#okay guys time to do school work ttyl <3

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GF Fic: (Insert Time-Related Pun Here)

Having a birthday on the last day of summer was great when you were a kid.

When you were in college and vacation ended somewhere in the last third of August? Not so much.

“Grunkle Ford, I...I don’t think Mabel and I can make it to Gravity Falls,” Dipper confessed, the day before his twenty-second birthday.

“Is it the travel time?” Ford asked from the other end of the phone. “If your usual transportation is too slow, we can call in a favor or two for you kids—I know plenty of entities that would be happy to give you a lift as a birthday present—”

“No, I know, I know,” Dipper said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I really appreciate that, Grunkle Ford, I just...it’s not the travel, it’s being there. The other years we’ve been in college, our birthday was always on a weekend—last year was a Monday, but we spent that year with you guys instead of in school—”

“Thank goodness that seer tipped us off about her vision of 2020!” Ford agreed. “Taking a gap year to sail the Arctic with us was definitely the right decision for you two.”

“Right? Half a semester of online classes was more than enough. But—I mean, maybe it’s being back in school after being gone for a year, maybe it’s just early-semester problems, but...” Dipper sighed. “It’s just, I’m taking five classes, and I’ve got a TA job this year, and I’m getting back into the DD&MD group again and maybe planning to DM a oneshot as a Halloween event, and...” He sighed again. “It all looked much more manageable on my schedule. It was color-coded and everything!”

Grunkle Ford hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, I know,” Dipper admitted. “Not the first time I’ve overbooked myself.”

“Not quite, perhaps. But it’s very good that you’re learning to recognize it and take steps to take care of yourself—when I was in college, I burned out routinely.”

“Mabel would sic the ‘Self-Care Fairy’ on me again if I didn’t learn.” The “Self-Care Fairy” was a truly terrifying onslaught of Mabelness, complete with costume and character voice, and would not go away until its subject had reached an acceptable level of well-being and had examined their mistakes. “Which is why...I have to cancel. If I came to Gravity Falls, even with instant travel, I’d only be able to get there around like 5:00 PM and I’d be stressed and anxious the whole time. And then I’d get back here exhausted and with no homework done and with class tomorrow, and...I just don’t think I can afford that.” Dipper paused, a knot twisting in his stomach. “I’m really sorry, I wish we could come...”

“Of course, Dipper, we know you do!” Grunkle Ford hastened to assure him. “Don’t feel sorry for us—of course we’d love to see you, but we just had the summer together. I’m just sorry you’re so short on time.” There was a moment’s silence.

“But how is Mabel doing? Is she facing the same challenges?”

“I mean, sort of.” Dipper smiled ruefully. “She kept trying to figure out some solution so that we could have our usual birthday and everything would work out, but...neither of us could come up with anything that would actually work. And she’s really busy too. She jumped back into school full steam ahead, and she’s got her Etsy store, and all her social groups to keep up with—you know she’s better at managing her energy than I am, but it’s still a lot.”

“I understand that,” Ford said. “You both do what you need to to keep up with your responsibilities, okay? We’re very proud of you both, you know.”

Dipper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I know, Grunkle Ford.”

“Well, then, I’ll let you go—I imagine you have plenty to do right now! We’ll get in touch with you tomorrow, even if only by text.”

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford! Mabel and I are going to video-call at some point, we think, so there’s that. Say hi to Stan and Soos and Melody and the kids and everyone for me?”

“Of course, my boy. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The call disconnected, and Dipper sighed, throwing himself down on his bed. After a minute, he picked up his phone again and texted Mabel.

Just called Ford and canceled plans. He said to take care of ourselves and that he and Stan are proud of us.

Then he pushed himself into the homework for tomorrow until his phone buzzed.

Aww, of course he did. <3 Thanks for calling, brobro. I wish we could go, but you were right--I’ve got WAY too much booked. Why didn’t we check what weekday our birthday was FIRST???

Dipper snorted. Maybe we’re dumb :/

IMPOSSIBLE, Mabel sent back. Clearly an evil College Schedule Gremlin messed with our brains

Is that the same guy who makes it so you can never take the prereqs you need when you need them?

Yep!! And the one who fogs your brain so you THINK you’ve filled all your requirements until it’s too late to patch up the holes in your plan. His phone buzzed a second time after that text. ...Ugh, maybe there ARE gremlins in all the college systems

It would explain Blackboard, Dipper agreed with a frown. Huh, maybe they should look into that...

Anyway, though, u good for Zoom tomorrow?

Dipper huffed, reminded of the fact that they had no time for a paranormal investigation right now. Yeah, he typed, I can do an hour or so anytime after 5:30.

Cool, I will figure out a time and let you know!! Can’t wait to see your 22-year-old face!! :) Even if it sucks that we can’t party :(

Same, same. TTYL :)

Dipper tossed his phone aside again, shutting his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t just the party that had him down—though he would miss the bash that Gravity Falls usually threw on their birthday. It was...everything.

It was having a birthday without Mabel.

Oh, sure, they would talk, but they wouldn’t be in the same place. That was why, really, he’d hung onto their plans until the very last minute. He’d made it work on paper—taking an evening to travel to Gravity Falls, have a party, and be back in time for the next class—and it just felt wrong to admit defeat, to compromise on something this important. Their birthday meant the two of them celebrating together, having a good time, acknowledging that it was important.

This year wasn’t going to feel like a birthday at all, Dipper thought glumly.

But no, that was quitter talk. They were going to do their best anyway, because they were the Mystery Twins! Even if the situation was lame. Even if he was going to spend his time on the call with Mabel tomorrow doing homework and/or bursting with stress.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Why do I always overfill my schedule?” he asked plaintively.

The ceiling didn’t answer.

---

Dipper dropped his backpack with a thud on his dorm room floor, hastily unzipping it and digging out his laptop. He was late—he’d left his thermos in his last classroom, and been halfway across campus before he realized and turned around to go get it. He blamed his sleep deprivation (a week in, and his body still hadn’t readjusted to the rhythm of morning classes).

Now, though, he could finally pull up Zoom. He plugged in his headphones as he waited for it to connect (stupid dorm wifi), and was rewarded with an ear-splitting squeal.

“Happy birthday, Dipper!”

He grinned at her beaming face. “Happy birthday, Mabel!”

“Did you get a birthday cupcake?” she demanded. “Or at least a birthday cookie?”

He grimaced. “I got ice cream at the cafeteria, but I had to eat it there,” he confessed. “Here, I’ve got...a birthday candy bar?”

“Hmph.” Mabel looked crestfallen, but plastered a smile on anyway. “It’ll have to do! We can sing Happy Birthday, anyway. One, two, thr—”

Before they could launch into an inevitably out-of-sync rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Dipper heard a loud knock. Judging by Mabel’s startled turn towards her door, she heard it too—

Wait, what?

The knocking repeated. On both their doors.

“..Huh,” Mabel said thoughtfully. With a wordless glance between them, they both unplugged their headphones and went to their respective doors.

“Happy birthday, slugger!” Stan said, grinning, the instant he saw Dipper. Over the internet, Ford’s voice was greeting Mabel at the same time.

Dipper’s jaw dropped.

“Ha!” Grunkle Stan shoved past him into the room. Waving to the camera, he added, “Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Ford peered past Mabel into the screen. “Happy birthday, Dipper, my boy!”

“But—what—”

“Grunkles!” Mabel cried. “...But wait, why not just video call us? Not that we’re not happy to see your wrinkly faces, but you came such a long way!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dipper said, waving his arm in confusion. “You guys—you know we can’t really visit, right? Even with you with us? We don’t have time. I dont want you guys to waste a trip—”

“But we didn’t,” Ford said smugly. “We came to bring your birthday presents.”

With a flourish, Stan produced something and handed it to Dipper. It looked like...a piggy bank, but with a clock face set into the side?

Mabel gasped. “It’s so CUTE!”

“But what is it, Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked.

“Simply put, my boy...it’s time.”

“It’s a Time-Savings Bank,” Stan said proudly. “Got our hands on these babies a few months ago, on a little side trip. See, when you’ve got some extra time—like, at night, or when you’re waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever—you can use these gizmos to store it up instead! Then when you need more time, you use the clock to take it back out. Whammo! You squeeze in a few extra hours between the normal ones.”

“Like Daylight Saving Time without the false advertising,” Ford added. “We know you two are short on time right now, but...if you’d like, there’s enough in here to give you and everyone currently at the Mystery Shack a good few hours of spare time. What do you say, kids? Still up for a party?”

“Are we!” Mabel crowed.

Dipper stared at this miraculous device. “But...that’s a lot of hours,” he said. “Where did you get the time?”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You kiddin’, Dipper? We figured from the start that at least one of you would burn out when you went back to school. We’ve been putting time aside in these things for months.”

“...Really?” Dipper said. Somehow, he found himself blinking rapidly, and swallowing down some obstruction in his throat.

Stan coughed uncomfortably, looking away. “I mean, it’s not like we gave you any time we had a use for. Just some odds and ends here and there...every day... Anyway! You kids wanna get this show on the road?”

“YES!” Mabel shouted.

Dipper beamed. “Definitely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

And a few minutes later, when they all found themselves in the Shack (courtesy of one of those “favors” Ford had mentioned yesterday), and Dipper had piled into the inevitable group hug with his twin and his grunkles—and with hours of birthday celebration in front of them all—he had to add, “Best present ever.”

#did i neglect my college homework to write this? yes. yes i did #anyway #happy birthday dipper and mabel! #belated in my timezone but NOT ON THE WEST COAST so it WORKS #gravity falls #mystery twins #dipper pines #mabel pines #pines family #my fic #i did not proofread this At All so...there may be glaring errors #i'll find out later

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Multipart Commission Work - Harry Hook x Reader - A Prince Behind the Pirate - part 2 - dreams

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=

Uma huffed, lifting a heap of trays in her arms, grunting from exertion as she carried them back to the kitchen. She rolled her eyes as she passed by the tv, the “royal cotillion” planners were on screen again.

