#just gotta make it till graduation...

[clfixationstation]

unfortunately I now understand the sapphics who don't engage much with wlw content because it makes them jealous :(

[captainstarboy]

making a new dc oc like we are so back it’s crazy

[tojikai]

Sundered 7: TIES

Pairing: Gojo x reader

• Part 1  |  Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Alt. Ending

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, mentions of sexual assault

word count: 6.0k

And he was happy. But never the happiest.

Naomi couldn’t count how many calls she had made but the wetness in her cheeks is proof of how frustrated she already is. “Please, pick up.” She bit the inner side of her cheeks, tapping her feet on the tiled floor. Naomi regrets what she did. She regretted that she still proceeded despite knowing how wrong it was.

She warned herself not to be greedy at the beginning of their relationship. She remembered telling him they’d take it step by step, not rushing anything because they were determined to make it work. Now that she’s thinking about it, maybe he’s only determined because he wanted to forget about you so badly.

“Mom, please. He threw me out.” Naomi spoke on the phone, tapping her feet as she stood in the middle of her room with her things around her. She took all the things necessary and left. Satoru would probably put everything she left in the trash but that’s the least of her concern right now. She lost everything she had with Satoru and it’s all because of her stupidity.

“What did you expect? You sexually assaulted my son and you want me to help you?” The woman hissed at her. Naomi was naive; thinking that she’ll have her back just because she wanted her for Satoru. “If anything I could even get you arrested—” She began but Naomi was quick to defend herself.

“You’re part of this. Didn’t you basically tell me to use a child to keep your son?!” Tears of anger pooled in her eyes as her hands shook in fear, fury, and heartbreak. Naomi remembered when Satoru’s mom would free her schedule so she could spend time with him and Yui. She would suggest activities and let Naomi tag along and that’s how they started to fall for each other.

Or rather, that’s how she started to fall for him while he just wanted an escape.

“But I never told you to do that to my son! Naomi, do you really think someone would side with you on this?” Every corner of Naomi’s room felt like they were closing in on her, ready to squeeze her till she was nothing but dust. Of course, no one would be with her. No matter what Satoru’s mother told her, she still chose to follow it so the blame’s on her.

“For someone who finished school with flying colors, your mind is dull.” She chuckled, letting Naomi hear all she truly is. “You got a pretty face, you know? That’s another reason why you caught Satoru’s eyes easily.” At that point, Naomi didn’t know if it was still a compliment. She’s pretty and kind, and smart and perfect for him, like she said. But why can’t she have all of him?

“But I’m afraid that pretty face would be useless now. If I were you I’d go start over alone somewhere far.” She clicked her tongue, cutting Naomi’s thoughts off every time she tried to voice them out. “Like, imagine graduating only to get jailed over some dumb, desperate shit? Naomi, you screwed up. And that’s why you lost all chances with my son.”

Naomi shook her head, the warmness of her emotions dampened the smooth skin of her face. “No, you made me…” She breathed out, covering her mouth before running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t want to do that…No.” She bawled and bawled but the line only went more and more silent.

She fucked up and she’s right. The shame and the loss of self-respect are not something she could live through in this city. She must go, she must leave. Like how they always did when she was a kid; fleeing the scene with her embarrassment of a family who can’t live without humiliating them. They have no decent source of living so they gotta strive.

Now, she’s doing all of it again, all while losing all of it. Again.

“Save yourself. I won’t let them know of your plan. After all, you were once of help to my child. I’m truly sorry.” With that, the call ended; with Naomi sitting on the floor as she put a balled hand over her throbbing chest, and the thought of going away to start as someone new settled in the middle of her head. Naomi learned a lot from all the troubles she went through.

This time, she learned that you could have someone's body but their heart could still be somewhere else.

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“What is it?” Satoru heard through the phone speaker. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes, letting relief flood his veins and calm his shaking flesh. “When are you free?” There was a long pause before Satoru’s father replied, “You know I can make time.” Clearing his throat, Satoru massaged his temples, thanking the heavens that his nightmares weren’t real.

“Let’s meet later if that’s alright.” He whispered, scared that his voice would break. Satoru knows that he is the only link between the relationship of his parents. Just like how his older brother would’ve been the connection his father was hoping to keep his first, real love close. Until they got tired of it all; the matters brought by his mother. And him.

Just like how she drained Satoru out. And right now he just wanted to run away from her too.

“Of course, just send me the exact time.” Satoru nodded as if his father could see him, “Are you alright?” He asked after a few seconds as if sensing the trouble from his son’s voice. “Yeah, much better now, at least.” Satoru rubbed his eyes as he shook his head, eyeing the negative results of the vaginal swab test. “Dad, Mom can’t know.”

He’s almost sure that the request would prompt questions from his father, knowing that he’s aware of how close he is to his Mom. But he was surprised when he simply agreed, murmuring an “Okay.” before letting his son end the call. Satoru pictured him on his office chair as he nodded away, brows furrowed with worry like he always is when it comes to family matters.

When Satoru was a child, his nanny would tell him that his father wasn’t always so workaholic when his ex-wife was still there, co-parenting with him. After she ran away and left, his father started to immerse himself in work more. He knows that he tried with his mother since they were already there and married. But it was just never the same.

His father was happy with them. But he could never be the happiest again.

Leaning back on the chair, he put a hand over his eyes and let his frustrations stream down his cheeks. He let out a shaky sigh, grabbing the papers before looking at them in a brighter light. It’s negative. Nothing happened. You woke him up just in time. He tapped on Naomi’s contact, quickly typing his last message before attaching a photo of the results.

‘I’m mailing the rest of your things tomorrow.’ It only took a minute for her to respond with an apology but Satoru doesn’t care anymore to read it. He blocked the number as soon as he made sure that she received and read the message. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near her.

He knows he is wrong for not telling her about his feelings as soon as he can. But that doesn’t equal what she did to him and what she almost got them into. Satoru checked the clock before sending the time to his father, hoping to end all of this mess before the mess ended him.

His mother has been calling him nonstop, and he always had to pretend that he was not home during the previous days. He stayed in watching movies with his little girl, sending you videos and pictures every now and then. He slept in her room during those days, a desperate attempt to calm his brain down. His head hurts from overthinking.

Putting the papers back into the envelope, Satoru took it with him to his room. He made sure to put it in his bedside drawer, just in case some other shit comes up. If this happened before, he’d probably think that Naomi is not that kind of person. But after what she did to him, all of the trust and admiration she has for her went to waste.

Changing into something more comfortable, Satoru tried to take a quick nap. He doesn’t want to look this tired when he meets his father. He’d probably convince him to get a general checkup just to make sure that nothing was wrong. Satoru knows that if it weren’t for him, his father wouldn’t ever put up with his mom. He’d probably spend his whole life searching for his ex-wife.

A few hours of nap felt like nothing because when Satoru woke up, he still felt tired. The only difference is his heartbeat doesn’t sound like it’s trying to come out of his chest anymore unlike when he was waiting for the results. A little progress is still progress; just like how he’s trying to make it all up to you.

If Satoru’s being honest, he’d fall down to his knees and beg you to take him back if you asked him to do it. The only thing stopping him is his brain telling him how happy you are right now and how he wouldn’t want to destroy that. He can’t force himself to stop thinking about you but he can force himself to move on if it’s for you.

Satoru leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, reading a text from his father saying that he was on his way. Another text was from you; it was a picture of Yui holding up a coloring book and a crayon. He was just with her earlier but he misses her already. He wondered if he could visit when he doesn’t have other things to do even if it’s not his schedule yet.

Sending a response with a small smile on his face, Satoru heard the doorbell ring, signaling his father’s arrival. He peeked through the spaces of his window curtains to ensure that it was him before opening the door. Satoru’s still unsure of what he’ll say but he hopes that his father can give him a better solution.

Satoru thought that if he ever cut ties with his mother, it’d be for you and Yui’s safety. He didn’t think that it’d be for him too. “Dad,” He gave his father a hug as he stepped in, following his son as they walked to his house. “What’s going on?” He asked as soon as Satoru closed the door. They walked to the kitchen, settling on one of the barstools.

“It’s because of mom…” He began, placing a glass pitcher atop the counter.

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“Smile~ We’ll send this to Dada.” You cooed, pointing at the camera as you tried to take a picture of your daughter. At first, she didn’t want to do it, wanting nothing but to play with her book and crayons but when she heard that her Dad wanted to know about it, she got real creative with the pose. “You don’t listen to Mama, anymore.” You pouted at her as you hit send.

She scrunched her nose, sticking out her tongue at you before picking on her colors. You still can’t forget how dead Satoru looked when he dropped Yui off. You wondered what he talked about with his mother that caused him to be like that. Even with the soft tone of his voice, you could hear roughness that probably came from the lack of sleep.

If it concerns you, then you definitely have to know. His mother probably said something bad about you, but you doubt that it’s affecting Satoru by how he was talking and looking at you. He just looked so done with all of it, but even so, there was still a tender look in his eyes when they met yours.

You sighed while looking at your phone as you waited for a text from Toji. He’s been so busy with work lately, you’re just glad that you already talked about your problems. You had a feeling that it wouldn’t end well had it stayed unsaid for a couple more days. It wasn’t completely back to normal, but at least, you’re both trying to make it better for each other.

“I would try,” He whispered to your ear as he hugged you from behind, “I can’t promise not to think of her–“ You turned around, looking up at him with a solemn look in your eyes, “I’m not asking you to not think of her, that’d be selfish of me.” He nodded, kissing your forehead, “Alright, what I mean is, I won’t make any comparisons.” You hummed.

“I need you to stop worrying about Satoru and I.” You put your head on his chest, “I know it’s easier said than done, but I just want you to know that I am with you.” Your fingers traced figured on his skin, “I’m keeping that in mind.” He placed his cheek on top of your head, sighing deeply as he let go of you.

“I’m taking Megumi to my Mom’s.” He pushed your hair back with his fingers, making your eyes flutter close as you felt his face get closer to yours and his breath ghosting on your lips. “I’ll see you later.” He pecked your lips, “Take care, I love you.” He murmured as he gave you a long kiss, before turning to get their stuff.

One thing that you notice about Toji is that he never waits for you to say anything back. You don’t want to take the words lightly, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t feel the same way as him. You still have a long way to go, and you don’t want to rush anything. When you mention it to him, he just says that he needs you to hear it.

“Mama, look!” Your daughter pulled you out of your head as she showed you a picture of a cat, “Dada buy Yui.” You looked closely at the picture, laughing as you realized that she was talking about the cake that they ate. “Yeah, you're right! That's what Dada bought you!.” You patted her head as she giggled.

“Yui, baby. Did meemaw come to see you?” You held her small hands, trying to keep her attention to you. “No. No meemaw.” She pulled at your hair gently, trying to color it with her crayons. “What about…what about Naomi?” You can’t help but chuckle as she pretended to think, eyes looking up as she pouted her lip.

“No Naomi!” Her answer gave you a bit of an insight. You would assume that maybe she was just busy, but hearing about how Satoru’s mother reduced her workload made you doubt it. Satoru sent you tons of pictures during his time with her but you thought that Naomi just wasn’t in the frame.

If the ‘talk’ between her and Satoru didn’t end well, you could only assume that he already told her about it. He’s probably down because he wouldn’t want to hurt her like that. With all the progress Satoru has made, you doubt that he’d be so happy to have broken a heart. She was still once a friend to him.

