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romanhughesy · 2 months ago

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Aftertaste

quinn hughes x indie singer!fem reader

summary: quinn is dragged out to a show at a dive bar, and finds himself drawn to the lead singer...

wc: 5.3k

notes: ive seen a lot of nhl stars x pop girlie reader (a slay every time) but something about the idea of straight laced quinn x indie girl compels me..

As a professional hockey player, it was one of Quinn’s biggest gripes when people told him he only cared about hockey. Mainly because people always said it like it was a bad thing, something they were uncovering that Quinn didn’t know about himself. Something he should be ashamed of. But Quinn knew, and he wasn’t ashamed at all. Hockey was in his blood, inextricably linked with his real biggest priority. His family. Luckily, hockey and family had always gone hand in hand for Quinn. Even when hockey took him far away from everyone, even when people tried to pit him and his brothers against each other, it never strained their relationships. They all knew it was just the nature of the game. Reaching his dreams, being an impactful player, it took thick skin. All three Hughes boys had been raised with that knowledge.

But, that didn’t mean things didn’t rattle him occasionally. Like now, sitting on a teammate’s couch, trying to savor what he thought would be a chill afternoon sprawling into a quiet evening. Until someone’s phone rang. Dakota Joshua’s girlfriend was on the line, trying to convince everyone to go out. Her friend was in a band playing that night, and ‘there was no cover, so everyone should come.’ Because a bunch of professional athletes worried about paying an entry fee. A couple guys said sure, a couple more said they had plans, and when it was more or less worked out who’d be going, a few of them turned to look at Quinn. He shook his head, not moving from his slumped lean against the back of the couch. He was tired. And comfortable. So he verbally answers, “I’m not a huge live music guy. But thanks for the invite.”

He hadn’t expected his voice to carry through the phone, really just speaking to his teammate. But the girl on the other line must’ve heard, because she scoffed. “Is that Quinn?” her voice crackled through the speaker. “Figures. He couldn’t care less about anything that isn’t hockey!”

Quinn could hear that she was joking, but it still stung. He didn’t even know this girl that well. Why was she looking down on him for prioritizing his job, that he was, frankly, great at? Joshua immediately came to his defense, shooting an apologetic look over his shoulder and saying, “Hey, Captain’s locked in. Can’t complain, especially with the way the season’s going.”

The conversation shifted, and then ended altogether, but Quinn was lost in his thoughts until some of the guys who weren’t going to the bar stood up to leave. What would he do with his evening, if he did go home? Slump on his own couch, watch tape or other games on TV that evening, talk to his mom or Jack or Luke, if they were free? Those were all things he enjoyed, that brought him joy, but none of his excuses sounded good enough when the guys asked if he was sure he didn’t want to go. So, he lets himself be half-dragged into the bar, and if he’s nursing his beer on the edge of their crowded booth a bit grumpily, hopefully everyone will let it slide. The group of people was bigger than he’d anticipated for a free show at a pretty run down bar. Quinn’s not even sure this is technically a concert, as very few people are lingering anywhere near the stage, and no one seems to be paying any attention to the people tuning instruments up there.

“So, wait, how do you even know this girl?” Quinn hears someone ask, and that brings his attention back to the situation at hand. Joshua’s girlfriend, clearly pleased to hold the attention of the table, smiles widely.

“Oh, we went to university together! It’s been awhile since we’ve hung out, but she was always so talented. She never actually made her own music in school though, which I thought was strange. So when she mentioned joining a band, I just knew they’d be great!”

Awesome. Quinn’s been dragged out to see an amateur musician who’s a former classmate of someone he barely knows. He might need a couple more beers to make it through this.

“What kind of music do they play?” Someone else chimed in, apparently not as put off by the previous answer as Quinn was.

“I’m not really sure. I think, like, indie rock? She mentioned they’d be doing a lot of covers, because they’ve just recently started playing together. She said they wanted to go ahead with gigging to work out what kind of sound they wanted for their own music, so cool!”

Quinn was seriously impressed by this girl’s loyalty to her friend. He wouldn’t call himself a big indie rock fan, but there were way less palatable genres, so maybe he’d survive after all. He looked towards the stage, at the band tuning their instruments and checking mics, and turned back to the table with a question of his own.

“Is she the brunette with the bass?”

“Nope!” Joshua’s girlfriend answered, eyes bright. She obviously hadn’t expected Quinn to show any interest. “She’s not up on stage right now. But that white guitar they’re sound-checking right now is hers. I recognize it from her Instagram.”

Quinn nodded, curiosity satisfied. Conor rose from the other side of the booth, clearly heading to the bar, so Quinn slid out too, maybe a bit overly eager to step away from the larger group. Lucky for him, they lingered by the bar even after getting their drinks, so Conor was either a mind reader, or just felt similarly. They made easy chatter, and Quinn felt some of the tension in his shoulders unwind. Before he’d even thought of rejoining their other teammates, the bar lights dimmed. Quinn hadn’t even realized it was possible to make the space any dimmer. Turning his gaze towards the stage, all the same people as before were settled with their respective instruments, leaving a gap in the middle of the stage. Quinn’s eyebrows raised. A few seconds later, the missing member quietly entered the stage, smiling bashfully.

Quinn felt like he’d been hit over the head, and that was putting it mildly. Fiddling with an acoustic guitar, high points of her face getting kissed by a spotlight, the lead singer was maybe the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Hi, everyone. We don’t quite have a name, or much original music right now, but we’re gonna play some of our favorite songs for you guys tonight. Hope you enjoy.” Her voice was soft, tinged with nerves, but still warm. Quinn couldn’t look away as she adjusted her grip on her guitar one more time, and shared a glance with the bass player on her right. The band started playing, and Quinn’s breath was stolen.

They were playing an older song Quinn vaguely recognized, quiet, soft rock. He hadn’t really ever considered someone’s singing honest before, but that’s how it felt. Clear, sincere. Just singing from the soul, like she would sound the exact same even if the room was completely empty.

“You live your life, you go in shadows

You'll come apart and you'll go blind

Some kind of night into your darkness

Colors your eyes with what's not there”

He stood, transfixed, until Conor elbowed his arm and tilted his head towards the booth. He looked like he had some taunts ready, but spared them as the men moved through the mostly quiet room.

Back of his neck burning, Quinn slid back into the booth. Most of the group had gone to stand by the stage, bringing the amount of people at the table to a much more manageable amount. For Quinn’s social capabilities, at least. Not that he was paying much attention to anyone at the table, eyes glued to the middle of the stage.

The band had launched into their second song, this one apparently not requiring the singer to also play guitar. Quinn appreciated its absence, as it gave him an unobstructed view of her. She was in a sleeveless black mini dress and calf-high boots, which should’ve been little dressed up for the dingy bar. But, she pulled it off effortlessly, hair down and catching the light as she tossed in time with the music. Quinn certainly wouldn’t call himself an expert, but he wasn’t even sure if she was wearing makeup other than some lived-in eyeliner. She looked like a girl in a 90’s movie, effortless yet put together, all at once. It was intimidating, but something about her presence was also unmistakably warm and open. Quinn couldn’t look away from how she moved with a casual grace, the way her whole body seemed to respond to the song, guiding her voice.

“I feel naked when you look my way

You can see it on my face

You're the only reason I came here

You're the only reason I stayed here

And I'm livin' on the aftertaste

Don’t you tell me it’s too late”

Dancing along to the music was obviously shaking off a lot of her nerves, but even far from the stage, he saw the singer’s cheeks flush as the crowd applauded at the end of the song. Cute. After saddling her acoustic guitar once again, the singer leaned into the microphone.

“This next one is one of my favorite songs. Hope you guys like it.”

“During practice she’d say that about, like, six different songs. I just have to let everyone know.” The person sitting behind a keyboard chimed in, and the singer’s shocked laughter made Quinn feel lightly carbonated. Fizzy, reactive. What was wrong with him?

“I’ve got a big heart. Anyway!”

She led the band into the next song, and they continued to play a few more, with minimal commentary. They weren’t playing anything Quinn was familiar with, but he didn’t really mind letting the music wash over him. The band were talented, and Quinn could see people around the room who clearly did know the songs enjoying themselves, further validating his assessment. At some point, Conor disappears, and brings back new drinks for the both of them, giving him that taunting look again. This time, he delivers.

“You know, I thought you weren’t really a live music guy? Seem to be enjoying yourself plenty.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What? Just making small talk. Need me to be quiet so you can focus on the music? Maybe she’ll sign your forehead at the merch table later.”

Quinn lets out a long-suffering sigh. There’s nothing he’d change about his life, really, but he sometimes dreams of a world where he’s a scary captain that people don’t make fun of for their own entertainment. That’d show them. He settles, instead, for making fun back, like any respectable adult with younger siblings.

“Signed a lot of autographs lately? She could probably teach you how.”

Conor lets out a shocked sound, but their back and forth is cut off by applause echoing through the bar.

“Thank you!” The singer is once again guitar-less, nervously fiddling with her mic stand with dainty hands that Quinn’s eyes get stuck on. They must be tough, for how deftly she plays her guitar, but they look small. Quinn buries a half-formed thought of brushing against them, holding them in his own. He’s losing it.

“We’re gonna do a few songs with some different vibes, if that’s okay with you guys. We’re still working on pinning down what style of music we really like making as a band, so we’d love to know what you think of these. This first one is called Starling, and it’s actually an original of mine.”

Her cheeks flush at the scattered cheers through the room, and once the song starts, Quinn understands why. The song is raw, subdued instrumentation highlighting her voice. She sings most of it with her eyes shut, but not tightly. Not fearful. She’s swaying gently, and her voice soars through the dingy bar.

“And she says we're the lucky ones

And you know why

To meet another is a miracle, let alone you and I

You and I, you and I”

The applause at the end of the song is noticeably louder than the songs before. Quinn claps, and Conor doesn’t even make fun of him, because he’s clapping too. The lead guitar player pats the singer on the back as she takes a swig of water and visibly tries to settle her nerves.

“Okay, that was scary! Let’s have fun now.”

The next song is folksy and upbeat, old-fashioned. It reminds Quinn of something his parents would listen to. The band really digs into it, the audience responding in turn, and Quinn feels weirdly connected to it all. It reminds him of being on the ice, a good shift where he feels like a live wire and can anticipate the moves of all of his linemates. Everything ramps up towards the end of the song, and it’s actually Conor who’s shoving Quinn out of the booth, towards their teammates closer to the stage.

“Seems like the last few songs are fun. Let's be social.”

Quinn lets himself be dragged, like he has all night, folding into the group. A couple of the guys seem shocked to see them, Soucy throwing a “We thought you guys bailed!” over his shoulder. Quinn shrugs, but tries to fake-nonchalantly answer before Garland. Whatever Conor might say would do him no good.

“Nah, just hanging back at the booth. Still tired from earlier.”

“Nice. They’re doing a good job up there. Joshua’s girl is losing her mind.”

Quinn is too, a little, but he refuses to say that out loud. Luckily, they’re interrupted.

“Thanks for really getting into that last one. That’s one of my favorites.” One of the other band members snickers and starts to interrupt, Quinn sees their teasing smile from where he stands. The singer cuts them off, grinning widely and continuing her sentence,

“This is our second to last song. Laugh at me if you want, but it truly is my favorite song these days. Not one of my favorites, just my favorite. This is Juna by Clairo. Let’s dance!”

He’s never heard it before, much like the rest of the set, but this song is definitely his favorite, too. It’s still playful, but has a sensuality that’s completely out of left field. Taking the microphone from the stand, the singer slinks across the small open area of the stage. Her hips sway, free hand gesturing with the music, and she looks so good Quinn almost can’t bear it. She’s singing directly to the audience, confident and present in a way he hadn’t seen from her so far. And he’d definitely been paying more attention than he’d admit to anyone.

“You know me, you know me

And I just might know you too, know you

Come to me ready”

Joshua’s girlfriend throws her hands up when the singer looks their way, and the singer looks down at her friend with a dazzling smile, sweeping her eyes over the rest of the group. Quinn has a weird instinct to avert his eyes, or run away, but he’s too late. The singer is looking at him. Quinn swears he sees her eyes widen, just a fraction, but the moment breaks, the rhythm moving her across the stage. He spends the rest of the song— and most of the following one— in a daze. He claps when everyone else claps, lets himself be moved like the crowd moves, but he’s mostly just drinking in the singer’s appearance. Her charm, her confidence, it’s magnetic. He’d be embarrassed, but he’s definitely not the only one looking. And that makes something smolder in him, stifling and warm.

“Thank you all so much for being here. This was actually our first show all together as a band, so it’s been very special. Enjoy the rest of the evening!”

The audience gives one last hardy round of applause, and the band don’t bother with theatrics, unceremoniously beginning to break down all their equipment. Quinn, as per usual, lets himself be led to the bar for another round, and then back to a table. Some of the girls in the group are chatting about how much they liked the set, how they’d love to see them again, but one comment in particular lands heavy on his brain. It’s Joshua’s girlfriend, pretending to be casual when she boasts,

“I told you guys Y/N was amazing! I texted her and told her she should come hang with us for a minute when they’re all packed up. I hope she has time.”

Conor elbows him. The little shit. Quinn gives him a withering look, but he knows at least one of the other guys had to have noticed the interaction.

“Oh?” Dakota raises an eyebrow at him. “Interested in meeting Y/N? Didn’t really think you cared for live music, Cap. Had to drag you into the bar and all.”

Quinn visualizes the alternate universe where he’s intimidating his teammates, and decides to play dumb in real life.

“Who? The only reason I haven’t left is because Garland keeps buying me drinks.”

Joshua doesn’t quite buy it.

“That’s nice of him. Means you have room for a couple drinks for Y/N on your tab, then. She was the lead singer. Seemed like you were keeping an eye on her.”

“You know, not a huge live music guy, myself, but I’ve heard when people are onstage you’re supposed to pay attention to them.” Quinn chirps, perhaps belatedly realizing getting defensive about the girl would only make things worse. The guys laugh, and the conversation moves on, so he must’ve said just enough to be let off the hook.

Quinn lets his thoughts wander, rather than taking part in the mindless chatter. He really is tired. Everyone will tease him for leaving, but he’s been more than a good sport. He’s absolutely far surpassed his “not hockey” quota for the day. Just as he decides on getting up and telling everyone goodbye, other people around the table are standing, and some of the girls are fussing. Did someone else decide to leave before him? Even better, he can just tack onto someone else’s goodbye, slip out with even less attention on him. He gets out of his chair and realizes he’s fallen into a trap of sorts.

In the middle of all the commotion is Dakota Joshua’s girlfriend, bragging about her friend while wrapping her in a tight hug. The lead singer. She’s clearly overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, but gives the group a genuine smile.

“This is my boyfriend, Dakota, and these are a bunch of his teammates!” She rattles off their names, as if the singer will remember them, and Quinn feels something inside him ignite when he locks eyes with the girl again.

“Nice to meet you guys. Thanks for coming out! So glad I didn’t realize who you all were until now. I would’ve freaked out.” The singer’s smile turns shy, and Quinn sees a couple of the guys almost visibly puff up their chests, enjoying the recognition. He is too, sure, but he hopes it’s not too obvious.

“Big Canucks fan?” Joshua asks while slinging an arm around his girlfriend, pulling her closer.

“Born and raised. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love a picture to send to my parents. They’re gonna lose their minds.”

Dakota’s girlfriend is already whipping out her phone before the singer can finish her sentence, gathering everyone into the frame. Conor, ever the meddler, shoves Quinn towards the center, and he ends up right next to the girl he’s been admiring all evening. He breathes in her clean, citrusy perfume, and isn’t sure he remembers to smile for the picture, dazed. Joshua’s girlfriend looks through the photos and seems pleased, so Quinn must look normal enough.

“They came out so cute! Y/N, do you have a favorite player? If he’s here let’s get a picture of just you two!”

The singer, Y/N, he mentally corrects, stammers out an excuse, but she seems to quickly learn the lesson Quinn learned in his earliest days in the sport. Give hockey players an obvious weak point, and they’ll exploit it, on or off the ice. A few of the guys tease, lightheartedly, but still pressing for an answer.

“Um… it’s 43. Hughes…” She’s avoiding his eye, and the guys are going wild, but Quinn hardly notices. He’s floating, mentally thanking every extra rep in the gym, every early practice, even his parents for loving the sport so much they passed it onto him. Quinn can’t help his small smirk as Joshua’s girlfriend gestures for Y/N to hand her phone over, opening the camera and telling them to get together and pose.

Quinn takes a step closer, hovering his arm around her waist, until he finally catches Y/N’s eye. He tilts his head, wordlessly questioning. She nods and wraps her own arm behind his back, so he lets his hand settle. It’s not hard to smile for the picture when he’s pressed against her side. His guys are jeering, but he pays them no mind as Y/N is handed back her phone. Now or never, probably, Quinn thinks to himself. So he dives.

“D’you mind sending those to me?” He asks, trying to keep his voice low amongst all the chaos of the group. He doesn’t exactly want commentary as he’s trying to shoot his shot.

Y/N blinks up at him, and he finds her visible confusion endearing.

“You want me to send you the pictures of us together?”

