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hyuckbeam · 1 year

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hit or miss

you’re given a bet by your own best friend to finally earn you some kissing experience at the ripe age of 18, but what if he’s the one you’ve been wanting to kiss all along?

pairing | bff!haechan x reader

genre | fluff, just a bit of angst

warnings | y/n uses she/her pronouns, both y/n and hyuck are dumdums! kind of slow burn, curse words are explicitly mentioned, cousin!winter, i think that’s all but lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 4.3k words

note | this is pretty inspired by the webtoon “the kiss bet” because i currently have a hyper fixation on it and i absolutely love all the characters ;0; this is also way longer than intended but anyways,, i hope u enjoy! all rbs and likes are appreciated, thank you <3

D-15.

“in three, two, one, happy birthday, y/n!” your best friend, haechan announces aloud for everyone in your apartment complex to hear at 12 in the morning.

“come on! make a wish before the candles blow out!” winter, your cousin, urges you with a big smile on her face.

having just finished your night time routine and prepared yourself for a night's worth of sleep, you were rather shocked to see them with one of those trendy bento cakes and rainbow colored party hats adorning their heads.

despite your confusion, you walk up towards them with a grateful smile resting upon your lips. “seriously, when did you guys plan this?”

“oh, it was all my- ow, hey!” haechan gets cut off midway through his statement because of a nudge from winter’s elbow.

“what he was trying to say was it was all my doing. you’re welcome bubs!” your cousin beams, eyes creasing into crescents. “though i’d wish you’d hurry up. this cake isn’t holding itself up for you, y’know?” she adds on rather playfully but you can tell she truly meant it.

gathering a deep breath, you blow out the candles and cheers erupt from the people you deem closest to you. winter then sets down the cake on your coffee table in relief as your best friend slings his arm over your shoulder.

“sooo y/n, got anything planned for the year? a small resolution or something like that, i don’t know.” he rambles off, suggesting the idea of having a goal to work towards now that you were deemed an adult (though, haechan kept referring to this as the year that marks your jail-ability era).

you feel a little tingly from his touch, even when you know the two of you are just friends and nothing more. what you’re feeling is probably just a phase. it’ll go away.

“i’m not really sure, got any ideas for me?” you ask the two instead, eyeing them both in a back and forth motion.

“we can always work on that dating experience of yours- last i remember, it was up to the high number count of… zero.” your cousin chips in from the side as she slices the cake for the three of you to share, her tone sarcastic while she teases you.

it’s true, you didn’t have a lot (re: any) of experience in the dating sector, but perhaps that could change starting this year. “that… might not be such a bad idea.”

haechan’s interest seems to have been piqued — he’s making that look. that specific expression where the corners of his lips turn upwards, a brow raised, and that glint in his eye. oh, you know it all too well.

“come on.” you urge the boy. “start sharing your idea. i can practically see your mind ready to explode.”

“well, since you’ve asked me ever so kindly. how ‘bout a bet?” he starts, taking a few steps towards you with that cocky expression of his. “i bet you 10 dollars to kiss someone in two months. not that hard, right?”

“what- you want me to kiss some random person for 10 bucks?” you gawk out in surprise.

he only shakes his head, “i never said it needed to be a stranger. just, someone in general.”

you processed the idea thoroughly, running all sorts of possible scenarios in your head. wouldn’t it be much easier to kiss… haechan himself? that just seemed like the most plausible approach for you.

he wasn't a stranger — the furthest from one. you were comfortable with him. the kiss didn’t have to mean anything (though it might mean a tiny bit more to you), and in addition, you’d be making some cash.

everything seemed to check out. the only problem was that you had to ask him to kiss you. still, surely this was better than any other alternative, right?

“i’ll do it but… can’t i just kiss you and get it over with?” you finally voice out your thoughts, pretending to make your question sound playful in case the request backfires on you.

“you’re my best friend, that’s a little odd, don’t you think so?” haechan replies in the same tone, lightly ruffling your hair before going over to retrieve a slice of cake from winter.

ouch. way to have your first bit of “dating experience” be your best friend… friend zoning you. what a lovely start to your 18th birthday.

D-13.

a few days had passed since the bet you made with haechan had been established, but not one ounce of progress had been made.

to be fair, how were you supposed to kiss someone else when all you’ve ever wanted was for that kiss to be with your best friend? that’s tough luck.

you attending classes today doesn’t really help with your thoughts either, especially when both haechan and winter had been asking about said progress one after the other.

you’d be lying if they weren’t starting to give you a headache.

as if on cue, winter approaches you, some lecture books in hand and her bag slung on her shoulder. “y/n! how’s your progress?” here we go again.

“just as i told you yesterday, nothing yet.” you reply with a small sigh.

winter senses the frustration behind your words, encouraging her to suggest ideas to help you. “how about finding someone you like? it might make it easier for you know… to kiss them.”

“i don’t think that’s still a good- actually, you might just be onto something, minjeong.” your gears start to churn in your mind. in order to wash haechan off your mind, you might as well find someone else and maybe get an actual relationship out of it.

the idea was just perfect for you.

“have i ever told you how much i love you? i gotta go but i’ll see you after class, winter!” you excitedly bid her a goodbye, rushing to your classroom so you could better plan out your new gameplan.

though the most ideal situation was long gone, you now had a back up plan and you weren’t going to back down so easily from the bet.

you were now busily scribbling on your notepad, forgetting that a new student was to transfer into your class today. the teacher calls upon your attention and as you look up, your eyes land on a boy with great resemblance to a cute bunny.

apparently he’s the new transfer student.

the teacher gives him a moment to introduce himself. “hello everyone, my name is na jaemin. i hope we all get along!” so that’s his name, you thought to yourself.

surprisingly, he was told to take the seat in front of yours, offering you a small smile and a curt wave, one that you gladly return, before he takes his seat.

actually, maybe you really could forget haechan for just a teensy bit.

D-6.

a week goes by without haechan seeing you once. an entire week. was he always this eager to see you? to bask in the warm sight that is you? he thinks he must be going crazy.

the only time he ever gets updates about you is through winter which aren’t much to go on. he does remember a key detail she mentioned previously about how you’ve been spending time with that new student, jaemin.

what was so special about him anyways? well, he was surely going to find out soon.

as the bell rings to signal the start of recess, he dashes out of his classroom, taking big steps towards yours.

there, haechan finds you in his seat and he’s about to approach you until he sees you’re in the middle of a conversation with the one and only, na jaemin.

“this is how you do this, right?” jaemin asks you, directing your sight to a piece of paper that has a bunch of math formulas written on it.

“yeah! i’m surprised you got that rather quickly.” you compliment the boy in front of you with a small laugh.

your thoughts on jaemin have changed drastically since the first time you met him. he’s a sweet boy, someone you could never take advantage of. it just felt wrong to you so you just dropped your entire plan as a whole.

it was alright to lose the bet. at least you kind of made a new friend out of it, right? you smile to yourself at that thought.

to haechan, however, your smile is so bright in jaemin’s presence, it’s practically blinding everyone in sight. have you ever smiled at him like that? wait- why does that matter?

he doesn’t like you, no way.

you’re best friends, yeah. his love for you is as platonic as can be — at least that’s what he tells himself.

for someone as bold as haechan, he can’t seem to find the confidence in him to walk towards your table and steal your attention. instead, he steps out of the classroom, unnoticed by you.

D-5.

“JAEMIN DID WHAT!?” haechan yells into his phone, winter being on the receiving end of the call.

the girl tuts, “scream one more time and i’m hanging up on you. and yes, i heard he confessed to y/n. i don’t think she gave him an answer though.”

“sorry, look, i was just really surprised.” a deep sigh comes out from haechan before the call goes silent. he takes the time to process the situation, but the idea of you and jaemin being together just rubs him off the wrong way.

“doesn’t she see how bad he is for her?” he finally reasons out.

“uhuh, in what sense exactly?” winter retorts.

“he’s probably just using her to gain attention or something! can’t i look out for my own best friend?” the response is laughable, even to haechan, but he goes along with it.

winter laughs into the call, “are you even hearing yourself? that’s pretty baseless, even for you haechan.” she replies shortly afterwards. “seems to me like you’re jealous.”

“are you hearing yourself, winter? no i’m not! get your head screwed on properly!” haechan answers back in the same incredulous manner as she did to him just a few seconds ago. “who would i even be jealous of?”

“jaemin. who else? i think it’s pretty clear to most. you aren’t that great at managing your feelings, y’know-” the girl’s voice cuts off for a second, “-oh, i’m being called to dinner now but seriously, get yourself together haechan. i know you like my cousin. bye!”

the line goes beep and haechan tosses his phone onto his bed. she really did just leave him hanging like that. how could she after bringing that idea up?!

jealous? not a chance. haechan never gets jealous.

D-4.

haechan wakes up the next day feeling tired, having not slept a wink after winter’s words kept replaying in his head.

i know you like my cousin.

you like my cousin.

you like her.

and these same words follow him as he makes it all the way to school. perhaps seeing you in school would help him understand his feelings better.

he really just wants this to be over with.

with trudged steps, he makes his way to your classroom and luckily enough for him, there you were already in class before the first bell rang.

he blames it on the lack of sleep but you look so ethereal sitting down in your chair as you bop your head lightly to the music that’s presumably playing on your earphones.

the sight is something to behold- that is until he pivots his head ever so slightly and sees jaemin accompanying you. god, why does he have to be there.

so maybe haechan does get jealous. sometimes.

maybe that’s why he acts without thinking, swiftly dragging you from your chair and out to the school courtyard despite your protests.

“hyuck let me go-” you grumble, tugging on your arm but he doesn’t budge one bit. it’s only when you reach a bench in the furthest part of the courtyard he decides to get go of your wrist.

“seriously, what is wrong with you?” you scoff out in disbelief. “this is the first time we’ve spoken in days. i think you could’ve just asked me if you really wanted to talk.” with the addition of those words, haechan finally realizes what he’s done. he knows it was wrong but he isn’t going to back down from the argument that was brewing between you two.

“me? how about you? you’ve been so lovey dovey with mr. perfect all this time! don’t you have yourself to blame on why we haven’t seen each other in so long?” he spat out coldly.

your heart sinks, and yet, you can’t help but feel even more enraged. its true, you’re part of the reason for the lack of communication between you two. after all, communication is a two way system. but doesn’t that also mean he’s also to blame?

“i enjoy jaemin’s company a lot! is that so wrong?” you shoot back, biting your bottom lip before mumbling the latter part of your statement. “at least he isn’t as grumpy as the person standing in front of me.”

ouch.

the boy hears this and gets ticked off even more. maybe it really is the lack of sleep but he seriously can’t understand her reasoning anymore. instead, he assumes she’s just doing all of this for the bet.

“do you really want to win the bet so bad? if that’s what you want, just kiss me and be over with it. i’m literally letting you win. you can stop seeing jaemin now.”

and that’s when it hits you a little.

why is he bringing the bet up all of a sudden when you just want a genuine relationship with jaem- oh. he couldn’t possibly see you as someone like that right? he said it himself! he doesn’t like you and even denied your request to kiss him a few weeks ago.

but, if that were all true, what other explanation would there be to his actions?

he takes your silence as a no, prompting him to leave you in the courtyard all alone.

you couldn’t seem to understand him at all no matter how hard you tried.

as soon as you got home from classes that same day, you rushed yourself back home and into the comfort of your bed and pillows — treating them as if they were your closest confidants and cried while you shared your troubles.

it wasn’t productive on your end but it was much needed for you to at least think straight. you’d been bottling your contemplations all day long after all.

here you are laying lifeless on your bed, using all your braincells to dicern what the fuck happened earlier this morning.

you know haechan doesn’t like you. you’ve said it to yourself so many times now.

maybe he’s just jealous you’ve been spending more time with jaemin because, although you have different intentions before, you realized you couldn’t see him in that way nor had the heart to just use him for your own gain.

haechan was a different story though. you feel flushed just thinking about him, knowing full well the both of you are in the middle of an argument between each other.

remembrance of the frustration hits, making you groan at the thought of having to remedy it. if you and haechan had anything in common, it would be the stubbornness you both share.

the last time you both got into an argument this big was back in junior high. neither of you spoke to the other for an entire month. it got so bad that both your parents had to call each other up to devise a way to get an apology out from the both of you.

though it would make the entire situation much easier, your parents no longer delve into these types of problems — and neither do haechan’s. you’re both all alone to fix this one yourselves and you wish you’d been more grateful to your parents for mending your relationship with haechan.

deep down, you already know the both of you will struggle to find the right timing, but you certainly hope that day would come soon. you didn’t exactly like being away from him either (even if he made you feel like shit for the rest of the day).

you decide to sleep off your worries for the night, hoping and praying that tomorrow would be a better day for you.