A heavy feeling settles in the middle of your chest, like an anchor weighing your heart down, thinking about how his mother would probably find a reason to drag you for it. But if that’s the case, you’re sure that Satoru wouldn’t let harm come to you.

With how gentle Naomi was, you couldn’t think of a worse thing to happen.

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“What did she do this time?” His father looked away, clicking his tongue. If one would ask Satoru, his parents would’ve probably divorced years ago if it weren’t for him. His father knows how he is with his mother, and the thought of giving him a hard time switching between the two of them pained him.

Satoru wished that he thought about it too before he decided to go and selfishly start over with someone else. Your words the night he confessed to you echoed in his head. He came to a realization that you probably wanted to ask him to come back but held yourself back as he let you know how happy he was with Naomi.

And he was happy. But just like his father, he was never the happiest.

“I don’t really know how to open this up to you…” He bit his lip, “…But I just want this to be over, Dad.” Satoru felt so vulnerable at that moment. The only time he had a talk this serious with his Dad was when he found out about your pregnancy. It was just more of a news, unlike right now, which is a call for help.

“Naomi…Mom and Naomi talked about…” His father’s eyes coaxed him as if sensing his distress. “Naomi tried to…” Shaking his head, Satoru breathed out. “Naomi wanted to conceive. Because our relationship was falling apart.” He can see his Dad’s brows pull together to a scowl, probably getting a hint of what happened.

“She talked to Mom about it and she…” The man sat up straight, bouncing his leg like he already knew what his wife did. “She said Mom brought up the thing about how you and him got together.”It was hard to talk about this to his father, knowing how sensitive it can be for him. “Naomi told me about it. I recorded it, just in case—”

“Satoru, what did your girlfriend do?” Satoru looked down, fingers fidgeting like he was a kid again. “And your mother’s involved? What happened?” Rubbing his face, Satoru threw away all his fears. If he’s not going to fix these problems, then who will? “She got me drunk, and then she tried to sleep with me.” He blinked fast, watching his father’s face.

“I heard her talking to Mom on the phone, and I took it from her. That’s how I found out that she played a part in all of it.” It was hard for him to accept. The person he used to protect, the one he always tried to understand was the same person who betrayed and put him in this position; the position that also made his father the person he is today.

Another long silence surrounded them. His father’s hand was balled into a fist, covering his mouth as he blankly stared at the marble surface. “Where’s Naomi?” His father pulled out his phone, and Satoru could tell just what he was about to do. “I don’t know. I’m sending her things away. I’m cutting her off. I’m filing a protective order against her and mom–“

Satoru didn’t get to finish his sentence before his father spoke again, probably finally taking in the information he just provided him. “I’m divorcing your mother.” His mouth fell half-open. His voice was low, serious, and full of all the grief that he’s been feeling for years ever since he lost his first wife and son. “And I’m sending that woman to jail.” He added, raising a finger.

“There’s…I don’t want that.” He breathed out, earning a questioning look from his dad. “You don’t have to send her to jail. I…I messed up if I just told her that I still have feelings for Y/N, then she wouldn’t have resorted to that. She wouldn’t have talked to Mom and this wouldn’t have happened.” He stood up, leaning on the counter as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Satoru thought about it too when he caught her in the act. But after some reflection, he realized his shortcomings, his mistake of not just telling her about what was really going on. Even though there was no excuse for what she did, Satoru can’t help but feel like he’s the one who caused all of this to happen. And he probably really is; a victim of his foolish choices.

“But other than that, I don’t want Y/N and Yui to be caught up in this. I don’t want to expose them to this kind of problem, they’ve been through so much because of me already. I just want to do better this time.” Thinking about dragging you into another mess made Satoru feel weak. He promised to make it up to you, and he’d do anything to prove that.

His father put his phone down on the table, taking in a deep breath just to calm himself. “But you’re not stopping me from divorcing your mother.” Satoru doesn’t know if it’s right to agree to that. It felt like he was encouraging the separation of his parents; celebrating his mother’s heartbreak.

But his father’s been suffering heartbreak for years. It’s only fair to set him free.

“It’s up to you. I…” Satoru shook his head, sure of the decision he was about to make. “...I don’t think I can just forgive and forget what she did. It’s not something small, and I’m not a kid anymore, Dad.” His eyes itched, ready to let his tears go any minute. “I don’t even know if I still want to be associated with her.” He turned away, sighing as he blinked away his pain.

When he and Naomi went for the examination, he made her spill all the details regarding the said conversation with his mother. It took everything in him not to fly into a rage while breaking down as he heard of it. All this time, his mother saw him as a pawn to keep his father, regardless of whose life she was tearing down; Satoru’s, his father's ex-wife, and his first son.

“I wanted to take you away when you were a kid.” His father admitted, looking ahead as he reminisced of the decisions he made. “I wanted to just take you and raise you with your brother. Of course, with the hopes of getting my ex-wife back.” He leaned back, tapping on the screen of his phone. The bitter tone in his voice can’t be missed.

“That was my plan when I found out about you. But when you were about a year and a half old, she disappeared. All I knew was she was…tired; drained of all the chaos that our son and her were exposed to. What with having to co-parent with me as I was with your mother.” His eyes played the emotions he chose to hide away many years ago.

“I know you know about this. She and I got divorced. I thought it was over for us, I thought I made the right decision to turn away and try another start. And I was dating your mother. Then we had you.” His arms were crossed and Satoru could almost see the similarities between his feelings to how he used to feel about yours and his relationship.

“Then, realization came running for me; haunting me in my sleep. I was ready to get her back again, but it was too late. She was already gone.” Satoru absently poured water for his Dad, listening intently to his story. “So, I felt like the only thing to do was to marry your Mom. I reminded myself that still have you, I can’t just spiral down.” He smiled at Satoru.

“I tried to convince, tried to brainwash myself that it’d be fine. That I could learn to love her and I did. Just not the kind of love that lovers have.” If his mother could hear his Dad right now, she’d get shattered. Satoru doesn’t want to see that, but she would have to. She has to understand that she’s putting this man through.

“I loved her because she loves me; because she cares for you and me.” Leaning over to pick up his glass, he looked his son in the eyes. “But true love is unconditional, Satoru. It should not have a reason.” He took a sip, pursing his lips before continuing. “Reasons might vanish, and when it does, so will the love you feel for that person.”

In the middle of it all, Satoru could only think of you. Why does he love you? When did he realize that he loves you? How did it happen? He doesn’t have an answer for it. He cannot find a reason for it. He doesn’t remember loving you just because you put up with him, he doesn’t remember falling for you just because of the life you created together.

All that he knows is that one day, he woke up and he already knew that he was in love with you. Like he’s been doing it for years; like that’s all he’s ever known.

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“I’ll keep in contact with you regarding the proceedings.” Satoru’s father spoke on the phone, stepping inside his mansion and smiling at his helpers. He asked Satoru if he wanted to have a word with his mother but the thought of having to look at her after what she tried to make his ex-girlfriend do makes him feel dizzy.

“Honey, you’re home.” The woman tried to welcome him with a kiss and open arms but he quickly turned his head, rejecting her. “Come up to my office, we got something to talk about.” The mask of a loving wife was quickly covered with fear and dread.

“What about in our room? So, you can rest.” She nodded her head once, trying to coax him but he was tired of closing his eyes and numbing his heart from feeling the pain and regret of having to lose the love of his life for the comfort that this woman offered him before. “In my office. It’s not a small matter that I could sleep on.”

Leaving the woman baffled, he made his way upstairs, not waiting for her to walk beside him. There was a deafening silence in the big room, save from the footsteps of her husband and the door of his office slamming with such force that it sent a crack in her heart.

She took a deep breath and ran her palm on top of her dress, thinking of all the reasons she could give him just to prove her innocence. She didn’t want any of that to happen. She didn't think that Naomi could be so dumb as to come up with such a heinous and unpleasant plan.

That wasn’t even what she did to Satoru’s father. It was just working to keep them together. And that’s why Satoru came.

With her found determination, she held her head high. Swallowing the terror rising up her throat as she let her thoughts convince her that she did nothing wrong. She never explicitly told Naomi to do that, she’s the one who schemed that. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

She walked up the stairs, caressing the smooth, cold surface of the handrail. Satoru wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. He’s her boy, her pride and joy. He’s the only ally she had when his father was openly pushing her away.

Satoru wouldn’t just ruin what she and his father had because of baseless information from his sick girlfriend. Entering the office, the man sat on his swivel chair. Forehead pressed to the heel of his hand. “What is it, dear?” She smiled sweetly at her husband, appearing unaware of what he had in mind.

Oh, how she wished she was just unaware of it all. She wished that she didn't know what the problem was. She wished it wasn’t what she thought it was and that she was just overthinking because of how– “I want a divorce.” Those four words halted the spinning of her world.

“What?” She raised her brows, checking if it was just her mind playing tricks on her and making her hallucinate. “I want a divorce. And I want it as soon as possible.” His eyes no longer held any emotions towards her; no sadness, bitterness, fading love. None. Not even pity.

“Listen, honey, I didn’t think that Naomi would do–“ She took quick steps towards him, hoping to get him to listen. “So, you knew about it?” He glared at her, “You knew about it and you didn’t tell me anything?” He shook his head, and she could only open her mouth.

“Doesn’t matter. Satoru told me everything.” He stood up from his seat, towering over her as he stared her down. “It’s nothing like that–“ She breathed out, panicking. “I’m not really interested in what you told Naomi. I’m just thankful that my son’s safe.” He stepped away from her.

“What I want to do right now, is to be free from this.” It’s over for her. All the alibis that she was composing, thinking of for this moment are useless. He doesn’t need an explanation, this was simply the final push that he needed to kick her out of his life. And probably out of Satoru’s too.

“Please, don’t do this. We’re already too old to–“ She tried to grab his hand and he only grabbed it with the other to put it away. “You’re right. We’re too old, our son’s too old for me to still pretend that we want to be in this position.” Shaking her head, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way. “Please, listen. I wouldn’t do something that could harm–“

“I know,” His voice was calm. “Of course, to harm him wasn’t your intention, right?” She nodded eagerly, thinking that he was finally listening to her. “But you wanted to decide for him. You got in between him and Y/N, then pushed this woman on him because you thought you knew best for your son.” Tears fell down her eyes, and she lost all hope.

“Now, look at what you did to him.” He gritted his teeth, stepping forward to get her out of his way. “But this is not just about our son anymore. This is also about me, finally choosing to do what I should’ve done a long time ago.” Opening the door, he spoke to her one last time. “All you have to do is sign. The actions that your son will take is all up to him.”

With that, he left her with all of the nightmares of their past coming back. How he only wanted the best for his sons, how he wanted to take full custody of Satoru, how he wanted to get back together with his ex-wife, and how he only married her because she was gone. She was never the first option. She was never the original pick.

She wasn’t chosen, she just happened to be already there.

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“Hey,” You heard Satoru speak as Toji opened the door for him, nodding. This was kind of similar to how they first saw each other but you’re just glad that this time, it’s a lot calmer. Megumi ran to his father, peeking up at Satoru as he waved at him.

“Yui, your Dada’s here.” Toji left the door open to let Satoru in. Megumi was holding onto his pants, staring back at Satoru. “Yui Dada,” He picked his toy up, staring at a distance before walking closer to him. “Blue!” You laughed from the kitchen, as you packed some snacks for the little girl.

