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driversatellite · 1 year

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this love | h.s | part one

synopsis: harry and y/n were in a secret relationship for years and unfortunately it had to come to an end, but a year after the split they find themselves face to face once again, maybe they can mend what was once broken.

harry styles x desi!reader

part one: y/n finds herself in the most unlikely place

word count: 2.6k

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Y/N L/N couldn’t believe she was standing in the GA line at the Forum for Harry Styles’ 15 night residency. If you had asked her what her plans for October 24 were months prior she probably would have said a glass of wine and her favorite romcom, definitely not her ex-boyfriend’s concert. But her superfan best friends had begged her to come with them and Y/N really could never say no to them. It was her people pleasing nature, she thought she’d be able to fake being sick to get out of it, but none of her usual tricks worked on her friends, so here she was standing in line with hundreds of others waiting to see her ex-boyfriend.

It all started on May 5th when Harry announced his residency, Y/N’s best friends Quinn and Zoya were Harry superfans, so as soon as the LA residency was announced they had already made plans to go to as many shows as they could. Y/N on the other hand was worried, she hadn’t seen Harry since their breakup back in November of the previous year, and she really didn’t want to see him, she was still nursing her broken heart and didn’t want any reminders of him. Y/N and Harry had thought they would make it to the end, they really were that couple, but once his tour started up again and Y/N started her first year of medical school, a lot of things started going downhill. The distance put a strain their relationship and neither one of them wanted to tell the other to give up on their goals just to salvage the relationship so they decided to call it quits, it honestly was an amicable breakup, but the fact that they were still very much in love and couldn’t be together was what really broke Y/N. She hoped that they could have worked a little harder to try and make it work, but with their schedules it seemed impossible, so she guessed it was the end of them, but she truly wished he was the one.

Y/N and Harry had met at one of their mutual friend’s dinner party and hit off immediately, Harry fell for the smart and kind girl and Y/N fell for the down to earth musician who had the purest heart. They had decided to keep their relationship as private as they could, Harry didn’t want the public to ruin it for them, he loved her too much. So, only very few people knew they were together, their families and their inner circles. Y/N wasn’t as close with Quinn and Zoya when her and Harry were together, so she had never told them about the relationship, and seeing as they were superfans Y/N really didn’t want to open that can of worms with them. She had only told her family and her childhood best friend and she liked it that way, she liked knowing that their relationship was just their’s. She knew that romance wasn’t dead if they kept it just theirs, it was other people who ruined it.

Which is why they didn’t even think when they decided to buy Y/N a ticket for one show, they wanted to drag her out, because after her breakup she had become a recluse. They didn’t tell Y/N about how they were all going to the concert until her birthday, which was only a couple weeks before the show.

“What?” Y/N was dumbstruck as Quinn held out her phone with the ticket code and a boa in the other hand.

“We’re seeing Harry Styles together!” Quinn grins and Y/N just stared blankly at her best friend.

Zoya frowned at Y/N’s lack of reaction, “Aren’t you excited? You can finally have a night out and enjoy some of the best live music.”

Y/N quickly composed herself, trying to find the right words to say, “Yeah, I'm just shocked I guess, I didn’t know you guys got me a ticket.”

Quinn smiled, “We wanted to surprise you, it’s your birthday gift silly, we’re also buying you your outfit for the show, we want you to have fun y/n/n, you’re always staying in nowadays.”

“I know, I’m just stressed with school and all, and with all the exams coming up, it’s just been a lot.” Y/N tries to explain, she was trying to figure out the best way to let her friends down, cause she honestly didn’t think she’d be able to step foot into the Forum without breaking down into a complete mess.

“I know, but you work so much y/n/n, you deserve to have fun, I promise we’ll have the best time, his shows are truly incredible and you get to dress up, and we all know you’re a fashion girlie at heart.” Zoya says.

Y/N falters, she knew her friends meant well, but she just wasn’t ready to see Harry again, “I appreciate it guys, but I don’t know if I can go, I have a huge exam coming up.”

“I promise to study with you every single day until the concert, I’ll do anything, we just really want you to come with us y/n/n.” Quinn says.

Y/N looked at the pleading looks on her best friends’ faces and caved, she truly couldn’t say no to them, “Fine, but you better study with me every single day Quinn.”

Quinn grinned as she nodded eagerly before pulling Y/N and Zoya into her arms, “Oh this is going to be so fun.” Y/N couldn’t do anything but muster up a weak smile as she hugged her friends.

True to her word Quinn did study with Y/N every single day, she also dragged Y/N to every single boutique that she could find to find the best outfit for the concert, but it was Zoya who had ultimately found the best dress for Y/N to wear on one of her thrifting trips. It was a simple slip dress with intricate embroidery and lace detailing, she had also found the perfect burgundy boots to go with the dress.

The night before the concert was when it really started to hit Y/N, she had a bundle of nerves in her stomach and she felt nauseous the entire night, she couldn’t believe she was actually going to see Harry again, it had been almost a year, and she still didn’t think she was ready.

Quinn and Zoya had showed up to Y/N’s apartment around noonish with their outfits and numbered wristbands in hand, they had gone and camped out to get their place in line, Y/N had politely declined, saying that she was feeling sick--which honestly wasn’t a lie--and wanted to be feeling 100% for the show. The girls had a great time getting ready together. Y/N had missed this part of going out, she loved dressing up, it was the going out part that she didn’t miss as much. Not too long after they were on their way to Forum, Zoya and Quinn were practically jumping off the walls with excitement and Y/N sat in the back of the car with a jumble of nerves in her stomach.

Though she was utterly terrified of what the night would bring, there was a small tiny part of Y/N that was excited to see Harry again, it truly had been too long, and even though the break up had been amicable, neither one had reached out to the other. She wondered if Harry had moved on, Y/N had tried to, she went on a few dates that Quinn and Zoya set her up on, but none of them compared, no one could ever compare to her Harry, he truly was her match. Y/N quickly shook those thoughts away, her goal for the night was to have fun and pretend that she was just another fan who had come to enjoy the music, not the ex-girlfriend of the popstar.

Once they got to the Forum that’s when it all started to sink in for Y/N, she felt like throwing up but seeing the joy on Zoya and Quinn’s faces helped her stay calm, she was doing this for them, she hadn’t been the greatest friend to them, she had always stayed in when they invited her out, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to spend time with them, it was just that she hated going out now, all she did on her nights off was drink wine, eat cookies, and ugly cry to her favorite rom coms. So her going to the concert with them was to make up for that, she wanted to see her friends happy, she wanted to be happy with them, so if this concert made them happy, she would do it for them.

They got in line, they had gotten decent numbers when they had camped out so Y/N knew that they would be pretty close to the stage and she knew that Harry always watched the crowd and he could pick out a face easily, especially a face he knew. Quinn and Zoya conversed with the other fans standing in line while Y/N pulled her phone out to text her little sister for advice, she always gave the best advice simply because she was very blunt.

y/n: i’ve made a colossal mistake

kiara: what did you do this time, don’t tell me you bought that dior bag, i already told you, you don’t need it

y/n: no, i did not buy that bag, but now that you mention it

kiara: no, you don’t need it, just tell me what you did, i swear i’m not covering for you if it’s something that mom and dad will kill you for

y/n: honestly they might

kiara: you’re scaring me y/n/n, just tell me

y/n: i let quinn and zoya drag me to h’s show

kiara: YOU DID WHAT!?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!?

y/n: i know, i know, it’s bad

kiara: no you buying the bag would have been bad, this is terrible, why would you agree to this, wasn’t the reason you two broke up because of his tour and now you’re at the show, y/n/n, even i can’t defend this

y/n: fuck, i know kie, it’s just quinn and zoya were so excited, they bought me the tickets and like it’s all they’ve been looking forward to and i didn’t want to let them down and i’m definitely not ready to tell them about us, so i caved

kiara: you made your bed, you must now lie in it you dumbass

y/n: i’m so stressed kie, what if he sees me, what do i do

kiara: idk, this is new territory for, idk how to deal with exes who are also popstars

y/n: you’re not helping

kiara: okay, just relax, you ended it as friends right

y/n: isn’t that what everyone says

kiara: unfortunately you decided to do this and now you have to deal with it, yes it is gonna be awkward but just forget about your history with him for a night, you listened to the new album right

y/n: yeah, of course i did

kiara: wait yeah you did, i have videos of you crying to it, i can’t believe you let me listen to it with you, your biggest mistake honestly, i’m using those videos for blackmail, thanks for that by the way

y/n: yeah, yeah, whatever, ok back to the topic, so i just pretend nothing happened between us

kiara: yeah, you clearly did like the album, so just enjoy the music, i don’t think it’ll be that bad

y/n: you’re right, i’m stressing myself out for no reason, i’ve got this, i’m gonna have fun

kiara: perfect, now what are you wearing it better be hot

y/n: hold on, i’ll send you a pic

kiara: ohhh, cute, remind me to borrow that next time you’re home

y/n: yeah not happening

kiara: whatever, anyways if harry does see you, at least you look hot, he won’t be able to take his eyes off of you

y/n: that’s the opposite of what i want

kiara: what did we just discuss, we’re going to ignore your guys’ past for the night

y/n: yeah, yeah, i’ll keep you updated

kiara: perfect, i can’t wait to see how this trainwreck of a night is going to end

y/n: you’re so

kiara: have fun, and remember tonight you’re just a fan

Thankfully it wasn’t too long after her conversation with Kiara ended that it was time for general admission to head in, y/n/n just kept repeating the same thing in her head the entire time they walked to their spots, “you’re just a fan tonight, no history for tonight”. Because of their place in line, the trio were pretty close to the stage, they weren’t barricade, but they were in the 3rd or 4th row, and Y/N’s stomach dropped at how close the stage was, there was no way Harry wouldn’t see her. But then she kept on reminding herself, “I'm just a fan tonight”.

Y/N had calmed herself down enough to enjoy the openers and she actually was having fun, maybe her friends were right, she did need to go out more. But as soon as the opening set was over and it was time for Harry to come on Y/N felt nauseous again, it wasn’t too late to fake a stomach bug and go home, but before she could make up her mind the crowd started screaming and she looked up to see the Love Band come from backstage. She could feel her eyes water from seeing her old friends, she really did love them, but she couldn’t bare to even think of anything Harry related after the break up, the only person she talked to was Glenn, but that was because Glenn had made it her mission to continue to be Y/N’s friend even after the break up and Y/N admired her persistence.

Y/N shrunk back into her friends, hoping that none of them had seen her. She was trying to distract herself again repeating her mantra for the night when the crowd started screaming again, she had guessed that meant it was time for Harry to go on and when the Daydreaming intro started to play she quite literally felt her heart stop.

Harry rose up from under the stage and Y/N fought to keep the tears at bay, she couldn’t start crying, the show had barely started. She stared at Harry, she really hadn’t even tried to look at a picture of him since they broke up, and as much as she hated to say it, he looked good, no he looked fantastic. She knew how much Harry loved performing, it gave him a special glow, that’s why she didn’t push for him to schedule less shows so they could make their relationship easier, she knew this was what he was born to do and she wasn’t going to get in the way of that.

Once the initial shock of seeing him had passed, she started to dance to the music, she truly did love the music he made, it made her happy. Slowly she felt her worries melt away as she started to groove along to the music, Zoya and Quinn were having the time of their lives and their joy was infectious.

Harry had this magical ability to truly capture the audience’s hearts and Y/N had fallen victim to it, she forgot about all her worries for the moment and just had fun.

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#Harry Styles #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x desi reader #hs #hslot #hslot la #harry styles fic #harry #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry x reader #exes to lovers #this love series

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pretty-blkgirl · 9 months

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New Beginnings

//gn!reader x Felix//

Synopsis: Felix deserves everything good coming his way.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: it’s a tiny bit sad, but in a “omg I love Felix so much and he deserves the world” kinda way.

A/N: The way I almost cried writing this 😗. Likeeeee, I love Lixie so much

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“And then my hyung made him apologize to the store owner” Felix finished, taking another bite of his sandwich. He was telling you yet another story about his little family that consisted of his seven best friends.

Felix was such a friendly person, always smiling and wanting to share his life stories with everyone he met. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t so nice, and you had to protect him from mean and creepy assholes on a day-to-day basis.

You wished you could take Felix away from there; the little, run-down coffee shop that sat on the rougher parts of town. But he was like you, in desperate need of money to afford to live.

He worked extra hard because he wanted to move somewhere nice with his family. He always talked about a pretty house with a big backyard.

“Minho hyung likes flowers,” He said to you once, as you walked him home to make sure he was safe, “so one day soon, we’re gonna get a nice house with a cool backyard. He’s gonna be able to plant a bunch of flowers”

You always had the urge to cry when he talked to you. He was so sweet, so genuine. The way he spoke made you forget about all the bad in the world. His bright smile made even the gloomiest days seem sunny and warm.

You wanted him to have everything good in the world, he deserved it.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked, making you take your focus off your ham and cheese sandwich. You looked at him and giggled at the goofy grin that decorated his face.

“Yeah, Lixie?”

“You’re gonna be with me forever, right? Even when I get my nice house?”

You smiled softly, nodding, “Yep. I’m gonna be there all the time to see you.”

“That’s good,” He says, taking another bite of his food, “Or, you could even move in with us! The guys love you!”

You laughed again. Felix introduced you to his family thousands of times. You got along well with them, and they always expressed their appreciation for you since you take such good care of Felix.

Minho makes it his mission to pack you a lunch when he packs one for Felix. Chan makes sure to give you a ride home on the rare occasion he’s able to pick up Felix, and Hyunjin always sends Felix with whatever book he just finished since he knows you love reading.

Honestly, you love the guys too. You could say they were like a family to you as well.

“Move in?” You question, “I know they like me but, are you sure they would be okay with that?”

“Yep! You’re like family, plus that’s more money going towards bills”

You burst out laughing at Felix’s honesty. He has a good point.

“Well, I’d love to. Just tell me when I can move in” You joke, but Felix starts to pull out his phone, hands shaking with excitement.

“I have some good news!”

He pulls up a website and shows you a picture you’ve seen a million times. It’s his dream house, the one he’s been fantasizing about for the last couple of years.

You look down to where the details of the house are and see a word in all caps and bold letters.

“Sold?” You ask, “It’s sold? Who bought it?”

He doesn’t answer, but his smile gets even bigger

It dawns on you, and you pull him into the tightest hug you two have ever shared.

“OH MY GOD! LIXIE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU”

“Thanks,” He says in the hug, “It took a long, long while, but we saved up enough to buy it!”

You let him go and allowed him to talk about his plans for the new house. As he talked, you got closer and closer to crying.

You’ve known Felix since the two of you were young teenagers. The coffee shop allowed you both to start working despite your age, taking on full shifts during the summer, then weekends and holiday breaks when school started.

You saw him go through high school, growing out of his awkwardness and into the beautiful young adult that he is today. You saw all his ups and downs, you listened to every trial and tribulation, and you went to his graduation and screamed so loud when he and three of his brothers walked across the stage.

He and the guys went to your graduation too, and you got so startled when you heard 8 loud voices screaming and cheering for you.

You saw his disappointment when he realized he couldn’t afford to go to college, but you saw the hope in his eyes when he talked about all his other goals and aspirations.

And now, you see him in his early twenties, already gone through so much but still managing to be so happy.

His secret? He loved his family. They gave him the strength to keep going. They were his everything when he had nothing. They all sacrificed so much. He never knew love before he met them, and he was sure he would never love anyone as he did them…until he met you.

Everything he meant to you, you meant to him. He saw determination in you, he saw hope, he saw loyalty, and he saw love.

He’s loved you for years, he’s been in love with you.

He knew you were in love with him as well, you guys talked about it. You were all his firsts, so you held a special place in his heart.

You both agreed you couldn’t be together until you were the best versions of yourselves. Sure, all you needed was love but you wanted to be better for him.

And he felt the same way.

Lately, you guys have been talking about finally getting together, Felix wanted to give you the world.

But he couldn’t do that -not yet- so why not start by giving you better living conditions?

“There’s 4 bedrooms. You can have your own room if you like! Our old apartment only had two rooms so we’re comfortable with multiple people in one room.”

You’re confused, and Felix sees that and panics. Didn’t you just say you wanted to move in with them? Were you not being serious?

Are you uncomfortable now? Did he fuck everything up?

“My own room? Y-You were serious?” You question, making him nod quickly.

“Yeah! I talked about it with Channie and Minho Hyung. They think it’s a good idea. You’re family, y/n. You think we’d leave you?”

The tears started to fall now, and Felix gave you another hug.

“What if I’m low on money? What if I can’t help pay bills sometimes?”

“8 other incomes are coming in. I’m sure we’d be fine”

“What if the guys get sick of me? Won’t they be uncomfortable sometimes?”

“No? You know they adore you. They’re super comfortable around you”

“Alright, but what if I don’t want my own room? That’s not fair, I should share too”

He chuckles, “That’s alright y/nnie”

You sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder, “Okay, and…what if….I said yes?”

He pulls away from you and looks deep into your eyes, “Then you need to start packing….like today.”

You laugh and hug once more. This came at the perfect time, because (unbeknownst to Felix) you were about to be evicted. You have been having financial problems, but sharing bills with 8 other people shouldn’t hurt your pockets too bad.

Plus, getting the opportunity to live with people you love seems amazing.

You and Felix hear an alarm go off, signaling your lunch break is over.

He stands first, holding out his hand to help you up.

You take it, thinking about all the new beginnings you are about to experience.

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mooodyblue · 11 months

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hi i’ve never sent a request before but i thought of one/ just a thought depending on what you’re feeling 🫶 but basically my anxiety has been really bad lately and today i had a breakdown in a restaurant bc i was convinced the waiter was mad at me LMAO and i was just thinking abt how elvis would handle a situation like that where his little really doesn’t want to go down but he can tell their anxiety is spiking / they’re starting to panic and he doesn’t wanna push them, but then something pushes them over the edge in public and he just comforts them and helps them drop and gets them away from the situation asap just very fluffy and comforting and yeah 🫶 that’s all 🫶

ugh i feel this 100%!!!!! loved this request vvv much i know this all too well. hope u enjoy! <3

wc: 1.3k

there was something off about you today, elvis couldn’t put his finger on it.

elvis knew you like the back of his hand. he knew your quirks, what set you off, what made you uncomfortable, and how bad your brain could treat you sometimes.

you woke up with a weird feeling in your chest. maybe it was the way elvis sighed when he woke up or how his usual morning kiss didn't linger as long as it usually did. how did something so small cause you so much worry?

it almost worried elvis how quiet you were at breakfast. all you did was poke at your eggs. there was a slight tremble to your hand, heavy sighs leaving your chest as you refused to make eye contact with him.

“you alright, baby?”

you didn't look up at him, shrugging and not replying to him.

he sighed, drinking his coffee and putting his mug down before asking the question that you absolutely dreaded.

