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tetsurousharlot · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Suna Rintarou x female reader for @httptamaki's Broken Hearts Collab (sorry it's late 🥲). Other pieces can be read here. Thank you @nocturnalazura for brainstorming, beta reading, and rejoicing with me when I finally finished it.

Word count: 13.7k

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x female reader

Summary: When you and Suna have a less than happy first meeting, insults thrown on both sides, Suna takes an unusual interest you. Add in one blonde haired friend and a bet, will two hearts come together or be broken apart?

warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, porn with plot, college au, Suna and reader are at least 21 as they are juniors in college, drinking, mentions of beer, protected sex, car sex, praise (I think), honestly this feels like a fever dream right now so, if I forgot any warnings, I am sorry and, please, let me know so I can add immediately. All characters are 21+. I BLOCK MINORS THAT ARE 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS.

READER POV

Loud music fills the air as you make your way through the party, red cup in hand. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other – and you – as you cross the makeshift dance floor. . . or attempt to anyway until you’re shoved into a brown haired partygoer, your drink spilling all over him.

“Watch it!” He turns around, glossy eyes the shade of peridot glaring daggers at you. “Fucking klutz.”

“Excuse me?! We’re at a party, full of drunk college students. And we’re in the middle of a dance floor. You honestly think I bumped into you? Did my being pushed into you cause you to hit your head and lose some brain cells or IQ points?”

You don’t wait for him to answer, shoving your elbow into his stomach as you pass him and exit through the open door into the chilly night sky. Dumping out what’s left of your beer onto the lawn, you drop your cup and cross your arms over your chest and start the walk back to your dorm, unaware of the green eyes, paired with a smirk, watching as your form gets smaller.

***

SUNA POV

Suna stands in the middle of the floor, smirk on his face as he watches you walk away until Atsumu comes over, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he follows Suna’s gaze, “did some catch yer eye, Sunarin?!” He shouts drunkenly in Suna’s ear.

He throws Atsumu’s arm off him, “Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking, highlighter boy. Just met someone interesting. Someone who might be fun to play with.”

Atsumu notices the glint in his eye, “Yeah? Someone actually interests the great Suna Rintarou. So,” he takes a sip of beer from his red cup, “spill the beans. Who is it?”

“L/n Y/n.”

Atsumu guffaws loudly before his eyes roam around them, finding his next mark to hit on, “Good luck with her, Sunarin. She’s got a reputation for being a prude and you? Well, you’re a ladies’ man, a player. There’s no way she’ll put out within a week and there’s no way you could date her long enough to sleep with her.”

Mischief dances in Suna’s eyes as they move towards Atsumu. Feeling Suna’s eyes on him, Atsumu turns to him and lets out a groan.

“Oh, no. No. I know that look, Suna – yer gonna play with her, play with her heart, just so ya can say ya tamed her or somethin’, aren’tcha?”

“No, no, of course not. Although, those words do seem like a challenge, Tsumu,” he trails off, knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Yeah, you wanna make it a bet?”

“Name your terms, highlighter boy.”

Atsumu taps his chin with his finger as he thinks, “5 months to get the prude to sleep with you. When you lose, I want your car.”

“My mustang? No way. Pick something else.”

“Fine. Then I want your vintage Babe Ruth baseball card.”

Suna grits his teeth, “fine. But, when I win, I want your signed volleyball.” He holds out his hand, “deal?”

Atsumu glares at him but grabs his hand, “deal. Can’t wait to see you crash and burn.”

“Keep dreaming, bitch face.”

READER POV

Sun beats down as you lounge against a tree in the courtyard, art pad resting on your knees as charcoal flies across the paper. A shadow covers you and you stop your movements, waiting for it to clear so you can continue your sketch. The seconds drag on and the shadow remains, causing you to lift your head and releasing a groan as you see who it is.

You glare daggers at the person, “what do you want, sir pussy bangs? Gonna accuse me of stealing your seat now?”

“Actually, I came to apologize,” he holds out a water bottle to you. “I think we got off on the wrong foot last night.”

Hand gripping your pencil, you raise your eyebrow, making no move to take the water bottle.

“Okay, tough crowd,” he moves to sit down next to you, letting out a sigh as he does.

“That doesn’t sound like an apology. The one you said you came here to make.”

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry for how I acted last night,” he holds the water bottle out to you again.

You take the water bottle, breaking it open and taking a sip, “thanks. Sorry I insulted you by calling you dumb. And for calling you a big-headed asshole.”

“You didn’t call me that.”

“I did. . . and a bunch of other things. Just not to your face.”

A loud laugh falls from his lips, “You know what? I deserved it. I was a ‘big-headed asshole’ last night.” He leans over to look at your sketchpad. “So what are you drawing?”

Your eyes fall to your paper, “just the people in the quad. It’s for my project – I’m an art major – and the assignment is to observe people in their natural habitat. It’s actually quite interesting what you can see – what you can hear – when people don’t think you’re paying attention.” You point out three people, two of them holding hands with occasional glances at the third, “the two holding hands? Obviously dating, right?” You glance at him, continuing when he nods, “but they haven’t told anyone, including their friend. So it’s likely a new relationship or the friend has feelings for the guy, too. Probably both, with the way the friend is glancing at him when he’s not looking.”

Suna’s eyes watch them more intently, picking up the things you mentioned, “you’re very observant.”

“Thank you.”

His hand cups your cheek, turning your head towards him, “how about you show me just how observant at dinner? Friday at 7, my treat?”

Putting your pencil back in its case, you flip your sketchpad shut and put it in your bag, “No, thanks.”

“What? Why not?” A charming smile makes its way to his face as he gives you a wink.

“Because I know guys like you. You’re never serious about anyone or anything, everything is just a game to you – especially women. And, once you’ve had your fill, your fun, you’re done and moving onto the next target, your next game piece. And I’m not interested in players,” snapping your bag shut, you get up and dust off your jeans as you walk away, calling behind you. “Thanks for the water, though, pussy bangs.”

Suna watches you go,a smile on his face, “oh, this is gonna be more fun than I thought.”

Silverware clatters against plates as muted conversations fill the room. You look around the restaurant – the red walls, the dim lighting, candles and roses on every table. “Di Amanti e Bugiardi, huh? Never expected you to pick such a romantic restaurant.”

Suna smirks at you over his menu, “yeah, well, what can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”

You roll your eyes as you take a sip of your water, “somehow I doubt that’s true. I bet you take all your dates here.”

Suna watches you as you bite your lip, thinking how cute you are with the crinkle between your eyes as you try to decide what to get, as he’s transported somewhere else.

“Ya finally got the date so don’t fuck it up. I still think it’s a bad idea that yer going through with the bet but – “

“You’re not changing my mind, Samu,” he says as he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt, a few buttons left undone at the top.

Osamu smacks his head, ignoring the ‘hey!’ Suna let out, “I know – once ya decide on somethin’, there’s no changing yer mind. Just. . . ya gotta be real – be sincere – if ya wanna beat ‘Tsumu. I don’t wanna deal with his big head if he wins.”

Something waving in front of Suna’s face brings him back to the present as his eyes refocus to see it was your hand, “sorry, got lost in a little daydream. You were saying?”

“You know, if you don’t actually want to be on this date, we can just leave, go home, and pretend this never happened?”

“No!” Suna grabs your hand,” I mean, no. I want to be here. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have spent all month trying to woo you with flowers, chocolates, and, ultimately what got me the date, serenading you during your outdoor art class,” he gives you a soft smile.

“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way. I really appreciated having the whole quad stare at me,” comes your sarcastic retort.

“Come on, you know you enjoyed the attention a little bit.”

“So what are you going to get?” Rolling your eyes, you change the subject to avoid answering, “I was thinking about getting the mushroom ravioli.”

“That sounds good. I’ll get the same,” he puts his menu down and stares at you, resting his chin on his hand.

Putting your own menu down, you take a sip of your water, raising an eyebrow at him, “why’d you want to take me out, anyway?”

“Well,” he takes a sip of his own water, “not many girls insult me then call me pussy bangs.”

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” you correct.

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” he concedes, looking around the room. “It was refreshing from the usual of chicks dropping their panties for me just because I happen to send a smile and a wink their way. It was nice, having to work for it for a change.”

Your face falls at his words but you shake your head slightly and force a smile on your face, “I’m just going to run to the restroom really quick.” You grab your purse and give him a soft smile as you get up, making your way to the restroom. Making sure he’s not watching, you open the door to the restaurant and start walking back to your dorm.

Several minutes later, you ignore the car driving next to you and honking to get your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you keep walking to your dorm.

“Y/n! Come on!” Suna’s voice comes from the car. “What happened? I thought we were having a nice time!”

You scoff and keep walking as you answer, “A nice time? You actually think that you talking about your meaningless hook-ups and talking about how the only appealing thing about me was that I made you work for it?” You stop walking and turn to face him, “Were you planning on dropping me just like all the girls as soon as you had a successful date with me? Or were you going to drag it out until I gave in and slept with you, just like them?”

You watch as he stops the car, putting it in park, and getting out of the car to look you deeply in the eyes, his hands resting on your shoulders, “Okay, I fucked up! I see that now.”

“Ya gotta be real – be sincere.”

Suna closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, “Okay, I’m gonna do something I’ve never done before and be completely honest, completely me – no front, no façade, just me being real. The truth is. . . while what I said about you not giving in being refreshing and having to work for it being nice was true, I actually asked you out because I really wanted to get to know you. It’s not. . . easy for me to let someone in . . . but I think you’d be worth it, worth trying.”

You raise your brow, blank look on your face.

He sighs again, “you drive a really hard bargain. And I’m sorry. I was a shitty date.” He gives you a pleading look, “can we please try again? Can you give me another chance?”

Making him sweat a little longer, you give him the same stare and purse your lips before giving him a smile, “okay. You can have another chance.” He fist pumps the air, causing you to let out a chuckle, “so where are you taking me?”

***

Your squeals of joy fill the air as Suna drives the go-kart around the track, racing against the other players on the course. He gives you a smile as he checks the side of the kart, seeing someone trying to overtake out of the corner of his eye. He smirks as he presses down harder on the pedal and crosses the finish line, checkered flag waving as a bell rings, signifying the end of the race. He gets out of the kart and holds his hand out to you, pulling you up and out as you place your hand in his, sparks tingling up your arm at the connection.

Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you press a quick kiss to his cheek, “that was for winning. Congrats, Sir Pussy Bangs. So what’s next?”

Of course your stomach takes that moment to grumble, causing Suna to smirk down at you, “well, it seems I have to feed my lovely date.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you out of the race track to find some food, “come on.”

Chin resting on your hand, you smile as Suna walks over to the table with a tray of food, “Milady, I have acquired the finest of feasts for you.”

Looking at the tray of cheeseburgers, French fries, and soda, you snicker at his antics, “Why, thank you, Sir Pussy Bangs.” You unwrap your burger and take a huge bite, moaning as the greasy flavors erupt on your tongue, “I haven’t had a burger this delicious in so long.”

He unwraps his own burger and takes a sip of his soda, “you mean the cafeteria food isn’t amazing? I’m shocked.”

You lightly kick his shin, “shut up. You know what I mean. Jerk,” you say with a smile on your face.

He smirks at you, eyes lit up with teasing, as he shoves some fries into his mouth, “so how’s the do over going so far?”

“Well, now that you’ve dropped the player persona and the real Suna Rintarou is being shown? I’d say it’s going well. . . and I’d say that he has a pretty good shot at a second date.”

Ignoring the pounding in his chest at his name falling from your lips, he gives you a soft smile, “okay, eat up and I’ll win you anything of your choosing.”

“Really? Anything?”

“I gotta make sure this date is memorable to change ‘pretty good shot’ into a ‘sure shot.’”

“Okay, then,” you look around the area as you slurp your drink, eyes falling on the prize you want, “how about that big fox stuffed animal?”

“Whatever my pretty girl wants, my pretty girl gets.”

Ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks, you take another bite of your burger and some fries, washing it down with your soda. Suna smirks as he sips on his drink and shoves more fries into his mouth.

“So why art? What drew you to it?”

“I like that it tells a story in more ways than one. You have what you see at surface level – the scene that’s in front of your eyes but, then, you also have little things that add to it. The colors, the brushstrokes, the placement of the people and objects – all of it blends together to tell a story. And I like that it makes people think – that, sometimes, you have to decipher it to find the story,” you take another bite of your burger, swallowing it before you continue as you stare at him with a raised brow, “Don’t think that I didn’t notice the pun you threw in there.”

“Hey, now, that was an accident, okay? Purely unintentional,” he pauses to take a bite of his own burger. “That’s a really good reason. I never knew you were such a romantic.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you look away, taking a sip of your drink, “that’s something that’s not on the surface level.”

“So it is. Guess I have to decipher the story.”

You give a sheepish smile before putting him in the hot seat, “so what’s your major?”

“Journalism – specifically photojournalism.”

“Interesting choice. I gotta say that is the last thing I expected you to say. Why photojournalism?”

Passion flashes in his eyes as peridot meets y/e/c, “because I want to help people. Words are great for giving information but you want to strike a chord with people, make them feel things? Well, pictures are extremely successful at that.”

“I’m impressed. That’s actually pretty noble,” you give him a soft smile. “I like this side of you. You should show it more often.”

Suna chuckles nervously, wondering if you can hear the fast beating of his heart, as he finishes his food, “so, uh, you ready for me to win you that prize?” His eyes look anywhere but you, hoping you won’t say anything about the topic change.

You take another bite and shove some more fries in your face before wiping your hands on your napkin, “yeah, I’m ready to go. Let’s see your moves, Sir Pussy Bangs.”

Getting up, you throw your trash away and grab his hand, noting how perfectly yours fits as his fingers slide between yours, a soft smile on his face. He guides you over to the game stall, putting some money on the counter. The attendant picks it up and places three baseballs on the counter. He smirks at you, dropping your hand so he can focus. His eyes narrow as his tongue hangs out the corner of his mouth, winding up his arm and aiming it at the three plastic milk bottles. He throws the ball and knocks all three down, waiting for the attendant to reset them.

Suna aims and knocks all three down again, smirking at you as the bottles get reset for a third and final time. Suna winds up his arms and throws the ball, smiling triumphantly as the bottles clatter to the ground.

“Congrats. Pick your prize. Since you knocked them down three times in a row, you can pick anything,” the pimple-faced teenage attendant says in a bored tone.

Suna points to the fox you wanted, “that one.”

The attendant gets the fox and hands it to Suna before going back to his phone, the same bored expression on his face. Suna smiles and hands you the fox.

You take it, a soft smile on your face as you run your hands along the head of it, “thank you. I gotta admit – I really didn’t think you could do it.”

Suna wraps his arm around your shoulders, guiding you away from the booth, “I told you – whatever my pretty girl wants, my pretty girl gets. So have more faith in me next time, yeah?”

“We’ll see. You were successful this time but who knows? Could just be a stroke of luck,” you tease as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“So what next? A ride, a game?”

“I was actually thinking it’s time to go back to the dorms. I have an early class.”

“Back to the dorms, then,” he turns and guides you to the parking lot, opening your door for you when you arrive at his black mustang. You give a smile as you get in, buckling your seatbelt and holding the fox tight to you. Suna gets in the driver’s side and starts the car, heading back to the dorms.

***

Your hands swing between the two of you as Suna walks you back to your dormitory. He smiles happily as you talk about anything and everything until you stop in front of the building.

“So . . . this is me,” you run your hand over the head of the fox again as you look at him expectantly. “Thank you for what turned out to be a surprisingly lovely evening.”

“So if I asked you on a second date?”

“I’d say you have very good chances of a yes.”

“Then can I take you out again on Friday?” He plays with your fingers as he waits with bated breath, heart nearly beating out of his chest.

You give him a bright smile, “Friday is perfect. I can’t wait.” You lean in closer, eyes glancing at his lips as you bite yours.

“Great! It’s a date! I’ll see you Friday,” dropping your hand, he pats your shoulder before he turns and walks away, heading back to his car.

Your mouth drops open in disbelief and you speak under your breath, “are you freaking kidding me?!” You turn and scoff as you press your keycard against the scanner and shove the door open as it changes green.

Now in your dorm, you’re thankful that your roommate is still out as you change into your pajamas, grumbling aloud while you do. Grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, you put on your slippers and stalk to the bathroom. You brush your teeth furiously, taking your anger on Suna out on your poor teeth. Spitting into the sink, you rinse your brush, grab your toothpaste and stalk back to your room, leaving them on your desk. Turning off the light, you plug in your phone, seeing a text from Suna.

Suna: I had fun tonight. can't wait for Friday. 😏

Closing the text message, you grumble more and slam your phone on your nightstand before climbing into bed to hopefully get more than a few hours of sleep.

