#but because my school was so small we couldn't have tryouts

[ughkat]

ifhy - c.t.h

" i fucking hate you , but i love you "

calum x fem!reader

requested: no, just wanted to write angsty calum smut

desc: since your early school days, you and calum have had an unexplained anger towards one another. you quickly learn that your pent up hatred may have been furious lust after all this time.

smut, hate sex, dom!cal, kissing, pet names, swearing, smoking, drinking, angst

not proofread

Hate. Fury. Rage. Frustration.

Nothing, no one I've encountered made me feel the passionate hatred I felt towards another human being than when I was in the presence of Calum Hood.

Since the 7th grade, Calum has inevitably found ways to make my life miserable. From intentionally ruining my grades and tripping me in the hallways when we were young, to simply being the stereotypical high school bully, name calling and under his breath comments when I walk by. I never understood why he chose me so specifically, being my best friend, Ella, never had any problems with him. No one did. I was his chosen victim. However, his behavior towards me only fueled Ella's own form of hatred and anger towards him.

Agonizing years of coming home from school in tears from embarrassment and shattered self esteem, Calum still remained a reoccurring character in my adult life. Ella's older brother, Ethan, ironically happened to be Calum's best friend. The two met during soccer tryouts our freshman year of high school, the rowdy duo had been inseparable ever since.

Wednesday

I sat criss cross on Ella's bedroom floor as we finished planning her upcoming 21st birthday. She expressed to me that she wanted this party to be bigger than she'd ever done previously.

"I want to invite, like, everyone." Ella exaggerated with her hands, scrolling through her phone's contacts. I giggled at her excitement for her big day, leaning over to watch her screen.

"El, this house is only so big." I chuckled, watching her take notes for the guest list.

"I told Ethan to invite whoever. Hoping that brings in more people." She shrugged. I let out a small groan, looking at Ella in frustration with a smack of my teeth.

"Ugh, you know he's gonna' invite Calum." I whined, rolling my head back dramatically. Ella looked at me apologetically, as if the thought of Calum being her brothers best friend completely slipped her mind.

"Oh, yeah." She muttered, "I can tell him not to invite him, don't worry.". I shook my head at her accommodation, not wanting her 21st birthday planning to be ruined by my own inconvenience.

"No, it's okay." I sighed, "I can ignore him. What's he gonna do or say in a house full of people?" I scoffed at the thought of Calum having the audacity to start something at Ella's party. She chuckled in response, raising her eyebrows in fairness.

"True.".

We continued scrolling through her phone, swiping "yes" and "no" to possible party goers as if we were on a dating app.

"What if Calum just likes you?" Ella chirped suddenly, making me jolt my head in her direction. I scoffed sarcastically at the impossible idea.

"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.

"No, really." She shrugged, "You know how they say boys are mean to you because they like you?".

"Yeah, it's misogynistic." I dramatized half sarcastically, leaning into her face with an eye roll. She shrugged again in defense, putting her hands up slightly.

"If I'm right and you two get married with five kids in a few years, don't say I didn't tell you so." She giggled. I slapped her playfully on the arm with an open jaw.

"Gross! As if." I laughed. However, my mind couldn't help but wander into the idea of Calum's aggression being simple attraction. Sure, Calum was probably the most attractive boy I knew, but that didn't change my hate towards him. Did it?

"Friday, seven o'clock." Ella confirmed her party date as I stood at her front door, I nodded in confirmation, giving her a simple hug on my way out.

"I'll see you then, love you." I departed.

The car ride back to my apartment was mostly silent, my mind was loud enough to eat away the white noise filling the space. I couldn't get Ella's childish words out of my head. Calum couldn't like me. He hated me. I hated him. I hated the way he talked, the way he dressed. The way his hair dark curled so effortlessly perfect on his head. The way his toned muscles flexed during his fast paced soccer games. The way his pink lips moved as he spoke about the things he was passionate about. The way his dark brown doe eyes sparkled if you looked at them at just the right angle. The way his voice rasped deeply in our early morning classes. I hated him.

Friday

"Hey, I'm outside." I anxiously called Ella from the sidewalk outside her house, the rows of cars parked on the street halting my confidence to walk in unaccompanied. Loud thumping music and incoherent voices could be heard from the sidewalk.

I hung up my phone, placing it back in my small handbag as I waited outside for Ella. I ran my hands down my outfit, soothing the wrinkles on my tight leather pants and adjusting the straps on my black corset top. I loosely curled my hair, letting it fall down my back naturally. My foot bounced anxiously in my black boots as I finally watched my best friend emerge from her front door.

"Hey!" She elongated her words, seemingly already intoxicated and reaching her arms out for a hug.

"Happy birthday, sexy." I giggled, embracing her tightly after taking in her perfectly planned birthday outfit.

"Okay, before we go in, Calum is here." She began, her words slurring slightly. I sighed in defeat, looking down at my feet before back up at her, "But he's totally distracted and talking to like, five other girls and Ethan right now, so you're good." She finished. I caught myself jealously wincing at the thought of Calum's undivided attention on the unknown girls, brushing it off quickly.

"It's okay, don't even worry about me. It's your night! C'mon." I reached for Ella's hands, the two of us making our way inside her noisy house.

Within the first 5 seconds of entering the house, I spotted Calum from across the room on Ella's corner sofa. To each of his sides, three girls and Ethan. I snuck my glance before Ella took the lead.

"Come say hi to Ethan!" She drunkenly urged, dragging me by my wrists closer to the couch. I took a deep breath as I was ushered through various bodies to the couch containing Calum. He looked up from the girl beside him as he heard our approach.

"E!" Ella shouted at Ethan, making his head perk up with furrowed eyebrows. His expression immediately softened after noticing my presence.

"Hey, kid." He stood up slightly, leaning in for a side hug.

"Hey." I spoke, forcing a smile. Ella pulled me down, sitting us on the love seat across from Ethan and Calum.

"Happy birthday, El." Calum spoke up with a smile, his two arms stretched across the back of the couch around the girls beside him. His eyes met mine briefly after he spoke.

"Thank you." She dragged out with a grin, "Oh! Do you want a drink?" She turned to me quickly, motioning to the drink in her hand.

"That'd be great, thanks." I smiled warmly before realizing she would leave me alone momentarily with Calum. I locked my gaze on my fidgeting thumbs in my lap, avoiding as much contact with him as possible.

"Why so serious?" I hear Calum chirp smugly with a tilted head. I looked up to meet his narrow gaze, his face plastered with a smart-ass smirk.