Quinn just nods. She blinks some more, brow furrowed.

“Yeah, sure, I can. Why?”

Quinn wishes he had some witty or charming response, but there’s something about her straightforwardness that disarms him. She doesn’t seem to realize how interested Quinn is, for better or for worse.

“Well,” He rubs the back of his neck, “It was the most casual way I could think of to ask for your number.”

At that, Y/N’s eyes widen, but she also smiles in a coy way that makes Quinn think he might be in over his head.

“Oh! Well, in that case, I’d be more than happy to send you those pictures.” She hands Quinn her phone, already open to a new contact, and he takes it from her outstretched hand.

“You guys did great up there, by the way. Especially for a first show. I never would’ve guessed.”

Y/N gives him that warm, happy smile, and he melts.

“Thank you! I haven’t performed in front of a crowd since middle school choir, so I’m honestly just proud I made it through the set at all.”

Quinn, once again, is floored. Sure, she seemed anxious at first, but he still gets visibly nervous before stepping on the ice all these years later. The idea of doing something for the very first time with so much grace makes him jealous, in a weird way. He doesn’t know how to express all that to a stranger, so he doesn’t.

“Really? You looked at home up there.”

Y/N’s gaze softens a bit, something that wasn’t quite shyness— maybe vulnerability— creeping in.

“That means a lot. It’s something I’ve always dreamed about, always craved. But I was too scared until really recently.”

“That’s really brave.” he responds, thrilled by her flushed cheeks and bashful smile.

“That’s funny,” Y/N says, taking a step closer, holding steady eye contact now, “I find it really brave to hold onto your childhood dreams. I never had that strength.”

Now Quinn is the one flushing. Of course, plenty of people praise his hard work, but many also say his success was handed to him. He’d never deny his good fortune; his amazing parents were certainly the foundation and entry point for his dream. But, he couldn’t have gotten to this point if it was just his parents’ dream for him. He held firm through a lot of exhaustion, pain, and uncertainty. Someone else acknowledging that makes all of the old feelings almost tangible. It’s an uncomfortable sensation for Quinn, one he doesn’t like to linger on.

“It takes a village.” He answers, trying to sound at ease. Y/N laughs.

“How diplomatic! I forget you guys get media trained.”

At that, Quinn laughs, too. He’s fascinated by the discerning sharpness that almost underscores the warmth and openness the girl projects. As if, somehow, she’s looking right through him, but she likes what she sees. He wants to see more of her, in turn.

“You’ll need some of that too, soon enough. I bet the band’s gonna get big.”

“Let me get used to playing in dive bars first, even just thinking about anything bigger is going to give me a panic attack for the foreseeable future.”

“You don’t wanna come sing the anthem at a game?” Quinn can’t help but tease, rewarded by Y/N’s eyes going wide.

“That honestly makes my knees weak. Do you ever get used to playing in front of all those people?”

Quinn tilts his head, considering his answer. He doesn’t want to sound full of himself, but he wants to be honest.

“A lot of times, I’m not really thinking about the audience. I’m just focused on the ice. But, when the crowd gets really worked up, it can definitely impact the game.”

Y/N nods, brow furrowed as she thinks over his answer.

“For better or for worse? Depends on where you are?”

“Yeah,” Quinn answers with a smile, but it’s tight around the edges. “Some places can be fun to play but not exactly welcoming.”

“That’s so interesting. I never thought about how much of the game is mental. No wonder you guys try to be so even-tempered in interviews and stuff.”

Quinn’s lips lift into a smirk.

“You watch a lot of my interviews?”

Y/N huffs, rolling her eyes, but he sees her cheeks darken a bit.

“Oh, hush. I mean, like, whoever gets star of the game or whatever. Always giving generic answers.”

She’s certainly not wrong. Quinn wants to keep talking, but the bass player of the band steps into the conversation, with an impish smile and hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N, do you still want a ride? I’m about to head out.”

“Yes, please.” Y/N replies, and if Quinn wants to believe there’s a bit of reluctance in her tone, he will. She turns back to him with an apologetic smile that certainly helps his interpretation. “It was really nice meeting all of you guys. Thanks again for coming out. We’ll absolutely be bragging at every show about how the Canucks were at our very first gig.”

“Of course,” Quinn replies. “We’ll have to get you guys out to a game soon.”

“A cultural exchange, of sorts.” The bassist chimes in with a laugh. Y/N shakes her head, but Quinn laughs along.

“Exactly! See you guys around.”

If he watches the two girls walk away, heart thudding when Y/N looks over her shoulder to wave goodbye, that’s between him… and Conor, who scurried over the second the musicians walked away to clap a hand on Quinn’s shoulder and shout something that sounded vaguely like “Attaboy!”. He must’ve had a few more rounds after the show ended.

—

A few days later, Quinn’s just getting home from an early morning practice when his phone buzzes. He mindlessly opens the notification, not realizing it was a text from an unsaved number until he’s staring at pictures of him and Y/N, with a caption that makes the corner of his lips raise. He saves the contact, and pretends he’s not looking at the photos some more.

From: Y/N 🎤

so… when’s the next game? :)

To: Y/N 🎤

Coincidentally, tomorrow. You guys free?

Quinn busies himself with preparing lunch, refusing to sit idle by his phone, as much as he wants to. When he sits down with his food a while later, he allows himself a glance at his messages, as a reward for his restraint.

we don’t have to do the anthem, right?

Not this time. Just show up and have fun. As long as we get some tickets to the next gig, of course

well then… i’d love to!

everyone else says they already have plans :(

Quinn takes a deep, calming breath, trying to summon up some courage. He thinks of Y/N, wide eyed and beautiful, calling him brave, but the image actually makes him more nervous. He shoots off a text anyway, before he can overthink it too much.

Tough crowd. But you still wanna go? We could grab dinner or drinks after

He does a few laps around his apartment, wearing down his rug a bit more, before his phone buzzes. Quinn’s not proud of how quickly he dives back onto the couch, but at least no one is around to see.

i was hoping you’d say that :)

see you then!

Well, that settles that. Quinn does a few more nervous laps, suddenly feeling keyed up despite very recently finishing a grueling practice. He’s trying to mentally settle himself before he does something dumb, like tear through his closet and stare at every game day suit he has and decide he hates them all. But, he’s not quite sure where to put all the nervous energy he has. He forces himself to sit back down, thumbs moving across his phone screen.

Need any gear? I can have someone bring you some

He doesn’t want to name the feeling that compelled him to ask. But it grows when, a few minutes later, Y/N answers. It’s another picture, but not from the other night. A mirror selfie. She’s in leggings and a Canucks jersey, facing forward but twisted just enough for Quinn to read the backwards 43 on her arm. His stomach soars, or free falls, he’s not quite sure which.

[image]

born and raised fan, remember? my parents would disown me if i showed up to a game without a jersey

He decides to play it cool, trying to slow his heart rate by joking around.

Looks good, outdated though. Gotta get a C patch

Y/N’s response is quick, like she’d been waiting around for his reaction. Quinn tries not to think about it too hard, tries not to put too much stake into all of these little signs that a girl like Y/N is interested in him.

🙄 not all of us have an equipment team

I’ll take care of it. See you tomorrow, Y/N

see yaaaaaa

good luck! ��

Quinn swears he moves through the rest of his day like normal. He goes through the motions, and he tries to pay as little attention as possible to his wandering thoughts. He’s used to fixating on hockey, trying to predict how games will go. Forecasting what will go right, and, maybe more importantly, what will go wrong. He’s built his career off of his attention to detail, his extra effort. It’s easy, and comfortable, to prepare for games with his team. As the hours go by, inching ever closer to puck drop, he can’t deny his excitement. For the opportunity to keep playing the game he loves, with his guys, for their fans. And maybe, just maybe, he also pictures Y/N, swathed in one of his jerseys with red cheeks from the cold of the rink, wearing that bright smile. He thinks about taking her on a date after the game, and how badly he wants to impress her, like she impressed him with her music. Thank goodness, he’s been working all his life to rise to the occasion when he’s out on the ice.

hiding a playlist/song recs in this fic bc i love u all.. songs directly referenced are fade into you by mazzy star, aftertaste by katie gavin (title inspo!), and juna by clairo! the "original song" is actually starling by sarah kinsley, and her music is GORGEOUS i highly recommend if you like indie singer/songwriter vibes.

some other artists i'd recommend you listen to ~for the vibes~:

phoebe bridgers, boygenius, mitski, fiona apple, and the newest beabadoobee album was super inspirational for this!!

if u made it this far you should send me a song rec of your own hehe

#quinn hughes x fem!reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #qh43 #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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7 - Not So Peaceful Afternoon

Part 8

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

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“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. He’s my brother and you’re my best friend who hasn’t met you in the entire time we’ve been friends.” Will had been trying to convince me to go meet his brother for the past few weeks after the ED shooting.

I had been living in his apartment and been keeping my most important valuables from my apartment even though I would still go back and forth to take showers and get new clothes. But in all honesty the whole situation hadn’t been as bad as I figured it would be. I didn’t want to feel like I was invading his personal space.

Currently there was a thunderstorm going on outside of apartment building. Maxon was laying beside me on the couch and Will was sitting up on the other side of me. “Will, I know you want me to meet him and I do want to meet him. But I feel like he’s going to take our current relationship the wrong way.”

“I mean he’s my brother and he’s always joked with me about different things. But if you’re worried about what he will think of you then I can say you shouldn’t be. From where I stand you’re amazing in my eyes.” Will sat down one of his favorite Irish author books he was reading shifting his body to slightly face me.

I lightly blushed turning my head away from his gaze. “Will, stop it.”

“You’d rather I lie?” He asked me.

I shake my head no correcting him. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then tell me how you really feel.” He pressed on with those puppy dog eyes he could give me and I’d cave in a matter of seconds.

I run my fingers through my hair feeling myself getting embarrassed since we don’t really have conversations like this with each other. “I don’t know what to feel. I haven’t exactly ever talked about having a serious relationship with someone. I just don��t want to embarrass myself when I might not have an answer back or be able to correct him without getting embarrassed.”

“If you’re worried about making a good first impression, don’t be.” Will scooted closer to me on the couch raising his hand and brushing some fallen hair out of my face. “I’ll be there and just pretend that you’re talking to me.”

My eyes fixated onto his that hadn’t moved away from mine the second he said the world to me. “Will.” I mumbled lightly under my breath.

I knew that if Raegan could see our current position right now she would say for us to just kiss right. It was something I had got myself wishing for a time or two but I’d never be so reckless or brave to make the first move. “Mallory – ah crap sorry I should take this.” I swore he was about to lean in and maybe kiss me until his phone suddenly started ringing.

Will got up from the couch going into his bedroom to take the phone call and be the considerate roommate he has been. My phone vibrates next to me where I had to answer it seeing my other best friends name pop up on the screen. “Hey Raegan, what’s new with you?”

“What’s new with me. Absolutely nothing. Now let’s switch the subject to the person who’s moved in with her very attractive ED doctor who she has been living with for the past couple of months.” She instantly turned the call into a video one.

Covering my face with my hand I threw my head back on the couch. “Rae, are we really going to talk about this again?”

“It’s the only thing interesting of our lives. So yes. Now spill I’m begging you.” She gave me the puppy dog eyes on the video call.

I sat up with Maxon coming to snuggle up into my lap. “Look I’ll just come over to your apartment and explain everything that is really going on between us rather than tell you over the phone.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Raegan hung up the phone.

The bedroom door cracked open for me to see Will coming back into the room. “Hey Mal, I’ve got to go to the ED. We’ve got multiple so I’ve got to leave you for a few hours.”

“Don’t worry, Will. I’m going to hang with Raegan for a little while anyway. How does some deep dish pizza sound for dinner.”

He shrugged his jacket and grabbed his keys before we made our way into the hallway and walked down the stairs since the elevator was currently getting maintenance on for the afternoon. “You know how I love that pizza. I’ll never turn it down.” Will held the door open for me and Maxon walked ahead of us.

“Get in and I’ll drive you two.” Will reached his car where we all got into the car driving to her apartment building.

Getting out of his car I waved bye to him heading up the stairs outside the building. “I’ll come home with pizza, promise.” I held up my pinky and he looped his with mine before letting me leave.

Maxon made his way down the second floor hallway that she lived on sniffing the carpet until he lifted his head up and bolted past her door to the door at the end of the happy. He began scratching it with his paws so I went to see what he had found. “Find something, boy. We can ask Rae about it. Come on let’s go – woah Maxon!” I tugged on his dog collar and he snapped his head back going back to trying to get through the door.

“Hey there you guys are. I was being to get worried.” My friend popped her head outside of her door a few doors down the hall.

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder asking her. “Sorry. Maxon thinks he’s found something. Do you know who lives here?”

“Wish I could say yes. But no I only know whoever it is keeps to themselves like all the time. I’ll see if I can get them to answer.” She came to us and started knocking on the door getting no response. “Hey! Is anyone in there?”

Sniffing the air lightly I swore I was smelling smoke coming out of that apartment room. “I’m calling 911.” Drawing out my phone I dialed the number hearing an operating machine.

“911, what is your emergency?”

I explained to the operator hearing a scream come from the hall. “I can smell smoke in a locked up apartment room in the Royal Eastwood apartment complex – get help here immediately.”

Spinning around on my feet I saw the apartment door and Raegan went to step inside before a sudden explosion went off and launched her into the wall. Maxon began barking and leaped inside the room hearing a baby crying. “Help is on the way.” The phone operator informed me.

“Rae, hey look at me.” I bent down to my friend who was barely keeping her eyes opened. I scanned over her body seeing that she was bleeding from her lower stomach. “I need you to put pressure on the wound okay. Help is coming.”

She gulped doing her best of what I said before I got to my feet leaving her. “Go find Maxon – uh.”

Slowly walking into the room I wished I had grabbed my gun from Will’s safe before I left so I had it in this moment. “Maxon!” I called his name with my hands up to my mouth not seeing him in the living room.

Entering the small kitchen area I finally found my dog by the nearest window and he was laid down in front of a crying baby. Bending down on a knee I picked the infant uo in my arms seeing another body laying a few feet from us who was a guy who must have been the father. Yet now he looked to be dead from the gash coming down his chest with blood caused by the explosion. “What do you think caused this explosion , boy?’ He got up from the carpet floor heading over to a stove top showing me a pack of cigarettes and I could smell some gas still inside the stove.

“We’ve gotta get out of here.” I told him seeing some smoke building up in the burner and a tiny flame forming. Maxon barked and we ran out of the room with flames blowing up behind us causing our bodies to both collapse onto the floor.

Lifting my head up I saw the baby was still in my arms thankfully and began crying loudly. “I hear a baby crying in this room!” A male voice met my ears before I saw a guy covered in firefighter gear coming over to me and another behind him.

“I’ve got a baby and my dog should be beside me.” I coughed out a response seeing some black smoke slowly filling the air making it hard to breathe.

The other firefighter spoke helping me up to stand where I nearly stumbled. “Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll find your dog.” We went into the hallway and I saw where Raegan was now only had some blood but she must have already been taken outside.

The firefighter opened thr window in the hallway and one of his teammates handed him two harness sets. “Give me the baby then I’ll come back and take uou down.”

“No. It - we don’t have enough time before another explosion goes off again.” I cut in eyeing the harness he had in his hands until I yanked one of them from his hands.

He went to interrupt. “Ma’am, you can’t do down by yourself-“

“Make sure your partner gets my dog out. He is the most important thing to me.” I snapped back wrapping the first rope around my waist and then the two over my shoulders and connecting them together in the middle of my chest. “I am a retired Army veteran so show me some respect. Now help me get set up to go down last or I’ll figure it out myself.”

He nodded climbing through the window with the baby and clipping my clip on the rope then sliding down to the trucks and ground. The other guy came in shortly with Maxon in his arms. I couldn’t see his tail wagging and he had some ash sticking into his fur so he was clearly not in good shape. “We found him, ma’am.”

“Take him down immediately. I’ll follow afterwards.” The first guy that found us in the room didn’t fight against me. He hooked himself up and slides down the rope. I sit down on the window sill placing my hook on the rope line before I gripped the rope with the gloves they had given me to put on so I didn’t burn my hands. Climbing fully outside I didn’t dare look at the ground and just counted to three before jumping. “One – two – three ahhh!”

While I was sliding down the rope line the building window suddenly had another explosion going off behind me. A blonde woman ran towards me catching my body against her chest and unclipped the straps from around my body. “Are you hurt anywhere?” She asked me.

“No. I’m okay, I just need to know if my friend and dog are going to make it.” I responded to her.

She leads me by the arm towards the ambulance and she helped me inside where I saw Reagan passed out on the bed hooked up to some liquids. “Casey, bring over the dog!” She called before a firefighter with blonde hair and blue eyes came over to us carrying Maxon in his hands.

“He should be fine once he gets rest and some fluid in him. Nothing seems to be broken or bruised on him.” The firefighter laid Maxon down in my lap. “He’s a brave dog.”

“And you are probably one of the most reckless people I have ever met. What you did took guts that you clearly have. If I ever see something come up I might find you. What’s your name?” Her blue eyes focused on mine while she smiled. “I’m Sylvie Brett. Brett with two T’s. Nice to meet you.”

