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teasty · 4 years ago

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hold on tight || b.c (m)

"hi! can you write something about streetracer!chan x f reader where things got heated up 🥺🥺 i really like your works by the way, kiss yourself really is one of my jisung’s fav fic !!" - anon

a/n: holyashjdljzhldsa just the thought of streetracer!chan makes me... omg i don’t even KNOW, i'd actually go crazy... and omg tysm! that means so much to me :,( and you're gonna have to excuse me since there's so many things heated could mean i'm just gonna make it angsty and smutty,, also kinda went off for a fluffy ending because it's bang chan, the christiano bangnaldo, how can i not???

● pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader

● genre: a lil bit of fluff at the beginning | angst | smut (mdi!)

● requested? yes!

● words: 8.7k

→ summary:

You’ve never known about your boyfriend’s secret and very illegal job, if you could even call it that.

"Shut up, buckle up and hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be one hell of a night for us, darling."

It’s a cold, rainy night. You’re waiting comfortably on the couch, sitting there wrapped up in one of Chan’s blankets, waiting ever so patiently for his return. He’s not usually out this late, neither did his job usually end this late. Your mind was getting the worst kinds of ideas as you held your phone in your hand, more worry than anger coming over you. You couldn’t be mad at him, really, you were just worried something happened to him, since he wasn’t picking up your calls or even looking at your texts.

It’s around midnight, and you swore you wouldn’t sleep until you watched Chan, in all his glory, walk through the front door of your guys’s shared apartment. You’ve been dating Chan for years, ever since high school. And, now, even after graduating college and finding a stable job and apartment, Chan still tended to keep things from you. It was a bad habit of his, yes, but you couldn’t really be too mad at him for it. Besides, you’ll be able to help him out of that habit. Once he comes back, at least.

To wait, you decided to watch a bit of television to let your mind wander from the thought of something bad happening to Chan. Of course, the subtle thought of him cheating crossed your mind a few times, but Chan’s only ever been the most loyal and dedicated boyfriend, even past his pretty hard shell. He acts pretty tough sometimes, but you know that he’s just a little bit insecure about himself on the inside. Which, to you, is completely normal. Everyone’s at least a little bit insecure. You couldn’t blame him for that.

Getting with Chan was actually very difficult at first. You both had a rocky start before you started dating, since Chan was kind of like the cliche popular bad boy, and you were the snarky book nerd. You both started off arguing and bickering about everything. But, when you both got closer and closer, you began to see a softer, kinder side to him. And, like magic, you two started dating. You don’t really remember how it happened. It might’ve been just Chan saying, “Wanna date me?” or something like that just ‘cause it’s simple. However, getting it past your parents about your relationship with Chan was the most difficult in the world. They did not approve of him whatsoever. Even today, they’re still cautious of him even though Chan’s already proven his loyalty to you and swore to your parents that he’d never lay an aggressive finger on you.

You’re parents didn’t really like him because of his choice of outfits and friends, which was a stupid way to judge somebody in your opinion. So, no matter how many times they tried to break things off or distance you from Chan, you two always found your way back to each other. Though it was fun, all the sneaking out at three in the morning, saying you’re going over to a friends house when you’re really going to go see Chan and all the late night calls in a hushed tone, you’re glad you can finally relax about it and live peacefully with Chan without the need to sneak around.

But, your mind hasn’t been so peaceful these last few hours. There’s still no sign of Chan and no opened messages. You gave up on calling him after the fifth call had gone unanswered, and just decided to wait. Clutching your phone to your chest in case he were to call or text. Your eyes switch between the screen and the front door (which led into the living room).

You nearly jumped out of your blanket when your phone started ringing obnoxiously loud. Your heart beat loudly as you scrambled to look at the caller’s I.D. And, thankfully, it’s Chan. You’ve never answered so quickly.

“Chan?” Your excited voice squeaked out when you brought the phone close to your ear, a bright smile etching over your lips. Just happy that he’s in contact with you.

“Hey, darling,” Chan’s voice was husky and tired, and a little deeper than you remember. He must be exhausted, and you wondered if he had to stay late at work, “I’m so sorry for being out late. I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright… Is everything okay? What were you doing out so late?” You ask carefully, wrapping the blanket tightly around you.

“Work. My boss had me work over time. I would have texted you, but I was pretty busy,” in the distance, you can hear the sound of his car’s engine. He must be driving pretty fast. Chan also has a really nice car he saved up for and worked really hard for. It’s a smaller, good looking and really, really fast car. You could recognize that engine anywhere.

“Oh… I’m sorry about that,” You respond after a moment.

“It’s alright. Nothing to worry too much over,” you can hear Chan’s smile even through the phone, “And, by the way, could you do something for me before I get home?”

“Sure.”

“Could you make me something small to eat? I didn’t have the chance to eat dinner at work. If you could do that, that’d be so great, baby.” Chan says, and you get up off of the couch. Already heading for the kitchen.

“I could make you some jjajangmyeon? We have all the ingredients,” you say, surfing through your pantry.

“That’d be great, (Y/N). Thank you,” Chan sighs through the phone, and you pull out the ingredients.

“Of course. When will you be home?” You ask before he could hang up.

“I’ll be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, at the least.” He says, and you can hear the engine get a little bit louder behind him, “I have to focus on the road. I’ll be home soon. I love you, baby.”

“Love you, too, Chan.” You respond, and hang up. Now with the satisfaction and the relief of knowing Chan’s coming home, you separate the ingredients out and start cooking (thank god you took that home economics class back in high school. You couldn’t cook for shit before that). Since Jjajangmyeon is a pretty slow cooked dish, you try your best with temperature control to fit it into the timeframe for when Chan gets home, wanting it to be ready for him.

You had your hair tied back as you cooked, occasionally looking up to watch the television, which was still on the random news channel from before. It talked about things you weren’t too interested in, so you only kept it on for background noise.

You were so immersed in cooking, you didn’t even notice the door slamming open and closed and a pair of heavy footsteps walking up to the kitchen. You jumped when Chan’s arms wrapped around your waist, his chin planting itself on your shoulder. He laughs tiredly at your reaction, and you turn to give him a subtle glare, but your smile deceived you.

“Hey, baby. I’m sorry for coming home so late. I promise it wasn’t my intention,” Chan grumbles out, his words low and slightly slurred, mostly because he’s tired.

“It’s alright, don’t apologize,” you chuckle softly as you arrange two portions of the jjajangmyeon into two different bowls. Chan watches silently over your shoulder, “I’m just glad you’re home. You worried me. Please text me next time, before you stay overtime and don’t bother texting me. I worry a lot, you know?”

“I know, (Y/N). I know you worry too much for your own good,” Chan smiles softly, chuckling tiredly, “It’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”

You smile, flustered, and raise a warm hand to press against Chan’s cheek, turning your head to press a loving kiss to his temple, which is cold, even in the warm kitchen. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want to eat in bed?”

“Not if you’ll make me do the dishes directly afterwards,” Chan lets go of you to take his dish, and you take yours.

You cock a brow at him, “I was going to make you do them anyways. You’re not getting out of it that easily.” You giggle and tap his nose with the tip of your finger. “Come on. Take mine, too. I’ll shut everything down.” You hand your bowl to Chan, who takes it quickly as you scurry around, turning off the television. Turning off lights and putting the dishes in the sink.

Once Chan’s changed into more comfortable wear and you’re both comfortable in bed, watching some show on the TV while eating. Time at home was usually like this; relaxing. You’re cuddled up to Chan while he ate slowly. Once you both finished, you placed them on the nightstands for the time being.

Chan was asleep instantly. You were up a bit longer, still a bit run on adrenaline from worrying so much earlier, despite knowing you have to be up early for work. Chan didn’t have to work till the afternoon, but you had to be up early since you’re a librarian at the local public high school. Chan’s an assistant producer and works under a decently big entertainment company. It’s quite the drastic difference, but you being a pretty big book worm yourself, you decided it would be fun to be a librarian (mostly using your literature degree), even if it’s stressful at times. Chan’s work, however, is much more tedious than your own. Where you can usually go at your own pace, he has more strict deadlines and sometimes more difficult work.

So, you let Chan sleep on your stomach. His arms wrapped around you securely as his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of the oversized shirt you were wearing. You were up a bit longer, watching the TV while running your hands through Chan’s soft hair. Enjoying the moment for the time being before you, yourself, drifted off into a deep sleep.

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You were the first one to wake up the next morning, per usual. You woke up to your alarm that Chan thankfully slept through. You got ready as quickly and quietly as you could. Since you work in a pretty professional environment, you wear something modest, but fits well with the fall weather and your fashion style. You wore a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks under a jacket with your university’s logo on it and a pair of sneakers. They weren’t too big on dress code for the teachers at the school, but the students still had to wear uniforms.

Before you left, you made Chan lunch for the day and yourself a lunch. You even bothered to wake him up briefly to give him a kiss goodbye and that you’ll be back early afternoon, although he’ll probably be at work, then. Chan, although three fourths asleep, gave you a tight hug and a kiss with a slurred ‘Love you’ before plopping back onto the bed and instantly falling back asleep.

Although Chan had quite the expensive car, he wasn’t quite fond of you driving it. You have your own car, and it’s fine. Mostly used to drive to and from work and nothing more, since most other things you were with Chan, so you both usually took his car. It’s not so much a matter of richer and poorer, his car just had more little trinkets and things that are just more convenient. You’re not completely sure what model his car is, all you know is that it’s expensive.

The school isn’t too far. It’s actually a ten minute drive from your apartment. You have to make it there pretty early, so the roads aren’t jam packed like they would be when Chan has to drive to work. So, you have a bit of an advantage there. When you get there, you’re met with the people in the front office, who bow respectfully to you, and you make your way to the library.

You set up at the large, round desk. You especially like being a librarian, because it’s quiet. You don’t think you’d do too well as a teacher, so you settled for a librarian since it was a good and easy way to use your literature degree and put it to good use, other than the fact you’re writing a novel, but that’s a whole other story (hehet).

It’s about half an hour before some students pile in, bidding you good morning and sitting down at the tables to study for whatever assignment or test they have, or to finish homework. Some of them go around to look at books, but most just sit by their lonesome and work on whatever while blasting profane music into their poor ears.

You were busying yourself going through overdue books, and emailing parents about student’s overdue books. You were immersed in your work, so you were somewhat shocked when someone tapped your shoulder. When you turned, you were met with the smiling face of your coworker. A middle aged, pretty woman named Jung Migyeong, who gave you the permission to call her ‘unnie’. She’s considerably your work - best friend. She’s the only person who really delved into conversation with you, unlike most of the other teachers who only talked to you about whatever book they’re class reading or for book suggestions (and you just choose the first book in the library that comes to mind).

“Oh, you scared me!” You giggle in a hushed tone, and Eunmi smiled brightly, her motherly aura giving you a sense of calmness.

“Sorry, sorry!” Eunmi sits on your desk, more leaning against it. Eunmi is really a pretty lady. Her hair is cut short to her shoulders, and she never wears makeup. Her natural tone is without blemishes or acne. She always wears pretty dresses to work, and she always carries around her purse for some odd reason. “I wanted to catch up with you. I didn’t realize you were so immersed in your work. I should’ve known, you’re more responsible than half the teachers here.”

“I try, I really do,” You respond, leaning back in the chair and smiling up at her, “Do you have a free period for the first hour?”

Eunmi nods, “Yes, I do. They switched it up just ‘cause of something wrong in the student's schedules. But, that’s past the point. How have things been going? In the home life?”

You shrug a shoulder, your smile dropping, “It’s… going. My boyfriend didn’t come home until, like, twelve - thirty last night. He said he had to stay late for work, but I don’t get it, Eunmi. He wouldn’t answer my calls or texts, and I don’t think his job prevents him from at least opening a text until he gets off, you know?”

“You said he’s a producer, right?” Eunmi asks, her head tilting down to look at you more clearly. You nod, “Well, he might’ve been busy with the idol. It’s pretty difficult work, I’m surprised he’s been able to keep up with it well.”

“Well, he came home hungry and tired,” you sigh again, “Which is weird because if he stays late he usually grabs something from the kitchen at the company building or fast food and eats it before he comes home. But, he was hungry… not super hungry, but I made him jjajangmyeon.”

"Jajangmyeon?" Eunmi’s head tilts, and one brow lifts and she scoffs, “That’s like a fifty minute dinner.”

“Not if you toy around with the temperatures, no,” you smile, and Eunmi shrugs a shoulder, “Eh, I was the one who suggested it to him. It’s one of his favorites, and he sounded exhausted and overworked so I though, you know, might as well. But, after eating, he was out like a light. You wouldn’t think that producing would make someone so tired.”

“You never know,” Eunmi reassures, “You seem to be really worried about this. You don’t think he’s cheating, do you?”

You quickly shake your head, “No, no! I know him, and I know that he would never do that to me. I think he’s just trying to hide something from me. I’m not mad at him, I just don’t want him to keep anything from me.”

“You’re not mad… yet!” Eunmi corrects, and your lips purse, “If he’s really hiding something from you, it must be pretty big. I would personally be surprised if you were able to keep your temper if you found out whatever it is he’s hiding. Cheating or not.”

You’ve never really been one to get extremely mad or even start arguments. As said before, you and Chan did have petty arguments back in high school, but since then, you’ve both matured. Chan always shut down a fight if you were getting too agitated, and you were usually never the first one to start up an argument, since your patience isn’t as thin as before. You will admit, though, you’d be decently upset if you found out Chan really was hiding something from you. You trust him so much, you thought there should’ve been nothing to hide.

“I suppose you’re right,” you lean your head against your hand, resting your elbow on the desk, “If there’s a good chance, I’ll talk to him about it tonight. If I want things to really work out with him, then there has to be complete trust and honesty with each other.”

“That’s the spirit,” Eunmi proudly says, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with him, unnie,” you admit shamelessly, and Eunmi smiles wistfully, “I want to grow old with him. But I don’t want to live waking up every day at four in the morning and coming home to no one for hours on end. And, sometimes he won't come till midnight or morning.”

“Well, my husband and I used to have a lot of secrets, too. That we kept from each other,” Eunmi admits, reassuring you that you’re not the only one going through something like this, “The only way we were able to sort things through was by sitting down and talking to each other. Just telling all of our secrets to each other, even if they’re embarrassing or stupid. Just knowing the fact that we can trust each other with everything gives us that reassurance that we’re meant to be. Honesty is everything.”