“you feelin’ little?”

honestly, there was nothing more you wanted than to finally drop. but it was his day off, he wanted to spend the day with you and his friends and he had plans, you couldn’t just ruin them so suddenly. not on the day of. he was already annoyed with you, at least in your head he was.

“no.” was all you said, poking at your eggs again.

“well—i got the guys to come with us to the memphian tonight. got a good lineup of movies, you wanna go down and get that pretty lil' dress you saw a couple weeks ago?” he asked, trying to get your mind off of things.

“sure, sure.” she nodded.

damage control

“whatever you wanna do.” she mumbled, pushing her plate away.

he did buy the dress for you, amongst other things. he loved spoiling you. with how you’d been feeling, he thought you deserved a nice pick me up at the very least.

it wasn’t until you both settled into the rented out memphian theater that you started feeling bad again. the guys were in a few rows behind the two of you, being loud and talking amongst themselves before the movie started. elvis had to tell them to tone it down a bit as if he noticed it was bothering you slightly.

elvis wrapped an arm around your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to try and calm you down. your leg was bouncing up and down quickly, trying to ease yourself of your running thoughts. “they don’t like me, elvis.” you mumbled.

“sure they do, baby. you know how they get sometimes.” he sighed.

they were just….so loud. and it was clearly affecting you and elvis was well aware of it so chances are; elvis was annoyed that you were frustrated and ruining his night with the guys.

obviously, that wasn't even close to the truth. but your brain told you otherwise.

you felt your chest start to hurt, just trying to keep everything bottled in and to yourself as your thoughts became worse and worse.

“you gon’ start the movie or keep coddlin’ that baby of yours, ep?” billy yelled from the back.

you sunk further in your seat, crossing your arms.

elvis rolled his eyes, “it ain’t me man, be patient. they’ll start it soon. it ain't my fault we’re early.”

there was an audible groan from the back, along with mumbles which you assumed were about you.

“it's my fault.” you muttered.

his eyes widened as he turned to you, taking ahold of your hand. “not your fault at all, baby. you know that.”

“i didn’t wanna go out for lunch ‘n now we’re early.” she grumbled.

“baby, we didn’t go out for lunch cause the guys were eager ‘bout comin' out here. you not wantin’ to eat didn’t play into that at all—you know how i am about you skippin’ your meals.” he frowned, squeezing your hand. “you hungry? i can go get you a lil’ snack, i’ll be real fast.”

you looked at him panicked, “you’re gonna leave me with them?”

“i’ll be super super fast, baby. i’ll bring you some candy, okay? you just wait.” he kissed the top of your head as he got up from his seat to leave the theater, leaving you alone a few rows ahead of the guys.

you kept your eyes forward, refusing to look behind you.

there was a small thump to the back of your head, followed by another and then another. that’s when you turned around, your cheek being hit with a piece of popcorn thrown from his cousin as he snickered to himself. you turned back around, your chest getting tighter as you felt your body begin to shake. why was elvis taking so long?

“quit it, man! that ain’t funny!” and “you’re bein’ a real jerk, man.” were mumbled behind you and god, you just wanted to go home.

elvis returned to the room, his eyes automatically shifting to you as you stood there visibly not okay. he rushed over to you, rubbing your back. “what happened? what’s goin’ on, baby?”

“my chest hurts.” you whimpered, your breathing suddenly getting heavier.

he glared at the guys behind her, “what the hell did you say to them?”

“man, i was just kiddin’ around!” billy defended, sitting up in his chair. “they’re just bein’ dramatic!”

“watch your mouth, boy.” elvis snapped.

you felt tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, shaking your head as you covered your ears.

elvis helped you up from your seat, looking back at the men, “enjoy the movie.” he spat before quickly ushering you out into the quiet lobby.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” you began to cry, trying to control your breathing.

“hey, baby. look at me, c’mere.” he crouched down and took her hands, holding them both securely in his as he looked up at you. “don’t apologize, this ain’t your fault. i got a group of fools as friends, don’t i?”

you sniffled softly, shaking under his touch.

elvis knew you weren’t having a good day and he wished you had brought it up, but you had such a bad habit of overthinking and bottling it all up. he wanted to take away your pain so badly, but all he could do was comfort you.

“baby? you wanna go down a bit? maybe try ‘n forget about all of this?” he finally asked in a softer tone.

you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, nodding as he brought you back to his car—immediately taking you home.

elvis was good at taking care of you, always knowing what to do in situations like these. he gave you a nice bath, wrapped you up in a cozy blanket and put cartoons on for you in the living room until he returned with a plate of nuggets and a sippy cup with your favorite juice. he frowned upon eating in the living room in fear of you spilling something onto the carpet but at this moment he didn’t care.

he rubbed your back softly as you drank from your sippy cup. “you okay, baby?”

“mhm.” you hummed against your sippy cup. “thank you, daddy.”

he gave you a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you were so strong today, daddy’s real proud of you.”

you turned and looked at him, your cheeks growing warm at the sudden praise.

he smiled at your reaction, giving your cheek a small pinch as you erupted in tiny giggles, nuzzling into his neck with the sippy cup still in your hand. “my cute baby, you’re just so cute. y’know that? i ain’t ever lettin’ anyone be mean to you again. swear.”

the puppy dog eyes got him, the look of love and adoration in your eyes as you looked up at him from his shoulder. he kissed the top of your head and brushed your hair back. “i could just eat you right up, baby. that’s how cute you are.”

“daddy no!” you giggled, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“alright, alright. not today.”

#elvis x reader

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wifeyifey · 9 months

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Kyoutani Kentarou x flirty!crush!gn!reader

Description: flirty reader always spends time with their crush, however, their crush is super clumsy and happens to take the guys down with them

A/N: honestly just so fluffy and cheesy I LOVE and I also plan on doing this for other characters but I had this one done and just haven't posted it yet. I just wanted to give yall some other ✨content✨ while I work on the other requests 😊

You and Kyoutani were heading to the cafeteria for lunch. As usual, Kyoutani was holding your bag and his hand was on your lower back as he directed you through the traffic of students as you rambled on about a show that you’ve been watching lately. He doesn’t respond much other than a small grunt to let you know he’s listening and an occasional question when the characters or storyline gets a little confusing. He took you to the food line and grabbed the food for both of you. “Wowww Kyo! You know what food I like? You really pay attention to me, huh?” You wiggle your eyebrows and bump his hip with yours lightly. Kyoutani turns his head with a slight blush and pays for both of your meals. “Hey! Wait! I was supposed to pay today,” you whined and gave a small pout at him. “Just buy snacks later and we’re even,” he said gruffly. You give him a bright smile as you grab your guys’ food and walk over to the table you two usually sit at.

Kyoutani sits across from you as you two eat. He likes watching your facial expressions when you talk so he thinks he has the best seat in the place. He was getting distracted by how cute you are when you’re talking and wasn’t paying attention to the conversation at all. That is until you slip off your shoe and dig your toes under his pant leg to grab his attention. He jumped a bit in his seat at the feeling of your tiny foot caressing his shin. “How the hell is your foot so cold even if you’re wearing socks?” He grumbles out. “Sweet boy, you stopped paying attention to me,” you giggle at his embarrassed expression, “I asked if you wanted to try a bite of my food? I see you got something new today and I wanted to try it.” He looked at your food, then your drink, leaned forward to let you take a bite of his meal and nodded his head towards your drink. “I’d actually like to try the drink you brought today. Ya know, in exchange for that bite,” he gave a small smile to you as you grabbed your drink to hand it to him. “Let me know if you like it,” you smile sweetly as he takes a sip. “I can bring you some if you’d like my love,” he nearly spit out his drink at the nickname.

He should be used to it at this point. You’ve always been sweet to him with these nicknames. He honestly adores it, but you don’t need to know that yet. You usually give all your friends nicknames. Even some of his teammates who you’ve known far longer than you’ve known him. You were their friend since elementary school, so you were around all the time and didn’t like how everyone thought Kyoutani was some terrible person. You made it your job to get to know him and he can easily say you’re the closest person to him. The one who genuinely cares about him and his well-being. But my love is something he’s never heard you use so genuinely. It gave him butterflies and he just wants to do everything he can for you to call him that genuinely for forever.

Soon, lunch was finished and you were getting up to throw both of your trash away. Kyoutani was not far behind as he matched pace with you heading to your next class. However, you were distracted talking about a project you have in another class that you were unaware of the ‘wet floor’ sign. It almost happened in slow motion. Your shoes lost their grip on the freshly cleaned floor and you let out a squeak as you grab onto the closest thing to you… which just so happened to be Kyoutani who ungracefully fell on top of you on the ground. He effectively pinned you down to the ground. “Ow, ow, ow,” you mutter out as you rub your head softly. “God, you’re always a damn klutz,” Kyoutani muttered with amusement in his tone as he has a small smirk and blush on his face. You let out a small bashful giggle, “Kyo, while you make a great weighted blanket, and I’ll probably ask for you to be one in the very near future, we should get off the floor in the middle of the cafeteria,” you say with a smile.

Kyoutani rolled his eyes as he stood up and grabbed your arms to help you up from the ground. After getting back up on your feet, you fix your uniform while Kyoutani flicks your forehead. “Wha-! What was that for?” you whine softly. “That’s for pulling me into your fall, idiot,” he chuckles softly before he wraps an arm around your waist, “You okay though? You didn’t hit your head too hard did you?” he asked. You smile softly at his concern, “I’m ok, Kyo~ Not the first time I would’ve fallen for you,” you giggle as you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. Kyoutani’s face turned bright red. “So… date after practice? You can come over and be my weighted blanket while I make you watch that show I was talking about and some takeout?” you suggest cutely. Kyoutani let out a soft sigh and nodded his head before looking off to the side. “I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” he mumbles out before looking into your eyes again, “it's a… it's a date,” Kyoutani says before kissing your temple softly as his hand around your waist goes to hold your hand. He tugs your hand lightly, “C’mon. Sooner we get this next class over with, the sooner we have our date,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. You smile brightly as you squeeze his hand softly, “Can’t wait,” you say sweetly.

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My “Fake” Boyfriend

Pairing: Best friend! Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, School AU

CW: None

Prompts: 22) “Shut up and kiss me.”

29) “What did you do this time?”

62) “Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.”

Word Count: 4800

Summary: You’re having some trouble getting rid of a guy who has a huge crush on you. Nothing you do or say seems to help your situation so you turn to your best friend for help.

Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee

You and Seonghwa seemed like a very unlikely pairing. You were popular and always up to something, the pure definition of a social butterfly, but Seonghwa on the other hand not so much. He was the more quiet type, preferring to keep to himself and those who he held really close to him, which really only consisted of you and his two other friends Hongjoong and San. As children you and Seonghwa were inseparable, you spent every moment you could together and even had regular sleepovers, taking it in turns with who’s house you stay at, then high school came around and a few things changed. Your friendship circle grew and everyone seemed to know you, but Seonghwa stayed the same, this didn't affect your friendship in the slightest, everything still ran as it was just with the exception of there were a lot more people around you.

Over time Seonghwa grew to get used to your popularity, not like he had any choice really, you were always dragging him to someone's party or inviting him out with your large friend group. It was all a bit much for him at first, not knowing anyone and clinging to you like a lost puppy while you spoke to others, but you soon brought him out of his shell, helping him mingle with some of your closest friends and soon he was one of the group. But that wasn't all that changed over time, while you helped Seonghwa come out of his shell he helped you go back into yours a bit. Parties every weekend have now turned into once a month and you took your studies more seriously, noticing how your grades went from C's to B's and the occasional A. Having been an outsider of your group at one point it helped Seonghwa see who was really your friend and who was only there for the free alcohol, the social status and the possibility to get into your bed. He knew it wasn't his place to tell you who you should and shouldn't be friends with but that didn't stop him dropping subtle hints about how someone was acting towards you, and as soon as you stopped going to parties so often and calmed down a little you could see for yourself who was using you and who wasn't and before you knew it your huge friend group got reduced down to 8 and you had to admit, it was a lot better, easier, more fun...genuine.

And that takes you to present day, sitting around Wooyoung's kitchen table with the rest of your friends for one of your regular "study sessions", or at least that's how they usually started. You all agreed to do a rotation of who's place you'll study at but ultimately plans change, what starts off as a study group soon turns to the 9 of you hanging out and watching movies together. This was one of those days.

Various textbooks and notebooks were scattered across the table, long forgotten about, as you were all sucked into different conversations. The chatter was interrupted by Mingi’s stomach making a loud growling noise, gripping the attention of all of you and you all turn to look at him.

“Well I guess that’s a signal for us to order some food.” Wooyoung clapped his hands as he stood and rushed over to a draw full of menus leaving the rest of you laughing over Mingi’s embarrassed face.

“Yunho’s turn to choose.” Wooyoung announced throwing down a pen and paper and selection of takeout menus for the elder to shuffle through, shrugging at all of them.

“Honestly I’m good with anything you guys pick.” Yunho said holding the menus out to everyone.

“No, we have a system Yunho! You pick.” You all fall into laughter again over Wooyoung who seemed to be getting very dramatic over something as simple as ordering food. Yunho held his hands up in surrender and picked up a random menu.

“This will do.” He held up a pizza menu and scribbled down his order before passing both over to Jongho who was sat next to him to start the chain of orders. San stretched in his chair and let out a satisfied groan before standing up.

“Movie?” He chirps with a smile. It was like everyone was waiting for that suggestion to be made, everyone got to their feet and rushed to the living room to snatch up their seat to avoid having to sit on the floor. You race Mingi to the couch, pushing him out of the way before diving over the back of the couch securing your seat. Hongjoong had grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and led him through the chaos with expert precision, jumping over the ones on the floor and quickly dodging the ones running, and thanks to him Seonghwa secured a place next to you and Hongjoong the other side of him. The last spot was up for grabs now and to your surprise Jongho got it with ease sitting himself down on the other end of the couch, not even out of breath. Yeosang and Wooyoung were pulling at each other to the point they were both on the floor crawling for a spot, but their fighting meant they missed their chances.

“Ah really! This is your fault.” Wooyoung pouts kicking Yeosang lightly with his foot.

“Me!? You’re the one who pushed me to the floor you prick.”

“And you grabbed my leg and tripped me, so your fault.” Wooyoung sulks as he plops himself on the floor in front of you crossing his arms over his chest to emphasise his pouting.

“Aww Woo you can take my seat if you want a seat that bad.” You offer tapping his shoulder sympathetically.

“No it’s okay...I’ll suffer.” He dramatically huffs shooting a glare at Yeosang next to him.

“Well don’t say I didn’t offer.” You laugh.

With everyone seated and happy (except Wooyoung) San finds a movie and presses play. You didn’t even get 20 minutes into the movie before the doorbell rang signaling food had arrived, and now everyone’s attention was more on getting their stomachs filled more than the movie.

“I’ll get it.” Yeosang says getting up from his spot on the floor as San pauses the movie so he doesn’t miss anything.

“I’ll come help, it’s a lot of food.” Seonghwa calls over climbing off the couch and carefully stepping over the others on the floor to make his way to the door with Yeosang. With a mischievous glance behind him, Wooyoung took ample opportunity to steal Seonghwa’s seat despite protests and kicks from you and Hongjoong he stayed rooted to the spot.

“Hey Yeo, can I ask you something?” Seonghwa whispers to him once they get to the kitchen.

“Sure what’s up, and why are you whispering?”

“You know y/n just as well as I do right? And you hung out a lot before she had me join the group, so I was just wondering if she...you know...mentioned anything about me?” Seonghwa could feel his cheeks heat up a little as he spoke and he busied himself with food to try his best to hide it.

“Yeah man, she’s mentioned you loads of times, hardly shut up really. She said you two have been best friends since you were kids, you lived next door to each other and did everything together.” Yeosang started casually.

“She even told us how she begged and begged you to join us from time to time but you always said no, saying there were too many people.” The two of them chuckle together remembering how timid Seonghwa was around large groups and how now it all seemed to have changed. Ironic really.

“Why do you ask?” Yeosang questioned turning to face Seonghwa who was now blushing profusely.

“I’m gonna tell you this because I trust you and because you’re the one who will give me a straight answer.” Before carrying on Seonghwa takes a deep breath.

“I think I like y/n...Like a lot, she’s my best friend but I just can’t help but want more with her you know, so that’s why I asked, I guess I was hoping she’d have said something that might give the impression she felt the same.” Yeosang gives out a sigh once Seonghwa had finished, he didn’t want to do this to him but he knew this was why he came to him, he wouldn’t give him false hope.

“She spoke about you a lot and was always happy when she spoke about you, but if I’m going to be brutally honest with you...I didn’t get any hint she felt the same...I’m sorry.” Seonghwa could see how sorry Yeosang was, it was all in his eyes and how he looked at him with such a pitiful look.

“Look it’s okay, I didn’t expect her too, I guess I just wanted to know so I would know if I needed to push my feelings aside or not, it’s okay really.” Despite his heart being crushed he still gave Yeosang a smile showing that he was okay and helped him carry the food into the living room.

“You son of a bitch!” Seonghwa yelled out to Wooyoung noticing how he’d stolen his spot.

“Hey, you snooze you lose, you left the seat unattended so I took it.” Wooyoung says back with a shit eating grin.

“We tried to move him, we even kicked him but he’s being so stubborn.” Hongjoong sighs slapping Wooyoung across the back of the head to which the younger winced at but still showed no signs of moving.

“Well for that go get your own food.” Seonghwa says as he hands Hongjoong his plate and then yours making sure to clearly skip Wooyoung, enjoying the way his mouth hangs open in shock.

“Not falling for it, if I get up to get food you’re just gonna sit here again.” Wooyoung glares.

“I’m okay with you starving.” Seonghwa laughs. With a huff and a groan Wooyoung gets up and runs to the kitchen to get his own plate and as soon as he disappears behind the wall Seonghwa retakes his rightful spot next to you. Taking a quick glance before taking his seat Yeosang gives Seonghwa a small smile, he can see how happy Seonghwa is with you but he felt awful for being the one to tell him the bad news.

It’s been a week since Seonghwa had confessed his feelings about you to Yeosang and nothing has changed, the group functions as normal and Seonghwa is fine, yes he has to now crush down the feeling he harbors for you but to him it’s worth it if it means he gets to keep you as his best friend.

Walking into his next class, first to arrive 5 minutes early as always, he sees you hiding behind the door. The sight of you crouched on the floor makes him jump a little but if anything he’s more confused than anything.

“Y/n?” You quickly shush him and shuffle yourself further into your hiding spot.

“Sorry, but why are you hiding behind the door?” Seonghwa whispers walking over and quietly shutting the door so you could talk properly.

“I’m in trouble.” You say quickly, peeking your head up to the bottom of the window of the door checking the hallway.

“What did you do this time?”

“Rude, I haven’t done anything.” You answer back slightly offended that your best friend since childhood thought you were the cause of all this.

“There’s this guy Seungmin, I hardly know him and he decided a couple of weeks ago to confess to me out of nowhere.” Seonghwa’s heart fell to the floor, he knew by the way you were hiding that you rejected him, but he couldn’t help the anxiety he felt over it, not only did someone else like you but you rejected him and it just made Seonghwa worry if you’d do the same to him if he ever dared to confess one day.

