This Is Probably The Cutest Thing Ive Read In A While. Such Good Writing And Definitely 10/10 Would 100%

This is probably the cutest thing I’ve read in a while. Such good writing and definitely 10/10 would 100% read again ❣️❣️

DADDY WOULDN’T APPROVE

PAIRING eddie munson x fem reader

SUMMARY your dad wouldnt approve of eddie you already knew that. but that wasn’t gonna stop you from being in a relationship with him. everybody around you two thought you were a annoyingly cute couple, except for a certain jealous someone. billy hargrove. when your dad invites billy and max over for dinner things take a turn and you can’t hide your love for eddie anymore.

WARNING asshole billy being jealous , parents arguing, cuss words. slight angst

“ my dad is gonna kill me if he finds out.” you mumble smiling, holding his hands. “ then i’ll die a happy man.” eddie says tightening his grip on your hand, “ eddie come on it’s not funny he’ll actually kill you. like- like seriously he would probably drag you by the hair and just start punching you.” you say scooting closer to him. “ no not my beautiful hair that his daughter loves to play with.” eddie says suddenly stopping letting go of your hair, you take a step back chuckling. eddie runs a hand through his hair, “ but my beautiful hair!” he expresses putting a hand over his chest dramatically. “ what ever will y/n do without my hair!” he says sliding down a locker, “ eddie!” you exclaim putting a hand over your mouth trying to control your laughter. “ whatever will i do without my hair..” he brags covering his face. “ however-” you give him a hand, he takes it standing up.

he twirls you “ too bad.” you giggle grabbing his hand connecting it with yours again. “ your crazy eddie munson.” you grin, “ yeah yeah okay.” he denies throwing an arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to him. “ can’t accept it?” you joke crossing your hands raising an eyebrow. “ shut it l/n.” he says ruffling your hair. “ hey don’t tell me to shut it munson.” you say furrowing your eyebrows. “ oh im sorry l/n.” he says pouting with puppy eyes, you turn your head to look at him. you groan pushing him off you, “ i hate you.” you say skipping, “ you love me!” he yells out loud. you stop skipping turning around, everybody was looking at you two. you put your finger over your mouth, “ shh!” you mouth. “ you hear that weirdos?! y/n loves me!” eddie yells not breaking eye contact, you giggle flipping him off. you fix your backpack running out of the school doors, looking around the parking lot looking for your dads car.

you quickly spot the car and your dad talking to billy? what? billy? come on. you turn around one last time seeing eddie looking at you, standing next to mike. you smile blowing him a kiss, he turns his head around blushing. you giggle, “ mike come on dingus let’s go.” you blurt. mike looks at you and nods, “ tell your girlfriend to stop calling me that.” mike says closing his locker grabbing his backpack throwing it over his shoulder. “ she calls her own boyfriend dipshit you think she’ll stop calling you dingus?” eddie questions crossing his hands smiling at the thought of you. “ come on dingus!” you exclaim, “ okay okay geez.” mike says running to you, mike looks back at eddie who was staring at you with loving eyes. “ ew.” mike says scrunching his nose disgusted at the sight of his two closest friends being extremely in love with each other.

you throw an arm around mike’s shoulder pulling him down, putting him in a headlock. you ruffle his hair, “ ow ow let go asshole.” mike whines trying to push you away. “ remember when i pushed you off the trampoline and you had to wear a cast for like a week? i’m not scared to do it again.” you say tightening the grip on the headlock. “ i’ll tell your dad about eddie.” mike says still trying to push himself out of the lock. you gasp dramatically, “ i’ll tell hopper about the time i caught you and el making out in his car.” you say, “ what?! you wouldn’t!” mike says, you finally let go off the headlock. “ yeah i would. actually the second i get home i will.” you say running to the car, “ hey wait y/n!” mike yells running after you. you laugh looking back seeing him chase you, you continue running till you get to the car. mike stops almost hitting the car, he puts his hand on the hood of the car trying to catch his breath. “ hi daddy.” you say opening the car door putting your backpack inside, mike opens the car door putting his bag inside too. “ hi mr.l/n.” mike says still trying to catch his breath.

“ hey kiddo, sweetie come here.” your dad says extending his hand out for you, you look at mike. he raises an eyebrow, “ go.” he mouths. you walk to your dad, “ yes daddy?” you say. “ this is billy.” he says pointing at billy, you look at billy. “ okay?” you say crossing your hands confused. “ he’s coming over for dinner later, along with his sister maxine-” you cut him off. “ max.” you say bluntly. “ but dad aren’t we having the wheelers over for dinner? like we do every wednesday.” you emphasis ‘every’ while looking at billy. he smirks extending his hand, mike peeks his out the window. “ it’s tuesday.” he says. “ nice to meet you too y/n.” he says. you roll your eyes turning around opening the car door, mike follows sitting next to you. “ he’s such a douche.” you groan covering your face. “ just tell your dad about eddie.” mike says putting on his seatbelt, “ he’ll kill me mike.” you say putting your hands down. “ i plan on telling him just not now.” you whine, mike nods leaning over grabbing your seatbelt putting it on for you. you look at the rear view window to see eddie, you smile lowering the car window. you peek your head out the window to see eddie holding onto his skateboard, he points at billy. you turn around to look at billy then back at eddie, you scrunch your nose. eddie laughs from afar, he points finger guns at billy. you giggle pointing finger guns at eddie, he gasps putting his hands over his chest. you ‘shoot’ making eddie fall on the floor, you laugh. you wave bye at eddie, he stands up waving bye.“ good now shoot me.” mike says his hands crossed, you pout pointing the finger guns at him. “ boom.” you whisper.

at home

you walk around the house with a walkie-talkie in your hand, “ i don’t get it why can’t you just tell your dad about eddie.” nancy says, you sigh pushing the talk button. “ because he’s not what my dad has in mind.” you say opening the fridge, “ he has billy in mind.” you say. you hear a gasp coming from the other side of the walkie-talkie, “ billy? billy hargrove?” she says. grabbing the milk carton, “ yeah billy hargrove, dad invited him over for dinner along with max.” you say drinking the milk straight of the carton. “ that’s horrible.” nancy says. “ i kno-” a voice cuts you off coming from the walkie-talkie. “ what are you little shits talking about?” robin says. “ robin save me.” you whine opening the fridge door again.