***

Suna had been texting you every day since your date and each one went unanswered by you. Your phone pings as another text message comes in and you check to see who it is. Rolling your eyes, you silence it and go back to your drawing. . . or you would if you hadn’t been disturbed by an annoying voice right next to you.

Suna crouches down in front of you, trying to meet your eyes, “why are you ignoring me? I thought our date went well.”

You scoff as you begin to pack up your things, “you’re really asking me that right now? Seriously?”

“Yeah, I am. I thought we had a fun time. . . especially since you said yes to a second date. So why aren’t you talking to me?” He grabs your wrist stopping you from packing up.

Sucking in your cheeks, you glare at him before answering his question with one of your own, “Why didn’t you kiss me after our date? If it went as well as you thought it was, why did you drop me off and leave when I was giving you all the signs for a kiss?”

“I- huh? What?!” Suna’s mouth opens and closes like a fish as he stutters through an answer. “Y-you wanted me to – “

Cutting him off, you scoff again, “do you even actually like me?” You pull your hand from his and continue packing up, throwing your things in your bag and closing your drawing pad as you get up, walking away until Suna grabs your arm, moving fast, and pinning you against the tree and his body, doing his best to hide you both from everyone else. . . or their prying eyes, at least.

He cups your cheek, breath fanning your face as he moves in closer, “yeah, I like you,” his thumb runs down the middle of your lip, freeing it from between your teeth as his eyes watch yours carefully, looking for any sort of objection as he moves in closer. “More than I thought I would.”

Your heart’s beating so fast you’re amazed he can’t hear it as his lips touch yours, sparks flying when they connect. Suna’s warm body pressing against yours, trapping you between him and the tree, as rough bark digs into your back. Bringing your hands up to his shoulders, your hand grips the hair at the base of his neck as you deepen the kiss, the taste of mint on your tongue as Suna’s twists and entangles with yours.

Pulling back, you break the kiss and look at him with wild eyes as you breathe heavily, “okay, uh, good. Glad we cleared that up,” you pat his chest, pushing him away slightly.

He laughs and cups your cheeks, bringing your lips back to his for a quick kiss, “I wasn’t ready to be done yet.” His thumb brushes your cheek, “so am I forgiven? We’re still on for Friday, princess?”

Biting your lip to keep from smiling, you roll your eyes and push on his chest lightly, “yeah, we’re still on for Friday, Sir Pussy Bangs.”

Laughing, he wraps his arm around your shoulder as you both move away from the tree and presses a kiss to your temple, “good. I can’t wait.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

Suna’s arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you back against his chest, pressing kisses to your neck. Your laugh rings out as his hair tickles you with each kiss, his fingers squeezing your sides. Music pulses throughout the room as you turn around to look at him, pushing his head away and gnawing on your lip nervously.

His thumb runs along your lip, pulling it from between your teeth, “you’re not that nervous to meet my friends, are you? They don’t bite. . . much.”

You roll your eyes as a light chuckle leaves your lips, ignoring his teasing, “Rin, what if they don’t like me? Or think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Hey, hey,” he cups your cheeks and presses a quick kiss to them. “There’s no way they’re gonna hate you. You’re sweet and funny and kind and amazing. And, if they don’t like you, then I guess it’s time to find new friends,” he says the last part with a joking tone to his voice.

A humorless laugh falls from your lips as you pull him down for another kiss, “you know just what to say to make me feel better. Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go meet your friends.”

He smiles brightly at you, claiming your lips in his once more before grabbing your hand and leading you over to two gentlemen with similar looks except for their hair and a gentleman with white hair and black tips.

“Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, this is y/n,” Suna says proudly, resting his arms on your shoulders. “Y/n, this is Atsumu, Osamu, and Kita.”

“Hi!” You give a wave, wringing your hands together, “It’s nice to meet you all. Rin’s told me a lot about you all.”

Atsumu and Osamu share a look at the nickname before Atsumu’s voice booms, “well, I know none of them were good things.” He laughs boisterously as he pushes Suna’s arm off you, replacing it with his own.

Your laugh fills the small space while Atsumu guides you to the couch, talking your ear off. Osamu gets up and walks over to Suna, speaking quietly, “you love her. Or you wouldn’t have introduced her to us.”

Suna whips his head towards Osamu and scoffs, “no, I don’t. This is all for the bet – she’d never sleep with me if I don’t act like she’s important to me. That means meeting my friends.”

Osamu shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh, knowing there’s no getting through Suna’s thick skull, “just don’t come to me when you hate yourself for breaking her heart.” He walks over to reclaim his spot in a chair.

Suna plops down on the couch next to you, pushing Atsumu’s arm off to replace it with his own, pressing a kiss to your temple. A soft smile graces your face as you lean against him, the sound of hands clapping forcing your attention back to Atsumu.

“Enough lovey-dovey – let’s play three truths and a lie! But, if your lie is found out, then you have to take a sip. And, if the guesser guesses wrong, then they have to take a sip,” Atsumu looks around at the group. “Everyone agreed?”

Heads nod in agreement as Suna holds up his beer can, “you go first, highlighter boy.”

Atsumu crinkles his nose, thinking for a second, “okay! I got it: I play volleyball, I had my first kiss at 12,” he puffs his chest out proudly, “and I’ve kissed a boy.”

Osamu snickers, “that’s the best you can do?”

Suna pushes Atsumu’s head lightly, “drink. You had your first kiss at 19.”

“I hate you both. You know too much,” Atsumu grumbles before taking a long sip of his beer. “Okay, Kita. Your turn.”

“Pass. Someone has to be responsible enough to make sure you all get home safe.”

Atsumu sticks his tongue at Kita, blowing a raspberry in his direction, “every party has a pooper and that’s why we invited you.”

You nudge Atsumu with your knee, “it’s actually pretty responsible of him – now you can drink as much as you want without worry.”

The corners of Kita’s lips crinkle as he mouths a ‘thank you’ and Atsumu scratches his head in thought before he takes another sip of beer, “thank you, Kitashin, for the right to party!”

Suna rolls his eyes, “let’s get back to the game, yeah? Samu, you go next.”

“Fine, anything to get it over with,” Osamu grips his beer can as he thinks, “I can do a one-handed cartwheel, I can fit 19 marshmallows in my mouth at once, and I am a vegetarian.”

“Oh, I know!” You jump up excitedly, “the first one is a lie!”

Osamu smirks and gets up, clearing some space and lifts one hand up, putting the other behind his back, as he does a cartwheel. He gives a bow and goes back to his seat, picking up his beer can, “take a drink, princess.”

A grumble falls from your lips before you pick up your own drink, taking a big sip and swallowing before holding it in your hand and leaning against Suna, a pout on your lips.

“Hey,” he turns your face towards his, giving you a quick kiss, “as adorable as you are when you pout, don’t be sad, okay? Besides, it’s your turn.” He presses his lips against your cheek again and again and again until a smile graces your face, “that’s my girl.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, a happy smile on your face, as you think for a moment, “okay, got it. I don’t have a Netflix account, I am allergic to seafood, and my last boyfriend never had real feelings for me.”

Suna’s low drawl is the first to fill the air, tone confident, “the one about your last boyfriend is the lie.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, “wrong. It’s the seafood one. Drink.”

Silence fills the air as Suna, Osamu, and Atsumu tense. You look between the three of them until Kita claps his hands, capturing their attention and thawing them out, “you gotta drink, Suna.”

Shaking his head, Suna brings the can to his lips, chugging it until the can is empty, “I’m gonna go get another. Be right back,” he presses a quick kiss to your lips before exiting the room.

Atsumu rubs the back of his neck as Osamu takes a sip of his beer and you meet Kita’s eyes, “is it just me or did we miss something?”

“I wouldn’t think about it too much. The three of them are just. . .” Kita gives you a reassuring smile as he trails off.

You nod, looking around the room as you wait for Suna to return.

Atsumu leans forward, taking a swig of his beer, “so what happened with your ex?”

“Tsumu!” A hand hits the back of his head, causing him to glare at Osamu, “don’t ask that! It’s not our business.”

“It’s fine, really,” you say genuinely as Suna returns, placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “I would really rather not get into it, though, and ruin what’s been a really fun evening so far. So who’s next?”

Suna raises his beer, “that would be me, princess.” He thinks for a moment before smirking, “you guys will never figure it out. I’ve never had my heart broken, I’ve taken salsa dancing classes, and I know how to fishtail a braid.”

Banging his fist on the table, Atsumu exclaims, “the braid one is the lie!”

“Salsa dancing is the lie,” comes from Osamu’s mouth at the same time.

Suna moves his beer to his lips as Atsumu fist pumps the air in excitement and Suna lowers the can, “wrong on both. I would fishtail my little sister’s hair all the time and Mom made me take salsa to have a hobby before I found volleyball. Drink.”

Atsumu grumbles before chugging his beer and the game continues a few more rounds but the drinking continues over casual conversation.

***

“Shhhhhhh, you’re being too loud” you shout, your giggles filling the halls of your dorm as Suna fumbles with the key and holds it upright.

He rolls his eyes as he gets the door open and kicks it closed with his foot, placing you on your bed as he looks for your roommate and finding the room empty, “I regret to inform you, princess, that the one making noise is you.”

You giggle again as you fall back on your bed, closing your eyes. Suna smiles softly before moving down to take off your shoes, unlacing them and letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud. He snaps his fingers in front of your face, trying to get you to focus, “princess, hey, which drawer has your pajamas?”

More giggles fall from your mouth as you hold up two fingers in the dark. Suna moves to rummage around in your dresser, finding a gray t-shirt and gray, brown, and peridot green plaid shorts, slamming the drawer shut before coming back to you. Placing the pajamas on your bed, he undoes the button and zipper on your jeans, pulling them off and sliding your shirt over your head, quickly replacing it with the gray t-shirt as he lets you fall back again. He slides the shorts up your legs, lifting your butt to get them all the way up, and picks you up again in his arms to lay in your bed under the covers. Pressing a kiss to your head, he turns to leave when you grab his hand.

“Will you stay? Please?”

“. . . Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

You nod your head and pull him closer to you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay, but you need to free my arm so I don’t have to sleep in jeans.”

Your lips turn down in a pout as you let go of his arm. Rolling his eyes, he removes his jeans and slides off his unbuttoned light blue shirt dress shirt, leaving him in just black boxers and a navy blue V-neck tee. He slides into bed next to you, smiling happily when you lift up his arm and rest your head on his chest. Your arm rests on his chest as you trace random shapes above his heart. His fingertips run up and down your arm as content silence fills the air.

“Hey, Rin. . .”

“Hm?”

“No, never mind – it’s not important.”

He tilts your chin up to look at him, his green eyes staring intently at yours, “what’s on your mind, princess?”

“Earlier, during the game, you said you never had your heart broken but it was the lie.”

His breath hitches in his throat as he continues to run his fingers up and down your arm.

“Will you tell me what happened?”

Releasing his breath, he continues trailing his fingers as he thinks of what to say, “I was 16 and she was my first love. She was an upperclassman and I thought I was so lucky to have her be into me, out of everyone she could have chosen,” he pauses, the sound of his breathing as his chest rises and falls being the only thing to fill the room. “Turns out, she didn’t actually like me – she just needed someone her parents approved of so she could be with who she actually wanted. Her college boyfriend. After that, I swore I’d never let someone in again. Swore I’d never fall in love again.”

“Oh,” your voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really sorry that happened to you, Rin.”

His lips press against your head, “it’s in the past. And you know what? It allowed me to meet you. And you make me think that maybe, just maybe, giving my heart to someone again may not be so bad,” his hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing against it softly.

“Oh.” Your cheeks heat up and you can’t help the smile that forms on your face, distracting yourself with the shapes you’re still tracing on his chest.

“Okay, princess. Your turn. I told you about my heartbreak so, now, you have to share what happened with your boyfriend.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as your fingers freeze for a moment before continuing, silence filling the room. As you tense in his arms, Suna pulls back slightly to look at you, “princess?”

You exhale and force yourself to relax, nodding your head against him, “sorry, it’s just still kinda. . . fresh. Cause it happened sophomore year and, uh, I haven’t really dated since it happened. Nothing beyond one date, anyway,” you distract yourself with the movements of your fingers on his chest, lip wobbling as tears form in your eyes. “He, uh, he bet his friends that he could get me to sleep with him. I found out before he could be successful but. . . it still hurt. I loved him. . . or thought I did, anyway,” you bring a hand to your eye, wiping away the tear before it can fall as you sniffle, missing the way Suna’s body turns rigid.

Shaking his head slightly to snap out of it, he pulls you tighter against him, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve the world.”

“Thank you,” resting your chin on your hand, flat on his chest, to look at him, you smile softly at him. “But I’m stronger for it and I have you now. And you are a million times better than he is. You care about my interests and my future and listen to me when I talk. Even on our first date, you listened to me, even if I didn’t say the words – like when I up and left you at the restaurant, you immediately understood I was annoyed or mad and, then, you were honest with me. And our second attempt went much better.”

He tenses again, the words ‘you are a million times better than he is’ running through his head, and you bite your lip nervously before turning away from him, “sorry, I got too serious too soon. Forget I said any – “ your words are cut off by his lips on yours, thumb softly stroking your cheek before he rests his forehead against yours.

“You didn’t get too serious too soon.”

You feel your cheeks stretch with a big smile before you crush your lips to his. After you break the kiss, you rest your head on his chest, content silence filling the dark room once more.

“Hey, Rin?” You ask a few moments later, wondering if he fell asleep until you hear his quiet ‘hm?’ in response, “I know it’s only been two months but I think I could fall in love with you. . . for real, not like what I thought I felt with my ex.”

His lips press against the crown of your head, his arm tightening around your waist, “I think I could fall in love with you, too.”

You curl up against him, happy and content, and he listens to your breathing even out, a million thoughts running through his head. The most important one being: did he mean the words or did he say them to win the bet?

TWO WEEKS LATER

Suna’s arm rests against the back of your chair in the crowded coffee shop as cherry red hair appears in front of you and Koharu slides into the seat across from you, “so this is the Suna Rintarou I’ve been hearing all about.”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you roll your eyes, “Rin, meet Koharu, my annoying best friend. Koharu, this is – “

“Your ‘amazing, hot, romantic’ boyfriend,” she finishes for you smirk on her face.

“Oh, I think I like this,” Suna leans forward, his own smirk on his face. “What else has she said about me?”

“Oh, just that you’re handsome and sweet and – “

“Okay!” Your chair scrapes against the tile floor as you get up, “I’m getting us coffee while you spill all everything I ever said about him to him.”

Walking fast to wait in line, a chorus of laughter reaches your ears, causing you to send the finger in their direction and making them laugh harder. ‘They’re gonna become fast friends,’ you think with a smile on your face.

***

Red, yellow, and orange color the outside as a gust of autumn wind blows past you, causing you to hug your sweater around you tighter. Suna’s hand rubs up and down your arm to try and warm you.

Koharu hoists her bag higher on her shoulder, “okay, it’s official. I like him. Congrats, Suna, on passing my tests.”

Suna smiles brightly at her, “I’m glad to have met your high caliber. I want only the best for y/n.”

“Go easy on the charm – you already have my approval,” Koharu half-jokes before turning serious, narrowing her eyes. “I will knee you in the balls if you ever hurt her, though.”

Suna barks out a laugh as Koharu deadpans, “I’m not kidding. You passed and I like you – you’re a good guy – but she will always come first. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Believe me, hurting her is the last thing I want to do,” Suna says, tone and eyes serious. “If I do, I will let you knee me in the balls.”

“Good. So we have an understanding, then. I gotta get to class but I really did enjoy meeting you, Suna. Have fun, lovebirds!” Koharu pats his shoulder before jogging away, waving at you both.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Suna isn’t quite sure when it happened. Was it one of those days in the courtyard that Suna watched you draw, looking so at peace with the sunlight hitting you just right? Was it that night in your dorm when you both opened up to each other, just after meeting his friends, and you fit so perfectly in his arms, like you were made for him? Was it that very first date, when you looked so beautiful under the neon lights, laughing freely before shoving a burger in your mouth? Was it when you insulted him at the night you first met, causing his heart to beat a little faster because no one outside of his friend group had ever insulted him back, and called him pussy bangs the very next day?

Maybe it happened slowly, little parts of all those moments taking up residence in his heart until it beat for only you? He doesn’t know when it happened but he does know that it did happen. He loves you, doesn’t want to lose you, and that’s the only thing propelling him forward, baseball card safe and secure in his wallet, as he races through the quad, desperate to find Atsumu.

Releasing a breath in relief as he sees the blonde hair coming out of the school gym, he shouts his name and waves his hands desperately, trying to get his attention, “Atsumu!”

