#i do have more ground to stand on now that im back at school and everything they have much less room to judge

[spaghett-onaplate]

responses to rehearse bc i'm seeing my grandparents tomorrow and they have a tendency to ask weird questions about the whole trans thing:

that's a personal question

that isn't your business

that's a weird thing to ask

you don't need to know that

i never said that

i don't know why you think that

[sweeterthancandy]

sam!! my love

thinking about stanford!sam… studying with him, but its more hes studying and your staring at him just wanting to get dicked down

moral of the story sam cant say no to you and finally lets you have him

same vibe as like teasing under the desk in a meeting

oh youre a fucking genius thank you so much for this image

sugar

warnings: afab!reader, nerdyyyy flustered sammy, almost sucking him off?, spit stuff kinda, size kink if you squint, riding, lots of petnames, reader is a big tease

wc: 1k - nsfw content below the cut 🍭

sam was never the most popular guy at school, he was just another lanky, sarcastic, and awkward nerd. always studying and prepping for you dont even know what, always just kinda sitting in the back of the class listening intently.

and that just made you want him more.

so thats how you ended up in his dorm, watching your boyfriends expressions change with each problem on the page. god the way his huge hands twitch along the paper, the veins in his forearm popping as he grips the pencil tighter, his neck-

“you paying attention?” he spoke sounding almost disappointed as he catches you drifting off. “uhhhhhhhh…. ok sammy im sorry” you fold instantly not being able to lie to him. “seriously.” he shakes his head and looks back at the paper.

“its just you look so good right now.. i need you baby” your voice got quieter as your sentence went on. hes choosing to ignore your cries, not out of malice but out if pure commitment to his studies, “pleaseee” you whine out shuffling in your chair, pressing your thighs together just trying to get any friction you could.

“this is really important” he mutters to you, not even raising his chin. the look of determination in his eyes, hes soooo fucking smart and you love it, you love being able to just turn your brain off around him.

ok its all just becoming too much you need to do something.

thats how you found yourself lowering yourself to the ground to rest on your knees, your sharp nails run across his thighs as you lick you lips in preparation. “uhh..what-what are you doing” hes flustered.

“just keep working baby just wanna-“ all you can do is look at him with big begging eyes for only a few seconds before they move down to the bulge in his baggy jeans, fingers going to play at his belt, “wanna take your big, big c-“

“ohhhh-haha-no ok no jokes over get up now..” he pants out, wheeling his chair away for a moment. you could tell this was getting him riled up, his eyes filled with sheer lust at seeing you like this all for him.

“you dont wanna be in my mouth, sammy?” you look down with a pout, slowly standing up, peeling off your tight tshirt in the process. his jaw is agape as he leans back in his chair just watching you.

“you dont wanna feel all of me- see all of me?” your fumble with the button of your shorts before letting them slip down off your ankles.

you walk towards him like a panther to its prey, “you dont want that?” you whisper as you hover above him. as you look down you see his bulge has grown to a stiffer, tighter point. “please” is all it took for him to say before you ripped him up from his seat and throw him onto the bed.

straddling almost instantly leaving sloppy kisses all over his face, “of course i want that sweetheart- i just- get busy - you know that” he rushes out between kisses. “mhm” you buzz uninterested as your hands find their way to his belt again, “take you shirt off.” you say with urgency.

pulling it off his head with no problem he throws it to the corner of his room, where hed eventually lose this shirt due to the lack of care. you finally get to his zipper just begging to feel him, your fingers dip into his boxers and pull him out entirely.

“shit-there it is” you moan softly with dark eyes, “ohh god ok-“ sam whimpers as you hold him in gently in your hand, beginning to stroke him up and down as you move off of him to let your mouth hover above it.

his hands come to your hair, bringing it together to hold it all in a tight fist, “mmmgod shit” the curses leave his lips just as yours leave sweet kisses to his tip.

you moan as you lick all the way up his dick, letting all your saliva drip out the corner of your mouth wanting, needing to make a mess all over him. you lower your mouth onto him slowly sucking a few inches, just enough to tease before pulling your mouth off with a pop.

“god i cant fucking take this-get up here” he throws his head back with a moan as he yanks your head up before releasing you completely just to grab your hips to straddle him.

“what’re you do-mm“ before you could even think your panties are pushed to the side and hes sliding you down onto him with loud noises coming from the both of you. he bottoms himself out making you feel complete and so so good.

with urgency now he starts pumping himself up into you with ease as he hold your hips steady above him, “fuck me s’good-“ your eyes roll back as the sensation takes over, you cant believe this is how sam winchester is in bed, quiet, awkward, smart sammy.

after awhile of him helping you out as his chest gets mauled, meaning you scratched the living shit out of it, you start to bounce on him at what seems the fastest you ever have.

“s’close-s’close-dont ever stop-so fuckin’ tight” sam likes to ramble when hes close, he gets all nervous and blushed, his hands grip onto your tits just a little tighter. “yeah? want me to fuck you harder?” an audible whine leaves his lips, so that means yes.

your ass slaps against his hips with a loud slap over and over and over and “ohgod-agh fuck fuck” you squeal at the white hot sensation you gave into. “cum baby im cumming i am i am-“ the sound of your noises and the raw flesh slapping against each other were obscene.

pants were all you heard as you came down never getting off of him just grounding yourself until you saw him smirk and rub gentle circles on your hip. “you wanna get food?”

i hope this wasnt toooo self indulgent this was the best ask everrrr thank so so much!!!

[sentientcave]

Swallow My Pride

Simon spots you across the bar. You're a long way from the little girl that used to torment him in primary, but that's alright. These days he's got a soft spot for beautiful men.

Contains: FtM!Reader, Reader bullied Simon in primary school, alcohol/bar mention, smoking, oral sex (Simon receiving), Reader has hair long enough to pull a little, Implied fibre arts, abrupt ending because I wasn't gonna get into all that. Maybe later.

1.1k ~ MDNI ~ 18+

It figured that you'd be gorgeous now.

He almost didn't recognize you. Probably would have missed you entirely if not for the long, searching glance you'd given him, like he was familiar too. Back then you were a skinny, mouthy little bitch that made his life miserable until you moved away, and now you were a handsome, self-assured man, filled out strong and a little soft. Standing with your friends, laughing. They obviously didn't know that you were a venomous little viper under that easy smile and oversized, hand-knit sweater with wonky cables on the front.

The lads noticed his silence and singular focus. Johnny started acting up some, like he always did when Simon paid too much attention to another man.

"Y'gonna talk to the pretty boy?" he asked, exasperated. "Or jest leer at'm all night?"

"If you don't, I might," Gaz said. "It's cold out these days and he looks like he's comfortable to have a lie in with."

"Fine. I'll talk to 'im." Simon stood and shouldered his way over to you, cutting a swathe through the crowd of people lingering by the bar, and put a big hand on your shoulder. "Wanna talk t'you," he rumbled. "Follow me."

"Hey, what the fuck," one of your friends said hotly. "Don't be rude."

Simon glared at her, ready to snap, but you quickly put yourself between. "It's okay. I know him."

Simon steered you outside and shoved you up against the wall. "Recognize me, do you?"

"Of course. Thought you were dead, though. Saw you here a couple months back. Kept coming back, thinking I had to be nuts." You tilt your head to the side. "I'm surprised you recognize me."

"Maybe I wouldn't've, if I'd ever seen you as a woman. But we were kids. You've changed, but I know you."

You had been the worst thing in his life, outside of his home. Quick to point out his hand-me-downs and his shaggy hair, to knock things out of his hands. If you’d been a boy back then, he would have just punched your lights out, but even then he knew better than to hit a girl. You were fair game for a fight now, as far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t really that interested in fighting. Especially when you were giving him that kicked puppy stare, regret written all over your face.

Regret was a powerful motivator, and he liked the idea of you trying to make it right. He liked the idea of seeing what he could get out of it too.

"I never got to apologize. When I heard-- Fuck, you've been through it. Apologies don't seem like enough." You look at him, big eyes and soft mouth. So fucking pretty.

"It's not enough. Don't want to 'ear it anyway. Want to make it up to me?" He waits for your nod, then reaches for his belt. "Suck me off. Right 'ere."

You look stunned for a moment. He expected to to stalk off back inside-- He didn't really want an apology, didn't think there was any making up for it, not really. Just wanted to push your buttons a bit, more than anything else.

But you dropped to your knees on the dirty ground, and waited, patient as a well trained dog. "Good boy," Simon grunted, pulling out his cock. He liked the way your big eyes got bigger, a gleam of want in them. You'd grown up to be a proper slag. He slapped his cock against your cheek, and you turned to catch it, sliding your lips and tongue along the side.

"This why you 'ad t'be such a cunt back then?" he asked, grabbing your hair to keep you from sinking your mouth down onto his cock. "Wanted me so bad an' couldn't say so?"

You glare at him from the ground. "Do you want the apology or the head, Riley?"

"Makin' me choose, are you?" He let go of your hair, however, his laugh turning to a groan as you sucked the head of his cock into your hot mouth, tongue lapping at his slit to taste the bead of bitter precum.

He was going to be more of a dick about it, but he couldn't get a word in. You worked his cock like you were made for it, working your hand over the shaft when you lapped at the tip, swallowing around him when you sank all the way down, taking him into your throat, bobbing your head back and forth, spit dribbling down your chin and his balls, messy, like you knew that was just how he liked it.

He managed to communicate that he was going to cum, enough that you let him pop free and pump his come onto your waiting tongue, purposely missing a little, his come glistening on your cheek and caught just slightly in your hair. You swallow, grimacing slightly at the taste.

"You ever eat anythin' that has a lick of nutritional value?" you gripe, using your fingers to scrape his come off your cheek and into your mouth anyway.

"Get your trousers off an' I'll eat your cunt," he offered, groaning again when you sucked him into your mouth again, cleaning off the mess. "If y’still ‘ave one. Christ. I'm takin' you 'ome either way." He lit a cigarette, glancing at the door when it pushed open, ready to bark, relaxing when he realized it was just Soap and Gaz. "Hey, lads."

You side eyed them, but you finished your job first, sitting back on your heels and wiping your mouth with your sleeve as Simon tucked himself away again. Gaz and Soap stood there, gaping like fish until you stood up.

"That's gotta be a record," Gaz said. "You haven't been gone ten minutes."

"Well, pretty boy knows what 'e likes." Simon dropped a hand on top of your head and pulled you close to his side before you could duck out of the conversation. "Don't go, pup. Figure you owe the lads an apology too. You're the reason I'm so mean, and they've 'ad t'deal with it all this time." He slid his hand down the side of your face and hooked his fingers into your mouth roughly. "What d'you think?"

You look at the other two. Gaz was trying to look nonplussed as he lit his cigarette, but there was no hiding the hungry gleam in his eyes. Soap wasn't even bothering to be subtle. He looked you up and down, palming himself through his jeans.

You shove Simon's hand out of your mouth, grinning. "Oh, he's been real mean, has he?"

Soap stepped in closer, his fingers hooking into your pocket to reel himself in next to you. "He's been a nightmare. Yeh gonna make up for it?"

"Can try. Riley's always been pretty determined t'be a cunt though. It's not all my fault."

“Need to say goodbye to your friends?” Gaz asked.

“Nah. It was a date. Didn’t really like them anyway. Felt like they were just looking for a compromise between addin’ a man or a woman to their failing marriage. Not really keen to get into all that. This sounds more fun.”

Simon chuckled. “Good choice, pup. Let’s get goin’.”

I've been rotating this thought in my mind since I read this fic by @/soapcloth about Soap being Reader's childhood bully. Read that, and then all the other stuff they've posted because there's some very fun stuff and I highly recommend their work.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[fleuryns]

BUS STOP ★ 西村 力

୨୧ ; 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀

❪ 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝑖 ❫ 니키 & 𝑓 ! r 69Owc ♥︎ fluff drabble high-school au 🪽 pre est. rel ──𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 ｡

𝑙ike ˊᯅˋ  reb𝑙og

the first time you see him it's a monday morning. it’s so cold and dark, your energy is under the ground, and it's definitely way too early to be excited about anything.

you’re tugging your scarf tighter with small huffs of frustration, when you suddenly spot him standing at the far end of the bus stop.

a tall guy, really tall, and dressed in all black. a backpack is slung low on one shoulder and his headphones are in.

you can faintly hear a fast beat from the song he’s listening to and you wonder how loud his volume is.

you try not to stare, but for some reason it's incredibly hard to do so.

when the bus comes, the guy gets in right before you. he sits by the window all the way back, head resting against the glass. he doesn't notice the glances you steal while pretending to get stuff from your bag.

he’s there again the next morning. and the next. and the one after.

before you know it, his presence becomes part of your morning routine: you arrive at the bus stop when he's already there, you try to be sneaky in your staring, then you get off the bus, the boy stays on, and everything's gone for the rest of the day.

you don't talk, not yet. but you can't help but wonder if his voice sounds deep. he definitely looks like he'd have a deep voice.

you call him "the bus stop guy", and your friends tease you about him all the time. he doesn't notice you. probably. hopefully.

until one day, it rains. not just a drizzle, a full-on downpour that leaves you soaked within seconds. because, of course, you forgot your umbrella and it's too late to run back home.

and of course you look like a wet dog in front of your crush, who is casually standing under a huge black umbrella, completely dry.

he looks over at you. it might be the first time he acknowledges your presence in months and he just stares at you like you're some sort of weird alien from another galaxy.

but then, slowly, he shifts. the umbrella moves over you, while his eyes are already facing the street again, avoiding your gaze. you blink up at him, stunned.

"... thanks" you mumble.

the corner of his mouth twitches in what might be a little smirk. "a bad day to forget" he comments, voice a little rough, like he just woke up ten minutes ago. it's deep, like you had imagined. you want to hear it again.

"yeah, well, i wasn't expecting the apocalypse to happen" you laugh, nervously.

he finally looks at you, really looks at you, and something shifts in his expression. the ghost of the smirk is still there, but it turned softer. or maybe you're just imagining things again.

"im riki" he says after a few moments of silence, and just like that everything changes.

you still meet at the bus stop every morning, but now you stand closer, talk more. you find out he goes to a different school, that he loves dancing and that he's softer than he looks.

you never mention the rainy day again. you talk about mundane things, to fill the silence, mostly. he's a good listener to your ramblings, occasionally humming and nodding along like whatever you're talking aboug is the most interesting thing he has ever heard.

one day, before you have to get off, he taps your arm. "hey" he says, meeting your gaze with shy eyes. "i... like talking to you".

you smile, heart thumping. "i like talking to you too" you say. "i really like you" you confess next, without thinking, while hurrying up to get off.

riki's face is red when you turn to look at him. a small smile, rare but real, spreads across his face. "i like you too!" he blurts out in panic as the doors start to close between you.

the bus drives on, but for the first time it doesn't feel like the end. it feels like something new might just have begun.

© 𝖥𝖫𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖸𝖭𝖲 | 2025

[homestylehughes]

i'll always come home to you.

pairing(s): quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: quinn making a promise to always come home to yn.

word count: 508

warning(s): nothing!! super cute fluff :)

authors note: hi loves!! super sorry ive been so inactive. school started, and ive been so busy but i wanted to write a little blurb about quinn, he's been on my mind recently, he's sooooooo (so many words). anyways! i hope you all are doing well, take care of yourself and stay healthy. much love as always <3.

No matter how many times Quinn left for a roadie, it was still hard. No matter how many times you tried to prepare for the long weeks without him all around you, it was still so hard. This time specifically was harder than usual. You had the worst week at work and all you wanted was to come home to Quinn, to wrap yourself in his embrace..to feel calm, to feel love. But instead of being cuddled up to Quinn, you were instead cuddled up on the couch under your favorite blanket with a pout on your face as Quinn finished packing his things for the 2 week roadie. 

“I wish you could stay” you pout out from the couch, watching as Quinn packs his last bag full of gear. 

“I know baby, i wish i could too” quinn says from the kitchen, shooting you a quick loving look before getting back to work 

“Imagine if i just trap you in the house, so then you can't leave” you say jokingly 

“You'd have a lot of mad fans and players on your hands baby” quinn says with a chuckle, as he sets his now packed bag on the ground, now walking towards on the couch 

“I know. It sounded good in my head” you say with a sigh, dropping your head back against the couch to look up at quinn who's now standing above you. 

“If i could you know id stay here with you forever” he says as he looks down at you 

“I know, I wish you could. I know I should be used to you leaving but every time you do I swear it gets harder.” 

“Oh baby” Quinn says, moving to sit next to you on the couch. 

“Come here” he gestures to his lap, nodding as you follow his request. Hooking your leg on his thigh, pulling yourself into his lap. 