“I rejected him as nicely as I could but that didn’t seem to be enough for him, he’s been following me around like a lost puppy ever since. He keeps trying to ask me out, he leaves flowers and poems in my locker and any time he’s around me he’s all up in my personal bubble and gets really touchy, and I keep telling him I’m not interested but it never works. So that’s why I’m hiding.” You let out a sigh once you finished sliding your way back down the door to sit on the floor.

“It sounds to me like you need a way to get this guy off your back, you can’t be hiding in classrooms the rest of your school life.” Your head fell into your hands knowing Seonghwa was right but you had no idea how to shake Seungmin, if you did you’d have done it by now.

“Like damn, this guy is really desperate to be with you. Why don’t you tell him you have a boyfriend or something maybe that’ll help.” Seonghwa crouches down next to you resting a comforting hand on your shoulder as you groan to yourself.

“Seonghwa, you and me both know I’m painfully single, he’ll see right through it.” The thought brewed in your head for a few moments and then it was like a lightbulb went off in your head. You shot to your feet quietly squealing with excitement over your plan.

“You! You could pretend to be my boyfriend!” Seonghwa followed your actions, shooting to his feet and looking at you bewhildered.

“What!”

“Come on, it’s fool proof, you’re my best friend, the person I trust the most in my life and I’m always with you it’s so believable and you’ll only have to act like my boyfriend when he’s around.” You were over the moon with your plan but Seonghwa on the other hand was having an internal war with himself over it. The pros being he gets to pretend to be with you, gets to for brief moments treat you the way he so desperately wants to, but the cons were what made his heart sink...it would be fake.

“I don’t know y/n.”

“Come on, like you said I can’t spend the rest of my school life hiding in classrooms so if you could help me with this I’ll be more than grateful.” He wanted to slap the stupid out of him but he nodded to you before his brain could even catch up with everything.

“Really!? Thank you! I owe you big time I really do.” You throw your arms around him giving him a quick hug.

“It’s okay, but you should get going class is in 2 minutes and your next class is the other side of campus.” He chuckles trying to shove you to the door.

Lunch rolls around and you’re sat with your group as usual. The whole canteen could probably hear you all with San and Mingi screeching, Wooyoung laughing and Yunho trying to shout over them to talk to the rest of you. It was safe to say your table tended to gain a lot of attention but today it gained the attention of a certain someone. Being wedged between Seonghwa and Jongho and too engrossed in what Yunho had to say you didn’t notice Seungmin approaching your table.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa whispers to you giving you a small nudge to gain your attention.

“Don’t look but that guy you were talking about is on his way over here.” You feel your body tense up and your eyes widen as you look at Seonghwa who has his eyes fixed on Seungmin who was getting closer and closer.

“We need think fast, what do you want to do?” Seonghwa was purely playing his roll based on you and what you felt comfortable with, if it was up to him he’d shower you with love and affection but he’s not going to over step any lines.

You wrack your brain for a couple of seconds quickly thinking of something...anything. You shuffle closer to Seonghwa, your thigh pressed against his and interlocked your arm in his leaning into him as you rest your chin on his shoulder looking up at him with big eyes while he gives you a soft smile in return.

Watching the scene unfold in front of him Yeosang shoots Seonghwa a questioning look, remembering their conversation last week. Seonghwa glances at the younger and waves him off signaling he’ll explain it to him later but Yeosang can’t help but keep his confused gaze on the both of you. You’re determined to keep your eyes fixed on Seonghwa hoping he’ll let you know if the coast clears. Seonghwa has half of his attention on the group, chiming in where he can so everything looks normal, the other half of his attention is purely on Seungmin who stopped in his tracks when he saw how you were with Seonghwa. It took a few moments for Seungmin’s movements to start again but this time he walked in the opposite direction to your table, leaving you in peace.

“I think he’s leaving.” Seonghwa whispers looking over to Seungmin’s figure shrinking the further away he got. You turn your head a little to look for yourself but you hear a small hiss from Seonghwa.

“Don’t move just yet, he may come back, play it safe for now.” It was true that he didn’t want Seungmin coming back to bother you but most of the truth lied in the fact he didn’t want you to move away from him, the close proximity had his heart pounding out of his chest but the warmth spreading throughout his body felt so nice he didn’t want it to end.

“I guess your plan seems to be working.” Seonghwa chuckles to you making you giggle in return.

“I guess it is.”

Weeks have gone by and your plan has been a hit and miss. When you’re with Seonghwa Seungmin leaves you alone, he hovers around keeping you in his line of sight but never approaches you, however, when Seonghwa isn’t around that’s when you’re in trouble. Just like right now.

It was coming to the end of your free period. You’d spent your time in the library “doing work” when really you were too busy scrolling through various social media apps and seeing as you had 15 minutes left before your next class you felt it would be good to pack up now and get a head start. And that’s when Seungmin found you. Headphones in, you were in your own world as you stuffed books into your locker and sifted around for the ones you needed, you didn’t notice Seungmin leaning against the locker next to yours. Shutting the door to your locker you jump out of your skin when you see him waiting for you, a wide grin on his face now he’s alone with you.

“Hi.” He simply greets, shuffling just the tiniest bit closer to you.

“Hi Seungmin.” You start through gritted teeth as you quickly try to think of an excuse to get away from him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, you’re always with...them.” You knew by “them” he really meant Seonghwa.

“But since you’re here now I want to ask you something.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t stick around...Chemistry starts soon.” You smile your best false smile as you wave your textbook taking a step back from him which he closes in an instant, getting closer then before.

“It’ll only take a second.” You got to give it to him, he’s persistent.

“Look I really...”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me tomorrow night. There’s a new Romcom showing, I know how much you love them.” Oh he couldn’t be more wrong, everyone who knew you knew you’d rather stick pins in your eyes than sit through a stupid Romcom.

“Oh, thank you but I can’t, I have a...a...study group tomorrow.” You’re really thinking on your toes now, throwing out anything that came to mind, but it looked like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Every step you took away from him he’s take two more towards you.

The bell rang signaling for everyone to get ready and head to class but there you were still trying to get away from Seungmin who was dropping different days for you to go out with him and different “date” ideas.

At this moment Seonghwa turned the corner of the corridor where you were, a smile gracing his face when he saw you but it quickly fell when his eyes met Seungmin who was now mere inches away from you. He needed to act fast. Approaching the two of you he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation.

“Oh no sorry not that day either I have...”

“Then how’s Wednesday?”

“Oh that’s the 25th right, can’t it’s...”

“Hey you.” Seonghwa beams down at you throwing his arm around your shoulder pulling you in close to him. He could feel the tension leave you slightly but it seemed you were still on edge.

“What are we talking about here? What’s going on Wednesday?” Seungmin’s face dropped as soon as Seonghwa turned up, finally taking a few steps back to create some distance.

“Oh Seungmin was just...”

“Look don’t worry about it, you have a busy schedule I get that. We’ll work something out.” Now it was his turn to give you a false smile and giving a quick glance to Seonghwa and taking note of how his arm was still tightly wrapped around you before taking his leave. A sigh of relief leaves you and you wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s waist in need of comfort.

“Thank you.” You sigh looking up at him as he looks down at you a little wide eyed.

“No need to thank me, you looked like you needed saving so that’s what I did, I’m pretty sure any fake boyfriend would do that.” He laughs a little at his own joke despite the slight pang of pain his heart felt when he had to include the word fake into his sentence.

“Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.” You joke lightheartedly with a small giggle as you step away from him. He’s glad you created the distance when you did because if you stayed where it was a guarantee that you’d be able to hear, maybe even feel, how his heart was beating out of his chest right now.

“Are you okay though?” He asks dodging your statement.

“I’m okay, I just wish he’d just accept I’m not interested and I never will be.” Seonghwa gives you a small pitiful smile in response.

“I better head off to class, but I’ll see you at lunch.” You say quickly waving at Seonghwa before you start to jog down the hall to your class, leaving Seonghwa with your words stewing in his head.

Chemistry went by pretty quickly and now you were free for the next hour for lunch and a good thing too because for half of the class you could hear your stomach give out light grumbles. Walking through the doorway of the class you were surprised to be met with Seonghwa who was waiting for you.

“Were you waiting for me?” You lightly tease giving him a gentle poke in the ribs with your elbow.

“Am I not allowed to wait for my best friend to finish class so we can go to lunch?”

“Okay, okay, just let me throw this in my locker first.” You say as you hold up the textbook to him as he nods in reply.

The walk to your locker was short and Seonghwa waited patiently for you to finish what you were doing.

“So the next study session is at my place.” Seonghwa starts, leaning on the locker next to yours.

“I was just wondering if...ah shit.” Seonghwa groans dropping his head back on the lockers. Seungmin was starting to get to Seonghwa now too as he watched him strut his way through the crowd and clearly heading towards you. It’s times like this he wishes he wasn’t such a nice guy and just wished he could tell him to fuck off.

“What?”

“HE’s coming over again.” Seonghwa groans again, his patience wearing thin.

“Nah, he won’t come over, you’re here.”

“Oh really because he seems pretty determined to talk to you again.” You shut your locker door and turn to look in Seungmin’s direction, he was indeed heading your way, waving at you when he noticed you looking in his direction. Your eyes widen and panic sets in, you don’t want a repeat of earlier and it seemed this time Seonghwa’s presence wasn’t going to get you out of it.

“Seonghwa what do I do?” You flap, turning to face him eyes blown wide with panic and Seonghwa’s expression not looking much better. You wrack your brain again in search of a way to get Seungmin away from you, but the only idea you had was pretty drastic but it was the only idea you had.

“Kiss me.” You blurt out. Seonghwa’s eyes widened so much if they got any wider they’d surely fall out of his head.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” You say with more urgency.

“Y/n, I don’t know about that.” He was avoiding it for your sake, if it was up to him he’d have kissed you in a heartbeat but he knew deep down this was all just to get rid of someone so he couldn’t help but hesitate.

“Seonghwa... Shut up and kiss me.” You could hear Seungmin’s footsteps getting closer and Seonghwa wasn’t moving so you took matters into your own hands. Gripping him by the collar of his shirt you pulled him down to you crashing your lips into his. It was like a firework factory had been set alight in Seonghwa’s stomach, his mind going dizzy as your lips moulded to his and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, his body had a mind of it’s own.

Lost in the sensation of Seonghwa’s lips on yours you didn’t notice how Seungmin’s footsteps stopped abruptly. He watched the whole thing unfold, he was denying that you and Seonghwa were “a thing” but now seeing how he held you in his arms and you kissed like air wasn’t a necessity it got the message into his head...you were taken. With a sigh Seungmin hung his head low and walked straight past the two of you unbeknownst to the both of you.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away from the kiss and is quiet for a moment as he let’s himself come to terms with what just happened.

“Well looks like it worked.” He breathed out seeing no sign of Seungmin.

“Oh...Yeah.” You didn’t care about Seungmin right now, actually you’d completely forgotten about him until Seonghwa brought him up.

“Umm...Well...Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks rubbing the back of his neck avoiding eye contact with you.

“Actually...I’m great.” You smile more so to yourself.

“Really?”

“Yeah, this might sound a bit crazy to you but I don’t feel awkward about the kiss at all...it’s like...” Seonghwa brings his eyes to your face now, studying every little movement.

“Like what?”

“Like it felt right, like it should have happened a long time ago.” You could feel a small blush creep up to your cheeks at your confession. You meant every word you said, kissing Seonghwa felt exactly like what you’d been missing in life for so long, like it was the last piece to a puzzle.

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa was refusing to look too deeply into what you were saying out of fear of getting his heartbroken if he misunderstood you.

“I mean...I liked it...I like you...I guess it just took me to kiss you to realise it.” You dropped your head to look at your feet, to you your whole friendship was hung on a thin string. Seonghwa brought your head back up to look at him again, a finger under your chin as he looked over your face again looking for any sign of doubt, to which he found none. That was his message. Cupping your cheek in his hand he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was deeper and it poured out every ounce of love he held for you, how much he wanted you to be his and only his. This time you were the one to pull away with an awestruck look on your face.

“Seonghwa?”

“I like you too y/n, I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, but fuck, I like you so damn much it hurts.” You couldn’t find the right words to say to him, nothing you could think of felt right in that moment.

“Y/n, please, be mine.” He held your face in both hands keeping eye contact with you. Then you nodded, not trusting your mouth to answer for you, so you nodded with a wide smile. In that moment you both found the missing pieces to your puzzles and yet they were in front of you the whole time.

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Camping (Swagger Souls X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: Day 28 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: None used

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As always, my requests are OPEN

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I don't know why, but someone decided we should go camping. We were paired off, and in normal Misfits fashion, we did something stupid in these groups. There were the New Zealanders, the Americans, and the idiots. Fitz and Tobi were paired as the New Zealanders, Matt and Swagger were the Americans, and Mason and I were the idiots. Don’t ask why.

We were told to buy a car that we would drive around Tasmania. Instead of actually putting in the effort to get a car, Mason and I called up our friend Cris and told him to surprise us. It wasn’t until everyone was showing off their cars (Mason and I showed up with beers) that we finally found out what car we got.

“Cris, can bring our car?” Mason said in a weird voice into the walkie-talkie. Soon after that, a pink Cadillac limo pulls into the lot. He goes to high-five me, shouting, “Let’s go! We’re living lush!”

Next thing we knew, we had all made it to Tasmania, minus Sunny. We were at Walmart getting tents and other stuff to prepare for camping.

“I’m staying with Swagger,” I called out as soon as we exited the cars. “Well, where else were you gonna stay?” Swagger asked rhetorically. “It’s not like you’re gonna sleep with Mason.”

"Oh my fucking god! Shut the fuck up!"

With that, we all went into Walmart with our tent buddies and came up with a plan, Swagger was going to get a tent, and I was going to get an air mattress and blankets. Then, we would get snacks together.

Once we got to the campsite, everyone’s tents were set up, and everyone was higher than the stratosphere, we finally called it a night (after Mason nearly killed himself). I climbed into our tent as Swagger was finishing setting up the mattress. As I zipped the door closed, he fell onto the mattress with a laugh before beckoning me to join him. I rolled my eyes as I crawled onto the other side.

After a couple of moments of silence, Swagger broke the calmness,” Y’know, I’m sorry I dragged you into this. You don’t even like camping.”

“You don’t know that,” I pointed out. “We’ve never been camping, so I don’t even know if I like it. Honestly, not too bad so far.”

“You’re not just saying that because they’re our friends?” He asked, quietly.

“Nah, but I do think we should go camping just the two of us,” I whispered back.

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#swaggersouls x reader #writing inktober 2022 #bad268 #swagger souls x reader #swaggersouls #misfits #thing268 #ship268

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evita-shelby · 6 months

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Incantatrice

Chapter 19

Cw: offscreen murder

*Spoilers* rip Arthur

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @wandawiccan60 @zablife @call-sign-shark @cljordan-imperium

The negotiations with Polly Gray had gone well.

For letting them live and move to Boston with Ada or Australia with Polly, all she had to do was hand over Tommy Shelby. They’d give up their life of crime and never bother again.

Tommy had damned them all, it was only right that he gives up his life for them. It wasn’t like he lived anymore, he merely existed.

One man in exchange for many.

Well, two actually.

Polly didn’t know about Arthur, but Edward Ross needed to be avenged. It was the least they could do for Mrs. Ross and the other mothers of the other boys he’s maimed and killed in the boxing ring.

But that wouldn’t be traced back to them, after all, was it Changretta’s fault that Mrs. Ross had bought a gun for the occasion? Was it her fault that Arthur killed her Edward?

“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” Ada Thorne asks as they meet each other for a third time in the library.

“Yes, I was one of your investors, and a guest at a charity gala my family invited you to. Don’t worry, your company will be in good hands, we Rileys got a Midas Touch when it comes to business.” Eva kept her back to her and perused the shelf some more.

Shelby had spies everywhere, Eva had rooted most of them out and now there were several here watching them. Good, she thinks as she sows seeds of suspicion between Tommy and his only sister.

Especially after it’s just them and Finn left.

“I’d ask why you are doing this to us, but I already know the answer.” The woman took the book next to hers and wisely didn’t ask for what she already knew. “What do you gain from this?”

“Justice for my husband’s father and brother, a kingdom ripe for the taking.” Eva answered honestly, no need to lie about it now. It was all going to end soon, very soon.

February 3, or near that date.

Tommy would be dead, every Shelby scattered to the wind and the Changrettas building an empire from Tommy Shelby’s ashes.

All because the man didn’t verify if the shooter had even been Italian.

“The Spiniettas fear you, don’t they?” Ada asks something even her brother and aunt didn’t seem to piece together. “They know you are the reason Luca is on a whole other level, and they know he isn’t satisfied with following orders anymore. So the two of you took your chance to leave and carve out your own place here.”

“Even your brother didn’t put two and two together, Mrs. Thorne, color me impressed.” The witch comments and yet refused to turn around. “My husband will stop once Tommy is dead. As long as you keep away from this you and your son and your little brother will live. You can even keep your share of the company.”

“I won’t betray him, if that’s what you’re asking.” The communist turned businesswoman caught her drift very well. No wonder the legal part of Shelby Company was doing so well.

But Tommy won’t trust her word either, not when Polly is betraying him and Arthur dying in an hour.

“Not asking you to, just asking you to focus on other things.” Eva smiled and gestured to Benjamin Younger waiting to meet with her just on the other side of the aisle. “You could be happy again, Ada, happy with your son and perhaps a daughter. All you have to do is step aside.”

Ada doesn’t speak, but Eva hears her agree to it anyways.

“I didn’t think the woman had it in her.” Matteo laughs in surprise when the decoys deliver the news.

It had not been planned by this, but Luca knew better than to deny a mother long overdue justice.

Arthur Shelby had been dead the moment he came into her parlor and sat there while the boy in the photograph was cold in the ground. Mrs. Ross had been told how he hurt his wife, how her sweet Edward wasn’t his last victim and given the push needed to buy herself a gun.

Only Thomas was left and soon enough he’d be joining his brothers in hell.

“No one knows rage like a mother,” Luca said taking a new matchstick into his mouth. He’d been warned of this chance in plans, of the wagon in his path and how this helped seal the deal with Polly.

A nephew is not a son, the witch had said as she kissed him goodbye this morning. You will have your enemies at your feet before the first flowers even bloom, my love.

“What makes you think your old whore will keep her word, Luca?” his right hand asked knowing Arthur was part of Polly Gray’s deal.

“She won’t want me to kill her little boy. I didn’t run out of bullets by accident, you know.” The capo couldn’t wait for Polly to know just who she was dancing with.

She’d thought herself safe believing they didn’t know she was spying for her nephew, but after today, she’ll know better.

Polly Gray overestimates herself, he knows that very well. After all, she’d thought he’d never find out about her dalliances with Gray while he was in America. Luca had to teach her a lesson, teach him a lesson too.