Atsumu turns and widens his eyes just as Suna claps his hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily. He catches his breath and looks at Atsumu with wild eyes, “we have to cancel it!”

“Cancel what?” Atsumu cocks his head to the side in confusion as Suna grips his shoulders tighter.

“The bet! About y/n!” Suna releases his shoulders and digs around for his wallet, shoving the baseball card at Atsumu, “I can’t do it anymore. I’m in love with her. So, please, can we just cancel it?”

Atsumu’s mouth drops open as his hand falls to his chest, holding the card to it, “but I thought you vowed t – “

“I did but, with her, I feel like she’d never hurt me like that. With her, it feels real. It feels right. It feels like I was always meant to be hers.”

“Well, shit, Sunarin. You’re in deep. Not even Hana made you feel this strongly,” Atsumu looks at the card before looking at Suna. “Yeah, we can cancel the bet but. . . are you sure you want to give this up?”

Suna lets out a sigh of relief, shoulders finally relaxing as he does, “I’m sure – you deserve it since I’m the one asking to cancel and y/n . . . she means so much more to me than some shitty baseball card. Thank you for canceling it.”

Atsumu puts the card in his wallet and pockets it, slapping Suna on the shoulder, “yeah, no problem, man. She’s really good for you. I wish you both every happiness.”

“Thanks. I already have that happiness, just by having her,” Suna turns to leave, a giant smile on his face. “Now I’ve gotta go get ready for a date with my girl.”

***

Quiet, happy giggles fill the air as Suna paws at you through your LBD, your hands pulling at his shirt to remove it from under his waistband. His lips claim yours, tongue sliding in your mouth as he walks you back against the door of his dorm room, trapping you between cool wood and his hot body.

He breaks the kiss, lips sliding down to your neck as he speaks against it, “we should really move this inside my room, princess.” He looks up at you through hooded eyes, lust and something else you can’t quite recognize swimming in them, “and, to do that, I need to not be distracted by the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You giggle again but move to the side, lips trailing along his neck as he fumbles with his keys before unlocking it, turning to you before he swings the door open, “Rin? Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head, cupping your cheeks in his hands, “no, everything is perfect. You’re perfect. Dinner was perfect. The date was perfect. I hope the rest of this night is perfect. . . which is why I did this,” he swings the door open to show twinkling lights hung from one side of the room to the other, all along the ceiling and your favorite flowers on every surface. Matching petals rest on the floor and his bed, made with fresh sheets in a dark purple.

Tears of joy form in your eyes as you step into the room, a happy smile on your face. Tracing your hand along his desk, caressing the soft petals, you turn back to look at him, “you did all this? For me?”

“I did. I wanted it to be special,” he steps into the room and closes the door, locking it, before he grabs your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to your fingers to press a soft kiss to them. He looks you deeply in the eyes, his smile mirroring yours, “because I have the sweetest, kindest, most amazing girlfriend ever. I have to be honest – I did not expect the ‘fucking klutz’ who insulted me immediately after meeting and called me Pussy Bangs – “

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” you laugh, cutting him off as his laugh joins yours.

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” he laments, turning serious again, “to not only become my girlfriend but to become someone who means so much to me.” He releases a deep breath, smiling softly at you, thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly, “I know it’s only been four and a half months so it seems really soon but there’s not a doubt in my mind – or heart – how I feel about you. Y/n . . . I’m in love with you. I love you as many stars exist in the sky.”

The tears from earlier fall down your face as you pull him in for a kiss before breaking it, a happy laugh falling from your lips as his thumbs rub your tears away and his forehead rests against yours, “Rin. . . I love you, too.”

***

Breathless pants fill the air as Suna climbs up your body, licking your juices off his fingers before kissing you deeply. His heavy cock throbs against your thigh as you grind against it. Shortly after your “I love you” exchange, clothes fell to the floor and Suna placed you on his bed, climbing on top of you and leading to the position you’re in now.

“Rin. . . please. I need you,” you gasp out, grinding against him before letting out a whine. Suna grabs a foil packet, tearing it open and rolling the latex on his length.

“Shhh, princess, it’s okay. I got you. I’m gonna take care of you,” Suna’s lips press against yours sweetly as he lines up his tip with your folds, sinking in slowly and swallowing your moans as he bottoms out, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Rin,” your hand cups his cheek and he smiles softly, pressing his lips to yours again. Rolling his hips against yours, he pulls out and thrusts back in, groaning into your mouth. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down as close as possible.

His hand clasps yours as he rocks you both, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking harshly. You gasp and your toes curl as he angles his hips to the spot that makes you see stars. Your hands thread themselves in his hair and gripping it tightly as you meet his thrusts, juices gushing around him and coating his cock in milky translucence.

“Rin. . . gonna cum.”

“Come for me, princess,” he attaches his lips to your breast as he pushes your legs up, folding you in half as he increases the speed of his thrusts, balls slapping against you.

Hands falling to his back, they dig into his shoulders before raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake as you clench tightly around him, cumming as you moan out his name. He slows his thrusts to work you through your high before picking up speed, using you for his own pleasure. His fingers grip yours tightly next to your head, moaning into your mouth as his stomach tightens, shooting his cum into the silicone lining his cock. His hips still, pressed flush against you, before kissing your lips sweetly and pulling out of you.

He gets up and rolls the condom off, tying it and tossing it in the trash can, before coming back to you and pulling you into his arms, “how do you feel?”

Your fingers dance along his chest as you think for a moment, “amazing. I feel amazing. And, like, ridiculously happy.” You press a kiss to his chest, above his heart, before looking at him, “I didn’t think I could feel this happy, especially after what my ex did. I love you, Rin.”

He cups your cheek and smiles as the fairy lights cast a soft glow on both of you, claiming your lips with his, “I love you, too, princess. You mean everything to me.”

Smiling brightly, you curl against him as your eyes flutter closed, movements of your fingers slowing as your breath evens out. He pulls you tighter against him, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, before joining you in slumber.

***

ELSEWHERE THE SAME NIGHT, KOHARU POV

Koharu makes her way through the crowd of the party, weaving through drunk freshmen and couples grinding on each other. Trying to get to the bathroom to deal with the beer some idiot spilled on her, she starts to climb the stairs, past a pair of identical boys except for their hair – one blonde, one gray – and freezes when she hears Suna’s name.

“Sunarin canceled the bet, just like that? Man, he must really love y/n, then, to give up his favorite baseball card.”

Forgetting about her original problem, she walks down the stairs and stomps over to them, poking the gray haired one in the chest with every word she grits out, “what bet did that asshole make involving my best friend?”

“Don’t look at me – I’m not the twin he made it with,” Osamu raises his hands in surrender as she turns on Atsumu.

“Speak. Now. Tell me absolutely everything,” Koharu spits out as she turns to Atsumu, glaring daggers.

“Hey, lady, I don’t even know you. How do we know you’re actually y/n’s friend?!”

“Look, bitch face, I don’t have time for these games. I heard you talking about my friend and her boyfriend and said something about a bet. I’m not about to let her get her like that again so, if you know something he did to hurt her, you want to tell me now or I will hang you from that second floor railing by your balls.”

“Why does everyone call me bitch face?” Atsumu grumbles before he gulps, eyes wide, hands moving to cover his crotch, “I’ll tell you everything – just don’t hurt me!”

Koharu’s nostrils flare more and more as Atsumu tells her exactly what the bet entails, storming out of the party when he gets to the end of the story. Pressing her phone to her ear, she frantically dials you, only for it to immediately go to voicemail, “Guess I’m camping outside your dorm, y/n.”

***

THE NEXT MORNING, READER POV

Sunlight streams in through the window, creating a soft glow, as Suna’s arms tighten around you, “good morning, princess.” His lips trail down your chin to your neck, his hair tickling you as he goes.

Your happy laughs fill the air before you squeal and squirm against him, “Riiiiiin! Stop – it tickles!”

“You’re beautiful, you know. I want to freeze this moment,” he settles between your thighs, claiming your lips in his swiftly before pulling back. “I wish we could just stay in bed all day.”

Your hands trace his back, following the curves and hard lines of it, “I know. I wish we could, too. Sadly, I do have to get up – I made plans for lunch with Koharu.”

“Reschedule. I want more time with you like this,” his fingers dip into your folds, curling deep inside them as you bite your lip to keep the moan in, head falling back.

You pull his lips to yours, grinding against his hand, gasp turning into a whining groan as you push against his shoulders, “as much as I want to and as – fuck, Rin – good as this feels, I can’t reschedule. I have to go meet her.”

Heading falling on your shoulder, he groans as he removes his fingers from you begrudgingly, “Fine. Go have lunch with your friend. I’ll just be here, missing you and wishing you were here.”

“How about I make it up to you? My roommate will be out all next weekend – she’s going away with her boyfriend – so I’ll have the dorm to myself. You can come over and we can turn off our phones, spending all weekend exactly like this. Sound good?”

“That sounds perfect. I can’t wait,” he kisses you lightly, laying on his side and resting his head on his hand as he watches you get dressed. “I’ll miss you. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smile softly at him, giving him another quick kiss before walking out his door.

Walking through your dorm halls, you're thankful that they’re empty so you can avoid stares from your “walk of shame.” Well, mostly empty, you think as you tilt your head in confusion, seeing Koharu sitting on the floor outside your door, knees pulled to her chest, “Koharu? What are you doing here? Did you wait out here all night?”

Koharu looks up at you, sympathy on her face, as she stands, knees cracking as she does, “Can we go inside? There’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yeah, of course,” you unlock your door, letting her in. “Is everything okay?”

She closes the door and turns to face you, a serious look on her face, “It’s about Suna.” She lets out a deep sigh, placing her hands on your shoulders, “I really wish I didn’t have to tell you this but I can’t let you make a mistake so I’m just gonna rip off the band-aid, okay?” She waits for you to acknowledge it, only continuing when she sees you nod your head, “Suna bet he could sleep with you in five months. I just found out from some dude with horrible blonde looking hair last night. Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“What?” Your voice breaks as tears fall down your cheeks before you crumple to the floor, sobs filling the formerly quiet space. Koharu drops to her knees as she wraps her arms around you, rocking you in them.

***

Freshly showered and in your favorite pair of pajamas, ice cream carton in your hand, you rest on your bed with Koharu next to you, Legally Blonde playing on your laptop.

“How much was I worth?”

“Hm?” Koharu asks, sticking a spoon in the frozen treat.

“How much did Su – did he decide I was worth?”

“He asked for some signed volleyball. Highlighter head wanted his car but Suna said no, agreeing to some rare baseball card. Boys,” Koharu says, rolling her eyes.

A humorless laugh falls from your mouth, “so all I was worth was a measly piece of paper or some rubber and fake leather?” You dig your spoon into the ice cream, taking a big chunk as more tears fall down your face, trying to soothe your now shattered heart.

“At least you didn’t sleep with him?” Koharu offers helpfully.

“Actually, I did. Last night. I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey, no. You are not the idiot – he is. He had a really great girl and didn’t see her worth until it was too late, only treating you like a plaything. He fucked up, not you. You are amazing and sweet and kind and considerate. He’s the idiot for hurting the best woman in the world and breaking her heart,” Koharu pulls you into her side as your sobs fill the room again.

***

THAT SAME DAY, A FEW HOURS AFTER YOU LEFT, SUNA POV

Suna groans as he stirs awake for the second time that day, much preferring the view he had the first time. His hand falls on the cold, empty space you had previously occupied, wishing you were there. A smile appears on his face when he thinks of your promise, of spending all weekend with you. Unfortunately for him, the daydream is ruined by a shrill ringing filling the room and he groans before reaching for his phone, ATSUMU showing on the screen.

Canceling the call, he puts his phone down on his desk until the same loud noise fills the room again. Grabbing it, he accepts the call, pressing the phone to his ear, “What?!”

“Sunarin! Thank God you answered!” Atsumu’s breathless voice shouts in his ear, “Listen, you gotta get to y/n and tell her about the bet! Samu and I saw some chick at a party, saying she was Y/n’s best friend – she had bright red hair, if that helps? Anyway, she overheard me telling Samu you canceled the bet and demanded to know everything. She stormed out after she got the whole story – probably to go tell y/n. Please tell me she’s still with you and just in the bathroom or something.”

“Shit!” Suna punches the bed before shooting up, holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear, “No, she went to go meet Koharu – her best friend, the one you met last night, apparently – for lunch. Fuck! Tsumu, I gotta go,” Suna hangs up the phone, not bothering to hear Atsumu’s response, shrugging a t-shirt over his head. Shoving his feet into his sneakers, he slides his phone, wallet, and keys into his pockets before throwing open his door and walking through it, slamming it closed.

He races across campus, bumping into people and yelling a ‘sorry!’ behind him as his lungs burns, desperate to get to you and hoping against hope that he can get to you first. He’s extra thankful for the cardio required from his high school years playing volleyball and even more thankful he kept up with it or his muscles would be screaming at him. He finally gets to your dorm and he’s sure his eyes are wild as he runs down the hall stopping in front of your door, pounding on it as his heart simultaneously resides in throat and is about to beat out of his chest.

He lets out a relieved breath when the handle turns and he’s about to fall to his knees to grovel, to explain, until he’s met with cherry red hair and angry green eyes, “Koharu. . . please tell me you didn’t tell her yet. Please tell me I have a chance to explain, to make it right.”

Nostrils flaring, she places her hands on his shoulders, looking him directly in the eyes as she brings her knee up hard between his legs. Watching him crumple to the floor, she glares at him before she closes the door softly, poking him in the chest hard until his back hits the wall, “you’re an asshole, you know that? She trusted you! Gave you her heart and after she was hurt in the exact same way before! And I know she told you about him! And you still did it, still went through with it?”

He looks up at her from the floor, voice strained, “no! I didn’t, I swear! I ended the bet before I did anything with her! I love her – I never want her to be in pain, never want to hurt her!”

“Then why did you? You canceled it so you get points for that but you lost them all when you didn’t tell her before sleeping with her,” Koharu says softly, despite the flare of her nostrils, the glare in her eyes.

As the pain subsides, Suna rests against the wall and his shoulders fall as he deflates, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks at her with pleading eyes, “I was scared I would lose her. Just let me talk to her, please. So I can explain, so I can make it right.”

“She’s sleeping, finally. You know she cried herself to sleep in my arms over you?” Koharu lets out a humorless chuckle, “you don’t deserve her love or her tears. Even if she were awake, she doesn’t want to see you. So, if you love her like you claim to, walk away. Leave her alone. And forget she existed so she can heal and move on.” She turns and enters your dorm room, closing and locking the door, before Suna can even respond.

Determination fills his eyes as he stares at your door, “I’m sorry I can’t honor that, y/n . . . but I’m not giving up on you, on us.”

For weeks, Suna has sent flowers and chocolates and stuffed animals, all of them returned back to him when you refused to sign for them. So he moved to dedicating songs to you on the radio and having sing-a-grams show up in your classes and your drawing time in the courtyard. He never heard about the songs on the radio but he did watch you storm off in the courtyard after the nth sing-a-gram he sent . . . and he hasn’t seen you in the courtyard since.

As he waits in the courtyard for you to show up, hoping you will just so he can try plan C, shock colors his face when cherry red hair invades his eyesight.

“Koharu? What are you doing here?”

She lets out an annoyed sigh as she rolls her eyes, “look, I still hate you for what you did to y/n . . . but I see you’ve been trying to make it right and that’s something her last asshole ex who made her a bet never did. Along with actually canceling the bet,” flipping her hair over her shoulder, she glares at him before turning serious with pursed lips. “And my friend has been absolutely miserable since her heart got broken. She’s a shell of herself and I’ve also never seen her as happy as she was when she was with you. So I’ve decided to help you get her back. I’m assuming you have another plan in mind?”

Suna breaks into a smile, hope that had previously dissipated returning to him and making his heart feel a million times lighter, “I do actually have another plan in mind. And I only need you to do two things.”

“What are they?”

“Get her to the Halloween masquerade ball and,” he slides her a business card with your name and an order number written on the back, “pick up this dress and make sure she wears it. Tell her whatever you need to get her to accept it – just don’t tell her it’s from me. And try to make sure she’s there before they announce the masquerade king and queen at 11, okay?”

OCTOBER 31ST

Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, your hand runs over the tulle of your dress, silver embellished mask adorning your eyes. The music from inside thumps lightly and you pull your phone out to check the time, “10:50 pm,” you gulp and, nerves getting the best of you, turn to leave.

At least, you would have had Koharu, cherry red hair in finger waves and silver mermaid dress hugging her curves with a matching mask on her eyes, not been walking up the stairs at that very moment, “oh, no, you don’t. You have been sad and moping for entirely too long. This will be good for you! Now, come on. Let’s go – they’re about to announce the lame king and queen thing so no one will even pay attention to you. You’ll be able to blend into the background perfectly,” Koharu reassures as she grabs your wrist and drags you towards the doors. “King and queen, like we’re back in high school,” Koharu mumbles under her breath as you both enter the room, causing you to snicker.

