#I keep walking away to calm the fuck down and then I get reminded randomly

[carlostck]

Every time I open tumblr I am reminded of the new trailer and the endorphins hit me like a semi-truck

My body cannot physically contain this much joy I am going to explode and I keep trying to tell my brother about it but it just comes out as incoherent babble as I convulse vigorously

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CHAPTER SEVEN - TOJI

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Within the next few minutes, I’ll be dead. I knew this the moment I saw that blue-eyed freak reappear after when I thought I killed him. Fucking sorcerers and their cursed technique bullshit. Maybe I was too confident thinking I would win the second time. I doubted myself at first, but then I calmed down… No. 

 I was just too confident.

 A world like this wasn’t meant for a monkey like me. I was born into a fucked up family that treated me like shit because I didn’t have any cursed technique. The scar on my lip reminds me of it every day. I got over it, though. I accepted this was my faith. I served my purpose, and it was time for me to go.

 Still, I can’t help but wish I made it out alive. That I had a little bit more time. 

 “Nah,” I replied, vaguely. 

 How am I supposed to answer some cliché question like that? 

 Any last words?

 Why would I tell him that? 

 Tell him about the thoughts and images that’s in my head.

 Tell him that I had a wife who I actually saw some good in me. Good enough to get pregnant and raise a kid together. Tch, me? Toji Fushiguro? A husband and father? I never thought I would live to see the day. And of course, it didn’t last long. 

 My wife died because of an incurable sickness. I never felt pain before. Not when I’m standing here with half my body blown off. Not when my family tortured me. But the day she died, I felt pain. I didn’t cry. I just felt empty. Felt like I had no reason to be decent anymore. How was I supposed to raise a kid by myself? 

 She told me I was going to be okay. 

 I wasn’t okay. 

 I’m a fucked a person.

 A fucked up father.

 . . . I was never made to be a fucking dad. Me selling my son to my family is better than what I could’ve done for him. It wouldn’t make any difference if I was or was not in his life because I would never be good enough to be a father. . . A person. . . But I met. . . Her.

 In my final moments, I think of my late wife, my son, and—

“Dad!” Megumi’s deafening voice wakes me up. “It’s almost five. We have to go to the store.”

  What the…

 What the fuck was that? 

 Lately my mind has been clogged with thoughts and what feels like memories I used to have. Could never decipher them, but that dream was probably the clearest I had. 

 Me being on the verge of death (wouldn’t be the first time), apparently being killed by some blue-eyed fuck. Giving Megumi away to the Zen’in Family? Like fucking hell. I would endure the shit they put me through every day for the rest of my life knowing it would keep my kid safe. I just don’t understand these dreams I’ve been having.

 Are they signs? Is my judgment day coming where I would have to atone to my sins? Some bad shit about to happen to me? Megumi? I don’t fucking know. 

 I don’t care for karma. I don’t care for faith, destiny, or any of that manifestation bullshit. But I do believe in purpose, and sometimes I feel like I don’t have any. That there isn’t any.

 I’m a dad. For what? To fail my son. I was a husband, had my flaws but shit, I tried. And for what? To lose her only after being parents together for eight years? It was unexpected. Nature calling, and at the moment, I never hated whatever fucking god above so much because they took her away from me. 

 From me and Megumi.

 Please take care of Megumi.

 It’s like I can hear her lecturing me about all the times I had our kid eating take out or having him walk home alone from school. 

 Take care of Megumi. . . Yeah, I’m trying.

 I have to do better.

 I need to.

 The little purpose I have is left for him.

 “If you can’t go anymore, can you at least give me the money so I can go by my-”

 “No,” I interrupted, clearing my throat. “No, let’s go. Sorry, kid. Your old man was dozing off.”

 Here’s another thing about being a parent. Being around other parents who force small talk while their kids go off and buy shit. Because we’re parents, that means we have to share funny stories and randomly show baby photos to people you don’t even fucking know. Why? I don’t know, but I bet the mom next to me that has been talking my ears out for the past fifteen minutes could tell you.

 Having Megumi as my kid means he’s going to have most, if not some, of my traits. One of them being how much of a loner I am that appreciates his space. After my failed attempt to walk around with the kid to maybe have some father-son bonding, I figured I just stand at a comfortable distance and let him do his own thing. 

 No pressure. I’m on his time. Not the other way around.

 Still, me standing alone was not a fucking invitation to talk to me.

 I respect women. I do, but I’m two seconds away from telling her to fuck off in the nicest way possible. 

 Though, I have a reason why she approached me to begin with. 

 How she’s invading my space, trying her hardest for me to look at her tits. The extra pout she gives her lips while talking to me. How she’s still asking me one off questions, despite my vague one word answers.

 She’s looking to get fucked, but she’s just too shy to say it. 

 Attractive for most part. Probably five-foot-ten, maybe in her late thirties. Strong perfume. Hair drops right below her jaw. 

 Hm, not my type. 

 “So, here’s another photo-”

 “Sorry, why are you showing me these again?” I abruptly asked. 

 “I—” she stumbles over her words, pushing her hair back while giving me a timid smile.

 “Seems like you had other reasons.”

 “Like?”

 I shrug. “To get fucked.” I can tell that my brute honesty throws her off a bit, but she gathers herself. 

 “Are you offering?”

 “No.”

 She’s probably taken back by my response. I wouldn’t know because I casually walked away to the next aisle. 

 Back in Tokyo, I gained attention, but in America? The women here look at me like I’m a fucking piece of meat. Not that I don’t mind, but shit. 

 What would help if they didn’t waste both our time with trivial chit chat and just cut straight to the chase. 

 Anyways. 

 Told the kid I’ll be walking around the store if he needs me, and of course he replies with whatever . Like I should be surprised. 

 He’s my son, after all. 

 Pretty packed for a Tuesday night at the store. Guess all the parents are out buying their kids shit, too. While Megumi is getting his supplies together, figured I could go to the meat section to make dinner tonight. Probably hot pot for the kid and offal for me. 

  Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this parenting shit right. You know, letting Megumi be by himself to buy things while I roam around. Probably not because I see families throughout the store and they look happy, for the most part. 

 The look on their faces, the light conversations they’re having about who knows what. . . I can tell this is going to be one of those fucking nights for me. 

 Remember there was a point in my life where I was content with the small family I created. My wife. Megumi. Living in the shittiest apartment building back in Tokyo and barely making ends meet. 

 I came from a wealthy family. One of the wealthiest in Japan. I was supposed to be a silver spooned brat that was grateful to be born into money, only later to be beaten and emotionally abused, which eventually left me in the streets. 

 And you know after all the shit those Zen’in fucks put me through regardless of the amount of money I had access to, I’d always choose what I had with my wife and my strained relationship with Megumi. 

 But of course, any good that happens to me is only temporary. Can only imagine how long I have left with Megumi until he turns eighteen and moves far away from me if he decides to go to college. 

 Is it wrong for me to wish my kid would cut me some slack? Probably, but that’s not something I would ever ask him. Though, I can fucking admit that it stings how he addresses me has changed over time. 

 Daddy to Papa, now to Dad. Soon he’ll start being formal and shit by calling me father or even my first name. I guess I should be grateful he’s calling me anything at all. 

 Damn, if I liked alcohol, I would’ve said I need a drink right now. Maybe a few. Being in family settings makes me feel the emotion I hate feeling the most. Vulnerability . 

 It makes me feel weak, like I’m pitying myself. I don’t care for pity. I don't care to say I didn’t deserve to experience trauma. It happened. There’s shit I can do about it. No point for me to keep thinking about it. 

 It’s just hard when your son doesn’t even want to be seen with you in public to go school supply shopping. 

 I need to clear my head. 

 Already worked out twice today, and clearly that’s not working. Maybe some pussy. It’s been a while since I last had sex. Maybe I need…

 Y/N .

 Here I am again thinking about her at the most random fucking times. I said I need her. Would I ever tell her that?  Most likely not. 

 How can I tell a woman that I don’t know that I need her? To be around her and have her bubbly personality overshadow my grumpiness. To stare at her in dead silence and think how fucking pretty she is. How good she smells. How can I tell Y/N that? 

 She’s good company. 

 That’s all she is…

 Soon she’ll see I’m no good. 

  “Miss L /N told me you’ve been doing good in class, kid.”

 Been home with Megumi for about two hours now. School shopping is not fucking cheap, to say the least. My job pays well, but the cost of shit in America is still something I’m trying to adjust to, especially in comparison to Japan. 

 Megumi is the only reason why I haven’t gotten broke yet. 

 “Yeah,” he responds flatly.

 I stuff my mouth with a piece of meat. “Want to talk about it?”

 “Not really.”

 “Alright.”

 There goes that loud silence. 

 I continue, trying to keep conversation. “Food's good?” He nods. “Think you got everything you needed for school?”

 “Yes, Dad.” Annoyance fills his voice, making it very clear that I’m bothering him. 

 “Everything’s okay?” I asked. 

 “Can’t we just eat in silence? Why are you forcing conversation?”

 Oh.

 “Sorry, kid. Just trying-”

 Megumi pushes back his chair, standing up with his plate in his hand. “I’m going to my room. Thanks for dinner.”

 What the fuck am I doing wrong?

 I talk, he’s annoyed with me. I don’t talk, I feel like he’s being neglected again. Not sure if I’m giving Megumi too much space or just enough space, but it’s kind of fucking hard when I don’t how he feels. 

 When you come from an abusive family that doesn't know how to give or receive love, it passes onto you and potentially it’ll pass onto your child. 

 That’s what I’m trying to prevent. 

 I was scared as shit when my wife first told me she was pregnant. I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to be a dad? I don't know what it feels like to have one. But I knew I was going to be okay if I had her by my side.

  I’m a fucked up person. . . A fucked up father. 

 “Fuck, I need to take a walk,” I say to myself. 

 I get up to put the leftovers in the oven so I can finish later. Before I walk out the door, I tell Megumi I’m stepping out for a while and guess what he says? 

 Whatever. 

  Patience, Fushiguro. Patience.

  Be kind to yourself, Toji . That’s what Y/N told me the other day. I have messaged or contacted her at all since I got her number yesterday. Maybe I need to talk to her… see her… just for a little bit. 

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discussion question #3 — the more we see toji and megumi's relationship, struggles are shown between them. more so, on toji's part. do you think he should continue making small talk or allow megumi to come around whenever he's ready? looks like toji is afraid to let that happen because he doesn't want megumi to feel neglected. thoughts?

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

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The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

___

The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

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It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

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This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

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You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

____

You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

[edie-baby]

mr & mrs | liam lawson x reader

Summary: You and Liam were teammates at Hitech for 2021. You had the biggest crush on him, but you were sure he didn't see you as anything more than a little sister. But oh, how a few basic questions could uncover the truth between you.

Warnings: swearing, and I think that's it?

When you walked into work in the Hitech Grand Prix building this morning, you didn’t expect to be playing the fucking newlywed game with your crush. And if you’re being honest with yourself, crush is a light way to put it. You were head over heels for your F2 teammate and best friend, Liam Lawson. There was just something about the New Zealander that always had your heart racing, your legs buckling, and your stomach dropping.

So when you were directed into the garage for a ‘different background’ from other videos you had done with Liam, your stomach lurched. Here this gorgeous man was, in all his Kiwi glory, hair waxed back but falling out of place, jeans hugging the toned curves of his legs and ass and giving you a glorious view of his bulge, and the fucking blue sweater. The same blue sweater he had worn the last time the two of you did a video that had reduced you to a stuttering mess when you first saw him.

But now it is worse. So, so much worse. He was standing in a garage. Around cars, and tyres, and grease, and all of the inanimate objects you found so sinfully appealing, and he was just right in the middle of it looking like that. You just about turned around and walked right back out.

“Mighty Mouse! There you are. I was starting to think I’d have to be the brains and beauty of the operation.” Liam called once he spotted you, and suddenly you remembered why you had never tried making a move on him. He treated you like a little sister. Nicknames like ‘kiddo’ and ‘mighty mouse’ were a regular occurrence, and they never failed to make you squirm.

“Well, you struggle to be anything but the brawn, and I think I’m even starting to overtake you there.” You teased, pushing yourself to stay casual, platonic, familial. There was so much opportunity to flirt with him, but the few times you had tried were brushed off, so you had given up many moons ago.

“Ouch Princess, that hurts.” Liam mocked, his hand cradling his chest and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to fall asleep against his chest, curled up after a rough night of-

“Who’re you calling princess, princess?” You shot back, cutting your thoughts off before they continued developing and became an issue. Liam laughed, his arm slung around your shoulder while the two of you walked over to the team that were in charge of running your activity for the afternoon.

“Ok, I don’t know if you guys have heard of it, but this game is called Mr and Mrs, one of you will have a whiteboard and wear headphones while the other tries to guess what the answers to the questions you’re writing down are. Make sense? Ok, great, let’s do an intro and go from there.” One of the guys explained quickly, and you began having flashbacks to an awful 80s game show called The Newlywed Game, and blushed profusely. Having you and Liam in a video titled ‘Mr & Mrs’ was sure to get the fans going, and you couldn’t blame Hitech’s PR plan.

You and Liam settled into the wheely chairs from the office next door, Liam positioning himself in frame of the camera and fixing his stupidly perfect hair when you came barreling toward him with your chair, legs tucked up high so you didn’t cop a chair arm to the knee. Liam screeched when you finally hit him, almost toppling off the chair in surprise while you spun slowly, laughing freely as you did so.

Liam looked over at you, your head thrown back in carefree laughter, the yellow sundress that covered your body made you look radiant, and he was sure he had never seen a sight so beautiful before. Your laughter calmed down, and as you looked over at him, he couldn’t help but send you a lovestruck smile, his eyes dopey with admiration. You blushed slightly, laughing as the team asked if you could do the intro again, but actually introduce what you were doing.

Liam slid out of the frame, and you followed his movements as you could tell a fierce battle was about to commence. Kicking off the ground with force, you tucked your legs up onto the chair again, spinning into Liam so fast, you couldn’t actually see his face before you crashed into him. The two of you exploded in laughter again, laughter and smiles were common between you, and Hitech’s Instagram was full of photos and videos of you and Liam smiling at each other, or doubled over in laughter, clutching onto each other.

“Hi, I’m Liam Lawson, and this is Y/N, we drive for Hitech in Formula 2.” Liam began once you had slowed down your laughter. He kept a firm grip on the arm of your chair, holding you close and still, as your chair really liked spinning around.

“And we’re here to play Mr & Mrs, another game in our long series championship to see who the better teammate is.” You finished, gesturing to yourself subtly, but Liam caught it and pushed your chair away jokingly. As much as you loved the man and wished you could be more, you wouldn’t give up this relationship you have with him for something that might work.

MR & MRS | EDIE-BABY

“Liam, what is Y/N’s favourite colour?” The same guy from before asked, one who Liam still didn’t recognise due to the facemask and hat he was wearing. Nevertheless, he held up a whiteboard where the question was scribbled in messy writing, three multiple choice answers written waiting for not only Liam’s, but also your answer. You had airpods in your ears, connected to the blaring music playing from one of the Hitech employees’ laptops, a whiteboard in your hand that you quickly scribbled out an answer to.

Liam looked over at you, holding the whiteboard to your chest protectively so he wouldn’t cheat, but there was really no way that he could.

“It’s not an answer listed here, but her favourite colour is a light brown. She always says it calms her down because it reminds her of a cafe she went to once back home.” Liam spoke, watching you as he answered. You didn’t hear a word he was saying, bopping your head along to the 2000s hits pumping through the earphones. Liam pulled one of them out, his head nodding over to the camera while you proudly turned the board around, thinking you had gotten one over on Liam.

“My favourite colour is light brown, because it reminds me of the Brew Cafe in my hometown, and it brings a really nostalgic and calm feeling.” You stated, watching the faces of the employees morph from business to shock. You looked over at Liam, who had a smug smile on his face while he listened to your answer.

“There’s no way you could have known that!” You protested, glaring accusingly at the dirty blonde. He laughed in response, and you couldn’t have felt happier in any given moment. Not even the top step of the podium could compare to the warmth spreading in your chest. Little did you know, Liam was feeling the exact same way.

“Y/N earphones back in, Liam your next question. What is Y/N’s favourite song at the moment?” The same guy asked, yet this time there were no multiple choice answers. Liam’s eyes widened, turning to look at you to think of any songs he had heard blasting from your speakers or earphones recently, or something that you had ranted excitedly to him about. He spoke to himself, mumbling about artists and songs he could remember falling from your lips. You twirled a piece of hair around your finger, thinking about the answer to the question, when suddenly it hit him.

He had to wait a few moments as you were slowly writing down your answer, still not 100% sure of yourself. It was only after you had taken an earphone out that you jumped, furiously rubbing out the answer on the whiteboard and writing a new one, looking much more satisfied with the new answer. The team counted down, and as Liam spoke, you almost dropped the whiteboard.

“Feeling Something Bad by Ellise. She’ll start singing it randomly when she concentrates, which is usually a giveaway to what songs she's been listening to recently.” Liam said his answer so confidently that it made you feel as though you were inferior because he knew your favourite song and it took you a decent minute to think of it. Liam got another point as he had gotten two of your answers right, and you were starting to feel competitive.

