#EVERYONE CLAP AND CHEER OR I BLOW THIS WHOLE PLACE SKY-HIGH

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Lucas Giolito discusses why he chose to come to Boston via Baseball Isn't Boring

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Worlds Number One Cabbie.

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okay going to sleep for real when i wake up its all about songbird baby it's songbird's special day everyone cheer and clap for him or i'll seriously blow this whole place sky high

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Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

[bokutosworld]

then and now | kuroo t.

pairing: kuroo tetsurō x f!reader word count: 1863 words, fluff! mutual pining!  warning: manga spoilers, with mention of kuroo’s timeskip occupation summary: always the bridesmaid, never the bride. you thought your time would never come until someone from your past comes along and brings up something you’ve long forgotten. OR where you and kuroo make a silly marriage pact and he shows up after years apart to make it come true.  

He chuckled, now comfortably holding your one hand and hiding it in his pocket to keep it warm. “Here I was wondering if you were waiting for me.

Because I was.” 

The church bell tolls, white doves are released, and joyful cheer and applause erupts from the crowd as the newlywed couple steps out from the cathedral. The now husband-and-wife gaze at each other full of love, and it is a sight guaranteed to make one envious and long for that same kind of affection. 

But to you, it’s a scene that you’ve seen so many times that it already feels like a short film played on repeat. For the past year, you’ve lost count of how many weddings you’ve attended – whether as a guest or part of the bride’s entourage – that you’ve acquainted yourself with the workings of the event. 

Heck, you’ve even memorized the readings of the priest that if they ever need a replacement, you can be the stand-in and officiate the program. 

However, this wedding was different. Your best friend of more than fifteen years is the one who walked down the aisle, and you’re more emotional than you expected you’d be. Earlier in the morning, she woke you up, feeling sentimental, and demanded a pep talk. It was laughable because, more than her, you thought it was you who needed that assurance as you sent off your childhood friend to a new journey in her life. 

The whole ordeal felt surreal and somehow, a tad more personal, because it wasn’t just any bride – this was the same girl you grew up with, the one you’ve seen in diapers, the one who held your hand in the playground, the person who you always ran to for boy troubles. Watching her exchange vows and rings felt like a coming to life of a scrapbook page, a long-awaited dream that you’ve talked about together in sleepovers where none of you really slept. 

It made you wonder if you will ever march down the same aisle towards the waiting arms of your beloved.  

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“What a wedding, huh?” 

The hotel reception was no different to the ceremony that took place prior. This time again, you wore the bride’s maid-in-honor hat and only after making sure that everything – that included the food, drinks, and entertainment – were in place did you take your place on the table and chatted with your old friends from high school. 

The conversation started off with comments on how grand, intimate, and special the ceremony was. They talked about how it was wedding season, counting just how many of their schoolmates have already been wed. And before you knew it, eyes were on you and you had an inkling of what would follow. 

“So,” Yoshioka, your former student council president, turned towards you. “You’re the only bachelorette left in our batch. We’re just curious.”

You laughed awkwardly, “No, please don’t expect a wedding invitation from me anytime soon. I’m still happily single.” The smile you wore felt strained, but whether the other girls recognized it or not, they chose to not comment further. 

“Besides, it’s a great source of joy for me just being able to see you guys get married.” Noticing that the lights have begun to dim and focused on the spot on the stage, you clapped your hands, “Now, let’s just enjoy Yukie’s wedding, alright! Look, they’re coming out.” 

As soon as the couple walked to the floor for their first dance, you heaved a sigh of relief and slumped in your cushioned chair. They moved gracefully as one across the dance floor, seemingly lost in their own world as they gazed deeply in each other’s eyes and swayed to the tune of the love song. 

You thought back to the conversation earlier and weirdly, you felt a pang inside. Truth is, in every wedding you’ve attended, you can’t help but feel wishful. You consider yourself successful in almost every aspect of your life but sometimes, it can feel dejecting when you return home to an empty apartment at the end of a tough workday. 

A part of you craved to make that little girl’s dream come true of wearing the wedding dress that you’ve designed, staying up all night for a bridal shower, and walking down the aisle to where your lover was waiting. 

When the couple’s first dance ended, the host entered the stage and the program officially began. You could only hope that hours would pass faster. 

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Two hours into the reception and you can already feel the shots kicking in your system. 

It wasn’t a really good idea downing five straight shots of tequila. At first, you thought it would quell your nerves, make you let loose and be the funnier version of yourself as you stepped to the podium to deliver your congratulatory speech to the couple. 

In retrospect, it looks like the drink did its job as you managed to emit laughter and emotional tears from the crowd as you reminisced on your relationship with the bride, recounting the story of how she fell deeply in love and decided that he was the one. 

But now, hunched in your seat with head on your hands, you were seemingly tipsy and all you could think about was escaping outside for some fresh air. 

So, you did. When the groom’s best man took the stage, you saw this as an opportunity to quietly slip to the balcony. 

Shutting the door behind you with a quiet thud, you eyed the empty balcony and sat towards the nearest bench. The surface was a bit cold as the city was now ushering the season of fall, signaling the arrival of long nights and chilly evenings. You shivered slightly and tucked your coat closer to your body as you stare at the darkness. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been outside until you heard the door open and in came a tall, attractive, and oddly familiar man. His face held a warm smile as you noticed that his gaze was directed towards you. 

“Long day?”   

And it was only until he stepped closer and stood in front of you, the moonlight illuminating his face and accentuating his features, that you realized who he was. 

“Tetsurō?!”   

When was the last time you saw the Kuroo Tetsurō? You racked your brain for your last encounter with him and your memories point to your high school graduation. All of a sudden, you felt small and your surroundings became hot as you stood in front of him. Your former childhood neighbor. Former best friend. Former crush. 

Not that he had any idea about that last item. 

“I thought I saw you earlier before the reception started,” he made himself comfortable on the bench, patting the space beside him to urge you to sit as well. “But it’s been so long since I last saw you so of course I thought I was hallucinating. Then you gave a speech on stage – which by the way, I thought was awesome, you’re still as witty as you were before – and my suspicions were confirmed.” 

You were breathless. Speechless. What were the odds that your reunion with him would be at a wedding? 

“Did Yukie send you the wedding invitation?”  

His laugh echoed in the darkness of the night, “Yeah, she did. It was nice to see familiar faces again.” He stared back at you, “I missed everyone.” I missed you, he wanted to say. 

You hummed in agreement and without realizing, the two of you engaged in a comfortable conversation with Kuroo leading just as he always did. Being charming just as he always was. Telling you stories from the part of the past that you didn’t know. Catching you up with his present where he now works in the sports promotion division of Japan Volleyball Association. 

A small part of you was relieved to know that Kuroo was doing well and successful just as you always hoped he would be. Years of no contact with the boy that stole your heart from day one certainly left you lonely. You wouldn’t say it out loud but he was part of the equation of why you still haven’t tied the knot. It was silly but you always thought that no one could measure up to him. 

Absentmindedly, you started fiddling with your fingers, a habit you’ve formed when you were feeling cold, and Kuroo noticed. And just as he always did back then, he enveloped your hands with his and brought them to his lips to blow warm air on them. 

“That better?” 

Your heart threatened to flutter, “Yeah, thanks.” 

After a long while of silence, Kuroo spoke. “I see there’s still no ring on your fourth finger.” He was now nonchalantly stroking your hands, letting his fingers slip in yours. 

You coughed nervously, averting your eyes from his deep ones. “Well, I haven’t really found anyone.” 

He chuckled, now comfortably holding your one hand and hiding it in his pocket to keep it warm. “Here I was wondering if you were waiting for me.

Because I was.” Oh no, be still my heart, you thought.

Kuroo went on, “Remember that silly pact we made on the night before graduation?” 

Your mind takes you back on that evening when you and Kuroo were sitting on the rooftop, away from the noisy crowds and drunk soon-to-be college students. This was your thing, enjoying the calmness and admiring the stars spread out in the night sky. 

That evening, you and Kuroo talked about the uncertain future that lied ahead. That evening, you bared your soul to him, letting him in on your worries and you fell apart in his comforting presence. He, as always, acted as your anchor, assuring you that he would always be your biggest supporter and that he’d always cheer on you even from afar. 

That evening, with the two of you drunk on the excitement and the many possibilities for the new chapter of life, he brought up a proposal.

“I have a crazy idea.” Kuroo linked his pinkie finger with yours. “If we’re still single and not yet married by the age of 35, I’ll find you and we’ll get married.”  

Swept away in the moment and the thrill of the idea, you agreed and sealed the proposal with a harmless kiss. 

“You still remember that?” You questioned, not expecting him to actually remember that silly pact. Not expecting him to be holding on to that agreement. 

“Sometimes, I wonder where we could be now if I just manned up and asked you out that night instead of pulling that act.” He holds your gaze, careful as he brings a hand to cup your cheek. “I’ve liked you for the longest time. And if you’re still available, if you’ll still have me, I am yours.” 

“But we’re not yet 35, Kuroo,” you teased. He chuckled and playfully shoved you before bringing you in an embrace. 

“I’ve decided years ago. You’re the only one for me,” he pulls away. “I’m sorry it took me a long time.” 

And that night, it wasn’t only your best friend that went home feeling the happiest girl in the world. 

Because there was Kuroo who was ready to make up for lost time and give you a reason to look forward to your trips back home.  

[crayonwriting]

Dad! This is so much fun!