It was unfair, they were born lucky with all the clothes and food they waned, while the people of the isle were lucky to be born, scrounging for scraps of food and sewing Auradons scrapes of clothes together to just wear something at night.

She tossed the trays into the sink, wiping her hands on her apron. “go ahead and get some sleep Uma, ill clean up” cook offered, gently pushing Uma out of the kitchen.

“you sure I can-“ cook shook her head, shoving her out and closing the kitchen door.

“im sure, tomorrow is your only day off, so get your rest” Uma nodded, undoing her apron and tossing it on her chair.

“Alright, see you Monday”

“see ya”

Uma’s eyes caught the tv again, the 2nd daughter of Aurora on screen again, Uma’s eye twitched at the bright and oh so happy princess.

“shes probably spoiled rotten without care for anyone else” Uma muttered, hitting the power button and shutting the tv off. “when I get out of here, they'll be the ones serving gruel.

=

Harry twitched in his sleep, kicking his blanket off. He was surrounded by blankets and blankets of green plants “grass” he thinks its called.

A soft bell-like laugh came from beside him, he whipped his head around, spotting the girl he had been meeting in his dreams since he was 15.

“hi~” she chimed, flattening out her sundress and smiling at him.

“hey,” he sighed, laying back on the grass he couldn’t feel “hows yer day been lass?”

“stressful, I've been planning for --muffled-- for the last two months,” she sighed, making harry frown.

“that sucks” he muttered, reaching out and playing with a loose thread on her denim jacket “didn’t yeh say yer friends helpin’ yeh?”

“Yeah but she's busy with the other half and im helping --muffled-- with making outfits for the event and --muffled-- keeps bothering me about my sister and it's just a lot” she sighed again and looks down at him smiling, the light obscuring her face other than her lips.  “so how have you been?”

“ugh” harry groaned, rubbing his face “bad, my dad’s been havin’ me work double shifts an’ all that’s on tv now is that cotillion trash”

He knew the girl couldn’t hear exactly what he said, as for some reason, anything that could allude to something that could find the other was muffled.

All they knew about each other was their age, gender, and favorite color. Yet the bond was growing between them every visit.

It had started back when Harry turned 15, one night waking up to a girl in a soft blue dress staring bewildered at him, her lips conveying her surprise.

“Who are you?” they had both asked.

At first, they thought the other was just a figment of their imagination, but soon they had figured out the other was real, that somehow they were connected and were able to talk to each other in their dreams once a week.

He knows that the girl was his age, was female (obviously), and her favorite color was lilac, “the perfect mix of pink and blue!” she had said. She also liked strawberry chocolate crepes and drawing.

They talked for a couple more minutes, the girl looking up as the world started to become even brighter around them. “oh, I guess its morning already huh?” she muttered, looking back down at him and smiling “see you next week?”

“See yeh next week” harry murmured back, saluting her goodbye as they woke up.

=

You blearily looked at your alarm clock, yawning as you sat up and clumsily hit the off button. “I still wish I knew your name” you muttered to yourself, smiling as you remembered he boy with fluffy black hair and a nice long red coat fit for a captain.

When the dreams of the boy first appeared, you confided in your mother, who had told you the same thing had happened with your father and her, dream walking, she had said.

As you got older she explained in more detail of what you could do when the fairy had blessed her at her christening, they had also given her the ability to find her true love in her dreams.

Where she had “met” your father Phillip.

Audrey was born without it apparently, pouting whenever you would gush about the boy to your parents.  She never teased you about it though, being with Ben at the time.

Your cousin Ariana had been merciless about it, saying how as soon as he would see you he would run for the hills in terror, and how she would get him instead.

The boy had told you to punch her when she teased you about him again, you did, and you were grounded until you told them about her teasing.

Ariana was grounded for two months after that and had ceased in her cruel acts.

All you know about the boy was he was your age, his favorite color was red, and he loved the sea and octopuses.

You glanced at the clock one more time and sighed, finally getting out of bed and grabbing some clothes and a towel, getting ready for the day.

An hour and a half later you were all ready, tying your laces and making sure your new pink leather glove was on completely.

Your phone beeped and you quickly picked it up, seeing a text message from Ben

-hey, I need your help with some stuff after school, meet me in my office okay?-

-kay- you typed back, stuffing your phone in your pocket and tossing your Bluetooth earbuds around your neck.

Tossing your bookbag over your shoulder you walked out of your dorm and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast with Jane, Mal, and Evie.

=

“Hey (y/n)!” you perked up, smiling at Jane as she waved you over, picking up the last (fav fruit) you picked up your tray and quickly walked over to the table, setting your tray next to Janes and greeting the two vks.

Mal hummed numbly as she poked at her food, zoning out staring at the isle. “Mal you good?” you tilted your head, Mal jumped, looking at you surprised.

“huh!? Oh uh, yeah! Im good, perfectly good-good” she popped a strawberry in her mouth, sending a strained smile at you.

You raised your brow suspiciously but looked away as Jane started to talk about cotillion plans.

You suddenly got a text from Audrey

-hey, any new things with your dream boy-

You smiled, Audrey may be the classic mean girl to many people, but she was your sister through and through, you both knew the pressure of your grandmother and had become closer through that

-kinda, hes been stressed cuz his dads making him work double and something on tv is bugging him-

-cool, any clues?-

-no, nothing much other than hearing more pirate stuff-

-lol, with how much he talks about pirates you'd think hes from the isle-

-would you have a problem with it?-

-(nickname) there’s a difference between your true love being from the isle and someone spelling someone for the wand-

You shook your head, smiling at her “approval” of the boy who might be from the isle.

-yeah yeah I know, I gotta go, ttyl-

-ttyl <3-

You put your phone in your pocket as the bell rang, shoving the last bite of your breakfast your mouth and picking up your orange juice box.

“see you guys later!” the girls waved you goodbye as they raced to their own classes.

You glanced at your watch, 5 minutes before your class started, history of huntsman and pirates, your favorite class, ever since dream boy started to talk about them all the time.

=

Harry sighed, leaning against the counter at his dad's fishing shop, tapping his hook on the counter as nothing happened around him.

His mind drifted off to the dream girl, she had explained simply that she could dream walk, and had somehow connected their minds during sleep.

It was a pretty easy to believe explanation, ya know since they lived in a world filled with magic n stuff, so Harry had no reason to say she was lying.

“boy! You better not be slackin’ off!” harry jerked, scratching the counter as his father suddenly yelled.

“im not!” he yelled back, pouting as he leaned back in his chair.

He couldn’t wait to get out of here and sail the seas, free as a bird.

--end of part 2--

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[in-class-daydreams]

Parlay (Kuroo x Reader) | Ch. 3

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~2400

Genres: Fluff, angst if you squint, general buffoonery

CW: Some swearing, but otherwise none!

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.

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Honestly, Kuroo dreaded 2:00 pm every Tuesday and Thursday. His lecture was two and a half hours long, and it was in one of the school’s bigger lecture halls, meaning he spent two days a week sitting at an itty bitty desk in an overcrowded lecture hall. It was always hot and muggy, and there’s always that one guy that you can smell three rows back. It honestly can’t be that hard to take a shower once a while, right? Personal hygiene. What a concept!

‘Before making assumptions about a person who smells - like thinking they don’t shower - consider their living situation and the fact that not everyone has access to--’ A memory from a conversation with Bokuto flashed through his mind. He begged the Bokuto that lived inside his head to please shut his piehole.

In retrospect, he really should have taken an easier class, but no. His academic advisor had strongly advised against taking an easier class to fulfill this requirement because it wouldn’t ‘enrich his academic talents.’ He could just hear his teammate’s irritating tone.

“Don’t worry, Tetsu-Chan! It’ll be a good challenge for you!”

‘Good challenge’ his ass. He really had to stop trusting other people’s judgement.

Despite his admitted hatred for his 2:00 lecture, at least he and Bokuto got to chat beforehand. The frat boy had a class at the same time: Women and Politics in Continental America. According to him, so long as you did your work and ‘are at least a somewhat decent person,’ the class was relatively easy to get a quality grade in. So while Kuroo was dreading the next two and a half hours of his life he’ll never get back, Bokuto could talk Kuroo’s ear off about his “Owlets” without a care in the world, that bastard.

“Bruh, they’re so cute! We played freeze tag for warm ups today ‘cuz they’ve been good all week and, man, little kids are hella fast!” Kuroo cracked a smile at that. Bokuto loved both volleyball and kids, so when he started working as a youth instructor at the sports center, the guy was living his best life. About halfway through hearing a story about the Owlets dogpiling on Bokuto, Kuroo heard a group of girls giggling a little further down the hallway.

There he saw Kenma’s cute girlfriend making an exaggerated sad face. Her surrounding girlfriends were half laughing and half consoling her. They patted her back and he could vaguely hear ‘next time, next time!’ and ‘--boba right after?’

As they got closer, he heard one of the girls chime in, “Hold on, we can’t go right after. That guest speaker for Native American Lit. is speaking in Ballroom One at six.”

“Oh yeah... After that, then?” another girl offered.

(Y/N) shook her head, “I promised I’d pick up a shift at Chisai at 5:30,” she told them apologetically. Her friends collectively booed as Kuroo pushed off the wall he was leaning against.

“I’ll see you at practice, man.” Bokuto paused his story. They gave each other a bro-nod in farewell.

“Okay, ttyl.”

Kuroo halted in his tracks, “...did you just say ttyl out loud?”

“It’s easier that way. My kids like it!”

“They’re nine, Kou, they like everything you do.”

“Nine is a very enriched age and it’s important that we don’t undermine the abilities of--”

“Whoops, gotta go!” Kuroo speed walked in the direction of the group of girls. Bokuto went out of his way to stay “woke” - his words, not Kuroo’s - and it made him a great guy, but Kuroo could only handle so much social consciousness. (Y/N) noticed him before he reached them.

“Oh, Kuroo-san! You have a class in this building?” For someone he’d met only once before, she looked happier to see him than a lot of people normally would. Did she look at everyone like that?