“ why?” she says. “ y/n doesn’t wanna tell her dad about eddie.” nancy says.“ nancy that’s not what i said!” you complain putting the milk back in. “ shut it dingus continue nance.” robin says. you groan, “ and mr.l/n is inviting max and billy over for dinner. her dad is trying to set them up.” nancy says giggling, “ this is so annoying!” you yell. “ just tell your dad y/n he has to accept it.” robin says. “ sure after i do that which one of you can i live with?” you say jumping on the counter, “ you’ll be fine.” nancy says trying to reassure you. “ i’ll try. bye little shits.” you say into the walkie talkie.

“ who’s eddie?” someone says suddenly, you flinch. “ ah shit!” you curse turning around. “ oh hey sorry mom.” you quickly apologise slamming the walkie-talkie down on the counter. “ who’s eddie?” she says putting on her apron. “ n-nobody.” you blurt jumping off the counter. “ ah ah y/n stand.” your mom says opening the fridge, “ who’s eddie?” she repeats grabbing tomatoes. “ mom!” you whine covering your face. “ come on sweetie just tell me.” your mom says setting the tomatoes down. “ he’s this guy at school.” you say turning around leaning on a counter. “ what kind of guy?” she says grabbing a knife, “ he’s like..my boyfriend.” you mumble. “ what?!” your mom blurts out.

“ your boyfriend?” your mom says a shocked look on her face. “ yeah he’s my boyfriend but he’s not your typical ‘highschool boy’ he has tattoos and he has long hair and plays guitar and is considered a freak.” you say in one breath. “ oh sweetie.” your mom says pouting, “ why didn’t you tell me?” she says grabbing the tomatoes walking to the sink. “ i knew you two wouldn’t allow me to date him cuz of his reputation.” you say pouting. “ sweetie come on.” your mom says setting the tomatoes down, “ i’m serious have you seen the way dad is? he’ll kill me and eddie.” you complain crossing your hands. “ sweetie listen. your dad was just like that in highschool.” your mom says smiling. you stand up straight, “ what?” you say shocked.

“ i’m serious! your dad was a total freak in highschool, he had long hair and always wore the same shirt everyday, he used to be in a band.” your mom says laughing. “ what? how?!” you yell laughing. “ i’m serious he used wear his worn out converse with black jeans.” she says opening a drawer grabbing a spoon. “ sweetie i don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about those type of things.” she says turning around, you smile. “ yeah of course mom.” you say biting your lower lip. you run up to her and hug her, “ so do i have your approval?” you mumble. “ i have to meet him first honey buns.” she says patting your back, “ you- you’ll meet him! you’ll meet him! tomorrow actually! yeah tomorrow thank you so much oh my god holy shit!” you let go of the hug and run out the kitchen. “ language!” she yells.

at the wheelers house

“ billy is what?!” dustin says slamming his hands on the table, “ mr.l/n is trying to set y/n and billy up.” mike says leaning back in his chair. “ that can’t be happening!” dustin yells. “ we can’t do anything about it dustin.” nancy says pacing around the basement, “ uh yes we can! we can get eds- eddie? eddie?” dustin says looking at eddie who was zoned out. dustin waves his hands infront of eddie, “ eddie munson!” he yells. eddie shakes his head looking at dustin, “ huh?” he says lost. “ i said we have to do something about this.” dustin says standing up from his chair, “ we can’t do anything. plus they would make a good couple.” eddie mumbles crossing his hands looking down. they all look at each other.

that hurt. seeing eddie so upset over not being able to be with y/n. both of them were perfect for each other. they were the cutest couple at school, they both started off as friends. ever since the fifth grade, friends quickly become best friends. best friends became lovers. they were both crazy for each other, it was adorable. “ actually..we can.” nancy says smiling. they all look at nancy.

at home

“ sweetie get the door!” your mom yells from the kitchen, you run down the stairs in excitement. you open the door to see your favourite redhead, max. you smile, she quickly hugs you. you wrap your hands around her hugging her tightly almost picking her up, “ you two saw each other earlier at school.” billy says with a blank expression. you and max both flip him off during the hug, you let go and smile at her. “ hey mrs.l/n.” max says walking to your mom. you look at billy crossing his hands, you move out the way to let him in. “ no greeting?” he asks smirking. “ buzz off.” you mumble. he walks in, you slam the door behind him. “ hey mr.l/n so good to see you.” billy says taking your dad in for a hug. you roll your eyes annoyed.

you giggle whispering to max, she chokes on her mashed potatoes giggling. “ max sweetie would you pass me the peas?” your mom says. max nods still giggling handing your mom the bowl of peas. “ sweetie did you know billy got a scholarship to play basketball?” your dad says interrupting you two, you stop laughing stabbing your steak with the fork. “ no i didn’t.” you answer smiling. “ oh please mr.l/n there’s no need to brag i’m sure y/n is not interested in that.” billy says taking a bite of bread while smirking. you scrunch your nose in disgust, “ nonsense billy. that’s great sweetie isn’t it?” you dad says smiling shoving a spoon full of rice in his mouth. your mom coughs, “ h-how’s school sweetheart?” your mom says trying to change the subject. “ it’s great mom max and i are at the top of our spanish class.” you say nudging max with your elbow, she chuckles. “ oh that’s amazing! max how are you and lucas?” your mom asks taking a bite of her steak.

“ ooh..” you whisper winking at max. max laughs, “ we’re doing great mrs.l/n!” max whispers trying to control her laughter. “ oh that’s adorable, remember how we were like honey?” your mom says looking at your dad. he chokes, you and max look at each other trying to hide your laughter. “ what were you like dad in highschool by the way? you never told me.” you say tilting your head to the side. “ i was a good student.” he says. “ come on honey give them more then that or should i?” your mom says smirking. “ please do mrs.l/n.” max says sarcastically. “ well max, d/n here was a total-” your mom was cut off by billy.