Today, you’re going to the zoo as Yui requested. The animal drawings from her coloring book got her asking you to call her Dada late at night, just to babble about it. “He’s referring to your eyes,” Toji spoke as he went back to the living room to pick up some of the toys.

“Megumi, it’s not good to point at people, what did I tell you?” He warned the toddler as he went back to your room, eyes meeting yours as you made your way to Yui's room. “Ah, yes. Yui and I have the same eyes.” Satoru smiled at the child.

“Dada!” Yui ran towards him, stomping her shoes extra hard to show him how they light up with dancing colors. “Woah! Did Mama buy you those shoes?” He opened his arms, urging the little girl to run to him and she happily did, giggling as she nodded. “It’s awesome!” You smiled at how he tried to flatter his child, encouraging her to do a little jump.

“Where are we going today?” You asked her in a playful tone as you put the lunch bags on the coffee table in front of them. “Zoo!” You watched a Satoru give her a sincere smile, patting her hair gently while complimenting her little butterfly clips. “I’m sure Megumi’s been to the zoo before.” He poked the little boy's tummy.

“Yeah. Animals. Bears and lions.” He stood behind you, peeking at Satoru as he talked. Megumi isn’t usually shy, but he doesn’t easily warm up to people. “We went there on his second birthday.” You almost jumped at Toji’s voice behind you as he picked up his child. “He’s a smart kid.” Satoru answered with a friendly smile.

“You guys should come. If you want..” It surprised you that he was initiating something like that. Although, you know that Toji wouldn’t be so comfortable with that and would most likely reject the offer, it’s still nice to see that Satoru’s trying to make an effort to get along with him.

“That’d be nice but his grandma's waiting for him,” Toji answered, chuckling awkwardly. “Dada work,” Megumi added, earning a hum from his Dad. Making sure that the bag is packed with everything Yui needs, you zipped it up. “You ready to go now?” You tapped the toddler’s cheek, feeling Satoru’s gaze at you.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Standing up with his daughter in his arms, he took the bag from your hands. He put the toddler down to hug her friend goodbye, before walking hand in hand with her outside. You laughed at how she kept squealing with each step she took, looking up to see her Dad’s reaction.

“You guys have fun, alright? I’ll just lock the doors before we go.” Toji pulled you to him, giving you a kiss. “I’ll be back later.” You put your hand around his neck, standing on your tippy toes before pecking his neck. With that, you walked out the door to join your toddler who was patiently waving at you from her car seat.

“Okay, it’s zoo time!” You wiggled your brows at her as you slammed the door shut, making her giggle. You checked your face in the mirror, trying to ignore Satoru’s soft eyes as he watched you. “How are you?” You tried to start a conversation but it was quickly interrupted as you searched around for your daughter’s binky.

“Maybe we left it inside,” Satoru spoke, opening Yui’s bag to help you find it. “Yui, where did you put it?” Remembering how she placed it on the coffee table as she showed off her outfit to her father, you started to unbuckle your seatbelts but Satoru stopped you. “It’s alright, I’ll get it.” He was already stepping out of the car before you could stop him.

Satoru jogged up your steps, knocking a few times before proceeding to open the door. Toji was just about to open it for him when he entered, “It’s Yui’s pacifier. She left it.” He put on the most polite smile he could muster, wanting nothing but to get rid of the awkwardness between them if they were both going to be in your life.

“Oh, alright. I thought it was someone else.” Toji let out a rather awkward chuckle, not knowing how else to react or what else to say. But just as Satoru uttered ‘thanks’, Toji remembered the thing he’s been thinking of for almost a week now. “Uh, Satoru,” He called, making him pause as he held the door open.

Her brows raised, waiting for him to say something. Toji doesn’t know if you’d be happy about this but it’s better than just letting his feelings, thoughts, and opinions all pile up inside of him. This is for you and Yui. Not just for him.

“I’ve been thinking about our situation with Y/N and… I was wondering if you could set aside a bit of your time for a chat?”

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[leaderwonim]

LET THE BEST PLAYER WIN.

pairing: tennisplayer!sunghoon x film major!fem!reader

summary: everybody knew park sunghoon, the tennis player at harvard that was most likely going to go pro as soon as he graduated. determined to get closer to him to gather videos for her final, film student nishimura yn tries to find out more about the infamous tennis player everybody seemed to talk about.

warnings: mentions of excessive drinking and smoking (please don’t do any, your bodies are precious 🙏), they’re both lowk bad people LOL, nonconsensual filming (not sexually)

“Whoa there,” you say, camera loosely hanging around your neck as you watch Park Sunghoon slam his racket on the floor till the strings popped out.

“What?!” He screamed, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He takes a deep breath, realizing that he has too much of a reputation to lose it over too little of frustration.

“Hey, don’t mind me.” You lift your hands in surrender, “just gotta film something for my final, you know.”

“Film major?” Sunghoon scoffs, throwing his now broken racket to the side as he shuffles through his gym bag for another. “Funny.”

“Very funny,” you shrug. “When I get into a big studio and start making films that blows up Hollywood, Park.”

“I’m just saying,” Sunghoon doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on his footwork. “You got into Harvard and you’re doing film?”

“You got into Harvard by doing tennis.” You snark back. “I think we’re on the same page.”

Sunghoon laughs, and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard such thing from the boy. The only things you do hear is his groans of frustration and grunts as he hits the ball back and forth.

“Not bad,” he compliments you, finally deciding to turn over. “Want to get beer tonight?”

“I thought athletes don’t drink?” You sit up straight from your previous position on one of the plastic chairs placed near the players that oversaw the whole tennis court.

“Pft, which liar told you that?” Sunghoon packs away his things, and despite having played for 3 hours, he still looks as good as ever. “How do you think I keep sane in tennis? Medication? Fuck no.”

For the first time, you see a glint in Sunghoon’s eyes, one that wasn’t the competitive glint he wore like a blood sucking cheetah every tournament.

By the end of the night, you realize that Park Sunghoon can really drink.

He’s downed 6 shots already, but his face is still as bright as ever. In fact, he asks for three more.

“The adrenaline is similar to playing tennis.” He says with his oh so cheeky smile.

As soon as the server passes Sunghoon his drinks, he wraps one arm around your shoulder, cheering, “to Nishimura Y/N, the film major at Harvard!”

You laugh, pointing your camera at his smiling face. He’s too drunk to notice you recording, swaying you side to side as the alcohol consumes his living thoughts.

🎾 ⊹ ‧

You’re pleasantly surprised when Park Sunghoon invites you to one of his matches. It’s not a state competition—but it’s his competition that he invited you to nonetheless.

Your eyes rush back and forth from Sunghoon to his opponent, the ball stroke faster and faster until your head starts hurting from cranking too close. It was a match against Stanford, Sunghoon was playing against a girl named Kelsley Aptos, who was stunning enough to make your film pop.

You cracked your neck before taking out your camera, recording the two competing. As soon as Kelsley misses the ball, you stop filming, standing up to applaud Sunghoon.

The girl isn’t happy, in fact, she’s almost furious with the way her lip twitches. But she does as any good sport would do, shake Sunghoon’s hand and tell him good game.

“I like your skirt,” Sunghoon tells her, licking his lips which were now dry from all the playing. “It’s pretty.”

“Well thanks Park,” she replies. “I like your stance.”

You’ll never understand the way athletes compliment each other—and hell you probably never will since you’ve practically signed your life to the film industry.

He grins, then makes his way to you. “You see how I beat Aptos? She was great, stunning.”

You don’t know why your stomach churns at the way he describes her. Was it jealousy? It couldn’t be; you barely knew Sunghoon, so why the hell were you genuinely upset over him calling Kelsley Aptos stunning?

“C’mon,” he draws you to his side, way too close for two people who’ve only gotten to know each other in the span of two days. “I believe we have to celebrate with drinks.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

If there’s one thing about Park Sunghoon that you’re utterly confused by is his lack of self control.

On the court, he’s insane, unbeatable, practically a God in the world of tennis. But after tennis, after the matches, he’s chugging down as many alcoholic beverages as he can take, which is far too many a person—much less a college athlete—should inhale.

Sunghoon liked it though. He liked the way the liquor burned as it went down his throat, he liked the way it cooled in his body and how lightheaded he felt everytime he’d drink. When he wasn’t drinking, he was smoking.

You two were perched on lawn chairs, on opposite ends of each other. The chairs oversaw the beach near Harvard, and you could hear the whoosh of the waves as it drew closer.

“Your coach would kill you,” you said, grinning as you watched him inhale the cigarette. He’s not sober, clearly, but his stamina is good enough that he could make out his surroundings and conversations.

“He totally would.”

You perch your camera up on your knee, secretly recording Sunghoon as he leaned his head against the chair. Although he claims he’s so out of it, he looks so beautiful.

“Will you teach me tennis one day, Park?”

He lifts his head up slightly, eyes making direct contact with yours. “Will you teach me film?”

You nod, and he does too.

“Then it’s a deal Nishimura.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

Sunghoon is a bad influence.

You can tell now that you’ve known him for a month and by the way he drags you into parties, your little camera still dangling around your neck like it was engraved there.

“You know what they would say if they saw Harvard’s precious athlete partying his ass off on a Wednesday night?” Sunghoon yells over the music.

“What?” You yell back.

“How preposterous!”

The two of you giggle loudly at that, bodies so close to each other that it looks like you’re making out to anyone who wasn’t closely paying attention.

“Hey Y/N,” he says, and as you look up, his eyes are already meeting yours. “I like you a lot.”

You smile at that, letting Sunghoon lean in and kiss you right there and then.

It just felt right. So right. Like a missing piece of a puzzle was finally discovered.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

It feels like you’re discovering a new piece of Park Sunghoon everyday as you get to know more of him.

He was no longer Harvard star tennis player Park Sunghoon, but your boyfriend Park Sunghoon.

It felt weird, but giddy. Girls who had thrown themselves on him before backed off with fury, wondering why a random film student of all people got with their beloved athlete.

You don’t mind that Sunghoon loves tennis, you really don’t. You know he wants to go pro, it’s all he’s ever talked about on your dates and calls.

“I’m gonna make it to the Olympics.” He says. “You’ll see.”

“I’m sure I will Hoonie.”

What you do mind is the fact that Sunghoon loves tennis too much. His fixation with the sport concerns you, but that’s just what happens when you’ve been playing since you were 3, isn’t it? The sport becomes one with you.

“Park Sunghoon! How was your match?” The interviewer asks, shoving his microphone into Sunghoon’s face.

“Oh it was great man, lovely weather.”

“Mhm, a great warm glow over Boston today! Have you always loved tennis this much?”

“Yes, honestly, tennis is my number one. It’s the reason I breathe and live today.”

He doesn’t mention anything about you when asked about what he loved. He never did. It was always the same thing.

Tennis, tennis, tennis.

If you hadn’t seen the red flags that were ringing before, you clearly were now.

“Are you seriously upset I didn’t mention you in my interview?” Sunghoon asks, biting into his apple angrily.

“Yes! It’d be nice for you to mention me once in your interview but you never do! It’s always the same bullshit Hoon!”

“I love tennis, why can’t I talk about it? It’s what the people want! They watch me for tennis, they don’t watch me for some stupid relationship.”

“Oh, so this is relationship is stupid to you now?”

“You’re twisting my words and you fucking know it.”

You and Sunghoon haven’t talked in over a week. All because you had practically begged him just to talk about you once. Was it so hard for him to show appreciation to his own girlfriend?