He gave each of the girls a charming smile. Several of them looked from (Y/N) to him, wide-eyed. In all objective terms, Kuroo knew the effect he had on people. He was used to people of all genders’ gazes lingering on him. After all, he was the whole package: tall, handsome, charming, and it was obvious he drank Respect Women Juice every day.

“Unfortunately, yes,” he nodded his head towards his lecture room, “Not my favorite class this semester.”

“Well, I’m in this class, too. If we sat together, would it be less agonizing?” she asked. Before he could answer, she turned to her friends, “I’ll see you probably tomorrow.” They said their goodbyes, and a few of them flirtily waved Kuroo goodbye. In return, he gave them a sly wink, “Ladies.”

“If you have other friends in this class, though, I won’t be offended at all if you sit with them,” his attention snapped to her. He held the classroom door open and gestured her in. She unthinkingly led them to the same side of the room as the one Kuroo usually sat, a few rows ahead of his normal seat.

“Actually,” he said, “All my friends were smart enough to take other classes,” he laughed. “Besides, who wouldn’t want to sit next to a such a cute girl?” he gave her a cute wink.

‘What a flirt,’ she thought.

“Is that your signature move?” she teased.

Kuroo put a hand to his chest in mock offense, “Move? A gentleman doesn’t use ‘moves.’”

“Are you a gentleman, then, Kuroo-san?”

“If you wanted me to be.”

“Cheesy.”

“Don’t worry. I get worse over time.”

(Y/N) mentally cheered. If Kuroo was flirting with her this blatantly, surely he must have a feeling that she and Kenma weren’t serious. Then, Kenma would have to admit that she wasn’t oblivious and she’d win the bet!

Kuroo’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. “But don’t think I’m trying to steal you from Kenma. Bro-code is sacred text, you know.”

Oh. Well. That’s okay! He might not figure it out right away, but surely when he sees that Kenma doesn’t care one bit that he was flirting with his ‘girlfriend,’ he’d figure it out eventually! ...right?

“Don’t worry.” She replied, “He couldn’t care less.”

The professor walked in about 2 minutes before the class officially began. The man in about his mid-40’s cracked his RhedBhull energy drink and chugged the whole thing in one go. Crushing the can in his fist, he tossed it into a nearby trashcan and started plugging the projector cable into his laptop. In a way, Kuroo was glad even the professor was having as much of a hard time with this class as much as he was.

While he’d been watching the professor prepare himself, he hadn’t noticed the girl next to him pull out a notebook, two mechanical pencils, a big eraser, a set of highlighters, some gel pens, and some sticky tabs. At first he thought she was the type to make pretty notes and not actually learn anything, but as the class dragged on, whenever he glanced at her notes, he noticed that her diagrams were frighteningly detailed and every bit of information had its place. He didn’t want to be that guy by constantly looking at her notes, but even the comments in the little text bubble she drew made more sense than anything on the lecture slides.

Leaning in towards her, the taller male whispered, “I’m sure you don’t need the help, but do you want to study together sometime?” No answer.

“Kenma can come too, if you’re worried about him getting the wrong idea.” Nothing. Was she ignoring him? Had he somehow managed to offend her? He was nearly offended until he realized that nothing was affecting her at all. Not when someone sneezed or when the glass side door slammed loudly and nearly everyone jumped out of her skin. Save for her hand working like a machine, she hardly moved. Just her hand and her eyes flitting up, down, up, down, up, down from the projector to her notes. A tornado could rip through campus and Kuroo wasn’t entirely confident that she’d move.

‘Cute.’ Kuroo shook his head at his own thoughts. Sure, she was cute, but she was as off-limits as possible.

‘Though,’ he reasoned, ‘Being friends isn’t a crime.’

Lost in thought, the end of the lecture came sooner than anticipated. Twisting in his seat, his spine made a loud crack. Ah, the ripe old age of 21. In his defense, the chairs in the lecture hall weren’t exactly ergonomic.

“I doubt that’s a healthy noise for your spine to make.” She peered at him over her bag as she gently organized all her pens into a baby pink pencil case with little green aliens on it.

‘Cute,’ he thought.

“Thanks! It was a gift,” she chirped. He blinked.

“Huh?”

“The pencil case? I got it as a gift.”

It took Kuroo a moment to register what in the world she was talking about. When the realization dawned on him he mentally kicked himself.

‘I said that out loud???’

They headed outside where the sun had nearly set. She asked him what his plans were later on, and he mentioned his volleyball scholarship.

“Wow! It’s super competitive just to get on the team here. Congratulations!” He chuckled at her enthusiasm and thanked her for being so encouraging.

“So…” she trailed off for a moment, “You’re Tooru’s teammate, then?”

Kuroo gave an ugly, barking laugh.

“Yeah. Not sure if that’s good or bad. He’s the best setter I’ve ever met, but he’s also super cheery and will smile while he roasts you within an inch of your life.”

They both chuckled. (Y/N) looked at the ground shyly and said in a small voice, “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

“You know each other?” it suddenly occurred to that she and Oikawa were on a first-name basis. “You a fangirl of his?” he teased.

She squeaked. Waving her hands in front of her frantically, she said, “No, no, no! I just-- We just-- We both went to Seijoh, that’s all.” Kuroo was mildly offended that she thought he’d believe such a poorly delivered lie, but he decided to let it go. For now. Changing the subject, he said,

“So, where are you headed? Practice to watch your boyfriend?” She tensed, then quickly relaxed.

“I’ve never been to a practice since I always seem to have a shift at the same time. I have work at 5:30 today, actually.”

“You’re walking around when it’s this dark?”

“It’s only about a 20 minute walk from here. Don’t worry, I have pepper spray.”

“Mildly comforting, but not much. If you don’t mind, I could walk you there?”

His gesture was rewarded by an adorable eye smile, “Oh, that’s so kind of you. Okay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

On the walk there, she told him all about Chisai Tea House and about Grandmother, the sweet old woman who owned it.

“I worry, though. Gran is getting old. She’s not in a condition to work all day like she does.”

Kuroo looked up at the darkening sky, “When people love something, it’s hard to pull them away.”

“Mm, don’t I know it?”

Kuroo asked what kinds of things Chisai served. Besides dim sum, of course.

“What people order just depends on what they want at the time. There’s no ‘good’ thing to get because everything’s amazing! We make traditional green teas, Korean songpyeon, khao neeo mamuang, and don’t even get me started on the har gao and sumai, and all the dim sum stuff. All of our recipes have been passed down through families for generations.”

Around 5:20, she stopped at a door along the line of shops. The place was bustling with customers, and the air around it smelled of sweet treats and green teas. The whole place had a traditional Chinese feel. Through the windows, the busy place looked busy, but peaceful. On the tables nearest the window, he saw moon cakes and songpyeon that made his mouth water.

“Thank you for walking me to work! If you have some free time, would you like to come in for something to eat? My treat?” she offered.

“I wish I could, (Y/N)-san, but I have practice--!” Kuroo choked on the word. Practice! How could he forget? He’d been going to volleyball practice on weekdays since he started high school!

“Is there something wrong?” the shorter girl asked, concerned. He shook his head.

“Not at all. Thanks for keeping me company,” he winked. He didn’t want her to feel like him being late was her fault, so he waited until she was fully inside the tea shop before he turned tail and hauled ass. The gym was about a 10 minute walk, so there was a chance he could make it.

After some hardcore sprinting, the boy almost cried tears of relief when the building finally came into view. He flung himself through the locker room door. Inside, he saw all his teammates finishing up getting dressed, putting on knee pads, tying shoelaces, the like. Every head turned his way.

“Bro! What’s-- Hey! Why are you all sweaty?” Bokuto shouted from the far end of the locker room. Kuroo meant to respond, but he found himself completely out of breath. Volleyball players might not be cut out for long distance sprinting. At least, he definitely wasn’t.

“Overslept?” Iwaizumi clapped his teammate on the back as he brushed past him through the doorway.

“You know coach doesn’t like it when people are late to practice. Better hurry up, Tetsu-chan!” Oikawa said in a tone all too gleeful to be genuine. Forcing his legs to move, Kuroo stumbled as he yanked his shirt off and ran to his locker while simultaneously trying to shimmy his pants off. Bokuto came up beside him during his frantic clambering to get ready.

“What happened, man? You don’t usually get here this late?”

Kuroo glanced over his shoulder at his friend’s worried expression.

“I’m good, bro, I just...” he panted, “I just lost track of time.”

“M’kay, if you’re sure everything’s Gucci?”

“Yeah, man, I’m good.” The wing spiker nodded and headed out the door. Alone at last, Kuroo stuffed his feet into his shoes and rested his head against his locker for a moment. Next time, he’d stop creeping on Kenma’s girlfriend and focus on making it to practice on time. This wouldn’t happen again.

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(A/N): At last! We have tapped into the interactions between Kuroo and (Y/N)! And yes, the Bro-Code is very important! (Well, I'm female, but I’m fully aware of how it works lol). Please continue to give/leave your feedback and thoughts on the story! Be sure to check out the Tumblr/Wattpad for more updates! Thanks and see y’all soon!

- Admin Kiwi-Chan

(A/N): Yeeeaaaaaa boiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

- Admin Mango-Chan

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[creatingnikki]

Dearest Atlas,

That is a really fun choice for a pseudonym. Perhaps, your actual name? Unlikely but for the sake of this letter and me you’re Atlas irrespective. So, hello! You’re almost a decade younger to me and I must admit, I’m a little nervous to write you this love letter. I’ve never had an issue writing or interacting with people older to me by 3-4 decades even. But talking to someone younger always takes me back to when I was their age and how much I hated older people acting as though they knew better.

Of course, now after growing up I have realized that it’s just natural for you to know more and learn more as you live more (exceptions exist always and there’s not an equal increase in age and knowledge/wisdom, as we all know). I mean, compared to a 5 year old, you know so much more. But I think the one place where most adults go wrong is that instead of looking after those younger to them, they either patronize them or exploit them. Shouldn’t we, by default look after those younger to us? Protect them, so that they don’t lose their innocence and heart due to this shit world as early as we did? This sentiment is why I love a classic that most people don’t – The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it. I will warn you that the narrator is annoying but his heart is in the right place and that’s the most important thing.