“ did y/n tell you she has a boyfriend.” billy blurts out, you drop your fork looking at billy with wide eyes. max chokes covering her mouth. she kicks her brothers leg from under the table. “ what?” your dad says. you look at him, you were unable to read his expression. your heart was racing.

“ sorry. y/n you didn’t tell your parents that your in a relationship? sorry my bad.” billy says smirking biting a piece of steak. you were silent, you looked at your mom who’s face was red. you stand up suddenly running up the stairs. “ y/n!” max yells dropping her fork. she quickly stands up running after you. you run down the hallway to your room, opening the door you jump on your bed hiding your face in the pillow. “ y/n.” max says running behind you, she closes the door rushing to the bed. you sit up covering your face with the pillow, tearing up. max grabs the pillow putting it down, she pulls you in for a hug. you hide your face in her shoulder crying. “ i hate him.” you whisper. “ i fucking hate him so much max.” you sob. max tightens her grip around you pulling you closer, she runs a hand through your hair gently. “ i’m sorry.” she whispers.

“ she has a what now?” your dad says looking at billy, “ oh i’m sorry you didn’t know mr.l/n?” billy says smirking. “ billy.” your mom warns. she gets up taking off her apron throwing it on her chair, “ that wasn’t for you to reveal billy.” she says glaring at billie. “ wait you knew m/n?” your dad says setting his fork down. “ yes i knew! because i know how to set a safe and friendly environment for my daughter in which she can talk to me!” she exclaims, “ now if you’ll excuse me i’m gonna go comfort my crying daughter.” she says turning around walking up the stairs in anger.

you wipe your tears biting your lower lip, the yelling from downstairs getting louder. “ i’m so sorry.” max says looking down. “ it’s fine max it wasn’t your fault.” you say running a hand through your hair. “ yeah i know but i should’ve known billy would’ve pulled something like that. he’s such an ass.” max says. “ and a dick.” you add. max smiles. “ yeah like the biggest dickhead on earth.” she adds giggling. you giggle covering your mouth. you two were cut off by a bunch of screams from outside, you two look at each other and rush to the window.

you break down laughing seeing dustin standing on a car, “ y/n l/n! we’re here to save you!” he yells. max breaks down laughing, she opens the window. “ y/n l/n!” dustin yells again. it starts raining, “ shit shit shit shit!” dustin screams looking up. max grabs your hand running, you continue laughing. you two run down the stairs almost bumping into your mom. “ sweetie?” your mom questions turning around. you continue running.max opens the door, you run out of the house rain hitting you two.

“ eddie! eddie!” dustin yells hitting the car roof. “ cool it shithead!” robin yells from the drivers seat. it’s steve’s car? did they seriously steal steve’s car. eddie rushes out the car almost tripping, you look at eddie biting your lip as rain kept hitting you and max. he turns around to see your face, why were there tears on your cheeks? why was your nose red? why were your lips swollen? he runs to you and pulls you in for a hug. “ oh my god this is so cliche.” you mumble hugging him tightly, “ why are you crying.” he says. you pull away from the hug looking into his eyes. gosh they were so beautiful.

you start tearing up again, “ no no pretty don’t cry.” he pouts grabbing your face. he wipes your tears with his thumb, “ is your dad in there?” he asks. you nod your lips trembling. he smiles “ sorry i really can’t control it i wanna kiss you so bad right now i don’t care who’s watching. i don’t care if he’s gonna kill me you mean the world to me y/n i wanna kiss you so bad.” he says as the rain got harder, you break down laughing. “ please kiss me.” you whisper. he smiles gently pulling your face closer to his. his lips meet yours.

everyone in the car starts cheering, max smiles running to the car. lucas opens the door letting her in. you two pull away when the house door opens, you turn around to see your dad. “ shit shit shit go go!” you yell grabbing eddie’s hand rushing in the car. eddie sits in the passenger seat, you quickly sit on his lap slamming the car door close. “ robin drive!” you yell. “ okay okay don’t yell at me i get scared!” she yells starting the car.

“ i love you so much.” eddie says pushing hair strand behind your ear, you smile. “ i love you too.” you whisper. “ oh god steve is gonna kill us. son of a bitch.” dustin says looking at the wet car seats.

I'm sorry, but Steve, offering his hand and then making a face like "op- no you're gonna-- alright, you're gonna pet me anyways, mess up the hair, ok"

And Eddie, just fuckiNG LOOKING UP AT HER LIKE A GOOD BOY with a twinkle in his eye after like "ok 😳🥺"

I gotta remember to come back and read the next part 😅😅😅

[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [3]

Thank you for your patience <3

Warning: angst, healing and future complication

Second part

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After ensuring Mateo’s fever had subsided, Y/n kicked Toru to get some sleep. She saw his hesitation; did he not trust her with his son?

“I promise I won’t take off with him.” Y/n deadpanned.

Toru shook his head, “no – no that’s… I trust you.” He looked like he could fall asleep on his feet. “I just… I just can’t wrap my head around this. Why you would care about us…”

Y/n raised a brow at him, “you were the one who came to my unit.”

Recalling, Toru nodded, “yeah… you’re right.”

“I have a weird sleep schedule anyways, so I’m used to being a night owl.” Y/n turned her attention back to Mateo who suckled his pacifier in her arms. “I’ll keep an eye on his fever, so go rest.”

He inhaled, like he had more things to say but nodded, “alright, but wake me up at any time, got it?” She saluted to him, and he smiled before turning his heels towards his bedroom. He left the door cracked ajar just so Y/n did not feel uncomfortable entering his room if needed.

Together, Y/n and Mateo rocked and waltzed to some of her old concerto videos on YouTube on the TV while staring out to the city night of Tokyo. It was not long before Mateo drifted asleep against her chest.

Y/n glanced at the TV when she heard the familiar solo violinist and her heart raced.

Kim Woojin.

The video playing was their concerto together four years ago.

She hasn’t spoken to Woojin in a few months after he had proposed to her.

And she rejected him.

.

Y/n sat across from Toru in awkward silence at his kitchen table.

