#mean girls pocky game au when

[modernsapphicism]

happy peppero/pocky day to those who celebrate 🍫 i hope you get to read/write/draw/see your fave ships playing the pocky game today

[pretty-toru]

nearest you┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 4.5k

୧ tags: childhood friends to lovers. college!au. slice of life. slow burn. gojo is a gentle bully here. but he's also your support system.

୧ synopsis: you had given up on the idea of ever being in a romantic relationship with gojo, only to be proven entirely wrong at the last minute.

next chapter.

Many people often reach the idea of being Gojo Satoru's best friend as something unreachable yet heavily sought for by people around him, but the truth of the matter is that being best friends with the handsome silver stud isn't that exciting as the pedestal they collectively placed him on. But they'd never believe you because who can resist someone who's an all-around stunner, from his wealthy family background down to his overwhelming good looks.

God really has his favorites.

Like clockwork, you're constantly approached by your female college peers that come off as friendly and inquisitive when you first meet them, trying to find excuses to converse with you after being spotted with Gojo. You knew they were only befriending you so they could get closer to him, but the people pleaser in you couldn't say no and you didn't exactly love being the cupid messenger of his bustling love life. Especially when you have to hand him the crumpled and neatly folded papers with scribbled numbers on it and introduce the pretty girls to him.

"Who is that? God, he's hot! Can you introduce us to him?”

"Hey, is your friend single? Mind passing my number along to him?"

"Omg, you’re friends with Gojo? What type of girl does he like?"

And there's those people who are too interested in your relationship with him for your own taste. Always speculating that there's something underneath the tip of the iceberg, like perhaps a secret romance with the star pupil of the college outside of the public eye. Even your closest girlfriends have suspected that someday your and Gojo's lasting friendship is going to deepen into something more, and they called dibs on the details when it finally happens.

"Is Gojo Satoru your boyfriend?! You two make such a great pair!"

"There's no way you're only just friends with that guy. Tall, dimples, muscles. He's totally everyone's type."

"...I mean, what do you call seeing someone repeatedly in a one-on-one setting, if not a date?"

You always scoff at the assumption and readily correct them whenever necessary to straighten out the facts. Gojo Satoru may be your best friend of ten plus years, but he's an annoying and clingy giant who sticks to you like glue ever since you shared your strawberry pocky with him on the playground. From that day onwards, he tossed away all concepts of leaving you alone because you're his "sweet and precious Y/N" whom he cherishes greatly, and also because you're one of his few true friends that he never wants to lose.

(And yes, he asked you to play the pocky game. And no, you didn't indulge him because boys have cooties).

"Hey, Y/N! Knew I'd find ya at the library. Studying hard?" Speak of the devil. You're met with a crouching Gojo as he waves a hand in front of you, his beaming grin so bright you feel the need to squint and turn your head away with a groan from where it's perched on your textbook. But the light thud of your favorite coffee order just inches away from your face makes his overall presence a bit more tolerable while he hands Shoko her doubleshot espresso.

The white-haired student quickly snatches a chair nearby and seats himself across from you and Shoko as you take a couple sips of the caffeinated beverage. Already, you feel energized enough to power through the rest of the day after sacrificing a good portion of your night to study for your physiology exam that's in a few short hours. You know Gojo doesn't have to worry about his grades with his perfect brain that always produces perfect results.

God really does have his favorites. Smart, attractive, and rich? He's a triple threat all on his own. You wished you could trade brains with him to help you better understand the biochemistry concepts of the glucose metabolism and its corresponding enzymes or how action potential is generated and propagated across the neuron. It would save you countless late nights with your “hot date” that is your hefty textbook, pastel highlighted notes, powerpoint slides and the migraines that come with it.

"Thanks for the coffee, I owe you one."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Your cute smile is payment enough."

"Gosh, you're as cheesy as ever. With your sweet talk, I’m surprised you haven’t secured a girlfriend by now." A rhetorical statement, really, but it has crossed your mind once or twice why he's still perpetually single as ever. He could have anyone he ever wanted, yet he turned them all down or it never went further after the first date. His reasoning were always vague and sometimes ridiculous yet understandable, like:

"She had the same name as my sister."

"She started planning our marriage and talking about kids."

"She wouldn't let me get a word in the entire dinner."

Another one was after watching his favorite movie, and she said it was "just okay."

Who knew Gojo Satoru had so many deal breakers with the way he's wired. Although he dated around and flipped through numerous girls like the pages of a magazine, he never took up a serious relationship and your mind really tries to construct an answer. After testing the waters with that many candidates there should be one that's bound to check off all the boxes, right? Or maybe they couldn’t maintain his interest long enough before the initial spark dies down?

"Hm, wouldn't you like to know?" He offers you a smile with wiggly eyebrows and gently ruffles the layers framing your face, causing you to smack his hand away with a gawking expression that he didn't know anyone can make look so damn cute.

"Wooow. Okay, I think I just solved the mystery. Just so you know, this is the number one behavior of men that women hate the most," you say pointing to your disheveled hair before fixing the tendrils and putting it back into place. "Gosh, how am I still friends with you? That's something I'd really love to know."

"Don't be mean, you love me." He playfully sticks his tongue out and you openly roll your eyes at him, because yeah, you actually and truly do. You found love for Gojo in a more romantic sense than a platonic one, but you care about your friendship way too much to mess things up with those kinds of feelings. Sometimes you lie awake at night wondering about what kind of future that would hold for you two, but you supposed it's for the best saving yourself from a lot of heartache since you aren't the type to chase rejection.

