#like literally sweating and shaking i feel like im gonna throw up it hurts so bad

[strawberrysweater]

i hate having a bodyyyyyyy

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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

                                                      BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

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“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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                                                           TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks  (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

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“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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                                                      ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.  

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior. 

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt. 

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car. 

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up. 

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home 

~

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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                                                     OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes. 

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.” 

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too. 

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head. 

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly. 

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.” 

~

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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                                                HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

~

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

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Best Of Me| Two

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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notes ~ I did it!!! Omg im so happy I finished it, hopefully the next one are going to come sooner. The first chapters are going to be with a baby oc - im sorry if its boring, but after it we can start with the real plot, the things are gonna get dark. Hope that you will like it, and remeber to give me some feedback - im whore for a comments and ask and beside they motivate me very much

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Cries everywhere. Sobbing so loud that all the birds disappeared from their little birdhouse outside the window. And as funny the view was, a big ball of stress and nerves started collecting itself in the rather calm manor. Reason of all this mess was just one, so easy to notice.

“Jungkook!” Just like a ball of nerves now the big ball of dirty blankets and clothes hit the young vampire, making him stumble a little. Obvious disgust on his face with a piece of distaste on his tongue which just a second ago had been caused by the same thing he now fisted in his hands.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!” Barked Jungkook staring at the broad shoulders of his oldest brother. Child now a little calmer, however still sobbing slightly, keeping the atmosphere at bay.

“You have brung the kid so you will hold the things he made. Be happy that I'm not forcing you to change the diaper instead.”

Disgust on all of their faces is now being something normal, having kids in the same room as them, definitely does not go well with hundred years old vampires. The only one without a gag reflex seems to be Seokjin, acting like a pro mother, just after her 3rd pregnancy with the next on the road. However all of them agreed with the statement that it was all but Jungkook's fault, which came with consequences for said boy.

Thus now sitting on the couch, five of the ramaing vampires, looked with a bored expression at the panicked and nearly vomiting jungkook. Youngest of them always had a soft stomach, never being the one to clean after disasters, forcing people to basically clean after him, and maybe that's why all of them felt such a satisfaction upon them while staring at the shitty situation.

Literally shitty.

Stumbling a little from the intense smell, Jungkook started to try getting rid of the used diaper in his hands, holding it with his fingers dingling it as far from his face as he could. Maybe the smelly object was not the only thing that should be named like a feces, knowing that a person who should just throw the diaper away, purposefully walked closer than intended to a couch with older vampires, stumbling not that accidentally and making the thing in his hand fly straight to a lap of a reading Namjoon.

A moment of silence, only lasting for a short second. Namjoon was never the one to shout or get mad, rather prefering to act calm and well put together, believing in a peace making and solutions not requiring usage of violence but when the heavy baggage on his lap suddenly started to warm his lap, he completely crushed his persona as well as book in his hands.

“Ups...hehe.” Jungkook laughed awkwardly, knowing well his fate. Doe eyes looked at the tall man, standing a little farther than him, just behind the couch. Jaw tightened so were the hands, keeping the last strings of calmness that were floating on very dangerous water.

“Listen, before you actually do something think of the time when you destroyed my ps4 and

I did not even complain.” Hands just before him similar to the way you would to with a wild animal, and in Jungkook's opinion, it was not that far from the truth, observing how Namjoons jaws nearly crushed from the tension.

“Okay okay, we all need to calm down, It was just an accident.” Cut in red head, standing in the middle of the war zone. It was stupid idea, definetly not the brightes of the sunny vampire, even if it came from the good intentions. Hoseok, just like an innocent child that got stuck in a big people argument, was the one that got hurt in the end.

And everybody knew that when Hoseok gets mad it's the extremity that anyone in this room is scared to experience once again. There is silent agreement between the rest of the brothers that was made after one of Hoseok's outburst, promising that no matter what the devil can’t come out.

The apple of discord laying now upon redhead’s feet, innocent like a little kitten that just waits to be petted, but in this case it wasn neither a fluffy ball of fur and definitely not something that should be touched.

Silence so loud, banging in their ears with an uneven breath. Second after second, rest that were not included in the middle, counted sitting on their heels with nerve wracking feelings.They stared as Hoseok’s shoulders rose and went down with each puff of air from his flared nostrils, neither of them dared to move, preferring to stay in a safe zone.

Just as red headed one wanted to take his first kill, a loud laugh echoed in a room, coming from a little child in Seokjin's arms, that probably just came back from being cleaned up. A fresh smile on its face, eyes sparkly looking straight at the scene.

“What are you doing, idiots?” Asked Seokjin, a visible vein on his forehead, sticking out under his free hand that now pinched a bridge of his nose. His eyes catching a glimpse of the used diaper, right on his favorite carpet. “You had one thing to do, one thing Jungkook.”

“It was an accident I swear on my ps4!” He tried explaining, shaking his arms. Seokjin saw to much lived too long to believe it, everybody knew it but even than they acted like bunch of idiots when something like this happen.

“Namjoon destroyed it, you said it yourself.” Spoke Jimin, sitting on a couch with a happy smile, pleased with himself. Younger's head immediately halted in his way, a look of betrayal on his face.

“You midge…”

“I don’t care, just clean it up, in the meantime me with the little snack are going to cook something, right my little cutie?” Cuted the older while caressing the child in his arms, turning his voice in a baby one. And just like this the scene came to the same point, the only difference was that neither Namjoon or Hoseok were in the room, probably running away as fast as Sekojins came.

Jungkook sighed, squatting down to take care of the said thing. Again the disgust and a feeling of nausea hitted him with a side giggles of his blonde haired brother.

Going into the kitchen he spotted the child that looked at him as soon as he appeared. Little smile and sweet laugh, making him soft and mushy for a while.

“I hope you know that you gave us a big problem with bringing a human child there.” Seokjin spoke, not looking from a cutting board, himself to immersed in said action

Jungkook knew, earlier thinking of it like a mere action, something that they can get rid of as fast as a lollipop wrapper. But it was not, and now looking at the kid, he realized how his careless behaviour could weigh down not only on his family but the whole society of vampires.

“I’m-”

“Don’t just apologize, we need to take care of it as fast as we can, in the meantime doing everything to not harm it. If someone finds out it’s going to be a bigger problem, probably even straining the relationship with human - and that’s something we do not want.” Cuted older, in the end turning around pointing the sharp knife on Jungkook.

It was true, the delicate stattlement between those two societies is still new, fresh and hot, ready to burn anyone's fingers, anyones who is to carless. The today is a better world, something that all of the brothers know, remembering dark times - some of them being not older than mere hatchling then. World was a dangerous place to live in, vampires hunting humans, humans hunting vampires, a competition that never got settled, and they hope it never will.

“Try feeding it and come to the living room after you are done. We will discuss the next actions - good luck.” A little wink at the end, Seokjin wiped his hands off on the way patting the younger's back, harder than normally.

“Wait what?! You are not being serious right now, right?” Asked confused Jungkook, fastly turning around to an already disappearing figure. Cold sweat on his body as he looked at the smooth face of the older, that defended a flying kiss to his shocked self. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I can. But the human seems to take a liking to you.” And how absurd it sounded, the baby really looked at Jungkook like some god, sparkly eyes always following his bigger figure.

“Seokjin! Don’t leave me please, I can’t do it.”He whined, looking for the said man, to his luck he was nowhere to be found. It was going to be alright - he tried to believe in those words now clutching baby spoon, that he was sure they did not have, and a mashed food, looking more like dog food than actual meal.

His Eyes staring right into the sparkly and to obnoxious happy, making him even more irritated. In the end, Jungkook hated little children, being and acting like one himself

Little hands stretching towards him with a toothless smile on the side, getting bigger as Jungkook came closer. That was it, taking a big breath he come to the other side of the table - almost touching the stool where the human sat. Ready and determined to get the task done, treating it similar to a quest in the game, he took the little spoon with some of the smashed food, and started to get closer to the child's mouth.

And as the brothers again started to live their normal life, thinking that at least for now, everything is settled, a very obvious squeal shook the while house.

“HYUNG!...IT WANTS TO TOUCH ME! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY!”

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All of them now sitting on the couches and armchairs, taking nearly all of the space. Some of the observing the crawling baby with prominent couriousty some of them with disgust even fear, not knowing what future the baby will bring.

Namjoon although feeling the little distaste, knew or better had a plan with what to do.

Smile on his lips not reaching his eyes, however stumbling on the way of eye contact with some of his brothers.

“Okay so, definitely we need to do something with...this.” Said Jimin, look on his face full of distress and disgust resting on the child, that as if it knew of Jimin’s attention looked back full of giggles and reaching hands.

“That is obvious, we can’t keep human child.” Barked Yoongi, the one which rather prefered to stay quiet in those metters.

“Jungkook should take care of it, It’s not my fault he is to stupid to not question a left human on a doorstep.” Smug smile now on Jimin's face, as he gave the side glance to the said male, happy with triggering the younger temper.

“As If you woul…”

“Okay we get it Jimin, it was Jungkook's fault, but still it can affect us all, so try to be at least a little bit helpful or shut up” Interrupted Seokjin staring at both of them in turn. The oldest obviously tired of all of the drama, massaging his scalp, to relieve the tension a little. “Let's start one by one, any ideas?”

Silence, a loud silence throwing the tension to the already burning fire. Seokjin's vein once again appeared on his forehead, making Jungkook nearly knock from a terrifying sight of it. It was pulsating, green and bumpy.

“Maybe let’s put it back?” Asked the quiet voice, Sekojin ready to snap at the stupid idea thinking that some of the youngers don’t know limit of the unfunny jokes, only to find innocent eyes of Hoseok.

“That’s … well that is AN option, thank you Hoseok - keep it up. Any other ideas?” Seokjin’s hands molded into a thump, giving the tired smile to Hoseok, knowing of his still busing nerves.

“Why are we even trying so hard, throw it away i say.” Jimin mumbled while staring at the little child going his way, quickly putting his feet on the couch, scared of a chance of being touched by the human.

Tired sight left mouth of the olders, his vein fading a little - to Jungkook luck, and his hands now clenching his blonde lock. He was helpless, disappointed in his brother's ideas and intelligence. He was sure that, that was indeed an end, his family will be arrested for keeping human, and vampires are going to lose a peace they fighted for.

Everything because Jungkook wanted to take unfamiliar child to their house.

“What about the orphanage that opened like one month ago, can’t we just leave it there?” Cuted Namjoon, making everyone snap their head. Seokjin nearly crying, wanting to kiss his brother as much as choke him for his slow process of thinking.

“Couldn’t you say earlier?!

[justcourttee]

im not sure if youre taking asks but here goes: platonic jasonette, bc there isnt enough sibling jasonette in the world

We stan sibling Jasonette. It is literally my life as much as Daminette. Hope you like it! @sixtyeightdays

A Brother’s Love

If a year ago you had told Jason Todd that he would be smushed flat against the wall of a small coffee shop in Paris, France spying on his favorite designer’s first date, he would’ve laughed in your face. After all, nobody knew MDC’s secret identity and even if his jerk siblings found out, they wouldn't tell him anyway, just to torture him.

Yet somehow, he found himself in this exact situation, his anger rising with each passing minute that her date was late. He watched as Marinette picked up her phone for the hundredth time to check the time, check her messages, and sigh as she placed it face down once more, defeated. Part of him wanted to storm over to her table, scoop her up in the tightest hug and take her out for two scoops of ice cream from the best creamery in Paris.

But alas, if he even moved an inch, she would spot him and he’d never hear the end of him being an overprotective ass. The sound of her phone ringing caught his attention as he watched her fumble to try and answer.

“Hi! Yes, I’m at the coffee shop. - Have I been waiting long? No, no, not at all.”

Jason rolled his eyes. She was too kind for her own good. It was how she got into the Lila debacle. It was how she let her classmates walk all over her for too many years. It was why she was letting this Adrien kid treat her as a second rate now.

“The Louvre? I mean I guess I can close out here and meet you there.” There was a pause as her head dropped in disappointment.

Jason felt his blood boiling. Not only did this punk leave her waiting here for forty minutes without a signal message or call, but when he does decide to let her know he’s running late, he insists she comes to him? Jason didn’t care how well protected the model was, one way or another he deserved a black eye courtesy of Jason’s right fist.

He waited for Marinette to finish gathering her stuff. She laid a note onto the table, not bothering to ask for change, she never did, and exited the door, her face heavy. Laying a note of his own down, he raced after her, careful to keep a few hundred feet between them.

Jason felt as though he was beginning to break a sweat as he tried to keep up with her pace. As she turned down an alleyway, Jason broke into a sprint, trying not to lose her. As he turned the corner, a hand shot out toward his jacket, slamming him into the wall.

“I thought I told you my first date was off-limits.”

“Hi princess,” his voice was breathless as he tried to keep the pain from seeping in. “Just thought I’d stop in and say hi.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him before letting go, allowing him to readjust his jacket.

“Besides, doesn’t seem like much of a date. I haven’t seen the punk once.”

Her eyes seemed to blaze as they cut into his. Jason raised his hands in defense, but he refused to apologize. They seemed to be locked into a staredown, both standing in the alley, arms crossed, neither budging in their positions.

“He’s not a punk Jason, he just was running late on his photoshoot. They just finished up at the Louvre which is where he invited me to. We’re gonna walk the museum and try to find Andrè’s ice cream afterward.”

Her tone was so matter-of-fact, so confident that he wanted to believe her, but her eyes were broken. They seemed so tired as if she almost expected to be stood up at this point.

“Mari, I’ve been here a year now. This is the twelfth first date you and Adrien have attempted. Every month he gets your hopes up and every month something always comes up last minute. How do you know he really is at the Louvre?”

Her arms dropped as her hands curled into fists. Jason knew he hit a sensitive topic, but he couldn’t watch her break her own heart. Not again.

“He’ll be there. Now leave Jason, this doesn’t concern you.”

She turned on her heel, exiting the alleyway without another word.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Jason huffed as he landed on the nearest roof with a view to the courtyard. Following on foot grew too hard as Marinette constantly kept looking back, checking to see if he was still there. Besides, she said it didn’t concern Jason but she said nothing about Red Hood.

He tapped the side of his helmet, enhancing the zoom, silently thanking Barbara a million times over. The courtyard was empty besides Marinette and a blonde boy sitting on a bench, neither looking particularly happy.

“Don’t fail me now helmet.”

Jason hesitantly reached up to tap the newest installment Barbara had insisted on; audio enhancement.

“-it’s just ridiculous Adrien! You can’t sit under her thumb forever!”

The boy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to avoid direct eye contact with Marinette.

“Lila will turn my father on me Marinette, you have to understand. I really do like you and I would love to date you, but it’s a choice between you and freedom.”

For the third time that night, Jason felt his blood pressure rise from this punk kid. Before he realized what he was doing, the rush of air filled his ears as his grapple strained under the weight of him. His landing was rough as he tumbled less than ten feet from the bench, rolling to a stop right in front of the couple.

As he struggled to his feet, his eyes met Marinette’s. They were a mixture of anger and tears, fueling his rage.

“You.” His voice was menacing, all of his anger directed to the blonde sitting in front of him.

“Me?” Adrien seemed to shrink in on himself, his eyes widening as he took in the hero in front of him.

“You are a literal piece of scum. Do you understand what you’re losing here?”

“Hood, don’t-” Marinette tried to reach out, her voice begging, but he simply shrugged her off, grasping Adrien by the neck of his shirt.

“Marinette is an amazing girl. She’s absolutely brilliant, I mean have you seen her grades? They freaking fly off the charts. If you all had a GPA system, she would knock all of you out of the ballpark with no chance of recovery. Marinette is so talented. Her designs have so much potential to run an empire in the future. She already has multiple big-name clients and I know she’ll only expand from there.”

Adrien tried to object, but Jason didn’t give him the chance. His grip tightened as he lifted Adrien from the bench, his tiptoes barely scraping the courtyard stones.

“Marinette is daring, courageous, compassionate, and way too caring for her own good. None of you deserve her. Paris doesn’t deserve her.”

He felt two small hands wrap around his arm, attempting to pull him off of the boy but to no avail.

“Marinette do something! Tell your friend to stand down.”

Adrien struggled under the man’s grasp, his wild eyes begging the girl.

“You little punk, face me yourself. After tonight, you don’t have Marinette to hide behind anymore. If I even see you in a twenty-foot radius of her, you’re dead. Got it, kid?”

He dropped the blonde, watching as he stumbled backward before taking off into a sprint, never looking back.

Jason wanted to chase after him, finish teaching him a lesson, but the sound of soft sniffles from behind him required his immediate attention. His arms automatically pulled her into his chest, the sniffles muffled by his suit.

“Don’t worry Marinette, he’s never gonna hurt you again.”

She didn’t answer him as her sniffles slowly died out, her arms tightening around Jason’s waist.

“C’mon.” He slowly pulled back using his gloved hand to wipe a stray tear from her face. “Let’s go get some ice cream.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Jason accepted his cone from André, attempting to hand the man a tip, but he simply blocked Jason, shaking his hand.

“Anything for Marinette. I could feel her broken heart before she even arrived. A girl like her doesn’t deserve to be so broken.”

Jason sighed in agreement as he returned to the bench she sat on, handing her one of the cones.

“Thanks, Jason. I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier, I just really wanted to believe that Adrien would come through. That our love could outweigh any obstacle this world throws at us.”

“Princess, did I ever tell you the reason I came to Paris in the first place?”

Marinette shook her head as she took a timid bite from her cone.

“My brother’s had a competition with each other to see who could discover the identity of my favorite designer, MDC. It took a couple months, but low and behold, August 16th comes around and my youngest brother handed me a wrapped folder that contained a plane ticket for Paris and your parent’s address. He said it was my birthday gift and it was scheduled to leave in the morning.”

“You came all the way to Paris, from Gotham City, to meet me?”

Jason nodded, taking a bite from his cone as well, throwing an arm over Marinette's shoulders.

“I was never expecting a small child of only seventeen years to be my all-time favorite person in the world. I mean your leather jackets can hold through a lot of trauma, trust me, Roy and I tried.”

Marinette giggled, her face slowly relaxing into one of peace.

“If Adrien can’t see how amazing you are, amazing enough for some guy to fly half-way across the world to meet you, then I’m sorry but I don’t think he really loves you.”

“Did you mean every word you said to Adrien?”

Jason looked over at the smaller girl, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Every last one.”

Marinette nodded, a small ‘cool’ barely audible escaping from her lips. They sat in silence for a few moments before Marinette spoke again.

“I’m over Adrien Agreste. For good this time.”

“Finally.” Jason pumped his fist in the air earning another giggle from her.

As they finished up their cones, Jason helped her to her feet, a sly smile crossing his face.

“You know, you graduate in a couple months. Maybe you can come back to Gotham with me, meet my other family. I’m sure they’ll love you as much as I do.”

“Maybe I can meet that little brother of yours. After all, anyone who can figure out my well-guarded secret sounds like a very intelligent person.”

Jason laughed, his mind tracing back to the image of Damian with a pot stuck on his head after pissing off Dick’s former teammate Raven.

“I don’t know about intelligence, but I would say he’s extremely devoted to the people he cares for.”

Marinette saw the wheels turning in Jason’s head as she tried to form a no before he could blurt out what she thought he was thinking.

“You two would be so great together! Oh God, I sound like circus boy. Anyways, it’s settled. As your honorary brother and full-time wingman, I am setting you up with Damian Wayne.”

Jason dipped down, snatched her phone off the bench, and took off in a sprint.

“Jason! JasoN I DON’T HAVE INTERNATIONAL DATA!”

The streets filled with the sounds of their laughter as both took off into the night, a bright future lying ahead, neither looking back on the events of the night.