“Mallory, Mallory Easton. Me and my dog Maxon are retired Army veterans.” I asked seeing she was about to close the ambulance door and got inside the back with the three of us. “Could you do me a favor and take us to Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. I know one of the doctors there.”

She nodded checking on my friend. “Thank you for your service. Both of you.” The ambulance began driving off to the hospital.

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tonowarii · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can i ask a fic for tsireya? 😭 I read all of them and I need more. Where reader accidentally ignores tsireya and continues to hang out with their other friend, tsireya gets jealous and ignores reader and reader gets all sad and confused on why tsireya's ignoring them and more fluff

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likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are most welcome and appreciated! let me know your thoughts!

Clueless

tsireya x gn! metkayina! reader

wc: 1.6k

warning/s: angsty, swearing, reader ignoring tsireya, sad tsireya, hurt/comfort, fluff

gif is mine! (i want to give her a hug aaa look at her :<)

As the all-famous saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

But as for Tsireya, your own curiosity was beginning to be her own kryptonite.

The Sully’s arriving was both a blessing and a curse. At first Tsireya had welcomed them with open arms, so did you. Unlike his brother and his friends.

However, in the following weeks they had stayed, you and Tsireya were interacting less.

You were always with the Sully’s, always asking them about the life in the forest and such. Tsireya could admit that she had the same curiosity, however, they were beginning to get closer to you.

Tsireya was starting to not like it at all.

Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely is kind and respectful, but when her significant other’s attention was beginning to be a contest, well…

She’s bound to get jealous.

How could she not? The times where she’d make plans for the both of you, you either end up having your schedule suddenly full, or it was one of them asking you to go with them.

Nonetheless, a sad kind of jealousy settled within her, thinking back to your last interaction, exactly just a few minutes ago.

“(Y/N)... wait up!” Tsireya said, running over to you as you turned to the sound of her voice.

“Reya, hey!” You greeted her by grabbing her hand and kissing the back of her hand, something you had taken a liking to do.

Tsireya’s cheeks turned a shade darker but she smiles. “I thought we were supposed to hang out today?”

She then saw your face contort into realization, but before you could speak, Tsireya from the corner of her eye, could spot Tuktirey.

“(Y/N)! Let’s go they’re going to leave us!”

Tsireya then watched as you turned your head towards Tuk, then back at her, with a new look on your face.

Apologetic.

“Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak wanted me to teach them a few tricks on their ilus and I had already promised them,” You began, frowning when you saw Tsireya do the same. The smile on her face long gone.

“But you could come! Come on, it’ll be fun.” You tried cheering her up, holding her hands.

Tsireya puts on a fake smile, although on the inside she felt like her heart was being squeezed out. She missed hanging out with you and you only. No one else. But it seems like she was the only one with that feeling.

With a fake smile on her face, she shakes her head, slowly pulling away from your grasp.

“That reminds me, mother just asked for me earlier, I should go check on her… but you guys have fun!”

And the worst part is, you didn’t even question her.

You nodded in understanding, a genuine smile on your face that Tsireya just wanted to erase right now.

“Ahh, okay then, but tell your mother I said hi—"

You got cut off by Tuk calling out for you again. You laugh and look at Tsireya.

“We’ve got to go, but I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.” You said goodbye with a quick kiss to her cheek, smiling at her before you were turning around and catching up with them.

Tsireya stood there, watching your retreating form, her lip almost quivering as she hid her true emotion.

Now a few days had passed and it seemed like you had completely forgotten about her at all.

If you didn’t miss her, then why should she?

Then Tsireya had come up with a plan, even if this plan hurt, it would slowly but surely have you coming back to her in no time.

Going back to you, you had hung out with the Sully’s more often, trying to teach them other stuff that wasn’t taught by Rotxo or Aonung before.

However, there was a point in time when you had begun to wonder where was Tsireya.

You had begun to also miss her presence, you did your tasks daily, but this time the only difference was- there was no Tsireya in sight to talk to you, or even just to keep you company.

You tried to look everywhere you can when you had your free time, but it looks like she doesn’t want to be found.

Then the amount of longing you have to see your mate only surfaced further as you asked around the people, but they would only give vague answers.

“I’m pretty sure she was just right there”

“I saw her walking not to long ago over there”

“She just passed by, haven’t you seen?”

Then a desolate feeling began to settle in your veins. Where could she be? Was she ignoring you?

With those questions planted in your head, you slowly lessened the time you’ve spent hanging out with the Sully’s and had spent more time on finding Tsireya, it was unusual.

Usually, she’d just be right by your side, clinging onto your arm and rambling on about your day.

Now you were just walking alone, hoping to be given a sign on where your significant other could be.

Of course, the Sully’s had also began to get curious as to why you were going around looking like a lost viperwolf pup, but they had understood once you had explained why.

“Ooh, that sucks.” Lo’ak said, earning him a smack on the arm from Kiri. Neteyam shakes his head at Lo’ak’s comment.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N), I hope you can make it up with Tsireya.” Kiri said, offering a sympathetic smile.

“If you need some backup, we’re glad to help.” Neteyam said.

“Don’t worry guys, I can handle this.” You smiled at them.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you had spotted a similar figure of a certain Metkayina round the corner, holding a basket.

Wasting no time, your walk had turn into a jog in order to catch up to the figure.

“Reya!” You called out, you watch as the Metkayina pause in their steps, spotting their ears flicking to the sound of your voice, before they walked again, this time turning into a speed walk.

You huff, relieved at the same time not so as she ignored you.

“Tsireya, hey, wait up!” You then caught up to her, placing your hand on her shoulder to halt her movements.

You waited for her to turn around, and she did.

What you expected was for her to greet you with an amicable expression, however, it was the complete opposite.

Her face had been scrunched, a frown much evident on her mouth as her eyebrows were almost stuck together as she looked at you with a hint of sadness and angry frustration.

You doubled back, having unseen this expression on her face for a while. You gave a light squeeze on her shoulder.

“Reya… what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Did someone hurt you?”

Tsireya could almost feel an exasperated laugh leave from her lips, but she had prevented it.

She shrugged off your touch even if she didn’t want to.

“You’ve… I’ve been trying to find you for days… even weeks now, Reya, what’s wrong?”

“Really? Now you come to me when you have been doing the exact same thing, (Y/N). I can’t believe you, why don’t you go back to the Sully’s.” Tsireya snapped. As much as she’d like to stay and finally talk things through, she found herself walking away, with tears building up in her eyes that she was quick to wipe with her free hand.

She hadn’t expected her plan to backfire on her emotions.

You felt a sting in your heart once you’ve realized what you’ve done.

You completely blasted her off without thinking, ignoring her just to spend time with your friends.

Fuck.

Frowning, your ears picked up a sob coming from her retreating form, making the feeling of guilt hook into your heart even deeper.

By the time you’ve realized what you were doing, you were grabbing her hand and making her face you.

“I’m sorry, Tsireya. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner- Please, let me make it up to you, okay?”

You spoke, the basket being discarded on the floor as you held both her hands now.

Tsireya was relieved you had acknowledged your mistake and promised to do better, that was enough, but she was still observant.

“You promise? I don’t want you leaving me hanging again… you have to know that hurts.”

You squeezed her hands, nodding, understanding that you have caused her pain and she was just letting you feel the same thing she did. You cannot blame her.

“I promise, Reya, all right? I won’t ditch you again, promise. I’m sorry for hurting you.” You spoke softly.

The edges of Tsireya’s mouth turned upwards into a small smile, making your heart warm at the sight as she slowly nods. “I trust you.”

“Come here.” You said, raising your hand to cup her cheek, pulling her close and nuzzling your nose against hers and leaving a peck on her lips. She then suddenly turns a shade darker, flustered. Her frustration obliterated by your simple affection.

Seeing Tsireya with an even wider smile on her face makes you mirror her expression, then your eyes had caught on the thrown basket on the ground.

“Oh shit, sorry.” You spoke, bending down to grab the basket sheepishly.

Tsireya eyed you while you held the basket, and she already knew how you were going to pay her back.

Her genuine smile turned into a teasing one as she tilts her head. “I guess I’ve found my helper for today…”

You looked up at her, a dumbfounded smile on your face as you let out a small ‘huh?’

Tsireya makes a quick glance to you and the basket in hand, leading you to connect the dots.

You laugh, holding the basket high and standing straight, causing Tsireya to laugh that sounded heavenly in your ears, perking up.

“In that case; where to, ma’am?”

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lykaios2 · 1 year ago

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By Your Side Always

random yandere(?) raph x reader?? my brain materialized motivation out of nowhere and I simply acted upon it

note: I do not endorse yandere activity

my first instinct was to write this with a bad ending but I couldn't figure one out immediately but lmk if I should

cw: light yandere actions, very light lying/emotional manipulation (woah crazy)

word count: 921

Raph had been acting weird lately. Before, he always seemed like such a kind and caring individual. Now, he seemed a little…too caring? One thing that made you love him was his ability to let people be individuals. But ever since you gave in and confessed your feelings to him, he seemed to treat you as the most precious thing in the world. He felt the overwhelming need to protect you from anything that could harm you.

“Raph, I’m heading back to my apartment. Love you.”

“Oh, already? Let me walk you back.”

“It’s not that far, silly. And you probably have other things to do, anyway.”

“What responsibilities could I have that are more important than making sure you’re always safe?”

“Oh, probably a lot of things.”

“You dare speak about yourself like that?! Raph won’t stand for this. I’m coming with you and that’s final.”

At first, it was just little things that didn’t seem that out of the ordinary. You always knew that as the eldest of four, Raph would have a tendency to be a little overprotective at times. But it started to become worse over time. At first, it wasn’t so bad, just a little over the top.

“Who could be knocking at my door at this hour?…Raph?”

“Hi, love. I hope you don’t mind me staying over tonight. There’s been a lot of crime happening recently and I just want to be here to protect you if anything happens.”

“Oh, sure, I don’t mind. Are you sure this isn’t a bit much though?”

“Nothing’s more important than protecting my baby.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet. Come on, I was just about to lay down.”

However, it started to become concerning with how much he cared about protecting you.

“Come on, pick up please…oh, hello love! What are you doing right now?”

“Just going down to the grocery store to pick up a few things.”

“Which one?”

“The one down the road, you know. We’ve been there before.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“That area is full of weird people, I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Raph, what in the world are you talking about? I’ve been there a million times. I literally know almost all of the store owners on that street.”

“Well, you never know. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”

“Wait, Raph- oh, he hung up. Whatever, I guess it’ll be nice to have his company.”

It was starting to get really problematic. It was almost like he was constantly paranoid. An hour never went by where he hadn’t texted you, asking where you were or what you were doing. He was almost always at your side. It was starting to get a little tiring, but the last string was when he almost stopped you from hanging out with his own brothers.

“Hey y/n, wanna come to the skatepark with us?”

“You should totally come! It’ll be so much fun!”

“Oh yeah, for sure! Let me go-”

“Actually, I think y/n is going to stay here this time.”

“Uh…you sure?”

“Yeah Raph, I kinda wanted to go-”

“Don’t you remember? We have things we need to do.”

“Uhm…no? What did we have to do?”

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

“Okay? Wait here guys, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, now what do we have to do?”

“Well…nothing really. I just…didn’t want you to go out with them.”

“Woah, what?! Why not?!”

“They can tend to be a bit…reckless. And skating isn’t the safest activity. Trust me, I’ve seen how bad it can get with those two.”

“Well sure, you’re not wrong, but they’re your brothers. Don’t you trust them at all?”

“Yeah, I guess…but I’m the one responsible for you. If anything happens to you, I’ll blame myself.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t think like that. If I go, I’ll promise to be super duper careful. And I’ll tell the others to be careful as well.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm.”

“…Okay then. Just please please please be careful, okay?”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

It was becoming too much of a problem now. If he couldn’t even trust his own brothers because of you, then it was up to you to fix it. It was time to confront him about it.

“Hey, Raph? Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course, my love, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, it’s just…I think you’ve been too worried about me too much.”

“Too…much? What do you mean?”

“You’re just always making sure I’m okay, which is fine, but I think you’ve been focusing too much on me.”

“Oh…”

“I think you need to take a little break. I can do fine on my own, okay? Nothing bad has happened to me since we’ve been together.”

“Only because Raph has been protecting you! You need me! And…Raph needs you. You’re my love. Raph will take care of you, always. Just please stay with me.”

“Raph…”

“I’ll do anything to make you happy! Anything you want! Just tell me!”

“I want you to leave me alone. Just for a little bit, please. And after that, you need to stop being so obsessed with me.”

“…”

“It hurts me to see you like this. It will really make me happy if you can do that for me. Pretty please?”

“…”

“Raph?”

“…Okay. Just for you. But I hope you know that I won’t stop worrying about you.”

“Oh, I suppose I can work with that.”

#raph x reader #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #raph rottmnt #lykaios writes

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justmochi · 1 year ago

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to love another person

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.3k

synopsis :: wonwoo decides to put his and mira’s relationship on hold indefinitely

time :: 2019

warnings :: angst. mira experiences her first heartbreak

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @alixnsuperstxr @hybesunstone

a/n :: theres a happy ending to all of this I PROMISE YOUUU

“Mira, I’ve been thinking.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck as she perked up. She was always interested in what he had to say. Her attention never festered.

She hummed with a smile as he was unable to look her in the face. When he was quiet for a little too long, like he was collecting his words, her smile faded. She placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles against his hoodie. “What is it?”

“Everything’s getting crazy around me. And I’m about to leave for months, I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you here on your own.”

She chuckled, not getting what he was hinting at. “So do you want me to come along with you?” She felt gullible even making a joke like that because it was bizarre. The mood turned sour. “I’m sorry.”

“I think we should put the brakes on our relationship for a while..” He turned to her, still looking towards the ground to save himself the pain of seeing her disappointed face.

“Put the brakes? Why-what do you mean?”” Her eyes widened, almost removing her touch.

“I feel terrible even now because it’s been weeks since we’ve hung out like this.” He frowned, grabbing her free hand. “You deserve better. Someone who can dedicate all their time to you.”

Wonwoo admired her tiny hands in his, feeling guilty as he noticed her palms getting sweaty. “It’s not you, I promise. I don’t even know if it’s me. I just know that you deserve more than what I can give.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Her voice broke him. She was crying.

Wonwoo had never seen her cry before. And the stab was unbearable to know he was the reason behind it. He almost took a step back, afraid being that close to her would hurt her even more.

“If it’s the distance, then it’s okay. I’ll just deal with it.”

He grabs her shoulders, pulling her into a hug and holding her tight. She sobbed quietly into his hoodie, realizing she wouldn’t be able to find comfort in his scent anymore like the way she had been.

She’d rather have him to herself, at least then she would be able to call him hers regardless of the distance between them. She wanted him. Even if they were worlds apart and they fell out of touch, he would still be Mira’s.

“Please don’t cry.” He patted her hair down, kissing her temple as she was limp in his arms. She couldn’t hold him back due to her state of shock. “I'm always gonna be here for you. As your friend. I just can’t be the boyfriend that you deserve right now.”

She shook her head, letting the tears soak into his clothing. “Can’t I do anything? Can I convince you or talk you out of this? I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend because I’m not good at this stuff but-“

He distanced himself from her, caressing her cheek before kissing her on the lips. It hurt. As she kept talking, it made him feel terrible. The worse had yet to come but he was already doing so much damage.

He tasted the saltiness of her tears, furrowing his eyebrows to keep himself from breaking down too. When they finally pulled away, she couldn’t look him in the eye. She hoped there was anything she could say to hopefully change his mind. She wanted to keep fighting but he was set on his decision.

“Hey, maybe we can look back on this in a few months and smile. But you and I both know this is a bad time. You’re busy, I’m busy.”

“But I just want you.” She cried, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie into her hand. “I haven’t felt safe with anyone but you. I feel comfortable with you.”

“You have no idea how hard this is,” He whispered under his breath, voice breaking little by little. “I don’t wanna do this.”

“Then don’t. Please?” She begged, holding his face in her hands as the tears trickled down her cheeks.

He bit his tongue, frowning when pressing his forehead against hers. “I can hardly take care of myself right now. How am I supposed to take care of you? You deserve all of me, but not when my mind is somewhere else.”

“But I love you…” She hesitated, only realizing this was the first time she told him she loved him after the words came out. He finally let the tears fall down his face, shoulders trembling as he tried to pull himself together.

“I do, I love you too. But because I love and respect you so much, I have to do this.” He pulled her in tighter, afraid he might cave and take back everything he said. “Let me work on loving myself first before I can give you all of me.”

As time passed, he was putting it into perspective for her more and more. She was putting her selfish emotions aside and actually seeing the situation for what it was. She also wondered if she loved herself enough to devote herself to another person.

She pulled away from him, nodding her head as she wiped her face with her sleeve. She tried her hardest to breathe in through her nostrils, finding it difficult due to all her crying. “Can you take me home?”

He wanted to comfort her by giving her a rub on her arm but he held himself back. “Yeah, of course.” He stuffed his hands into his hoodie, the two walking side by side, almost like strangers.