It didn’t help when you went to try and visit him on the court, practicing what you were going to say. He was already too engrossed in his conversation with Kelsley Aptos, their proximity dangerously close.

Fine. You think. If Park Sunghoon wants to play this way, we can fucking play it this way.

The next thing you knew, the headlines were filled with PARK SUNGHOON, HARVARD STAR ATHLETE CAUGHT EXCESSIVELY DRINKING AND SMOKING, blaring all over Boston, with the clips from your camera being right on the front page.

[kissitbttr]

eddie earns his first blowjob from his mean cheerleader girlfriend

warning: 18+, oral receiving, insecure eddie,

a/n: this was requested but i lost the ask lmao, enjoy. also not really that filthy xx

-

sex has never been his forte,

sure he jerks himself off and has a pile of porn magazines stacked underneath his bed but never actually experienced… sex.

girls aren’t exactly lining up to be getting dicked down by him. not when you’re the town freak. if anything, they avoid him like a plague. the only time girls want to be around eddie is just so that he can give them free greens and nothing else. he’s not stupid, he can tell what their true intentions are.

so when y/n came into his life. he has no idea what to expect. obviously, she’s far more experienced and skilled when it comes to it and it makes him feel slightly insecure. and jealous too. because he knows all of her exes were handsome jocks who probably scored more than twenty girls in their lives. no doubt that they had given her so much pleasure than he could possibly offer.

he wants to make her feel good. he really does.

“so, steve and robin gave me these” she pulls up two DVDs and show them to him. “evil dead and carrie. which one do you like best?”

he cocks an eyebrow, eyes switching between the two films. “i thought you wanted chick flicks or something like that?”

she shrugs, deciding to put evil dead on the player. “horror movies make me horny. and what better way to watch it than with my favorite man, hm?”

he chuckles nervously when she shoots him a wink and a smile. flirtatious one. “usually girls get horny when they see porn. but oh, not you. pretty fucked up if i might say.”

“you love it” she responds, crawling beside him as they both lay comfortably on her bed. “how’s your day, baby”

he puffs out a long exaggerated breath. “kind of shit, ms.O'Donnell been up my ass about the last assignment. she wanted me to re-do it.”

“aw that sucks” she pouts, running her fingers through his hair. “want me to beat her up for you?”

“no, i’m good” he laughs, not wanting her to do something that’ll damage her academics. the thing is about y/n, when she says something along the lines of ‘beating someone up’ you better not take it lightly.

because she will do it.

“too bad. I’d love to see her blood pouring out of those nostrils.” she sighs, plopping her head down on his chest as she hooks her leg with his. his arm wraps around her body protectively. “the offer still stands.”

“hey, enough of that would ya?” he kisses the crown of her head, smiling to himself. “as sexy as it is to see you get violent, the consequences will be ten times worse if you punch a teacher.”

“just gotta wait till graduation then.” she innocently replies, finger drawing circles on his chest.

halfway through the movie, eddie is trying his best to keep his focus on the plot. but she’s making it so hard for him to do so. she continuously shifts her weight on him, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his hard shaft with an innocent ‘oops’ every time she does it.

they’ve been together for almost a month and he hasn’t gotten used to the effect she has on him. it’s frustrating how he can’t control his thoughts and clammy palms whenever she puts her hands on his body.

“you okay?” she wonders, looking up at him with her doe eyes and playful smile. “you feel so tense, teddy”

“y-yeah” he stammers as his focus remains fixed on the screen. “just uhm, peachy”

peachy?? who the fuck says that?!

she hums in response, moving her mouth to attach itself on his neck with fingers moving down south to softly palm him over the thick material of his pants. he takes in a deep breath at the touch, finding it more difficult to think straight with her lips on him.

“y/n” he calls her softly, hand gripping tightly around her waist as he feels himself grow even more. “sweetheart i-“

she shushes him. “you look so good right now i have to do something eds.” her tongue licks a bold stripe on the skin, pushing her chest against his, “we can take turns later, yeah?”

he gulps, body melting under her touch. “s-shit, y/n wait, wait!“ he suddenly exclaims, freeing himself from her grip

y/n frowns when eddie pushes her lightly. feeling annoyed why he’s like that towards her.

“eddie what the fuck?! do you not want me to suck your cock?” she harshly asks, then a sudden realization hits her. “are you fucking another bitch behind my back, munson?!”

he wide-eyed her as she crosses her arm, ready to kill him at that exact moment. “what? no! w-what makes you think I’m cheating on you?!”

“who is it?” she shoots immediately. “Julia from the cheer team or that fucking weird four-eyed wendy’s looking motherfucker at loves to stare at you across the hall?!”

eddie is confused. he doesn’t even know who she’s talking about, let alone a wendy-looking girl that keeps staring at him. how does she even know that?

he shakes his head furiously, wrapping her hands in his grasp to reassure her.“no! oh god y/n, of course not! . i only got my eyes for my girl, you know that. plus, Julia? she hates me and my friends, why would you even think of her?”

“then what’s going on!” she groans, moving to kneel in front of him as he sits up straight. “every time we make out or when i try to suck you off, you’d push me away. are you not attracted to me, anymore?”

“princess, believe me when i say this has nothing to do with you! of course I’m still attracted to you.” he says, looking at her in the eye. “shoot me in the head if i decided to leave you for another woman, i give you the permission.”

“okay, so what is it?” her voice turns soft. “you can tell me.”

sooner or later, of course, eddie has to tell her the truth. he hates having to keep secrets from her, but it’s embarrassing. who the hell wants to date a virgin? if she found out about that, she’d look at him differently. and he doesn’t want to lose her. not when things start to get better for him,

she notices how his eyes drop down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers as he removes his hands from hers. this causes her eyebrows to knit in concern.

“baby? what’s going on” she reaches out to softly pat her thumb across his cheek,

“it’s pretty embarrassing” he lowly chuckles,

“it’s not if it got you all worked up like this. come on, It’s your girl.” she ducks her head down a bit to take a look at his features,

he exhales. “well you know it’s just that i…” he trails off, “never had sex before..”

“what?!” she sounds genuinely surprised. “you’re a virgin?”

he nods, slowly looking up to meet her eyes. “yeah. it’s why i have been so… weird. I’m sorry. i know you expected more from me.”

seeing him get so vulnerable and embarrassed because of that makes her heart break. that’s why he’s been avoiding her touch? god, this man is so precious she feels like she’s going to pass out.

“eddie, you don’t have to be sorry for being … inexperienced. there’s nothing wrong with that. and ‘expected more’? baby, you are already enough for me.” she cradles his face to get him to look at her. “do you think i care about whether you’re a virgin or not? because i don’t.”

“well, you’ve been with those guys before, right? i bet they made you feel good. and i want to do that too. perhaps even better.”

oh her heart is about to leap out of her chest.

“made me feel good? they thought they were doing something. i had to fake it because they barely knew how to do it”. she rolls her eyes, earning a small laugh from him.

“plus, i think it’s cute that no one has ever touched you before.” she giggles, pressing a kiss on his nose,

“well i don’t want to be cute! i want to be hot. for you” he grumbles, frowning like a small child.

“you are, baby” she giggles, even more, shaking her head at this adorable man. “so cute and hot, you make my head spin and panties drop. not a day goes by that i do not think of you”

“you mean that?” his voice small. “because you don’t have to say that just because I’m your boyfriend.”

“i meant every word. do you know how many girls i had to threaten and slammed against the wall for eyeing you? countless.”

“you never told me that…”

“not important” she waves her hand in an attempt to change the subject. “now… how about i make you feel good, hm?”

she moves to put her weight on top of him, putting her legs on either side of his thighs. his heart is beating a mile per minute the moment she sits there. having no idea where to place his hands, he just place them next to her knees.

there’s a twinkle of lust across her eyes, the straps of her blue nightgown falling down her shoulders. long messy hair tucks on the either side of her neck

“but i want to make you feel good too. make you cum on my fingers” he struggles to say each word when her hand begins to untie the strings of his sweatpants.

“we have plenty of time to do that, but … i think my boyfriend deserves it more. don’t you think?”

“well... only if you want to” he's being shy, cheeks red and it drives her mad how cute he's being with her

“of course, i want to.” his pants are pulled now down on his thighs and his cock springs free. “would you let me take care of you?”

he nods frantically, becoming putty underneath her bedroom eyes as she slowly wraps her soft palm around the base of his hard shaft. eddie had never thought her eye contact is strong enough to make his body tremble.

“f-fuck, sweetheart” he blows a sigh of pleasure when she goes down to lick the tip, humming to herself when she finally got a taste of him,

he watches every move she makes. afraid that if he misses just one second, he will regret it. it still doesn't feel real to him. having the prettiest girl in Hawkins as his girlfriend going down on his cock. with a sweet, innocent look decorating her features, enough to make him cream already. but he's holding it.

dear god, he's trying to hold it.

”not even halfway through but you taste so good to me already” she smiles with her tongue still out, he catches a glimpse of her piercing and almost lets out a moan. ”and you have been hiding this from me? not nice”

the minute she slips his cock into her mouth, he's a goner already. brown eyes lulling onto the back of his head with a soft grunt following. she drags her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft, all the way up before closing her mouth around the reddening tip. keeping her eyes on him as she goes, who seems to be having a hard time trying to compose himself.

a devilish smile appears on her face, and her freshly manicured hand reaches out to give his balls a soft squeeze. he flinches at the sudden contact, groaning and moaning when she works on her tongue around him.

”does that feel good, eds?” she checks on him to make after pulling her mouth off. making sure he’s enjoying every moment. coating the tip with her spit before she spreads it with her thumb, ”like having my mouth on you?”

he can only nod to answer, his body is consumed by too much euphoria to give her a verbal response. chest raising with a heavy breath every time her fingers tip-toeing over the sensitive skin. balling his fists so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails create a dent in his palms,

”use your words, come on” she moves her hand up and down the stiff flesh with a soft grip, watching his mouth fall open.

”fuck yes. it feels so good b-baby please... don't stop, please” he begs in between breaths, almost sounding like a squeak. eddie finally opens up his eyes to gaze back at her. giving her, his best pleading look, ”i wanted your mouth for so long”

”good boy” with that, she slides his cock back into her wet mouth. while her other hand runs up and down his thigh, sending a light shiver down his spine and arising goosebumps on his skin

eddie's fingers are curling up against the sheets. a strangled noise leaving his throat when the sight of her breasts almost spilling out from the dress. looking like a proper porn star.

he thinks he might actually pass out from this. the velvety insides of her mouth make his head spin and her tongue never seemed to stop teasing the tip. his legs are tense and she can see it from the corner of her eye. she’s taken by surprise when his hips accidentally bucking up, hitting the back of her throat.

”shit, s-sorry about that, sweetheart” he softly tells her, earning a squeeze on his thigh from her as a reassurance that it's okay.

he feels his body is blazing. he can't exactly describe it but it feels so good. pure bliss blooms inside of him when she continues to bob her head up and down. and fuck, eddie doesn't want to cum just yet. but he can't take it anymore. not when she peers up at him through her lashes, still with that innocent look on her face. or when she reaches out to squeeze his heavy balls of cum.

it gets even more harder when she sinks further, moaning around his cock because the sweet, sweet taste of him is creating an excitement that bubbles in her stomach

“f-fuck, fuck. i'm cumming” he rushes, thinking that she might pull away but she only wraps her lips tighter around him. sucking even harder until he releases it all. thick, white string of cum falling in her mouth and painting her tongue. eddie cries out in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut.

his fingers slowly start to loosen the grip around the sheets, his breath going steady, and relaxes both his legs.

she pops off of him, brushing a finger in the corner of her mouth to swipe his remaining. not wanting it to go to waste. “you're so adorable” with a giggle, she plops herself next to him, “how was it?”