"Why do you care?" I snapped back smugly, squinting my eyes sarcastically. He threw his hands up in defense, looking away with a chuckle.

"Someone's bitchy." He muttered, raising his eyebrows slightly as he took a swig from his beer.

"Are you physically incapable of going 5 minutes without tormenting me?" I shook my head in frustration. His smug face only fueling my anger more.

"Seems so." He replied bluntly. I sighed heavily as Ella returned with my drink. My hands flew to the tab, quickly snapping my beer open to take a needed swig. I heard Calum scoff from across the way, making my blood boil.

"How did you guys meet? School, or what?" A blond from beside Calum chimed in, her aggressive valley accent prominently stronger after her copious alcohol intake. She looked at me with vacant eyes. Calum's eyes flashed to me with a smirk before speaking.

"How did we meet, Y/n?" He teased, tilting his head. I took a shaky breath, my throat tight with anger.

"Well," I began, "El, Ethan, Calum and I went to school together." I forced a smile. The girls face lit up innocently, turning to look at Calum.

"Aw, how sweet! I bet you're all so close." She clasped her hands together adoringly. I glanced at Calum quickly as I spoke.

"Something like that.".

I spent the next hour babysitting Ella from over drinking and sharing stories with the unnamed blond across the couch before my social battery began to die out.

"Hey, I'm gonna go out back for a smoke." I alerted Ella over the thumping music. I felt Calum's gaze burning into me as I made my way to the back door, exiting the house slyly.

I sighed deeply as I took in the fresh air and quiet night, the muffled music and voices played softly through the air. My elbows leaned slightly on her patio fence as I light up a cigarette from my pack. As I exhaled, the sound of the back door opening caught my attention. I turned around to once again be greeted by Calum's smug face, his hands in his pockets slightly. I tossed my head back with a small groan, turning back around to ignore him.

His tall frame approached from behind me, his presence sending a small chill down my spine.

"What do you want, Calum?" I whined as he chose to stand in a spot directly beside me.

"Can't I get some fresh air?" He teased, shrugging. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, taking a large drag from my cigarette. He leaned against the fence, my peripheral catching his toned bicep so close to my arm.

"Got an extra?" He gestured with his head to my pack, asking for one. I scoffed at him, raising my eyebrows slightly.

"Really." I spoke in disbelief, "Oh I'm the biggest dick on the planet, can I have a cigarette? You're ridiculous." I mocked, reaching for the pack beside me on the fence. Calum chuckled, tilting his head slightly.

"Yet, here you are, reaching for the pack to give me one?" He spoke as I began to pull another stick from the back, making me give him a death stare. I tossed the cigarette at him angrily, the stick falling to the floor. He picked it up with a smirk, shaking his head.

"Ever think maybe, if you weren't such a bitch, I wouldn't fuck with you so much?" He spoke bluntly, looking down at the cigarette now in his mouth as he began to light it. My mouth dropped slightly, I squinted in offense.

"Are you fucking joking?" I scoffed with a half smile, "You started all of this! You've been a fucking asshole since I can remember." I turned to face him fully, speaking with my hands. He looked ahead as I rambled, nodding nonchalantly at my words.

"I don't know, Y/n," He began, licking his lips mischievously, "Your hatred towards me seems more like fear. Intimidation." He continued to look away as he spoke. His words made my heart stop for a moment, his audacity having me at a loss of words.

"Intimidation?" I exaggerated, "You think you intimidate me?" I half laughed. Calum turned to face me, looking me in the eyes deeply.

"Look at me." He ordered sternly, "In my eyes, look at me.". My eyes shot up to his, his gaze burned into mine fiercely, making me look away quickly as my stomach began to flutter. I scolded myself mentally for proving his point correct.

"Exactly. Intimidation." He nodded to himself, returning to his previous position. So what if he intimidated me. What was he trying to prove?

Calum tossed his half smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out gently.

"See you inside, sweetheart." He spoke deeply, looking me up and down before making his way back inside. My mind was scrambled, Calum's unusual yet continuous infuriating behavior made my stomach flutter and my hands clammy. How could I begin to feel so attracted to someone I couldn't stand being around?

Back inside, I took my seat on the couch again, Ella nowhere to be seen.

"Where's El?" I spoke up to Ethan.

"Her room. She's knocked." He laughed at his sisters intoxication. I sighed in relief, thankful that if she was going to be heavily inebriated, at least she's safe in her own home. I'd also noted Calum's empty seat, unaware of his location as well. Being too stubborn to ask, I brushed it off, though he was heavy on my mind.

Bored and tired, I found my way to Ella's bathroom downstairs, seemingly unoccupied. Upon opening the door, I let out a gasp. I was greeted by Calum, who seemed to be finishing up in relieving his bladder.

"Jesus, fuck. Don't you know how to lock a door?" I groaned, standing through a slightly opened door, looking down at my feet.

"Don't you know how to knock?" He spoke, zipping his jeans, "You're choosing to stay there and watch, so." He smirked. I looked up at him through the cracked open door, his hand reaching for the handle.

"Are you done?" I muttered as he pulled the door open more, looking down at me.

"No." He spoke deeply, his hand shot to my wrists quickly, pulling me into the bathroom unexpectedly.

"Calum what-" I was cut off by his heavy hands pushing me by my waist against the bathroom door to close it, his quick hand moving to lock the handle.

"How bad d'you hate me?" He growled, his words deep in my ear. My stomach fluttered as my breath hitched, his dominate energy overpowering me.

"I can't stand you." I spoke quietly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He smirked briefly before leaning down to connect our lips for a rough kiss. I gasped, placing a quick hand on his arm in defense before I slowly melted into his lips. My mind raced with a million thoughts as our mouths danced in unison, his hands traveling up and down my waist.

"Awfully friendly for someone who can't stand me." He spoke smugly into my lips.

"Shut up." I breathed, pulling him by his shirt closer into my body, connecting our lips again for a heated make out. My hands wandered over Calum's toned torso, my lustful impulse overpowering my doubt. Calum smoothly moved me to the counter, my tailbone hitting the cold tile before he hoisted me up from under my thighs, not breaking our sloppy kiss.

He moved between my legs, his hands gripping my hips eagerly as our panting breaths mixed in with the sounds of banging music and party goers. The thought of my drunk friend in her bedroom upstairs slipped my mind.

"Off." Calum mumbled against my mouth, tugging at the hem of my top. My hands guided his to the clasps on my back, his talented fingers undoing my lace top effortlessly, letting it fall to the counter beside us.