The car ride back to Mira’s dorm was awfully quiet. Her body naturally turned away from him, looking out the window at the street lights. So many thoughts were running through her mind, way too many that she had no idea what to do with. She tried to keep in mind what he said, but why was drawing every conclusion to herself?

She couldn’t get herself to speak up as much as she wanted to. And by the time she worked up the courage to talk to him, they were already parked in front of her dorms. She unbuckled herself like she was a zombie, pushing the door open as he did the same. He walked over to her side, hesitantly reaching for her hand. He always did this when dropped her off.

She held onto his hand with trembling fingers as he took small steps towards the building. Anything to extend their time together.

As they got to the entrance, Mira sighed heavily as she stopped to turn to him. “Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?” He pursed his lips, gently stroking her cheek with one of his hands. He was always afraid to touch her, especially right now.

“You’ll still be my friend, right?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug. As she wrapped her arms around him, it was only now setting in that this would be the last time they’d be together like this.

“Then let’s both begin to love ourselves for the time being. So that maybe in the future, we can love each other better than we can right now with no uncertainties.”

She looked up at him, forcing a smile as tears pooled up once again. He brushed her hair behind her ears, leaning down to give her one last kiss on the lips.

It was hard to say goodbye to each other, wanting to stay under the streetlights for longer just to avoid the inevitable pain the breakup was going to bring both of them.

The woman entered the dorms, her head hanging low as she made her way through to her room.

“How was the date?” Yoohyeon watched Mira walk right past her where she was sitting on the couch. She was puzzled and unsure if she spoke loud enough.

She paused the series she was watching on the tv, making her way down the hall and knocking on Mira’s door before opening it. “How was your date?”

Yoohyeon’s bubbly and curious expression soon faded when seeing Mira sitting on the edge of her bed holding back a sob. She watched her shoulders shake with each breath she took. “Mira?”

#ficnetfairy #justmochi: mira #mira.love #minwoo #dreamcatcher 8th member #dreamcatcher oc #8th member of dreamcatcher #fake dreamcatcher member #fake dreamcatcher oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #oc!kpop #oc!idol #oc!soloist

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A/N: Happy all-in day everyone! These two fools have now been together for nine years. Set December 2024.

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We Just Get Better Every Year

“Oh, that sushi was amazing,” Kensi sighed, flipping back on the hotel bed with a happy sound. The mattress dipped, and a second later, Deeks pressed against her left side.

“Worth traveling three hours and a weekend away from home?” he asked, settling his hand on her opposite hip.

“Definitely.”

Her response was so swift, Deeks chuckled. Some things never changed. Thankfully.

Turning onto her side so they faced each other, Kensi shifted closer, her lips brushing his. “Thank you for planning all this,” she murmured. “It’s the best anniversary celebration I could ask for.”

“It wouldn’t have been possible without Rosa agreeing to take care of the twins for us,” he pointed out.

“She’s amazing,” Kensi agreed. “Not just because of that.”

“Nope. We’re lucky to be her parents. Even if she has picked up your messiness and eats all the M&Ms out of the trail mix.” Kensi huffed at his comment, but didn’t protest. “Speaking of, we should probably give Rosa a call before it gets too late.”

“Mm, that’s a good idea.” While he grabbed his phone and dialed, Kensi pushed herself up on her forearms.

“Dad, is everything ok. I didn’t expect to hear from you,” Rosa answered after three rings.

“Hey, yeah, no, nothing’s wrong. We’re just checking in to see how you guys are,” Deeks said. Kensi leaned on his shoulder, close enough that she could hear Rosa over the speaker.

“We’re doing fine,” Rosa answered, a smile in her voice. “Caleb and Sophia just finished eating, they’re playing with that ball popper thing, and then I’m getting them ready for bed.”

“We have complete faith in you,” Kensi assured her. “Since this is the first time we’ve been away overnight, we just want to make sure nothing unexpected happened.”

“Like Arkady hiding out from the inevitable FBI raid.”

“Deeks.” Kensi shook her head at him, laughing in amused exasperation.

“I’m glad it’s going well. And thank you again for offering to hold down the fort, so to speak,” Deeks told her. As expected, Rosa brushed his thanks off.

“Guys, I told you I want to do this. I love spending time with Sophia and Caleb. Now, stop wasting your time talking to me.”

“I think we’ve been dismissed,” Kensi joked. Have a good night, kiddo. And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.

“Yes, Mom. See you on Monday.”

Deeks hung up, setting his phone back to the side. When he laid back down, Kensi curled up against him once more, wriggling one of her legs between his.

“Crazy to think we’ve been doing this for ten years,” Deeks said into the quiet. Kensi nodded against his shoulder, her breath wafting over his neck.

“A lot has changed since then.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. We’re married, I’m a lawyer again, your training new agents, and we’ve got three kids.”

Kensi was silent for a few moments; her fingers idly traveling from his to his chest and back again.

“Do you think it’s a change for the better?” she asked eventually. Deeks leaned back enough to see her face.

“A thousand percent,” he said immediately. “I mean, we were pretty great then, but 2014 Kensi and Deeks have nothing on current Kensi and Deeks. Now we have a family, I think we’re happier than we were then…it’s everything I ever wanted.” He nudged Kensi gently. “What about you?”

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted too,” she said, propping herself up on his chest. “Even if I didn’t realize it when I suggested we be brave.” She dipped her head, kissing him.

It quickly increased past the peck Deeks expected, Kensi’s fingers moving down his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“Mm, I thought you wanted to nap after dinner,” he reminded her, even as he slipped his fingertips under the waistband of her pants.

“I got my second wind.” Kensi nipped at his neck. “And I’m not wasting a minute of our time without interruption.”

“Happy anniversary,” Deeks muttered before Kensi pulled his mouth back to hers.

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A/N: I debated whether or not to have Rosa call Kensi and Deeks’ something other than their names. I figure she might decide to call them mom and dad a couple years after being part of the family.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 15 #ncis la fanfiction #densi #all in day #fluff and romance #marty deeks #kensi blye #ncis la #by ejzah

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1-sasha-stuff-1 · 1 year ago

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Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 7: First Impressions

A/n - Here's another chapter for you all!

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h/s = hair style

h/c = hair color

f/s = favorite snack

t/n = teacher's name

e/c = eye color

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4 Days later - April 5th

Time: 7:00 am

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Putting my hair in a h/s, I check myself over in the full-length mirror in my room. I’m wearing the middle school uniform that they’ve provided me with, the black skirt, blazer, white shirt underneath, and a nice tie. Honestly, I don’t look too bad.

“Y/n! It’s almost time to go!”

“Coming mom!”

Grabbing my backpack on the way out of my room, I close my door and head downstairs where the fresh scent of pancakes fully awakens me. Upon reaching the main floor, I go into the kitchen and sit down, putting my backpack down beside my seat as I dig into the pancakes and drink my glass of milk.

After the dinner at the Midoriya’s and heading home, the next few days were spent organizing and putting things in its place here at home. My parents would mostly move in all the big stuff and head off to work while I would be in charge of just placing it where mom told me where it would look best. We pretty much finished placing everything yesterday, so it was nice to finally have a ‘complete’ house now.

The last few days were also pretty fun, Izuku and I would text or call over the phone for a few hours and we hung out for a while as well. Of course, I never forgot about Shinsou, we talked over the phone as well and I eventually told him about Izuku and he seemed chill about it because I was finally “spreading my wings' ', he isn't wrong about that though. Joking or not, I was actually practicing more in the aspect of trying to fly with my hornet wings, but I guess I’m not used to them yet, mostly, I end up in bushes when trying them out.

“It’s 7: 30, we should get going before you're late on your first day Y/n.” my mother said as she started to put her shoes on at the door, grabbing her car keys, she adds.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Getting up, I put my dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wash my hands. I then go and grab my bag and start to put on my shoes. Hearing a honk from a car outside, I grab my phone and headphones and shove them in my bag as I rush out the door and enter my mom’s car.

“What took you so long? I have a meeting in a few minutes, and I can’t be late y/n, you know this.”

“I know, sorry mom. I’ll be faster next time.”

The car ride was silent the whole way to the school, neither of us saying anything.

As we got to the front of the building, Emica unlocked the door, and I opened the door and hopped out of the passenger seat.

“Love you mom!”

“Love you too, now, neither your father nor I will be here to pick you up at the end of the day, we’ll most likely be in Tokyo. I placed some money in your back account if you want to take the train or for food, okay?”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

Right after closing the door, the car went speeding off away from the young teen. She turned around and whispered to herself as she started to walk towards the front door of the building.

“Well, back to hell it is then….”

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Time - 7:40 am

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“-and this is where we usually eat lunch! O-or anywhere really.”

Izuku and I were standing at the entrance of the lunchroom which is also called the common room during the mornings before classes start (they start at 8). We’ve spent the last few minutes with him showing me around the school and where all my classes will be, and he also has the same classes as me so that’s a plus.

“S-so yea! Those are all your classes, and we can walk together if y-you want! Idon’twantyoutofeelpressuredintothinkingyouhavetowalkwithmeeverydayand-”

“H-hey, Izuku! It’s totally fine, we can walk to class together. Hey, do you want to walk with me after school as well? My parents are going to be at a meeting, and they won’t be able to pick me up.”

“U-uh? Oh! Yea, we can walk together!”

“Okay cool, hey, how about after school you can ask your mom we can hang out and go to the mall or something? We can go and-”

Before finishing my sentence, something just shoves me out of the way and I stumble and trip on my own feet, resulting in falling onto the ground.

“At least I wore leggings, thank go..”

“Oi, move out the way you damn extra! Can’t you see I’m walking here?!”

“Well, who do you think you are huh?” Looking up, I see the one and only Bakugo. Why am I not surprised? Obviously, we’d be in the same school. He seemed to finally recognize who I was based on the pissed off expression on his face.

“You…...”

Midoriya, not wanting his new friend (and his only one at the moment) to get hurt, tried to speak up but as usual, he was shut down.

“Y-y/n, I don’t think-”

“Shut it you damn nerd! And you!”, pointing at the h/c girl,

“You're the damn extra that took my food! Don’t think that you beat me!”

The girl, as per usual, didn’t keep quiet as she talked back at the loud-mouth boy.

“Me? Beat you? No, I didn’t beat you, I practically demolished you in that store. Anything for that bag of f/s I guess.”, while looking proud of herself, the boy in front of her was practically fuming with rage and embarrassment as his ‘friends’ were ‘oohing’.

“Na man, you let a girl beat you?”

“Damn, Bakugo my man, what happened?”

“Shut up! She didn’t beat me damn it!” the blond boy yelled out as the girl stood up. Shortly after standing up, the bell rang indicating the first bell to head to your homeroom.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around! Let's head to homeroom Izuku, we won’t want to be late now, would we?” grabbing hold of Izuku’s forearm, the two of you book it before Bakugo could lose his cool.

As the two of you speed-walk at first and then walk normally, knowing that Bakugo was long behind, you pay no attention to the two of you, you don’t realize the look on Izuku’s face as you're still holding onto his forearm.

To say that the boy was embarrassed was an understatement, he was about to explode at this point, his mind was spiraling through a rabbit hole of emotions and thoughts.

“She’s holding onto my arm, she’s holding onto my arm, she’sholdingontomyarm-”

“Hey Izuku, you cool?”

His mind stopped as he got pulled away from his thoughts and faced the girl who gave him a questioning look on her face.

“Why, am I-?”

“Y-yea, I’m okay, haha. Just worried that Kachan might have gotten too aggressive with you though...”

“Well, Kachan can go to hell for all I care.”

“Y-y/n! Don’t say that! What if he heard you! A-and Kachan is just a nickname I gave him, you know, since we were friends when we were younger.” the boy exclaimed as he looked in all directions to see if the hot-head was anywhere nearby.

Like the actress you are, you put on a dumbfounded expression and look at Izuku. Even though you know who ‘Kachan’ is, he doesn't know that and would probably seem weirded out if you already knew his name.

“Well, if Kachan is his nickname, what’s his real name?”

“Oh, his name is Bakugo Katsuki.”

Both of you finally enter a classroom full of students already in their seats as the teacher looks over at the two of you in the doorway.

“Midoriya! You're already late on the first day, do you want to get detention already? Get in your seat.”

The said boy nods and quickly sits himself at one of the desks on the far side of the classroom as some of the students look at him with disgust and others whisper as he passes by. The teacher, otherwise known as Mr. t/n looks over at you and smiles.

“Ah! You must be the new student! Come up to the front and introduce yourself!”

Shuffling and moving yourself to face the front of the class, you stare at them as they stare back and all of a sudden, your anxiety spikes up.

“Why are they looking at me like that? Is my hair weird? Wait, I’m wearing the wrong uniform?! Oh, no I’m not, the other girls are wearing the same one as me…”

Blinking out of your thoughts, you take a small deep breath to calm yourself down and speak with the non-existent confidence you had.

“Hi, my name is L/n Y/n, um, yea that’s my name.”

T/n smiled and looked at the rest of the class.

“Alright thank you L/n! Now does anyone have any questions?”

One of the students from the front row raised her hand and was called upon.

“Why do you sound weird? When you like speaking and all.”

“Great, new achievement unlocked; being afraid to speak because of the accent.”

Smiling, I respond, “Well, I kind of was exposed to English speakers more when at a young age so I have that so called ‘weird’ American accent.”

Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, I did end up watching more SpongeBob in English than in Japanese when I was younger.

A few more students asked some other questions and now about 5 minutes have passed, and I want to sit down already. The teacher must have seemed to notice because he stood up and put his hands together.

“Alright students, just one more question and we’ll have to get started with homeroom! Um, yes you!”

The student that was picked was one of Bakugo’s friends on the way back.

“Yea, so like, what’s your quirk?”

“My quirk? Well, my quirk is called Hornet. It’s pretty much what a regular hornet has, I have wings that I can store in my back and pull them out if I need to, I can also make stingers come out of my knuckles.”

To demonstrate, I hold up my right hand up to them and close my hand into a fist, causing jet black spikes to appear from where my knuckles were, after a few seconds, I unclench my fist and they disappear. I chose to hold onto the information on being able to create some poison within each stinger, I chose not to, the reason, I wasn't really sure why yet.

“I can also shrink myself and grow in height, but I’m still trying to get the hang of it.”

The class begins to talk amongst themselves while some of the students praise my quirk and tell me how ‘cool’ I am while others, not liking the idea that I was so called ‘better’ then them.

“Wow! That must be an awesome quirk to have!”

“Totally would love to have that power!”

“Huh, imagine being an insect...”

“I know right? Like, I could never!”

T/n then cleared his throat, and the class went silent after a few seconds.

“Alright! Let's get started with homeroom alright. Oh! Y/n, where should I place you? Uhhhhh, there! Right next to Bakugo. Bakugo, could you raise your hand?”

With an irritated expression, he raises his hand, and you see that there’s in fact, an empty seat to his left.

Forcing to move your legs, you walk towards the seat as you pass Izuku who gives you an apologetic smile. Arriving at the desk, you sit in it and cross your arms over your chest. You're about to say something until you hear the teacher say some words that killed you from the inside out.

“Now, these seats will be your assigned seats for the rest of the year!”

Glancing over at Bakugo who was now to the right of you, looked back at you with a smirk.

“I’m goanna make your life a living hell.”

Putting on a fake smile, you say back sarcastically.

“Well, isn't this going to be bloody lovely?”

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The last bell had just rung, and everyone was leaving the building as you stood in the now empty classroom, waiting for Midoriya to gather his things so you both could leave.

“So did you mom say yes?”

“Yea she did, I just have to be home before it gets too dark.”

“Oh okay, I’ll text my mom that I’ll be home later as well.”

Pulling out your phone, you text your mom that you’ll be hanging out with Midoriya for a while, after having sent the message she read it and well, just left you to read.

“Ain't no way she left me on read.”

Deciding to deal with it later, you put the phone back into your skirt pocket (thank God they have pockets) and grab your bag from the floor as Midoriya already has his on his back.

The two friends make their way down the hall and out of the building, lucky enough, didn’t cross paths with a certain blond boy with anger issues.

“Okay Y/n, where are we going?”

“We can go to the mall if you want, or anywhere you want to go, I don’t mind.”

“O-Okay, we can head over to the mall.”

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Time skip - at the mall (because the author is lazy -_-)

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Looking around, the green haired boy and the h/c girl see multiple stores and people all around them. The girl looked at the boy with her e/c and begins to question him.

“So, do you want to go to a specific store or just walk around and let it roll from there?”

“We can just walk around if you want, or do you have a specific store you want to go to?” Midoriya asked as they just stood at the entrance of the mall, waiting for the girl to respond.

“Well, I think I might get some weights from that one workout store, do you mind?”

“N-no of course not! Anywhere is fine y/n!”

“As long as we’re together.”

The girl nods and they both begin to walk into the mall.

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Time skip - 30 minutes later

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After buying some weights from the workout store, they both just began to just talk and walk through different stores that caught their interest, one of the stores being an all-superhero themed store where there’s a bunch of merch of different types of heroes from not only Japan but other countries as well.