“Im sorry..im being a baby.” you say, feeling childish that your acting like this infront of him

“Hey. look at me” he says, moving your face to look at his 

“You have nothing to feel sorry for, you're allowed to be sad. You know how much it kills me to have to be away from you for weeks and months out of the year? I miss you before I even walk out the door, I promise that I will always come home to you, as long as you allow me too." Quinn declares to you, his eyes never moving from yours. 

You can feel your eyes beginning to water as you soak in his words, as you stare back at him. 

“Quinn. You always know how to make me cry” you say with a small laugh as you go to run your hand under your eyes to catch the tears that have fallen

“I love you so much. I want you to always come home to me for the rest of our lives.” you say 

“I love you more” he says, moving his hands to cradle your face in his hands,

Quinn moves to connect your lips together, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close to you even if it's just for a little while longer. Embracing each other in your warmth and love, pouring every bit of your love into the kiss, hoping it'll give you enough to last for two weeks. Even its two weeks or two months you know that Quinn will always come home to you. 

[wsknbfanaccnt]

I’m so glad I found you cuz my obsession with knb suddenly decided to come back😭 anyway can you please do how they act seeing someone hurts their s/o please and thank youuu🫶🏻🫶🏻

YESSS omfg im actually the same way, my obsession came back recently LMFAO

thats how it is with our lil hyperfixations ugh which is why im writing a lot (especially abt Akashi<3)

anyways I LOVE THIS REQUEST okay i cant wait I LOVE WRITING THIS KIND OF TROPE AAAAAAAAAAA

and i realized i havent written scenarios in so long dayum

thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoy it and feel free to request more <333

Someone hurts their s/o

TW!: violence, abusive ex, strangulation

You stayed behind in class for a while after school, talking to your teacher about a few questions you had in class. As a result, your beautiful boy went off to practice by himself and you two agreed to meet at the gym. Little did you know, your abusive ex was waiting right in the halls by the gymnasium. As you made your way there, he jumped out in front of you with a smirk.

"Hey there, (y/n)." Immediately you stepped back, fear overcoming you.

"H-Hi... what are you doing here..?" you asked quietly, trying to find a way to call out to your boyfriend.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to take you back. I miss you," he hissed, his voice dipped in poisoned honey.

"Um- I have a boyfriend now... sorry, I gotta go-" you said quickly, hoping to just shove him away and go to the comfort of your boyfriend's arms. But he wouldn't have that. As you started to walk he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, taking a fistful of your hair and slamming you onto the wall. You cried out loudly in pain.

Inside the loud gymnasium, where no one else would’ve heard, your boyfriend caught the sound of your voice.

Your ex grabbed your throat and pinned you to the wall, cutting off your air. You tried to pull his hands off of your neck but you were losing oxygen quickly, and you could feel yourself getting weaker by the second.

"I don't care... you're mine. And I can make you mine again."

"Please let go of my girlfriend." a voice suddenly echoed, making the guy jolt. He took your hand off of your neck in surprise, you dropping to the ground as you coughed and gasped for air.

"Who was that?!" He looked around, ready to fight. But there was no one there. Kuroko had already rushed to you, taking your hands in his with worry in his eyes.

"Oh no (y/n)... are you okay?" Kuroko asked with worry in his eyes, gently wiping off the blood on your forehead. Amidst your coughing you managed to croak out a weak "yes", trying to catch your breath. When your ex finally noticed you and Kuroko on the ground, he growled in annoyance.

"Hey! You're interrupting something here!"

"Please leave us alone. You've already hurt her enough." Kuroko hissed. Slowly you lifted your head, catching the expression on his face.

You've never see him so angry.

Even your ex noticed this, the rage that was emitting from the blue-haired teen.

"Jesus- I was just playing around...." he brushed it off, stepping back from the scene and leaving in a rush. Kuroko took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"You need to get to the infirmary (y/n)... can you walk?" he asked softly, putting aside the hair that blocked your eye.

"I-I think so..."

"Then let's go," he said with determination, standing up and reaching a hand to you to help you stand.

"Thank you Kuroko-kun..."

"Of course, (y/n)-chan. I'll always be here to protect you."

"Kuroko-kun?"

"Hm?"

"Why did you show up here alone? I know you know that you couldn't have handled him by yourself..."

"Yes I know... Have you seen these guns?" he gestured to his bicep. You chuckled softly, the two of you making your way to the infirmary.

"You dare lay a hand on my woman?" Akashi seethed. From the looks of it he could almost shoot lasers out of his heterochromatic eyes, approaching the two of you.

"S-Sei..." you croaked out, tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to stay conscious. From his mere voice your ex jolted, turning his head to look at Akashi. Pure bloodlust was radiating from him, and it didn't take longer for the man to release his grip on you.

"Shit- fine! Just- get away from me!" your ex panicked, feeling as if he was about to get eaten by a lion any second. He then ran off, leaving you on the ground.

"(Y/N)...!" Seijuro quickly lifted you into his arms, holding you protectively as he checked on you. You were coughing and wheezing, trying to get as much oxygen back as possible as you held your neck in pain.

"Shh... breathe, my love. Slowly now, deep breaths," he guided you as you calmed down, and eventually you were breathing normally again.

"I should have gotten here sooner... I apologize, my love. I will never allow that to happen again." He said, determined. Akashi stood up with you in his arms, making his way to the infirmary.

"Thank you for saving me Sei..." you croaked shyly, your voice hoarse.

"Do not strain yourself, my love. I will keep you safe."

"What about practice...?"

"Nonsense. You are my priority."

Bonus:

The next morning you saw on the news that a man who was an abuser was taken to jail the previous night. When you saw Akashi at school, you decided to approach him about it.

"Hey, Sei... about my ex..."

"Not to worry, my love. Shall we go to class?" he said rather cheerfully, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Oi!!" Midorima hissed at him, gripping the lucky item in his hand; a glass paperweight.

"Seriously? This guy is your boyfriend? What a dork. What do you even have in your hand?" he laughed, looking between the two of you.

"Let her go, nanodayo."

"Hmm... how about no?" your ex teased, squeezing your neck even tighter. Before he could do anything else, the glass paperweight was thrown at his head. It shattered into pieces as it came in contact, letting you go as you fell to the floor.

Midorima was quick, though, and he caught you just before your head hit the ground. You held your neck in pain, coughing and gagging as you regained your breath. He gently moved your hand aside to inspect your neck, which had black and blue bruises already forming.

"Tsk... (your zodiac sign) came in last today, nanodayo. I only left you for a second and-" he was cut off by you, throwing your arms around him as tightly as you could. Midorima pursed his lips, holding you gently but protectively. A chill ran down his spine, realizing you were shaking.

"That was so scary.." you muttered quietly, hiding your face in his neck. He might not be good at comforting you verbally, but he knew what else he could do. He hugged you tighter, a hand behind your head and stroking your hair gently.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, Midorima letting you calm down in his arms. If there was anything that helped you settle, it was him.

Bonus:

Eventually you calmed down, taking a deep breath as you lifted your head up. The first thing that you saw was Midorima's emerald eyes looking at you with worry. The second thing was your ex, unconscious on the floor.

"Um... what are we gonna do about him?"

"I've been trying to find a solution for that this whole time, nanodayo."

"What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend, asshole!?" immediately Aomine ran in for a punch, his knuckles landing on your ex's cheek. He cried out in pain, letting you go to get ready for the fight. You fell to your knees, coughing and whimpering in pain.

"You wanna fight, huh? I'll fight you." your ex threatened, cracking his knuckles. But before he could do anything else Aomine landed another punch on him, this time landing on his jaw. With a spin he dropped down to the floor, unmoving.

"You'll pay for that..." he clicked his tongue, rushing to you.

"Oh shit- oh fuck! Hey- breathe!!" Aomine panicked as he saw you, on your fours and wheezing from your injury.

"Come here, just uh- sit down and relax for a bit. That should help, right??" he said, pulling you to him. You sat between his legs, leaning against him as he supported you with his arms. You gasped for air, struggling to catch your breath and fill your lungs.

"Hey just- relax, okay? I got you- I'm here..." Aomine whispered in your ear as an attempt to calm you down and make you better. But uncontrollable tears started to stream down your face, hiding yourself in Aomine's chest. A sharp pang of pain shot through him as he saw you in such a state, hating every moment of it.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry... I'm here with you now, okay? I'll make that fucker pay for what he did to you..." he hissed, hugging you as if shielding you from the world.

"I-I thought I w-was gonna die...! I a-almost blacked out- and... and I couldn't do anything...! I c-couldn't call you...!"

"But you didn't, (y/n). You're here, you're safe. You're alive, and you're with me. You're okay.." he sighed, hugging you tightly. He stood up, carrying you in his arms bridal style.

"Cmon... let's just go home." you agreed for once and nodded, wanting nothing but his presence right now.

"Hey! Get your hands off my girl ssu!!" he shouted at the man, who turned to him and smirked.

"Oho? You managed to score a fucking model?" he turned back to you, laughing a bit as he squeezed your neck even harder. You clawed at his hand and arm, trying to get his grip off of you. But very soon your vision started to obscure and you started to see black.

"That's unfortunate, hmm?" he cooed, watching as you went limp, your hands falling to your side. Kise widened his eyes, rushing to the man and swinging a punch at him. But he dodged it, releasing his grip on you as you fell to the floor.

"You think you can hurt her and get away with it?!" he snarled. Kise grabbed his shirt and punched him hard in the gut and then in the face, with a speed that even your ex couldn't register. The blonde rushed to your side, picking you up gently and holding you.

"H-Hey- (y/n)...! Wake up ssu...!" he panicked, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. Kise put a finger under your nose, a wave of relief washing over him as he felt your breathing. Out of nowhere, Kasamatsu came into the scene, yelling at the blonde.

"Where the hell have you been?! Practice started 10 minutes ago!! What the hell is-" but he was silenced as he saw the scene.

"I'm not going to practice today, Kasamatsu-senpai."

"Then what the fuck are you still doing here?? Go to the infirmary!!" he hissed, pointing at the direction of where you were supposed to go. Kise nodded and carried you, rushing to the nurse's office with you in his arms.

"Hey... that's my (y/n)!!" the purple haired giant hissed, approaching the two of you as he growled in anger.

"A-Atsushi..." you gasped, trying to loosen your ex's grip off of your neck. But your ex in suddenly let go of you, cowering in fear of the mere height of your boyfriend.

"Never touch my (y/n) again!!" he bellowed, his anger echoing through the halls. Your ex cried out in fear, immediately running away from you two.

You sat up and leaned against the wall, catching your breath and holding your neck in pain.

"(Y/N)...!" your boyfriend pouted, kneeling down and pulling you into his arms suddenly, hugging you tightly from behind.

"S-Sushi..." you chuckled slightly, but whimpering in pain. Your voice was hoarse, and it hurt to talk.

"(Y/N)... that was so scary... you're so fragile..." Murasakibara pouted, ruffling your hair and resting his chin on the top of your head. You pursed your lips, snuggling against your giant's hold.

"It's okay (y/n)... I made the bad guy go away. You're okay now.." he said quite childishly, hugging you tighter. You appreciated it nonetheless, smiling softly as you hid yourself within Murasakibara's arms.

[organic-bloodbath]

can you pls do a thanks x reader where reader is like lowk a bad ass. enemies to lovers kind of thing. maybe they have known each other for years. she tripped up during mingle but someone saved just in the nick of time but later in the bathroom he yells at her telling her he can’t lose her because he loves her. and then they kiss and stuff and fall asleep together (im a sucker for angst with a fluffy ending🙏)

I love you, fucking idiot

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Hope you like 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

You and Thanos had known each other since middle school. You wouldn't consider the two of you friends, honestly you didn't really know what you were since you wouldn't think of you as enemies either. You had always disliked him, atleast that's what you thought, but it wouldn't go as far as hate. More like he simply annoyed the shit out of you. Thanos had been teasing and bickering with you ever since you were teenagers, and he seemed to enjoy it. It was always harmless, he never actually bullied you.

"Well, well, well – look who it is," Thanos said as he approached you and looked at your figure from head to toe before continuing. "I see you've dyed your hair."

Your hair was naturally dark brown, but you had dyed it pink a few months ago.

"Did you do it to match with me?" Thanos smiled. "Didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

"You wish," you denied, rolling your eyes. "I haven't had a single thought about you in several months."

"So, you admit you've sometimes thought about me," he pointed out and brought his hand to rest on his heart. "That's so touching, Cotton Candy."

"Don't be so full of yourself," you scoffed. "And cut the nickname, it's gross."

When the game started right after, Thanos leaned a little closer to you.

"Wanna race?" he asked.

"For what?" you asked, right brow lifted in curiosity.

"If i win, i'll get to keep the nickname for you," he suggested with a smirk.

"And when i win?" you asked. "Because there's no way i'm losing to you."

"I'll drop the nickname."

"Well, challenge accepted."

As you were running forward, trying to ignore Thanos near you, someone suddenly pushed you, making you fall on the ground. You laid there on your back, managing to stay still when the doll turned around to scan any possible movements in the area.

"As clumsy as always," Thanos mocked quietly above you, smirk on his face.

"Shut up," you mumbled in annoyance.

When it was time to move again, Thanos offered his hand to pull you up.

"I don't need your help," you muttered and started to get up.

"Stop being grumpy and take my hand," he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let him pull you up. However, he pulled you with more force than you had expected, making you almost to trip forward again but he held you still. You were standing against him now, your heads facing each other to make you lock eyes. Right then the doll turned again, forcing you to stay still for a while.

"Did you always have freckles on your cheeks?" Thanos muttered quietly as he examined your face closer, just thinking outloud.

"Duh," you mumbled and got off his grip when you could move again, taking a quick sprint forward to get ahead of him.

In the end, you did win the game just couple of seconds before Thanos, he was running right beside you the entire way.

"Ha! I win," you mocked him. "Didn't know you let yourself go out of shape when you started focusing on rapping."

"You were just lucky this time," he huffed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to bruise his ego by admitting his defeat to you.

"This time? You want to do this again, huh?"

"Until i win."

☆☆☆

The second game arrived the next day and you were supposed to form groups of 5 with each other.

"Alright, Y/N, you're with my team," Thanos stated, as if he had done the decision by himself.

"Um, no thank you," you laughed.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Thanos narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to you.

"Now, what kind of competition would it be if we played in the same group?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest. "The group that finishes earlier than the other wins."

"I see," Thanos hummed. "So what's the prize?"

"You'll see," you said and winked, leaving Thanos on his own without another word to search for your own team members.

Thanos wouldn't show it on the outside, but seeing you go and find a different group stinged his heart a little in a horrible way. Having you in the same group would have meant to either die together or live together. Being in different groups would mean the other could die while the other lived. But he couldn't force you to be in his team, no.

Your group played first and you did end up winning five seconds earlier than Thanos' group. It pissed him off so badly how you could win him twice and then rub it on his face afterwards.

"So, what do i owe you?"

"Besides all those pens you never returned to me in middle school?" you asked. "Hm. New shoes."

"Aw, is that a way to ask me to go shopping with you?" Thanos asked, having that same smile on his face which you hated. "I knew you liked my company."

You just punched his shoulder before leaving.

☆☆☆

The third game started, and along with his own team, you stood next to him as well.

"Now, you're not going to start wandering around this room on your own, got it?" Thanos said to you.

"What are you, my dad?" you scoffed, but having a playful smirk on your face. "You can't tell me what to do."

God, it started to annoy him how you took this as a joke. He wanted to keep you safe – no, he needed to keep you safe.

"You're not going to leave my side, are we clear?"

"That bossing me around is both annoying and kind of hot," you admitted, one of your eyebrows lifted.

"Are we clear?" Thanos asked firmly, voice getting louder.

"Yes, sir," you agreed, but Thanos could see that you didn't take him as seriously as he would have hoped.

As the rounds went by, you did stay with him and not go on your own ways. For that, Thanos was more than thankful. Since he had noticed that you kept following him, one round he didn't look so closely at your way anymore. He trusted that you were right behind him again, because the time was running out very, very quickly now and his team was struggling to find a free room. Thanos eventually did get into an empty room right at the last second.

Thanos turned around as the door had closed and locked itself, but when he saw a guy instead of you, his heart stopped. There were three players in the room with him, and none of them were you.

You had been right behind him, he had seen you. Barely two steps behind running and searching for a room with him. Thanos had been sure of it. But you weren't in the room now.

Thanos instantly ran to the gap of the door to peek out as the shootings started.

"Y/N!"