Perhaps after this is over Luca will tell her how he killed her husband and had her children taken away for cheating on him all those years ago.

She could hold a grudge, just not as good as he did.

“Salvatore, take us to London. I have a meeting with Sabini.” Luca ordered as he made plans to take over London even if little Aurora Sabini lives long enough to marry his son.

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angelsdevils · 2 years

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Sano Shinichiro

Title: Not Like I Am In Love With You

It was wrong, so wrong to love your best friend. But how could he not capture feelings, when all he wanted was your body all to himself? He was losing his mind, every time your arms wrapped around him. He could never fight the blush that would dust his cheeks as he looked away from you. He loved it when you held his hand when walking the streets, or when you cuddled into his side when you guys were relaxing. You were amazing. But you guys were best friends. Best friends since you guys started elementary together.

How was he supposed to confess to you? It would ruin the friendship that you guys held dearly. But if he didn’t confess, he knew he would eventually combust from the love he held for you. You weren’t like the other crushes he had, he loved you. So much, and if you rejected him, it would hurt him so much. He was stuck in a very rough spot.

“Shinichiro… are you listening?”

Shinichiro snapped out of his thoughts looking at you in surprise before looking around.

“Sorry, what?”

“You weren’t even listening. That hurts, what do you have your mind on?”

‘you’

“Nothing, sorry. I zoned out, it’s been a long day at the shop. Do you forgive me? I will buy you ice cream…” He said and you laughed.

“You are such a dork, I was saying… you were spending the night right for our date?”

“Date?!” He practically yelled, and you looked at him confused.

“Uh, yeah. Wakasa said that you wanted to do a movie date at my place. But you were too busy at the shop to ask.”

‘That fucking asshole, shit…’

“Right, sorry.”

“So…”

“Yes, we are still on. Sorry, like I said long day.” His cheeks heated up and you sighed.

“You haven’t been sleeping, have you? If you are tired, we can reschedule it.”

“Nah, plus I would have ended up staying the night anyway. So might as well keep our plans.” He smiled and you smiled back lacing your fingers with his. His heart rate started to speed up as he stared at you. You swung their hands as you walked back to your house. You walked in and headed straight to your room, pulling you along. You laughed as he pulled you on top of him as he fell on your bed.

“Shinichiro~ stop that…” You laughed as he nuzzled your hair.

“Mm make me…” he mumbled and you went to get up but he pulled you back down. You reached for the remote as he turned you guys over so you both were facing your television. You clicked to yours and his favorite movie before allowing him to hold you tightly.

“Let’s get more comfortable Shinichiro…”

“Fine…” He let you go and you got up, and he sat up leaning against the headboard. He opened his arms and you crawled into his arms and he hugged you to his chest. Once you both got comfortable, you pulled the cover over your bodies and focused on the movie.

It wasn’t long before Shinichiro’s eyes trailed to you in his arms. He bit his lip as his eyes trailed over your features. You were so beautiful, and he was sure he was falling in love with you all over again. He chewed on his bottom lip, as his eyes went to your lips. He averted his eyes back to the screen, but he honestly didn’t care about the movie. He took a deep breath and decided if he was gonna confess, he was gonna go big or go home.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you look at me real quick?” You looked up at him confused, and his breath hitched.

“It’s… not like I am in love with you or anything but uhm..” He trailed off before placing his lips on top of yours. Your eyes had widened in shock. When he noticed you weren’t responding to the kiss, he started to pull back. You ended up tangling your fingers into his hair and pulled him back down to kiss you.

Yep, what started out as a slow and steady friendship soon turned out to be like dominoes and he was now free falling in love with you. He kissed back and pulled you into his lap. He smiled and pulled away again, once you both needed air.

“I am so in love with you (Y/N)…”

“I thought you weren’t in love with me… but I love you too.” You teased and he blushed but smiled.

“So I didn’t just ruin our friendship?” He asked relieved.

“Oh no, you definitely ruined our friendship…” You said and his smile instantly fell.

“What?”

“We can’t stay as friends after you just kissed me and we just said we loved each other.”

“I don’t under~”

“Idiot, you have to ask me to be your girlfriend. We can’t just let the opportunity waste.” You said and he blinked before realizing what you were saying.

“Shit… Sorry. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course you dork.” You laughed and showered his face in nothing but kisses.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 9 months

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Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 13

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge. They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

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The amusement at the crushes shown to Izumi caused Hisashi to chuckle as he watched the screen. Ah, his daughter was quite the catch. Sure, he found the attention on his daughter a bit annoying, but it meant that people liked her. And when he got her back under his wing, perhaps she could convince others to follow.

If anything, Tomura was the one upset his sister was being looked at like that. He did not enjoy the idea of anyone touching her! That was his sister! They would have to go through him first to date her! More so with Tomoe. His niece needed a good other parent.

Izumi was oblivious to that, though. Or the bets being made on her future partner by a lot of the country and even the world. No, she was busy ignoring that, along with the snickering of her mentor and foster parents.

Jerks.

However, the screen started up soon, and her mind became caught on the future.

All Might hands Tomoe off to Midoriya, who takes her with a groan. “God, that was embarrassing,” Midoriya complains.

“A little bit, but it’s good you’re healing young Midoriya.” All Might tells her. “Thinking anyone is attractive yourself?”

“Not really?” Midoriya admits. “I dunno. I mean, I thought Mirukio was attractive, and Hawks is too, though I honestly try not to dwell on that stuff. More so since Hawks is gay, it feels weird to think he’s cute when I’m a girl then.”

“Eh, not like it matters,” Hawks mused. “I don’t mind.” It mattered if she tried to get him to change his mind. It had happened before, both with his transgender identity and sexuality, that people wanted to change his mind. The trans thing happened with a dick of a handler who was an extreme holdout who got fired after he’d threatened to ‘teach Hawks a lesson,’ and it freaked out some people on how he said it.

(Hawks decided he didn’t want to know when he’d asked his new agent. The woman, Ito, had gotten a dark look in her eyes and said it wasn’t an issue anymore.)

The sexuality thing was from the crazier fangirls. Girls who refused to see there wasn’t a chance or who deluded themselves into thinking he was lying to wait for them. The latter was rare; he’d only met two, but the first kind was widespread. He’d met just as insane men who were fans of him or even Miruko, but those ones weren’t in denial of his sexuality.

Midoriya acknowledging her attraction didn’t match his orientation was nice. Maybe more people would do that and move on, other than either claiming they could change it or whining that he was gay. Sure, You could be disappointed, but making a scene annoyed him.

“Well, I’m happy you feel you’re in a safe environment to explore those things.” All Might smiles, and Midoriya blinks.

Oh. It’s not just because he’s arrested. It’s also because I’m out of mom’s house, isn’t it? Midoriya swallowed. Her plans for me… being attractive then meant I’d be a commodity for people to buy. Now it’s just teenager stuff… Midoriya shakes her head as she walks down the hall with All Might. Not something I want to dwell on for a while. I’ll do it tonight when I don’t have a tournament to face.

It wasn’t. Izumi was safe to contemplate people being attracted to her or to feel her own attraction. But she wasn’t fond of it due to leaving her mother’s house.

Why did it have to be like that?

The screen morphs to show Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu facing each other in the arena.

"Offense and defence in one! The dark samurai and his darker shadow! From the hero course, Tokoyami Fumikage, along with his conjoined twin Dark Shadow, will fight the great creator! She was admitted because of recommendations, and I think we can all see why. Also, from Class 1-A, Yaoyorozu Momo!" Mic announces. The crowd all erupts in shock.

“His Quirk is his twin?” a woman asks in shock when the screen switches to them.

“Wow,” her friend says. “I’ve heard of that stuff. Probably Tokoyami’s Quirk is his appearance, and his twin’s Quirk is… well, what the twin looks like. It’s rare.”

“It’s impressive!”

“It’s weird. Does it even count as like a Quirk?”

“Of course, it does!” people all over the crowd chat about the different Quirk. The screen passes to 1-A’s seating area, where Midoriya enters with Tomoe, who holds her tightly.

“Sorry guys, she doesn’t want to let go. Teachers say it’s fine, given she’s not in the fight exactly.” Midoriya apologizes as she moves to sit with Uraraka and Iida.

“Hey, Tomoe’s our mascot now.” Kaminari declares. “Our good luck charm.”

“Oui, little Tomoe is very lucky,” Aoyama chirps. He winks at Tomoe, who giggles. Bakugou scowls at the two, though he doesn’t say anything. Ojiro, near Aoyama, makes a face but shakes his head.

“Lucky Tomoe!” Cheered Mina, ignoring Ojiro.

“She will be our lucky charm!” Hagakure said eagerly. “She’s cheering us all on!”

“Her mother most of all,” Aoyama laughed, smiling at the screen. Being forced to spy or not, it was nice to see him able to interact with others to make friends.

“We’re all just accepting she’s part of the class,” Sero laughed.

“Of course she is!” Mina said dramatically. The class laughed, even Ojiro.

“So, Midoriya. You’re good at analysis,” the tailed teen says, drawing attention away from Tomoe. "How do you think this one will end? Any clue?" Midoriya glances to the field and hums.

"Timing is going to be the key thing here," Midoriya replies. Tomoe looks to the field.

“Shadow?” the toddler asks. Midoriya pets Tomoe’s head.

“Yeah, honey, Tokoyami and Dark Shadow,” Midoriya tells her. “And Yaoyorozu.”

“Yao-momo?” Tomoe asks. Midoriya blinks as Kaminari snickers. Ashido, who walks in, also laughs.

“Yaomomo!” The class cheered. Momo flushed as they all laughed.

“Hope you like the new nickname. Doubt you’ll lose it,” chuckled Jirou as she watched the sillier members repeat it.

“It’s nice to have friends,” Momo admitted with a smile. It was. She always felt set apart from her other friends for her money. Or she would feel weird in the competition that many rich children had. She wanted friends, not rivals. She was happy to have them finally.

“That’s a good one,” Ashido says as she sits down. Ojiro clears his throat.

"What do you mean by timing?” Ojiro asks.

“Well, Yaoyorozu is more long-term strategy than short-term,” Midoriya explains. “Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, though… they’re brilliant and used to sudden environmental changes. It’s going to come down to if they can rush her or she can make the match last long enough to think.”

“So a matter of luck then,” Fumikage mused as he looked at Yaomomo, who nodded her head.

“Indeed. We will see who makes the first strike!” She beamed at Fumikage, the teen nodding back. They would.

The screen shows the arena again.

Present Mic's description of Tokoyami was accurate. With Dark Shadow, he's skilled at both attacking and defending. Dark Shadow can appear instantaneously, so there's little doubt they'll start the match with a preemptive strike. If I can make a simple shield, I can block them. But I'll have to be fast about it, or else this fight will be over in a matter of seconds. Just like that. Then, if I have enough time to make... Yaoyorozu thinks.

“And she lost,” Shouta said to Hizashi, who sighed.

“Probably yes. We’ll have to work on her reactions.” He agreed.

“It is possible she could still pull off a win,” Toshinori suggested as he played with Tomoe, having rejoined the adults. The two men gave him looks. “Unlikely but possible. She is quite intelligent.”

“A chance is a chance,” Shouta allowed. “But the fact she’s thinking all of this right now isn’t a great sign.”

“We never know,” Toshinori stressed.

"Second match! Begin!" Mic announces, causing Yaoyorozu to gasp. Panic is evident on her face as Tokoyami and Dark Shadow move.

"Go, Dark Shadow!" Tokoyami orders.

Dark Shadow burst from Tokoyami's chest, cackling out loud as she did, "I've got her!"

Quickly! A shield! Yaoyorozu thinks as Dark Shadow moves towards her. A shield begins to materialize on her arm, and Dark Shadow slams into it, shoving her back.

"Now it's my turn to attack!" Yaoyorozu says as a staff begins to form in her left hand. Dark Shadow, however, moves back to attack her, causing Yaoyorozu to lift her shield.

“Ah… Yaomomo?” Mina turned with a wince to look at the taller girl, who looked lost as she stared at the screen. “Umm… there aren’t turns.”

“I… yes, yes, you’re right.” The girl swallowed noisily. “I… forgive me, I need a moment.” She walked off soon after, leaving behind a group of wincing classmates.

“Chess player syndrome,” Iida said. He coughed at the confused looks. “Apologies. My brother calls it that. It’s when someone like Yaoyorozu tries to apply the strategy they know to real life without thinking further. Like a chess player, going by the rules.”

“… you are not nearly as straight-laced as I thought,” Kaminari said in awe. Jirou rolled her eyes as Iida shrugged.

“I was raised by pro-hero parents. I like rules and structure. I detest when things go out of plan and get frustrated when I don’t have things happen just how I like them. Admittedly, I’m big on etiquette and the such, though I believe that may fade given how I’m already, as you’d say, ‘loosening up,’” Iida shrugged. “My brother recently told me that he taught me cheap shots, as some would call them, because he’d been trained to do so. I don’t think it’s inconceivable I can adapt.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jirou said as she looked where Yaoyorozu went. “Should we go after her?”

“Eh… I don’t think so. She’s probably embarrassed,” Mina said honestly. “I mean, a recommendation student losing because she didn’t think things through?” The girl shrugged. “Even if it’s just our first year, people are assholes.”

I can't focus on my quirk! Yaoyorozuthinks as Dark Shadow keeps attacking her, driving her backward. Her shield breaks, but she quickly creates a new one before Dark Shadow strikes her again before stopping. Why has she quit? This is my chance! Yaoyorozu thinks as a staff begins to form in her left hand.

"Yaoyorozu! You're out! This match goes to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow!" Midnight announces. Yaoyorozu looks around before glancing down at her feet. The teen gasps in shock upon seeing her right foot over the boundary line.

Momo flinched, gripping the sink in front of her. She’d escaped to the bathroom while the screen played, giving her a moment of peace.

She was so stupid. How could she … do that? She didn’t think things through and made such a rookie mistake! She could hear all their voices, all the kids at her old school.

Suck up.

She bought her way in.

Lazy bitch.

She probably will end up on her back, won’t she?

The thought of their words about her made Momo yank herself away from the sink to the toilet.

She was sick at the thought.

"Wow! Another fast victory!” Mic cries over the sound system. “Dark Shadow and Tokoyami are unstoppable, it seems!” Tokoyami bows to Yaoyorozu, Dark Shadow mimicking him before the two walk out of the arena.

"I lost... I didn't even... do anything," Yaoyorozu says sadly.

The screen shows class 1-A. Tomoe is cheering while Midoriya nods.

“Tokoyami and Dark Shadow had a strategy worked out early, it seems. He obviously caught on to her ‘chess master’ mind and knew not to give her time to create like a bomb or anything.” Midoriya says. “She needs to work on her short-term strategy and maybe on her Quirk. She made that second shield super fast; I think it was instinct. If she could hone her creations to be instinctive…”

“That’s an excellent point,” Shouta said. “Paintball gun that keeps shooting her at random times?” He asked Hizashi.

“Yes, and she has to discard her shield each time.” His husband agreed.

“Followed by adding another gun,” Toshinori said as he pulled out a small notebook to write down the ideas. “So she has to make two at once.”

“Or armour.” Shouta nodded. “Plus exercises to help her refocus and keep calm.”

“She can handle calm. I think she ends up overthinking more,” Hizashi said. It was very possible. The girl was intelligent, but she didn’t think things through perfectly. Or when she did, she stuck to one single possibility and couldn’t account for deviations.

She very much possessed a chess mind, as Tensei would say.

“We are so lucky she doesn’t want to be a villain.” Uraraka remarks. Midoriya turns to agree before Kaminari speaks up.

“Midoriya or Yaoyorozu?”

“Both.” Uraraka, Iida, Ashido and Aoyama chime in, making Midoriya go red. The rest of the class laughs, though Bakugou scowls.

The screen moves from the laughing faces to show Todoroki walking through a hallway.

“If Tokoyami beat Yaoyorozu so easily, would he beat Midoriya?” Todoroki wonders before turning a corner and seeing Endeavor leaning against a wall. "What do you want?" Todoroki asks a sneer on his face.

No one in Japan was happy to see the man. Endeavour had already decided to stay in his office for the day, ignoring his buzzing phone or the fact his sidekicks refused to look him in the eyes. Burnin’ had even closed her eyes to report to him. Pathetic. None of them understood what he did.

He deserved to be the number one. Now more than ever, given All Might had lied his entire career. He would be number one; he knew it. And his training would pass muster. It was harsh, perhaps, but how else to keep his masterpiece alive? He had to focus on Shouto over the others; the boy would be the next number one.

A line of unbroken heroes descended from the Todoroki family.

Midoriya would be at the top for a while, but Endeavour doubted she would stay there. No, when Shouto managed to overcome her, she would step down from heroics, he bet. Take the time to parent her children properly she would have. Endeavour checked his phone. His contact hadn’t answered about the fostering situation yet, but their plans would work out.

They always did.

"You're acting disgracefully, Shouto. If you simply used the power in your left side, you would've had an overwhelming victory in both first rounds. It's time to stop this childish rebellion of yours. You have a duty to surpass that imbecile, All Might. Do you understand what I'm saying? You're different from your brothers. You're my greatest masterpiece," Endeavor states as Todoroki walks by the hero.

"Is that all you have to say to me, you bastard? I'll win this match and advance using only Mom's quirk. I won't give you the pleasure of seeing me use yours," Todoroki replies, continuing his walk.

"Even if that works for you in this tournament, you'll soon find the limits of that power," Endeavor growls after him.

“… I have to say it, but the jerkass has a point,” remarked a civilian to another.

“Seriously?” Her friend asked. Kaze, a fellow worker in their office, turned to them.

“You’re not wrong. Todoroki refusing to use half his Quirk can have dire biological consequences, or in the future, he could lose a fight badly.” The rabbit-like man nodded.

“Exactly,” the first woman said. “Rebellion is all well and good, but he should stick to like dying his hair pink and dressing like a punk over anything else. So Endevaour has a point. He’s also still a bitch.” The group snickered.

The screen shows 1-A again, though Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu were with them this time.

“Shadow!” Tomoe makes grabby hands at Tokoyami. The teen chuckles as Dark Shadow emerges to coo.

“Hey Tomoe! Did ya see us?” the shadow asks.

“Yes!”

“Good job, Tokoyami, Dark Shadow,” Midoriya says to the two. Yaoyorozu looks small as she sits, hunched over.

“Yeah, man and uh… gal, that was fast!” Kaminari says loudly. Yaoyorozu shrinks more.

“Given you were going up to what amounts to a demigod, I guess you needed to be quick!” Uraraka jokes, her eyes flickering to Yaoyorozu. Midoriya and Uraraka trade a look when Yaoyorozu looks startled.

Izumi nodded. Of course, she’d notice and try to cheer up Yaomomo. Honestly, it did just amount to luck in the end, with Tokoyami taking advantage to startle her enough to get her out of bounds fast.

Ochako felt the same, glancing at the door where the taller teenager was. They’d just been told online lessons would start soon and needed to prepare. While they used a classroom the day before, they’d be in the dorms for the classes, laptops and headphones provided.