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"Katsumi-chan, shall we go out?" Atsumu went to her room, leaning against the doorway. His daughter was busy playing with her toys when her father came. She flashed him one of her adorable smiles and agreed to a day out. *** It took Atsumu a while to get Hiroku dressed and  get him situated in the baby carrier. He made sure that the straps were perfect and the buckles, closed completely. Hiroku wiggled slightly, settling himself comfortably in the baby carrier and against his father's chest. Atsumu also brought with him a small backpack of things he thought they'd need for a day out. "Are ya good to go princess?" Atsumu asked. Katsumi nodded gripping the straps of her own backpack. He held her hand and led her out the door. Atsumu made sure to lock them. Meanwhile, Katsumi rushed down the short hallway towards the elevators. She stood by the buttons and waited for her dad. When Atsumu caught up to her, she gave her a smile and a nod to push the 'down' button. While they waited for the elevator, Atsumu asked her, "Where do ya want to go?" "I want to go horseback riding." She raised her arms high. "Horseback ridin', huh?" Atsumu pondered on the idea just as the elevator doors opened. He held his daughter's hand as they got on. He leaned on the back wall of the elevator, ruffling Hiroku's small tufts of hair. Katsumi jumped up excitedly. "Horseback riding!" She waved her arms up and down, mimicking riding a horse. While they waited to get to the lowest floor, the elevator stopped occasionally to let other passengers on. Katsumi would greet everyone that got on and off the elevator. Some would give her compliments or ask her questions. "She is a pretty girl." To which Atsumu responded with a blushing face and beaming smile. "You're pretty." An old lady greeted Katsumi. The little girl bowed politely and thanked her with a cute smile. "How old are you?" Katsumi raised her hand and opened her palm. Despite showing the old lady five fingers, she responded that she was only four years old. The small interaction made everyone in the elevator laugh. Even when they got off, Katsumi greeted everyone in the lobby which made the people smile. *** When Katsumi mentioned she had wanted to go horseback riding, Atsumu wanted to look up ranches near Osaka but he knows that it was close to impossible. While they were on the train, just as he was about to suggest a different activity, an idea struck him and he knew where to go. The amusement park. Katsumi was already bouncing with energy as she saw the huge ferris wheel in the distance. She pulled her father towards their destination but her small frame could only do so much. Atsumu purchased the tickets and, to Katsumi's relief, they finally got inside. "Katsumi, don't run too far. Wait for me." Atsumu did his best to comfort Hiroku in his arms who was getting a bit antsy because of the heat. Good thing he had brought a small towel with him to wipe at his sweat. He also bought a bottle of water from one of the snack kiosks in the park. Hiroku sipped on the cold drink gratefully. "Papa, come here!" "Where is it?" "Here! Come here!" Katsumi glanced behind her to check of her father was following her. When she saw that he was, she ran faster towards her destination. "Oh! A merry-go-round!" Atsumu feigned shock when he caught up to her. "Ya wanted to go horseback ridin', right? There ya go!" Katsumi squealed and bounced in delight. The operator helped Katsumi onto one of the colorful horses, securing the belt around her small frame. Her backpack, which she never parts with, was set down on the floor for the mean time. "Papa, sit over there!" She pointed to the horse in front of hers. Atsumu smiled apologetically at her. "I can't ride this with ya, Katsumi- chan. I need to look after Hiroku." He said, petting the baby's head. "But we'll be here, cheerin' for ya, okay?" Katsumi's smile returned and she nodded in understanding. Atsumu's heart swelled at his daughter's smile. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her cheek. "Do yer best princess!" Atsumu stepped out of the small merry-go-round but stayed near the railings. Just as the ride started, Katsumi cheered. Her father cheered along with her while raising Hiroku's arms in the air. She pressed her fingers to her lips and blew a kiss to her papa, making him swoon. After giving love to her father, she murmured an 'I love you', and leaned down to kiss the horse. That's just how Katsumi is. Always giving kisses to her mother, father, brother and even her toys. Everytime she passed her father and brother, she would wave and say 'hi.' Atsumu would smile for her and wave his hands---with Hiroku's. "Gosh, look at yer sister, Hiroku. She looks like she's in a drama." Atsumu murmured to the baby. Hiroku just babbled in agreement. Just as Katsumi passed them, Atsumu shouted, "Katsumi-chan! Do ya love me? "What Papa?" She shouted back at him. "Do ya like me?" Atsumu chuckled. "How much do ya like me, Katsumi?" Katsumi laughed loud. Sucking in a deep breath, she screamed, "I love you so much, Papa!" She dragged the last syllable until she made a full circle on the merry-go-round. Atsumu tried his best not to cry. *** "Do ya wanna ride that one?" Katsumi immediately nodded and ran towards it. It was a small version of the pirate ship ride that swings back and forth. Atsumu had ridden one of those before and he almost puked afterwards. He learned that he shouldn't go to those types of rides with a full stomach. "Sit with me there, Papa please?" Katsumi tugged at the hem of his shirt. Atsumu pat her head and smiled sympathetically. "I can't ride with ya there, Katsumi-chan. Hiroku is too small for this, so I have to carry him." Katsumi's smile dropped a little. "But I'll watch nearby okay?" The little girl was a bit hesistant to go by herself but with a little more encouraging from Atsumu, she finally sat down. She sat her backapck down beside her as the attendant strapped her in safely. She was instructed to hold on to the metal bar in front of her and to never let go. Atsumu, who was now carrying Hiroku in his arms, waved at his daughter. "Go Katsumi-chan! Yer so brave!" The ride started slow at first before gradually swinging faster and faster. The little girl's smile grew wider as well. She felt the wind rush past her hair and face and she feels like she's flying. She laughed out loud and let out a short scream of joy. "Is it scary?" Atsumu tried asking her, despite seeing the obvious smile on her face---a clear indication that she was enjoying herself. His daughter answered with a giggle and a shake of her head. Atsumu was relieved. He waved at her, blowing her a kiss just like she did earlier. The ride soon stopped and she stepped off. She was handed her bag which she thanked the attendant for. Atsumu approached her, beaming. He raised his palm up to her. The two clapped hands in a high five. "Good job, Katsumi! Ya did so well!" He brushed the hairs away from her face and kissed her forehead. The girl basked in her father's affection. Feeling energized, she hurriedly carried her bag towards her next destination. "Let's go there next?" She pointed upwards, towards the sky. Atsumu raised an eyebrow and looked up. He felt the blood drain from his face at the ride she was referring to. The ferris wheel. *** "I'm afraid of heights." Atsumu rushed out the confession. "I really don't like rides that much; especially the ones that are high." He scratched at his cheek in embarassment. "I remember my wife asked me to ride one with her when we were in Tokyo. Of course, I had to pretend I wasn't scared." He crossed his arms against his chest and smiled smugly. After just a few seconds, he laughed at himself. "She found out easily that I was faking it." *** Katsumi excitedly walked to the entrance of the ride, following the maze. Atsumu followed behind her, albeit a little slower. He held on to Hiroku firmly, who was back in his carrier, finding comfort in his small frame. He stopped just by the entrance. "Katsumi, I don't think I can ride this." He leaned on the railings for support. His knees were already shaking. He already noticed the pout on her daughter's face. He has been rejecting riding with her for almost the whole day and he hated that he had to do it again. "I'm really scared." Katsumi pouted at her dad and pointed at the passing pods of the ferris wheel. "Ya can go by yerself."  He ushered her. "I'll just wait here." Katsumi stared ar her father. Her eyebrows were close together and her lips were bent in a pout. She held onto her bag tightly as she thought of riding the ferris wheel by herself. It was bigger than the other ones she rode earlier and she's a little bit scared. Surely, her father's presence will help her calm down. Also, she was not taking no for an answer again. "No, Papa." She looked up at him with her best version of puppy dog eyes. If her father still rejects her, she will definitely cry---and Atsumu knew this too. He tried to avert his gaze but the moment he looked into her eyes, he knew he was a goner. Letting out a sigh, he stood on the platform beside her. He squatted down to her height, careful of Hiroku. Katsumi placed a hand on Atsumu's shoulder and rubbed it comfortingly. He smiled nervously at her. "I really am scared, Katsumi." "I'll be with you, papa." "Oh? Ya promise that?" Katsumi nodded and kissed her father on the cheek. Atsumu felt a short surge of bravery. *** They were all seated in one pod and as it slowly ascended, Atsumu's grip on the inner handrails tightened. Hiroku was happily gazing out the windows. Katsumi was walking around the small space, trying to see which side had a better view of the city. She started climbing one of the seats to look at the back window. "Katsumi, can ya please sit down? It's shaking." Atsumu held her arm firmly, keeping her in place as she stared at the scenery in front of her. She pointed to all the cars she sees passing by but Atsumu wasn't paying attention. He had made it his goal to keep the pod they were in as stable as possible. When she noticed a flock of birds through the window, she tried shouting to call their attention. "Hello! Birds! I'm here!" She started banging on the thick glass as if it could get the birds' attention. Atsumu quickly took hold of her fist in a panic. The way his eyes were wide was comical, not to mention his eyebrows that were curled in anxiousness and the beads of sweat pooling against his forehead. "No, no, no no no. Stop that. Ya can't punch that." Katsumi looked at her papa and she giggled loudly. "You're a scaredy-cat." "Oi, I am not!" Atsumu defended himself. This only made Katsumi laugh again as she pointed to her father. Hiroku, hearing the giggles of her sister, squealed happily as he flailed his arms and legs around. Katsumi tapped her father's forehead repeatedly while she repeated that he was a scaredy-cat. Atsumu just chuckled and tried to playfully bite her finger off. "I'm not a scaredy-cat. Yer the one who's scared." The tall man childishly let his tongue out. Just as he did that, the ride made a sudden stop, just as they were at the very top, making the pod shake a little. Atsumu flinched and closed his eyes. "Wait, wait. Wait Katsumi, don't move." He let out an exasperated laugh as Katsumi giggled. He just looked at her and made a pouting face. "I'm so dizzy, Katsumi." Katsumi leaned in and kissed her father's chin. "I will sing for you, Papa. So that you won't be scared." And just like that, she started singing the nursery rhyme you had taught her. "Mr. Soap smells nice. The smell of candy... the smell of flowers... Mama... mama's smell... Mr. Soap is Mama!  Bubbly, bubbly foam! Cute foam! Foaming, foaming Mama!" She raised her arms high with a cheer as she finished the song. She wedged herself beside Atsumu and hugged his arm. "Are you okay now, Papa?" "Yes, Katsumi-chan." He kissed the top of her hair. "I'm a little less scared now." *** They continued the rest of their day going on the less extreme rides, to Atsumu's relief. Soon enough, both kids were tuckered out and so, they all headed home after grabbing some dinner outside. When everyone was fed and full, Atsumu helped both children clean up---just Hiroku though because when Katsumi saw that her father was struggling with her brother, she did her best to clean herself. Atsumu held Hiroku in his arms while the baby nursed a bottle he had successfully prepared. He rocked the child softly while humming a tune to make him fall asleep. Meanwhile, in the living room, Katsumi was also doing the same to her toy doll. When Hiroku's eyelids started getting heavier, Atsumu climbed in to Hiroku's bed and lay him there. He lay on his side and patted Hiroku's body softly. The small child just stared at his father while he drank his milk. Atsumu tried brushing the baby's eyelids close to make him sleep. It took a few minutes before Hiroku finally succumbed to sleep. Atsumu sighed and carefully got out of the soft bed. He tiptoed across the room and made sure to close the door lightly, doing his best to be quiet. He then went to Katsumi's room to see her halfway into her house bed---she insisted on having a bed frame with walls and a small roof just like a tiny house---on the verge of passing out. "Oh, baby." He crouched down and picked her up carefully. Katsumi just blearily looked at her father before laying her head on his shoulder. "Are ya sleepy already, hm? We have to brush our teeth then I promise we'll go to sleep." She just nodded as she let herself be carried to the bathroom. Once there, she was surprisingly awake once more. Atsumu helped her brush her teeth and wash her face. He did those things simultaneously with her just like how you always do. He found it a little funny when he excessively splashed water on his face which Katsumi mimicked. All clean and ready for bed, he held her hand as they headed back to her room. "Say 'goodnight' to yer uncles." Atsumu motioned to the cameramen still in the tiny houses in their living room. "Goodnight." Katsumi whispered to the first one they passed by. She bowed respectfully and blew them a kiss. They went to the second one across the room. She bade the uncle a goodnight as well with a kiss. Atsumu gave her her own bottle of milk which Katsumi accepted as they got in her room. Atsumu knelt down to enter her house bed, carefully dragging Katsumi to the farthest side to make space for himself. She turned to her side to face her father. Putting Katsumi to sleep took longer than Hiroku. She always seemed to have an extra amount of energy despite being out and about the whole day. For a few minutes, she just babbled on to her father about all the rides she went on today as if he wasn't there. She described how the horse she rode kept telling her to have fun while they were going around. On the pirate ride, she mentioned seeing a pirate at the top of the ship. And lastly, on the ferris wheel, she told him about the birds she made friends with. Katsumi did not forget to tease Atsumu about being a scaredy cat earlier. Now, if it were Osamu who was teasing him,, he had already beaten him to a pulp. But this was his daughter, the love of his life,---besides you and Hiroku--his princess. "Yeah, I was scared. But ya protected me, Katsumi-chan." He pinched her nose, playfully. "You're my hero." The little girl beamed with her father's praise. She kissed his forehead, just like how he did to her. "I love you, Papa." "I love ya too, baby. Get some sleep." The two snuggled closer to each other while Atsumu patted her back softly to lull her to sleep. He would stop and poke her sides just for fun and she would jolt back awake with a laugh. This repeated for a couple of times before, finally, the princess was asleep. He kissed her nose before slowly getting out of the bed and out of her bedroom. *** "We just noticed. Why are they both sleeping in separate bedrooms.? "Oh, me and Y/N actually had a lot of arguments about that at first." He pursed his lips in thought. "Apparently, that's how it is overseas or somethin'. I was actually the one who suggested it. I mean, living with a twin fer years, it can be suffocatin' sometimes. And my wife read many books when we first had Katsumi and she said that babies sleep longer if they sleep in a separate bed." A smile broke out of his face and his lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "What can I say? My wife was right." *** Atsumu crashed into their couch,  letting out a loud sigh. He felt his muscles relax little by little, what with all the carrying he did. Their first day out almost felt like one of their coache's workout plans for the team. Come to think of it, he would never complain about his training ever again; not after today. He scratched at his head vigorously, feeling small tingles run throughout his whole body. He sighed once again and lay his head back on one of the pillows. "I should call her." He reached for his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants and dialed your number. He counted from one, two, and on three you picked up. This made Atsumu smile. You always answered his calls an the third ring. He didn't ask you why but the always found it endearing. "'Tsumu!" The sound of your voice made the aches and pains of his whole body melt away. He found himself grinning wide out of the blue. "Hey baby." He answered. "How are the kids?" "Just got them to fall asleep. Oh, and I'm fine too, if ya wanted to know." He teased and, even if he cant see you, he knows you just rolled your eyes. "I'm glad to know you survived, babe." You giggled. "So? Do you still wanna do this? Or will this just be a special episode?" Atsumu sighed and laughed softly. He stared at the ceiling whilst shaking his head. "I really don't know, haha." He suddenly went quiet when he a thought had passed his mind. Before he could stop himself, he was already talking. "Y/N," the seriousness in his tone caught your attention, "I finally realize all the stuff ya've been through. Watching the kids on yer own. It must've been hard for ya, and I'm sorry." "That's it?" You joked but when the line was still silent, you decided to comfort his invasive thoughts. "Atsumu, baby, you don't have to apologize. Your're living your dream and we love you for it. I'll never get tired of taking care of our children so don't you worry your pretty little head, m'kay?" "I miss ya. I really miss ya, right now." Even through the phone, Atsumu can still manage to make you blush. "I miss you too, 'Tsumu." "I love ya so much. Don't forget that." "Psh. How could I when you tell me everyday?" "..." "And, yes. I love you too, Atsumu. Only you." You smiled behind the phone. "Go get some rest, okay?" "I will. Goodnight babe." "Goodnight. Mmwah!" You made a kissing sound, sending all your love to your husband. 