His heart was racing faster than ever before. Several people had been left outside, you included, and now their bodies were being carried into the black coffins tied with those fucking pink bows. It was too dark to recognise which body belonged to you.

Thanos leaned against the wall in disbelief. You couldn't be gone, that was impossible. You could survive anything. You had to.

He looked at his remaining team mates who were all staring at him. Nam-gyu, Se-mi and Gyeong-su, who looked at Thanos with the most terrified look out of all three.

Thanos stormed towards Gyeong-su and slammed him right against the wall, holding him captive by his shoulders.

"Where did you leave Y/N?!" Thanos shouted. "It was supposed to be Y/N!"

Nam-gyu had to pull Thanos away with a good amount of force so that he wouldn't start beating Gyeong-su up completely.

"Chill up, man," Nam-Gyu tried to calm Thanos down. "She probably found another room, don't get all heated up in the middle of the game."

Thanos took a deep breath and scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. God he was angry - mostly at himself how he had let this happen just like that and not kept a closer eye on you. He should have held your hand to make sure you were there, but he knew you would have refused and only pulled your hand away.

For the next round, he didn't see you anywhere among the players. There were a lot left and he didn't go through the entire carousel because he had lost all hope. He was sure there was no way you could have survived finding a room in just a few seconds.

Thanos didn't say a word as he walked back with his team after the challenge was finished. Nam-gyu tried to talk to him but he didn't spare any attention on him at the moment.

Then, his heart stopped for a mere second when he saw you walking next to another player, having a conversation with her which Thanos couldn't hear. You laughed at something what player 120 said to you.

You were alive. He heard your laugh, which was always louder than many other people's laugh normally were. Thanos was frozen still for a few seconds, only looking towards you.

He was disappointed when he noticed that you kept your attention just on player 120 and didn't scan the room for Thanos as closely as Thanos did for you. But he didn't waste one moment longer until he stormed towards you with large and loud steps that made many other players around him to turn and look at him.

Thanos grabbed your hand without a warning and pulled you behind him towards the bathroom. You tried to yank your hand off but his grip was too tight.

"Su-bong," you said. "Su-bong, stop."

He didn't listen to you, only dragged you after him so fast you were about to trip soon.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Thanos shouted when the door had closed. He didn't know if anyone was in the stalls right now and he didn't care.

"What?" you asked with brows furrowed, confused what Thanos was on right now.

"Don't you 'what' at me," Thanos spat, then pointing his finger at you. "What the fuck was that in the game?"

"What was?"

Thanos took a deep, frustrated breath in not to explode in total pieces in front of you.

"You didn't come to the room with me," Thanos said with a chuckle, though he found absolutely no part of this conversation funny. "You weren't in our room, Y/N. Why the fuck weren't you there?"

"I tripped," you shrugged. "You were gone already so i found another room."

You looked so indifferent and how this wasn't a big deal. You looked like you didn't care and it made Thanos even more enraged, fire building inside him unbearably hot.

Thanos laughed. Actually laughed. He didn't know where it came from because none of this was funny, but his emotions unfolded in uncontrollable laughter for a moment.

"Okay Thanos, what's going on?" you asked and crossed your arms. "I tripped, found a room and i'm now here."

"Don't you understand, Y/N?" he said in desperation, putting his arms on both of your shoulders. He had stopped laughing, his face completely serious and turning into anger and annoyance again. "You could have died!"

"Yes, Thanos, i know," you took your turn in laughing. "That's the point, they kill who lose-"

"But you could have been one of them!" he yelled at you, his face now only a few inches away from you. As he looked into your eyes, his wide eyes softened and his face relaxed more, voice turning a lot more quiet as well. "I could have lost you, Y/N. I was meant to protect you."

His hands moved upwards to cup your cheeks in their gentle hold.

"I can't watch you die," he said by barely a whisper. You leaned your face into his touch, a smile spreading on your lips. It annoyed Thanos. "What's so funny?"

"You like me," you stated with a grin. "Admit it, you like me."

Thanos huffed and rolled his eyes, letting go off you. He turned around to leave without another word.

"Come on, just say it," you said playfully, starting to follow his back. He gave you only silence and tried to ignore your finger drawing zigzag patterns on his back. "Come onnnnn, Su-bong. You like me, you like me, you like-"

He turned around in a mere second, stopping on his tracks so aprubtly that you bumped on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N!" Thanos shouted. "Don't you get that?"

Your eyes widened and so did his. The words weren't supposed to leave his lips like that, but you managed to press his buttons in a way to squeeze them out of him. You looked at each other, him sparing a quick glance at your lips.

Before either of you knew it, both of you leaned in towards each other and crashed your lips into a hungry kiss.

His arms were roaming all around your body, pulling you tightly against his body by your lower back. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing through his purple hair. His tongue forced your mouth open wider and was able to dig itself deeper to explore new parts of you.

Then, the door of one of the stalls opened slowly a few metres behind you, startling both of you out of the trance of savoring each other.

Min-su looked at both of you awkwardly, hint of pink on his cheeks, then quickly going to wash his hands and avoiding any eye contact with you. Neither you or Thanos moved during this time, not an inch besides of your heads to follow his movements. Your left hand was resting on his shoulder, your right fingers against the back of his neck. Thanos had his hands on your lower back.

Min-su glanced at you, both of you staring at him and waiting for him to leave, and then hurried out of the bathroom without another look. You and Thanos both burst out laughing at the same time.

"Oh my god," you mumbled and wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye.

Thanos put his finger on your chin, a smirk playing on his face.

"So, want to continue this," he suggested, trailing his tattooed finger along your lip and jawline, "somewhere more private, hm?"

You pushed his hand off.

"As if."

You were about to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and spun you around back to face him.

"So you're just going to leave me hanging like that, Y/N?" Thanos asked, eyebrows raised close to his hairline.

"Thanos, i'm not going to go to the damn stall with you."

Thanos grabbed your face into his hands, making you look at him. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but he only looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, i meant it," he said seriously. "I love you."

Your brows furrowed.

"I love you and i can't handle the feeling inside me when i even think that something bad might have happened to you," he explained with such a vulnerability in his voice you had never experienced before.

You looked at him seriously for a while, until you started to giggle.

"You loveee me," you teased.

"Shut up," Thanos mumbled, rolling his eyes, and turned his back to you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your chin on his left shoulder, gently caressing his chest with your palm in a soothing and calming way like you were trying to calm down a child after a breakdown. He stayed still under your touch.

"I think i like you too," you admitted.

"Just 'like'?" he asked. "Like, a friend or what?"

"Well, i wouldn't want to have you die either," you admitted. "It would make me sad."

"Would you cry over me?" Thanos asked.

"I might. A little bit."

Thanos knew you didn't show your true emotions easily to others and especially didn't admit them with words. He had always known that you showed your emotions through actions, not through speech. It would be useless to force you confess 'i love you' back even if you did love him.

"Would you be okay if... you saw me with another woman?" he asked slowly. "Someone else kissing me like we did, hm?"

You were quiet for a moment, still standing behind him on your tiptoes in the same position, but now grabbed his cheeks with your hand, turning his face towards yours. Your faces were so close your noses were only an inch apart from each other.

"You're mine, you hear me?" you stated seriously with a stern voice, fingers pressing hard on his cheeks. "No other woman is going to touch you as long as i live, got it?"

Grin spread on Thanos' face.

"You likeee me," he mocked you with a smile, imitating you.

"I'll hit you if i have to," you threatened but kept your hold on his shoulders as gentle and relaxed as before.

"I know you've fallen so madly in love with me," he insisted.

"And how are you so sure about that?"

Thanos turned around to make your bodies face each other.

"Because when i do this," Thanos said and simply put his hands on your cheek and lower back, pulling you closer, "you get all flustered and you scrunch your nose like this," he explained, slightly scrunching his own nose. "And you get jealous."

"I don't get flustered," you refused, narrowing your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"I'll get you to admit it some day."

"Get over yourself."

☆☆☆

When it was time to finally go to sleep, you had just laid yourself on your bunk, until felt another presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

"If you think i'm going to have sex with you right now, you're very much mistaken," you stated and turned your back to him. "Go to sleep, Thanos."

Thanos scooped over to lay on the bed on his side behind you.

"Who talked about sex?" Thanos asked, like the entire thing was a foreign concept to him. "I'm tired after the game too, you know."

"What are you doing?" you asked as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, your back against his chest.

"Getting a comfortable position to sleep."

You stretched your neck to look at Thanos over your shoulder.

"You planned to sleep here?"

"Obviously, señorita."

"Why?"

"Because that's what men do when they love a woman – or so i've heard."

"We're not a married couple, Su-bong."

"Do i have to fall on my knees to propose to you right now to make you shut up and accept me as your sleeping buddy?" Thanos asked, looking a little too serious that he'd actually do it if you kept resisting.

You eyed him for a moment until turned your head away from him back to rest on the pillow.

"If your hand wanders anywhere else than my waist i'll kick you to the floor," you stated seriously as you closed your eyes.

"Fair." Thanos lifted his head to plant a soft kiss on your temple. "Goodnight, grumpy princess."

"Gross."

"I know you love it."

[stxrvel]

intrusive (4)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader. content. THIS IS EDITED!! there are new scenes!! 16/9. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! sadness, lots of mixed feelings, self-hatred, flashbacks, flashbacks. a/n. hi guysssssssssss. its been a while, i know and im so sorry. i hope this chapter doesn't feel too rushed. truth be told, between life issues and that i've been having trouble with inspiration for scenes it took me a while to build this, but surprisingly i'm pleased with the result. now, where do you think we're going and what will we do from here on out?????? surprises come, surprises go. thank you all for your continued support!! i really appreciate the feedback from all of you and reading your comments makes my days. for those who are still here, thank you. see you next time!

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There were too many loose ends to tie up. There were too many empty spaces, too many misunderstood moments that kept your hair standing on end every so often or every time you remembered. They were like gaps, things you didn't know how they had gotten there, how they had happened, or how someone else knew. And you were accumulating them, suspicious, somewhat delusional and paranoid if you asked anyone, but they were held in that space in the back of your head waiting for the right moment to come out.

Between moments of lucidity and memories of the past, there were many things you had superficially let slip by.

Yuna was in front of you, her brow furrowed in concentration and her eyes almost square from the amount of time she had already spent in front of the computer. You had been at it all day, so the moment your friend appeared like it was her own living room and everyone acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary, you just plopped down on the couch with a calm expression, waiting for the perfect moment to let certain things out, to ask certain questions.

There were moments of enlightenment, there were moments of brilliant discoveries. And that day you had discovered something you had forgotten because of the brevity of its recognition, but in retrospect it was something worth knowing, even if there were still too many things, more important things, of which you were ignorant. At that moment, all gathered in the living room of your parents' house, the most important thing was what was on your mind.

“Yuna.”

Your friend barely shook her head in acknowledgement of her name. Your parents were arranging the table in the middle of the couches to settle lunch, surely a big feast like every other day for the past few days and the only reason Seojun took virtual classes that day, and your brother was ogling the dishes with his mouth ajar. Eugh.

But none of them were paying too much attention. Food, social media, ordering, direct messaging, arranging the geometrically correct dishes… everyone had their heads in their own world, and that's why you could hear the moment your father's hair touched the ground when you asked:

“You were the one who set up my book booth at the last convention?”

Four pairs of eyes bore into you.

“What?”

You looked at her expectantly, not letting the mischief interfere with your plans.

“No…! I didn't-I mean, what are you talking about?”

Yuna let out a nervous laugh, just after correcting herself when she got a blunt look from your mother. Your father stood stiffly behind his wife, the frying pan in his hands wobbling so clearly that a few drops of the soup dripped onto the wood of the floor. Your mother leaned over, leaving the plate she was carrying on the table, sending Seojun a look that caused him to swallow his saliva sonorously.

The scene was so comical that you really had a hard time not bursting out laughing.

“It's just that when I talked to Sol this morning she commented something…”

You let the words hover in the air, straining them each time it came to one of them. Yuna straightened up, completely forgetting about the computer for a second, peeling her back off the couch where she was leaning on the floor. Your father snorted in surprise so hard that he was attacked by a cough and your mother had to take the frying pan away from him before he watered down all the soup from all the shaking. Seojun hid behind your mother's legs and you just plopped down on the couch, stretching your legs over the armrest, satisfied with their reactions.

“And what did she say to you, honey?”

Your mother was the most composed, finishing arranging the dishes around the pan while your father had run out to the living room for a glass of water. Among the foursome, your mother was the only one who truly knew what dissimulation meant. You had no doubt that her sisterhood with the others in the room would end once you told them you already knew everything.

“She told me she was afraid I hadn't been able to see what you had done for me,” you frowned looking up at the ceiling, looking genuinely confused. “And it was weird, because we were talking about the last convention.”

Yuna let out a laugh, incredulous.

“And why would you be talking about that with Sol?”

Putting the antics aside, you stood up on your forearms and glared at her.

“Why did you do that?”

“What did I do?”

“Sol told me it was your idea.”

“That's not true!”

“Ah…” you held a hand to your forehead, as if you had just remembered something important. Your gaze swept around the room and Seojun cringed when your eyes landed on him. “True. She said it had been your idea.”

Before Yuna could send a warning glance at your brother, Seojun raised his hand and pointed at your friend, exclaiming:

“It was her idea! It was all Yuna's idea! Tell her mom!”

The two aforementioned closed their eyes, taking a deep breath and bringing their fingers to the bridge of their noses. Their expressions of ennui were unmatched and promptly Seojun was cringing for a completely different reason.

“You're such a jerk,” Yuna mumbled, almost barking in the direction of the poor man seeking to escape his mother's lethal gaze. Instantly, your friend turned her gaze in your direction, meeting that amused look that curled her annoyance just for a millisecond. “I thought you'd be more upset.”

“I was,” you lifted a shoulder, leaning back against the back of the couch as you listened to the string of scoldings your mom was in between yelling and whispering to your brother. “But it's impossible not to see reason when you're talking to someone like Sol.

Yuna also nodded in consideration. It was something that, not just the two of you, but all of Sol's workers agreed with. Sol had a warmth about her, a homely feel to her that made you automatically trust her and take it for granted that, if she told you everything would work out, it was because it would; whether it was by chance of the universe or because she would see to it that it did.

“Then it was a good thing you heard it from her mouth and not your inept brother's,” Yuna sent her another withering glare and you couldn't help the smile that twitched your corners as you watched your mother move the bowl of tteokbokki away from her grasp. It was so funny to see that he didn't always get the baby of the house treatment for a change.

“Were you planning on taking that to your grave?”

Yuna turned, arching her eyebrows. With her lips set in a thin line, you knew she was thinking about choosing the right words to answer you, even though that thing they'd done had led directly to the fact that, at that moment, you'd been able to afford the luxury of asking for vacation for the first time and focusing on what you truly loved to do. Even if they had worked behind your back, the result had not been so fatal.

If you took a few unwanted people out of the equation, that is.

Your friend finally softened her gaze.

“No, I knew you'd find out at some point. From whoever's mouth. A secret can only be kept from so many people.” Yuna rolled her eyes, moving to listen to your father complain from the kitchen. “But I didn't think Sol would tell you so openly. Was it on purpose?”

“Yes. I think she was trying to convince me or make up for something. I'm not sure which.”

Yuna raised her eyebrows, cocking her head in tension for barely a second. If not for the years you'd known her, you probably would've interpreted her short-lived reaction as genuine curiosity, the desire for a tidbit of gossip. But your friend's tension was palpable and it was something that left you wondering a bit, especially when she didn't speak until your father returned to the kitchen.

“Honey, I think I'm going to get a sore throat.”

There were too many loose ends to tie up. There were too many empty spaces, too many misunderstood moments. There were too many things you were still ignorant of and had no idea about; things far beyond what was happening in the present.

There were things you still didn't understand, like why and how Jeon Jungkook, the country's most famous idol and probably one of the celebrities most likely to have easiest facial recognition on the street, had so stealthily stumbled upon your whereabouts or why he had acted as if seeing you again was a reunion with his lost puppy from years ago.

“Are you still upset, noona?”

Seojun watched you warily, your sidelong glance leading him to cower once more behind your father. With lunch settled and the tension gone (barely), you all had been able to enjoy an enjoyable moment. After all, the dense atmosphere that still lingered was only due to the fact that teasing Seojun was fun and more satisfying when you had no reason to do so.

It all came from a great consideration that your family, and even Sol, had for you, trying to support you however they could, even if you didn't even seek their help. As much as you wanted to (and didn't really want to) there wasn't much reason to get angry. Less so when the outcome, likewise, had been favorable.