“Alright Liam, who does Y/N get along with best in the F2 paddock? Oscar Piastri, Dan Ticktum, or you?”

“Oh, oh. Well, she hangs out with Oscar a lot, but I don’t know if she would say they get along better than we do? Like, she’s closer with Oscar but we get along best, if that makes sense? I don’t think it does. I’m gonna say Oscar because I don’t want to be rejected, but I really hope I’m wrong and that she says me.” Liam rambled, finally deciding on Oscar, and when you were told to turn your board around, Liam’s heart sank a little. You had written Oscar, and as you began trying to defend yourself, Liam waved it off and laughed to hide the disappointment in his eyes, but you could see it clear as day. You tried to move on like he did, to keep playing the game like you didn’t hurt her best friend and crush.

You began trying to cheer the Kiwi up, dancing along to the songs playing, and occasionally belting out the chorus. He was laughing along, finally joining you to sing when you were screaming the lyrics to Promiscuous, dancing all around the garage and trying to pull him up around with you. While you were dancing with some of the employees off camera, being recorded for Instagram, Liam was still in frame of the main camera, a fond smile on his face, and anyone who had looked at him could see that he was completely and utterly whipped for you, but you were too caught up in Nelly Furtado to see it yourself.

It was your turn to answer questions now, passing Liam the whiteboard that had a little love note written on it.

I’m going to crush you.

You wrote, and Liam thought it was adorable how competitive you got in trivial games like this, but it always made him try even harder just to give you some semblance of a battle.

“Y/N! How old was Liam when he started karting?” The guy you had begun to think was not an actual Hitech employee asked. The three ages to choose from scribbled on the whiteboard. You studied them for a moment, and could see Liam in the corner of your eye writing out his own answer.

“He was seven, because I remember him telling me that there’s regulations in New Zealand that you can’t race go-karts competitively until you’re seven and then won the race.” You explained, remembering the story he had told you easily, it was one of your favourites, purely because of the joy on Liam’s face when he recounted it.

He turned the board around, showing the exact answer you had given, and he gave you a cheeky smile in response to your silent gloating about getting a point. There was nothing cuter in his eyes than you getting so worked up about a game.

“What is Liam’s pre-race superstition?” Before the board with the question and possible answers came up, your mouth blurted out the answer you already knew all too well.

“He gets in the car from the left.” You practically yelled, and Liam looked at you with wide eyes, not hearing your words but seeing the excitement at knowing the answer.

“How did you know that?” One of the Hitech PR asked as her main priority was to stir up more rumours about the two of you, as it was always good for the team’s press.

“Because I’m just as superstitious about getting in from the right side, so when he found out, he asked the team if we could switch around how our cars are placed in the garage so that we could meet in the middle, do our little ritual, and then get in the car from there.” You explained, watching as Liam wrote down his answer with no idea of the words you were saying.

When Liam turned the board around, he explained the exact same story you had, and you giggled when he finished, showing off a proud smile before putting the pieces together that you had already run the same spiel.

“It’s quite cute that the two of you explain things using basically the same words.” That same PR lady stated. And you almost rolled your eyes, almost. But you caught Liam blushing slightly, and a small, stupid part of you began jumping up and down, because not only did someone think your relationship with Liam was cute, but he blushed at that.

“It happens when you spend so much time with someone. I’ve started picking up Kiwi slang, and he’s learning some of my slang. You don’t realise it until you say something to someone when he’s not there and they’ve got no idea what I mean. It’s so normal for Liam to always be by my side, and me by his that when I’m with other people it feels weird.” You started on a ramble, something you were known for. And then just would… not… fucking… stop. The press officer looked satisfied, but as you had finally gotten your mouth to stop moving, you were scared to look over at Liam.

“Whenever she’s not within arm’s reach, I feel like I’m missing something.” Liam spoke quietly, and you gulped as you heard his words. The man was going to kill you, surely. This little production crew didn’t give a shit about your blossoming romance though, as they hurried you through to the next questions. You and Liam barely looked at eachother, your answers shorter and much more vague than they were before. You just wanted to get out of this chair and go freak out in an empty office somewhere.

“Well, the winner of this round is Liam, which means he has officially overtaken Y/N in the Hitech championship. How do you guys feel about this one?” The producers asked. You would usually have felt a bit of a blow to your chest finding out you had been beaten in two ways, but you truly couldn’t think of anything except your proximity to Liam.

“I think we found out a lot, and I’m glad to finally be ahead in the championship. I think it’s the only time I’ll ever be able to beat Mighty Mouse in anything.” Liam chuckled, reverting back to your ‘little sister’ nickname because he felt like the distance would help him process his emotions.

“Hey, you already beat me in height, age, and supercar experience, you gotta let me have something.” You whined, you looked over at Liam with a pout and puppy eyes, unintentionally making his heart pound out of his chest.

“Well you’re the cuter one of the team, and you’re a hell of a lot smarter than me, so I’d say you’re winning enough. Plus you’re higher up in the drivers standings than me.” Liam replied, leaning closer to stare into your eyes, barely two inches between your faces, you blinked slowly, afraid that any sudden movements would scare him away.

His large hand reached up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, then coming to rest at the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw.

“I don’t think you realise what you do to me.” You mumbled, leaning forward very slightly to nudge your nose against Liam’s. His breath hitched, eyes boring into your soul in a way that made you freeze.

“It can’t be any worse than what you do to me. Looking as beautiful as you do, all I want to do is hold you, keep you close, show you off to the world, and I want to call you mine. I want to take you home and show you around my hometown, I want to introduce you to my parents, to take you to parties with my friends, I want to curl up in your apartment watching Harry Potter movies, and I want to dance around the kitchen with you at 2 in the morning making pancakes. I want to live my life with you.” Liam confessed, and for a few moments, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

You lurched forward, balling your fists up in that stupid blue sweater and pulling him closer. Liam’s eyes closed instinctively as your lips met, the coconut lip balm you applied before you came into the office was shared on your tongues, Liam’s exploring your mouth with vigor. You had never imagined him to be this passionate, this intense. But you had no complaints, his hands tugging you forward until you fell onto his lap, legs slotting in beside his own to straddle him on the wheely chair.

You broke away for a moment to catch your breath, eyes surveying every square inch of Liam’s face to commit it to memory. He truly was a gorgeous man, and you hoped you would get to see him like this many more times to come. He caught the look in your eyes and dove back into your lips, his teeth capturing your bottom lip in a bruising grip, a whimper escaping your lips before someone clearing their throat interrupted you.

“I guess we have everything we need for the video. Thanks you two.”

[wornoutmouse]

Ayo... DOM! Deku with a choking and overstim kink. Like the baku AND DekuSquad both thinks that the reader leads the relationship and is top in bed cuz the difference in personalities and PDA. But the reader just goes along with it cuz she knows that it’s the exact opposite and she wanna get fucked fucked. So in the end the next school day they see the reader limping to school and Deku smiling cheeky. Bro Deku makes me😩 May you do a request to that? It’s ok if you won’t 😊

Question of the Day: What nicknames do y'all find not cringy during a steamy moment?

Cursing, squirting

It wasn’t your fault that people viewed you as the one in charge when it came to the sexual side of you and Izuku’s relationship. You were naturally more energetic and rivaled Bakugou in the terms of attitude and prowess, meanwhile, Deku was one of softer energy. Always smiling awkwardly and blushing at every little joke and jab. Very few people have seen Deku in his prime when he is focused on a goal and will do anything to get there. This attitude graciously carried over to his love life, something you were faithfully reminded of on one faithful day.

As usual, You, and the usual majority of class 1-A sat around each other during lunch. Deku being the nerd he was, sat leaning against you while writing something in his notebook, dusting it every so often when the wind blew flowers off the tree above you. An ethical argument between Mineta and Denki is what started the whole ordeal.

“What do you mean, Mineta?! Deku is totally the submissive one in his and Y/n’s relationship, no doubt about it!” Mineta shook his head adamantly. “I’m telling you, dude, it’s the super nice ones you have to worry about.” Denki gasped, offended, “I can’t believe you are saying this right now, have you no shame!”

Jirou rolled her eyes as she had no choice but to listen to the boy’s stupid conversation. “You do know Y/n is sitting right here right?” Based on the wide look on both of their eyes, they did not in fact realize that. Quickly looking at each other with narrowed features they dig in their pockets in order to retrieve their wallets. “20 bucks that say Y/n is topping Deku.” Mineta scoffed, “40 says you’re wrong.” they both shake on it before scooting closer to you. “So Y/n, which one of us is right.”

Looking between the two boys you open your mouth to answer the truth until you feel Deku shift his weight. He was looking at you, everyone was looking at you, all eager to hear who was right. A hand placed subtly on your back makes your smile widen, for a different reason than everyone else would guess. “Well, I can’t exactly say Denki is wrong, but I can’t say that he’s right.”

The blond whines in annoyance, “Oh come on what does that even mean!?!” While his attention is distracted, Mineta snatches the money from his hands, “That means you’re wrong now pay up.” Denki snaps out of his stupor in order to chase after his smaller classmate, “No the hell it doesn’t!” Now, with everyone’s attention being distracted to the slapstick comedy the two ensue, you realize that the hand you previously felt is gone. Deku is back to scribbling away in his notebook, giving you a false sense of relief.

“Man, Snipe is so aggressive when it comes to history!” Kirishima slouches in his chair knocking Bakugou’s hand as he eats out of a Yogurt cup. “Watch it shitty hair!” is the usual response, as the class congregates together. Asui calls you over to show you something but Deku steps in front of you before you fully stand. “Y/n since we have free time right now, I was hoping you could come and help me with something real quick.” He scratched the back of his head and looked over your head.

On the outside, it was just Deku being shy Deku, nothing suspicious about the ever-present blush he always sported was in full bloom. But from your point of view, it was obvious there was a different intent behind those eyes. “We’ll be back guys.” Deku mutters a hand settled comfortably on your waist as you walk out the door. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jirou watching the two of you leave with an eyebrow raised.

Deku guided you down the school halls, thumb rubbing shapes into your side. He said nothing as you walked, only waving and making small conversation with any familiar face you two passed by. After a long time, you two reach an unfamiliar classroom that Deku curiously peeks inside of. “So what are we doing?” “You’ll see.” Deku ushers the two of you inside before closing and locking the door shut. The mood seems to shift almost immediately.

Deku has a lazy smile on his face as he tugs on his school tie, “So what was that conversation you and Kaminari were having earlier?” Your arms tingle with goosebumps, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.” While Izuku talked, his uniform coat is placed neatly on a nearby desk table, the sleeve of his collared shirt was rolled up and out of the way. “Yeah, I figured you would say that, that’s why I wrote it down to help refresh your memory.”

Deku sits down on a desk, motioning you over to him with a twitch of his fingers. A small notebook you hadn’t noticed till now was pulled from his back pocket before being flipped through. When you stood in front of him, his hand resumed its place on your waist so he could pull you much closer. “According to my notes, Kaminari and Mineta were debating on who was in charge of our relationship.” The more he spoke, the more aware you became of his fingers tapping randomly on your back, each touch tickled your spine, “And in response, you encouraged Kaminari’s theory that you were the one in charge.” Deku snapped the notebook closed with one hand before placing it on the other side of your waist forcing you to face him. “Is that right?”

You are silent when Deku’s scarred hands undo your shirt buttons from the bottom up. “I just thought it was interesting that your answer was different from what my memory recalls.” Izuku sucks in a breath when he sees your black lace bra. The fabric covering your chest conveniently hid the faded hickeys he knew he left 3 weeks ago. “Take this off for me?” The soft tone took you off guard making you pause confused as Deku gently tugged off your shirt and tie. He stands up folding your clothes as you fiddle with your bra straps. “I’m done?” You turn around to hand him your bra but squeak out in surprise when his hand grips your neck.

He keeps his hand there as he backs you up, forcing you to sit on the desk he was previously on. “I’m curious….” Deku trails off in his speech, using the time to kiss you deeply, hand never leaving your neck. “Since you are always the one in charge, I figure that maybe I should finally put in the work and make you feel good?” Deku pulls the chair from underneath the desk and sits down, legs spread. “Well, what are you waiting for, come here?” Your stomach flips as you slide off the table, the stale cool air of the classroom makes your skin prickle with goosebumps as Deku faces you the opposite way in order for you to sit comfortably in his lap.

“Deku what if we get caught?” You nervously glance at the classroom door, the lack of a peeking window putting you somewhat at ease. You were the only one exposed and if someone were to come through that door, they would see your half-naked body in all its glory. A hovering hand grabs the ends of your faux locs to pull your head back so he could whisper in your ear. “I’m sure they’ll understand that I’m just trying to pay you back for all my laziness.”

You bite your lips coyly. He was annoyed, you could definitely hear it now from his sarcastic remarks. But that didn’t make you regret your earlier choice, not one bit, and Deku knew that. The real excitement came from seeing how long it would last.

The gentleness returned when he grabbed your chest, massaging and pulling at them for his own enjoyment before releasing them in order to slide down your stomach. As expected he pinches the skin hard between his fingers and then releases before you even have enough time to complain.

“Just relax okay?” Deku places each of your thighs atop of his, successfully spreading your legs apart. You suppressed laughter whenever his fingers grazed your skin just lightly enough that it tickled, there was no need to give him a reason to be more upset. “Wearing briefs again today?”

Your pussy is palmed without restriction as deft fingers rub at the soft cotton protecting it. “Now how am I supposed to get to you now huh?” You knew the unspoken answer, and Deku knew you hated it as he clenched his fingers into the fabric until it ripped, “Oops.” You shook your head pouting at the unfair treatment, “Why do you always have to do that, now I have to be extra careful of my skirt!”

Strike one was raising your voice.

The touch was quick but still ever so stinging. Deku slapped your pussy in response before using his other hand to hold your neck, firmly tipping it up to the ceiling. “If you would have stopped wearing underwear entirely we wouldn’t be having this conversation, you know I like easy access.” The lack of visible reaction meant nothing since you could almost feel the blood rushed to your face. Deku kisses your neck determined to add marks that you could never hide. Your dark skin peppered with purple bruises while Izuku simultaneously rolled your skirt up to your waist.

You were already wet, the small nibbles here and there were enough for your clit to twitch excitedly as Izuku’s fingers danced around it. “Please touch me!” A warm chuckle vibrated from his chest at your desperate plea, “Calm down and relax Princess. I’ll get you where you need to be.” Deku continues to ignore your clit. His fingers, ever precise, slide between your folds in order to collect your arousal. The feeling adds some pleasure but only enough to make you more desperate. “Look at you.”

Deku observed your hips buck every whenever he got close to your clit. The small nerve swelling with blood and begging to be touched, and who would he be to deny that. It was heaven on earth when he finally put pressure on it. “Mhm!” His fingers combined with your wetness as extra lubrication provided the most pleasurable feeling. You wanted to clamp your legs shut and trap him there, but his much thicker thighs kept you wide open and on display.

Deku was never one to do anything half-assed, so while his fingers flicked and pulled at your clit, his other hand got to work. However, your twitching made you clench down whenever his finger barely pushed inside, “You gotta calm down baby, how else am I going to make you cum?” Soft soothing words made you just enough for him to push his index finger inside. Your cunt was tight, warm, and irresistible. The steady pump of his fingers has you closing your eyes as you relax against him like jelly.

Deku knew your pussy like the back of his hand at this point, every ripple, nook, and cranny he knew how to touch in order to make your toes curl. He adds another finger to the mixture, then another, and a fourth one until you are gushing around his digits and onto the floor. You were a slutty mess and no intelligible words could leave your mouth but “please” and “thank you”.

And while exhibitionism was one thing he had no problem with, Deku respected the fact that you would probably not be too keen to it. “You’re being too loud puppy.” Deku retracts his hand in favor of shoving his fingers in your mouth. You could taste yourself as he pushed them in further, rubbing it along your tongue as drool rolled down his forearm.

The sound of his finger fucking your pussy was wet and sticky, It took a large effort on his part to hold you against him every time your back arched away. “I’m cumming!” Your stomach contorted beautifully against his estranged wrist. “There you go.” Izuku kissed on the shell of your ear as you adjusted past your orgasms. “Are you done?”

You turn your head to kiss him, “Yeah..” He nodded, patting your cheek, “That’s good.” Izuku helps you stand up, helping you when you wobbled ever so slightly. You look at him unsure of the constant smile adorning his face, “Now what?” Izuku slouched a little bit more, “Now you get on your knees of course!”

You only have a moment to ponder what he said before a hand on your shoulder is forcing you down to your knees. It was quick enough for you not to feel the pain of your knees slamming down, but not quick enough to see the smirk crossing your initially sweet lover.

He was already hard as a rock when you pulled him out, cockhead with a steady stream of pre coming out the tip. You admired it with a small kitten lick around the edge, pleased when it bobs from your ministrations. “You are taking too long now put it in your fucking mouth.” Your head is pressed down less than gracefully and you are forced to open your mouth less his dick be smeared against your face.