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tags: @plump-peach​

A/N: OKAY. I know I promised this on the 6th but I'm...in a bad place right now. Well, my head is. But here y'all go! Gotta admit though this isn't one of my bests but I feel like I did an okay job. *pats self on back*

04.09.21

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stars in our eyes | h.s

A/N: Hiya everyone! This is my entry for @helladirections​ Summer Fic Challenge! I picked Baseball Harry and Stargazing and originally I had a different idea ( I might bring that idea back in another part) but this was a good way to start of the story between these two. I adore them and I know this isn’t a whole lot, but I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to Elysa for hosting this amazing challenge. I really enjoyed taking part in it and I can’t wait to read all of the other works posted by my fellow writers! Here is a link to the masterlist for anyone who wants to take a look at the other pieces posted for the Summer Fic Challenge. 

Word Count 3.3k+

Warnings: None yet!

September 2015  Monday; 6:00 PM 

Your first day of University wasn’t at all what you expected. 

It felt just like your first day of high school with a few extra challenges sprinkled in, such as time management and struggling to find out what buildings you were meant to be in for class. The only person you had become friends with was your roommate, and she was just as awkward about meeting new people as you were. You both sat alone in the dining hall during breakfast before awkwardly waving to each other and parting ways. 

She was studying Biochemistry, and you were studying Journalism with a Minor in Broadcasting, which meant you had no classes together. It was a little scarier during the first hour, you’ll admit, but after sitting through a two-hour orientation from your intro to a creative writing class, you were just over it. At the end of your first day, you found yourself in the last place you ever expected to be on campus. 

The baseball field. 

Your Father was tucked away in the complex under the stadium, planning out his first practice that was scheduled for tomorrow. When you showed up with slumped shoulders and tired eyes, he merely handed you a bucket of baseballs and a bat before sending you out on the field. There was already a tee set up, and you suspected that your Father had spent quite a bit of time out here earlier to relive some of his stress. This was his first year coaching at UCLA, and he was extremely nervous about the number of eyes watching him this year. He wasn’t coaching high school ball anymore. College baseball was on a much bigger scale, which meant he had more to lose. 

You tried not to think about it as you set the ball on the tee, digging your beat-up sneakers into the sand before taking a deep breath. Baseball was in your blood. You spent more time on the field than you did in school as a kid, and you weren’t afraid of anything when you were holding a bat in your hand. Without hesitation, you twisted your body, driving strength into your hit with your hips and your shoulders. The cracking sound of the ball meeting the bat was soothing to your already frayed nerves. The only thing that was truly missing was the cheering crowd. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.” 

A low whistle caused you to snap your head around, your eyes landing on a too-tall man wearing a UCLA hoodie and a baseball cap. Resting the tip of your bat to the ground, you narrowed your eyes. He shuffled forward, clearing his throat as an amused grin pulled at the corner of his lips. 

“I’m not afraid to use this thing on more than baseballs if you catch my drift.” You shifted back a little as he held his hands up. “Who are you?” 

“M’name is Harry.” He said. “Coach Willis sent me out here. He said there was someone else blowing off steam out on the field and could probably use a real pitcher.” 

“I’m fine.” You glanced towards the ground. “But if you’re here to blow off steam too, then I don’t mind.” 

“Okay.” He nodded. “I didn’t catch your name, by the way.” 

“I didn’t throw it.” You bent down, picking up the bucket of balls before shoving it at him. “I don’t want to talk.” 

“Alright, no talking.” He nodded, taking the bucket. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Monday; 9:00 PM 

By the time your father emerged from his office, you were dripping with sweat. 

Harry was the same, his hoodie long discarded, and his hat flipped around as he tossed another ball in your direction. The cracking sound of your bat hitting the ball was drowned out by your Father clapping behind you. Harry narrowly missed the catch, his body tumbling to the ground with his glove tucked into his chest as you smiled widely at your father. 

“I hate to admit it, but this kid is good.” Your father held out a water bottle, and you gladly accepted, twisting the cap off before taking a hearty sip. “Where did you find him?” 

“Community college out in Carolina.” He said. “Parents just moved from England, and he was getting into some trouble. They tossed him in a few leagues, and I scouted him and offered a full ride.” 

“I can see why.” You looked over at Harry, who was jogging over to the both of you. “Great pitching you did out there.” 

“Thanks.” He flashed you a grin before taking the second bottle your father offered. “Hey, coach.” 

“As much as I would love to watch this go on, I have to lock up.” Your father glanced over at you, his eyes playfully narrowed. “And you need your rest, young lady. You have early classes in the morning, and I don’t want the other teachers talking shit in the staff lounge.” 

“Yes, sir.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Thanks for letting me come out here. I love you, dad.” 

“Love you too, bug!” 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before you handed him the bat. You grabbed your bag from the dugout, slinging it over your shoulders as your Father and Harry continued to talk. As you were making your way past the locker room, you heard your name being called from behind you. When you turned around, you didn’t expect to see Harry chasing after you with a wide grin. 

“Hey, coach asked if I could walk you home.” He huffed out. “I promised I would return you to your dorm safely.” 

“I can walk by myself; you don’t have to babysit.” You mumbled, continuing until you reached the door of the stadium. Harry was right behind you when you glanced over your shoulder. “I’m sure you have better things to do than babysit the coach's daughter.” 

“I don’t, actually.” He let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve finished all of my schoolwork, and I don’t know anyone, so I’m free.” 

After a few moments of awkward silence, you finally spoke up.

“What are you studying?” 

“Um, Music.” When you turned to look at him, he had ducked his head down. “Minoring in Early Childhood psychology, though.” 

“Plan on being a music teacher?” Your brows arched on their own, your surprise clear as the night sky as you walked side by side

“Kind of.” He laughed softly. “If this whole baseball thing doesn’t pan out, at least.” 

“I think it will.” You said softly. “I’ve been watching my Dad coach since I was in diapers. You’re the best player I’ve seen.” 

“Thanks.” He said. “I appreciate that.” 

“Don’t mention it.” 

The rest of your walk was filled with small talk. 

You learned that he was from Northern England and that his parents moved to the States two years ago. He had never played baseball a day in his life, more into music and tattoos than anything else. But he ran with a pretty bad crowd, and his Mum was extremely upset when he landed himself in jail for a night with underage drinking. After that, things changed for him. He promised his Mother that he would find something more productive to do with his life and that he would make her proud. Once he realized how big sports were in America, he decided to try his hand at baseball. He happened to be really good at the sport and his high school coach encouraged him to take it on full time. When Harry learned he could get a free ride to college, he dedicated his life to perfecting his craft.

“Sorry for talking so much.” He was extremely bashful, his cheeks still tinged with pink as you turned to look at him. “I don’t talk a lot, but I do tend to get carried away when I start.” 

“It happens to the best of us.” With a shrug of your shoulders, you offered him a reassuring smile as you patted his bicep. “I think you’re gonna kick ass, and I know that you’ll do well with my Dad. He’s an amazing coach.” 

“He truly is.” Harry nodded. “If you ever need to blow off steam again…” 

“Yeah,” You nodded at his unspoken offer. “Same goes for you.” 

“Thanks.” He smiled. “Um, have a goodnight, Y/N.” 

“You too, Harry.” 

October 31 11:00 PM

After that first night, you and Harry began blowing off steam together regularly. 

On most weeknights, you were out at the field with him. Your dad would hand you the keys, instructing you to lock up when you were finished. From there, Harry would pitch until his arm was tired, and you were so exhausted you could barely swing. Most of the time, he eased up on his throws. You could tell he was holding back just so you would get the chance to hit each ball clear across the field. You could tell when he really gave it his all, his whole body going into the throw as he grits his teeth. Those were a little harder for you to hit, but not impossible. You didn’t talk a lot during your time together, but on your walk home, you would indulge in friendly conversation. He would ask about classes, and you would ask about his life in a frat house. When you finally made it to your dorm, you would take at least twenty minutes to say goodbye to each other. 

And when you weren’t with Harry, you were thinking about him. Your mind was stuck on the way he laughed and the confidence he exuded when he was on the pitcher’s mound. You thought about his hands and his smile. The scent of his cologne and sweat was almost like an aphrodisiac and his laughter sounded like a song. You hated how hung up you were when it came to Harry. There was no chance that you would actually get to be with Harry like that. Not only were you scared of upsetting your father, but you were also scared of ruining your new friendship. 

But now you’re standing in Harry’s living room while his Frat brothers try to score with girls that are way out of their league. Your roommate had burst out of her shell a little, and she’d made a few friends. Her new friends were the reason you were standing with a solo cup full of vodka in your hand and a crappy costume that you’d tossed together in twenty minutes after your roommate begged you to come out. There were about twenty other girls dressed as angels, their outfits far cuter than yours, and their makeup flawless. You were still rocking the makeup you’d put on at six am, half asleep on your bed in the dark. As you pressed the rim of your cup to your lips, you heard your name being shouted somewhere from across the room. 

When you looked up, you didn’t expect to see Harry waving at you. 

“What on earth are you dressed as?” You looked over the sparkling L.A Dodgers uniform Harry was wearing, a plastic cup in his hand and a huge grin on his face. 

“I’m Elton John!” He cheered. “But also, I’m manifesting my dream to be a Dodger!” 

“Clever.” You pressed your lips together, rolling them over your teeth as you tried not to let your drunken giggle slip out. He noticed your face, his own falling as he stood up straight. 

“You don’t like it?” His voice slurred around the words, and your heart dropped. 

“I love it.” You said quickly. “I think you look really handsome, actually.” 

“Yeah?” He let out a breathless laugh. “Thank you, lovie.” 

“Of course.” You gave him a soft smile. 

“And you’re...an angel?” His eyes slipped over your costume in a way that didn’t make your skin crawl. “You did a really good job with your outfit.” 

“I didn’t know we were coming to this thing tonight. I just threw this together.” You waved your hand about, looking down at your white dress. “I’m not as….my costume isn’t as scandalous or fun, but it does the job.” 

“I think you look beautiful, lovie.” He cooed, shuffling forward as a group of guys rushed past him. When you pressed your hands to his arms, steadying him out of habit, he gave you that smirk. “I think you’re an angel already. Could’ve come dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and it would be just as perfect.” 

“Harry.” With a soft giggle, you ducked your head down. “You’re drunk.” 

“Still think you’re beautiful when I’m sober.” He hummed out, reaching up to press his thumb to your chin. He gently guided your face up, his face serious as he spoke. “I mean it, fuck do I mean it, Y/N. I swear I struggle every single day, trying to keep you off my mind. But it’s so fucking hard when you’re this beautiful.”

You didn’t say anything as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your chin, his glossy green eyes staring into yours. If you were completely honest with yourself, you felt the same way about him. Even when you were completely preoccupied with your schoolwork, you were thinking about Harry. The way he smiled, the way he walked, how he pitched with that look in his eyes, it was impossible not to think about the man that had wormed his way into your life. 

“I think about you, too.” You whispered. “All the time.” 

“Yeah?” The corners of his lips twitched, a soft smile forming. “Can we...I wanna go somewhere with you.” 

“Anywhere you want.” You whispered. “I’ll follow.” 

“Finish your drink.” He smirked. 

                                         **************

You didn’t expect to be in the outfield with Harry. 

When you realized what direction he was pulling you in, you groaned a little. Harry’s response was lacing your fingers together before pulling you into his side. He slipped an arm around your shoulder, turning his head to press a sloppy kiss to your forehead before he promised that you would enjoy his surprise. When you walked into the actual stadium, and past the infield, it was pitch black. Your father must have turned the lights off when he left for the night. 