After all, ice cream mends most broken hearts, but nothing fixes you quite like a brother’s love.

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[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉  skz with pregnant!reader 

bangchan x reader | first part of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & a tinge of angst

↬ warnings; pregnancy, birth, talk of vomiting, and lots of cursin

↬ notes; fuck i love bangchan sm and im excited dis the first part of daddy!skz o whateva

from the moment he knew, he honestly was scared at first and just wanted to pretend like he wasn’t going to be a father

he needed time to evaluate it all, he was honestly confused and scared, he was nervous and doubtful of his parenting skills and providing eighteen years + many years after for his child

u were nervousssss as helllllllllllllll to tell him what was up

“well, i’m- y’know- baby?” you tried to get out, ur words were hella scrambled and he was confused before he came to the realization of what you meant 

silence which is vv concerning 

u knew this was a shot in the dark sorta, u two weren’t even public on the relationship let alone public about a pregnancy?

u guys ended up taking a break for about a month, really not knowing what to say to each-other

u two were afraid, which was normal, u just rly didn’t expect it from chan of all people to walk away from u

anybody else u could expect,, but this?? this was unlike him & u were more scared by that

he wound up at your place, box in hands

(u were kinda at ur breaking point bc u thought he was returning ur things)

(newsflash it was his stuff)

“i’m sorry, i just— being a father? being a parent, i don’t.. i don’t know anything about it, but nobody does when they become one. so, i’m gonna figure it out with you.”

going through the first sonograms w him & crying a lot while u two talked about the future

ur hormones r going to be the death of chan

u are 0-100 holy mooolyy

hes very careful with his choice of words and how he delivers them, not wanting to upset you

chans first present for the baby is a kangaroo, with a matching little joey 🥺

he also is surprisingly a very big fan of kanga from winnie the pooh, which he buys winnie the pooh stuff for the baby JSJSJSJSJJS just bc kanga & roo remind him of u n the baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i rly need to stop)

u were a lil big, having a cute big bump to pair with ur pregnancy, the inevitable announcement was needed to happen if u were ever going to step outside again

chan rly didnt want to announce it bc he didnt know what peoples reactions would be :(

he knew he was only twenty-seven so some people might think it was a bit too early to have kids, but he thought it was perfect the way it was

u guys hid it until u couldn’t, sparking little rumors of ur pregnancy but u both decided not to confirm them

chan obsessing and literally worshipping you in your third trimester

u in his shirts? he was fuckin over

kisses and cuddling all the time, no matter how tired u were or he was, u two would either fall asleep while doing so or lay there for awhile before u were like

“ok i gotta pee, help me up!!”

no but frfr this baby was torturing u the last stretch of ur pregnancy

it seemed that anything u ate either made u throw up or gave u heartburn

ur stretchmarks were getting worse & it seemed like u were getting bigger everyday

u were very insecure the last months, just cause a lot of comments were talking about a bit of weight gain in ur face, which fuck,, u would never be hurt by some comments but with ur hormones and KNOWING u have put on weight, u rly didn’t feel the same

ofc chan knows whats up and hes there to tell u some r e a l s h i t

“okay, yes. you have put on weight, but you’re pregnant. that’s the good thing about it, you’re healthy okay? whether you had a small bump and no extra weight put on or a big bump and extra weight put on, you are carrying a baby. you can lose the weight when it’s over, right? you don’t need to feel this way, okay? i’m the only one who you should listen to about your appearance, i’m here to tell you the truth. you are beautiful. you are the morher of my child, that’s what you are. you’re not ugly, or fat, you’re not anything bullshit that people say to you.”

when u started crying, chan panicked

“nononononoono, don’t cry baby!”

his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, feeling your face pressed against his shoulder and your arms around his neck

“i love you.” u would be rly quiet and his heart would break at the sound but ur i love you, he just— it was so real and he’d never felt like this before

“love u too.” he’d say that shit so proudly and kiss the TOP OF UR HEAD SO SOFTLY 🥺🥺🥺

when u finally went into labor, u were like wow this hurts a F U CK TOO NNN

u woke up to the bedsheets soaked underneath u, pins n needles were all u could feel

u kinda sat there for ten minutes, scaring urself n making urself nervous when u started doubting yourself and feeling the pain become stronger

ur hands were s hh aa kkyy

u would tap chan so softly and feel a little frustrated he didnt wake up but like how tf was he supposed to feel that 😳

u kinda started crying now because u were STRESSED and him not waking up (no shit ur little tap wasnt gonna work but) it felt like he was gonna sleep forever

so ur hands pressed on chan’s shoulders, shaking them a little bit and letting out a,

“chris?” which ur voice was quiet as hell, shaky as hell, and wavering as you whispered to him

him opening his eyes to see your teary ones n hes just so sad that his heart drops 🥺

he never wakes up quicker though and hes sitting up fast as fuck

“what? what’s wrong?”

ur literally sobbing and hes freaked out by this because u have never cried like this

he kinda just wants to go back to bed since ur just crying but he knows smth is probably wrong because ur SOBBING so

“my water broke.”

now its his turn to be nervous cause fuck he is feeling so unprepared

he said fuck shoes on u, slipping u into his own clothes and helping u into the car so u two could go

did i forget to mention the hospital was an hour away 😳

he wants to pull over hearing u whine n grip his hand, noticing ur quietness and ur little mumbles everytime u rest ur head back after a contraction

he doesn’t give a fuck, he will carry u into the hospital and then put u in a wheelchair from the entrance so u don’t have to walk

u have a feeling maybe hes more nervous than u but atm ur fuckin close to losing it over the pain

u two are settled into a room, epidural done and just trying to make u comfortable now

u were seven centimeters which u still had to wait but u both knew u were close to meeting ur baby

when u are at ten centimeters though, chan is just a ball of tears and he’s just so proud of you

your hand was in his the whole time, chan’s lips near ur ear and he’s just whispering for u to concentrate on him and how much u wanna meet the baby

“i—i can’t do it!” 🥺🥺

you were honestly so drained and ur forehead was laced with sweat, ur hands sweaty and shaking in his own from being nervous and slowly becoming weaker as u put ur strength into pushing

“baby, you are probably what? three pushes, maybe you can cut it to one and a half. alright? you can do this baby, we’re so close to meeting our baby.”

that’s all u needed n chan knew it

surprise surprise,, chan was right about one and a half

“it’s a boy!!” which chan would press his lips to yours so quickly, u two crying and letting out watery laughs as your baby boy cried 🥺

he hasn’t felt this much pride and love since debut or releasing an album or tour, he couldn’t express how gifted he was to have deserved the gift of being a father

ofc they introduce you both to kangaroo care, chan so ready to take off his shirt and feel his baby boy’s skin against his own warm skin and he did so

then it was ur turn to hold him the same way, chan asking u if he could pull down ur gown so u could hold him like he did

that was the picture he needed, snapping it and getting you holding the baby against your naked (ofc ur gown was covering ur breasts) chest, your son sleeping soundly with his hands pressed against you

u two were parents now, u both had learned about pregnancy together and now u two were going to explore parenthood together

©️ maysdiors 2020 :: all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[tooruluv]

Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 3 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 1,724

warnings/notes: strong language, cheating, lowkey toxic relationship. but what else is new? this one doesn’t have anything crazy

tag list: @kara-grayson04​​ @sadhwstudent​​ @unlikelytigerqueen​ @kageyamavibes​

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Tobio Kageyama stood there, only in sweats, and shrugged. He shrugged. You were about to throw something, hit him with anything, when he spoke. This wasn’t the worst fight the two of you had ever been in, but it was definitely up there.

Because this time, it was you doing most of the yelling. “Hana? Out of everyone? Out of everyone? Are you fucking serious?”

The day you told Kageyama that you were leaving. That day had been the last time you and Kageyama talked. Or, rather, he talked.

It was something you knew for a really long time. Your parents had received a job in the states and you had held off telling him that you were going for as long as you could. Until you couldn’t anymore.

Makeup running down your face, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. And he stood in front of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Because you couldn’t bare the thought of telling him. Because you couldn’t look at his face when you said you were going to be gone. Because you didn’t know how he would react. Because you didn’t want to go.

But, despite all of those reasons, you said, “I was scared.”

“You were scared to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

You were literally standing at the airport. In front of the door, your plane ready to take off in two hours. When you said you waited until last second, you truly did.

“You were scared? You waited months. Months.”

“I know I did.” You reached forward but he stepped back. More tears fell down your face. “I just… I just couldn’t think of a way to tell you. I love you so much and I… I didn’t want to say goodbye.”

“How’s this for goodbye,” Kageyama barely blinked. “I hate you.”

Your body seized. Hana, who stood beside you, took your hand but you didn’t feel it. Your entire being fell numb.

“You let me believe we had more time. You let me stay with you, fall in love with you, all when you knew. You knew that you were leaving. And you didn’t tell me for months. I hate you.”

“I hate you.” You would hate him, too, if it was the other way around.

“Babe!”

You stood at the door to the gym, a bag of food for your boyfriend. He had been so preoccupied trying to master this move for volleyball and hadn’t spent much time with him, so you figured you would leave him some food for that break he takes between practice ending and his own practice (which means several hours with Hinata after everyone left).

The entire team turned to face you. Tobio Kageyama’s face flushed.

He rushed to you, long strides pulling him across the gym. Over his shoulder, two of the boys followed.

“Hey, uh,” Kageyama was awkward. It made you giggle. “What’re you doing here?”

“I brought you some food.” You handed him the bag, and a bottle of water just in case. “You didn’t eat lunch today and I wanted to make sure you at least had a little bit.”

“Kageyama, who is this?” one of the boys, the shorter one, asked as the other one, the tall bald one, said “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend!”

“Hi!” you smiled and waved at them.

The team introduced themselves, and you smiled at all of them. Kageyama may have been your boyfriend, but he wasn’t one to introduce you to friends. Or, rather, teammates. Daichi, the captain, even started to lecture your boyfriend on his lack of eating.

“I had milk…” he mumbled.

“Listen, it isn’t what you think.” Is all Kageyama said. Of course it was all he said.

“It isn’t what I think?” you scoffed, looking to the ceiling. “We broke up and you’re marrying my best friend. It’s exactly what I think.”

“Your best friend that you haven’t talked to in five years.”

“Two.”

“What?”

“Two years. I haven’t talked to her in two years.” You were pissed. Maybe a good old catch up with Hana would make things up, maybe punching her in her stupid perfect teeth would make the nausea in your stomach go away. “And it’s because she stopped talking to me.”

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me.” He was just as pissed, and he probably had way more pent up anger at you. “Maybe if you actually put effort into things, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Maybe if I put an effort into things? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Yes, if you put an effort into things. Maybe if you fucking talked to people, maybe if you stayed, maybe if you…”

“You know what? I don’t want to hear you tell me what to do or what I should’ve done when you’re the one who cheated on your fiancé.”

“Crazy how you’re this mad when you’re the mistress.”

You grabbed a couch pillow and threw it at him. It was the closest thing you could grab. You wanted a glass, or a plate. Maybe that fake potted plant in the corner will go next.

“You’re such a dick!” you yelled, getting ready to throw another pillow.

Somehow, he reached you before you could throw it. He caught your hands with his wrists, stopping you. You were breathing heavy.

“You know, I thought running into you would give some closure.” Kageyama said. His voice was low, calm, collected. “I thought that maybe, this was it and it was one final time to get the last of the feelings out of my system.”

“Yeah, me too.” You stared into his eyes. They were just as blue as when you left. “Guess we were both wrong.”

You ripped your arms out of his grasp. He let you.

“Marrying Hana. My best friend.” You were standing further away, but you could still feel his breath. “That’s probably lower than anything I’ve ever done to you.”

And you left. You turned around, snatched your bag, and left. As the elevator closed, you watched him watch you.

Hana was the one who hugged you before you left. She was the last one, other than your family, to see you. She held your head, pulled you to her body, let you cry on her shoulder until they called your plane.

She was your best friend.

While you were in the states, she would facetime you. Call you. Text you updates.

The day you left, she texted you. She kept her end of the deal, too.

hana <3: told tsuki today hana <3: we kissed!! basically i was nervous for no reason lol

you: omg omg omg congrats! at least one of us is having a good time hfksbfsksl

hana <3: don’t worry ab boys. ur gonna have so much fun and meet new people. im always here 4 u.

“I’m on my way over.” You spoke into the phone, hands still shaking with withheld anger.

“You sound pissed. Can’t wait.”

The first time you and Kageyama kissed was a little bit into the relationship. It was a couple of months in, and he asked you to go for a walk with him.

“A walk?” you asked, looking around your room for a fitting outfit. “It’s early. And it’s Saturday.”

“I know. I’m outside of your house. Meet me outside whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re insane. Give me five.”

That week, you spent time with Oikawa. Your stomach flipped with the idea that Kageyama had finally had enough of you hanging out with him, or maybe he was going to tell you that he was jealous again. You didn’t know, but an early morning walk with your boyfriend didn’t sound very relaxing.

Cautiously, you met him on your porch. He greeted you with a simple nod, hands in his pockets.

“Um, before we begin, can I say something?” he asked.

You nodded. A jolt through your entire body.

“I know that I complain a lot. And I know that I… I know that I’m not very good with feelings.” He was talking slowly. Practiced. “But I want you to know that even though you spend time with Oikawa, I know that he’s your best friend and I just get jealous. And I want you to know that I know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You confirmed.

“So, I wanted to do this before we started walking.”

And, with that, he leaned down and kissed you. It was a small kiss, a peck to your lips, and he had to bend down to do so. But you felt everything lift off of your shoulders. You were flying.

When he pulled back, he smiled. Genuinely. You did, too.

“Now, I think a walk is in order.” You looped your arm through where he still held his in his pockets.

Oikawa opened the door, tilting his head at the sight of you. You stood in his doorway, very obviously stressed out and face red with both tears and yelling. You had your hood up, hair still messy from the night.

“You look like you just got done having the best dick ever.” He joked.

You rushed forward, capturing his lips with yours. He staggered back, gripping your hips as you closed the door with your ankle. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. You were chest to chest, your hands on his shoulders and standing on your toes.

He pulled away to ask, “So we’re doing this again?”

“I’m pissed off.” You kissed him again. Your hands held the waistband of his jeans. “I’m in dire need of a very big distraction.”

“I’m not complaining.” Oikawa grabbed your jaw and pulled you in again.

[neocityarchive]

blind love | l.m.k.

— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

“Just friends,” Mark said, his voice still steady even in the growing tension of the moment. “That’s all you said we are, right?”

Your head dropped down to look at your hands, not knowing what to say. The overbearing guilt of rejecting his sudden confession was crushing your chest that it became painful to breathe.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” was all you could say. You forced yourself to meet his gaze through your already glassy eyes, wanting to let him know the sincerity of your words.

He smiled kindly, shaking his head. There was sadness in his eyes. And in all the years you two have known each other, you could tell how hard he was trying to hide it. “It’s okay. That’s all we’ll be.”

You bumped your head repeatedly against your study table in an attempt to rid yourself of the memory that’s constantly been playing in your head. 

It was a Sunday which meant there were no classes, which meant the university was closed, which meant that you couldn’t even make an excuse to see your best friend Mark who somehow, after almost three years of friendship, suddenly decided that it was a good idea to tell you he loves you more than a friend should love a friend.

You couldn’t say it happened out of nowhere. He’s been saying he has something important to tell you for almost two weeks before the incident but every time you confront him about it, he always makes up some lame excuse to dodge. It took a lot of self-hate for yourself and a nice amount of his protective instinct to finally make him spit it out. 

He came to your apartment that night, finding you barefaced, wearing a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies that you stole some time ago. From that he already knew you weren’t okay. You like wearing his stuff to seek some sort of comfort. Somehow, the smell of his clothes helps calm you down.

You were supposed to help him finish a report but you couldn’t concentrate after getting a below satisfactory grade on a major exam. College has done nothing but give you a shitload of insecurities lately and this just pushed you off the edge. The only thing that has been keeping you sane was the knowledge that you had someone who you can run to at the end of the day. Someone who is willing to listen to your rants and would do almost anything to cheer you up.

That day, however, none of Mark’s usual encouragement worked on you. He was getting frustrated hearing you downplay yourself because of a single exam. You started going on about how stupid you felt, how staying up all night to study did nothing but make you ugly. Mark countered every insult you threw at yourself, throwing in a few jokes here and there, all of which you ignored. But when you went on about how all of this made you unworthy of anything, how no one could possibly love you in this state, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I love you,” he snapped, cutting you off from your long self-deprecating speech. 

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to say that,” you whined, clearly missing the point.

Mark, on the other hand, was barely holding it all inside. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “No, idiot. I love you. Stop saying no one could love you, because I do. And not just because you’re my best friend.”

It wasn’t until you noticed his hands were quivering that you realized what he really meant. Looking back on it, you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You were sure it took a lot of his courage (and frustration) to come clean to you like that, and you couldn’t even take him seriously at first.

“Mark, no,” you remember telling him.

“I do. I hate that I do, but I do.” He looked away. “I love you and I know you’re feeling burdened right now, but you don’t have to say it back.”

A part of you broke that day. You hated rejecting people after having gone through several rejections yourself. It’s the worst feeling. You always wished there was a way you could always return people’s feelings just so no one would get hurt, but the universe just doesn’t work that way.

You muttered about a hundred sorries to which Mark replied a hundred ‘it’s okay’s. Maybe it was meant to make you feel better, but it just felt like your heart was getting ripped off your chest.

Mark didn’t stay long after that. You didn’t even get to help him with his report. He said sorry for suddenly dropping the L-word and you said sorry for not being able to say it back. He smiled sadly and it took your everything not to cry. He asked if he could hug you and you didn’t even answer. You just went straight into his arms, burying your head in his chest like you’ve done so many times before, breathing heavily to keep yourself from breaking down. And when the two of you pulled away, he insisted on being alone for a while. You said okay followed by another sorry.

You didn’t know “being alone for a while” meant ignoring you for god knows how long. You see him at uni but he wouldn’t even meet your eye. Even when you share the same class, he would choose to sit as far from you as possible. Once, he entered a cafe you were in and upon seeing you inside, he immediately turned around and walked away.

He’s ignoring you and he isn’t even being subtle about it. Mark Lee could never be subtle about anything, not even his feelings. You really were just too blind to realize anything.

Even other people saw how he felt. People used to come up to you all the time and ask about your “boyfriend” Mark. Sure, you would blush, shy that people thought you’re in a relationship with your best friend. When you explain that you weren’t actually dating, you would get the same shocked reaction every time. One of your friends even said you acted more like a couple than most people in a relationship do. You always thought it was just because you and Mark were such good friends.

“Friends don’t hold hands in public,” you remember Renjun saying.

“We don’t hold hands. He just grabs me and drags me to places,” you said defensively.

“And they don’t hug each other and stare at each other’s eyes while talking about pizza,” Jaemin scoffed.

You just rolled your eyes at them. It never crossed your mind that maybe they were right. You and Mark have never acted like how friends should. Maybe it’s the reason why you’re in this mess after all.

You sighed to yourself. You miss him. You can’t even pretend that you don’t. He’s become such a huge part of your everyday life that you couldn’t just ignore the sudden empty space he left when he said he wanted to be alone. You know he needed time to be by himself. But a part of you keeps holding on to his promise that even after his confession, you two would still be friends. And friends text each other, right? So all your attempts at communication depended on just that.

Thursday, 5:31 PM

You: wanna go watch a movie? i’ll buy the tickets.

Mark: cant. i have an exam tomorrow. sorry :/ maybe next time?

You: oh. okay. goodluck on your exam :)

Friday, 2:21 AM

You: [photo] this is possibly the cutest cat photo i’ve seen in awhile

Mark: that’s cute but dogs are still cuter

You: … okay?