I guess since I’ve already started writing this letter my nervousness is out the window. Do forgive me if at any place I come across as preachy or pretentious. Know that isn’t one bit intentional.

You know how I know I’m no longer a teenager? Because I just spent 10 minutes looking up what LB(BT) means. I still don’t know but as per Google this is what it could mean:

Let’s be bored together (doesn’t fit the context as you said ‘I’m LB(BT)’)

Something related to LGBTQ+ (Is it?)

Lembaga Bela Banua Talino (Which is an Institute for Community Legal Resources Empowerment – umm probably not?)

When older people would be so clueless with slangs like LOL and TTYL and BRB 10 years ago I would think, ‘Are they serious? What’s not to get in that?’ But this is a WTF moment for me because I have crossed over to the other side, clearly. Anyway, now I’m quite curious so do let me know, please! Haha

Though, I do have a really embarrassing and silly story related to internet slang and ‘brb’. So this was back in 8th grade – 2010 – when I had just joined Facebook and had started to talk to this senior in school who I soon developed a crush on. Now, you need to know 2 things for context:

Back then everyone in school would type in “chat language” which was very “cool”. For instance, ‘What is up with you?’ would be typed as ‘wht is up wth u?’

This guy would use terms of endearment for me like sweetheart, darling, etc. *pukes*

So, for a whole week when we would chat, and he would use ‘brb’ during our conversation I had no idea what it was but I just assumed it was another term of endearment. Oh my god. Shall I even say it? Okay…so I thought it was….barbie. YES WHY WOULD HE CALL ME THAT. It’s bloody weird but my 14 year old brain worked in weird ways, and yes you’re a whole lot smarter than I was at 14, and I just assumed that. Why I continued talking to a guy who I thought called me ‘barbie’, I do not know. From entering the world of social media at 14 and not knowing slangs like the back of my hand to reaching here – writing a letter to a 14 year old and not knowing another slang’s full form – a I believe I have reached a full circle. Thank you? I think it’s very humbling but also grounding to realise how old you are or just how much time has passed by. Adulting is quite disorienting and moments like these are needed.

And thankfully, I know what you mean when you say you’re Wiccan. And I think that’s pretty cool! Around when I was 16 I read a Jodi Piccoult book about teen Wiccans and I was so fascinated that post that I did 3 things:

Convinced my friend to become Wiccan with me

Installed an app for spells

Convinced my mom to let me get a tattoo with a sentence from the Wiccan Rede

My friend ditched me, the spells on that app needed things that weren’t accessible to me and I was too much of a chicken to actually get inked (still don’t have a single tattoo!) and none of those things ever really materialised.  In yet another way you’re so much smarter than I was back then. I keep saying this not to be weird but to admire you and just express how in awe I am by certain things you mentioned.

Shall I just paste the Wiccan Rede here for everyone to see how beautiful and solid it is? Or perhaps the end of it that hit me the most?

“With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.

Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.

When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow.

Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you.

These Eight words the Rede fulfill:

“An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will”

And the sentence I wanted to get a tattoo of? Any guesses?

Well – An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will.

While I didn’t get it, I do want to talk about it.

People will always tell you what to do and what to be and what to think and how to behave and what to not wear and what to see and what to not talk about. These people will be your friends, parents, teachers, siblings, relatives, strangers, lovers, the government, employers, enemies and bullies. A lot of them will be well-intentioned and that’s where it will get tricky. But you should always do what feels right to you. No matter who says what. Stand up for what you believe in no matter who or how many people are against it. That’s from the book To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee and another book that I highly recommend.

As you grow older, the lines between good and bad, black and white, brave and weak will quickly and confusingly blur. You’ll have to make a million choices, a lot of which won’t matter in a few years while some will stay with you for the rest of your life. And sometimes it will feel like you’re in a maze and thick fog (all the confusion between what’s right and what’s wrong) is surrounding you and there is this loud, piercing noise (other people’s voices) that won’t stop until you find your way out that maze. What’s waiting for you outside? Some people think it’s success, money, love, or even death. It really depends on how you see things and what’s the most important to you.

To me? I think what’s waiting out there for me is peace and truth. Lately, I’ve been able to find my way out but it’s only seconds until I’m dragged back inside. So, how to figure a permanent way out this maze is my journey next. I don’t know anything. No one knows anything. But yet people insist on pretending to know. And sometimes that’s important too (like at work). But I hope when you’re on your journey of figuring things out for yourself, you do what feels right to you and only remember – An ye harm none do what ye will.

A picnic with your friend family where everything was so happy sounds like such a precious and beautiful memory. I’m glad you got to experience that and I can only hope that while you navigate your way through the maze, you find such absolutely lovely and blissful moments in plenty. And as for your ex who sent you anon hate – so glad that such an ass is out of your life. As someone who has received a lot of nasty anon hate on tumblr, I know it hurts the most when you suspect (more like just know it) that it’s someone who used to be close to you. I guess that’s the other stuff hiding in the maze – bitterness and pain. But I think as long as you have a few people who have the best interests for you at heart who hold your hand and figure the way out together, you’re going to be okay.

So, Atlas, I do think this turned out to be a tad bit didactic but know that’s only because the part inside of me that’s still 14 is cheering on for you and sending you much love.

xoxo

Nikki

PS I know I’ve given you 2 book recs already but here’s a third one cos I think you’d quite like it – Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson. It’s a book about two high school best friends who are Wiccans and one of them kills herself and the other uses a spell to bring her back to live temporarily to figure out what really happened.

Guys, February is 29 days of love letters. I’m writing love letters, as part of The Love Project, and if you’d like me to write one to you, drop me an email at [email protected]

There are 10 more spots left, and you can still be a part of it if you’d like :D

I wrote this letter for Atlas based on some questions they answered. You can read their answers here.

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[chamibii]

Jagged little Claws

Momo didnt feel like going out that night at all, but she allowed Ochako to convince her. She was still dealing with heartache from her break up with Todoroki and these days all she wanted to do was stay in bed and cry. She had "already been doing that for days" Ochako reminded her in their brief conversation.

"I know Ocha, but I just don't feel like going out. What if he's there?"

Ochako sighed dramatically and clicked her tongue. "Momo! Who cares if he's there? When was the last time you did something fun huh? Aren't you tired of laying in bed all damn day?"

Momo sat surrounded by a pink comforter and several large pillows. "I'm not.."

"And don't say you aren't in bed Mo, cuz I know you are!"

Momo laughed softly and relented. "Gods you just dont give up do you?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Where are we going?"

Ochako squeaked, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes. Yes!! Geez." Momo had to pull the phone away from her ear because her best friend was squealing loudly.

"Okay! I'll be there to pick you up at 8! Be ready. And please dress nicely."

---

Momo had to admit that she was slightly excited to be out. She hadn't really left her room, let her alone her house, since Todoroki broke up with her.

She felt Ochako squeeze her hand reassuringly and she smiled at her friend. She and Ochako had grown closer over the years and today, she was exceptionally grateful for her friendship.

Until...

"I could just kill you." Momo hissed as they stood outside The Fire Pit, Todoroki's family owned night club.

"Okay but listen, he's not even going to be here! You know he absolutely hated working here. Plus, theres a bad ass new band that's playing tonight and I just know you're gonna love them!"

Momo turned to leave, but felt Ochako's hand on her elbow. "Trust me Momo, I wouldn't bring you here if I knew he was going to be here."

Momo turned to stare at her friend. She noticed for the first time this evening that she had carefully and painstakingly done her makeup. Bright red circles were appearing on Ochako's cheeks and Momo narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?" Ochako stammered.

"Who is he?"

Ochako shuffled a sneaker across the concrete and huffed. "Fine! If you must know, his name is Midoriya Izuku, but his stage name is Deku and he invited me. He's a drummer in the band. We've been messaging each other for weeks and I really want to see him so please, please, just come inside for me?"

Momo rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. "Fine! But if I see Todoroki, I'm leaving."

Ochako hugged Momo tightly placed several quick kisses on her cheek. "Thank you, thank you!"

The bouncer waved Momo and Ochako through the line. Momo scanned the room quickly and breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that Ochako was right; Todoroki wasn't here. Ochako tugged on her hand and Momo allowed herself to be pulled to near the front of the stage.

Ochako leaned over and shouted near Momo's ear, "I'm going to go get us drinks. Save me a spot, yeah?"

Momo nodded and watched her tiny friend disappear into the crowd.

Feedback from the microphone drew her attention back to the stage and she noticed a red, spikey haired shirtless man holding a bass guitar tapping on the microphone. " 'Sup Fire Pit. My name is Kirishima and we're the Claws. You guys ready to get shit started?"

The crowd responded excitedly and Momo was surprised at the response. She hadn't heard of this band before, but they seemed well known. She felt Ochako back at her side and took the drink that her friend pressed into her hand.

"I said, are you guys ready to get shit started?!"

Ochako yelled out a loud "woo" and threw her free hand in the air. Momo laughed, enjoying seeing her small reserved friend open up.

The lights dimmed and a steady thrum of the bass started up. Soon, the drums came in and Momo spied Ochako jumping up and down to the beat. The music wasn't bad. Momo tapped her foot to the rhythm.

The crowd really went crazy when an electric guitar came in and a crystal clear voice sang out,

"As time passes

The feelings fade

But the scars you left

Still remain.

Don't know what I did

To deserve this pain

But fuck your excuses

Just the same"

The lights flooded the stage and the lead singer continued to sing. She came close to the microphone and sang about love and loss. She jumped around the stage, not once missing a note. She wore black combat boots, ripped mesh leggings, and dark denim shorts. Her top was black and had three long rips going across the chest to reveal a blood red bra. She wore heavy black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. Her dark purple hair was cut short in a buzz cut, with the top long, hanging over her left eye.

Momo felt glued to the floor. The sound slowly faded, as did every person in the room. Momo could only concentrate on the singer. The way her eyes lit up when she interacted with her bandmates and how she strummed her guitar with passion. Momo felt her heart racing in her chest as she stared up at the beautiful woman.