“Look!” You pointed towards the grassy field, gasping. “Lightning bugs!” 

Harry let you go, watching as you ran into the field with your hands extended out. His heart was beating so hard in his chest as he watched you move freely, practically dancing in the grass as you tried to catch one. When you finally did, you turned towards Harry with a smile that rivaled the moon’s brightness shining down over both of you. He moved forward, peeking into your hand as you carefully opened it. The soft yellow glow had nothing on your giggles. 

“Dad calls me bug a lot because I used to love catching them when I was a kid.” You whispered, opening your hand up so that the bug could go free. “They’re so stunning.” 

“Lightning bug.” He let out a breathy laugh. “You remind me of one now that I’m thinking about it.” 

“How so?” You ask, turning towards him. 

Harry grabbed both of your hands, pulling you into his chest with a grin. 

“You’re so fucking bright.” He said. “You literally glow, and I don’t even think you notice it. Even when we first met and you were pissed off or upset about whatever, you were glowing.” 

“That’s called sweat, Harry.” You grimaced, rolling your eyes at his affection. “Do you really mean it?” 

“I really do.” 

Harry pressed his forehead into yours as his hands slipped from yours. He dropped them to your waist, digging his fingers into your sides as you basked in the moment. Your lips started to tingle with the need to kiss him, almost overwhelming your senses. You let your hands slip over his biceps as you push yourself back, clearing your throat, as if to bring you back down from the cloud he had you stuck on. 

“I really want to kiss you right now.” You whispered. “But I know that I shouldn’t. 

“Why shouldn’t you?” His brows pulled together as you took a step back. 

“Because you’re the star of my father’s team, and I can’t get in the way of that.” You felt your lips falling into a frown. “I can’t do that to him, and I can’t do that to you.” 

“Are you saying you expect us to fail?” His brows shot up. “Before you even give us a try?” 

“I don’t want to be the thing that stands in the way of you and your dream.” You confess. “What if things did go wrong between us? We hardly know each other, Harry! You can’t be certain-”

“I know enough about you, Y/N.” He let out a confused laugh. “But, the fun thing about relationships is the learning part! It’s okay that we don’t know everything about one another.” 

“You’re not scared at all?” You asked. “What if we break up and it’s one of those really bad breakups? I wouldn’t be able to go to games anymore to support my father, and he’s going to ask why.” 

“I refuse to let it end poorly.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if you’ve realized, but I’m pretty determined about getting what I want, and I want a chance to love you, Y/N.” 

Love.

That warm, ooey-gooey feeling that would slowly take over your entire life. 

Love. 

In a few moments, you could see it all flash before your eyes. 

Your first date with Harry. 

Your first time. 

Your first fight. 

Your first, I love you. 

Seconds later, you were launching into his arms. 

When your lips pressed against his, it was messy. You put too much force behind your kiss, and you nearly knocked him onto his back as he wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled away, it was only for a second. You pressed your lips back into his with more purpose, a gentle kiss slowly sending that warm feeling up your spine. You didn’t care about the consequences or the rules at this moment. All you could think about was how great it felt to go after the one thing you really wanted. 

Harry. 

“Easy there, lovie.” He pulled back, pressing a breathless kiss to your nose. “We’ve got plenty of time, I promise.” 

“You can’t promise that.” You dropped your head down to the crook of his neck. “But I’ll take it for now.” 

Harry chuckled, softly squeezing you in his arms before he pulled back. 

“Lay with me?” He asked. “I wanted to show you the stars when I pulled you out here.” 

“Oh.” Your cheeks grew warm. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “It was worth it.” 

After you rolled your eyes, Harry plopped his but down on the grass. 

Seconds later, he helped you down with his hands on your waist. You lay down next to each other, your fingers laced together as you looked up at the night sky. The silence that washed over you was almost therapeutic. You were mesmerized, amazed that you could actually see the stars clearly, no smog blocking your view of the bright lights. 

“Is that the little dipper?” You lifted your hand up, pointing at the constellation. 

“Yeah,” Harry said softly. “That one over there is the big dipper.” 

“Wow.” You whispered. “It’s breathtaking.” 

“When I’m done walking you home, I always come back.” He said softly. “I lay out here for hours, mostly thinking about you, and my family, and this wonderful opportunity I’ve been gifted.” 

“You think about me when you’re thinking about all of those things?” You turned your head towards him. “That makes me sound like I’m special.” 

“You are.” He said. “You were the first person I met here, besides your Father, and...I don’t know. Something about you just makes me feel so happy and so full. I don’t feel so homesick when you’re around.” 

“I know the feeling.” You smiled softly at him. 

You moved your body closer to his, resting your head against his shoulder. 

You had a feeling that this was the start of something great.

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You’re No One’s Shadow (Alex Morgan x Sister!Reader)

Anonymous Request: An Alex Morgan or I guess it could be the whole team but reader is her little sister and is just tired of like living in her shadow? Love ur imagines

Alex Morgan.  

Alex Morgan this.  

Alex Morgan that.  

Alex Morgan’s little sister, that’s what the world knew you as, the younger of the Morgan sisters, the sister who still had to prove herself...  

The sister that had always been Alex Morgan’s shadow, the sister that would always BE Alex Morgan’s shadow.  

“Hey little Morgan.” You feel a nudge, forcing a smile as you turn to Kelley, the defender grinning.  

“Hey Kel.”  

You can’t help but smile when the defender slips an arm around you, pulling you against her side.  

“What’s wrong kid?” She asks and you shrug, watching your sister on field, the ball at her feet.  

“It’s hard.” You whisper, the defender’s eyes darting from you, to Alex and back.  

“Being a Morgan?” She asks and you nod, glancing down at your bright pink cleated feet.  

“I just want to do my best, but I’ll never be Alex Morgan.” You whisper and Kelley frowns, pulling you closer.  

“You don’t need to be Alex Morgan, you just need to be the best Y/N Morgan that you can be.” She smiles and you shrug, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.  

“I know... I just...” You shrug, watching as Alex sinks a goal into the back of the net, the fans screaming.  

“How can I live up to the Morgan name with Alex Morgan as my sister?”  

                                                           ***

Again, you were on the bench, another game going on before you.  

You wondered if Vlatko really questioned your abilities so much that instead of being Y/N Morgan, little sister to Alex Morgan, you were Y/N Morgan little sister of Alex Morgan who never left the bench.  

You sigh sadly, your head hanging.  

“Kel told us what you said...” You glance up, eyes wide when Christen Press takes a seat beside you, Tobin on the other, the two just having being subbed off for the second half.  

Your bottom lip juts out, the two women patting your back gently.  

“You know you’re not just Alex’s little sister.” Christen says softly and you shake your head.  

“I am, it’s just now I’m Alex Morgan’s little sister that rides the bench.” You mumble, glancing at Vlatko, the man out of earshot.  

“That’s not who you are...” Tobin says as she runs a hand down your back and you shrug.  

“It is... All I ever see, and hear is will Y/N be able to live up to the Morgan name, and the answer is no...”  

You watch Alex sink a ball into the back of the net, everyone cheering, clapping, except for you.  

“I’m proud of her, and I love her, and I want to be like her... But it’s hard... It’s hard being Alex Morgan’s shadow.”  

Tobin and Christen share a glance, both of them frowning, knowing that nothing they say will get through to you, but maybe someone else could.  

                                                           ***

“Looks like you need someone to talk to.” You hear a familiar voice and you swallow hard.  

You’d escaped dinner to hide on your room’s balcony, hoping that no one noticed you making your escape, but of course someone noticed.  

“What are you doing up here?” Alex says as she slips an arm around you, pulling you close.  

“Just, needed to think.”  

Alex frowns, attempting to swallow the lump in her throat. She could see it, see the toll that the Soccer world had taken on you, she could see the weight of what Kelley, Tobin and Christen had been telling her on your shoulders.  

Alex closes her eyes, blue orbs that had already began to fill with tears.  

“You’re far from my shadow Y/N...” She whispers and you abruptly turn to her, eyes wide when you see a tear rolling down her cheek.  

“D-Don’t cry.” You shake your head, bottom lip trembling at the sight of your sister’s tears.  

Alex shakes her head.  

“I love you Y/N.” She whispers as you snuggle into her.  

“I love you too Al...” You whisper, your sister tightening her hold on you.  

“I hate that I can’t control what the media says, I hate that I can’t control what the fans say, but I want YOU...” Alex pulls back, cupping your cheeks, ridding them of your tears with the pads of her thumbs. “You Y/N Morgan to know that you are NOT my shadow, you are one of the best damn forwards in the word, if they can’t see it, they’re blind, because I can.”  

Alex leans her forehead against yours.

“We’re going to prove the world wrong, together, okay?” Alex whispers and you nod, the woman tilting her head back to kiss your forehead.  

“I hope you realize this means we have to cuddle tonight.” She grins and you scoff.  

“Noooooo...” You whine, Alex grinning.  

“What happened to the little sister who loved my cuddles?” She pouts and you roll your eyes.

“She grew up.” You say, sticking your tongue out and Alex’s brow arches.  

“Oh, did she?” She asks, poking your forehead and you grumble.  

Alex watches you with a smirk as you shuffle around the woman waiting for you to cave.  

Eventually, you mumble under your breath.  

“I guess cuddles wouldn’t be too bad...”  

“You always cave.” She teases and you roll your eyes.  

“Shut up.”  

Soon after the door opens, a number of your teammates walking in the sight of the two sisters cuddling making them smile.  

“Looks like they talked it out.”  

Alex holds you close, you snuggling deeper into her chest.  

“Come on Mal, you’re rooming with us, let’s leave these two.” Tobin ruffles the girl’s hair, the forward smiling.  

Silently, they tiptoe out of the room, leaving you and Alex behind, neither of you aware of their presence, the two of you remaining fast asleep.  

                                                           ***

You jump off the bench, toes on the sidelines as Alex goes down, the Sweden player’s cleats digging into her ankle.  

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell, throwing your hands up, frowning when you realize Alex isn’t getting up.

“She’s not getting up!” You motion to the ref, who realizes, blowing her whistle soon after.

You knit your fingers together, placing them on the back of your head as you pace the sidelines like a caged animal, the medical team immediately surrounding your sister.  

The universal sign for a substitute is made and you swallow hard, Alex wasn’t going to be able to play.  

You turn around, jerking your vest off and marching towards Vlatko.  

“I’m going in.” You snarl, the muscle in your jaw jumping.  

Vlatko looks at you with a smile, nodding, the fans nearby cheering as you move to stand by the official, though you don’t wait to be put in, you rush to help your sister onto the side lines, the older Morgan leaning heavily on you.  

“I’m okay.” She whispers and you shake your head, turning to glare at the Swedish player who’d taken her out of the game.  

“You better be, or I’m kicking her ass.”  

Alex chuckles turning to kiss the side of your head.  

“Show then what you’re made of Y/N Morgan.” She whispers and you nod before darting back towards the official, popping your knuckles and jumping up and down on your feet.  

Kelley races by, holding her hand out.  

“Let’s go little Morgan!” She grins and you laugh, the ref blowing her whistle to let you into the game.  

You immediately rush on field, rushing to your place and giving your neck a crack, jaw set, gaze hard.  

You glance to your left, Tobin’s brown orbs on you, the forward nodding, same for on the other side, but instead of brown orbs, they’re green orbs belonging to Christen Press.  

Your eyes lock on the Swedish player in front of you and they swallow hard.  

“Yeah, you fucked up.” You mumble just as the whistle blows and the game is back on.  

                                                           ***

Even through the roar of the crowd you can hear Alex’s cheers as you tear up the field, tackling the ball from Swedish players left and right, but it’s in the 60th minute that you shine, the ball at your feet as you run down field.  

You fire an absolutely flawless cross, growling when instead of going where you wanted, a Swedish player knocks it out of bounds for a corner.  

Tobin heads to the corner, patting your back on her way by.  

You can feel it in your gut, this corner is yours, this corner is your first goal of the game, and it won’t be your last.  

The ball leaves Tobin’s foot and you see your opening, running in on goal.  

The black and yellow ball ricochets off your head and smacks into the back of the net, the fan’s leaping to their feet.  

You jump into the air, throwing a fist towards the sky as Tobin wraps her arms tightly around you.  

“YEAH!” She screams, ruffling your hair and you beam, your other teammates soon joining in on the celebration.  

“YEAH LITTLE MORGAN!” Kelley laughs as she jumps on your back and you grin.  