“We should focus on what's important,” Yuna dipped her spoon into the almost non-existent conversation, finishing her meal and leaving the plate practically glistening, to which your mother was able to sketch a satisfied smile. “We have a meeting this afternoon.”

“Ah. Yes,” Seojun nodded, remembering his place as the second-in-command of the business, because you had actually been relieved of any position you might have held in your own business. “As the person in charge of the treasury of this company, I must admit that the decision made is the most appropriate and in our best interests.”

Yuna narrowed her eyes, seeming it was almost impossible for her to ignore your brother's annoying presence.

“What have you contributed to this business to call yourself the person in charge of the treasury?”

“I've done a lot for this project! Besides, you are focused on advertising. You should be in charge of the public relations department.”

“And I can't handle both?!”

“I set up all the lines of communication with the delivery people and organized the accounts with Dad!” Seojun pulled Dad's shirt collar, pulling him close to his face with a frown. Your dad only let him be, as he savored a wing. “You took charge of net with mom. We can't reverse charges now. Experience and reality speak for themselves.”

Yuna clicked her tongue, irritated.

“Whatever,” shaking her head, she flipped the computer on the table so Seojun and your parents could get a good look at the proposal you had accepted, after arduous study over the weekend as a family. “After a long board meeting, which stretched over the entire weekend, this was the accepted offer.”

You could almost see the zeros running in your brother's eyes, with a budding smile making its way across his face. Your parents looked pleased, proud. And Yuna kept that determined expression; she was really taking all this seriously and you didn't know yet how you could thank her for it.

“Ah…” your mother sighed, holding a hand to her chest. “It's finally happening.”

When she sent you that look with the sparkling eyes you couldn't help but shrink back on your spot on the floor.

“Mom, I think it's best we avoid getting too excited until we've signed.”

Your mother nodded, closing her eyes and breathing to keep her composure.

“Accepted the offer, we were summoned to their facility, which is where we will be heading after resting from this delicious lunch.” Yuna smiled radiantly in your mother's direction. Sometimes you wondered if she wasn't missed at home. But… no, she was much better off here.

“My children have to rest very well to make the best decisions at that meeting,” your mother nodded, stroking Yuna's hair superficially and getting up to pick up the dishes. Seojun got up to help her, but your father stopped him, keeping the warm smile on his face. Of all of them, your father was the most expressive, but you knew that at that moment he was holding back only because at the slightest he would burst into tears. And yes, with a simple glance in your direction, his eyes watered and he had to run away hugging the dishes against his chest.

Seojun sighed dramatically.

“I wish they had been this excited when I entered college.”

Yuna moved across the table, smacking him on the forehead that left him with an instant redness.

“What are you talking about, idiot? You celebrated all weekend.”

Seojun didn't respond, touching his forehead with a grimace. Yuna snorted, not believing your brother's audacity, and turned her focus back to the contents of the proposal you had received from Noble Publishing Apgujeong. You still remembered the screams that had echoed throughout the house when they found the letter from that publishing house in the mail, the most prestigious and probably the highest one could aspire to in the world of writing and for the purposes of editing and publishing. There wasn't a book published under that publishing house that wasn't a success, and that they had sought you out themselves was a great privilege.

“Speaking of celebrations,” Seojun took the floor again, when your parents had finished taking the dishes away and agreed that you would wash them all together before youo left for the publishing house, because nothing was good enough, ”I don't think we've had a moment to at least pop a champagne and celebrate this.”

Your parents remained thoughtful, but you were already shaking your head when Yuna spoke:

“It's true,” her frown said she couldn't believe they hadn't done it yet, but between so many chores, to-dos and new things you were discovering on this new path, you couldn't just take the luxury of doing nothing for a few hours. There was a lot to work on. “We should do it after the meeting. With the contract at home, it will be much better!”

Your father and Seojun cheered in agreement and your mother gave a few claps.

“You're working tomorrow, Yuna.”

“So what?” your friend frowned at you. “Do you think it'll be the first time I've gone to work with a hangover?”

Your mom's throat clearing startled her, and she quickly melted like pudding with a sheepish grin.

“But this time it will be for a good cause…and it won't happen again.”

Your mom nodded, not very convinced.

“Incidentally,” Yuna regained her posture, sending a glare at Seojun, ”we could have y/n finally watch the video reactions of her books.”

“You haven't seen them?” Seojun exclaimed and suddenly the four pairs of eyes felt very threatening.

“… no…”

“Mom?? Did you hear that?!”

“Sweetheart!” your father exclaimed, looking at you as if he had heard that you did something worthy of banishment. “Why haven't you seen the videos, don't you know the good things they say about you?”

“The compliments,” your mother nodded. “Almost the entire internet loves your books.”

“That's an exaggeration, mom…”

“How did you even avoid all that hype?” Seojun asked, leaning over the table. “Even Dad's TikTok wasn't spared, and he only watches National Geographic videos.”

“…I muffled a few words.”

A roar of incredulous refusals followed your words and promptly everyone was moving to corner you against the couch so you had no escape.

“There is no time to waste.” Seojun nodded in Yuna's direction and it offended you too much that the only times they agreed was to do something against you.

“Mrs. l/n, I think dessert will be popcorn,” Yuna moved her computer closer to the center of the table as Seojun settled in behind you, each of your parents on your sides as your friend opened the TikTok web app.

“Hey, no… no. I'm not ready to watch this. I'm not-”

“Nonsense, noona. Even better, this will give you a big confidence boost for the meeting this afternoon.”

You didn't believe Seojun at all. Your nerves were on edge as Yuna moved to sit next to your brother and the first words of the first video echoed in the living room:

“My honest opinion of the A Million Swords trilogy…”

-

“Do you think I might publish any of these one day?”

Your fingers drummed on the keyboard of the desktop computer, watching the letters spinning a story that no one yet knew. No one, except for you and Taehyung at that moment. His gaze was confused as his dark eyes hid behind the dark, unruly, damp locks of his hair. For a pool day, you couldn't have had a better time than writing parts of your still unfinished story, the one you used to run away to when you had a whole reality to mold in front of you. Maybe you should have paid a little more attention back then; attention to details, to gestures, to distances, to forced smiles; maybe if you had paid that kind of attention you would have been able to foresee everything that would happen later… maybe then it wouldn't have hurt so much.

But at that moment, at 14, you could only see with stars in your eyes the enormous possibility that you thought writing would open up for you; the world you were about to discover, much farther away than you thought.

That weekend the pool party was at your house. Jimin had brought a gigantic inflatable pool withJungkook and they all kept splashing water in each other's eyes in the backyard. In your prolonged absence, surely, Taehyung had ventured inside the house to the only place he would know you would be if it wasn't next to them.

“Do I think? I'm absolutely sure.”

Taehyung shook the droplets slipping from the ends of his hair all over your face.

“Tae!”

“Why are you doubting it?”

“I never said I was doubting it.”

Your friend took one of the armchairs that each of the boys had recast in your room, which no matter how much you pulled them out always ended up there again, to sit next to you and watch the unfinished paragraphs on the computer screen. There were four armchairs already gathering dust in the corner of the room that you still hadn't had the heart to take them out.

“Look at that,” the brown-haired man moved his face closer to the screen, splashing more water on you, with a mischievous grin. “It was desire that stirred me, far beyond the reach of reason or any cognitive faculty. In the depths of my being, I knew with unshakable certainty that I was right. Their gaze scrutinized my every expression, searching for ways to break me, while their fingers, far from innocent, accused me relentlessly. Yet, even as the weight of their scrutiny bore down on me, there was no realm, no dimension in this vast, boundless universe where I had not chosen him above all else. Not even as the streets ignited, the houses crumbled to ashes, and the roar of thunder drowned out the cries for mercy…who writes like that?”

“y/n!”

Your other two friends appeared, reveling in the unapproved reading of the first draft of your first novel, and you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

You moved quickly to press the off button and your friends barely let out a short laugh.

“Don't ever do that again.”

“Then don't ever doubt you again.”

“I wasn't doubting! It was just a question…”

“She just wants you to be honest, Tae.” Jimin entered the room, moving right behind his friend and flashing a smile that made your hair stand on end.

“Honest...?”

“Shut up, Jimin.”

The aforementioned barely let out a laugh, under the scrutinizing and confused expressions of his other two friends.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook spoke, trying to gain ground in that unfamiliar room, clasping his hands in front of him in nervousness. He didn't even understand why he was nervous, he just knew he didn't like the obfuscated expression on your face.

“Nothing, Junkookie, Jimin's just an idiot who only knows how to spout rubbish.”

“Rubbish? Where do you even get those words from?”

“I learned it yesterday in literature class!”

“Uh-huh…”

“Stop it, Jimin!”

-

He wasn't a person to be caught off guard. His cautious attitude was something he had developed over time; with the experience of going through and surviving difficult situations; with the toughness of making strong decisions and constantly bearing the burden of being at fault for their consequences.

So no, Min Yoongi took it upon himself to plan things around him so meticulously that every aspect of his life had a place and a time; an hour and a second.

A planning so perfect that at that moment it was slipping through his hands like sand. His friend… no, Dohyun could do nothing but rest his hands against his desk sending him an obfuscated look, trying to look almost as disgruntled as Yoongi was at what he had learned would happen in that office.

“Of all the things I thought you could tell me…” Choi Dohyun shook his head, and on his face Yoongi could tell there were no words that could qualify his surprise. But he was surprised too, to be honest. He didn't know how he had summoned the fortitude to move so quickly from across town, from his study, to arrive at Dohyun's office and blurt that out to his face as if it were any Tuesday afternoon, as if he were simply inviting him to dinner at his house. “I've never underestimated you, Yoongi-ah, but this…”

“Who contacted you?”

“Who contacted me?” Dohyun let out a laugh, which felt a little heavy to Yoongi as he shifted his weight on his feet. “What makes you think I can't recognize a good deal from a distance when I see one? They call me the Shark for a reason, don't you think? I smell business like they smell blood in the sea.”

Yoongi clasped his hands at his sides, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Dohyun, who looked up and barely ran his tongue over his teeth before plopping back down on his ergonomic chair.

“The decision is already made,” was all he said to him, generating a flutter of emotions inside Yoongi.

“Who contacted you?” Yoongi insisted, feeling time slipping through his fingers. “How did you find out about… this?”

Dohyun let out a laugh, bordering on sarcasm and disbelief. Yoongi would've taken more time to think about it there, to ponder what he was doing, what his impulses were pushing him to do. But within the framework of his decisions and conflicting feelings, Yoongi had taken a path that he could no longer undo and the least he could do was avoid was to generate collateral damage to someone. Just for the chance to try, even though the probability of having the universe in his favor was microscopic, he decided not to give in to reason.

Maybe he would still be the villain in someone else's story, but in his conscience… maybe… maybe he was right and was looking for no way to excuse himself; to excuse things he could no longer change; to excuse behaviors he could no longer erase and decisions he could no longer undo.

Perhaps, too, it was the price he had to pay for what he had done. For what he had said; for what he had not said; for what he had done and what he had not done; for his action and his omission; for his perpetration and complicity. If Yoongi had known that time in his twenties that such a decision would have taken things so far, so close to the impossibility of healing, he surely would not have made it .

But to regret now, what good would it do him? To mutter apologies now, what good would it do him? To dig through the fibers of an unbridled heart, what good would it do him?

“Yoongi. I am the head of the largest publishing house in this country. If you thought I was going to see fluttering around the internet this opportunity in a million and as an entrepreneur and investor I wasn't going to take it, who are you taking me for?”

He should've dragged Namjoon away when he saw him in the parking lot, because business was his forte and not Yoongi's. Yoongi might as well cringe at Dohyun's words because how was he going to refute them. He had come with fortitude, yes. He had come with resolve and determination, yes; believing that this decision was the right thing to do, the least he could do right. And yet, at that crucial moment, with everything against him and the swords at his neck, Yoongi had his arms crossed again.

Maybe he should've dragged Namjoon along, but… how would he know if he was on his side?

“But don't worry. I'll try to keep you apart. You know I always separate personal matters from my work.”

Dohyun was a professional liar. If telling lies were a profession, Dohyun would quadruple the fortune he now boasts as the owner of the country's largest publishing house. Yoongi hated the way he covered up his poisonous words with honey, as if he couldn't see through the thin texture of the liquid how everything was corroding around him. And Dohyun was not his friend, if he wasn't sure before, he was now.

It's business, Namjoon would say, as rational and objective as ever; a businessman can't have someone around who attacks his vision, his business, that's an enemy.

Yoongi right now was a blob of green soup on Dohyun's pole, about to walk to an important meeting where he would close a million-dollar deal. His insignificance bordered on indescribability, but his diminutive presence was big enough to be considered a splinter in the foot.

The phone rang, breaking the tension in the atmosphere, and instead of answering it, Dohyun sent a glance toward the oak doors and then to Yoongi's limp body. Clasping his hands once again, it shook him inside to think that once again he allowed himself to be trampled. Once again, he was going to be the misfortune in someone's life.

“They're already here,” Dohyun almost muttered, an amused expression on his face. “You can leave now or you can stay and watch.”

Yoongi knew he'd be happy to have him there, watching him bite his tongue, trying to swallow his embarrassment. And wouldn't it be simpler to just leave, to brush against the fate he once let slip away as if it were something so trivial that it didn't tear a piece of his soul to even think about it; to brush against an opportunity he missed, selfish and presumptuous, as if he were the only one whose heart was beating with pain that day.

“I've never asked you for anything…”

“And neither have I,” Dohyun interrupted him, raising his gaze serenely, lifting his chin to acerbic dominance. “And all I'm asking you now is to stay out of my business.”

And Yoongi would've had to agree with Namjoon, because business and money definitely change a person. No one can rise to a high position, of Choi Dohyun's level, without having scored a big armory and a few degrees of tough personality willing to kill to get what they want.

“I received you out of courtesy. To Jin. But I won't tolerate another second of this.”

Dohyun mumbled, and the moment he brought the phone to his ear, Yoongi knew he had lost. Again.

“Hyung…” Yoongi closed his eyes, helplessness winning out over reason, the word sour in his mouth.

“No. I'm sorry, but no. It will happen. Just make your decision, I don't want my guests to wait too long.”

He didn't know if the grinding of his teeth was as loud as he heard it in his head. He didn't know if his behavior was over the top or understandable. He didn't know if he had a right to those emotions or if he had lost it more than ten years ago. Well, ten years in her head. He didn't know if he deserved that moment; to share that space and time and catch off guard someone who could become as cautious as he was now; because if Yoongi learned from anyone to be the way he was today, it was because of her.

He didn't know, in retrospect, if he ever made a good decision in his life.

-

i reeaally want to know your thoughts on this one!! re-edited!

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PARTY 4 U

frat!rafe x sorority!reader

18+ mature (emetophobia warning aswell queens)

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a/n: part 2 here this is my first time writing for rafe x reader so lmk how i’m doing! no one likes when i write ship fics and they get like 20 notes so yeah ill just kms then idm😊😊 also i know nothing about frats or sororities alsooo… series???

the party was loud. you could practically hear the inevitable ringing echoing through your ears all of tomorrow and maybe the day after.

the speaker in the living room blasted all around the house like an inescapable torture. the smell of sweat and sex radiated every surface of delta chi.

god you wanted to go home.

you navigate through the crowd, shoving the occasional frat boy and shouting a “watch it.” at anyone who backed up into you.

the red, blue and green lights bounced off the walls and bodies clung and and jumped to eachother like it was the only thing keeping them alive.

this was bullshit. everyone here was ugly or annoying or a creep or all of the above. sarah, your sorority sister had promised you that there would be someone that lived up to your standards here. yeah right. the incels in here will do just fine sarah.

to be fair to them, no one throws a party like delta chi do, or, their president does. it’s by far the most lively of all the weekends you waste away at these events.

“babeeee,” you hear someone squeal from behind you once you finally make your way to the kitchen.

“do you uhh, know where the 4 lokos are at? sarah took the punch away from me.”

you turn to look and of course it’s hanna. she had probably hooked up with about 3 people tonight and vomited atleast twice, based on her breath.

“i think,” you start, shouting over the music, placing two grounding hands on her shoulders. “maybe we should get you home girl.”

the words come out slightly slurred and not entirely believable, but you try and act as sober as possible so sarah doesn’t appear out of nowhere and take your own red solo cup.

“also we’re not in middle school han, no one drinks 4 lokos anymore.” you laugh shout in the girls ear.

hanna laughs back at you as obnoxiously as possible, now leaning into your straightened arms for support.

“i’m going…. up- upstairs.” she hiccups out as her laugh turns to a pained expression, which safe to say, are from the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed tonight.