Mark: go to sleep, y/n

Friday, 12:03 PM

You: i know you dont have class rn. have lunch w me?

Mark: oh i already ate with jaemin. sorry!!

You: it’s okayyyy :>> i’ll see u later? it’s friday night sooo we can hang out.

Mark: idk the boys already asked me to go out tonight

You: oh okay have fun!

Saturday, 6:54 PM

You: maaaark

Mark: y/nnn

You: [types] i miss you kajdhfhdksjdh [deletes]

You: nothing haha wanna grab some coffee?

Saturday, 7:01 PM

You: nvm haha have a nice nighhhttt

Sunday, 10:21 PM

You: hey can we talk

Mark: ???

You: please?

Mark: ye what about?

You: you said we’d still be friends

Mark: lol aren’t we?

You: this isn’t how friends talk to each other. i miss having an actual conversation with you.

You: we dont even see each other anymore.

Mark: i literally reply more to u than i do to jaem wdym haha

You: wow fine okay

Mark: ?????

You: i guess i deserve that haha

Mark: im tired y/n. night.

You: :( nighttt

You checked your messages for the nth time, reading everything as if something was gonna miraculously change with the cold conversation thread. Your fingers have been hovering over the keypad, typing and deleting ‘i miss you’ and ‘talk to me’ for about a hundred times already.

You don’t get why you can’t just say it. What’s so wrong with telling your best friend you miss him? Why is it so hard to press send? Why are you suddenly so afraid of how he would reply or if he would even reply at all?

It was only 10:30 in the evening. You know for sure Mark is only lying about going to sleep. He never sleeps this early unless he really is tired. He does nothing on Sundays so he can’t possibly be tired. Sundays are usually just the two of you hanging out in his apartment or yours, just to watch movies or study together. So what did he do today?

“Stop thinking about him,” you grumbled to yourself. “It’s just Mark. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

But that’s not the point, a voice inside your head said. Just tell him you miss him.

You typed it again, ‘I miss you,’ but deleted it as soon as it was finished. Again. 

You’ve spent everyday with Mark that it suddenly hurts to think he’s enjoying the time you usually spend together alone. It’s crazy how you can’t stop thinking about how his day went or if he’s okay or whether he’s eaten or not. You know how stubborn he can be. Sometimes, he’d get so engulfed in whatever he’s doing that he would accidentally skip meals unless you remind him otherwise. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself. You figured you won’t ever be left at peace if you don’t do anything about whatever you’re feeling, so you decided to text Jaemin.

Sunday, 10:52 PM

You: jaeeem hi :)

Jaemin: y/n!!!!! hello :>

You: sorry for bothering you but have you talked to mark lately?

Jaemin: im talking to him rn haha why? you want me to ask him something?

You: not really hahaha how is he?

Jaemin: haha why not ask him yourself

You: he doesnt wanna talk to me lol pls just answer

Jaemin: he’s stubborn as always. he wont listen to me.

You: why, what’s he doing?

Jaemin: idk but it’s definitely not talking to you ksjdjkd

You: … very funny

Jaemin: sorry lmaooo he’s running on an hour or two of sleep everyday

You: jaemin!! why won’t you scold him?

Jaemin: we do! he just doesn’t listen. u know he only listens to you.

Jaemin: idk why you guys still arent together lmao bunch of idiots tbh

You: we’re just friends

Jaemin: rlly? oh btw mark hyung is looking for his save the bees shirt. did u see it anywhere?

You: yeah he left it here like two weeks ago when he slept over

Jaemin: LMAOOO DOESNT SOUND LIKE FRIENDS TO ME CHIEF

You: i fckingskjfhfn hate you

Jaemin: HJSJSHHDJD ok but seriously tho mark hyung is fine. just give him time, he’ll come around.

Jaemin: he misses you but u didnt hear it from me

Jaemin: ok bye he’s getting suspicious now lol

You: idk how you’re both an angel and the devil at the same time

You: anw thanks jaem. dont tell him i asked about him lol byeee

You sighed, putting your phone down in surrender. Your mind was more of a mess now than it was before you talked to Jaemin. You hate that he makes sense especially about the weird, more-than-friendly dynamics of your relationship with Mark. But more importantly, your head was beginning to be overfilled with worry.

Mark runs on barely two hours of sleep everyday. No wonder he always looks so out of it whenever you see him in the hallway. You wanted to call him, to tell him that he should sleep already, to remind him that he shouldn’t overwork himself, that doing just enough is okay. But you know he doesn’t want to talk to you. The cold replies and the ‘????’ were more than enough to tell you that.

Still, you figured it was worth a try sending him a little reminder. So you grabbed your phone once again and typed a message, revealing a little more of your emotions than you intended to. And before you could even think twice about it, you hit send.

Sunday, 11:04 PM

You: hey i know you’re still not asleep. dont worry, you dont have to reply to me. i just wanna tell you that you should take care of yourself. i know you. you’re stubborn and sometimes you won’t sleep or eat unless someone reminds you to so,, this is me reminding you haha. stop overworking yourself mark, please? you cant be sick cause i cant take care of you since you wont talk to me… lol jk. but seriously, get more rest (and talk to me,, hahah jk again unless u wanna ;)) please go to sleep now. goodnight. see you around i guess.

You stopped texting Mark after that. You wondered if he would find the initiative to talk to you first if you didn’t start the conversation. Now, two days have passed and your sleep reminder remains to be the last message on your conversation thread. You couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. You were hoping for at least a small thanks but didn’t get anything at all.

You were starting to get more and more frustrated as the days went by. It’s so unfair that you are slowly losing your best friend because of this. It’s unfair that you can’t even be mad at him because you just broke his heart. You wished there was any way you could have changed what happened, but the past remains to be written.

That afternoon, you passed by one of the cafes you and Mark always go to. You went inside, suddenly craving their special banana muffin which he introduced to you some months ago. The owner recognized you right away as you came up to the cashier.

“You’re not with your boyfriend today?” she asked.

You felt your heart skip a beat and not in a good way. It hurt. You figured there was no use in explaining since she probably won’t believe that Mark is not your boyfriend so you just smiled sadly and answered, “No.”

The lady somehow talked you into buying two muffins so you can bring one to your “boyfriend.” After handing her your payment, you realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Mark always brings you stuff whenever you’re mad or upset. He knows exactly what you’re craving for even before you knew you were craving for it. Why not try if it works on him?

As soon as you headed out the cafe, you whipped your phone out to text Jaemin, asking if he knew where Mark was. It’s Tuesday, his most free day of the week so he could be anywhere. Jaemin replied not after five minutes.

Jaemin: not sure but he mentioned something about the library??

You: okay thank you!

From that, you knew exactly where Mark is. There was a small patio-like spot beside the library that he likes going to. Not a lot of people utilize the place since the tables and chairs are almost always filled with dried fallen leaves from the surrounding trees but Mark likes the thought of being close to nature.

That day though, there were more people around the area than usual. It was lunchtime so most people were out of the classrooms. Still, it wasn’t hard spotting Mark. It has never been much of a challenge finding him in a crowd of people. You saw him as soon as he came into view, sitting by the table on the corner under one of the ginkgo trees. He had his laptop open and a box of food beside it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration one moment and then he was laughing the next. 

You were about to make your way towards him but immediately stopped in your tracks when you realized he wasn’t alone.

You didn’t know who the girl was. You’ve seen her a lot of times in class and in the hallway. You even have a vague memory of Mark talking to her one time. But you never really bothered to learn her name. She had that soft, innocent look that goes so well with her shy smile. She had her hair tucked in her ears to show just enough of her pretty face. She was beautiful. Unconventionally but undeniably. But none of that mattered.

When she said something with a smirk and Mark let out his trademark laugh, nose scrunching, hand repeatedly hitting the table, shoulders shaking and all, it felt like something punched you in the stomach. He uttered something in reply and now both of them are clutching their sides for laughing too hard. 

He looks happy, you thought, I should be, too.

But you aren’t. You continued watching their exchange, him showing her something on his laptop and both of them laughing once again. Your chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it and now it hurts to breathe. You didn’t realize you’ve been clutching the plastic bag containing the muffin too hard until you felt the sting of nails digging on your palms. You knew you should look away but you couldn’t. You wanted to run towards him. You wanted to tell the girl to scooch over so you can sit beside Mark and give him his muffin.

This is pathetic. I should be happy for him, you said to yourself. But why am I not?

You wanted to be angry, to scream and say that it should be you he’s laughing like that with. To say that it’s you he should be spending his time with. You wanted to ask if he still feels the way he said he does about you. And if he does, then why this? But you remained glued to the ground.

You hated how you were being selfish. You rejected him, remember? So why do you expect him to follow your tails like an intoxicated mad dog? Why can’t you be happy at the possibility that he found someone that feels the same way he does? Why does it… hurt? It’s not supposed to. If you really are friends, then him being happy with someone after your rejection should make you happy as well. If you really are friends, then you shouldn’t be standing here looking stupid, watching them from afar, wishing he’s with you instead.

“What are you looking at?”

You jumped at the sudden disruption, almost dropping your muffins. “What the hell, Jaemin?!” you whined, finally looking away from Mark.

“Mark hyung and Mina?” he snorted.

So that’s her name. “No,” you lied, forcing yourself to take a step away, then another, then another.

“Are you jealous?” Jaemin teased. “Have you finally realized you’re also whipped for our hyung?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Then why are you almost crying?” 

You blinked. You didn’t even realize the tears pooling in your eyes. Why are you being like this? “Shut up. I’m not.”

Jaemin only shrugged. “Fine. Torture yourself, then.” He smirked. “By the way, Jeno and I are inviting people to our place this Friday after exams. Just some drinks and maybe karaoke, I don’t know. We all deserve a break from hell. Wanna come?”

You didn’t reply. Your mind was too preoccupied with other things.

“Mark hyung is coming,” he said. “Maybe Mina too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you said immediately, suddenly coming up with a decision.

The boy laughed. “You are jealous! God, I love it when you prove yourself wrong. You shouldn’t be though. You already know he likes you.”

“I’m not jealous! Stop it,” you whined, really wanting to cry this time. Everything is so frustrating and Jaemin is not being of any help. You wanted to go home and just wrap yourself in your blanket and maybe one of Mark’s hoodies.

“Then come to our place this Friday. It’s gonna be fun.” He grinned.

“Fine. Whatever. Just get away from me, you little shit,” you said, kicking him lightly in the butt.

You didn’t know if it was a lie or not but if Mark really is seeing someone now, you just didn’t like the idea of seeing them flirt with each other in front of your eyes. Even the thought of it makes you want to pull all your hair out. Is that considered jealousy? If so, why are you feeling it for someone who’s supposed to be just a friend?

Thursday came and you found yourself crying after realizing the shirt you’ve been wearing the whole day was Mark’s. No wonder he looked surprised seeing you in the hallway. He looked away immediately though, acting as if you weren’t there. It didn’t even cross your mind since you use this shirt quite a lot.

After calming yourself down, you put your playlist on shuffle and cried some more after Friends by Ed Sheeran started playing. You didn’t even realize how fitting the song was for your situation until now. Mark probably did.

You remembered him singing that song once. The two of you were just lounging in his apartment. He was playing his guitar while you pretended to study when in reality you were just looking at him. You watched as his fingers plucked and strummed the guitar strings while he softly mumbled lyrics, head bobbing to the tune. He’s good. Unsurprisingly, since he’s good at everything.

When he realized you were staring at him, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk. “No, my friends won’t love me like you do,” he sang. 

You looked away, your cheeks heating up almost immediately. It was hard to focus on your readings when he’s sitting right in front of you looking like that, singing like that. You sighed. He truly was never being subtle about how he felt.

After finishing the song, Mark put his guitar down and laid his head on your lap, not even bothering to ask if it’s okay. That’s how comfortable you were with each other.

“What are you doing?” You remember whining.

“Wake me up after 15 minutes,” he said, already closing his eyes. You took a photo of him that night. He’s cute when he’s asleep. Even cuter when you look at him up close. 

Of course, you just had to search your camera roll to find the photo. When you did, it felt as if a storm was raging on your stomach and a gorilla was pounding on your chest. It never dawned to you just how much it hurts that he suddenly left you alone until that moment.

“Goddamn, I miss you so much,” you muttered, looking at his peaceful expression in the photo.

And then you cried some more. You feel lost.

All you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and inhale his scent and listen to how his day went (and maybe accidentally fall asleep together). It sucks because you really had no one else to turn to. The single person who has always been your safe place doesn’t want to talk to you and even if he did, you really wouldn’t know what to say. Perhaps friends really aren’t like that. The thought of everyone being right when they said that maybe you and Mark were never really just friends has never been stronger than it was tonight.

Still, you couldn’t be bothered to sort your feelings out.

He feels like home, you thought. It was the best way to explain the sense of comfort and safety and the feeling of being more than enough that he provides you. It’s the only thing you can think of when your mind drifts to how he is always the constant person that you run to at the end of the day. But friends can feel like home, too, right?

Not to this extent. Not really.

Friday. You found yourself aimlessly roaming around the neighborhood after your classes in the hopes of distracting yourself from your feelings or whatever the hell they’re supposed to be called. You wouldn’t have remembered Jaemin’s party if you didn’t happen to pass by their apartment building.

You stood in front of it for two solid minutes, contemplating whether to go or not.

Mark might be there, you thought. With everything that’s going on in your head and with all the mess happening in your chest, would it really be a good idea to see him? You thought maybe all these things you’re feeling are just a result of missing him. All these sadness and confusion might just be because you miss your best friend.

So you entered the building. You told yourself that you’ll try talking to him again this time, no matter how stubborn he’s going to be. And if it still doesn’t change anything, then you will take it as a sign to let him go. If not forever, then at least for now.

You reached the door to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment. Even from the outside, the sound of the bass can already be heard. You wondered how long before the neighbors would file a complaint against them, but knowing Jaemin and Jeno, their neighbors are probably inside, partying with them right now.

Before entering, you looked down on your chest just to make sure you were wearing your own shirt and not Mark’s. It didn’t feel right wearing his stuff anymore. God, it really felt like you just broke up. Why is it like this?

You took a deep breath and opened the door. There were already a lot of people inside even if it was just 8 in the evening. Most of them, you know the faces of. You smiled to greet some and muttered a hi to others.

Renjun spotted you as soon as you came into the living room. “Y/N!” He grinned, handing you a cup of god knows what. “Jaemin said he invited you but we were all pretty sure you were gonna ghost us. But you didn’t!”

You laughed hesitantly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Drink up. It’s a cocktail I made myself,” he said proudly, almost forcing the cup into your mouth.

You took a sip, figuring it won’t do any harm but you spat the liquid back to the cup as soon as it touched your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just mixed in everything I could find. Thanks for trying it out though. I’ve been looking for a volunteer for five minutes already.”

You frowned. There were a lot of things you were unsure of at the moment but there is one thing that’s certain: you have weird friends. You were about to complain to Renjun when he plucked the cup from your grip and went on to find another victim, not even bothering to listen when you said you literally spat on the cup.

Mark didn’t seem to be anywhere. The apartment wasn’t that big so if he was here, it would be easy to spot him. Maybe he decided not to show up after knowing you were coming. And honestly, part of you was relieved. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you still didn’t know what to say. 

I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I miss you so much and I did a lot of thinking and maybe we really shouldn’t be labeled as just friends but I don’t know if I love you, is that okay? That’s just stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

You wanted to leave. Parties have never really been your thing. You usually just go because Mark asked you to since he loves interacting with people. But you figured you needed some alcohol in your system, mainly as a distraction, but also to give you a boost of courage just in case. So you made your way to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with anyone as much as possible.

You stopped in your tracks as you came to the kitchen. The sound of that laugh was all too familiar.

Great, you thought. Mark was there. And Mina was too. But so were Jeno and Jaemin who exchanged looks as soon as their eyes landed on you. They were all laughing about something before you came.

“You’re here!” Jaemin said a little too enthusiastically in a poor attempt to address the sudden increase of tension in the room.

“Hi,” you said, smiling sheepishly, purposefully avoiding Mark’s gaze which you could feel boring into you. “Just gonna get a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Jeno said. Jaemin smirked beside him. 

The refrigerator was just beside Mark. Just great, you thought again. You walked towards it, desperately trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes following your every move.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, still not looking at your best friend.

Mark took a step sideways before opening the fridge for you. You muttered a quick thanks before grabbing the first bottle your hands landed on, not even bothering to check what it was. You really just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the talking to Mark plan was flawed from the beginning because you clearly can’t find the courage in you to face him now.

Beside you, Mark clicked his tongue. He was so close that you could smell his perfume mixed with a bit of alcohol. It made your knees weak. 

He took the bottle from your hand and put it back before grabbing a different one and handing it to you. “The other one had vodka. Vodkas give you a headache, remember?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Not gonna lie, you wanted to cry at that moment. “Thanks.”

You could hear Jaemin snickering behind you but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care. You turned to everyone and said a quick goodbye before dashing out of the kitchen.

Your heart was beating hard and rapidly and not because you moved too fast. You didn’t know why but it hurt seeing Mark like that, like he was okay, like nothing changed with the two of you. It hurt knowing that even after everything, he still knows you the best.

You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear. But you couldn’t leave without passing by the kitchen. Somehow, you know someone in there would stop you. If not Mark, then definitely Jaemin. But you really wanted to be alone. So you resorted to the next best thing. You whipped your phone out and sent Jaemin a text.

You: thanks for inviting me to this party. now i feel like shit :D

Jaemin: IM SORRY BUT DONT LEAVE YET TF

You:  i need to be alone and i cant leave without passing by the kitchen and seeing mark. so pls let me use your room for a while.

You: i wont do anything i promise. i just need to calm down.

Jaemin: fine but dont lock the door

You: okay thanks

The door to Jaemin’s room was at the other end of the apartment. You made your way through the noisy crowd, slipping from Renjun’s weird gimmicks when he tried to make you a victim once again, before finally reaching the quiet confines of Jaemin’s room.

The thin walls barely blocked the noise but at least there was no one else here. You sat at the edge of the bed and placed the beer bottle on the floor. You forgot you didn’t even manage to open it. So you just stared at your feet, trying to catch your breath even if you didn’t do anything. That heavy feeling on your chest was back again. It was now associated with being in Mark’s presence.

You started counting to ten to calm yourself down before burying your face on your palms, breaking down into sobs as soon as your forehead came in contact with your fingers. “God, why can’t I just…” you cried, “... admit it to myself already?”

You wanted to thrash around in the bed in frustration but you thought Jaemin didn’t deserve such a mess so you settled with getting up and lightly banging your head against the door. It’s a bad habit you do when you feel annoyed or frustrated. Mark has always been reminding you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Mark. Again. You groaned, hitting your head a little harder this time.

Someone knocked on the door making you stop. You took a step back, thinking you just imagined it. But there it was again.

“Someone’s here,” you said, trying to hide the sound of your voice breaking.

“I know. Can I come in?” It was Mark. There was no question. 

Your heart started pounding on your chest once again. You wanted to tell him to go away but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. 

He took your silence as a yes. He swung the door slightly and poked his head through the small opening. Your hands immediately flew to your face to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“You know, I came in here because I didn’t wanna see you when I pass by the kitchen if I leave then you come here making me look like a clown,” you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

Mark chuckled softly. “Why didn’t you wanna see me?”

You didn’t reply. Your face felt hot, not just because of the tears that just won’t stop falling but also because all the blood has come rushing to your cheeks.

Mark grabbed both your wrists and gently lowered your hands down, trying to see your face, but your head bent down as soon as it wasn’t covered. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, hands still on your wrists.

“No.”