We entered the store and Midoriya’s inner fanboy came out as he started to look at everything and anything about heroes as if he was a child in a candy store.

“I can’t believe they have this much stuff! Oh look! It’s an Edgeshot figure, oh and a documentary on Mirko!”

He held the book and action figure in his hands as he started to talk about the different heroes and all. Setting down the book and figure in their places on the shelf, Midoriya practically drags Y/n throughout the entire store until they enter an entire aisle dedicated to All Might themed stuff.

We spent the next 30 minutes in that store as Midoriya kept looking at one specific product, an All Might themed hoodie next to other hero hoodies. Finally, we left the store after a while and headed towards the food court near it.

As I sat down back at our table, waiting for our order of food, I looked towards Izuku in front of me and I got a bright idea. Standing right back up, he looks at me from his phone.

“Y/n, where are you going?”

“Don’t worry Izuku, I’ll be right back in a flash!", running off and leaving the confused green-haired boy at the table, I head towards the Hero-themed store and go towards that one aisle were the All Might hoodie was.

I snatched the hoodie right off the rack, checking to make sure it’s about his size, I made my way back to the front of the store to pay for it until another hoodie from a hero I liked was my all-time favorite hero next to All Might. Ginning, I also snatched the hoodie off its rack, finding it was just my size and finally began to make my way back to the cashier to pay the hoodies off.

“Thank you young lady and have a good day!”

“Thank you! Have a good day too!”

Leaving the store and making your way back to where Midoriya was probably waiting, you look down at the shopping bags with a smile, hoping that he would like the gift you got him.

Turning the corner and walking into the food court, you look around to find Izuku grabbing the food and sit back down at the table looking around until he catches your eyes, and you smile and walk over towards him.

“Hey Y/n, where were you?”

Sitting down and giving him one of the shopping bags and smiling as he takes it in his hands with a confused face.

“I got something for you!”

“Y-y/n, you shouldn’t have gotten me anything-”

“Nonsense Izuku, just open it, you’ll love it for sure! Well, hopefully you will…”

The boy gulps and smiles at you with his face turning slightly red as he grips onto the shopping bag.

“I’ll like anything you g-get me y-y/n.”

“Aww, thanks Izuku! Know, open it!" smiling, you see him go through the bag and his small smile turns into a bigger one when he pulls out the All Might themed hoodie from the bag with stars in his eyes.

“Oh my god it’s the All Might hoodie I saw at that one store!”

He starts to go on (again) about All Might until he abruptly stops and looks at me. Confusion swept onto my face as I looked back at him.

“Izuku, are you okay? If you don’t like it, I can return it for a different one or-”

“N-no it’s not that y/n, it’s just, you didn’t have to get it for me you know…wait, let me pay you back!”

“No, you're not going to pay me back Izuku, it was a gift.”

“But-”

“Hey, I said keep it, okay? It was my own choice to get it for you so keep it.”, smiling, your smile practically blinded him as he stared at the girl for a few seconds and smiled back, in his mind, he mentally noted how he could repay you back for your kindness one day.

“I’ll repay you back y/n, one day I will.”

“Thanks Y/n,”

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Time - 6:45 pm

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Walking next to each other, Izuku and Y/n walk down the streets, and the leaves on the trees move with a gentle breeze. As the two walked, the sun had already begun to set despite it being around 7 in the evening, the sky was filled with hues of orange, purple, and pink. The sun was like an orb set on fire and as you both walked past the beach filled with trash, that would soon be one without, so as long Izuku stays on this path of becoming a hero and nothing interferes, including yourself.

“We should really do this again Izuku.”

“Y-yea! We should do this again.”

The boy doesn't know it yet but, the feelings he’s been feeling for the girl ever since he saw her e/c eyes, it wasn't admiration now at this point, but something more. But alas, he was still young and new to the feelings, so he pushed them away for the time being. But sooner or later, he’ll come to realize these feelings for the girl.

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Arriving at his apartment complex a few minutes ago, you both now stand in front of his apartment door as you were the one to walk him home.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you then, need your beauty sleep for school tomorrow, right?”

“Yea, you do to Y/n…”, Midoriya said as he opened his apartment door and stepped inside. About to close the door, he looks at the girl who is now walking away from him, without thinking, he speaks his mind.

“Thank you, Y/n.,”

The girl stopped in her tracks and turned around and looked back at him, confusion on her face this time.

“Thank you? Oh! For the hoodie, right? I told you Izuku, it’s totally-”

“N-no, not for the hoodie…”

“Uh? For what then?”

Midoriya shuffled in place and looked down at his feet, then he looked back up, eyes bright, he stared back at those beautiful e/c eyes full of life.

“Thank you for being with me, for being my friend Y/n. That’s why I’m thanking you.”

Y/n stares right back at him, she then smiles back at him, possibly brighter than the sunset right now.

“It’s no problem Izuku, I’m glad you're my friend as well.”

They stayed like that for a while, staring at each other until Midoriya shook out of his thoughts and focused on you once more.

“T-Text me when you get home, I want to make sure you got home safe.”

“Sure will Izuku, I’ll see you at school tomorrow!”

“Right, bye Y/n!”

“See ya Izuku!”

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Closing the door behind him, he takes a deep breath, face red as he takes his shoes off and places them on the shoe mat next to the door. He looks at the shopping bag and smiles as he takes the bag and goes into the living room, taking out the hoodie from his shopping bag, he looks at it and continues to smile.

“Where did you get that Izuku?”

Jumping slightly, he turns around to find his mom looking over his shoulder and at the hoodie. He clutches the hoodie close to him and stutters.

“Y-Y/n got it for me when we were out at the mall…. she also got one too….”

He started to hear sniffling and turned back at his mom, seeing that her eyes were filled with tears.

“M-mom? Are you okay?”

She ripped the ‘tears’ away from her face as she closed her eyes.

“My baby boy is already growing up!”

After that was said, he looks at the poor boy and smiles brightly like she wasn't just crying earlier.

“So, when were you going to tell me you have a girlfriend already?”

“M-mom!”

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Walking home, you threw away the shopping bag as you slipped on the Eraserhead themed hoodie over your head and onto your body. It wasn't that you didn’t like All Might, but you liked both All Might and Eraserhead, but you already have an All Might themed hoodie back in your closet but not an Eraserhead one.

“All left to get is a Mirko Action figure, Hawks Hoodie and plushie, and an Edgeshot action figure…”

Thinking to yourself and not paying attention to your surroundings, you didn’t notice the fight going on a few alleyways in front of you until you were in front of the alleyway.

Finally, being pulled away from your thoughts, you hear a loud groan from the alleyway.

“Well, curiosity never killed the cat, right?” you whisper to yourself as you enter the alleyway, curiosity getting the best of you.

As you walk into the dark alleyway, you don’t see anything. Deciding to turn back around you do, but soon you hear a loud groan of pain coming from inside a large trash bin.

Stopping in your tracks, you think of your options. To investigate or to not investigate, you chose the latter and walked up to the large trash bin that was closed.

Taking a deep breath, you lift up the lid, but it is a bit too heavy, so you summon your hornet wings to let you float as you open the lid.

Once the lid was open, you sigh, mentally noting to upgrade your workout routine. Before you can go deeper into your own head, a deep, husky voice pulls you out from your thoughts.

“Well, well.... who's this angel I see? A gift from the gods to me?”

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#for you #all might #all for one #bakugo katsuki #fanfic #hitoshi shinsou #dabi #mha x reader #mha #mha fanfiction #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #shigaraki tomura #aizawa shouta #mha x y/n

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inaworldlikethis52 · 2 years ago

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I know I need to respect his time. I felt like I’ve been doing that? I mean yes on all of his days off we’ve been together but that was him also agreeing to the plans.

I felt after a bit like are we spending too much time together. But he never expressed that so I wouldn’t know.

He could communicate his feelings.

Like hey, maybe we should slow it down again. Or just letting you know this isn’t a relationship.

I’m a bit hurt also bc I met him brother and wife and we all hung out. It felt like we were together.

Only for him to be so mean on the phone when I just wanted his opinion.

Maybe he was already stressed and annoyed and I didn’t make it better.

Maybe I should have asked if this was a good time to talk or should I call back later.

Idk what to do now, should I try to call him in a few hours or wait for him to reach out to me?

Will he end things with me? If he does, I hope he does it in person. Well I don’t want him ending things. But if he does the right way to do it is in person.

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refiwrites · 3 years ago

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Who The Hell Are You?

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Dominic had kept all the things he did throughout the years a secret from you, until the one who’s seeking revenge kidnaps you.

Word Count: 2.0K

Warning/s: violence, kidnapping, swearing, knives

Note: oh wow I suck at summaries don't I... nonetheless I never expected it to be this long, enjoy!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“What? No, I’m not, I’m not. Where’d you even get that?” Dom laughs as he held the phone to his ear. “I don’t know what things you’re into nowadays but I know you’re always getting in trouble somehow.” The voice speaks through the phone.

“Ah, tough luck since there’s no sign of trouble here.” Dom tilts his head to the side with a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want a relative of his to get involved in what he’s currently in as of now.

The last thing he wanted was someone to find out about you, his cousin that he treats like a second sister close to Mia.

“I do hope so, hey by the way, how’s Mia?” You ask as you took your time walking to your next class for the day. “And what about me?” Mia suddenly grabs the phone from Dom’s hand, a shocked expression worn on his face as Mia laughed it off.

“Mia! Hey I missed you, how’s it going with the kid?” You enthusiastically ask.

Mia sighs gleefully as Dom smiled, “Oh Jack’s amazing, he’s been getting chatty lately, you should hear him talk on and on.” She laughs.

You sigh. “I really wish I could be there just for a week or two, I can’t even remember when was the last time we saw each other in person!”

Dom and Mia looked at each other, Dom reached his hand out for Mia to give him the phone.

“Me too (Y/N), I promise either we’ll see you soon or you’ll see us soon.” Mia bids goodbye as Dom took the phone, talking to you again.

“Look, here’s the deal, when we have our free time then we’ll go over there and you, you can make us that meal that we really like.” Dom smiles.

“Promise me that and I’ll make millions of those.” You joke as you approached the door, frowning as you realized you have to say goodbye again.

“Alright Dom, I’m about to go ahead and teach, I’ll call you guys later alright?”

“Sure (Y/N), good luck.”

With that, you hung up and opened the door with a smile on your face.

As Dom looked at his phone, he sighed. Its better if you weren’t involved in what they’re doing, he might have made a million excuses up in his mind but he knows that you’ll eventually have to know before anyone started coming for you.

But that scenario seemed to be far enough as he made sure his family background stayed shut from prying eyes.

“What do you think she’ll say when she finds out about all the stuff we’ve done?” Mia asked.

“I just hope not.” Dom shrugged as he straightened himself up.

“Any lead on Shaw?” Dom turned to ask Brian.

“Zero, but we’ll keep looking.” He answered.

You bid goodbye as your students one by one piled out of the classroom. You packed your stuff and cleaned a few thrown papers across the room.

“Children.” You sigh.

You also bid goodbye to your co-teachers as you headed to your car. It was a simple Hyundai Sonata that you worked hard for.

You got in the driver’s seat as you placed your bag in the passenger’s seat. Starting the car, you turned to see what the time was.

4:12pm

Shrugging, you went and drove home.

Singing along to some popular song on the radio, you looked through your rear-view mirror, spotting a white vehicle that’s been on your tail for quite a while now. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel anxious, but you were never one for jumping to conclusions. So you thought maybe it was just a new person trying to navigate their way.

As you pulled up on your driveway, you saw the car finally speeding past your house, going farther away. You breathed in deeply, anxiety ridding itself in you. “That was weird.”

You grabbed your bags and walked inside your house.

After changing into a clean pair of clothes, you decide on cleaning the house for a while before heading on to fix your lesson plans. Cleaning the house and making dinner also took a few hours than expected which tired you out.

It was currently 10:00 in the evening as you sat on your desk, pen in hand as you ran your errands, checking and noting. “I need a break.” You announced to no one but yourself, standing up to head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As you sipped the cold beverage, an unsettling feeling crawled upon your back. There was that feeling again. The feeling that you were being watched. That you were unsafe even in your own home. You hadn’t felt this before so you shrugged, maybe it was just fatigue or you’ve been watching one to many thriller movies.

Then you remembered the white car earlier. You shook your head, placing the glass in the sink. Really, you were going to let a car that was going on the same road as you fill you with fear?

‘I must be going crazy’ You thought as you made your way back onto your desk, you looked up on the clock. It read 10:15pm.

You sigh, wanting to finish the rest of your work tomorrow but deciding against it since you knew it’ll just pile up more in the following days.

But it felt like fate had different plans for you tonight.

You paused as you heard a creak from your desk. It sounded like someone was typing. You sucked in a breath. Maybe its just your thoughts.

Maybe it isn’t.

You swallowed, palms already sweating. ‘What the hell, please don’t let me die today’

Deciding to creep upon the side of the wall which led inside to your office, you shuffled. Leaning your head to the side, you could almost hear yourself audibly gasp.

There, on your desk sat a rather average man, typing away on your computer as if it was his own, who looked to be eyeing some information. It seemed like you were staring far too long as he looked up and immediately came in contact with you.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed in your head as your feet already tried to run away. “Hey!” He spoke in a thick British accent, hearing him stand up as his loud steps tried to reach for you. You turned your back to him, grabbing a kitchen knife to try and protect yourself.

You look at him, he didn’t even dare to cover his face as he stood tall, looking at you. “Aw, that’s cute, d’you want some butterknife as well?”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” You spat.

“Toretto hasn’t done a very good job in keeping his family secret, doesn’t he?” He said.

“Dom? What’s he got to do with this?” You knit your brows together.

He looked surprise. “Oh? You don’t know all the trouble he’s put me up with?”

“Trouble?”

He shakes his head, taking sudden steps towards you. “Doesn’t matter, the only way he’d only show up is if I have one of his, which is you, if you haven’t got that yet-“ He spoke. “Look, I’d like to do this without any mess.”

“Like I’d fucking let you do that.” You hissed.

“Christ, you’re really feisty, you’re like Toretto, refusing to go down without a fight, huh?” He continued talking as he was now near you.

You tried moving away but he was already moving. Veins filling with adrenaline, you lunged at him as he did as well, you tried to injure him, but he was too quick to disarm you and bend your wrist. You let out a loud scream.

“Come on, don’t put up a fight with me now.” He grunted. You decide to put your skills to the test as you swept your feet under him, his back landing with a loud thud on the ground, he wasn’t expecting that from someone like you. You freed your hands from his wrist as you kneeled, throwing a quick but successful punch to his face. Though he was quick to counter as he easily lifted you off the ground and flipping you, now your back was the one on the ground.

“You’re really not making this easier for me.”

“Fuck you!” You scream, deciding to bite his arm which he let out a hiss at.

You struggled free, kicking him square on the chest. Standing up, you tried to ran towards your door. It was only a few feet away but an arm wrapping around your waist prevented you from escaping. “Let me go!” You kicked around but a cloth was forced to your nose and mouth, making you feel dizzy.

The last thing you felt and saw was yourself being thrown over the man’s shoulder and the white car.

You could hear the faint rumbling of the car on the road as you slowly regained consciousness.

“Ah, was just wonderin’ when you’ll wake up.”

Your eyes widened, the first instinct you had was to smack him in the face, but your bound wrists prevented you from doing so. You wiggled your feet to find out they were also cuffed together.

At least he was nice enough to not tape your mouth shut.

“Where are you taking me?” You rasp.

“Won’t be long now, but for the mean time you can tell me how long Dominic plans to keep on hiding from me.”

“From you? What’s Dominic got to do with this?” You ask. He scoffs, giving you a sideways glance before turning his attention back onto the street.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what he’s done.”

What the fuck has Dominic done now?

“I don’t, believe me.” You admit.

“Never looked at the news?” He scoffed again.

You were about to open your mouth when he spoke already.

“You’ve never heard about what they’ve been doing all this time? Your cousin and his ‘crew’s fiasco at the airport almost caused the life of my dear brother.”

You were at loss for words. Had Dominic been lying to you all this time? Surely this guy’s lying, right?

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. Then it came to a halt in front of somewhat an abandoned warehouse.

Then and there you felt the fear seep in you again, what does he want with you and importantly, why does everything seemed to relate to Dom?

“Alright we’re here, though do your best to scream, no one would probably hear ya.” He shrugged, stepping out of the car, slamming the door shut. You looked at him as he made his way over to the passenger side. He opened the door and pulled you out, ushering you into the warehouse.

You expected it to be dark, but when he opened it, you had to squint your eyes from the brightness. “Now, you’ll stay here.” He said, placing you inside of a cell-like room.

“Did you really make a cell here for the people you kidnap?” You annoyingly say. He turns to you, phone in hand and shrugs. “Only when necessary.” Before turning back again.

You look around for a means to escape, glancing at him, he held the phone to his ear. “Ah, Dominic Toretto.”

Your eyes widened. “Dom! Dominic help me!” You shout, making him face you, placing a finger up to his mouth, but then chuckling as he turned on the speaker.