Your mouth spreads as best it could while Deku sheathed all the way down to the base. He pulls out once again as if testing the waters before letting you up for a quick breath. “For someone in charge, you aren’t very good at this.” Deku uses a patronizing finger to wipe stray saliva off your chin before gripping your chin. “Maybe this will help you learn.” Using one hand Deku uses his cock to tap your mouth expectantly. Your mouth opens on reflex and his cock is pushed back in. Deku sighs with satisfaction, “Fuck, your mouth has always been good for this.” The tempo isn’t as bruising as it was in the beginning but it was still harsh.

Tears collected in your eyes ruining the mascara Momo had put on your eyes. Your throat burned from the constant friction and lack of air. “You hear that? This was what you should have said when they had asked you who was in charge.” Deku looked at you, his curly green hair covering his eyes as shook from his arm movement. “Look at those pretty lips.” Deku flinched after you swiped your tongue on the underside of his cock.

His voice sped up in the momentum and pitched in tone, “Y-You tryna make me cum fast huh!?” You bobbed your head faster despite the tight grip on your scalp trying to pull you away, “F-Fuck Y/n stop it!” Izuku’s voice caved and his hips jerked against your chin as he emptied his balls. You wipe your face with a large grin, brown eyes daring green ones. Izuku laughed, “You wanted this huh?” You don’t respond, skin tingling in the thought of what would come next. Deku stared at you, hands gripping his knees as his dick continued to spurt cum. “Fine.”

Deku stands up before dropping to his knees in front of you. Your calves are grabbed and raised until they are placed on his left shoulder. He slides inside of you with little to no resistance and you both groan at the intrusion. “I try to be nice to you.” Your neck is grabbed again with much familiarity, “But you always test my patience.” Deku leans over you to make sure you are listening. His eyes were a light green as sunlight cast itself inside of the classroom. The sound of your hips meeting is sloppy but neither of you are bothered by it.

You moaned as his abdomen rubbed against your clit the faster he went. “Deku!” Your voice is ragged and you’re practically wheezing at this point from the tight grip he has on every inch of your body. “Shut up.” He releases your neck and spreads your legs apart resting each on its respective shoulder. With entranced eyes Izuku watches you suck him in, sneering at how unintentionally greedy you were. The sound of spit startles you as it hits Deku’s cock before being pushed inside you.

You spasm at a particularly hard thrust, you didn’t know what it hit but your spine lit to flames each time it was grazed. “D-Deku!” You reach a hand out near any piece of skin you could reach, switching from his hands to his stomach. It was too much, the feeling of pleasure made it damn near impossible to think. Deku didn’t want you to think. Every time you seemed to think, you always caused him trouble. “I told you to be quiet.” Your mouth is covered almost completely by his hand only giving you the grace of air between his index and middle finger. You cum and you cum hard, so hard that Deku slips out and almost slips into your opposite hole.

Your leg is dragged back and Deku enters you again, this time only focused on himself. You feel him piston in and out of your cunt grunting obscenities as he closed his eyes with bliss. “Come on, I want one more like that. I need you to break for me.” In the distance, you hear the hour bell ring and the sound of students leaving their classroom. You have no energy to warn Deku, not that it would have mattered. Based on the pleasured look on his face and the heightened sound of his whines, the idea of getting caught only made him feel better. “I’m gonna, o-h fuck I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You let out a scream when a thumb finds your clit and your weak hands could do nothing to keep him from forcing another orgasm from you. “Don’t fucking run from it, cum for me puppy, oh god!” He covers your mouth to stifle your noises and that’s when the sensation begins.

The sensation is strange, it starts in your lungs like air before trickling down to your loins. The feeling of holding it back is painful but you still do it for only a moment of sanity. When it releases, it gushes like a waterfall, and for a moment you wonder if you had peed. When Deku feels it, he too is unable to hold back and finally cums inside of you with a reserved grunt when he realizes the danger of discovery.

Wasting no time and feeling no fatigue, Deku moves fast to find his own pants and shirt taking barely any time to pull your skirt down before giving you 4 minutes tops to learn how to breathe again. “Stand up.” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbow, “You could at least help a girl out after fucking me an inch of my life.” Deku shrugs, “Logically speaking you did this to yourself.” “Logically speaking I should shove my foot up your ass.”

On the way back to class, Deku took pleasure in watching you walk bowlegged. You of course didn’t share the sediment as you did your best to hold in any cum Deku graciously left behind. He opens the door for you and you walk in doing your best to walk right but the limp was clear and true. Bakugou looked bored, the rest had blushes on their faces as you struggled to sit down properly. Denki, of course, was heartbroken as he handed Mineta back his part of the bet. “I told you, dude, it’s always the silent ones.”

From the back of the class, Asui and Jirou shoot each other an impressed look as they eyes the dark lovebites traveling below your shirt collar.

[relax-and-read-on]

Corvus/Mortarion/Konrad- the throuple everyone expects to fall apart spectacularly but ends up being surprisingly stable and supportive? They’re all shy, wary of themselves interacting with others, scared of hurting people they know are already hurt too. Corvus reminding Konrad he can still be a good person after a vision while Mortarion is more experienced in what calms down a body after a seizure. Mortarion telling anxiety-riddled Corvus that she’s making the right choices and doing good, and he’s unmoving enough that she believes him. All of them having days sometimes where they don’t do as well and just need a while to hide away from everyone else, and Corvus making up the best excuses to get them out of things (and maybe straight up sneaking them out of a stressful meeting)

.... I NEVER tough of them like that but ohhhh fuck I might have a new OT3?!? Anon that's my 3 fav introvert!!!

Here here, a few HC for each of them in that triade

Mortarion

Will sometime walk to one of his partner lounging around and just. Stuff his face in their belly as if they were a cat. Its pure serotonin.

By far the tallest. Almost two heads above them. It make Corvus pout that's he's too tall to kiss without bending. Konrad just climb him like a tree.

Used to be incredibly insecure about sex and his body, until corvus threatened to wack him, and Konrad just asked what a dysphoria was and would he feel better if Konrad kill it??

Why is he dating two sneaky sneak. Why. They just freaking materialised at his side randomly, it used to jump scare him quite badly.

He has the easiest time with words, in that trouple. He was probably the first one to say "I love you". Corvus get too in her head, and Konrad straight up forget how to talk sometime.

He's working on medications to at least help Konrad control the physical side effect of his visions. When he told him of this project, Konrad almost cried.

He never feel bad for his respirator when around them. In fact, Corvus will often grumble and remind him to wear it. Konrad is very intrigued by it, and has a hard time not playing with the tubbing.

His poor sons. They have no idea what to do when a Raven guard gift them a bunch of feathers, or when a Night Lord drag in a corpse to share. They want!!! To make friends!!! Morty is nice enough to establish general legions cohabitations guideline.

He love playing with his partners hairs. Corvus has poufy, fluffy ones, that almost feel like feathers, and konrad ones (when clean!!) Are soft and silky.

Corvus

She has no idea how she pulled that one off. She got TWO boyfriends?!?! What.

Her and Morty LOVE to nerd out together. They get in one of their lab and get super!! Excited!!! About whatever project they are working on!!!

She is constantly cold, due to bad circulation. Having two boyfriend keep her warm~~

She adore that they are the least concerned people EVER about her physical appearance. She does get dysphoria sometime, and the blank look they give her when she voice her insecurity is weirdly validating

They all, collectively, have a pretty low sex drive, and that's ok. She does bring up some of the sex toys she built in the bedroom, and they are VERY interested.

Her son always called her "mother", but now her bf sons sometime call her that too?!? It's Sevatar fault, he started doing it first and all the Night Lords followed, and the Death Guards had a panicked moment and collectively decided to do it too. Kayvaan doubled down by calling the other legions members "step-brothers". She find it kinda funny tbh.

They more often than not spend time on her ship or on Deliverance. It's a nice neutral zone, not too dark or toxic.

Konrad

It's a very strange feeling, being around people that CAN fight him off and stop him if need be. It's reassuring.

Still does not like showers. Will tolerate them if someone is keeping him company in it.

It was very... Touch and go at first, sex wise. His partners had to be extremely patient with him. Many triggers were discovered in the early days.

LOVE kissing. He's the first one surprised by this. It's safe, intimate, and he never had really done it before. Will sneak ambush his partners to kiss them.

The furnace. As such, when they all sleep together, he become a shared living blanket on top of them.

His partners are so?? Understanding of his various weirdness?? They even get him things to stim with. It really pacify him a lot.

His hatred of clothes continue. Why do they exist. If there was less clothes, he could have skin to skin contact more often with his partners!! Yes it means that sometime, he start trying to strip them randomly.

Actually??? A rather funny guy????? Yes, his humour is kind of morbid, but in a safe situations, he's the most likely to joke around.

He's a cat. We established this. As such, he like to bring gifts. Corvus is very touched, there is a huge traditions of gift giving in her legion. Mortarion is very confused, and is trying to convince them to please stop bringing dead rat and birds in his lab he has sensitive samples-

[mythiccheroacademia]

— the little things they love about you

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕚’𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕞𝕝. 𝕡𝕥 𝟚 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟!  𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖

Shinsou Hitoshi:

he loves how much you appreciate the sky

when youre both on a walk, either in the midst of conversation or in comfortable silence, hitoshi always catches you looking up and thinking

whether it’s to look at the clouds or the stars, your eyes travel across the wide canvas above and all he can think about is how relaxed n ethereal you look doing it

you do this little smile and then look back at him and he has to quickly avert his eyes as if he wasn’t staring

people say your head tends to be in the clouds, but he knows it’s just bc you have an appreciation for the larger parts of life

it’s something small out of the 1000s of other things he adores about you but he wouldn’t change it for anything

Sero Hanta:

others may find it weird or annoying, but you always put that wide triangular smile on sero’s lips when you just randomly burst out into song

like yall will be sitting around in his room, studying, and all of a sudden you go,

“we be all night, LOVVVVVEEEEE” (pls tell me yall have seen that one video of meg where she sings it w her head out of the car skskksks) and he just loses it

or everyone’s having lunch together, talking n whatnot, and you start muttering, “ pop a perc’ and I blackout, fuck it, I’m blowing her back out, WWE if she fuckin w me, put that pussy on smack down gang, gang, gang, gang—“

everyone’s like??? but sero (and bakusquad tbh) is vibin and 100% joins in

it’s a cute little quirk of yours that he finds adorable and funny. you just never fail to put him in a good mood. he’s just v grateful for you

Todoroki Shouto:

he absolutely loves it when you put your make up on bc it’s a whole show and a half

whether you have it on or not doesn’t matter to him, but seeing you get so hype makes him smile

you’ll wipe away the baking powder and start feeling yourself

“oooouuu you see that contour? period.”

shouto can’t help but chuckle under his breath and shake his head when you start dancing because of your sharp eyeliner

it might be a bit simple, but your happiness and goofy attitude brings butterflies to his stomach bc...damn, you’re really his :’)

Bakugo Katsuki:

every time you kiss his hands, bakugo swears he needs nothing else in his life

his hands have always been both a pride and an insecurity of his

he’s got so much power in them but he gets sweaty a lot and he tended to accidentally blow up a lot of things and sometimes hurt people...especially as a kid. so he subconsciously keeps them hidden

but then you come along and just change his life w the small pecks you give them every day

it’s nothing dramatic or corny. just a quick kiss for if you leave his arm or when he cups your face

maybe you don’t mean it, but he thinks about. even though you know what they could do, you still trust that he won’t hurt you with them and that means the world to him

Togata Mirio:

your reaction to most of your emotions is to jump and mirio thinks its literally the cutest thing he’s ever seen

when youre happy or excited about something, you’ll do this grandiose jump

when you’re sad or frustrated, you’ll do quick mini bounces and pout

even when you’re just going about life, you’ll sometimes skip around

you remind him of a cute little bunny and he just goes ahhhhhhhh every time

you must be protected at all costs!

Tamaki Amajiki:

he loves those moments when he’s got his head on your chest and watches silently as you play games

whether it’s a game on your phone or the console, he likes to see you so into whatever youre playing

and he adores it when you make dramatic noises or tell him how unfair something was

despite your theatrics, it’s calming for him bc he realizes how comfortable you are w each other

tamaki also thinks your foul mouth is funny despite his soft reprimands for you to not curse

he likes it when you win, but a small part of him likes it when you lose as well bc you’ll pout and then he gets to take it away w a soft kiss and say, “it’s okay, bunny. you’ll get it next time”

Dabi:

he loves your attitude

he thinks it’s so funny when you make lil stank faces if someone does something you don’t like

or when he tries to tell you something about yourself and you go “and what about it?”

and the times you get in a sour mood and everything is a shrug or a bored stare

it’s annoying asf sometimes but the way you purse your lips, roll your eyes, and roll your neck gets him going lmao

he’s a sassy bitch himself and enjoys someone who matches his energy

Shigaraki Tomura:

this is so ironic (and lowkey creepy ig) but he loves watching you moisturize

please hold the jokes 💀

shiggy doesn’t care about much in this world, including himself, and being your bf threw him into a loop bc...feelings

so he finds himself staring at the mundane things you do bc you looks so peaceful and beautiful doing it

when you smooth the shea butter in and your skin is soft n glowy, he can’t help but think, “wow”

extra bonus points if you use face oils bc he’ll go into cardiac arrest...like how are real and why do you want him?

and when he holds you, he breathes you in like your fresh air and hates his life a little less

Hawks:

he says he hates it but he loves it when you do his eyebrows

his brows are something serious lmao but when you started dating, you would take your razor and tweezer and shape them bc he absolutely will not get them threaded or waxed

hawks thinks it’s really not that deep (besides, he got you w his bushy brows anyway right?)

but he sits and takes it bc he likes (you being on top) watching you concentrate and mutter to yourself . it’s cute

it’s also the idea of someone taking care of him that makes his wings twitch w adoration

he falls in love w you a little more each time

[ggukiepie]

just a feeling

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you're busy doing president-y things (jungkook's words, not yours) and your best friend's there to help you out like he always does

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, two idiots in love, some fluff, oc is student council president so we stan, pet names

warnings: cursing, some mentions of skipping meals but nothing serious

wc: 1.8k

a/n: yes another one shot for this couple !! this can be read as a stand alone but i have other one shots you can read which you can find in my masterlist

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You’re standing on your toes to make sure the banner you’re holding isn’t crooked. It’s probably not the safest to be on a ladder while tiptoeing and add the fact that the person down below holding the ladder isn’t really paying attention.

“Tae,” you call out without looking down. You squint your eyes at the banner, turning your head from side to side. Maybe you should’ve placed it higher? But then it might not be that noticeable so high up—

“Hm?” he replies, but his voice seems far off. Finally, you look down to see Taehyung holding the ladder with one hand, and in the other he’s typing on his phone.

You roll your eyes. “You’re not even paying attention,” you say exasperatedly. You’ve been up since 7 AM, running around school to make sure the preparations for the job fair are going smoothly. It’s almost 12 in the afternoon now and you haven’t had a single bite to eat. You just want this day to end. “Taehyung!”

He snaps his head up, eyes suddenly wide at the array of decorations and banners that are hung up. By the surprised look on his face, you’re positive he hasn’t been paying attention at all since you started. “Sorry,” he breathes out. “One company just came in late—”

“But they were supposed to arrive two hours ago!”

Taehyung widens his eyes in alarm. He’s known you for two years and has been working with you for one, so he pretty much knows the signs of your oncoming outbursts. “It’s fine.” He starts speaking again before you start shouting. You’re not mad at him, never have been, but you’re stressed and tired and hungry and you haven’t sat down in five hours. “Someone just has to assist them to their booth but everyone’s busy right now—”

“Just go.” You wave him off. You do not want things to be delayed even further and if it meant sacrificing your safety on the ladder, then so be it.

“Got it,” he says as he brings his phone to his ear, walking away without even glancing back at you. You sigh and turn back to the decorations. Yeah, the right side is definitely off. You huff and stretch out your arm hoping to get a hold of the right corner. It’s too far so you lean to the side to reach it. The ladder starts shaking but you don’t pay it any mind. You just need to finish this so you could go to the auditorium to check the stage design then—

“Hey! ___!”

You turn your head towards the voice just in time as you feel the ladder slam against the wall it’s leaning on, shaking every bone in your body. You look down suddenly and see Jungkook, whose got two hands holding the ladder tightly.

“What the fuck, ___,” he breathes out. “Why isn’t anyone holding the ladder? This is dangerous.”

You haven’t noticed your heart’s been racing. You hardly even noticed you were about to fall, but the look on Jungkook’s face says otherwise. “Sorry,” you whisper. You try to calm your racing heartbeat. “I just—” You breathe out. “I just needed to—”

“Come down,” he says, voice so quiet that you’re immediately complying, legs climbing down the ladder and Jungkook’s hand on your waist to guide you. Once you’re back on the ground again you turn to face him.