“Are you crying?” The idiot crouched down to have a glimpse of your face making you whine and cover your face again. “Last I checked, I should be the one looking brokenhearted around here.”

“God I hate you,” you mumbled. “You ignored me for nearly four weeks and you come in here just to make fun of me.”

He let out an empty laugh. “Well, you did break my heart so…”

At that, you removed your hands from your face to look at him. You were going to say sorry but Mark had that smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. It was almost convincing if you weren’t so good at reading the real emotions in his eyes. His expression softened upon finally seeing you properly.

He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze either. That just confirmed how hard he was trying to keep up with the exterior he was showing everyone.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice breaking.

He sighed.  “I told you. It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you cried. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t realize how easy it was to misread what we had because let’s face it, we don’t act like ‘just friends.’ I’m sorry because I was too blind to see how you felt even when you weren’t really trying to hide it. I’m sorry because even though I rejected you, I was so selfish that I still wanted to keep you for myself without realizing that you probably needed to be away from me to move on. I’m sorry because…” you swallowed.

Mark was just looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation of what you were going to say next. You missed him. You missed that cute face of his. You missed being in his presence. You missed his voice and his laugh and how he loves teasing you even if he probably feels like shit inside. You missed everything. Four weeks have been too long without each other. Four weeks is too long without your best friend. Four weeks is too long without your home. And that’s when you realized…

“... I can’t let you go. And I might be too late, but I’m sorry that I only just realized why.”

“Why?” he asked. 

It was a simple question. Why? Yet it managed to carve out every single feeling you’ve ever felt for this boy. Every little moment he made you laugh. Every small heartbreak you get when he fails to keep his tiny promises. Every single night you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep next to each other. Every ounce of fulfillment you get when you finally convince him to sleep after a long day. Every goodnight. Every good morning. Everything.

“I love you,” you said. It sounded almost like an exhale.

For a moment, Mark didn’t reply. Your head immediately started swarming with unwelcomed thoughts. Maybe you were too late. You almost forgot about Mina who he seems to be having an excellent time with. Maybe he managed to move on within those four weeks. It’s possible, right? You had your chance and you missed it. 

Finally, Mark let out a laugh, his head falling down to look at the floor. “I told you you didn’t have to say it back,” he said, voice soft.

You shook your head. “I’m not saying it because you said it first,” you said. “I realize this might be the worst timing but I just thought you should know you weren’t the only one being stupid enough to fall for their best friend. I was just too dumb to realize that that’s what it was.”

“Why would it be the worst timing?” He frowned.

You felt like crying again. You really wish you had some alcohol in your system right now. Why is this whole confession thing taking so long? “‘Cause you’re dating Mina? Or trying to. I don’t know. I tried not keeping tabs on you because our friends are assholes who wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’s pretty, by the way. You two look good together.”

Mark laughed again. It was raw and real this time, and god, the way your chest tightened in endearment at the sound was so pure. “You thought me and Mina are dating?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen you guys together a lot.” Well, once. But you tend to overestimate things.

“No!” He snorted. “Jaemin and I are trying to get her and Jeno together. If anything, she made me realize that we definitely aren’t just friends.”

“Really?” Now you just feel stupid. But what else is new? It’s all you’ve been feeling lately. Come to think of it, Mark and Mina didn’t even come close to how you two act with each other.

“Really,” he said. “Friends don’t stay at each other’s place and cuddle with each other just to fall asleep, Y/N. Besides, I said I love you, didn’t I? Did you really think that’s just gonna go away that quickly?”

“Mark, I can’t even sort my feelings out. How am I supposed to figure out how yours work?” You sighed.

“Fine. Just to be clear, I still love you. Even if you don’t, I love you,” he said, taking both your hands and placing it on his shoulder before putting his on your waist.

“But I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I love you. Even if you’re the dorkiest person I know, I love you.” Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. You’ve run your hands through his hair so many times before. You wondered why it never crossed your mind that you liked doing it not because his hair is soft but because you were sucker for the domestic feeling of it.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling that he had to bury his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m not used to this, sorry.”

“Me neither,” you laughed.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled away just enough to look at you. All those times you’ve stood this close before does not even compare to how it’s like right now. This is the perfect mix of feeling new but familiar.

“You have no idea how many mornings I fought the urge to kiss you whenever we wake up next to each other,” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you know, is there?” you muttered, eyes fluttering to his lips.

You pulled Mark down by the neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips finally connecting. The idea of kissing him isn’t new to you. There were so many times before that you’ve found yourself inches away from his face and slamming your lips together wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But this is the first you actually kissed him yet he felt so familiar that you were almost sure you’ve done this a million times before. His lips were soft against yours that it made you weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding onto you like he was, you probably would’ve crumpled already.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That didn’t even come close to how I imagined it would feel like.”

You laughed. “This whole night didn’t come close to how I imagined it would be like. I thought you were gonna keep on ignoring me. And honestly, I wouldn’t know how to cope anymore because I really, really miss you already. So thanks for saving me.”

“Stop making me blush. I don’t know how I can possibly love you more than this.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This was only one of the very few times that the reality went better than your expectations. But then again, maybe you and Mark have always been meant to happen. It was happening even before you realized it was. And now that you finally managed to sort how you both felt, there was no more wasting chances.

“Do I still have to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“We’ve literally slept in the same bed so many times. I’d be more surprised if we’re not dating already,” you joked.

Mark grinned. “You’re literally the only one who didn’t realize that until today, but it’s okay, I still love you.”

You laughed. “Wanna go outside and pretend we didn’t make up? I’m 100% sure Jaemin betted on us.”

“I worry how your mind works sometimes, Y/N,” Mark said with a frown before kissing you on the forehead. “But let’s do it.”

You smiled. You’ve said it a lot but you really missed this proximity. You missed being able to hug him whenever you want, and now you can kiss him whenever you want too. You wanted to say you could get used to this, but the thing is… you already are.

[themadauthorshatter]

Time to jump back into the fray!!

If you haven't read the first three parts, feel free to catch up, here, here, and here

Quick recap time, like really quick because Part 3 was purposely meant to be chill: Charles is suspended for breaking rank, and so his ribs can heal(that fail text would absolutely call Henry fat, and you can't prove me wrong). Henry and the Toppats, however, have noticed and pieced together that since Charles took the sapphire, he have had a hand in hiding it.

With that out of the way, LET'S GO CHECK ON CHARLES!!!!

Our pilot friend is still on that phone call with Henry, though he walks into his bedroom to take the call.

"Charles? You still there?"

"What do you want?"

"Is that anyway to talk to a friend?" Henry asks as he sits back in his chair.

"We are not friends," Charles growls. "Tell me what you want, or I'm hanging up."

"I can always call you back."

To test that theory, Charles hangs up.

True to his word, Henry calls back.

Charles rolls his eyes and shakes his hands to get the nerves put; remember, Henry was dangerously close to killing him, so he is terrified to answer his phone.

"That was just rude," Henry barks.

"I'll do it again. Watch."

"Ah, ah, ah, I really wouldn't do that, if I were you," Henry replies, though TV perspective we'd see Charles go to hang up again.

"Why not?"

"Because, as far as we both know, you're the only one between us and the sapphire and I'm the only one keeping you safe on that planet down there."

Charles gets a cold sweat and checks on the twins before returning to the conversation. "What are you saying?"

Henry sits back in his chair, making a note to PERSONALLY thank Burt and the other techies who hacked Charles's phone and made it possible to track him.

"Everyone's really upset about that trick you pulled the other night. Sneaky as it was, we found out about the sapphire first, so finders keepers."

Charles smirks and leans against the wall. "But you can't take it back. We hid it, and you're not getting it."

"Not yet."

Those too words stop Charles from celebrating his small victory further.

"We may not know where it is, but you do."

Charles puts the pieces together and struggles to keep his composure.

He may be able to call the army, but, remember, he's been hacked. They can stop that call. And even if he does call for help, the toppats can just beam him into the station anyway.

I should probably mention that Charles does not know he's been hacked.

Back on track, and in the orbital station, Henry smiles and chuckles as Charles is speechless and unable to form words.

"I'll see you soon, Charlie."

With that, Henry hangs up and leaves Charles pale and in a cold sweat.

He doesn't know where the sapphire is exactly, but the twins do.

Speaking of the twins, Calvin looks through the pantry and groans, voicing his disdain when Charles leaves his room, the pilot having thrown on some jeans and coat before leaving with his headset.

"You have absolutely nothing to eat here."

"We'll go shopping later, now get your shoes on, you two. We have to leave," Charles says as he puts on his own boots.

Both Calvin and Konrad exchange glances. "Why?"

Charles looks at them both, eyes wide and a small amount of sweat gathering at his forehead.

"They know."

They saddle up and head out, Charles driving because he's the oldest, and just really needs to calm down so he can think; driving or piloting in general is somewhat of a coping mechanism for him.

All three are silent as they head out, though Konrad breaks the silence after a little while.

"Where are we going?"

Both only get more tense when Charles remains silent for a moment.

With a deep breath, though, Charles speaks up.

"I'm dropping you two off at the base."

"Why?" Calvin asks before asking the REAL burning question. "Who was it that called earlier?"

Charles bites his tongue and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "Guess."

Calvin shudders as he stares out the window, but Konrad groans.

"What is that creep's deal? What'd you do to piss him off!?"

"All I did was take the sapphire," Charles explains, edgy like a kid wrongly accused of stealing. "I mean, I did pilot when we tried taking down the airship, and we fought, but that's it."

The twins are quiet for the rest of the drive, which is great because Charles is formulating himself a plan.

Here's what he will not be doing and the reasons why:

He's going solo so neither of the twins get hurt. They know where the sapphire is, so if the Toppats and Henry get a hold of them, the operation's a bust; there are a lot of armories, but the twins know which one holds the sapphire.

He's not calling for back up because a lot of soldiers are still injured, and there needs to be a lot of hands on deck to keep that sapphire safe.

He hasn't told Galeforce and isn't going to because then he'll rally troops to help Charles, leaving the base with a slight decrease in arms should there be an attack.

The Government cannot afford another attack, and guess who would get blamed if there were a large amount of casualties and the sapphire getting stolen.

After a quiet drive, Charles drops off the twins and thanks them for spending time with him, and asks them to cover for him until he gets back.

"And when are you coming back?"

Charles doesn't really answer that, driving off instead, yelling back to them, "Stay safe!"

"We should be telling you that!" Calvin shouts back.

This attracts the attention of Rupert, who approaches as he rubs his shoulder; just a small training injury, don't worry.

"What's he doing out so late?"

"Laundry," Konrad replies as Calvin replies, "Groceries."

Rupert narrows his eyes and folds his arms over his chest.

"You know, Errands," Calvin shrugs.

"Didn't you two drive to his house?"

"Our car broke down."

"Then why'd he tell you to 'stay safe?'"

"We ran into some coyotes."

"Coyotes in the fall, while it's cold out?"

The twins tense up and eye each other before turning back to Rupert.

"What's that crazy bastard up to? And tell ne everything."

CUT TO CHARLES!!!!!

Charles is taking an off road and is sort of speeding, so it's a good thing there's no one else on the road with him.

Or so he thinks.

TV perspective, Charles drives and tries taking a few deep breaths to calm himself before a hand knocks on his window. A cybernetic hand.

He looks over and finds Right Hand Man next to him, giving a cheeky little wave.

The two get into a slam-off, where they slam into each other, Charles trying to get Right off him and Right trying to get Charles to crash.

When Right elbows the window, and breaks it, Charles arms himself and shoots, Right dropping slightly to avoid the bullet.

Charles continues to speed, and break the law, but Right keeps pace easily(damned cyborg, that's cheating😑).

When Right gets close enough to grab Charles, the pilot SLAMS on the brakes, making his pursuer rocket forward as his own vehicle screeches to a halt by some woods.

Charles pants in his seat as he watches Right fly off, upward, and turns back around towards him.

He leaves the car and runs into the woods, trying to run with injured ribs and with Right on his tail, who's switched to giving chase on foot.

From his place in the airship, Henry watches the two of them on a monitor, noting in his mind that Charles should've been smart and called for some kind of back up rather than be an altruist and gone alone.

On Earth, Charles hides behind a tree with Right ten or so feet away.

Charles gulps and takes another shot, just a warning to get Right off his back.

He gets a lazer beam in response, one he has to duck from in order to not get gaster blasted like the tree, with falls down in front of him(I've been watching a lot of Undertale stuff).

Henry sees this and shoots to his feet, quickly calling Right as he takes aim and approaches the tree stump.

"What?"

"What did I say about killing him!?" Henry snaps. "We need him alive!"

"One piece is still alive, 'Enry," Right snarls.

Charles quickly shoots at his ankle and knocks him down before running off again, much to Right's growing annoyance.

"Well, we need him in one piece AND alive. Bring him back tied up, gagged, and unconscious, if you have to," Henry barks.

"Consider it done,"/"With pleasure," Right replies as he stands back up and continues after Charles.

With Charles, he is literally trying his damndest to stay ahead and not get caught, knowing a city is coming up and all he needs is Right to stay away long enough for him to get there.

Too bad Right's cybernetic and has eternal stamina because of it.

Charles hides behind more trees and eventually finds himself accidentally falling done a hill and finding himself at the bottom of a canyon, which he is not happy with; must've taken a wrong turn.

He goes to turn back, but hides behind a rock or tree when Right jumps and super hero lands into the canyon.

You know those suspense sequences where the antagonist is searching for the person, who throws a rock or stone to get the antagonist distracted?

Charles does that, and Right follows the sound, much to his relief as he sighs.

RIGHT IS NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO FALL FOR THAT AND GRABS AND PICKS UP CHARLES BY HIS NECK.

You should probably mention that during the rumble, Charles messed up his ribs again and lost his gun.

"That was clever, kid, but it's not gonna help you."

Right's eye turns to a phone as he calls Henry.

"I've got 'im here for you."

Charles throws a kick into Right's jaw, but only ends up thrown into a tree to get him to stop moving.

"Hold still!"

Henry winces at the sudden shout, but smiles nonetheless. "Just hold onto him until you meet up with the others."

"On it."

Right's feet turn into a mini rocket, and he and Charles take off, toward the city.

Closer to it, though, Charles throws a kick into his stomach, which makes Right drop him on a skyscraper-esque building, completly on accident.

Charles tries to combat roll to a landing as best as hr can, but landing on his back, panting as he watches Right rocket a little far back. He groans when he sees Right turn around and turns onto his eblows and knees, holding his ribs as best as he can, so he's basically on his knees with his forehead against the roof as he holds his ribs; I've never broken or cracked my own ribs, but I'm imagining it hurts like a son of a bitch.

And it doesn't get better for Charles when a gun is held at his head.

"Don't move, if you know what's good for you."

Charles and Carol glare at each other, Charles noting she's accompanied by Sven, Ellie, and Right.

With another groan, he shakily stands up and raises his hands, exchanging glares between Ellie, Carol, and Right as Sven approaches him.

Charles goes to shove him back, but is grabbed from behind, a shove stomping on the back of his knee and making him fall down right on his ribs.

"Not bad, Reg," Right says with a nod.

Reginald replies with a whimper-groan sort of noise. "Using shackles to restrain someone and kidnapping. The government will have our heads."

"Let GO!" Charles snaps as he kicks at Reginald, who lets go because Charles may be little and a hovernment pilot, but he's scary.

Ellie solves that with a boot to his temple. "Carol, Sven, get his feet. We have to make sure he doesn't get himself killed on the way back."

Charles hisses through his teeth and struggles against his restraints. He kicks out from under Ellie and kicks Sven back before Right grabs the back of his collar and Ellie and Carol take hold of his arms and pull him to his feet, though Right does have to tie a rag in his mouth to keep him from biting.

"Remind me to find the dog a muzzle," Carol remarks.

"Burt, we've got him. Beam us up," Sven calls.

On the orbital station, Henry chuckles to himself because there is a huge number of ways the plan could have gone wrong.

Charles could have crashed.

A rib could have punctured his lung during his tumble.

Right could have incinerated him.

The tree could have fallen on him.

Charles could have fallen to his death.

All things considered, this was definitely the best case scenario.

"Hey, Henry?" Ellie asks in an ear piece Henry's wearing. "Meet us in Bay 7. We've got a surprise for you."

Happy birthday to me, he thinks to himself as he walks to meet them, though he's seriously fighting the urge to skip and get excited like a little kid.

With Charles, he's light headed and seeing stars from getting beamed for the first time and Sven releases his hands so he doesn't fall on his face.

"I know pilots can stand being in the air, but I didn't think you'd get nauseous from a quick 'pickup' from Earth."

Charles turns his head up in time to see Henry walk toward him and kneel down to his level, lifting his chin to both get a better look at him and so Charles can look back at him, better if he's seeing two Henry's at once.

Charles tries charging at him, but Carol and Ellie hold him back.

Upon noticing the rag, Henry gestures about it.

Reginald holds up his hand to reveal a mishap that happened during the trip up. "If you ever faced someone with sharp teeth like his, you'd do the same."

Henry scowls, but everyone's attention turns to Charles as he coughs into the rag, which begins to stain red.

Guess I spoke too soon.

They ask what they should do, caught in a momemt of panic, as they still hold a struggling Charles, who still wants to fight Henry, even though he's worse than how he started and on the verge of passing out.

As he drifts off, Henry looks back at and walks toward him, holding his chin again.

"Welcome to the Toppat Orbital Station, Charles."

Charles collapses and Henry stands and signs to Ellie and the others, 'Get him patched up and in a cell. I'll talk to him myself later.'

They nod and cart him off to the infirmary.

Henry, however, walks to his room. Once he gets there, he lets out a very shaky breath and almost falls face first into his desk before catching himself, laughing and crying simultaneously.

I genuinely hope you remembered that headcanon of Henry remembering the timelines, because he laughs in victory at retrieving Charles, but cries as well for the fact that he'd almost lost Charles again, though this time he shouldn't have to worry because there's no government destroyer and they're not fighting to take down the Toppat Clan.

This was longer than I thought it would be, but I hope you guys enjoyed!!!

[violetnotez]

HC: Being Handcuffed to the Boys

I only did Midoriya and Bakugo because Im lazy-sry- but I hope you enjoy! :)

|Part 2 w/ Kirishima+Shouto|

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Midoriya

Midoriya, as sweet and intelligent as he is, was NOT that smart that day

He was studying hero terminology, laws and rules to help him be a better hero, until a thought popped in his head- what if he needed to know how to use handcuffs? Like in some random situation where he needed to detain someone and the only thing he could was use handcuffs, could he do it?

Of course he could but he over thought it and convinced himself he COULDNT and began to slightly freak out

So of course he called you, but he didnt give you ANY info to go off of why he needed you so badly and it kind confused and worried you

“Y/n- I need you to come over quickly”

“Why, is something wrong or-”

“No, no, nothings wrong! Just- come over soon-please?”

“Im coming, Im coming, dont worry….”

When you finally got to his dorm room, you expected him to have some super important news to tell you- like he was hurt, or there was a huge pop  quiz you two needed to study for ASAP...but you were met with  blushing Midoriy holding hndcuffs

KiNkY

You just stared at him and at the handcuffs with a huge WTH face

You dont have the slighest idea of were he had HANDCUFFS

“Umm care to explain why you have handcuffs?”

He explains it to you, and you wanna laugh at how adorably overreactive your boyfriend is but you dont because you wnt him to know you take his concerns seriously

 So he tells you his plan- he was going to put one side of the handcuffs on you as if your were a villian, and one on him (the smart thing to do, he said, so if they couldnt escape because theyd be attached to him), and then take them off. Easy peasy!