"Thank you Fire Pit! I'm Jirou, and we're Claw! We'll be back shortly!"

Momo whispered her name softly like a prayer. Jirou.

"What'd ya think Momo? Momo?"

She felt Ochako nudge her gently and shook her head. "Uh, I really liked their song. They're good."

Ochako was staring up at her friend with a puzzled expression. "Are you feeling okay Momo? You didn't see Todoroki did you?" Ochako looked wildly around the club.

"No. No, I'm just, I'm fine."

"Okay, I think Deku just text me." Ochako pulled out her phone and shrieked. "He wants us to come back stage! Let's go!"

Before Momo could protest, Ochako was dragging her backstage. Momo felt her heart rise into her throat and swallowed nervously. She hadn't felt this way in a while and to be honest, she was slightly uncomfortable.

"Ochako! You came!" A green haired man yelled, jarring Momo out of her thoughts.

Ochako looked up at Momo for reassurance and Momo nodded slightly, signaling for her friend to go.

Ochako ran up to Deku and hugged him. Momo heard them exchanging pleasantries and hung back awkwardly.

"Hi!" The same crystal clear voice said cheerfully.

Momo instantly blushed and looked at Jirou. "Hello, your music is really nice."

"Thanks! I'm glad you like it. How do you know Deku?"

"My friend Ochako is talking to him."

"Oh! That's Ochako! She's really cute!"

Momo nodded nervously. She was getting ready to introduce herself when the red haired man, Kirishima, came up behind Jirou and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Jirou giggled softly and leaned her head back on his shoulder. Momo watched as Kirishima placed quick kisses on Jirou's forehead and nose.

Oh. She should have known.

"Excuse me," Momo mumbled as she stepped past Jirou to find Ochako.

Ochako and Deku were speaking in hushed tones. A stage manager came up to Deku and tapped his watch. "Get situated. You're back on in 2."

Deku quickly kissed Ochako's cheek and Momo smiled as her she saw the blush settle in on her friends cheeks.

"Oi, love birds! Break that shit up and get back on stage." The stage manager yelled at Kirishima and Jirou.

"Bakugou, you know it's not like that! We're just.."

"Shitty Hair, I dont give a fuck what you two are doing. Just get your ass on stage and get it there quickly."

Momo attempted to move out of the angry stage managers way, but he crashed into her. "Move princess" he growled at her.

Momo side stepped the stage manager and watched as Jirou squeezed Kirishima's hand before stepping out on stage.

Momo and Ochako watched the rest of the show behind the stage. Momo tried to push away her feelings of loneliness and just enjoy the show. By the end of the set, her spirits were lifted and she was searching for the band's Sound Cloud.

Momo stood outside in the cold waiting for Ochako to say goodbye to Deku when Jirou joined her.

"Momo, right?"

Momo was surprised that Jirou knew her name.

"Yeah, Ochako told Deku about you. I really hope tonight lifted your spirits. Break ups are the absolute worst."

Momo blushed, embarrassed by her friend spreading the news about her break-up. "Yeah, I dated Todoroki for..."

Jirou cut her off. "You dated Todoroki? How in the hell did he swing that?"

Momo felt her flush deepen and quickly looked at the ground.

"I mean he's not a bad looking dude, he's just.."

"Awkward."

"Yes!" Jirou laughed. "Anyways Momo, thanks for coming out. I hope you feel better soon. Hey! If you ever wanna hang out and talk about heartache, find me on Instagram. I'm always down for a little guy bashing." Jirou winked and took off towards the van. "See ya Momo!"

How in the world was she going to find her on Instagram?

Ochako came up next to Momo and intertwined their fingers. "You know you can find her through Deku's page if you want to.." she let her sentence trail off.

"Maybe."

Ochako smiled up at her friend as they left the club hand in hand.

---

That night, Momo found Jirou's page almost instantly from searching on Deku's page. She scrolled through the photos and saw several of her and Kirishima holding hands and doing cute couple stuff. She accidentally liked a picture of the two of them kissing and started panicking. She was deep into Jirou's instagram by at least 38 weeks.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" She put her phone down and attempted to soothe herself with the thoughts of Jirou not noticing due to her crazy follower count. She felt her phone buzz on the pillow and saw that she had a direct message from..

JaggedlilJirou: Accidental like huh? lol

MomoCreates: Ugh.. weird? I'm sorry.

JaggedlilJirou: Shit happens. I'm glad you found me! Sorry to hear about you and Todoroki.

MomoCreates: Its.. I was going to say it's okay, but it sucks. I'll be fine eventually.

JaggedlilJirou: I hope so. G2G, Kirishima and the boys need me. TTYL?

MomoCreates: TTYL

Momo placed her phone on the night stand and settle down into her covers. It did still hurt. She was in love with Todoroki and had been since high school. They were together for 3 years before he ended things: "Its not working. Good luck."

No cause, no response to texts, emails or phone calls. Despite the feelings she had tonight, Momo's heart was still shattered. She curled up into a ball and allowed the hot tears to flow freely and lull her to sleep.

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This was inspired by fan artwork ((that I can no longer seem to find)) of Momo falling in love with a singing Jirou. If you can find the picture, please let me know! I would love to let the artist know I'm inspired by their work.

#momo yaoyozoru #jiroumomo #bnha fanfiction #bnha momo #todoroki is an ass #bnha ochako #bnha kirishima #bnha bakugou

[shawnstoriesx]

Bear Pt 1

hello! this is my first time writing so I hope you enjoy it ! any feedback would be appreciated!

I also rlly like angst so this is a lil angsty lol

YN parked her car and started on the short walk to her shared apartment. It was late in the evening on Friday, YN choosing to stay behind at the university library to finish up her notes and start on an essay instead of going straight home. It was only Week 2 of the her 2nd year and she was already being bombarded with assignments. All she wanted to do was recuperate over the weekend, take a much deserved nap nap, spend the Friday night in watching Netflix.

However, as soon as she pushed the door to her apartment in, YN was met with loud music and the sight of her roommate and 3 other girls she didn’t recognize running around the room, putting on makeup and pregaming. They were dressed for a night out in shorts and tank tops and were already in the mood, dancing along to the music Upon hearing the door open, Alexa turned around and gave YN a warm grin before pulling her towards the small group of girls, urging her to dance with them.

“Go out with us YN! You deserve a night out!” Alexa yelled as she pretended to grind up on YN.

YN chuckled before giving her friend a playful shove. “Nah I’m drained I’d rather spend the night in. You guys have fun though” YN responded.

After a couple more minutes of Alexa unsuccessfully trying to convince YN to come, Alexa and the other girls left while YN was sitting on the couch, trying to decide what movie to watch.

YN and Alexa had just met this year after YN responded to Alexa’s post about needing a roommate to split the apartment rent with. They had different personalities and interests but were still able to get along fine, instantly clicking with each other when they first met up to decide whether or not they were a good match. YN was definitely more reserved and introverted while Alexa was very outgoing and loved surrounding herself with people. Everywhere Alexa went, she always had a group of people following her. They seemingly worshipped Alexa and why shouldn’t they? YN’s roommate was kind, funny, inviting, and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Alexa was a natural beauty. She really was the total package and YN was grateful that she was able to find such a great roommate.

After finally finding a movie and reheating last nights dinner, YN made herself comfortable on the couch. Just as the movie was starting, she heard a ding from her phone. It was a text from Shawn, her childhood best friend.

“Going to the club tonight w some friends. Wanna come? I’ll pick u up”

They’d been inseparable since middle school but with YN attending university and Shawn taking a gap year to travel before going to community college, they had seen less of each other. This didn’t affect the friendship at all though. They still talked regularly and were still the bestest of friends. YN just missed seeing his face but now that he was finally starting community college nearby, the two planned on seeing each other much more often.

Just as YN was about to respond no, Shawn sent another message.

“Hoping to find a girl tonight ;-) need my wingwoman”

YN’s heart dropped just a little bit. YN had always had a teeny tiny crush on Shawn. And why wouldn’t she? Shawn was handsome and kind and treated her like no other guy ever had. The crush she had was never serious though and she knew that she and Shawn were too good of friends to ever see each other in that way. Regardless, YN couldn’t help but get jealous whenever he talked about one of his previous girlfriends and every once in while imagined herself to be the person receiving all of Shawn’s affection. That couldn’t hurt right?

“no lol I don’t think me being there is gonna help you get a girl. I can’t work miracles” she responded. She could already imagine the laugh that Shawn probably let out after reading that text, deep and warm.

Shawn and her quickly caught up through text until he suddenly stopped responding mid conversation. That was odd. Even when he was busy or at a party, Shawn would always respond to her texts as soon as possible. Or at least with just a “ttyl”

“His phone probably died” YN thought and she resumed her movie.

As she was getting ready to go to bed early, another notification popped up on her phone. Thinking it was Shawn, YN rushed to her bedside where her phone was charging.

“Oh” YN couldnt help but let out a disappointed sigh. It was just a text from her roommate.

“Bringing home a guy I met at the club. Text me if u have a problem w that”

“Great...” YN thought. She was a little uncomfortable with it but it wasn’t that big of a problem, at least Alexa asked her beforehand.

“Yea no problemo. keep it down tho ;-)” she quickly typed before falling into her bed and was fast asleep within 10 min.

The next morning, YN woke up refreshed and alert. Wanting to make use of this energy, YN quickly brushed her teeth and changed into her workout clothes, a gym tank and some running shorts. YN hadn’t worked out much before (okay she didn’t work out at all outside of PE) but freshmen 15 really did a number on her and since then, YN has made an effort to exercise more often. She speed walked out of her room and to the kitchen to grab a banana and her keys, barely noticing the person standing in the kitchen until she heard her name.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called out.

She looked up to see the confused face of her best friend, Shawn Mendes. standing in her kitchen. in nothing but boxers. with hickeys all over his neck.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” YN shouted, confusion and bewilderment obvious in her voice.

“Uh well...” Shawn started sheepishly, a blush creeping up in his cheeks, before he was cut off by Alexa opening the door with a box of bagels in her hand.