“Sorry,” you say, voice firmer now. “I just needed to get this done and Taehyung was the one helping but he needed to help set up a booth and—”

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook says as holds your hand in his and squeezes your fingers. Instantly, it calms you down. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”

You look into his eyes and nod, feeling at ease now that he’s here. Jungkook just has that effect on you, really. Plus you’ve known him since high school so he really knows how to ease your nerves. You clench your eyes shut and focus on the feel of his skin on yours, his thumb rubbing the outside of your palm, his big hands encasing your small ones. You’ve been working on this project for months now. You have a team and the rest of the student council to help you, sure, but all the ideas and planning came from you. So it’s been stressing you out. Good thing Jungkook’s been there to help you if needed, always giving you food and snacks and reminding you to take a break every once in a while. You’re sure you wouldn’t have survived if it weren’t for him.

“You okay now, ___? We can grab some lunch if you have the time,” Jungkook says quietly.

You open your eyes and smile at him sheepishly. He instantly glares at you (but it’s the cute kind, the one where he wants you to think he’s mad but he isn’t). A pout forms in his face and he lets go of your hands. You miss the warmth instantly.

“Let me guess, you haven’t eaten a single thing all day haven’t you?”

You nod your head and Jungkook groans, throwing his head back dramatically as if he’s been told he can’t play soccer anymore.

“You shouldn’t forget to eat, ___. Food is important,” he huffs. “And it makes you less grumpy.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn to walk back to the ladder again, but Jungkook grabs your hand to make you face him.

“How about this, I’ll hold the ladder while you finish that sign, then we go for lunch.”

A million different things suddenly enter your mind. You still need to check the booths, then the auditorium, and then the registration area. You open your mouth to protest but Jungkook raises both his hands to stop you.

“We’ll only eat for twenty minutes and then you can go back to doing your President-y things.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and Jungkook smiles, knowing you’re about to agree.

You point a finger at him. “Twenty minutes only. And you’re buying me coffee, too.”

He puts his hand on his chest and looks shocked, as if you’ve said the most offensive thing to him. “Baby,” he starts, and you know he’s saying it as a joke but it still makes your heart flutter. Makes that little seed of hope in you grow a little bit more. But you know Jungkook’s just a natural flirt and that he calls you that from time to time as a joke.

(At least that’s what you keep telling yourself)

He’s smiling so widely now, teeth on display with his dimples fully showing. He’s smirking a bit, too, and you can’t lie to yourself and say he doesn’t look absolutely dreamy right now. You know that look oh too well because it’s the one he uses when he’s flirting. With other girls.

“I buy you coffee all the time,” he says. “Whether you ask for it or not.”

And you know that’s true. Jungkook knows your love for coffee—and your favorite order at Starbucks—as much as he knows his favorite soccer players. He buys you coffee before he picks you up from class. He even buys you coffee when he randomly decides to drop by the student council office, which is partly given as a bribe to use the printer in there for free instead of paying for the printing services in campus.

You try to push him away but he only catches your hand to bring you a bit closer to him. Your bodies aren’t touching but you’re close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.

Oh, you’re playing a very dangerous game, Jeon Jungkook.

You try to calm the beating in your heart and hope you aren’t blushing. Instead, you roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, you do. Now let me get this finished so we can eat.”

Jungkook holds the ladder while you finish decorating the banner, and from time to time he’d give his comments about the placement. You’re grateful for the help and finish ten minutes later. You’re pouting at him to return the ladder (which he does because he can never say no to you when you’re pouting) and finally you’re both making your way to the cafeteria.

True to his word, Jungkook makes sure you don’t take too long to eat. But he also makes sure you’re eating enough as well. He’s usually chatty when you’re eating together but he’s pretty silent now as you munch on your food. You’re distracted anyway, fingers busy typing on your phone as you’re responding to all the messages you haven’t checked yet. Jungkook’s used to this, of course, so he’s watching some anime highlights on his phone like he always does when you’re busy with President-y things (his words, not yours).

After eating he’s walking you to the auditorium, large coffee in your hand and a cookie in the other since he insisted you need to eat some more. Once you’re by the entrance, Jungkook suddenly stands in front of you, shoulders straight and feet together. “Good luck, Madam President.” He salutes and you roll your eyes in return.

“You’re honestly such a fucking dork.”

He smiles that bunny smile you adore. “You love me anyway,” he says and you choose not to reply. “Anyway, I’ll get going to class now. See you later at practice?” he asks.

He means his soccer practice and you nod your head quickly. You watch his practices most of the time anyway, but you think he just wants you there because you always have snacks for him and also so he can show off his tricks to you. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Now go before you’re late!”

“See you later, cutie.”

Again, it’s one of those pet names he calls you as a joke. You glare at him. “Seriously, Jeon, what’s with all the nicknames?” You might just throw the cookie at him to make sure he doesn't see you blushing.

He shrugs but he’s got that boyish smile on his face. Finally, he starts walking away. You watch his back for a bit but he suddenly turns around, cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Because you look really cute today, cutie.”

You frown at yourself and look down at your outfit, eyeing the sweats and big shirt you’re wearing today for comfort. You’re pretty sure you’re sweating a lot and your hair’s a mess. You look up and shake your head to yourself while you make your way to the auditorium, wondering why in the world Jungkook would think you look cute today out of all days.

It doesn’t help slow down the beating in your heart, however, and you find yourself smiling the whole day.

[jordanlahey]

David x child!reader

David was tired to say the least. Seeing the same faces every night for them just to go missing the next day, fed up of seeing the same damn Surfer Nazis and Pretty girls that throw themselves at him and his brothers. It had been a long time since he's seen a new face or had a new addition to the group but no one was deemed worthy. They say loneliness is the worst part of eternal life and they weren't wrong but David wasn't utterly alone he had his brothers and he cared about them of course he just wanted something new and fresh.

Tonight he decided to go off on his own scout the area, go sight seeing or whatever people do to clear their heads. his brothers didn't mind at all, David didn't wonder too far he stopped for a smoke break and rested against one of the fences over looking the water. It always seemed to calming to him.

"That's a cool jacket." a small voice spoke from nowhere that grabbed his attention, David looked around to find where it was coming form but no one was close enough to him until he felt a tug on the jacket causing him to look down at a small child.

"Get outta here, kid. This ain't no place for children." David dismissed the child and went back to smoking, he didn't seem to care much for children if he was honest they are whiney, needy and just overall annoying.

*2nd person POV*

You huffed and looked away momentarily then tugged David's coat again which earned you a annoyed sigh and a glare. "I told you, piss off." he turned around towards you and narrowed his eyes at you.

"I just...You seemed lonely." You bit your lip nervously. "I wanted to keep you company." as annoyed as he seemed the gesture would have warmed his heart if it still worked that is more importantly shocked him non the less, who wants to hang around a lost boys knowing the risk they'll disappear the nest day let alone it being a child. David pondered for a bit then agreed for you to stay with him for a bit till you had to go home or until you finally done his head in. The night went on and much to David's surprise he actually enjoyed your company, you reminded him so much of Laddie except Laddie was more attached to Dwayne than himself.

"what's your name kid?"

"it's Y/n, Mr uhhh"

"David, just David. Shouldn't you be getting home to your parents?" He sat down to your level and patted your head.

"oh...yeah." You looked around "I guess I should go home huh, goodnight David!" You stood up and ran in one direction while David got up and walked in the direction to his bike with a small smile on his face.

The passed week David had been ditching the boys randomly to some see you if he spotted you and just hang around, he enjoyed your company funnily enough but he hated it when you would have to run off and find your parents except when you'd run off you didn't find your parents, you didn't have any it was just you on your own which is why you always tried to find David but you could only find him during night time which was sad you wanted to spend all day with him at least you're time together was limited, he was starting to be like an older brother to you. He made sure you had something to eat, took you to the arcades after and made sure to avoid the drinking areas for your own safety then ice cream before you left. it was a routine. This time when David made his way back to his boys they were already suspicious of him, and the only thing they could think of was a girl he was infatuated with and seems to be having a good time if he's been seeing her for the week.

"ya get lucky eh, David." Paul laughed and slapped his bike handles, finding it totally hilarious for some reason as Marko joined in with the teasing. David wasn't having it of course if it was any other person he'd laugh it off but this was you, a fucking child.

"knock it off Paul." he huffed and started driving off. The only way the boys were going to get an answer was if they followed him themselves.

***

They waited for David to be out of sight before they started to follow him, Dwayne had told the blonde duo to at least try and look casual and not make it noticeable but that was asking too much. The sound of laughing freaked them out when they caught up with him only cause David has never laughed like that ever or at least in a long ass time. He was hanging out with a child?

"Another Laddie?" Marko broke the silence. "this ain't fair why did he keep this a secret from us?"

"ain't it obvious Marko? He wants to keep them all to himself, we're great with kids right Dwayne." Paul bumps Dwyane on the shoulder, they were all getting jealous of the attention you were receiving from David only cause they wanted to give it to you too. They did everything together why not this? they took great care of Laddie before Michael came along.

"we should of talk to him about it not tease him about it." With that the boys made themselves known to David and Y/n.

"So this is where you run off to." You hide yourself behind David, peaking out occasionally to look at the 3 boys.

"what's the deal man?" Paul pulls the puppy eyes on the platinum blonde.

"This is Y/n, they're...a friend." you smiled when you head David calling you his friend. Paul, Dwayne and Marko look down at you before introducing themselves then continued to tease David about being you're friend. They were jealous no doubt but then they started to tease you too but you know what they weren't worth your reaction so you just gave them all the cold shoulder.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Calm

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: I’m not gonna lie…I had no idea what I was going to write for tonight😭. So I went “dumpster diving” in my want to write folder and old drafts and I found these concepts from a tiny while ago that I absolutely loved. So I did a hot lil something something with them...I hope it doesn't suck and you guys like it! Enjoy🙃

Jealousy, something that you and Harry we’re very familiar with. But mainly Harry though. See, despite the fact that he’d been with you for years at this point and had been married to you for a little over two years, Harry still got jealous. In fact, Harry was even more jealous now than before he slid the sparkling ring onto your coveted left ring finger. Just the thought of anyone coming less than five feet of you with an obviously flirtatious disposition made his flags go up and his jealousy levels spike. And to be completely honest, it was all because Harry was selfish. He wanted you all to himself, and anyone who even attempted to come in between you two went on his radar and he’d go on the defense. Now even though in most situations his jealousy was unwarranted and too much for the situation at hand, you did still enjoy it a bit. You loved when Harry was possessive over you and made it known to others that you were his. It was a really nice mix of soft and sweet along with hot and sexy. 

And judging by what was going on between you and Harry right now, it was guaranteed that you and Harry were going to be enjoying a heavy dose of that sweet and spicy jealousy. The two of you were enjoying your night out at a mutual friends birthday party, and you both were having a really good time mixing and mingling while managing to stay joined at the hip for the majority of your time there. But as you continued to glide through the party with Harry, you were contently sipping on your drink which led you to quickly empty your glass and be in need of a refill. Once you unwrap yourself from Harry, let him know that you’re going to get another drink, and inquire about whether or not he wants his drink refreshed, you weave yourself through the cluster of people and over to the bar where you place your order. And in this small window of time between leaving him and placing your order, you manage to walk right into the number one situation that would cause Harry to become jealous. Talking to an attractive guy that he didn’t know at the bar. 

Now even though the sparkler on your left hand was supposed to stop any flirtatious advances towards you, it didn’t. Despite clearly being married, you were still approached by males and females who wanted to “break off a piece” in the words of Harry. And to make matters worse, you went above and beyond to make yourself up. You spent a good amount of time getting yourself together for your night out with Harry. You looked so good that you two were extremely close to not even making it out the front door. So if Harry was looking and practically drooling at the thought and/or sight of you, there was so doubt in his mind that others were looking too. And he didn’t like that one bit. So once he saw you chatting it up with a guy who’s identity was unknown to him and who was pretty obviously checking you out and flirting, Harry’s disposition immediately went from calm cool, and collected, to calm collected, and defensive. The only thing that stopped him from swiftly coming over and injecting himself into the seemingly “harmless” exchange was a friend of his that stopped him right in his tracks. And if it wasn’t for that friend, Harry would’ve marched over to where you were, pulled you away from the man who from his vantage point was up to no good, then give it to you real good as he constantly reminded you that you were his and only his. That’s what could’ve happened. But instead of all that, Harry’s jealous fire was momentarily tempered to just a sizzle. Being at just a sizzle meant that he could do the unexpected right now. 

Being at just a sizzle allowed him to politely, but not so politely pull you out of the conversation and pull you both out of the party. From the outside, everything seemed oddly fine. He didn’t have a prominent scowl on his face as he drove you both home and he didn’t have an intense grip in your thigh. He simply had a hand on the steering wheel and the other loosely planted on your thigh. Seeing him so calm was very interesting to say the least. When you saw him in your peripherals at the party, you were kind of expecting and looking forward to having a hot jealousy filled quickie in the bathroom. You were expecting and hoping for him to fuck you like he hates you but because he loves you. But no, you got a calm cool and collected Harry who simply escorted you both out of there. The only thought you two had in common during the entire ordeal and the entire ride home was that you were going to get it upon arrival.

Now you were on the money about getting it at home, you were just off at the timing. You were thinking right against the door or in the living room since he’s had time for these jealous thoughts to fester as he drove. And he did let his thoughts fester in his mind and bring back the fiery feeling inside of him. Harry was definitely, if not more jealous and possessive once you two made it back home. He was more than ready to rip your clothes off and go to town on you as he made sure that you remembered who you belonged to. But yet again, he didn’t jump right in the way you expected. He simply walked you both into the house and right upstairs to get ready for bed.

At this point, you were on edge. When was he finally going to do something?! You knew he was hard and you knew that he was jealous. This was the perfect combination for a round or many of hot and rough sex. But in this situation, he simply went about getting ready for bed and helping you get undressed as well. You were buzzing with anticipation and you were constantly thinking of the many possible segways into what was bound to happen. You were all types of confused, excited, at the prospect of finally getting what you wanted. And your dream finally came true once you and Harry quietly went through you guys’ entire nighttime routine and were in bed. Even though you weren’t necessarily trying to end up in a situation where Harry was jealous and desperate to establish in your mind that you were his, you weren’t mad at it by any means.

“You know I love you, right darling?” Harry asks randomly, propping himself up onto his elbow to peer down at you.

“Mhm.” You hum up to him in response, making sure to send him a soft and reassuring smile in the process.

“Good.” He simply replies, bringing his free hand down to the side of your face. “Because I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t.” He continues, bringing the hand down to wrap around your throat and tightening it right as he mutters the last word. Harry was hard and Harry was jealous; it was game on for him. He wasn’t going to hold back; and to be completely honest, you weren’t expecting him to. As soon as his hand tightened around your throat, a shock went to your core and you were ready to take every last thing he gave you until you were just a pile of numbness.  “I swear to you. I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.” He growls, bringing his face down closer to yours and keeping his hand on your throat as he moves on top of you and pushes up the bottom of his t-shirt to uncover your lower half. He then gives your throat one more tight squeeze, making sure that he was pushing your head down into the pillows before releasing you. While you’re panting to catch your breath, Harry is snatching any and every (even though it was only two things) piece of clothing off of your body. After getting you fully undressed, Harry is quick to push you over and tug his own t-shirt and boxers off as well. Now that he’s fully naked as well, Harry doesn’t waste a single second to wrap his hand around and tug at his cock. He was finally free of the confines of his pants and he was finally going to be inside of you after a long night. 

As he tugs at his cock, you can feel his other hand come between your legs and begin to move up and down your folds. You felt him push his two fingers up and down your slick folds and nudge at your entrance while he grunted and relieved himself a bit behind you. As he did this you tightened your arms around the pillows beneath your head and you soaked up any form of touch from him. Knowing Harry, even though he’s mad and ready to just pound you into oblivion, he’d build up to it and just leave you both hanging in the name of making you suffer. So you were definitely praying that he’d do more and not stop all together. He did say that he wasn’t going to stop until you were shaking and the neighbors knew his name after all.

After a couple more tugs to his cock and rubs to your soaking cunt, Harry finally pushes further to the place that you both are looking forward to. Keeping his hand around his cock, he lifts himself up from his kneeling position between your legs and into the position of hovering over your body with his other hand that was once between your legs planted on the bed for support. Then without warning, Harry begins to sheath his cock between your walls. Even though he was supposed to be Mr. Tough Guy and in charge right now, he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a little whimper. Your walls just felt so good around his cock. Like so good. And he wasn’t the only one whimpering. You too were a mess at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls to accommodate your size and twitching while it’s moving deeper and deeper into you. He was so big that the thick veins on his shaft were pushing into your spongy walls, causing you to feel them glide against you as he pushed into you. Now as he slowly fills you with his cock, Harry also begins to slowly lower himself down onto you until he’s fully on top of you body. You were sandwiched between his body and the mattress, your legs were pinned down by his, and his mouth was in your neck right by your ear. He was ultimately setting you up to be a mess around him. 

“Now you’re gonna be a good girl and take it right?” He asks, keeping his mouth right on you as he spoke.

“Mhm.” You whimper shakily, waiting for him to finally start and give you what you’ve been anticipating.

“Words!” He snarls, lifting his hips to send a sharp and unexpected thrust into you.

“Yes!” You gasp, feeling his cock slam right up into your sweet spot.