You look down, thinking about the advice Eunmi had just given you, and you swallow down the growing lump of frustration in your throat, “Thank you for the advice, unnie. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course. I’m always free to talk, and you have my number if anything happens,” Eunmi smiles fondly, “And my doors are always open to you. I’ve spoken to my husband about you and he said that he’s always willing to keep our doors open. Just in case anything happens. You can’t be too careful, right?”

“Right,” you smile, flustered by Eunmi’s kindness, “Thank you so much. I’m… you’re right. If the worst of the worst happens and I’m booted out of my own apartment, then I’m at least glad to know that there’s some place I can go to that’s not three cities over.”

Eunmi laughs softly, and you laugh along with her, “I’m glad. Anyways, it’s about that time. I’m going to start heading back to my classroom. Let Chan know that I said hello, and that I wish you both well. Good luck, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, unnie. I’ll call you later,” you wave briefly as Eunmi makes her way out of the library, students bowing briefly to her as she passes.

You’re glad to have a friend like Eunmi. You’re lucky to have someone open their doors to you. Sometimes, you wonder if Eunmi views you as a younger sister, since she constantly rambles on and on about how she loves being called unnie or noona by her younger coworkers, even if she’s among the younger teachers. She’s like the sister you’ve never had. Sure, things had to be professional, but you’d like to spend more time with her out of the workplace. That would be fun.

The rest of the day is pretty slow. You had a few classes come in to pick up literature books, math books and to check out some books, but that was really it. You didn’t see Eunmi again, and left a few hours after the school closed. There was a bit of traffic on the way home, but it was mostly cleared up.

When you got home, you weren’t surprised to be met with an empty house. No sign of Chan, except the lunch you made him was gone, meaning he took it with him, thankfully, and he left a cute little note on a sticky note saying his thanks to you for making it for him. Which he usually did for you (you never bothered to throw them away. You actually kept them all in a little cigar box for safekeeping. Why? You didn’t know. You just felt like it.)

Like every day when you come home, you change into a pair of more comfortable clothing, which was just one of Chan’s hoodies you took out of his side of the closet, and a pair of ripped jeans. Since Chan didn’t do the dishes before he left, like you thought he would, you decided to do them to pass the time. In doing so, you turned on the TV for some background noise as you rolled up your sleeves to start scrubbing the dishes.

However, your attention was soon caught by the TV when the regular news anchor started talking about crime. At first, it was just about a robbery that took place in uptown, and that didn’t really suit your interest. What did catch your attention, enough to turn off the faucet and ignore the dishes to watch the TV, was when an all - too familiar black car with tinted windows and no license plate appeared on the screen, and there was a red car, too, but you didn’t recognize that one.

You turned up the volume, “Today, police are trying to look for these cars with no license plates caught on camera last night. They were suspected to be illegally street racing and gambling last night at around eleven o’ clock at night before being caught on security footage of a hotel nearby. If you can identify these cars, please contact the police immediately. One has been identified as a black Ferrari SF90 Stradale. The other has yet to be identified. If you see anything suspicious on the streets, please contact authorities. Here’s a clearer picture of both cars.”

And, that’s when it sparked you. One of the pictures of the black Ferrari was of the front. Despite the tinted window, you could clearly see a black ice Little Tree air freshener hanging from the mirror and a familiar hand gripping the wheel tightly. How could you recognize it? Despite the low quality, you can see a familiar ring on the middle finger. A celtic design Chan loved so much.

“Oh… my fucking god,” your mouth drops open as realization hits, and you immediately dash to the bedroom to yank open Chan’s dresser drawer, one left vacant for paperwork to “keep things safe”, and you pull out his insurance for his car. And, there it is, in plain sight. Ferrari SF90 Stradale. Color; black. Windows; tinted. At first, shock pools through you. Doubt climbing up. There’s no way Chan’s a criminal. There’s no way that he’s the one in the Ferrari. It has to be someone else.

But, there was only one way to find out. You had to be sure it was him.

So, you grabbed your purse and your keys and threw on a pair of slip - on vans. The sun was already setting, and you nearly forgot to lock up before running to your car. Barely unlocking it before you throw yourself into it, not even bothering to buckle your seatbelt before driving off to god knows where. Your gut leading you, immediately driving towards the area shown on the news. You pull out your phone, trusting the wheel in one hand as you pull up Chan’s profile and call him, pressing the phone to your ear.

The ringing carries on and on until the familiar voice of Chan speaks up, telling you that he’s not available and to leave a message after the beep.

“Oh, fuck off!” You scream at your phone before trying to call him again. Again and again it led to voicemail. Voicemail after voicemail. You couldn’t text him, not with you driving.

After the tenth call, you let out a frustrated yell, hitting your wheel with your palm and trying your best not to cry. You might be overreacting, since there’s a large chance that it isn’t Chan. But, for some reason, you believed it. You believed, at least somewhat, that it was Chan’s car. That it was Chan in the car. You didn’t want to believe it, but you did.

And your questions coursing through your mind were soon answered when you pulled up to the spot from the news, it now twilight, the sun just being set over the city’s horizon. You pulled onto an empty freeway, and parked in an alley between two buildings. There’s a group of people and a ton of expensive cars around the freeway. There were people crowded around a table. Some girls sat on top of cars, talking and laughing to each other while wearing vulgar and revealing clothes. Your brows furrow, deciding to stay low for a while. You turn off the engine to your car and watch carefully, gripping your phone in your hand. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, popping beer bottles, laughing and talking amongst themselves.

But, it’s when the sound of a loud engine came into earshot, and everyone, including you, turned to see the source of the sound. The moment the crowd of people see who it is, they start to cheer loudly. Throwing up their hands. However, your mouth falls open once more as the black Ferrari SF90 Stradale with tinted windows and a black ice Little Tree air freshener hanging from the rear - view mirror. It pulls up to the crowd, and they all part to make way for it.

Instead of shock or sadness, anger and rage begins to boil inside of you, and you grip your steering wheel tightly as you watch Chan, Christopher Bang, step out of the car. People pat his shoulder, and he smiles widely at them. Giving a few people hugs and even smiling to some of the women, who tried to steal a hug from him, too. He’s wearing clothes you don’t ever remember seeing. He wears a black leather jacket over a white button up and black skinny jeans. You’d be impressed by how good he looks if you weren’t so upset.

You didn’t even have to look at your phone as you pulled up Chan’s profile and called him, pressing the phone roughly to your ear.

“Pick up… Pick the fuck up,” you grumble under your breath as you watch Chan. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and looks at it briefly.

Not even hesitating to hang up.

As you heard the familiar sound of Chan’s sweet voice telling you he’s not available at the moment and to leave a message after the beep, you finally have enough courage to get out of your car. Slamming the door shut and making your way out of the alley. They’re not too far, but it's a long enough walk for you to catch the eye of some people. You don’t even pause to rethink your decisions when a girl taps the chest of one of the guys, who glares at you with a raised brow.

The man that glared at you stepped away from the crowd, and you could barely see Chan over the people. He walks over to you, and you stop when the man is right in front of you, peering down you. The smell of cheap beer oozing off of him.

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Chan’s girlfriend, now get the fuck out of my way,” you try to push past him, but he grabs you by the arm. Tightly, too. Probably tight enough to leave a bruise after a while. “Hey! Let go of me.”

“No can do, princess,” the man says, smirking mercilessly down at you, his grip not loosening one bit, “Whether or not you’re Chan’s bitch doesn’t matter to me. It’s either you leave or I take you home and we have a good time. Well, I will, at least.” So, you tried to yank your arm from his, trying your best not to use your free hand to punch him in the face.

“Where’s Chan? Bring him to me.” You demand, and the man scoffs, chuckling.

“Fine, have it your way,” the man turns his head towards the crowd, a few people watch, and he says, “Grab Chan. This chick says she’s his girlfriend.” A few of them laugh at him, thinking it’s a joke. But, you stand your ground, glaring through the crowd. One of the people that laughed pushed through a few people. It takes a minute, and there’s a tense silence between you and the man as you try to pry his hand off.

But, as you suspected, a smiling Chan pushes through, but his smile instantly drops when he sees you.

“Hey, Chan. This chick’s babbling on about being your girl. Should I kick-”

“Get your hands off her right now before I shoot you in the face.” Chan interrupts, anger lacing his dark, deep voice. The man holding your arm instantly lets go and steps away, his hands rising in defense. Mumbling something about just ‘trying to keep things safe’. Once the man is away, Chan walks up to you, now being the one tightly gripping your arms. Leaning down so his face is close to yours.

“Why are you here, (Y/N)? Why the hell are you here?” He asks harshly, his voice full of surprise and desperation. He even shakes you slightly.

“You seriously thought I wouldn’t find out?” You snap, ignoring his question all together, “You thought I was dumb enough to let this go under? Well, I’ve been dumb for too long, Christopher. I’m not going to be like that anymore.” You know he’s not too big a fan of being called by his real name, but you do it anyway.

“Go home (Y/N). I’ll explain everything to you afterwards.” Chan says, placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you away.

“No!” You yell, pushing his arms off you, “I am not going home, Chan! I am staying with you. I need to know what the hell all of this is. Right. Now.” You demand, and Chan shakes his head.

“No. You’re going home, (Y/N),” Chan tries to push you away again, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly and trying to turn you from the curious crowd. However, you weren’t going to be let off so easily. You swiftly turned around, letting your flying hand come in contact with Chan’s cheek. Smacking him. You made sure not to backhand him, knowing how much that could hurt. Besides, you don’t want to hurt him too much, you just want to get your point across, and he wasn’t listening to your words. He lets go of you again, his head flinging to the side because of the impact.

“I said no. I’m staying here,” You repeat yourself, and Chan’s eyes no longer lace with aggression, but worry. He doesn’t seem upset that you hit him. In fact, he seems to gloss over it. “I need to know what’s going on-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence until Chan grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the crowd. They part to make way for him, and you aren’t able to muster out a sentence before Chan unlocked his car and shoves you forcefully into the passenger seat.

“Chan, what -”

“Shut up, buckle up and hold on tight ‘cause it’s gonna be one hell of a night for us, darling,” Chan snaps, and your lips clamp close at his harsh words. You didn’t expect that out of him. You could nearly cry right there. Chan backs away and slams the door shut, and you quickly scramble to put the seatbelt on as Chan yells something at the crowd, and they erupt in cheers. A few people scramble to get into different cars, and the rest stay back, keeping their distance. However, Chan didn’t seem too pleased as he walked around the car and into the passenger’s seat, locking the doors.

“Chan…”

“Quiet,” Chan snaps, revving the engine of the car. You can faintly hear the cheer of the onlookers behind as Chan pulls alongside the other three cars. A young woman wearing small shorts and an exposed shirt too small for fall walks ahead, and pulls a red cloth out of her back pocket. Her red lips smile bright as she lifts her red cloth. She holds up one finger, and Chan’s engine growls from behind, the car shaking along with it. Your hands go to grip the first thing, which is the cup holder in the center console and the door. Bracing yourself for what’s about to happen.

“Chan!”

“I said quiet!” Chan yells, sparing you a glance and your brows creased with worry as the woman holds up a second finger, and Chan’s hand grips the wheel as the other rests over the buttons.

She doesn’t hold up a third finger. Instead, she throws down the red cloth, and the moment she does so, Chan is off on the road. His foot slammed against the gas as he pushed his back against the seat and used one hand to effortlessly steer. You feel so impossibly scared in the car. A small part of you was debating whether or not you should have gone home, but you knew that it was the right decision to stay. To truly understand what’s been going on and what this is all about.

You try your best not to scream as the loud engine nearly bursts your eardrums.

“Chan… Chan, stop the car!” You scream, the need to vomit creeping up, even though you try to gulp it down.

“I can’t, (Y/N). I really can’t right now.” He says loudly over the engine.

“Please, Chan, just stop the car…!” You yell out again, and Chan finally glances at you, seeing your distressed look before his head snaps ahead again.

His hand swiftly reaches over to grip your thigh, as if trying to prove that you’re secure, “Calm down, (Y/N). You’ll be fine. We’re fine. I’m not stopping the car. Sorry, but I just can’t.”

“I should hate you for this, Chan!” You say, and you can see the way his knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel. “But I can’t… I just… Goddamn it, why!?”

“I can’t tell you that right now!” He yells back, looking over briefly before making a sharp turn, making you clutch onto the seat belt for protection, his hand now back over the buttons, “You just need to sit there until this is over, got it? I don’t care how scared you are, you’re gonna get through it like the strong woman you are, (Y/N), and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You look over to Chan, and his lips are downturned, his brows furrowed and his eyes glossed over, as if he could cry right there.

“But why didn’t you just tell me?! We wouldn’t be like this right now if you just told me, Chan, and that’s the truth.” You yell over the engine, and Chan bitterly and breathily chuckles, shaking his head as an angry smile casts over his lips.

“You wouldn’t have stayed with me if I told you, (Y/N), you know that.” His voice is a little softer. If any softer, you wouldn’t have heard him. “You would’ve left me.”

Your mouth falls open, and you shake your head, “Never… Never! Never, ever, accuse me of that. I would never leave you even if you killed a man, Chan, and that’s the truth!” He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even look at you as he turns another sharp corner, and you can see the other cars following behind, closing in. He sees it, too, and he presses some buttons you didn’t bother reading and slams his foot on the gas again. You let out a deep breath, still clutching the seat belt, “I just want to know why, Chan. Why are you resulting to this even though you have a stable job at the entertainment company, I-... I just want you to be honest with me.”

“I’ll tell you later, (Y/N). Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut. I need to focus or we’ll fucking crash, you got it!” He yells, and you flinch at his harsh tone. Finally keeping quiet.

The race seems like it lasts forever, when it was probably only five minutes. With sharp twists and turns and screeching of the engine in wheels, it feels like torture. You hate this, but there’s no backing out yet.

Chan doesn’t utter a word. Only cursing at the other cars when they do something that they weren’t supposed to do, or somehow start catching up to him. You let a few tears slip as you watch his hands and Chan as he focuses solely on the road. The lump in your throat is growing bigger and bigger, and swallowing it down seems to get more and more difficult.

But, it’s over at some point. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Chan finally slowed down after reaching a pathetic excuse of a finish line. Your trembling hands grip the hem of the hoodie you were wearing as Chan comes to a steady stop. People come cheering as the other three cars pull up behind, being careful not to bump into anyone from the crowd. You breath heavily, and look over to Chan, who rolls down his window, plastering a triumphant smile on his lips.

“I don’t even get why I race against you, mate. You always win. Just take the money and get outta here,” says one of the racers playfully, tossing Chan a briefcase through the window.