He placed his callous hands on my bare breasts, squeezing and groping as his lips found their way down my neck and chest tenderly. My head rolled back lazily, hitting the mirror slightly at the feeling of his plump lips against my skin.

"Such a pretty little thing." He growled into my skin.

His hands trailed to my waistband, quickly undoing the button on my pants, the zipper following. Calum teasingly palmed my heat over my bottoms, smirking as squirmed impatiently.

"Someone's eager." He spoke deeply.

"Just take them off already." I muttered in a whine, my previous annoyance for Calum remaining though I so badly craved his touch.

Wasting no time, Calum swiftly pulled the tight pants from my legs, bringing my underwear down with and letting them pool on the floor beneath him. He bent down to his knees, face level with my already dripping folds.

"So wet already, sweetheart." He cooed, gliding a rough finger over my slit once, making me arch my back in return, "All this for me?" He tilted his head, placing his now cunt-slick middle finger in his mouth—his eyes meeting mine. I looked down at him in frustration, my hips wiggling and squirming with anticipation.

"Stop teasing." I whined, rolling my head to the side lazily. Calum chuckled lightly, scooting in closer between my legs. He placed two hands around my thighs, gripping the skin tightly before pressing his mouth against my heat abruptly. A hand flew to my mouth, trying to conceal the squeal emitting from my lips at his unexpected action. I watched him in awe as his eyes fluttered shut, working his lips and tongue on my folds with intense focus. My hand unconsciously moved to his hair, interlocking with his curls tightly as he performed his oral work.

With Calum working between my legs, I couldn't help but let a small giggle escape my lips at the unbelievable events I was letting unfold before me. I knew my hatred towards Calum remained the same, but I couldn't understand why I craved every bit of him so badly. Perhaps Ella was right, and perhaps our resentment and anger towards each other in our younger years had been slowly developing into furious lust all this time.

Calum stood back up with a swipe of his thumb across his bottom lip, looking at me through his eyebrows. He quickly tossed his slim fitting black t-shirt off, the clothing joining the rest in a pile on the cold tile floor. I impulsively reached out, pulling Calum in by his arms, my eyes glued to the toned "V" shape leading into his waist band. He smirked slightly, bringing his face in close to mine. Our foreheads connected gently while our heavy breaths heated the small space, my eager hands trailing to Calum's jeans button and zipper.

"So impatient." He chuckled deeply, placing two hands on each side of the counter beside my thighs.

"This changes nothing," I muttered, my eyes focused on removing the tight jeans from Calum's lower half, "I still don't like you." I half lied to him, myself as well. He let out a small laugh through his nose, shaking his head slightly with a smirk.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He spoke with in a deep tone, roughly pushing my wrists away from his almost exposed member. I gasped lightly at Calum's aggression, finding myself even more aroused at his dominance. He forcefully pushed my up my knees, holding my legs up with two hands under my thighs. I shivered at the cool air hitting my exposed heat, my eyes stuck in a gaze at Calum bringing a hand down to his boxers. My stomach fluttered as he revealed his erect shaft, bringing it gently against my slick folds.

"Still don't like me?" He tilted his head slightly, gliding his tip up and down my slit. My breathing shook, I watched, biting my cheek as Calum tauntingly ran his shaft against me.

"Just fuck me, please." I half whimpered in between breaths, continuing to watch his actions carefully. His continuation in taunting my hatred for him somehow only fueling my need foe him more.

"There's a good girl." He smiled slightly, lining himself up at my entrance. He replaced his hand at my thigh, holding my legs up as he pushed himself inside me sharply, emitting a sharp gasp from my lips. He wasted no time catching a quick pace, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on his cock thrusting deeply into my hole.

My head rolled back onto the cold glass mirror, the sensation on Calum hitting my walls taking over my body.

"Mm, Fuck, Cal." I moaned in between thrusts, my head rolling to my shoulder lazily as I watched Calum pound my vigorously.

"I've been waiting to fuck you for so fuckin' long, doll." He growled in my ear, leaning closer into my face, "You just wanted to get hate fucked, is that it?" He chuckled deeply, quickening his pace. I looked up at him through my lashes, trying my best to death stare him as his thrusting numbed my mind. His face was smug, Calum knew he was right—even if I never admitted it. But personally, I knew he was right too.

Calum shot a quick hand to cover my mouth as I squealed a loud whine, concealing my sounds from the party just outside the door.

"Don't wanna get caught, princess." He chuckled, looking down his nose at me in amusement. My eyes closed shut tightly as I began to feel my climax approaching quickly. I gripped the counter tightly, my knuckles turning white. My whines and moans muffled in Calum's palm. He noted my rising finish, pounding himself deeper inside of me.

"Gonna cum already, doll?" He teased, watching my twisted expression closely. I nodded frantically, my head rolling back in pleasure against the mirror once more.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum around my cock for me." He growled, moving in closer to my ear and keeping a hand over my mouth. My eyes rolled back, I let myself tremble and release around Calum's continuously pounding shaft.

"Such a good girl." He praised deeply, keeping up his quick pace to bring himself to his finish.

"Fuck, Y/n." He groaned in between breaths as his cock twitched inside me. He pulled out quickly, releasing his warm load on my bare abdomen. Calum dropped his head, falling lazily onto his palms placed on each side of my thighs as he let my legs fall back down onto the counter with a small smack.

Our heavy breaths filled the room, my head rested heavily against the fogging mirror as the two of us sat in a moment of silence.

"Still hate me?" Calum spoke up with a smirk, reaching over to wad up toilet paper and clean his mess from my stomach. I let out a heavy sigh, looking at him with a half annoyed expression.

"Don't push it." I muttered, my lips cracking an uncontrollable smirk as Calum handed me my discarded clothing. I hopped off the counter, pulling my pants up as Calum spoke.

"Gonna tell Ella?" He asked genuinely, pulling his shirt over his head. I paused briefly, completely forgetting about my intoxicated best friend upstairs. I let out a small sigh before answering.

"I don't know yet." I chuckled softly, "Let me process what I just did first." I joked. Calum laughed.

"Fair. I'll go out first?" He motioned to the door, hinting at the obvious predicament of the both of us exiting the bathroom at the same time.

"Right." I nodded in agreement, standing by the wall as he began to make his exit. He looked at me briefly before making his way out.

"See you later, sweetheart." He flashed me a smirk before exiting the bathroom, leaving me and my thoughts to ourselves.