“Good girl.” Harry hums delightedly before continuing his thrusts. He consistently lifts his hips up, slightly pulling his cock from you just to slam back down into you sending his cock into the deepest parts of you. As he does this, you’re full on whining into the pillows. The way he was relentlessly fucking down into you as he grunted into your ear about how you were his and that he was the only one who would ever do this to you. It was absolutely amazing.

After pinning you down and fucking you right into the mattress, Harry was ready to switch it up. He wanted to see your face as you took every inch of his cock. He wanted to watch you fall apart as he imprinted his cock into your delectable walls. So to make a long story short, Harry is quick to lift himself up from your back and flip you back into your original position in front of him. When he does this, you’re still clutching onto the pillow that was once beneath your head as you anxiously wait for him to slam back into you. Before he does though, Harry latches onto the pillow and tugs it out of your tight yet weak grip and tosses it onto the bed behind him with a cynical smirk plastered across his face. He then brings his large, and still ringed hand around your throat before lining his cock back up with your entrance and pushing back into you. Again, he goes straight into thrusting down into you. As he did, your hands frantically searched for something to grab onto as you took the deliciously hard thrusts. From this angle, you could feel him really hitting those spots inside of you and you could feel his balls slapping against you.

Harry on cloud nine right now to say the least. You felt so good around him, clenching and shaking as you took his cock. And you looked so pretty with your glossed over eyes and as you choked on your moans. 

“Now m’gonna let go and I wanna hear you use that little voice of yours. Understand?” Harry pants above you, continuing to shove his cock deep into you. With the pitiful look still spread across your face, you feverishly nod your head yes. “And if you scream loud enough, I might let you cum.” He offers, loosening his tight grip on your throat. And once he does this, you’re screaming. You’re going on and on about how good he feels and how you can feel his cock all the way in the pit of your stomach.

“Please Harry!” You loudly cry out to him, feeling your body become warmer and number with every thrust. 

“Wanna cum?” Harry grunts, beginning to slow his thrusts down to more staggered and sharp ones since his own release was fast approaching.

“Need to.” You whimper, feeling your strength to hold back dwindling by the second. But luckily for you, Harry manages to send three final thrusts into you that send you both right over into your releases. The both of you can feel each other contracting and convulsing with every spurt of your orgasms.

 The both of you were beyond and completely out of it by the end of your earth shattering releases. And despite all of the numbness and soreness that was coming your way, every last second was worth it.

Masterlist

[astrochemstry]

Jared Kleinman HC: having a crush on him, you don't wanna admit it but everyone knows

I was lying in bed and then i got this idea and it sounded really cute so i made it a reality asjdfbasjh im having a brainrot

Reader is gender neutral and its romance

OK SO JUST IMAGINE

YOU LIKE THIS GUY

YOU DON'T WANNA ADMIT IT BCS HES COCKY AS HELL

BUT EVERYONE KNOWS

E VE RYO NE KNO W S

YES EVEN HIM

OK lets go to the start so

SO I HAVENT FINISHED THE BOOK AND STUFF BUT

I DO THINK JARED WENT TO SCOUT CAMP AS A KID TOO

SO you met there

And as in met

He accidentally uh

Well yk those log things you gotta walk on??

He slipped and accidentally bumped into you

And you fell on the mud lmao

Bro was trying vv hard not to laugh actually

“Kleinman, apologize to (Name).”

“Sorry.”

hE AINT GOOD AT THIS FORGIVE HIM PLS

Ok so like youre still mad but

Throughout your time there he makes it up with

aCTS OF SERVice

sO some hcs here are from @/bemorecronch pls check them out vv good at writing jared and hilarious as hell

So one of their hcs is that if he likes u he randomly gives u food

oH diD I NOT MENTioN??

THIS GUY LIKES YOU TOO

So like one time you dropped your snack and like vv frustrated bcs you fell in mud and now your snack fell in mud

So he goes up to you and shoves his spare sandwich onto you

Youre like ???? but then he jsut raises and eyebrow

“Don’t you know how to eat or did that dirt change everything in you??”

You choose whether you smacked him or not

But like after that and everything, he sat with you and just ate with ya

Then the crushing started

SO YEARS PASS

WELCOME TO HIGHSCHOOL OR WHATEVER TOOK PLACE IN DEH

yOU MEET AGAIN

“Arent you that mud person from camp??” “Arent you that asshole who shoved me??”

Sassy conversations

Murphy siblings live for it tbh

They love you

And then heres the thiNG

SO ONE TIME AT THE CAFETERIA

You guys just sat together and ate bcs i mean thats what you did at camp too

You guys we’re vv close and be reminded you have a crush on him

So liKE your body started to heat up and ik for some skin colors it wont be visible youre blushiNG BUT SINCE YOURE SO CLOSE HE CAN FEEL THE HEAT

Hes concerned bro “are you okay??”

“Yes im fine- just-” tHEN HE PLACES HIS HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD

TO CHECK YK

Totally not an excuse to touch you

coIUGHGHcouG HH

So like you just froze?? Bcs oH SHIT ohIUSHAHH????

Alana was there and you were like oh thank god

But alana

aLANA KNOWS

ALANA SEES IT

But dw she doesnt like say it out and tease you

Takes you away and stuff “Oh god! (Name) are you okay? Lets go to the nurse.”

She doesnt take you to the nurse lmao

“So, you like someone?”

React how you want she aint gonna fall for you denying it

anYWAYS SHE DOES KEEP IT A SECRET

But like its you who, well, makes it less of a secret lmao

Like youre very expressive abt it

Everyone knows

The school knows

And you guessed it!

JARED KNOWS

Bro is happy as hell you like him back but don't forget hes a little shit

Teases you tbh

Like if youre sitting down and reading or smth hes just like “oh whats that??” and gets vERY CLOSE

From acts of service to physical toUCH

If you like passed a test or something he just awkwardly goes up to you and pats your back

“Good job” “uh thanks”

Hes silently crying inside bcs of that

Ok but like one day lets say Alana encourages you to confess

So you do and like when you see Jared youre just

Oh shit oh fuck oh no nope nO

But like he sees you and he just goes to you like “whats up??”

Its just casual

Too casual

So you didnt wanna confess in like a crowded hall lol so you tell him to meet you at some place like uh idk you choose

So Jared

Aint dumb ok

An asshole but this shit is fucking smart

And first thing he thinks is ‘theyre gonna confess. Definitely.’

No doubts bcs he knows u like him lmao

So you meet

And bro got a huge smirk on his face

“Soo- what did you want to talk about?”

Hes just so calm?? And casual? That youre freaked out and suspicious bcs you expect him to spit out some mean things and stuff

“Uh- this is- wait uh” “go on.” “weLL- uH”

Then he laughs

You guys know what im talking about

“You sound like Evan” hes wHEEZing

“LOOK i LIKE you okay???”

“Everyone does” “No i mean- the- the like like”

Bro acts like he doesnt understand

So uh yeaH you kiss hiM

Look he knows u like him but hes still shocked bcs daMN

In the end, he just goes “oh i know you do. Everyone does.” with a smiLE

Smack him smACK hiM

[personasintro]

before you go | myg drabble

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; taking a step forward, you decide it's time to act after realization that you're worth much more than your boyfriend thinks, and you deserve even more

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cheating au, mentions of sex, strong language, yoongi cries 

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2k

a/n: commissioned by the lovely @minyoongail​, who's been extremely patient with me! thank you again and I hope you enjoy this drabble!

𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | ☕️

It happened gradually, smoothly even.

Although, you’re not sure if the word ‘smooth’ is the right one to describe it. It happened slowly and gradually, that you barely noticed it but now that you look at all the clues and details, it makes a perfect sense and you come to think; how stupid were you? You should’ve seen it sooner. You should’ve focus on those details more. And most importantly, you should’ve never trust him the way you did.

Cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable. But there was still a time when you ignored it, purposely tried to be blind about it and pretended that it never happened. But it broke you even more. How can it not?

It started with the lack of his presence. The usual excuse; the work got busy and they needed me. Funny how the word ‘they’ should’ve been in a singular form rather than plural. And at first, you believed that. Why couldn’t he be busy? Being an idol practically screams busy and unavailable but even then, you as a couple managed to get through that. You respected his profession just like he did yours, there was no reason to compare your two different professions. You were proud of him, fuck, you still are. Despite of what happened, you’re still proud of him for working so hard to the point the whole word knows who he is and they praise him for his incredible ability to comfort people with his music and lyrics.

It didn’t come weird to you when he started to stay nights somewhere else, rather than by your side and in his luxurious apartment placed in one of the newest buildings in Seoul, with a perfect view of Han River and center of Seoul. When he asked you to move in, you knew there’d be times when he would be just too busy but you also knew, it’d be a great opportunity to be closer to him. And a next step in your two year relationship. So naturally, you thought he’s just spending the nights in his studio and in the company. Oh, how wrong you were.

Then secret calls and messages happened.

Yoongi has always been a quiet man who liked his privacy, but not to the extent of changing his password and holding his phone for a dear life. It’s not like you went and snooped around in his phone, trying to find something suspicious or something like that. It happened randomly when you saw him unlocking it with a different password, when he laid on the sofa next to you. His Touch ID was broken and it was dark for his Face ID to work. If those two things didn’t happen, you’d never know or maybe you’d find out eventually. Regardless of that, maybe it was the universe giving you a first sign.

Yoongi always used to go to another room whenever someone called him, it was just his pet peeve. He wanted to go somewhere quiet where he could discuss an important business. But after he started to close a door and you couldn’t hear his muffled voice, so all you heard was a complete silence or whispered words, it started to become weird.

Third thing that caught your attention was the lack of intimacy in your relationship. Sure, Yoongi’s a busy man with a hectic schedule and life, but he used to find the time to appreciate you in more ways than possible. Even if it was just a quick sex to get a relief, and he drifted to sleep right away, he still whispered soft I love you’s into your ear. When days became weeks and weeks became months without him even touching you, you knew something’s wrong. He can be busy, but he’s still a man with needs like you’re woman with the same ones. You don’t have to mention dates, because those didn’t happen as well. And when Yoongi came home with a weird purplish mark on his chest, which you randomly saw because he started to shower alone and wouldn’t ask you to join him like he used to, you knew he’s getting his relief somewhere else.

It hurt. Maybe you have it all wrong, maybe it’s not how it seems. You desperately tried to persuade yourself, but things never got better and they just got even worse. So, you buried yourself into the work and distanced yourself just like he did but still, none of you voiced out the problem even though you both knew something’s wrong. Your relationship stopped having a future. But why can’t he just end it?

Why does he keep sneaking behind your back? He even started to be lazy with precautions, and left his phone on his nightstand one evening.

‘see you tomorrow, can’t wait x’, said the text.

The woman’s name almost burned your eyes but no, it was your tears that did.

And that’s how you’ve spent your nights, crying into your pillow and the person who was behind your crying was nowhere to be seen, and all you’ve had left was his empty side of bed. Where there were no tears left to cry, anger replaced the sadness and hurt. You were angry, but still holding yourself in your boyfriend’s presence. It wasn’t hard, he was barely present in your own presence. He made it easy.

But even anger didn’t last that long and you slowly became numb. Numb to the pain, to the anger and any other emotion. That’s what he’s done to you and he should’ve seen it coming.

Just like when he opens the front door, completely tired and worn out, met with the sight of two big suitcases. He knows they belong to you, his own are plain black but that’s not why he recognizes it at first. It’s because those are the same ones he helped you with when you moved in. Dropping his keys onto the small cupboard, he walks deeper into the huge apartment to find it just in the exact state. However, what’s different is you walking out of the bedroom with a bag in your arms, along with your phone. You don’t notice him, you’re too busy trying to check if you’ve packed everything and there’s nothing left of you. You don’t plan on coming back and if there’s something you accidentally forgot, you don’t want it. You’d rather lose that thing than to come here again and be reminded of the biggest heartbreak you’ve ever experienced.

“What are you doing?”

You almost jump at the deep and velvety voice, eyes widened at the sight of what used to be your boyfriend in front of you. He eyes your bag, a silent question decorating his features.

“Leaving,” you answer nonchalantly, almost scoffing at him. How the fuck does it look like? You surely aren’t going on a holiday.

“Why?” he asks, his voice suddenly getting more cautious and louder when he sees your distance, especially when you walk past him.

His footsteps are heard behind you, and you wish he’d just ignore you like he’s been doing for the past couple of months.

“We both know why,” you mutter, rolling your eyes before you stop at the picture frame that’s sitting on the dresser. It’s the picture of you and him, taken sometime when you started dating. It’s your picture and you’re the one who brought it when you moved in, it’s been decorating Yoongi’s apartment ever since.

That’s the one thing you’re willing to purposely leave behind, you don’t want that.

Feeling his eyes burning at the side of your face, he’s got the perfect view of it being expressionless before you walk past the picture like it means nothing. Because it does. It used to be one of the most precious things you've ever owned. It was decorating your home, a sweet reminder of your boyfriend whom you loved very much at that time. You missed him every minute but whenever you looked at that picture, it brought a warm feeling to your heart. It made all those moments when you finally were by his side, able to kiss him, even more precious. Now, that picture brings nothing but emptiness and irritant feeling instead. And it's only one person's fault and that person is standing just a few meters away from you with the most heartbreaking eyes. As if you're the one who broke him first.

“Come on, we can talk about this. Please, just let’s sit down and talk about this.”

The desperation that raises up in his tone is quite surprising to you, but you don’t react. Just when you’re standing in front of your suitcases, you glance at him. He stares at you with a hopeful gaze, but you just shake your head.

“What’s there to talk about?” you ask him.

It’s that unbothered tone and expression that makes him panic. Why are you so calm? He knew this day will come, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

“We both know this is not working out.” you tell him calmly.

“Baby,” he tries, causing the corner of your mouth to quirk up but it’s only for a second. It’s sarcastic that he remembered to call you that just now, when he barely called you anything in months. “Please.”

“Why don’t you go back to whoever you’ve been fucking behind my back?” you ask him, raising a brow at him.

He opens his mouth, a horrific expression decorating his pale face acting like it’s not obvious. At first it wasn’t, you were too blind at the beginning and then too stubborn to admit something your mind was telling you.

“Let me—“

“What? Explain? No, thanks. I’m done, Yoongi.” you tell him, turning around to grab your suitcases and just go.

When his hand grasps your wrist to keep you in place, your eyes snap to him ready to cuss him out but you’re speechless when you see the tears forming in his eyes.

“Please,” he begs, tears streaming down his cheeks. There were times when you’d cry at the sight, doing your best to comfort him but not now. Those times are gone.

Slowly, you pull your hand from his grip, ignoring his hurt face and how it scrunches both in pain and desperation.

Why is he suddenly acting so hurt over you leaving? 

“You should’ve seen it coming,” you tell him coldly, “Fucking someone behind my back— it was just a matter of time before I’d found out and I did. Long time ago but I’m done.”

Turning around, you take your suitcases and reach towards the knob to finally escape the suffocating air thanks to Yoongi. You don’t cry, you can’t and you don’t want you. You’ve already cried enough because of this man that proved to be someone that never deserved your tears. You’re numb to this.

“Before you go,” he speaks up, voice raising in panic when you’re about to open the door. “Is there something I can do to make this better?”

The regret in his voice is audible, but you don’t react to it at all. You see it written all over his face, he realized what he’s done and now that he sees you leaving from his apartment and life, there’s nothing but sorrow and pain screaming from him.

“Before I go?” you chuckle bitterly, “You went first, you went away first as soon as you decided to have sex with someone else.”

And that’s the final straw, he doesn’t deserve a second of your time and an ounce of your attention. Ending it with that, not answering him purposely because there’s nothing that could make this situation better, you take all of your stuff and leave out of his luxurious apartment. Before you fully walk away from him, you grab your keys — the ones he gave you before you even moved in — and you toss it on the floor. It lands right in front of his feet, tears streaming down his face as he looks at the keys. It still has the keychain he gave you.

The last thing he hears is the gentle thud of you closing the door, but to his ears it's the loudest sound he has heard. Along with his cracking heart but it just proves to be even louder.

[sainz-zayn]

Treacherous 02.

Treacherous (adj.)  guilty of or involving betrayal or deception.

Warnings: Swearing, insults, suggestive, money burning, this is the last part of the story

► Part 1

Word Count: 5.5k

Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story even those based on real people are entirely fictional.

"This is wrong, we shouldn`t Y/n"

“the more I think it`s wrong, the more I want it,” You said back.

"Why now!? Why me!?" he said while shuffling his hair out of frustration.

"b-because you`re different from all of them" you stuttered out.

"Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture" that`s what they said and that`s what you always say to yourself. Now, you have realized that the more you keep telling yourself to forget about the past the more you can`t let go of it.

It`s been 2 years without him. 2 years without communication. 2 years without seeing him. Well, you hate yourself because you let him go. You hate yourself because it took you so long to move on from him or you`re just too presumptuous to think that you have already moved on.

It hurts you every time you remember the last night you`ve spent with Johnny. It`s excruciating that you cry yourself to sleep every night hugging your pillow tight just to imagine that it was him.

You get deep in thoughts that you didn`t even notice that you`re spacing out.

"Y/n? are you still listening to me?" Grayson waves his hands in front as you blink at least two times to get back in your senses.