“Ah, then we have triumphed over a demigod like a monster of old,” Tokoyami voices dramatically.

“Usually, the demigod wins, but yeah,” Midoriya chuckles.

“I don’t know if demigod fits…” Yaoyorozu voices softly.

“Are you kidding?” Uraraka asks her. “Man, the only reason Tokoyami got you was because he and Dark Shadow knew better than to give you time to think!”

“Without a doubt,” Fumikage pitched his voice to be heard in the bathroom, hopefully. He didn’t want Yaoyorozu to feel bad or to hate herself. Though perhaps it would take longer than this. Who knew?

“Indeed,” Tokoyami voices. “We knew your light would strangle our dark if we dared let you have time.” The short teen dramatically bows to Yaoyorozu. “You will one day be a terrifying warrior for the light.”

“Just got to keep your mind sharp and train your creations to be instinctive. You were fast with the second shield- you didn’t need to wait and think of how it was made.” Midoriya tells Yaoyorozu. “Maybe you can train with Dark Shadow more or try to use a batting range to train your body to make shields on instinct. Along with weapons.”

“That sounds lovely,” Momo said as she washed her mouth with water, having made a glass. She wiped her mouth with a towel she also produced.

She could already tell her phone would soon be flooded with messages from the nastier girls. Perhaps even Intelli was getting her comments in.

The thought made Momo want to puke more.

But she knew now where her weakness was. She could adjust it. She could.

Hopefully…

“I… thank you.” Yaoyorozu smiles gently at the three. They grin at her as Iida speaks up,

“If you need any other help, I would like to work with you. I have… been reminded I tend to accept that people wish to be fair or are telling the truth, which can lead to destruction..” He frowns to himself.

“Is this why Hatsume isn’t going to be part of the tournament?” Midoriya asks.

“Yes,” Iida says. No one asks more as Mic’s voice rings around them.

"Enough standing around. Now, welcome to the ring, our next players!”

The screen shows Sero and Todoroki standing in the arena, facing each other.

"He's got skills! But at the expense of some really creepy-looking elbows. From the hero course, it's Sero Hanta!" Present Mic yells. "Versus, an early frontrunner in the competition who's way too strong for his own good. Someone who rightfully got into the hero course based on recommendations! It's Todoroki Shouto!"

The screen shows class-1A again. Midoriya’s attention was taken to the field, a frown on her face. Bakugou leans forward in his seat; eyes narrowed at the opponents.

“I’m going to die,” Hanta said. “Endeavour pissed him off, and I’m going to face the consequences.”

“R-I-P.” Kaminari spelt out. Hanta snorted as Todoroki just glared at the screen. He’d been furious since the scene he had with his dad, and no one had wanted to say anything.

"And now, for the third match of the finals," Mic says over the mic as the view returns to the field.

"Ready?" Mic asks.

"Well, I don't really feel like I can win this fight," Sero starts saying, stretching as he does so lazily.

"Begin!" Mic yells out.

"But, man. I don't feel like losing, either!" Sero finishes his words, acting quickly. Tape shoots out from his arms, wrapping around Todoroki. Sero twists, aiming to throw the other teen out of the boundaries.

“Holy shit!” A civilian laughed. “Go Sero!”

“Kick the kid’s ass!”

"That attack could throw his opponents out of bounds!" Mic yells out amidst cries of shock. “A brilliant surprise opening from the underdog! Way to start off strong, Sero!"

Todoroki is still swirling around, his hair covering his face, but then he briefly glances up, a dark shadow seemingly covering his face. “My apologies,” he speaks before placing his right foot on the ground. Ice speeds out from the point of contact, rushing out in a burst. Sero cries out as it reaches him.

The screen shows All Might and Recovery Girl in the stadium’s nurse's office. The room rumbles, causing Recovery girl to pause, looking up with a squint.

"Is that... an earthquake?" Recovery Girl asks.

"What the heck is going on? Was that?" All Might wonders.

“Overkill,” Shouta said. “Bet you anything.”

“No bet, babe.”

The screen shows the announcers' box. Present Mic and Aizawa stare at the field in shock right before the screen switches to 1-A’s box. A colossal glacier is before them, nearly hitting them as they stare at it. Tomoe whimpers, curling into her mother, tears in her eyes.

“Cold!” she whines.

Shouto winced a little. He didn’t mean to hurt Tomoe. He’d just been mad and… reacted…

The dual-haired teen stood up and stalked out, eyes widening. He’d been mad and reacted. He hadn’t MEANT to hurt or startle anyone, but he had.

It… it was an accident. Yes, it was. But he needed to be in control. He needed to prove he wasn’t his father.

Dabi scoffed at the screen. Stupid little brat, just like Endeavour, wasn’t he?

The screen shows the heroes Death Arms and Kamui Woods patrolling outside the stadium. At shouts, the two look up to see a glacier of ice coming out of the top of the stadium.

"Holy crap," Death Arms says in awe.

The screen shows the arena. Todoroki lets out a breath, his breath misting in front of him. The view switches to Endeavour, who watches the fight with a sneer. He snorts and looks away as the screen returns to the arena, where Todoroki breaks off the tape around him. The frozen pieces fall to the ground in a thump as Todoroki takes another breath.

"Um... don't you think you went overboard?" Sero asks off-screen. Todoroki looks up as the camera turns to Sero. The other teen shivers from where he sits, completely frozen in place.

“Intense!” Inasa shouted. The tall teenager had been struggling with the reveals of Endeavour. He hadn’t met the younger Todoroki and thought the kid was like his father. Knowing the truth made it hard, but seeing this?

It made his blood start pumping! It was so intense! Hot blooded! He couldn’t wait to meet him!!

"Tell the truth, Sero. Can you move at all?" Midnight asks as she shivers on the stage.

"Are you kidding? Obviously not. My body is freezing!" Sero replies.

"Sero has been immobilized! Todoroki advances to the second round!" Midnight announces.

The screen shows the stands, the crowd staring in shock at what happened. People trade looks before a female pro hero calls out.

"Um. Well, nice try!"

"Nice try!" Another voice calls.

"Nice try!" More people join the chant.

"Nice try!" The entire crowd calls.

"Nice try!"

“Oh, because that’s not embarrassing.”

“Damn, I feel for that kid.”

The screen shows the arena again with Todoroki walking up to Sero. The red and white teen places a hand on the glacier holding the tape user. Steam begins to rise from the ice.

"Sorry. It was a bit much. I was angry, is all," Todoroki says softly.

The screen moves to Midoriya, who looks at the field with a frown, her shoulders slumping as she holds Tomoe tightly.

"As the crowd shouted, trying to make Sero feel better, Todoroki took a moment to melt his opponent from the ice prison he'd created. For some reason, in that moment, he looked very sad to me," Midoriya's voice narrates.

Midoriya Inko sits on the couch in her apartment with her head in her hands.

“I was wrong,” the woman says, shoulders shaking. “I was wrong.” She looks up with tear-filled eyes and sobs loudly. “I was wrong. God, what have I done to Izumi? To… to Tomoe!” the woman cries as her TV blares.

“Are you…” Izumi sighed deeply. She put down the trash she’d been carrying to prop her hands on her hips. The sheer amount of whiplash she kept getting was baffling.

Her mother ran off; then it was revealed she’d attempted to force Izumi to give up Tomoe. Okay fine. But now this? Just…

“What do you WANT?!” Izumi screamed at the screen. “What do you WANT, MOM? Do you want me back? Do you feel sorry for me? Are you finally realizing things?”

She couldn’t keep going around and around. She just couldn’t.

Her father repeated her emotions. He had loved Inko even if Izumi was more important to him. Killing her brought him only a slim amount of pleasure in destroying the person harming his family. Seeing her repent…

No, it didn’t matter. She still did it. He had to hold onto that. She deserved punishment for her sins. And the only worthwhile punishment was death.

The conflicting emotions continued with Mitsuki. She knew Inko. She knew the woman was stubborn and refused to see things that didn’t match her views.

But she still had hope. Hope the woman will one day realize she was wrong. People could change, and it would be an uphill battle, but they could. She could hope Inko would change. Maybe… maybe the future would show it. Perhaps they would see it. Maybe Inko would come back…

She wouldn’t allow Inko around Izumi. She’d put herself between them until Inko and Izumi were ready to meet. She…

She hoped.

"Welcome back to the finals, everyone! Sorry for that long wait! The huge amount of ice from the second match has finally been cleared, though, so it's time to welcome new competitors! We have the dazzling Frenchman- wait, is he?”

“His mother is French.”

“Ah, thank you. Yes. We have the dazzling Frenchman Aoyama Yuuga, the sparkling man of 1-A, facing off against the one and only terrifying frog herself, Asui Tsuyu, also of 1-A!” Mic calls out as the screen switches to the two competitors walking out onto the field to face off. When they reach their position, Aoyama strikes a pose. He places a hand behind his neck and cocks his hip with a smirk.

“My navel laser will lead me to greatness, mon ami. Perhaps you should give up already?” He asks.

“Ribbit, I don’t think so.” Asui croaks out. The two face each other as Midnight cracks her whip.

“Please limit any large attacks,” the woman calls out. Both teens nod in an answer as Mic begins his countdown.

“And BEGIN!” He shouts. Aoyama instantly shoots a laser out of his belt while Asui jumps, managing to get over said laser. She lands on the stage and shoots out her tongue to try and grab Aoyama. The teen dodges, shooting his laser at his opponent.

The screen shifts to 1-A, where Midoriya observes the field with a frown.

“Sooo, who are you rooting for, Midoriya?” Uraraka asks.

“It’s hard to say,” Midoriya admits. “Aoyama and his laser are a bit of a glass cannon, while Tsu is calm and durable. However, Aoyama can shoot his laser faster than Tsu can shoot her tongue out. Though she did one tell me…”

The screen returns to the field where Asui opens her mouth and coughs hard, her stomach coming out through her mouth. Loud cries of disgust echo around the area, Aoyama pausing in his attempt to use his laser to gag. It gave Asui the time needed to use her stomach to regurgitate acid, spitting it at Aoyama’s belt. It lands on the belt and begins melting it. He shrieks as Asui swallows her stomach and uses her tongue to grab the blonde, throwing him out.

“… Tsu, that was amazing but disgusting,” Ochako told the frog girl, who shrugged.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Tsu asked. “Surprised the acid worked so well.”

“Stomach acid is some of the most destructive acid,” Yaomomo said thoughtfully.

“Ick,” Aoyama made a face. “I do not want to fight you again.”

“Well, you probably will!” Midnight declared as she walked into the common room. “Morning, kids! I’ll be your first chaperone, babysitter, whatever you want to call me! School starts after this episode!”

“Midnight-Sensei,” Iida began politely, “how will we be able to focus with the screens?”

“Think of it as a test for the future as heroes when you need to pay attention to multiple things,” Midnight said. “During important parts, we don’t mind, but sometimes you can just ignore what’s happening, or so we hope!”

Ochako thought it was a wasted hope, but she’d find out. Maybe they could ignore it if needed.

The screen goes back to Midoriya.

“That she can throw her stomach up to wash it. Excellent way of disturbing people. Didn’t know she could use the acid in it like that.” The green-haired girl wrinkles her nose, a hand firmly covering Tomoe’s eyes as the baby babbles. “Though honestly, that is impressive. I wonderwhatelseshecandowiththat.” Midoriya begins mumbling. Bakugou scowls at the back of her head.

“Shut the fuck up, Deku!” he snaps loudly. “No one wants to hear your nonsense!”

“Not true!” Uraraka says back. “Though I can’t understand it, what were you talking about Midoriya?”

“Fucking- would they stop!” Katsuki glared at the screen. Deku was annoying! Why would they want to hear her? Sure, she was right about some stuff, but the muttering drove him crazy. Ugh. Whatever, he’d stop complaining. Just wait until she drove them all up the wall with her stalker tendencies.

He ignored the voice in his head, repeating that she wasn’t a stalker. He was waiting for the proof he had changed to occur. It shouldn’t take too much longer. He just needed to be patient. After all, they saw Auntie change, and he’d been right! She was a good mom! She just needed time! He was a kid; he just needed time to!

Katsuki felt so assured by this proof that he’d already brushed past most of his doubts. Auntie had proven herself. A piece of his world was right, so everything else was right.

Katsuki fell upon the idea that he’d been right after days of being told he was wrong. A backslide in his halting steps forward to understand he was wrong. Time would only know if he could change or not.

Meanwhile, Shouto walked back into the common room after he’d used ice to create a sculpture. He ignored his future classmates and Midnight, who seemed willing to let him be. They’d already arranged to talk about Endeavour with Nezu in a few days.

Not that anything would change. No, his father was too powerful. At most, a slap on the wrist, Shouto knew. The fact that UA made moves against Bakugou in the future and that his unpleasant habits were being exposed now pleased him.

They couldn’t stop his father, but they would stop the next version of the man.

“Ah, honestly, I was wondering what else she can do with her stomach. She mentioned a mucus that stings people too, so is she also somewhat a poison dart frog style with her own stomach acid this way?” Midoriya wonders out loud.

“Frog?” Tomoe asks. “Like me?”

“Ah yes, we’re talking about Tsu baby.” Midoriya kisses Tomoe’s head.

“Wait, Bakubro!” Kirishima turns to Bakugou. “You need to get down to the waiting room!” Bakugou scoffs but stands up.

“You better watch me, especially you half and half!” Bakugou turns to Todoroki, who just arrived, looking more annoyed. “I’ll prove you chose the wrong person to challenge!” Bakugou growls darkly before he stomps out of the stands.

“He did!” Katsuki shouted angrily. He’d show them all! He was the best! He wouldn’t fail!

Meanwhile, Monoma Neito felt very afraid. He walked into his classroom very pale, ignoring the looks of his classmates.

He was going to die.

“Monoma is going to die,” Uraraka says flatly.

“Bakubro won’t be too bad!” Kirishima disagrees.

“No, he will,” Ashido says. “He was willing to go after him during the calvary battle, and he’s angry that Monoma dared fight him.” She scowls. “Can’t believe I worked with him.”

“He’s a good guy!” Kirishima says. “Or, well, he can be! I can tell!”

“Yeah!” Eijiro insisted. Ashido shook her head as Uraraka and Iida unsubtle stepped away from him. It hurt. It did. But he… he couldn’t just abandon Bakugou! He was a good guy! Eijiro knew it! He saved him after all, and they saw how he’d jumped in to save All Might! It only made sense!

His thoughts were mimicked by a lot of the public, who agreed. There had to be some sort of good in him. There had to be an outside reason for his actions; after all, bullies often were abused at home. Or did the school let him down?

It was more comforting to think that everyone around him was the issue than the idea that a child could be so wrong.

“What do you think, Midoriya?” Tokoyami asks, his voice a bit loud. Kirishima winces, hearing him speak. Midoriya bites her lip.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she says after a second. “But I will say the idea he’s never had anyone to show him the ‘right way’ is wrong. He’s just never faced consequences for his actions.” Kirishima frowns, shaking his head.

“He was willing to jump in to save All Might! He trusted all of you to be able to fight off the villains! He willingly went to help Aizawa-sensei!” Kirishima says firmly.

I wonder how much of that was due to him wanting to get even about someone who got the drop on him, though, given he went right for Kurogiri, Midoriya thinks. She doesn’t say it out loud, though, instead focusing on Tomoe, who tugs on her shirt.

Eijiro hadn’t thought about that. It had to be wrong, though. After all, who'd be that stupid to attack someone way more skilled just because they beat you once? Only idiots would do that.

“Potty,” the girl says. Midoriya stands with the girl and nods to her classmates as she walks out of the seating area. The screen moves from her to one of the waiting rooms where Monoma is sitting. He has his eyes closed and is breathing as deep as possible. His hand goes to his pocket and pats it before he lets out his breath.

“Alright, I can do this.” He mutters. He walks to the door and opens it. Leaving the room, he begins his walk towards the arena. Midoriya and Tomoe appear, walking back from the bathroom as he does.

“Oh!” Midoriya pauses upon seeing him.

“Huh?” Tomoe blinks, staring at the blonde boy, who stares at them in shock.

“Ah! Sorry- I was taking Tomoe to the bathroom when she wanted her rabbit, and this is the way to the stairwell to the locker rooms where I tucked her toys earlier!” Midoriya laughs. “Good luck, your Quirk is really cool.”

“You truly think so?” Monoma asks her.

“Well, yeah,” Midoriya says. “I think it’s a super cool Quirk- I like Quirks in general, so a Copy Quirk? Really cool.” Midoriya smiles at him, and Monoma blinks. He glances at Tomoe and then at Midoriya herself.

“Don’t say something stupid,” Neito muttered to himself. He had a case of foot-in-mouth syndrome, as his mom called it. Just saying stupid stuff without thinking. He tried to tone it down, but sometimes it slipped.

“You are not as full of yourself as I thought 1-A would be,” he says, sniffing slightly. Midoriya blinks and then shrugs.

“Most of us aren’t. But ego isn’t a bad thing; it’s only when it becomes too crazy that it’s bad, right?” Midoriya shrugs. “When you think of everyone as lesser or hurt people… that’s when it’s bad.” Midoriya’s shoulders slump slightly before she places a smile back on her face. “Good luck!” she repeats. Monoma watches her go, a somewhat stunned look on his face before he returns to walking out to the field. The screen morphs to the announcer’s booth, where Mic is frowning.

“I’m not too certain about this,” he tells Aizawa. “Bakugou was stopped from fighting him in the calvary battle, and he’s got to be mad.”

“Bakugou’s smart enough to know he can’t do anything on live television,” Aizawa replies. “His parents certainly never had any clue about any of his behaviours before we told them about it and before the battle trials. He knows when not to act up when he can face consequences.”

That… was something very unsettling to Eijiro. But he couldn’t let himself believe it. People were so mean for no reason! Like… Bakugou was just misled. He acted better in front of his parents cause everyone did! Eijiro acted excellently in front of his dads, after all! And you always put your best face forward in public!

Meanwhile, Katsuki scowled darkly at the screen, very bitter. Hobo-sensei could fuck off. He was acting polite. You did that in public.

He ignored the voice, pointing out he’d always avoided putting Deku in her place around his parents or when they weren’t in areas he could, like school. It was being polite.

“True,” Mic nods before he flicks on the microphone. “Hello festival goers! We’re back with our fourth match of the tournament! In one corner, we have the explosive blonde who managed to make a smooth comeback during the cavalry battle, Bakugou Katsuki from class 1-A. In the other corner, we have the copycat, the blonde with the potential of a thousand Monoma Neito from class 1-B!” Mic cheers as the screen moves to the field where Bakugou and Monoma stand.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Bakugou says, grinning. Monoma scoffs.

“Oh, so you’re that egotistical? Did your feelings get hurt when I called you a damsel in the second event?” Monoma taunts. Bakugou snarls once more as the countdown rings around them.

“BEGIN!” Mic cries out. Bakugou launches himself forward, and Monoma slams his hand into his pocket before yanking it up, his body turning steel.