“fucking amazing” he laughs breathlessly, rubbing his face up and down with his hands before facing her. a lopsided smile tugging her lips. ”god you were so good with it, I thought I was going to die”

“never heard that one before” she snickers playfully, making herself comfortable underneath the duvet. cuddling up to him. “you tasted so good too, what's the secret?”

he pretends to think while pulling herself close to him. “cheerios and cigarettes”

she swats his chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. ”I'm gonna make you some real food. my man needs to have the stamina if he's planning to fuck me with his cock.”

he freezes, leaning back slightly to take a good look at her face to see if she's pulling his leg. “what?”

“you heard me.” her voice is stern but also playful. “you're gonna fuck me into oblivion and I will guide you through it if I have to. and we're not stopping until you make both of my legs shake that i can’t fucking walk to school tomorrow.”

eddie is certain he's in heaven right now

[iguana-eyanna]

Sunshine and Clouds

Pairing: Shayne Topp x Preschool Teacher! Reader

Summary: Things keep on getting better as you take your relationship to the next level

requested by @winifrede

"Babe? Where are my keys?" You ask, lifting up the cushions from the couch.

You were running late to your work and you were trying to find the keys to your car. You looked by the fridge that usually held them by the keychain and under the sofa in your living space.

Shayne pops his head and jingles your colorful keychain that had your school ID.

"Looking for these?" He asks playfully.

"Haha, very funny. Give them back." You said, reaching it, but Shayne stretched his arm, refusing to give it so easily.

"Not so fast there, you gotta give me something."

"Shayne, c'mon. I'm already 10 minutes behind schedule." You said, looking down at your Apple watch.

"Just one kiss, that's all I'm asking." He said, giving you his signature smile.

You roll your eyes and lean in for a sweet kiss as his arms wrap around your waist.

You pull apart as Shayne wiggles your keychain in front of you.

"It was by your work desk. I had to lift the paintings your kids made."

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver. Now I gotta go!" You said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Shayne smiles as you run off to work at the school you've been working for the past three years.

He remembers meeting you at a Barnes and Noble where you were buying books to read to your kids in your first year of teaching. He could sense you had a big heart. He asked you out then and there and your relationship could only be described as sunshine and clouds.

When you first moved in with each other, Shayne and you really learned to accommodate both of your living habits. For instance, Shayne was a minimalist (there was no question, everyone knew this). He just remembers walking in the middle of the night almost trampling over the work you brought back home, from a stack of worksheets or Crayola crayons.

But you two figured out your differences and helped each other through everything.

You remember helping him draft video ideas and often told him to go to sleep when he accidentally dozed off by his laptop.

Shayne remembers calming your sniffles when your first class graduated, but you knew they would do great things as they continued their education.

And now, he decided to head to the gym since it was his day off and noticed that you forgot your lunch. He looks down at his phone and realizes you should be at work now, and decides to text you.

Shayne: Missing something? 🍱 💛: oh my gawd not again! 🤦‍♀️ Shayne: lol, I should really buy you that airtag for christmas then Shayne: I can drop it off to you now if you want 💛: Really? ty, I would eat lunch here but I will not be satisfied with just dinosaur nuggets at the cafeteria. Shayne: No problem, go through the front desk like last time? 💛: Yeah, you'll be in good hands. The front office ladies love you stopping by. Shayne: Huh, maybe you should forget your lunch more often for me to stop by then 😏 💛: you're so funny

You always like sending those gifs and it always makes him laugh till he can't breathe.

Shayne: please ✋🏻 Shayne: But yeah, I'll go through the front and meet you later. 💛: ty again. I love you!! Shayne: Not possible, I love you more. 💛: you must be wrong sir, because I love you most <3 💛: drive safe!!! Shayne: will do Shayne: ... and I love you infinitely

Shayne shuts his phone as he gets ready to head over to your school.

Once he gets there, he comes down to the front of the school and signs in and has one of the office people walk with him to your class. Shayne lightly knocked on the door and he could hear a bunch of kids screaming in unison.

You open up the door, greeting him with a bright smile.

“Wanna say hi to the kids? I mentioned you were dropping something and they wanna see you.”

“Oh yeah definitely!” He replied.

He always wished to have kids of his own, and since you were a teacher, his dream of starting a family only grew immensely.

“Everyone? Mr. Topp is stopping by to say hello! What do we say?”

A bunch of kids turn around and smile, waving.

“Morning Mr. Topp!” They said in unison.

“Hi everyone! Just dropping some lunch for your teacher.” He said, waving your bag in the air.

“Oooooooooooooo” some kids said, smirking. You playfully roll your eyes and grabbed your bag back and ran towards your desk.

“Okay everyone, let’s work on our alphabets today! Miss Suki from next door will watch you momentarily till I come back.”

One the teacher who had a free period came over, you waked Shayne to the front of the school.

“What do you think of the kids? I think they’re my most rumbustious class I’ve had” you joked, but loved the students regardless.

“They seem like a fun bunch, makes me wonder how our kids will be like.” Shayne said, then stopped in his tracks.

You stopped as well, feeling your throat become dry.

Both of you awkwardly stood by his car, waiting for the others response.

“You want kids?” You ask shyly.

Shayne felt his courage building, no longer hiding his hands in his pockets as he looked at you, timid.

“Yeah, I um… I want to have a family. And I uh… hope I can start one with you.”

You slowly smile, feeling your cheeks grow rosy.

“I wanna have kids with you too, Shayne.”

His smile grew wide as he hugged you, swirling you around in the air.

“Oh my god, I’m relieved. I wasn’t sure since you handle kids 24/7.” He said, looking back at you.

“Please, have more faith in me” you joke.

“And besides,” you said, closing in the gap. “Maybe we should start practicing on this plan of ours?” You ask innocently, slightly smirking.

Shayne’s eyes blew up at your statement, placing his hands on the lower back.

“Oh you be careful. Once we get home, I won’t waste a second.” He said.

“I’ll bet you won’t. Now go, I gotta get back to my class. I love you.”

You two share a kiss, more passionate than this morning.

“I love you more, I can’t wait to see you tonight.” He said, giving you one more peck before he jumped in his car and drove out (and you think he screamed a loud ‘Whoop!’ in his car.)

‘He’s gonna be a wonderful dad.’ You thought as you shake your head and smiled, walking back to your class.

Tonight was going to change the rest of your lives.

[phoniexrose02]

Be a Millionaire

Miguel Diaz x Black! Reader

P.1 Fluff~

Miguel works hard an becomes a Millionaire, he finally finds you again and Gives you an offer you can't refuse.

Your Family Had been struggling Financially for as long as you could Remember but when your father Walked out Halfway Threw your 10th Grade Year, You became 2nd Provider for your Mother.

Over the Years One Nightstands had become something you weren't to Proud of, But with the Amount of Working and Babysitting you did any Healthy relationships Just Fell apart.

You still lived with your Mother to Support her as much as you could but you Dream of your Own Place. Being Emergency Parent had become Baggage so whenever you could Go Out Clubbing, You Did.

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You'd Find yourself in a Random Bed sometimes but you usually disappeared before they could awaken.

But Today...

You Awoke to the Beam of Light threw a Open Window, the Gentle Breeze Slowly Waking you. You stretched into the Shoving your Naked Body into the Silk Sheets, an allow yourself to Look around the Luxury Room.

'Damn...Who is this Guy??'

The More you looked around the More this Place started to Add up, Whoever you'd Boned last Night must be Rich...

"Sleep Good?~"

A Deep Voice Made you Quickly Cover up, and you were met with a Rather familiar Man at the DoorFrame . He was Very Handsome, a lot Prettier than the last man you'd Woke up to. But you couldn't shake the Mans familiarity. "Have we Met before?" You asked Quietly.

A Beautiful Smile Covered his Bearded Face an he Leaned against the DoorFrame." How could you Forget me Mi Amor?~" he Playfully Responded, his Accent Drawing a Surprised Gasp from you.

15 Years Earlier

"I'm so Sorry...I don't think we're gonna Work..." You said to Miguel Sadly, he Shook his Head pulling you Close but you place you hands on his Chest remaining still.

You'd found yourselves Drifting apart, with Work an Just having to Watch your Brother Took most of your Time an eventually Karate was Gone too.

"Why Amor?" He Quietly Husked out trying to keep his Voice from Cracking, away From you as you spoke."I just can't Date Right now? 2 Jobs, Graduation, my little Brothers it's just...Too much" you sighed putting your hand Firmly on his shoulders.

"Something's Gotta Give Baby, Maybe in the Future but not Right now"

Miguel loved you so much, But if Breaking up is What you wanted, He'd Wait for you.

Take you away from the stress of what the World was Taking from you, 'You worked so Hard for Others, Why not Have someone Take Care of you?' He thought to himself.

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"Hungry? " he said softly slowly making his way to the Bed he pulled off his Robe Shoulders his Tone Arms in Perfect View, he Placed it at your side before he Finally Sat Down."Did we?" You Pointed to the two of you and he shook his Head."You were pretty Loaded by the Time I got to the Bar, I won't lie we made out a Little bit But that's it"

Would explain the Puddle in between your Legs.

You pulled the Robe onto yourself pulling your Feet to the Edge of the Bed." Your Loaded...Look at this Fuckin' Place" You Gentle Punched his arm Making him smile, he stood up Pulling you with him."Wait till you see the Rest" you let him lead you Out of the Room an you Marvel at the House around you."Fuck You really got out the Sticks huh?" You Giggled Squeezing his hand tight."I did, but never stopped Thinking about you though" your Cheeks Heated as he Lead you too the Kitchen Table,

"How are you?" he Simply asked Settings a Plate of Delicious Breakfast."No way you Cooked this..." You Pointed to the Plate in amusement."I've learned I lot of things Mi Amore~"

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After a Simple Catch up of EachOther's Lives, You'd Found yourselves just Talking at the Dinner Table. After about an Hour or Two Miguel finally decided to take the Plates back into his Kitchen, While you Tried to Remember Whatever your Hungover Brain had forgotten.

"Oh shit! What time is it?"

You gasped Almost immediately Making your way back to his Room, you Shuffled around the Room Looking for your Phone, Miguel had Followed you not Quite ready to let you leave him again." Y/n! Just wait a Sec ok?" As you found your Phone you Groaned Looking at the Time and Plopping down on his Bed." I really would like to stay Miguel, But I've got a Shift-"

You Yelp as he Pulls your Face From your Screen his Gentle Hands around your Brown Cheeks as he stared Deep before Diving in for a Kiss, you Found yourself Melting against his lipd almost Missing them. You couldn't Hold your Satisfied Moan When he Confidently Slipped his Tongue into your Mouth.

"Marry me." He Thoughtlessly Threw Out As he Pulled away From the wet kiss.

"What?? Miguel-"

"We're not Kids anymore Amor.." He Grabbed your Hands Gently Rubbing the middle of your Palms."Haven't we had 15 Years to think about it? You've been working so Hard let someone take you off you Feet for good" You thought Deep for a Second, your lips still Wet from the Kiss.