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[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

i don’t know how to explain this right but cheerleading is such a female/feminine/femme coded thing and it’s derided a lot but it’s also like. one of the LEAST feminine things ever. yeah there’s skirts and makeup but the skirts are like. not actually sexy if you’ve worn one. they’re thick stiff fabric meant to hold a shape and you are like. constantly doing things to kick that skirt up but you’re not doing it to be sexy. 

and half the point of being a cheerleader is to yell really loud and just. generally be loud. which is something girls and women aren’t really allowed to do

and like. physically lifting someone over your head. or doing freakin backbends. that’s physically taxing. 

i’m not sure what i’m trying to get at here, but like, cheerleading is partly VERY AGGRESSIVE FEMININTY masking plain aggression/competitiveness and i think it’s interesting how often cheerleading is disparaged but also fetishized, as if it’s threatening enough to require being smacked down all the time. like we are threatened by a 16 year old girl who can fling another teenager into the air. and how cheerleaders are often portrayed as unintelligent and cruel, and how this probably has something to do with how incredibly gendered the sport is seen. and this isn’t even getting into male cheerleaders. 

#gender #queer stuff #cheerleading #i was a cheerleader in high school. not because i was good. #but because my school was so small we couldn't have tryouts #and i loved it #yeah we had the bitchy girls but we also had the quiet nerds #like highest gpas in the school girls #surely not ALL cheerleaders are vapid bullies right? #i just. i feel like there's some sort of madonna/whore thing that happens with cheerleaders #and im talking about. school cheerleaders because i know nothing about professional cheerleaders #but anyway #i have no idea what prompted this i'm just as confused as you are

[kiwikyuu]

━━━━━━━━ all the different shades of orange ; hinata shōyō

summary — whoever said that hinata shōyō is a ball of sunshine is a liar

word count — 3k

genre — imagine ; kinda enemies to lover, fluff

warning(s) — major spoilers about spring interhigh for those of you who haven't read the manga, insults thrown around, kinda out of character hinata, cursing, not edited

a/n — okay but have y'all seen e2l hinata shōyō besides kagehina lmao because i haven't and thought it'd be interesting to try out. also wow i have never put so much effort into a work like this one (hopefully it reaches a lot of people and you can all find some joy in reading!)

❝ WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING NEXT TIME, YOU ROTTEN BELL PEPPER. ❞

Hate was a strong word but the flaring anger in your heart and overwhelming urge to run into a wall whenever your eyes landed on that tangerine said otherwise. It wasn't that you went out of your way to dislike someone that has everyone wrapped around their finger. It just so happened that you had no tolerance for bullshit, and Hinata Shōyō pissed you off in every way possible.

It started on the first day of high school.

Walking beside Minari, a friend from middle school, the two of you were eager to leave the building. The idea of grabbing steamed buns had unraveled itself in your mind, and what better way to enjoy food than by sharing?

"Are you going to try out for any clubs?" Your elbow bumped against hers as you two walked the slowly emptying hallway. "I think I saw the girls soccer team holding tryouts soon."

Minari shrugged, but you could already see the thoughts pinging in her mind. "I might if I can."

See, the two of you had almost reached the staircase when it happened. Minari's long hair covered her view from time to time, so you were used to looking out for her while chastising the girl about the usefulness of a hairband. But what you didn't expect as you pulled the girl aside just as a gaggle of guys rushed by was the full strength of a short orange-haired boy catching you off guard and nearly sending you tumbling down the flight of stairs.

"I'm sorry! I - I didn't see you there!" He shouted, his hand coming out to latch instinctively onto your school uniform before you could be thrown back far. "And on the first day too... I'm so sorry! Please accept my apology."

You stared at the short boy standing before you looking positively green with anxiety and guilt. Minari was already calming him down with mentions of accepting his apology, but all you could focus on was the pounding beat of your heart and the tingling feeling in your legs from your near-fatal experience.

"Watch where you're fucking going next time, you rotten bell pepper," you muttered before pushing his fingers off your now wrinkled white shirt.

You had walked away first, Minari in tow, but not before catching the shine of his name tag, 'Hinata Shōyō,' and the wide-eyed stare on his face that sent shivers down your back.

From that day forward, every flash of orange around the school seemed to be followed by a glare on your end and a roll of eyes on his.

"You're in the way, pumpkin head." Your words cut through the chattering hallway and sliced at Hinata who in turn threw you a pointed look, something that all the First Year students knew by now was reserved for only you. "I'm trying to get to the library, but somebody's walking too slow. Aren't you supposed to be on the volleyball team?"

Hinata scoffed, but stepped aside to let you through. Dirty looks were all he had in his armory apparently as time after time after sending an insult or two his way, he held his tongue. You liked to think it was because he didn't have the proper brain cells to form a response, but sometimes you wondered if you were being too much.

Up ahead, Minari waved at you to hurry before all the seats at the library were taken. Shaking yourself of your thoughts, you walked over to her. Unbeknownst to you, while you shouldered your bag, your wallet tipped over and fell out at a certain somebody's feet.

Hinata picked up your ratty wallet, noticing it on the floor, and went to call out to you before catching himself. What did he care? Still, unable to ignore it, he pocketed your belonging making note to give it back to you later. Right now, he had a game to worry about.

Somehow you had ended up at the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai game during the Interhigh Preliminaries. Minari had dragged you up to the stands as discreetly as possible after convincing you that she wasn't feeling up to study. Considering she had her eyes set on a certain 5'10 blueberry, you were foolish enough to think that she'd wanted to take you some place fun.

Now as the two of you stared down at the game happening eagerly, you let out a sigh upon noticing Hinata. As if your day couldn't have gotten worse after misplacing your wallet, you were displeased to find that he was looking right back up at you with the same wide-eyed stare he had when you two had first met.

Shivers ran down your back almost as if on cue, and you tore your gaze away from him fully ready to leave the gymnasium and trudge back home. But had you turned away, you would have missed the freakish oddball combination execute their quick attack.

"Holy shit," you breathed. "What the fuck was that?"

Minari smirked. "Tobio-kun is a great setter, isn't he? Or were you too focused on Mr. Bell Pepper to notice."

You shot her a frosty look, pushing down the stuttering emotion starting to rise in your chest that most definitely did not feel like anger. "As if."

The game continued for what seemed like days but turned out to be hours at most ending at a score of 1:2 in Aoba Johsai's favor.

Deafening silence overtook your ears. Minari was quick to leave the stands, mumbling something about consoling the fallen setter while your eyes searched for some semblance of sunshine in Hinata's sullen ones.