You enter the ballroom, eyes roaming the room in search of Suna – simultaneously hoping that he both will and won’t be there – letting out a breath in relief, followed by a sigh of sadness when you can’t find him in the room. The president of the party planning committee walks on stage and claps her hands to get everyone’s attention as two new recruits walk out with a crown and a tiara.

The room goes quiet as the attention turns to the stage, waiting for the president to speak, “Evening, everyone! Before we get to what everyone has been waiting for, we just wanted to take a quick moment to thank you all for attending – we beat our record from last year and are happy to announce that all we earned tonight will be going to a local no-kill shelter.”

The sound of clapping hands fills the room for a few moments before the president raises her hands to calm everyone, quiet settling in again, “Thank you all for your support! Now, without further ado, I have the results for our Halloween Masquerade King and Queen!” Another new recruit hands her two envelopes and she clears her throat, opening the one marked Queen, “and our Masquerade Queen is . . . L/n y/n?”

Your mouth drops open in shock, eyes looking around the room as heat rises to your cheeks and slow, confused clapping fills the room, a million eyes on you. Koharu nudges your arm, pushing you to walk towards the stage, “Go! Get your crown!”

Whispers of ‘who is she?’ and ‘how did she win?’ reach your ears as you slowly walk to the stage. Koharu mumbles to herself, forehead scrunched in thought, “this better not be a Carrie thing. Who on Earth voted for her to win?”

“I did,” Suna walks up beside Koharu, a knowing smile on his face. “About 300 times.”

“Suna?! You did this? Is this your grand plan to get her back?” Koharu turns to him in shock before a happy smile makes its way to her face, “you sly, conniving, little fox.”

Mischief dances in his eyes before the sincerity rings through, “this is just step one of plan C.” He gives her a wink, turning his attention to you as the tiara is placed on your head.

The president calls for attention again as she opens the other envelope, “and the king is Suna Rintarou!”

Loud cheers erupt throughout the room as your heart drops to your stomach. Suna gives Koharu another wink before making his way up to the stage, standing next to you as the crown gets placed on his dark chestnut hair. Music fills the room and the crowd clears a space as the president speaks into the microphone, “and now the king and queen dance to bring luck to the charity this event is for!”

You gnaw on your lip as Suna turns to you, hand outstretched for yours, “I know you hate my guts but it’s one dance for charity. And it’s tradition.”

“Fine. Because it’s tradition,” you place your hand in his and he leads you out to the floor, hand wrapping around your waist.

Suna holds you closer as your heart beats rapidly, his soft voice filling your ear as he sings along with the chorus, “I’m under your skies . . . I’m caught in your eyes. Don’t you know you stop the room? And all that I can see is you?” Tears form in your eyes, burying your head in his shoulder so he can’t see and you bite your lip to keep your sobs in as he continues on, voice low in your ear so only you can hear.

“I’m standing where the lighting strikes. I know this doesn’t happen twice. You must be my once in a lifetime, in a lifetime. You must be my once in a lifetime,” Suna spins you around the room, your breath hitching in your throat, heart ripping into more pieces with each and every word from his lips, two sides of yourself at war. Your heart wanting nothing more than to rest your head on his shoulder and forget everything about the bet and your brain not being able to forget that he even made it in the first place, information about canceling the bet be damned.

Suna presses his lips to your temple before singing the next verse to you, “there’s so much that I have told you, but it’s all in my head. Ask me anything you want to cause the answer is yes. I’ll spend my whole life, just being caught up in your eyes.”

The dam breaks and tears fall, a broken sob falling from your mouth as he starts the chorus again, and you break away from him, taking your mask off, “I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough.”

Picking up your dress to run easier, you push your way through the crowd as Suna’s heart shatters, finally seeing just how much pain he caused you. Shaking his head, he pushes that out of his mind and runs to the stage, grabbing the microphone, seizing the last chance he’ll get to make it right with you, “Y/n, stop. Please listen to what I have to say before you run.”

He smiles softly when he sees you freeze in the crowd, albeit facing away from him, “if this is the only chance, then I gotta take it, huh?” Several eyes watch him, soft chatter filling the room, as he releases a deep breath before continuing, “Y/n, you are the most stubborn, annoying woman I’ve ever met.” Laughs fill the room and you turn to face him, nostrils flaring as you watch him with tears falling down your face, fingers tightening around the mask at your side.

“You spilled beer on me immediately and insulted me on our very first meeting. On our next meeting, you insulted me again and called me Sir Pussy Bangs. So, yeah, you are stubborn and annoying . . . at least, that’s what I thought at first. But you’re actually the kindest, most beautiful, most amazing woman ever. You don’t take my shit – instead, you give it right back. And I fucked up on our first date by putting on act, kept my mask on.”

A laugh bubbles from your lips at the first part of his speech, watching as he continues, “and you gave me a second chance at it, anyway. And it turned out to be the best second first date of my life. You were considerate and forgiving and smart. I think I may have fallen in love with you then. Or maybe it happened one of those in the courtyard, sun glistening on you, or the night you met my friends and we opened up to each other or maybe it was when you insulted my IQ. Or maybe it happened slowly over all those moments but all I know is it happened and I never once expected it. And I’m hoping you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me yet again.”

His eyes tear from you for a moment, looking out at the confused faces, “uh, I suppose I should explain some things. See, a lot of you may know me as a player, a womanizer, but, honestly, that’s not even the worst of it,” his hand rubs the back of his neck. “See, I’m actually worse than that. That beautiful, gorgeous, amazing woman that was running away from me? Yeah, she saw that I was a piece of shit and still gave me a chance.”

“A chance I really didn’t deserve cause, uh, the truth is I made a bet involving her,” gasps fill the room, eyes glaring at him, as he lets out a deep sigh. “I know – I’m a huge asshole and I don’t deserve her at all, don’t deserve her forgiveness. But I’m here, admitting what I did, admitting how much an asshole I was in front of everyone, and asking for forgiveness, for another chance anyway.”

His eyes bore into yours again as Koharu whispers something in your ear, noticing the way your eyes soften and the way you sniffle, “because I’m in love with you, y/n. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t deserve you but I promise, if you give me another chance I don’t deserve, I will do everything in my power to only love you, to protect you, to never hurt you,” he leaves the stage, leaving the microphone, and walks towards you, cupping your cheek when he gets to you. “What do you say? Do I still have a chance or did I ruin it for good?”

Your lip wobbles as you stare up at him before you bury your head in his chest, “everyone is looking at us.”

“I don’t see anyone but you here,” his thumb rubs your cheek softly and you let out a sob. “It’s just you and me here, princess.”

You gulp, still hiding your head in his chest, “can we please get out of here? I can’t give you an answer when we’re in the spotlight like this.”

His chest rises and falls as you wait for an answer with bated breath and you feel his lips press against the top of your head softly. Suddenly, the ground disappears from under you and your arms scramble to wrap around his shoulders, burying your face in his shoulder as chatter resumes, music playing softly again. He opens the door and it slams closed behind him, putting you down as you’re both left in silence.

Gnawing on your lip, you turn away from him, walking to the balcony overlooking the foyer of the event space. Footsteps sound behind you until you can feel Suna’s body heat radiating against your back. You rest your hands on the railing and Suna’s fingers trace along the back of your hand, waiting with bated breath.

“You really hurt me,” you sniffle as you feel his fingers shake against your hand, “and I should tell you to go fuck yourself. My brain is even screaming at me to . . . but my heart is screaming at me to forgive you, to run into your arms, and . . . “ You trail off, unsure how to finish the sentence as you sniffle again, turning to look at him, “but I have been so miserable these past few weeks. Everywhere I would go, I’d see you, see us together: in the courtyard, in my dorm room, everywhere. All I’ve done is miss you. And, then, I have to remember the pain I felt that I was just a bet to you and it shatters all over again and my brain yells at me to move on, to steel my heart and forget about you.”

His head falls out of the corner of your eye and his fingers leave your hand, balling into a fist on the railing as you continue, “but I can’t forget about you. Try as I might, I still love you more than I hate you. And, then . . . then you do all this,” you gesture around you, gesture to your dress, as his head snaps up, relief and hope bubbling in his chest, threatening to spill over at your words, “and how can I be mad at you? You got me this gorgeous dress and this tiara,” you smile softly, the words about him stuffing the ballot box to get it for you being left unspoken, “and admitted what you did, not just to me, but for all to see.”

“So what are you saying, then?”

“I’m saying I’ve missed you and that these past few weeks without you have been hell . . . and you did a shitty thing but you also did the one thing my ex never did: not follow through with the bet. Koharu told me you canceled it,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “So, yeah, despite my brain telling me not to, I forgive you.”

Suna smiles happily, both of you laughing as he spins you around before he puts you back down on the ground. His hands cup your cheeks again, lips claiming yours. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as your foot pops, deepening the kiss until he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“God, I love you . . . so much. Do you want to go back in and enjoy the party?”

Shaking your head, you press a quick kiss to his lips, “Let’s get out of here, Rin.”

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And that’s how you find yourself in Suna’s black mustang, grinding into him as your lips clash against his again and again. His hands roam over your body as yours tug at his sage green tie, loosening it just enough to pull it over his head. You break the kiss to breathe and his lips trail down your neck as you pull his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning it and trailing your hands over his chest.

“Rin,” you pant out breathlessly.

“I know, princess. I know,” his hands hike up your dress some more before they rest on your thighs and move to trace along your soaking panties. “You’re so fucking wet for me, love.”

You move your hips faster against him, rubbing against his hard cock and fingers, letting out a whine, “Rin, please. Need you. Can’t wait,” your hands pull undo his belt and lower his zipper, pulling his cock out and stroking it, gathering the bead of white pooling at the tip.

He groans as he bucks up into your hand, “gotta condom in my wallet.”

“Were you planning on this?” You tease, dropping his cock and fishing out his wallet, tearing open the foil packet and rolling it along his length.

A breathless laugh falls from his lips before they claim yours again, his fingers moving your panties to the side so he can line his cock up with your folds, “don’t be a brat.”

You giggle in response before lowering yourself on his cock, your moan filling the small space, “R-Rin! So deep. . .”

“I know. It’s been entirely too long,” his hand grips the back of your head, pulling it back to his to claim your lips again as he bucks up into you, moaning into your mouth.

Your fingers thread in his hair, gripping it tightly as you lift up and drop down, ignoring the steering wheel digging into your back. The tiara bumps along the roof of his car and you growl, tearing it off, as you rock your hips against his, pubic bone hitting your clit. Your lips find his neck, sucking harshly, and you speed up your thrusts. Rin’s moans fill the air, sounding like music to your ears.

“Princess, I can’t hold on. Gonna cum soon.”

“Me, too. Just a little more, Rin,” your toes curl in your shoes as he thrusts up roughly, claiming your lips in his again. You moan into his mouth as the coil snaps, coating his cock in your juices, hand scrambling to find his.

He grips your hand, sliding his fingers between yours as he fucks up into you, chasing his own high before cumming with a low groan. You fall against him, panting heavily. His fingers rub circles into your lower back, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You feel okay?”

“Yeah,” you lean up slightly and look at him, soft smile on your face, “I feel perfect, actually.” You gnaw on your lip, eyes unfocused in thought.

He rests his forehead against yours, “hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Just . . . what does this mean for us?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you said it yourself – that you’re a player,” a breath falls from your lips as he continues to rub circles. “I guess . . . I just need to be sure that this isn’t a game. That this is real.”

“I hate that I hurt you so deeply. Hurt you so much that it’s making you have doubts,” he presses a quick kiss to your lips, hand moving to cup your cheek. His forehead presses against yours again, thumb rubbing your cheek softly, “This isn’t a game. You’re all I want. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rin,” you say softly, looking him deeply in the eyes. “So, then . . .?”

“It’s game over.”

💔 reader's masquerade dress

💔 the song that plays when Suna and reader dance and that he sings to her is Landon Austin's "Once in a Lifetime"

💔 "Di Amanti e Bugiardi" means "of lovers and liars." I picked it to connect with Suna being both to y/n.

reblogs appreciated, especially with comments! 💕

Tag list: @chibishae34 @patchworkpuzzle

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ootahime · 3 years ago

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analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead. BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

chapter 63

i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her. he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail. in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

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i love her fit! i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way. even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different. UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea. no one seems suspicious. what do we do now? should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine. i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay. keep looking. i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students. it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.

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these two love their students to death. neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student. in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side. utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.” after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression. i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far. it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away. i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core. seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong. utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional. like am i looking too much into this? are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected? think about it. similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history. IT’S JUST TOO MUCH.

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out? this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes. she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want? don’t bother me on my day off.” she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code. she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time. they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy. when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person. see where i’m getting at? they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO. you know what that means, right? he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.

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ah yes, my favorite moment by far. look at that smile on his face.

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he loves saying her name. he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime. notice how mei’s not there in the debris. could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force? or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris? either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo. he refers to her in a very familiar sense. the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san. in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted. he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai. granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him. he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him. he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple. who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person. while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner. gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong. now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO. he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo. they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.

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WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up. gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko. based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond. shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first? she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right? i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto. you don’t even know it.” i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”. but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her. i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength. her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that. when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru. it’s not nice to pick on the weak.” by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke. i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop. he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo. BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo. maybe he ain’t shit too... okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along. when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this. since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo). we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke. i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

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these three aren’t irresponsible. geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable. seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.

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here’s my headcanon. they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call. the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).

gojo: that’s weird. mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them? maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her. poor mei-san~

gojo gets up

geto: where are you going?

gojo: going to save utahime! it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind. you know what this means? he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo? were you actually concerned about her?

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent. the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.

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let me know if you have any thoughts or questions! i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time. he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.” i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too. okay that’s it for now. i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3

#gojohime #gouta #gojo x utahime

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iwagfreal · 4 years ago

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cigarettes, sex, and osamu.

tags: osamu x fem!reader + smoking + smut + dirty talk + balcony sex + lowkey public sex + shotgun word count: 2k

[not proofread so excuse the mistakes]

"you still smoke here?" you couragely ask as you approach the gray-haired bloke who's leaning on the wall, a stick of lit cigarette in between his fingers.

he looks at your direction and a smirk appears on his lips. "and here i thought you wouldn't come back," he utters before he takes a puff of his almost finished-off cig. you situated yourself, beside him and fished out the marlboro box from your pocket to take a stick.

to be honest, you didn't really know this guy beside you. it was just one night after getting kicked out of your place's rooftop for smoking that you had to find a new place to take a drag. and here you found a guy at the back of a high-end restaurant, always has his back rested on the wall and taking in three sticks and a piece of menthol candy before he decides he's had enough.

for weeks, you just smoke with him at 10 pm in this place, exchanging smiles and a the littlest bit of small talk. but that was all before you decided to stop smoking, which, of course was a blatant failure considering you're back in that place again.

"fuck, i forgot my lighter," you huff with the cig in between your lips. the guy immediately moves to whip out a lighter from his jeans' back pocket and lit your cigarette that was still on your mouth without even saying a word.

"thanks..." you say as you take a drag, the last syllable hanging as if you were asking for his name.

"osamu. osamu miya," he says in a low voice. he moves a little so the light from a lamp post kind of illuminated his face for a second and it made your breath hitch. god was he attractive, why did you notice this just now?

"wait... miya? as in onigiri miya?" you immediately ask as you point at the restaurant place at your back, "you own this place?"

he clears his throat and flicks the empty cig to the bin beside him before he answers, "well, yeah. i'm the head chef."

you were embarrassed to say the least, as you realize that you've been smoking in a private property, and you have the nerve to smoke with the owner himself, not even daring to ask for permission whatsoever. but all of this clouded by the thought that damn he cooks? how attractive is that shit?

"you're probably thinking you're not supposed to be here, aren't you?" he says, both his hands on his pocket, not looking at you. you nod in agreement, a little voice in your head telling you to just finish off your cig, apologize to him for trespassing and walk away. but your body won't let you. so you just stand there, cigarette still lit, in between you fingers.

"it's fine, i don't really mind having an eye candy at the end of a stressful day," he says while he crosses his arm in front of his chest. you look to your side and ogle at his biceps bulging out of his too-tight black.

"thanks, i also don't mind having something good to look at while i take a drag." you answer back, not knowing where the sudden confidence is coming from. you take a step closer to him until both your arms are touching, sending goosebumps to your entire body.

"i'm y/n, by the way. glad i failed at trying to stop smoking," you joke and he chuckles lightly, making something inside you tingle. even his laugh is beguiling, seriously, does this man even have a physical flaw?