"Oh, yeah where are we again? sorry," you said softly, and when Grayson looks in another direction you took the opportunity to send a death glare at Mark and Ten who are having fun watching you deal with Grayson Tremblay the one and only son of Mr. Tremblay.

"You gotta seize the opportunity" Mark mouthed at you while Ten pretends to clap quietly like he's amazed at Mark.

"So, as I`m saying what do you think about us?" Grayson asks you as you darted your attention back to him.

"You know I got everything and I can give you anything you want but I still don`t get why you don`t like me when everyone does. A face like this, a wealth like I have" he said which turns out to be rude while he touches his chin dramatically like there`s a mirror in front of him which makes you cringe and uncomfortable.

"You know I have the wealth you have and I don`t need the face you have" you deride.

Standing up from your seat you straightened your blazer while the speechless Grayson looks at you.

"My apologies but I`m not in the mood to pretend to like you. Now, if you don`t mind I`ll leave first" you gave him a smirk before smiling.

You leave the restaurant as soon as you can because it reminds you of Johnny. it`s where he treats you lunch when he arrives from Italy and that day is also the day you win a case. You can`t describe how much happy you are that time but now that happiness turns into a pain.

You look up in the sky it`s kind of cold and the cold breeze blowing your hair lightly when the sudden thought of why are you spending 2 years of your life being sad and living in sorrow when you can just live happily and have that picture-perfect life.

"Starting from today I`m not gonna be the same Y/n who spends 2 years of her life being sad I promise to live my life and believe in myself" you bravely said as you embrace yourself.

"I`m gonna pretend I didn`t hear that" you heard Jaehyun said.

"Yeah, It`ll be nice like that" you softly said while looking back up.

"You`re being nice today does something happened?" Jaehyun playfully asks and you answered him with a shrug because you usually hit him lightly or slap his shoulders playfully which is one of your habits.

You already forgave him it`s better if you forgive easily than to drain yourself about the things that should be forgotten and forgiven. You remember how exactly Jaehyun asked for your forgiveness. He always visits you, brings you some take-out from your favorite restaurant, and he didn`t stop until you finally forgive him.

"It`s annoying to deal with that rude jerk" you randomly said and Jaehyun chuckles as a response.

"It`s your birthday you shouldn`t be stressing yourself like this. We should have some fun" Jaehyun cheerfully said showing his two dimples with a bright smile when Ten and Mark just suddenly come out of nowhere.

"We`re in for having fun birthday girl," Ten said patting your head lightly.

"You`re not invited and also you because you keep asking me to meet Grayson today and it totally ruins my day" you pointed at Mark and he only flashes you a grin.

You climb the wall as fast as you can with the help of the one and only Jung Jaehyun and Ten Lee. You need to enter the Nakajima`s warehouse without anyone noticing because there`s a lot of money hidden in their warehouse. Is it Legal? Well, no because Nakajima will never be legal when it comes to money.

"Faster!" you whisper while Ten and Jaehyun follow behind you.

"Ten are you sure this is the place?" you question Ten while you look around the place trying not to get caught. One wrong move and the three of you will be dead.

"I`m not sure cause Kun just give me this location" He shrugged as if you`re not doing something serious.

"Guys I think this is it. Look, we need something to find where they hide the money" Jaehyun spoke motioning you and Ten to come closer.

"If there`s no other door in here then they can possibly hide it somewhere in the ground" you walk slowly trying not to make any sound when a sound of a little crack makes you stop from your track.

"Don`t move Ten" you whispered while you come closer to him.

"Now, move" he quickly getaway as you tried to pour a bottle of water into the floor.

"I knew it!" you confidently said as you slightly try to open the wooden floor with the help of Ten and Jaehyun using their strength, piles after piles of money get`s face to face with the three of you.

"This money comes from their Illegal business there`s only one thing we need to do" you look at Ten and he understands it. He gets a bag and puts a pile of money one after another until the bag gets full. Jaehyun gets the gas and slowly scatter it on the remaining pile of money which makes you smirk while you play with the lighter.

"Guys I think we have a problem" Jaehyun spoke.

"You caused it?" you playfully replied but the serious look on his face didn`t fade. You look behind you to see where he is staring and you`re shocked because there are five guys pointing guns at you.

"Oh shit!" you cursed under your breath.

"Ciao my friends" you wave your lighter at them while Ten and Jaehyun look at you weirdly.

"Don`t move! one wrong move and all of you will burn in this place!" you threaten them as they slightly walk towards you.

"Jaehyun go leave first and get the car" you ordered, slowly backing away and stepping back.

"What!? No way!" he said back.

"Are you gonna follow me or we`re all gonna die here!?" you ask with a louder voice. Jaehyun doesn`t know what to reply. So, he do as you say.

"I`ll give you a count of 20 once you didn`t leave this place you`ll burn along with this pile of money! one!" you threaten once again while they run away.

Ten aim the gun that he`s been holding at the guy in front of him being left alone he decided to run away too and you took the opportunity to throw the lighter in the pile of money as you run outside with Ten.

"Hop in!" Jaehyun said loudly while you get inside the car with a  mischievous smile.

"Let`s get it!" you shout happily with the windows down your hair being blown by the air as Ten giggled at you.

You open the door with a big smile on your face while humming walking past Doyoung who is about to ask you something.

"Why is she like that today? it`s kinda weird" Doyoung asked Ten who gives him the bag that`s full of money.

"Let her enjoy herself. Now, I want you to keep this bag somewhere but make sure it`s safe" Ten said smiling at him before turning away with a humming tone leaving his lips. When Jaehyun enters the door too.

"Do you know what happened to them?" Doyoung asks Jaehyun but his younger friend only pats his shoulders with a big smile too while shaking his head lightly before leaving him alone again.

"Oh, C`mon why everyone in this house acting so weird today!" Doyoung said loudly throwing his hands down in the air after shuffling his hair annoyingly.

"Fuck! what the hell are you doing in there!?" Doyoung is startled by Haechan who is standing in the dining room`s doorway with a glass of water in his hands.

"Watching you being annoyed" Haechan simply said before handing the glass of water to Doyoung before going to his room.

"Oh, fuck!" Doyoung stomps his feet on the floor.

"Calm down what`s happening here?" Jaemin shows up on the stairs confused at his older friend.

"Shut up and ask yourself!" Doyoung huff before walking past Jaemin, Jaemin looks at his friend before pointing at himself.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Jaemin talks to himself before letting out a chortle.

"Breaking News Mr. Ferrante`s Daughter Y/n Ferrante the new CEO of Phoenix will cut their partnership with Nakajima after the scandal and revelation of tax evasion and Illegal drug dealing of Nakajima`s company" you`re sitting in the living room with a glass of wine wearing a mischievous smirk in your face.

"Vinco il mio amato nemico" you sip the wine savoring the taste of your victory. Vinco il mio amato nemico; I win my beloved enemy.

You`re having a lovely time, smiling at yourself when you are interrupted by loud waves of laughter and loud voices entering your house.

"Johnny is here everyone!" Mark announce making your eyes widen. You stand up straight while you fix your office attire. You still didn`t change and you scold yourself for that.

The door opens and the boy's loud greeting makes you flinch and happy at the same time but when Johnny enters, your smile quickly drops. There`s a woman beside him. Long hair, pretty, and classy.

You stood there awkwardly when you accidentally meet Johnny`s gaze and it makes you want to run and jump in his embrace but you know you can`t.

Everyone goes into the dining room to eat the food they prepared for Johnny`s arrival. You want to join them but it`s hard seeing someone else holding Johnny`s arm. You`re about to go upstairs hoping that no one will notice you escaping.

"Who are you? where are you going?" you heard the woman beside Johnny ask. You didn`t like her tone and the way she crosses her arms while looking at you. Mark and Ten notice it, notice that the girl is giving you attitude and you hate that the most.

"N-" you`re about to spit fire at the woman in front of you luckily Ten save you from it.

"Y/n, you should taste this cake. It`s your favorite" Ten drags you with him on the other side of the room not forgetting to send a slight glare at the woman.

"Everyone this is Cassandra and she`ll be staying here for a while" Johnny states, holding Cassandra closer to him.

"Don`t mind them and let`s just talk" Ten hands you a plate with a piece of your favorite cake in it.

"Hello, you must be Jaehyun" Cassandra offers a handshake with Jaehyun but he declines it before proceeding to talk to you.

"Hi, Y/n! it`s nice to meet you, you look beautiful only if you`re not like this" Everyone darted their attention between you and Cassandra while Ten is clearly not having it.

"Nice to meet you too Cassandra" you gave her a fake smile.

"Have you been stressed lately? not to offend you but you don`t look good" you bite your inner cheeks at her remark while Jaehyun frowns. It`s like she`s attacking you physically.

"It`s funny to hear that coming from someone like you" you eye her up and down.

"First of all who are you? no one wants you here. Second, don`t give me that bratty attitude of yours, you`re in my house and I may not look good right now but I`m much better than you`ll ever be" you bite back as you handed her the plate.

Earlier you were just being insecure but now that you see her attitude, there`s nothing to be insecure about. Johnny clenched his jaw when you and Cassandra almost have a fight but him seeing jaehyun frowns like he wants to protect you from Cassandra makes him feel things he shouldn`t be feeling. He wants to apologize to you because of Cassandra`s bad behavior but he doesn`t know-how.

"Watch your girl dude" Mark sends an intense gaze at Johnny.

The room suddenly gets silent. The silence is so loud that you can hear it. Cassandra excuses herself for a moment and when she finally leaves the whole room goes wild.

"C`mon drink it up!" Everyone cheered for Johnny before gulping a glass of liquor.

"Sexy" Jaemin shouted making everyone laugh.

Johnny decided to follow Cassandra after a minute while you watch them laughing at each other through your window. Is she Johnny`s new girlfriend? is she just a friend of his? Is there something going on between them? your mind couldn`t think properly and a lot is going on in your mind right now.

"Stop watching them and show Johnny that you`re much better than what`s her name again? Assadra? Dara?" Ten tap his fingers on the table while thinking.

"Cassandra" you corrected.

"Yeah, it doesn`t matter what her name just shows them that you`re happy and start fixing yourself so that bratty girl won`t come at you" Ten grabs the comb in your table and started combing your hair.

"You`re right" you smiled.

"I`ll give you 5 days take it or leave it" Johnny solemnly talks to Cassandra.

"Why can`t I just stay with you?" she annoyingly replied.

"Because you`re not supposed to in the first place" Johny shrug before leaving her.

"tsk!" Cassandra let out.

A week already passed you`re getting comfortable around Johnny but you can`t go on with your day without being annoyed by Cassandra. She called you unfaithful, worthless, you just let her but this time she`s really getting on your nerves.

"Shut up for fuck sake!" you retorted, anger burning inside you.

"Oh, our girl is answering now? how cute" she crosses her arms while you glare at her.

"Don`t use that tone on me, Cassandra! you bratty and cheap wannabe" you spat at her making her quiet when she suddenly grabs your hair.

"Let go!" you grab her hair harshly pulling her back while she took the opportunity to slap you which you give back when the two of you heard Johnny`s voice. Cassandra holds your hand and purposely pushes herself while she calls Johnny making your eyes widen.

"What`s happening here!?" Johnny`s loud voice boom.

"She pushes me! I`m not even doing anything to her" Cassandra plays like she`s the victim how pathetic.

"What!? you`re the one who started it!" you retorted.

Your about to walk closer to Cassandra when Johnny speaks again.

"Don`t get any closer! stop with your acts you look pathetic!" Johnny pushes you away making you shocked.

Cassandra smirk at you when Johnny helps her stand up. A tear escaped your eyes, how dare he call you pathetic when he doesn`t even know what happened.

You fix your messy hair when you accidentally bump into Jaehyun, Jaehyun saw what happened and he doesn`t like the way Johnny talks to you. You hug him tightly clutching his shirt wetting it with your tears.

"It`s okay don`t cry" Jaehyun caressed your face brushing away the strands of hair covering your face.

"She started it, she`s calling me names!" you cry out, your head in his chest and Jaehyun wishes that you can`t hear how fast his heart beating right now.

"I`m just gonna talk to him hmm?" Jaehyun kiss your forehead.

"No don`t! let`s just go somewhere. I need to clear my mind" you answered while wiping your tears away.

Jaehyun let go of you and he let you go to your room to change your clothes. "I`m sorry" Jaehyun whispered while he watches you enter your room.

You spend two years of your life with Jaehyun and he would be lying if he said that he didn`t catch any romantic feelings towards you. He hates that he`s the reason why you and his best friend broke up but still you forgave him.

Johnny and Jaehyun are talking and you can feel Johnny`s gaze on you. So, you look at him straight in his eyes and gave him a warm smile.

"C-can I talk to you for a minute?" did he just stutter? you look at Jaehyun and he nods as a sign of approval.

Johnny guides you outside of the house and the tension and awkwardness are so thick.

"I want to apologize for what I said about you earlier" Johnny spoke.

"I didn`t mean to say that and I`m sorry for Cassandra`s bad behavior" he looks at you before sighing. "I`m going to make it up to you, we`re going to your favorite place" you`re a little surprise by his statement but you could care less. All you wanted to do right now is to have time with Johnny.

You get out of the car with a smile on your face because of Johnny trying to make you laugh with his jokes. You didn`t even notice that you`re holding Johnny`s hand while the two of you walks.

"Good afternoon the two of you look like a great couple. We have a free lunch for couples that we choose and we spotted the two of you" the guy said while pushing you inside the restaurant softly with Johnny.

"No we`re-" before you can finish what you`re about to say Johnny quickly cuts you off.

"Thank you" Johnny thanks the guy before whispering at you.

"Just take it, it`s free anyway" Johnny playfully said while you slap his shoulder.

"What was that for little o- baby?" Johnny quickly changes his words when the guy arrives again.

"Nothing, baby" you fake smile while Johnny enjoys teasing you.

"Is there anything else you want to eat?" he asked as he admires your face.

"No, I`m fine thank you" you respond, finishing your food.

"C`mon let`s go somewhere fun" Johnny stands up from his seat clasping his hands to yours before paying for the food.

"But sir it`s fr-" Johnny didn`t let the guy finish his words.

"I`m going out with my woman" he gives it to the waiter before dragging you with him. You admire his back as you run with him. Did he just call you  "My woman?" does he mean it? or your mind is just playing with you.

“Johnny the food is free” you explain.

“Oops, I guess?” he shrugged.

The two of you stops in front of a cotton candy shop watching them make it before giving it to you and again Johnny insists he`s the one who`s gonna pay for it.

"Have some it`s big I can`t eat all of this" you give him the cotton candy when you feel someone tugging your skirt, looking down your eyes quickly turns into awe.

"Hey, little cutie" you kneel to talk a little better with the child.

"Are you alone? where`s your parent?" you ask while caressing his soft cheeks, without you knowing that Johnny is smiling because of your soft side for babies or children.

"I can`t find my uncle please help me Ms." the child cries at you while his small hands hold your shoulder so you hug him.

"Oh, no baby it`s okay we`ll help you find your uncle okay?" you wipe away his tears using your thumb before standing up again.

"Give me that John" you point at the cotton candy.

"No way" he responds.

"Are you going to give me that or else?" crossing your arms, he gulps before giving it to you.

"Here have some of this" you handed the cotton candy to the child.

"Hey, here have some water" Johnny sat on one of the benches making the little kid sit on his lap.

"Young-soo there you are! are you okay hmm?" the child runs to the guy embrace.

"Yuta!? he`s your nephew?" you asked.

"Y/n? Johnny? yes, he is I`m scared to death that I can`t find him" he said while brushing the boy`s hair.

"I need to leave now, see you later the both of you" Yuta send you a wink which you gave back.

"Buy me some Ice cream" you drag him inside the ice cream shop.

Johnny thinks that this is one of the happiest moments of his life after two years. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your skin will touch his, he missed it all.

"Buy me the vanilla one" you point at it like a kid waiting for her award.

"Okay, then little one" you sit there for a few minutes waiting for Johnny.

You and Johnny sat there while talking about random things. The two of you sat there while everyone can perceive that the two of you are existing for each other.

"Johnny look!" you damp the top of ice cream in his lips making him close his eyes.

"Y/n! come here" you giggled while he runs after you going in circles.

"The two of you really love each other don`t you?" you`re startled by the old good looking woman beside you.

"Oh, no he`s just" before you can be finished talking Johnny already backs hug you before doing the same thing you did to him.

"Oh my gosh, Johnny Suh!" you slap his shoulders.

"I should go now sorry for interrupting your time with your boyfriend and you, you better take care of this beautiful woman" the old woman points at Johnny with a smile.

"Will do, ma'am" he replied slightly bowing his head.

"What was that for!?" you slap his shoulders again.

"what? we already pretend that we`re a couple in the restaurant so why not do it until the end of the day" he teases as you walk away.

"Hey, where are you going?" he grabs your wrist.

"Home!"

"I need to go somewhere before we go home" the two of you stops in front of a jewelry shop. Johnny wants you to come inside with him but you decline.

"What are we? No, Y/n stop he`s just doing this to show that he's sorry about earlier!" you mentally slap yourself, shaking away the thought about it.