“Thanks man. Good race,” Chan says, “Now, I have business to attend to. If you’ll excuse me.”

He rolls up the window, and the man who handed Chan the briefcase smacks the window playfully as Chan rushes off, his smile instantly vanishing as he goes through backgrounds to try and get to a main road without drawing too much attention. Chan’s smile drops, and he hands you the briefcase.

“You want to know so badly? Open it and be careful. It’ll be hell to clean up if you drop it,” Chan grumbles, looking over as you look to him for reassurance. He only gives you a cocked brow as you look back to the case in your lap before unlocking it and opening it. Your jaw falls as you look at the thousands of bills stacked on top of each other, rubber bands holding equal stacks together, and you gawk at just how much money Chan won from one race.

After a minute of you staring at the money, Chan slams the case closed in your lap, locking it with one hand and tossing it in the backseat making you jump at how hasty he is.

You both sit there, Chan driving to god knows where in tense silence. You're holding your head in your hands as Chan shifted his gaze between you and the road.

It’s about fifteen minutes until you look up, surprised that he’s still driving and nowhere near home. It’s an emptier city, but Chan seems to know the area well.

“Chan, where are we?” You ask, but Chan gives no answer. Only driving a bit further before pulling into an alley between two old buildings. “Chan, I said -”

You were quickly by Chan yanking off his seatbelt and leaning over the center console to firmly grab your face and pull you into a rough kiss. It isn’t too rushed, but it’s not at all gentle. You’re caught by surprise at first, but couldn’t help melting into it. It’s almost instinct at this point to kiss him back, but you push him away after a moment. “What… What the fuck are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” Chan answers briefly before grabbing locks of your hair at the back of your head and pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping down to unbuckle your seatbelt, and you let it slam against the car as it flies off you.

“No, Chan… We need to talk,” You grumble out as you try to pull away, and he presses wet, sloppy kisses to the side of your mouth. His eyes are fluttered shut, and your’s are half lidded. You will admit, you love this. The kisses and how unnaturally aggressive Chan is being. But, you knew that you have to talk things out, or you’d never get to figure out how the hell things turned out like this, “Chan, I’m serious right now.”

“Then relax, baby,” Chan breathily whispers out, and your thighs squeeze together, “Let me make things up to you, okay? I’ll fuck you so good, baby.” He pulls away for a moment, and he stares at you with a teasing smirk, “Think of it as my apology, alright?”

“Chan, I’m… I’m - ah! Chan!” You gasp when Chan’s lips come in contact with the side of your neck. Your neck is already tilting to give him more room, despite trying pathetically to push him away. There’s no getting through to him anymore. You’ve passed the point of no return, and there’s not much you could get past him without slapping him again. And that didn’t seem like a very good idea to you. Your hand flies up to grip the back of his neck, the other loosely clutching the hem of his button up.

“You know that… ah… that we are going to talk about this at some point…” you groan out, and Chan only groans against your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. “You can’t get out of it like this…”

“Shut it, (Y/N),” Chan snaps, and your head falls back. Chan leans his seat back, aggressively grabbing you by the thighs to pull you over and sit on top of him. Straddling his waist despite it being such a tight environment. He pulls you down by the hoodie, into another kiss. You could feel how frustrated Chan is by the way he grips you tightly, as if you’re going to magically vanish, and by how he talks to you.

It’s rushed, too. Chan is impossibly quick to pull up your hoodie, his hot, sweaty hands creeping up your warm back, caressing it with a different, quick sense of gentleness. His lips connect with yours once again. His tongue already pressing against your lips. The quick, sloppy kiss all too lust filled. The erotic sounds coming from the both of you almost making you gloss over the fact that you should still be very mad at Chan. But, you just can’t find the need to pull away from him. You need to let off the steam, too.

You flush your body firm against him, one hand on his chest and the other by his head, holding onto the head of the seat for support. Breathing as slowly as you can through your nose to savor the air Chan so selfishly takes from you from the heated kiss. Your thoughts begin to vanish and your worry and concern for Chan’s life choices begin to falter for the time being. So immersed in the heated kiss to forget about it entirely. All your focus is now on Chan. You can tell how stressed he is, and the loving part of you wants to help him let off that steam. But, now, you’re in the same boat. So, he’s going to have to do so much for you as you’ve been doing for him.

Chan’s hands don’t bother to hesitate before they loop underneath your jeans, not caring to unbutton them as he tries his best to pull them off by himself. Because of how restricted you both are because of the size of the car, you had to do it yourself. You parted from the kiss and pressed your head against his shoulder to unbutton your jeans and pull them down as quickly as you could before throwing them in the back (along with your shoes and socks. You can already see how hard Chan’s gotten as his rough hands massage and knead your ass, only covered by the thin, black cloth keeping you at least somewhat covered. But, if this was like any other time, they’d be gone quicker than you’d imagine.

Your hands fly up again once your pants are thrown to the back, resting on either side of Chan’s head as he grips your hips, grinding your womanhood against his clothed hardon (you’re also clothed, but it’s so wet from your juices that it basically attaches itself to your skin). His head throws itself back, his eyes closing and a pleasure filled smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You press yourself against him, now propped up to be looming over him, sitting on him.

When you do press against him, his head snaps forward again, and his dark eyes glare up at you, “Don’t start getting proud, (Y/N). I’m gonna fucking break you.” His hand crawls up to grip your face in his hand. One of your hands weakly comes up to grip his wrist. His hand moving down to grip your throat, and your lips part blissfully as his fingers press into the sides of your neck, still allowing airflow through you. “Oh, fuck. You like being choked, huh? You like being choked like a slut don’t you?” You don’t answer, too nervous to and too caught up in the pleasure to actually let something other than a moan escape your lips.

“Talk to me, (Y/N). Use your fucking words,” Chan growls, and you swallow. The lump in your throat pressing painfully, yet blissfully against Chan’s hand.

“Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me…” You utter out his name, and Chan’s brow raises. But, he smirks nonetheless and lets go of your neck, and you let out a breath as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down to his feet. His hand palming his clothed cock briefly before pulling it out. His hard dick already leaking with precum.

“Condom…” You mutter, and Chan shakes his head. You look up to him with worry.

“Trust me, baby,” he mutters, and you sigh, leaning against him, pressing your body against his as Chan moves your panties out of the way before he aligns your throbbing cunt with his dick, and slowly pushing himself into you, raw. As his raw cock slowly becomes engulfed by your heat, Chan lets out low groans. Your face nuzzles into the side of his neck as Chan slowly guides you down until you’re sitting on his cock.

At first, he stays there like that. Not moving. You suspect it’s because the sane part of him wants you to get used to the feeling of his cock so deep in you without a condom, but Chan seems to keep you there for a few moments just for the sake of how good it feels without a condom. The way his head is leaned back, his lips slightly ajar and his eyes fluttered shut.

But, it doesn’t last long before Chan’s strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you up and starts ramming into you. His hips move so quickly, yet so efficiently as he burns your wet walls. You erupt in a series of loud moans, mixtures of Chan’s name and curses spilling out, too. Chan groans sometimes, right next to your ear. The sound of skin slapping against the fabric of Chan’s boxers echoing through the air tight car.

Your pussy burns from how fast Chan thrusts into you, keeping you at a steady position so he could have an easier time ramming himself into you without the difficulty of it being such a confined and restrictive place in the car (especially in the driver’s seat). The burn is so good for you, though. It’s such a numbing, euphoric feeling that you’ll crave later. A type of burn you could never provide yourself, only Chan.

Chan’s hands go from gripping your body to sliding up your side to gripping your hair and yanking your head back so he could look at you. A judgemental, sexy smirk adorning his lips as he sees how fucked out you are. Your mouth open as you moan, and your half lidded eyes occasionally closing from the bliss.

“Fucking hell… you’re so good for me, (Y/N). You take my cock so fucking well, don’t you?” You let out a choked moan as Chan’s hand grips harder on your hair, craning your neck. “Mmm… Baby girl can’t even talk to me… I know I said to shut it…” he laughs darkly through his moans, and your moans get louder when Chan lets go of your hair, letting your face fall back onto his shoulder as his hands grip your ass. Kneading them as he fucks himself into you. You clench helplessly around his cock.

“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You wanna cum around my cock, baby girl?” You nod frantically, your climax climbing up as you push your body back to meet with Chan’s aggressive thrusts. Your overstimulated cunt only being destroyed by Chan’s cock as he thrusts harder into you, his hips staggering slightly as you clench around him. “Mmm! - Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” Chan growls out as his hand grips your face again, forcing your head up as your eyes roll into the back of your head, a loud string of moans escaping your lips as you cum all over Chan’s cock, and he pulls out just quick enough to spurt out a string of cum along your ass.

He lets go of your face, and you breath heavily as you rest your head on Chan’s chest, closing your eyes to catch your breath. A burning sensation still resting in your core as you relax, your womanhood’s muscles contracting every now and then from the orgasm.

Chan cleans you both up with a napkin he had in the center console and helped you put your jeans back on (deciding to toss your soiled panties) and he slipped his jeans back on silently. It’s not until you’re sitting on his lap, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat when he speaks.

“You know I love you so much, right?” Chan mumbles out, and you look up to him. “I was so mean to you today… when you must’ve been so confused.” His head falls back, and he looks out the window with a longing look in his eyes, “I’m the worst boyfriend in the world, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not. Don’t even think things like that. Yes, I am still a bit upset, but you know what? We’re going to get past this because I love you, too, Channie.” You stare at him with an adoring expression adorning your sparkling eyes (trying to ignore the burning in your core).

“You… You want to know the real reason I’m a street racer, (Y/N)? Why the fuck I'm doing this?” Chan asks softly, his hand stroking your hair.

“If you could… I’ve been asking all day,” you chuckle softly, and Chan smiles bitterly.

“Well… I… I’m doing this all for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“No job will pay for the things I want to give you, (Y/N).” He turns over, reaching into the center console to pull out a black box, and your eyes widen as he opens it. You can’t see it, but you can barely see the sparkle of a something reflective. “I… I couldn’t pay for this myself. I knew I couldn’t. I hate how this is how I’m asking you… but, (Y/N), will you-”

“Oh my god, yes!”

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chaoticrumii · 3 years ago

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A LITTLE MORE THAN FRIENDSHIP

summary : kazunari seems odd, and although he denies it, you see right through his lies. the falsehood of his own existence is eating away at him, and as a good friend, you do your best to try and assist him.

genre : fluff

perspective : second person pov

pairing : kazunari miyoshi x gn!reader ( they / them pronouns )

word count : 1.5k

warnings : spoilers for kazunari miyoshi’s backstory

“ director-chan~ ♪ ! looking forward to work today too ☆ ” - kazunari miyoshi ( introduction voice lines )

You had always believed that Kazunari had something to hide. Not in the shady sense, but something was definitely off about him. It wasn’t in the way he laughed, nor in the way that he would grin and wave at almost all the people walking down the street.

Those were just his quirky qualities, weren’t they? Yet again, maybe not. It was hard to tell in the midst of all his hellos and goodbyes whenever he would meet up with you, and the constant texting to other friends on his phone. The way he would act was normal for someone with connections like his, but something was itching in the back of your mind.

It’s strange, it’s strange, it’s strange.

It bothered you immensely, although you had told yourself you would leave it alone. One day when the two of you were hanging out in a cafe, you just couldn’t keep all the questions in.

“Hey Kazunari, are you okay?” You asked.

He looked up at you from his phone, and cocked his head to the side questioningly.

“What do you mean, Y/N? I’m completely fine! Thank you for worrying about me though!” He said, grinning with that smile of his.

“No. There’s definitely something you’re hiding from me.” You pushed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kazunari’s face morphed into one of confusion, his brows furrowing as he brought his cup up to his lips and sipped on his drink. He placed it back onto the small coffee table with a tiny clang, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m really okay, Y/N. There’s nothing wrong with me, and I hope you don’t continuously worry about me like this.” He said quickly.

You didn’t believe it for a second, but then again, you couldn’t really describe how weird he had been acting ever since you’d first met. It was still an enjoyable experience though, and you thoroughly wished you could get to know him even better than you currently did. Hopefully one day you’d be able to gently tug that secret he was hiding out of him.

“Anyway, do you wanna go anywhere? You promised me a day of friendly fun together, right?” You asked, slumping back into the soft armchair.

“You can decide! I’m good with any place you want to head to.” Kazunari said, typing on his phone again.

“But like, do you wanna go anywhere? I don’t really have anything in my brain right now, but I want to go somewhere exciting.” You said, waving your fist in the air, imaging a large rollercoaster that you and Kazunari could ride together.

“Well, it would be cool if we... you know what, you can make the choice. It’s me who invited you to hang out, and I really don’t mind where we go to!” He said again, waving his hands in front of him, shrugging it off.

Like you had thought previously, his behavior was only getting increasingly strange by the second. It was still worrying, and since you didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with what you were attempting to do. Instead, it seemed better to take a different approach. You pushed yourself out of your chair, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Well, I think I’ll head home for today. It was nice seeing you!” You said, walking out the door, leaving Kazunari dumbfounded as he sat there in the cafe.

Of course, before leaving you slipped a few bucks into his jacket. It wouldn’t seem right to leave him to pay for your drink as well. It wasn’t that you wanted to stand him up like that, but if you wanted him to open up about what he was hiding, he’d have to do it on his own, and willingly so. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time for it.

First thing the next morning, you had received a text from the one, the only Kazunari☆. He had asked you to meet him in a few days at an arcade. It was slightly strange, since he never showed a large interest in playing games at all, other than the occasional Mahjong game with some of his friends he’d invite over. You couldn’t really remember any of them other than one called Citron, who seemed to wrongly pronounce and speak a lot of Japanese words. It was hilarious though, and you’d enjoyed conversing with him when the Mahjong sessions would occur.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how Kazunari had acted in the few days between when you were going to see him again. What was he hiding? From how he was acting it was plainly obvious that something was going on. It was just a matter of what it was. Of course, you planned to accept it regardless of what he told you, and as time ticked by, you silently hoped it wasn’t something illegal.

The day had come for when you were going to meet Kazunari at the arcade he had sent an address to on your phone. It was a rather old arcade, and a lot of the games seemed to come from a decade ago. At least that was what you could see from the outside of the shop. Who knew Kazunari was into this kind of stuff?

“Boo.”

You turned to feel arms wrapping around your middle, hands squeezing tightly around your waist and a familiar chuckle emitting from the tall, green eyed boy behind you. Kazunari was wearing his hat and classic THREE THREE THREE shirt, and he was wearing a small smile on his face as he grabbed your hand.