D-3.

tomorrow is not any better of a day.

jaemin and haechan both invited you to eat with them for lunch which quickly escalated into a light argument between the two. you couldn’t even bring yourself to butt into their conversation, seeing how they were fighting over something so silly.

“i’m her best friend, we do this pretty much everyday!” you hear haechan yell at jaemin, his frustration for the other getting the best of him. “plus, i need to talk with her. without you.”

“if the two of you are just best friends, then what gives you the right to dictate her answers?” jaemin fires back, keeping a calm and collected appearance throughout.

this shuts haechan up and the entire cafeteria goes dead silent. oh boy, did you want to curl up into a little hole. everyone was staring and you didn’t like that one bit.

nevertheless, you decided to be the bigger person — uttering a small apology to jaemin before walking off to the table you usually sat at with haechan — the latter following you a few steps behind.

neither of you speak as you begin to eat your separate meals, another sign the relationship between you two was starting to fade out into dust.

winter joins your lunch table shortly after witnessing the drama unfold, she looks at haechan with an unreadable expression and the boy stays quiet during the whole meal.

didn't he say he wanted to talk? an apology for the day before would have been nice.

you get fed up by the silence, placing your food back on the tray before picking it up. you mutter a quiet “i can’t seem to understand you at all.” directed at hyuck before leaving and switching over to the table where jaemin and his friends are sitting.

it all happened too fast and haechan didn’t realize you were leaving until you already did. he really did want to talk but how was he supposed to do that after having that situation with jaemin?

he wanted to calm down first but you had other plans. you really left him in shambles this time.

winter can’t help but sigh at the ongoing conflict. she silently wishes she wasn’t involved this much if it was going to turn out like this.

D-2.

haechan knows he truly has to make it up to you (including a long overdue explanation of why he’s been acting weirdly the past few days) but doesn’t know how to do that. apologies never came easy to him. his mind couldn’t help but go blank everytime he tried thinking of a way to approach you without making things more complicated than they already are.

the sheer amount of times he’s hit a brick wall has him calling the only person who probably knows more about you than he, himself, does.

he picks up his phone, searching through his contacts before landing on a single person, now waiting for the phone to ring.

“hello?” winter’s voice reaches him through the call. “i knew you’d call after what happened at the cafeteria.”

it takes a moment for haechan to answer, “maybe if jaemin wasn’t so aggressive–”

“you both were. now spill, have you gotten your feelings sorted yet?” the girl pushes his dramatics aside, getting straight to the point.

“i… think i do. you were right all along.” haechan finishes. although it was hard for him to admit at first, now that he’s actually said it out loud, it might be the first time he’s been feeling a sense of clarity after so long.

winter hums at his confession. “at least you’re finally taking a step in the right direction. now, to win her back…” she smiles to herself, already having a plan in mind.

you, on the other hand, have been seeing haechan and winter together often for the past week. naturally, your mind begins to wonder if your own cousin is the reason why haechan rejected you way back during your small birthday celebration.

the evidence matches up pretty well — he probably couldn’t reject you directly because she was in the room with the two of you that day. he isn’t spending as much time with you anymore because he’s spending time with her.

they look good together.

those words linger in your head more than you’d like to admit.

you feel cast aside by the people you’ve known practically your entire life but you don’t have much of a choice but to return to jaemin’s company. after all, you chose to eat the rest of your lunch at his table instead of the one that brought familiarity to you.

D-DAY.

day after day, the two of you just seemed to grow even more distant and you wondered if the end of your long-term friendship was nigh approaching. you barely saw him roaming through the halls of campus anymore, much less your cousin.

you didn’t dislike the new friend group you had (jaemin introducing you to his friends after you finally told him about your situation with haechan, but you couldn’t help but feel… dissatisfied with your current situation.)

as your class ends, you prepare yourself for another silent walk home. despite having those new friends, you felt lonelier than you ever had. you missed them. you missed him. and yet, life seemed to have other plans for you.

even trudging down these halls filled with other students made you lonely.

truthfully, you would do anything to have them back- a pain to your forehead snaps you out of your thoughts. you had bumped into someone. well, not just someone, but the person you’ve been longing for the most.

haechan. he was right in front of you after who knows how long it’s been.

you felt like crying on the spot but held in your emotions to appear like your life was anything but lost. haechan knew that look on your face, presuming you haven’t been well ever since the two of you have spoken. he takes your hands that have slumped to your sides into his, and the small gesture reminded you of the warmth he’d bring into your life.

“are you up for a short conversation perhaps?” you only nod and he takes that as a signal in the right direction, though, he isn’t used to you acting around him like this. oh boy, this was going to be more than a short conversation.

haechan leads you into the gymnasium and the two of you sit down by the bleachers with no sight of other students in the area.

“before you get mad- i wanted to apologize first. i shouldn’t have acted the way i did. i was childish.” he begins, holding eye contact with you to show his sincerity. “frankly, i was jealous. jealous you spent more time with jaemin, and you seemed to enjoy you time with him more than the times we hang out together. i shouldn’t have made you feel sad in any way, but i did and that’s completely my fault. i’m sorry.” you know his words hold both his feelings and the truth.

he wasn’t going to lie to you. he never once did during the time you knew each other.

however, what he admitted to had you flustered.

he was jealous of you and jaemin? it was a little hard to believe until you remembered the latter confessed to you the past week. oh god, did word of that spread out? nevermind that, what happened between you and jaemin was the least of your worries, the boy in front of you was. what if haechan got the wrong idea from the rumors?

“it’s not completely your fault. we both were pretty stubborn.” you reply, a soft chuckle leaving your lips to ease the tension between you two. “and if… if you’re curious, i never returned jaemin’s feelings back.

haechan gets pretty taken aback by your statement, now wondering why you brought it up. “oh… i know.”

“you knew? did winter tell you?” you question in anticipation. “i guess the both of you are pretty close now.”

“she did but i swear our friendship is nothing like that!” it was his turn to get flustered. “she could never replace your spot in my life.”

“i’m a little confused though after all of this…” you gesture out, referring to the situation that has just recently moved past you two. “what spot do i even have?”

he pauses, taking his time to think of the right words he wants to tell you but they all get stuck in his throat. the expression on your face showed how you took his silence negatively, prompting him to speak. “i like you. i couldn’t admit it even to myself for the longest time and-” having enough of his rambling, you inch a little closer and give him a kiss on the lips.

it’s brief, and yet, it continues to linger on his lips. “you kissed me.”

“why do you think i never gave jaemin an answer to jaemin’s confession?”

“so you were really saving it for me? i’m honored.” he chuckles out, playfully holding his hand to his chest.

“well, you should be.” you add on with the same bright smile he’s seen you flash at jaemin, except this time, it was absolutely for him.

“i guess that also means you won the bet?” he recalls, a brow raising at you.

you give him a light nudge on his shoulder while suppressing a giggle, “oh, shut up and just kiss me. you owe me 10 bucks by the way.”

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desceros · 4 months

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Y'kno. Leo could have taken that little secret to the grave. Woulda sucked to live with it and he'd have deserved some inner turmoil for treating some random chick like dirt. Yet V was naive, trusting and loving enough to let it go if he'd never had brought it up.

But no, he had to clear his guilt. Unburden himself. Dump that shit on her.

And fuck, he's so used to her giving he was probably half-expecting forgiveness for it.

Gotamn, V can't catch a break. One one hand you got a guy you thought you were BFFs with who

a) hated you

b) used you as an emotional crutch for his whole family

and

c) couldn't even shut up about it to spare you the extra heartbreak after literally EVERYTHING ELSE.

And another guy who you thought was as into you as you were into him because he apparently can't communicate about feelings since he's shut himself out from that part of life and you gotta use hyperspecific, robotic wording to not get your heart broken again like you're signing a contract with some fucked up version of the fae.

None of them are putting in the work to mend any of their personal shit and you're the giving type that gets easily taken advantage of, even unintentionally.

Honestly, neither of them are shitting rainbows to be worth all the effort you gotta put in their asses for any semblance of a functional friendship/situationship.

Also

"You weren't part of the family."

U kno what, he can keep it. They're the only people who'll be able to stand him at this rate.

so i addressed the first part of this in another ask re: ableism here but i'll briefly summarize things here.

leo didn't tell viola-chan what was bothering him because he wanted to "clear his guilt" or "unburden himself. dump that shit on her." he told her because she has made it repeatedly clear that she values honesty. i imagine he would have never told her... but keeping a secret felt like a betrayal. so when she asked, he told her. even though he knew it would hurt and change everything.

With a sigh, you fold your arms, then look at him. “What does this have to do with what you wanted to talk about, anyway?” “Everything,” Leo says, looking at you with a heavy stare. “Because… I have a confession to make. One that’s… that’s going to change how we are. One I really don’t want to make, but it’s—it’s eating me alive. And I don’t think I can continue being friends without telling you.”

that said. i'm not defending his actions. this is abominable behavior. but it's not selfish. not this time.

as for donnie. i'm going to take some righteous issue with how you're saying this. i've spoken before about ableism that's cropping up around this fic, but so far it's been pretty. hm. things i can brush off. but this, i feel, really crosses a line for me.

your framing of an autistic person needing someone to "use hyperspecific, robotic wording to not get your heart broken again like you're signing a contract with some fucked up version of the fae" is ringing quite poorly in my ears.

as an autistic person myself who has specifically made requests to my own loved ones that this is the exact kind of language i need to have smooth relationships, i don't appreciate your wording.

in symphony, donnie doesn't use the label 'autistic'. but he is. and he doesn't come up to you and say 'hey can i please have his kind of language used with me.' because he hasn't had to do that before. everyone around him has had his entire life to adapt to his needs. but viola-chan hasn't, hence why they have friction and misunderstandings. a large part of this story is the two of them learning to communicate. and part of that, i am sorry to tell you, is that autistic people often need language that can come across as "robotic" and "hyperspecific". so i'm going to ask you to deal with it, or perhaps look for a different fic. i'm not going to change that interpretation of things, because it comes from my own experiences as an autistic person.

lastly, you say "none of them are putting in the work to mend any of their personal shit" and that just?? isn't true??? this is literally just poor reading comprehension. an inability to look past the limited point of view of the protagonist. the entire first arc of this fic (ch. 1-11) is donnie stretching out of his comfort zone to tackle this serious problem he has. the second arc (12-20) is him pushing past things he's never done before so he can heal and touch his brothers again. leo comes to you and tells you about his issues with his sleep, where they come from, and lets you help him. not to mention mikey and raph, whom i assume you're leaving out of this ask since you haven't mentioned them. draxum even mentions, specifically, that viola-chan's presence is making them change. and the way he says it is very specific.

“Blue has been much more lively since you came around, and Donatello is much less crabby. Michael was also telling me you gave him some good exercises for his wrist. I was impressed. I’ve been meaning to ask you to work with Red as well on his trauma response since you seem to have a knack for it.”

work with. not on. i know i'm subtle, but come on.

anyway. this got quite long, but i'm not going to put it under a cut because i want these things to be open and visible. i've had a couple people say some somewhat similar things about donnie's part in this and i'm. getting kind of tired of it lmao. but thank you for reading, and i do appreciate you taking the time to send in your thoughts!!

#ask tag #symphony tag #symphony meta

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hydrate-or-diedrate · 7 months

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I don't even know what day it is

(It's day 20)

(Specifically of reading homestuck)

Point and click with John wahoo

What are we just going to the crashed car and moving on?

Oh it just wouldn't let me click the arrow for a bit I see

Hi Roxy!

Elevatorstuck, with Meows

sup

I so very badly want to know what their options actually were 👀👀👀

So "something something loss" was the other option great to know x)

Not to be a filthy little Legend of zelda fan in the honestuck live react but this is such "fanon idea Link of link's awakening waking up from the dream and having to battle with himself over whether it was even real" vibes

Off we go, into the blank ass yonder x)

"Rumble royal with mangaka dudebro, lord of the shitwanks" gotta love roxy

John this is very much not the right place or time

WOAH PASSWORD STUFF?