"I`ll buy this necklace please" Johnny looks at you with a smile which you gave back.

"Thank you for tonight Johnny" you smiled while the two of you stand there as if there`s nothing else to think about. Eye to eye, hearts thumping fast.

"You`re welcome I ha-" your phone rings from your purse. So, you excuse yourself to answer it.

You feel bad for leaving Johnny alone just because of a phone call but you really need to have some time alone to clear your mind.

"He calls me her woman did he mean it? I mean like, it`s hard to explain what I feel right now Ten!" you whine as he thinks of a way to make you talk to Johnny again.

"Ten! Chittapon! Adriano! or whatever your name is my beloved brother by heart what should I do?" you ask continuing to whine while shaking Ten by his shoulder.

"Okay, stop shaking me will you?" Ten makes you sit in your bed.

"Why don`t you go and talk to him? I think he`s still in the kitchen downstairs doing something," he advises. "And talk to him the two of you are an adult so handle it like an adult" he solemnly looks at you before you finally gathered up your courage.

"Thank you Ten you`re the best!" you give him a big hug before leaving to go downstairs.

"you can do this Y/n!" you cheer for yourself but before you can enter the kitchen you quickly hide against the wall.

"C`mon don`t you want me?" Cassandra clings his arms against Johnny`s shoulders.

"Cassandra!"

"Johnny, don`t you understand? I love you, only you and no one else!" you heard Cassandra`s voice while you peek against the wall to see what`s happening.

"Cassandra I love-" before you know it, your tears are also running to your cheeks. Was he about to say that he loves her too? you look at them the way Cassandra tiptoes to kiss Johnny straight in the lips the one you used to call yours.

You suppress your sobs by covering your mouth with one of your hands when someone suddenly pulls you.

"Don`t cry, I`m here" Jaehyun`s comforting words make you cry more.

"It hurts Jaehyun, it hurts" you cried.

"I`m sorry this is all my fault if I haven't done that thing two years ago the two of you will be happy. I`m sorry Y/n" he whispers while hugging you tight.

"It`s not your fault stop blaming yourself" you stated softly.

A soft silence embraces the whole room when Jaehyun pulls you closer to him again but this dangerously close that you can feel the warm thumping of his heart. Trying to pull away but he tightens the hug more.

"Shh..." he put his index finger in his lips at the same time you saw Cassandra walking out of the kitchen with a smile.

"You look beautiful bae" Ten complimented making you smile.

"As always" you added playfully.

Smiling is easy, being playful is easy but trying to hide the pain is hard. Seeing him tonight doesn`t help with the situation at all. He`s all alone and no any sign of Cassandra maybe this is your chance to talk to him? but before you know it, you`re feet are now walking towards him. Great, just great your body is now betraying you too.

"Johnny, can we talk in private?" you ask, you`re gonna lie if you said you`re not nervous.

"Yeah, sure" his voice is distant, you know that tone.

The two of you go to his room to talk and it feels so comforting yet foreign. You miss the warmth that you used to feel in his room.

"What are we?" you go straight to the point which caught Johnny off-guard.

"What do you mean by what are we?" he asks making you slightly offended but the fact is Johnny doesn`t know too.

"Johnny, I still love you and I still like you" you waste no time holding his hands but he rejects it.

"This is wrong, we shouldn`t Y/n"

“the more I think it`s wrong, the more I want it,” You said back.

"Why now!? Why me!?" he said while shuffling his hair out of frustration.

"b-because you`re different from all of them" you stuttered out.

"We c-can`t" Johnny replied with a little coldness in his voice. He never refuses to you before, he`s really different now.

"Why not!?" you asked with slight anger in your voice.

"because I like someone else, I love someone else" he quickly defends to stop you from saying anything else.

"If you don`t love me anymore you should`ve said it, it`s like you`re pushing me away. If that`s what you like I`m not gonna bother you anymore Johnny" you look at him with teary eyes making his cold aura softened, he hates it when you cry especially when it`s because of him. You turn away from him, immediately leaving his room without looking back.

Johnny watches you leave his room until he can`t see your small figure anymore. Johnny`s loud yelling and his expensive things breaking and shattering on the floor are heard from the outside of his room. He runs his fingers to his hair once again, not caring if his knuckles are bleeding from the impact when he punches the table.

You press your palms on your lips to prevent any sound of your sobs from coming out, you just lean on his door letting your tears fall as you heard him let his anger out.

Like a flash of lightning, your memories with Johnny flashback. The way he will smile at you, the way he touches you, the way he will hold you close, the way he will get sulky whenever he's jealous, the way he comforts you whenever you`re down, and most importantly you miss his I love you`s.

"Will, I ever get to hear that again?" you smiled at yourself in the mirror with tears brimming in your eyes.

You hate how weak you are when it comes to Johnny because he is the first man, whoever makes you feel love and introduced you to so many things he is all of your first.

"Who the hell do you think you are huh!?" The older one pushes his younger friend harshly.

"Well, I`m the man who can act like one more than you are! you coward" Jaehyun argued back.

"Look, who`s talking! if you want her then go get her I don`t care!" Johnny can`t control his anger that he`s saying things he doesn`t even mean to.

"If you didn`t go to her right now I will make sure that I`m gonna make her mine!" Johnny grabs Jaehyun by the collar of his shirt.

"See? you`re being like this because you don`t want anyone calling her theirs because you want it to be you, you want her to be yours" Jaehyun sigh throwing his head back from frustration.

"Jaehyun punch me" Jaehyun is taken aback by his friend`s sudden request.

"What!?"

"I said fucking punch me!" without wasting any seconds Jaehyun lands a punch in Johnny, a little harder than he thought it`ll turn out.

Johnny touches his bleeding cut on the lips making him more awake with the reality.

"I need to go, let`s talk tomorrow" Johnny quickly leave his friend alone in the club at midnight.

A soft knock interrupts you when you`re almost falling into a deep sleep. Another soft knock following one another until that knocking in your door turns into a loud banging.

You quickly get up from your bed opening the door of your room, your heart almost jumps out of your chest because of the person right in front of you.

"What are you doing here?" you try to sound calm as possible not wanting to have another breakdown right in front of the man you loved.

"I thought that if I acted like it didn`t matter, then it wouldn`t. Please give me a chance, tell me that you`re not giving up" this time he`s the one who`s breaking down in front of you. You don`t know what to say, you don`t know what to do.

"I`ve never given up on us, my heart wants your lips, smile, love, smell, style. I love everything about you, I hope you knew how much it hurts me when you leave." you cup his face wiping away the tears brimming out of his eyes while he holds your hands smoothly grazing his thumbs against it.

"but you need to go to her" you whispered timidly hearts breaking into pieces, voice shaking and hands trembling.

"We`re nothing Y/n, I know that you saw what happened in the kitchen yesterday night. I will say that I love you and nothing else but you and I will never stop" he explains, forehead resting in one another.

Nose touching, breath fanning, hearts thumping, tears falling, and one passionate kiss.

"Never leave me again Johnny Suh," you said in between the kiss.

"I`ll never do that again I love you Y/n"

"You promise my baby?" Johnny can`t help but smile that you call him that again.

"I promise" he answers with a soft smile, leading him to your bed to cuddle. Of course, he`s the bigger spoon.

"I want two babies," you said out of nowhere.

"How about three?"

"No, two it is" you stated.

"Let`s make them then" Johnny hovers above you.

"Oh, gosh shut up and go to sleep Suh" you slap his chest playfully.

"Give me a kiss then" Still hovering above you.

"No!" you tease.

"Then let`s make them tonight" He flashes you a wide grin.

"Okay, I`ll give you a kiss" you giggle.

"No, I want babies." and he covers the two of you with the blanket.

You are the soul that fits into mine- Bliss

[emonaculate]

The need to Know

❥ Pairing: Eren x Black!reader

❥ Summary: Y/n knew that deep down it would be impossible to get over Eren, she knew that after they had broken up; it would have been best to just move on. However, the idea of him being with anyone was just too much for the woman to bear.

❥ Genre: Angst if you squint

❥ Word count: 1.9K

❥ Warnings: Cheating, Profanity, Violence, and mentions of sex

Y/n remained silent as she sat in the cafeteria, her mood going downhill after seeing them enter and sit with her former friend group; those two being Historia and Eren, the newly formed couple.

"Y/n did you even hear what I've been saying?" Hitch elbowed her friend in the side.

"Huh? Oh... Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. You know from studying for midterms." She replied as she rubbed her now sore rib-cage.

Hitch watched Y/n for a moment, then turned to look at the oblivious couple who were holding hands looking happy in love. An expression of pity and sympathy formed on the girl's face as she turned to look back at Y/n, whose brown eyes would not look away from the two holding hands.

"Oh... Y/n."

"It's not a big deal, Hitch. He made his decision and I made mine. After all, they look better together anyways." Y/n tore her eyes away from the couple to look back at her worried friend.

"I'd kick his ass if I were you. You guys break up and then he turns around and dates the friend he told you to not worry about. Bitch ass move if you ask me. Not to mention everyone keeping it from you for months." Hitch huffed as she linked her arm with Y/n's.

Y/n bit her two-toned bottom lip as she thought about how dirty her so-called-friends treated her once Eren and Historia began to date. Everyone knew right off the bat and just all unanimously agreed to keep it from her for as long as possible. Sure they only befriended Y/n due to her dating Eren but it still hurt because she thought that they at least cared about her.

"Nah it isn't worth my time. They made their decision and I made mine. Though you don't have to seclude yourself for me, I know Jean misses you."

"Damn fool should have known better." Hitch shrugged as she barely spared a glance at her boyfriend who was desperately trying to back into her good grace.

Y/n smiled in appreciation, truly grateful to Hitch as a true friend. As soon as Y/n found out about Historia and Eren; Hitch found out as well and blew up on everyone who dared to hide it. Hitch had even gone as far as taking a break with Jean to prove to him how fucked up the whole ordeal was; Y/n talked her down from doing it so now Hitch had just been giving him the silent treatment. And ever since that day, the Y/n and Hitch had been closer than ever imaginable.

"So what I was saying earlier is we're going to Porco's party." Hitch continued.

"Porco?" Y/n questioned in confusion.

"From Marley University who wears the leather jacket all the time."

"Oh, the grease monkey-looking dude."

"Exactly. So you in?"

"Absolutely." Y/n grinned after giving Hitch a quick fist bump.

It had been a while since Y/n dressed up, especially since her mood had been bitter and angry for the past couple of weeks, but none of that matter right now as she slipped on the strapless crimson-red dress that stopped above her mid-thigh. It hugged all her curves and showed off her figure in the best way.

"You look hot." Hitch purred as she wrapped her hands around Y/n's waist.

"And you have a boyfriend." Y/n reminded her friend as she placed her warm brown hands over Hitch's small pale ones.

"Mm, he don't gotta know."

"You don't mean that, you love Jean. Everyone knows that."

"....Yeah whatever," Hitch mumbled hiding her face in Y/n neck as her face blushed deeply.

Y/n laughed to herself as she finished getting ready for the night; her makeup was light but still stood out against her glowing skin, the golden eyeshadow certainly did wonders.

The pair arrived at the beach house and it already looked jam-packed. Y/n held onto Hitch's hand tightly as they walked through the entrance only to run into a familiar Zeke Yeager; Y/n grimaced seeing her ex's brother.

"Y/n, I haven't seen you in so long." Zeke voiced as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Likewise, but you don't have to pretend to be nice. I'm sure you know Eren and I aren't together anymore."

"Pretend? I assure you if I didn't like you. You'd know. So don't be a stranger and visit me sometime." The smile on his face seemed to hold a secret, Y/n wasn't sure she wanted to find out.

"Oh okay... It was good seeing you." Her glossed lips formed a soft smile as he walked away.

"You should fuck him to get back at Eren." Hitch suggested causing Y/n to smack her shoulder harshly.

"Absolutely not. Zeke is not about to be my rebound. Plus he's like too old for me."

"Honey, you had a thing for the tattoo parlor guy, he was too old."

"Levi is very attractive and you know it, Hitch." Y/n defended herself before they both broke into laughter.

"Come on, let's go dance." Hitch said as her laughter had died down and a familiar beat began to play.

As soon as they made their way to the floor, Y/n felt Hitch's hands attach to her waist and she began to grind back against her friend who seemed to be enjoying groping her thighs and hips way too much. Y/n couldn't say she minded too much after all, Hitch's love language was touched. The girls continued fucking around and enjoying their time until Y/n's feet began to hurt.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink, you want anything?" Y/n question as she panted softly.

"Mm, coke and vodka would be nice." Hitch responded as her chest heaved up and down as her eyes stayed focus on something elsewhere; Jean was dancing with some random girl and it was clearly getting to her.

"Girl, go get your man. I'll be fine." Y/n reassured as she pushed her friend towards the male and turned on her heel to find something to drink.

Y/n drank her sweet wine cooler, enjoying herself still until she stumbled into her old friend group. Her dark brown eyes met Mikasa's steel grey ones silently. The dark-skinned woman clenched her jaw and turned away from the other girl as quickly as possible.

"Y/n wait." She heard Sasha call out.

"Do not. I don't feel like losing my cool right now. I'm enjoying myself and I don't have shit to say to any of you." Y/n seethed as she turned back to face them.

"I just want you to understand, we didn't think that-" Sasha started again desperately wanting to get through to the woman.

"Honest do you see how stupid how you sound? You didn't think I'd be the slightest bit upset about my ex fucking and then dating someone I considered to be my friend? Not to mention all of you hid it from me without a second thought." She laughed in disbelief as she had begun to walk off again.

"Why did it matter when you're the one who left him?" Mikasa questioned calmly, but that was enough to set Y/n completely off.

Though she wasn't sure what came first, all Y/n knew that her drink had been thrown at Sasha and she slapped the hell out of Mikasa. Y/n was aware of what it looked like.

She knew that right now she looked like the bad guy, but deep down she couldn't give a damn. Every single fucking fiber in her body had been begging for her finally give in and snap. To give in to the rage that had been tearing her up for the past few weeks. She was angry and rightfully so, they betrayed her trust. Y/n wasn't even aware that she had been screaming until she felt her voice go hoarse

"Fuck you. Fuck all of you."

Y/n was grabbed by an unknown figure that had pulled her away from both girls who had guilt written all over their faces. She was hauled away into a separate room and she came face to face with the man of the hour, Eren Yeager.

"Y/n calm down." His voice that was usually soothing only filled her with more rage.

"No. Why the fuck are you telling them I left you?" She seethed showing his hands away from her body.

"I never said you did. They assumed."

"You should have told them the real reason. That when I said I loved you, you realized you didn't feel the same."

"Y/n..."

"No this is the part where you listen. I'm sick and tired of pretending to be okay when both know the truth. You broke up with me because you can't see yourself settling down with a black girl. That's why you were so quick to go get with a girl that was everything I could never be."

Eren's hand darted out and gently wiped away the tears, that she hadn't even noticed, that flowed down her brown cheeks.

"Y/n that's not why I left. I left because I never experienced love. I grew up in a split household. My father had an affair with my mother, then left to go back to his real family leaving me bitter and angry. I've never experienced romantic love nor have I seen it. I was scared.." He kissed her forehead and held her tightly against his body, despite her struggling.

"I gave you everything I had. Then you tossed me away because you were scared? You went and got with the same person I told you I was worried about. How do you think that makes me feel?" Y/n continued to cry in frustration as she held onto his chest.

"I know.." He stroked over her hair and rocked her slightly.

"I hate you." Her voice whispered.

"....I love you too."

Y/n hated how her heart fluttered at his words, she hated how he could calm her down with a few measly touches, she hated how he made her feel so unsure and nervous. Most importantly, she hated how much she loved him.

"I told you years ago. Your race wasn't and never will be a big deal to me. I love everything about you. I love how your nose scrunches up when you dislike something, I love how you randomly blurt out throwback songs, I love how you rage when you play video games with me." He began to ramble holding onto her tighter only to be silenced by Y/n leaning up to capture his lips into a kiss.

It didn't matter to her that what she was doing was wrong; her brain was on autopilot and she needed him desperately. Y/n wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer as tears clouded her vision. The need to know how he felt had finally been sufficed and she could finally be with him in the way she wanted.

Eren hoisted her up in his arms and laid her gently down on the bed behind them, she quickly slipped out of her dress and watched him follow suit, what was to come after they did the unthinkable was not her problem tonight, it was shit future Y/n would have to deal with. There was a heat inside of Y/n that she just had to have him feel tonight.

"I love you." His voice fell deaf upon her ears as he intertwined their hands.