She woken up to the smell of delicious food and immediately was hungry. The thought of food was pushed aside as her mind was focused on getting Mateo’s fever to go down.

Toru set a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and fruits in front of her. He pushed a fresh squeezed glass of orange juice in her direction while he sipped on some tea.

“Thank you,” she muttered, still feeling dazed.

Mateo was in Toru’s arms being fed with a bottle.

I need to go, she thought, chowing down her food.

“I’m not going to kick you out, so you don’t need to inhale your food.” Toru said softly, setting the bottle on the table and shifting Mateo upward to pat his back.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him for reading her mind. “I appreciate the breakfast, but I have other things to do today,” she lied, she had nothing to do now that she is currently taking a break from the piano world.

“Mateo and I can’t thank you enough, whatever you did to get rid of his fever.”

Y/n nodded, finishing the last of her strawberries. She stood up and began picking up her plate to take it to the sink when Toru stopped her. “Your hands are full, this the least I can do.”

She ended up washing the dishes before she said her goodbye.

“I’ll be away the next couple of days. I used your TV to search for some of my old videos on YouTube last night and it seemed to have put Mateo to sleep.” She sigh, “hopefully it’ll work.”

Toru smiled, “thank you, Y/n. Truly.”

. .

Y/n returned four days later.

She traveled to a handful of different time zones that her body was struggling to keep up. It was before sunrise when she showered and fell into her bed, knocking out until the evening.

Looking at the clock on her phone, she groaned. She hated this feeling when it came to traveling because it threw her day off.

Opening her fridge, she was greeted with empty shelves.

Sighing, she went back to her room to change her clothes to go out.

She returned an hour later full and with some groceries. Exiting the elevator, she caught herself looking at the opposite door for a second before she moved to enter her unit.

. .

[Aoba Josei High School]

Y/n couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.

She and Toru have plans after school to stop by the book store to pick up the latest manga volume to In Your Heart. A series that he took interest in after he found her reading it.

Toru also wanted to treat her to ice cream.

Y/n has yet to tell Toru that she couldn’t resist and read beyond the chapters online and found out what happened next.

The main character, Lina, is a well-known pianist and returns home after being abroad for many years. She runs into her first crush from high school, Nikko, and they reconnect, falling in love with each other once again. But Lina has a secret…

Y/n has been giddy wanting to blurt the spoiler she discovered, Toru is going to be so shocked!

She placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart that’s been fluttering every time she thought about Toru. She couldn’t deny it any longer and knew she was like the many other girls who were easily swooned by his charming personality.

A nagging voice in the back of her head was constantly reminding her to be careful.

But her heart felt things she’d never felt before and how could she not want more?

.

Y/n followed behind three unknown girls as they led her outside of the school building. She was annotating her notes when three girls approached her desk.

“We have something to say to you, follow us.”

They turn the corner behind the gymnasium and Y/n hesitated until one of the girls stepped out, “come.”

Finally, out of ear shot, the one girl who Y/n had a feeling was the leader stepped forward and pulled something out of her pocket and shoved it into Y/n face.

Y/n flinched, leaning back as she eyed the phone.

“Watch this.”

The video began playing, starting out shaky and at a weird angle towards four boys.

She immediately recognizes Toru, and the other three boys he is often around with, Hajime, Takahiro and Issei.

“How is it going with Y/n?” Issei inquired, kicking his feet onto his desk.

Toru shrugged his shoulder. “I think it’s going good; she’s definitely warmed up to me.”

“Yeah we can tell, I’ve never heard her talk to so much before.” Issei laughed, mockingly. “What did you do? Woo her?”

Toru snorted, “my charm was enough for her to open up to me. How much more do you need for me to win the bet?”

A hand slaps the back of Toru’s head, Iwaizumi Hajime growled, “you made a bet? That’s the bet you guys were talking about?”

“Toru said he could get any girl to fall at his feet, Y/n is totally at his feet.” Takahiro laughed, digging into the inside of his pocket before slapping a few bills in front of Toru. “It’s just a bet, it’s not like Toru said he was going to get her to fall in love with him. He just needed to open her up, no harm done.”

“But still, you made a bet on her.” Hajime pointed, “that’s still a shitty thing to do, Shitty-Kawa.”

“Chill, Iwa-chan,” Toru rolled his eyes, “I only said I’ll get her to fall for my charms, which she did. I didn’t say anything about dating her and dumping her. If anything, I helped her open up to a man, a future man for herself so she should be thankful I helped her up for her own good.”

Issei leaned forward in front of Toru, “do you like her?”

Toru shook his head, “no, she’s cute but I don’t like her. Her stuttering is cute but personally, it’s a turn off.”

Hajime swore, “you’re an asshole. Did you pretty much use the girl to help your grades?”

“Yep!” the two other guys answered. “That’s why he had the top scores in the class and now Oikawa has the grades to apply to colleges.”

The video ended.

Words were sealed and Y/n could only look pitiful.

“We thought you should know the truth.” The girl stuffs her phone back in her pocket. “Whatever you decide to do is up to you.” They turned to walk away.

“W – wa – ait,” Y/n whispered, they turned to look over their shoulders. “Th – thank y – ou.”

.

Toru found himself glancing back at Y/n’s empty seat.

It has been day three now of her absence and their teacher has not said anything about her absence like how she would with other students.

She also hasn’t responded to any of his messages either after her last message to him canceling their plans to go to the bookstore and grab ice cream afterwards.

“Class, I have an announcement to make.” The teacher tapped her pen against the chalk board to get everyone’s attention. “One of our classmates, Y/n…” she paused to inhale sharply. “She will no longer be in this class as of today. Can I ask for a volunteer to clear out Y/n’s locker and deliver her possession to her?”

Toru stood up immediately, “I volunteer.”

After school was out, Toru rushed to gather his own items to leave when Naomi approached him.

She had a serious look on her face before asking quietly, “can I talk to you for a bit?”

Toru nodded before following her. She stepped off to the side away from the crowd that’s rushing to leave.

He noticed Naomi eyeing the bag of Y/n’s items, where mainly a pencil pouch, a few notebooks, and small stationary items. “I can take those to Y/n.”