I also can't believe that worked

Vriska and Meenah's friendship is very cute

Slowly rotating horse cylinder

SGDJHDGDJ TEREZI DRAWING HER OWN CHALK OUTLINE LMAOOO

Hi dead Jane!

YES MORE TROLLSONAS

Making OCs at the drop of a hat is self care you can't change my mind because I'm right

Oh fuck you Terezi, I do have to remember the numbers in the passwords >:/

"Ooh, look! Another space tragedy."

Popped into a girl's bedroom, stole a stuffed dragon, nbd

snif

"you don't need him." Well that's vague

Oho? This Jane's story is different than I remember

Oh yeah this is way different

Oh damn funeral time

That I'd such a shallow grave, Rox

The witness has been deployed

HMM THATS A VERY SUSPICIOUS SHADOW

John your extra notes are worrying me

HONK

Uh oh the girlies tripped off a cliff

They rollin

I swear if they do the cheesy "whu oh we fell on top of eachother guess we gotta kiss" thing

GODDAMIT

CUEBALL GO AWAY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

HELL YEAH JOHN FUCK HER UP

Oh gosh Terezi stop trying to grab the scarf

Karkat is here

Everything is falling apart again aw beans

Ah how I miss when Karkat could be angry about stupid things instead of life threatening things 😌

Awww John and Roxy are holding hands

Aw fuck, bye bye everything I guess

shes8ack, whatever that means

Dang we got the monument valley music and everything

NO JADE I WANT TO KNOW THE WHO DAMMIT

Oh they're not dead?

Vriska!

Okay I guess it has been a while since Caliborn's Fuck Around and Find Out Hour

Homosuck Swan Song

I don't appreciate that Caliborn has apparently drawn pictures of Callies supposed safe space

STOP MOTION?

Shit, this is actually good stop motion! Congrats on developing your style Caliborn (but also fuck u)

"IT LOOKED LIKE I COULD USE MY RAINBOW SEIZURE FIELD TO OVERPOWER HIS MASSIVE GAY HOPE BUBBLE. ALAS."

Yogurtboner

SFJSGDKDJJDKDH CAL CONSPIRACY SEQUENCE

Vriskagram

Okay fine Vriska you're off my shitlist since you've been being a good girl

Help this is too cute

I find it funny how Vriska was so important to shit not going sideways but I still do not appreciate her self-centeredness lol

Them

Lalonde reunionnnn

I just want to mention that we have yet to see Dave bleat like a goat unless I'm stupid and missed it

Piss

#breadstuck

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Hi! I just read your other works and their super good :o

I know that you have written about these so sry if ur tired of them. But can I request a kapkan and echo x female reader where they have a crush on her? And they not really confess but like kind of a "youre really cool" in their own language and super quietly, but jokes on them, reader speaks their native toungue, and begins flirting with them and they just turn into a tomato. Tysm!!

SORRY I TOOK LIKE 3 WEEKS TO RESPOND NGL I FORGOT I HAD REQUESTS😭😭🫶🫶 I HOPE YA LIKE IT, IM USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE SO THIS ISNT GONNA BE GREAT, also, requests are open again!! reblogs VERY appreciated, like i’ll give u a smooch fr fr

echo

much to your dismay, you and masaru's bond had been nothing more than a close friendship ever since the first mission you two had went on together, you spent time in the workshop, going out to small cafes near the base, and sharing your opinions which you felt were too blunt for the rest of rainbow together.

it was great and all, but you couldn't help but yearn to hold his hand when you two were headed anywhere, or to rest your head on his on the trip to your next missions. masaru being the lowkey inexpressive guy he is, he was giving you major mixed signals and you spent your nights stressing over what to do over this childish crush.

the clock read 22:17 and you were spending your night with masaru in the workshop, working on your gadgets together after a tiring mission.

his gun lay on the left side of the table while he attempted to fix a problem in his gadgets. you had finished everything you needed to do by now, and were just waiting on him to finish. you study his concentrated face as strands of his dark, nearly black hair fall forward and cover his forehead. boredom sinking in, you then tilt your head and take a look at your surroundings, shelves, saws, worn down work desks, and to your surprise, a little dumpling charm on your friends gun.

"awww, i never knew you had this on your gun" you chirped as your heart melts at the small addition to his equipment "it's so cute!!!" this causes masaru to turn his head over and see what on earth youre freaking out over, before turning back to his work and muttering something so hushed that you nearly miss it; “あなたも、あなたが知っている”😮. (you too, you know)

without really thinking, a response in the same language slips from your mouth; “なぜありがとう、私はあなたについて同じことが言えます” (why thank you, i could say the same about you) 🤭 masaru’s head snaps over to look at you, as you smile at him, not realising that he never thought you would understand. you admired him, feeling fuzzy as he stammered a “uhh n- no problem, never knew you spoke japanese.” awkward for him, but a dream come true for you!

kapkan

maxim isn't very talkative, he doesn't really see the point in chitchat, and he doesn't wanna make himself vulnerable in that way if ya get what i mean, and you know this, yet still put in the effort and managed to befriend him. it was difficult, of course, but it was worth it in the end when you got to uncover the sweet man he really is.

he could be cold, but you knew he never meant it, and you could always tell when he was secretly enjoying the supposedly 'annoying' rants you have would have with him on late nights after a mission in an attempt to converse with the russian man.

fast forwarding a wee bit, the cold and hard seat welcomed you inside of the helicopter. it was a fairly easy mission you had just been on and only 2 operators were needed so you and kapkan had went together. it was now time for the journey back to the base.

you knew maxim was tired, but you wanted to help him destress and loosen him up from the recent action he partook in.

"hey, can you believe the alexsandr (tachanka) called me a loser earlier!! i was outraged! i know he never meant it but still!" you began, slightly sarcastically, as you weren’t actually offended by the title

"what? why?" his tone was more inquisitive than usual, maybe because it was his fellow spetznaz member committing such atrocities, or because he wasn't his usual self that day for some odd reason. you appreciated the fact that he was definitely listen though. despite this, your response of “i dunno” didn’t answer his question well.

“Я не думаю, что ты неудачник, я думаю, ты довольно крут, ты знаешь” (i don’t think you’re a loser, i think you’re pretty cool, you know)

you feel your cheeks radiate a subtle warmth as you raise your eyebrows slightly in surprise at his sweet yet unexpected comment. “спасибо, максим, хотя если я крут, то какой ты?! ahа” (thanks maxim, but if i’m cool then what does that make you? aha) your response made his ears go red and his eyes widen, which you could see through the gap in his mask. maxims eyes being ever so slightly more exposed to the sunlight leaking into the helicopter. his eyes met yours and a simple smile was exchanged, one that would be the start of something

#rainbow six siege #r6siege #r6community #rainbow six siege fanfiction #r6s kapkan #timur glazkov #apex legends #fanfic #maxim basuda #masaru enatsu

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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mea culpa (m.m) - five

SUMMARY: “mea culpa” (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one’s fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney’s daughter. (masterlist + playlist)

warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v (because i have finally given u smut after several parts without <3)

MINORS DNI - this has been clearly marked as having explicit content and with these clear warnings in place, you are reading this whilst being aware of said content

apologies again for the massive gap between parts! i genuinely have no excuse lmao aside from the fact i was depressed and working lots. enjoy xx

-jazz xx

It didn’t take long to get used to life without Matthew Murdock.

He’d been important to you and then he wasn’t. People came and went all the time - you had ex-boyfriends and ex-best friends and a multitude of relationships that had been significant until they weren’t. You wouldn’t go as far as calling Matt your boyfriend but that didn’t erase the fact there had been a connection. That was what you missed most: having somebody who got you the way he did. And it was funny, because the string of insults he’d thrown your way during your last conversation proved him to be everything but someone who understood you. It had been a weak moment for you both and maybe if there had been more at stake - if you’d been the same age, or things were more serious, or your lives more intertwined then you could have moved on from it. That was just it though: it was just a fling. And it had to end eventually.

Two weeks later, you’d fallen back into your natural routine of shopping and drinking and enjoying a privileged existence. Now, however, you were spending more time at the office: not necessarily helping your father, but just running errands and doing paperwork. You told yourself over and over that it wasn’t anything to do with what Matt had said. Say it a few more times and maybe you’d start to believe it.

“So Harrison is single again,” your best friend’s voice filled the void of your father’s office. She was sat on the edge of your desk, filing her nails whilst you did your paperwork. “His ex-girlfriend cheated on him so he’s selling his place in London and moving back here. I can give him your number if you want.”

You tried not to visibility flinch at the mere thought. Even though your affair with Matt had proved to be anything but successful, the idea of ever going back to a guy your own age was a little too much. What was the point? They were all immature, trust fund babies who couldn’t fuck properly and definitely wouldn’t treat you right. And you weren’t looking for commitment - not at that point in your life. You just needed someone who could make you laugh and make you orgasm. That had seemed impossible to find. At least until Matt.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “No, I’m good. Harrison and I never really got on that well.”

“Oh, come on!” she groaned. “He’s hurting right now so you know he’ll probably put out-”

“- I’m not interested!” you cut her off. “I’m just not really looking for anything right now. I wanna focus on work.”

“Doing paperwork for free at your dad’s office doesn’t count as work,” she huffed.

“Yeah, whatever,” you muttered. “I have an appointment now anyways, so if you could make yourself scarce I would really appreciate it.”

“Fiiiine,” she grumbled. “Are you coming to cocktails tonight at the Rainbow Room?”

“I’ll see.”

She stood up and sauntered out of the room - just in time, actually, because your 4PM appointment was waiting right outside. You tried not to visibly react to seeing Matt; somehow, you’d avoided crossing paths with him around the courthouse thus far. It was bound to happen eventually but you felt a lot worse about it than you initially thought.

“Mr Murdock,” you greeted him, holding your professionalism until the door was closed and your friend was out of earshot. When she was, you faltered slightly. He had a strong presence after all.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt took a deep breath, putting aside his cane.

“Look, Matthew, I can reschedule this appointment when my father’s back in town, or when his assistant can take it instead-”

“- I scheduled it for today on purpose, actually,” he admitted. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You scowled. “And did you consider that maybe I don’t want to talk to you?”

“Yeah, that was definitely a possibility I thought about,” he said. “But you are talking to me, so that gives me hope.”

You paused for a second - Matt did have a point. If you truly hated him, you probably would have ignored him from the get-go. You were furious with the man, without a doubt, but some part of you still held onto the way he’d made you feel before the fuck up. He’d said all those things in the heat of the moment, but you couldn’t shake the fact he still said them.

“I’m getting on with my life,” you said. “I’m over it. You should do the same.”

“I tried,” Matt replied. “I already regretted the things I said-”

“- why?” you cut him off. “You had a point, Matt. I’m a spoilt little rich girl and you’re a working class lawyer. We’ll never see eye to eye or understand each other. No amount of good fucking will change that.”

He hesitated for a second. “I think you’re wrong.”

“Oh?”

“You were right about the Thompson case, though,” he admitted. “The defendant changed his plea last week.”

“Right,” you murmured. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, me too,” he shrugged. “I’m more sorry about the things I said, though. I take my job very seriously and there are times where it gets in the way of other important things - more important things.”

“I’m a girl you slept with a few times. I wouldn’t hold myself in that high regard.”

He gave you a small smile. “You should - I’m not here to declare my love for you or ask for your hand in marriage but I didn’t realise til you weren’t in my life that you meant more to me than a silly argument.”

“I do?’

“You do,” Matt replied. “All those things I said…none of them matter. I might be right, I might not be, but even if you’re the most spoiled, aloof rich girl in this city, you’re the girl I’d choose over any other.”

You stood up and crossed over to where Matt was stood - he reached out for you as you met halfway, large hands taking your waist as you crashed your lips against his. You’d missed his palms; they were calloused and rough and rugged but fuck, they held you so well. Same for his lips. He bit them when he was anxious so they were always a little indurated but they felt right against yours.

After that little speech of his, things felt a little more…intense. It had just been a fling before but now it felt like something more.

“You sure do how to sweet talk a girl into forgiving you, huh?” you murmured against him.

“I really don’t,” Matt replied, and you felt his chest shake slightly as he chuckled. “I practiced that speech like fifty times on the way over here.”