Suddenly, everything was making sense to YN. Alexa came home with Shawn last night. Her Shawn. And they had sex with her sleeping peacefully in the next room. To say YN was completely and utterly shocked was an understatement.

It’s been a couple weeks since that morning and Shawn was a common sight now in the apartment. But he wasn’t there to hang out with YN. He was there for Alexa. They started seeing each other after that night and although it wasn’t official, it seemed that Shawn only had time for her, not for his best his best friend of 8 years. First it was cancelled hangouts. Then he just stopped responding to her texts. And now, they were lucky to even exchange anything beyond a quick greeting whenever YN came home after a late night studying to see Shawn and Alexa curled on the couch together.

“You wanna grab some boba really quick YN?” Shawn asked. Shawn and Alexa were headed to the movies later tonight but Alexa got caught up at work and was going to be an hour late and he was already at the apartment.

“Nah I’m busy” YN said begrudgingly. And she really was. She had to catch up on her readings but she also really didn’t feel like talking to Shawn right now after he had so easily forgotten about her after meeting Alexa.

“You’re always too busy now, we never hang anymore” Shawn whined, walking behind her and wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

O so now he has time for YN now that Alexa isn’t here.

“I’m not the one who’s been cancelling our hangouts to spend time with his girlfriend” YN retorted, her voice tight as she tried to focus on the textbook in front of her. She felt Shawn shift his body and could tell that he was trying to get a read on her face.

“Hey...that was mean. And that’s not true, you cancel because you’re busy with your classes too you know” Shawn replied. A frown was obvious on his face as he tried to figure out why YN’s mood changed so quickly.

Believing it to be a result of stress from her workload, Shawn grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of her chair, enveloping her in a big hug. YN tried to fight her way out but it was no use. He was too strong, his broad arms wrapping around her frame completely. The smell of his cologne relaxed her and she gave in, resting her head in the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I miss you, YN. Please come with me” he whispered sincerely, lips ghosting over her ear. I mean, when he asked like that, how could she ever say no. A slight blush bloomed on her cheeks as she slowly nodded her head, eyes not meeting his.

YN quickly found a table in the crowded boba shop while Shawn ordered and paid for their drinks at the counter. Within a few minutes, Shawn was seated across from her. Taking a sip from their drinks, an awkward silence loomed over them.

Eager to break free of the silence, YN spoke first, hoping that her tone masked how sad she was that YN and Shawn were no longer talking as easily as they had before. “So how are you and Alexa?”

At the sound of Alexa’s name, Shawn instantly piped up, a smile growing across his face. “She’s absolutely amazing YN. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me about her before.”

He went on and on about how great Alexa was and YN couldn’t help but feel sad. But she was happy for him and Alexa nonetheless. At least they were happy together, even though she was still alone.

“And I still can’t believe she��s just as into Harry Potter as we are. You and Alexa are like the same person.”

A confused look took over YN’s face. “Wait what?” YN cut in.

“O I was just talking about how similar you two are. You share all the same interests: Harry Potter, Hozier, hiking.”

That was definitely odd. When she and Alexa first met up, YN distinctly remembers that they didn’t share many interests at all. “Maybe Alexa picked up those interests along the way while trying to get to know YN. Alexa was sweet like that” YN thought.

“Are you okay YN” Shawn said. The concern in his voice bringing YN back to the present

“O yea sorry lost in thought.” YN chuckled.

“O okay then..”Shawn started. “I wanted to ask you a question.” His voice took on a serious tone. “How do you feel about me asking Alexa to be my girlfriend?”

YN choked on the pearls she was drinking. She and Shawn both shared a nervous chuckle.

“I’m asking because we’re best friends and it must be kinda weird for me to date your roommate and...”

“I’m fine. Why would it bother me. Happy for you two” YN quickly retorted, giving a shallow smile.

Shawn gave one of his goofy grins where his entire face seemed to be smiling. His eyes crinkled and his face just lit up and it made YN’s heart race.

She missed that smile but this time, Shawn wasn’t smiling because of her. He was probably thinking about Alexa. And that crushed YN. She didn’t know why. She had never been this jealous with Shawn’s girlfriends before. Maybe it’s because this time, YN personally knew the girl. Maybe it’s because this time, YN knew that it only took Shawn one night at the club to fall for Alexa while it’s been nearly 8 years with YN and he’s only ever seen her as a friend.

YN could feel the tears pooling at her eyes and she quickly tried to hide them by bringing the sleeve of her hoodie up. But Shawn was already staring deep into her eyes and noticed the tears right away.

“YN are you okay? Honey...”

Honey. That was his childhood nickname for her ever since they made far fetched plans in 3rd grade to live in the forest together. YN would be a gardener and collect honey for Shawn, her pet bear. She was his Honey and he was her Bear and they used to refer to each other with these nicknames whenever possible, mostly as a joke because of how domestic it made them feel. But upon hearing this nickname again, YN suddenly realized how it’s been a long time since she last heard him call her that. Ever since he met Alexa.

Her body turned cold and her face became stiff at the thought. She stopped tearing up but her eyes were still glossy. “Yea I’m fine. Just tired.” she sighed.

He stood up and cupped his large hands around her face, holding her face under the deep gaze of his chocolate brown eyes. “Cut the crap YN. What’s up? You’ve been distant and Alexa and I are worried about you.”

Avoiding his eyes, her gaze fell on the door of the shop just as Alexa came in, looking fresh and bright in a short dress. A stark contrast to YN’s hoodie and jeans combo with dried tears. Of course Shawn would fall for Alexa and not her. Alexa was perfect. Perfect personality. Perfect looks.

Alexa quickly spotted the two, with Shawn’s hands cupped around YN’s face. YN didn’t know if she was imagining it but she could’ve sworn that she saw Alexa’s eyebrows raise and a look of contempt or hate cross her face before it was quickly replaced by a perfect smile.

“I’m fine Shawn. Alexa’s here and I really should go.” YN responded dryly. She pushed away Shawn’s warm hands, cheeks instantly feeling cold from the loss of contact, and collected her things.

“Whatcha doing?” Alexa chirped after landing a quick kiss to Shawn.

“I was just about to leave. You two have fun.” YN said quickly, already walking away before she had completed the sentence.

YN could hear Shawn calling out to her and imagined that he was running up to her, about to pull her into one of his big bear hugs that never failed to lift her spirits. But that daydream was quickly cut short by Alexa’s whining that they were going to miss the movie. YN continued to walk back to her apartment, still hoping that Shawn would run up to her any minute to check on her and make sure she was alright. By the time she reached the door to her apartment, YN turned around. Just to check if Shawn was a little behind from her brisk pace. But the walkway was just empty.

YN was just alone.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes au #college!au #college!shawn #shawn mendes x yn #shawn mendes angst #angst #shawn mendes x reader #bestfriend!au #bestfriend!shawn

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Picture Perfect

Summary: Y/N has a Valentine’s Day surprise Bucky will never forget.

Word Count: 1,157

Characters: Bucky x Reader. OFC: Brayden Grant Barnes, Nat, Steve, and Wanda

Warning: None!

A/N: I’m feeling warm and fuzzy inside. So, my fics are teeth rotting fluff!

Feedback appreciated!

Bucky didn’t think much about holidays. His past haunted him to distraction. But, when he married Y/N, everything changed. Vibrant hues of yellow, blue, and green replaced black and gray days.

Brayden Grant Rogers, 5 years old, was Bucky’s clone. Hair, eyes, and chubby cheeks. Yep, a pint size James Buchanan Barnes.

Valentine’s Day meant a homemade card, breakfast in bed, and a hot, hot make out session AFTER Brayden goes to sleep!

This year though was different because Y/N is 8 weeks pregnant. Nat and Wanda were her Steve “Chatterbox” Rogers reminded everyone of an old refrigerator; can’t keep anything!

Nat concocted an extravagant way to tell Bucky of the impending birth of baby #2. Brayden would present his homemade card to daddy. Y/N decorated an empty room on the 8th floor. This would knock Bucky’s socks off.

VALENTINE’S DAY

Brayden left for school. Dragging himself into the kitchen, the smell of fresh brewed coffee greeted him. No pancakes, bacon, eggs, or biscuits. Just coffee.

Hearing footsteps, Y/N peeped over the sofa. “Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, slept like a log.” Bucky decided against confronting his wife about breakfast.

“Good, baby. Brayden’s at school. He was excited about today’s arts and crafts!!”

Grabbing an energy bar, Bucky trudged to the door. “M’gonna go. Stevie’s waiting for me in the gym.”

Still playing along, Y/N told Bucky to have a good training session.

Bucky turned back to Y/N, “Thanks Doll.”

Grabbing her phone from the table, Y/N phoned Nat. “Nattie, ‘Operation Picture Perfect’ is a go! James thought I’d forgotten Valentine’s Day.”

“Good. I’ll pick-up Brayden from school, while you get everything ready for tonight.”

“Thanks sweetie. You and Wanda are the best.”

“Yeah, we know. Ttyl.”

After an intense workout, Bucky went home, calling Y/N. “Hey Doll, I’m home.” Silence.

“Brayden, are ya here?”

Running down the hall yelling, “Stevie!!! Y/N and Brayden are missing!!!!” Reaching the common room, giggling erupted.

He followed the laughing. Steve, Nat, and Brayden were engaging in a rousing game of Mario Kart Deluxe.

“Hey Daddy. I’m not missing. I have something for you.”

Brayden jumped in Bucky’s lap. Pulling out a crumpled Valentine’s Day card. “Sorry it’s ugly daddy.” The word ‘happy’ had two backward ‘P’s,’ Valentine’s misspelled Valentime, a crooked cut heart colored outside the line, on pink construction paper.

“Nah buddy, it’s perfect!! Thank you so much. M’gonna hang it on the fridge right now!!”

“Okay daddy, I love you so much!”

Bucky returned the sentiment, “Love you too buddy.”

Still clueless, Bucky asked Wanda about Y/N. “Hey Wanda, have ya seen my beautiful wife?”

Wanda smirked, “Um, I haven’t seen her. Did you check your bedroom?”