As you get into position, you point to Alex on the sidelines your sister grinning as she claps, her hands held high above her head.  

Her blue eyes shine as she sits back down on the bench, her grin massive.  

“You’re no one’s shadow Y/N.”  

                                                           ***

70th minute, the ball is at your feet again, fans on their feet as you race down field, towards Sweden’s goal.  

Alex is immediately on her feet, well, foot, the woman leaning heavily on Megan as she cheers. It’s a heel pass that has the crowd cheering even louder, you weaving your way closer to goal before Kelley fires the cross.  

You slide between players, your body down on the ground as you kick the ball into the net, your teammates dog piling on top of you.  

Eventually, you make it to your feet and run right towards the sidelines, throwing your arms around Alex, who holds you tight, kissing your temple.  

She cups your cheeks, leaning her forehead against yours.  

“Go get your hat trick.” She grins and you laugh, giving her another squeeze before running back on field, your sister watching proudly, tears in her eyes.  

                                                           ***

85th minute, it’s the 85th minute and everyone is gassed, Sweden, the USWNT, you, but you would be damned if you’d pass up that hat trick.  

It’s Julie Ertz this time who spots you racing down field, straight into the box, remaining onside as you do so.  

The ball, is slightly off, but leads to a goal that everyone would talk about when they mentioned Y/N Morgan.  

The ball knocks off the heel of your foot, slipping just below the goalie and into the back of the net.  

You leap to your feet, running straight to Julie and throwing your arms around her, tears in your eyes.  

“You got your hat trick.” She whispers kissing your cheek and you grin, the woman cupping your cheeks.  

“I think there’s someone who would like to celebrate with you though.” She winks and you immediately dart to the sidelines, throwing your arms around Alex, the woman’s cheeks lined with tear tracks as she pulls you close.  

“I’m so, so proud of you Y/N Morgan.” She kisses your cheek and you sniffle hiding your face in her neck.

“My baby sister just got a hat-trick.” She laughs, kissing the side of your head.  

You eventually pull back, Alex’s ridding your cheeks of tears before you make your way back out onto the field, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. ��

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the game not long after and again, you’re back in your sister’s arms, the woman not relinquishing her hold on you as camera’s flash, catching the moment between the two of you.  

You pull back, your older sister cupping your cheeks.  

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispers, kissing your forehead, tears streaming down her own cheeks. “I told you...” She whispers, leaning her forehead against yours. “You Y/N are no one’s shadow... Not even mine.”  

“Excuse me, mind if I get a word ladies?” A reporter asks and you turn to Alex, the woman grinning.  

“Of course, but Y/N is the real star of the game here.” Alex ruffles your hair and you grin, cheeks flushed.  

“What did you think of Y/N’s performance today?” The woman asks Alex, who grins.  

“I think she did amazing, she was the real MVP of the game...” Alex smiles at you proudly and you grin.  

“So, Y/N, a hat-trick, your first, how does that make you feel?” The reporter asks and your grin impossibly widens.  

“It’s unbelievable, I mean I couldn’t be any happier, and having Alex there to see it, it was just... Amazing.” You chuckle, your sister ducking to kiss the top of your head.  

“I’d be remissed to mention the fact that many refer to you as Alex Morgan’s little sister, what would you say to those people?”  

You turn to Alex, your older sister taking a step towards the reporter but her full attention is turned to the camera.  

“Y/N Morgan isn’t just my little sister, she’s one of the best players in the world, she’s Alex Morgan’s little sister, Y/N Morgan, one of the best forwards in the world, and eventually when I’ve retired, she’ll be the only Morgan that matters.”  

You bottom lip quivers as you throw your arms around Alex’s neck, the woman grinning.  

“Thank you for your time.” The reporter nods, though the camera stays on the two of you, the embracing sister’s that would become the talk of the game.

Y/N Morgan was the focal point of the conversation.

Y/N Morgan, not Alex Morgan’s little sister, but Y/N Morgan the woman who scored a hat trick in the second half of the game against Sweden.  

Y/N Morgan who was FAR from Alex Morgan’s shadow.  

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Take a Chance (Part 15)

pairing: steve rogers x reader characters: steve rogers, reader, friends and family word count: 3k+ warnings: angst??? fluff??? a/n: nngngngnn you guys have any idea how hard it was to get reader to confess?1 it was so damn hard! reader kept tryng to back out and i was about ready to rage quir

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Most of the night is a blur—from the “I do’s” to the chaste kiss Steve plants to the corner of your lips. You’re not even sure if the wedding really happened if you’re being honest. If it weren’t for the grand reception your friends and family put together, or the fact that anytime you look down at your hand you’re greeted by the beautiful moonstone ring and a simple golden band, or when you look down at your growing tummy covered in pure white, you would’ve thought it was all a dream.

You find yourself attached to Steve for part of it, neither being able to find a moment to confront or talk to one another about what is on your mind (spoiler? there’s a lot). He holds your hand throughout the whole event, tightening his hold when he’s meeting your extended family, who make passive-aggressive remarks about not having known he existed or that you were even engaged. 

You would smile and say, “Have you looked at him? If I could I would have kept him a secret to myself for much longer!”

They would laugh, you would laugh, and Steve would only stare at you before running his thumb on the back of your hand affectionately.

That didn’t, however, deter your aunt from making her own comments, not in regards to who you were marrying, but why you were getting married. Seems like everyone has caught on as to why your wedding was even happening or have made up their own silly fantasy, your aunt included.

It isn't surprising, she’s a gossiper through and through, old school, too. A devout Catholic that believes that everyone should be good Catholic children; that divorce is a sin worse than murder and that being pregnant at your own wedding is blasphemy. There’s more, some more horrible and controversial, but if you listed every single thing your aunt believed against, you’d get a headache you wouldn’t be able to shake off for days.

She gives you a disapproving frown, eyebrows furrowed and clicking her tongue in disbelief. “Primero tu hermana y ahora tu, mijita?”

You needed a moment away from Steve, away from everyone and their judgemental gaze, away from all of this. You should have known better, should have listened to your mom when she told you to stay close to Steve or her, or anyone that was part of your immediate family. Never straying too far from them where the pack of vultures could all circle around you.

Your jaw clenches and your hands curl into themselves, nails digging into your skin. “Tia Norma—“

“I thought you were better,” she says in that condescending way that always made you curl into yourself. “If only your papa were here. I’m sure he would’ve knocked some sense into you. Would’ve avoided everything.” She huffs and you can feel the stares of your cousin on your face, pity written on their faces as they wait for you to crumble. “I knew your mom wasn’t fit to raise you and your sister on her own! Look at how your sister turned out.” She claps her hands, wailing dramatically as she motions to your growing belly that you cover protectively, “Y tu! Ay mija! Que desgracia!”

Heat crawls up your neck and your blood boils. Your patience for this woman is starting to run thin! Who does she think she is preaching sermons when she is the worst of the worst? What gives her the right to judge you and your family?

A gentle hand falls on your hip, pressing you closer to—Steve? 

He’s smiling politely, but it’s strained as his intense blue eyes bore into your aunt. “Her mom has done an exceptional job in raising her and her sister, ma’am.” His hold on you tightens in reassurance. “I’m proud of the woman your niece has become and I have no doubt that she’ll be a great mother to our future children.” He gingerly veers you away from her as he says, “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Air enters your lungs and your heart slows down, your anger beginning to diminish as his thumb traces soothing pattern over the fabric of your dress. You don’t even register your aunt’s reaction or whatever she might have to say as you leave, you only stare up at Steve as he leads you far away from the wedding guests that might have witnessed that shit show, and hides you behind a small alcove made out of a high hedges.

He turns you fully to face him, both hands on your hips as his alert eyes roam over your face. “You okay?”

You can’t seem to find your words to assure Steve that yes you’re fine, because all you can think about is the warmth of his fingers on your hips, the intense way his eyes keep you frozen in place, and how goddamn good he looks in a two piece suit. Children. Children. Not just Child. But children. This isn’t like when you were staring at each other at the altar, this feels more private—intimate.

Eyes fall to his lips and then back up to his devastatingly pretty eyes, so beautiful and intense and—

“Mija,” your mom breaks through the tension, Ben, Bucky and your sister at her heels. “Mija,” she repeats, pushing Steve aside almost comically—he grunts and your eyes widen, but your mom steals your attention by cupping your face. “Estas bien, mi niña?”

“I’m fine, momma,” you whisper as she pats your cheeks affectionately. “Thanks to Steve.”

Puppy like eyes lock with yours as you offer him a small grateful smile—barely any lift to your lips, but it’s there. He returns it, smile sweet and shy and enough to cause wild palpitations.

“I told you you shouldn’t have invited Tia Norma,” your sister chides, hands on her hip and blowing away a strand of hair falling over her face. “She’s always starting rumors and fanning the flames!”

“She’s my cousin,” your mom defends stubbornly. “Not inviting her would have been worse!”

Your sister rolls her eyes, ready to retort, most likely bring up her own experience with your aunt, but Bucky holds her back, hand wrapping around her arm securely and tugging her back and away from your mom. “Okay, all right.” Your sister huffs and twists out of Bucky’s grasp. “No arguing.”

Ben sends a grateful look at Bucky, wrapping his arm around your mom’s shoulder. “If she tries anything again, we’ll ask her to leave with some kind of pretense, but for now, we need to get back out there, amor. The others won’t be able to keep their nosy tails distracted for too long.”

“Ben is right,” Steve adds, his hand once more finding you, fingers slipping between yours as he gives you a gentle squeeze. “Besides, it’s almost time isn’t it?”

“Time for what?” Are you missing something? 

Your mother’s face brightens and she is quick to push Ben, your sister, and Bucky back into the party. “You’re right. We’ll check if it’s ready.”

“Time for what?” you repeat again, absolutely confused as to what they could be keeping from you, eyes finding Steve’s warm ones. “Check if what’s ready?”

He leans in and for one singular moment you think he might kiss you, but he hesitates and pulls away. Disappointment blooms in your chest and you release a quick draft of air. With a small smile and a tug to your hand, he leads you to the open area of the reception. “You’ll see.”

Wanda and Natasha are with Pietro, they send you worried looks that you ease with a small nod, distracting your cousins from approaching you and making matters worse. Joseph and Sarah are doing their part too, mingling with both sides of the family and trying to keep some semblance of peace. Surprisingly, Amora and Sam are sitting at your Aunt Norma’s table, where she is laughing at whatever Sam is saying, acting with no remorse as to what she said to you.

At least she won’t be bothering anyone for a while.

Everything is basically back to normal, and of course it is. Your aunt’s outburst isn’t anything new in your family, all it takes is one small distraction and everyone forgets about it until everyone gets back together again for the next big event.

Ugh. Family.

“We could always kick her out,” Steve whispers in your ear.

The sincerity behind his words crack an easy smile on your face, one that you don’t even try to hide from him. “It’s not too late?”

He beams proudly at having made you smile, eyes glinting with the cotton pink and sorbet orange painting the sky. “It’s never too late.”

The quartet fades out and a clinking glass grabs the attention of everyone at the party, including you and Steve. 

Your mom apparently dragged Sarah over to the microphone by the DJ booth, the two holding their glasses of champagne in hand.

“We want to thank everyone for coming and joining us to celebrate the union of our beautiful children—“

Everyone cheers, your mom being the loudest and having to tilt away from the shared microphone, but all it does is cause your smile to falter, the nerves you felt earlier coming back full force.

“Please clear the dance floor for mi niña preciosa and her handsome husband para su primer baile como marido y mujer!”

People immediately shuffle away and Steve, oh Sweet Steve lets go of your hand to offer it to you once more, making a show of bending at the waist and staring up at you with wide blue eyes that you can’t seem to resist.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, careful and gentle, as if speaking to a scared animal ready to bolt and hide away. And you might as well be because that’s exactly how you feel with everyone’s eyes on you. “Sweetheart,” he tries again.

Your pulse picks up as your eyes sweep around. “I—“

“Just pretend it’s us,” he coos, blue eyes sweet and warm. “Just us.”

Just us. Only us.

You take his hand and Amora’s words come to mind—bring down those walls and find out for yourself what kind of love you will share with one another. 

He pulls you close to him, one hand on the small of your back and the other cradling your hand in his, and your hand lands on his shoulder. He smiles down at you and the air is getting colder with the setting sun, sea salt getting heavier in the air, but his touch is warm.