“It worked,” you smiled. Taking a step back, you locked the office door and then tangled your hands with Matt’s, leading him over to the sofa on the other side of the room. “But I think we should talk things through a little bit.”

Matt took a seat opposite you. “Yeah, of course.”

“We need to set boundaries,” you explained. “We’re very different people and I just…I need to know that we can deal with those differences if they come up again, you know? We can’t argue it out every time and now that we’ve established this is a little more than a one night stand-”

“- you don’t have to decide what it is yet,” he cut you off. “I know things are different for you - you’re younger and your entire life is different from mine. When you do know, you just say, okay?”

You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Of course, I appreciate that.”

“And I know that we’re different,” Matt said. “I like that about us. If it does come up again, we’ll dealt with it. Not like the first time we dealt with it, but we will.”

He pulled you into another kiss; this one was a little deeper, a little more passionate. There was no guesses on where it was leading, and you had to quickly remind yourself that you were still in your father’s office. Not that you hadn’t fantasised about this multiple times. You weren’t opposed to it - not by any means - but you worried Matt might have his reservations about getting off in such a public place.

You almost said something, but when he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap, any worries quickly dissipated. Previously, neither of you had worked this fast. There was normally build up - a bit of teasing and fliritng, even if you both knew where it was going to go - but after two of nothing, neither of you cared much for foreplay (in both a literal and metaphorical sense).

Matt pushed you back onto the sofa so you were laying flat, attaching his lips to your neck. You almost let out a moan, until he clamped a large hand over your mouth. Thinking ahead, as always. He didn’t waste any more time in taking off your blouse and skirt. He was a little more careful than usual, being aware that you’d have to put them back on after. That didn’t stop him throwing them across the room. There was a little more fumbling and finally his shirt came off too.

“Matt,” you murmured. “Those marks on your chest-”

“- they’re nothing,” he growled.

“Matt.”

The lawyer huffed - he wasn’t about to get cockblocked after two weeks of not seeing you.

“I fell,” Matt muttered. “I was drunk and I fell. Will you take that story?”

“I will take it simply for the sake of the fact your boner is pressing against my thigh,” you replied. “But I’ll have questions later-”

“- works with me.”

He went back to work, lips on your neck, then collarbone, and chest, and then your neck again. The marks he’d left on you after your last fuck had faded and he was determined to leave more. He was still careful though, making sure they were in places no-one else would see. If you went into this meeting with no visible hickeys, you’d have to leave without them. Y’know, for continuity.

You moved your hands down, fiddling with the buckle on his belt until it came loose and you were able to reach a hand down and brush it over his dick. He shivered when you did: even though he had the feeling of you memorised - your hands, your mouth, everything - it was still something he had craved over the last few weeks.

Matt grabbed you again, and you let out a squeak as he flipped you over. He was underneath now - you still in control no doubt, with one hand on your throat and the other on your ass - with you on top. That had become one of his favourite positions. It gave him easy access to everything.

Placing both his hands on your ass cheeks, he pulled you forward and slipped inside you. It took you a minute to revel on the feeling: after all, this time an hour ago, you weren’t sure you would ever feel this good again. And some petty part of you still wanted to punish Matt, so you held out on moving for as long as you could. It was easy enough until he grabbed you by the throat again, pulling you towards him so that your foreheads were pushed together.

“Ride,” he demanded.

You did as he said, moving your hips back and forth. Your groans were simultaneously, but both surpressed given the…envrionment. Normally, you were noisy as fuck and Matt would encourage it. At the moment, you couldn’t work out if him squeezing your throat every time you let out a groan was praise or punishment. Either was fine.

Matt’s free hand moved about, sometimes on your ass, sometimes on your tits, and ever so often lingering on your clit. If he’d had more time, he would have teased you more but given the noise and time constraint, he kept it simple. That was funny to you, because his idea of simple was still a thousand times more mindblowing than any other man you’d ever been with.

He hit the right spot over and over and it wasn’t long until you could feel something building up in the pit of your stomach. That might have been a new record. You could barely think straight as you rode him, hands leaving bright red scratches up and down his toned arms. It was only egging him on.

Even when your high hit you, completely disabling your ability to think and ripping through your frontal lobe like a bucket of cold fucking water, Matt kept going. He wasn’t far off, and the load moan you let out when you came brought him even closer.

“You need to be quiet,” he teased, hand squeezing your throat as you let out another groan.

Matt followed not long after you. Rather than covering his mouth, he buried his head in your shoulder, teeth pinching at your bare skin as he let out a low grunt. You tangled a hand in his hair, arm wrapping around his neck to bring him up into a kiss.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured. “Is it safe to say that we’re all good?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “You’re forgiven.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock reader insert #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock smut #matt murdock angst #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagines #daredevil imagine #daredevil reader insert #daredevil angst #daredevil smut #marvel smut #marvel reader insert #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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A matchup for @petitelepus! Thank you very much for commissioning me~ I hope you enjoy reading!

Your heart’s desire is…

… Trey Clover!

People always talk about love at first sight, but for you, it was love at first taste. You had swung by the school bake sale, intent on nothing more than picking up a snack on your way to class. A tall boy in glasses had welcomed you with a sweet smile and even sweeter desserts. Cutely crafted cupcakes, clouds of fluffy whipped cream, and sprinkles in all colors of the rainbow. You had taken that first bite, and tasted not only the sponge and the buttercream, but your first crush: Trey Clover. “Hey, you’re staring at me,” he had joked, his eyes locked with yours. “Is there icing on my face?” There honestly wasn’t–but the two of you felt drawn to each other all the same, both in the classroom and out of it. He rolls with your childishness with such ease, though he often finds himself also having to keep a wary eye in you. Too nice for your own good, he’d describe you. Over time, you had come to learn that Trey himself was kind and a people-pleaser—a kindred spirit. Neither of you are really quite sure how the relationship descended into romance; everything seemed to fall into place and transition into it so smoothly. It wasn’t as though one of you had explicitly approached the other with that intent, it was more like everyone around you already assumed that you were just from how often you’d be seen together, just basking in one another’s company.

Trey’s patience is a virtue. He’s not one to lose his temper, and he usually just goes along with whatever it is you’re doing. Some (aka Ace) would call it enabling and spoiling, but you call it unconditional love and support! No matter what you want to do—swimming, sleeping, writing, gaming, indulging in your favorite anime and manga, whatever—he’s there to cheer for you. Trey’s also always got something sweet up his sleeve, whether it’s a corny dad joke or pun (he has a lot of them, and none of them are very good) or a literal dessert—decadent slices of chocolate cake, light-as-air meringues, toasty oatmeal cookies, and the occasional bite of salted licorice if he’s coming back from a grocery run. He learns all about your tastes over time, and takes care to adjust his recipes according to those tastes. If there’s something that Trey struggles with, it’s coming off the right way. His compliments don’t exactly land most of the time (Seriously, who unironically compares your eyes to cucumber skin and thinks that analogy is cute? Only him.) but he says them with such sincerity that you know he means it with all his heart. He’s basically half boyfriend and half embarrassing dad energy.

Your dates are nothing extravagant—they’re often just cozy little get togethers at your place or his, usually involving sharing food and drink. If you go out, Trey has a tendency to speak up for you (very “excuse me, she asked for no pickles” of him), as he knows you can get socially anxious and have a hard time talking to others yourself. The first thing you’ll do when you go over to each other’s places is wash hands. It took him some getting used to, but Trey would come to appreciate the preemptive hand washing, especially for those times when you’re cooking together. Likewise, it took you some time to get accustomed to Trey’s obsession with dental care, but, like him, you soon came to appreciate his reminders—they’re part of how he shows he cares. “Clean hands and clean teeth means a clean mind,” he’ll sometimes say. You don’t really make plans for dates; it’s more about enjoying the other’s presence and company rather than doing something specific. You could order takeout to slurp up while watching an animated children’s movie only to end up crying into your meal (you’re sensitive, and it’s way too cute for you not to), and Trey will happily let sob cry into his sleeve. When he’s had a hard day of his own, he’s fine with just sitting around and talking about his day (Ace got collared for the umpteenth time, and Trey had to smooth things over with Riddle for him) as you knead his stiff shoulders or offer to do the snack run today. You’re both pretty good at reading the other’s emotions and preparing to comfort the other with their favorite things when the chips are down.

Travel’s not really something Trey’s been too keen on; like a clover, he likes to plant his roots in one place and stick to what he is used to. However, he has a hard time saying no to your pleas to visit new places. He’s tasked with keeping your itinerary and packing (double checking to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything, especially that cute toothbrush he bought for you for last year’s anniversary). Trey makes sure to bake some snacks in advance to save on spending on the road. Perhaps the most memorable trip you’ve taken is all the way to the Rose Queendom to visit the Clovers. You still recall how Trey’s siblings swarmed you, bouncing up and down and clinging to your clothes, demanding to know how terribly sappy their eldest brother is (while his parents tried to shuffle them away). It was an oddly… endearing experience. Trey already treats you like his family, so it’s nice that they’ve also welcomed you with open arms (and lots of goodies to stuff into your luggage case home as souvenirs of Trey’s hometown).

Trey’s not really the type to cuddle or get touchy-feely; he respects your space and lets you have it. At most, he’ll maybe ruffle your hair or press a spare piece of chocolate to your lips to indulge you. If you need a shoulder to lean on or a face to rub against, Trey will accept it with an awkward chuckle. He’s not inquisitive or deeply questioning. He’ll of course intervene with just what you need to hear if he senses that you’re spiraling down a dark path (he knows all about your tendencies to worry and self-blame), but he won’t prod or press you to speak if you aren’t ready for it yet. Trey trusts you to know when you’re okay to talk with him (not to him, with him) about it. And you trust him too, don’t you?

Trey’s no poet, but he likens you to a bunny—how you nibble away at your treats, and how you shrink away from loud things and scary situations. Even your hair kind of makes you look like a rabbit, a tawny color flopping down your shoulders. “I’ll take real good care of you,” Trey promises, once again ruffling your hair—the ‘fur’—of his one and only favorite bunny.

#twst writing commissions #matchmaking #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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transpunkhell · 2 years

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bored, sick, and kinda drunk so lemme tell u about the hole in my heart that this stranger things screenshot reopened

luv my little meowmeows. unfortunately my focus was elsewhere this time. that rainbow apple poster so suspiciously juxtaposed with the queer kids (credit to @kaypeace21 for pointing this out in 2019) reminded me to do some specific annual researching.

not to be a design nerd, but who designed the apple logo? if you look it up, the overwhelming answer seems to be rob janoff. the job of designing the logo belonged to the firm janoff worked for, however, and the more-accurate answer was that at least two other artists contributed to the final design (to which I say, how many artists does it need to take to draw an apple?)

one of the typically-unmentioned designers is carlos peréz david; he's responsible for sketching the logo, and there's a neat article and interview with him here.

the other artist, and the primary subject of my research, is tom kamifuji. hopefully it's possible to tell from his other works which part of the design he was responsible for:

kamifuji passed away in 2015, and his legacy remains obscure and mysterious. there's blog posts and twitter posts compiling his work for videogame cartridges and corporate stuff, but nothing like interviews or whatever to go off of.

anyways I guess I'm so caught up on an old apple logo popping up on my comfort show because of my personal relationship with the artist. tom is my grand-uncle; I never got to meet him, but his influence was there.

as a kid I remember his prints being up on the walls; not just in my home, but in the homes of most of my family members. the influence of japanese artforms in his work, persistent even beyond the experience of internment, didn't strike me as particularly interesting as a child. it was just the same print on the wall that I saw in the houses of all of my extended family.

by the time tom passed away, I was 14 and dealing with typical teenager bullshit. i wasn't really concerned with keeping in touch with my family members. any chance I had to ask him about his life, his work, whatever, was pretty much gone, and I regret to say that I didn't recognize the opportunity I lost at that time.

but not all is lost; tom's wife, momo, lives! my sister got in touch with her last year to discuss experiences with internment and questions about our lineage. i think if anyone would know about tom's experiences within his career, it would hopefully be her. more than that, though, i think it's time for me to thoroughly meet the kamifujis. I think I've spent so much time being nervous to interact with my extended family, but culture and heritage mean so much to me as an individual. hopefully I can find some answers and community in all of this.

so yeah, a byler screenshot reminded me to check in on my family, and to appreciate the steps my ancestors took to bring me, a silly little queer guy, to this moment. I might be mentally ill

#pitshosting #stranger things #byler #sorry guys

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chipies-and-chocolate · 2 years

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Until that spring - chapter 2

hi sweethearts! I know I said I'd upload on weekends, but I really wanted to upload this part, in fact I wanted to upload it on Monday, but you know, responsibilities. Thanks for the support! I really appreciate it very much. 💕

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female! oc Henderson

Summary: It’s the story about Dustin’s sister getting caught between her brother's adventures and how this affected her almost-more-than-friendship with Eddie. so, we will be going through the four seasons during the story.