“Come on, we’re playing Mario Kart.”

“Is there any reason why you brought me here? Didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff, and even if you were, you never told me.” You asked, tilting your head to the side as he dragged you through the aisles and aisles of arcade games, to stop at the large Mario Kart set-up.

“I used to really like these back in middle school, but I stopped for a while because I was bullied for being a nerd.” He said, a sad smile etching across his features.

“Wait, Kazunari-”

“Regardless, let’s play a few rounds. If you can beat me, I’ll tell you the full story.” He said, smirking mischievously as he placed his hands on the wheel in front of him.

“You’re on.”

And so, the fight ensued. After multiple rounds of intense mushroom consumption and shell throwing, you had won two out of five matches. You sighed to yourself, feeling the failure sink in slowly. You wouldn’t even be able to hear about what he had to say this way. You were only a few seconds off.

“I really was thinking you were going to beat me, Y/N. Still, I’ll tell you all about what happened.” He said, tapping you lightly on your defeated figure, which bounded up the moment he had said that.

“In short, I fabricated a lot about myself, and my own life to fit the people I wanted to impress. People just thought that was my personality, befriending others and being an overall very popular person. I didn’t think anyone would ever pick up on the fact that I was lying to all of my friends. Some of them, to an extent, aren’t even my friends. Certain relationships I have are quite shallow, to say the least, and I can’t help but feel guilty that they are so. Still, I was able to grow close to you.” He said, looking towards you with a grateful smile, one that made his eyes twinkle as he gazed at you.

“It was something strange that had urged me to become closer to you, and I didn’t really know what it was. I guess now I know. You were able to see through the facades I had put up and see me for me. And I thank you for that, truly.”

Kazunari leaned his forehead onto yours from where he was seated on the machine, his hat in his hands, fiddling with it slowly as he closed his eyes and simply felt you next to him. Your heart was beating at 200 miles per hour, and you let a smile spread across your face.

“No problem...?” You mumbled, unsure of what to reply with.

He laughed, a hearty laugh that echoed through the silent arcade, only faint grunts and the clicking of keys in the background.

“I want to get to know you better, Y/N.” He whispered, grasping your hand in his.

“In the friendship kind of way?” You stuttered, silently letting loose a slew of curse words that you had managed to stutter while talking to him.

“Mm, maybe a little more than friendship.”

written = 20.07.2021

proofread = 23.07.2021

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miwtze · 4 years ago

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bathroom floor (matsukawa issei x reader)

cw: eating disorders, purging, its not angsty

wc: 5.6k

dunno why this is so long but no beta i die like a man

matsukawa could count on one hand the names of his classmates that he could personally remember. even then it was only the class president and the student council secretary seeing as they were the only two people that ever really interacted with him when he was there. on his breaks he was with hanamaki, in class his head was down, after school he was at volleyball practice; he didn’t really have a reason to remember anyone else. it’s not to say he didn’t try, people were just standoffish due to his large structure or wanted to mingle with toru through him. he simply believed it was a bother. that was probably until his first term of his third year when he was seated next you.

“matsukawa-san.”

“matsuk-” matsukawa groans, shifting his head to the left in hopes of identifying the offending voice. he cracks open an eyelid, shifting his head to figure out who’s the one pulling him out of his nap; it wasn’t his mom or his younger brother. as his eyelids adjust to the rays of light engulfing the room he comes to the realization that he is in fact not in his bed, but rather sprawled across his desk and staring down at his desk mate’s tights-covered legs. “are you okay?” he whips his head up at your voice, wide eyed and rubbing the side of his mouth with the back of his palms as he scowls at you. not with any bad intentions but he’s willing to run the risk of looking like a dick if it saves him from the embarrassment of being caught sleeping in class.

“what is it?” you cock your eyebrows at him fingers to your chin, deep in thought. what did he say that was so interesting, he doesn’t know but he sinks into himself, wishing you would just outright laugh in his face. you don’t laugh. instead you turn around and dig through your bag pulling out a can of coffee and an energy bar, gingerly playing them on his desk.

“we’re both on class duty this week and the chemistry kits need to be brought down to class by the time lunch ends. we need it for our next class.” he stares at his wrist watch. he would rather use the last fifteen minutes of his lunch break to nap but he really didn’t want to forfeit the coffee or energy drink. not that you looked like you wanted it back. “i tried to wake you up earlier but you were kind of like a dead man walking. saying things like ‘five more minutes mom’ and ‘i’ll get up in a bit’.” matsukawa can feel the back of his neck heat up, rising to follow you out of the classroom and towards the science building. “figured you must’ve had a long night or something.”

“there’s absolutely no way you caught me fucking calling out to my mom. you should’ve just woken me up before everyone heard me telling me mom to let me sleep in,” he sighs, matching the pace of your step to walk next to you. “like, dude, that is so embarrassing.”

you turn your head and smile at him, he thinks it’s a little teasing but thankfully filled with no condescend. “actually for the most part the classroom was empty during lunch today, it was just me and secretary-san. everyone else went to go eat outside since the weather was nice.” you stated reassuringly, brushing hair behind your ears. matsukawa removes the hand he placed on his forehead with a sigh of relief. two people hearing him call out to his mother is significantly better than the whole class hearing it. “i don’t even think secretary-san heard you since she was on the other side of the room, but she most definitely saw you hung over your desk sleeping.”

“you shouldn’t call people secretary-san that’s, like, super impolite. also, if everyone else went outside to eat why’d you stay back? did you wanna watch me sleep or something,” he states matter-of-factly. turning his heel into the chemistry classroom making a beeline for the chemistry kits. he could still feel his neck burning, but he knows it’s because you’re digging holes into his back with your eyes. “or do you just, like, not have any friends.” you snicker behind him.

“you have to check the kits before you grab them; we need twenty four of them. also i’m not sure what the secretary’s name is. i was in a different class last year,” you say beginning to look through the kits separating the usable from the unusable ones. “and my friends got detention together and left me behind. some traitors they are.” you feign offense with the back of your hand to your forward and head tossed back. he notices a small beaded bracelet adorning your wrist, right under a thin gold one. you laugh at his raised eyebrows as finish separating the kits. he’s surprised to say the least, everyone in class one was the book nerd type who spoke harsh words behind whispers. at least to his knowledge anyways. he definitely didn’t think you would be this cheeky or friendly, especially not to the six feet tall monstrosity he was.

“why didn’t you just get detention with them. it seems more fun than eating by yourself, i think. i like to eat with my friends but apparently my dumbass fell asleep. i’ll probably get my ear chewed out during practice for it.”

“the most fun about doing things you’re not supposed to is getting away with it. plus i had to catch up on some other things so it didn’t make sense to leave and do something stupid just to get caught,” you say with a sly smile, struggling to mange the twelve kits you had split evenly between the two of you. he grabs your twelve including his silently, he wasn’t an athlete at a powerhouse school for nothing. “oh i see you are nice.”

“did you think i was some megawatt asshole or something?”

“maybe not megawatt, but, like, a twenty four watt asshole?” he snickers at that, following you into the classroom. “due to your kind act of charity, i’ll take it upon myself to take the notebooks to the teachers after school so you can head to practice early to get your ear chewed out, how does that sound?”

“absolutely fucking terrible, but much appreciated,” he says, sliding into his seat and cracking open the can of coffee you gave him. “thanks for this too, i’ll get you bread tomorrow during lunch to make up for it.”

“nah don’t worry about it,” you say, turning your head to greet two girls bouncing into the classroom stopping at your desk to complain about detention.

true to your word, you diligently collect and return the class notebooks that day after school. in fact you’re so dedicated to the task that you do it everyday for the rest of the week, never once asking matsukawa or complaining to him. matsukawa thinks you do it as to not bother him. he’s not entirely sure that’s the reason though, seeing as you’re pushing your desk next to his to share his literature textbook with him for the third time this week.

“sorry matsukawa-san, i forgot my literature textbook again. please do some charity work,” you whisper leaning over to look at the pages. you frown at his notes.

“you don’t sound like you forgot, also don’t judge someone else’s notes when they’re helping you,” he teases, looking down at you redoing his notes in a more orderly manner. small neat writing surrounds his messy illegible ones, highlighting what to look out for on the next exam. you’re wearing a gold ring with a jewel the same color of your beaded bracelet, small and dainty stilling on an even smaller middle finger. he sighs but he knows your notes have been helping him.

“between you and me? i definitely didn’t forget, i just hate carrying that heavy thing around.” you pause to look up from the notes, to his face and then back down. “maybe i’ll have you do it for me since you’re all big and tough, or whatever gender stereotype will benefit me.”

“you shouldn’t openly boast about being sexist.”

“what, you going to tell on me or something?”

“no but what’s the point in having me carry the damn book around if you have to walk home with it.” he’d rather you just not bring it seeing as no one else in his class talked to him and the most you talked to him was when you both were sharing his textbook.

“i do believe that is exactly why i don’t bring it, matsukawa-san,” you say dryly, returning to your task.

when the lunch bell rings you push your desk back and say your words of thanks, turning your heels to skip to your friends. he watches as the light hits your legs and the tights you always wear stretch around your thighs.

dirty bastard.

he turns and flees to takahiro, who makes fun of the blush creeping up matsukawas neck.

on friday afternoon, before issei leaves for practice he places two packaged rice balls and green tea on your desk. you open your mouth to say something but your friend beats you to it.

“oh? what’s this? a confession of love?” your friend pokes your cheek with a baby blue painted finger and shoots a smirk through her long eyelashes. she reminds issei of someone.

your other friend, one with dyed roots and glossed lips, pulls her back giggling saying, “hey c’mon now! you can’t scare him away, but it is an interesting approaching seeing as most people would just give a letter or something.” you sigh, shooting him a withering look of apology.

“na-chan, aya-chan, you can’t say things like that about people. it makes them uncomfortable. sorry matsukawa-san, what’s this for?”

“doin’ charity work i suppose.” you roll your eyes. “you should show gratitude when offered something, ya know?”

“oh? so this isn’t for the snacks i gave you the day i caught you slee-” he cuts you off by pulling up a chair to your desk. practice can wait.

“you are absolutely the fucking worst.”

“since you’re sitting here, share it with me i don’t like rice balls much.”

“i have practice.”

“you’re the one who sat down.” he blinks. your friends have already ran off yelling things about a part time job or something. you open both the rice balls and place one in front of him. “i don’t think you’ll get beaten if you’re a couple minutes late, at least i hope not. i think that’s illegal.”

“you’re just full of requests, huh? i might as well become make-a-wish with the amount of things i do for you,” he says mouth full of rice, towering over you even after sitting down. you sigh between small bites of the snack. “what? you don’t like umeboshi or something? why are ya looking at it like it’s defiling your throat.”

“not to sound ungrateful or anything, but i unfortunately am rather picky when it comes to food. but since the great matsukawa-san has blessed me with a rice ball i will thankfully finish it.”

“you’re so fucking annoying.”

“oh but i’m just too cute for you to let that bother you, isn’t that right?” you grin picking up your trash and grabbing your bag. “bye! i’ll see you tomorrow.” you leave before he has the chance to reply.

he leaves a couple minutes after you, heading to the third gym. he notices a pair of all too familiar tights-covered legs ducking in between the third and fourth gym. against his better judgement he follows.

dude, what the fuck. first you’re eyeing up your friend’s legs and now you’re following a girl behind the gym? get laid, he berates himself.

he watches the girl turn behind the fourth gym and he recognizes you by the charm hanging on the side of your bag. now he’s really curious. he silently leans against the wall getting close to the edge, but remaining out of sight. maybe it’s a really weird confession. he wouldn’t want to impose.

minutes pass before he actually hears anything but it wasn’t the confession he wasn’t expecting. sounds of you’re gagging fill the air. he has to stop himself from turning the corner and asking you if you’re okay, only being able to turn his head to look at you. fingers down your throat and tears down your face.

knot of uneasiness ties at the pit of his stomach as he turns and flees, knowing he saw something he shouldn’t have. the butterflies in his chest burden him knowing that he’s festering a crush on someone who hasn’t shared any part of herself to him other than her kindness. issei doesn’t like that.

after practice that day he stays continuing to abuse the gym floors hitting one volleyball after the other, trying to focus on the burns on his palms instead of anything else. oikawa and iwaizumi head out before him leaving him alone with the gym keys to lock up when he’s done. he doesn’t finish for another two hours and he only stops then because his body is about to give out on him.

matsukawa begrudgingly makes his way to the teachers room when he sees you fumble around, barely able to walk straight. his eyes widen when he sees you drop your bag and fall into the wall.

“fucking dumbass.” you hiss and pick up your bag.

“hey man, you good?” your entire body freezes, almost as if someone hit pause on you. he calls your name, panic creeping into his voice. “do you want me to carry your bag? i can walk you home.” when he goes to step towards you you swing your head back to face him.

“i’m fine matsukawa-san. have a good evening.”

he watches as your small figure, drowning in a big cardigan, stumble away quickly, never once turning back. he returns the keys to wall excusing himself, thinking about the chilling tone of your voice as he walks home.

he has no idea how to approach you after that, as the weeks pass by he avoids mentioning it, questions piling up in his mind. he knows you can tell that he’s antsy (there’s no way you don’t) around you, but you still keep polite conversation and share his literature textbook with him. sometimes you leave snacks on his desk, he always accepts them. matsukawas latest hobby has been lying face down on his desk during lunch to eavesdrop on your conversations. he tries to reason that he’s just tired but he’s so far deep he knows he’s lying to himself.

“do you think guys like clips?”

“i don’t think they care enough to pay attention to stuff like that.”

“really? i can't speak for dudes since i don’t have a dick-“ matsukawa almost blows his cover by laughing at your words “but i think they would appreciate a cute hair clip. especially on a girl he’s into.”

“i feel like guys should get into clips. i think they’d look good in them.” all three of them hum.

“wanna see if they do?” you say standing up, he can feel you hover around his desk. your friends giggle already connecting the dots, even he connected them. “matsukawa-san, hey matsukawa-san. are you sleeping? psst” you whisper close enough to where he can feel your breath on his ears. he stays silent. he watches your feet turn around, he’s almost disappointed.

“dude, he’s sleeping. you sure he won’t beat you up when he wakes up?”

“that’s a bridge i’ll cross when i get there.” you turn back around, thin fingers grabbing tufts of his hair gently as to not wake him up and pins them down. one. two. three. four. there’s two on each side of his forehead, he can feel them. “so aya-chan? na-chan? what’s the verdict.”