NOT EASY PEASY

He put his side of the hand cuff with ease, but when it came to you it took FOREVER

He was so scared to hurt you (like pinch your skin or something) it took him 3 whole minutes to crank it closed

“Midoriya, why are you taking so long?”

“Well-I dont want to hurt you!” he blushed, sweating alittle as he tried his best to not potentially hurt you

“Your not going to hurt me- besides, I thought I was supposed to be a ‘villian’?”

“But- your not a villian- your my girlfriend! And I cant hurt my girlfriend!” he would protest as you laughed at his cuteness

Once it was finally on, Izuku felt way more relaxed- he did it,he could do it, and he wouldnt have to worry about some wierd freak scenario where he couldnt use handcuffs

So, naturally, you ask is he could unlock you guys since he was content with his work

“Yeah of course!” hed say with a sigh of relief until he’ll realize- he forgot where the key was

He’ll start sweating alot and you’ll get super concern

“Izuku, are you all right?”

“Umm….”he confess timidly, “I may or may not have…. Forgotten where the key is.”

Not gonna lie, youre gonna freak out a little

Your literally HAND CUFFED to your boyfriend

He spends 30 minutes in a rampage looking for it (yanking and dragging you around his room in the process)

“I know its here, I just had it, Ill find it I promise-”

Your wrists was turning red from the constant yanking and you had to finally just tell him to stop and figure out another way out of them

You two sit on his bed and thought for a moment- Midoriya’s first thought was Iida and Ochaco, since their his best freinds

But you didnt know for sure what they would do but ask awkward questions and freak out a little like you both did

You then thought of Mina with her acid quirk, but then thought better of it- she didnt have the best control over it and you didnt feel like having your skin melted off

And she was besties with Kaminari and Sero, the biggest pervs at UA, so if they even caught a glance at you two theyd take it the wrong way and you two wouldnt hear the end of it

You giys pondered on what to do next until Midoriya finally got an idea

“What if we go to Hatsume? She has so many gadgets she must have a way to unlock us”

You groaned- you were okay with Hatsume, her perosnality was a little- loud- which was fine, its just you could totally tell she had the hots for Deku and you didnt really appreciate that side of her...but she was your best bet….

“Fine, lets go”

The walk to the her workshop was tortorius- you two both wrapped yourselves up in your biggest jackets to hide the handcuffs so no one could see (even though it was the middle of the afternoon) and holding each others hand so it looked like you were just holding hands and nothing more

It was nerve wracking- you didnt want any of opur classmates to talk to you, let alone see you until you had those CUFFS OFF

When you finally get there, you were so grateful Hatsume was by herself 

And as perky as ever

Izuku tells about your guys predicament timidly as you both have huge blushes

But Hatsume doesnt seem to care about your embarrasment or how you got into that situation at all- shes just excited to try out a “new baby” 

She interjects Izuku with a loud outburst and begins to whip out a bunch of crazy looking gadgets

You look at Midoriya with a skeptical look but you allow her to get close and try to relese you guys

Surprisingly, after a few minutes you were free, and the sound of cold metal hit the tiles

You both rubbed your wrists happy to be out of those restraints

You start to laugh from relief, thanking Hatsume and turning to Midoriya with a stern grin

“Im  not going to ask today….but one day I will figure out how you got those handcuffs”

*small gulp from Izuku

Bakugo

Some days you wonder if your friends WANT to die

You and Bakugo had had a thing for each other for weeks

It was painfully obvious- you would be a blushing mess with Bakugo, giving him the biggest comebacks whenever he was mean to you all the while so red you looked liked you would explode

Bakugo was such a rude dirtbag to you most of the girls wondered how you restrained yourself from slapping him, calling you mean names and criticizing you for the smallest things

But if anybody hurt you or even said you were cute or pretty

OH NO

He would become so angry and possessive it was terrifying

So, since all of Class 1A was sick of hearing you deny any sort of love towards Bakugo and sick of almost getting their hair fried off by Bakugo if they even mentioned your name, they decided to take matters into their own hands

One day, Mina had called you over, leading you over to Kirishima and Bakugou

Your heart already began to quickly start beating just being near him

Bakugo huffed, hating how just seeing that annoyingly pretty face of  yours put his body into overdrive

“Whyd you bring this extra over?”

You rolled your eyes with your cheeks on fire, pretending like the comment didn't hurt as Mina gasped at his blatant rudeness

“Whatever, Bakugo, your just still bitter that I beat you in training last week-”

“Howd you beat me?! I was distracted for 2 seconds, that was no win-”

“Really?! So eating the dirt because I had KO-ed your cocky ass doesn't mean-”

“It means jack shit baka!”

Unknowing to the both of you as you bickered, Kaminari was sneaking behind you two with a pair of handcuffs while Sero followed him with an evil grin from behind

Before you two even knew it, Kaminari had clasped one side of a pair of hand cuffs to one of your wrists and one to Bakugos, Sero using his tape quirk to keep you two from squirming

You were confused and startled on what was even going on, while Bakugo was extremely pissed off

“What the hell do you think youre doing you idiots!”

“Cool down Spiky, or youll blow a fuse!” Sero laughed at his handiwork as you both squirmed to get out on the restraints

“Im gonna do worse than blow a fuse,” Bakugo spat at the whole grorup, “Im gonna blow up your asses into space once I get out of this!”

“Ohhh no your not!” Kirishima smirked at Bakugo”s clearly agitated face and your distressed expression “You two are going to stay like this until you can act like normal human beings around each other”

“Kirishima this isnt cool!” you whined, “How long am I going to have to be attached to this rabid hedgehog?!” You nodded towards Bakugo, who clearly didn't like your comment

“Rabid hedgehog?!” Bakugo shrieked, “Say that one more time and Ill-”

“And youll blast me into space? Fry me into Hell? Kick my ass into next week? Save your breath Katsuki, Ive heard every threat you can throw at me!” You snapped at Bakugou, your annoyance and stress of being stuck to him for God’s no how long making you jumpy-you cant be stuck to your crush YOU CANT

Bakugo looked like a fish gulping for a water as he was looking for a come back to that, as Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari looked shocked and amused by a stuttering Bakugo

“You guys are gonna stay together for as long as you need to,” Kirishima said, “we have the key to unlock the cuffs, so when you guys are ready- just come and get one of us!”

The group walked out, Sero and Kaminari betting how long it would take you two to have an agreement as Kirishima pushed them out the door

You stood there with Bakugou awkwardly for a few moments, him unable to look at you-his cheeks were on fire because of one little thing you said earlier

And you didnt even know GOD DAMMIT

You looked at Bakugou, thinking he was just ignoring you like usual- the BrAt

You sighed, “Look- if were going to be chained up like this, might as well get some things off our chests….” you swallowed hoping he couldnt feel your hand shake from being so close to him

He didnt say anything, your voice ringing in his ears and making me him shiver- GOD DAMMIT WHY WAS HE SO DAMN WEAK FOR YOU

He didnt say anything for a while, making you feel hurt and kinda bored

“Fine then, if you dont want to talk, at least walk with me to the kitchen-”

“You called me Katsuki.” He grumbled, still not wanting to look at you

“What?” You looked at him, confused on WHY he wouldnt look at you and why calling him by his first name was such a big deal

 “You called me by my first name-Katsuki.”

“Okkkkaaaay,” you drawled out, completely confused and annoyed, “dont know why that would bother you so much but can we plese just-”

Bakugo huffed in annoyance, his cheecks on fire, “You dont get it do you baka?! No one calls me Katsuki because Id kick their asses if they ever did-but-”

“But what?” you asked kinda gentle, seeing Bakugo struggling to say something to you and curiosity was getting to you

Is He GoNnA ConfeSS ;o

“But-you-said….it...and I-I-was...okay with it….” he struggled out, his face contorting so much to just push that out of him you were kinda worried

You looked at him, completely amused and not really taking him seriously

“That was it? I said your first name and you didnt have the urge to rip my head off like you usually do? I guess we can consider that progress!” you kinda laughed nervously, making Bakugo wish you would laugh again and then cursing at himself for thinking that

He hated how you made his head feel dizzy and it was making him angry

“You dont get it do you baka?!” he shouted aggresively, “I was okay with it because I like you and I fucking hate it!”

You stopped breathing, your eyes wide with shock and your brain seeming to shut down

“You-you-like- me? Like- more than a- friend?” you stuttered, looking at his face which was now obviously red

“See anyone else in the room? Of course its you who else would I fucking say that to!” he retorted, wishing the heat in his face would BACK OFF

OH CRAPPPPPPPPPPPP HE CONFESSED YALL :D

“I like you too….Katsuki,” you smiled, watching his face get even redder

  “Awww you look so cute blushing!”

“Shut up you baka!”

You laughed, making him feel all warm and squishy inside

“Well, I guess Kaminari is going to owe Sero $20- we deifnitely got this figured out in under an hour.”

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[sunflowersunshinevol6]

My Way

Chapter Two

Warnings: mentions of violence, phobia, mentions of child neglect, mentions of substance abuse, kidnapping

Harry pulled off onto a dirt road, the sky was crimson and orange as the sun went down. It had been three days since the gas station, three days of constant driving. And while she had managed to grasp sleep here and there, Harry drove on. She didn't know how he stayed awake, but he had managed.

Clara felt her anxieties clawing at her, ready to drag her beneath the surface, she was filthy, her hair, oily and greasy, it smelled like sweat. Her teeth hadn't been brushed and she could feel the germs, literally smell the overall, overwhelming stench of her body. She was disgusting.

Harry parked in a wooded area, back away from the road. Clara looked at him wearily as he unbuckled and hopped out of the van. She watched him trudge around to her door and throw it open.

“Get out. Come on.” Clara fumbled with her seat belt, moving as quickly as she could, but not quick enough for him. He grabbed her hand and yanked her from the seat, she stumbled, but he caught her with ease, setting her steady on her feet.

“Y-you said you wouldn't hurt me.” Clara whimpered. She backed away, as he opened the back sliding door. He hopped up into the van, turning to look at her.

"No. We're gonna sleep. C’mere.” He knelt, extending his hands out. Clara peaked around him to see a dirty old mattress covered in rumpled blankets and sheets. A tingling sensation made it's way up her spine, as her anxiety wrapped it's ugly hands around her throat. She began to hyperventilate.

“Clara?” Harry asked, concern lacing his words. He jumped down and came to her. Unsure of what else to do, he took her hands in his. His nails were dirty. She screams internally, unused to touch by others. “Clara look at me. Breathe. What's wrong?” he placed a hand on her cheek, making her stomach lurch. She couldn't shake it off. “Look at me.” He said again, she tilted her head to look at his face. He was breathing in an exaggerated fashion, trying to help her. And as cheesy as she always thought that was, she found it endearing now.

They hadn't been this close before, and as she tried to slow down her breathing she studied him. Really studied him for the first time.

He didn't have his cap on and she saw he had thick brown,curly hair, it fell down over his eyebrows and curled below his ears. freckles on his face seemed to dance in the fading sunlight. Tattoos covering his neck in black ink, down his chest and over his arms. She wondered just how many he had. as her breathing steadied, she stared at him in awe. He was kinda…..beautiful.

“You ok?” he asked, stepping back, giving her her space again. She shook her head.

“I can't sleep on that.” She mumbled, blush rising to her cheeks.

“what?” he glanced back, “why not?”

“Germs. A-and…..”

“And?”

“I've never slept with a man before….” He raised an eyebrow, she didn't explain what she meant.

“Okay,” he said annoyed, dragging a hand over his face. “you're like, the worst hostage ever,” he chuckled.

“I'm still a hostage?”

“What else would you be?” She shrugged.

“I don't know…..just doesn't feel like a hostage situation anymore.” It hadn't since the first day. They spent hours at a time cooped up together in the car. They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies either. It was a weird in between.

“Let's get something straight.” Harry stepped back up to her, he crowded her space, making her feel small. “You're not free. Not yet. My family says you can go I'll take you home. You try to run, and I will hurt you Clara,” his voice was low, his eyes serious, “and don't get me wrong. You're all right. You seem like a good kid. So don't give me a reason to hurt you. I don't want to.”

“I-Im sorry,” she whimpered. “I guess I got used to-”

“Don't get used to me. This situation is temporary. You'll be back in your cushy old life soon enough.” He turned, slamming the van door shut. “Get in.” He was in a bad mood.

“Where are we going?”

“The laundromat.”

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The ride is quiet. Clara can feel the tension rolling off of Harry. She didn't know what exactly set him off, maybe her anxiety about germs? Whatever it was, she couldn't blame him. She knew she was a handful.

The parking lot is empty, save for Harry's van and one other car, a little further down the way. The fluorescent bright lights shine brightly from within the building. Harry reaches behind his seat, pulling two baseball caps out, and hands one to Clara.

“Put this on. Keep your head down and don't tell anyone who you are.

Understand?” She nodded. He tugged the cap over his head and opened the door. Clara followed suit, watching him yank open the rear door and start pulling out the blankets and sheets. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. “You gonna help?” he asked.

As much as she didn't want to make him mad, she couldn't do it, “no.” She said quietly.  Harry just huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Such a fucking princess.” The words stung. There were a thousand other reasons she should be crying at this moment in time, but instead she's hurt and on the verge of tears cuz he thinks she's some spoiled brat. “Can you at least open the door for me?” She turns without a word to hold the door for him

It's quiet, except for the machines and a tv that's playing the news. Great. Clara thought. She went to the bathroom and grabbed some paper towels, taking them with her towards the table she had first seen, while Harry loads the blankets and sheets. She wiped down the table meticulously, making sure to catch, what looked like a soda stain, that had been left there.

Harry fell into the chair across from her. She could tell he was completely exhausted, and this made her feel bad. Why couldn't she be normal? That was all she wanted. Nothing else. Just to be normal, and not have people look at her like she was a freak.

“Mysophobia.” Clara said suddenly. Harry grunted, his eyes were closed, head in hand, but he acknowledged her.

“What's that?” he asked.

“Fear of germs basically….When I was a kid my dad died, and my mom started abusing pain medication as a way to cope. Instead of taking care of me she laid on the couch a lot or in bed, high as a kite. The house was always dirty, flies and gnats were everywhere and mice poop was all over the place too. It was really dirty and disgusting.” She takes a quick glance to see Harry looking at her with tired eyes. “The school reported my mom to children services, I got taken away while she went to rehab. I stayed with my best friend and his family for a little while. Until my mom got better….That’s when she met Marcus, he's a great guy, and he really helped her. By that time I had already started going to therapy for my anxieties and he was very supportive. He’s a good guy. I kept everything under control until my senior year of high school….” She trailed off, lost in thought, no longer caring if he was paying attention. She just needed to tell someone. Someone other than her psychobabble shrink. “I’d never been in a relationship, so when I met Leah I really fell for her. Hard….I had always considered myself straight, until I met her, she changed everything for me, and we loved each other a lot. She helped me tell my mom I was Bi. She didn't care that I was a clean freak. She saw me for me and she loved every bit of me.” Clara smiled, thinking of her former girlfriend fondly. Leah had been so beautiful, and strong and brave, everything she wasn't. “She brought something out of me, I didn't even know was there, she helped me become outgoing and confident. I felt like I could conquer the world, with her by my side….but then...Alex Collins came to our school.” She closed her eyes and shuddered, even his name still gave her chills. “He latched onto me right away, and had tried very hard to get me to break up with Leah to be with him. He started stalking me and wouldn't leave either of us alone...he didn't stop, it continued all the way up through senior year,” Clara felt a lump in her throat, it was growing, and she had to blink back her tears, “he killed her. He killed Leah. Shot her right in front of everybody.” She couldn't keep the tears from falling now. “he just walked up as we were entering the school, put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger….I….I was standing right next to her, her blood was all over everywhere. And he looked me in the eyes and said ‘you did this. This is your fault.’....he still hasn't been caught. He's been on the run for two years. And I….i've been even more messed up, ever since….”  Clara finished quickly, not sure if he was even listening anymore. Just to be able to talk made her feel a new sense of relief.

“Why are you telling me this?” Harry's voice isn't annoyed or angry. There is sympathy layered beneath his words, so Clara looked up. Harry's face was blank, he stared at his hands in his lap.

“I just didn't want you to really believe I'm a spoiled Princess….Im the furthest thing from it.”

“My opinion shouldn't matter to you.”

“But you're the only one in a hundred mile radius I know. So it does.”

“Jesus Clara, you don't know me.” She flinched at the way he snapped. I am your captor,” he whispered the word. “This isn't a vacation. I'm not your friend and I don't need to hear your life story.”

“B-but I thought-”

“Whatever you thought is wrong. Look,” he leaned forward. “I'll do what I can to to keep my family from killing you, but whatever they decide I have to do. And as fucked up as your life has been you couldn't handle mine for a minute, You don't have the stomach for it. This isn't destiny or fate it's a temporary crossing of paths. So don't trust me. Don't get used to me. Just don't. Just keep your head down and mouth shut.” Clara was on the verge of tears again.

“But the sheets-”

“If washing some fucking sheets, keeps you compliant I'll do it. Nothing more.” He stood, wiping his hands on his pants. “Don't mistake me for a good guy. I'm not.” Clara sniffed, unable to stop the tears. Harry sighed, annoyance subsiding, he ran his hand through his hair. “I'm going to the bathroom. Don't move.”

Clara sat in stunned silence for a moment, truly processing the last three days for the first time. Harry was only being nice to keep her docile. Keep her from trying to run or find help. He only conversed with her in the van when she initiated conversation, meaning he really didn't care, probably didn't even like her as a person. She must be one fucked up girl if even an admitted serial killer didn't like her.

She looked towards the bathroom, if she was that much of an inconvenience to him she would just leave then. She flung the hat off her head and walked to the door without a second thought about it.

She had no idea where she was. It was dark out now, the sun long gone and a cool wind was blowing, leaving goose bumps on her arms. She shivered slightly, taking a deep breath and trying not to panic.

“Okay,” she muttered, “Look for help. A police man, mom with kids, anybody.” She scanned the street to see it mostly empty, most people were inside the shops and restaurants, escaping the first chills of autumn. Clara decided to walk towards a Subway down the road, passing by the same alley of the laundromat and the building beside it.

“Hello pretty.” before she could even get halfway down the sidewalk, arms burst forward from the dark alley, one dirty, smelly hand clamped over her mouth, the other wrapped around her waist, dragging her further back into the darkness. “You're mine,” a ragged voice chuckled against her ear. Clara gagged as alcohol and cigarette breath wafted into her face. Panic seized her as she was drug further into the darkness of the alley.