"nice to meet you, y/n." he takes a step to face you and skillfully grabbed the cigarette on your lips before putting it in between his. he takes a puff and blew it on your agape mouth, taking you by surprise.

you feel your cheeks burning up after you realize what osamu just did. was that even considered a shotgun? that was so hot. your mind was still short-circuiting when you hear a low chuckle coming from the man in front of you. "sorry, got a little carried away." he says and looks directly onto your eyes, you notice that his pupils are dilated.

he doesn't give you back your cigarette though, he takes another puff and kept it in between his fingers. he's still smirking at you, as if letting you make the next move. so you do, thinking, fuck everything else, you grabbed the back of his nape and pushed it towards your face, crashing your lips together.

the taste of menthol and cigarettes all mixing together as he starts to suck on your mouth, his free hand placed on your waist while his tongue adeptly lick your lips, asking for a chance to enter. you gape your mouth to admit his wet tongue. osamu explores your mouth so good, he tilts his head from time to time to go back to sucking and then licking your mouth. and god does it feel so good, it feels illegal.

he takes a step to guide you, your back feeling the coldness of the wall where he pins and keeps you in place. he breaks the kiss and places the cigarette on your mouth while he drops a kiss to your exposed neck. once he feels you've taken a proper drag, he removes the cig on your mouth and drops it on the floor. he stomps on it and goes back to kissing you.

he sucks the smoke from your mouth and takes a deep breath as he inhales it. you feel a smirk growing in his mouth before he lets out a low laugh and moves back an inch, your mouth meeting air.

"you wanna take this somewhere else, y/n?" his hand placed on the wall beside your head, his eyes filled with lust. "i have a place upstairs," he adds while he looks up the building behind the two of you.

you take all your courage in your body to nod and he immediately grabs your hand at this and drag you to his place.

you didn't even have the chance to appreciate the design of his flat before osamu is kissing you senseless once again. he moves his hands to remove your jacket and the sudden feel of cold air sent goosebumps to your body once again.

he snakes a hand on your waist before he casually lifts you, you let out small gasp before you hook your legs on both sides of his waist. osamu hugs your entire lower torso, making sure you're holding on there tightly before he starts walking.

you open your eyes for a second and realize that he's walking you both to the balcony of his flat. and fuck, the thought of him fucking you while someone could be watching sends shivers to your spine already from excitement.

he loosens his grip on your torso as he lets you down, your bare feet touching the cold tiles of the balcony. he doesn't let your lips go though, he kept kissing and sucking at your lips until he felt breathless.

he holds your shoulders and made you turn your back on him, he scoops some of your hair with his hand and leaves a soft kiss on your exposed neck. "want me to fuck you while people can watch, hmm?" he asks, his voice rough and thick.

you moan in agreement and place you hands on the railings. you bend backward and arch your back so your ass is directly touching his semi hard on. you lustfully look back at him from your shoulders and say, "fuck me good and your neighbors will know your name."

his raises his eyebrows at your taunting and his hands immediately flies to the waistbands of your jeans, he pulls them down in one go, leaving you only in your lace underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. your toes curl at the sudden gush of cold wind touches your skin but osamu is kneeling in no time, kneading your butt cheeks while mouthing at your still-clothed pussy.

"fuck, you don't know how long i've thought about this," he says as a squeezes your left butt cheek significantly harder. "don't know how much i missed you when you suddenly stopped coming to the that spot, our spot."

he leaves a kiss on your ass cheek and softly bites it for good measure which made your grip on the railings tighten. he takes his one hand and undos his belt, pulling his jeans down and exposing his cock.

osamu leans down, his cock perfectly resting on your ass and you can feel how heavy and thick he is. he was lengthy enough but his girth was the highlight of it, you think to yourself. he snakes his hand under your shirt and grabbed both your boobs, massaging it while his fingers play with your nipples.

you were getting wetter by the second, his now fully hard dick just on your ass and nowhere near your hole where you want it to be is driving you mad. so you try to take matters in your own hands and reach for his cock from your behind.

"getting restless, hmm? want me to fuck you now? without prep?"

"osamu," you whine as you grind your ass on his crotch.

"okay, baby. i'm gonna stretch you out real good." he sneered as he holds his cock in his one hand and the other moving your panties to the side. his dick prodding at your wet entrance made your go your mind turn into a puddle of goo. when the tip is finally in, you both let out a moan, you because of the sudden stretch and him because you're wrapping around him so got.

osamu bottoms out in no time, your heat covering his entire cock and all he could do was groan in pleasure. he grabs your waist and pull himself out until only the tip was inside, then he slams back in. the hard impact of his thrust sent your body bucking onto the railings, your boobs hitting the glass that's keeping you from falling from the 26th floor of the building.

he picks up his pace and doesn't stop his relentless pounding, his hips thrusting into you perfectly, filling you up with his fat cock so good that your brain is fogging with pure bliss.

"look below you, y/n. do you think the people downstairs can see you?" he pulls out then slams back in, "you think they know you're getting absolutely railed by me, huh? when all they could see is someone who's probably enjoying the view."

"little do they know i have the best view right here," he add and bucks his hips forward, hitting a spot that gets him a loud moan from you. "fuuck, i'm close, samu."

osamu's hips stutter at this and he lets out a low grunt. he wraps his arm around your waist and grabs your entire body that your hands had to let go of the railings. he moves to sit both of you down on the floor, his cock still never leaving your hole.

he lays both of you down, you on his chest with your thighs on his legs and his back on the cold tiles. he plants his feet on the floor and a beat doesn't even pass until he's fucking into you again.

his hands grab at your waist to keep you in place above his cock. you were cumming in no time from the unabated thrusting of osamu's dick into you and him continuously hitting the spot that sends you into frenzy.

your legs were still shaking when osamu pulled out of you as he gasps while spurts of his cum fly onto your stomach and thighs. you stay like that for a minute, gasping for air and still reeling from the feeling being fucked out of your minds.

"i'm going to stop smoking," you say out of nowhere and he laughs at this and asks "why?"

"i think i just found me a new vice." you say with a smile on your face.

#osamu smut #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #osamu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #there's no real point to this post #onigiri miya #osamu miya #osamu #hq x you #hq x reader #hq osamu #why did i write this #brain rot #smoker

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wizardouxie · 3 years ago

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PANTONE 2046 C

Genre: Fluff, #ZoeAppreciationWeek

Pairing: Zouxie

Summary: The Pink Hair Origin Story (alternatively also the Blue Hair Origin Story)

Word Count: 2788

Author's Note: First day of Zoe Appreciation Week! Wanted to participate so have this not so little one shot to showcase our lovely pink haired witch <3

"Wow, the dye came out really nicely," Zoe murmurs as Douxie exits the bathroom, his hair freshly blown dry -- from its tips to the full bangs dipped in a deep yet striking blue. He smiles widely at the quiet compliment and waves over to Archie.

"How does it look Arch?" they ask, though the answer is pretty clear, if Archie's fond gaze is anything to go by. The familiar flies in to nuzzle his face.

"Dashing as ever, Douxie."

Zoe leans back into the couch with content, taking in the beautiful sight that is her best friend. She did really good. The faint buzz of adrenaline lingers on the pads of her fingers. Right, she forgot. That was her first time.

"Are. You. Crazy? I've never even dyed hair before!" the natural brown haired girl hissed. She begrudgingly wiped the bubblegum that had exploded over her lips -- a result from the initial shock when Douxie first made his request. Granted, she felt honored that they would come to her before anyone else, but still! She can't risk ruining his hair, she doesn't have experience, plus the hair salon could totally do it better and-

"I'd rather it be you than anyone else," the wizard confirmed firmly. Zoe turned to the familiar. Surely the cat who lived with this stubborn kid could knock some sense into them. Archie could only provide a shrug in response.

"They're pretty sure about this."

She groaned.

"Fine, fine! But give me a few days unless you want me to pick out the wrong dye and end up with neon green."

[ 1 Week Later ]

Zoe couldn't keep track of just how many hair channels and blogs she'd gone through. She mimicked their hand movements, using cheap wigs and mannequin heads to simulate the experience. Through it all, one voice echoed the same message: "You can't mess this up."

She bought all the necessary tools. Gloves, hair clips, bleach, foil, just to name a few. Oh, and of course the dye -- though you'll be surprised how one can forget the simplest things while getting caught up in trying to memorize everything. Blue, Douxie had asked for. But what kind of blue? Sky blue? Cobalt? Midnight? Which one? She pinched the bridge of her nose before angrily texting the wizard. It went a little something like this:

DOUX: go with whatever you think will look good! i'm fine with anything tbh :]

ZOE: i Hate you so much

DOUX: ??? WHY

ZOE: IDK SHIT ABOUT HAIR DYE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD

DOUX: let's talk about this in person before you electrocute your phone again

ZOE: you won't let me live that down will you

DOUX: you know me so well ;)

She shoved the phone back in her pocket. There's no way she was actually doing this for him.

She was.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked for what would be around the 73rd time. Douxie pulled his face down with both hands.

"Ugh, the answer is still yes, love. I'm not asking you to dye the whole thing, just the front part, bangs and sides."

She rolls her eyes at the nickname and smacks the clean brush against his head. She smiles at the little 'ow' that Douxie lets out with a pout. Hm, cute.

"Alright, but don't start moping around if it doesn't come out the way you wanted it!"

"Nothing that a little magic can't fix if it gets to that point. Which I hardly believe it will."

And now here they are.

Douxie crashes on the couch with Zoe, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden physical touch, but it's never unwelcome. Not when it comes to him.

"You know of all human creations, I gotta say, this one really takes the cake," they start and Zoe snorts.

"You say that about nearly everything."

"Can you blame me?"

She looks at them and no, she really can't. In fact, she finds herself agreeing with him. He looks... really nice. A faint blush spreads over her face; not that it is noticeable by any means -- the two of them happen to have done this dying process starting from the evening to night, so the dim lights in her home do little to highlight her features. This is still her Douxie, lovable guitarist and wizard nerd who cares about everyone. Yet there was something about the hair dye that changed things up a bit. Something good, naturally.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, doing whatever is usually available. Sometimes it's texting, scrolling through social media, or listening to music. Other times it's zoning off and reminiscing about the past.

Zoe decides to go for her phone, unconscious of the way her hand finds its way into Douxie's hair, carding through the locks and untangling them with nimble fingers. It's peaceful. Maybe even a little too peaceful, considering the two of them are adrenaline junkies.

"Douxie, I can hear you thinking..." she begins. It's a common way to start the conversation between them, and oftentimes she's right.

He turns around, her hand still in his hair, but enough to meet her eyes. Their own eyes look serious and her heart sinks. Were they not happy with their hair?

The answer is quite the opposite.

"You ever considered dying your hair too? Maybe we can match."

The untangling stops.

And then the tugging starts.

"Ow ow ow-"

"Hisirdoux Casperan you are a menace to society."

She does though. She considers it for weeks. Of course, Douxie doesn't push; it's her hair at the end of the day, she can do whatever she likes. But after seeing how well she did with the wizard, she kinda felt excited. She definitely can't forget the exhilaration she felt when she saw people compliment Douxie at Benoit's or at the GDT book store. Her heart started beating faster when he looked back at her with a proud smile on his face-- damn that wizard, they told the others that she did it for them, didn't they?

After a few days, a young girl in a cap comes up to her at the record store. Probably from Arcadia High, if her backpack stacked with books is any indication.

"Hi! I'm Claire. Claire Nuñez," the girl starts. Zoe raises an eyebrow in interest.

"Hey Claire. What can I get you?" she asks, raising a flask to her lips. There's no water. Damn.

"Um, it's not really a standard request, but um, I was wondering if you could dye my hair?"

Zoe chokes on her water. Dye her what?

"Kid, are you new here? This is a records store. I can give you the direction to the hair salon it's really not that far."

"No, no, no! It's just, this guy got their hair dyed and I asked if he did it himself and they said you did it for them so I came to you. It's nothing too big! Just a strand really," Claire rambles. She gestures to the invisible front of her hair, currently tucked away behind the cap, outlining it with her fingers. The hedge witch groans.

"That would be Douxie. Now, here's the thing I don't do this for just anyone. Douxie happens to be a close friend so what I did was a little gift for him. I don't even know you, so what do I get out of this?"

Claire pales.

"Uh, $20? I know a full head of hair costs way more but like I said, just a strand..."

Zoe's stomach rumbles in response. She had $5 currently in her wallet which could buy a snack at most. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh, you're lucky I'm hungry. Catch me after my shift is done okay? And I only got one color on me, which is blue, you good with that? Otherwise bring your own."

"Yes of course, of course! Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, now scram if you're not here to buy anything."

"Oh actually, I was wondering if you had anything Papa Skull released recently!"

Curse this girl and her good taste in music.

[ 45 minutes later; 2:00 PM ]

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Claire starts. Zoe waves it off. She doesn't really know why she agreed to this. Well kind of. She wanted to eat. But besides that, she also was curious to see if she could satisfy another "customer". Hair dying was never a profession she had properly considered and right now? It doesn't hurt to entertain a thought.

"Alright so I have the bleach, you'll need to let that set in and keep that before dying the strand you want. We can even add toner to neutralize the color post bleaching if necessary," she lists off. Claire shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary!"

The girl pulls off her cap and surely enough, there's a light blonde lock, similar to Douxie's, just a little lighter. Zoe's impressed.

"Well that definitely makes my job easier. Especially since this is my second time."

"Wait, second time?"

"You didn't know?"

"No?"

"Of course Douxie leaves that part out. You want out? I'll pay you back the $20 in four days."

"No, I trust you."

Zoe always believed that she had tough and cold demeanor. Clearly she's doing something wrong if people are finding her trustworthy just by looking at one dye job.

"Alright then, here we go! Don't say I didn't warn you," the witch replies. She wraps the cloth around Claire softly, and pulls up the bowl with the dye in it. With a gloved hand she separates the pale strands from the brown ones. The blue will definitely be more prominent here than it would be with Douxie's. Something tells her that Claire wouldn't mind.

From the looks of Claire's surprise, wonder, and delight, she definitely didn't mind.

"It. Looks. So cool! You're really good at this. Maybe you should start a hair dying salon or something," the girl rattles off. Zoe raises a hand.

"I'm already working two part time jobs so... no. But I'm glad you liked it. The blue looks really good. Stands out well."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Claire repeats, putting back her cap on. A feeling of confusion overcomes Zoe.

"Wait, why are you putting your cap back on? Don't you want to show people?"

"Duh, but um, my mom doesn't know about, uh, all this. You know, councilwoman things."

Zoe's mouth drops, the $20 bill crumpled in her hand. So that's why she didn't go to the hair salon. Nuñez is the councilwoman, so she'd know pretty much everyone in the town. And word spreads pretty fast. In summary: Claire would have gotten caught.

"See ya!"

These kids are going to land her in some serious trouble one day.

With a burger and soda in her tray, Zoe takes a seat and pulls out her phone. That Claire girl though, she's sort of inspiring. Adventurous. Not hesitant in taking chances. And you know Zoe, she absolutely loves the thrills of life. Whether it be hunting magical creatures or refining her usually unpredictable magic. The humans tend to have mellow definition of risk taking, in her opinion, but their examples are fun enough in their own way: crossing the speed limit, riding rollercoasters, anything along those lines. The brunette clicks on a familiar contact and begins typing.

ZOE: which color looks good on me

ZOE: don't ask it's for a stupid job thing

DOUX: which job?

ZOE: WHAT PART OF DON'T ASK

ZOE: hex tech, something for employee uniforms

DOUX: i was going to say pink since it brings out your eyes but if it's for uniforms i dunno, light blue?

ZOE: hm interesting

DOUX: you should just work here at the book store it's chill

ZOE: but then i'd have to deal with you

DOUX: now is that really a bad thing?

DOUX: zoe.

Light blue is definitely a no go, Zoe decides. Too much blue dye going around. But pink, hm she could work with that. It's a pretty bold color and it would compliment her eyes as well as her face in general. A win-win for her.

And as for how far she's willing to go? She decides to go all in. No tips, no ombre, just complete bubblegum hair. Of course this takes a few days to gather the guts.

'You can do it Zoe, just go for the bleach,' she thinks to herself. Her hands shake with nervousness and excitement. Frankly, hunting niffins didn't compare to the rush she's feeling right now. She closes her eyes and brings the brush to her hair.

Well, here goes nothing.

She winces as she feels the tingling sensation, but loads of videos have assured that such symptoms were normal. She continues to work at it, using the foil to make sure she doesn't bleach a part of her hair to death. It's long and strenuous, but she knows the results in the few coming weeks would be worth it.

She doesn't have to worry about Douxie finding out thankfully. Turns out these weeks are essential for Merlin's "To-Do" List. Apparently it was to find Camelot?