Series warning: smut, some drugs and violence (so please don’t read it if you are under 18+ years old!), angst and a lot of fluff. if there’s anything else in some chapters I will warn.

I do not own any rights of stranger thing's content in this fic; please do not copy or translate (I’m planning to update a Spanish version maybe but depends if someone ask me to) the story.

Monday, November 7

Emma dropped her hand carelessly on the alarm clock next to the bed, opened her eyes slowly letting out a lazy groan, noticing the lack of company but with a smile on her face given the small achievement of the night before. She got up taking her time while stretching her neck, stood up and went to the wardrobe to choose what to wear that day, light pants and a green high neck jersey seemed like a good idea, she took the clothes to go to the bathroom for take a short shower and finish cleaning up.

Once being completely ready, she knocked on her mother's door to make sure she didn't overslept, assuming that she had arrived quite late the night before, but contrary to what she believed her mother was already putting on makeup in front of her dresser. Noticing the presence of the teen, she greeted her affectionately.

— oh, good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?

— good morning mum — she smiled leaning on the door frame — yeah, it was a good night. What do you want for breakfast? I'm thinking of warming up some eggos and making scrambled eggs.

— sounds delicious honey, do you want me to help you?

—nah don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Emma turned around to now go to her brother's room, the little kid was sleeping disastrously, snoring with one foot out of bed.

—Hey, Dusts — she said softly, sitting next to him to start shaking his shoulder slowly — wake up, mate, it's time to get up.

— Five minutes— the little boy begged without opening his eyes.

— nuh-uh — she laughed standing up — come on, there will be waffles for breakfast, if you're not ready in twenty minutes I'll eat your part.

— Okay, I'm coming — Dustin muttered, starting to move lazily.

Emma finally went back to her room to get last night's dishes, throwing the cans in the rubbish bin, and took the things to the kitchen to quickly wash them before making breakfast. As always after breakfast her mother took care of cleaning before going to work, Dustin took his backpack and put on a jacket to leave on his bike and she went to her room for her backpack , took the bag with the sandwiches for the night, and placed a couple of waffles in another small paper bag before heading to the exit grabbing her jacket.

—Good morning princess— Eddie smiled leaning on the van with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, she smiled back giving him the smaller bag.

— Hi Eds, I saved you waffles —

— How considerate — he teased her as she went around the car to get in, she giggled

The young man put out his cigarette and entered the car with one of the buns in his mouth, he began to drive, tapping the handlebars to the rhythm of "rainbow in the dark".

— Thanks for staying a while last night — Emma commented, looking out the window to try to prevent him from noticing the colour her cheeks were adopting.

— No problem — he replied with a smirk — anyway I fell asleep too, I woke up when your mom arrived, I had to run away through your window.

The girl let out a laugh as she imagined Eddie clumsily climbing out of her window.

The day passed like any other, once at school, they stayed in the van talking until the bell rang, at which point they went their separate ways since that particular day they did not have common classes, only meeting until lunch, occupying the same usual table with the rest of the guys from the club while they ate, and as always after classes Eddie took her to work, this time passing by the comic book store on the way.

— well — he said once stopped the van — I'll see you tomorrow then.

— Thank you — she smiled, and then remained silent for a moment while trying to put together a coherent sentence for what she wanted to say — you know… whenever you want, you can come to my house, I mean… if there is any new album or something like that… my window will always be open.

—I'll keep that in mind — Eddie chuckled — I'll make sure to knock.

Emma tittered nervously.

— Well — she finally said, opening the door to get away from the situation with her cheeks getting redder — I'll see you tomorrow.

— See you — he said goodbye with a half-smile as he followed Emma with his eyes, who practically ran towards the store trying to escape from the sudden rush she was having

—Hello Emma— her chief greeted her, causing her to jump in fright.

— Oh, hello Don— she greeted hastily, going from surprise to strangeness when processing the presence of her boss — and Joyce?

— She didn't come today, one of her kids got lost, surely, she won't come for a couple of days, could you cover some afternoons this week?

— sure… — she answered without thinking too much, slightly shocked by the new information, and then shaking her head awake — of course, I'll cover the days she needs, poor thing, she must be so worried.

— Thank you— sighed the man leaving the counter to hold the girl by the shoulders — then I'll go home, the store in your charge

— Uh-huh — she nodded thoughtfully.

The old man waited for the girl to leave her things in the back of the store and change the jacket for the blue shirt of the store that had a red tag with her name. Once she reached the counter of the store, he left, remaining alone for the rest of the afternoon.

— Thank you— sighed the man leaving the counter to hold the girl by the shoulders — I’ll go home then, the store is in your charge

— Uh-huh — she nodded thoughtfully.

At 7 pm, Emma closed the store, finding her mother's car parked outside, before even greeting her, she noticed the concern in her mother's gaze, understanding that she already knew about the lost boy.

— have you talk with Dusts? — she asked, getting in the car

— yes dear, hopper called to ask me to forbid him to go out for looking Will, so I did it — Claudia turned on the engine letting out a sight — he must be so troubled

— I know — Emma nodded.

The trip home from work was not exactly short, even with the non-existent traffic flow at that time, which she usually enjoyed since her mother let her play music tapes and sometimes they sang together if the occasion suggested abba or blondie ; but this time the trip was eternally long, with the sound of the local radio in which they were already beginning to talk about the first missing person in decades, which did not help at all to calm the anxiety that had begun to grow in Emma, even though she knew that her brother was smart and therefore a bit coward, on the other hand she also knew he was stubborn and if he got an idea into his head it was very difficult to convince him about anything, especially if his friends had something to do with it.

when they finally arrived home Claudia set out to make dinner while Emma went directly to her Dustin's room, who was sitting on his bed. looking at the comic book that he should have given to his friend

— Hey — she greeted softly, instantly noticing the worry on Dustin's face, she took a seat next to him surrounding his shoulders with her arm— I heard about Will, you'll see he'll show up soon.

— you think? — the boy muttered — do you think he's in danger?

— I don't know, gremlin — the girl gently patted her brother's head— but I hope he's fine.

Dustin hugged her, and while she rubbed his back affectionately trying to provide some support, they stayed like that until after their mother called them for dinner. He ate in silence, his mother and sister exchanging worried glances, but they didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, nor did they want to pretend nothing was happening by commenting on the day. Once they were done, Emma cleared the table and washed the dishes, finally going into her room and falling onto the bed already in her pyjamas.

The boy did not say a word when eating, so his mother and sister exchanged worried glances, but they did not want to pressure him to talk about it, nor did they want to act like nothing had happened by commenting on the day, so the dinner passed in an uneasy way. silence. Once they were done, Emma cleared the table and lazily washed the dishes, then walked into her room and flopped onto her bed already in her pyjamas. After a while, she began to feel how the tiredness of her body was slowly dragging her into the world of dreams, she sat up languidly feeling the need to use the bathroom, getting up lazily, finding Dustin in the middle of the corridor when she opened her door

— the fuck are you doing? — She let out seriously, scaring her brother away.

— Hey Ems — he laughed nervously — ehh nothing, I'm not doing anything, I just was going to the bathroom.

— and why would you need your backpack in the bathroom? — she raised an eyebrow taking the respective backpack from the child's hands, opening it, and finding his short-range radio, and a flashlight. She frowned at him annoyed — fuck no, definitely not, you're not going anywhere.

— Please Ems, we just want to help — the boy begged in a whisper trying to catch his backpack which Emma raised taking it out of his reach.

— chief expressly prohibited you to do that.

— but we should do something, wouldn't you look out for me if I were lost?

Emma hated when he used that kind of arguments

— Then I'll go with you— she sighed, lowering the backpack.

— but I need you to cover me!

— and what the fuck I'm supposed to do if something happens to you litlle butthead? — she growled annoyed between clenched teeth

— we'll be okay! I promise

Emma stared at him for a moment, knowing well that the boy would get out anyway.

— Two hours — she finaled snorted throwing the bag back to him. — you're not here in two hours and I'll tell mom, understood?

Dustin nodded, quickly sneaking out the house. Emma blowed heavily as she sat at her desk to find something to stay awake with, she opened the drawer of her desk to pull out some notes for the biology test she had the next day and the drawing she hid from Eddie the day before, pulling out both with a smirk. She placed the drawing aside to going over the notes and after a while she heard the first drops of rain hit the roof.

— Shit — she mumbled, instantly regretting her decision — dwarf, you'd better come back soon.

Emma began to tap lightly on the wood, unable to concentrate on what was trying to read, slightly averted her gaze, taking the sketch again along with a pencil, beginning to add details to it until feeling satisfied , it was quite simple, but it will serve perfectly for what she wanted to do with it , she returned to take the notes a little bit more relaxed, and after two hours, she got up to wait for her brother at the back door with a towel in her arms, supposing that he would arrive soaked and as if he had left with a stopwatch in hand, the boy carefully opened the door so as not to make a noise.

— two hours — he smiled

— you are precisely 17 minutes late — she teased throwing the towel at him — so? find anything?

— We found a girl in the woods, she stayed at Mike's house, she's crazy!

— a girl? — Emma furrowed — What was a girl doing in the woods at this hour?

— I have no idea, but Mike has a plan to deal with it tomorrow morning so we can keep looking for Will.

— There's nothing he can say or do to stop you from doing that, right? — The boy shook his head vigorously and She sighed — just…take care, okay?

Tuesday, November 8

— woah! bad night? — Eddie asked, receiving in response a couple of toasts wrapped in kitchen paper dropped on his chest.

Emma just leaned next to him on the side of the van letting her head fall onto his shoulder, she had purplish pools under her eyes and lazily combed hair.

— I had a tough time sleeping last night — she commented with a yawn — one of Dust's friends disappeared, he and his friends are determined to keep looking.

— That's sounds shitty — Eddie murmured, stroking her head, not really knowing what to say — then let's hope he shows up soon.

— yeah, now I only hope not to get sleep in Williams's test today, that would be total bullshit

Emma smiled slightly letting out a small sigh, pushing herself against the van to propel and walk to the passenger side, sitting down heavily. once they got to school, Emma got out of the van right away to avoid falling asleep, walking lazily to the entrance.

— I really could use another coffee— she muttered, throwing her head back.

— how much did you sleep exactly?

— I don't know… about three hours?

— Wow, that's more than enough, you greedy rogue — he joked, putting his arm around her shoulders, and then chanting — we can go home after your cheer training, I still have some leftover pot.

— That sounds amazing — she snorted abruptly remembering that great little detail — but I have to work.

— today? — he asked strangely — but it's Tuesday, you work on Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

— yeah, I know — she nodded sadly — but Joyce is out, Don asked me to cover her afternoons, the money is useful so…

— but Claire — he moaned — what am I supposed to do if you work all week? Study?

— that would be nice for your grades, or you could get a real job — she teased.

— but I have one — he lifted his brows looking offended — I am a businessman.

They laughed and began to play around the hall when he began to tickle her while she tried to flee from the torture until she suddenly stopped laughing, staring at the bulletin board, he copied her without letting her go, looking at a boy he only knew by sight, placing a sign.

— That's Byers, right? — He asked in a muffled voice.

— Yes…— She didn't move, clearly distressed. — Sh-hould I say something? I mean, the kid is a friend of my brother, I work with his mom...

— Well, I'm not sure, look — he released her gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. — Wheeler’s got him.

Then the bell rang, followed by an announcement that neither of them attended. That day they shared a couple of classes, where he entertained himself by keeping Emma awake by throwing small balls of paper at her, she narrowed at him hiding her chuckle pretending to be irritated from time to time. during the break they hide in the grove behind the school where Eddie used to do his business sitting one in front the other on the old picnic table, Emma leaned back on his arms as he watches her resting his head on his fist

— were you able to finish the exam? — Eddie muttered lifting one of the corners of his lips, raising his idle hand to begin untangling his friend's messy curls.