Toru frowned; his grip tightened around the handle of the bag. “It’s okay. Utada-sensei asked for me to drop it off and it’s on my way home too so I can just swing by.” He paused, watching Naomi before asking, “did something…happen to Y/n?”

Her eyes turned cold, “shouldn’t you know best? Since you made that bet on her?” She wanted to laugh in his face when his eyes widened. She held her hand out, but Toru made no move to hand over the bag. “Face it, you’ve been outed, Oikawa, I hope you won a good chunk of money.”

Naomi took a step forward, she was tall for a girl, but she wasn’t as tall as Toru, but her stance was taller than him at the moment. “If I had not promised Y/n, I would have punched you.” She reached to snatch the bag out of his hand leaving him behind stunned.

.

The end of the school year came in a blink of an eye and before Toru knew, he was only two days away from graduation.

Everyone has congratulated him for getting scouted and accepted to join Club Atletico San Juan, a professional team in the Argentina Volleyball Federation. It is beyond his hopes and imagination, and he was still processing it.

He would immediately leave for Argentina right after graduation.

He knows he’s happy and proud of himself.

But there was something heavy on his heart.

Toru has been sitting on the bench at one of the local parks near his home, waiting for Y/n.

If she does come.

He had texted her earlier, I know you probably don’t want to see me anymore, but I would like to explain myself. Can we meet at the park by our house in 30 minutes?

His knee has been shaking nervously. What if he can’t get his message across? What if he choked?

His head snapped up the moment he felt the spot beside him shift. “Y/n…” She doesn’t spare him a glance, staring straight ahead. “All I can say is… I’m sorry.” There is no emotion on her face. “I got accepted to play for a club in Argentina and I’ll be leaving soon but I couldn’t leave without saying I’m truly sorry to you. I own up to all my mistakes, my actions of hurting you… I don’t even know how to make up for hurting you.”

Tears pricked his eyes, and he had no right to cry at all. How dare he after he had no remorse when it came to agreeing to the bet. Deep down he knew there was more to it but at this point, it was best that he didn’t make the situation worst. “I’m really sorry.”

Y/n stood up and Toru’s eyes followed as she turned her heels to stand in front of him. She exhaled softly and then smiled.

Toru blinked waiting for her to say something. Anything.

Whether it be she hated him or that she won’t forgive him.

But she doesn’t say a single word.

She just stared at Toru for a second longer before she dropped her head and turned her heels, walking away.

. .

[Present day]

Y/n woken up feeling drowsy, she couldn’t tell if the sun was just rising or ready to set.

She allowed her eyes to close again as her dreams flashed her back to high school again. She has been dreaming about her past since the day she re-encountered Toru again.

It’s as if she’s being reminded again of the hurt he caused her and to be weary of getting involved with him.

Or maybe this was the closure she needed.

The last time she saw Toru was right before he left overseas. After discovering she was merely a bet to Toru, she needed time away from him to process her thoughts.

She learned to move on and let go of the bet. She should have trusted her instinct and known it was too good to be true to have someone like Toru wanting to be her friend.

But what hurt her the most was his comment about her stuttering.

Looking back, because of Toru, she gained confidence speaking more, desire to speak because she wanted to communicate with him. Every night she would study and practice speaking sentences slowly so she would overcome her stuttering.

For the longest time she accepted her flaw. Her parents tried to encourage her to seek a specialist to help her with her speech, but she was always too nervous and shy. It was easier for her to just remain silent, and she was okay with that.

“M – mom… and d – ad…,” Y/n inhales sharply, interrupting the silence at dinner. “I… I want to go to – to O – Osaka School o – of Speech…”

The specialty school didn’t operate like public schools and after much consideration and approval from the principal of Aoba Josei, they allowed Y/n to graduate early so she could immediately start her classes at the specialty school.

Y/n put her passion for piano on pause so she could focus solely on her speech. In a span of less than six months her speech has improved tremendously.

For the first time in her life, she had never been so excited to talk. Her confidence boosted and she wanted to talk about all the things she was too afraid to talk about.

Even years later, her stuttering only resurfaced when she was extremely nervous.

And recently since she ran into Toru again.

Y/n lifted her head at the sound of her door chime. Grabbing her phone, she sees the notification that someone is at her door.

Toru and Mateo.

She quickly got off the bed and ran her fingers through her hair before shouting, “coming!”

“Hey,” Toru greeted as soon as she opened the door, “we wanted to see if you would like to join us for dinner at our place? Mateo and I would like to treat you to dinner for being so kind to us.”

Her eyes locked with Mateo who took a second before realizing who she was and excitedly pumped his arms. She smiled sweetly at him before answering, “sure, give me ten minutes to change and I’ll be over.”

.

Toru left the door open, and Y/n invited herself in. She looked for Mateo and Toru pointed out that he was in the living room.

She found the baby sitting in the middle of the room surrounded by toys and as soon as he spotted Y/n, he began flapping his chubby arms in delight that caused him to fall backwards.

Y/n burst out in giggles and hurried towards him when Mateo began whining.

“Don’t mind him, he’s in the phase of wanting to be held all the time. Don’t fall for it.” Toru said from the kitchen.

If it was a trap, Y/n fell for it alright. “Hi Mateo!” she cooed, clapping her hands to get his attention. Mateo immediately showed excitement and indicated he wanted to be picked up. She pulled him into a sitting position and his grip on her was strong as he wasn’t going to let go. “Okay, okay I’ll pick you up,” she cooed when he began to pout. He nuzzled into her chest and looked up at her with awed.

She leaned in to kiss his chubby cheek, “so glad you’re feeling better.” She reached to comb his mop of dark brown hair and brushed it behind his ears, “your hair is getting long.” Her thumb rubbed his earlobe and he let out a yawn. “Are you tired?”

She stood up and cuddle him against her chest, rocking him gently.

“Don’t cave in, Y/n… or else you’ll make it hard for me.” Toru groaned from the kitchen.

The smile on his face indicated otherwise, deep down, he secretly loved any and all interaction between Y/n and Mateo.