Spotting his sunken expression, you felt yourself regret the hatred that had sparked for him for just a moment. A fleeting moment that buried itself in your heart, planting a seedling of growing doubt.

"Minari, we have to catch the bus back!" You called out to your friend as you joined her on the gymnasium floor.

She glanced your way, halting the conversation she had began with her Tobio-kun. "Two minutes, and then we can go. Please?"

You nodded despite feeling discomfort crawling up your spine at being surrounded now by those you didn't know. You settled by the door, checking your phone mindlessly to pass the short time only looking up when an outstretched hand came into view.

"You dropped this earlier." Hinata's words were short, sharp, and you were suddenly glad you had never been on the end of his scathing remarks. "On your way to the library," he continued.

"Oh," was all your malfunctioning mind could come up with as he took your open hand in his, placing your wallet gently in your palm. The warmth of his skin seemed pressed into your own even after he had started to stalk away.

Clearing your throat, you spoke before you could stop yourself. "You did well today. I - uh," you paused. What were you even saying? "I watched from the stands."

He offered you a soft smile, one that you realized could light the world aflame, before walking back to his awaiting team.

You placed your hand over your drumming heart, sedating the flustered feeling he had left behind with you, chanting in your mind over and over again that Hinata Shōyō was a menace and you had no plan to ever like him let alone fall for him.

But no one ever plans to fall in love.

The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club seemed to practice non-stop funnily enough, rather motivated by their loss from months ago instead of despaired. Minari had become a regular face during practice as she cheered the boys on in an attempt to woo Kageyama still, and by fault, so had you.

"Y/N, Tangerine's on his way over here." Minari nudged you, stealing your attention from the workbook open in your lap.

You shrugged, trying to focus on anything other than your slowly rising heartbeat. "Why? Did the coach bench him for his subpar plays?"

"No, actually Tangerine wanted to give you something but he's currently reconsidering."

You looked up immediately, eyes narrowing upon noticing Hinata standing in front of you with a small smirk. "You're looking really fucking smug for a guy who still needs to work on his skills. Kageyama says you lack basic technique."

Hinata rolled his eyes at you. "You're being rude."

"It's because I don't like you," you answered smoothly. "So get back to practice before you lose any more volleyball brain cells."

He let out a small laugh. Turning away, for a moment you thought he'd actually leave as simple as that, but just before he took another step, he tossed something your way. It fell on top of your workbook, smacking against the thin pages, causing a couple of the boys to look your way while Hinata jogged back to the net.

Minari leaned in closer to you. "He got you—" She cocked her head in confusion. "A wallet?"

It was a deep shade of orange that almost made you laugh out in irony. Detailed with card slots and a latch with snapping buttons, the wallet was definitely an improvement from the one you had right now.

"That's sweet... right?" Minari questioned, watching your expression as you opened the wallet to reveal a note — scratchy handwriting on a scrap of notebook paper.

'thought your wallet looked ratty old. not in a mean way of course!!!!

— your favorite, Pumpkin Head Shōyō

ps. my sister picked out the color :p'

"Stupid fucking carrot," you whispered under your breath, feeling your cheeks grow warm at his message. "I don't need a new wallet."

Minari scoffed at your words, turning to face you completely and taking your hands in hers with seriousness. "Be honest with me." You stared at her blankly. "Be honest, and tell me if you actually hate Hinata as much as you say you do. Why don't you just drop the act? You two obviously like each other enough to be friends, so why keep this all up? Isn't it tiring?"

Her words echoed through the hallways of your mind minutes, hours, and days after. Sitting at your desk in school, on your walk home, lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, they were as loud as life itself.

You thumbed the straps of your bag while waiting for the bus. The sun was slowly dropping from the sky, setting on the horizon leaving you in a thoughtful orange haze.

You two obviously like each other enough to be friends, so why keep this all up? Isn't it tiring?

The weeks following were conflicting and chaotic. Exam season settled on Karasuno High School jolting the students and staff into a cloud of stress.

You spent your spare time at the library, eyes boring into material that just wouldn't stick while a certain rotten bell pepper took his seat next to you.

"I have to pass my finals or Sugawara senpai is going to nail me to a wall," Hinata explained, spreading his notebooks out on the desk and bumping his elbow against yours in the process. "You do well in your classes, right? Do you — " He looked abash. "D - Do you mind helping me?"

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Looking back now, you suppose that's where your odd friendship began.

Days on end, the two of you would stay behind to cycle through the material slowly building a tolerance of each other much to everyone's surprise.

"Do you still hate me?" The question came one night, the weekend before his exams.

Hinata looked at you from where he sat on the swings, kicking his feet at the sandy grounds. The two of you were at the park, cooling off after a long study session.

Your eyes fell to the can of convenience store coffee in your hands. The slight of the passing breeze drilled his question further in your mind.

"No, I don't think so," came your answer, words wobbly and unsure despite the thrum of your heart beating loudly against your chest and the warmth in your cheeks.

Silence filled the space between you two before Hinata finally spoke up again.

"Then do you like me?"

Your body felt lit aflame, mind jumping immediately to the way he made you feel things you hadn't much before. "As a friend," you decided after a moment of flustered emotions. "We're friends, I guess."

Hinata nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I like you." He took a deep breath. "As more than a friend, but if you feel that way then I'll wait for you. We have time."

His confession became lost among the flurry of thoughts and colliding emotions raging on inside you. Before you could say anything in response, Hinata got to his feet, shooting you that now familiar smile of his and offering you his hand.

The new year overwhelmed your senses like a storm of rain after a drought. Refreshed after the break, you returned to school with a new sense of purpose amplified by the motivation the new year always brings.

Hinata's confession had remained in your mind, pushed to the back by celebration but still bugging you every so often. The apricot haired boy had showed up, throwing ping pong balls (of all things) at your window to catch your attention over the break asking if you wanted to go grab something sweet with him. You promptly responded with a rejection, only to find yourself walking with him ten minutes later.

"How was your break?" Minari asked, bundled in a jacket, scarf, and hat. She joined you at your side, catching you on your walk from the bus stop to school.

You shrugged, pulling your puffy jacket closer to you. "It was okay. You?"

She smiled. "Hung out with Tobio-kun. We went for hot chocolate, and he taught me how to set." Her eyes seemed almost dazzling at the memory, and you laughed, pushing her lightly away.

"You and your Tobio-kun are positively gross," you said. "Absolutely—"

Your words were halted at the feeling of warm fabric settling around your neck and a known face popping up beside you with a proud smile.