“What the hell did you do?” You heard Dominic ask through the phone. “Dom!” You shout again. Deckard shakes his head and speaks up. “Might I say Dominic, she quite packs a punch, d’you teach her that?”

Dominic continued to speak, even through the phone you could feel his seething anger, but what could he do if he was miles away? And what the hell is everything all about?

“She doesn’t even know a single thing you did, Dominic, I’ll give you that,” He chuckles. “You’re a good liar.”

“Don’t touch her.”

“I’m just here to avenge my brother, Dom, maybe you’re the criminal that shouldn’t touch your own family.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you began to feel dizzy with all the things you were hearing.

“I swear to God—”

“Tough luck, Dominic,” Deckard says, walking closer and stopping in front of you. “come and get her.”

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angelplummie · 3 years ago

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

#haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#hq x y/n #haikyu angst #haikyuu angst #hq angst #hq x reader #angst #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou #bo x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader

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chaseadrian · 3 years ago

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Adrian dating a chubby girl and being crazy for her for the v-day requests, please 🥰

almost guarantee we interpreted "crazy" in different ways, anon. but i hope you like anyway :))

requests open through today!

designated smoking zone

tags: general, established relationship, trip to the hospital, asshole doctor, protective!adrian word count: 900+

It started when you were making a late night dinner, your hand caught under the knife you were using to slice a potato. Although you were pretty sure the cut wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, a hospital visit was still necessary.

Adrian was out as Vigilante, making the world a safer, deader place when you rang him up.

“I’m coming home, right now, I’ll take you.” Adrian’s voice on the phone was muffled, but concerned.

“No, no. It’s not a big slice, I can handle it myself. I appreciate you, though.”

“Seriously? No, I’m coming home to take you.”

“Seriously, Adrian, I will already be gone by the time you get here. Just do your thing, I’ll see you in a couple hours tops.”

“Mm. Okay. You call me the minute you’re out of those doors. I love you so so so much.”

“I love you too. I’ll keep you updated.”

Grabbing your keys and wallet, you left with a dish towel wrapped tight around your bleeding finger.

The doctor, to put it lightly, was a jackass. You were right about not needing stitches, and the man had acted like you completely wasted his time.

The nurse was lovely as she attended to your wound, applying butterfly bandages, which indicated that you were quite literally millimeters away from needing sutures.

The doctor didn’t know well enough to keep his mouth shut while she worked, and instead sat there looking at your medical history chart.

“You know, these injuries are common with patients in your weight range. There’s a lack of control with objects such as knives, power tools, ladders, and other common household items that pose a sense of danger. Do you take walks regularly? I think regular exercise might benefit you in regaining some of that control.”

You stared holes into him, “I was cutting a fucking potato, doctor.”

He raised his hands in defense, “Hey, now, no need to get snippy. I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“I’m gonna need you to get out of the room, please.”

The doctor stood up and handed the nurse the clipboard before realizing she quite literally had her hands full applying the bandages. He set it on the foot of your bed.

“Right, well, the nurse here will get you your discharge papers. You have a lovely rest of your evening, and just, consider what I said.”

He turned and walked out when he realized you wouldn’t be giving him the courtesy of a response. A courtesy he didn’t deserve.

“Ma’am, I am so sorry about his behavior. But, the good news is we’ve got you all situated. Take care not to get these wet, and in about ten days they should be good to come off. You’re gonna want to soak them in an equal solution of water and hydrogen peroxide. I’ll go grab your discharge papers and you should be good to go!”

You were quick to leave as soon as you were able, ringing Adrian as you walked to the car.

“Hey, angelface, how’d it go?

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.”

Retelling the story, Adrian was dead silent on the phone until you were finished and his voice had quieted to a perceptible anger.

“Babe, I did not love that. I’m going to run and grab us dinner before you get home. You want that taco place? I’m gonna get that. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

He hung up before you could respond to tell him that you were only a couple streets away.

You came back to the same empty house you’d left.

Adrian had cleaned up the bloody potato mess in the kitchen, so you sat listening to the noises of the dark. An owl hooting outside the window, the occasional honk from the main street close by, the tv of the upstairs neighbor who had been so silent the past few days you thought they might’ve been dead.

You were zoning out to the orchestra of the city when the front door opening jolted you out of it.

“My girl! I’m home!” Adrian’s voice was sing-song as he held up a brown bag and came to give you a greeting kiss, his arm wrapping around you. “How’s your finger?”

You held it up to show him the bandages, and he pressed the tiniest kiss to it.

“Hey, definitely unrelated, but that doctor’s name was Dr. Hanna, right?”

“Yes…why?” You pulled away from him, trying to read his face. But, he was an open book so it wasn’t like, a challenging read.

He turned from you to drop the bag on the coffee table and plop down on the couch. He knew you knew, so he might as well just dive into the tacos.

“Adrian! Did you do something to that guy for being a dick to me?”

“No! No, of course not!” He yowled, bits of lettuce falling from his lips.

“I kicked his ass for smoking outside the designated zone.”

You threw your head back and laughed, before joining him on the couch.

Adrian turned to face you, one hand reaching to hold your face, the other sliding underneath your arm to wrap around your back. He leaned forward and kissed you, “Honest, it was just dumb luck that he happened to be the same doctor.”

“Right, and you were at the hospital just out of dumb luck too?”

He laughed against your mouth.

“Well, it was right next to the taco place.”

#adrian chase #answered*#anonymous #requests*#adrian chase x reader #vigilante #vigilante x reader #my writing #mine #this is very loosely inspired by a doctor i had as a teen lol

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Cheer || jjk.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader Genre: fluff, cheerleader!yn x athlete!jk (requested by anon) Warning(s): minor swearing, alcohol, drinking games mentioned, college after game parties, reader is a cheer athlete, jungkook plays rugby, stress from expectations WC: ~9.9k (this is the longest I've ever written I hope it doesn't flop!!) Summary: You felt that your cheer team was under-appreciated by certain people — specifically the rugby team that your cheer team supports during their matches. How is it that their star player, Jeon Jungkook, manages to find his way into your life despite having a bad impression of the rugby players? Update (6/8): Made an edit

You always loved being in a team. That would explain why you were where you were. Standing on the mat in the indoor gym with your cheer team on a Friday night. Cheer was beyond exhausting, but you still loved doing it, especially with the team that you got in college. Your coach - a perfectionist - always drilled you guys over the minute details. That would also explain why you were still practicing for something so ‘trivial’ - your opinion, not your coach’s.

Your team was practicing the routine for the rugby team’s qualifying match on Monday. It was a simple routine - as always. Your team didn’t do championship level routines during such events, you were all just there as moral support and being the hype people for the team. All you had to do was cheer with your pom poms, throw in a couple of stunts and the crowd would go wild.

But every event was a chance to get better, to get closer to perfect, according to your coach. And you did not disagree. You just never looked forward to cheering for the rugby team even after all the events. Despite your team always cheering for the football club, you could say you disliked most of them. It always felt as though they didn’t appreciate the moral support and took you guys for granted.

“Might want to look happy, yn.” You heard a playful remark from behind. Jimin, your most trusted base.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Just don’t drop me.”

There was no way you could pull off your stunts if you didn’t have trust in your teammates. And you could say you trusted Jimin with your life - literally. Accidents and mistakes were bound to happen but there was no doubt that you’d be down to try for anything if Jimin was your base.

Not only was Jimin a trustworthy base, but he was also an amazing stunter. His physique was perfect to be an in between, he could pull off both roles. That almost guaranteed him a spot on the mat every time. He was extremely hardworking as well and you’ll always be proud of your best friend making mat. Of course, you wanted to make mat just as badly as the next person.

Last season, you did not make mat and it crushed you. Jimin was there to get you out of your rut and encouraged you to bounce back stronger. Thanks to him, you managed to pick yourself up and train harder for the upcoming nationals. You had never been more determined to make mat.

“Point your toes, I want my flyers looking really perfect.” Your coach yelled over the music. Your coach was a beast, but an effective one, nonetheless. Your team won nationals last season and ready to bag this season as well.

“Alright, that’s all for today. Clean the place up and you guys can go home. Thanks everybody!” Your coach clapped their hands and the team followed suit as everyone got up from the mat and started tidying the place.

“Need a lift?”

“Yes please, you’re the best!” You pulled Jimin in for a tight hug, “Okay, you do this then!” Jimin handed you the empty bottles that he picked up from the ground as he headed off the change first.

You grumbled but took his place in defeat.

—

Big smiles were plastered on your faces as you congratulated the winning team - your college. You best friend nudged you while you waved the team goodbye as they passed by. “Coming to the after party?”

“Wouldn’t miss the free drinks and snacks.”

Jimin snorted, “Obviously.”

Though you did say that it felt like the cheer team was under appreciated, you were always invited to the after parties. Most of you went, mainly for the free drinks and snacks.

You flashed two thumbs up with Jimin as Yoongi passed by. A small smile on his face as he slightly bowed his heads in your direction, acknowledging your cheers.

Through all the after parties, you have been acquainted with one of their star players - Min Yoongi. He was one of the few who hung out in the kitchen to avoid all the party games and the crowd in the general. He disliked the unnecessary glamour and attention that came along with joining the rugby club. You admired his passion for rugby and along with Jimin, the three of you became the trio who hid away from the crowd during the parties.

After the debrief with our coach, your team dispersed to your own places to freshen up for the after party. It was a Friday night, and a good night of drinking was warranted after a tiring week.

You were all lucky your coach was not strict regarding such parties, as long as everyone turned up ready for the following practice.

“Glad to see faces I actually like.” Yoongi commented, handing you two drinks he had already prepared. “You make it sound like you hate everyone on your team.”

“I would say a good majority. I’m actually jealous that your cheer team is so close knit.”

Jimin nudged you after you downed your shot, “Without trust, our stunts won’t fly.”

You nodded your head in agreement, “Probably should get my team to watch your practices to learn a thing about team spirit.” Yoongi scoffed, mostly to himself, knowing that realistically, it would never happen.

The three of you turned your attention to the living room, watching Yoongi’s teammates either play beer pong or trying to find their fling for the night.

“They’re skilled, no doubt. But most of them are here for the popularity. It’s rare to find someone who genuinely likes football too.” Yoongi ranted as you poured himself another shot.

“Is there not a single soul?” Jimin asked, feeling a tinge of pity for his friend who was not experiencing the same level of love for his team as Jimin did for the cheer team.

Yoongi’s eyes scanned across the room, slowly shaking his head before his eyes landed on someone. “Actually, there is— Jungkook!” He raised his hand, shouting over the loud music as he tried to get someone’s attention.

You turned your head to see Jungkook approaching your group. “Jungkook? Really?” You questioned Yoongi. Jungkook was one of the star players as well. It was impossible not to know Jungkook. You could walk down any corridor in campus, and you would hear someone mention his name at least once.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted Yoongi before his eyes shifted to yours and Jimin’s. “What’s going on?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “Just wanted to introduce you to some of the members from cheer.”

“From cheer, huh?” The corner of his lips tugged upwards as his eyes went back to you.

“I figured you won’t recognise us, even though we’ve been at your parties since, well… Basically here every party.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but it just came out from you. You heard Jimin chuckle from beside you as he draped his arms over you.

“Sorry bud, yn here doesn’t have a good impression of you guys.”

“It’s not like you have a better one.” You bit back at Jimin who just stuck out his tongue at you. “That is true,” He pulled away as he took a drink, “We were actually just bitching about you guys with Yoongi.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in bewilderment, yet he felt amused enough to stay and find out more. “Is that so, Yoongi?”

His teammate nodded his head nonchalantly, “Just sharing the truth. About how most of them are here to be popular. I called you because I know you’re one of the few who actually joined for rugby.”

Jungkook huffed out an amused hum, “Interesting. What are your names again?”

“Yn and Jimin.” Jimin instantly replied, knowing you were probably going to reply with a snarky comment. “Part of the cheer team, like Yoongi said. She’s mainly a flyer and I’m a base and tumbler.”

You watched as his eyes furrowed in confusion, “S-Sorry I don’t know cheer terms.”

“Not surprised.” You let the words slip as you took a sip from your cup. Jungkook’s eyes looked at you, a hint of challenge and interest on his expression.

“If you have something against me, let’s hear it.”

“Don’t take it personally, Jungkook.” You reached out to give a light pat on his right chest. “I had a bad impression on Yoongi as well.”

With that, Yoongi sighed, nodding his head in the back. “It’s a miracle she likes me now.”

“Well, why don’t you give me a chance to change that impression then?” The left corner of his lip rose a playful look on his face as he challenged you.

It could be the alcohol or could be the loud music that made you disoriented. Nonetheless, you reached out your hand for a handshake, “You’ve got one chance.”

Jimin and Yoongi left the kitchen to enjoy their own time together. You had an inkling that something was stirring between them, but you decided to let them be as you were left alone with Jungkook in the kitchen.

“So, yn,” Jungkook shifted in the high stool, leaning on his right elbow, his attention focused on you. “Care to explain why you seem to hate my team so badly?”

“Buckle your seatbelts, Jeon.” You teased as you reached out for your drink. You watched his attention eyes fixated on yours as he waited for your answer. “I dislike your team because it feels we don’t get the appreciation I feel we rightfully deserve. We’re always there for your plays, even for your friendlies. The support just feels one sided and to me it sucks when we put in a lot for our routines as well.”

You watched him slowly nod his head in understanding, his body leaning backwards as he internalised your words. “I have to admit. I never really paused to think about your cheer team. I mean your outfits and pom poms are cute and all— “

Pointing your finger at him, you interrupted, “Exactly, we’re not just cute outfits and pom poms. We only use the cheesy pom poms for your matches to make the crowd all hyped up. Do you even know we have our own competition as well?”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “Of course I do. Just never watched one.”

You let out a short, dry laugh, “It’s okay. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Jungkook frowned, noting the dejected tone laced in your laugh and words as you tried to dismiss it. As an athlete himself, he knew how dejecting it must feel that support was one sided or lacking.

“Hey,” He placed the cup on the counter, “Why don’t you educate me? I’d like to know more.”

You smiled, “You’re pretty good at changing your first impression. You’re working really hard.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “No no, I mean it. It’s not just about changing your opinion of me. Tell me about cheer.”

You paused momentarily, recognising the sincerity in his voice as his gaze stayed on you. You knew he was serious about wanting to know more. It was as though the wall you placed between the two seemed to falter, a very minuscule crack forming on the wall.

“Jungkook!” A random college student hollered for his attention, “Come play beer pong with us!” You watched in amusement as you read their body language. They were clearly flirting with Jungkook and calling for his attention.

“Duty calls?”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’ll pass!”

“We can save this talk for another time, you can go— “

“Just to clear things up,” Jungkook turned back to you, “I’m not a fuckboy.”

You choked on air from his sudden defence statement, “I-I didn’t s-say you were— “

“Didn’t have to,” He said with a light smile on his face, “But I expected it too. Comes with the popularity I guess.” “So, you don’t…?” You trailed off and he shook his head, as if he was completely appalled by the sheer thought of being a fuckboy. “No, no. I don’t see the point in flings. Like Yoongi said, I’m here for rugby. Not to find dates.”

It felt as if another crack in the wall was formed after learning that fact. Like how Yoongi managed to break down the wall between you and him a few games ago.

Maybe not all jocks were bad.

“Anyway,” Jungkook pulled you back from your thoughts, “Educate me.”

You began sharing how was practice like, the different roles people were and how strict your coach was. You explained how you were always at the gym on the days you didn’t have training. You always got passionate when you talked about cheer and Jungkook experienced it first-hand. He watched how your face immediately lit up when he asked you to share about the sport. He was sure that even a person with zero interest with cheer would be completely drawn to hear you share about it with how enthusiastic you were.

“We currently have training three times a week since nationals are coming. We practice from late afternoon to almost midnight sometimes.” You paused, a sheepish grin creeping on your face as you realised you had been rambling on about your sport. “I-I’m sorry, I must’ve bored you to death.”

“No, no!” He immediately shook his head, hands out in front shaking as well in protest, “I wasn’t bored. I was really interested. I can tell how much you love cheer though.”

“Y-Yea I really do. Always good to find something to distract you especially during college.”

He nodded his head, “Can’t argue with that.” He raised his plastic cup in his hand, “Cheers to distractions.”

“Cheers,” You laughed, raising your cup towards his.

You could say you clicked well with Jungkook that night. In fact, you guys shared a lot about each other’s sport that you didn’t exchange numbers or any form of communication afterwards. It didn’t bug you so much since you figured it was a one-off conversation with him.

To be frank, you almost forgot that you talked with Jungkook that party. Jimin was the one who reminded you, asking about how he was and if you still hated jocks.

“He’s not bad, actually.”

“Of course, that’s why Yoongi actually likes him.” You raised an eyebrow suspiciously, leaning towards Jimin, “Speaking of Yoongi, how are things between you two?”

Your friend snorted, dismissing you with his hand, “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on. We’re just friendly.”

“For now?”

Jimin shrugged, “We’ll see how it goes.” He gives you a wink before getting up, extending his hand out as an offer to pull you up. “Back on the mat.”