Toru knows he can only do so much to fill the vacancy of a mother-figure for Mateo and he often wonders, just how it would be if Mateo did have a mother-figure in his life. Though he was still too young to understand it now, eventually he will question why he doesn’t have a mother like other kids his age.

Until that day comes, Toru will be his mother and father and will do his best to explain the situation when Mateo is old enough. He won’t hide anything, but he will do his damn best to protect his son from anything and everything.

He had to learn everything from beyond scratch about being a single parent. He knew nothing about babies, let alone raising one of his own.

Toru began to panic and doubt himself a few days before Mateo’s birth. Unpleasant thoughts began to plague his mind. Could he really take care of this baby by himself? What does it mean for his volleyball career? Maybe it is best to put the baby up for adoption?

But the moment Mateo was placed in his arms in a separate room away from his mother in the hospital, he knew he could not turn his back on this baby.

His baby.

He no longer cared to plead for Lucia to stay, to reconsider for the sake of their child.

He actually wanted her to leave for good and to have no part in their lives.

It was going to be them two from here on.

“Your noo – noodles will over cook at this point…”

Toru blinked, seeing that he completely ignored the pot of ramen that was overly boiling. “Oh shoot!” He quickly turned off the stove and glanced at Y/n who was holding Mateo in her arms as they both looked at him with the same confused look.

“You might be right, it’s a little over cooked.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulder and turned her attention to Mateo. With a smile, she muttered at the baby, “it’s okay, I like soft ramen.” As if Mateo knew what she meant, he smiled widely at her.

Toru smiled too, his heart soft like his ramen at the sight of his son and Y/n smiling.

.

Y/n leaned back against her seat groaning. “I’m so full.”

She thought he was only making home cooked food, turns out he ordered other food, and it was delivered. Toru’s family size kitchen table was filled with a different dish.

“Why did you get so much food?” She complained she was full but continue to keep adding to her plate.

Toru held a sleeping Mateo in his arms and ate with one hand, “well, I didn’t know what you like so I got a variety of things.”

“Toru, if you knew me – you would know I’ll never say no to food, any type of food.” She bites into a piece of batter squid and lets out a sigh, “this is so delicious too.”

“I would like to know more about you.”

Y/n blinks, letting that sink in.

Toru can see the cogs in her head spinning fast. “I mean as in a friend,” he paused, “again. I want to be your friend again. If you allow…” His heart began to pound when she set her chopsticks down. “Please – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this – “

“Whatever happened between us years ago, it’s in the past. I don’t hate you.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “I – I’m glad… you’re bringing this up because I – I didn’t know how to…” she inhales, “I won’t ask why I was a bet, but I do want to know if you ever regretted it?”

Toru’s eyes pierced through hers with nothing but remorse in them. He’s been looking at her with the same eyes since the day she reconnected with him. He nodded his head. “Yes,” he whispered, “every day.”

“I forgive you.” Y/n said in a heartbeat. She smiled softly, “so, let that burden go.”

They were simple words but meant everything.

As if the weight on his shoulder had finally lifted and Toru’s head dropped as he let out a deep breath. He set his chopsticks down to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered. He was a coward to run away to another country and pursue his career. Day after day, month after month, year after year, the burden only became heavier and heavier. He made no fuss about it because he truly believed he deserved any punishment and consequences for acting foolishly.

It was through time that he realized how much of an impact Y/n had made in his life in a short period of time. Her kindness touched his heart when he realized that that is all she ever offered him.

Even after all this time.

“Toru,” he looked up, “forgive yourself so you can be better and do better.” Her eyes drop to the deeply asleep baby in his arm, “do it for Mateo.”

And you, he said to himself.

“Okay,” he nodded, “please continue to eat, I didn’t mean to ruin the atmosphere.”

“I’m going to gain so much weight thanks to you.” She teased, “but I’m really full, I can’t even eat even if I want to.” She stares at him for split second, “thank you for dinner, everything was delicious.”

“Thank you for joining us,” Toru smiles at his son, “even if this guy is rude and slept during dinner.” He looked up and read the curiosity in her eyes.

For the first time, Toru isn’t ashamed to tell his story, his and Mateo’s story.

“Are you wondering where his mother is at?”

Y/n didn’t deny it. “Only if you feel safe to tell me.”

“Of course, I trust you.” He adjusted Mateo in his arm, “I was in a long-term relationship with his mother, her name is Lucia, and she is a pretty well-known model in San Juan. We both agreed and understood that our main priority was our careers.” He glanced down and rubbed the cheek of his son. “Mateo was not in either of our plans, and it scared the shit out of me when Lucia told me she was pregnant. I had no time to think about it and had to quickly decide either my career or my child.”

Toru remembered without hesitating, choosing his unborn child.

For weeks he had been contemplating his volleyball career, wondering if he had reached a stagnate point in his career or was he no longer happy playing volleyball?

He prayed for a sign, something to give him strength and guidance.

If Lucia announcing she is pregnant was the sign, Toru was going to choose it.

“I was ready to retire or take a long break from my career, but Lucia wasn’t on board, she was very clear that she didn’t want the pregnancy and I convinced her to not terminate the pregnancy and that I’ll take full responsibility of him.”

He looks up at Y/n and wonder how she could still look at him with the same soft eyes. He was so used to the disappointed look he forgot the warmth she made him feel. His closest friends didn’t approve of his decision, thinking it was best she terminated the pregnancy so neither of them are tied down.

But Toru was firm on his decision.

“For the entire pregnancy she remained out of public eyes and out of work,” he opted out of disclosing how he had paid a hefty amount of money to support her lavish life during the nine months. Thankfully, Toru continued his career for another season and signed another contract with brand name sponsorships. “I checked in with her everyday to make sure the pregnancy was going well.” There were times Lucia wouldn’t respond to him, annoyed he was bothering her all the time when there was nothing new. “Mateo was born two weeks earlier but was the size of most newborns.”

Y/n asked the ultimate question, “and Lucia didn’t want anything to do with you two?”

Toru shook his head, no longer sad when asked that question. To be honest, he wasn’t sad, he was sad for his son. “No, she didn’t want him from the beginning and as soon as she could, she  demanded for a cesarean section to get him out of her.”