" I'll pay for your Rent, I'll Spoil your Brothers Rotten Even your Mother whatever she ask for!" he pulled himself close again Lips almost Touching."If it Ment id get to Marry you, I'd do it~"

"Miguel...this is A lot.." You pulled him to Sit Next to you as you sighed Before Licking your lips to Speak.

"How about a Date?"

You said Simply an he gave a Look of Confusion you Proceeded Setting your Hand onto his Lap."I Feel like we should start Slow, it's been 15 years. Shits happened with you and I wanna know it all~" He huffed at you as you Rested your Hand to his Cheek.

"Let me Choose than?" He Spoke Softly Resting his Hand against yourself.

He's not Letting you Go this Time.

Sum people got a Sneak Peek so we doin' a P.2 🤭

More Cobra Kai 🐍

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 15: PAINFUL RE:BAKE - Episode 24: The Things You Have To Do

eng proofreading by myuntachis!

Sakyo: … Is that good?

Gaku: It’s perfect! Oh, man~! Thanks!

Gaku: Lots of the members of my club watch this anime, they’re gonna be SO jealous!

Sakyo: The boxing was also depicted pretty realistically.

Gaku: Ah! I’d also like a handshake!

Sakyo: I don’t mind but, you’re exaggerating now…

Gaku: Omi-nii, take a pic!

Omi: Yeah, I’ll do that.

Sakyo: You sure we can make a pro do that?

Omi: Ahaha, well, since we have the chance.

Kai: Omi-nii, is this much soy sauce okay?

Omi: Yeah, that's good.

Kai: By the way, that anime is popular in my club too.

Kai: Everyone was surprised when I told them an acquaintance of mine appeared as a voice actor.

Kai: So, I’d like one more autograph to display in the rugby club’s room… And dad said he wants one too, so make that two more autographs…

Omi: Hey now–

Sakyo: I don’t mind. It’s a small price to pay for the dinner you guys are making for me.

Omi: But still.

-

Kai: I’m sorry for serving you such simple dishes…

Sakyo: Nah, this is more than enough. You take after your brother in the cooking department, huh?

Omi: You can take a seat over there, Sakyo-san.

Sakyo: Thanks.

Omi: Again, thank you so much for making time to come to my family home.

Omi: Though, I told them I’d just bring the autographs myself…

Gaku: I mean, if I got a chance to hear that voice live, of course I’d ask for it~!

Gaku: He was just a guest actor, but everyone agrees his character was the best!

Sakyo: You started uni this year, didn’t you?

Gaku: Yes! I’ve been doing boxing since high school, so I joined my uni’s boxing club too!

Gaku: I was a senior till last year, but now I’m suddenly one of the youngest members, the transition’s been rough~

Kai: You’re the kinda kid seniors love doting on, so it’s fine. You didn’t even feel like a senior last year.

Gaku: That is SO not true! My juniors all cried and said they’d miss me when I graduated, I was a good and proper senior to ‘em!

Gaku: Oh!

Gaku: That reminds me, I gotta treat ‘em sometime, as thanks for helping Omi-nii with that thing he’s been looking into–

Sakyo: What’s he been looking into?

Omi: It’s no big deal. Kai, shouldn’t you be thinking about finding a job soon?

Kai: Right. Maybe I should ask if I can join Sakyo-san’s company…

Sakyo: We’re… not exactly the most ethical place.

Kai: But it’s amazing how both of you can juggle your day jobs and performing for the theater company~

Gaku: I’ve got my club activities and reports, and I’m going crazy. How do you manage?

Sakyo: … You gotta make sure to not spend a single moment of your life half-heartedly.

Sakyo: As you grow older, the things you hafta do even though you don’t want to keep increasing, but that doesn’t mean you should give up on the things you want to do.

Sakyo: And when you find something you want to do, you must go at it with full strength.

Sakyo: The only way to get to doing what you actually want to do is by giving it your all on the things you don’t want to do.

Gaku: Gotta do what you don’t wanna do, huh… That hit right where it hurts~

-

Omi: Thank you so much for today. And for what you said before–

Sakyo: Sure.

Omi: I respect how you don’t neglect your work at Ginsenkai, you balance everything and still manage to work as a voice actor along with everything else you want to do.

Sakyo: It’s exactly because there are things I want to do that I'm able to work so hard.

Sakyo: What’s something you want to put your everything into doing, Fushimi?

Omi: ——

Omi: I understand that, just like Banri said, I have to find something to help me break out of my shell as an actor…

Omi: But the truth is, there’s something else bothering me currently.

Omi: I was told I’m being a hypocrite, and I’m not sure if it’s something I can solve. But I just can’t seem to stop thinking about it.

Sakyo: Then, isn’t that what you want to do most, right now?

Sakyo: If there’s something you really want to do, you should do it.

Sakyo: Keep turning away from the things you want to do, and your 20s will pass in the blink of an eye.

Sakyo: And those things will keep haunting you. Take it from someone with experience.

Omi: … You’re right.

Sakyo: The reason no one in the Autumn Troupe, myself included, is saying anything about your challenge, is because we know you’re not the type of person to slack off on this sorta thing.

Sakyo: What all of us wish for you is to do something that you truly want to do, even if it’s something difficult.

Omi: Something I truly want to do…

Omi: … Sakyo-san, there’s something I’d like to talk to you and the rest of the Autumn Troupe about when we get back to the dorm.

Sakyo: … You sure take your time when you have to ask for help.

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Disney Descendants : The Peter Pan Doll

By Me and @hannahhook7744

Summary: Peter finds out a secret his (younger?) sister has been hiding from him. 

.......

“Peter?” Hannah called out, bored (and a little bit nervous even if she'd never admit it). 

It was never a good sign when her brother was being that quiet. 

“Peter, I'm about to order lunch from Royalgrub. What are you feeling?”

The sixteen year old was once again met with silence. “Pete. Peter Pumpkin eater.  Come on! We don't have all day—why is my bedroom door open? Peter Elizabeth Maria Pan you better not be in my room!”

“Uh Hannah?” Peter asked. “ What’s This ?” He was holding out  a doll that looked like him in his hand.

A doll the pirate captain recognized immediately. Not that she'd admit to that, either. “I have never seen that thing before in my life.” “I don’t believe you–wait–are you secretly my biggest fan?!”

“No!” The brunette sputtered, crossing her fingers behind her back. Sending their oldest cousin Atticus a silent apology that she sincerely hoped he could hear, wherever he was. “I've seriously never seen that doll before in my life!” 

“Uh Huh, who does it belong to then?  Seriously Hannah it’s ok if you are ! All girls seem to like me ..”

“Fucking hell Peter, phrasing! I'm your sister!”  The teen groaned. “And how do you even know if that ugly ratty old thing is you? It looks nothing like you. The colors are all wrong.”

They weren't really: the colors. They had probably been at least a little closer to the true ones at some point—before they became more faded with time. It was thirteen years old, after all. It was bound to happen. 

Especially given that the materials Atticus had used to make it had been old to begin with. 

“Let’s See: Red Hair?”

“It's more pink actually—”

“Check! Green Outfit? Check!”

“It's more yellow to green, if you ask me—” Hannah was digging herself into a hole, wasn't she? Damn it, she should have just asked Luke for help babysitting. Sure, he probably would have teased her about something too but it would have been nowhere near as embarrassing as her brother finding that stupid doll. 

It wasn't like she'd known he was her brother back when she used to tote that thing around. And it wasn't like she was the only one to have a doll of her dad’s nemesis! CJ had a fucking Tinkerbell doll for Brizo’s sake!

Freddie used to carry around a Naveen voodoo doll!

Claudine Frollo even had a little Quasimodo doll in her bell tower when they were smaller. 

Why was it that Hannah always got the short end of the straw when it came to these things?

“Come on, Hannah. Who else do ya know dresses like me? And don’t say Lampwick. He and I dress completely differently!”

“Not really. But you and Robin Hood and Danny Darling all dress pretty similarly too if you ask me. I think the tweedle brothers and their kids even dress like that. You don't own the sole right to hideous all green outfits, red feathers, and red hair, little brother.” 

She had to keep lying till she found a way out of this. 

She was in too deep to admit the truth now. Even if Peter already basically knew it. 

“HEY! I think I look good in this get up and besides it’s not like you know about Robin Hood!”

“Actually I know an embarrassing amount about Mulan, Merida, and Robin Hood but go off, I guess, little brother.” That was it. 

She just had to get him so mad that he'd forget what he was teasing her about. 

Or at least get him to argue about who was actually the older sibling between them. Seeing as he liked trying to put her in time out as if she was the 12–13 year old, and not a sixteen year old Auradon Prep graduate.

“You know what Hannah, you can deny it all you want  but it’s pretty obvious you’re obsessed with me ! And Honestly who could blame you ? I’m Awesome!”

A loud wail broke out from the nursery where Anthony and Harriet’s new son was sleeping, causing Hannah to sigh. “If you're so awesome you can order your own lunch. I gotta go deal with Thomas before he wakes up our siblings.” 

Peter Pan shrugged. “Whatever makes you happy sis .”

With that, Hannah quickly snatched the doll from him and ran off to tend to the new Lord Tremaine.

The End 

[sugarsfics]

Birthday

Summary: Steve says he never had a birthday party, so you give him one, even though it is not his birthday. The gang helps you plan and set up, let’s hope it stays a secret.  

Trope: Steve x reader; established relationship 

Warning: fluff, kissing, talk of drinking, use of y/n once

Word count: 1.0k 

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You and Steve were shopping for a present for your little cousin when your jaw dropped hearing the words that came out of your boyfriend's mouth, he had never had a birthday party before. “Wait what do you mean” he shrugged “I just never had one my parents would take me to a fancy restaurant with their friends then give me cash” poor baby “I’m so sorry” “Eh it's alright” he said kissing your forehead “I think they will like this one” he said holding up a drawing set.  

The drive back to Steve's place was quiet windows down, Duran Duran playing on the radio. But your mind was somewhere else Steve had never had a birthday party, you loved Steve so much and wanted to give him everything, give him the love he lacked from his parents. Even though it was the middle of August, and his birthday wasn’t till April, you didn’t want to wait till April to give him a party so why not celebrate his half birthday? “You ok” Steve said worriedly “Yes why” you answered quickly “Girls on Film was just on and you didn’t scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs” “ I'm fine just thinking” “About” “It's nothing” “If you didn’t sing your favorite song than its not nothing” he challenged “It’s just that you never-” “AH if you are getting worked up on me not having a birthday party before I will.....not sure what but don’t get work up about it ok” “But-” “Sh now let’s go inside there is a couch and a movie calling our names”  

The movie didn’t interest you at the moment you were too busy planning in your head Steve’s half birthday party. Where would it be? Who will come? food? drinks? cake? Games? Money wasn’t a problem just like Steve, you lived a wealthy life that is how you met Steve. It was at one of the big fancy parties this time your parents were hosting. You walked outside bored out of your mind when I figure came out from the dark “Bored too” said the figure “Yea not a kid friendly party” you joke. The figure came out from the shadows, and you were met with a handsome young man “You're that Harrington boy right Steven?” “Steve, but yea that’s me” he smiled. From that moment on you and Steve were always together at parties, soon becoming best friends than lovers. He has become one of the most important people in your life, he was so sweet, even though he knew your wealthy status he payed for everything. It was time to spoil him. 