Training went on until 11pm, it was full of drills as soon your coach would be picking who will make mat for nationals. Everyone had to give it their all during practice as you were all constantly being scrutinised by your coach, your attitude, skills, and stamina. You had been training your stunts with Jimin after he managed to pull you back up from your sulking phase. Everything was important.

You separated from Jimin after practice as you made your way to the bus stop to head home. “Yn? Is that you?”

A very familiar honey-like voice.

Jungkook slowly made his way to the bus stop, “What are you doing here at campus so late?” You asked.

“I was studying. Just ended practice?”

“Yea.”

Jungkook glanced at his watch, “Wanna grab a midnight snack?”

You smiled, “Sure.”

“How does ice cream sound?”

“I’m down.”

There was a small ice cream store near campus and luckily, you managed to catch the last order. The both of you enjoyed your slow late night stroll back to the bus stop as you strikes up a conversation with him.

“I realised I was the only one talking about my sport that night. How about you share about rugby? I actually don’t know much about it.”

“You sure?” Jungkook asked, slightly shocked that you had brought up his sport. “Because I can get carried away when I talk about it—“

You laughed, “I’m sure Jungkook. Fire away.”

Jungkook started sharing the rules and positions of rugby - “I’m number 11, one of the wings” You looked at him, already confused with the terms. With a short chuckle, he explained, “I’m one of the backs. We do the running and scoring. Sometimes, we have to knock people down in our way.”

He continued sharing his training schedule as well - how his team similarly had gym sessions on non-training days just like cheer. The only difference was that the rugby team had a gym off campus.

“Sounds fancy.”

“It’s pretty fancy.” He nodded his head letting out an airy laugh.

“Rubgy doesn’t sound too bad now that I know how it works.”

“You could watch one of our matches or practices when you guys aren’t cheering for us.”

“Why not.”

—

“Guess who I see?” Jimin whispered, nudging you out of your focus. You looked up, placing your dumbbells down, “Where are you looking at?”

“6 o’clock.” He muttered as he sneakily stole your dumbbells to do his set while you turned around to spot Jungkook who had just entered the gym.

You were surprised to see Jungkook and his teammates at the gym. Yoongi was the first one who spotted you. He sent a small smile, raising his hand for a short wave in your direction.

“Hey thief,” You nudged Jimin back, “Yoongi is here too.”

“I know, that’s why I stole your dumbbells.” You chuckled, smacking his toned arms upon learning his tactic.

You watched Yoongi talk to Jungkook, seemingly informing him that you were there as Jungkook turned his body around, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled, sending a hello with your hand to which he returned.

Seeing that you were unoccupied, since Jimin stole your dumbbells, Jungkook made his way to you. “What happened to your almighty external gym?”

He shrugged with a bright smile, “After hearing you hype up the campus gym so much the other night, I thought, why not give it a shot?”

You shook your head with a chuckle, clearly not believing his words. “If that’s the case, enjoy the campus gym!” You reached out to pat his broad shoulders before turning back to resume your gym session.

“Are you done with your set yet?” You questioned Jimin who stood right back up with a grin, “Was he watching me?”

Taking the dumbbells from his hands, you shrugged, “Doubt it.”

“Yea right.” Jimin scoffed, stepping aside to give you more space.

Your gym session lasted an hour as usual, ensuring that you don’t over-work your body as well since your coach was going to be choosing the final 20 soon.

Whenever you weren’t studying or training, you were stressing over whether you’ll make mat. And it was evident on your face. You heard a sigh coming from Jimin, “Don’t stress over it too much. You’ve been working extra hard this season, I’m confident you’ll make it.”

You responded with a weak smile, “Thanks Jimin, I really hope so.”

“Me too, but what you need is to stop thinking about it right now. Go get a distraction for tonight. Tomorrow’s training is going to be torturous.”

“When isn’t it?” You joked, “Touché.”

You packed your gym bag with Jimin, ready to leave and wind down for the day. Jimin was right, you needed a distraction - maybe a Netflix movie, or do some yoga to de-stress, or do a sheet mask —

“Jimin, yn!” You heard Yoongi holler out your names as you walked away from the campus gym.

“Yoongi, what’s up?”

Yoongi walked up to the both of you, accompanied by Jungkook.

“We just ended our session, was thinking if you wanted to grab dinner together?”

“Sure! Yn here,” Jimin laces his arm around yours as he pulled you closer to him, “needs a distraction ASAP.”

“A distraction?” Jungkook asked, looking at you for a response.

“From worrying about making mat.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Jungkook doesn’t know cheer lingo— “

“Oh no,” He shook his head, “I know what that means.”

“You do?!” Yoongi and Jimin asked incredulously.

“I gave him a lecture about cheer during that after party.” You answered and Jimin laughed, “Right! I forgot about your granny lecture.”

You scoffed defensively, “I-I mean he could’ve stopped be any time he was bored— “

“Because I wasn’t. It’s refreshing seeing people be so passionate about something, especially during college.” You returned the smile, the more you interacted with Jungkook, the more you could see why Yoongi kept Jungkook in his small circle of friends.

If there was anything the four of you had in common, it was your passion for your sport.

“I know a great place we can eat at.” Yoongi suggested. The four of you headed over to Yoongi’s go-to restaurants after his workout sessions. As the food started to come to your table, Yoongi and Jimin were caught up with some music competition show that you did not keep up with.

“So how has cheer been?” Jungkook’s voice pulled your attention towards him. “Fun but tiring as usual. Our coach is selecting who will make it to the final 20 for the nationals.” You sighed, anxiousness clearly evident in your tone and on your face.

“Hey, from an athlete to another, I know you’ve trained very hard, and I’ll be rooting for you to make it to the final 20.”

You weren’t sure why, but it felt comforting to hear those words from Jungkook. It felt different than when Jimin would cheer you up. You quickly decided that it was because you were praised by one of the star players of the rugby team. It felt great being acknowledged by someone out of the cheer world.

So, you decided to go with that explanation.

“Thanks, Jungkook, I hope I do. But you technically don’t know whether I’ve trained hard since you’ve never seen me practice.”

“That is true.” He simply grinned at you, “But I just know.”

“You have so much faith in me, Jungkook.” You teased.

He placed his forearms on the table, leaning on them to bring himself slightly close to you, “I have lots of faith in you.”

—

You weren’t stupid and you weren’t blind either. You and Jimin have been spotting Jungkook and Yoongi loitering around the indoor gym lately.

“Did you see them?” Jimin tossed you your newly refilled bottle, “I haven’t left the gym. They’re here again? It’s like 10pm.”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “Yoongi was napping on the table though. Looks like Jungkook was the only one actually studying.”

Jungkook never mentioned to you that he stayed back in campus to revise. Though, you barely talked to him since you never exchanged numbers. Every time you had a conversation with him, you both would get too swept up in the conversation that it never occurred to either of you that it was the 21st century and you could talk with your phones.

Training ended an hour later, and you did not expect them to still be outside ‘studying’.

“You guys are still studying?” Jimin called out as you both approached them, Jungkook’s head shot up almost instantly, his eyes finding yours, a bright smile on his face despite his tired eyes from revision. “What a coincidence seeing you here.”

You raised your eyebrows questioningly, “Here,” You looked around with your hands gesturing to the area, “Right outside the indoor gym, with no fan or AC.”

“Yes, here.” He insisted.

Yoongi sighed, finally waking up from his nap. “What’s with the commotion— Oh, you guys are finally done with practice.” He got up and grabbed his bags, “Jimin, need a lift?”

“Yes please!” Jimin nodded his head, giving you a quick goodbye hug before heading off with Yoongi, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Guess I can’t judge your preference for a study location.” You made your way to him as he packed up his belongings. “I kinda feel bad for you that Yoongi ditched you.”

Jungkook shook his head with a smile, “He was meant to ditch me anyway. I was waiting to see you.”

You felt yourself momentarily pause; an inhale stuck halfway as you processed his words. He waited to see me. You thought, your brain trying to find an explanation for that.

“I realised we haven’t exchanged numbers even after all this time.” He continued when he didn’t get a response.

“O-Oh right, here,” You reached for your phone in your bag, handing it to Jungkook. “I’ll drop you message.”

Jungkook didn’t take your phone immediately, his eyes locked on your face, as if he was shocked that you didn’t mind exchanging numbers, his hand reached for your phone, gently brushing against your fingers, sending a fluttery feeling in your way.

Once he added his contact, he returned your phone, “It’s 11pm, do you have a ride home?”

“I usually just take the bus.”

“I have a car. Let me take you home.”

“Oh no,” You shook your head, “You don’t have to really, I’m used to taking the bus— “

“But I’m already here anyway, come on, do you not trust my driving skills?” He joked and you let out an airy laugh, “Alright fine. I owe you one.”

“Nah, you already gave me your number.” He winked at you, throwing his bag over his shoulder, leading the way to the carpark with you slightly stunned from his flirtatious remarks.

The care ride with Jungkook was comfortable, slightly tense on your end at the start. Jungkook gave you the cable to play whatever music you wanted which made you slightly more comfortable. “I don’t know if we have the same music taste— “

“It’s alright, just play whatever you want.”

“O-Okay…”

Surprisingly, you and Jungkook didn’t have that much of a difference in differing taste, there were some songs that he didn’t know but found himself liking it. He himself was shocked to learn that you had similar taste in music.

Jungkook didn’t know why he felt so nervous having you in his car and driving you home. It was not like you were getting married. But why did he feel so nervous? Jungkook rarely flirted or showed interest in someone. His love was rugby - his sport - his life. He poured his heart and soul into the sport. But with you, he found that he couldn’t help flirting with you. It felt natural - It felt right.

Ironically, or maybe not, as he drove you home that night, Jungkook knew deep down, he was in it for the long ride.

—

Jimin held your hands tightly as you kept your eyelids shut. You could feel that your heart was about to jump out of your chest as you sat on the mat with Jimin, waiting for your coach to call out all the 20 names. It almost felt like you could feel your heartbeat in your head, the suspense and dragging was killing you.

Your hands clammy in Jimin’s but you did not have a single care as all you wanted in that moment was to make it to nationals.

“Jimin.”

You gasped, pulling Jimin in for a tight hug as he yelled in excitement. You were proud of your best friend; you knew that he would make mat and he deserved it.

Names were called and there were only 5 names left to be called, you grip on Jimin’s hands slackened as you started to accept that you won’t make it—

“Yn.”

You ears rang and you thought you were about to go deaf. Jimin’s loud but happy scream stunned you as you were pulled in for a suffocating hug this time.

The last 4 names were called and the final 20 had been made (subject to change).

Tears welled up in your eyes as memories of your gruelling training flashed through your mind. All the tiring practices and extra trainings with Jimin, the hardships and discipline all paid off.

Training went swimmingly, your coach running through sections of the choreography until it was time to wrap up. “Didn’t have the time to properly congratulate you.” Jimin said with a bright proud grin on his face as you left the gym.

“Thanks, Jimin! Hopefully we can stay on the 20 and compete together.”

“I’m confident we will.”

His eyes shifted away from you, and you followed his gaze to see Jungkook outside, once again, studying, alone this time. “Where’s Yoongi?” You asked as you both approached him.

“He gave up studying with me. Probably went home to crash after our practice today.”

Jimin eyed Jungkook’s facial expression suspiciously, eyes darting between you and Jungkook before he spoke, “I’m going book a ride and head home first yea? Text me when you’re home.” Jimin gives your shoulder a good squeeze before saying bye to you and Jungkook.

“What’s with the big smile on your face?” Jungkook questioned as he started packing his belongings. Your smile was contagious and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as well as soon as he saw your bright expression.

“I got into the top 20!”

You squared like a little girl, once again excited from the thought of making it this season.

Jungkook abruptly stopped gathering his stuff, stepping away from the table, “Really? Congrats, yn!” He pulled you in for a hug which made your muscles stiffen but your arms automatically wrapped around him.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, Jungkook.” You chuckled as you pulled away from the embrace. Your mind was clouded, filled with a mixture of thoughts of making it to the Top 20 and how warm that hug felt. How it felt so ‘right’.

Over the past few weeks, it had become a routine, to have Jungkook studying outside the indoor gym and drive you home after practice. You always told him he didn’t need to send you home, but he never listened.

“Our qualifying match is next Friday, if we win, there’ll be an after party, are you free to come?”

“For the after party?”

“Yea, I mean, technically your whole cheer team usually come but since your nationals are coming, I’m assuming you would be too busy to come.”

“No no, I’ll come.”

“You will?” Jungkook’s face lit up and a bubbling feeling grew in your chest as you tried to ignore it. “Yea I will.”

—

Since Jungkook had his qualifying match around the corner, you stopped seeing him late at night outside the gym. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you missed seeing him after your practice.

Nonetheless, you would still spend the night texting him right before bed. It felt so easy to converse with him and you always looked forward to hear stories about his rugby practice and it felt nice to share about your cheer practice to him.

Friday quickly arrived and you decided to watch his match since the game was on your campus grounds. You took a seat somewhere in the middle of the bleachers and your eyes scanned the field to find Jungkook.

You recalled him explaining the positions of the backs and you found his number - 11. A smile crept unto your face as your eyes fixated on Jungkook. Your facial expression always scrunched up into a wince whenever you see them tackle each other during the game. You would let out a hiss as if you were the one sliding against the grass as Jungkook scored a point.

Nonetheless, it was fascinating to actually watch the game. Not surprisingly, after you understood the rules of the game, it was exciting to root for your college’s team. Maybe it was because you were rooting for a particular player, but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself just yet.

During half-time, your college’s team made their way back to the benches which was in front of where you sat. You didn’t bother shouting for his attention since you knew it was important to stay in the zone.

You sat at your spot, watching him, and you almost felt like a stalker. He was drenched in sweat, definitely going to have bruises or scratches from the game, you could see his chest move up and down as he took deep breaths to relax.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat when he had looked up and found your eyes amongst the crowd. Jungkook had been casually looking around the crowd to see if you really did come to watch his game.

He had texted you the night before about how he hoped you could come see his game now that you know how it actually worked. You told him no promises but had made sure you were free the afternoon to attend his game. Of course, you didn’t tell him that.

In an instant, his serious gaze broke into an inviting smile as he mouthed the words “hey” at your direction. You smiled back, returning the greeting while you hoped no one caught that moment between the two of you.

His coach called for their attention to remind them of their game plan but Jungkook was having a battle in his mind. The image of you smiling at the bleachers stayed as he tried to listen to his coach’s words. He knew the game plan, he was always on top the game. But seeing you watching him from the bleachers made him feel giddy but at least he also motivated him to do extra well. He wanted to look good in front of you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He sent you text to wait for him to freshen up and you sat at your spot, enjoying the breeze as you waited for him to come back from his shower.

“You actually came.”

You looked up from your phone to see a wet-haired Jungkook approaching you with a lopsided grin. “Wanted to give support especially after all the times you sent me home after practice.”

Your phone vibrated as Jimin spammed you with messages when you stopped replying. Jimin had been asking about your whereabouts and you told him you were at the rugby game. He was upset since he would have tagged along to watch Yoongi if he knew you were going.

“Where’s Yoongi?”

Jungkook gestured with his thumb behind him, “Still showering. Is Jimin here?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “He didn’t know I was coming to watch. I think he’ll attack me later at the party.”

“Sounds like a fun match to see.” He joked and you scoffed, “I’ll beat Jimin easily.”

“I’m sure, I’ll always be rooting for you.”

It sounded like another tease but his words caused nervous knots in your stomach. You deliberately ignored the feeling as you walked down the bleachers to his side, “Shall we get Yoongi and Jimin?”

“Yep, text me his address. We’ll pick him up once Yoongi is ready to go.”

Get ready, Jungkook’s picking you up - yn

I already look good, always ready - Jimin

Yoongi didn’t take long to come out of the showers and the three of you made your way in Jungkook’s car to pick Jimin up, all ready for the after party.

“I haven’t had dinner so I am ready for all the food.” Jimin groaned, clutching his stomach as he hopped off the car.

The four of you made your way up the driveway to see that the after party had started even earlier. “Looks like everyone couldn’t wait to party.” Yoongi commented as you entered through the main door, the loud typical party music blasting through the house.

It wasn’t a very packed party, lesser than the usual after parties but still plenty of people nonetheless.

There were already different groups engaging in different activities - gossiping, flirting, beer pong, truth or dare, Mario Kart and many more.

“Yn, you hungry? I heard Woohyun baked pasta for tonight.” Yoongi gestured to the kitchen. Before you could reply, Jungkook added on, “Someone’s barbecuing in the backyard though.”

“Barbecue?” You repeated, “Sounds delicious.” You turned your head back to Yoongi, “I’ll follow you guys after!”

Yoongi and Jimin made their way to the kitchen while you and Jungkook headed over to start your night with barbecue.

At the backyard, there was a swimming pool with a small lawn where the barbecue was. The two of you made your way to the table with the cooked food, helping yourself to dinner.

“This tastes amazing.” You moaned in delight after the first bite.

Jungkook laughed, “Come on,” He took an empty plate and grabbed a handful of barbecue sticks and kebabs, leading the way to the other side of the pool with one empty lounge chair.

You shared the plastic lounge chair, sitting beside Jungkook as you shared the plate. “So, how was my game?”