"The castle he means. Not the actual kingdom. That's been gone for centuries. Anyways, I'll be back once I actually find it. Dunno how I'll do it and it probably will take me and Arch a month or so, haha. Oh! And if my hirers ask you anything, it's a family emergency."

Hm, whatever. A brief thought of Merlin dying his hair neon green amuses her, before she goes back to watching more hair dye videos. They've become a little addicting nowadays. She's amazed at how often people do it. How do they keep their hair so healthy?

It's been four weeks now and Zoe's eyes stare at the pink concoction in her hand. PANTONE 2046 C. This was the shade that stole her heart in the middle of the hair dye aisle. No other color could compare in the slightest. Even the cashier who packaged her order hummed in approval.

"Nice color! Not many go for it, but it'll suit you for sure."

This time her movements are calculated, not clumsy or fear driven like it used to be. One could even say she's getting the hang of this. Her hair over time changes from platinum blonde to a dark matted pink. She lets it sit for a bit, meanwhile focusing on getting the dye out of her hands. This turns out to be harder than she thought and she sighs. Well, maybe another day.

After washing and blow drying her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. The witch staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. As if she were a new person completely. And she liked it.

The blank stare shifts into a grin and she tugs at her own locks. Goddamn. She looks really good.

And well, Douxie's reaction is priceless to say the least.

DOUX: you said to meet up at the museum where are you

DOUX: i swear if you slept in i'll send archie to knock down everything in your apartment

DOUX: ok no i won't but still it's been a month since we last saw each other come on

DOUX: wait a second

DOUX: you're joking

DOUX: IS THAT??? YOU????

DOUX: IN THE PINK

DOUX: oh fuzzbuckets you look stunning

DOUX: Hello this is Archie. You broke Douxie so could you please finish your conversation with whoever it is you're with and come pick him up? Your hair is absolutely lovely by the way.

ZOE: omfg

ZOE: can't take you guys anywhere

The witch smiles at the girls and nods over to a gaping Douxie and his cat before gracefully exiting the conversation. She approaches her friend and pushes his jaw up with her index finger.

"So I'm assuming you're digging the new look hm?" she teases.

"You have no idea," Douxie responds. A pink tint lighter than the shade of her hair blooms across Zoe's face at the expression of adoration in her best friend's eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together, seeing each other grow and change. And this time, it was a really fun and welcome one.

"I might try this again with a different color some time. You wanna join then?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

It's crazy how all of this came from a chaotic, impulsive research project to help a friend. But honestly Zoe wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe Douxie was right. Of all human creations, this one beats pretty much everything else.

#ZoeAppreciationWeek #zoeappreciationweek #here's my entry hehe #enjoy!#toa #tales of arcadia #zoe #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #zouxie #archie #claire #claire nuñez #ophelia #ophelia nuñez

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off!

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“You made it!”

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck.

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!”

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!”

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes. Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces.

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.”

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.”

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.”

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side.

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.”

“Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.”

“But love, it’s her birthday.”

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.”

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out.

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city.

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge.

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?”

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world.

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself.

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse.

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol.

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns.

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form.

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.)

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?”

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!”

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently.

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!”

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted.

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated.

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot.

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush.

Still a baby, you think. Your baby.

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?”

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom.

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow.

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.”

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?”

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.”

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist.

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth.

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.”

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.”

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets.

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips.

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality.

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.”

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back.

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.”

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up.

“Depends on how good you are.”

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage.

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!”

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.”

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—”

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together.

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.”

“You like that I’m nasty.”

“Yeah yeah.”

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows.

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs.

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking.

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun.

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor.

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?”

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye.

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.”

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text.

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #btsghostie #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #btsguild #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #bts fic #bts smut

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annie-mit-ie · 3 years ago

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Glimpses: Part 6 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: The Garden

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello there and sorry for the long wait! I wanted to move even further in the story but since this part already has 2.5k, I felt like it would be okay for me to end it here and continue with a new one tomorrow (that I plan to post within the next 2 days). It’s 2.40am, so, as always, if you find any mistakes - keep them :)

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You stare at you screen, mouth gasping wide open. Other than breathing, you don’t feel like you are capable of doing anything at all. Your phone shuts off again and you see yourself in the reflection of the now black screen, a look of disbelief plastered all across your face.

You look at the picture again and admire the breakfast contents for a short while before laying the phone aside to think of a proper response. People always say that you are supposed to wait for a little while, stay mysterious, seem unavailable. But thats just not who you are. She is thinking about you.

Just last week you had read an article about this phenomena and it being a new, additional love language. „This made me think of you“ is apparently the new way of telling someone you like them. Just as that thought crosses your head, you remember Alex is probably still on her phone right now and you should hit her with the news and figure out a good response together. She picks up the call immediately.

“Sweetheart!“ She greets you with a beaming smile, as always. “What’s up?“

“She texted.“ You say and wait for her response.

“Who?“, god, you can’t with this girl sometimes. Why is she so slow? “KATHRYN. She finally texted me!“ You exclaim in excitement, a little too loud.

Alex looks at you with wide eyes, frowning, as she scrunches up her nose trying to comprehend what you just said. “Oh… Ooooh. OH.“

“Exactly…“, you say and smile about her antics. “What are we gonna do now? You gotta tell me because I certainly don’t know!!“

Alex shakes her head. “Well, first of all, you gotta let me know what exactly she said in her message?“

She was right, you totally forgot, putting her on hold, you take a screenshot and shoot it her way. “It’s actually nothing special but somehow it’s very cute at the same time and I really need us to find the BEST response to that.“

The next few minutes consist of Alex pitching short puns to you, cute phrases and just simple acknowledgements, but nothing seems to fit. Especially since you yourself haven’t decided yet if you wanna start of flirty or not. You end up choosing the safest option and type „This looks beautiful! Hope you enjoy! xx Y/N.“ as a response. You aren’t quite please with it but, at the same time, you don’t wanna rush into things as long as you don’t know what was happening.

For a few minutes, you talk to Alex and ask her about her day and all, until she has to pick up dinner for her people - it’s Thursday after all and Thursday nights are family nights. She hits you with a “Go get her, tiger!“ and laughs at your face before she hangs up the phone.

Not expecting a reply from Kathryn anytime soon, you toss your phone on the sheets and lie down on your back to look at the ceiling that is plastered in those fluorescent stick on glow stars - a childhood sin. Just as you are about to close your eyes, the phone lights up again.

“Thanks :-) Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Lot’s of work related stress. You wanna come over and have a glass of wine in my garden on Saturday.“

Saturday… What was Saturday? You know very well Kathryn has an event going on this Saturday, but maybe you were just wrong. Excited you shoot her a quick response, letting her know it’s all fine and that, of course, you would like to see her again.

Unsure if it is a date or a casual hang out, you decide to already start planning an outfit in your head - just in case it is a date after all - as you walk downstairs to join your mom for lunch.

Saturday morning went by way too slowly as you sort through the possible outfits you came up with. You had yelled at Alex right after having lunch with your mom and the both of you shot outfit ideas back and forth all Friday before you sat down and watched The Goonies with your mom. It’s one of your comfort movies and you were really glad your mom chose it because that meant you didn’t have to concentrate on something new.

She still doesn’t know about the „you and Kathryn“, but not because you don’t trust her enough or anything. No, simply because you don’t know what exactly is happening - so why worry her? The whole situation is weird to talk about with Alex, why would you make it worse by including your mom.

Still, you decided to not lie to her and actually told her that you’ve recently met someone new and you are spending at least Saturday with her. It felt only fair to let her know. Your mother was smart enough not to ask any further questions, though. Maybe she realized that it was still a touchy topic for you - who knows.

You finally decide on what to wear and put on your favorite summer dress. It’s black, flow-y and has sun flowers all over. You don’t really know how long you’ll stay, so you pick out the blazer Kathryn loved last weekend, as well. Sighting, you find your way to the bathroom where you loosely tame your hair and put on some light make up. Just like last time you’re going for casual but not too casual. You look at yourself and smile. This dress really does make you feel beautiful!

A notification chimes through the room - it’s Alex reminding you that it’s about time to go outside so Kathryn’s driver can pick you up. You really didn’t want to have him drive you, but she insisted and since you were invited over for wine anyway, it really didn’t make any sense to take your car in the first place - especially since you’ll have to get home somehow, preferably tonight.

The driver is already there as you leave the house after kissing your mom on the cheek as you passed her on your way through he kitchen. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/LN“, he greets you politely, as you take a seat in the back of the car.

The ride isn’t too long and you swore to yourself you would pay attention where you were going but the nervousness took over and so you’re spending the time on your phone, texting Alex and making sure your make up is okay and your hair is nicely framing your face.

Kathryn’s driver looks at you through the rear mirror: “Your first time over at Kathryn’s, hm?“

You look up and your eyes meet for a short second as you nod. “Don’t be intimidated by her. She is the nicest person I’ve ever worked for. You’re gonna love her.“ If only he knew. It actually makes you feel better, though. You don’t want to admit it, but you are very much intimidated by Kathryn and can’t wait for the first nervousness to wash down once again.

As you drive up to the house, it looks exactly like what you expected it to look like, while, at the same time, it looks completely different. She lives in the Hollywood Hills, but not where all the famous pop stars live. Her house is surrounded by plants. It looks calm, secure even and not at all like an actress lives in it. The yellow walls are welcoming and warm and the lack of modern architecture is balm for your soul.

The driver offers to open the door for you but you decline and, right as you step out of the car, the front door opens. Kathryn looks at you with the happiest face and opens her arms video to wrap you up in a big hug. “Y/N! I’m so glad you made it! Welcome!“

She looks at her driver. “Thank you for bringing her, Peter! I’ll see you later. Agnes will let you know when we have to leave, please take some time to yourself until then.“ Peter nods and starts the engine.

You look at Kathryn. Her eyelashes are highlighted by the slightest hint of mascara while the rest of her face appears to be completely natural. She is so beautiful. You’re close enough to her to be able to tell she is indeed not wearing any make up. Her hair is halfway up, flowing over her shoulders, and she is wearing a beautiful orange blouse, similar to one she had worn in one of her shows before, combined with blue jeans.

Even as you turn around, her lips don't lose their smile and she puts a hand on your lower back as she leads you into the house. You enter a long hallways that leads straight into a beautiful garden, much bigger than what you had expected. In one corner, there is a seating arrangement consisting of a seemingly quite comfortable corner couch and a wooden table. The rest of the garden is open and full of bushes and trees and you can’t even tell where it ends. A wine bottle in an ice bucket is already waiting for you, accompanied by two glasses, one on each side of the couch. “I like your dress, Y/N.“ Your breath hitches since a compliment was the last thing you would’ve expected.

“Thank you!“, you say with a bright smile, as you blush slightly which doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

She winks at you, “Always, hon.“

Right as you are seated and she gets comfortable on the couch after filling your glasses, the door to the garden opens and a woman with long red hair dressed in all black, who is wearing a headset as she is holding a clipboard, walks towards the table. Her hair, loosely braided and tossed over one shoulder, is decorated by a pair of big sunglasses that are sitting on top of her head. She looks stressed as she looks up from her clipboard.

“Kathryn! I am sorry to interrupt, but I just need to let you know stylists are gonna be here in maximum three hours. You have to eat something before that.” Looking at the wine on the table, she adds: “Do you want me to order pizza or anything for you guys?“

You look back and forth between the two of them as you are trying to figure out who that woman is and what exactly they are talking about. Kathryn nods to every word that’s being said, completely focused on the woman. “Yes, Agnes, you’re right. Thank you. Please order the usual, we will share.“

She shoots you a smile. “You trust me?“ You nod eagerly, and you mean it, even though you are quite picky when it comes to food. Agnes looks at you and back to Kathryn before excusing herself with a polite smile. “Three hours, Kathryn, MAX.“

“Oh SHUSH.“, Kathryn laughs wholeheartedly as she picks up her glass of wine, prompting you to pick up yours as well. “Let me say something: I am very glad you accepted today’s invitation and I am sorry it’s gonna be stressful, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great time.“

You look at her confused. “Great… time?“ Obviously you would be having a great time while hanging with Kathryn, but the way she phrases it sounds like something other than sitting in the garden is happening.

“Did I… not tell you?“ Kathryn sets down her drink and scans you with worried eyes.

Your stomach drops for a moment as you shake your head slowly. “Oh silly me! Listen, I have been so busy ever since we’ve met. I got cast for a new movie had to meet with different producers all week and then they told me to attend the awards this weekend, which I thought were only held digitally and I must have totally forgotten to let you know that that was a thing. Agnes and Jennifer do a really good job at organizing things for me, but sometimes“, she taps her head, “this old friend is not doing it anymore.“

She looks really sorry and you have to admit you are very stressed right now and actually you feel like you might panic any moment, but just as you are about to worry too much, she places a hand on your forearm. “I would very much enjoy just spending three hours with you while I enjoy what was supposed to be my day off, but I would also like to take you to these MTV movie awards with me tonight, I you want to tag along.“

You are flashed by the offer and immediately want to say yes, but remember what you are wearing. “But… Kathryn.. I can’t go looking like THIS.“ She looks you up and down, her hand still placed on your arm, and you just know she wants to tell you again that you are beautiful, you can see it in her eyes, in the way she smiles at you. She doesn’t though and that makes you doubt that this could ever be more than just a hangout.

Your thoughts are immediately washed away, as a warm smile is playing around her lips. “Don’t worry about that, dear. After you told me that you are in the middle of your studies and you live alone with your mom, I figured fancy evening wear might not be something that you have currently lying around just like that. So.. we figured something out for you as well.“

She moves her hand over your arm and takes your hand in hers. “You don’t have to come, though, if you don’t feel like it. Don’t worry! I didn’t buy anything. I borrowed them from one of those fancy shops.“ - she didn’t. But you don’t need to know that.

Even though the thought of attending an event like that gives you anxiety, you already know what you want to do and softly squeeze her hand as you nod while a small smile creeps onto your face. “I would love to, Kathryn! Thank you for inviting me.“

It’s time to let go of her hand, but she doesn’t seem like she wants the connection to stop just yet, so, obviously, you don’t end it, either. Instead, you lock eyes with her and stay in position for as long as she allows you to. You don’t know how much time has passed until you catch yourself as your eyes dart down to her lips after she sticked her tongue out for a split second to moisten them.

For a short moment, you feel like Kathryn is getting nervous but this can’t be, can it? To loosen the tension that has built up, you laugh and let go of her hand to grab your drink again. “Let’s raise these glasses to a great night, shall we?“

She joins in and locks eyes with you once again, a sheepish grin on her face, while she slightly raises one of her eyebrows. “Well… I’m certainly glad you’re here with me tonight.“

#Kathryn Hahn #kathryn hahn x reader #Kathryn Hahn fan fiction #Kathryn Hahn x You #groupie #Groupie Au

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cosmoandrory · 3 years ago

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Illusion | Hitoshi Shinsou

part one

《 summary 》 basically she does the nasty with her best friend’s best friend (eventually hehe) who’s a borderline drug addict but hey, he has nice hands

《 warnings 》 fem!reader, mentions of alcohol abuse, heavy cursing, mature content, my dry sense of humor, stoner!shinsou, smoking (don’t smoke kids) only slight gore (if you squint) all characters aged up obviously

‼️MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT I BEG OF YOU‼️

《 word count 》 1.7k or something idk

《 A/N 》 hey guys! so this is my first fic on here and i just wanted to know if you’d rather me use 3rd person or 2nd person. if you prefer the 3rd person over the 2nd person or vise-versa don’t hesitate to let me know because i don’t want to write anything that you guys don’t like :)

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It’s cold.

So cold.

The heater stopped working ages ago yet [name] still found herself complaining. Now she stands in the middle of her small kitchen with a thick blanket hanging from her shoulders, stirring old leftovers while on the phone with her mother who reprimands her for anything she can think of. "I'm not yelling at you, [name] , I'm just saying you need to get over yourself and find a solution" Her mother lectures.

She lightly slams her spatula on the counter before countering. "Mom, I've already got this whole situation under control. We agreed that I would keep the lease and he would move out but he keeps showing up here. That's why I'm mad."

Her mother lets out a deep sigh and she swears she could hear her rubbing her temples.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this shit with you anymore. Just stay out of trouble, yeah?" She says, before hanging up abruptly. [name] rolls her eyes.

"Bitch" she mutters, even though no one was around to hear her.

It was a rainy morning in Musutafu, like any other day for the past few months. [name] thinks maybe the rain is what's making her feel so blue. It's dumb when she thinks about it, but it is plausible. At 21 years old she's already seen more shit than some people twice her age will ever see, so she's willing to believe in anything.