After your movie date you went straight home writing down the plans, luckily the weekend you wanted to have it your parents would be gone so the party will be at your house. You would give a call to Robin tomorrow for a guest list most likely being her, the kids he is always with, and probably Nancy and Jonathan maybe that Munson kid. Food, you have a taco man that Steve loves so easy, his favorite snacks, popcorn chips. Drinks he loves his lemonade so many versions of that, water, juice boxes for the kids, maybe alcohol. Cake, he mentions for your graduation party he loves the cake which was chocolate and strawberry from the bakery three towns over. Games? Do you have games at parties for 19-year-old, since it is still summer your pool will be ready, maybe drinking games for later at night.  

The next morning you called Robin for the guest list “Y/N his birthday is April” “I know but he never had one before” “Yea ok so” “I want to give him a surprise one” “Ok fine it would be his kids, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce and me” “That’s it” you said dumbfounded “Yea he not popular King Steve anymore” right you thought “Do you need any help” Robin asked “Not till the day of the party oh make sure no one tells him” “Gotta girly” “Thank you so much Robin” “anytime” next was taco man he was shocked to hear that it was such small party but gave you the yes that he will be there. The cake was ordered and would be picked up at 2 that day. Everything was going perfectly.  

Surprisingly, no one told Steve, Eddie and Dustin almost blurted it out by asking what time that party would be, but Robin caught them in time, but other than that he suspected nothing. It was the morning of the party and the plan was that Dustin was going to have Steve drive him around for a couple of hours while the rest of you set up. You had balloons on the ceiling, drinks in the cooler, taco man out back preparing, snacks on the table, cake in the fridge. Perfect. Dustin radio the kids that they were on the way. Everyone got into a hiding place “Dustin why are we at my girlfriends house- don't just walk in ”“ SURPRISE” Steve jumped back “What” “Happy half-birthday"

The party was so much fun. Steve was having the time of his life in the pool surrounded by the people he loved. The tacos were amazing, he lost count after his 4 plates. no one mentioned it but Steve started to tear up when everyone was singing happy birthday. He loved his cake and was shocked when everyone handed him presents. Overall, he loved his first birthday party. After everyone left the house was clean, you and Steve went up to your room. “Did you like your surprise handsome” “I loved it thank you so much” he said bringing his lips to yours. After putting on pj’s Steve hopped into your bed, opening your blanket for you to hop in. You snuggled into his chest “Can I tell you a secret” he whispered “Yes” you whispered back “I knew about the party” you sat up “How” “Well the kids were talking about it on the walkie in the same channel I'm on and you left your list out” SO CLOSE. 

Tag list: @thefreak0fhawkinshigh

[tulipic]

date night (kirishima ejirou x gn. reader)

( pov: i write something sweet and mushy and cornier than a farmer's shit for no reason )

Quietly, you crack the door to your room a little. The creak resounds down the dark dorm halls, making you wince on spot. "Don't get caught," you mutter, digging your nails into your palm. "Don't get caught."

You slip through the small, open gap and start running, not sparing a glance behind you. As long as you don't get caught, it'll be worth it.

You and Kirishima will finally have an uninterrupted date.

"The first one was, but the rest sucked."

"So, you gotta boyfriend?"

"Why? You wanna ask me out?"

"Is this a make out movie?" Kirishima whispers, eyebrows raised in mock shock. You shift your position on his shoulder. Smiling, you say, "Wait till the slasher shows up."

He puts his arms round your right arm; you lean into it, sighing contently. Sure, he was almost suffocating you due to his big ass muscles. Sure, you both had already seen this movie. Does that mean this date was a flop?

Nope. You take another sip of soda, stifling a laugh. Kirishima slowly blinks at you, nervously scratching the top of his head. "Am I missing something? Or are you laughing at a gutting?"

"Oh, it's just that I happen to love you." He grins and holds onto you even tighter, like you're a jewel: hard to find but worth it.

"Well," he draws out the pronunciation, "I got somethin' to say!" He abruptly gets up, leaving you falling against his bed pillows, amused.

"Yeah?" He nods excitedly, fists held out in front of him, shoulders tense. You can't begin to understand what he's alluding too, but you sit up. He opens his mouth to speak but –

Quiet snickers arise from Kirishima's closet. "Shut your laughin' ass up, Kaminari!"

"Bro's about to say something mushy and romantic, it's either I laugh or cry!"

You collapse face first back onto the the bed, shouting cuss words into the mattress. The noises from the closet quickly shut up. Kirishima softly rubs the small of your back. "I'm so sorry. I told them that it wasn't cool and they said they'd stop but..." His voice cracks a little.

You roll over. You reach up and cup his cheek, gently stroking the spot with your thumb. You attempt a small smile to cheer him up. His friend group had tagged along as three third wheels for awhile. At first, it was amusing, even fun.

But, it gotta annoying (hella) fast. Tonight was supposed to be a private date, and well ... it wasn't anymore. A deep, lingering sigh escapes your throat.

Kirishima hangs his head in shame. "I thought tonight would be just us. I had a big surprise." He leans in and your foreheads are touching, the warmth between the two of you shared in silence. It turns into a hug, and it's only then that you hear the closet door open.

You catch a glimpse of the three goon hero students exiting the room with remorseful eyes glancing back at you. You nod briefly in their direction before meeting Kirishima's eyes again.

You lift up his chin and unwrap his arms from around you. "Go ahead ahead and tell me your surprise," you softly whisper. His familiar grin slowly returns to his face.

"Right." He takes a step back while holding your hand. He gives it a squeeze and then lets go. "I wanted it to be just us tonight because," He gets down on one knee. "I got something important to ask."

You cover your mouth in disbelief. Blood rushes to your face making you feel warm all of a sudden. You take a seat back on the bed. He scratches his neck, sudden self consciousness affecting his voice.

"We're about to graduate, but I know I don't wanna be out there without you, so, uh, will you," He anxiously digs around in his pocket. You rub your arms with sweaty palms. Can't he just get to the part where you say yes? He pulls out a black, velvet-coated box and opens it.

"Marry me?"

[soccer-love]

Prom Date

Giulia Gwinn x reader

Song recommendation: Recognize me - Sofia de la Torre (Only on YouTube) 

“Hey Y/N!” Giulia calls out, I turn around and see her running towards me. 

We just ended practice and I was one of the first ones to leave, to go home. 

“Yes?” I say, she gives me a big smile.  

“You gotta minute?” 

“For you, always.” She laughs at my comment, making my heart jump a little. 

“Some of us, thought about having a night out on Friday and I wanted to ask if you’d like to come too?” she explains. 

“I would love to, but I can't.”

“You gotta date?” 

“I wish I had one for this evening, but I don't.” 

She gives me a questionable look and I realize how wired that sentence was. 

“You may know that I’m graduating this year and my school, always does a prom night for the seniors and it is this Friday.” I explain and she nods. 

“Oh, well have fun then.” 

“Wait...did you say that you don't have a date.” she adds and I nod. But before I can say anything some of the other team members are walking towards us, probably because we're standing in the middle of the parking lot. 

“And? Are you coming with us on Friday?” Georgia asks but I shake my head. 

“Sorry but no.” 

“Yeah and I just realized that I forgot that I also have something on Friday, so I can't come too.” Giulia adds. 

“Your boring, both of you.” Lina says and I roll my eyes, knowing that she loves both of us. 

Or at least I know, that she loves me because since I joined the team two years ago, when I was only 16, she kind of adopted me as her little sister. 

“Thanks.” I say and she laughs. 

They walk to their cars and leave me alone with Giulia. 

“I know that it’s not cool to invite yourself, but can I be your date?” she asks. 

“I’m sorry what?” 

“On Friday, I don't want you to go alone, so if your want, I would come with you, as your date.” 

“It would be a honor for me to have you as my date.” 

- - - - - - 

“You look good.” Lina says, leaning against the doorframe. 

After Giulia kind of asked me to her be  her date, I called her within minutes and explained the whole situation. Completely freaking out about it. 

She, Georgia and Syd decided to come by at mine, before there night out, to help me get ready. 

Well they said they would, actually there just sitting around and chatting. But there distracting me from how nervous I am, which I’m really thankful for. 

“Yeah, she's right.” Georgia agrees. 

They almost kick me out of my own apartment as its time to go. 

“Have fun.” Lina say, hugging me tight. 

“Hals und Beinbruch.” Georgia adds, surprising everyone with a knew German sentence, she knows. 

“Caro thought me that.” She explains, a proud smile on her face. 

“See you later.” Syd says and gives me a fist bump. 

“Good night.” I say, before getting into my car and driving off. 

I told Giulia that I would pick her up at seven and its exactly five minutes before that when I arrive at her apartment. 

I get out of my car and wait till its seven, to ring the bell. 

She opens the door in less then a second and for a second my breathing stops. 

She’s wearing a red dress, white heels and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. 

“You....You’re....You look beautiful.” I stumble over my words, my cheeks flushing red. 

“You’re not looking that bad yourself.” she says and I realize that I still have the bouquet of roses in my hand. 

“These are for you.” 

“Thank you.” she steps closer as I give them to her and before I can do anything she softly kisses my cheek. 

“You smell good.” she whispers, before turning around to bring the flowers into her kitchen, to put them into water. 

Probably because after todays practice, I showered three times to make sure that I don't smell like sweat and grass. 

“I never thought that you had a romantic side.” Giulia says as we leaver her apartment and get into my car. 

“That because I don't have one, I just always had this scenario in my head where I would pick up a girl, with flowers and take her out.” I explain. 

“I feel honored to be that girl.” 

When we arrive at my school, I make sure to get out of the car before her to open the door for her. 

I see her smiling but also realizing that she's enjoying it, to be traten like the queen she is. 

They prepared the big sports hall for the prom night and decorated the way from the parking lot to it with lights. 

Giulia grabs my hand as we walk towards the hall and I can't help but smile. 

A teacher with a list is standing at the entrance, making sure to only let seniors in. 

“Name?” he asks as we stop next to him. 

“Mr Harris, you’ve known me for five years.” I say, irritated by the fact that he's asking for my name, although he knows exactly what it is.  

“No exceptions, Y/L/N.” I notice Giulia holding back her laughter, but Mr Harris smiles at us. 

“Have a nice evening, you two.” he says. 

“You know what, he reminded me of the guy from Harry Potter.” Giulia says, as we pass him and enter the hall. 

“Flitwick.” I say, knowing who she meant “Yeah, he's a bit like him, he's one of the only teachers that understood that sometimes I just wasn't able to do give me homework back, at the deadline because I just had so much stuff going on with soccer.” 

“Gosh I remember the day you had your first practice with us.” she says laughing. 

“Yeah, I was so nervous I thought I was going to faint, but when Lea came up to me and told me just to focus on playing, it kind of calmed me down.” 

As we enter the prom hall, I see many of my class mates, some of them give me wird looks, probably because they recognize Giulia, some of them looked impressed that I have such a beautiful girl as my date, and some of them look just happy that I have someone. 

The night goes by way to fast for my liking. We dance, listing to the speeches of some of my teachers, drink Mojitos without alcohol in it, laugh and talk about everything that comes to our minds. 

And the whole time, I feel myself enjoying it to be with her. Enjoying the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles, enjoying the sound of her laughters, enjoying the feeling of my heart jumping when she looks at me, enjoying the feeling of her hands in mine. 

And when they announce that this is going to be the last dance for tonight, I hold out my hand for her. 

“May I have this dance?” 

She takes my hand without hesitation. 

“Yes.” 