— something like that — she sighed, closing her eyes overwhelmingly relaxed by his touch —

I'm sure of what I answered but my handwriting is probably very messy, how about you?

— well… — He laughed nervously; Emma frowned slightly. — I think williams will have a fun time trying to review that crap

— Eds! — she ranted lazily, slightly opening her eyes to meet his gaze, he was looking at her tenderly, continuing to caress her hair, fully aware that it was practically putting her to sleep — It is already the second exam in which you come out with that, at that rate you are not going to graduate.

— Maybe I'm not interested in graduating this year — he smiled playfully

— you gotta be fucking kidding — She straightened up with a jump, immediately missing the contact she had just lost, she raised an eyebrow, approaching the opponent's face to inspect it in search of something that would indicate that he was indeed joking, without being able to be sure, Emma's face turned into a grimace of misunderstanding — I don't get it, why would you want to stay in this shithole?

The boy laughed softly, putting a finger up to the girl's nose.

— boop

Emma opened her mouth to insist on the matter, being interrupted by the noise of branches and leaves creaking under Tommy's footsteps.

— hey freak, are you selling today?

she gave an annoyed sigh, turning to see the jock throwing daggers at him with her eyes.

— would you like to ask again? — she said without a hint of sympathy, making tommy slightly nervous, Eddie placed his hand on hers, drawing her attention giving him an "I'll take care of it" glance, so the girl clucked her tongue resting her head on his wrist looking straight to avoid the annoying tommy’s face.

— Hey man — he smiled lifting her metal lunch box to open it on the table, take a plastic bag and get up to approach the young man — sorry, only have half an ounce left, if you want it, I can give it to you for...twenty, what you say?

tommy smirked pulling out his wallet to take a bill and hand it to Eddie to exchange for the bag of weed

—I'll take it, but you should control your chick man — he pointed at Emma, she rolled her eyes — could cause you to lose customers.

— nah man — He shrugged — Since I'm the only dealer in the area so technically I shouldn’t lose any customer, so I’d mind my manners a bit, you don't want me to start charging more expensive rates.

— whatever.

The jock turned around slightly irritated and left as fast as he came.

Eddie returned to sit where he had been before, closing the lunch box to leave him on the bench next to him again, chuckling at the sight of the girl's tantrum expression

— you practically give them away — she muttered

— I have good earnings anyways — he smirked

— You should have charged him at least twenty-five anyway, after all I didn't kick his ass for calling you a freak.

— you can't either, remember? — he arranged a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked away pretending to be devious to hide the blush that was rising to her cheeks — you've been trying to stay out of trouble for two years, don't ruin it now for a simple nickname, besides, calling me freak is the most terrible thing they've done since you sent mason to the hospital, so it's not that bad

— yeah, I got the worst part — she snorted — you would have seen Heather the other day, she spent five minutes trying to convince Laurie that I was high on drugs and that he should kick me off the team because I lack commitment to the team and the school.

— but if you were high, right? — he chucked receiving a scornful look — also, you seriously hurt her brother's pride, I think his pretty face must still hurt out there in the fancy college or wherever he is.

Emma chortled with his, after a while of contemplation, she remembered what they were talking about before being interrupted, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow determined to try to return to the subject hearing the bell resounding in the distance, she let out a long sigh as she got up in annoyance.

— we should go.

— If you say so.

They began to walk back to school, Eddie gave her a slight push with his shoulder, which she returned, starting to run laughing to avoid the boy, chasing each other until they reached the building where they had to separate to go to their respective classes.

— so, I'll see you after school, you know to take you to the store — he smirked at her

—got it

Then they split up, the last period was a torture for Emma’s tired head, but she managed to stay awake without Eddie's wads of paper for practically the entire class, only falling asleep a couple of times. After the blessed bell rang again, this time signalling the end of the school day, she walked lazily to the parking lot where she found Eddie already sitting behind the wheel.

He took her to her work and then headed to Reefer Rick's house for more merch, after a while he drove back to the centre of the little town stopping at a seven-eleven along the way, to load fuel and buy a couple of things. And so, an hour after leaving Emma at her work, he walked into the empty shop, stifling a giggle when she saw the girl propping her head on the counter, slowly falling asleep over one of her school notebooks.

— special delivery! — he slammed into the counter after dropping a bag with some snacks, startling her awake.

— Fucking Jesus Christ! —she exclaimed—fuck Eddie! You almost scared me to death!

— cute — he tittered — I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry.

— That’s hundred percent bullshit — she smiled, rummaging through the bag, pulling out a Three Musketeers bar — oh, you didn't have to do this.

— Oh, but I did. — he raised a cup of lukewarm black coffee in front of Emma's eyes. — five sugar, double, chilled with three ice cubes, flattered?

— Aww, Eddie — she gasped, holding the cup carefully, then looking at him with tenderness — you are the best person in the universe

— I know— he slid across the counter to the other side and then sat on the floor next to her, — tried that shitty study thing, but then I thought you probably wouldn't be too busy since half of Hawkins is looking for the byers kid, so I thought I'd keep you company and help you stay awake.

— very considerate. — She chuckled, then took a sip of coffee and sat down next to him.

They spent the afternoon sitting behind the counter, eating the snacks that Eddie had brought, talking, and laughing nonsense, every so often the doorbell rang, so Emma got up to serve the few customers who arrived while he remained hidden behind the counter and just before closing time, Eddie slid down the counter again.

— there is a door, you know? — she laughed

— doors are not fun — he grinned at her playfully, drumming his fingers on the counter. — well see you later

— til tomorrow

Eddie winked, baffling her, then he turned and walked out of the store waving goodbye.

Arriving home with his mother, she began to walk towards the hall with the intention of seeing how her brother was doing.

— Oh, he's not here, sweetheart — she heard her mother at her back — he called to say that she was going to have dinner with Lukas at Mike's house.

— Oh — she murmured feeling distressed — but mom, we shouldn't let him going around if we don't know what's happening, it could be dangerous.

— He'll be fine honey, he's going to spend the night there

"Okay," she sighed, assumed, "then I'll help you with dinner."

They made a quick dinner and after eating Claudia sent her to sleep since she noticed that Emma hadn't slept well or enough the night before. After brushing her teeth and putting on her pyjamas, she laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Unable to fall asleep, she sighed deeply, sitting up to grab the flask on her nightstand, giving a little jump as she heard a soft tapping on the window. she stared at her window, first confused then holding back a laugh, she walked towards the source of the sound, finding Eddie's face when opened the curtains, starting to softly laugh while she opened the window to let her friend in.

— what are you doing here? — she asked between chuckles.

— you said — he invoked passing through the window with a little stumble— “whenever you want, you can come to my house” your own words.

— I’m not complaining — she giggled closing the hatch — I’m just curious, it pretty late.

— well, my uncle left late today, and I wanted to be sure to find you ready for sleep— he started to explain rubbing his neck with a little blush over his cheeks — you had a pretty shitty sleep last night and you said that it was easier to sleep whit me around, so I wanted to make sure you won't be fucking falling asleep all the time tomorrow.

— oh — she felt her face turn red, embarrassed at the thought of him remembering such a little thing she stupidly whispered without caring too much.

The boy took off his sneakers and carelessly flopped down on the bed, patting his side indicating her to lie down next to him. she complied laughing quietly, covering both with the duvet, settling under his arm and resting her head on his chest, relaxing to the mixed sound of Eddie's breathing and heartbeat.

— you are being too nice lately — she yawned grateful that he couldn't see her crim face— seems suspicious to me

— nah — he tittered, beginning to gently run his fingers through her scalp. — I'm just treating you like a friend who's going through a tough time, miss.

— Miss? — she gasped softly, pretending to appear offended while he laughed — don’t bullshit me.

after a while of staying like that, in a comfortable silence, the girl finally fell asleep, letting out a little snore from time to time while he kept untangling her hair as he watched her sleep with a goofy smile on his face, after a while she started mumbling in her sleep.

— Eddie…

— mh? — he hum, not sure if she was talking in her sleep or if she had woken up for some reason

— don’t… — she kept babble, clearly asleep, he laughed softly

— what’s the matter?

— don’t… leave me — he looked at her bemused.

— I wont, so sleep easy

— mhm — she seemed to accept, getting more comfortable—thanks…love…

his heart stopped for a moment. Not entirely sure what he had just heard, he tried to ask Emma what she meant, but she seemed to have fallen into a suitably deeper sleep. The young woman used to call him nicknames to annoy him, just like he did with her, but he had never called him that, he began to overthink the situation, not knowing if the girl was simply making fun of her in her dreams or if what she had spoken was your subconscious. he stayed a long time without being able to sleep, even though they had already slept several times together, thanks to what Emma had said he had begun to feel an insistent burning in his body, especially where the girl rested her head or where she hugged him.

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What if you and Harry have a pregnancy scare and his rection isn’t what u were hoping for (he don’t want it) and when the rest comes back negative u don’t speak to him and he don’t know what he’s going to do

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"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit" You whispered checking your Clue app: your period was three days late. Three days would not be a great deal to many people, but your period was like a clock, it always came exactly every 26 days, usually early in the morning. This could only mean one thing: the condoms you and Harry had used one of the last few times had failed.

"What's wrong, lovey?" Harry lifted his gaze from his book to look at you. You were both sitting down on the living room sofas, he was reading a new script for his next movie, and you were checking your Instagram before getting the Clue notification.

"My period is three days late" You quickly got up and put on a jumper over your loungewear.

"Darlin, relax, it's just three days, it's probably just the stress from travelling." You had been on more planes last week than in a whole year last year.

"No, you don't understand, I am never late. The latest I've been is half a day. I’m going to the store.” You rushed to the car before Harry had a chance to say anything back.

The drive to the store was short, but your mind was racing. You were scared shitless because you guys had just moved in together after almost two years dating, but were you guys ready for a baby? You parked the car really close to the entrance. Being 11pm, there were only a couple other cars nearby. You put on your beanie, grabbed your wallet and car keys, and stepped inside the building.

You quickly made your way to the personal care products aisle and started frantically searching for the pregnancy tests. Once you did, you grabbed the cheapest box that included three and made your way to the checkout point.

Before you, a couple was buying a lot of chocolate and other weird combination of foods, but when you looked at the woman more carefully, you realised she was pregnant. Their hands were all over each other, giggling nonstop. His hands were on her tiny but easily noticeable belly, and he’d steal small kisses from her every few seconds. It was disgustingly cute. It felt like vomiting rainbows. However, it caused a tingling feeling to surge inside of your chest.

You started imagining that that couple was Harry and you, doing late-night trips to the shops to satisfy the weirdest of your cravings while waiting to meet your little creation. Then you started picturing what that little creation would look like. What their personality would be, their passions, their life, their features. Maybe having a little one wouldn’t be that bad after all, not when you have Harry by your side.

Once the automatic machines were cleared from the few people using them you quickly paid for the tests and drove back home. The idea of raising a little one seemed more and more appealing as minutes passed by. You had your Spotify connected to the car and, ironically enough, the first song that came on was Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder and you started to sing along, remembering Harry’s audition. The sweet voice of Wonder filled the car and made you feel butterflies in your stomach, raising a daughter with Harry the only thought in your mind right now.

The drive home was short, so after Isn’t She Lovely finished, Kiwi came on. It felt like the whole world was teaming up to convince you to have a kid right now! “I'm having your baby, it's none of your business! It's none of your, none of your!” You sang at the top of your lungs shaking your head back and forth, volume high and letting all the nerves out through music as you usually did. When the song finished, you locked the car, closed the garage door, and stepped inside the house.

“Where the hell did you run off to so quickly?!” Harry startled you. “What the fuck is that?” He pointed to the box of pregnancy tests you were holding in your right hand. “You’re not seriously gonna take those, are you?”

“Of course I am, I’m three days late, Harry” Was he for real? If you were pregnant you needed to know.

“That doesn’t mean anything! If you take those you-you—”

“I what?! I might be pregnant?! Newsflash, dumbass, I might be pregnant whether I take the test or not! Might as well find out now and end this restless situation!”

“But we’re not ready for a kid! We’re going back on tour right after Christmas and then I have the filming of the new movie, the album release, and the press tour for both! There is no time for a baby! We agreed we’d do this after the next album!”