[warmau]

commission: medical school!au baekho other nuest x medical school!aus: jonghyun | minhyun | ren

specialty: is doing his residency in orthopedic surgery

absolutely did not expect to find himself in medical school BUT when life gives you lemons,,,,,,,,,,,, squash them with your muscules and become a surgeon - ya know?

he’s been a sleepyhead his whole life, but waking up and staying up for residency has really - 

well, quite frankly, if jonghyun isn’t there to smack him awake with a slipper than well 

he wouldn’t have made it this far LOL

when he was considering going into medicine, people were all expecting he meant something like becoming and EMT? not an actual doctor?

because the misconception is oh he’s all brawn and no brain

but baekho isn’t an idiot - his focus and concentration, especially when he’s stubborn about something, is hard to break

so in that way - he’s perfect for med school

because yeah it’s not a competition, but watching people not be able to handle the pressure just reminds him that hey

he’ll come out of this alive - he has to come out of this alive - if REN can do it then so can he

his mom will not stop embarrassing him by telling everyone her sons a SURGEON and he’s like mom not yet and she’s like a SURGEON a S U R G E O N 

broad shoulders didn’t fit in the lab coat he got when he first started so he was so stiff he couldn’t even hold a clipboard

he looked like a teddy bear stuffed into a toy jacket - it was so funny but no one dared to laugh

because on first glance omg he’s a big intimidating resident who will probably eat you alive for giggling at how ridiculous he looks

but ,,,,,,,,, quickly that images melts away

because baekho is a sweetheart. he’s big and loud but at the end of the day his heart is covered in icing and sprinkles

helps carry heavy tech equipment for the residents in radiology

helps patients reach the top shelf for their medicine in the hospital pharmacy

carries kids to and from their beds when their parents are struggling or even when they just ask him too

because honestly baekho doesn’t know the word “no”

minhyun is always like “how can you do surgery - it’s so messy,,,,” 

and baekho is like “i like being messy”

mihyun looking at the kimchi sauce stains on baekho’s lab coat, twitching: “i- i know.”

 likes that a big chunk of his medical knowledge has to do with things pertaining to sports and athletes because it’s helpful for himself

his residency schedule is so speradic but if there’s one thing he can’t bring himself to lose out on is working out

so maybe if you’re lucky 

(or you just pass by and see the hoard of students dangling out the hospital window)

you’ll peek and see baekho has changed out of his lab coat and button down and is now in his sweat pants - shirtless when it’s super hot - starting his five mile run down to the river

professors, annoyed: can you all focus on our simulated patient and NOT on mr. kang doing his morning exercise

the resident: uhuh..................what?

this shit happens on a daily basis:

ren: “oh ow i hit my knee! baekhoooooo im going to diiiiiie can you carry me to the lockers?”

baekho not batting an eyelash: crawl there if you have to

but also baekho three seconds later with ren’s fragile body drapped over his one large shoulder: fine let’s go

dark circles when he has to stay up past 24 hours make him look like an actual demon 

(but not gonna lie it’s kinda hot) 

you never in your life imagined you’d break a bone 

let alone you never thought in your life you would break a bone in such an embarrassing way

that when you sat in the emergency room, cradling your arm with gritted teeth - you dreaded the godforsaken question

“well, how did it happen?”

what made it all worse was the fact that you’d expected the usual kind of doctor

middle-aged, residing hairline, deadpan voice 

you did not expect,,,,,,,,,,,,a greek god to come bouncing your way with a sympathetic look on his face

“oh, what happened?”

baekho asks you - and you literally lose the ability to speak because woah wait since when was the medical profession hiring male models?

“t-tram-”

“tram? something happened on the train?”

his eyes are kind, comforting and soft but the rest of him is wide and built

your mouth goes dry and he’s so striking it nearly makes you forget the pain your in from ,,,,, you know 

your broken arm

with perfect timing - your little cousin skids around the corner, holding the soda he’d snatched from the vending machine

“they fell off the trampoline at my birthday party!”

he announces with a big grin that makes the embarrassment you knew was coming feel ten times worse

baekho’s eyes widen for a moment and you just know he’s holding back a laugh

but instead, he seems to swallow it down and carefully ask you to come with him

your knees are weak, half because of baekho the other half because the pain has just been getting worse

baekho notices and carefully, making sure not to touch your arm - supports you by the waist up and onto your feet

your cousin bounds in after you as baekho has you sit and apologizes for the momentary sting you’ll feel as he tries to move your hand from your chest

you wince, throwing your head back and baekho takes a couple of moments to assist whats happened

he asks you some questions about the feeling and about how exactly it is you ended up falling off a trampoline

your eyes pan over to your cousin, who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world for anything but his soda

“he and the other kids were doing tricks and the parents didn’t want anyone getting hurt so they sent me in to stop them”

you sigh

“and ,,,, like an idiot, i realized too late that i can’t keep up with a bunch of ten-year-olds and just as i jumped - i fell back and landed with my hand on the metal base of the death trap”

“it’s not a death trap - it’s a trampoline!”

your cousin sings and baekho gives him a smile as you groan for him to go out and go find his mom

he happily obliges, waving to baekho with no regard for you - who broke their arm trying to keep him safe

baekho turns his attention back to you and sighs

“well - it isn’t broken. it is fractured though so im going to need to get you some anesthesia before i can set it.”

you nod slowly - making the mistake of thinking you can place your hand down on your thigh 

and then nearly cursing when the pain shoots up your arm

your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you apologize - good going, clowning ourselves infront of the hot doctor

but baekho waves it off - “i’ve been in this situation and all i did is curse, you’re all good.”

once you get the anesthesia and baekho gives another apology for if it still hurts - he gets to work on setting your arm back

he does it so fast you don’t even manage a small yelp - the only thing you do imagine is a 

“holy shit! oh sorry again-”

he just laughs, “no no - i expect it. anyway, you’ll have to wear a cast for just a bit, but hey - it’s not as bad as everyone says it is.”

you shake your head

“all this over a trampoline”

he shrugs, “believe me people have come in here doing dumber things. plus you were just trying to be a good cousin right?”

you feel all warm with how considerate he’s being, but you bat it away as soon as the feeling comes up

let’s not get a crush on a doctor that’s just doing their job!

baekho comes back and gets the cast on - he’s so gentle and careful that it’s kind of shocking someone so ,,,,,,,, imposing can be so soft

once the cast is on - you make a joke about how now you can go back to the party and get all the kids to sign

baekho’s eyes sparkle for a moment “can i be the first?”

you shyly agree and watch him pluck a pen from his front pocket, he writes something and then gives you a prescription for some pain meds in case your arm starts acting up

you have trouble getting off the examination bed, so once again baekho helps you with support around your waist

you finally look down when he leaves the room at what he wrote on your cast

and nearly stumble over and fracture your OTHER arm when you see it’s his number and the words

‘maybe you’ll want to go on a date with me when this is all healed up?’

for a second you don’t believe it - no way, right?

but when he comes back to see you off he smiles and you look at the cast then at him

“really?”

you ask

“only if you want.”

“i- i mean yes”

he grins, leaning forward with a bit of a teasing voice

 “in your own words: holy shit, i didn’t think you’d actually say yes!”

you momentarily think he’s playing a joke, but then you realize no he’s just being cutesy

you scrunch up your nose and go back 

“aren’t med students not supposed to curse?”

“aren’t people not supposed to break their arms on trampolines?”

you guys already have the couple banter down LOL

dating med school student baekho: obviously you don’t just start dating after one date - but really,,,,,,you and baekho have way more in common than you think, first of all you almost broke your hand trying to save some kids which baekho thinks is badass because he actually almost busted his knee wide open trying to save some stray kittens so like really match made in heaven amiright?, your first date - baekho jokes and says trampoline park but it’s really just dinner at this cool place that has live music and karaoke, and much to your surprise baekho isn’t only a visual god and a med student - he can also sing like an angel?, “hey are you like actually real - no way one person is all these talents put together?” “you flatter me, but believe me - i am real, here touch my five o’clock shadow-” “baekho!”, baekho introducing you to his friends like : this is the cute person i told you i met at the ER! and jonghyun is like omg nice to meet you- REN: HOLY BALLS YOU REALLY BROKE YOUR SHIT ON A TRAMPOLINE? AT A KIDS BIRTHDAY PARTY?, baekho promises not to bring you around his crazy friends after that but it’s fine - you get ren back one day by letting it slide that baekho has shown him the photos from wayback in highschool and ren is like: h and you're like: you tell anyone about the trampoline and it’s over for you, baekho watching you be vaguely threatening: hot, you have your own schedule and baekho is always dying with his residency one so a lot of your relationship is through text, which baekho thinks means: send my significant other 58947382 photos of me at the gym - but like you don’t complain, teasingly goes ‘we can go on a date~ we can go watch a movie OR you can come watch me do pull ups’ but you’re like why would i say no to that and baekho is suddenly a little flustered, you came to visit him one day and drop off his favorite lunch you know because you ~luv~ him and you saw him running through the ER with bear ears on his head after a bunch of kids in hospital gowns and you’re like w? and the nurse is like since it’s halloween he comes down here and plays with the kids and you’re like kang baekho you are ,,,,,,,,, an ANGEL i WAS RIGHT, unlike with nuest if you as much as mumble that something aches or you’re tired - baekho is like i will carry you. get onto my shoulders, get in my arms, let me carry you all the way home i dont care that it’s an hour away my arms will never get tired and you’re like baby chill im ok i just sneezed and he’s like,,,,,,,,,the offer still stands, minhyun was right when he warned you about ‘grizzly bear baekho’ which is just you watching him shove obscene amounts of food in his mouth without regard for napkins and you’re like ,,,,,,,,, oh my god ,,,,,,but also like you can’t take this away from him - he just worked 36 hours straight, bought you a matching addidas sweatpants outfit for your first anniversary and you were like awww these will be cute pajamas and he’s like maybe you can come run with me and you’re like wow are you trying to kill me?, does this cute and kinda dumb but actually nah just cute thing where he pulls your legs around his waist and starts naming the bones in your body and you’ve heard it a billion times but it’s still cute, he tickle fight - but also he cannot control himself so it always ends up more spicy than it started, you the first time you took baekho’s shirt off: wait pause tattoos? and he was like yeah don’t tell the professors thought, he really doesn’t care man yall could be in a hospital room, in the storage closet, at his house, hell he will kick jonghyun out if baekho is in the mood then to caution with it all, jonghyun passes the torch of waking baekho up to you but thankfully your kisses (sometimes more) tactics work better than him getting a slipper to the face, it’s cute you and him brush your teeth together in the morning hehe you help him shave sometimes its so domestic with him, when exam season comes around he puts you in his lap and opens his textbook and even though you fall asleep in ten minutes because ew medical terminology he just enjoys your warmth as he goes through the book, “if you keep kissing every three seconds we’re going to either get kicked out of this amusement park or you are both going to break your mouths” - ren at some point probably, he has moments where the stress gets to him and he just keeps pushing back his hair and grumbling about everything and it’s weird not to see his happy sunshine face but you jsut make it better with lots of cuddles and lots of snacks, baekho showing up to his residency with a big fluffy tiger toy and everyone is like ? and he’s like it’s my sweethearts birthday today so im giving them a present - this is mini baekho, ren: bursts out laughing, jonghyun: put it away before it gets confescated, minhyun: ,,,it’s cute, you send pics hugging mini baekho and baekho is like uwu and then you send a pic where you’re [redacted] and baekho is like OWO, you two can clown each other like smear ice cream cake in each others face or you can show up to the hospital christmas party looking hotter than any two humans combined or you can jsut stay in on your rare off days wrapped up in your pajamas - listening to music together and getting soft butterfly kisses, the duality - tripality idk it’s jsut so perfect with him no matter what, you two sleepy one night with baekho’s lips against your hair “kinda happy you fell off that trampoline all that time ago” you hitting him playfully “stop i was so embarrassed” him, yawning and kissing your temple “prettiest person ive ever seen come through those hospital doors back then,,,,,,,,and still now.”

[unknownauthor]

Captivated

Part 2

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x OC! Reader

Warnings: cursing, arguement, mentions of violence, kidnapping, assault, murder

Part 1

Billy pulled off onto a dirt road, the sky was crimson and orange as the sun went down. It had been three days since he picked me up, three days of constant driving. And while I had managed to grasp sleep here and there, Billy drove on. I didn't know how he stayed awake, but he had managed.

I could feel my anxieties clawing at me, ready to drag me beneath the surface. I was filthy, my hair, oily and greasy, it smelled like sweat. My teeth hadn't been brushed and I could feel the germs, literally smell the overall, overwhelming stench of my body. I was disgusting.

Billy parked in a wooded area, back away from the road. I looked at him wearily as he unbuckled and hopped out of the car. I watched him trudge around to her door and throw it open.

“Get out. Come on.” I fumbled with my seat belt, moving as quickly as I could, but not quick enough for him. He grabbed my hand and yanked me from the seat, I stumbled, but he caught me with ease, setting me steady on my feet.

“Y-you said you wouldn't hurt me.” I whimpered. I backed away, as he opened the back sliding door. He pushed the seat forward, motioning to the back seat.

"No. We're gonna sleep. C’mere.” He held his hand out. I peered around him, looking at the dirty blankets and pillows in the back. I hadn’t noticed them before. A tingling sensation made it's way up my spine, as my anxiety wrapped it's ugly hands around my throat. I began to hyperventilate.

“Layla?” Billy asked, concern lacing his words. He came to me quickly and took my hands in his. His nails were dirty. I scream internally, unused to touch by others. “Layla look at me. Breathe. What's wrong?” he placed a hand on my cheek, making my stomach lurch. I couldn't shake it off. “Look at me.” He said again, I tilted my head to look at his face. He was breathing in an exaggerated fashion, trying to help me. And as cheesy as I always thought that was, I found it endearing now.

We hadn't been this close before, and as I tried to slow down my breathing I studied him. Really studied him for the first time.

His skin was tan, and covered in light freckles. His lips a deep rosy pink and light hair peppered his upper lip. A single curl fell down over his forehead, the rest of his hair crowning his head like a crown. His eyes were an electric blue, his lashes, dark and long. He was….Kinda beautiful.

“You ok?” he asked, stepping back, giving me my space again. I shook my head.

“I can't sleep on that.” I mumbled, blush rising to my cheeks.

“what?” he glanced back, “why not?”

“Germs. A-and…..”

“And?”

“I've never slept with a man before….” He raised an eyebrow, I didn't explain what I meant.

“Okay,” he said annoyed, dragging a hand over his face. “you're like, the worst hostage ever,” he chuckled.

“I'm still a hostage?”

“What else would you be?” I shrugged.

“I don't know…..just doesn't feel like a hostage situation anymore.” It hadn't since the first day. We spent hours at a time cooped up together in the car. We weren't friends, but we weren't enemies either. It was a weird in between.

“Let's get something straight.” Billy stepped back up to me, he crowded my space, making me feel small. “You're not free. Not yet. You try to run, and I will hurt you Layla,” his voice was low, his eyes serious, “and don't get me wrong. You're all right. You seem like a good kid. So don't give me a reason to hurt you. I don't want to.”

“I-Im sorry,” I whimpered. “I guess I got used to-”

“Don't get used to me. This situation is temporary. You'll be back in your cushy old life soon enough.” He turned, slamming the van door shut. “Get in.” He was in a bad mood.

“Where are we going?”

“The laundromat.”

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The ride is quiet. I can feel the tension rolling off of Billy. I didn't know what exactly set him off, maybe my anxiety about germs? Whatever it was, I couldn't blame him. I know I can be a handful.

The parking lot is empty, save for Billy’s camaro and one other car, a little further down the way. The fluorescent bright lights shine brightly from within the building. Billy reaches behind his seat, pulling two baseball caps out, and hands one to me.

“Put this on. Keep your head down and don't tell anyone who you are. Understand?” I nodded. He tugged the cap over his head and opened the door. I followed suit, watching him yank open the rear door and start pulling out the blankets and sheets. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. “You gonna help?” he asked.

As much as I didn't want to make him mad, I couldn't do it, “no.” I said quietly. Bellamy just huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Such a fucking princess.” The words stung. There were a thousand other reasons I should be crying at this moment in time, but instead I was hurt and on the verge of tears cuz he thinks I was some spoiled brat. “Can you at least open the door for me?” I turn without a word to hold the door for him

It's quiet, except for the machines and a tv that's playing the news. Great. I thought. I went to the bathroom and grabbed some paper towels, taking them with me towards the table I had first seen, while Billy loads the blankets and sheets. I wiped down the table meticulously, making sure to catch, what looked like a soda stain, that had been left there.

Billy fell into the chair across from me. I could tell he was completely exhausted, and this made me feel bad. Why couldn't I be normal? That was all I wanted. Nothing else. Just to be normal, and not have people look at me like I was a freak.

“Mysophobia.” I said suddenly. Billy grunted, his eyes were closed, head in hand, but he acknowledged me.

“What's that?” he asked.

“Fear of germs basically….When I was a kid my dad died, and my mom started abusing pain medication as a way to cope. Instead of taking care of me she laid on the couch a lot or in bed, high as a kite. The house was always dirty, flies and gnats were everywhere and mice poop was all over the place too. It was really dirty and disgusting.” I take a quick glance to see Billy looking at me with tired eyes. “The school reported my mom to children services, I got taken away while she went to rehab. I stayed with my best friend and his family for a little while. Until my mom got better….That’s when she met Jullian, he's a great guy, and he really helped her. By that time I had already started going to therapy for my anxieties and he was very supportive. He’s a good guy. I kept everything under control until my senior year of high school….” I trailed off, lost in thought, no longer caring if he was paying attention. I just needed to tell someone. Someone other than my psychobabble shrink. “I’d never been in a relationship, so when I met Hellena I really fell for her. Hard….I had always considered myself straight, until I met her, she changed everything for me, and we loved each other a lot. She helped me tell my mom I was Bi. Though my mom was not accepting and completely disowned me for the most part, Hellena stood by me. She didn't care that I was a clean freak. She saw me for me and she loved every bit of me.” I smiled, thinking of my former girlfriend fondly. Hellena had been so beautiful, and strong and brave, everything I wasn't. “She brought something out of me, I didn't even know was there, she helped me become outgoing and confident. I felt like I could conquer the world, with her by my side….but then...Tommy. Tommy came to our school.” I closed my eyes and shuddered, even his name still gave me chills. “He latched onto me right away, and had tried very hard to get me to break up with Hellena to be with him. He started stalking me and wouldn't leave either of us alone...he didn't stop, it continued all the way up through senior year,” I felt a lump in my throat, it was growing, and I had to blink back my tears, “he killed her. He killed Hellena. Shot her right in front of everybody.” I couldn't keep the tears from falling now. “he just walked up as we were entering the school, put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger….I….I was standing right next to her, her blood was all over everywhere. And he looked me in the eyes and said ‘you did this. This is your fault.’....he still hasn't been caught. He's been on the run for two years. And I….i've been even more messed up, ever since….” I finished quickly, not sure if he was even listening anymore. Just to be able to talk made me feel a new sense of relief.

“Why are you telling me this?” Billy’s voice isn't annoyed or angry. There is sympathy layered beneath his words, so I looked up. Billy's face was blank, he stared at his hands in his lap.

“I just didn't want you to really believe I'm a spoiled Princess….Im the furthest thing from it.”

“My opinion shouldn't matter to you.”

“But you're the only one in a hundred mile radius I know. So it does.”

“Jesus Layla, you don't know me.” I flinched at the way he snapped. “I am your captor,” he whispered the word. “This isn't a vacation. I'm not your friend and I don't need to hear your life story.”

“B-but I thought-”

“Whatever you thought is wrong. Look,” he leaned forward. “I'll do what I can to to get you back home safely. But that doesn’t mean we’re friends. Or even that I like you. And as fucked up as your life has been you couldn't handle mine for a minute, You don't have the stomach for it. This isn't destiny or fate it's a temporary crossing of paths. So don't trust me. Don't get used to me. Just don't. Just keep your head down and mouth shut.” I was on the verge of tears again.

“But the sheets-”

“If washing some fucking sheets, keeps you compliant I'll do it. Nothing more.” He stood, wiping his hands on his pants. “Don't mistake me for a good guy. I'm not.” I sniffed, unable to stop the tears. Billy sighed, annoyance subsiding, he ran his hand through his hair. “I'm going to the bathroom. Don't move.”

I sat in stunned silence for a moment, truly processing the last three days for the first time. Billy was only being nice to keep me docile. Keep me from trying to run or find help. He only conversed with me in the car when I initiated conversation, meaning he really didn't care, probably didn't even like me as a person. I must be one fucked up girl if even an admitted serial killer didn't like me.

I looked towards the bathroom, if I was that much of an inconvenience to him I would just leave then. I flung the hat off my head and walked to the door without a second thought about it.

But let’s be real, I had no idea where I was. It was dark out now, the sun long gone and a cool wind was blowing, leaving goose bumps on my arms. I shivered slightly, taking a deep breath and trying not to panic.