“yesss!!!” you scream excitedly at her. “i can’t hear my own fucking thinking.”

“same, jesus im fucking dying.” she groans dramatically.

you grab a cheap beer from the kitchen, and with hanna stumbling behind you, you make your way upstairs fairly easily, apart from the sticky pit of people crammed into the main room.

the sounds from downstairs are definitely fainter, although chaos ensues one floor or another. there are people in the hallways making out slowly and the distracting thumping of a headboard ringing from some room or another.

jesus this house is huge. you think to yourself. you decide there must be somewhere here to relax for a little bit and wallow in the fact that no one here radiates sex worthy energy instead of ‘in need of anti-persperant deodorant.’

after many, many, walks in on people doing indescribable things to eachother, you find an empty room.

you throw yourself onto the bed and rub the heels of your hands over your eyes, caught up in the shapes and colour patterns under your eyelids when you rub hard enough.

“i’m gonna be sick, again.” hanna groans as loud as she did over the ear bleeding bass music, sounding- somehow, even more dramatic now.

you sit up on the edge of the bed and determine wether or not she just wants something to complain about.

sure enough, hanna’s face, streaked with running mascara- is sickly pale. she gags on air and you can see the exact moment she feels it in her throat.

“go to the- um- fucking bathroom then.” you blurt out, standing quickly, not used to hanna actually living up to her dramatics.

luckily, there’s an en-suite in whatever bedroom you and her have landed in, which she sprints to and kneels down just in time for the vomit to spew out her mouth.

you’re standing at the door, wincing like the whole ordeal is paining you yourself, unsure of what to do with your hands as the brunette now holds herself up by the seat of toilet.

she groans again,quieter but slightly more pained this time.

“bitch, if i’m not in my bed in the next ten minutes, i’m going downstairs and unplugging that fucking speaker myself.”

you resist the urge to snort out a laugh at her again, because you know for a fact within ten minutes, hanna will be begging to go back to the dance floor.

“yep.” you say, eyes darting around for something that will help her at this moment.

“y’know, it hurts like, more, everytime…” she says like it’s some kind of revelation. you’re opening up bottoms drawers and cabinets in the bathroom now, trying to find hanna some kind of relief.

you open the top cabinet and find three paracetamol that probably won’t do the job, but you figure anything is better than nothing.

the door of the bedroom you had forgotten to lock opens and you almost immediately assume it’s some wasted couple who haven’t noticed the two of you yet.

when you turn around and find sarah walking at a surprisingly stable pace towards you. you almost jump in relief.

“oh my god, you might actually be my saviour.” you clasp your hands at her and nod your head to where hanna is now sitting against the drawers below the sink.

sarah is the president of your sorority, and she never fails to save all of your asses when things like this happen.

“do not thank me right now, i just walked in on like five different naked couples.” she shakes herself off, trying to forget the images in her head as she leans down toward hanna.

“what the actual fuck,” she pauses, shaking her head in worried amusement. “could you have possibly had to drink?” she snorts lovingly at her.

“how did it get worse after i took your drink off you??”

you’re now leaning against the door, shrugging sluggishly at sarah. “you are soooo lucky i called us a ride when i first got it off you.”

“kill yourself sarah, oh my god i’m literally dying here.” hanna shakes her head at the floor, huffing, clearly okay again if she has the ability to restart crying wolf.

“topper will be here in five, let’s get you up.” she grabs the girls hand and hoists her up, holding her up by the armpits, both of them in hysterics again as they stumble over feet.

after you both walk hanna outside- arms over you and sarah’s shoulders, while you all giggle profusely at eachother, you decide to be the one who has to go in and get hanna’s discarded phone from the kitchen (hanna coughing like she’s diseased and sarah patting her back.)

you pad through the rooms- heels clicking (though not even nearly heard over all the screaming and terrible squeaky music.)

when you finally reach the kitchen, you have to pry the phone out of two drunk guys’ careless hands. you think they were planning on stealing it before you turn the phone around see the couple hundred selfies they’d taken, now uploaded to hannas icloud.

you fiddle with the phone, making sure it’s not been cracked or opened somehow, when the taller of the men reach down to grab it back from you.

“hey.” a voice booms through the all the other sound around the house.

you follow the voice and your eyes land on the tall, maybe 6,3, muscular, mousy haired source- who is staring daggers into the boy who’s hand is frozen in the air, half extended, previously ready to force the phone out of your hands.

both of the men mutter a ‘whatever’ under their breaths, clearly feigning nonchalance at the man while simultaneously speed walking out of the room, pushing into the main crowd.

“sorry about them, they’re fucking gone, seriously.” his piercing blue eyes, highlighted by the green light shining along the side of them, bore into you.

“uh, yeah,” you pause to try and work out who this man is and why you haven’t seen him before, brain still slightly sluggish from the alcohol. “i noticed.”

he too, takes a second to seemingly take you in. “hey, i’m rafe” he shouts over the music, tone strikingly different from the way he had spoken to those boys, not that you would notice, his voice commands enough respect that has a way of making everything else go still.

it takes a second for your brain to catch on to the familiarity of his name. rafe. hm. rafe? oh my god. rafe.

sarah’s old brother. the president of delta chi, who you had heard so much about, yet somehow, never seen. according to your sister, cecily, he’s never seen at his parties because he’s upstairs fucking any girl he lays his eyes on.

your eyes clearly match your surprise, and he clocks instantly that you now recognise him. he’s heard about you, obviously. every single man here has been trying their luck with you all night. and every other night that you float into their vision.

he also clearly clocks that the phone you’re retrieving isn’t yours, looking down at cracked, pink, iphone 13 already safely in your hand.

“that your friends?” he snaps you out of your daze.

“oh, yeah, you know hanna? she’s outside with sarah, toppers getting them.”

disapproval flashes over his face at the mention of toppers name. “seriously, sarah’s still going out with that, jesus.”

“hey!! they’re in love!” you slur over your words again, in a way that makes him raise his eyebrows, but he doesn’t comment.

“come on, i’ll walk you out, so you can give that to your friend.”

“oh no, that’s fine, i’m going with them anyways.” you shout as he turns you by your shoulders out pushes you gently by the small of your back out of the kitchen.

he parts the crowd as he walks by, in a way that makes you want to huff, scoff and promptly undress.

he doesn’t seem to pay any mind to your comment about you going with his sister, and your not sure if it’s because he doesn’t care, or if he has other plans.

once you free yourself from the sweating confines of the frat, you breath in the fresh air and slightly quieter night.

you spot hanna and sarah still sitting on the curb of the pavement, hugging eachother for warmth.

before you can shout that you’ve found the phone. rafe grabs your arm and is now able to audibly whisper in your ear.

“you’ll come to my room when they leave, i can help you get home afterwards?” which he phrases as a question, but it’s not.

shivers run visibly down your spine when you finally realise what he’s implying, and you shudder from what could be passed off as the cold air.

before you can ask him which room and where it is, he turns on his heel and disappears back into the crowd of moving bodies.

you stand frozen for about ten seconds before sarah turns around and waves you over.

toppers car is now parked infront of them and hanna has already moved into the backseat with help from sarah.

you walk at a fast pace over to the blonde and place the phone-as firmly as your drunk body can, in her hand.

“umm hey, so i think im gonna stay for a bit longer, like, carly just said she’d drop me off later, i met her in the hall and- you know.” you speak, quicker than normally, wondering where all this enthusiasm is coming from.

sarahs slightly tipsy mind contemplates for a second before she decides, “okay girl!! have fun, don’t get too dicked down!!!” she squeals at the end, clearly not picking up on your obvious tone.

“bye guysss.” you wave off at the car as sarah gets in and topper offers a polite nod before driving away.

the small trip upstairs is agonizing, you spend the entire time wondering what rafe had meant, i mean, he barely knew you, you thought.

still, your thoughts started shifting to between your legs as you start opening and shutting doors when the people inside the room shout profanities at you for opening it.

you imagine what he had done to those girls, for them to speak about him likes he had hung the moon and stars.

you imagine him doing whatever that may be, to you.

would he push your head down and have you on your knees?

would he worship you until you were begging him to stop?

would he go slow and deep or would he fuck you like his life depends on it?

as that thought crosses your mind, you decide to try your luck on the room you and sarah had previously scooped hanna up from.

when the door clicks open, you’re not met with scandalised eyes trying to cover themselves, or even the couples who are so drunk that they don’t even notice the clicking noise.

you’re met with rafe. he’s fixing a shirt on what you now know is his chest of drawers. his king sized bed. his en-suite. his so very frat boy decor. his everything.

“hey angel.” he greets, looking up as you shut his door and click the lock over.

“um, hi.” he moves calculatedly over to your place infront of the door and collides his face with yours.

before you even have time to question him, ask him what he’s doing, why he didn’t go for someone else at the start of the party, or even if he had gone to someone else, you’re kissing him back.

he starts slow, but the second your tongue brushes along his lower lip, he freezes for a second, malfunctioning, before gripping your chin and hold you in place to deepen the kiss.

it’s messy. really messy. probably thanks to you, your spit was already all over his chin from occasionally missing him mouth and licking at his face, although he seems to return it with the same fervour, gripping over your dress and digging his nails over your ass.

he turns you and starts moving you towards his bed, now his go to lick into everywhere he can possibly reach, as fast as possible.

he sits in the edge of the bed and pulls you down with him, gasping and catching his breath already.

your legs are on either side of his hips and he groans a cry of pleasure when your press down onto his hard cock.

“jesus fuck.” he pants along your neck when you continue to rock up and down onto him, his jeans occasionally snagging over your wanting clit.

the thought crosses your mind that sarah would probably be so happy to see you finally picking someone to get laid by, but not as happy that you’re about to fuck her brother.

before you can stop yourself, you let out a slightly rude laugh into shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

he pulls away from your neck and looks up at you quizzically.

“uh, what was that?” he questions. “i was just giggling, chill.” you state, suppressing another laugh at picturing sarah’s face when she finds out.

“are you serious, that was not a giggle. you full on laughed.” he stares like he’s connecting pieces of a puzzle on your face, which from this angle only makes him more appealing.

after a beat. “how much have you had to drink?”

the question catches you slightly off guard, whatever was in those red cups were clearly catching up to you now.

“well, not a lot, i mean, obviously i pregamed though.” you nod at him as if to say ‘duh.’

“your friend said you weren’t drunk.”

a look of confusion passes over your face “huh, when did you talk to my friends?” you say, now very confused.

“like maybe half an hour ago, hanna, anna, maybe?” he studies you once again, still slightly wearing that smirk.

“ohhhh, yeah. that makes sense. i’m like, dry january sober compared to hanna either way.” you laugh at your own joke.

you shift slightly and his still very obvious erection presses back onto your clit. you completely forget all about sarah and attempt to grind down on him again.

he grabs your hips and holds them in place firmly, leaving no room for argument, even though it looks like it physically pains him to stop you, and he has to shut his eyes.

“look, not tonight.” he speaks, looking up at you again, pupils blown out from the previous adrenaline.

you visibly pout at him in a way that no one would catch you dead doing sober.

before you even have time to wonder why he won’t just fuck you, why he won’t just do what he seems to do with every other girl, he’s lifting you up like he’s going to move you off him before she shifts his own legs and this time, places you between one of his thighs.

“you’re not gonna fuck me?” you ask, still not fully sure of what he’s trying to do.

“no, you can do it yourself, i’ve been waiting for a while to talk to you, i’ll wait a night more.” he watches the realisation dawn on your face at what he’s asking you to do, a mix of shock and desperate, desperate arousal.

the way he speaks, hard and cold, but also excessively cocky and egotistical, has you moving all of your weight onto his singular leg.

“there you go.” he looks rough. still not cracking a full emotion, but now extremely sharp around the edges, still heavy breathing.

he’s going to watch you get off on his thigh. it turns you on so much that you almost moan before the first movement of your hips, but when you feel the way his muscles tense under you, just for your pleasure, you don’t hold back.

he’s now playing with your ass, hands under your underwear, as you rock yourself back and forth on the denim on his leg.

your mouth is strung open and your eyes are squeezed shut as you feel yourself getting close embarrassingly quick.

rafe is peppering sloppy wet kisses over your neck and down past your collarbone, moaning almost as loud as you when he sees his brand new jeans completely ruined by the slick dripping out of you and onto him with every movement.

“yeah that’s it, feels good doesn’t it?” he strains, physically holding himself back from flipping you onto your stomach and having you exactly how he wants you.

“mhm, yes.” you reply over a whimper you didn’t think you had in you. the pressure is so close to snapping inside you that all that leaves your mouth is strings of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ when he asks you if you want to cum.

he reaches down to where you’re now desperately humping his leg and slides your underwear to the side, hearing the pathetic cry that leaves your mouth in response.

“fuck, oh my god, please please-” it all snaps when he pulls you back by your ass and viciously pushes you back onto his flexing leg.

your mouth opens wider than before- if possible, nothing coming out for a few seconds before a needy, whorish whine leaves you and you’re panting into the crook of his neck, still riding your high- with his help and biting into the flesh of his shoulder.

he gives you a good minute of helping you slow down the drag across his thigh, which is now soaked to the point that he can feel you seeping through to his bare skin.

he lifts your chin up so you can properly hear what he’s about to say.

he almost stutters when he sees you, still panting, mouth wide open and pliant, hair a mess. but he doesn’t.

“come around tomorrow.” which exploits a soft ‘mhm’ from your sore throat, nodding up at him, now completely putty in his hands.

“did that feel good?” he whispers, leaning into your ear when you nod again in approval.

“imagine what i can do with my cock.”

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Crushing Hard

Hybrid female reader x Hope Mikaelson (+mikaelson family & caroline)

Summary: Hope has a massive crush on you, a girl who basically nobody knows anything about. And her family comes for a surprise visit, yay.

Warnings: swearing

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Hope has been a little obsessed with you, she admits it. She can't help but be attracted to you, you're crazy hot, not afraid to speak what you think, and your personality is amazing. And has she mentioned how drop-dead gorgeous you are?

The only setback is that you hate the school and basically everyone in it.

"You're drooling" Josie whispers into her ear. Hope snaps out of it, and brings a hand up to the corner of her mouth to find out it's completely dry. She rolls her eyes and looks up at Josie, frowning.

"Oh, you're crushing hard. Sorry for interrupting your daydream, but I'm pretty sure your family is here," Josie tells her, looking between Hope and some of her family.

"There are a bunch of newer kids this year, but still a lot of the older ones. I try to make the environment around here fully positive and happy." Caroline explains to the family. An amused snort comes from the couch a couple feet away.

"And you don't ever take a break" You glare at her. All their heads turn towards you. "This is y/n, one of the older students. I believe she came here a couple months before Hope did." Caroline sighs.

"You must be delusional because I did not come here willingly. You forced me. And still force me to be here every fucking day of the year" You stand up, crossing your arms, fury evident in your tons and stance.

"Werewolf?" Kol's the next one to speak. "I don't know, what do you think?" You snap at him before turning back to Caroline. "And that's the other thing, I've been here for how many years, and no one still knows what I am"

"You won't tell us" Caroline points out.

"Well, I would think considering you're apparently an expert on supernatural beings, and run a damn school for them, that you or anyone here would be able to tell like that" You snap your fingers at the end.

Klaus steps forward, not liking the way you've been talking to Caroline. "Oh, don't even start" You roll your eyes before he can get a word out.

"What?" Hope snaps her attention to her friend before looking in the direction Josie was a moment ago. To her surprise, her Dad, Mom, Auntie Rebekah, Uncle Kol, and Uncle Elijah are standing across the room, chatting with the headmistress, Caroline and you?

Oh no, Hope thinks to herself before getting out of her seat and quickly walking toward the group with Josie right behind her.

"Dad! What are you guys doing here?" Hope goes up to her father. "We came here for a surprise visit, but caught up in the wonderland tour," Kol told his niece, glancing at Caroline then at you.

You still have your arms crossed, leaning most of your weight on your right leg, making your left hip slightly pop out a bit more than the other.

Hope tries to keep her eyes off of you, not wanting her family or you to notice.

"Oh, nothing. Having a splendid fucking time!" You tell her in a fake cheery voice. You start walking away, "I like your shoes" you tell Rebekah before walking out of the room, your high heels clicking strongly as you do.

"She's mean..but sweet? I don't know" Caroline shakes her head. "She's like Katherine. I like her" Kol answers, smirking.

"Kol." Elijah says sternly to his little brother as Klaus galres at him.

Hope just stares at the ground, not wanting anyone to notice the flush that appeared on her face. "You okay Sweetie?" Her Mom asks. "Mhm. Uh I'm glad that you guys are here, but Josie and I have to finish a project. I'll, uh, catch up with you later" Hope tells them quickly before practically dragging Josie out of the room with her.