The music starts and you honestly can’t keep the surprise off of your face—it’s the same song you danced to all those nights ago, the night you ran from Steve.

His smile softens and slowly, he begins to sway you.

“You remembered,” you say with a breath.

He doesn’t say anything, instead his eyes shine with mirth, and you soon learn why.

If we were lovers

If we were more than just good friends

Your heart beats wildly, a warmth growing in your chest as the music transitions smoothly. “Steve, how—“

“I asked a friend for a favor,” he says, a wide grin full of pride on his handsome face. After a beat, his grin falters as he asks, “Do you like it?”

How could you not? “I love it,” you confess breezily.

His grin is back, and with his hand on your back, he pulls you impossibly close. Your cheek naturally resting on his shoulder as his chin rests on the top of your head. 

His heartbeat is soothing, more so than the sweet song playing. And maybe, just maybe, he could love you.

With everyone distracted by alcohol and cake, you slip away again, this time, making sure no family member spots you as you make your way over to the beach. 

You slip out of your heels and leave them behind. Lifting the skirt of your dress, you relish the feel of soft sand under your feet as it molds under every step.

It’s cool, the wind sweeping your hair back and kissing your bare skin. The water laps at the shore gently, calmly and it sings to you, and for the first time, you feel relaxed. No family, no friends, no Steve; just you, your baby and the wide open sea and shore. The full moon hangs overhead, like a giant watching over you as the cold water comes into contact with your toes and you take a step back, shivering.

You slowly lower yourself just out of the waves’ reach and your fingers spread over your stomach. “I need to tell him, don’t I, Shrimp?”

Talking to your Shrimp when you’re alone is something you’ve found yourself doing more and more often since you started staying at your mother’s. It’s… helped you, eased you and grounded you. 

The wave comes up to your toes, barely grazing you with its iciness.

“Even if he doesn’t have feelings for me now, it doesn’t mean he won’t ever have feeling for me, right?” Who are you kidding? You sigh, the exhale of your breath gentle and slow. “You’re lucky, baby. You get to have his love. I may not know the love of a father, anymore, but your daddy—the love Steve has for you? It’s infinite, baby.” 

He’s proven it time and time again and you have no doubt in your mind that he’ll continue to do so. 

 “I think that’ll always be enough for me.”

The low hum of the wedding is calming, the music changed to Rock en Español—it’s how you know the night is coming to an end.

“Do you want to give me a heart attack?” A gentle voice asks from behind you, and your heart pumps harshly against your rib cage, body twisting to catch sight of Steve still in his suit, just as you’re still in your dress. 

“Steve, what are you—“

“Was looking for you,” he says, and you have to crane your neck as he gets closer. “It’s getting cold and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Sorry, I just—I just needed a moment to myself.”

He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulder as he sits down next to you. You thank him quietly and he flashes you a smile before his gaze settles on the seemingly endless ocean. 

“We sat like this that night, too,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence and your eyes widen as you turn to look at him. “I’ve been remembering bits and pieces of that night. Not everything and it’s all a little hazy, but I—I understand why—“ he trails off, ears flushing red and you can’t help but lean forward to see it better.

“Why we fucked?” you tease, trying to remain calm and collected, but your insides are in a frenzy

He purses his lips, turning to look at you and you swear your heart stops when his blue eyes, just as deep and endless as the sea capture you in their depth. Has he always had that mole on his nose and were his lashes always this long?

“No,” he says through a short, warm breath that fans over your lips. “Why I’m attracted to you.”

Your lips part unwillingly—did he—did he just say…? “I—“

His warm hand cups your jaw, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he stares into you. “Since you left—I’ve—“ He struggles with his words, but his touch remains soft and assured, and you can’t help but lean into it as he gathers himself back up, as you nurse your shock. “I’ve been—I’ve been trying to keep myself busy with work, but I—I haven’t been able to concentrate. All I think about is how our home is empty without you, how our bed is empty without you—“

Our home. Our bed. Ours. Yours and his.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you blurt out, and the thumb that had been caressing your cheek falters and the look in his eyes is absolutely scandalized. “I—I—fuck.” You pull away from him, hurrying to get on your feet.

Wow. You’re an idiot. Attracted does not equal like! How could you allow yourself for a moment to think it does? That it’s what he meant?

“Hey!” Ha calls out to you, as you continue to power walk along the shore and he struggles to get up. “Wait!”

“Forget I said anything!” Why is it so damn hard to walk on sand?!

He practically shouts your name.

“Go back to the party, Steve!”

“Can you stop running?” Warm fingers wrap around your wrist, his jacket that had stayed on your shoulders drops to the floor as you try to tug away from him. He manages to spin you in place, but you stubbornly keep your eyes off to the side, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Hey,” he tries again, gently, cupping your face and the small grains of sand stuck to his hand are digging into your skin. “Will you look at me? Please?” It's a whine, a desperate plea for you to listen to him.

You do. You find shining blue eyes staring down at you, unreadable, but somehow so damn expressive and they search your face, trying to read you just as you are.

“Did you mean it?” A particular strong breeze tousles his hair, making it messier and your mouth hangs open as you try to find the words to answer him. He repeats his question and you swallow harshly, eyes drifting down to his strong chin.

“Does it matter?”

“Of course, it does!” The force in which he answers has you reeling back, you could’ve fallen if it weren’t for his hands on you. “It does,” he repeats, gently and your eyes find his again. “Because I’m in love with you, too.”

You blink, once, twice, three times and suddenly you feel a hot searing take over you, a constriction in your chest. It’s so overwhelming and once more you’re pulling away from him. 

This is what you wanted! So why are you—why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why can’t you accept that maybe Steve does love you? That’s it’s not just because of Shrimp? That it’s because of you and only you?

He sighs and its rough and aggravated. “Why do you keep pushing me away? Every time I think we’ve gotten closer, you start pulling away from me and I don’t—I don’t understand,” he says, eyes falling to your right hand wearing his grandmother’s ring.

“I don’t know,” you answer back, just as irritated. “I want to—I want to believe you—I—I’m just so terrified, Steve. I’m—“

“It’s okay.” Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, cradling your body against his. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too.”

Your shoulders deflate. “Why?”

“Because I haven’t felt like this for anyone before!” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing. He pulls you away to keep you at arm’s length and smiles. “You… you do things to me, make me feel things that I—I was so confused about for such a long time.”

“What about now?” you ask, breathlessly and in awe.

“I’m sure now,” he confesses. His hand on your right shoulder slips down to your hand and he gingerly brings it up to press a kiss on your ring. “I thought giving you my grandmother’s ring would give you a clue.”

What?

“I—I thought you were giving me this ring because you couldn’t let go of Sharon!”

He shakes his head, eyes on the pretty ring that shines under the full moon. “Sharon is my past. That ring is my past. But you—you and Shrimp, you’re both my future, and this ring? It’s meant to symbolize our new beginning, just as it did for my grandparents when they emigrated from Ireland.” He takes a deep breath. “I tried being obvious, but maybe I was too subtle?” He chuckles, his hands falling back to his side.

What are you so afraid of?

“Steve… I’m—I’m difficult.” You take your hands in his and watch as your hands are completely engulfed by his. “I won’t make loving me easy, and most times I will try to run away when I feel overwhelmed, or when I feel insecure. And if you’re okay with that, if you’re okay going through these hard times, I—“ why does it feel like you’re making your vows right now? “I promise you that I will try to be more open. I’ll try to meet you in the middle. Not just for our little Shrimp, but for you and me, too.”

His smile is so bright, so blinding, more majestic than the moon watching over you both. “You and me,” he repeats, the words slipping from his tongue with ease. “Loving me won’t be easy either.” You want to argue, but the little squeeze of your hands kills your words. “I can be stubborn and reckless, a big grump when things don’t go my way or when you try renovating our home.” You choke back a laugh, eyes wavering as something bursts inside of you. “But you and Shrimp…” His eyes drift down to your stomach before meeting your gaze, his own eyes filling with tears. “You both make me want to become a better man.”

These are your private vows, words that needed to be said in private, away from gossiping ears—words that are meant for only you two, the ocean, the moon, and your Shrimp.

“I love you,” you whisper and he leans down, lips hovering over yours.

“Te amo, con todo mi corazon,” he whispers back and before you can let out an exclaim of excitement at hearing his heavily accented Spanish, his lips descend on yours.

It’s sweet, and soft, lips molding and melding as they meet over and over in kisses that warm your heart. It’s tingling and so beautiful, and you can’t help but think: finally.

Translations:

“Primero tu hermana y ahora tu, mijita?” = “First it was your sister, now you, honey?”

“Y tu! Ay mija! Que desgracia!” = “And you! Oh, honey! What a disaster/what a disgrace!”

“Estas bien, mi niña?” = Are you okay, baby?

“Amor.” = Love

“Mi niña preciosa” = my precious girl

“...para su primer baile como marido y mujer!” = for their first dance as husband and wife

“Te amo, con todo mi corazon” = I love you with al my heart.

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The Chemicals between us ~Ch.7

‘You’re serious? You're not fucking with me are ya Old lady?’

‘I can assure you Jamison that I am completely serious. You and Rutledge are both assigned for our next mission..should you choose to accept.’

Ana sat and watched patiently as the Junker let out a whoop of delight and began racing around his quarters, grabbing whatever might be useful without even knowing what he was doing and where he was going and throwing it into a duffle bag. His mouth was racing as fast as he was moving and in his excitement jumped on Roadhog a couple of times.

‘Gonna be like this for awhile..’ Roadhog warned her.

‘Just as well, briefing is not till tomorrow morning, but I am here to discuss privately with you both about what is needed..and expected.’

Her tone made Junkrat finally slow down, his arms full of assorted wires which trailed to the floor as he cautiously peered at her. Ana smiled lightly and folded her hands in front of her. ‘There was of course some disagreement to you joining us on this mission. Good points were made on both sides but ultimately the decision to let you come was made. It seems a skill for destruction would be most beneficial to us if used correctly.’

Junkrat giggled, ‘Trust be lady, much more of me would be missing if I didn't handle explosives correctly. You just tell me who or what needs blowing up.’

‘There is a compound outside a small town in Russia. We know Talon are using it for storage of some kind. Weapons we expect. Once we have cleared out what guards they have and find any useful information then the building and its contents need to be destroyed.’

Junkrat made a dramatic sigh and slouched lower into his chair. ‘Issat all? Fuck, give me a challenge why don't ya?’

Ana narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Don't be cocky, the last time you met Talon your friend was injured. There will be more guards, more guns, even Mechs. We need your complete cooperation on this Fawkes.’

‘Yeah yeah, I’ll do what I’m-’

Ana held up a hand to silence him, mildly surprising Roadhog when he did keep his mouth shut, her warm expression had gone, now she was talking to him like a Captain.

‘Commander Morrison was against you coming and he was not the only one. You are used to working alone but here we work as a team, If you do  anything to jeopardize the mission or us then it will not be Morrison or Talon you need to fear, and if you even consider running then know this; I may only have one eye but my aim is still deadly, and I have something much worse than a sleep dart.’ She leaned closer towards him. ‘Are we clear Fawkes?’

Junkrat made a frightful glance towards Roadhog before gulping and nodding his head vigorously. Ana also turned to look at him, fixing him with her gaze until he too nodded in agreement, and with that the sweet old lady was back as Ana smiled brightly and clapped her hands together. ‘Wonderful! Well then gentlemen, I shall see myself out, be sure to be at briefing at nine am sharp, It will not do to be late. Goodnight!’ She closed the door behind her leaving the room with a few seconds of silence before Junkrat broke it.

‘Wouldn't fuck with her mate..’

He only grunted in reply. The one man apocalypse refusing to agree that an over sixty year old woman with one eye just made him feel like a ten year old child.

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‘You cannot be serious?’ Asked Fareeha.

‘Do you see me laughing Fareeha?’  Morrison replied wearily

‘Mom! You can't expect two Junkers to undertake missions!’

Junkrat choked on his coffee, ‘ Cough!  Fuck! Fuck..sorry.  Cough!  First; none taken Birdy. Second; Shes your mum!?’

Fareeha ignored him, throwing her hands in the air in an exasperated manner.

‘The decision is final, and not for debate.’ Ana’s reply was curt.

‘I think it's a great idea!’ Hana chipped in cheerfully.

Junkrat pointed at her. ‘See? Lil Sheila gets it!’ He flashed a grin at her.