“his head is down we can’t tell.” your friend says, he assumes is the blunt one in your friend group probably the one you call aya-chan. he sits up. “looks like you’ve crossed that bridge though.”

“good luck, but i was right guys do look good with clips,” your other friend laugh, but before you can turn around to face mastukawa he grabs you by your waist and pulls you down. you end up on his lap and if he wasn’t too busy tickling you, he would question the promiscuity of his actions.

“you know it’s super impolite to mess around with people when they’re sleeping. it’s probably considered bullying.”

“ah! mastukawa-san! i can't breathe, i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” you can barely get your words out, getting get off between loud laughs. people look over.

“are you sorry?”

“yes yes now stop please.” he stops tickling you but still holds an arm around your waist, you make no movement to get off his lap either instead turning and grabbing his face to do a one over. “oh my god, na-chan you were right!” letting go to turn your friends, who shoot him looks of apology. “guys look super cute with clips on! hey matsukawa-san if you wanna seem less scary you should wear clips, not that i think you’re scary.”

“i’m always right, i religiously study fashion magazines. that’s why you two always look so hot.”

“ah thank you for your diligence. maybe if you studied your math textbook we’d be able to hang out this summer but someone has to do summer classes.” you giggle at your friends banter reaching over to grab your phone.

“hey matsukawa-san, smile!” pulling and arm around him you bring the phone up. he smiles and throws up a peace sign and take a couple pictures. “you’re being oddly agreeable with this. give me your line ID i’ll send these to you.” you hop off and face him.

“you just want his line ID.” of course you do, matsukawa issei is a complete stud and you want him.

“and? he’s going to give it me regardless of my intentions.” you pass your phone to him and he takes it from your hand watching the cardigan slip through your arm revealing bruises trailing under your gold bracelet. he catches you staring and quickly you pull up your sleeves to you palms. “look! sweater paws.”

“you’re stupid, here.”

“she’s not that stupid. she’s top of our grade, you know?”

“why are you bragging when you have to do remedial courses,” matsukawa deadpans, trying to figure out what to call them since he didn’t know their names and he wasn’t about to call her na-chan.

“oh, this is natsume and that’s ayasaki.” you say catching his frown as you remove the clips. he nods. “do you want me to get you clips you looked really cute with them. we can match.”

“should we get him sparkly ones? like blue ones,” ayasaki questions.

“oh! and some white ones? so it matches his volleyball uniforms?” you add on.

“absolutely not, i only did it because she’s cute.” pulling you back down, you melt into him. i feel so small next to him, maybe it’s because his huge. i like it. a lot.

“no means no. hanamaki would not let me live it down.”

“well would you look at this matsukawa went and got him a girlfriend!” it was as if he was cursed, turning to see the shit eating grin plastered over hanamaki’s face as he steps into his classroom. oikawa and iwaizumi behind, following him inside. “and you let her put clips in your hair? what a simp.”

“im not a fucking simp, i was asleep and she’s not my girlfriend.”

“she’s on your lap.”

“it’s a punishment for messing with someone that was sleeping,” matsukawa states matter-of-factly. he hopes hanamaki will drop it, but of course he won’t. it’s hanamaki.

“so who is this girlfriend-chan? is she cute?” oikawa asks circling around his desk to get a good look at you. he bursts into a grin and he says your name, your first name. hanamaki repeats it.

“oh dude you scored. good for you.” hanamaki pats his back, turning to engage in conversation with you. “do you remember me? i was in your first year class. we never talked though.”

“ah yes i recall you almost got held back because of your math scores,” you say looking up from your phone, matsukawa’s phone rings in his pocket. iwaizumi laughs.

“it’s good to see you again! we haven’t talked since, like, middle school. hi natsume-chan! ayasaki-chan! you three still together?” they both look up from the magazine natsume was pointing at.

“oh but of course. you and iwaizumi still married?”

“absolutely not i would never-“

“yes! we’re going on a honeymoon soon.” iwaizumi smacks him.

“it’s good to see the three of you, though. i didn’t know you went here,” iwaizumi says smiling.

“well that’s because your head only thinks about oikawa and volleyball, no?” ayasaki raises her eyebrows, you and natsume hum in agreement.

“oh my how romantic,” you coon. “are we invited to the baby shower?” matsukawa laughs into your shoulder pulling you closer. he feels you’re small frame, the bulky cardigan doing nothing to hide the bones he can feel brush against him.

“you know for a punishment you both seem to oddly enjoy yourselves,” hanamaki points out. “but, dude, you were super cute before but you’re so pretty now! what’d you do? cocaine?”

“not all of us have debaucherous hobbies hanamaki-san.”

it only gets louder between the banter of his friend group and yours, but he can’t focus thoughts piling up on after the other. when the lunch bell rings, matsukawa has a headache and it’s not from the noise.

“first of all? fuck coach for making us do two practice games in a row, like, i get it we have inter-highs when we get back in the winter, but this is fucking brutal.” hanamaki proclaims, feet dragging. “second of all, he’s making us practice tomorrow too. i might as well jump off the tokyo tower.”

“do a flip on your way down,” matsukawa says pulling his phone out to check his line. he texted you about his practice matches and hasn’t been able to reply since then.

“you said it yourself hanamaki, we have inter-highs coming up. we want to go to finals and to do that we have to practice,” iwaizumi reasons, but even his voice is drowned in exhaustion. oikawa whines and begins to complain about ushijima at finals and matsukawa tunes out, having already heard this seven times today.

[you, 12:13 pm] good luck at your matches today, hope u win straight sets so u can go home fast. -w-

[matsukawa, 5:11 pm] only won one of the matches but both went into a third set im so fucken tired.

you reply immediately.

[you, 5:11 pm] bruh that’s terrible make sure to grab something to eat. idk what nutritionists would say but i’m sure they would agree with me

“do you guys wanna grab something to eat?” matsukawa interjecting oikawa’s vent, raising his eyebrows.

“oh my god mattsun, you’re absolutely genius,” matsukawa shoots him a shit eating grin. “let’s get ramen?” oikawa finishes. iwaizumi and hanamaki nod in agreement, the three of them dragging themselves towards the ramen shop on the main street.

[matsukawa, 5:14 pm] you should eat too, have you had dinner?

[you, 5:15 pm] no but ayachan and nachan want to grab food before we head home. we went to a cat cafe today look. (one image attached) cute right >///<

before he gets the chance to reply he hears loud laughing coming from the street crossing on to the one the four of them were on down. maybe the day wasn’t so bad because you walk out laughing at something ayasaki said. he’s stunned. bewildered. whatever the fuck kind of emotion he’s feeling he knows it’s because you’re just so pretty. he’s a lot for words as he gapes at you, eyes wide like saucers.

“look who it is! hi guys!” natsume shouts, dragging you and ayasaki with her, your arms are all linked. he can’t move.

“wow, it’s you three again! you’re always together,” oikawa teases, jabbing an elbow into mastukawas ribs. “there’s your little girlfriend,” he whispers, matsukawa can’t even respond, he’s just so flustered.

“whatcha guys up too, anyways?” hanamaki asks when the three of you arrive in front of them.

“oh we were hanging out and we wanted to grab some food before we head home, you guys just get out of practice? you look so fucking dead,” you ask shooting them looks of pity. oikawa sighs, about to respond when mastukawa reaches and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“you cut your hair.” and it looks good.

“in fact i did.” a blush covers your cheeks almost hidden behind the glow of the setting sun. maybe i’m talking to an angel, matsukawa thinks. “thoughts?”

“you look gorgeous.” matsukawa can’t even stop himself. when he catches what he says he coughs and turns away flustered. howling shouts come from hanamaki, iwaizumi and ayasaki.

“he’s right though, you look delightful. we’re going to get ramen do you guys want to join us?” iwaizumi asks, shooting a smirk to matsukawa. he doesn’t even have time to be panicking about the situation because ayasaki, of course, agrees.

when all of you are seated along the L-shaped bar in front of the cooks, you lean in to speak to matsukawa. you both are seated at the corner next to each other which was done intentionally by hanamaki and ayasaki. “why are you guys slaving away at practice anyways during summer break anyways? does the coach have a bounty on you or something?” you’re playing with your fingers, watching the server place your meal down in front of you.

“honestly dude,” he stops to let out the heaviest sigh you’ve ever heard. “i think at this point, irihata and oikawa teamed up to put us through hell and back.”

“homie you completely ignored my question, why?”

“oh shit my bad. we’re trying to get to get to finals, you know? inter highs start up right after summer break and oikawa has a bone to pick with the shiratorizawa captain.”

“so you guys are feeling the fruits of his planned revenge?” matsukawa nods, resting his face in the palm of his hand. you shoot him a look of pity, reaching over to pat his head, his hair is so soft. “don’t worry i’m sure you’ll get your revenge, if not you can call out for your mom again” matsukawa’s face flushes and he grabs your wrists pulling you in.

“you. i thought we agreed to never mention that again,” he hissed under his breath, looking around to see if any of the other third years were eavesdropping. they weren’t. “i thought we had an agreement. i thought we were comrades. i thought-”

“matsukawa-san, matsukawa-san shhh! i’m sorry it’s fun to tease you. i promise i’ll make it so only i can make fun of you for that.” you giggle. “since we’re comrades and all.”

“i don’t wanna be your comrade anymore.”

“here take my gyoza and stop pouting, you’re cuter when you’re smiling.” you reach over and place all your gyoza into his bowl shooting him a blinding grin. “but that’s not to say you’re not cute when you’re pouting.”

“if i’m cute, what are you?” you frown, is he calling me ugly. he waves his hand through the air as if to will away your thoughts. “not like that. you’re pretty, pretty fucking cute.”

“you know, you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.” you watch him eat as you poke at your own meal. he eats well, you smile. as the seven of you finish up your meals, you excuse yourself to the restroom. matsukawa thinks it’s suspect considering most of your bowl is full, so he follows you.

you know man your reputation for a full on creep is just expanding.

as he steps into the bathroom he seeks you hunched over, cursing spilling past your lips along with the food you forced down. you freeze, turning to look at him as he locks the door.

“i’m almost positive breaking into a bathroom is some kind of crime,” you state as if matsukawa didn’t just see you force yourself to throw up.

“i’m fully aware i’m not supposed to be in here, but i got worried, sue me.” you raise your eyebrows as him resting your arms on the toilet seat. he grimaces realizing you’re sitting on the bathroom floors. in a public bathroom. “also if you’re going to go to the bathroom as least lock the door.”

“it sounds like matsukwa issei already knew about this.”

“stop talking about it like it’s a joke.” matsukawa says grabbing tissues to wet them and pass to you. ”at least get defensive or something. i had my suspicions, saw things i shouldn’t have. i’m sorry about that.”

“don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong. i’m sorry for worrying you, but i don’t see this as anything of your concern.” you reach over to take the napkins from him, but he instead cleans your face for you. wiping away the spit and tears gently.

“wash your hands.” his voice left no room for argument, so you wobbled your way over to the sink and finished cleaning yourself. when you finish and turn to face him he lifts you on to the sink, trapping you in between his arms. “it’s not my concern but i’m going to concern myself with it. you’re hurting yourself.”

“so what, i’d rather hurt myself then have other people hurt me because of the way i look.” you're eyes are glassed over avoiding his and your voice is shaking, the raw emotions spilling out in contrast to your deadpan face. you guess that’s why you’re attracted to matsukawa, you’re both hide behind laid back personalities storing away a barricade of feelings gently stirring and building up. “don’t involve yourself with me anymore. i know it’s just going to be another weight on your shoulders. you’re too caring to pretend like you didn’t see it.”

“you don’t deserve that, there’s nothing that warrants this and you know that.” matsukawa sounds desperate, you know that he probably is. “i won’t let other people hurt you, i’ll protect you i promise. so please don’t push me away.”

“you’ll protect me huh.” you lean back against the mirror to look up at him. “what does that even mean.” he blinks.

“well actually i don’t know yet, but i want to figure it out with you. i want to support you and help you because i don’t want you to be alone in this, you know?” matsukawa was fumbling his words, he was nervous he couldn’t make you stay but he hoped to every god that you wouldn’t walk away. “like, i know i don’t know what to do, but i’m willing to try and figure it out. i know it’s gotta be lonely especially when your friends are bent over backwards for magazine models, and like, dude, i like you so much and i just-”

“matsukawa-san”

“yes”

“are you confessing to me in the bathroom of a ramen restaurant?” matsukawa nods, shamelessly. you think this is the most matsukawa confession to exist, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the boy you pined over since first year found out about your dirty little secret and didn’t turn you way. he offered his and and wore his heart on his sleeve for you, who are you to turn him away. “i don’t know where we would go from here either, but i’d like it if we figured it out together.” matsukawa leans in closer to you, grabbing you by the back of your neck gently and pulling your face into his before you can object. when you break away your frown deepens, “you just kissed me with vomit breath.”

“it’s okay you’re the person i’ll kiss with vomit breath since we‘re comrades.”

“you shouldn’t call your girlfriend comrade, it doesn’t give me butterflies.”

“oh? so you’re my girlfriend now?”

“what, you don’t wanna date me?”

“oh absolutely i do. i’m honored to have the pleasure of being your boyfriend.” matsukawa teases as he pulls you down. your reply gets shut down by a wave of texts that blows up matsukawa’s phone.

[hanamaki, 6:03 pm] ayo casanova wya dude ???? are you getting your dick sucked in the bathroom that’s dirty she’s too cute for that anyways we paid and we’re heading out >.< stay safe muah

[iwaizumi, 6:05 pm] we left but you’re going to have to explain yourself tomorrow.

[oikawa, 6:06 pm] mattsun!! tell us about your salacious bathroom endeavors tomorrow at practice <333

you follow him out of the restrooms, leaning over to look at his messages and laugh, point to your phone which shows a string of messages of similar nature from ayasaki and natsume.

as you and matsukawa walk hand in hand down the streets of miyagi you can’t help but notice the butterflies blossom from the pits of your stomach exploding towards your beating heart.

“i’m thankful you’re the one who found out i don’t think i would want it be anyone else.”

“i wouldn’t want it to be anyone else either.”

as the twinkling street lights cheered you on, you stepped forward towards the future knowing you had matsukawa to lean on.

#matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #haikyuu x y/n #haikyu x reader #issei x y/n #tw eating disorder #tw purging #idk bro don’t read this #i hate this for real #/mattsun

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Unprofessional-Brock Rumlow x Reader (Part 2)

(GIF credit to @wintersthighs)

Tags: @nekoannie-chan @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'Hello! Can I please ask for a part 2 of unprofessional? I really love that one'

Summary: (Y/N) prepares herself for her training with Rumlow, but as they spar, he gets her to rethink if she even wants to be in a relationship after what she's been through.