“Don’t you think I know?! Do you think I’m not scared as well?! This isn’t ideal but if I’m pregnant it is happening, whether you like it or not!”

“This isn’t just your decision, that could be my kid so it’s my decision as well!” Was he for real?! It is your decision! If he doesn’t want the kid then you would raise them on your own, but you will not let him force you to have an abortion. You didn’t even know if you were pregnant yet or not! What even is this argument?!

“You bet your ass it is! It’s my body and it’s my choice!” Harry’s body language changed slightly; you had touched a nerve in him that made him realise you were completely right. However, in the heat of the moment, it was hard for him to think straight.

“You know what?! I can’t do this bullshit right now; I have a meeting in two minutes. We’ll talk later.” He storms off upstairs and you hear a door slam shut.

You grunted letting yourself fall on the sofa, so livid at him. How could he be such a jerk?! Where did all this come from?

Harry set up his laptop and started his meeting with Jeff and the band, but unlike other meetings, he was not focused or participating. Sarah and Mitch saw this and texted him to ask him to stay after the meeting and “discuss something important”, she worded. His attitude did not change in the slightest through any of those two meetings, he was mad and guilty for what he had implied. He was not like this. He didn’t know what had come over him to say those hurtful things to hir fiancée.

There was a little whimper in the background of Sarah and Mitch’s call, which alerted all three of them. Harry’s interest peaked as Mitch got up to pick their son from the crib.

“How’s the little fella doing?” Harry chirped in a heart-warming feeling setting on his chest. Mitch sat down with the baby, sat on his lap in front of the computer so Harry could see him. “Hey, buddy!” The little dude smiled at him cooing and stretching out his little arms and hands towards the screen to hug his godfather.

“He’s alright, a bit cranky since his teeth are coming out, but he’s such a goofball” Sarah commented, observing Harry’s reaction to seeing her son. She knew he adored him, but there was something different about him this time like it felt even more personal before. He seemed full of guilt, even. “What’s going on, H? Are you and YN alright?”

Harry sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face. “I hope so, I was a jerk to her before and I need to go apologise. I’ll talk to you guys later, alright?” He quickly hung up and made his way downstairs, looking for his lovey. “YN?”

While Harry had his meeting, you decided you’d get this situation over with and took all the tests that came in the box. For better or worse, they all came back negative. You felt bad that it wasn’t positive because you had already made up your mind about wanting the kid right now; but on the other hand, it would have been a mess to have them in the middle of so many tours.

You were curled up on the sofa with the TV off, your thoughts the only noise going on before you heard Harry call out your name from the stairs. You ignored him, still feeling hurt and angry towards him. He sat down beside you, giving you a little space but close enough to reach out for your hand if you’d let him.

“Lovey, I—” He sighed, the heavy guilt weighing on him. “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those harsh words to you, I should have stayed calm and instead I let my fear talk for me. I’m sorry” He looked at your face, waiting for your response, but you stayed quiet, your stare on the blank tv.

“I know I fucked up, and that being scared is no excuse to talk to you the way I did, I am so sorry. Having a kid right now is scary, with my busy schedule and everything planned out two-three years in advance, but if you are pregnant, we’ll make it work. We’re a team, we’ve always been a team and we will raise it together. That is if you want to have it. You were right, it’s your body and it’s your choice, and I will support you no matter your decision.” He placed a hand on your knee, stroking it gently, waiting for you to do or say something, anything.

After not getting any kind of response from you he continued talking. The silent treatment was eating him alive. “Darlin, please, talk to me” he shifted on the sofa, sitting closer to you. “Have you taken the tests? Do you want to take them together?”

The next four words felt like an ice bucket dumped all over him. “It’s negative, Harry.”

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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valentine’s day headcanons with:

levi ackerman, armin arlert, eren jaeger

gn!reader :)

levi ackerman

a w k w a r d

he has 0 knowledge on this and only acts on instincts

he’ll know nothing about the usual valentine gifts (which is actually good) and get you something he knows you’ll like

I mean he knows he has to get u sthing mans not that dense 🙄

when u wake up and whisper happy valentine’s day

he freaks for a sec then remembers that ur gift is under the bed

he kisses you and oof soft morning cuddles until the “kids start running everywhere”

he gives you ur gift and is a little scared u won’t like it

but u do U BETTER COS ITS LEVI and he can breathe again

as for affection, he doesn’t change on this day

he still tries to give you his attention and shows you how much he appreciates you

the other corps are gushing about the two of you like “cmon...we know you wanna get a room..shfjsdh”

y'all just roll ur eyes and continue training

when ur not with him though, hange goes up to him and is like *nudge nudge* “so did you prepare anything for tonight?”

he goes huh??

“what is there to prepare”

hange straight up face palms

“you have to decorate the bed with rose petals! light up candles! make her dinner!”

he’s stressed now

he thought it was over?? he thought he would just cuddle you like he does every night, maybe add some spice??

where the hell was he supposed to get roses huh

nevertheless, he tries his best

he doesn’t get roses and doesn’t litter them on the bed because that’s,,messy,,,

but he puts them in a nice vase

the room is lighted with only a few candles and you already ate so he didn’t cook dinner

when u come in he goes “I know it’s not much...”

but you hug him and thank him anyways

then u cuddle and spice it up like planned 😏

armin arlert

OK SO this guy is the sweetest ok

he’s got all the sunshines and rainbows for u (yk what I mean)

he writes u a wholeass poem where he confesses his undying love for u again, bakes u sweets and packs em in a box with the words “will you be my valentine?” on the very bottom

like you’re already his s/o he don’t need to ask jdfhgjfh 😫🤚🏻

I mean was he scared you’d say no to the box? maybe...

the poem was actually very well written and you can tell he took a lot of time on it

the sweets were delicious and Sasha may or may not have stolen a few

I mean u needed to get to the bottom of the box sooo 👀

he’ll sneak kisses to you throughout the day

jean sees every one of them and glances over at mikasa, sweating his balls off HHHAhhahaha

hange will be gushing at young love and Levi will just turn away

erwin tries to get everyone’s attention again

Eren’ll prolly tell you how many crumpled papers there are in his room from the night that Armin finally decided to sit down and write the poem

Eren prolly exaggerated a WHOLE lot saying how Armin was on the verge of crying because he didn’t know what to write

I mean he WAS scratching his hair out because it has to be perfect for you

now armin is j tryna shut that damn Eren up, blushing furiously

eren is threatening to show you the crumpled drafts hahahejh

when the night comes, soft hours are on

you guys sit in his room and honestly just have some wholesome talks

you reflect on your relationship, he tells you how much you mean to him

sigh 😌

eren jaeger

he’ll go to armin instead of mikasa for help

then when armin mentions that mikasa is a girl and that she’ll prolly know better, he’s like Ron in Harry Potter when they’re asking ppl to the ball

like “mikasa, you’re a girl, right?”

*suffocates him with her scarf*

anyways, this green eyed dude will give you your gift with shaking, sweaty hands, stuttering all over the place

you end up just kissing him so he’ll shut up

then he’s got a list of your plans for the day, not being subtle AT ALL

like he prolly wrote all this on the toilet

so he’s pulling out his toilet paper from his pocket like “d-do you wanna g-go o-on a hike f-first or-”

“let's go on a picnic!” you suggest

instantly paniks cos this Wasn’T on tHE List MIkaSAAAAAA

when you guys are packing the food, Sasha offers to help but really just secretly eats it all

you end up checking the bottom of the basket to see if there’s a hole hahAha

Eren takes you to a decent place though, where the wind blows and it’s quiet and peaceful

he wants to hold your hand and just goes for it

like snATCHES it

after he gets over his nerves,,,y’all,,,make out <3

then your laying on his lap, he’s making a flower crown awww

you make one for him too cos y not

he tells you a couple of things about the nature around you

like “oh this plant was everywhere in my hometown, you would never not see it in our soup”

you watch the sunset together with your flower crowns on

when you get back from the hill everyone’s there and clapping lMAO LIKE “ABOUT TIME”

no one bothers to save dinner for y'all cos u already ate anyways

Sasha said that

when he goes back to his room Levi is standing there reading to whoop his ass for the mess but when he sees Eren walking in and smiling he lets him go

Eren doesn’t even SEE LEVI HAHAH he just plops face down on his bed and has this happy sigh

Levi just rolls his eyes and tells u ur loverboy is in there 🥰💕💘

a/n: this made me 🥺

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Dirty Little Secret | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

It's midnight PST which means I'm so far past the deadline for @footballffbarbiex's Summer Writing Challenge but I don't really care. Please enjoy the millionth version of 'sneaking around with a rival' but with DCL. This one's for the babes: @sweetlikesugar9 @dclsbaby @domspeach

Word Count: 3,610

Warnings: light mentions of smut, sneaking around

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Your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You wanted so badly to pull it out and reread the text you’d been sent an hour ago, but then Jordan would be suspicious and you didn’t want to try to cobble together some half-assed explanation that would ultimately end in disaster.

“Are you listening to me?” Jordan asked, huffing your name in frustration. “I swear, you’ve been spacy for the last week. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, rolling your eyes. Jordan gave you a disbelieving look, so you elaborated, “Work has been kicking my ass and I’m annoyed, okay? I know it’ll pass, but I’d just like it if you let me handle it on my own.”

Jordan’s face softened. “I’m sorry. And I won’t, alright?” When you nodded, he continued, “But you know that if you ever need me to step in and use my name, I will.”

“I know,” you said, giving him a teary-eyed smile. “You know how much I don’t want that, but if it comes down to it, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s just...you’re my little sister, and I worry about you.” Jordan wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah - I appreciate it.” You paused, finally remembering the conversation from earlier. “Wait, you were saying something about England?”

Jordan smiled, launching into the conversation. “I just got the call from Southgate today. He told me I’ll be part of this upcoming England squad.”

“What?! Jordan, that’s incredible!” You squealed, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks. I was hoping I’d get the call-up, but with each camp, you never know. And I get older every year and-”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you scoffed, waving him off. “You’ve done so much for the club and you deserve this. Take the win and move on.”

“I hate it when you’re right, you know.”

You giggled, shoving him playfully. “It feels weird to be the one dispensing life advice to my older brother, so don’t worry, it’s just as weird for me, too.”

You left Jordan’s place a little while later, promising to help him plan an England get-together once the rest of the squad was announced.

Once you were back home, you finally pulled up the text you’d been both excited for and dreading about replying to.

Dominic: When can I see you again?

Just as you started typing, the three dots on his end popped up and you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that pooled in your belly when his latest text came through.

Dominic: I just got good news. Come over and celebrate?

You: I’m on my way

***

The moment Dom opened his front door, his lips were on yours. He pinned you against the door, kissing you hungrily as his hands slid up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, loving the way his body fit against yours as he swallowed the sound.

“What…” Your thought was cut off as Dom sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck. “What was the good news?”u

“Later,” Dom hummed, nibbling on your earlobe. “I wanna celebrate first.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” You giggled, the sound quickly turning to a breathy whimper as one of Dom’s hands slid between your legs. “Fuck, Dom! It makes sense - please just take me to bed.”

Dom smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs as he started to undress you. It had only been a little over a month since the two of you started sleeping together, but neither of you could get enough of each other.

Your name was on his lips as he sucked a mark into your hip, watching as you dug your heels into the mattress while he kissed his way up your inner thighs before sucking on your clit and making you cry out. “You’re always so responsive for me,” he praised, chuckling as he slid two fingers inside you. “So sexy.”

“Please, Dom!” You whimpered, burying your fingers in his curls. “Please make me cum already!”

He responded to your pleas, flipping you over onto your stomach and driving his cock into you. One hand was around your throat, the other smacking your ass as pure filth spewed from his mouth with every thrust. Dom made you feel dirty in the best possible ways and it wasn’t long before you were cumming around his cock, feeling his cum coat your inner walls as he released his own orgasm inside you.

“So, what’s the news?” You asked as you cuddled with Dom, your head on your chest with one hand tracing patterns across his forearm.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot - I got called up to the England squad for this upcoming run of matches.”

He said it so casually that you almost didn’t register what he’d said. “Wait, what?”

“I got another call-up!”

Your stomach bottomed out and you thought you were gonna be sick. “Dom, that’s amazing!” You said, hoping he didn’t notice how preoccupied you sounded.