‘That's enough.’ Morrison raised his voice above them, sure enough the rooms attention settled on him. He brought up a satellite map of the Compound and surrounding area.

He sighed deeply, deciding for the millionth time in his mind if this was the right call.

‘Ok.’ He finally said. ‘This is how we play this out. We are outnumbered so communication and efficiency is key in this mission. Our first objective is to dispose of the perimeter guard.’ The map highlighted the perimeter. ‘This will be completed by Team A made up of myself, Tracer, Genji and McCree, once they are dealt with we rendezvous with Team B. Torbjorn and Winston will take down the gate and fence security with Athena's help. This may get messy here and if Athena can’t bypass their security then we storm the gate. Either way Team A and B both access the gate together and for god's sake stay close to Reinhardt's shield. Once those gates are breached Team B enter, you're the heavy hitters. Take out as many as you can whilst Team A flank. Hana I want you and Fareeha focusing fire on their Mechs. Once the courtyard is clear Team B head into the compound whilst Team A flush out the outer buildings. Look for anything that might be useful. Im talking files, security footage, anything that may give us a lead. In the meantime Fawkes will rig the place. Once we have everything we need we clear the area and rendezvous at the Orca, the compound goes down once we are airborne. Questions?’.

‘What if backup arrives?’ McCree asked.

‘It really shouldn't, not until we are long gone. Talon should have no idea we are going there.’ Ana replied.

Lena raised her hand. ‘When do we commence the operation?’

‘In two days. We’ll be arriving outside Bryansk at approximately four am, we’ll meet up with Genji and Zarya. The perimeter guard has a round at six am sharp. That's when Team A strike.’ Morrison replied.

Junkrat raised a metal hand. ‘Question mate.’

‘What is it?’

‘So, right, you want me to blow this place sky high yeah? With what exactly? I haven't been allowed near any of my gear or whatever good stuff you have. Happen to have any bombs lying around the place or what?’

It was Winston who answered. ‘Commander Morrison, Captain Amari and myself have already discussed this. You have permission to work on explosives suitable for the mission in a designated area in the watchpoint, just make a list of what supplies you will need and Torbjorn will try and accommodate you.’

‘You saying I get me own workshop?’

‘We’re saying you get a place where if a bomb goes off you don't bring down the whole watchpoint with you.’ Interjected Morrison.

‘ Pfft! Unlikely but whatever..’

Morrison sighed. ‘How long will it take you to rig the building?’

Junkrat stood up and leaned closer to the compound map, he furrowed his eyebrows and chewed his lip as he studied the building, eventually slouching back into his chair.

‘Gonna be two hours tops mate..’

‘Really? That long?’

‘Oh, oh yeah sure i'll rush it shall I? Look mate, you want it done right and it's getting done right. I need at least eight explosives to bring down a building that size and one fuck up and we go down with it. I can maybe speed things up if they have a gas supply or generator I can use to accelerate the blast.’

‘Er..actually I think there is a main power supply which luck would have it is right next to the main building.` Said Winston.

‘That’ll do it, ta very much.’

Morrison stood up. ‘Very well, Fawkes. Go make your list and get to work. Everyone else prepare and have the workshop make sure your weapons and armor are good to go. Winston, prepare Athena as much as you can. Everyone dismissed.’

Hana immediately grabbed Junkrat's arm, bouncing slightly in excitement 'This is gonna be awesome! We haven't struck at Talon this hard before. They won't know whats hit them with you two on board.’

Junkrat was just as enthusiastic. 'I'm getting off this rock! Im gonna blow shit up and im getting off this fucking rock!’

Hana grinned up at Roadhog. ‘Hope you're feeling better big guy, would hate if you got wiped out before we even get going!’

Roadhog tilted his head at her and contemplated the young woman smiling broadly at him, eventually he gave her a nod. Satisfied she turned her attention back to Junkrat.

‘C'mon let's go find Lu and get some breakfast.’

Roadhog watched them leave before deciding he should probably eat himself and slowly followed behind. ‘ Must be getting soft  .’ He thought to himself. ‘  Or that girl is a lot braver than she looks. ’

Mei left her quarters as the briefing adjourned. As she was not called to be present she knew once again she’d be left to babysit the watchpoint, not that she minded so much for this particular mission. It would be bloody most likely and her skills did not lie in combat however she could help with shutting down the defences..she could assist Winston with Athena, she could-

  ‘Oof!’  

‘Whoa! Morning Mei.’

In her thoughts Mei had turned the corner and had walked into Fareeha. ‘Sorry! Sorry Fareeha, guess i got a bit distracted.’

‘Its fine, don't worry about it’ Fareeha replied brightly. ‘To be honest that may have been my fault..briefing was..let's say, unexpected.’

‘Oh? Are you still going?’

‘Yeah I'm going..but guess who else? I have no Idea what the Commander and my Mother are thinking! To let those Junkers in on missions now? Its madness!’

Mei’s expression instantly darkened. ‘What?’

‘Right? How hard can it be to bring down a building? I don't trust them and I hope I’m wrong but-hey? Mei? Where are you going?’

Mei had hardly heard her, her temper had flared up with an added dose of jealousy and with this fueling her she was ready to let her feelings known to either Winston or Morrison. She saw Hana and Lucio leave the common room and decided to hang back a bit, she was in no mood for their cheerfulness. Once they had disappeared from view she continued down the hallway stopping by the common room door, her temper only made worse by its lone occupant and her new target.

Mei stormed into the room. ‘Ta me de! You're going? You?!’

Junkrat was sitting on the counter halfway through a first round of toast, the kettle was softly boiling behind him. ‘And a good morning to you too Frosty..’ He said with a mouthful of his breakfast.

‘How?  Why? Why you? You're a manic pyromaniac!’

‘Woke up on the passive aggressive side of the bed again I see.’

Mei smirked ‘I did not realize Overwatch were so desperate we now consider using Junkers..’

‘Don't mince your words will ya.’ He took another bite of toast. ‘Past the point of considering anyway, me and Hog are most definitely going.’

Mei glared at him and began to rather aggressively make herself a cup of tea whilst ignoring the smug smirk on his face as he watched her with amusement. She did not even want it but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of leaving even more. She tutted at him ‘Could you move? You’re blocking the kettle.’

He sighed and jumped down from the counter ‘I love our little talks..’

‘Really? Because I don't.’

‘Not so fluent in sarcasm are ya?’

‘ Hmph! Well you know what they say, it's the lowest form of wit.’

Junkrat laughed ‘Know who said that Frosty? People with no sense of humor.’

‘Well just because I find yours to be immature does not mean I don't have one!’

‘Oh do you? Has anyone actually seen the mythical creature that is your sense of humor?’

Mei slammed the spoon she was about to stir her tea with hard on the counter ‘Why do you always have to be such a Jerk?’

‘I was minding me own fucking business and you come in here yelling at me for something I had no say in! Fucking go moan at Morrison or better yet Torb since it was his fucking idea! Christ woman…’

He was right of course, although it suited him greatly it was ultimately the decision of the Commander and Captain. Not wanting to apologise and with nothing else to say she silently stirred her cup of tea, only looking up when fresh toast popped up from the Toaster.

‘Look Frosty.’ Said Junkrat as he reached behind her and took his second round of toast. ‘I get you feel shitty, really. It fucking sucks and I get that you feel even shittier about me cos youre actually Overwatch and I’m whatever unsavoury name you wanna call me. So I reckon you use some of that attitude you save especially for me and go confront Old man winter or the Monkey yeah? Ask em to send you out.’

She blinked at him in surprise not expecting him to show any sign of understanding how she felt, he flashed a grin at her and took a bite of his toast as he began to leave. She felt a pang of guilt for being so rude to him. ‘I was going to..erm..maybe I was rather..’

Junkrat interrupted her, turning around and walking backwards with his mouth still full. ‘Who better to give the weather forecast eh?’

‘ Gah!  Thats not what-! I hope your mission sucks!’

He flashed a grin and winked at her. ‘Not really the team spirit but its so sweet you’ll be thinking of me!’

Mei glared at the now empty space and blew on her tea only to grimace when she took a sip. After all that she had forgotten to put the teabag in.

[nomnomsik]

Hmm what about a drabble about OC dating Hoseok, and she’s attending BTS’ concert for the first time and he’s lowkey nervous🤪

A/N: It’s bad and not yandere so… 

Word count: 1.6K

Hoseok x Fem!Reader | Crack and fluff 

Trigger warnings: profanity. 

“You’ll be fine Hoseok.”

Said man would not stop staring at his reflection in the mirror, parting his hair in different ways. The stylists that stood next to him stared at him anxiously, their hands faltering to tell him to stop. It didn’t help that his face was covered in sweat and the stylists were fidgeting with the towels that would dab it away.

“Hoseok! One minute and 20 seconds!” The director called from the lowered platform.

He didn’t feel the pressure before when he was performing along with his brothers, even though the same tens of thousands of people screamed and chanted at him. This was different. This was his solo stage.

He rubbed his hands along the side of his pants, the sweat transferring. Hoseok closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he sighed. Placing his hand over his heart, he could feel the loud thumps in his chest.

“Thirty seconds!”

Hoseok fluttered his eyes back open, squatting and kneeling on the platform, waiting for the lift to bring him up. He looked at his polished shoes and a perfectly cut suit that flowed behind him. He brought a finger up to his neck and collar, feeling the sparkling Chanel jewelry that decorated his neck.  

As Hoseok felt the lift rise up, he adjusted the sunglasses, his eyes looking up at the illuminating and filled stadium. The pink fluorescent lights, matched with the purple and red flashing lights behind him, cast beautiful rays of light all over his body.

Will she like it?

Hoseok sang his heart out, flirting with the camera that followed him from the main stage. The bass of the music in his earpiece brought him back, his arms and legs popping. His eyes followed the sway of the army bombs that seemed to overflow the stadium. The moves were ingrained in his body as he took in the beauty of the crowd. 

He jumped over the backup dancers at the center of the walkway before stylishly walking to the extended stage.

A roar of “Jhope” was chanted as he took his earpiece out, listening to thousands of people cheering for him. He was finally loved. He was important like the rest. And you were chanting along with them.

After his performance, Hoseok was drained, having spent almost all his energy solely on impressing you. He didn’t even get to see your reaction. In fact, he didn’t even know where you were standing. He was too enthralled with the cheers of love that were for him.

He gulped down the rest of his water, crushing the bottle and tossing it to the side. The staff dabbed his sweat that drenched all over his body as they made a quick outfit change. He was put in much looser clothing for the medleys.

With the rest of the boys, they roamed to each section of the stage, waving at their screaming fans. Hoseok walked to the left side of the inner stage, blowing kisses. 

He had specifically reserved the general admission standing area for you after you had begged him to. He was hesitant at first, preferring to give you a seat to avoid the competition of that section of the concert. But, he couldn’t deny after you had told him that you wanted to see him in all his glory up close.

He waved at all the fans, trying to secretly look for your figure. The phones and army bombs that were extended in the air made it much more difficult than he had anticipated. Hoseok gave up quickly, walking over to the other side to avoid suspicion.

With the lights dimming out, Hoseok was lowered back down. The stylists rush over to him as he stripped out of his jacket and patted the sweat that ran down his face and arms.

The show wasn’t over.

————-

You stood in the pit, rocking the army bomb in your hand as you waited for the next performance. The tip of your lips was quivering as you anxiously waited. Overall, the concert was an amazing experience. The cheers and chants made you all feel as one. The fireworks that exploded in the sky was a sight to see. You couldn’t help but scream like everyone else at all the boys that you had gone to know over time. But, you noticed that Hoseok had difficulty finding you. You laughed to yourself as he tried to not make it obvious.

An amusing thought popped into your head. Maybe you should just stand still… Would he notice you then?

“What the FUCK!”

You jumped at the sound of a girl that stood next to you. Instantly, green lights flashed from the main stage and ominous music faded in.

The recognizable strings and distorted piano echoed in your ears as the army bombs filled the stadium with its green color. Your breath hitched as the crescendo of the orchestra hit you. The three men ascended from the lift up to the stage, spotlights not on yet.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

It was as if everyone’s scream was in unison. That was the entire reaction as Namjoon’s verse hit, a line of fire shooting up into the air behind him. Your legs felt weak as you bounced along with the rap. Screeches and piercing screams of ridiculously high frequencies slammed straight into your ear as if your jaw crashed onto the concrete ground.