The broken-hearted look on her face hurt Toru. “Don’t be sad, it was honestly a blessing in disguise. She didn’t want to be in the same room with him and I’m glad. As soon as I held him in my arms, I promised it was going to be the two of us and we’ll be alright.”

“I’m proud of you, Toru.” Y/n quietly said heartfelt smile.

.

“Thank you for dinner and,” she lifted the bag in her hand, “sharing some of the leftovers.”

After their heart-to-heart talk, neither of them realized it was already close to 11PM. Y/n began cleaning up as Toru went to set Mateo down for the night.

Toru rubs the back of his neck, “no, thank you for joining us,” and for everything.

Silence stood between them, they spoken and off loaded some burden tonight but there were still many unspoken things between them.

She gazed at him, “I want you to know that I feel a lot better talking to you tonight.” She turned her heels and Toru called her name.

Looking over her shoulder, she waited for him to speak. He held his breath before barely whispering, “can I hug you?”

Her eyes widen for a second before smiling. She set her bag down and walked into his open arms, her arms wrapping around his waist tightly.

It was only a few seconds but felt like a long hug.

A much-needed hug for two broken people.

Y/n pulled away, her cheeks tinted pink as she rushed to grab her good and slip her shoes on. “I’ll s – see you around. Have a good night.” She opened his door and froze when she saw the tall figure waiting at her door, staring straight at her with the same wide eyes. “Woojin?”

“What are you doing over there?” Woojin stepped forward and froze, narrowing his eyes.

“Do you know him?” Y/n looked over her shoulders, seeing Toru staring straight at Woojin.

The atmosphere is tense and to add to that, she heard Mateo’s cry at a distance. “Go – I know him he’s… a friend.”

Toru looks down at Y/n, “you sure?”

“Of course.” She pressed a hand against his chest, forcing him back into his unit before closing the door. She turned to Woojin before walking to her unit to open the door, silently telling him to enter.

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Do you write for non-sexual age regression? If so could you do shirabu kenjirou from haikyuu with caregivers from the shiratorizawa teem?

Little!Shirabu X Caregiver!Goshiki X Caregiver!Semi

A/N: I do indeed write for non-sexual age regression, feel free to ask! This kinda turned into a shirabu x goshiki x semi instead of the whole team 😅 so so sorry. This little oneshot is being written on my phone, I lost the charger to my laptop so bear with me on any mistakes or weird formatting, thank you for requesting and I hope you like it!

Warnings: Slight angst

Characters: Little!Shirabu, Daddy!Semi, Papa!Goshiki

Shirabu had never been more mad at himself.

He internally said every bad word in his mind as he knelt on the gyms bathroom floor, tearing apart his backpack trying to locate his emergency paci and blanket. He bit back his whimpers as he tried to see past the tears welding up in his eyes as he finally gave up, guessing they were still at home, and sat back against the stall, letting the tears fall.

He would never say it outloud but he has had a shitty day. On top of being late to school, missing morning practice then not being able to toss up a single good set, all the stress and anger from the day finally crashed on him during their afternoon practice. That’s how he found himself sitting on the bathroom floor after he made a quick excuse about his stomach bothering him. Now he just wanted forehead kisses and cuddles with his favorite people.

He shakily reached for his phone, pulling up his group chat with his Daddy and Papa, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in his their arms, free of the stress of the day. He was still old enough to be able to type out semi-sentences seeing as his regression never really goes lower than 6

Bu-Bear🐻: Daddy?

He wiped his runny nose on his jumper sleeve, smiling to himself slightly as he tried to envision the chaos that would come once his trusty caregivers realized their precious boy was in little space alone away from them.

Daddy Semi🤴🏼: Kenji? Baby what’s wrong??

Papa Shiki💇🏻: BU-BEAR?! ARE UOU OKDY?!

He giggled softly at his papas texts, misspelled due to his silly worrying.

Bu-Bear🐻: mm ‘kay. In gym bafroom, ddnt mean to but slipped..

He rubbed his nose again, wincing at the slight sting as his ears picked up the quick footfalls, he instantly knew who they were, not even bothering to contain himself as he crawled out of the stall he was hiding in.

Semi and Goshiki realized they probably frightened their teammates as they stood and ran off toward the bathroom, ignoring Tendo’s calls of ‘where’s the fire?’

Goshiki reached Shirabu first, instantly picking him up and setting him in his lap, his arms holding him close in a protective manor. Shriabu latched his hand onto his shirt, clutching tightly as he let more tears fall, nuzzling his nose into Goshikis neck as Semi rubbed a large warm hand over his back.

After a bit of silence, simply holding the boy as he cried, Semi finally spoke up, “Are you gonna tell us what happened, little dove?” He spike softly, his deep voice breaking Shirabu out of his mini cry session. He adjusted himself as he turned in Goshikis lap, looking at his Daddy with his red puffy eyes.

“I swipped and don’t know where fwoppy or dinki is..” he mumbled to them, Goshiki pressing soft kisses to his head to keep him calm. Semi mumbled a small curse, knowing how bad this drop was seeing as he had none of his helpful items. No Floppy the stuffed rabbit or Dinki the pacifier proved to be a rough slip for Shirabu.

“Aww our poor little boy. Daddy’s so sorry, pumpkin. I bet you miss them, huh?” He said, gently cupping one of Shirabu’s tear stained cheeks as he nodded.

“Well we can’t go get them but how about we get you cleaned up, go tell your uncles what happened and we will take you out for a treat for being such a brave boy?” Goshiki said, rubbing Shirabu’s tummy under his shirt, the odd little movement always did wonders to calm him down.

The little nodded his head, knowing his daddy and papa would look after him, putting all his trust into them to make his decisions for him. “Please..” he mumbled, whining softly as Goshiki stood with him, Semi grabbing his things behind them.

He gave a small smile as they stepped back into the gym, coming face to face with the rest of their worried team. Hell even Ushijima stood with a worried look on his usually stoic face. He was lost in playing with the bottom strands of his papas hair as he and his daddy explained to the rest of the team about what happened.