In the midst of her watching the raindrop olympics on her window, she felt her phone buzz. She fished it out of her robe pocket and caught a glimpse of her appearance in the screen reflection, which made her jump back a little bit but she opened her phone anyway. She was greeted by the notification banner at the top of the screen which read out:

hey this is denki! just making sure you're still coming to my party later ;)

"Shit" she cursed. She totally forgot about Denki and his antics. Well, maybe she didn't totally forget. Denki was...special to say the least. He was a raging extrovert, while [name] herself was on the brooding side of the spectrum, so Kaminari was a little too much for her to handle. She quickly stood up from her spot on the couch and groaned when the blood rushed to her head, before making her way to the kitchen to check on the leftovers.

Burnt. And they had an awful smell.

"Great" She sighed, moving her bangs out of her face as she stared down at the mess. Just one more thing to add to her already shitty mood.

Maybe she should just text Kami and tell him she couldn't make it. But then what kind of friend would she be by doing that? He stuck by her side throughout high school when she went through that hideous emo phase with bright green highlights and bleached eyebrows. It's gross when she looks back, but she's thankful that Denki never judged her. Ultimately, for some god forsaken reason, she decided to reply to his message;

fine, bastard. but if i smell any trace of alcohol or pot i'm leaving and we're not friends anymore.

Oh god.

She can't believe she just did that.

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Denki nearly jumped when he felt his phone lightly buzz in his pocket. "HMMM" he hummed when he saw [name] at the top of the display. "Guys, [name’s] coming later!" He slurred out. It wasn't meant to be a slur but that was the fault of the banana yogurt he was currently inhaling. He's had at least 4 in the past hour.

"I'll hand it to you, fatass" Kirishima came up behind Denki's chair to tap his shoulder, "I didn't think you'd get her to agree"

"Hm i know" He gestures towards Kirishima with the spoon in hand, flinging yogurt at the wall. "She used to dig parties. Makes me wonder why she stopped."

"Maybe she just hates you, Kami" Sero chuckles without looking up from his phone, Todoroki seeming engrossed as well. Denki sends a glare in his direction before diving back into his yogurt. There's no way she could hate him. Call him conceited but she should be thankful that he stuck with her messy ass in high school. "I actually think it might be that ex of hers that turned her off parties. She met him at one remember?" Mina mentions while shifting closer to Jirou. "Oh yeah I hated that guy." Jirou exclaims. "He was messy as hell. And we could all tell he was a bastard before she could." She lightly shakes her head before leaning back into the couch.

All of a sudden, the sound of a door swinging open echoes through the house. Shinsou emerges with bed hair and puffy cheeks. "Ayy looks like brother bear finally came out of hibernating." Sero jokes. Shinsou gives him a sarcastic smile and smacks the black haired boy across the back of his head. "I don't find you funny," He retorts softly before grabbing one of Kaminari’s yogurts that he was stashing by his chair.

"Hey I was gonna eat that you ass!"

"Dude, you're fat. You've had at least 8 of these already." Upon seeing Denki’s hurt expression, Jirou glares at Hitoshi before lightly hitting him on his shoulder. "Don't talk to my boyfriend like that."

"Right.." Shinsou starts, "Anyways I heard chatter through the walls. Who are we talking about?" He questions while practically falling into his spot on the large couch. Mina gets up from her previous spot with Jirou and goes to steal another yogurt from Kaminari. He says nothing this time.

"We were talking about sparky's stupid party and how he managed to drag [name] into it" Bakugo reappears from the kitchen, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame. The 7 people in the room nod in agreement. "Who's [name]?" Hitoshi interrupts. There's somewhat uncomfortable silence after that.

"You don't know [name]?" Denki asks his friend. Hitoshi tentatively shakes his head while giving the former a side eye, as if to say 'am I supposed to know who she is?'

"Dude, she's been one of my best friends since like middle school"

"Wait, Denki you had friends?" Todoroki interjects. Abrupt laughter fills the room at his underrated humor. An angry Denki grabs a blue throw pillow from under Sero's butt and tries to throw it at Todoroki, only to end up missing him entirely and hitting an unsuspecting Bakugo. "Sparky you fuckin’ dumbass!" He shouted as he caught the pillow before it hit the ground and charged towards the blonde. "Wait no I'm sorry don't kill me!" Denki pleaded as flung his hands and waved them in front of Bakugo to deter him. He kicked his foot out of reflex and accidentally kicked Bakugo in the balls, which sent him stumbling backwards before he hit is head on the corner of the coffee table.

The room went silent. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Uh, is he okay?" Mina spoke up first, the other members seemed to be very captivated by the yogurt stained walls. "He's fine loo—OH MY GOD!" Kaminari stood up to inspect Katsuki’s head and saw the waterfall of blood trickling from the back of his head. His eyes widened in horror.

“Soooo...is the party off or..?” Sero trails

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“You’re kidding.”

“Unfortunately, no. Kacchan’s really in the hospital this time.”

[name] pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She just finished cleaning up her kitchen from her failed breakfast mess. That was like the most work she’s done in 5 years. “And, how did this happen? It better not be something stupid.”

“So uh...are you a fan of bad news?” She heard her best friend sigh out. Of course it was something stupid, she doesn’t even know why she asked. Denki, that fucker. He always did stuff like this; from the time he “accidentally” spilled hot coffee all over her white shirt before an important job interview, and when he iced her birthday cake with lard, but the worst thing he ever “accidentally” did was fall in love with her. He wasn’t one for the chase, he usually just confessed his feelings from the get-go but this time it took a while. Probably because he knew she’d say no, which she did of course, but Denki was thankful nonetheless because that might’ve been what made him realize he was into Jirou.

“I’m on my way, you idiot” she practically spat into the phone, before ending the call. She then threw on a plain white t-shirt and a random pair of jeans to go with her coral colored cardigan alliteration queen and yanked the keys to her old toyota camry—that she could barely afford—off the key ring and dropped them into her coat pocket.

Once she set foot in her car, the overwhelming stench of old coffee wafted through the entire vehicle and she stood out with her hands on her hips as she waited for the smell to air out in the cold parking garage. Just then, she felt her phone vibrate and heard the massively overplayed ringtone from her pocket again. Thankfully it was just a text this time.

are you on your way? it read out.

that’s weird. She thought. I already told him i was coming...

Confused, she checked the contact ID but instead of seeing Denki’s name (poo poo 💩) she was met with some random number. Thinking it was just a wrong number, she ignored it and ducked into her janky car, groaning when she hit her head on the roof of the car door.

With a deep breath she inserted the key into the ignition and hummed along with her car, before chucking her phone into the back seat instead of where it’s supposed to go, but then changing her mind opting to put it in the cup holder. She maneuvered her way out of the garage and into the streets, careful not to roll over a curb again. That was a disaster. The faint noise of the radio could be heard, however she hated that thing and she usually turned it all the way down so she couldn’t hear the shitty music they were always playing. She was a hard rock fan (totally not author insert hehe) and in her opinion, music has gone severely downhill since Cobain’s suicide.

Bzz Bzz she heard from her phone’s new spot in the crusty cup holder. “Geez what?” she frustratingly mumbled to herself. Denki was always annoying, sure, but not like this, she thought. Reluctantly, she grabbed her phone with one hand while the other was still gripping the wheel and thumbed the green answer icon.

“Denki you moron I told you I’m on my way so stop calling me or I’m turning this hunk of junk around”

“Woah there, that’s not very nice now, you Denki’s lackey?” The mysterious voice on the other end speaks up.

“The fuck are you? And no I’m not his ‘lackey’ I’m his friend…surely you’ve heard of me”

“Hmm not sure, remind me of your name again?” He responds curtly.

[name] scoffs in disbelief. “So you’re Denki’s personal receptionist? Sorry I didn’t schedule an appointment my dear sir, my friends in the hospital it’s kind of urgent”

“Name, sweetie” He chirps.

“You suck, why would I tell you my name after that? Fuckin freak”

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“It’s [name], now stop calling me I’m coming soon.”

With that being said she hung up and put her phone back into the cup holder. What a creep. She thought. Despite that whole train wreck interaction, she was kind of excited to meet this mysterious friend of Denki’s…

…especially since his voice sounded so hot.

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aaaaaaaannnnnddddd that’s a wrap! for now at least hehehehe. this is basically just me writing as much as i could without getting frustrated and i’m just gonna put it out now to avoid reading it over and hating myself for it later 😁

thanks so much for reading though!! if you made it this far i love you all so so much! make sure to go get some water if you haven’t already and have a good rest of your day (or night) :)))

-rory <3

#bnha writing #bnha x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsoubnha #shinsou headcanons #bnha au #denki kaminari #hanta sero #bakugou katsuki

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starryevermore · 4 years ago

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study break ✧ colby brock

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

request: Okay, cool! �� then i would like to request a Colby imagine where the reader is at the trap house for holidays and she studies in Colby's room, and he makes sure she takes breaks and is all gentle with her if that makes sense? Some fluff is needed. You can add in other detailes yourself 🖤

summary: colby does everything in his power to make sure your stay at the trap house is as relaxing and stress-free as possible.

word count: 648

warnings?: school-related stress, colby is the ultimate simp as always

note: one day. one day I will get a fluffy fic to hit 1k words. today is not that day. gif is my own. if you want to request I write anything, you can do so: here.

Colby had made it his mission to make your stay at the trap house as amazing as possible. Which, in a word, was difficult, given the craziness the boys got up to. Add in the fact that you still needed to study, which required quietness, was, well, asking a lot. But the man who rarely chose violence was ready to go to bat to ensure that you were as uncomfortable as possible.

Which started with your choice of study locations. The best, and really only, choice was Colby’s bedroom. It was big enough that you could move around when you needed to get away from your studying for a few seconds, while also being far enough away from the rest of the house that wouldn’t be too disturbed by his roommates’ actions. For the most part, you studied on his big, comfy couch but on nice days, you would move out to the balcony, flipping through your textbooks and highlighting like a maniac while Colby worked on crafting his notorious balcony tweets.

The harder part was making sure you took care of yourself. You often got so lost in the words that you were trying to stuff into your brain that you forgot the most important thing: yourself. Often, Colby would take note of you freezing and practically pull one of his hoodies on you. Or he would hear the quiet grumbling of your tummy and order your favorite food for you. Or, when he could tell that your anxiety was getting the worst of you, he’d gently pull you off the couch, wrap your arms around his neck, and sway side to side, pretending that you were Beauty and the Beast, dancing in some grand ballroom in a world where fairytales were real.

But he did it all without complaint. He did it all without you ever asking him to do so. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. Their needs become your own, and you do everything in your power to bring some form of joy to their lives. A couple is a team, and no team can work well unless they’re working together.

One particular evening, when Colby noticed your labored breathing before you could, he pulled you from the couch and immediately begun to spin you around like the princess that you were. He pulled you close, holding you as though you were the finest diamond in the world, and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him with soft eyes.

“But I want to.”

You frowned. “I just don’t want you to think you have to do any of this. If you’d rather go hang out with Sam or Jake or something, you can. You don’t have to stick around and watch me cry over dead academics all day, every day.”

Colby snorted. “Well, I gotta make sure these dead academics aren’t trying to make a move on my girl.”

“Colby, I’m serious!” But you were laughing, smiling, looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“Baby, I promise that I wanna be here with you. I can see my friends any day, but it’s not every day that I have the love of my life with me for this long.”

You smiled a big, toothy grin. “You’re too kind to me.”

“And you deserve every ounce of it,” he said, leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips.

“What would I ever do if I didn’t have you?” you pondered.

“You’d be fine, but I’d be crying like a baby,” he said.

“And what makes you think I won’t be crying? I won’t have my man to pull me out of the pits of despair.”

“Then I suppose we’ll just have to never let each other go.”

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Love One: the love that looks right

Summary: Ushijima has been your neighbor and best friend for most of your life, so it's no surprise that you two end up being each other's first relationship. But can a relationship that's label as perfect from the beginning, that's seen as being 'The One', can it last?

Parings: Ushijima x Reader

Word Count: 4916

Warnings: Fluff? Light angst.

Rating: 16+

A/N: This series is based on an article that talks about how in live, most of us experience three types of love. I’ll link the article in the series master post for anyone who wants to read it!

2000 – 6 years old

“Toshi! Toshi!” You ran down the steps in front of your house, skipping across the yard and into the neighboring yard, continuing to shout out of the young boy. You found him, watering can in hand, inspecting some plant whose name you can’t remember even though he’s told you several times.

A smirk appeared as you slowed your pace, creeping up behind him before you jumped onto his back, yelling his name a bit too loudly and too close to his ear. He gasped, water spilled everywhere as the can fell, and before he could balance his footing, you fell off his back, landing directly on his plant.

“Oops, sorry Toshi.” You took the hand that he offered, fixed your eyes on the tips of your shoes, tears pooled in your eyes. “It was an accident. Promise.”

He didn’t say anything, gentle hands tried to get the plant to stand, but the broken stem caused it to just fall back onto the soil. His face remained stoic and you couldn’t help but feel terrible, waiting for him to get mad at you. But he didn’t, he just stared at the broken plant, small hands tightly gripped the watering can handle.

He finally looked over at you, tears fell down your cheeks as you stood there, trembling.

He looked around until bright yellow and blue caught your eye, walking to the other side of the yard he picked up the volleyball, turning towards you. “Let’s play.”

A huge smile tugged at your lips before you eagerly agreed, running over towards him, this time just throwing your arms around him. Even though you do most of the talking and he’s usually just going along with one of your various demands, Wakatoshi always seemed to know how to make you feel better. After all, you had both promised to be best friends forever.

* * 2010– 16 years old

You let out a sigh, tugging at the purple tie around your neck before glancing out the window. For some reason that day just won’t end, each minute creeping by at a snail-pace, but the blur of green catches your eye. You watch at Ushijima walks through the courtyard, carrying some large box for a teacher who seems to be repeatedly thanking him and you can’t help but smile.

The Ushijimas have been in your life since before you were even born, both of your dads had attended Shiratorizawa Academy back in the day and never really lost contact, even when Utsui moved overseas. Unlike Ushijima, you have a younger brother who’s five years younger than you, but most days the two of you would be found together, usually with either him suggesting volleyball or him just dragging his feet to follow after whatever you wanted to do.

The bell finally rings, signaling the lunch break and you eagerly pack up your books before grabbing your bag and heading out to the courtyard. At first you were worried about school, wondering how you’d be able to fit in, but you ended up going to the same schools with Ushijima and even if you’d only get a small head nod, you still knew he was there. The downside was the amounts of classmates that would try to use you to get close to him, those confessing their crushes for him to you in hopes you’d spread it along with a good word. Not to mention the lack of confessions you’d receive due to the intimidating aura that surrounded Ushijima and the well-known fact you two were close.

“Y/N!” Your best friend, Ren, smiles as she waves you over to your usual table. Ren is one of the only girls who hadn’t tried to get you to talk them up to Ushijima, her sight is set on Yamagata Hayato.

“You okay? You look tired.” Tensei asks, sitting across from you, unscrewing the bottle of juice in his hand.

“The day just feels like it’s dragging for some reason.” You let out a small yawn, excusing yourself as you start to eat the lunch you packed.

“Are you—” Ren starts before she’s interrupted, a random second year coming up to your table.

“Hey, L/N-san,” she starts, “is Ushijima seeing anyone?”

You want to roll your eyes, to let out an agitated sigh and tell her to just leave, but you don’t because it’s not entirely her fault that you get asked this frequently. You couldn’t blame her, he was easy on the eyes, but it didn’t stop part of you from getting a tad bit jealous.

“He’s actually in a committed relationship with Mizuna.” Tensei says, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Or was it Misaka?” Ren teasingly add, watching the second year cross her arms as she storms off.

“You two are trouble.” You laugh, taking a bit of the sandwich you brought, “what are you gonna do when she figures out they are sporting brands?”

“I doubt it. She’ll probably spend the rest of the term trying to figure out which year and class they are in.”

You just shake your head, completely entertained by that idea, mentally noting to use that next time someone asked you about Ushijima’s relationship status. Ren and Tensei are talking about something, but your focus shifts to Ushijima as you see him and Tendou walking through the courtyard, missing the smirk that your two friends share.

“Y/N,” you snap your attention to Ren, “speaking of Ushijima, when are you two going to date?”

It feels like the wind has been knocked out of you, but when you try to breathe in, it’s an icy sensation like winter air. The topic has come up before, several times in fact, but why did this time feel different? You feel your cheeks heat up when Ushijima makes eye contact, he throws up a hand, the closest anyone gets to a wave from him.

“You guys would make a good couple.” Tensei adds, getting an encouraging nod from Ren.

“We’re just friends.” You wave them both off, hoping they’d let it go.