“And it seems that Monoma got his hand on some Quirks to help him in this match!” Mic calls out. “Tetsutetsu’s Quirk is giving him a hand here!”

“So MANLY!” Tetsutetsu shouted with his fists in the air. Monoma seemed so cool! He couldn’t wait to meet him, even if Kendo wasn’t cool. He bet the others were super cool!

“Fucking weakling!” Bakugou roars as he blasts Monoma. The copy teen winces and then attempts a punch, Bakugou dodging it. “You’re pathetic, needing to rely on others to be a hero!” Bakugou growls out.

“And you’re just a lowlife who needs to get the upper hand on everyone!” Monoma shoots back as he gets out of the way of a blast from Bakugou. He switches Quirks, his hand expanding as he swats at Bakugou. A call of ‘Kendo’ rings out from Mic, pinpointing the owner of the Quirk. Monoma surprises Bakugou enough to startle him, knocking the blonde aside. It’s not enough for it to work, as Bakugou manages to use his Quirk to stop himself from being knocked out of the ring, causing explosions to push him away from the edge.

Monoma responds by shrinking his hand to shoot some explosions at Bakugou, having copied the Quirk himself. The copy Quirk user winces, shaking his arm after one large explosion that Bakugou had to dodge.

That hurts. Bakugou must have worked on strengthening his arms a lot to be able to do that. Monoma frowned. Damn it, I knew better than just to assume I could use a Quirk I copied right away, even if I hadn’t had an issue with a brief use before. I learned that years ago.

“Why do I always forget that,” Neito asked himself.

“Cause you’re a lazy copycat,” a classmate mocked. Neito snorted at them.

“Says the one with the intelligence Quirk they purposely got a license to use in everyday situations.” He mocked back. “When it only activated if you drink tea.”

Intelli Seiko flushed, glaring at the boy. It was unfair! First, that ridiculous Yaoyorozu got into UA despite her scandalous Quirk and now this brat? So unfair!

She hadn’t seen herself either, which meant the school was foolish enough to ignore her. HER! The most incredible mind since Nezu! She’d show them! She’d beat them all! Perhaps she would even meet Midoriya herself and win the girl away from them. Allying herself with the future number one was the best idea, after all.

The screen turns to the stands.

“Damn, the copy kid is neat,” a hero says to her seat neighbour. “Think I can bug my agency into accepting him as an intern?”

“Sounds cool. I like the explosion kid, though. He’s got fire.” Her neighbour says.

“Dunno, explosions like that?” a hero behind them says. “He’s a walking collateral damage sign. Rather go for the copy kid.”

“I stand by that,” the hero on the screen said. She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “I cause enough damage with Metal Fists; I don't need any more.”

A few others agreed though others thought if the kid could learn to control himself better, he'd be a good choice. He had the power. He just needed control.

Neito smiled to himself. He'd never heard that before, that someone chose him over someone else. It was always ‘we'd rather have the actual person with the Quirk than a cheap copy.’ It was nice to hear that someone chose him. It made the voice inside him that kept saying he was useless shut up a bit.

Though for the explosive teen himself…

“WHAT THE FUCK! THAT’S BULLSHIT!”

“KATSUKI KNOCK IT OFF!”

The screen returns to the battle where Monoma is steel once more as Bakugou launches a barrage of attacks. It’s a war of attrition as long as he’s focused on me like this. Monoma thinks. I have a time limit, and even steel will collapse to explosions. I should have tried to figure something out with Bondo. Gluing this guy’s hands together would work!

Bakugou is close enough to the other boy that Monoma manages to kick at Bakugou, knocking him back, but he has no time to do anything else before Bakugou recuperates quickly. The explosions are getting bigger and bigger, the ground ripping up from around Monoma.

“Done talking, huh?” Bakugou taunts. “Pathetic.” Monoma’s hands clench in response.

“… I am going to wipe that smirk off his face,” Neito decided. Intelli scoffed, but Neito ignored her. He would make that boy regret his words.

Yeah, and I’m not going to win. But I will make sure he loses that smirk. Monoma thinks as he takes another kick at Bakugou. Bakugou dodges, but as he does, Monoma switches the quirk. Instead, scales develop up his arms, and he clenches his fists. Some of the scales shoot off his arms at Bakugou, who yelps.

“It looks like Monoma has switched to Hiryu Rin’s Quirk Scale!” Mic shouts over the crowd as Monoma continues to shoot at Bakugou.

The named boy grinned. He made it into UA! That was so cool! And hey, Monoma was using his Quirk to show him off! Awesome!

The screen swaps to Midoriya, who is watching on a TV screen in the locker rooms.

“He’s giving his classmates a hand up by showing their Quirks off,” Midoriya remarks as Tomoe cuddles her bunny. “It’s impressive.” She kisses Tomoe’s head when the toddler pulls on her tank top. Midoriya pauses after she does. “Ah, I need a new overshirt.”

“There’s some in the public lockers,” a voice says. Midoriya jumps and turns to see the ponytail girl, who gives her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m Kendo Itsuka.”

The screen pauses on the girl as Mic speaks up, “Kendo Itsuka! Quirk: Big Fist! She’s able to enlarge her hands while also increasing her strength. She’s a fiery redhead with a bit of a temper!” The screen continues.

“I don’t have a temper!” Itsuka said, insulted even as some classmates exchanged nods. Fit her to a tea.

“Nice to meet you,” Midoriya says, bowing her head. “You were the big hand Quirk, right?”

“Indeed,” Kendo agrees. She frowns. “Is Monoma bothering you?”

“What? No.” Midoriya shakes her head. “He’s been weird, but I think he’s hyper-aware not to say anything wrong.”

“Huh,” Kendo blinks. “He’s been snappish about 1-A for a bit, though Tetsutetsu managed to calm him down without me stepping in. I thought he was doing it secretly.”

“Well, he’s probably been snarky to others, but I think he’s unwilling to say anything to me.” Midoriya shrugs.

“At least he has some tact, then.” Kendo sighs. “Sorry, I just find him annoying.” She admits.

“That’s rude,” Izumi said. She began grabbing trash again, wanting to focus on something other than her emotions spiralling inside her. Her mom realized she was wrong. No? After she crossed the line of no return?

Or was it the line? Could Izumi accept her mother again? Could she go through with the pain of dealing with her mom? Or not?

It confused Izumi too much, so hauling trash and focusing on the screen was better. More so, given that Kendo was acting rude. Why would anyone just out and say they found someone annoying like that?

“Everyone’s a little annoying,” Midoriya says as behind them, the TV shows Monoma shooting more scales, Bakugou forced to use his Quirk to destroy them rather than dodge. “Monoma strikes me as someone who has always been compared to others. He was startled when I said his Quirk was cool.”

“It doesn’t give him a right to whine and moan about things,” Kendo sniffs. She shakes her head. “Just tell me if he’s being a pest, I’ll set him straight.” Midoriya pauses.

“Didn’t… didn’t it say she hit him?” a civilian asks a friend.

“... I think it did.” swallowed the other, the two trading looks. What the fuck? Did the girl hit someone for being annoying? What kind of person did that stuff?

“How would you set him straight?” Midoriya asks. Kendo lifts a hand and mimes a chop.

“Discipline,” she says. “It’s the only way to get boys to listen.”

“So you physically assault people because they’re annoying,” Midoriya says. Kendo blinks and shakes her head.

“It’s not-”

“It is.” Midoriya grabs an overshirt and pulls it on, juggling Tomoe. “Excuse me, but I’d rather not be near a bully.” She leaves the locker room, Kendo standing there looking puzzled.

“What?!” Itsuka shouted. “I’m no bully-”

“Yeah, you are,” one of her more common victims said. “You smack me constantly when I’m arguing with Chano, my FRIEND, and we play argue. You refuse to listen to us when we tell you you’re wrong.” Itsuka scoffed at the boy.

He had to be lying. They all were; she wasn’t a bully. It was discipline that she would smack people who were annoying others or being pests. It wasn’t bullying. They were all lying because they hated being pointed out as bad people.

She wasn’t a bully!

The screen morphs once more. Monoma is glaring; teeth bared as he shoots scales, dodging around Bakugou as the other teen blasts away. The copy teen ends up near the edge of the boundary line. He glances down and then up. Bakugou’s face is pulled into a terrifying grin, eyes on fire as Monoma’s arms slowly descale, the scales landing on the ground.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” Neito muttered, staring at the screen.

In his home, Katsuki smiled like a shark. He was going to show them. He’d put the rat in his place and enjoy it.

“Out of time, huh, copycat?” Bakugou barks. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He grins ferally.

I want that smirk off his face, Monoma thinks angrily. His hands shake as he glares back. He glances down one more time, and then he smirks himself. I wish I could prove my superiority over this bastard, but I must consider how my abilities are lacking in some areas. However, I know just how to put him in his place. The next blast from Bakugou causes Monoma to step back right over the boundary line.

Silence hovered around Japan and those watching elsewhere.

At least until the first person snickered in each area, for Neito’s classroom, it was the teenager himself. For I-Island, it was Melissa who giggled. At the beach, Shouta snorted.

People began laughing hard. In disbelief but also amusement. Monoma had lost on his terms; he’d stepped back and let things happen. It was something that, while petty, everyone found funny.

Even Hisashi in his lair laughed as Tomura cackled, high-pitched. Both greatly appreciated the boy for his actions, putting the explosive brat in his place.

Only three people didn’t laugh. Mitsuki and Masaru had exchanged looks before looking towards their son’s chillingly silent door.

“Monoma is out of bounds!” Midnight declares. Bakugou freezes. Monoma makes sure to lock eyes, a smirk on his face before he plasters a disappointed look over it. Bakugou’s face goes still as he stares at Monoma, who bows. A roaring sound echoes around Bakugou, and it looks like Midnight is speaking.

But Bakugou only stands there, eyes widening as Monoma walks away. A look of rage passes over his face, and he steps forward with his hands crackling, but the sharp snap of Midnight’s whip breaks through the roar.

Katsuki exploded. “THAT RAT FUCKING BASTARD SON OF A BITCH! HE FUCKING STEPPED OUT ON PURPOSE! IT’S HORSESHIT! I DIDN’T WIN! HE CHEATED!” The teen let out bursts from his hands, screaming his rage at the screen. He didn’t destroy anything; it was his own home, and he wouldn’t want to break his things.

But he made plenty of noise as he screamed out his rage. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to show the world that he was the best! He was supposed to force UA to acknowledge he had to go to their school! Yet this copycat freak decided to step out of bounds!

He was going to KILL HIM!

“You won, Bakugou,” she tells him. “Go.”

He does wordlessly, rage still apparent on his face even so. His shoulders shook as he stomped away, the screen shifting to the announcer’s booth.

“Our next opponents will be on the field in a few minutes while we fix the damage,” Mic says into his microphone before he turns it off. “So, did Monoma purposely step out?”

“I’m about forty percent sure he did,” Aizawa agrees next to him. “If so, I don’t know why.”

“To annoy Bakugou?” Mic asks. “I can understand the wish.”

“Wow,” Mika muttered as she wiped her tears away. “Even the teacher?”

The sentiment was carried by many. A few felt it unfair, given the boy was a teenager, but others only felt agreement. The kid was annoying on screen. Few would be able to put up with his attitude in truth. Screaming, yelling, and verbal abuse just wasn’t something they could deal with. He wasn’t the type of person they liked at all.

Katsuki himself just yelled even more. Who did that cockatoo bastard think he was?!

“Hizashi, you’re supposed to be a neutral teacher.” Aizawa reminds his husband.

“I am, but I can’t really like him,” Mic admits. “He’s annoying, and while the kid is at least good at English, he is offended he’s not the top scorer. Have you seen how mad he gets whenever he hears that someone is higher ranked than him?”

“You’re already giving out rankings?” Aizawa asks.

“Usually, we wait till midterms…” Shouta looked at his husband, who shrugged.

“Don’t look at me right now. I give them out if asked, but I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Only for those who ask. Bakugou demands it once a week and is furious whenever I tell him he’s still only fifth in the class. He knows someone is fluent but hates that he’s not second, at least,” Mic replies. “It’s concerning how personal he takes it. I was wondering if I should direct him to Hound Dog.”

“You think there’s something mental going on?” Aizawa asks.

“EXCUSE ME?!” Katsuki shouted. He wasn’t crazy! He was perfectly sane, thank you!

His parents looked at each other again. Their son wasn’t crazy or anything. But… they honestly were wondering this now, too. How could he do all those things and not think they were wrong? How could he act like he was without thought? Maybe some disorder?

They didn’t want to think their son was just like that. It hurt too much to think their son could be so selfish and cruel.

“I’m thinking that there’s got to be some sort of complex the kid has, and while we have him on the Red Flag, I don’t know if just giving him consequences will fix his issues. The kid is a brat who was allowed to do what he wanted, but I actually do wonder about his issue with not being the best,” Mic says.

“Could just be that he was top of the class before,” Aizawa suggests. Mic shakes his head, frowning as he stares at the field, Cementoss fixing up the arena.

“Not like this,” Mic says. “He gets offended and furious about it. Not just upset or annoyed. I had to threaten him to get him to shut up after the first test, where he cornered me after class and demanded to know who cheated to be better than him.”

“He actually thought som… no, wait. He thought Midoriya cheated to get in,” Aizawa says. “He doesn’t like it when his world is shaken, does he.”

“Doesn’t look it,” Mic says. “Kid’s going to need a reality check and a full-on hand-holding. Don’t know if UA can help with that.”

“Or if it’s something Hound Dog can help with,” Aizawa says. “He’s not a full therapist after all.”

Hound Dog shook his head. He wasn’t a therapist at all. He knew a few people he could call and ask for help, but he wasn’t sure who would be willing to work at UA. Honestly, Second Chance sounded to be the best route for the boy. He had issues upon issues from the sounds of it, and Hound Dog couldn’t handle them. The therapists at Second Chance could, though, given they specialized in dealing with borderline criminal teenagers, cases of abuse, anti-social personalities or more.

In all honesty, Hound Dog thought Second Chance rivalled UA for their programs. It was just that no one considered them viable because they were a reform school. You would be surprised by how many kids they got, though. Some were there because of discrimination, but a majority were kids who had gotten big heads or were violent. Bakugou would fit it. He had a big head due to how society treated him, with the lucky break of having been praised for a strong Quirk rather than despised for an explosive one, which led to him using his Quirk how he wanted to without care. If it was just how he was raised or a mental condition making his traits worse, they would figure it out and help.

Hound Dog just felt happy the kid could get that chance. As long as Bakugou didn’t screw up now, SC would accept him. If he did screw up in the new timeline, bad enough that they wouldn’t let him in, the hero feared what the boy would become.

The screen changes to Bakugou, the teen snarling as he stomps down the hallway.

“That bastard! He stepped out! He gave up!” Bakugou growls. “COWARD!” Bakugou roars.

“He is a fucking coward!” Katsuki screamed. The shit was not facing his due punishment. How sickening! The little shit had whatever happened to him coming!

That bastard is nothing more than another pebble in the road! Yet I couldn’t prove that I was better than him! Bakugou thinks angrily. His hands shake as he stomps down the hallway. He looks furious as he glares at nothing.

Everything is wrong. I didn’t get first place at all in the past two events! I’m the best! I’m the future number-one hero! No one can beat me! Bakugou growls as he finishes his thoughts.

“I’m going to win,” he vows darkly. “I’m going to win this tournament and remind all the extras who is better than them! And then I will find that copy-bastard and show him never to step out of bounds again purposely!”

After that, the screen went to the timer, and Neito laid his head on his desk.

“I’m going to die in the future… at least the smirk is gone,” he muttered. He ignored the voices around him of his classmates, just focusing on his thoughts. He had lost the fight but also won in his own way. He chose to step out of bounds, not face being beaten by Bakugou.

It felt good to know he had managed that. Maybe it put in a good word for him at UA now that he had been able to face the teen head-on without worry. Maybe heroes saw and thought he did good.

Maybe Midoriya saw; wow, he should not be thinking of that. Probably. Even if she was kind of cute.

(UA did take notice, with Nezu drafting an email to accept the boy into the school immediately. Without Bakugou or Mineta, 1A was lacking two students, after all.

Some heroes did take note, too, writing his name down for the future. A kid who won in his way was a good choice for internships. It showed he was willing to do what it takes to win and could think outside the box.

And as for Midoriya? She noticed, too. And was very impressed by someone pulling one over on Bakugou.)

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Notes

Hey! Sorry for the long wait. I took a mental health hiatus over the summer after trying to do some pride stories and realized I couldn’t think. I could not write and felt majorly off. I’m better now, particularly now. School is coming back, and I quit nights, which probably helped. But I’m back, baby!

Fun facts before we start:

This originally was two chapters. I put them together due to their shortness.

And I got two comments complaining about how I wrote Kendo on the last chapter… and I deleted them both, followed by blocking one of them because they basically ranted about how I ‘needed to check my facts before putting my headcanon here’ and ‘Kendo is in the right to hit Monoma’ never mind YOU NEVER PUT YOUR HANDS ON SOMEONE LIKE THAT. Also, my fic, my rules, ya’ll don’t need to read (ALA, that one dumbass who also went: bad Inko, all I need to know is not to read this drivel, which… it’s in the tags?!)

Kendo smacking Monoma is NOT OKAY. I don’t care about the justifications. Hitting someone because they’re ‘annoying’ isn’t okay. If I have Bakugou in trouble, why wouldn’t I address Kendo? No, seriously, why? Why do we have a double standard of female-on-male violence being okay while male-on-female violence is not? Smacking someone so hard they pass out is horrible, and Kendo is a bad person for doing it, so she gets stopped early in this fic. (And Vlad SUCKS for not stopping it in canon) Seriously, I was surprised I got those comments, but none about the Hatsume stuff or Nighteye. Or Dabi.

This also led to me adjusting some stuff. Kendo will get redemption, but the comments, added to the fact that I wasn’t happy with how I was going about it, led to me having it take much longer.

-Ochako and Izumi there to save the day with their minds because Yaoyorozu needed a pick me up!

-Bakugou back sliding was due to him just not wanting to admit he’s wrong still. He can’t admit it to himself at all, and latched onto the idea of Inko proving she’s a good person as proof he was right. That he isn’t a bad person. That he still gets what he wants. Recovery is never linear, and backsliding happens.

-Can Tsu spit her stomach acid out like that? I dunno, but here she can. With her extra training with Izumi, she figured it out.

-I saw a translation of the original Japanese saying Endeavour used the word ‘brothers’ rather than siblings in his speech here. So I changed it here. Endeavour is aware women can be heroes; it’s just in his mind, the perfect legacy is male. He’s the sexist, saying, ‘Yeah, they can, but not as good as men, and they should focus on raising children.’

-Monoma’s crush on Izumi is more of a ‘she saved me, I found out she’s been through shit, she’s skilled and smart, AHHH’ sort of thing. It’s superficial, honestly. Honestly, half the crushes I have planned are partly: teenagers are weird and gain crushes at the drop of a hat sometimes, and the rest is ‘I am so damn tired of the double standard where it’s okay for the male to gain the attention of all the girls in a series, but it’s not for the female.’