"What was that?" Josie asks her as Hope paces around Josie's room. Lizzie is planning a dance somewhere outside with a huge binder.

"I don't know, but now im pretty sure my family kost likely doesn't like Y/n. And if somehow my delusional relationship with her actually freaking happens then there's no point becuase there's a big chance my dad will get protective and ban her or kill her or something. Wait can she even die? I don't know, there's no way she can't die, right? Oh that would suck I'd she died before I can even make a move, or who am I kidding there's no way that's gonna happen. She probably hates me anyways. God, I'm so pathetic" Hope rants to her best friend.

"Okay, okay, calm down. You're not pathetic. You're just overthinking this way too much. There's no way Y/n hates you, I don't believe she does" Josie places her hands on Hope's shoulders, making her stop moving around.

Hope let's out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, then sighs, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for" Josie smiles.

You walk into the dining hall, only to be met with the same group of people. "Fucking great" you practically growl, rolling your eyes. You go over to the table lined with food and grabbed a piece of garlic bread.

As you're about to take a bite of it, a voice sounds. "Are you sure you're supposed to be eating that? It says no one is to touch the food" Elijah nods to the sign standing before the long table of food.

You glance at it then shrug, "Well too bad, I'm hungry and they don't exactly have any blood beside from fucking Thumper and Bambi" you take a bite of the garlic bread.

"So you're a vampire" Rebekah says. You twitch your eyebrow up, a smirk playing at your lips.

"Depends how you perceive it" you walk over to them, your eyes turning yellow and veins appearing under your eyes.

"A hybrid" Hayley's eyes widened a bit. "Did Hope turn you?" Klaus asks, not remembering himself ever turning you.

"Seriously? You think I'd let a girl who has a crush on me, sire me? I don't think so" you cross your arms.

"Crush?" Kol asks, knowing Hope has only told him about her crush on you. He wonders how you found out, cause there's no way his neice would've told you. Especially considering the interaction earlier today.

"Not that hard to figure out. Especially when her eyes are always on me, not the chalkboard in class" you cross your arms. "Oh, and Katherine was basically my sister, so that was a compliment back there" you smirk.

"Wait, if you're that old, what are you doing here?" Hayley asks.

"Well I'm pretty sure then Caroline would hate me more than she already does, then tell Damon and he would try to kill me, but it would end up with his head cut off his body and then Elena and everyone, and personally I don't have any fucking time or want for that. Though Damon being dead would be a bonus. So mind as well make some people, aka, Caroline miserable for a bit" you pop the rest of the garlic bread in your mouth.

"What? You still have that sappy crush on her?" You tease Klaus.

You turn around and walk out of the room. As you turn the corner, you run into Hope. She looks if you had a word, sheepish.

You sigh, realizing it, "You've been here the whole time, haven't ya?" You crossed your arms.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," She turned before walking as fast as she could away from you. She had come down here to find her family, and instead heard you talking to them again and couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation.

She can't believe she's been so stupid. There's no way she's ever had any chance with you. And your acknowledging about her crush on you was just the cherry on top. She wishes she was anywhere but here now.

You look up, quietly groaning, not wanting her to find out like that. Both your age (well, sort of) and the knowledge of her crush.

You vamp in front of her in a split time of two seconds. "Look, I get it, I'm just some stupid girl who has a crush on a girl or woman I don't know! who's way out of my league. No need to rub it in my face!" She exclaims, trying not to let any tears cloud her vision.

"Hey! You're not some stupid girl, okay?" You tell her before she tries to walk away from you again. She lets out a harsh breath before looking up at you from the ground.

"And I'm not trying to rub anything in your face. Yes, I know you have a crush on me, but I don't want you to think anything bad about that. I'd never use it against you or make fun of you for it, or whatever you think I may do." You run your hands through your hair to keep it out of your face.

"And I've never thought about you in that way before, but I can say that I don't hate you as much as everyone else here," She snaps her gaze from the wall to your face, not expecting that. To have that said to her from you is basically like a simple 'I love you' to someone a person may have known for a while. It's also a really big compliment coming from you.

"So there's that" You walk closer to her before pressing a kiss on her cheek. You walk away, up the stairs to your room as Hope stands there frozen. That's one of the best solutions that could have happened at the moment, and she's practically screaming with joy on the inside.

She brings a hand up to the cheek you kissed and gently grazes her finger against the spot.

Her family then also comes down the hallway and up to her. "What happened, Sweetie?" Her mom asks, noticing her reddened face.

"Oh, n-nothing," She tells her, trying her best to hold back the grin that she has on the inside.

Kol looks from her hand placement and reddened face to her excited stance, putting two and two together. He catches her eye and smirks before mouthing 'good luck'.

That just makes her blush more than she already is if that's even possible.

[tr4gictea]

True Meaning: Act I, Part 1

Isekai teen!reader + Genshin Impact

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Tags: none

Including: Itto and his gang :D

word count: 904 words

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Yesterday you woke up in a forest all alone. You soon realized that you were in the land of Inazuma. A fictional place in the world of Genshin Impact, a game you had been playing for years. You assumed you were dreaming and went to check out the stores and even got to a statue of seven which granted you electro powers. You soon fell asleep, thinking that the dream would end after you fell asleep.

But, for some reason you were still asleep in this forest with four men standing over you talking in a hushed tone.

"...I don't know, are they dead?" "No you idiot, they're still breathing!" "Guys no fighting right now we have to..."

You stirred awake from your slumber stretching out your arms as you sat up. The presence of the four men behind you go unnoticed.

You look in front of you to see the same scenery you fell asleep to. What is going on? I should have woken up after I fell asleep! Maybe I need to pinch myself to wake up? You pinch yourself but nothing happens. Why didn't anything happen? Maybe I need to do it harder. You pinch yourself again. Still nothing.

Wait so if this isn't a dream then I'm stuck in the genshin im-

"Hey there," A man's voice speaks from right next to your head.

"AH!" You yelp and jump forward, creating distance between you and the voice. When you look to see who spoke to you, the sight of four men, wearing a kasa hat except for the other one who had red horns on his head. Wait. No. That's Arritaki Itto!

"Woah!" He puts his hands up "Didn't mean to scare you like that little bro,"

"I-i, um I-," You were trying to find the words to speak but they all fell into studders. How can you be in the genshin world?! This is insane!

"You're speechless I can see," He says proudly, "Of course everyone, no matter who they are, always are emamoured by the presence of the Arritaki Itto!"

"Uh, I-."

"We were just walking by when we happened to see you on the ground and we thought you had gotten attacked or something, so we came to check on you. Say, where are your parents? You don't look like you come from here and you can get lost pretty easily."

"I, um," Quick (Y/n) think of something, you can't tell them you're not from this world! "I am a traveling student, from the uh, Akademiya."

"Nuh uh, you don't look like you're old enough to be one." One of the other members behind Itto questions. "And besides the borders closed six months ago."

"Yuh uh, I came here six months ago before the borders closed to do research and got stuck after the sakoku decree was placed." You feel bad for lying to them but that's all you can do right now because you can't tell them the truth. "And yes I am a student, I just skipped a couple grades."

"Oh yeah? Then what’s nine times eight?" Another gang member asked rasing his eyebrow at you.

"72."

"Wrong! Ha! I knew you weren't a student!" He says, crossing his arms and shooting his nose up in victory.

"What? No dude, they're right, it's 72." The gang member next to him says.

"Wait what?" He looks at his other gang members in surprise and they all nod back at him. "Oh no, I owe a lot more mora to that merchant than I thought..."

"Uh, anyways why are you sleeping out here?" Itto redirects the conversation back to you.

"I ran out of mora and can't afford a place to sleep." Which is half true.

"You ran out of mora?! Doesn't that fancy school pay for everything?"

"Yeah but um, they can't get the mora to me because of um, the borders being closed and all." 

"Oh yeah, right. That Radien Shogun is causing trouble for everyone with the sakoku decree and the vision hunt." Itto grumbles. "Ya' know what? If I ever get the chance, I'll fight the Shogun for all of Inazuma's visions."

Speaking of the vision hunt decree you still had your necklace which had your elemental energy stored in it. You remember how the Raiden Shogun had tried to murder travelers over being an “exception” and something tells you that you'd be counted on that list too. It would be safer if you didn't use your elemental power at all.

“Since you don’t have any money, I’m feeling nice today so, I will offer you the chance to dine with THE Arittaki Itto!” He said shouting the ‘the’. 

“So, like free lunch? Cause I’m out of mora right now.” 

“Of course the Arritaki Gang™ can always help out!” He proudly announced. “We are a very successful gang after all!” 

“Um boss,-” One of the other gang members tried to say something but Itto cut them off.

“Not right now Akira.” He said waving him off. “So what do you say kid?” He reached out his hand to you. 

Was this the right thing to do? I just got transported to a video game, will going with Itto be the right choice? Did I make a mistake lying to him? Am I on the right path?Your hand meets Itto’s with a hard smack and Itto pulls you up to your feet. “Let’s go,”

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༊·˚ Dragons, ninjas, and notes

⟡ featuring: yaku morisuke

⟡ cw: none question mark?

⟡ a/n: ima be honest i never really paid attentiong to yaku's character and personality so im sorry if i missed the mark </3 also i hope anon sees this i was stupid and answered all my anons.

You remember the first boy you ever liked.

He was small, scrappy, always missing one sock, and somehow always bleeding from somewhere. He threw himself into every game like it was war, and he defended you like it actually was.

Yaku Morisuke. Yaku. You never called him that, not even once. He was just Mori to you. Your best friend, your emergency pudding stash, your secret code pen pal.

Every day during lunch, you’d sneak letters into each other’s cubbies. Paper cranes with jokes inside, "I dare you to steal a second milk" challenges.

You still have the last one he gave you. You found it again when you were cleaning out an old box from elementary school. The paper’s a little yellow now, creased at the corners, but you remember exactly what it said.

"Don’t forget me.

If you do, I’ll make you remember.”

You were ten when you moved away. You promised to keep writing. You even wrote the first letter from your new house but it never got sent. Life got loud. Days turned into months, months into years, and somehow, he faded.

Not entirely. Never entirely.

By the time the training camp rolls around, you’ve got more than enough to focus on. As Karasuno’s manager, your job is to keep the boys hydrated, sane, and not broken. A full-time role, that makes you question life every so often these days.

You walk into the gym on the first day with your clipboard under your arm and your eyes scanning the sea of uniforms. Fukurodani, Ubugawa, Karasuno, Shinzen, and Nekoma, where it is hosted. You introduce yourself to any other managers there are and the captains of the other teams.

Your gaze skips across the court, eyes pausing on someone just a little too familiar.

Short. Eyes that look like they never stop shining . Light brown hair short but still a bit messy. He’s in the middle of chewing out a silver haired teammate who looks like he’s heard it all before. His voice cuts clean through the noise and all you can think about is how it bring you nostalgia for some weird reason. And there’s no way it is because of the practice match Karasuno had with Nekoma earlier this year, no, you were sick then. So what is it? Who is it?

When he turns, just for a second, his eyes meet yours and it’s like all the fears in his head have stopped working. There’s a flicker of something behind his expression. Recognition? Confusion? Hopefulness?

You’re not sure but you don’t dwell on it. You’ve got a dozen boys to look after, a list of supplies to double check, and a migraine slowly forming behind your eyes as you watch Kageyama and Hinata start yet another pity argument with Tsukishima.

-

It’s not until the third day of camp that it happens.

You’re walking backward across the court, shouting at Hinata to please stretch like a normal human and not an animal, when you turn and slam directly into someone.

Your clipboard hits the ground. You stumble. The person steadies you with a hand on your arm.

"Ah crap- sorry, I wasn’t-"

Your words freeze in your throat.

He’s standing right in front of you. Shock written across his face like he’s seen a ghost.

"It is you...[name]?"

You blink. Confusion heightening even more. "Wait...what?"

"You lived in Tokyo? You moved away when you were ten?"

The voice. The eyes. The scowl that looks more like a pout when he’s flustered.

t’s all coming back to you.

"Mori?"

He lets out something between a laugh and a breath. "Holy crap. It’s really you."

The smile that breaks across your face is one you haven’t smiled like in ages, since you were 10. It’s like your chest suddenly remembers what it’s been missing.

"You got shorter," you say, because it feels safer than I missed you even though he’s still a few inches taller than you.

"I didn’t get shorter," he snaps, flustered in a way that warms your heart. "You just got taller."

"Mhm sure." you chuckled nodding your head sarcastically.

He glares. But it’s soft around the edges. Nothing serious. 

And just like that, the years fall away.

-

You don’t start spending time together immediately.

It’s a slow process. A bottle of water handed off mid-practice as you help Nekoma a bit due to their lack of managers. An exchange of eye-rolls and laughs when Lev knocks over yet another cart. You find yourself lingering near him during warmups whenever your own team doesn’t need you. You catch him glancing at you when you’re talking to the Karasuno guys. The shift is subtle but welcomed.

One afternoon, you’re helping set down mats for floor drills. Yaku’s on the other side of the gym, but then he’s suddenly crouching beside you, pulling the other side of the matl like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"You still draw those weird ninja stick figures?" he asks without looking up.

Your hands pause mid pull. "You still remember those?"

"I still have some of those."

You blink. "Seriously?"

"They were funny." he says nonchalantly but still in a way that makes you laugh a little.

You glance sideways. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a little flush creeping up the side of his neck.

"You drew me as a dragon once," he adds. "Breathing fire and kicking people."

"You said dragons were cool. I was trying to impress you."

He huffs a laugh. "Although it didn’t even completely look like a dragon," he paused before smirking “It still worked.” 

Your chest does a weird fluttery thing. You try not to read into it. You fail.

-

Late one night, after everyone’s finally crashed and the coaches need help reorganizing the gear room, you volunteer. It’s quiet. Peaceful, even. Just what you needed after a long few days.

You’re stacking clipboards when Yaku steps in, hauling a crate of cones under one arm.

"They make you do this too?" you ask.

"Lev broke a net stand. This is my punishment for not watching over him as Kuroo put it."

“Still taking the blame…or getting blamed I guess,” you laugh softly. "Some things never change."

He sets the crate down. Doesn’t move away. There’s a pause. It’s not awkward, but calming.

"I tried looking for you," he says suddenly. "After you moved."

You freeze.

"I didn’t know your last name. I tried checking online once or twice. Even thought about sending a letter to the school to pass on. But..." He trails off. "I thought maybe it was one of those things you remember wrong. Like a dream. Or a stupid vague kid memory."

You set your clipboard down.

"I thought about you too," you say. "More than I expected to. I just... didn’t know where to start."

He finally looks at you. Really looks.

"You kept it, didn’t you?" he asks quietly.

You know exactly what he means. "I did."

You take a step closer.

"I meant it, you know," he says. "What I wrote. 'If you forget, I’ll make you remember.'"

Your heart aches with that nostalgic feeling you felt when first saw him at the beginning of training camp.

"And you did." you whisper, a soft smile making its way onto your face.

There’s a beat of silence, thick and warm.

"Maybe we should start writing letters again," he says, light but careful. "Or, you know... texting. Digitally advanced notes."

You smile. "You’re such a nerd."

"But you’ll text me?"

You nod. "I will."

He hesitates. Then steps in close. Leaning his forehead against yours, a foreign feeling but one you never want to forget. Just like you never want to forget him. It feels like coming home.

"See you soon?" he murmurs.

"Don’t make me forget again," you say in a jokingly stern voice.

"I won’t let you."

-

Later that night, when you’re packing up your bag, you find a note slipped inside. It’s folded the same way they used to be. Familiar, clumsy folds. Paper lined with little smudges where his fingers probably pressed too hard.

You unfold it.

It says:

"I promise I’m still an awesome dragon. Call me.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

P.S. I missed you."

[sunkifye]

don’t kiss me under the mistletoe

pairing— non idol nishimura riki x female reader

genre— enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis— it was the biggest (holiday) party of the year, so it was no surprise that you saw your enemy, who also happens to be your ex-crush, there. you just weren’t expecting to see him under the mistletoe next to you.

featuring— minji from newjeans

warnings— cursing, kissing, partying, riki is honestly really mean (im sorry!!)

word count— 3.1k

author’s note— merry christmas to those who celebrate! and happy holidays!!

“I seriously can’t believe they’re dating,” minji, your best friend, whispered into your ear.

“really? I saw it coming,” you shrugged before taking a sip of your drink.

“what?! how?? they’re literally best friends,” minji asked, pouring fruit punch into a plastic cup.