“Okay,” I muttered, “Look for help. A police man, mom with kids, anybody.” I scanned the street to see it mostly empty, most people were inside the shops and restaurants, escaping the first chills of autumn. I decided to walk towards a Subway down the road, passing by the same alley of the laundromat and the building beside it.

“Hello pretty.” before I could even get halfway down the sidewalk, arms burst forward from the dark alley, one dirty, smelly hand clamped over my mouth, the other wrapped around my waist, dragging me further back into the darkness. “You're mine,” a ragged voice chuckled against my ear. I gagged as alcohol and cigarette breath wafted into my face. Panic seized me as I was drug further into the darkness of the alley.

Billy’s P.O.V

I splashed some water on my face, and rubbed my eyes. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little vial I always kept with me. It was the only way I kept going when I was working like this, days on end, with no break, I opened the cap and made a small line of the white powder on the back of my hand. I lifted it to my nose, and inhaled. “Ah, yeah,” I grunted, tilting my head back, I could feel the powder sliding down my throat. I leaned forward and looked at my watery eyes in the mirror. “Man up. Come on Billy. She just a scared little girl. She’ll be okay,” I mumbled, before pushing myself off the sink and leaving the bathroom.

I did feel bad for what I said. Layla just pushed and pushed, this girl was getting under my skin.

‘I’m the furthest thing from it.’ Her words echoed in my head.

I was pulled from my thoughts though, when I rounded the corner to see her seat empty. I looked around, walked towards the women’s restroom, she wasn’t in there, I looked. Where the fuck did she…..

It takes me a minute.

But I gets it.

Sheets and blankets abandoned, I dart towards the doors, bursting out into the cool night air.

Layla P.O.V

I struggled, kicking my feet and screaming against the hand clamped over my mouth. Tears stream down my face. How could I be so stupid. I didn’t even know where I was. I should have stayed. Even if Billy was a killer, he wouldn’t have hurt me. He said so. The man holding me, buries his face in my hair, taking in my scent. I do throw up, the stench of him was too much to bear.

“Fuck!” The man shoved me against the brick wall of the laundromat building. He grabbed one wrist and pinned it above my head, the other he held behind my back. My mouth free now, I sobbed, loud and broken, unable to think of anything except my regrets. I should have stayed put. The man chuckled, pressing against me, I felt something small and hard press against my butt. “Gonna teach you not to throw up on me you little bitch,” he grunted. He held me down with his body, freeing one hand, he reached around my front, shoving his hand in my pants. My mind went white with panic.

“BILLY!” It was loud. It echoed. The scream ripped through my throat, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t do anything but scream for him. “BILLY!” The man grabbed a fistfull of my hair, yanking my head back, and slamming it against the brick. White hot pain seared across my brain, I crumpled to the ground, my ears were ringing, and my eyes stung. “B...Billy.” I whimpered. Black spots danced across my vision. I saw something shiny in the stranger’s hand.

“Fucking cunt. I’ll gut you like a-” I wasn’t sure I heard it right, the pounding of footsteps, but I did see another body tackle the stranger to the ground.

Billy’s P.O.V

“BILLY!” My head snapped up. I looked towards the alleyway beside the laundromat. Really? She hadn’t even gotten that far and she was already calling for me to come get her. I scoffed, smirking as I turned towards the alley. “BILLY!” this time I froze. Layla was screaming bloody murder. Like someone was….I rushed into the alley, it was dark, but I could see two solid shapes. One crumpled to the ground, another standing over the first, with a knife in its hand. “B...Billy.” the shape on the ground whimpered. I charged towards the knife wielder.

“Fucking cunt. I’ll gut you like a-” I jumped the solid form, knocking him to the ground. I heard the knife fall out of his hand. I adjust myself, sitting on the man’s chest, I wrapped my hands around his throat and pressed. The man struggled, but I had actual practice. I was good at this. I pushed down as hard as I could, all of my weight bared down on my forearms. The man gurgled and twitched until….nothing.

I exhaled. Finally. And turned my attention to Layla.

Third Person P.O.V

Gentle, calloused hands cradled Layla’s face. Her vision was blurry, it was really dark, but she knew it was Billy. She smiled, her head throbbing. “I...I’m-”

“Shh.” Billy pulled her into his arms. He scooped her up, and carried her out of the alleyway. “Don’t ever fucking run from me like that again.” his words are sharp, but somewhere beneath them, she feels like he cares. She buried her face in his shirt, feeling comforted, the pain and hurt she felt towards him earlier forgotten. She was grateful.

“Thank you.” she whispered, barely aware that he had placed her into the back of the camaro. She felt something thick and warm, a denim jacket maybe? Fall over her shoulders before she blacked out.

Part 3?

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Football

Prompt: Billy and Steve are on the football team and need to learn how to get along.

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Half of the school would definitely agree that there was a few reasons why their football team always lost their games.

It was because of the hot head of Billy Hargrove and the snarky remarks from Steve Harrington that caused the team to always loose.

When ever Billy got to cocky Steve would bring him back down to size by one simple comment.

When ever this happened Billy would then take his full attention on Steve and say another snarky remark towards Steve and the both of them would get into a argument that once in awhile ended up with Billy throwing a punch at Steve and the whole team breaking them up.

Now the coach has warned them that if they get into one more fight that he would kick them off the team. But it never happens. Billy is the best defense player on his team while Steve is the best runner. And also because of the fact that the man had a memory problem.

So when the two boys get into the hundredth fight, the coach is ready to have a mental breakdown.

Billy had something about how Steve was running a little slow, which Steve replied with something that no one really could hear but Billy already had his fist on Harrington’s face before anyone could get to them.

Tommy was already tackling Steve to the ground and four of the guys already had Billy restrained back as he yells profanites at Steve.

The coach had about enough of this shit. Every single practice this shit would happen and he was ready to just quite coaching.

“Hargrove! Harrington! Get your asses over here!" He yells. He only yells during games to support the boys and only has to raise his voice a little when it came to practice. So everyone knew he was pissed.

The boys let go of Billy's arms hesistantly already ready to jump on him again if needed be. Tommy gets up off from Steve and does the same as everyone else.

Billy already was in front of coach looking right into his eyes. They both were the same height. If coach wasn't so pissed he would say some comment about how bad Billy smelt. The mixture of sweat, dirt and cologne really didn't mix well.

Steve was right next to him after getting up looking at him to.

“You both are gonna be on god damn bench during the next game and you are gonna be wearing your gear and supporting your team. Now both of you give me ten laps if you are going to slow then give me twenty now get your asses moving before I kick you off the team and have the school suspend the both of you.” coach yells in both of their faces.

Billy was beyond pissed and says, “Yes Coach." The same time as Steve. The prick he thinks to himself and he starts running down the field to start one lap.

Steve hadn't slept well the night before and he was way to tired to do this. He starts running and he trys to go his normal speed. But he can't. He would be normally passed Hargrove by now which was pissing him off so much.

Steve continues running pushing his legs to go faster irritated at himself. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and pushes pass Billy who was running his normal. 

Steve goes pass him and makes it pretty far away from him before he felt like he was gonna collapse. Which if he did his pride would definitely be ruined.

Steve was going way passed his limit and he was only on his fourth lap while Billy was about to go on his fourth. Steve moves to run around the coach but his shoulders were pulled back by the coach and the older man looked at him.

Billy wasn't the only one that had noticed that Steve wasn't playing 100 percent today. So did coach.

Steve was panting and was sweating out buckets. He was a bit light headed and dizzy but once again his pride was the in the way.

“Harrington you don't look so hot are you ok?" Coach says as Steve nods his head yes but he stumbles back a little and the coach catches him helping him sit down on the ground.

“Hargrove!" The coach yells as he sees the other boy quickly moves to the coach his eyes going down to the older boy but goes back to the coach.

“Your the strongest guy on the team help Harrington to the nurse before he gets himself hurt. And before you fucking say anything get over what ever girly shit you both have going on  and just take the boy to the nurse." The Coach spits out at Billy who just nods his jaw tightens up and moves helping the other boy who could barely stand.

“Coach I can get to the nurse myself." Steve says but the coach just ignores him and goes back to doing his job, coaching.

Billy on the other hand was already complaining in his own way. He forced Steve up a little bit as he almost starts to drag him a long behind him.

Steve was like a rag doll at the moment as he says, “Hargrove slow down jesus." Steve says before he starts to walk moving his feet the best he can behind the angry teenage boy.

Hargrove rolls his eyes, “Awe is the poor baby gonna cry if I don't?" He says not really believing that Steve was sick. Most of the team faked being sick to get out of laps. Billy has forced himself to puke one time when he was younger in California so he didn't have to run fifteen laps for basketball for purposely shoving a younger player that was two grades below him.

The minute the both of them go around the corner of the wall of the back of the school Billy let's go of Steve who ends up stumbling into the wall.

“Alright Harrington he can't see you stop the damn acting. You don't have to run those laps anymore." Billy says chuckling as he looks over at the football field where coach was having all the guys practice receiving.

Steve stumbles up against the wall rubbing his eyes due to the dizziness. He was probably dehydrated or something. He had no idea. He continues to work his way to the nurses office alone like he wanted to do before.

Billy looks over at him with a raised eyebrow. “Jesus Harrington your acting skills are amazing. But I don't think you have to fake being sick." He says right as Steve almost falls and he quickly moves forward like the coach and grabs him.

“Why the hell would I be faking being sick. Im not no bitch I would run all the laps still if I could even stand up." Steve says irritated groaning a little trying to move out of Billy's arms.

“I have no damn idea. All the guys have already faked being sick to get out or practice I assumed you would to." Billy answers showing a teeny bit of concern now but not to much that Steve could pick up on it.

Steve looks up at the other boy straight in his eyes, “Yeah and all the other guys eat Doritos and drink Pepsi on a daily basis what do you expect them to do." He says.

Billy shrugs not really caring about the other boys. All he knew was that Harrington wasn't gonna make it into the school without not getting hit with a car from the parking lot that lead to the backdoors.

Billy moves and takes Steve again, which Steve shoves him away trying to move away from Billy. Billy rolls his eyes and grabs at Steve again.

“Harrington I'm not gonna get kicked off the team because you decided to not let me get you in the school and you get hit with a car because a drunk man walks better than you can at the moment." Billy says.

Steve still struggles anyway. “Yeah like you aren't gonna kicked off the team, Coach will probably forget and you'll stay on defense." Steve says trying to push pass the boy.

“Harrington, I swear to god if you continue struggling I'm gonna give you another shiner that matches the other one on your face." Billy spits out pissed and irritated now.

By times Billy was able to get Steve to the building it was ten minutes later. Those minutes consisted of Steve arguing with Billy and Billy trying his best not to punch him.

Steve sighs when they get through the doors, the air conditioner hitting him. It felt amazing but it still didn't help the dizziness and the light headiness.

“Hargrove, garbage can." Steve groans as Billy looks at him confused but when Steve throws his hand over his mouth to stop from puking all over and literally shoves Billy away and throws himself at the garbage Billy understood, after Steve starts throwing up.

Steve had one hand on the Garbage to hold himself up and the other holding his hair out of his face the best he can.

Billy didn't bother helping and just looked away not really wanting to see anything that would leave him gagging.

When Steve was finished he sits down back against the garbage wiping his mouth. Now a bit pale as he says, “Sorry."

Billy didn't respond at all except cross his arms and wait for Steve to be able to even get up. Billy was now a hundred and ten percent sure that this boy was sick considering Steve would never apologize. He was way to stubborn to apoligize.

Steve trys moving to stand up as Billy moves hesitating a little and wraps his arm around him to pull him up and to help him walk again.

“Harrington if you pull all over my damn cleats you are gonna get me a new pair." He says in a disgusted tone as he helps Steve continue the twenty minute walk to the nurses office.

Luckily since school was out no one seen them going down the hall together which was one grateful thing Billy was thinking about.

So when they get to the nurse the lady was already to Billy and Steve's side helping them walk in.

She has Steve sit down on the bed before asking if he was feeling up to talking. Steve nods his head as Billy stood next to the wall arms crossed. Only reason why he was staying was so that he didn't have to go back and run laps.

“Sounds like you are a bit deyhdrated and the lack of sleep didn't help you all that much either." The nurse says grabbing a cup of water. “Can your parents come pick you up?" She asks as she moves to the phone to call them.

Steve shakes his head no as he drinks his water, “No, they are on another buisness trip for the rest of the week. They won't be back till next Monday." He says as the Nurse nods her head not picking up the phone.

“Is there any sibling you can have pick you up then? Any Family memebers?" She asks him.

“No, I'm and only child and my parents don't like talking to the rest of the family the closest family member is in a different state." Steve says as the nurse nods her head sighing.

Billy was actually kind of eavesdropping on this conversation listening to all the explanations that Steve would give the nurse.

“Alright, how bout that girlfriend of yours? Will she be able to pick you up?" The nurse asks.

“My Ex? Nah she's probably to busy giving Byers head at the moment." Steve says as he coughs a little.

The nurse sighs, “Steve am I gonna have to give you a ride home again?" She asks.

“Yes." Steve answers as Billy raised a eyebrow.

The nurse sighs as she nods her head and grabs a pillow and blanket for Steve.

“Why don't you rest, I have to stay here until six before I can go home." She goes and sits at her desk as Steve slowly starts taking off his gear to set to the side.

Billy was still standing there when the nurse asks him why he was still there. He just shrugs and turns leaving the office.

The next day at Practice Steve was feeling a whole lot better. He was running his normal and had to drink extra water so that he didn't get deyhdrated again.

After practice coach pulls him and Billy to the side.

“You two dumbasses need to get the hell along when you are on this field. Hargrove you are my best defense but you aren't playing at your full potential because you are always to busy running your mouth off to Harrington.” coach says as he looks over at Harrington now.

“And you need to stop doing the same thing. Im getting tired of loosing every damn game because the both of you can't get a long.

So Harrington you go out on the fifty mark and Hargrove you go on the twenty five. You both are gonna get along and throw each other footballs you understand!" Coach yells at the both of them as Steve and Billy glare at each other but say yes coach and go running at their positions that they were told to get onto.

So I know this isnt a complete one shot but I think I'm gonna write a fanfic for this because when I was writing it I had so many Ideas that i can't just fit in one shot lol

[yoosungs-hairclips]

heya!! i wanted to request hc’s for RFA with a methyphobic mc? i get rlly nauseous and terribly anxious (shaking, stuttering, sweating, tearing up, etc) when alcohol is around me or mentioned. my mom was a pretty horrible alcoholic, and that’s where it sprouted ^^;; my friends and family all think i’m weird for it, but i experienced a lot of trauma bc of alcohol, so it makes me feel rlly bad when they don’t try to understand. i was hoping for a bit of comfort through this!! thank you so much!!

yes of course!!! im so sorry that your friends and family say that, that is totally valid and it’s awful that you have to experience that! i’m super sorry if some of these sound repetitive or basic, i tried really hard to convey how much the RFA would care about you and respect your phobia, but i’m only human haha.

1,899 words, 10,051 characters

Yoosung

it comes out when you’re playing LOLOL together with some mutual friends of yours

one of them mentions how they just got back from buying beer from the nearby 7-eleven and how they’re gonna get wasted later that night

you want to say how uncomfortable you are, but out of fear of seeming “uncool” to yoosung’s friends, you stay silent even though you’ve been talkative all night

after around 10 minutes, the friend actually does bust out some of the beers and starts drinking

that’s when you start to really get nervous

as soon as the match is over, you start scrambling for any excuse to log off for the rest of the night

yoosung notices this, and since you two are literally in the same room, he spins in his chair and starts asking you what’s wrong

you remind him that he forgot to leave the match and it’s still going on,

but he doesn’t care about that dumb game right now.

he just wants to know what’s wrong and what he can do to help

after a lot of hugging, you finally tell him about your methyphobia

he’s a little taken aback, as he’s never heard of it.

but when he thinks about how much his friend was mentioning alcohol he gets

really irritated at his “friend”

you have to tell him that his friend didn’t know and that it’s okay but he still insists on telling him how uncomfortable he made you

after a long back and forth, you realize there’s no stopping him

as if he read your mind, he immediately shoots up to his computer and starts typing

then, when he’s taken care of that, he takes your hand and starts reassuring you again

he’ll never let any mention of alcohol touch your ears again, not if he can help it

and he means it.

he’s really glad that you told him so he can try preventing something like this ever happening again

he never, ever wants you to be uncomfortable.

that’s the last thing that you deserve.

Zen

you’re trying to catch up on social media and your favorite TV shows when you hear keys clicking outside the apartment and the door creaking open

as soon as you look over, you see zen stumbling in

from the look on his face and his posture, it’s easy to tell that he’s had a horrible day on set

you try to comfort him and make conversation, but he only mumbles in reply while getting a beer out of the fridge

moments after he pops it open, your palms start getting sweaty and you freeze

you try to tell him that that makes you uncomfortable, but your voice only comes out as murmurs

“did you say something, jagiya?”

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you try again, stuttering out a more coherent statement on how mentions of or especially the presence of alcohol make you extremely anxious

right away, his eyes go wide and he sets his drink down

he sits down next to you on the couch and looks in your eyes, staying silent but you know what he’s asking

you gulp, take a deep breath, and tell him about your methyphobia and what it means

he has to ask a few questions, such as why this came to be and the like

when you tell him about your mom, he’s disgusted with her

he can’t believe it? how did such a wonderful person come out of such a bad family situation?

you really cannot believe he asked that when he came from a bad family too

after a lot of talking and venting from you, he promptly throws out all his alcohol and promises never to drink any or mention it to you again unless you’re okay with it

if you ever start panicking while eating out he’ll be by your side in a flash, rubbing your back and giving you breathing exercises or whatever you need

he’s 100% supportive of you, and he’ll give up any bad habit he needs to if it helps you at all

Jaehee

it’s a sunday, and a lot of families came to the café after church together

it was packed all day

when you get home, you try to unwind by binging jaehee’s bottomless collection of zen DVDs

she’s a little late, telling you she has to get something from the kitchen really fast and asks you if you want anything

you refuse, you’ve had dinner and you already have water

she understands, and dashes off

after about a minute of you setting up the DVD, she comes back with a cheese plate and a wine glass

as soon as you see the crimson liquid in the glass, your hands start to vibrate and shake furiously

you try to hide it by holding them tightly, but she notices before you tuck them away in your pockets

“is s-something wrong?? did i do something??”

she’s, so worried,

you’re a little hesitant to tell her but you’ve been dating for a few months and you have to tell her eventually, right?

through shaky breaths, you explain your methyphobia and why it came to be,

everything.

she never interrupts you, purely focusing on listening to you until you’re done after about 3 and a half minutes

afterwards, she apologizes for never asking if you’re comfortable with her relying on drinking wine as a stress reliever

she says how she doesn’t blame you in the slightest for not telling her sooner, it’s hard to trust people with such sensitive information and she would have struggled with it too.

you have a really long conversation about your lives and everything you struggle with talking about to others

you both forget all about the DVD

after you tell her that you’re starting to get sleepy, she dumps out the wine, puts the cheese away, and gives you honest to god the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten from someone.

as well as a kiss on the cheek heehee

she gives you a lot more cuddles that night

and when you’re both awake, she delays the shop opening so she can do as much research on methyphobia as a woman could possibly do in one morning

she’s very sensitive about it afterwards, and always makes sure that you don’t get reminded of alcohol (when she can help it)

Jumin

you’re playing with elizabeth the 3rd and waiting for jumin to come home when you get a call

speak of the devil!!

you pick up almost instantly, asking him how work is going and telling him what elizabeth has been doing all day

he lets out a small .. nose exhale? of a laugh before telling you that he actually called you to inform you of a sudden change of plans for the afternoon/evening

you’re really excited! you’re usually just stuck in the penthouse all day, without anything to do

so any chance to get out is a good thing, especially with jumin

right? eh

he continues, saying how he has to go to an event for work purposes

it turns out there’s a nearby wine tasting and there’s a lot of potential customers there

as he went, the smile on your face slowly fell until he said the word “wine” and any sign of joy was smacked out of you

your head started spinning, you were spluttering trying to think of an answer

“o-okay, i’ll s-s-see yo-you the-there”

fuck. shit what the fuck

he notices your panicking, but decides not to say anything and save it for later

“i’ll see you later, yes. have a good afternoon, my love. excuse me.”

and he hung up

and you sat down

and tried to gather your thoughts

fuckkrignnrjgts.df.g.t.gnntghntg/h.mgfnue3rnfnnsae943203t0reend what the, god damn,

you try to rationalize. you don’t have to be there for long. as C&R’s heir’s wife, you have to go to a lot of events

and all you had to was hold on to his arm and look pretty

if just most of the people there saw you with him, you could probably sneak off and go home early

so that’s what you decided on.

you picked out your dress, got one of the maids for advice on accessories, and you were ready to go

you were in the middle of psyching yourself up to leave when the door opened and your husband walked in

he commented on how nice you looked already, and excused himself to go change

it was about 10 minutes before he came back out and started to dial driver kim’s number

you had to say something

“w-wait.”