“O-oh…m-my…” You gasped, your lungs desperately grabbing for air. Your eyes were blessed with the most delicious outfits your eyes have ever laid on. Yoongi’s forehead was adorned with a headband and he wore a black jacket that puffed at the bottom. His jewelry that hung around his neck flew in the air as he jumped up and down, hyping up the crowd.

Your eyes caught Namjoon and his bucket hat, wearing a similar jacket to Yoongi. When your eyes laid on Hoseok’s entire look, it was as if your stomach had been crushed.

“What in the FUCK-” You screeched as your mouth hung open. The chain that dangled from his cargo pants and the cargo pants itself made you scream so loud that you weren’t even sure if that was you anymore. Had a demon come and possessed your body? It seemed so. That tight ass harness that clasped over his chest and the fact that his hair was semi-wet… You were done for. Jung Hoseok had won.

When he turned around, you saw this armor type look on the back of the harness. Your mouth felt dry as you screamed your lungs out.

“HOSEOK! JUNG HOSEOK COME OVER HERE NOW!”

He had not heard you. Of course, he wouldn’t. Your voice faded out with the rest of the screams and fanchats of “YOU’RE MY TEAR”. Hoseok walked over back to the left side of the stage, eyes scanning as he carried himself with charisma. When he met your eyes, despite everything that tried to obstruct his view, it was as if time stopped. He had never seen u scream so loudly.

And it was for him.

His heart warmed despite rapping away at the dark reality that love wasn’t solely of happy as they thought it was. Hoseok tilted his head back, giving you a smirk. The rest of the crowd around him screamed, but he knew that in the end, you knew exactly who it was for. He walked back to the center of the stage, behind Yoongi, waiting for the last verse.

A burst of short flames shot in the air as he walked closer and closer to the camera. Hoseok closed his eyes as he shouted the last few lines. His knees bent, his hands coming up to clasp each side of his sparkly mic. His skin was glowing under the spotlights, his hair falling over his face beautifully.

As the song faded out and the lights dimmed, he pointed at the camera before turning around.

Luck was truly on your side.

————-

“Woo!”

A loud ensemble of clapping commenced as the 7 members were greeted by staff and their families at the end of the concert.

As Hoseok smiled lovingly at his parents and older sister, he caught you in an embrace.

“Hi~” He cooed, rocking your body back and forth.

“Hi, Hoseok~”

“How was it?” He asked, nudging his head into you.

“Wow… I was speechless. I really liked it. Especially Tear. I almost fainted.”

“Wait really? What was so special about Tear?” He questioned, giving you a questioning glance.

“You already know, I bet.” You joked, punching his side. “Your outfit. I swear I almost felt my heart stop.” You exaggerated, lifting your hands up and down.

“You almost went into cardiac arrest because of my outfit?” He asked in disbelief, his face morphed in the notorious ‘disgusted’ look.

“Of course! The whole time, I was thinking ‘Jung Hoseok, step on me!’ while giving you heart eyes and whatever.”

“You thought WHAT?” He shrieked, “No! What the fuck?! Why would I step on you? And I was here, being so nervous that, I, was going to die on stage!”

“Jung Hoseok, I swear if you when I come again for day 2, you will step on me with that outfit, or I’ll MAKE YOU!” You grabbed onto both sides of his body, shaking him in your arm.

You were given many stares and awkward laughs in the room, but the two of you ignored it. You were on an important mission.

“Hyung… what’s going on…?” Jungkook asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

“Kook don’t worry about it.” Namjoon gave him a forced smile. “It’s the struggles of being in a relationship. Compromises are important if you’re in one.”

“Sound scary…”

“You’ll understand… Maybe not to this degree but… Yeah… Actually, I agree. It is scary. More like, they’re scary.”

[shy-fairy-levele3]

Beauty School Drop Out

Dawn drops out of beauty school when she makes one mistake too many and runs to her sister for comfort, instead she gets a serenade!

AO3  

Dawn stood outside of the Sugar Shack with no small amount of nerves. She pulled at the sleeve of her coat, and worried her bottom lip with her teeth as she studied the neon glow of the diner’s OPEN sign. It was a fifty’s style dinner owned by the local eccentric, a black woman known as Sweet Plum. With one final adjustment to the kerchief covering her hair and a deep breath Dawn pulled the door open and walked inside.

Marianne stood behind the little podium next to the “please wait to be seated” sign. Like all the staff it looked as though she had just stepped out of the past.  She was wearing a white t-shirt and a lavender coloured poodle skirt. Her head was bent inspecting the seating plan.

“I’ll be right with you-” Marianne started to say when she looked up and saw her sister standing there; her professional manner went right out the window.

“DAWN!” Marianne shouted in surprise, hustling over to her sister and pulling her into a tight hug, planting an army of kisses to her forehead.

Marianne pushed Dawn out, but kept her hands on her shoulder’s to inspect her.

“I didn’t expect to see you for another two weeks! Did something happen? Are you okay?” Marianne’s voice turned to instant concern. As happy as she was to see her little sister earlier than expected it could only mean something must have happened.

The look on Dawn’s face must have conveyed more emotion than she had wanted it to. Dawn couldn’t lie to save her life and to pretend that everything was fine would just be foolish.

Marianne dropped the tough sister act, and her voice fell with her shoulders, “you dropped out didn’t you?”

The tears that had been threatening since sometime yesterday finally released from Dawn’s eyes and she snuggled her way back into her sister’s embrace.

Marianne squeezed her sister a little tighter as she burrowed into her shoulder. Marianne awkwardly patted Dawn’s back, in a “there-there” kind of motion that utterly fell flat. If it had of been a boy that broke her sister’s heart Marianne could have riled off a pep-speech about the misery of love and that there would be other boys but this was different. This was Dawn giving up her dream.

“Come on, let’s get out of the doorway” Marianne murmured to her sister, leading Dawn to an empty booth on the far side of the diner where no one was sitting.

Ever since Dawn was little there was only one thing she had ever wanted to be when she grew up. When Marianne was eight and Dawn was five they had been asked to stand in their aunt Vickie’s wedding as flower girls, this included having their hair done professionally at a salon. Dawn had been in awe from the moment they walked in. The glittering silver domes of the hairdryers all set neatly in a row, the ring of naked bulbs around the mirrors at each hairdressers stand. When Dawn saw her reflection for the first time after her pale blonde curls had been all tied up in matching blue ribbons she had almost cried with joy. She looked so pretty and all she wanted from then on was to make everyone feel as happy as she did, and look as beautiful as they felt!

Everything she had done since that day led to her applying to beauty school. Her first part-time job had been at the cosmetics counter at the local drugstore. Dawn wanted to do it all, hair, nails, waxing! She was going to open her own salon upon graduation. It was harder than she imagined.  

As Marianne walked past the counter she mimed to Bog to make up a chocolate milkshake, with lots of whip cream and extra cherries. He was wearing his usual getup of a leather jacket and black denim jeans. His dark brown hair slicked back. He looked like he had just walked off the set of Grease. He nodded to her and Marianne tried not to blush. Bog had only just started working at the Sugar Shack and Marianne already had a crush on him.

“How bad is it?” Marianne asked, having seated Dawn at last.

With big wet puppy-dog eyes Dawn slowly undid the scarf covering her hair.

Marianne’s eyes went wide and she barely stifled a gasp. She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as a snort-giggle worked its way up her throat. Dawn’s luscious baby blonde curls were dyed a pastel blue.

“It’s not funny” Dawn pouted, trying to recover her hair as fresh tears spilled from her eyes.

“No” Marianne agreed shaking her head, still fighting the laughter, “it’s hilarious!”

A few hard giggles fought their way out of her mouth just as Bog dinged the bell on the counter letting Marianne know the milkshake was ready. Marianne hurried over to get it and returned to Dawn with a song on her lips.

“Your story sad to tell,” Marianne began to croon when she placed the shake in front of her sister. “Marianne!” Dawn cried in alarm recognizing the song.

“A teenage ne'er do well, most mixed up non-delinquent on the block” Marianne continued. She would do anything to see her sister be happy again.

“Marianne!” Dawn hissed again, when several patrons turned their heads. She didn’t like all this attention.

“Your future's so unclear now, what's left of your career now? Can't even get a trade in on your smile” Marianne bopped her sister’s nose before backing away from the table a bit.

It was a good thing she could sing, it was part of the job requirement actually. All the staff at the Sugar Shack had to be able to perform a bit.

Marianne threw herself into an impromptu routine “beauty school dropout, no graduation day for you, beauty school dropout, missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo” Marianne sang as she danced along in front of the counter.

“Well at least you could have taken time, to wash and clean your clothes up, after spending all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up” Marianne winked at Bog as she twirled past him

Sunny came out from around the back when he herd Marianne start to sing and was pleasantly surprised to see Dawn, with blue hair, being the object of her serenade.

Dawn caught a glimpse of Sunny and she blushed, he looked so cute in his ice cream parlour outfit!

“Beauty school dropout, hanging around the corner store, beauty school dropout, it's about time you knew the score” Marianne turned and sashayed her hips as she walked back towards Dawn’s table.

She leveled Dawn with a rather sultry glare, “well they couldn't teach you anything, you think you're such a looker,” here Marianne twirled a finger through an errant strand of hair, just the way her ex used to “but no customer will go to you unless she was a hooker!”

Dawn gasped out loud at that then fell into a fit of giggles. She was sure her face was bright red but Marianne was making her feel better.

Marianne made a shooing motion with her hand “baby don't sweat it, you're not cut out to hold a job, better forget it, who wants their hair done by a slob?”

Marianne plopped her but down on Dawn’s table, “now your bangs are curled, your lashes twirled, but still the world is cruel, wipe off that angel face and go back to high school,” her voice got gentler, “Baby don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame!”

Marianne gently rubbed her hand down the side of Dawn’s cheek, “Baby you know it, even dear Abby'd say the same!”

In one swift motion Marianne slid off the table, kicked off her ballet flats and stepped up onto the bench seat across from Dawn’s and up onto the table, “Now I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly, gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky.”

Marianne dramatically raised her arms up over her head and flung them out to the side as she finished on a high note, dragging it out.

Instantly the sound of clapping, cheering and a few wolf whistles fill the little diner.

Marianne was flushed with adrenaline and maybe a little bit of embarrassment as she got down off the table slowly. Bog came over to give her a hand.  They stood face to face for a moment, Marianne’s chest rising and falling as the high of her performance ebbed. Gosh he has the bluest eyes, Marianne thought.

“What do you think of my hair?” Dawn asked, all curious innocents.

Bog coughed and let go of Marianne’s hand, going so far as to take a step back from her but as he turned to look at Dawn Marianne could have sworn she saw him blush, maybe she wasn’t the only one with a little workplace crush.

“It’s a, it’s a” Bog stammered and fiddled with he hands as he looked for the right adjective, he glanced quickly at Marianne, “lovely” he finally decided on, only it came out as a question.

Dawn giggled and took a sip from her shake. “You’re cute, how long have you worked here, what’s your name? This is an amazing milkshake!”

Dawn took another sip of the Milkshake.

Bog’s hand found the back of his neck and he rubbed at it, “umm Bog, Ah’ve been here aboot a month.”

He shrugged his shoulders and chanced a glance at Marianne who was looking at him with smug satisfaction and mirth. She was finding this whole situation very amusing.

“Dawn!” Sunny said as he finally made his way over.

“Sunny!” Dawn said with a squeal of glee at seeing her best friend, “I didn’t know you were working tonight! It’s so good to see you!” She jumped up from the table and pulled Sunny into a tight hug.

Bog took this as his cue to leave.

“Take a break, Sunny” Marianne said, laying a hand on his shoulder when the friends had finally parted. “You want anything else?” she asked as the couple took their seats.

“Yeah, could I please have a vanilla shake, Marianne?” Sunny asked, polite as ever.

“And maybe an order of fries” Dawn piped up, “no wait, make that onion rings!”

“Vanilla shake and onion rings” Marianne repeated as she wrote it down on her note pad, “got it.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait!” Dawn called out, and Marianne turned, note book in hand expecting Dawn to change her order again.

Instead she had a question, “If I’m Frenchy, who does that make you?”

Marianne let her mouth fall into a soft smile, “Rizzo, obviously.”

As Marianne walked out to the kitchen she stole a glance at Bog. Once safely on the other side of the swinging doors she pressed herself against the wall there and sang softly to herself, “but to cry in front of you, that's the worst thing I could do…”