“To be honest,” You cleared your throat, “More interesting now that I know the game.”

He grinned like a happy high school boy, “That’s great to hear! Maybe you can watch more of my games or practices when you have the time.”

“We’ll see about that.” You teased, grabbing another stick to feed yourself.

“So, how’s your prep for nationals?”

“Tiring, one of our flyers got a concussion after a bad fall last night so she’s temporarily replaced. Our pyramid’s a mess.”

Jungkook lightly nudged your shoulders, “I’m sure it’ll turn out well. You guys are the defending champions.”

“I hope we can defend it this season.”

“Gotta think positively.” He winked at you and you returned a small smile. Silence fell upon you two as you noticed the lack of personal space between the both of you. It felt comfortable yet nerve-racking to be so close to him.

Was he uncomfortable with the closeness? Should you move away?

Just as you were about to scoot away, he spoke. “I’m really glad you came to my match tonight. It felt different.” He admitted rather shyly as his gaze dropped to the half empty plate.

“Different?”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Felt nice knowing there’s someone out there rooting for me.”

“There were lots of people rooting out for you.”

“Yea but, someone out there that I really want to impress.”

You didn’t have a reply, you weren’t sure how to reply. You decided to opt for a small encouraging pat on his shoulder before retracting your hand.

It didn’t seem much from an outsider’s perspective, but his words held a lot of weight. For the both of you. Almost as if you were about to cross a line - some line that you weren’t sure if you’re both ready to cross.

“Well,” He cleared his throat, standing up, “Shall we go find the two?”

“S-Sure.”

The two of you entered through the back door and was immediately blocked by his fellow team player, handing both of you a bottle of soju. “Gotta help us finish these, Jeon. Someone,” his eyes darted to another team player, “Accidentally ordered twice our usual order.”

“Damn.” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “I’ll pull my weight then.”

“Great! You know what’s a perfect game for that? Spin the Bottle! You guys wanna play?”

Jungkook’s gaze darted to yours as you hesitated to reply.

“Come on Jeon, you always reject our games. Just this once, yea?”

He sighed, “A-Alright sure. Yn?”

You shook your head, “I’ll pass. Go have fun.” You patted his back as you excused yourself to the kitchen. There was a sour feeling knowing that Jungkook agreed to play Spin the Bottle, you avoided looking at the circle at the living area as you went to find Yoongi and Jimin guarding the snacks.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Spin the Bottle.” You plopped yourself down beside Jimin, chugging the soju bottle in your hand.

“Someone sounds affected.” Jimin teased, handing you a plate of pasta.

“No one’s affected.” You defended yourself as you grabbed a fork to eat the pasta, ignoring the feeling in your chest.

You had almost completely forgotten about Spin the Bottle as the three of you went on to talk about other things. You were laughing and enjoying your night with the two until you heard the familiar voice that made your muscles freeze.

“Any pasta left for me?”

You turned to look at Jungkook, “Enjoyed the game?”

“Pretty interesting,” He started and you immediately wanted to shut his voice out, “But would’ve been fun if you were in the game.” He winked at you before he took a plate for himself, acting as if he hadn’t said those words. You saw the empty soju bottle that he placed on the counter top and figured it was the alcohol talking so you decided to brush it off. It was probably the alcohol making him say such a brave statement in front of your friends.

Would something have happened if you agreed to play the game?

—

You realised that maybe he did decide to be more brave.

He started sitting in the gymnasium to watch your practices. Jimin would always inform you when he spotted Jungkook, insisting that he was here to watch you. Though you constantly denied, because you knew he knew a few of you guys from all the parties.

Somehow, you always felt his eyes were locked on you - his attention never leaving you no matter how chaotic the mat got. Every fall, every success, every break. You just knew he was looking at you.

The first practice you realised he was there, you approached him after practice ended.

“Hey Jungkook!”

“Why are you here?”

“Am I that unwanted? Looks like only Jimin is glad to see me here.”

“N-No,” You were caught off-guard, “I was just wondering—“

“I know, I’m kidding.” Jungkook chuckled, getting up from the bench, hopping down to stand right in front of you. “You came to my game, and I want to come see your practices. I haven’t actually seen how serious cheer can be.”

You hummed, “Alright then.” You tossed your damp towel over your shoulder. Jungkook reached out, “Let me take your bag. I saw how tiring practice was.”

“Jungkook it’s fine—“

“And you fell from that pyramid a couple of times. You better ice that bruise.” He pointed to the bruise on your shin. You had gotten the bruise when you knocked it against one of your teammate’s foot when you had fallen off the pyramid.

He had successfully snatched your duffel bag when you were distracted by the bruise on your shin. “Jungkook—“

“Come on, let the guy be a gentleman.” Jimin nudged your sides and you shot a light glare his way. “I already booked a ride and it’s here so I’ll head home first. Text me when you’re home, yea?” Jimin patted your shoulder before jogging off.

During the ride home, Jungkook shared how in awe he was during your practice. “I felt that same way watching your game too.” You admitted.

“I’m definitely watching nationals with Yoongi.”

“You don’t have to—“

“But I want to! I’m coming.”

Over the weeks, you learned even more about Jungkook.

Firstly, Jungkook was a really thoughtful individual.

He also loved going the extra mile. You knew his rugby training schedule since he shared it before. So you knew he was watching your late night sessions after his tiring ones on some days, yet still sat through all the way.

He didn’t attend all practices, but he didn’t have to. You always appreciated the times he came to watch and you made it a point to watch his trainings as well when you had nothing on.

Secondly, Jungkook was one of the most hardworking and disciplined individuals that you have met.

Every footwork drill, punishment or endurance runs, he took it seriously. He always gave it his 110%. Even when you knew he was near his limit, he never slacked.

Thirdly, Jungkook was cute when he was in the zone.

His eyebrows always scrunched together, sometimes he would bite his lip for extra concentration. He would whisper to himself after his attempts or runs, possibly correcting himself or encouraging himself.

You knew he was his harshest critic. You could see it in his training etiquette.

From an athlete to another, Jungkook was a very respectable athlete - in both fitness and character.

Eventually, this became routine between the both of you. You would watch each other’s practices whenever you had the time. Jimin and Yoongi had gotten used to the scene as well.

Both would tease the both of you separately, “Look who’s here.”

“Shut up.” You both would say to them, trying to fight the smile that wanted to break through.

“You know, people will start thinking that we’re dating.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing, now would it?” Jungkook tilted his head, a cheeky grin on his face as he tossed you a cold unopened bottle of water. His reply sent your heart fluttering. He knew his way with words.

“It’ll kill your popularity with the public. Everyone will lose hope and stop pining after you.” You said dramatically after taking a big gulp of the refreshing water.

“Still don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“You know, you’re a real flirt Jeon Jungkook.”

He grinned cheekily, “Only when I want to.”

He definitely knew his way with words, and possibly, his way to your heart.

—

Jungkook started asking you out for lunch and dinner over the weeks, including the weekends. It was refreshing seeing you two not dripping in sweat from training. And he cleaned up well.

Although the rugby finals and cheer nationals were just around the corner, you both tried to find spare time to hang out. It felt like a stress-reliever. You both needed it. Jungkook knew he needed and wanted it. He always wanted to see you.

You were both at an open field, lying next to each other, bodies facing up as you enjoyed the night sky. Silence engulfed the both of you as you relished the tranquility of the night.

With hectic schedules, you appreciated times like this when you didn’t have to think about something so serious like competitions and expectations.

You were grateful that you made it to the Final 20 but it was still stressful knowing that there are high expectations for your team to defend your title.

It was the same for Jungkook.

“This feels great, doesn’t it?” He was the first to break the silence.

You turned just your head to admire his side profile as his eyes remained glue to the starry night.

“It does.”

Jungkook paused before continuing the conversation, “You know, I didn’t actually play Spin the Bottle that night. I just drank every time it was me, just wanted to please Woohyun.”

Confused, you weren’t sure why Jungkook had brought that up out of the blue. “Why are you—”

“I just wanted you to know. Felt like you had to know.” He shrugged his shoulders, pressing his lips into a tight line. “Didn’t want to send mix signals.”

“Mix signals?” You turned around, lying on top of your stomach as you got up on your forearms. You had a hunch of where this conversation was heading, but you didn’t like to be one making assumptions. Jungkook turned his head to face you, “I’m into you. I always like being with you and I hope you feel the same way.”

Nothing came out of your mouth. You were stunned by his sudden confession. Your eyes remained on his face as he kept a soft smile, with not a single ounce of regret on his face.

“I… I like being with you too.” You replied shyly, shuffling back down to lie down on your back next to him, not daring to make eye contact.

Next to you, Jungkook let out a short chuckle. He decided not to push it for that night. But it was enough to know that things were going right between the two of you.

“I never shared this with anyone but, sometimes, I do feel like quitting rugby.”

You were taken aback by his sudden change in topic but didn't to roll with it

“Why?”

He took a while to respond, formulating his thoughts into sentences. “The expectations get too much sometimes, especially as one of the labelled star players.” He scoffed, as if he was laughing at the term, or himself.

“I’m sure as the Final 20 in cheer you feel that expectation as well.”

You didn’t give a verbal reply, only nodding your head as you turned your head back to face up to the sky.

Jungkook didn’t need a verbal reply, he knew you felt the same.

“It’s suffocating. But right now, I feel like I can take a deep long breath, and not worry about making a mistake or slowing down.”

Just as he said that, he took a deep inhale, letting out his breath through is mouth.

“That felt good to let out. I never wanted to share this with others because I’m afraid they’ll think that I’m taking my position and skills for granted.”

“Yea I get what you’re saying.” You assured him and he smiled, turning his head to face you. You heard the shuffling sounds and you decided to face him as well, momentarily freezing when your eyes finally met his.

“But it feels like I can talk to you about anything. It feels nice to talk to you, yn.”

You were once again lost for words, feeling your cheeks grow hot as your eyes remained locked in his gaze.

“I feel safe with you.”

—

It was the final championship match for rugby. Your cheer team was once again there, to root for your college - you and Jimin were specifically rooting for Yoongi and Jungkook.

The whole venue was excruciatingly loud and tense. Both colleges with great support backing them. The match was very close and you could tell how they seemed more tired than other games. The nerves and the physical demand was getting to them.

Your coach yelled, calling their hands to get your attention. “Come on guys, time to boost their morale”

With your pom poms in your hands, your cheer team gathered, facing your side of the bleachers, enthusiastically cheering the campus cheers and getting the crowd to join in.

It was followed by simply stunts and routines to get the atmosphere more lively and ready for the game to resume.

As the players passed by your team, you all wished them good luck.

“Good luck, Yoongi!”

“Good luck, Jungkook!” You exclaimed encouragingly, shaking both your pom poms his way as he turned around to see you. He winked at you, mouthing the words ‘thank you’ before they made their way to the field.

“You’re drooling.”

Jimin’s voice taunted you from the side, You elbowed his side, “You’re doing the same.”

“Touche.”

As the timer reaches the end, your side erupted in the loudest of cheers, you happily screaming along with the crowd. This win felt different from all the different times your cheer team supported them. Your college managed to defend their title, winning the championship for the season.

When the players returned to the benches and huddled for a group photo together, Jimin whispered, “Why don’t you go up and congratulate him?”

“Hush, Jimin, not in front of everyone.”

“Come on, don’t be shy. I know you like him.”

“We’re just close friends.”

Jimin scoffed, his index finger pointing to you and himself, “You and I are close friends. You and Jungkook however, are idiots who don’t want to admit that you guys like each other.”

“Shut it!” You sighed, lightly hitting him with your pom poms. When you turned around, Jungkook had already made his way to you. “You were cheering really hard back there.”

“Just for you.”

Just for me?” He raised his eyebrows, a smug look on his face as he stepped closer, “Yoongi’s gonna be devastated knowing that—“

“Actually my cheers were for Yoongi but I didn’t want you to feel upset or forgotten.”

Jungkook frowned and you really wished you had the guts to just kiss him right there, your eyes flickering to his pink soft lips.

“I’m kidding, don’t cry, not when you just became a champion.”

Jungkook laughed heartily before leaning towards your ear, “I’m already a champion having you on my side to cheer me on.”

—

Attention immediately shifted to your team for the upcoming nationals which was just a week after Jungkook’s finals.

You guys had constant past few runs leading up to the final day and everything felt like it would go well. The biggest obstacle was controlling your mental state during the day itself.

The night before, Jungkook had sent you a lengthy good luck message as he reminded you that he would be there.

You slept peacefully that night and woke up to read his message in the morning once again. You had your own cheerleader this time.

Everything seemed to go by quickly, the warm ups and runs backstage while waiting for your team’s turn. You had not met Jungkook or Yoongi since you were preparing backstage with your team, focused on getting into the right mental state.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when it was finally your team’s turn to perform.

The sun was scorching hot and there were many spectators. You stood in formation with your teammates as you waited for the song to play.

It felt way different than last season. Even though you were there last season to support the performing team, it truly felt different to be the one about to perform on the mat. With all eyes on you, carefully watching for any mistakes or mishaps. The heat already making you sweat when you stepped onto the stage.

But once the music played, that was all you could focus on.

Bright smiles plastered on all your faces as you went through the routine. A silent celebration in your head every time your team successfully pulled off a stunt.

Quick gazes made on the mat as you constantly changed formation. Encouraging looks and the sounds of the encouragement on the mat from your teammates to get you through the routine.

And just like that - it was your ending pose. Heavy pants surrounding you as your gaze locked on the audience. You all broke character afterwards, squealing and hugging each other for not screwing up the pyramid and the routine.

It felt good.

In fact, it felt amazing.

Jimin yelled your name, pulling you in for a tight hug, “We did it!”

“I know!”

Once all the teams had finished, the top 2 teams were announced and your college name was called out.

In front of the entire crowd, you hold intertwined your hands, head hung low and eyes shut right as you awaited for the results. The cheerleader holding the 2nd prize trophy walked back and forth between the two college teams as the announcer evilly drags on the result.

Your heartbeat was pounding loudly and you could feel it in your head, all your hands clasped together were clammy from nervous sweat.

Jungkook’s hopefully eyes stayed locked on your figure as he waited for announcements from the crowd.

The other college was called and your entre team’s knees went weak, buckling as some immediately fell to the ground.

Deafening screams erupted as you were pulled into a big group hug, you guys had just defended your title.

Your team was the reigning national champion once again.

Tears were falling as everyone congratuler each other. Your coach and assistant coach ran up to mat to join the group hug as your team proudly accepted the winning trophy.

You had made your way off the stag to reunite with the other cheer members as the public slowly started to approach you for a team photo.

With tears all over your faces, you posed for the group photos as thanked all your teammates with a big hug.

“Yn!”

You heard his voice amongst the chaos.

You felt yourself immediately searching for the familiar pair of eyes in the crowd. The moment your eyes landed on him, you rushed up towards him, his arms wide open ready to accept you.

Jungkook pulled you in for tight embrace, repeatedly saying “congrats, you did it, I know you guys would win”. Tears flowed down your face once again still not believing what had just happened.

It felt so surreal and yet being in Jungkook’s embrace felt even more surreal. It was as if you were in a dream.

“Congrats yn!” You heard Yoongi’s voice from behind Jungkook.

You pulled away to see not only Yoongi but the entire rugby team with him. They were cheering proudly, chanting your college’s name with pride. Your eyes immediately farted back to Jungkook who had kept his arms around you.

“Did you…?”

“Yes, I convinced everyone to come. They’d be missing on such a stellar performance.”

As if your grin couldn’t get any bigger, your broke into a euphoric laugh, “You’re amazing.”

“You’re calling me amazing? After what your team had just displayed back there? You must be blind—“

Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the high influx of dopamine from winning the competition and from being in his embrace. It didn’t matter, when your lips met his, you knew that was all that mattered at that moment.

You felt Jungkook lean into the kiss, his arms pulling you closer to his body. Both of you could hear your cheer team behind you and Jungkook’s rugby team behind him, both cheering your names.

You guys laughed into the kiss when you heard Yoongi and Jimin loudly expressed their thoughts. “It’s about time.”

“I swear I thought they’ll never get to this stage.”

—

His bright and welcoming smile never failed to make your day, no matter how tired you were. You never thought that you’d love going for rugby practices and matches. It was the complete opposite scenario from the beginning of the year.

But now, it never got boring to watch your boyfriend get into his sport. You would always tell him that he looked attractive when he was serious. You enjoyed doing that because it always made him fluster and fumble over his words.

“I-I don’t… Nah… I don’t look cute when I’m serious.” He would adjust the neckline of his shirt, trying to maintain a nonchalant expression on his face.

“You’re finally done.” You made your way down the bleachers, “I’ve been thinking about dessert the past 30 minutes.”

Jungkook nodded his head, extending his arms out to pull you into a sweaty hug. He placed a light kiss on your forehead, pulling back slightly to get a better view of your face.

“Ice cream?”

Deja Vu.

You remembered the first night you hung out with Jungkook after meeting him at the after party. When you were at the bus stop ready to go home.

WIth a grin, you leaned in to kiss his soft lips lightly, “I’m down.”

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