Bucky shook his head ‘no.’ “I forgot. I’ll go look now. See ya later Brayden.”

“Bye daddy!!!” Brayden, Nat, and Steve continued playing Mario Kart.

Master Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes,

Your presence is requested tonight at 2000 hours to The Old Neighborhood Room 813.

Do you remember the first time we met? You and Steve were jogging in Central Park. I walked into you, dropping my coffee. You told me, “A dame ain’t ‘spose to walk and talk on a cell phone!” 

My answer to you, “Big, sweaty oafs should watch where they’re going!” You offered to replace the coffee and I told you to go to hell!! 

We ran into each other, literally, a week later. This time, you dropped your hot dog.  I called you a clumsy jerk! That was the first time I knew you were my forever love.

Here we are 9 years later, two crazy kids still in love. When you  found out I was pregnant with Brayden, your solemn promise was “I’ll never go back in the field. You and Brayden are my life and I refuse to do anything to mess that up.”

And speaking of Brayden. He’s so much like you. The way you guys sit with your feet on the coffee table reading. Well you have your feet on the table; his legs aren’t long enough! That little boy loves you to the moon and beyond.

So, I wanted you to know James Buchanan Barnes, this stubborn woman is yours for all eternity. I’m yours in life, health, love, tears till the end of my life and beyond.

Your best girl,

Y/N Y/M/N Barnes

P.S. I GOTCHA!!!!! Your outfit is in the closet. See you soon!

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK, 1942

Opening the door of Room 813,  Bucky was blown away!. On each wall was a blown up picture of his old neighborhood.

He touched the walls, fondly thinking of times gone by. One wall sported Ebbits Field. “Me and Stevie would sneak in and watch a game. Didn’t have much money back then.”

“How did’ya do all of this?” Bucky still couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Steve and Tony found pictures online and worked their magic.”

Keeping with the 1940’s theme,  Y/N wore a navy blue sailor dress, white hat and red shoes. “Wow, you’re the prettiest dame I ever laid eyes on. Are ya seeing anyone?”

“Not at the moment. Did you have something in mind, soldier?”

“Yeah, how ‘bout we grab a hot dog and Coke?

“Sure, I know just the place. C’mon.”

Near “Downtown Brooklyn” was an old hot dog stand and soda stand. “May I fix ya a dog ma’am?”

“Why thank you sir. I’ll have chili, mustard and ketchup.” Bucky assisted Y/N with her food, preparing 3 hot dogs for himself.

Clearing her throat,  Y/N placed a foil wrapped red/pink/white embroidered card on the table.

As if it were glass, Bucky slowly opened the card: a picture fell to the floor. Bucky leaned over picking it up by the corner. There, in black and white, an ultrasound image of baby Barnes #2.

Bucky rubbed his callous finger over the front, unable to form an audible sentence.

Whispering, “I-is this real? How far along are ya?”

“Yes my love. I’m 10 weeks.”

“M’gonna be a daddy again?”

Sitting on his lap, Bucky broke down. Y/N tilted his head up so she could look him in the eyes, “James, you deserve all the happiness life can give. I love you.”

“Ya know. Our hot dogs are getting cold.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, I don’t care.”

Desi Arnaz’s “We’re Having A Baby” blared from the speakers. Extending her hand, Y/N faced Bucky. “May I have this dance?”

Waltzing around ‘Brooklyn’, Y/N and Bucky laughed, dined on hot dogs, cola, chocolate chip cookies, making plans for the future. 

Yes, this Valentine’s Day was picture perfect.

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#bucky x reader #bucky imagine #fluffy goodness #mcu #my little fics #repost #can't trust my own queue #starting over is hard

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Picture Perfect Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N has a Valentine’s Day surprise Bucky will never forget.

Word Count: 1,135

Characters: Bucky x Reader OFC: Brayden Grant Barnes, Nat, Steve, and Wanda

Warning: None!

A/N: Bucky ALWAYS deserves happiness. Hope you like it. Feedback is welcome!

Bucky didn’t think much about holidays. His past haunted him to distraction. So, when he married Y/N, everything changed. Vibrant hues of yellow, blue, and green replaced black and gray days.

Brayden Grant Barnes, 5 years old, was Bucky’s clone. Hair, eyes, and chubby cheeks. Yep, a pint size James Buchanan Barnes.

Valentine’s Day meant a homemade card, breakfast in bed, and a hot, hot make out session AFTER Brayden goes to sleep!

This year though was different because Y/N is 8 weeks pregnant. Nat and Wanda were her “partners in crime.” They especially kept it from “Chatterbox Rogers.” Steve reminded everyone of an old refrigerator; can’t keep anything!

Nat concocted an extravagant way to tell Bucky of the impending birth of baby #2. Brayden would present his homemade card to daddy. Y/N decorated an empty room on the 8th floor. This would knock Bucky’s socks off.

VALENTINE’S DAY

Brayden left for school. Bucky dragged himself into the kitchen. No pancakes, bacon, eggs, or biscuits; simply fresh brewed coffee.

Hearing footsteps, Y/N peeped over the sofa. “Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, slept like a log.” Bucky decided against confronting his wife about breakfast.

“Good baby. Brayden’s at school. He was excited about today’s arts and crafts!!”

Grabbing an energy bar, Bucky trudged to the door. “M’gonna go. Stevie’s waiting for me in the gym.”

Still playing along, Y/N told Bucky to have a good training session.

Bucky turned back to Y/N, “Thanks Doll.”

Grabbing her phone from the table, Y/N phoned Nat. “Nattie, ‘Operation Picture Perfect’ is a go! James thought I’d forgotten  Valentine’s Day.”

“Good. I’ll pick-up Brayden from school, while you get everything ready for tonight.”

“Thanks sweetie. You and Wanda are the best.”

“Yeah, we know. Ttyl.”

After an intense workout, Bucky went home, calling Y/N. “Hey Doll, I’m home.” Silence! “Brayden are ya here?”

Running down the hall yelling, “Stevie!!! Y/N and Brayden are missing!!!!” Reaching the common room, giggling erupted.

He followed the laughing. Steve, Nat, and Brayden were engaging in a rousing game of Mario Kart Deluxe. “Hey Daddy. I’m not missing. I have something for you.”

Brayden jumped in Bucky’s lap. Pulling out a crumpled Valentine’s Day card. “Sorry it’s ugly daddy.” The word ‘happy’ had two backward ‘P’s,’ Valentine’s misspelled Valentime, a crooked cut heart colored outside the line, on pink construction paper.

“Nah buddy, it’s perfect!! Thank you so much.. M’gonna hang it on the fridge right now!!”

“Okay daddy, I love you so much!”

Bucky returned the sentiment, “Love you too buddy.”

Still clueless, Bucky asked Wanda about Y/N. “Hey Wanda, have ya seen my beautiful wife?”

Wanda smirked, “Um, I haven’t seen her. Did you check your bedroom?”

Bucky nodded ‘no.’ “I forgot. I’ll go look now. See ya later Brayden.”

“Bye daddy!!!” Brayden, Nat, and Steve continued playing Mario Kart.

Opening the bedroom door, Bucky noticed an invitation written in Y/N’s pristene handwriting.

      💗 💖       💗 💖         💗 💖     💗 💖       💗 💖       💗 💖

                       Master Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes,

Your presence is requested tonight at 2000 hours in Room 813! 

Dress code: SNAZZY!!!

Do you remember the first time we met? You and Steve were jogging in Central Park; I walked into you, dropping my coffee. You told me, “A dame ain’t ‘spose to walk and talk on a cell phone!” My answer to you, “Big, sweaty oafs should watch where they’re going!” You offered to replace the coffee and I told you to go to hell!! We ran into each other, literally, a week later. This time, you dropped your hot dog.  I called you a clumsy jerk! That was the first time I knew you were my forever love.

Here we are 9 years later, two crazy kids still in love. When you found out I was pregnant with Brayden, your solemn promise was “I’ll never go back in the field. You and Brayden are my life and I refuse to do anything to mess that up.”

And speaking of Brayden. He’s so much like you. The way you guys sit with your feet on the coffee table reading. Well you have your feet on the table; his legs aren’t long enough! That little boy loves you to the moon and beyond.

So, I wanted you to know, this stubborn woman is yours for all eternity, in life, health, love, tears till the end of my life and beyond.

Your best girl,

Y/N Y/M/N Barnes

P.S. I GOTCHA!!!!! See you soon!

💗 💖 💗 💖 💗 💖 💗 💖 💗 💖

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK, 1942

Opening the door of Room 813,  Bucky was blown away!. On each wall was a blown up picture of his old neighborhood.

He touched the walls, fondly thinking of times gone by. One wall sported Ebbits Field. “Me and Stevie would sneak in and watch a game. Didn’t have much money back then.”

“How did’ya do all of this?” Bucky still couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Steve and Tony found pictures online and worked their magic.”

Keeping with the 1940’s theme,  Y/N wore a navy blue sailor dress, white hat and red shoes. “Wow, you’re the prettiest dame I ever laid eyes on. Are ya seeing anyone?”

“Not at the moment. Did you have something in mind, soldier?”

“Yeah, how ‘bout we grab a hot dog and Coke?

“Sure, I know just the place. C’mon.”

Near “Downtown Brooklyn” was an old hot dog stand and soda stand. “May I fix ya a dog ma’am?”

“Why thank you sir. I’ll have chili, mustard and ketchup.” Bucky assisted Y/N with her food, preparing 3 hot dogs for himself.

Clearing her throat,  Y/N placed a foil wrapped red/pink/white embroidered card on the table.

As if it were glass, Bucky slowly opened the card: a picture fell to the floor. Bucky leaned over picking it up by the corner. There, in black and white, an ultrasound image of baby Barnes #2.

Bucky rubbed his callous finger over the front, unable to form an audible sentence.

Whispering, “I-is this real? How far along are ya?”

“Yes my love. I’m 8 weeks.”

“M’gonna be a daddy again?”

Sitting on his lap, Bucky broke down. Y/N tilted his head up so she could look him in the eyes, “James, you deserve all the happiness life can give. I love you.”