Part 1

Characters: Brock Rumlow x Reader (made up characters are included)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

(Y/F/C)=Your favourite colour

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, sexual tension, slight violence, fluff

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"So I hear that Agent Rumlow is giving you a personal training session?" Director Fury said as we finished going through the agenda for that day.

"Sir?" I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"I had no idea you wanted to improve your physical skills."

"I'm sorry sir, should I have asked for your permission first?"

"No, I just find it strange." he had a smirk on his face.

"Why is that?"

"You're pretty much trained in the field of attacks and defending yourself, so you feel unqualified?"

"No, Agent Rumlow offered me some training. He pointed out that I wasn't aas sharp as I could be after witnessing yesterday's...incident."

"And he said that to you straight after the incident?"

I nodded.

He chuckled."He is a brave man."

My face dropped at his sarcasm, he was enjoying this. He dismissed me, and I returned to my office. I tried to focus on my work, but I couldn't; there were so many spelling mistakes, almost every five seconds, and I was becoming tired of myself doing it over and over again. I knew what was wrong. Brock was on my mind, that man who was so handsome that it should have been illegal. I recalled back to the times where I saw him come back from an intense mission, his face covered in bruising, stitches still fresh with specks of stained blood, but he somehow looked radiant; I would wince when I saw it, just like I would when catching a glimpse of a football game, all those gorgeous men being battered, what a waste.

"Hey," Yasmin, my friend and colleague, knocked on my door,"you having a late lunch today?"

"Hm?" my head darted up.

"You didn't join us today, we tried texting you."

"Oh, sorry. I've been catching up on work. I had lunch at my desk."

"I'm in need of a coffee break, you wanna join?"

I glanced at the clock."Actually Yasmin, I'm afraid I have a prior engagement."

"A prior engagement?"

"Come in and close the door."

She knew I was going to tell her some sort of gossip, and she excitedly shut the door, almost skipping towards the chair opposite my desk.

I couldn't help but laugh at her expression as she waited for me to speak."OK, so you know what happened yesterday?"

"You putting that bitch in her place, yes, I vividly remember the enjoyment."

"Well, Agent Brock Rumlow-"

"Leader of the S.T.R.I.K.E team and only the hardest man to get in the entirety of S.H.I.E.L.D, yes."

I rolled my eyes at her."That man has offered me a one on one training session at three."

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock."Are you serious?!"

I nodded.

"Well, what have you brought to wear?"

"Oh, nothing much, just the skimpiest, shortest dress I have with a plunging neckline for my cleavage, and my stripper heels."

"Oh, shut up! Come on, have you brought your cute (Y/F/C) two piece, gym set?"

"...Of course I did."

Yasmin punched both arms in the air."Yes! Oh my god it's happening. What did I say? What did I say?!"

"Yasmin, you're getting way too excited. I bet he literally just wants to train me. Brock wouldn't go out with a secretary."

"Uh, I'm sorry but a secretary is one of the most sexiest positions out there...and I'm not talking about actual sex, just the fact that men like it-"

"Oh my god stop!" I laughed."I'm not getting my hopes up anyway."

"Oh come on," Yasmin moaned,"he wouldn't have offered this for no reason. He is always busy."

"OK I have to get ready now." I stood, hoping she caught the hint.

She understood."You are definitely getting lunch with me tomorrow, and joining me on all my coffee breaks to tell me everything!"

I laughed as she squealed."I promise I will, as long as I can still walk."

She gasped.

"That wasn't supposed to be sexual!"

Heading to the women's locker room, I changed out of my work clothes, spending way too long looking at myself in the mirror. Should I have a high ponytail or a low one? Which one framed my face better?

"What are you doing?" I mumbled to myself.

What if he really did want to just train me? And what if I was putting in way too much effort? I could walk into the gym and make an idiot of myself, Brock could end up just laughing at me. As I made my way to the gym, I was more and more nervous. He wasn't there yet, but I felt like he was about to jump out at any point.

Once again, I caught my reflection in the surrounding mirrors, turning around to check the back of my body, sticking out my arse slightly.

"You look great, stop worrying." Brock startled me as he swaggered in, wearing a tighter top than usual.

I didn't reply, too embarrassed to even think about an answer.

"You sure you're ready for this?" he smirked.

"You're not going to go easy on me, are you?" I smiled, clasping my hands together so I wouldn't fidget.

"Of course not. But I think you can take it."

He started with a warm up, and I followed, nothing was said but I was grateful for that. I desperately tried to concentrate on myself, but who wouldn't take the risk to watch an insanely fit man working out beside you.

He swiftly grabbed a pair of boxing gloves, explaining how I should properly punch as he put them on me. As we stood in front of the punching bag, I did as I was instructed, blocking out Brock and imagining Victoria's face in front of me. It was evident who I wa thinking about, because Brock stopped me.

"I must say, that's much better than yesterday." Brock said.

"Well, yesterday was a bit more of an impulse." I admitted as I took off the gloves, grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat.

"True. Your form isn't as bad as I thought it was."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be."

I was surprisingly happy to be slightly red from the workout, a good way to cover up my blushing.

"It's not like your enemies tell you they're about to attack," I pointed out,"it could be at any moment."

He suddenly grabbed my arm and twisted it back behind me."How right you are."

I quickly reacted and kicked his knee in, making him bend slightly. This made it easy for me to flip backwards over his shoulder, kicking him to the ground. As he grabbed my ankle, I straddled him as to not fall onto my back; however, he was too fast for me, and kicked his legs up so flipped over him, landing harshly on my back. There was no time to groan though, as his fist came flying towards me and I blocked it. Both of us managed to get back onto our feet throwing punch after punch, attacking in all corners. But knowing that Brock was much more skilled, he was able to take me down, landing flat on my back again. I tapped his arm as we took a breath, sensing he also wanted this to end.

"That was quite impressive." he panted.

I breathlessly laughed."Thank you. God, I haven't had this much adrenaline since...well actually yesterday."

"You're not as rusty as I thought."

"I'm surprised too. It's been ages since I was actually in the field." I took another deep breath, finally feeling my heart beat slow down."Can I ask you something?"

He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I took it, still surprised by his strength as he easily hauled me to my feet.

He answered my as he grabbed us two water bottles."Go ahead."

"Why did you offer this session? Really?"

He scoffed."You'll just laugh at me."

I took a swig of water, confused by his statement."So it wasn't just to improve my technique?"

"None of us have much of a social life outside of work, right?"

"Right." I dragged out the word.

"So where's the time for personal life? Like...dating?"

How did he seem so confident yet so shy?

"Uh, y-yeah. I suppose we don't."

"I'm fucking useless at this shit." he chuckled to himself.

"Brock," I boldly took a step closer,"of you wanted to ask me out, I would have agreed."

"So this wasn't the best tactic to ask you out?" he joked.

"I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. Come on then, when are you free this week?"

"Actually, I have the weekend off."

"Perfect. I'm sure I can swap my schedules around. Get one of the interns to take over."

"You think Fury is gonna let you do that?"

"I'm secretly his favourite...or at least I think I am. And I haven't had asked for a weekend off in ages."

"It's not something we really do."

Without discussing it, we both headed out of the gym, side by side.

"No, but I'm going to. If the world is ending, they can call the Avengers, we'll be busy."

One of his eyebrows cocked up."If it's the end of the world we really will be busy."

I humorously scoffed at his statement, though didn't reject it. I leaned against the wall next to the locker room door."You really are a brave man."

"You better get this weekend off." he demanded as he started walking backwards, keeping eye contact with me.

"Don't you worry your little head agent." I confidently winked, disappearing into the locker room.

As the door shut, I sprinted to my locker, fumbling with the lock before pulling my bag out of it. I desperately tried to find my phone, almost screaming with joy when I grabbed it. I couldn't unlock it fast enough, quickly pulling up my texts as my fingers tapped away at the screen.

To Yasmin:

You are never going to believe what's happened! Actually you will. But I need you to come to mine and help me pick an outfit...and lingerie xx

#Brock rumlow #brock rumlow one shot #brock rumlow imagines #brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow imagine #brock rumlow #Marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #marvel film #marvel movie #Marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel one shot #marvel x reader

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kanasmusings · 6 years ago

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[Translation] StarMyu Third STAGE Drama CD - Track 4

Here’s Track 4~! It’s finally Nanjo and Ren time!!!!!! My babies~!!! God, as much as I love KENN’s voice, listening to the “sweet-talking” he did as Toraishi was just super uncomfortable XD I particularly like this track because I learned so much about Ren from it ♡(｡- ω -)

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Under the cut, enjoy~!

Track 04: [第3幕:虎石と北原の部屋にて] “Chapter 3: Inside Toraishi and Kitahara’s Room”

[0:00]

UGAWA: Chapter 3: Inside Toraishi and Kitahara’s Room.

(phone ringing)

(Kitahara blasting music from his headphones while Toraishi talks on the phone)

TORAISHI: Ah, hello, little kitten~ Sorry, is this a bad time?

TORAISHI: Hm? The reference book? For real? I forgot about it.

TORAISHI: Ah, don’t worry, it’s okay. It’s not really something I’d use every day.

TORAISHI: It’s my fault for asking for help with homework when we finally had time to be together.

TORAISHI: Hm? What is it~? You love looking at me while we’re studying~?

TORAISHI: You’re such a maniac~

TORAISHI: (chuckles) Okay, I’ll come and get the book next time so, teach me again, okay~?

TORAISHI: Onee-san~

(music starts getting louder)

TORAISHI: (groans) Wait a sec okay, little kitten~

TORAISHI: Kitahara! I can hear your music!

TORAISHI: Hey, Kitahara!

NANJO: He can’t hear you, Toraishi. He’s got it at max volume, you know?

TORAISHI: Ah, Nanjo.

TORAISHI: Geez, you’re so noisy even when someone’s on the phone.

NANJO: By the way, for me personally, both of the noises you’re making are a nuisance.

TORAISHI: Ugh… Ah, I’m sorry, little kitten.

TORAISHI: I’ll call you back later. (he blows a kiss and hangs up)

TORAISHI: I’m done, Kitahara!

TORAISHI: Don’t invade my time with a cute little kitten, for god’s sake.

(Kitahara pauses his music and takes his headphones off)

KITAHARA: You too, Izumi. Stop talking all flirty when I’m enjoying my free time. You’re so guilty.

TORAISHI: Well obviously, guys just won’t understand the power of my sweet and silky voice~

NANJO: I get that you’re popular and all but, you keep talking to different girls whenever I’m here to play, huh.

NANJO: To me personally, instead of it sounding sweet, you just sound like a male cat in heat.

REN: (smiles) Koki, if you’re gonna say that then at least call him a wild cat.

NANJO: (laughs) You’re good, Ren!

REN/NANJO: (laughs)

TORAISHI: Ah-ah. Whenever I hang out with you guys, you’re always quick to say something about me so I don’t like it.

(knocking on door)

NANJO: Hm?

TORAISHI: Yeah, door’s open!

(door opens)

UGAWA: Hello~! Is Toraishi-kun here?

TORAISHI: Oh.

REN: Heya, shrimpy!

UGAWA: Geh…!

NANJO: Hello, Ugawa.

UGAWA: Good afternoon, Nanjo-kun.

(Ugawa closes the door)

UGAWA: Toraishi-kun’s still lazing about?

UGAWA: That’s such bad manners.

TORAISHI: Nothing’s wrong with lazing about in my own room, y’know?

REN: So, what’s up? You staying over again? Isn’t it still too early for that?

UGAWA: I’m not! And what do you mean by ‘again’?! I haven’t been here that many times!

TORAISHI: Pretty rich coming from the guy who has a sleeping bag in our room.

REN: True. Put it somewhere else. It’s in the way, y’know? You’re guilty.

UGAWA: Give me your bed then, Toraishi-kun.

TORAISHI: I don’t lend my bed to boys. If it was a girl then, we’d sleep together~

UGAWA: You’re the worst.

NANJO: He’s got no chastity at all that it kinda feels refreshing to see~

NANJO: Anyway, Ugawa. You came here to talk to Toraishi about something, didn’t you?

UGAWA: Ah, yeah. Are you free tonight, Toraishi-kun? Everyone in Team Otori’s asking if you’d like to eat curry with us later.

TORAISHI: Oh! Is it something Nayuki-chan made?

UGAWA: Yeah, looks like it.

TORAISHI: I’ll have some! The oden he made during New Year’s, the hotpot he made when you all came to my house, and the lunched boxes he made for the graduation party were all so delicious!

TORAISHI: Wouldn’t Nayuki-chan be perfect if he wasn’t a dude?

UGAWA: Yeah, uh… That’s offensive so don’t say that to him, got it?

REN: You guys are so chummy with Team Otori as usual.

REN: You hang out too much.

NANJO: I’ve heard about it but you guys get along so well, huh.

TORAISHI: Hm~ How do I put it… I guess we’ve got a bond.

TORAISHI: As teams and as individuals.

NANJO: I see. Your team’s Princess and Knight were in the same middle school as Team Otori’s thoroughbred.

UGAWA: Hm? “Princess and Knight” were Tatsumin and Saru-kun’s nicknames back in middle school.

UGAWA: You know about it, too, Nanjo-kun?

NANJO: Didn’t I tell you before? Ren and I are from Ayanagi’s middle school, too.

NANJO: We were in the normal course so we didn’t have much chances to talk with the Princess but, those three were famous in our grade, you know?

UGAWA: (excited) Heh~!

REN: Team Otori’s Kuga went to the same school as Izumi, right?

REN: Kuga came all the way here to take care of you when you got sick, didn’t he?

UGAWA: What? Is that true? Kuga-kun’s really diligent, huh?

TORAISHI: Pretty much.

REN: That time, I switched rooms with Kuga for a bit.

UGAWA: Eh?! Th-then, Kitahara-kun… You slept in the same room as Tsukigami-kun?!

TORAISHI: (laughs) He got scolded pretty bad, right?

REN: (smiles) Yeah. Every time I tried to talk to him that night, he kept telling me to “cut it out and just sleep, will you?”

TORAISHI: (laughs) That’s so funny.

NANJO: Ren gets excited when his environment changes after all.

NANJO: The other time, when we went to Sazanami-senpai’s house for training camp, he got excited when he got to the dojo that he suddenly exclaimed, “I’m gonna do a hundred reps!” or something~

UGAWA: Ain’t that stupid?

REN: But, I couldn’t defeat Sazanami-senpai no matter how hard I tried!