"Sure, whatever," you murmur under your breath before turning to Shoko and resuming your study session. Every now and again you'd steal a glance of Gojo scrolling through his phone or playing a game to keep himself occupied until Geto joins the group and they're flitting between topics and conversations. With the occasional commentary from you or Shoko to catch another fifteen-minute break after continuously absorbing material that you were sure would nuke your brain if you don't stop and take a breather.

Gojo actively feeds you one of his sweet snacks, and today happens to be muscat (grape) gummy candies. He says it's to help stimulate brain activity or something but you were too exhausted to care and accidentally chomped on his fingers.

"Alright, that's enough studying for you, miss. Some fresh air should do you good, let's get outta here and stretch those legs, hm?" He grabs your backpack and puts your belongings away before you have a chance to react, but you knew he was right because overloading your brain with information could backfire and leave you blank upon reading the first question on the test. You'd be surprised if you still remember your own name by the time you sit down in front of the paper.

"But class is in half an hour—”

"No buts, ifs, or ands with me. C’mon, you know the drill.”

In a small fit of panic, your gaze directs to Shoko with a silent plea for help to save you from being taken away, but she’s already waving you goodbye and making Gojo promise to escort you to class on time for your exam. You then turn to Geto with puppy eyes and there’s an unbothered smile on his face and he contributes a “catch you guys later, and Y/N careful not to cause a traffic accident” (an inside joke as he refers to Gojo's mention of your legs). With that, Gojo swings your backpack over his shoulder and guides you out of the library with a hand on the small of your back.

“Sheesh, is hanging out with me that horrible? I’m hurt, Y/N. I thought I was your favorite person.” Gojo pulls the handle of the glass door leading back to the campus and gestures to you ‘ladies first'.

A pair of particularly giddy college girls follow you out from behind and giggle amongst themselves about how attractive Gojo is when he keeps the door open for them, leaving you to stand by yourself as he acknowledges them with a lazy half-smile. But much to their dismay, he places an arm around your shoulder after a few strides of his long legs and together you both head toward the campus cafe for a quick bite to eat.

That’s another thing about Gojo, while he has an annoying habit of constantly invading your personal space, he makes up for treating you to free meals and drinks which you appreciate because sometimes you forget to nourish yourself with your hectic schedule between managing your classes, work, and social life.

“Please, if anyone’s my favorite person it’s definitely Suguru. I mean, he’s kind, gentle and considerate? Plus, he wears his hair in a man-bun which I find very cute."

“Even if I said that you’re my favorite?” Gojo admits in a small voice, and the way he said it makes your heart feel heavy. When did he become so sensitive? Normally, he would remark with some lighthearted teasing that you’re crushing on his best friend but he’s been acting strange all day long, a little too quiet and honest for his own good. “Ah, nevermind about that — you want the usual?”

“Yeah, the usual,” you respond after entering the eatery establishment and Gojo gets in line to purchase two croissant sandwiches, lightly toasted, another cup of coffee for you and bottled water for him while you find an empty table. It wasn’t long until Gojo’s seated next to you with a tray and you immediately dig in since you hadn’t realized how famished you were. All that studying really did a number on you, and after checking the time you calculated you had seven minutes to eat before making your way to class if you wanted to be on time.

“Hey, wanna have a movie night after class?” You polish off the last few bites of the savory goodness and dust your hands of crumbs off to the side. “It will definitely cheer me up after I fail miserably on my exam and lab practical.”

“Nuh-uh, don’t do that or you’ll get a forehead flick. You’re gonna be fine, trust me. I’m Gojo Satoru who knows all, remember?”

You roll your eyes at him again, probably for the umpteenth time today, mumbling a quick “yeah, yeah.”

Still, a small smile touches your lips as you take a moment to appreciate him — even behind his facade he's so supportive and encouraging. He knows what to say to keep you grounded through all your anxious and overthinking tendencies, even when you humor yourself with those kinds of jokes he fills you with confidence instead. It really moves you because there’s really no one quite like him who understands you like he does and cares for you like he does.

“Oh, how about a rerun of the Clueless? Crazy Stupid Love? 50 First Dates? You can never go wrong with those,” he suggests and you can’t help but marvel that’s just so Gojo. Most guys would be embarrassed to admit they enjoy watching romantic comedies but never him, and he doesn't feel the need to keep it a secret either. He can’t be a movie connoisseur if he limits himself to certain genres, as he has stated before.

“You and your absolute love for romcoms — but sure, it sounds good to me.”

“Your place or mine?”

You check the current time on your phone in large, bold white letters and it reads 5:28 PM as you trail behind your classmates making their way out the classroom. You send Gojo a quick update on how the exam went and that you're now heading to his apartment. If you were being honest, you don’t even want to think about what kind of score you earned since you were stumped on a couple of questions, but with fingers crossed and a prayer to some deity you hope you made a decent passing grade.

From the classroom to the parking structure, it takes about a fifteen-minute walk across the huge campus. You’re grateful for coordinating with Shoko and scheduled a late afternoon class with her so you’d have each other to walk to your vehicles when the golden sun disappears below the horizon.

“Oh? Date night with that two-meter pole, and we don’t get an invite?” