘t-tokyo’

he replied and saw hinata’s eyes brighten

‘oh?! you look like youre my age so you must have been in a high school in tokyo, right? what school?’

‘yuuei’

‘hah?! yuuei?! what is that?!’

natsu rolled his eyes and shrugged

‘a school’

hinata persisted though

‘do you know other schools?! any other school friends?! like nekoma?! or fukurodani?!’

natsu shook his head and he was supposed to be happy that he got to meet, even talk, to his idol yet his younger self was much more hyper than his mellowed out behavior on tv

‘i stick to my friends from yuuei’

‘but what are you doing all the way here?’

natsu’s throat dried up and he watched his feet kick the pebbles to distract him of his urge to just whine and throw a tantrum with the confusion from this mess

‘i dont know’

he choked out and he was so tired and confused and all he wants to do is cry in his mother’s arms like he used to but she doesnt even know he exists

hinata sensed the tension and sadness from the boy beside him and tried his best to stay quiet until they get home

to say his mom was angry was an understatement

‘SHOYO, DONT YOU KNOW TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING?!’

‘kaa-san i was so angry and bakageyama was yelling at me and hit me and-’

‘THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO RUN SOMEONE OVER!’

natsu sat there on their couch awkwardly watching the black-haired woman yell at the human tangerine

he coughed in impulse and she turned away from her son and went to sit next to the h/c boy

‘dear, im so sorry for my son and his terrible biking. i didnt catch your name when you entered, what is it?’

even hinata forgot to ask his name but thats such a hinata thing to do though

natsu froze

if he was to say his mother’s last name, it would raise suspicion that he might know her in this time period and izuku has shown him enough doctor who to show him what happens when he messes up in time

again, he lied

‘kiri,,,shima,,, natsu. kirishima natsu’

he inwardly apologized to eijirou for using his last name

mrs. hinata raised a hand to her mouth with a surprised gasp

‘oh! my daughter’s name is also natsu! natsu, dear! can you come here for a second?’

natsu heard soft sounds from the stairs and she shyly walked down 

‘come say hi’

she softly urged her daughter to come closer and the little girl ran to hide behind her older brother who gently smiled and held her hand

‘well, thats her. she just turned 10 a few days ago. look dear, kirishima-kun has the same name as you!’

she waved slightly and natsu felt his heart swell at the sight of the adorable little girl

his mother never really had time for relationships so he was an only child and never got to experience a sibling, only hearing the experience of having siblings from his friend, shouto

mrs. hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm to revert his attention back to her

‘shoyo told me what happened and im sorry that this is all happening to you’

he felt guilty at the sight of her sad eyes because this was all a lie but he knew if he told them the real reason, they wouldnt believe him

so he had to continue with the lie

‘everything was falling apart and i wanted to leave everything behind. so i just took the shinkansen to nowhere and ended up here’

mrs. hinata felt her heart tug because he was just a little boy and he was too young to experience this so she offered him something he shouldnt have agreed to but again, survival

‘you can stay with us in the mean time. our guest room has been collecting dust so you can live here’

‘what? no! i can’t!’

natsu instinctually turned it down because he hated people giving him charity

but the woman squeezed his arm to give him a smile

‘i will not allow a child to live in the streets because of something he couldnt help’

‘arent you worried youre inviting a total stranger in your home?’

but she gave him a knowing smile

‘im a mother. i can trust you, boy’

in exchange for board and food, he promised to get a part time job so he could pay her back and get out of their house as quickly as he could

shoyo led him to the bathroom upstairs so he could treat the wounds from the ground

natsu sat on the closed toilet seat while his literal idol was putting cream on his boo-boos

he still cant wrap his head with everything

maybe it was because he was so busy trying to come up with lies that he wasnt able to fully sit down and think about the fact that he just TRAVELED BACK IN TIME and could accidentally change it

‘shoyo, what year is it?’

he mumbled

‘2012′

he answered and natsu sighed but his head perked up

oh god

2012

thats a year away from 2013

the year he was born

that meant shoyo’s team manager was going to give birth to him next year

‘why? did you hit your head so far that you forgot?’

hinata joked but he paled when natsu didnt laugh

‘OH GOD DID YOU?!’

‘NO! AND STOP YELLING!’

natsu shouted, equally surprised

‘whew, thank god. again, im so sorry i hit you’

‘shoyo, dont worry about it, okay? im fine, i swear’

during dinner, mrs. hinata told him about his school situation

‘you can go to karasuno with shoyo. what year were you in?’

‘first’

‘perfect! shoyo is too so he could easily help you around the school!’

natsu nodded quietly, still out of it and his brain finally starting to accept this impossible reality

‘but i dont think i could help you with the entrance exams. im not the most-um-smartest, per se’

shoyo apologized but natsu already knew that

he was no extreme fanatic but he knew quite a lot about hinata shoyo, the player he watched during the 2021 olympics and the reason he started playing volleyball

natsu dreamed to join the msby jackals just like his idol did and eventually reach the national team like hinata did

it was during the olympics of 2021, he knew he wanted to be like him

this boy who sat next to him was the reason he came to love volleyball along with his other idol, oikawa tooru, from the argentina volleyball team after seeing that legendary match 

when oikawa hit that service ace, natsu wanted to be able to receive that

he was merely 8 and his neighbor, midoriya inko, was babysitting him and she placed him and her son who was his friend, izuku, in front of the tv where they watched the olympics match

‘someday, ill be someone great. ill be great like him’

he promised and from then on, he worked to achieve that goal 

‘natsu? hello?’

he was shaken from his thoughts as shoyo nudged him back to reality

mrs. hinata laughed

‘maybe you should head to bed early, dear. you must be tired after having a hard journey’

he nodded and was about to go and wash his dishes when she stopped him

‘no. go and sleep, ill take care of this’

‘i have to do my part in here, hinata-san. please, let me do this’

she finally agreed and he was scrubbing the plates when his mind wandered over to possible solutions on how he could go back

there was an episode that he watched with izuku that the character had to do something to go back

and he had a feeling that he would have to do the same thing

but what would that something be?

there had to be a reason he was thrown all the way in this time and it couldnt just be a coincidence that supposedly, this would be around the same time his mother would get pregnant

but who would it be?

he finished putting the plates on the drying rack and he felt really thirsty suddenly

opening the fridge, he found no water bottles and natsu had a very sensitive stomach so he couldnt drink tap water

his next favorite beverage was there and he pulled a glass from the cabinet

‘hinata-san, is it okay if i can have some milk?’

he called out and she shouted that it was okay

natsu poured the drink on his glass and started drinking it when hinata entered the kitchen and snickered at him

‘yknow, you remind me of my idiot teammate. none of my other friends drink straight milk except for him’

natsu placed the glass down and wiped his lips

‘chocolate milk make me sick and i hate the taste of flavoring in milk. but i just hate flavoring in general. except for gari gari popsicles, those are good’

natsu reasoned, watching hinata move across the room to get an apple

‘still ew. but come on! lets go to bed so i can show you around school early before practice tomorrow!’

natsu noticed his excitement by the way he bounced in place and he chuckled

it reminded him of his friends mina and denki

hinata led them both to his room so he could check his wounds again just to make sure

then something caught his eye

‘kirishima-kun you like volleyball?!’

that threw him off

partly because he wasnt used to being called by his friend’s last name

but also because of the question

‘huh? how do you know that?’

natsu asked, almost defensively

hinata shrugged

‘i saw your volleyball shoes in your bag’

hinata reasoned and excitedly pointed at them

‘you should play for us! im part of the team too! oh oh! what position do you play?!’

‘l-libero’

natsu stuttered out, slightly overwhelmed by hinata’s energy

hinata started circling him, inspecting his height and looking at him up and down

‘yanno, kirishima-kun, youre really tall. like much taller than the rest of my club. maybe not saltyshima but really!! youre so tall!!’

hinata whined in envy and natsu laughed

‘blame it on the paternal side of the family. my ma isnt really tall’

he laughs but then memories of his mother resurfaced and he suddenly felt gloomy, guilty, even, bc he doesnt know if time stopped there or it kept going and if so, shes probably worried sick

and he knew she was always one who blamed herself

hinata noticed his downcast expression and thought he probably remembers his dad and got sad since he got kicked out

so our baby sunshine freaked out and he frantically waved his hands around

‘oh no! gomen kiri-kun! gomen! i really didnt mean to make you think about him! gomen!!!’

he even bowed which surprised the h/c boy and made him stand back up

‘o-oi shoyo! dont! you didnt because i wasnt thinking about him!’

he fussed and patted hinata’s hair

‘i dont care about him. to be honest, there isnt much to think about’

he didnt think about what he said until he heard himself

natsu’s eyes widened, fearful of how hinata could take it but he flinched when the orange-haired boy’s eyes were filled with his own tears

‘OH NO!! KIRI-KUN!!!’

then launched another series of apologies and natsu had to calm him down

oh dear

it was early in the morning like 5 when hinata bursted into natsu’s room

the loud shout of shoyo made his eyes blink open and he groaned before turning to the side

‘come on, kiri-kun! we need to go to take your exam!’

‘nooooooooo’

‘yeeessssssss’

it was quite a battle for hinata to even just get natsu out of bed but he managed to bribe the latter with some milk bread from the bakery down the street

‘2′

natsu showed his two fingers and hinata sighed before nodding

‘yes. now go hurry so we can leave!’

dressed in his grey sweatpants and a yuuei sweatshirt, natsu cursed as he only has clothes good for 2 days and he didnt want to bother the hinatas so he was at a loss

mrs hinata bid the two boys good bye and natsu was yawning and dragging his body to walk while hinata was skipping over to his bike

then he finally realized the problem

he nervously looked at natsu and the taller boy didnt understand why he was looking at him that way

‘what?’

shoyo pointed at the bike and awkwardly smiled

‘uh,,, you see,,, i dont think youd,,, fit,,, at the back seat’

natsu shrugged

‘then ill bike. ive done it before’

he sauntered over to the bike and swiftly lifted his leg before testing out the brake handles

‘its good and better than mine back home’

‘a-are you-’

‘sit down, sho’

hinata gripped on to the back of natsu’s sweatshirt as he told him the directions to how to get to the school

natsu remembered watching an interview of hinata talking about his high-school life and he remembered the star player talking about his dedication to go to karasuno everyday for volleyball

and the boy couldn’t believe hes doing that right now, with his idol literally behind him, and driving to the legendary karasuno high school

from the jackals to the adlers and even some other teams like the frogs, natsu cheered for them

there was a memory of his mother sitting with him on their couch during one of her rare day offs as they rewatched the recorded copy of the olympics

it has become natsu’s favorite thing to watch

‘with great talent comes great hardships. people don’t become good overnight and i watched those people suffer through it all but look where they are now’

‘KIRISHIMA, WATCH OUT! COWS CROSSING!’

natsu was snapped out of his thoughts at hinata’s shout

then it morphed into pure and utter confusion

‘cows?’

shoyo laughed

‘since youre from the city, this must be a weird sight for you, huh? well, in the countryside, this happens a lot!’

but natsu didnt mind

in fact, he loved cows

he loved any farm animal in general

maybe it was his upbringing in the hustle and bustle of the city that he grew to love the countryside

shoto took him with his family to a trip to the country once and he remembered loving the smell of grass

they were able to do an activity in a farm where they worked in a rice farm and the peace and serenity was something he will always remember

his mother was lucky she grew up in a place like this

‘kiri-kun, ive been wanting to ask, how is your volleyball team in the city? are you a powerhouse?’

natsu felt pride bubble up in his chest

‘of course! we got second place in nationals!’

he boasted and blurted out before he could stop himself

then he felt fear

he shouldnt have said that because for all he knows, yuuei probably doesn’t exist at this time period

hinata had a different reaction and his eyes shone

‘WHAT?! WOAH! SO COOL! I HAVE TO TELL OUR CAPTAIN THAT WE’RE GETTING A POWERHOUSE STUDENT!’

‘uh-i-uh-’

natsu didnt know what to say because he had a feeling he definitely just did an oopsie

so he switched topics really quick to divert the attention away from his past

‘o-oi sho, once youre done being a pro volleyball player and stuff, we should have our own rice farm’

of course it was such a random idea but it distracted the orange boy

hinata shrugged

‘i mean,,, i have to be a pro first but i guess we can!’

‘hmm,,,, i dont think you have to worry about that’

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