-The fight with Monoma feels lacklustre because I went in with the idea of it being a black mark for Bakugou and then had to stop because, like Aizawa pointed out-, Bakugou is smart enough know to avoid being caught by people who’d care about his bullshit. Then I was like, what if I instead had the fight be still brutal but ended up nixing that to because I felt like Monoma would recognize when to bow out? He’s a little shit with low self-preservation, but in the end, he’s not dumb. Plus, being able to piss Bakugou off more? Priceless. Bakugou knows Monoma purposely stepped out of bounds, but no one else will. Bakugou did not get the fight or the revenge he wished for.

-I also used the idea that Monoma can’t use a Quirk perfectly right away, but instead of him JUST learning it here, I was like: this kid definitely used to try and copy a lot of Quirks from a young age and realized that early. He forgets a lot.

-In this AU, Kaminari is fluent in English. He’s number one in that class, followed by Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Todoroki. Bakugou is next, then Midoriya.

-While writing another fic, I realized that Bakugou calling Izuku ‘Deku’ for ‘dekunobu’ as in useless wooden doll is… malicious for a toddler. Especially how he said it, and yes- an adult wrote it, but canon, it’s freaky. It startled me to realize this, and I had to sit down and think about it. Typical toddlers don’t do that shit. Plus the drive to be number one, Bakugou’s attitude- it makes me wonder, you know. Mic also picked up on this because, again, this attitude about NEEDING to be the best is strange for the ‘bad boy’ vibes he tries for. So, Mic is wondering if something else is going on.

-You cannot convince me that Bakugou WOULDN’T think this. He is obsessed with being the best, and everything so far has shown him that he isn’t. The USJ almost did, but then the sports festival, the fact ONLY one person tolerates him, Monoma stepping out of bounds to have Bakugou feel he won in the wrong way… He’s close to the edge.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #pulling on the strings of destiny #female izuku #fem midoriya izuku

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By the time they got back into Diagon Alley, Harry had kissed Hermione a total of four times, and he was starting to get the hang of it. They held hands on the way back, and Hermione assured him that it was normal for their hands to get warm, and that she didn’t mind at all if they got sweaty or anything (prefaced by the fact that he kept releasing her hand to wipe his on his pants). Harry’s heart was still racing from their kiss, and he wasn’t sure if it would ever stop. He’d actually kissed Hermione. And he planned to do it more.

They found the Weasleys in Madam Malkins, with Ron milling about looking very annoyed about something. As soon as he saw them, his eyes widened. “Hey! There you two are!” His eyes flicked down to their joined hands. “I take it your date went well, then.”

“Yeah,” Harry said a little breathlessly. Hermione blushed. “Is everything all right?”

“No, it’s not,” Ron huffed. “Our supply list this year says we need dress robes.”

“What for?”

“No idea. Some sort of event. But of course, we can’t afford robes for everyone, so Mum’s trying to figure out who’s gonna get the hand-me-downs. Three guesses who. And believe me, Harry, I don’t want to be caught dead in those. They’re just all frills and lace and-” Ron shuddered.

“Ron, I can get you dress robes if you can’t afford all of them, honestly. I’ll buy yours.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Look, I’ve got more money than I know what to even do with. I’m more than willing to buy my best friend a set of dress robes, all right? I would have gotten you a new wand second year, only I didn’t even think about it. I still owe you.” Harry smirked softly.

“We had a deal!”

“You think I was going to let you off without paying you back somehow?”

“Mum will never let you buy anything for me.”

“Then I’ll buy two for myself in case I mess one up. You know I’m prone to doing that. Then you can say you borrowed it if your mum asks.”

Ron’s shoulders dropped. “You’re a lifesaver, Harry, honestly. I’d kiss you right now if that position wasn’t already taken.”

Hermione blushed further.

“Have you rendered her speechless? Blimey, Harry, you should have kissed her in first year.”

Full chapter on AO3 -> Patreon (access to drabbles, early chapters, and drafts) -> Possum Hollow Discord ->

#harry potter #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #possumwrites #ao3 #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger #harmony #harry x hermione #harmione #goblet of fire #fluff #gof rewrite

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Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. III)

Requested: No

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: OC's mom is a bitch, English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 4K+

A/N: Thank you for reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

CHAPTER III

“He told me”, Sabrina continues, “that they would donate a lot of money and that they will talk about the company and charities on social medias, etc.”

Very strange. Generally, we’re the ones that invite the celebrities. But the entire French National Team is excellent from a marketing point-of-view. Oh God, I sound like my mother.

“Do we need to tell your mo-I mean, the Director of Operations?” Sabrina asked.

“I'll tell her,” I answered. “We never know, but knowing her, she’ll want to impress them and I’m gonna have to restart all the organization. Thanks for letting me know, Sabrina.”

“Of course, beautiful. See you tomorrow.”

“See you.”

I hanged up, and spent my time in the supermarket wondering what my mother will want me to change and how I’m gonna change it. After thirty minutes, I go back home. Louisa is cmoing back in thirty minutes, and even if I’m hungry, I decide to wait for her to eat, but I barely had time to store the groceries that I hear the entrance door open.

“Yo.” She said, putting her school bag on the bar.

“Already here?”

“Yes, the teacher left us leave early. Did you take that apple juice I like?” she asked after noticing the groceries bag.

“Did I ever forget to buy what’s on your list?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“No, never. So, how was work?”

“Oh, it was good…Surprising.”

“Why?” she asked, eating a bit of bred.

“Didier Deschamps and the French Team want to come to the gala,” I told her.

“No way! But how could they possibly know about the gala?”

“I have no clue,” I said, realizing I never thought about it. “I guess they saw the article on the website. They’re fast, in that case, considering we published it this morning.” I added.

“If they publicly talk about the company, it will be a great promotion. Your mother will be thrilled.”

“Yes, before she tells me to change everything I prepared, just to impress them.”

“Yeah, probably.”

We prepare lunch together, mostly talking about football players inviting themselves.

“Honestly though, have you seen these handsome dudes?” She laughed. “If we’re lucky enough, we could get one of them.”

We both laughed and I shook my head. I don’t really watch football, but I have to admit, some players are rather handsome. But still, I don’t feel like starting a relationship. We sat to eat, and she tells me about her classes. Like her, I can’t wait to finish college so I can get a job in a translation company and finally leaving the family’s company. I know it’s gonna be hard, as there are not many jobs available in that sector, but I’ll do whatever it takes to be independent, even alienating my family.

“What did you plan to study today?”

“German. It’s not like I’ll ever go to Berlin or Munich, but that exam might compensate for bad marks, so…”

“Good luck. And don’t fall asleep!”

“Me? Never.”

She went to her room muttering against the German language. When I see her German lessons, I’m glad I took Spanish since middle school; even though I’m not good at it at all. I studied in the living room, the television’s sound in the background of my head. Exams are coming soon, for both Louisa and me. I can’t wait to have them, just so the stress can go away – even though it’s gonna be replaced by the anxiety of waiting for the results. After one hour, I got up and went to see Louisa to make sure she wasn’t falling asleep. I knocked on her door, and I heard a “No, I’m ain’t sleeping”. I went back to the living room and stayed focused on my studies. When I decide it’s enough for today, it’s already 5:30 pm. Crap, mother. I took my phone and called her. She finished work earlier today, she then should answer. After a few seconds, she answered at the same moment Louisa came back from her room.

“Yes?”

“It’s me.”

“I know it’s you. What do you want?”

Alright, great.

“It’s about the gala. The French National Team want to come.”

“The football Team?” she asked, more surprised than I expected.

“No, the soap bubbles team,” I retorted, “Of course, the football team.”

“Don’t be insolent. Who did they call?”

“Sabrina,” I answered. “Deschamps called her this morning. He told her they would donate money and promote the company. But how did they know about the gala?”

“It does not matter. Tell Sabrina to call them back to accept the invitation.”

“Alright. So, what am I gonna have to change? We’ll have to put on a show, right?”

“Send me the services you chose. I’ll see that tomorrow.”

“As you wish.” I answered.

And she immediately hangs up. I shook my head and sat beside Louisa on the sofa. She proposes we go shopping tomorrow, in order to clear up our minds, and I accept.

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Between college, studying and the gala’s preparation, the 31st of May arrives way sooner for my liking. Coming home from work, I went directly to pick a dress. I try to tell myself that every detail is organized, but to tell the truth, I had never been more anxious in my entire life. I also try to tell myself that I don’t care what my mother will say about the evening I’m organizing but I know deep down, I’m anxious to see her reaction. I sighed and stared at the dresses I had before noticing a long black dress with straps. As for my hair, I decided to put in a bun with some locks around my face. I put my make-up at the same as Louisa does in our small bathroom. She is still as excited about meeting the football player, but she thankfully has given up on the idea of get one of them. She’s wearing a long red dress and let her curly brown hair down.

“Thank you for coming, bestie,” I told her while putting back my make-up in the cupboard. “It’s really helpful to me.”

“Are you kidding, I wasn’t gonna miss your first night as organizer.” She said smiling me through the mirror.

Once we’re ready, it’s already time to go. Like my mother does, I arrive early at the place to take care of last-minute details, and Louisa is coming with me. Jerome comes picking us up as usual, always so nice. In the car, I can’t help but to bite my nails, which I do when I’m stressing out, and even Louisa’s ‘Tsst!” can’t stop me from doing it. Once we have arrived, Jerome wishes me good luck and assures me everything will go okay. Damnit, give this man a raise already. The photographs, more numerous than last time, that my mother has forced me to invite, are not here yet, which amazingly suits me. I entered the room, and quickly the services’ bosses came to me to tell me everything is ready to welcome the guests. I inspected the decoration, put exactly as planned, and the tables put like my mother usually does.

“You nailed it, Gaby.” Louisa told me, looking around.

“Thank you. Hey, if something wasn't working, you would let me know, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would, don’t worry. Relax.”

I checked the last details and the time, and realized the guests should arrive any minute now. I barely had time the waiters coming with plates full of drinks and food and to go place myself by the entrance that the first car is already coming. It’s the adorable elderly lady from the last gala, giving me a big, warm smile.

“Good evening, my dear,” she said before kissing me on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you, you look beautiful.”

“You too, ma’am.” I said, taking the wrinkled hands she gave me. “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me, my dear child. It’s always a pleasure to see the Darian family.”

I invite her to come in, and she goes to Louisa, who she greets warmly. The other guests then arrive, and I pray none of them notices that my hands are sweaty. After a while, Louisa comes to me.

“You parents are not here yet?” she asks. “It’s unlike them to be late.”

“Yes, except when it’s for something involving me.”

Giving only them and the football boys are yet to arrive, I decide to go inside. I ask the waiters and the cooks if everything is okay, and their positive answer relaxes me a little. I go back to the room, psychologically preparing myself to have a conversation with boring, arrogant people when nearly all eyes suddenly turned to the entrance, where a group of twenty people or so just came in. They’re all wearing the same classic yet elegant suit and most of them did their hair. Most of them are silent and look around them with curious looks. I walk to the man with white hair leading them both as like a father and a teacher.

“Good evening,” I said, more intimidated than I thought I would be, before shaking his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you all.”

They all answer with a nod, a smile or a rather shy “Good evening”.

“Nice to meet you, too.” answered Didier Deschamps warmly. “Thank you for allowing us to come.”

“Thank you for asking. It’s not everyday that we have high-level athletes coming at our galas. I hope you’ll have a good night.”

“No doubt about it”, he smiled. “Benjamin was not able to come tonight because, well, of a last-minute problem, I hope you’ll excuse him. He says hello.”

“Oh,” I said, “I hope he will be fine.”

“Yes, thank you”

I vaguely nodded and stared at the 22 players standing in silence in the entrance.

“Well, have a good night.”

“Thank you very much.”

Most of the men gave me smile and I smiled back. Then they scattered, and right after, a silhouette came in, and I immediately recognize my mother. My mind is screaming at me to turn my back and ignore her, but I don’t have the energy to start a fight. I walked towards her, more insecure that I wished I was. She looks around with a probing look before turning to me.

“Hi, mom.”

“The decoration isn’t that bad. I would have picked another color, though. Gabrielle, what is that awful dress you’re wearing? The color is just dreadful. This robe is barely good to be wore at a cocktail party. Especially with famous guests…And let’s not talk about your hair.”

She sighed heavily and I felt a red light coming. She grabbed a glass when a waiter passes before us, took a sip and grimaced.

“For God’s sake, Gabrielle, what is that champagne? I specifically told you to pick Mr. Sandrin’s champagne!”

“I did!” I defended myself, trying not to raise my voice. “This is the champagne you asked for.”

She stared at her glass and then raised her shoulders, not convinced.

“Dad and Noah aren’t here?” I asked, changing the topic.

“Your father had an impediment, and your brother is sick.”

With Noah, “sick” means “at a party” with the option “girl” or “has a hangover”. I try to see Louisa among the guests but can’t find anywhere. My mother tells a waiter to come and grab a hors d’oeuvre.

“Gabrielle, do you even know how to read? I thought I told to the Menu number Three! The Second one is horrible.”

“Well you know what? Next time why don’t you just organize your freaking gala yourself?”

Before she can answer, I turned around and nearly ran to the bar, my eyes watering. On my way to the bar, I rapidly meet of the footballers’ blue gaze – Antoine Griezmann. Hell, now one of tonight’s most important guests saw me cry.

“Good evening, Miss.” The barman said with a smile. “What can I serve you?”

“Something strong.”

“Coming up.”

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I usually only drink champagne at galas and don’t drink alcohol outside of galas, but right now I need to relax. At the same time the barman put a glass in front of me, I hear a voice in my back.

“Hello. Gabrielle, am I right?”

I turned around, and to my surprise, saw Kylian Mbappe standing before me.

“Oh, hello.” I answered with a voice that I hoped sounded confident. “Yes, you’re right. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, thank you. Very cool night," he said, pointing out the room.

“That’s nice of you.”

“What it will be, sir?” the barman asked Kylian.

“Do you do alcohol-free cocktails?”

“Sure. Right away.”

The French Team’s striker walked to the bar, which gave the perfect spot to observe him. He was actually cute, with his frank smile and his sparkling eyes. I supposed he was barely older than me, maybe by one year or two. He thanked the barman, grabbed his glass, and then turned to me. We started talking about anything and everything, and his kindness and his sweetness almost made me forget my mother’s comments. It’s obvious he remained humble and down to earth despite the fame. He asked me about the company, and I asked him about football, his club, and the World Cup coming up. Suddenly, as he’s giving an answer I’m doing my best to understand – I didn’t know anything about football – my eyes move far behind him. Antoine Griezmann is talking with one of his teammates – Lucas Hernandez, if I’m not mistaken – and some other guests, but his eyes are on me.

I tried to focus on what Kylian was saying, but every fifteen seconds, my eyes turned to Antoine who continued to staring at me, and every time I looked at him my heart beated faster. For God’s sake, dude, why are you looking at me like that? Don’t be silly, Gabrielle, he’s probably looking at Kylian. A few minutes later, I’m still giving a quick glance at Antoine when a young man dressed exactly like Kylian comes to us. He was rather tall, pale with blond hair and tired brown eyes, who looked a bit older than Kylian. He had like him a big smile, but seemed more confident than Kylian.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Hugo wishes to see you, Kylian. It’s urgent, apparently.”

“Oh,” said Kylian. “I’ll just go then. See you later, I hope,” he added to me.

“Of course.”

Even though I didn’t know anything about football, I still knew who the most famous were. And this blondie wasn’t one of them, I thought. But I didn’t have to ask who he was, as he’s quicker:

“I don’t think we've met before. The name is Emilien.”

“Gabrielle,” I answered politely.

“What your family does is really wonderful. I mean it.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Maybe we could have a partnership? I’ll give you my number and-”

“Emilien?”

I jumped and turned to see a young man with dark blond hair and large blue eyes standing before us, his hands in his pockets. My hearts stopped, and I almost let my glass fell.

“Ah,” said Emilien, “Yeah, Antoine?”

My heart was beating so fast I could hear pound in my head.

“The coach wants to see ya, it’s important.” Antoine said.

My, they sure do have a lot of important things to say to each other.

“Oh. I’m coming, then. See you later,” he added to my direction.

I just nodded, and he disappeared. Antoine took a step in my direction and gave me a smile.

“I hope they weren’t too awful”, he said with the same smile.

“Not at all,” I reassured him with a smile.

Damn it, his eyes are so blue. Blue like the sea, soft, and warm.

“Your teammates are very nice.”

“Kylian thinks you’re very nice, too.”

I searched for him, but he was invisible.

“You’re the one that organized this gala, right?” he asked.

“I am.”

“You did very well. I love the decorations.”

“Well you’re alone in that,’ I muttered.

“I-I accidentally heard your conversation with your mother.”

Sweet Jesus.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. You must think I’m a crybaby who can’t handle her mother’s critics.” I said, embarrassed and looking at the floor.

“Not at all,” he assured. “I never speak ill of someone else’s mother, but what she said is totally wrong. The decorations are nice, the two glasses of champagne I had were really good and, personally, I think the food is good as heck” he finished with a little laugh.

His laugh is so cute and contagious that I can only laugh as well.

“For real, you’ll have to give me the name of the cook.”

“Sure.”

“Believe me, you shouldn’t let other’s opinions get to you – even your mother’s,” he said with a voice that sounded sweeter, and more adult. “Especially since no one agrees with her – and agree with me.”

“That’s nice of you to say that. And you’re right.”

He smiled again, and I realized I never saw such a beautiful smile. Hell, everything about him is beautiful. The way that strand of hair falls on his forehead, his childish smile, the way his suit fit perfectly on his body which I imagine fit and firm…I felt my cheek turn pink and suddenly felt hot. We started chatting, but unlike earlier with Kylian or Emilien, I’m only focused on him and the words that come out of his mouth. I don’t know how much time had passed, five minutes or five hours. I can no longer hear the waiters walking, the soft music in the background or the conversations around us. It’s like…They was only us on the planet. I answered his questions, and saw him bit his bottom lip. He got closer to me, and I shivered when he rose his hand and put my hair on the side of my face back. Before I can even breathe, his face gets closer to mine, so much so that I can smell his intoxicating perfume and his breath on my neck. His hand is only a few millimeters from my cheek, and my heart is beating so fast that its gonna explode.

“Gabrielle!”

A cold hand grabbed my arm, and reality comes back. The voices, the somehow fresh air, the food’s smell coming from the kitchen. The charm is broken.

“Come here, hurry,” my mother said, pulling my arm before I could react. “You must announce diner!”

Antoine’s eyes became more and more distant, and soon I can’t see him anymore no matter how I lean. My mother puts a microphone in my hand and tell me to hurry with her hand. I cleared my throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the diner.”

Slowly, the guests went towards the round tables, and instinctively, I look for Antoine. Louisa, who went missing, comes from nowhere and smiles at me.