“that’s exactly why I saw it coming,” you explained.

“I guess so,” minji agreed. “they’re totally gonna be the it couple of the year aren’t they?”

“for sure”

“ugh I’m so jealous” minji complained.

“me too,” you sighed. “I wish I had a-”

someone had aggressively bumped into your shoulder, launching you forward towards minji.

“excuse you!” you yelled out at the person who bumped into you.

“who? me?” a familiar voice asked.

you looked up to see the culprit standing before you, nishimura riki.

“yes you nishimura! do you seriously have no manners?” you scolded the boy just to receive an eye roll from him.

“to be honest,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “I don’t really care.”

oh how he made your blood boil.

he began to walk away from you, but after taking two steps he turned back around.

“oh and I forgot to mention,” he said, looking down at you. “you should probably stop daydreaming about things that’ll never happen…”

“because you’ll never get a boyfriend,” riki said with a smirk on his face before finally walking away from you.

oh he’s really done it now.

you started to march towards riki just for minji to put her hand on your shoulder and pull you back.

“just let him go,” minji said with a sigh.

“no way! I’m not letting him get away with saying that to me,” you replied, ripping minji’s hand off of your shoulder before beginning to walk after riki once more.

“nishimura!” you shout at the boy. “who do you think you are?!”

“better than you,” he says, turning his head around to look at you.

“well, news flash! you aren’t,” you yell at him. he scoffs as he turns his head back around and continues to walk away from you.

“don’t walk away from me!” you shouted, quickening your pace so you could catch up to him.

“why? do you want my attention or something?” he asked, smirking as he turned around to face you.

“ugh as if,” you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

“as if!” riki said in a high-pitched voice, mocking you.

he lets out a laugh before walking away, but now he’s walking backwards just so he could look at you.

“you should really be nicer to people,” you reply, following him once more.

“I am nice!” he defends himself, placing his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended by your words.

“yeah right,” you say, rolling you eyes.

“just not to you,” he adds, continuing to walk backwards—which in all honesty, was a really bad idea.

since riki was facing you and not looking at where he was going, he bumped into a small table that was placed up against the wall in the hallway. the sudden movement of the table made a glass vase, which had a bouquet of white roses in it, fall over and onto the floor.

CRASH!

the vase had shattered on the floor, leaving the roses in a puddle of water on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass.

“look at what you did!” riki blamed you, pointing to the mess on the floor.

“what I did?! look at what you did!” you retorted, “this is your fault. if you were looking where you were going then maybe you wouldn’t have caused this mess!”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me then I wouldn’t have-”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me first-”

“well maybe if you hadn’t showed up to this party then none of this wouldn’t have happened!” riki spat out at you.

“what…” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“you shouldn’t even be here. these parties aren’t for people like you,” he stated, looking down at you.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“you’re a loser y/n! you always have been and you always will be,” riki stated coldly.

your eyes widened at his words. you knew he was mean, but to say something like that? you stood there looking at him, not able to fathom the fact that you once had a crush on the boy standing before you.

you were in your second year of middle school when you developed feelings for your first crush, nishimura riki. he was friends with some boys in the higher grades and was quite popular among the students in your grade. you began to crush on him a week after school had started since he sat next to you in history class. your feelings for him grew as school went on because you saw him everyday and you even had to do a project with him once.

it was the middle of the school year—about february—when a girl you were kinda friends with told you to confess to riki, telling you that he would totally go out with you and that you would have a boyfriend for valentine’s day. you, being young and naive, trusted the girl’s words and decided to tell riki how you felt.

big mistake.

it was lunchtime and you entered the cafeteria, looking around for riki’s table. you found him in almost an instant, especially with how loud his friends were. you walked up to his table and with a sudden rush of confidence you tapped on his shoulder.

“huh?” he uttered, turning his head around to face you.

“hi,” you said quietly.

“hi?” he repeated, scrunching up his eyebrows.

“riki, I really really like you,” you blurted out, causing riki to raise his eyebrows. his friends were biting their lips and covering their mouths, trying to hold back their laughter, which you failed to notice.

“and- and I was wondering if you would go out with me,” you added, looking at him with hope in your eyes. he turned his head, looking around the cafeteria, then looking at his friends, before setting his gaze back on you.

“who are you again?” he asked, genuinely confused. his friends continued to try to hold back their laughter, which they were failing at miserably. you ignored them as you kept your eyes on riki.

“I’m y/n, we have history together,” you said, hoping he would remember you. “you sit next to me… a-and we did a project together a few weeks ago,” you added, just for him to furrow his eyebrows once more.

“I don’t recall,” riki said before turning his attention away from you as he began to eat his lunch. you stood next to the table, dumbfounded as you watched him eat his sandwich. suddenly, he stopped eating and turned to you again.

“why are you still here?” riki asked in a rude tone. you honestly couldn’t comprehend anything that was happening in that moment, but you decided to speak anyway.

“I-I thought-” you stuttered.

“listen, uh… what’s your name? y/n or something, right? whatever it doesn’t matter,” riki said, looking up at you. “I don’t like you, alright? and I’d never go out with you.”

hearing his words felt like a knife just stabbed you in the heart. he seriously couldn’t have rejected you a little nicer? out of embarrassment, you turned away and quickly ran out of the cafeteria. as you left, you heard riki’s obnoxious friends burst out in laughter.

“wow riki, look at you!” one of his friends cheered.

“who does she think she is?” another one of his friends asked in between laughs.

“I know right, what a weirdo,” riki laughed. your eyes welled up with tears as you ran to the closest bathroom.

ever since that day, riki started to tease you in any way possible: making fun of you in class, calling you names, bringing up how you had a crush on him, and when his friends were around, he would be extra irritable towards you.

that was the first and last time you were confessing to someone ever again.

you turned away from riki, careful not to step in any shards of glass, and walked away from him. you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“no no no! don’t cry!” you told yourself as you fanned your face, hoping to stop the tears from falling. you had to get out of here. you had to find minji.

you pushed past people in the crowded house, trying to find your best friend. luckily for you, she was standing where you last left her, by the drink table.

“y/n!! there you are! I thought you left me for good,” minji half-joked as you ran up to her.

“I wanna go home,” you muttered, making minji’s cheerful expression change into one of worry.

“what happened?” she asked you, looking deep into your glassy eyes. you opened your mouth to say something but no words came out.

“Y/N! WAIT!” you heard a voice yell. you turn around to see riki pushing past people, making his way towards you.

you turn back around to face minji. you didn’t even need to tell her what happened because after seeing riki, she already knew.

minji was about to say something when you walked away from her, wanting to get as far away from riki as possible.

you made your way through the living room, trying to get to the front door. as you squeezed past people you heard riki’s faint voice calling after you. you walked faster, stumbling as you bumped into the upperclassmen that were crowded by the couch. you saw the front door down the hallway.

“it’s the final stretch,” you thought as you approached the doorway that connected the living room with the hallway. but before you could step out of the living room, you felt a hand grasp your wrist, tugging you backwards. you turn around, stopping in your tracks when you see that riki is the one holding onto your wrist.

“y/n-” riki said, breathing heavily.

“what?!” you snap, ripping your wrist out of his hand.

“uhm…” he uttered quietly. you rolled your eyes before turning around and trying to walk away.

he grabbed your wrist again.

“don’t go,” riki begged. you spun around to face him and he looked kinda…upset?

“why? you said that you didn’t want me here just a second ago,” you protested. he let go of your arm.

“I-” riki started before getting cut off by someone yelling.

“LOOK WHO’S UNDER THE MISTLETOE!” you heard an obnoxious voice shout.

you examined your surroundings, trying to figure out who just screamed, but instead you saw a bunch of eyes on you. by instinct, you tilted your head up, shifting your gaze to the ceiling above you. there hung the festive plant from the top of the doorway you were standing under. shit.

you averted your gaze away from the mistletoe and instead locked eyes with riki, who for some reason, looked very calm about this situation. you on the other hand—felt like you’ve completely lost your mind.

“KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” people started to chant.

you turned towards the hallway, hoping to run away from this horrid position, but there was a crowd of people blocking your way. instead, you turn the other way. maybe you can leave through the living room? wrong. there were even more teens standing in a crowd next to you, you couldn’t even see into the living room with how many people were gathered there. you had no chance of escaping this.

“so…” you heard riki mumble. you turn your head to look at him.

“so?” you repeat, furrowing your eyebrows. he doesn’t elaborate.

you sigh before deciding to speak up.

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” you scream at the top of your lungs, causing the crowd to stop chanting.

“you all are out of your mind if you think I’m going to kiss him,” you say, emphasizing the word “him” in an offended voice.

“but you guys are under the mistletoe! you have to kiss!” someone yells, breaking the crowd’s silence.

“yeah!” another voice shouts, “you can’t break a tradition!”

the crowd cheers, beginning to chant, “KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” once more.

you glance at riki, whose expression is unreadable. you stare into his eyes as you fiddle with your fingers, trying to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation.

suddenly, you felt pressure on the back of your head, pushing you forward.

the last thing you saw was a hand behind riki’s head, pushing him towards you, before your lips collided into his.

there was no way in hell you were kissing nishimura riki right now. what kinda sick dream nightmare is this?! you know your past self would be ecstatic to know you were kissing your first ever crush, your “dream man.” how disgusting.

you felt your face heat up with every second that your lips were against his. was it from anger? embarrassment? or from the feelings you still had for him since middle school? the feelings that you shoved deep down into your heart, ignoring them since he rejected you that one day.

the kiss felt like it lasted forever, when in reality, it was just a small peck that was over in seconds.

you stared at riki with wide eyes after pulling away from the forced kiss. after locking eyes with him for a split second, you immediately turn away and start to run towards the front door, squeezing past the people who were blocking your way.

you push open the door and breathlessly stumble outside into the cold. you deeply inhale through your nose, taking in the sense of freedom, before exhaling through your mouth as you slowly walk down the snow covered driveway.

“I have to call minji,” you thought to yourself. you reach down into your bag just to realize that you didn’t have your bag with you—or your coat for that matter. well now what? you needed minji to drive you home and you needed your stuff that you left inside. you shivered at the thought of entering the house again—or maybe it was because it was below freezing out and you had no jacket on? you couldn’t really tell.

just then, you heard the front door creak open. you turned around in hopes of seeing your best friend there, holding your things, and ready to drive you home. but no. it was him. seriously, out of all people it had to be him?!

you watched riki close the door behind him before jogging down the driveway.

“y/n can we talk?” he panted as he approached you.

“talk? there’s nothing to talk about,” you protested.

“well actually there is, we literally just ki-”

“can we just forget about it?”

“what?”

“forget that it happened, okay?” you demanded, wanting nothing more than to just go home and lock yourself in your bedroom.

“what if I don’t want to forget about it?”

“huh?” you mutter, making riki go silent.

“why…?” you ask, in an almost inaudible voice.

“please don’t make me say it,” he begs, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“say what?” you reply with genuine confusion. he takes a slow, deep breath before answering.

“I really like you y/n and I have for a while.”

what. the. actual. fuck.

“that…doesn’t make any sense,” you ramble,“why- then why did you reject me back then?”

“I wanted to impress my friends and if I rejected you… I thought that maybe they would think I was cool,” riki admitted shyly.

“that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you snapped.

“I know I know, but please let me-”

“don’t you think you're a bit too late?” you asked coldly, causing his face to fall.

“I…” he mumbled before stopping himself.

“can you please give me a second chance?” riki pleaded, his eyes glassy.

“why should I? you never even gave me a first chance,” you retort while crossing your arms.

“I know, I messed up badly and I really regret that,” he confessed in a shaky voice, “I'm so sorry y/n. I really am.”

the logical part of you wants to scoff at his words, reject him, give him a taste of his own medicine. but the other part of you consists of the feelings you have for him; the feelings you’ve been ignoring for years, not wanting to accept the fact that you were still infatuated by your first crush. you wanted to be with him. you always have.

“I can’t forgive myself for making you hate me but-”

“hate you? I don’t hate you,” you replied as you tugged on the end of the sleeve of your sweater, making it cover your bare hand.

“wait, what?” riki said with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“I hate that I still like you,” you admitted softly, with a small smile appearing on your face.

your words made his face light up in an instant, his bright eyes looked like they held galaxies in them.

you shifted your gaze from his eyes to his lips, which felt so warm and soft against yours a few minutes ago. now they were cracked and more of a purple color due to the chilly weather, but you still wanted to kiss them nonetheless.

you look into riki’s eyes again before taking a hesitant step towards him, your feet crunching on the snow beneath you. it seemed like he was able to read your mind because he copied your actions, taking a step towards you. leaving barely an inch in between the two of you, riki cupped your face with his hands as he pulled you in for a kiss. you leaned into him, deepening the kiss. it felt so good to finally be able to embrace your feelings for him.

after you both pull away, you notice small white specs falling onto riki’s hair. you tilt your head up and look at the sky just to see snow dancing down from the flurries above you. you look back at riki, both of you wearing cheesy smiles on your faces due to the sudden snowfall. he pulls you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, embracing his warmth.

“promise me you won’t push me away ever again,” you say almost inaudibly, speaking into his skin as you hug him tighter.

“I promise,” riki replies, laughing lightly.

“and don’t be so stupid!” you scold him half-jokingly, making him laugh even harder.

note : the more I continued writing this, the more I hated it. I feel like the ending is really rushed so I’m very sorry 😭 I feel like I could’ve done better but I wanted to write something and have it up in time for xmas. ANYWHO, thanks for reading and I’ll be back to updating chapters for rage quit. and once again happy holidays!!

[jesuistrestriste]

i have not known peace since that farmers son ask... specifically a woefully innocent art who was sent off to boarding school by his daddy and didn't really grow up on the farm, but he's back for the summer....same time cowboy patrick is brought on as extra help during breeding season...so tall and handsome and he thinks art is as sweet as strawberry pie....maybe watching the bulls mount the heifers in the field makes shy sheltered art blush and his stomach swoop...and and what if, bless his heart, he asks cowboy patrick what that boy cow is doing to the other cow...

walk with me here

im walking hand in hand with you rn

art gets back home from boarding school, which was an environment that prioritized purity and condemned sexual material, and suddenly he’s surrounded by temptation at all times. mostly because patrick—the new farmhand and beloved cowboy—is always around. he’s got a smirk that feels like a kick to the chest when he flashes it at poor, blushing artie..

he pushed down all of those feelings of arousal when he was at the school, only managing to get all of his frustration out when he was in the showers there, but now it’s harder than even to ignore them. patrick looks at him sometimes like he’s a piece of fresh meat; art doesn’t know what to do with himself.

when he’s standing next to pat one day after a long afternoon and early evening of work, he feels his cheeks heat up when one of the cows suddenly starts mounting another—he instantly averts his gaze, chuckling nervously like he’s watching something that he isn’t supposed to. patrick just laughs at him and nudges him arm, “relax, city-boy.. you’ll be seeing a lot more of this in the next couple weeks..”

something bristles in art’s stomach at this and he hides his blown pupils below his soft-scented blonde curls. he glances back out to the field and then down to the dirt ground. has to swallow down the way his mind starts to conjure up images of being bred by a tall brunette with freckles, strong hands, and a taunting tone.

[fuckitupfelix]

hai… its me again BUT I HAVE ANOTHER SCENARIO IDEA ALSO IMMSORRY AHOUT MY OTHER ASK AUGHH IT WAS RIGHT IN UR RULES DUDE BUT BUT MY IDEA IS SCENARIO OF WHICHEVER HQ CHARACTER OF UR CHOOSING WITH AN S/O WHO HAS REALLY BAD MUSCLE STRAIN FROM PRACTISING VOLLEYBALL BUT REFUSE TO REST AND GAGAGAGA :3

DONT WORRY ABOUT IT BRO ITS ALL GOOD!!! IM GONNA COOK WITH THIS ONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT 🙏🙏 actually writing now hope this doesn't turn out bad..

hit it til it breaks...?

iwaizumi hajime x male reader

word count: 1k

iwaizumi's noticed that his boyfriend, seijoh's libero, hasn't been doing his best.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

iwaizumi has seen what pushing yourself past your limits can do to you. he's seen how oikawa always strived to be the best he could, sometimes pushing himself beyond exhaustion. it takes a huge toll on your body, so iwa promised himself he'd take care of himself, and it's not exactly a secret. he pushed everyone to do the same.

so it surprised iwaizumi when he noticed (name) acting different in the past few weeks. they were all very subtle changes; he would buy coffee in the morning more often, was a bit slower with receives, and a little more tired than he usually used to be.

he was pushing himself.

that's what iwaizumi thought initially. he's seen the signs in oikawa enough times to know the aftermath of straining yourself and making your body work overtime. he decides to wait a bit, see if (name) would mention anything by himself. he didn't.