He zoned back in as he was set on the ground, his Papa helping him gather his stuff before he laced their fingers together, leading him out to the rest of their team that was waiting outside. Semi grabbed his free hand, pressing a kiss to his cheek, the whole team smiling at the sound of his now happy giggles as their hands swung.

Shirabu knew then that even without his safety items, he was going to be a-okay. Here In the middle of his daddy and papa, with his precious uncles beside them lightening the mood for them, he was in the safest place his little self could be.

Albert Blithe NSFW HCs

Summary:

Pairings: Albert Blithe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, mentions of WW2, use of the word ‘pussy’ stfu it’s a warning to me, unprotected sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX 😤), mentions of pregnancy

Requested By: @ghoulsister1 Hope its what you wanted :)

Oh boy

We’re gonna talk about your first time but ill touch basis on small things too

The first time you two fucked this poor baby was a nervous wreck

He was a virgin and I BELIEVE IN SOFT ALBERT SUPREMECY

It was the night before he had to leave for boot camp, you two spent the whole day together, what better way to end it.

You two had a long talk beforehand about each of your likes and dislikes, well you did most of the talking, he sat there adorably blushing

Once the night began to close and you two found yourselves in your room was when it hit him what was about to happen

He was nervous but with your lips slowly trailing down to his neck he seemed to forget exactly what he was nervous about to begin with

Neither of you believed he would last long, the whimpers that fell from his lips as you moved your hand over the obvious tent in his pants only growing more and more desperate

Now that’s not to say he didn’t make sure you were feeling your top pleasure

He would never admit it out loud but his friends did give him some ‘tips’ about the night

And classic good boy fashion he made sure he gave just as well as he took

He relished in your moans as he slipped his fingers under your skirt, the tips of his fingers moving like a ghost over your clothed pussy

He could feel himself twitch nonstop in his pants, wondering what the warmth of your pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers

He’s a careful boy, taking his time to properly stretch you out, plus he wanted to see how loud his fingers could make you

Time was like a blur to him, soon finding both of you under the covers, your skin touching his as you two looked at eachother with love

You two had a long talk about whether or not you two wanted to be safe about it but you both knew there was no one else for you so the thought of pregnancy wasn’t scary to you.

and as morbid as it was, if he were to not come home you wanted a piece of him to cherish forever.

He promised himself he’d never forget the way you looked when he finally pushed himself inside of you, his forehead resting against yours, your skin glowing as you welcomed the pleasure he gave you

Once he got in a rhythm, you practically saw stars

He wasn’t small so he was touching places inside you that you didn’t even know were there

Both of you were sure your neighbors would resent you for the rest of their lives, you weren’t too loud but your voice definitely traveled through the thin walls

Bliss was all you could experience

In that moment, wrapped up in his arms, in such a vulnerable and intimate way you almost didn’t want to let him leave the next morning

He sounded beautiful

I don’t think he’d be a moaner but he’d definitely give some grunts and groans that sound so lovely in your ear

He can tell when you’re close, the way your hand tightened on his bicep and your legs tighten themselves around his waist

He’s right there with you, his eyes shut as his head falls to muzzle into your neck, giving a few more thrusts before he spills inside you, both of you letting out a few more moans as you basked in the warmth of both your releases mixing inside you

There wasn’t much talking afterward, there didn’t need to be.

He cleaned you up, provided you with love and affection in his on quiet little way before he laid next to you, holding you close and praying to whatever power up there that he would make it back to you and, he hopes, his child.

Fandoms don't hate poc. They hate heterosexual characters.

White women sent hate tweets to John Boyega because he didn't like their I Can Fix My Pet White Boy ship and then cried misogyny when he rightfully called them out on it. The erasure of Finn's character is largely ignored, or it's weaponized in their arguments that RoS was bad when what they actually care about is that Reylo got sunk and Kyle died.

White Voltron fans treated Allura like garbage, and talked over and ignored black girls and women who were uncomfortable with their Space Mommy headcanon. Klance shippers constantly erased her, and Sheith shippers either ignored her or performatively shipped her with Lance—a character they hated and loved to tear down, incidentally—to get her out of the way of their precious Wife Husbandry ship. Even now, her appalling death and Montgomery and Dos Santos's equally appalling indifference to it are ignored in favor of whining about fanon ships. (Klance shippers also frequently exotified both Keith and Lance with Korean and Latino stereotypes to make them sexier, incidentally, and created an entire AU around this after Season 7.)

White Starfire fans and Dickbabs fans alike sent racist harassment to Mame-Anna Diop when she was cast in the role on Titans, and fans are more interested in Raven and the pasty Batman characters than in either Kory or Gar (both of whom are played by nonwhite actors). The show repeatedly mistreats and sidelines both of those characters—two actual Titans, the team the show is supposed to be about—and fandom largely ignores this.

A vocal subsection of the Fire Emblem fandom erases the personalities and goals of the PoC from Three Houses, insisting that they are a hive mind who hate all white people and can only be shipped with each other, and ignore the fact that Claude‚ the only non-white main character, is biracial in favor of arguing that he actually hates all white people when his canon goal is to bring people together. This subsection of fandom regularly harasses fans of color who don't fall in line with this.

Brian W. Foster, a white man formerly associated with Critical Role, QRT’d a woman of color who criticized the show’s Campaign Three intro to childishly mock and dismiss her concerns. This led to his 183k+ followers dogpiling and harassing someone who was offering genuine, rational critique, with a wide variety of slurs thrown at her. His apology was half-baked and generic and made no reference to the specific person whom he used his platform to attack.

And Yennefer of Vengerberg is repeatedly erased and ignored in a show where she is unquestionably the female lead. Her actress, Anya Chalotra, received racist harassment bad enough for her to leave social media, and the character is torn down by fandom so that fans can fawn over—you guessed it!—their white faves.

Characters of color are disdained, warped, erased, infantilized, hypersexualized, and conveniently "have no chemistry" with the white characters. The fans of color are talked over, ignored, harassed, dismissed, or otherwise have their opinions used as a cudgel when they fit a white fangroup's narrative.

Fandoms. Hate. People. Of color.