"Stay warm. You can give it back to me later," Hinata said before jogging away to catch up with a pair of Second Year boys ahead.

Your hand came up to the green scarf around your neck, failing to form comprehensive sentences. Heart thundering, you ignored the funny looks others sent your way. Glancing at Minari, you caught her slipping giggles.

"What happened to Hinata Shōyō being a rotten bell pepper?"

"Shut up."

Lending you his scarf when days seemed too cold was just the beginning of it all. Days turned into weeks turned into months of Hinata pining after you and you—though obvious to everyone else—trying to decipher your feelings for him.

"Hey, I missed you," Hinata said to you lightly after you had agreed to drop something off for Kageyama on Minari's behalf. Quickly realizing the meaning of his words, however, Hinata corrected himself. "I mean—um, as in I m - missed you earlier. Like... like I didn't catch you today, you know?"

You tilted your head at him with endearment, a small smile playing across your lips at the sight of his blushing face. "Yeah, don't worry. I got it, sweet potato."

His flustered expression dropped. "You think I'm sweet?"

Your eyes widened, stuttering to form a response and correct yourself out of this situation you had suddenly been thrusted in. Luckily, Kageyama came to your rescue before you could embarrass yourself.

"Hinata, boke, stop flirting with Y/N!" The tall blueberry haired boy towered over Hinata with a menacing glare and a scoff. Kageyama turned to you with a blank look you took for an apologetic expression.

Shaking your head profusely, you put your hands up in surrender. "Ah, no worries, Kageyama. I—uh, I have something for you from Minari. She has classroom duties today, so she couldn't come herself."

Kageyama nodded, taking the wrapped bento box that Minari had prepared for him from your outstretched hands. He mumbled words of thanks before stalking off while muttering under his breath a colorful range of insults at Hinata who in turn sent him a funny face.

The Spring Interhigh was coming up, and you were sure the Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club was itching for redemption after what had happened last August. Deciding that you didn't want to interrupt their practice any further, you made move to leave only to stop at the feeling of a hand on your wrist.

Glancing back, you raised an eyebrow in surprise at Hinata's sudden action. "What are you—"

The tangerine boy had exchanged his lighthearted expression of just minutes ago with a look that you could only describe as properly motivated. "When we make it to Nationals, promise to give me a chance."

All around you, the gym seemed to fade until only Hinata was in your line of vision.

When we make it to Nationals, he had said, not if.

Unable to respond, you found yourself nodding because who were you to kid yourself at this point?

The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club did, in fact, make it to Nationals, but unfortunately lost to Kamomedai High School in the quarter-final round while Hinata spent his time at the hospital.

Hooked up to an IV line and dressed in one of those flimsy hospital gowns, Hinata looked unusually weak laying down on the bed. The others had left not long after you had arrived though some took more convincing than others.

"Next time, you can keep your scarf to yourself," you said, cutting the silence short with a lighthearted remark.

Hinata smiled weakly at that, his hand coming to rest atop your folded ones on your lap. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

You shook your head. "Obviously, you can't take care of yourself." Slipping your hands from under his, you took the hand warmers out of your pockets and placed one in each of his hands. "Luckily, you got me."

His face lit up. "Oh, do I now?"

Warmth spread through your body as you looked away from his hopeful gaze. "Well, you did make it to Nationals."

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Big Fan // Oliver Wood x Reader

Hey! My first Harry Potter imagine on here, pretty excited!! Request some HP characters for my recent HP kick ;)

Summary - Reader transfers from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts and is excited to see her favorite quidditch player.

Word Count - 1.1k

Things like this weren't usually allowed, or frowned upon at the very least. But I was NOT about to apparate all the way across the world every morning to get to Ilvermorny.

So I transferred to Hogwarts.

Which was probably the most anxiety inducing thing possible, especially starting as a 6th year. But it was for the best.

So here I was, sitting in my new headmasters, Albus Dumblores, office being sorted privately. He set the ancient brown hat upon my head, I felt it immediately move.

"You have very strong signs of leadership!" It shouted, startling who I now knew as Professor McGonagall, who drew her books closer to her chest.

"Thank you?" I replied back quietly.

"But I don't think you belong there... But above leadership you have courage, chivalry, and nerve. I believe you belong to, Gryffindor!" Another shout bellowed from, well, wherever this hats lungs were.

It was weird being sorted like this. It was weird and much simpler than how we did it in America. I remember the anxiety I had being brought into the sorting room.

*"Y/n Y/l/n, it's your turn!" I heard our headmaster, Agilbert Fontaine, shout as he peered over a piece of paper. My hands pulled at the ponytail that sat at the back of my head. A blue and maroon tie hung around my neck and a navy skirt swishes by my knees.*

*The room was dimly lit, 4 carvings stood in front of me. I knew them as the Thunderbird, Wampus, Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie. I hadn't been hoping for any certain house, but I certainly would like to be placed in the same my parents had been in.*

*Thunderbird.*

*But as I stood, thumbs twiddling and feet scuffing the floor, one reacted to me quite obviously.*

*"Wampus it is!" Mr. Fontaine announced with glory, leading me out of the room to bring in the next.*

My family had always called me the prettiest black sheep of the family, the only one sorted outside of Thunderbird. Yet they were still so proud of me. But now I was a Gryffindor, brave and proud.

"I will gather a uniform for you and set it in your dormitory. Percy Weasley, one of the Gryffindor prefects, will take you to your common room." Just as she said so, th boy I assumed was Percy waltzed into the room. He had a large round nose and true red hair.

"Hello Miss y/l/n, right this way." He lead me through the spacious halls to my new common room, it was covered by a portrait he called 'The Fat Lady.'

"You have to give her a password in order to get in, this year its 'wattlebird.'" The Lady nodded her head at Percy and opened the canvas to reveal a red themed room.

The air was warm and welcoming, and I felt a feeling of calm wash over me. I haven't felt like this for a while, so maybe this really *was* the right place for me. Across the room a boy with black hair sat, round glasses laid upon his nose. He wore a black robe with red insides.

"That's Harry Potter, second year. He's kind of famous around here." Percy pointed to the boy who gave a small wave and turned back to his book with a red face. I had read about Harry, he was quite the hero, even for a baby.

"Girls dormitories are up those stairs, your uniform should already be up there. But I wouldn't bother changing into it considering how late it is. Curfew is 10 pm." And with that, he was off. I hopped up the stairs, finding my room and locating my freshly ironed robe. Deciding to listen to Percy, I changed into sweatpants and a tshirt, heading down the the common room to sit in front of the fire. And I was prepared to do just that, sit quietly by the fire with a quidditch book grasped in my hand. But instead, before my feet could hit the last step, I heard a voice.