  “Ya know. Our hot dogs are getting cold.” “James Buchanan Barnes, I don’t care.”

Desi Arnaz’s“We’re Having A Baby” blared from the speakers. Extending her hand, Y/N faced Bucky. “May I have this dance?”

Waltzing around ‘Brooklyn’, Y/N and Bucky laughed, dined on hot dogs, cola, chocolate chip cookies, making plans for the future. Yes, this Valentine’s Day was picture perfect.

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#bucky x reader #brayden grant barnes #valentine's day 2018 #love ain't dead #bucky imagine #nat #wanda #steve #baby barnes 2

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Textual Contact

chapter 3 × feat. Michelangelo

Y: hey ^>^

R: sup shortstack

Y: nm tallstack

R: thats horrible..

Y: wut?

R: tall stack? Really? Whered u learn that. School for the uncreative

Y: hey!

R: hey 😄

Y: 😒

R: so whats up?

Y: nm honestly. Im in gym.

R: And?

Y: its boring. U run around inside a room with smelly boys and snotty girls

R: its good for you

Y: shaddup

R: lol

Y: wbu?

R: im chillin. My second work out starts in 10 minutes.

Workout schedule: 6am-10am-3:00pm-7:30pm

Y: and where does training come into play?

R: whenever dad schedules it

Y: oooooh tell me about ur dad. Plz.?

R: uugh ur soooo wantttyyyyy

Y: yes..yes i am

R: lol well hes old, we were all orphans and he took us under his wing. Hes really been there for all of us. Even if we arent blood related.

Y: wow. Didnt see that coming. At all.

R: XD

Y: thats really sweet of him. So like what? U guys lived on the streets. Or orphanage's?

R: well we were just babies at the time so I dont remember

Y: oh alright

R: wbu. I dont know anything about you and im just spilling my guts

Y: ewwww!!

R: what

Y: thats so graphic! Omg the imagining in my head right now. -barfs- 😷😦

R: Lol so?? Tell me.

Y: well i live in bronx and Ivd been here for the last 8 years. I moved when i was just a girl. Life has been alright. I could do without the cat calling from guys. Its pathetic. I dabble in art sometimes. Only when im in the mood. I go to school (duh). I; just like any girl love to cook and bake. I just got into yoga.

R: nice. So what can u bake me?

Y: bake u? Like.. for u?

R: yeah

Y: practically anything. But i wanna see this ✌family✌ first.

R: quotes? really? Make me sound like a liar. Whats wrong wit' chu.

Y: well mmeehhhhh to u too grumpy

R: pfft 😝😝

Y: hey i gotta go. Gym teacher is walking my way.

R: mk

~3 hours later~

M: hheey gurrrlll

Y: lol nm. Wbu raphie kins

M:..are u raphs secret girlfriend or something. Cause only i call raph stuff like that.

Y: 😐 who is dis? Isnt this raphs account.

M: yeah im that kind of brother. So what's ur name sweetcheeks??

Y: y/n

M: ooh Mikey Likey.

Y: mikey? That's ur name

M: well my name is much longer so ppl call me mikey.

Y: oooohh. OH u must have a renaissance name too!

M: bingo

Y: whats ur whole name

M: eehhhh idk if i wanna tell you. Ur kiinndaaa short.

Y:....wut

M: ur kinda short

Y: well ur kinda weird

M: why thank you (Casinova voice)

Y: 😳

M: so tell me. How did u meet leo and then raph?

Y: leo texted me first by Accident thinking i was someone named april. Then leo used raphs phone which led me to talking to raph.

M: makes sense. So u like to bake?? I love baking! Im trying to make my own dish but i cant seem to get any right.

Y: oooh~ whats ur dish?

M: well it tends to vary. I tried to make a carrot lasagna. Failed ✖ Marble pancakes. Something went wrong there. ✖ I tried making chocolate covered asparagus. Failed✖

Y: oo so ur going all out?

M: yea.

Y: maybe i could help. Maybe i could finally meet ur family.

M: oh~ um. I dont think dad would like that. He doesnt like new ppl.

Y: but everyone loves me 😃😃😗

M: lol that may be true (idk) but i shouldnt disobey.

Y: ur family is very different from others ive met. Its like ur hiding. U guys dont go to a public school. Ur home schooled. U cant share ur 'Training' with me.

M: ..well its complicated. But lets not talk about that.

Y: but i want tooooooo

M: nu

Y: yeash

M: nu nu

Y: fine.. what do u do for hobbiez??

M: well i love gaming. I read comics. I guess u could say knunchucks are my passion. I use them everyday. I love movie nights OH and pizza friday. Llovveeeee pizza. Im sometimes my older brother's assistant. He's a nerd. Hes all sciency and stoof. Oh and im a drummer

Y: knunchucks!  😵😵 Wow bro. ..just wow. Thats awesome! Thats a ninja weapon right?

M: yea. But i live by a non-assassin code.

Y: wait... Is ur guyses training.. is it ninjitsue????!😱😱

M: ...nu

Y: awe. I was all excited for nothing

M: lol

Y: so whatcha doin

M: texting u during training

Y: lol so u stole raphs phone?

M:😈😈

Y: lmao so whats going on during training?

M: raph and don are in one team while Im on the other team with lameanardo.

Y: lmao ppl dont like leo?

M: hes like Secondary dad

Y: really? I havent noticed. Like legit havent noticed. No sarcasm in this.

M: lol well if u really knew him. Youd understand.

M: i gotta go. Leo and splinter are on my butt about me on raphs phone.

Y: Lol figured raph would be more on u than the others.

M: lol tru. Ttyl

Y: kk

~since its after school and ur at home. U decided to go for a walk with earbuds.

You clicked ur earbuds into the headphone jack and grabbed a pop tart before u left ur parents apartment. You opened the door to fell a perfect autumn breeze in the cool air. You slipped on your light blue sweater with dark blue lining. Your (hair brushed out/hair in a pony tail.) You locked your door and started walking. You walked around for 40 minutes. Your elbow got caught on the wire of your headphones making them pop out of your ears. You Ughed as you tried putting them back in. You stopped when you heard a trashcan lid fall. You froze as you looked down the sunset shadowed alleyway. You narrowed your eyes adjusting your vision. You saw something trying to stand still but you saw it move just a little as it was breathing. Your eyes grew wider in fear. you continued walking but then turned around to look at the alley one more time to make sure u werent imagining it. You didnt see anything. You felt something touch your ankle. You screeched with a jump back as you looked down to see a taby cat. You exhaled as you then looked up to see it was getting dark. A "let me out im stuck in your pocket" notification tone went off. You looked down to see Leo texted you. you answered his text as you walked away from the alley. Up above on a fire escape crouched over in the alley was someone watching you answer the text with their green eyes. They narrowed as they watched you walk.

L: hey

Y: aye 😀

L: whatcha doin?

Y: just walking around ny wbu

L: same

Y: maybe ill bump into you 😎

L: doubt it XD we're looking down at our phones.

~you laughed out loud by an apartment Leo was ontop of. Leo looked over the edge to see a girl on her phone. As she texted

Y: lol so tru

L: so where are you anyways?   ~ leo heard a Let me out of your pocket notification from down below. He looked back down at the girl still standing there

Y: Im at est. N' broadway

L: ohh i see.

~ he heard the notification tone once again. He rose a brow at this point.

Y: wbu??

L: im no where near u ~leo lied considering thats exactly where he was~

Y: im getting hungry. Ooh i see s hotdog stand! Yaassss!!

L: lol

~leo saw the girl go and get a hotdog from Oscars dogs

His eyes widened realizing he practically met you at this point. "Dude is it time to go home yet??" Mikey whined "yea no kidding. Im tired." Donnie joined in as he held his shoulder in his grasp as he moved his arm in three huge circles. "yea; you guys can go. Im gonna stay behind." Leo told them. Raph just arrived to the roof after his run. "sorry. Someone almost saw me." Raph explained. "leo said we're done for the day." Raph looked over at leo looking over the edge. He walked over to his brother and looked down. "ooh-ho-ho your stalking a girrrllll." Raph pointed out as he stood tall and confidentiality. Leo stood up from "i am not! Im just seeing if this girl is who i think she is." Raph rose a brow with his arms crossed. Leo rolled his eyes "fine im kinda stalking her." "Why??" Mikey asked. "I think its the girl ive been talking to. Also raphs been talking to." "Also me." Mikey included himself. "how come i havent met her??" Don asked feeling left out. "well i stole raphs phone to talk to her." Mikey explained.

Y: okay got my weener! 😂

Leo looked down at his phone. "oh shes texting u right now??" mikey asked enthused. "Maybe.." leo answered without looking at mikey and his brothers as he texted you. "Ooohh let me see!" Mikey tried swiping it from leos hands to only let leo dodge. Don slipped it out of his fingers as he blocked leo with his bo staff twirling in front of leo blocking him. "sorry my brothers are distracting me." Don read aloud. "give it back!" Leo demanded as he tried grabbing it from his tall brother. Looking completely short compared to his little brother. Leo stopped As he huffed annoyed at his brother as he scrolled through the convo. Leo then Drew his sword and whacked his brother on the wrist with the handle. The phone dropped out of his grasp and leo swooped down with his hand and saved it.

Y: ??

L: sorry my brother took my phone away as a joke cause hes a Jackass.

Leo typed as he spoke aloud everyone what he was typing. "a jackass huh?" Don rose a brow as he crossed his arms "yes. Now im leaving to somewhere else. Where u cant bother me." "Dude. We know where u live. We can take the phone any time we want." Mikey informed him. Leo flaunting his phone as he said " i can hide my phone." He smirked and then jumped to the next building. he lost you. His brother's distracted him for too long.

Y: so whatcha doin?

L: just walking around still. Wbu

Y: oh just walking home. My stomach doesnt feel to Good. That hot dog didnt agree with me at all.

L: sue em'

Y: lol no ty. Idk why but i really wanna go to an art museum or something. Weirdest craving ever.

L: lmao well imma head home. Ttyl y/n 🤓

Y: 😊😎

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