REN: Even though I’m a belter in karate, too.

REN: That sort of strength should be illegal in a person, hey~! He’s guilty!

TORAISHI: You sound pretty excited though. (smiles)

NANJO: Ren’s got muscles for brains after all~ That’s why he likes going against strong opponents.

NANJO: By the way, for me personally, I think that’s a cute part of him~

[05:52]

NANJO: I’m pretty sure he did martial arts because he could get rivals there but, he entered the entertainment industry after he got scouted before entering middle school.

NANJO: And then, his father told him, “If you’re going to pursue this path then, you might as well study in the best school,” you know?

NANJO: You started training to get into Ayanagi Academy’s Musical Department and now you’re continuing on with this path, aren’t you?

REN: Pretty much. But, I can do my training anytime anywhere.

REN: I can always do it even after graduation. Right now, my top priority is taking the top spot in Ayanagi Academy.

REN: I might have experience as a model and in dramas but I’m pretty new in musicals after all.

REN: I did hesitate at first but—

NANJO: Sazanami-senpai said, “Musicals and martial arts are the same. As long as you have strength of heart to challenge it, you can master it. As long as you can produce results then, that’s all that matters.”

NANJO: Well, that’s what he told us but it was perfect for Ren, wasn’t it~?

NANJO: I’m grateful for senpai, too.

TORAISHI/UGAWA: Heh~

[06:57]

NANJO: By the way, for me personally, my only worry is that no one can compete against us since Sazanami-senpai’s way of teaching was so perfect~

NANJO: We might have given the top spot to the Star of Stars during our performance as first years but, we didn’t lose when it came to performance either.

NANJO: When we stand on the same stage and work under the same conditions then, I think we’d probably win~

REN: Totally. Geez, you’re all no competition.

REN: But, anyway, my principle is doing things perfectly as long as I’m doing them.

REN: Be it a musical or whatever, I’m guilty as long as it’s not the top.

REN: I also wanna try co-starring with Sazanami-senpai as his student after all.

REN: Sorry but, our team will be taking the 2nd year training roles for the graduation ceremony.

TORAISHI/UGAWA: …!

TORAISHI: (scoffs) That’s interesting.

UGAWA: Hmph~ There’s no way we’d lose after you just said that.

UGAWA: Don’t underestimate Tatsumin, Saru-kun, and me, got it?

TORAISHI: Hey! Where did Inumine and I go?

UGAWA: Can’t hear you!!!

TORAISHI: You’re listening right now!

NANJO/REN: (scoffs)

[08:11]

UGAWA: Ah, that’s right! I almost forgot.

UGAWA: I just remembered it after talking about us being 2nd years. Team Otori said that dinnertime could be used for a social gathering so, he asked if the other teams would like to join, too.

TORAISHI: A social gathering? Heh~ Isn’t that nice?

TORAISHI: Hoshitani suggested it, didn’t he?

UGAWA: How’d you know?

TORAISHI: It seems like something Hoshitani would think of~!

TORAISHI: That guy’s communication skills are off the charts.

UGAWA: Ah… That is true.

REN: Hoshitani? Oh, you mean that Miracle Hoshitani?

TORAISHI: Yup. He’s a bit strange but he’s interesting and he’s a really nice guy.

TORAISHI: Are you joining, Team Sazanami?

REN: I am interested in Miracle Hoshitani but, we have a meeting right after this.

NANJO: Sazanami-senpai told us to go and train our bodies still even on days without rehearsal so the team meets up during those times.

NANJO: It turned into a weekly thing before we realized.

NANJO: We promised to go have dinner after our meeting today so, we’ll have to decline.

REN: Well, we’ll meet each other even if we don’t like it once we become 2nd years.

REN: A social gathering’s not really necessary, you know?

NANJO: Miracle Hoshitani’s really strange, huh~

UGAWA: I guess he is, now that I think about it.

UGAWA: Though, he seems like he’s ordinary sometimes, too.

TORAISHI: I feel you!

REN: Huh?

NANJO: (chuckles)

UGAWA: Then, all of Team Sazanami won’t be participating, huh.

UGAWA: Toraishi-kun, can you go ask Team Akatsuki and Team Yuzuriha, too?

TORAISHI: Okay~

NANJO: We’ll go tell Team Yuzuriha if you want.

NANJO: We’re going back to the 2nd Dorm for our meeting anyway.

REN: Ah, all of Team Yuzuriha is in the 2nd Dorm.

TORAISHI: Really? Then, I’ll leave it to you.

REN: But—

TORAISHI/UGAWA: Huh?

REN: Do you think those guys would participate, Koki?

NANJO: Well… For me personally, I wouldn’t count on it.

TORAISHI: Ah… Team Yuzuriha’s leader is…

UGAWA: He’s strange but in a different way from Hoshitani-kun, huh.

NANJO: Plus, that guy really hates me, you know~?

NANJO: There’s a possibility that he’d ignore it if I’m the one who asked.

UGAWA: That’s not good!

REN: But, those guys ignore anyone who calls out to them even out of consideration.

REN: If Miracle Hoshitani has a lot of communication skills, the other guy has lost his somewhere and can’t find it.

NANJO: Well, we’ll still try anyway.

TORAISHI: Ah, I’ll go tell Hoshitani not to get his hopes up.

REN: Let’s go, Koki.

NANJO: Yeah. (Nanjo opens the door)

NANJO: See you then, Toraishi, Ugawa.

TORAISHI: Team Yuzuriha’s Ageha Riku, huh…

TORAISHI: He seems like a formidable guy like they say…

UGAWA: Definitely.

==END==

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#starmyu #high school star musical #drama cd #starmyu translations #my translations #toraishi izumi #kitahara ren #nanjo koki #ugawa akira #yo it's canon that nanjo thinks ren is cute~#and i guess it's canon that ugawa sleeps at his teammates rooms when he gets scared of something XD #these boys are really too pure lmao

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leejeongz · 6 years ago

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Stray kids reaction to their s/o’s ex

🤗idk if this is what you wanted but I wrote this anyway so I hope you enjoy, sorry🤗

Bang Chan:

A night out is just what you needed. Work was very stressful these days and the deadlines were closer than you ever thought so one night away from all that really would help (even though you knew it wouldn't). You got all glammed up and chan did too. As a little present, chan brought you some new perfume so you decided to wear it tonight.

“Let’s roll baby you look HOTTTT” he shouted getting into the taxi. Soon enough you reached the club. VIP admittance of course, Chan couldn't be bothered to wait in line... ever. You sat down in the modern egg chairs while chan brought you some drinks.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice asked you while you spun around to see who it was.

“Oh I didn’t know they allowed rats in the VIP area” you snapped, turning back around to see chan stood with two drinks.

“Y/n? Who’s that? Do you guys know each other?” he asked flicking his head up in your ex’s direction.

“You smell really nice, honey” your ex said leaning down placing his head on your neck.

“Yeah it’s the perfume I brought them so how about you run along and go spoil your s/o, oh wait you can’t get one for yourself that's why you have to unsuccessfully try and steal other people’s” Chan said with a stern look on his face. He put down the drinks, grabbed your hand, pulled you out of the chair and kissed you passionately right in front of your ex. All your ex could do was drink your drinks out of spite.

Woojin:

Yours and Woojin’s hand felt perfect in each others. Neither of you had any objections when it came to showing each other off in public. You were just going on a nice afternoon walk when you saw the “new parenting group” coming out of the community centre across the road. You know your ex had recently become a father but never in a million years did you expect him and his new girlfriend to join that group, far too mature and sensible for them you guessed.

“Y/n, you haven’t congratulated us yet!” Your ex shouted dragging his girlfriend across the road. “Aw look you’re holding hands, only another 700 years till you ever progress to actually looking into his eyes. Remember when we didn’t kiss for what the first year?”

Woojin’s hand never left yours. He began to speak for you. “Just because we are in a relationship doesn’t mean we have to have sex every night, and pop out children after 3 days” Woojin didn’t hold back. You’d never seen him like this before, especially when he firmly pulled you away from the speechless pair.

Lee Know:

He staggered his way over to you in the street, his usual way of walking.

“Y/n you know that guy?” Minho laughed. You shook your head even though you knew him far too well. “He’s coming this way, shit I think he might want to buy some drugs or something.”

“Hey babe long time no see” your ex slurred out, he’d clearly been drinking but that wasn’t your problem anymore.

“Erm babe?” Minho quoted, a puzzled look becoming more and more apparent on his face.

“Ohhh you must be the new guy, be careful with her, the first sight of fun and she’s out” your ex explained putting his hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder. You’d told him of this ex many times. How he was really into partying and doing drugs and that reallllly wasn’t your style.

Minho shrugged off his hand and put his own arm over your shoulder.

“That’s cute you think illegal activity is fun, how about you get your life together before you start ruining everyone else’s” Minho’s voice got louder with every word, almost like he was going to cry. That’s when you knew Minho was the one.

“Come on babe” he strutted away with you securely under his arm leaving your ex with nothing but the bottle of cheap vodka in his hands.

Changbin:

Well parties weren’t usually where you and Changbin would be but you couldn’t really say no to Jisung. He’d been planning it for months and most of the other members had gone home during their break. Changbin said it would be you two and a few of Jisung’s old friends that he didn’t know. You and Changbin walked in hand in hand to the dorms as if Changbin didn’t live there and wasn’t there just 20 minutes ago before Jisung told him to go to make him look more popular by looking like a couple of his friends. You spotted Jisung and pulled Changbin towards him to go and say happy birthday for the 73rd time today.

“Oh y/n, that guy over there thinks you’re cute. He didn’t want me to tell you though” Jisung said pointing to your ex.

“That prick” you muttered catching Changbins attention.

“Listen here” Changbin announced, edging closer to your ex with his fist in a threatening position. “Speak like that about my s/o again and you’ll be 6ft under” Jisung tried to pull him back. “Get out of my house before you regret it” and with that your ex left leaving Changbin kind of ashamed but happy that he stood up for you for the first time.

Even if Changbin didn’t know it was your ex, he still felt he should stand up for you, even if his reaction could have been seen as excessive or whatever.

Hyunjin:

As if it wasn’t annoying enough to have to deal with disgusting stays hating on you for being in a relationship with Hyunjin, you now had to deal with your ex who had recently become a jyp trainee. He was always at the building and seemed to have grown quite close to stray kids, excluding Hyunjin who knew exactly who he was. One evening you went over to your boyfriend’s dorm to watch a movie with his friends.

“Oh you’re here” you said rolling your eyes as you spotted your ex making some popcorn in the kitchen.

“Yeah like the good old days! We even used to cuddle on your parents black leather sofa” he laughed pointing at the pretty much identical sofa in the living room of the dorms.

“Well that won’t be happening tonight, pal” Hyunjin intervened “y/n put your shoes on Babe, we’re going out”

Saying no clearly wasn’t an option and as soon as you left the house Hyunjin started to apologise.

“He’s practically indoctrinated the others, I’m so sorry, I did tell them not to invite him! They just wouldn’t listen to me! At least you’re out now though, don’t let him get to you, especially when I’m here”

Han:

Was your ex obsessed with you? Maybe.

Every time you posted a picture of you and Jisung he’d message you saying you look cute, like he didn’t even see Jisung besides you.

You didn’t want to block him and cause unnecessary drama so you decided just to disallow messages from him. The next post, a picture of yours and Jisung’s hands tightly in each other’s showing off your matching couple rings, you never expected your ex to comment but he did.

“Even your hands look cute, even cuter when they are in mine”

Jisung commented back within seconds “aw I’m glad you like my hand, maybe it would look good slapping your face.”

You didn’t want to admit it after such cruel words but you felt safe even when he wasn’t with you. Your ex soon deleted the comment and Jisung messaged you multiple times asking if it was too much even though he knew you couldn’t say no.

(this gif doesn’t go but angry jisung is no where to be seen so accept it)

Felix:

Who was this boy you were laughing with? Felix’s conversation was interrupted when he noticed you and some boy he’d never seen before laughing together with your friend.

“Ugh yeah bud that’s great I got to go” he said tapping Chan on the shoulder as he passed him abruptly. He sprinted over to you and threw his arm over your shoulder.

“I never want to see you get hurt, but if you wanna be with him then I guess it’s unavoidable ” and with that you stormed off leaving your friend and your ex.

“Hey hey babe what happened?” Felix asked running slightly to keep up with you but slowing you both down when he reached you.

“Her, him that what’s happened. That guy he’s my ex, the one that cheated on me with my own sister. And now my friend is wanting to be in a relationship with him. I’m not angry at her, but I know he’s gonna hurt her and I’ve told her so many times and she hasn’t listened”

Felix embraced you tightly, he didn’t care that you were in public.

“But wait, why were you laughing?” Felix asked pulling back from the hug.

“It was a fake laugh Felix, you need to learn how to do that babe” you joked, he’d cheered you up without either of you even realising it.

Seungmin:

Sluggishly typing away in your school’s technology room, you and Seungmin sat silently while finishing your homework when suddenly the door swung open. You paid no attention to the student who had made his way over to you and sat on the table next to you.

“Ah some things never change do they” the boy said, sighing while watching you work. “Still the nerd of the school with one friend it seems” he said throwing himself off the table onto his feet.

You looked up to see the arrogant boy to be your ex.

“Sorry who are you, and why does it matter?” Seungmin questioned viciously much like he hadn’t thought before he spoke.

“Oh I’m y/n’s ex, I made her cool for a month but she wasn’t fit for it so... I dumped her” he seemed proud of what he was saying which angered Seungmin more.

“You think you’re cool huh? So tell me why you’re in here... alone, two hours after school has ended. If I didn’t know any better maybe you’re the freakish one in constant need of human interaction” Seungmin snapped “so you came in here to talk to MY s/o since you don’t have one for yourself. Nice going” he hit print on his work almost breaking the mouse as he did so.

(this is the meanest gif I could find of satan himself wth)

I.N:

He peeked over your shoulder as you stared down at the message you just received.

“I see my replacement is a pretty boy” it read. You thought you blocked your ex’s number but he probably got a new phone, that was the only explanation.

“Who’s that” Jeongin asked as he looked from the phone to you and back down to the phone again.

You realised there was no point in lying.

“It’s my ex, he’s really not that nice, he never was”

Just as you finished your sentence your phone beeped again.

“You know I’ll always love you, I’d love you better than he would.”

“Just block him for now y/n, just give me a second”

Jeongin left the room to grab his own phone. Soon enough he was calling your ex with a no caller id saying that it was his maths teacher that he had just text that message to just to mess with him. yeah it was funny at the time but your ex never did it again.