??

then it all came spilling out, the fact you couldn’t come to the wine tasting, your past alcoholic mother, and your horrible case of methyphobia

jumin stood there paralyzed for about 5 seconds straight before straightening up and

“okay. i’ll see you tonight then.”

??????????? WHAT

you really did not see that coming

he just… accepted the fact you couldn’t go

he could see the surprise in your face

you told him how you really expected him to be more dramatic about it, making a big show about how you had to be there.

“i’m hurt that you thought i would ever force you to do anything you would not like to. your comfort is more important than my image, MC.”

you basically imploded on the spot

jhhohOOOOOH  my god

you thanked him profusely, and told him to have a good time

he gave you a kiss

and then headed out

when he came back, he gave you a lot more affection than he did before

“affection” can mean whatever you want it to 👀👀👀

to be honest, i’ve been thinking for a while and i really just couldn’t think of a scenario about 707 drinking or bringing you into a situation where people are drinking? im sorry, i tried my best doing random HCs i thought of. it’s a lot less coherent than the other ones, but it’s better than nothing.

707

when he finds out, he’s shocked

what!

because you don’t really take medication or anything for your phobia since… you don’t need any honestly, there was no way for him to know via background check

he’s very sweet about it

even though he’s constantly memeing and joking around, he’s extremely cautious making jokes about alcohol

if anyone DARES to make fun of you for it or degrades you

honey

they’ve got a big storm coming

he’ll probably put a photo album of his cosplaying going on their phone for the next few months

lol

this boy understands anxiety, so if you ever are uncomfortable because it’s been mentioned or someone around you is drinking, he’ll either try to distract you with jokes or if need be, ZOOP you out of there right away and calm you down

he’s so much more protective of you, especially in public

if you tell him to stop he’ll stop though

he just wants you to know he’s always there for you

because you’re always there for him

[itsbetterthananal]

i literally just had the worst ibs episode ive had in a long time because of all this shit thats been happening. at first i just felt a little constipated but when i pushed my ibs kicked off and literally my entire abdomen was in searing pain + i had period cramps and because of how much pain i was in my body began to overheat extensively and i became lightheaded. it hurt so much that my limbs even hurt and i felt like i was gonna pass out. after i passed an initial poop to make sure i wasnt blocked up i had to lay naked on my bathroom floor in a ball shaking profusely to wait for my bowels to pass the poop because i was so lightheaded and hot that i had to lay on a cold surface to make sure i didnt throw up the medication i just took. i literally had to have the thought "i can clean up period blood or poop if i lay down but i cant clean up if i pass out on the toilet and hit my head". i was literaly sweating so much i was sliding. anyway like a few minutes later i got back on the toilet and passed the rest of it and i feel better now but im still shaking and my entire body feels weak and i would like to thank my bodys stress response for being like "youve been stressed for two days straight, lets increase your symptoms tenfold!"

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.6

                                                 Part S I X 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes is the goal, lovelies! im so happy a bunch of you are enjoying this series. i love writing each part knowing that a lot of you will be satisfied to read it! gives me a ton of confidence in my writing xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                 I M A G I N E

Helsinki, 23:07 P.M. (post-concert, almost midnight)

“Hold on for a sec.” 

Those words stood still in the silence, making your bones completely freeze and stop you from joining the rest of the boys outside. The yanking of your hem became a distant memory as you looked up at the sweaty, yet stern-faced Calum right in front of you. 

His expression refused to falter, with his plump lips still pursed into a straight line. His chubby cheeks shined from the sweat as it dripped down his shaved chin and jaw. His almond eyes were slightly dim now, with a light, honey color surrounding his pitch black pupils. He stood there, tall but slouched, as he looked down at you with this breathtaking intensity. 

He refused to say anything, having you remain silent as well as the two of you stared into each others’ eyes. The gaze was nauseating, having you feel nervous for this awkward and strong silence between you two. His eyes were gleaming while staring into yours, as though he was searching for something beyond the color of them. 

“Hey,” Calum spoke, his voice deep and seemingly tired after the performance. A few of your fingers twitched as you were brought back to reality. Blinking a few times, you grabbed your hands together and intertwined them at the fingers. 

“Hi,” you choked out, unsure of the mood that has swallowed up the room. Calum slowly walked closer to you and shoved his hands into his pockets. You quickly look down to notice how small the pockets of the skinny jeans were, but that was an irrelevant detail right now. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you on stage. That really wasn’t cool.” You were a bit in shock. Calum actually apologizing for his rudeness? Which dimension were you dwelling in? “I didn’t realize that you had actually found my lucky pick...” 

“N-no worries...” you stuttered a bit, nervous at the intensity of the moment. He wouldn’t move his eyes from you at all. It was like he was looking directly into your soul. 

“I can’t believe you actually went to look for it... that’s so annoying,” Calum said, his voice with a hint of bitterness. Annoying? He was apologizing and then proceeded with calling you... annoying. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--” Wait, why are you apologizing?

���No, you’re not sorry because you willingly took the time to find that pick for me when you absolutely didn’t have to and I didn’t ask you to.” Pain jolted in your heart as he said those words. When did I become the bad guy? Your thoughts poisoned you with this negativity as you bit your bottom lip to prevent tears to fall down your cheeks. 

“Calum...” You felt defeated, breaking the gaze so you didn’t have to stare at Calum anymore. You didn’t want to look at him anymore. Especially not when you were near close to tears. 

“Just fuck off, won’t you?” Calum spat as he walked passed you and went for the door. “Thanks for finding that pick for me, but that was just a one time thing. Don’t bother me at the bar, yeah?” 

With that, Calum opened the exit door and escaped the stairway. You listened as the creaky door slowly went shut and you were alone. Your hands began to shake a bit, with your heart beating painfully. Tears finally let loose, letting the drops fall to the ground and darken it with their splotches. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t comprehend anything. 

“Y/N!” An abrupt voice broke the silence as you quickly began wiping away your tears. Your shoulders were grabbed, the large hands turning you around to face your cousin. Ashton looked at you while you couldn’t even meet his hazel eyes. You were focused on his chest to try and stop the tears from forming. “Y/N, why’re you crying?” 

“I like Calum, Ashton!” You wailed, putting your face against Ashton’s chest. You grabbed his shirt and felt its silky texture between your fingers. Your legs were feeling like jelly, but you had to confess your strife to somebody. And luckily, your blood was around for you to speak to. “I like him and he doesn’t like me and it hurts!” 

“Hey hey hey!” Ashton began, giving you a tight hug before pulling you back to see your face. “Stop crying, okay? You look much better without those tears on your face. We can talk about it after we drink since we can’t bail on the boys. I want us to celebrate and spread good vibes, okay?” 

“Mhm...” you mumbled, slowly letting Ashton’s shirt go as he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to you. Drying your tears and blowing your nose, you take a few deep breaths to stop the urge of crying some more. 

“Fuck Calum, okay?” Ashton said, giving you a wide smile. “Not literally, of course. You’re gonna meet a few awesome friends of ours and we’re gonna drink until we can’t and have an amazing time. Does that sound okay to you?” 

“Yeah, that sounds okay,” you say, giving Ashton a small smile as you mocked his repetitive use of ‘okay.’ Ashton gave you a pat on your head and waited a few minutes for you to calm down. After that, he offered his hand to you and gave you a reassuring smile. 

“Let’s go then,” Ashton said, taking initiative as you took his hand and let him lead you out of the stadium and into the dark Jeep. Entering, you were glad it was so dark that the boys couldn’t see your partially bloated face. Luke and Michael strike a conversation with you immediately after they asked Ashton to sit in the back with you. As you spoke with them, you couldn’t help but feel this tension between Calum and Ashton. 

23:20 P.M.

“Lemme get 20 shots of tequila please!” Michael cheered at the bartender. You watch the wild guitar player grab the tray of shots and hand it out to the boys and the friends at the bar. Michael dedicated the last to shots for himself and you. “For our gorgeous tour guest of honor.”

“Thanks, Mikey,” you giggled, taking the shot as Michael took his and dropped the tray to the ground. Luckily, the music was so loud that nobody heard the loud impact of it. 

“To our Sounds Live Feels Live tour!” Michael cheered, having everybody else join him as you all gulped down your shots. The alcohol burned down your through smoothly, giving you a little bit of distaste but satisfaction from it. You ordered a beer and waited, deciding to scope around the room to see what the boys were doing. 

Luke was off playing pool with a few of their friends, laughing and having a ball as he did. He managed to get himself a blazer, it seems, as he put it over a fake dress shirt and tie shirt he was wearing. As he bent down to play the game, you couldn’t help but noticed how uncomfortable he was due to his super tight jeans. 

Your eyes then darted to Ashton, who seemed to be having a very alluring conversation with one of his female friends. She was pretty, if you were being honest. Model-like body, friendly smile, and emerald eyes that can steal every heart in this room. Your cousin seemed genuinely happy as he laughed from whatever that girl said. You felt happier already just watching them. 

Turning over to Michael, you weren’t surprised to see him playing a mediocre version of beer pong. One of their friends was on all fours like a crab to act as the table. The cups of beer were placed on him as Michael bounced a ping pong ball on his stomach and managed to get it into one of the opponents’ cup of beer. Michael cheered loudly before grabbing his own cup of beer and chugging it. 

You then spotted Calum Hood. 

He was on the dance floor, his body fairly close to a beautiful girl with a kind smile. Her caramel skin was somewhat insulted by her completely caked face and injected lips. If you were being honest, you weren’t exactly envious of her. She had a pretty face, but who knows how many men she has lured in with all that plastic. 

You were envious that she was getting Calum’s best. 

His smile, pure and kind with his perfect pearly whites. The way his eyes crinkled at the ends as he genuinely laughed at whatever she said. He touched her hips, rubbed his hands along her lower back, as though he actually knew how to be affectionate and compassionate. It was almost impossible not to seethe in this inappropriate jealousy. 

You were then suddenly hit on the nose. 

The object plopped into your drink, forcing you to look down to see an olive floating in your beer. You noticed that it splashed some beer on white strapless, but you didn’t mind that much. Looking over to your right where it came from, you saw Ashton sitting on the seat right beside you. 

“Jesus, what the fuck Ash?” You flinched, using your free hand to remove the olive from your cup. “Did you throw this at me?”

“Yes.” You hit Ashton’s cheek with the olive as it fell on the floor and rolled itself to who knows where. 

“You dick,” you muttered, having the both of you laugh before Ashton takes your cup and asks for another beer. 

“Stop staring at that asshole,” Ashton began when he noticed you glancing back at the Maori boy. “It’s only going to make you feel worse.”

“I can’t help it,” you admit, your shoulders falling again as you took your new cup of beer. “My childhood crush for Calum came back and I don’t know what to do.” You stared hopelessly at Calum, watching as he was enjoying himself with that woman. 

“How about I introduce you to a good friend of mine?” Ashton offered, making you turn your head over to listen to Ashton. “Yo, Nick!” You looked over at where Ashton was staring at and calling over to, seeing a handsome man come out from the crowd and walk up to the two of you. 

As he came closer, you realized that ‘Nick’ was actually Nick Jonas. 

“Holy shit,” you muttered, watching with awe as the 5′7 dashing man came over with a bottle of beer and an irresistible smile. 

“Y/N, this is Nick,” Ashton began to introduce. “Nick, this is my cousin, Y/N.” You gulped as Nick took your free hand and kissed the top of it gently. 

“Nice to meet you,” Nick said, giving you a genuine smile as he took a swig of his beer. Goosebumps rushed all over your body from that mere interaction with his lips. 

“Y-you too...” you said shyly, unsure as to how to calm yourself down when being in the presence of your favorite Jonas Brother. 

“She’s been feeling a little under the weather today, and I’d like for you to show her a good time,” Ashton asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to give you a brief squeeze. Nick looked over at you and have you a toothy smile, seeing his shiny, white teeth as he nodded. 

“Well shoot, what could put a gorgeous girl like yourself down?” Nick asked sweetly, his voice full of care while entering you in such a gentle gaze. “C’mon, let me help you lighten up a bit. You can trust her with me, Ash.” 

“W-wait!” You tried, but Nick was too quick. He had already taken your beer from your hand, handed it to Ashton, and took your hands into his. As he began to take you away from the bar, you looked back to see Ashton give you two thumbs up. You stick your tongue out at him as you, somewhat reluctantly, follow the Jonas Brother to the dance floor. 

“Y/N, right?” Nick spoke by your ear due to the loudness of the music. You nodded in confirmation, having Nick give you a kind smile. “That’s a beautiful name, you know. Fits your face perfectly.”

“Th-thank you...” you stuttered, flushed from the fact that Nick has yet to let go of your hands. “I’m s-sorry, I’m just so starstruck right now-- like, you’re Nick Jonas and I’m just Y/N Y/L/N.”

“That’s okay,” Nick said through a laugh. “You’re acting much cooler about it than most people who meet me for the first time.”

“Ah yes, because I, a girl who is in shock and amazed that the Nick Jonas is gonna show me a good time and is holding my hands as we speak, is acting much cooler than another who would have the exact same reaction.” You then realized how you rambled and blushed. “S-sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.” Nick laughed again, having you feel embarrassed as blood rushed into your cheeks.

“You’re actually really cute, Y/N,” Nick admits, making you smile like an idiot from the compliment. Several bodies were dancing around you as Closer was coming to an end. Ironically, Burnin’ Up began to play, having you giggle as you look at Nick bite his bottom lip. 

“Oh my gosh, did you set this up, Nick?” You asked, laughing as he shook his head vigorously. 

“I didn’t, but I have a feeling the DJ saw me come in and couldn’t help himself,” Nick chuckled, having a few heads turn to look at the both of you as they danced to the song. 

“Well, if they’re playing this, I’m expecting to be serenaded by Nick Jonas himself,” you joked, having Nick chuckle as he took initiative and started dancing. You joined him, your hands still in his as he tugged you gentle and spun you around at times. 

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” Nick began as he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. Your breath was immediately taken as you were now body to body with Nick Jonas. “I’m definitely burnin’ up, burnin’ up, for you, baby.” 

“You’re so lame!” You said through a giggle, having Nick smirk like a dork as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I actually kinda dig it.” 

24:17 A.M. (past midnight)

The bar was still lively with more people joining the dance floor. Bodies were pressed against bodies as Attention by the Weeknd began to play. The lights were dimmed to dark pinks and purples as everyone changed their hyperactive dancing to close, intimate dancing. 

Calum fled your mind as Nick held you close to his body. You could feel his abs against your tummy, his fingers slowly doing work on your lower back. His hands were practically sat on your upper ass as he held you firmly but gently. You rested your head against the crook of Nick’s neck as he led the two of you in the slow dance. 

“You’re a pretty amazing girl, you know that, Y/N?” Nick spoke softly into your ear, having you smile against his collarbone as you two spun slowly. 

“I’m also the luckiest girl in the world right now,” you said in a mumble. “You’ve been so kind and sweet to me, Nick. You treat me like we’ve been friends for years and oddly enough, I feel like I can trust you with my life.” 

“That actually means a lot to me, Y/N,” Nick said with a smile. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never been this comfortable with a girl when I’ve met her for the first time. But you were so shy at first, I thought you’d be really frigid. But it was so easy to get you to lighten up and ease up to me. That’s just awesome.” 

“I’m just still in shock that I’m this close to the Nick Jonas,” you admit sheepishly. “This doesn’t happen to me often, see-- this slow dancing with one of my old, favorite boy band member.” 

“Old favorite?” Nick began, pretending to be offended. “Are you trying to tell me that you don’t like the Jonas Brothers anymore?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant!” You quickly blurt out. You pulled away from Nick and cup your cheeks in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, oh my--”

“Hey, it’s okay!” Nick quickly interrupted you, having you stop and look up at him with awe. “I was just messin’ with you.” You gave Nick a fake pout as you playfully slapped his chest. 

“Stop teasing!” You squeaked as the both of you shared a laugh. You went back to Nick’s arms to dance once more. 

“So, I know this sounds a bit intrusive and personal, and you also don’t have to answer...” Nick started, his voice becoming more serious now. “What made you feel under the weather today?” 

“Oh!” You were surprised by the question. That’s when your joyride with Nick ended and your mind began to surge with the idea of Calum. “It was just a bit of boy troubles, that’s all.” 

“Oh, d’you have a boyfriend.”

“No. More like a really shitty crush.” 

“Ah,” Nick empathized. “What, did you confess and he rejected you or?”

“I don’t have the balls to confess,” you choked out. “But he’s made it evident that he really doesn’t like me. Even as a friend, he barely tolerates me. I don’t even think he associates me with ‘friend.’” 

“Well shit, that sucks,” Nick said with a frown. “Well, I know this is irrelevant, but I think you’re a fantastic woman, Y/N.” You blushed from the compliment, having Nick give you a toothy grin. 

“Thank you, Nick,” you hum, feeling your cheeks get hot. “You’re pretty amazing as well. You’ve been so kind and fun tonight, it has honestly lightened my mood.” 

“I’m glad to help,” Nick whispered. His cheeks then tinted a bit pink as he evidently bit his tongue. “C-can I do something? Like, to you right now?” Your heart jumped, unsure about his unspecific request. 

“U-um, what do you have in mind?” You said hesitantly as you looked into Nick’s eyes. Nick then let go of your waist and lifted his hands up to your cheeks. Cupping them gently, Nick slowly fluttered his eyes shut and began leaning in. You froze, watching as Nick’s face came closer to your face. Your noses were an inch away as you anticipated the lip impact. 

But, within seconds, Nick was pulled far away from you. 

You watched as Calum rushed right in front of you, making you freeze once more at the sudden action. A series of eyes was darted around the 3 of you from the scene Calum just caused. Calum looked tense from the back, his chest heaving quickly at every fast breath he took. You took a wild glance over his shoulder to see veins rise from his temple. 

“Yo, what the fuck, Calum?” Nick exclaimed, looking at him angrily as Calum just stood there with his usual stern look. 

“She’s a naive girl, that’s clear to see when you first meet her,” Calum said audibly, his voice firm and deep. “But don’t take advantage of that. She’s easy to toy with when vulnerable, but try that shit when she isn’t. It certainly won’t go the way you were expecting it to.” 

Calum proceeded to turn around, grab your wrist, and drag you out of the bar with no words. 

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