[sisterofsomeone]

Personal Training

- Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader SFW

- Warnings: mention of harm, bandaging wounds, choking

- Summary: as a third year, you and your childhood friend Shinso have been moved from the general studies course onto the hero course. No one seems too keen on you two, until you meet Bakugou late one night in the training city and he seems to take a personal interest in you

———————

Wandering around the testing sites at midnight wasn’t something you should be doing, but ever since you got moved from general studies into the hero course it was the only way you could calm yourself down after a day of training. It was dark, the cold air still around your skin and the only light shining was from the full moon above you. You’ve always dreamt of being a hero, but knowing you couldn’t control your quirk, knowing you had the ability to seriously hurt someone if you lost control, you applied for general studies and vowed to learn to control your power before you tried to move into the hero course. Your thoughts drifted to Shinso, you two had been friends for years going all the way back to nursery, just two toddlers constantly holding hands and only ever with each other. Your chest swelled with pride thinking about how both of you had beaten the odds and been moved from general studies to the hero course after all your efforts. You were in your third year, you’d missed a whole two years of the intense hero course training but it meant you two finally got the attention you deserved. You were finally seen as hero material. Sure you felt bad for the people who got moved out, but you didn’t know them and they were obviously not making the most of the opportunity, so you were glad to take their spot. You had to be a hero at any cost.

It was quiet around you, the only noise you could hear was your own footsteps, your breathing the only sign of life. Your breath was coming out softly but because of the cold it was visible, the curls and twists of your breath softly disappearing into the moonlight. You’d been wandering around the town for a few hours now, watching the silent, dead city around you, the buildings towering over you and the roads stretched out and empty. It reminded you of home, disappearing after long days being bullied at school and skulking through the dying streets.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You hadn’t noticed the boy sneaking up on you. You could understand why he currently held your throat in his hands, you did look exceptionally different in and out of class. You didn’t bother fighting his grip, you knew this boy and he would certainly overpower you in hand to hand combat.

“You with that hand guy? He sent you in here to spy on me huh?” His grip tightened but you never once broke eye contact. His red eyes blown out with anger, his lips curled into a snarl and his breath warm on your face.

“I-I’m in your c-class dumb arse.” You managed to get out between shallow breaths. “The o-one with Shinso all the time. The new girl.” He seemed to believe you, releasing his grip on you ever so slightly but still eyeing you with intrigue.

“She has floaty purple hair, and that weird dark aura quirk thing...” You weren’t necessarily in the position to roll your eyes at him, but surely he should have noticed that your whole ‘dark aura quirk thing’ changed your physical appearance too? You’d fought him enough. You decided to indulge him, letting your power grow until you changed in his hands, the light from the moon almost being drawn into you as the darkness swirled and danced around you. Your body surged with the release of this power, your skin feeling hot, as if it was about to burn right off of your bones. You had never been able to control yourself before UA, and this place had shown you how to harness this power and use it to your advantage.

“Okay creep -“ he released you suddenly when your darkness started creeping up his arm and pulling him in. “- I believe you.” He was wiping his hand on his trousers now, obviously feeling the same burning you always did. You pulled your darkness back in, your hair falling flat against you, your eyes returning to their natural colour and your skin settling down. Dusting yourself off, you stood to face Bakugou. He towered over you, the boy growing to be over six foot during your time at UA.

“It’s almost as if you should believe me, seeing as I also live on the same floor as you.” Raising an eyebrow you tried to register his reaction but he didn’t seem to be paying you any more mind.

“Oi, I’m talking-“

“Shut up, I’m not interested anymore.” Sticking his hands in his pockets he turned on his heel and walked away from you. But you weren’t gonna let him get away that easily.

“Oi fucker! You don’t get to talk to me like that!” You walked after him, grabbing his arm.

“Get off.” He snapped back, his eyes dark and angry.

“Not until you apologise for trying to choke me out.”

“Not gonna happen sweetheart. Don’t wander around on your own acting all sketchy and I wouldn’t have had to.” This was ridiculous, all you wanted was an apology.

“But what about you huh?” He stopped walking and turned to face you.

“You’re skulking around here too, does that mean I get to choke you?” You smirked up at him feeling proud of yourself when his eyebrows furrowed.

“You can try, but I’ll kill you if you do extra.” This fucking guy.

“Are you serious right now? Like, does this act usually work on your classmates? Because I’m not scared of an immature man child who can’t even apologise when he’s done something wrong.” In a blur he’d managed to pin you up against the wall that you swore was 15 foot away from you two only seconds ago, his body pressed into yours and his hand around your throat again. You felt his thigh in between your legs, and you couldn’t help the shudder that moved through your body when he spoke.

“You should be scared of me, I’m gonna be number one, I’m the best.” He was staring directly into your eyes, not breaking the gaze he was bearing down on you.

“You think you’re gonna be number one? I beg to differ.” His cockyness seemed infectious. “I’ll beat you Bakugou, just you wait.”

———————

It had been a few weeks since your little scuffle and you had been trying to keep your word.

“Y/n, are you seriously gonna try and fight Bakugou right now?” You’d filled Shinso in on what had happened between the two of you and even though you knew he believed in your abilities, he really didn’t think you were ready to fight him.

“I need practise, and I can never go all out with you because I care about you, you’re my friend! It doesn’t work!” You laughed and Shinso rolled his eyes. He always asked you to go all in when you two sparred but you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him, even if you knew he wouldn’t hate you, you would hate yourself.

“Look, he’s finally done with Kirishima so now’s my chance. I’ll be okay I promise.”

You totally weren’t okay. Bakugou had kicked your arse, and all he had to do was get close enough that you could feel the heat from his skin and place a hand on your waist during an attack and your hormone-riddled brain freaked out. Not that he’d noticed you’d frozen mid fight, so he just kept firing off attacks as you scrambled to think up a defensive strategy. But it was no use, one well aimed hit and you were down.

You were with Recovery Girl in the nurses office when Shinso popped his head in.

“Told you so.” He said bluntly, drawing a tut from Recovery Girl.

“If you’re gonna be negative she doesn’t need you in here. She need positivity for healing thank you.” He apologised and moved further into the room.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Tired I guess, and a little sore, but nothing bad. How did the rest of the lesson go?”

“Well, Bakugou and Todoroki got into another fight, Deku tried to break it up but that didn’t really work so they’ve all got dorm cleaning duties for the next week.” That got a chuckle out of you.

“Bakugou? Cleaning? Unlikely.”

“Oh yeah, Aizawa said he’d stop by randomly to make sure they were cleaning.” By now Recovery Girl had ushered you off of the bed and had begun handing you your clothes back.

“You’re all bandaged up, now get dressed and get out of here! And take some candy! You! Make sure she gets back to her room safely will you?” Shinso nodded as you slipped your jacket and shoes back on, wrapping his arm around your waist as a support. You were thankful for him, even if he was a miserable bastard most of the time.

———————

Shinso had managed to get you back in one piece, placing you on your bed softly. No one else had come to help, but you two had expected as much. Since being transferred in you had been singled out as the outsiders of the group, no one had even tried as much as to have dinner with you guys or watch the tv with you two. You were always alone together, you were each other’s rock.

“Hey Purple hair.” The voice behind him was rough and angry, you recognised it in an instant.

“Bakugou. What do you want?” Shinso tried to take no mind, keeping all of his focus on tucking you into bed.

“I need to speak to y/l/n. Alone.”

“I don’t trust you alone with her after today.”

“Let me speak to her.” Shinso turned to face him, his eyes burning holes into Bakugou’s head.

“After the stunt you pulled? No-“

“Toshi, I want to hear what he has to say.” You tugged on his shirt feebly, and his guard dropped. He always softened up around you.

“Fine. But I’ll be outside.” You mumbled a thank you as he barged past Bakugou, hitting him with his shoulder as he passed. Shutting the door behind himself, Bakugou entered your room looking oddly sheepish.

“Hey.” You started softly, not wanting to jump straight into a fight with the guy.

“Hey. About today? I mean, I’m not gonna say sorry because you asked to fight but I just wanna say that I should have noticed you freeze and let up a bit. I didn’t notice and Kirishima had to point it out to me later on, so yeah. Don’t come in unprepared next time.” Well. It was a start.

“Oh, I mean I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to freeze up on you trust me!” You tried to laugh it off, but the atmosphere in the room was way too weird.

“Was it because I touched you?” You blushed at this and dropped your gaze to the floor. Where you really that easy to read? “Because if it was then Kirishima owes me $20.” Oh.

“No. I don’t know why I froze but it wasn’t because you touched me.” He smirked at this, moving to sit on the end of your bed. You instinctively pulled your legs closer to yourself but he took this as an invite to spread out more. You took in his toned shoulders, his strong arms and long fingers. Your mind drifted, wandering how good they’d feel slipping under your shirt and -

“You’re not even listening are you?” He pulled you from your dirty thoughts and you shook your head.

“Wow. I said that it’s a shame, because I’d love to explore what else I can make you do with my hands.” He had to be joking right? You blinked at him, your mouth agape with pure confusion. 

“See? You’re all frozen again. I must have an effect on you.” He started moving closer to you, shifting on your bed until his lips were a mere inch away from yours. His eyes were boring into yours, but the pupils were flickering slightly from your eyes to your mouth. He raised a thumb to your lips, rubbing the calloused skin across your bottom lip. You swallowed, suddenly aware how fast your heart was beating and how clammy your hands had gotten. 

“Bok-” He placed a finger on your lips as if you quiet you. 

“Call me Katsuki, y/n. I have a feeling we’ll be training much more closely from here on out.” With that, he pulled away and stood from your bed. He left your room, glaring at Shinso who was waiting patiently outside. The purple haired boy ran into your room as quickly as he could, inspecting your face when he saw you red, hot and flushed. 

“I’m not even gonna ask what happened here.” He scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“Oh, n-nothing happened. He just offered to train with me more.”

[kidney9-9]

November Bet

@hollandlover19​ asked: 

Can you write something where peter is dating the reader and she’s an avenger with similar powers to Wanda meaning she can read his mind and for the past two weeks peter has been horny as fuck and it’s driving him nuts cus he made a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest during no nut November so he’s trying to resist the urge to jack off but the only thing that will calm him down is y/n but she had to go on an emergency mission and won’t be back till later so he just lays in his room crying cuz everything hurts sorry if this is too specific you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🖤

Hey there hun! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. Just a note: I have no idea how boners feel after a certain amount of time, but I’m assuming it’s really painful since it’s a muscle straining itself?? (i think lmao) But this was interesting to write since I usually put more humor in my writing, and this one turned out sort of sad! Everyone is over the legal age in this piece.

Masterlist is linked in my bio, tags in reblog.

Peter Parker x Reader [Angst with sort of happy ending] Warnings: boner, pain and swearing Word Count: 1.6k

Peter regretted the bet so much now. 

It happened back on the 31st of October, when everyone was resting about, eating junk food and candy. Sam and Bucky had been teasing Peter for almost two weeks now after catching you and Peter getting a bit steamy in one of the weaponry rooms, and he wanted pay back. Peter thought he could control himself for a month because obviously he was able to do it before he reached puberty, so it should be fine! But fuck, did he regret it now, making a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest following the No Nut November challenge.

Day one was normal, he had so much confidence. He only let himself kiss your cheek though, and glance over to you when you would dress during the morning.

But now, two weeks in, he couldn’t fucking handle it. You were too hot. Tonight, was a gala event for Pepper and Tony starting a charity for children with heart problems which would start funding research into heart disease, and funding families who couldn’t afford treatments. You were wrapped in a silky flowing dress that Peter wanted to drool over. The small peaks he’d see over you twirling around, dancing to the classical music, and the fabric would outline your ass perfectly. Fuck, it was too much for him.

He had too many thoughts about it though. He wanted to reach out and squeeze you, spank you, trace every part of your body with his tongue. He wanted to devour you tonight; he wanted to fuck you out of your mind only to bring you back to another orgasm after the last.

Yes, the boner was showing very much.

It didn’t help when you’d look over to him worriedly, and he knew you could hear every single thought of his. It was your power, but you called it a curse. You spoke to him a few days before about how you heard his pleas to make love to you once again, but you reminded him of the bet and what he would have to do if he lost.

The loser had to streak and run across the outdoor gardens of the Compound at any time the winner felt like it; only once though. Peter thought about losing constantly, wishing he could lose, but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t let Bucky and Sam win like that, after them teasing him for so long. It would be humiliating, sure, Peter didn’t care much about that. But he cared about it humiliating you as well, he didn’t want them to tease you about it too.

“Baby, want to leave?” You mumbled to Peter, causing him to flinch out of his trance. Peter gazed down at your body for a moment, and cleared his throat, flushing immensely while he looked away. Your curves… he was so in love with everything about you.

“Mm, yeah sorry about this.” Peter signaled down to his boner and he could just imagine how some people had already saw it and started speaking about him, but he just needed to leave. You nodded sympathetically back to him, reaching out and grasping his shoulder to comfort him.

He shrugged your hand off after a shiver went through his body, breathing heavily as another wave of lust flushed through him, “I’m sorry. I- I don’t mean to, it’s just…” He trailed off, glancing back up to your face and seeing you nodding understandably back to him.

“I know, I hear it too. Text Tony and Pepper in an hour and tell them something came up. They’ll be okay with it.” You responded, almost wanting to stay behind to talk with the two more. They were one of the funniest but loveliest couples you met.  You felt close to them, almost as if they had a parental authority over you.

“I will, thank you.” Peter whispered back, gulping nervously as he tried to adjust his forming hard on. He just needed to go take a cold shower as soon as possible, and he already started thinking of strange things.

Deformed candles. Cheetos in beans on someone’s head. Evil cartoon characters. A dictionary with misspelled words.

You giggled, shaking your head at the things he comes up with in his thinking. You walked out of the ballroom with him, distancing yourself and opting to take an uber home instead, so he didn’t feel trapped. You worried about him during this month, realizing how bad it would feel to not nut for a guy.

You wished you could help him, but he wanted to keep the bet going.

When you got back to the Compound, your alarm instantly went off and your eyes widened, realizing you had to leave now. It was an emergency mission, you quickly read through the report, seeing that one of your contacts was revealed and gave up some information that needed to stay private. You rushed as fast as you can, barely sending a text to Peter who just got back to the Compound, saying you needed to leave.

Peter finally opened the text when he fell back on his bed, still struggling. He groaned, feeling his boner build up again, just imagining you out in the field, looking so sweaty and ready for anything. “Fuck…” He whimpered, quickly sitting up. He was worried for you being out there by yourself, but he knew he shouldn’t doubt your abilities. At the same time, he was trying to stop his feelings, because it just furthered his pain.

He cupped his boner, stumbling up and thinking to himself, how long has it been now? He couldn’t help it, thinking about sex. Fuck, it was crazy he wanted to just touch you again, how much he missed touching you was driving him insane. He couldn’t masturbate, he would lose the bet.

The winner also had the benefit of getting the title, “Greatest Person of the Year”, which included perks of people not teasing him and you, and many more. It would be great to have Bucky and Sam off your backs.

He set his phone down while he turned the shower on cold, needing to get in there as soon as possible. Maybe it would work now, but he couldn’t tell if it was too late to help. He still needed you by his side. Whether it was sexual or not, he loved you and needed to be by you.

“Ouch – oh shit.” He whined, coughing as the cold water hit his bare back. He stripped himself as quick as possible, now realizing he kept his socks on. He criticized himself, why’d you leave your socks on? Why are you doing this now?

The shower didn’t help at all. Once his body got used to the temperature, he got flashes of visions of you, from missing you. He groaned out of anger at himself for doing it, and he had to stop himself from palming his boner.

He got out of the shower, rushing to his phone and dialing your mission phone, that was connected to the earpiece you wore. When it connected, he could hear you grunting as you punched one of the people that attacked you.

“P-Peter? What’s up?” You stuttered, breathing heavily as you ran down to the other room, trying to get away for a few seconds to just get your mind together to focus.

“Oh shit- I’m sorry!” Peter rambled, forgetting you were busy. He hit his head and groaned to himself, hearing you on the other side of the phone.

Stop thinking like that idiot! He reminded himself, and you responded to him after a moment of shuffling around in the corner. “It’s okay! Is everything good? You alright, babe?” You whispered, glancing around and picking up one of the objects in the room with one of your powers, focusing it by the doorway to protect yourself.

“Yeah…uh, I’ll get you go. Please be safe. I love you.” Peter sighed out, scratching his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, hoping you were okay.

You quickly responded to him, “Love you. I’ll be back in a few hours I think, maybe 12 hours tops?” You randomly guessed the time, knowing there was a lot to do. You hung up when you heard someone’s footsteps.

Peter gazed down at his boner, now fully erect and he frowned. The blood hurt so much in his cock; he couldn’t do anything though. He laid back on the bed, his head on his pillow, still naked, knowing any clothing would hurt to put on.

He tried to focus his thinking on something else again, anything. It barely helped, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain rumbled through his body, the soreness was too much. He felt a few tears form and start to leak down his face, and he had to remind himself everything would be okay soon.

He rolled over, doing breathing techniques, trying to calm down. The tears wouldn’t stop coming though and he bit his lip, holding back his cries. It must have been ten or twenty minutes later when he pushed the pillow over his head, now having a headache from crying and the pain.

He held the pillow close, trying to block any light from the devices in the room, crying himself to sleep as the pain worsened.

When you got back, you quickly paced over to the room, needing to check Peter. You could tell he was struggling when he spoke to you and you pouted when you opened the door, seeing him laying on the bed. It was upsetting to see him with dried tear stains on the pillows, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

His boner was gone now, but you could tell he was probably in pain still. You laid down next to him, holding his arm softly, just hoping this dumb bet would be over soon so he wouldn’t struggle like that again.