"iwaaaa," (name) called, leaning over iwaizumi's desk. "can i borrow your homework answers?"

iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at that. "you didn't get time finish it last night?" he asked, pulling out the papers. he noticed his boyfriend's hesitation before he took the papers.

"nah, only got through half of it before i went to bed. my mom had me run errands after school. y'know, groceries 'n stuff." (name) said causally. he hunched over iwaizumi's desk to quickly write down the rest of his answers before passing the worksheets back to him. "thanks!"

"yeah, no problem. . . by the way—" but (name) had left before he could ask his question.

later that day, during practice, the team was doing a spiking drill. (name)'s receives were all flawless, but iwaizumi noticed the slight stiffness of his movements. how he grit his teeth for a spike that wasn't particularly hard to get. how his feet left the ground half a second too late. how his breathing grew ragged faster than usual.

'maybe im overthinking things,' and so he shook the thoughts away. he's used to having to deal with oikawa's bullshit. maybe its made him paranoid.

he went to spike, moving fluidly. the ball went a bit of a distance away from (name)'s direction— almost halfway across the court— but he still went for it. that's when it happened.

(name) reached, pushing himself to make contact with the ball, willing himself to. and he did. he sent it up nicely— a beautiful arc straight to the net. but his body had already exhausted itself. it was too much. his face contorted in pain as he felt his leg spasm. his body slammed against the floor, his shoulder connecting with the wood panels in an odd way. his body tumbled over itself like a ragdoll. (name) just laid there.

iwaizumi darted over to (name), eyes blown wide with panic. as gently as he could, he grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up. his grip was still tight.

"(name)? (name), are you okay?" he asked, sweat dripping from his forehead onto (name).

(name)'s eyes opened, face morphing into a frown. "yeah, shit. . . sorry," he mumbled. he tried to push himself to stand, but let out a sharp groan, falling back down to the floor.

the sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floors was faded as (name) and iwaizumi sat together in the club room. (name)'s leg was propped up on one of the chairs.

'how did this happen?'

sure, (name) was pushing himself more than usual, but that was because the inter-high preliminaries were right around the corner! he had to do his best so the team could go to nationals!

"hey." iwaizumi's voice drew (name) out of his thoughts. ". . . why didn't you stop?" he asked.

". . .what?"

"you were pushing yourself too hard, your body couldn't keep up, and now you can barely move your legs. why didn't you take a break?"

(name) tensed up at iwa's words. he frowned. "because i needed to do better. i needed more practice. i need to be better—"

"is this really better to you?" iwaizumi cut him off. (name) flinched at the volume. iwaizumi was pissed. "seriously, tell me. do you think pushing yourself this far helping anyone? we all need practice, but without breaks, you're doing more harm than good!"

"i know that!" (name) snaps. he glared down at the floor. his head was spinning and his legs were throbbing and he could feel his face grow hot, tears brimming in his eyes.

"i know it was stupid, i know i should have paid attention, i'm sorry. i just wanted us to do better! i wanted us to win." (name) managed. god, he knew he sounded pathetic, the way his throat closed up on him, making him sound all whiney. he rubbed the tears away with the back of his hands, his face scrunched up.

iwaizumi wasn't expecting that. he walks over, sitting next to his boyfriend. he wraps an arm around his shoulder, bringing (name) in to rest his head on his chest.

"hey, hey, it's okay," iwaizumi mumbled. he wasn't great at comforting people. he ran his hand along (name)'s back, rubbing circles. "c'mon. can you stand properly? i'm taking you home."

"what? come on, iwa, just give me a minute, i-i can make it for the rest of practice—"

"(name)." iwaizumi said sternly. "what you need is rest. you don't need to overexert your body anymore. and, you're banned from any type of practice until you get better." he adds.

"what?" (name) sputtered. "that's not fair!"

"of course it is, dumbass!" iwaizumi huffed, crossing his arms. "if you try to play volleyball injured, it'll get worse and take longer to heal. seriously. i don't like seeing you hurt," he adds, quieter that time.

a small smile grew on (name)'s face at that. "fine, but only cause i don't want you worrying," he chuckled. he leaned over to plant a small kiss on iwaizumi's cheek.

". . . okay, now help me up? please?"

AAAAJFHHH i hope that was okay (⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)!!! it was kind of angsty idk if you wanted that. . . lmk if i need to fix anything!!! requests are still open btw!!

[boktuoafterdark]

SCIENCE BUDDIES | KUROO. T |

summary: when your the popular girl at nekoma and your science grade is dropping day by day, your teacher pairs you with the weirdly attractive science nerd, captain of nekoma volleyball team, in order to raise your grade to graduate. but what happens when you go to his house to start the project and things go wrong.?? or at least you think.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: cursing, kissing, smut if you squint, and thats it lmk if i missed anything!

| the sun beamed into your room, blinding you as you woke up from your slumber.

“fuck i do not want to go to school.” you mumble to yourself, getting out of bead heading to your bathroom and closet to get ready for school.

when you finish getting ready, you decided to wear a white skirt with a fitted lining short sleeve shirt. as you went downstairs for breakfast, you seen your mom sitting at the marble island table with her glasses on a paper in her hand, analyzing it.

“hi, good morning mom, what did you make for breakfast today?”

“oh just some waffles, but uh. i have to talk yo you about something.” she says almost.. confused “yea sure mom”

you grab a plate and put some waffles on it, the syrup already being on the table being from your mom eating first.

“honey, i thought you had better grades than this, i- especially you science grade its .. terrible .!” she says disappointed.

“mom, ive been trying i promise ill ask my teacher today is there anything i can do to raise my grade .” you say searching for an answer so your mom can stop being mad at you.

on your way to school you bumb into kuroo the captain of the nekoma volleyball team somehow, but the biggest science geek you would ever meet in your entire existence. You stumble to the ground, dropping your phone and your purse.

“ah- gosh do you even look where you go idio-” you say standing up dusting yourself off

“oh, sorry are you okay?” he says, tall figure reaching out to check of you are injured or anything.

you look up, not even knowing it was him about to curse him out for being a complete dickwad and idiot for not looking where he was going.

“yea. im fine just watch where your going idiot” you say grabbing your phone and purse walking away.

“wait! is there anything i can do to pay you back for this i feel like an asshole.” he says to you, stopping you in your tracks.

you turn around slowly thinking if there is anything he could possibly do to pay you back

“nope, nothing now, but if something comes up. sure you can pay me back.” you say nodding

“okay! sorry abo-”

“just stop apologizing. its fine.”

| DURING SCIENCE

you had always failed science, in every grade for some reason . whether it was to hard, you were lazy , or just didn’t wanna do the work. your science class was towards the end of the day, frustrating you even more because you were so close to leaving school and then your least favorite class had to ruin the rest of your day. could be a failed test or more paper work. you hated everything about science.

when you came into science class, your plan was to ask your teacher is there anyways you could raise your grade, like you promised your mom you would. But obviously your science teacher had other plans.

“alright class, please look up the the board, these are your partners for the new project thats coming up and who you will have to sit with for about 3 weeks.”

when you seen the board, you were paired with non other than the kuroo tetsurou. you didn’t hate him, you just didn’t know him and especially cause this morning was quite awkward when you fell infront of him. As you walk over to your assigned seat with kuroo, awkwardness flowing all around you as you guys made eye contact and you approached him.

“hi.” you said very awkwardly sitting down in your seat

“hey.. Y/N.” he said back

as class started, you heard him mumbling under his breath, his words barely audible as he took notes whilst you sat on your phone hidden under the desk.

“Y/N.” your teacher calls

“hm, yea?!”

"what did i just say about the 2 main parts involved in biochemical photosynthesis eh?" he calls on you making you look around the room in confusion hoping there will be an obvious answer on the wall or something.

"well uh.. the 2 main parts are like uh." you say in total confusion and oblivion due to you being on your phone and not listening.

"its light reactions and calvin cycle, Y/N." kuroo whispers to you, head in his notebook going over his notes to pass time from the very embarrassing moment for you.

the way your name rolled of his tongue so effortlessly, as if it was a melody made your heart beat a little faster, skipping beats often you dont know why though.

"uh light reactions and the calvin cycle." you say proudly trying to redeem yourself from the embarrassing moment.

"right.. okay class this a project for photosynthesis and the calvin cycle, i will post the slides soon for what you have to do for this project. class dismissed. Y/N and kuroo, i need you both to stay."

after the class leaves you and kuroo walk up to your teacher i question on what could he possible want from the 2 of you.

"look if this is about my participation and my grade im really sorry. im trying my hardest." you say already knowing the lecture you might get twice. today.

"thats not what i called you up here for, well it is but its not. okay look, i specifically put you to work with kuroo for this project because you are failing this class. its a core class and if you cant pass it you cant graduate. Y/N your really smart, you just have to put in more work."

"soo i have to help her raise her grade? tutoring or just working with her?" he asks in confusion on why he is even here. i mean that sucks for you if you get left back. not his fault your not wizz smart like him in science.

"well yea. maybe while you guys are working on the project, you can help her pick up on some facts, and basic stuff. we can also give your extra credit if you'd like." he says

"hey um hello. just wanna say none of this stuff is basic." you tap i raising your finger in the air.

"uh yea it is, maybe stay off your phone and bring a note book to class.?" he snaps back

"oh hell no i am not working with him for three weeks straight, do you see his smartass remarks?!" you tell the teacher.

"look Y/N i know you don't like everything or everyone, but this is for your sake, to pass school. don't be stingy and just take the help."

you roll your eyes. not wanting to work with kuroo, he was kinda annoying your soul right now. your teacher was right though, maybe it was time for you to stop being an brat and take the help. just for now. not like your gonna catch feelings or anything for him. after all, even though he was lowkey a science geek, he was the cap of the volleyball team. knowing how he probably has tons of girlfriends and girls fawning over him.

"fine. when do we start." you reluctantly say

"well you cn come to my house tonight and do some studying and then we can work on the project every tuesday, thursday and friday. i dont have practice for very long on those days andi dont have practice at all today."

"sounds great, cant wait to see your progress Y/N!" your teacher says

"yea yea fine thanks." you said walking out the door.

when you got outside, you spotted kuroo with his friends, kenma, yaku and kai.

"KUROO!" you call him, stopping he and his friends in there tracks as you walk over.

"oh hey Y/N, whats up. dont tell me you cant come over tonight for tutoring for a party or something."

you smack his arm for even spitting out the word tutoring in front of his friends.

"wait, THE Y/N needs tutoring from lil ole kuroo tetsurou?!" kenma spits out giggling.

"hey for your information, im not 'lil' im damn near 6'3 and 180 pounds and you arent even 5'11 yet."

as he bickerd with his friend you just stared at him wilst he has his back turned. jesus 180? he wasn't fat, at all. he was tall and slim. he was fit, so that only meant 1 thing. he had to be hella jacked. 180 at 18 was honestly insane. and he was 6'2. you stared at his back as he countinued bickering with his friends. i mean you could see some back musces and some biceps, but you couldn't really tell to tale cause he had on maybe 3 shirts and a vest.

"Y/N..?!" he called you and you snapped out of it.

"okay no yea, im gonna come over around 6:30 so i can shower and help my mom around the house with anything."

alright cool, let me give you my number, text me when your leaving. "

"yeah thanks, i will." as you guys exchange numbers and set up a time to meet, you both went seprate ways, but you couldent stop thnking aout his physique for some reason. gosh.

| AT HOME

"im home ma, and i have good ish news!" you say going to your moms room.

"hey honey, how was school?"

"it was good, oh by the way, i got science tutoring, my techer really recommented it. so i have to go to his house tonight at 6:30."

your mom turned around with her jaw dropped.

"i thought you would never do tutoring though!?" she asked confused on what the sudent change in your persepctive was

"well im doing it to make you proud mom, i know i havent always bee the best in school, but i want to mke it up to you caue you do a lot for me." you say, genuienly.

"aw sweetie." she says reaching in for a hug.

"of course mom." okay but i have to shower and stuff so i can get ready to go over there."

"alright honey!" she calls out to you as your leave her room.

6:30

your putting your shoes on getting ready to go to kuroos house when you remember you literally don't have his address so you decide to text him.

when kuroo opens the house door, he greets you with a warm smile, what you dont realize is that kuroo is wearing these hella low sweat pants, so low, you can see his V-line, with a regular white shirt.

"is your room upstairs?"

"duh it is" he responds back snarkly

"oh sorry i asked instead of assuming, some people have cool attic rooms, i didnt know if you were one of those kids." you said giggling.

soon as he is about to respond to you, his mom comes into the living room.

"oh. my. god. kuroo you finally brought a girl home?!" you and him turn your head immediatal after she said that. his mom speed walks up to you and starts touching your face and admiring your features.

"oh my ad shes gorgeous. kuroo are you sure that this girl isnt like. one of those models on that show you used to watch?! my gosh!" all you can do is smile freakishly big and gigling at every fact kuroos mom is acidentaly spiling about him.

"n-no mom, and she isnt my girlfriend or anything, shes just a friend im tutoring for a while" he says rubbing the back of his neck, his arm raising and shirt coming alongside with it.

"ahh its fine! my dear you can come over anytime from now on! kuroo needs a bit of female interaction!"

you giggle at her "alright! ill keep it in mind, thank you."

"yep alright later mom we will be done in a hour or 2." he says grabing your wrist pulling you away to the stairs flustered at what his mom said about him and you. he didnt know wy exactly he was flusterd at the thought of you and him. he had never seen you like thta, at all. he alwayd thought you were just a snobby popular girl, he also rarely payed attention to you beauty but oh was he seeing it tonight. you had came over in a pair of blue and white plad pyjama pants with a grey hoodie, slighliy rolled up above your naval peircing. long black hair in a brad put to the side of your shoulder

as you both got to his room he sat down at hs table , getting his stuff reader as you stood and looke around his room. he had tons of volleyballs in a corner, volleyball posters, and rack full of mybe 5 or 6 volleyball shoes. gosh who needs that many.

"alright lets go Y/N." he called you over to his desk.

"coming!" you called putting his volleyball down and comig over to sit.

"by the way, please. i beg. ignore my mom. she can get really embarrassing at times."

"ah no worries my mom would react the same, just glas your mom is nice unlike any of my other ex boyfriends parents." you giggle

"yeah." he says

"okay, so....."

7:39

"KUROO I SWEAR IF YOU ASK ME ONE MORE TIME ABOUT SOME DAMN CELLULAR RESPIRATORY."

"its resperation. its not all that hard." he chuckles at your angryness manspreadig in his chair, buff arms folded up watchin you absolutly loosing your shit over easy science shit.

he stands up coming towards your, his figure being evidently taller than yours

"give me your hand."

"uh why?!"

"just give it to me"

when you give him your hand, he pulls your closer, staring down at your smaller figure now face to face with you

"listen. i'll ask you again, do you know how our bodies create energy?"

"yea." you say turing your head away from him

good. im gonna show you what happens when cellular respiration is in action."

without a word, kuroo closed the gap,his lips meeting yours in the softest of kisses, like the first touch of a summer rain against the parched earth. the kiss deepened slowly, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, the heat between them intensifying. A low murmur escaped kuroos throat, and your fingers brushed through his jet black hair, tugging him even nearer, if that was even possible. when he pulled away for air he stared at you, deeply, wipin your tast away from his lips.

"thats what happens when oxygen and gluecose come together to create energy."

“yeah yeah whatever, glucose oxygen i don’t care. finish what you started, kuroo tetsurou,” you say, pulling him back for more, your hands threading through his hair as you close the distance once again. His lips curve into a mischievous smile against yours, but there’s no hesitation this time. kuroo deepens the kiss, the teasing edge gone, replaced with a raw urgency that sends a shiver down your spine.Each movement is a reflection of the rising heat between you. Kuroo’s hands trail down your sides, a gentle yet firm pull guiding you back toward the bed. his lips never leave yours.

“Gosh you're actually so much hotter than i- mm. imagined”  he says pressing on top of you on the bed, kissing you down your neck. You take your shirt off revealing a black lace push up bra. It's like you knew you were probably gonna get laid. he takes his shirt off, proving your point, he was really jacked and he had a quite evident 4 pack.

"fuck" he mumbled.

"ah kuro-" you moan from his touch

"HEY KUROO, KENMA AND YAKU ARE HERE!"

"you gotta be fuckin kidding me."

AU: hi guys. this is actually so trash for my first story im gonna make a part 2 but om gonna start wroting feel like a fool since thats what u guys voted on but please like a reblog this to get this going!!