“Hi there.”

“Lou’, where the hell have you been?” I asked her.

“I was talking with Mr. and Mrs. Aubret,” she said with a bit surprised voice. “I saw you talking with Griezmann, I thought you didn’t need me.”

“It’s fine.”

Around us, people are sitting, and we do imitate them. The adorable elderly lady comes slowly and sits in front of us. Her smile comforts me, and I smile back. My mother then arrives and sits silently. A few days ago Louisa begged to let take care of the seats, and I eventually gave up and said yes – only if none of the players would be sitting with us – and I suspect her of putting us with important people so my mother can’t talk too much. I need to talk to her about it. The dishes arrive one after the others, and even though I’m talking with Louisa and the adorable lady – whose name seems to be Mrs. Orment – my eyes are looking for a striker. I finally find him, sitting at a table not far away from us. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a smile. I’m about to smile back when Didier Deschamps, sitting on his left, lean towards him and whispers something in his ear. Antoine vaguely nods his head before concentrating on his plate.

“Gaby?” Louisa asked. “Are you okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.”

“The diner is delicious, my dear,” Mme Ornent said cheerfully. “You chose well.”

“Absolutely,” his neighbor, a doctor who were about to retire soon, said. “You have good taste, miss. It must be a family thing, right, Anita?”

My mother had a laugh I knew was hypocritical and took her glass.

“You’re too kind, Doctor.”

Thankfully the dessert arrives soon after.

“Damn, that cake be good as heck!” a voice which I guessed was Adil Rami’s said loudly and his neighbors laughed.

The other guests seemed to like it too, and that comforted me a bit. I look in Antoine’s direction without realizing it, and I see him talking with the CEO of a multinational company. Once diner is over, those who wants to have a coffee walk toward the bar. Then arrives the auction, which is eventually very successful.

“Excuse-me,” I said once the auction is over.

I really need some fresh air. I grabbed my bag and went to the door. I tried to breath, and a few seconds later, I felt better. To my surprise, I saw a silhouette coming.

“Oh,” Emilien said while walking to me, “you like some calm sometimes, too?”

“Oh yes,” I said with a smile. “You can feel like suffocating at this kind of event. Even if you’re used to it.”

“You’re doing very well, though,” he smiled.

“I appreciate it. You still want to do the partnership?” I asked him.

“You’re reading my mind,” he laughed. “I’d be happy to do what I can: meet people with illness, sign autographs or jerseys, make videos to promote the charity…”

“That’s good, because you’re very likely to be asked to do that,” I laughed too.

“Perfect then!”

“I’m gonna give you the number of the person in charge of that, she’ll explain everything.”

“No problem.”

I opened my bad and took out a piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled a phone number and gave it to him.

“Thanks a lot. It’s really important to me help others, you know…”

“That’s wonderful.”

Suddenly, Didier Deschamps, followed by the rest of the players, arrived and the coach turned to the blond man.

“Emilien, there you are. Sorry to interrupt, but we are leaving.”

“Very well, coach. Goodbye, then,” he said after turned to me. “I guess we will see each other again at some point.”

“I think so. See you soon, then.”

He smiled, and went to his teammates. When Emilien joined the group, Kylian walked up to me with a smile.

“It was a fun night.”

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“Say, do you wanna come to the match against Italy tomorrow night? With your friend Louisa?”

I didn’t see that coming. I didn’t go to a football game since I was ten – Noah’s birthday gift – and I barely remembered it.

“Well, yeah, with pleasure.”

“Great, I’ll send you tickets. If you want to invite other people, please let me know.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“See you.”

I expect all of them to get in the cars, but it was Deschamps’ time to walk up to me.

“Thank you for tonight. Do you mind me asking you something?”

“Please go ahead, sir.” I answered.

“Would you mind mentioning us in the article you will write about tonight’s gala?”

“Hum, no, not at all. May I ask why?”

“Oh, well, people sometimes think that with money and success, football players forget about helping others and compassion. I’d like to prove, in some way, that it’s not true when it comes to my men.”

“I see. Well, I sure will be talking about you guys.”

“Thank you very much. See you soon, young lady, take care.”

He patts my arm in a fatherly way and showed his players the cars. They all waved at me and said discreet “goodbye” which I say back. I hope the ones I didn’t talk to didn’t find me mean or rude. They all get in the different black cars that brought them, and when Antoine walks past me, his arm grazed mine and he stared at me until he sits in the car.

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A Redemption Earned Ch 22

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: it's the final plot twist besties. well. the beginning of it. and don't yell at me because it was definitely foreshadowed. And congrats to @ms-calhoun for figuring it out. round of applause and a cookie for you.

January seemed to absolutely fly by, it was at an end before you even realized it. February was well into swing already, school going steady and Heather had spent a good chunk of her time occupied with Becca and Sarah as they house hunted, making sure they weren’t getting screwed over or spending too much money (or too little). They found a place in Upper Chevy Chase that they both really liked and knew would have enough space for them, Heather deemed it more than acceptable. It was a nice four bedroom place, hardwood flooring throughout, a finished and completely separate basement they could rent out if they wanted. Lots of light, and enough space for them to have a guest room, a home office and whatever they wanted to do with the rest of it.

She ended up helping the girls a little bit more than she’d originally planned, but they’d asked for her thoughts on a couple of trickier situations that the lawyer side of her was more than able to walk them through. Not that either of them had any doubts about their relationship, but buying a house together was a big step, so she drafted up a couple pages of how things could be split up between them if something happened. Both about the house itself and everything inside of it. It honestly gave Heather a little peace of mind, she knew Sarah came from a good family, and obviously loved Becca and wasn’t trying to get anything out of it, but if they did break up, she wanted to make sure Becca’s wouldn’t end up taken advantage of.

Things were sorted relatively quickly after they put the offer in and as of today they officially took possession of the keys. Heather sent you a rather cute snap of the two of them on the stoop of the house with the keys in hand, Sarah kissing Becca’s cheek.

‘Little homeowners’ She captioned it and you smiled.

‘Looks like someone’s a very proud momma today.’

‘I’m taking them to Macon for dinner if you’d like to join?’

‘I’d love to. What time? My car’s still in the shop.’

‘Made the reservation for six, I can swing by and pick you up?’

‘From work?’

‘Yes, unless that’s too late for you?’

‘No, I’ve got grading to get done anyways.’

‘I’ll see you around 5:30?’

‘Perfect.’

A smile on your lips you closed your phone, turning back to your lunch before you got swept up in a conversation with a couple of your friends. The lunch hour was over relatively soon after that and you headed back to your classroom, wading your way through third grade science including a test, and rounding out your day with a little bit of creative time. You didn’t really care what the kids did, some drew, some painted, some wrote, as long as they followed the prompts you gave them and were using the creative side of their brain, that’s all that mattered.

When the bell rang you helped them pack up their bags, making sure lunch boxes were all packed up to be taken home so there was no rotting food left in the classroom. You fell in step with the other third grade class on your way out to the pick up zone, some going off to busses, others to their parents cars or car services. Once everyone had been accounted for, you retreated back to your classroom, tidying up a bit and wiping the board clean before sitting down at your desk to start marking the science tests.

You couldn’t help but find yourself distracted with your phone multiple times throughout the process. Considering this lesson plan had been on your brain for the past about two weeks you weren’t exactly keen on reading it over and over again right now. Social media helped you distract yourself, another teacher popping into your room to have a brief chat on their way out of work before you finally refocussed.

It wasn’t long after that there was a small knock on the door jam and you glanced up expecting another teacher visit but found Heather standing there. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking back to the very first day you’d met, in this exact same spot.

“I believe I’m here to pick up from detention?” She teased with a smirk and you let out an offended scoff.

“Rude.” You replied with a laugh as she chuckled, crossing the room and ducking to kiss you. “And you’re early!”

“Turns out there’s not a lot to do at a law firm when you have no open cases.” She let out a soft sigh, leaning against one of the smaller desks, “I’m more than willing to wait if you need a few minutes.”

“I’ll just finish this test up, mark the rest at home later.” You suggested and Heather nodded, leaving you to it as she slipped out of her coat, folding it over her arms to not overheat inside. She noticed the way your eyes followed her as she meandered through the room, her hips swaying in a perhaps too form fitting skirt.

“Eyes on your paper missy.” She teased and you tossed an eraser in her general direction that she laughed at, returning it to your desk with a smirk.

She crossed the room over to the wall you’d decorated and done up with the collages and mini bios made by the kids. Her lips curved into a smile as she looked at the drawings, the family portraits, especially compared to the actual class photos of the kids. She found herself chuckling at some of the bios, kids really did say the darndest things. She made a mental note to go through the other box she’d found in the basement, find out what other memories of her own kids she had stashed down there. Her mind drifted a bit and she thought that maybe there were even some crafts down there that might be able to spark an idea with you to bring into class you hadn’t thought of yet. She was about to say something to you about it when her eyes landed on a picture of a little blonde boy in a SpongeBob shirt, smiling brightly toward the camera and her heart nearly stopped.

She felt tears prick into her eyes, and then a sudden burst of anger as she reached out toward the picture. Why the fuck would you have taken a picture of Jordan from one of those boxes to put up in here, especially without discussing it with her first. Luckily she came to her senses before she let rage take control of the situation, realizing that the building the boy was standing in front of was built just last year. That it was a very modern photo, and the kid was not Jordan.

“That’s Cody!” You popped up beside her so quickly that she jumped, shaking herself out of her trance as you kissed at the side of her neck, “kid that transferred in after Christmas, isn’t he adorable?”

“Yeah…” she replied, barely able to tear her eyes away from the photo. She glanced toward the rest of his little square, a self drawn portrait of him and his mom in crayon under the title ‘my family’ scrawled in messy writing.

“You ready?” You asked, pecking her cheek before crossing back through the room to stash the unmarked papers in your bag, collecting the other things you needed as you slipped into your coat. Heather remained unmoved, still staring at the cork board, “Heat?” You asked softly and she finally whipped around,

“Yeah, sorry.” She shook out of it, moving through the room to pick up her coat, sliding it on, “uh…third grade, right?”

“Yup.”

“How…old are kids in third grade?”

“Seven to nine, depending.” Buttoning your coat you reached for her hand, linking it in yours as you lead her toward the door. Her head swiveled back to the wall of collages, a near wistful expression in her eyes as she stared at it for another moment as you flicked the light off.

“How well do you know the parents of your students?”

“Depends.” You shrugged, “some of them I only see on parent teacher day, others daily at pick up.”

“Have you met Cody’s?”

“Once?” Your face scrunched, “I can’t remember her name, cute little blonde thing, probably not much older than Becca if I had to guess?”

Heather’s breath caught in her throat and she wasn’t sure if it was what you’d said or the cold February air hitting her lungs as the two of you stepped outside. She felt her pulse pick up, her mind whirring faster than she could try to control it. Instead, she dropped the subject, clamming up about it, figuring it was better to keep it to herself.

The ride over to Macon was relatively silent. You could tell something was bothering Heather, but weren’t about to pry, she’d let you in when she was ready. You’d been sifting through all the old family videos and albums since the night she found them, making sure things were labelled correctly and putting things into the proper chronological order. You assumed it was something linking between that and the collage wall she’d been inspecting, perhaps just having another melancholy mom moment as you’d dubbed them, one where she realized she’d never met any of her kids teachers or something.

You squeezed at her hand, pressing a kiss to her cheek when you arrived at the restaurant, pulling her out of her daze and she followed you inside. You saw Becca and Sarah tucked away at a table in the corner by the window and made your way over to them, exchanging greets and congratulating them on the house. There was a little bit of small talk as everyone settled in, a bottle of champagne ordered on Heather’s request since you were celebrating, and appetizers soon made their way to the table to be shared.

You weren’t the only one that noticed the way Heather picked at her food, barely touching any of the starters, only having a few bites of salad before topping up her champagne. She was present in the conversation, but it was as if she was behind some kind of veil, not really there. The chicken on her plate only had a very small chunk cut out of it, basically untouched as she just ate a couple of carrots and sprouts instead. In an attempt to at least gain her full attention Becca decided to be brash, she knew how much Heather hated sharing food off the same plate, that if you were to want something, you ask and it would be placed on a side plate to share. Her arm darted across the table and scooped up a forkful of mashed potato, winching as a piece of it dropped onto the tablecloth, (that part unintentional) before it ended up in her mouth.

“Mmm… this is fucking delicious.” She groaned, distracted by the delectable taste.

“Hmm?” Heather glanced her way, her eyes moving from Becca to the dollop of potato on the table and then her plate, “oh…. yeah.”

“Mom are you okay?” Becca asked outright and the older woman glanced across at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re deflecting.” She challenged, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged, fork coming to play with her food once again, rolling a sprout across her plate.

“Babe…” you started, your hand squeezing at her thigh softly, “she’s right… you’ve been strange since we left the school…”

“Not here…” her voice was clipped, her gaze directly in front of her before it darted over to you lightning fast as her voice lowered, “I’ll tell you once we’re home, I just can’t right now.”

“Okay…” your voice softened, squeezing at her leg once again and you decided to leave her alone, turning back to your food, asking Sarah about the house.

A moment later Heather gave your arm a little squeeze before she vanished from the table toward the restroom and Becca turned to you.

“What’s going on with her?”

“I’m not sure.” You sighed, glancing towards where she’d disappeared, “we’ve been going through a bunch of old photos and like, family videos recently. I know she’s been struggling with the realization of how much of your lives she missed out on, how much of an absent mother she was. She was really upset about the whole ballet thing with you.” Becca’s cheeks instantly flushed at the mention and Sarah turned to her with a curious look on her face,

“I didn’t know you danced.”

“I don’t.” She huffed, “Mom didn’t seem to care about it and I only wanted to do it because she used to dance.”

“You should look up an adult class.” Sarah suggested, “go together.”

“That’s a really good idea.” You commented and Becca glanced up to you.

“You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded, “I mean it might take some convincing on her part, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she said yes.”

“Really?” Becca’s nose scrunched and you let out a little laugh,

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I think she’s wanting to make up for lost time. She wants to try to be the mom she should have been back then but can’t quite figure out how to do that since you’re all grown up now and she’s sure a lot of her suggestions would be considered lame to you.”

“I…honestly… that would be amazing. Like, Dad and I still try to find time to fish, I’d like something to do with Mom that isn’t just dinner dates.”

“Then it doesn’t hurt to ask.” You smiled, taking another sip of your champagne before you returned to your dinner.

“And… you guys are okay, right?” Becca asked, glancing up at you and you laughed.

“We are okay, better than okay.” You smiled, “amazing. We’ve got everything out in the open as usual, I went to a couple of sessions with her, we love each other and that’s really all that matters at this point.”

Becca’s eyes widened every so quickly before she nearly beamed across at you, unaware that the two of you had taken that step in your relationship a couple of months back. You simply smiled warmly back at her, tucking into your dinner as the conversation began to flow across the table again. A few moments later Heather returned to the table, sliding into her seat and you turned to her,

“You okay? Migraine? Stomach ache? I can get you a ginger ale?” You offered her the out, knowing that she wanted to head home, and that Becca would understand.

“Mom, if you’re sick you don’t have to feel bad about ditching, just go. Let y/n take care of you.”

“I have lost my appetite.” She finally admitted with a soft sigh, “you’ll let me take care of the cheque though, right? You two did just buy a house.”

“Absolutely.” Becca and Sarah agreed with a small laugh as you flagged your server down, asking for to go boxes and the bill. Heather settled it as promised, swiftly calling the car as you packed up the food, Becca and Sarah making the decision to stick around at least until the champagne was finished.

You said your goodnights, congratulating the girls on their new adventure together as they said their well wishes that Heather feel better soon. The car ride home, much like the car ride to dinner was silent, your hand on Heather’s thigh, thumb rubbing reassuringly as you made your short way through the streets of D.C. You wordlessly made your way through your house, changing into pyjamas and wiping off make up from the day, washing faces and getting comfortable. It wasn’t late enough for bed yet, so you wandered back downstairs to crack a bottle of wine, wondering whether Heather would follow you or feign sick. You got your answer a few minutes later when she turned up in the doorway of your kitchen, a timid smile on her face,

“You have a spare glass of that?” She asked and you smiled.

“Always.”

You pulled down a second glass, filling it and passing it to her before you kissed her cheek and wandered into the living room, dropping onto the couch. She hesitated behind you, leant against the archway into the living room before she began to pace slowly.

“You wanna talk about it now or later?” You asked softly, taking a sip of wine.

“I can’t stop thinking about that kid.” She murmured.

“Cody?” You asked, your brow furrowing.

“Yes. He looks exactly like Jordan did at that age, it’s uncanny, a carbon copy.”

“Are you sure you’re not just spiraling because we’ve been going through the old videos?”

“I wish that was it.” Heather admitted with a shaky breath, “I didn’t want to get into it at dinner because I knew I wouldn’t be able to not cry.”

“Heat…”

“Jordan was always a momma’s boy…. he came to me for everything no matter how old he was or how much of a degenerate he was.” She took a hefty swig of wine, “about nine years ago he came to me… said a girl he’d slept with was pregnant and he needed to fix things.” She let out a heavy breath and you let her continue without interrupting, “from what I know it was a one night stand, they’d met that night. She’d told Jordan she wanted to get rid of it, and I didn’t exactly like the idea of him being a father, so I handed over a wad of cash and figured it was taken care of.”

“Did you ever talk to Jordan about it later?” You asked gently, “I mean, if she knew who you were… maybe she just wanted money.”

“It didn’t strike me as that.” She took another sip, “he said that he didn’t even remember her name until she called him. She’d had to get in touch through a mutual friend who’d been at the party that night.”

“Jesus.” You muttered over the rim of your glass.

“Yeah.” She finally collapsed onto the sofa beside you, “her name was Lily. They never spoke again. That’s all I know.” She risked a glance up at you, “no one else knows about this, but I swear to fucking god, that kid in your class is his.”

“Heather…” you squeezed at her hand, “I can’t say anything to either of them, it’s a major legal issue.”

“I know!” She scoffed, swatting in your direction, “I am a lawyer, remember?” You chuckled, “I just… I have my second chance with Becca, but I don’t get one with Jordan because he’s gone…. It’s like this is the world’s way of letting me prove I can do this.” Her hand linked with yours and she looked up at you, tears in her eyes, “can you at least tell me what her name is when you find out?”

“Of course.” You leant in to kiss her softly, “if you have a grandkid out there, you deserve to know.”

“Do you think I’m crazy?” She asked, her voice nearly cracking and you laughed softly, cupping her cheeks in your hands.

“No.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, “absolutely not. Cody does look a lot like Jordan did. And I’ve never heard him talk about his dad, he’s in the right age range… we’ll figure this out.”

“Thank you.” Heather replied, her eyes misty as she gazed across at you.

“I’d do anything for you.” You shrugged, “I love you.”

“I love you more than you could ever imagine.” She murmured back before kissing you and burying into your shoulder, eyes directed towards the television that you flicked on to distract the both of you the most it could right now.

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