“Thank you!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a much more intimate gesture than the two of you usually did, but you didn’t question it. “You’ll come see me play, right?”

“Of course,” you promised, hoping you sounded sincere.

When he drifted off to sleep, you were still up, your mind racing as you tried to figure out how you were going to tell Dom that you were Jordan Henderson’s baby sister.

***

Anfield. Last Spring.

You flashed your Friends and Family pass to the staff, feeling a bit awkward as you looked for Rebecca and the kids. It wasn’t often that you used the ticket Jordan purchased, preferring the season tickets you’d gotten with friends ages ago on the off-chance you were recognized. The only time you did was for Derby matches, and today was no exception; the ‘Henderson 14’ burning a hole in your back as you took your seat.

The whistle blew and the match began. You were as nervous as you always were during Derby matches, your heart in your throat every time Jordan got the ball. You were always worried something would happen to him on the pitch, what with the countless injuries he’d had over the years.

You cheered along with the rest of the spectators when Mo put one in the back of Pickford’s net a couple minutes outside of the 20th. Richarlison scored moments before the end of the first half, tying it up before the start of the second.

There was a penalty call early on in the second half and your heart stopped as you watched Jordan step up to take it. He hadn’t been in good form to take a pen all season, having missed three of his four pens so far, and you peeked through your fingers, hoping the ball would slot right into the back of the net.

...

It didn’t.

It didn’t, and you were devastated. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be wearing your brother’s jersey anymore. You felt sick as all the friends and family of your brother’s teammates gave you sympathetic pats and hugs while the match wore on.

When Mo scored his second of the night, you screamed until you were hoarse. It wasn’t long after that and the final whistle was blowing and the match ended 2-1 in favour of Liverpool. You hugged Jordan tightly when he finally appeared, giving him a small smile. “Sorry about your pen.”

He stiffened and you instantly knew you’d hit a nerve. Sometimes, he was able to laugh these things off, but tonight apparently wasn’t one of those nights. “Fuck off.”

“You’ll get the next one, I’m sure.” You winced internally as the words came out of your mouth and Jordan’s expression darkened.

Your name was an angry growl on his lips as he said, “If you’re trying to make me feel better, just don’t. I don’t need your sunshine and rainbows opinion - if I want it, I’ll ask, got it?”

His condescending tone ignited your own nerve and you got in his face. “Go to hell, Jordan,” you hissed, your eyes involuntarily welling with tears at the angry confrontation. You turned on your heel and stormed off, ignoring Rebecca’s pleas for you to come back.

You sat in your car, waiting for the tears to subside. It wasn’t often that you fought with him, and to make matters worse, you’d been staying with him for a bit while you looked for a place of your own, so you couldn’t even avoid him at home.

Instead of going home, you headed to your favourite pub. It was low key, and you knew there probably wouldn’t be too many people in there so you could drink in peace. You changed out of the jersey, throwing on a t-shirt you found in the backseat of your car, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than usual.

“Can I buy the next?” A man’s voice asked, and you turned to find Dominic Calvert-Lewin sitting on the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you said, giving him a small smile. “As long as you let me buy the one after that.”

“You’ve heard, I take it?” Dom gave you a sheepish smile, ducking his head and looking away.

“I was there. Thought you had it for a minute there when that pen didn’t go in.”

“Me, too. I had a couple good shots in there, but none of them ended up going in.”

“I saw.” Dom gave you a look at your comment and the two of you burst into giggles. “Sorry, I just had to say it.”

“Clearly, you know who I am,” he started, his gaze raking over your body. “Can I at least get your name? You look so familiar...”

You debated giving him your middle name or a fake name altogether, but ultimately gave him your real name, conveniently leaving out your surname. He rewarded you with a full-blown smile that you felt all the way down to your toes; a smile that made you think about what it would be like to kiss those lips.

A couple hours later, and you didn’t have to wonder what it felt like to kiss him. His lips were on yours in the back of the Uber as the two of you headed back to his place. Another hour after that, and you were discovering all the other things his mouth and hands could do, loving the way his body felt against yours.

When you left in the morning, you felt like you had a secret that was only yours to keep - and Dom’s, of course - but this was you sticking it to your brother by sleeping with one of his rival club’s players while also getting some much-needed sex.

A week later, you were grinning down at your phone as you read Dom’s latest text.

Dom: So, when can I see you again?

***

Jordan’s House, Present Day

“We’ve got everything we need, right?” Jordan asked, frantically looking around his kitchen. The counter was fully-stocked with all the alcohol he could possibly need, there was enough food to feed an army, and everything was as it should be.

“Yes,” Rebecca confirmed, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. You shut your eyes and made a face, still not used to seeing your brother be intimate with his wife. “Everything’s going to be great. The team should be arriving in about an hour, so don’t go too crazy waiting for them, okay?”

Jordan nodded and you laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that. “Well, if neither of you need me, I’m gonna go nap in the guest room,” you announced. “Wake me if I sleep through my alarm?”

“Sure.”

You went up to the guest room, setting your alarm to give yourself half an hour to get ready for the party.

***

The party was on by the time Dom walked through the door. Someone put a beer in his hands and he made the rounds, catching up with players he hadn’t called teammates since the last call-up.

“Hey!” Hendo shouted, waving at Dom from his lounge chair by the pool. “Calvert-Lewin, as I live and breathe. How are you?”

Dom brought it in for a hug, laughing. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I’d ask how you’re coping with losing to us yet again in the Derby, but I’m sure you had no problem finding some willing girl to console you.”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve been seeing this girl for a few months now. Hooked up with her the night we lost to you and haven’t really looked back.”

“Good for you. She coming to the matches?”

Dom shrugged. “Not sure yet. Haven’t really done much talking, if you know what I mean.”

Hendo smirked. “Nice.”

Just as Dom was about to say more, Rebecca came running over. “Jordan, have you seen your sister? I think we’re running out of drinks and she said she’d run to the store if we needed her to and well, we need her to.”

“Is she not up from her nap?” Hendo asked, his brows furrowing when Rebecca shrugged. “Okay, can you go see if she’s awake? I’ve kind of got my hands full.”

“Yeah, I-”

“Mummy!” One of the kids ran up to Rebecca, drawing her attention away. “Dom! Good to see you! Can you go wake my sister-in-law?”

“Sure. Where is she?”

Hendo gave him directions and Dom was off, searching for the guest bedroom.

“Hello?” He asked, lightly knocking on the closed door. When he got no response, he turned the handle and opened the door. “Hendo’s sister?”

***

Shit. You’d slept through your alarm and now someone was waking you up. And to make matters worse, they were calling you ‘Hendo’s sister’. “What?” You asked groggily, shifting.

“Your brother needs you.”

The voice sounded familiar but you were too tired to figure out why. “Okay. Can you turn on the light?” The sound of the switch being flipped and the light hit you. “Oh, fuck, that’s bright!” You covered your eyes, blinking rapidly to try to get used to the light.

You heard your name being whispered incredulously and you realized it was Dom standing in front of you.

***

Dom couldn’t believe it. Here you were, standing - well, technically sitting in bed - in front of him and you turned out to be Jordan Henderson’s little sister. “You’re…” He trailed off, unable to say the words.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your hands, not wanting to see the look on his face. “Jordan Henderson is my older brother.” You heard the door shut and you looked up, not expecting him to still be standing in front of you.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Dom asked, his expression blank as he crossed his arm and leaned against the door. “You’ve had plenty of chances to tell me and you haven’t. Why?”

“I just… I don’t know.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling as you struggled to find composure. “Everybody treats me differently when they find out who my brother is, so I don’t exactly go around telling everyone I meet that my brother is… who he is.”

“But we’re sleeping together! Hell, I’ve got you in my bed more than half the nights of the week and you still didn’t think to tell me?!”

“Dom!” You hissed, fear coursing through your veins. You didn’t want anyone to overhear him even though you knew they were probably too busy with the party. “I didn’t think to tell you because I didn’t think we were that serious!”

Dom looked furious. His jaw clenched and he stormed over to you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. He kissed you hard, pinning you underneath him and all you could do was loop your arms around his neck and kiss him with everything you had. “How’s that for serious?” He asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m here, kissing you in your brother’s house where anyone could discover us, and you don’t think I’m serious.”

“I-I get it now,” you stuttered, smiling at him. “Can we just wait a little while before we tell Jordan about us?”

“Just as long as we tell him before we have to go back to being rivals, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him one last kiss. “Now you’re really gonna have to leave because I’m pretty sure Jordan didn’t send you here to come into the guest room and kiss me senseless.”

Dom chuckled at that. “He definitely didn’t. Pretty sure Rebecca was saying something about needing you to run and grab more alcohol, too? But the point is that we need to get you out of this bed and to the right people.”

***

You couldn’t stop staring at him. Dom was right across the room, chatting it up with Rice and Mount, laughing with the two footballers. He caught your gaze, giving you a subtle wink before turning back to say something to Rice. You watched him pull his phone out, your own vibrating in your back pocket moments later.

Dom: Meet me in the guest bedroom… Five minutes

You tried to keep the smile off your face, but it was impossible. “Who’s the guy?” Came Rebecca’s voice over your shoulder.

You gasped, hoping she didn’t see Dom’s name at the top of the contacts list before you shut it off. “Uh, nobody? Just a guy I’m sleeping with.”

Rebecca gave you a look. “Just a guy?” She rolled her eyes. “Not with that lovey-dovey look in your eyes, he’s not.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. “He’s not just a guy, but I’m not ready to introduce him to you and Jordan, okay? He’s just...not someone I would usually date and I don’t want Jordan to lose his shit, especially with these matches coming up.”

“I see,” Rebecca said wisely, giving you a knowing look. “Just don’t wait too long, because Dominic Calvert-Lewin looks like the kind of man who won’t wait around forever.”

“How did you-?” You asked, incredulous. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.”

Rebecca laughed. “Don’t worry - I won’t tell Jordan. That’s something you’ve gotta do.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dom murmured in-between kisses in one of the empty rooms of Wembley. “Tomorrow’s the last match in this run of friendlies and I wanna catch Hendo on his good side when the two of us aren’t rivals.”

You giggled, the sound morphing into a moan as he kissed your neck. “After the match tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

Dom pulled away, a serious look on his face. “I’m serious. If you don’t tell him after the match tomorrow, I’m not sure I’ll be able to continue this.”

The pit of dread grew in your stomach. You wanted to tell Jordan but you’d never shown an interest in or dated any footballers before, let alone one of his rivals. It was going to be hard to convince him that you were serious about Dom, and for the first time, you realized you were serious about him.

~~~

The day of the match, you were in the stands in your ‘Henderson 8’ kit. The ‘Calvert-Lewin 18’ was underneath, your body tense with the anticipation - fear? - of telling your brother that you and Dom were seeing each other.

All your nerves went out the window the moment Dom came on and scored after less than five minutes of being on the pitch. You were on your feet with the rest of the stadium, cheering on your man as he celebrated with your brother.

The friendly ended England’s way and you were celebrating it like they’d won the World Cup. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into Dom’s arms, both of you giddy as he spun you around before setting you down on the ground and kissing you breathless.

“What the hell?!” Came Jordan’s voice, snapping you and Dom out of your own little world.

“Jordan, it’s-” you started, but your brother was furious.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it. The two of you?!” He glared at Dom. “At my party, were you talking about my sister? To me?! You’ve got some nerve, Dominic.”

Dom held up his hands. “I didn’t know she was your sister at the time, I swear!”

“It’s true: he didn’t,” you backed up your man, threading your fingers through his in a nonverbal show of support. “I knew who he was when I started sleeping with him, but he didn’t know who I was.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I hate more: that that’s actually believable or that I’m starting to be okay with this.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide. You and Dom shared a look.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to completely love this - at least not for a year or more - but you better not hurt her, Dominic. I’m serious.”

Dom squeezed your hand, nodding with a serious expression. “Yes, sir.”

You held back your giggle at Dom’s response, not wanting to ruin your brother’s good mood. You let go of Dom’s hand to go over and hug Jordan, a bright smile on your face. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me; just make sure he doesn’t hurt you so I don’t have to hurt him.”

An hour later when you met Dom, you couldn’t stop smiling, making sure to stop in front of Wembley to kiss him one more time before he took you out on a proper date in public.

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