I only realize that it’s a slow, love song as we’re stopping in between the other people. 

Giulia pulls me closer, her hand resting on my shoulder, mine on her waist, or other hands entangled. 

We’re so close, our foreheads almost touch as we move to the soft music. 

I’ve never been comfortable with being in big crowds, but it feels like we’re the only one here. like we’re the only two people left on earth right now. 

Way to soon, the song ends and we bake apart. 

Neither of us wants to go home already, even though its probably around midnight, so we decide to take a walk. 

Her hand still entangled with mine. 

“Thank you again, for coming with me tonight.” I say, braking the comfortable silence between us. 

“It was one of the best nights of my live.” Giulia answers, giving me a smile. 

When we drive back to her apartment, I get out of the car and bring her to her door. 

And again, our hands are entangled, and it kind of feels like they fit perfectly into each other, like it's meant to be. 

“A penny for your thoughts.” She whispers and I smile, its a really cute way to ask what I’m thinking about. 

“I just thought about this other scenario I had in my head, where I would kiss the girl on her doorsteps, to let her know how thankful I am, to say goodnight but also to promise her that this wouldn't be our last night.” I ramble. 

“Then just do it.” she answers and I'm pretty sure my heart stops beating. 

But her smile and the look in her eyes, lets me know that she meant what she said. 

I tilt my head a little, leaning closer, before our lips touch I close my eyes. 

And as our lips connect, into a soft kiss, my heart starts beating again, but this time like wild. 

As we slowly pull away, her brown eyes are so full of love that I almost get lost in them. 

How can someone be so beautiful. 

“I promise that this wasn't our last night, it was our first, and I’m pretty sure that there are going to be much more like this.” she whispers in the space between us. 

“Goodnight Giulia.” I say, because everything that had to be said, is said. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

[munsonshair]

dance with me - eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie asks you to the annual graduation dance.

warnings: mentions of weed/cigs

a/n: short oneshot i wrote in an hour. thought this idea was cute… lmk how i did<33 ily all

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“we’ve got to go y/n!” says your best friend, robin as she heads out the front door. “we’re about to miss first period!”

“i’m coming! just gotta get my bag.” you reply whilst putting on your shoes.

it seems like an everyday thing at this point. not even three years later can help you from almost missing first period. besides, it’s not like your teacher hates your guts or something.

you finish up tying your laces and quickly get up to get your bag. your everyday trend of running late has never gotten better. you hurry down your stairs and see robin resting up against the door.

her eyes are closed, pretending to be asleep. she hears your footsteps and says, “at this point, let’s just miss school.”

you playfully roll your eyes and respond with, “maybe just first period, yeah?”

“sounds good. let’s head to hot dog on a stick first.”

“alright, but i’m not driving.” you laugh.

robin rolls her eyes and you guys get in your car. she turns on the ignition and you guys are on your way.

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on your way to school, coming back from hot dog on a stick, you finish your lemonade and immediately think about how your day is structured.

just like any other day, right?

robin pulls into the parking lot and to your surprise, you both encounter your boyfriend of three years.

as it turns out, eddie has been waiting in his van till he’s seen your car in the parking lot.

you get out of your car with a puzzled look on your face.

“i’ll meet you in second, yeah?” says robin. she didn’t want to third wheel after all.

“yeah. i’ll see you there, babe.” you smile back to her and give her a little wave.

you turn your head and face your boyfriend, eddie. “eds? what are you doing out here?” you ask eddie, considering he’s missed first period.

“i was waiting till your car pulled up, sweetheart. i don’t wanna go to school if my girl isn’t here.” he responds, smiling as he reaches in for a hug.

your head is to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat accelerate. “you okay, eds? your heartbeat is kinda fast.”

“what? psh yeah im fine. never been better.” he reassures you. “there is one thing though, come.”

he gives you his hand for you to hold. you follow him to the back of his van and wait for him to open the doors.

“eds, what are you doing?”

“hold on for me, sweetheart.” eddie responds to you, smirking. he opens the doors to his van and you’re taken by surprise.

inside the van were your favorite flowers, white lilies. you’ve told him your favorites of everything one day whilst on a date. he remembered your favorite flower, how thoughtful.

you see a basket with cassette tapes of your favorite bands; metallica, iron maiden, megadeth. some of them even had tape with “my sweet girl’s favorites” written in black marker.

in the basket, there’s two bags of buds with one of them saying “weed be good together” and another “dance with me?”

your eyes begin to form tears in a way of being emotional. no one’s ever done this type of surprise for you.

you turn to eddie and say, “i would love to dance with you, eds.” you jump into his arms, almost making him fall over due to the momentum.

he takes you in his arms and squeezes your torso, tightly. “thank god. i thought you’d think it was stupid or something.” he says to you.

“eds, this is the nicest thing anyone ever done to me. i love it so much, thank you.”

“oh crap, i almost forgot.” he says and breaks the hug. he reaches in his left pocket for his pack of cigarettes and searches for a specific one.

“not the right time for a smoke break, don’t you think?”

“of course not. i was actually gonna give one to you.” he replies while passing you the cigarette. “read it.”

“what? okay.” you take the cigarette from his fingers and read the black ink.

people write songs about girls like you.

youre instantly hit with a wash of red on your face. you can feel the jitters in your stomach start to form, as well as the newly formed tears.

“eddie, oh my god.” you look up to him with your teary eyes. “i love you, eds.”

he looks down at you and shows off his beautiful teethy smile. his dimple starting to form in his cheek will never get old.

“i love you, y/n. more than anything.” he replies and grabs your face. he places his hand around the side of your face and kisses you.

the kiss is warm, warmer than any other kiss. he takes your bottom lip while you take his top lip. you break the warm fulfilling kiss and say, “let’s finish this after school, how’s that sound?”

eddie’s eyes sparkle when you said that. god he’s so adorable.

“amazing; sounds amazing. except you wont be standing.” he finishes off his smart remark with a smirk.

you playfully punch his arm and respond with a kiss on his cheek. you then whisper, “i can promise that you won’t be standing either. now let’s go to class, eds.”

he looks at you and continues to smile. reluctantly, he follows you as you lead yourselves to class. as you’re leaving, eddie playfully smacks your ass and says that there was something on it.

“you’re a freak, munson.” you say to his beautiful face.

“and you love it, y/l/n.”

[his-tamine]

life update :3 (a little vent-y)

sooo, been over 200 days since the house caught fire and we had to move. obviously, a lot of stuff's been happening. can't go into deep details for fear of someone I don't want to find this, finding this, but I'll say this much: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've very rarely mentioned family on here (for obvious reasons - this account is NOT made for that lol) but here goes. tw for pretty heavy topics: mentions of abuse, father issues, health issues, transphobia & financial issues. I turned 18 Feb 21st, literally just almost 2 months before the damn house caught fire. Meanwhile, my brother's still a minor. MEANING, I narrowly escaped the custody battle my mom & dad are in. But unfortunately, he's still stuck in the middle of it. :( My pops was not really the nicest person to me when I was a kid -

whooping my ass whenever I did anything wrong, no matter how minor the offense was.

Telling me that he loved God more than he loved me, because "You're God's gift to me. God is the one who gave you to me in the first place," when I was four.

Telling me that if I didn't start being ok with receiving physical affection from family - which he knew made me uncomfortable - I was "going to grow up to be a S3R1AL K1LL3R" (yes he said that.)

Telling me that "God doesn't make mistakes," and that he "made me into a beautiful young woman for a reason" after I came out to him personally at 14 - big mistake 0/10 stars, would never do again. You get the idea. And those are the tame examples I could think of. So, I finally cut him off. As soon as my mom, brother, & I were in our new place, I blocked his number and haven't talked to him since. I was sick of him not respecting my boundaries, and repeatedly demonstrating that he thought of me as nothing more than a possession. Tired of him making me feel crazy all the time too. But now he's fucking with my mom & brother. Intentionally not paying child support till the last minute possible - & then making it in as small of payments at a time as he possibly can (yes he can afford it btw.) Trying to force my brother to go over to his place, even when my brother does NOT want to - which has begun giving my brother psychological issues & issues with school, mirroring the ones I used to struggle with bc of that bastard. My mom is juggling all sorts of things, & I really at least wanna try to help financially by getting a job, but I can't yet because: she says that I'm only 18, & shouldn't have to get a job to help out (I disagree.) I don't have an ID bc she wants me to wait on my legal name change - which costs a pretty decent chunk of change - reason is bc she "wants me to have as easy an early adulthood life as possible" (love her.) AND, I haven't actually graduated - No, I dipped in 11th bc school was hell (not exaggerating,) & instead just decided to pursue a GED, that I haven't been able to work towards bc of the shit show that is life in midwestern america. So I've been very depressed, exhausted, & hopeless. The least I can do is clean up our house while she's at work, & get this - some days I don't even have the physical energy to do THAT! I do not know what the hell is wrong with my body currently, but it absolutely sucks. & I'm really tired of just taking up space all the time. She's dealing with health issues too, & I'm always worried ab her. Idk what the hell to do, but something's gotta give. Everybody needs a fucking break. I keep trying to shoo away all the dark thoughts, push myself as often as possible, & keep my fingers crossed, but jfc... Sorry just needed to yell into the void for a sec. I'll live, I'm sure - I've survived worse. Sometimes things just suck. But I like to think that someday they won't. :,)

[barcingmatter]

Danny phantom: Star Witch AU

Magic and witches exist and are commonly known. Danny wants to become a witch and attend an academy as a star witch. Every witch has to complete an apprenticeship before they qualify for an academy.

The issue? His parents are scientists and want their kids to follow in their footsteps.

It's not like they hate witches or anything. They're just very devoted to science.

Danny eventually meets ClockWork, a time witch, and becomes his apprentice on the condition that he graduates from the academy -which, okay, he was already planning on anyways.

So now Danny is a witch apprentice, juggling his schoolwork, apprenticeship, and social life.

All while keeping it a secret from his parents.

It's not like he's gonna hide it forever! Just until he gets his acceptance letter from an academy! He's just gotta keep it secret till then!

Of course, it doesn't help that his hair turns white every time he uses magic, and sometimes he doesn't realize he's using magic.

...

What a mess.

(Will be making art for this au/prompt if people are interested. Maybe even a fic? Idk)

[admirxation]

9. 16, 33! For the ask game. ☺️

Hi my love! Thank you for joining the ask game, I love doing these haha

9. What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

I recently graduated from my dream university that I wanted to go to since I was 15, honestly it was a dream come true since it was a hard university to get into to. The fact that I now have a physical degree honestly still makes me smile. Like I did that. I was smart enough to do that.

16. What do you think makes you attractive?

Aesthetic wise I think I have a pretty face, I didn’t always think that but honestly after years of hating myself I learnt to find confidence in what I do like.

Personality wise… I’m gonna sound like I’m up my arse but, I think I’m funny irl. I have a certain humour that you kinda have to be ready for, you either hate or love it, but if you love it I can make you laugh till your stomach cramps haha.

33. What’s a pet peeve you have?

Hmmm I’m a miserable person who hates most things haha but I gotta say one of my pet peeves is when someone constantly interrupts you.

I don’t mind being interrupted sometimes, because it happens I get that, it’s when someone ALWAYS does it. It just makes me close my mouth and not speak for the whole night cuz it’s just damn rude. Oh sorry the middle of my sentence interrupted the start of yours.

Ugh.

Thank you so much for the questions *mwah mwah*