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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harunoheart · 6 years ago

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Oneirophrenia C4

Oneiropherenia C4

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Sasuke Uchiha

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Naruto had every right to brag about his house, it was very impressive. It was brand new, modern architecture with a very refined classic look. At first glance I couldn’t fathom how they afforded a house so big but I had forgotten he married the Hyuuga princess. No doubt a sizable portion of the property was paid off by her family.

Hinata greeted us at the door, her dark, pin straight hair perfectly contrasting Naruto’s wild blonde.

“I’m so glad you made it!” She said smiling. “Sasuke-kun, welcome to our home,” she bowed politely. I lowered my head in a small bow back.

Naruto jumped up the stairs into the foyer and kissed Hinata on the cheek before tossing his shoes onto the bench by the door. “Come on in guys! I’ll get some sake ready! I still have the fancy bottle Tsunade Obaa-chan gave us for our wedding!”

Sakura and I followed him into the house, with Sakura offering to help Hinata in the kitchen. I followed them to the living room area which was much more spacious than I anticipated. Definitely Hyuuga money.

The back of the house sat on a hill just high enough to see a view of the Hokage monument on the mountain. Kakashi’s face carved stoic and protective next to the others. It was strange, thinking about my teacher as Hokage. Kakashi never really struck me as the type.

He seemed to be doing alright, though. Despite all the chaos and the recent ANBU captain being exposed for illegal drugs and treason.

I pushed the thought aside and tried to focus on the scene in the kitchen instead. Hinata was mixing up some kind of sauce in a pan while Sakura chopped up the vegetables and put them in a colander beside the sink. I watched her rinse everything, smiling and chatting with Hinata about how her clinic was doing. Naruto pulled a large fancy bottle of sake out from the very top shelf and began to set up the water to boil.

Then a knock came at the door.

“Ah! Sai’s here!” Naruto exclaimed and ran to the door.

“Oh look you remembered to answer the door this time.” I heard a male voice say sarcastically.

“Shut up, asshole.” Naruto groaned, “Hey, Ino!”

Oh no...

Yamanaka Ino?

I just had a flashback from the ninja academy of her pressing herself against me way too often. She’s with Sai? How the hell did that happen? So many questions raced through my mind before I caught Sakura’s panicked expression a couple seconds before she shifted it into a polite excitement.

“Ino! It’s so good to see you!” She rinsed off her hands in the sink and ran to hug the blonde. Ino bounced into the room, blonde hair practically dragging on the floor and Sai came walking around the corner with Naruto right behind him.

“Oh! Sasuke-kun is here.” He said.

It’s so weird that he says my name like that. But at the mention of it, Ino whips her hair around and goes “Ehh?! Sasuke-kun you’re here?!” She ran over and I prepared myself for the inevitable embrace. Her arms squeezed around me and I just stayed still and all I could do was hope it would end soon.

“It’s been forever you jerk! You look so good it’s unfair!”

Naruto was losing it in the background, sticking his tongue out at Sakura. Reading her lips I saw her Sakura whispering “Why did you invite them?” Naruto shrugs and whispers “Sai is family too.” Sakura turns her head to look at Ino who thankfully has let go at this point.

“I can’t believe you haven’t stopped by to say hi or anything, where have you been hiding hmm?” She said coyly. Her blonde hair brushed my arm as she turned towards the kitchen.

“Is Kakashi-sensei gonna show up too?” She asked Sakura, who just shrugged and said “If he does he’ll be characteristically late at usual” and went back to chopping up the veggies. Ino just laughed and grabbed Sai’s hand as she led him to the loveseat on the other side of the coffee table.

“In the meantime,” Naruto said eagerly, “We have sake and a comfy couch!” He set down a small ceramic cup in front of each of us and poured. He lifted his cup in the air and looked over at Sakura and Hinata who already had cups in their hands.

“Alright I wanna make a toast!” He said grinning ear to ear. I grabbed my cup and Ino got extra excited, handing a cup to Sai before picking the last one up for herself.

“Sasuke and Sakura are leaving tomorrow on a mission without me!” He began, pouting, “I hope you guys have a boring time and find nothing interesting and-OW!” A wooden spoon bounced off his skull and landed on the floor. I didn’t even need to look over to know where that came from.

Ino chimes in, “What?! You’re leaving and you didn’t tell me?!”

Sakura raises her glass in the air and took over the toast, “To getting out of the village for once!” And downed the whole glass of sake in one go. The rest of us raised our glasses and took a drink.

Ino just casually sipped her sake and cuddled up with Sai, practically sitting in his lap at that point. Naruto refilled our glasses and sat down next to me.

“Sasuke hows staying at Sakura-Chan’s place been?” He asked casually. I noticed Ino suddenly turn her attention towards our conversation, but she pretended to still be engrossed in Sai’s shoulder.

“It’s been fine. The couch is comfortable.”

This is really a conversation I’d rather not be having right now.

Sakura walked over and took the bottle of Sake from the table and refilled her glass herself.

“Hey! It’s rude to help yourself!” Naruto teased.

“Shove it, you refilled everyone else’s.” She clinked the bottle against his skull before setting it back down onto the coffee table and taking a seat on the arm rest of the couch next to me. Her feet still planted on the floor, not quite committing to sitting down.

Ino chimed in, “Sakura I hear Sasuke-kun is staying at your apartment, hmm?”

Sakura visibly stiffened and forced a smile.

“Yeah, well, he was only going to be in town for a few days anyway. No point in wasting money on a hotel.” She lifted the glass to her lips.

“Aah, of course!” Ino said coyly, “Anything else you’re hiding from me Sa-Ku-Ra? “ she teased.

Sakura looked unfazed, sipping her sake.

“Why are you so nosy, Ino-buta-chan?”

“Dinner is ready!” Came Hinata’s voice from the kitchen.

“Oy!” Ino stuck her tongue out. “You and I will be talking later,” she said, her voice low and slightly threatening.

Sakura just sighed as we all got up from the couch to sit at the table.

Naruto grabbed my shoulder as I stood up. He clinked his sake cup against mine and just whispered “Don’t fuck things up with her.” Before leading me to the dinner table.

Naruto took a seat next to Hinata, sitting at the head of the table. Ino sat next to Hinata with Sai sitting the the other end of the table opposite Naruto. Sakura grabber the seat across from Ino and next to Sai while I took the final spot in between her and Naruto.

Naruto grinned from ear to ear as he looked around at his guests and said,

“Itadakimasu!”

———————

Sakura Haruno

———————

Dinner was delicious, empty dishes scattered the table and the chatter had started to slowly return to fill the space left after everyone’s chopsticks were laid to rest on their plates.

“How’s your leg?” I whispered over to Sasuke.

He just acknowledged me with his eyes, but didn’t fully turn his head. A very Sasuke move.

“Still a little sore but,” he lifted his same glass, “this is helping.” He said as he took a sip.

I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“What?”

“Oh I’ve just never seen you drink is all. You look very relaxed.” I said.

Sasuke just made a short tsk sound with an exhale and bumped his knee into mine under the table as he took a sip of sake. I hit his knee back playfully with mine before getting embarrassed and reached for my own sake glass.

I blushed and turned my attention towards Naruto who was helping Hinata clear the dishes from the table. Everyone started to get up and clear their plates to help.

“I invited Konohamaru but he said he didn’t wanna babysit a bunch of drunk adults” Naruto said, picking up Ino’s barely touched plate.

“Maybe you should pace yourself more?” Hinata suggested. Naruto just laughed.

“Nah, Kurama makes it difficult to feel the alcohol, plus I’m at home! I can pass out here if I wanna” he said, pulling out a bottle of red wine from the pantry.

“Whose with me?”

Ino excitedly raised her hand and I followed suit. I was gonna have to be drunk to handle her prying anyway. Sai followed with Ino’s lifting of his arm in the air.

“Sasuke-teme I’m pouring you a glass too!” He said pouring the wine glass VERY full. Hinata brought out the glasses to Ino and Sai first and then Naruto brought ones for Sasuke and I.

“Naruto we have a mission tomorrow,” Sasuke said, his hand resting on his forehead in exasperation.

“Just fucking drink it you asshole.” He said teasingly. “See? Sakura-Chan can handle her liquor better than even Tsunade! I can never tell when you’re drunk”

I took a sip and tried to be coy, “Good, that’s how I like it.” The wine was good, dry and not too sweet. A merlot, maybe? Sasuke should be able to tolerate it. I looked over and was surprised to see him looking straight at me.

We held each other’s gaze for just a moment before Naruto shoved a glass full of wine at Sasuke, who took it without much persuading. He met my gaze for another moment and I raise my eyebrow at him and gave him a look.

Pick your battles, Sasuke.

He took a sip and didn’t break eye contact with me.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my elbow and pulled me to another room. A flash of a blonde ponytail rounded another corner and I heard the soft ‘click’ of a door closing behind us.

“Alright, forehead. Spill. He’s sleeping at your fucking apartment?!” She hissed, audibly pissed at having this valuable gossip withheld. “I’m genuinely offended you didn’t tell me immediately. Does he sleep in only his boxers? Does he snore?”

“Ino it’s not like that he’s just staying on the couch,” I offered.

“Does he speak?” She asked, bewildered. “Does he actually consume food anymore or does he suck all the chakra from a room like a vampire for sustenance,” she joked. I laughed. At this point I could tell that Ino was totally drunk. I could smell it on her breath but I could also hear it in her banter. She can be pretty hilarious when she’s wasted.

“Ino we just had dinner with him, I don’t think he’s a vampire.” I said, taking a sip of the wine that thankfully survived the trip down the hallway.

I looked around and it seemed like we ended up inside of a spare room, filled with boxes that had yet to be unpacked from their move.

I pushed past Ino and looked around at the random things strewn about the room.

“Come on, girl you gotta give me something,” she begged. “Has He said anything to you? Does he talk in his sleep?” She asked.

“He does look damn good coming out of the shower,” I offered, stocking my tongue out at her. I thought back to our training session this morning and felt the head rise to my cheeks. “Get out of it.” Rang in my ears like an echo. I decided to keep that to myself.

She groaned and pouted, “I don’t fucking doubt it, that man is shredded. And massive! When did he get so tall? And his shoulders are so broad; it’s gotta be the kenjutsu. One handed sword wielding? Slay me.” She said grabbing a seat on a box marked “Naruto’s Living Room”.

“So tell me, what’s your game plan? What lingerie are you bringing with you? Are you going to sleep with him?”

“Woah there, Ino. This is a mission, not a honeymoon. Besides, I have no idea what he wants. I’m just going to figure it out as we go,” I sighed. “He isn’t exactly straightforward about his feelings. I’m trying to learn how to understand him all over again.”

“You’ve always had a knack for understanding his weird pseudo-language. You’re the only person I know who can make him look predictable.” Ino touched her wine glass to mine in a toast and took a sip. “If he wants you, Make him work for it. You’ve already done the waiting.”

I laughed at her bluntness. “This mission is gonna be interesting,” I smiled.

———————

Sasuke Uchiha

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Naruto pulled a tipsy Hinata into his lap and kissed her on the cheek. She giggled and blushed but never broke eye contact with him. Naruto had the biggest grin on his face and I saw him mouth the words “I love you”.

I felt like I was intruding on something private, watching those two.

They were so in love.

I heard giggling and turned my head towards the hallway to see Ino and Sakura walking around the corner. They have been away for quite a while.

Sakura’s cheeks were flushed and she was smiling and hugging her friend around her waist.

“Are you going to tell her you love her?” Sai deadpanned.

I nearly spit out my wine.

Naruto howled with laugher. “Yeah teme, just tell her already.” Hinata jumped off his lap and ran towards the girls with the premise of needing help with dessert.

Interception.

Nice teamwork.

Ino and Sakura more than happily jumped to help her in the kitchen and left the three of us alone to talk.

“I say you should just kiss her.”

“Really? Ino says he should shove Sakura onto a hotel mattress...”

“You are both idiots.” I said.

“Oh come on, Sasuke.” Naruto rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You two are going to be alone together every night. I can feel your sexual tension from here.”

“He’s right. You guys stand weirdly close together. But never touching. It’s very strange”

“Sai, what the fuck are you talking about...” Naruto shook his head and poured himself another glass.

“Well,” he started,”You guys stand next to each other very closely. Like just a hairsbreadth away from touching. When you sat down for food you sat just far away enough not to bump elbows or knees but you kept muttering under your breath to each other during other conversations at the table. And when Sakura came over here and sat next to you on the arm of the couch instead of in the open seat next to mine.”

Were we really standing that close together?

“Holy shit you’re right.” Naruto said, impressed with the logic. “Let me guess, you don’t want to make the first move. You’re hoping she does, because that would make it easier. Right?”

...Since when was Naruto that perceptive?

“Look, you’re both my best friends. But I have dealt with Sakura for a lot longer than you have. And I’m gonna tell you right now, she’s not going to be making any moves. Her ‘move’ was to ask you to go with her. It’s your move, buddy.”

“Ah, like chess? Is that how it is normally?” Sai asked.

“I don’t know how to play chess...” Naruto said scratching his head.

“Ino just tells me what she wants me to do, like she’ll say “you should kiss me” or “you should hold my hand” and then I just do what she says.”

“You two are perfect for each other.” I said jokingly, taking another sip of wine.

The girls started to walk back towards the living room and Naruto goes “Just kiss her” under his breath as he gets up from the chair to pull Hinata into his lap again.

Ino went over to Sai and kissed him on the cheek before taking a seat next to him and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Sakura took the spot on the armrest of the couch again and clinked her almost empty wine glass against mine.

“You ready to go?” She asked.

I thought she’d never ask.

————

The walk home felt a little warped, the alcohol in my system was definitely making my perspective skewed. I felt like time was moving faster with every step I took. Like I was crossing distances without much grasp on the passage of time.

Sakura was always next to me. Every time I could grasp my focus I would be sure to focus on her, so I would make sure I was headed in the right direction.

She let me through the door and I felt her arms wrap around my waist.

“Sasuke? Sasuke are you ok?” I heard her say. Her voice felt like it was underwater as my knees weakened underneath me. I felt her catch me with worry and promptly blacked out.

————

Sakura….

I opened my eyes to see her silhouette stand up from the side of the bed and begin to walk away from me towards the door. I felt trapped under the blankets and the room still felt tilted.

I reach my arm out and grab her wrist before she turned around completely.

“Stay.” I finally say out loud.

Sakura froze and I pulled her hand towards me.

“Please.”

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As always, Thank you for reading! -BBFX

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