"Interested in quidditch eh?" My head was brought up to see short brown hair, brown eyes and a cute button nose.

I know that face.

"Are you Oliver Wood?!" I could barely contain myself, shamelessly. His eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Yes?" I hadn't expected him to be scottish, I loved the accent. But to be fair, any accent amazed me being American.

"I'm a big fan!" It was probably a foreign thing to him, I'm sure he didn't get it a lot. Probably even *weirder* coming from an American, considering we don't even have Quidditch at Ilvermorny. We have Quodpot. But I had come to Scottland a few years back to see a quidditch game, my dad had insisted on it. And it happened to be Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. I was mesmerized by how well Oliver played and hoped to meet him one day.

And here he was.

Staring at me.

Because I was frozen in thought.

I slowly brought my hand out for a handshake, and he took it with a firm grip.

"Would you mind if I asked how you know me?" A hint of suspicion behind his voice.

"Oh! I came here my third year because my dad loves Quidditch, but I couldn't see it in America. So we came here. And I loved to see how effortlessly you played, you're amazing!" I was turning into a whole fangirl, and I could my face turning more red with each word. I tried to hide it by swishing my hair further into my face.

"Really? I don't think I was even very good my third year." His head was now leaning on the doorframe next to us. He was a lot easier to talk to than I thought.

"I beg to differ." I laughed hugging my book to my chest. "Tryouts are soon right? I better get to practicing." His arm was brought around his neck, ears reddening just to the point where I could tell.

"Maybe I could help you out, teach you a few things?" I couldn't think of a better day.

"Hey Wood! Already flirting with the new girl?" I heard a teasing voice come from across the room. Oliver's face reddened greatly, his face contorting into an angry expression.

"Shut up Fred!" His teeth were grit at the seemingly younger red haired boy. His hands shot up in defense and went back to whatever he was doing.

"I would love some help." I assured him, my hand touching his shoulder. "Thank you." And with that I was off to my own corner of my room.

*Maybe moving schools was a great idea.*

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[itsadamcole]

blue christmas

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader gets sad on Christmas Eve and goes to spend the night in Tyler's hotel room with him

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: fluffy, sad!reader

— day 10 .... here we go —

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You sit on the floor by the big window in your hotel room. You watch as the snow falls. You came home to Canada with Tyler for the weekend but you regret it, since your family hasn't talked to you since you left in the middle of the night to train to wrestle with Tyler in the States. They were always against it, but you defied them and left.

The snow looks beautiful as it silently falls and covers the buildings surrounding the small hotel.

As you watch the snow fall, you start to think about going home to your parents. You miss them. You're positive that they probably haven't even watched one of your matches.

Your parents have both been against wrestling since you were young. They stopped you whenever they could from watching it or reading about it. Of course you were always best friends with Tyler Breeze, who went on to become one time NXT Tag Team Champions.

About two years ago, he reached out and said he was opening a wrestling school and asked you if you wanted to come down. You were 25 and still living at home because you couldn't find a stable job, until you flew to Orlando, trained for a year and a half, and got signed to NXT after several tryouts. Your parents were furious, and they cut you completely out of their lives.

Tears begin to roll down your cheeks as you think about your family and how easily they cut you out of their lives.

It's Christmas Eve and you're crying. The only person who could make you feel better is probably asleep across the hall from you.

You wipe your tears and go leave your room, knocking on Tyler's door.

If he's awake then great but if he's not then it's okay.

It's freezing in the hallway. You are standing in the hallway in black and white checkered pajama pants with a black cropped cami tank top.

After contemplating going back to your room and spending the night alone, you knock on Tyler's door.

Sighing, you wait a few seconds before knocking one more time. You wrap your arms around yourself.

You give up and turn to go back to your room. Then the door opens behind you.

"Y/N?" a sleepy Tyler asks behind you. "Are you okay? It's kind of late."

Turning around, you see Tyler. He's in grey sweatpants and no shirt. You blink and say, "Yeah, I, um, I wanted to see if you were still awake but obviously I woke you up so you can go back to sleep."

Tyler yawns and says, "It's okay. If something's wrong then I'll wake up for you."

You can't holds back tears anymore as you ask, "Can I come in?"

His eyes widen and he nods. "Yeah, come on in," he says.

Tyler moves aside and you walk into the dark room. The only light is coming from the moonlight that's coming through the window. The door shuts and Tyler walks over to you.

"What's wrong?" he ask. "You never cry so I know that something is wrong."

You sit on Tyler's bed and he kneels in front of you. You wipe away your tears and say, "I was just thinking about my parents. I haven't been back to Canada since I left, and I was thinking about visiting them. They cut me out of their lives though so I don't think they'd want to see me." Tears begin to fall again.

Tyler reaches up and wipes your tears and says, "You don't need them, Y/N. If they were able to cut you out of their lives just like that then they don't deserve you in their lives."

He's right, and you know it. Plus, you've made a new family down in Orlando on NXT. Fandango is one of your closest friends, you're Shotzi Blackheart's tag team partner, and you're close with all the members of the Undisputed Era because Tyler is close with Adam Cole so all of you hang out all the time.

You look down at Tyler as he kneels in front of you. His hands linger on your cheeks a little too long and you feel your heart begin to race in your chest.

Recently, you've found yourself feeling differently toward Tyler. When he touches you, you feel butterflies in your stomach and your heart races in your chest. You laugh at nearly everything he says, even if it's not really that funny.

"You're the best," you say. "You know that?"

Tyler smiles and says, "I try to be, especially for you."

Your cheeks heat up after Tyler makes the 'especially for you' comment. You're lucky it's dark in here or else he would have seen how red your cheeks are.

"Can we cuddle like we usually do?" you ask. "Your cuddles always make me feel better." You smile at the end of the sentence.

He nods and says, “Of course we can cuddle, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for.”

You giggle and both of you get under the covers. Tyler lays on his back and you rest your head on his chest. Your left arm is thrown lazily over his waist over the covers, and his right arm is casually thrown around your shoulders.

After a moment of silence, you say, “I’m sorry for waking you up. I just needed someone because I was so upset and sad.”

Tyler says, “Wake me up whenever you want, Y/N. I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to be there for you, even at 2:30 in the morning and sleeping.”

You laugh and look up at Tyler. He’s smiling down at you.