Ren shrugs, “I don’t know. He looks at you differently than everyone else.”

You feel your heart start to thump against your chest, the heat from your cheeks rising to your ears and all you can hear is your racing heart. Did he? Was there a chance that maybe he felt the same way you had? It didn’t take a genius to see that he’s handsome or that even if he’s not the brightest academically, he makes up for it with his athletics.

It never bothered you when you had to help him study, in fact you preferred it because the little crease he got between his eyebrows when he was determined to get something, it was one of your favorite sights. You just never bothered to voice those feelings, hoping that maybe it would help things hurt less when he started dating someone else.

** “Y/N~”

“Tendou!” You jump up from the spot you’ve been sitting outside the gym, wrapping the middle blocker into a hug.

“Have you been out here the whole time? It’s cold, Y/N!”

You give him a sheepish smile, “I forgot my jacket and was waiting for Toshi.”

Tendou shakes his head before tightening his hug around you, he’s warm and you try to soak up the heat. “Ushijima, give me your jacket.” “You have yours on, why do you need mine?” “Just hand it here.” Tendou leans his head backwards to see Ushijima, “please~”

Unfazed, the wing spiker slips out of his jacket, handing it over. Tendou takes it and drapes it over your shoulders, it practically swallows your smaller frame.

“Thanks,” you mumble, basking in the warmth the oversized jacket brings you, your nose burying into the collar as you take in Wakatoshi’s scent. Your eyes widen when you realize what you’re doing, the heat you felt at lunch covering your face again.

“Y/N?” The tall olive-brown haired boy calls out to you and you slowly peak around Tendou, who has a mischievous grin on his face.

“Hey there, Toshi!” You grip the strap of your bag a bit tighter.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, I’d have given you my jacket before practice.” There’s a flicker of concern in his eyes as he walks closer to you.

“I was fine, really.” You smile up at him before Tendou announces his departure leaving just the two of you. It’s not an uncommon situation, you grew up together but for some reason ever since lunch, just the topic of Ushijima leaves you a mess. Ren’s comment from lunch running through your mind repeatedly.

He looks at you differently than everyone else.

“Ren said we should date.” You tell him, laughing as you recall the conversation. The walk to your dorms is rather peaceful, the two of you exchanging highlights of your day, er well more of you talking about everything that happened while Ushijima listens.

“Okay.”

“Hm?”

“Let’s date then.” Ushijima says matter-of-factly, before he leaves you standing in front of your dorm, dazed and confused, as he heads towards his.

** Your eyes are closed, sleep still weighing them down as you sling your bag over your shoulder, opening the door of your room to head out. But you stop abruptly when you feel yourself run into something, or rather someone and looking up confirms it’s Toshi.

“Uh—” You’re at a loss for what to say, this wasn’t something that happened…ever. Sure, you’d both would sometimes hang out in each other’s rooms, but he never just showed up to yours first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, Y/N.” His voice is his usual even tone which confuses you even more because Ushijima didn’t do anything without a reason, everything had purpose.

“Toshi?” He raises an eyebrow at your question, “don’t take this the wrong way, but uhm, why are you here?”

“Tendou said people in relationships do things like walking to classes and such together. Should I not have come?”

For the first time in 10 years, Ushijima looks unsure and even a bit nervous which is new to you. He’s always put together on the court and at school that it’s almost refreshing to know this was as nerve-wracking for him as it is you.

“I like that you came.” You smile up to him, closing your door before you both begin walking down the hallway. The warmth his hand brings yours causes your heart to thump against your ribs, his larger hand embracing yours. “Tendou tell you about that too?” “No, I figured this out on my own.” He clears his throat, looking away from you but slow enough for you to catch the faint blush under his eyes.

** A month had passed since you and Toshi started dating before you had been able to go home and tell both sets of parents. You felt that a phone call would’ve sufficed, if you were honest, Toshi’s mom scared you a bit, but he persuaded you that in person was better.

The first half of the dinner is awkward, the atmosphere feels heavy around you as you engage in simple small talk about your studies and clubs, luckily for you Toshi had lots to say about volleyball and took over the conversation.

“Anything new in your lives?” Toshi’s mom gave you a look and you could’ve swore that she already knew.

“Actually, Y/N and I are dating.” Toshi’s tone is flat and even, throwing you off on how he just continues eating after dropping such a bomb. It wasn’t lost on you that his family still has traditional views and part of you wonders if you’re good enough to fill the spot at his side. A comforting hand is placed on your thigh, as if he’s read your mind and you smile to yourself.

“That’s wonderful news.” His mother smiles, turning to yours before they start discussing officially announcing the relationship (whatever that meant) and how it was about time the two of you got together. Listening to them going on and on about things made a lot of your worries fade away, it was a relief that they both were so onboard with the relationship.

* * 2011 – 17 years old

It’s been a year since you started dating Ushijima and it’s been a lot different that you thought it would be, not that you thought about it that much. And while things didn’t seem to change all that much, they changed completely. You weren’t just two friends walking to classes, but a couple. You weren’t just watching his matches like a childhood friend, but as a supportive partner.

When you had thought of dating, of being in a relationship, there was always the anticipation of getting to know your partner, but with Ushijima, you don’t get that. With Ushijima, it’s just seeing what you’re always known within a different light, but somehow that makes you feel like he’s ‘The One’ because how romantic is it to fall in love with the one who has been by your side for as long as you can remember? Even with the deep level of comfort you two share, your face still heats up when he reaches down to grab your hand, when he leans to kiss you goodnight and even when someone refers to him as your boyfriend.

* * “SHIIIIRATORIZAWA!!”

The beatings of drums and cheers of support fill the gymnasium, your voice getting hoarse from chanting as loudly as you can. For as long as you can remember, you attended Toshi’s volleyball games and somewhere during one of the games you found yourself truly loving the sport. Nothing really changed now that you were dating, other than the fact you seemed your swell up with even more pride when he hit spike or made a service ace and you were also seen sporting one of his spare athletic jackets with a simple purple shirt.

There was just something special about seeing the person you love doing something they’re so passionate about that make it impossible to not smile the whole time you’re watching them.

“You two are the cutest couple!”

“Oh, thank you.” Even after a year, you still weren’t used to people commenting on your relationship, mostly because no other relationship was talked about as much as yours.

“Talk about a perfect match!”

Another classmate seems to appear out of nowhere, adding the other comments, “I’m so jealous!”

You try to drown out their conversation, not wanting to hear about their surface deep comments, but you can’t. Standing up you look at the court one more time, Ushijima clearly in his element, a few points away from taking not just the set, but the match. Then, for the first time since you started attending his matches, you left the game early.

** “So, Y/N, when’s the wedding?” Ren jokes, getting a glare from Tensei who wants to get back to the focus of their gathering: studying for their upcoming math exam.

“What?” There’s a lot more panic in your voice that you intended and you can’t help but feel your face burn with embarrassment. You grab your math textbook, trying to hide your face before either of them sees, but of course they do.

“You and Toshi, are you planning to get married out of high school? Or waiting until after college?”

“Clearly Y/N wants to get back to studying. You remember, the whole reason we are here?” Tensei side eyes Ren before shaking his head. The two start to bicker back and forth, arguing about if breaks are really needed during studying or if they just cause unnecessary distractions that derail the whole point.

Your thoughts have you far from their debate and more so on what Ren asked. Marriage, it wasn’t like you didn’t think about it happening…eventually. But lately the whole concept, even the word alone has you on edge.

Back when you first started dating, you two were quick to share the news with your families and while you had a feeling they assumed this would happen eventually, they still seemed thrilled. Part of you could barely contain your happiness that your relationship had been accepted so quickly, knowing from movies and books you’ve read, not all relationships get family support. Another part of you was filled with a sinking feeling, a fear that eventually as your relationship grew and matured, the expectations from your families would increase, and they were doing just that.

Just a few weeks ago, you heard both of your mothers talking about it between themselves, seemingly making plans without any consideration of you or Toshi’s feelings. After that it left you wondering about your future and how your plans would fit into the heavy expectations the Ushijimas seemed to already have. Remembering the almost pitying laugh Toshi’s mother had given when you mentioned going to college and how she was quick to remind you that someone had to be the stay-at-home parent with children and Toshi couldn’t since he had a promising future in volleyball.

** “Happy birthday, Y/N!” Ren, Tensei and Tendou shout at you, crossing the courtyard to get closer to the table you were sitting at. Embarrassment crept across your skin, feeling like everyone’s eyes were suddenly on you, something you hated.

“Thanks.” You give them all a tight ‘please never do that again’ smile which just makes them laugh.

“Y/N.”

The voice causes you to quickly turn and you see Toshi standing there, a slightly obnoxiously large bouquet in his hand and you wish you hadn’t felt so embarrassed over your friends because now you definitely knew people were looking.

It had been a while since you and Toshi had gotten together for more than ten minutes, his schedule had gotten busier, you couldn’t remember when he was ever this busy before. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he remembered your birthday and gotten you something.

“Toshi!” You throw your arms around him, smiling even more when he tells you happy birthday, loud enough for just you to hear.

Comments about how cute you two were, how great a relationship you had start to fill the courtyard and while you usually get sick of hearing it, it reminded you that you didn’t have much to complain about. Sure, Toshi’s schedule seemed to get busier every day, but he still carved time out for you and that’s what really mattered.

* * 2012 – 18 years old

You look up and towards the door when you hear the bell ring, hoping that it’s Toshi. The two of you agreed to meet up at a café before seeing a movie, he was running a bit late because he had a meeting with Coach Washijō. A deep sigh leaves you as you realize that it’s not Toshi and instead you are still alone.

DING!

Toshi: Coach Washijō wants me to meet with some alumni players. (12:31PM) Toshi: I can’t make it today. (12:32PM)

You should’ve seen it coming, honestly. He has always been a force in the volleyball circuit, but with graduation coming up and professional scouters about, he seems to be in even more demand. You are proud of him, proud of all he’s accomplished, but as his partner, you felt like you were just getting the short end of the stick most of the time.

** “I’m all yours today, I promise.” Toshi says, standing at your room door, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.

You can’t help but smile, you’re still upset about yesterday, but you know he’s trying and that the small amount of free time he actually gets, he spends with you. You step aside and let him in and he takes a seat in your desk chair, even after years of being friends and almost two years of dating, he refuses to just sit on your bed. He really could be a huge dork sometimes.

“Did you have something in mind?” You wrap your blanket back around you, originally planning to spend your free Sunday catching up on shows you missed.

“Anything you want to do, I owe you.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you jump up, rushing into the bathroom. “Face masks!”

He nods, “whatever you want.”

** You look over at your calendar that’s hanging on the wall, today’s date is circled and you feel a little silly for being so upset. Today marks two years with Toshi, but for what felt like the hundredth time this month, you were in your room alone. He had sent flowers and a small gift, of course, he never missed sending something on anniversaries, birthdays or other holidays, but coming second to volleyball was getting old.

The part of you that is petty wants to think Coach Washijō is doing it on purpose, but what did you think would happen when dating one of the top 3 aces in Japan? Still, you just thought this time could be different. Then you were hit with an overwhelming feeling that this would be your life. At least your life if you ended up staying with Toshi. He would go pro, you knew that and with his family’s traditional ways, you’d end up staying at home with children your mothers had envisioned for you, not bothering to ask either of you what you wanted.

Waiting, that’s what their future held for you, just waiting for him to come home. And just like yesterday and today, every day would just feel the same.

Did you want that?

There was nothing wrong with those who wanted that life, but it wasn’t ever what you thought yours would be. You wanted to go to a good university, to join the career field you dreamed of and definitely saw traveling in that future.

What’s worse that the feeling of a bleak future is knowing if you told Toshi, he’d do anything he could to fix it. And what’s worse that that is the feeling that while you love him so much you could feel it deep in your bones, a future without him was more desirable that one with him.

How could a relationship that seemed so perfect to everyone around you, feel so wrong to those in it?

** “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

Finals were just around the corner and Toshi had thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to visit home, not to mention being at home meant less volleyball obligations and more time he could spend with you.

“I don’t think things are going to work out with Toshi.”

The room stilled, though you’re sure if it had been a movie scene, the glass vase in her hands would’ve shattered as it hit the ground.

Yesterday when you two got home, both your parents had been acting strange, so happy that it was like they were floating. It wasn’t until later in the night when you met up with Toshi for a walk that he told you his mother mentioned you two getting engaged, dropping not subtle hints of a post-graduation proposal.

The ground fell from beneath you, all the air in your lungs being sucked out, the only thing saving you was how Toshi told you that he didn’t agree with her plans. That you two should be the ones discussing it, not your parents and that his focus on volleyball blurred out things like proposals and weddings. Even with those words, you still knew how hard it would be for family-oriented Wakatoshi to go against his family; the thought of how different he would be if his dad had raised him crossed your mind.

“Whatever the problem is, I’m sure you can fix it.”

You snort, how cliché for her to blame you. “I just don’t know if our futures line up. We both want such different lives.’

She finally turns to face you, her jaw clenched, “nonsense, you two are perfect together.”

Perfect.

That word has long been on a list of words you hate, one you are tired of hearing, sick of being called that when you know it was far from true. By definition, it means having desirable qualities or characteristic, something that was as good as it could possibly. If you tried hard enough to see your relationship from an outsider’s perspective, maybe after you squint hard enough you could see it. Could understand why perfect was used, how great things looked. You had a boyfriend who would try to move the sun for you if you asked, one who did his best to be there for you and see every chance he got, on the surface level you really had nothing to complain about.

But on the inside, you were two ships passing in opposite directions. Maybe it was true that some relationships are just too good to be true, that some people are better as just friends, that some friendships can’t last when changed to a relationship.

** “Y/N~”

You look over to see Tendou practically skipping towards you, a smile on his face while he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Tendou!”

“What’s wrong?” He lets go of, taking the empty seat beside you. You had been sitting on a bench, hoping some fresh air could clear your head. It was just a few days until graduation and the looming expectations of both families started weighing down more, plus Toshi was even more busy with volleyball since word got out that he had gotten a few offers already, so you didn’t have anyone to really talk to about it.

“Nothing. Just tired.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you know Tendou doesn’t believe you. He had an uncanny ability to pick up on things like that.

“Tell me, Y/N.”

That’s all it took for you to finally break, the mix of the gently words and his soft tone. He listened as you tell him about Toshi’s traditional family (most of which he already knows) and the over the top expectations both your families seem to have.

How a future together seems more like a nightmare than a dream come true but not because you don’t love him, maybe because you love him too much. Love him so much that you don’t want him pushed into some life just or being with you. And by the time you finish up by telling him how it’s been hurting you to hold everything in, not wanting to burden Toshi, you are in tears.

** “Can we talk, Y/N?”

You nod, biting on the inside of your cheek. Graduation had been a week ago and since coming home, your parents (namely mother) had been discussing wedding plans and wondering just when Toshi would pop the questions, so it’s no surprise when they light up when seeing it’s him at the door.

He takes your hand, gently squeezing when he feels you flinch, the notion instantly calming you. He motions for you to sit on a bench in the nearby park that you’ve been walking towards, but when he sighs, you start to worry.

“I spoke to Tendou a few days ago and he helped me understand a few things.” “Toshi, I—”

He holds up a hand, “please let me talk first.”

You nod, noting a small crack in his voice as he squats in front of you, taking your hands.

“My life has always been volleyball, it’s what I’m good at and I know that being a boyfriend isn’t something I’m good at. But even with that, you still carried our relationship even when you stopped being happy.” He keeps his eyes focused on your hands, leaving you to look at the top of his head. “Now It’s time for me to take the burden from you and I’m okay with being the bad guy if it means that you’ll smile like you used to. So, Y/N, will you break up with me?”

You burst into laughter and tear, knowing that he must’ve been given that words from Tendou and practiced them ‘because it didn’t sound like him. “Our parents are going to be disappointed.” He shrugs, “I’ll blame volleyball.”

You wipe the tears from your cheeks, the sleeve of your sweater gets a bit damp. “It hurts because I love you so much.”

He grabs your wrists, tugging you into his chest, the calming scent of his body wash soothes you. “I love you too.”

“Is it selfish to ask if we can still be friends?” You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, fresh tears pricking your eyes. How was it fair that two people who love each other so deeply, just weren’t meant to be? You didn’t have a breakup to compare this one too, but you didn’t think anything else could ever hurt this much.

“I believe someone declared we’d be friends forever. I might have been a bad boyfriend, but I think I’m a good friend.”

Smiling, you look at him, he wipes the tears away with his thumb, his hand cupping your cheek. “I don’t think you were a bad boyfriend, just a busy one.” “You were a perfect girlfriend.” He stands up, pulling you to your feet as well.

“I can still come to your games, right? Having an ex wouldn’t be too weird?” “No. I’ll always need my number one fan.”

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