A wave of something overcomes you and you lean up, kissing Tyler gently.

He pulls back in surprise and your eyes widen. You say, “Tyler, I am so sorry. I don’t know what overcame me.”

“Y/N, relax,” he says. “It’s just a kiss. Plus, I kinda liked it.”

You tilt your head in confusion and ask, “What?”

Tyler gives a little nervous laugh and says, “I’ve liked you for a little while, like in more than a friend way. I just never thought you felt the same.”

“I do,” you quickly say. “I have liked you for a while too.”

He smiles and says, “Let me take you out tomorrow on a Christmas date. We’ll get hot chocolate and go ice skating like we both love to do. Then we’ll have dinner at my parents’ house since it is Christmas.”

You smile at Tyler and say, “Let’s do it.”

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[pbandjesse]

Oops I deleted my post. Thankfully I was only talking about last night and hadn't really gotten to write much of the day because I keep getting distracted.

I'm really glad to be in bed. I'm very tired. And I don't feel 100% but I do feel a lot better than I did yesterday. Today was really a good day and I do feel very happy.

Last night was a different story though. I was miserable and I couldn't sleep. I ended up going through Facebook and try and figure out who was married for my graduating class. Because this year is 10 years since I graduated from high school. Which is Wile to think about. I can't believe that that used to actually matter. My people would have reunions and things. You couldn't pay me to go to a reunion for my high school. And then I woke up in the middle of the night with horrible pain. It was like a charlie horse from my side all the way down my leg. I got up a few times cuz I thought I was going to be sick. I was up for a while and eventually I was able to take a Motrin and feel okay enough to lay down. But I was still in pain. James is 1000000 degrees all the time so his body heat lulled me enough to go back to sleep.

I woke up briefly when James was leaving for work. I didn't even feel him get out of bed. But he came and gave me a hug before he left. I really needed to keep sleeping though.

I let myself sleep in until almost 10. And that's been kind of normal right now just because it's cold and I'm tired and haven't been feeling good so I haven't been sleeping well. But it's not like I had a lot to do today. I got up and I got dressed. I had a bagel. I watched videos. I'm most of them watching those SCP read through ones and I've been really enjoying those. They're the perfect amount of Creepypasta but they don't have to have a conclusion which is always the weakness in a creepypasta. So it's been very nice just Mindless sort of creepy and fun.

I left here around 11:30. I biked over to dickblick to get Sharpies for the kids. Which are way more expensive than I thought they were. But ended up getting a great deal on 12 pen Sharpies for like $7. The woman said they were actually mislabeled because they should have been $12 but I want out in the mist occurring and she still let me have the price.

I left there and I went to 7-Eleven. I got lunch. And then I grabbed the bus to go to work. When I got there I found that a whole bunch of stuff I've been knocked over in our storage closet. I went to go talk to coach Banks who sort of runs lunch time. But parent was yelling at him about her child being suspended. So I noped out of there. I found another t-shirt at all. But I just cleaned it off it was fine. I ended up having a funny conversation with health aid because she wasn't sure if I was a student or a teacher. And I explained who I was. And she was just like I've never seen you here before. It was cute.

I found some new organizational tools for our cart. So now each table has their own basket with their own supplies in it. So there'll be no more arguing. So is very proud of myself for that and then me and Chelsea were able to just chill. There wasn't a lot that we needed to do.

And we had a really nice day. It was really small class today we only had about 11 by the end. Just with the snow that was coming in and there's cheerleading tryouts in basketball practice. I think the robotics team also just started up again. But that was nice. It was nice to just be able to connect with the couple kids that were there on a one to one level. And they made good art and that was really nice to see. We talked about foreground middle-ground and background. And how you can use line weight to show those different distances.

We also have the art store today. And the kids are already raised enough money to have a pizza party. I was very proud of them for donating to each other. And they got to have a cool thing over it. Will probably save it for next week. But I'm so very proud of them.

When I woke up this morning it was very heavy on my heart but I wanted to talk to Damien's mom. When he was brought to our class for the first time. The couple days before. I was warned that he was really tough to have in class. That he was on the Spectrum and that teachers found him very difficult. But his mom is great and that if there was ever an issue she would come and get him right away and not to worry about it. But that's not been my experience with Damien. He's wonderful. He's a sweet loving little boy. Sometimes he has breakdowns. Sometimes he can't focus. But he is always first to help me and he has a really sweet temperament. And so I really felt like I needed to say something to his mom today. She came early to pick him up because his sister was doing some kind of presentation at an event. And I pulled her aside and I was like Hey I just really want to let you know how much I enjoy Damien. And I told her everything and she started crying and gave me a hug. And you can just tell she works so hard with those two kids. She's a really good mom and I'm glad that Damien was able to be in our class. He's a good boy.

We finished up today. We did vocab in Jeopardy Style. Where they had to say the definition and then someone else had to give the vocab word in the form of a question. Only about half of them understand that but it was so fun. We played a game and then we wouldn't have snack and then it was time to go home. Me and chelsi got to get out of there by 5:30 which was awesome.

I got the bus and I was able to get back to my apartment only a couple minutes after 6. I packed up some stuff for dinner and then I went to James's place. He made Tex Mex and use some of the stuff that I brought with me. And we watched videos and we talked. He explained the game he made to me. Which has a whole lot of numbers in it is hard for me to get but seems to have a really nice system of rolling dice that I hope this DND friends enjoy. And we hung out for a while. And we talked. And then he walked me home.

It had started snowing and he likes walking in the snow so it wasn't completely one-sided. We just enjoy each other's company and we talked and had a nice walk back to my apartment. He said goodbye and he went back to his.

When I got here I checked the mail and Not only was my new rabbit phone case here. The old one was very matted and I wasn't able to brush it out like I was hoping. My new reindeer Furby arrived as well. I'm not sure what to name him yet but he's very soft. He doesn't seem to work. His he won't turn on. But that's okay. He's still very cute. He'll probably get packed away with the Christmas ornament ones as well once the winter is over so he'll be a nice new face to have out next year.

I'm in bed now. Just enjoying that it's actually nice and toasty in my bedroom for once. I'm going to plug in my phone though because it's dying. And then I'm going to try to go to sleep. I am working at constellation all day tomorrow and I'm hoping to do lesson plans. And then me and James are going to go see a play about Johnstown. And I am really looking forward to it. Because I love Cults. Especially murder cults.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. I hope that your animals are nice to you. And that you have a really nice day tomorrow. Good night everyone.

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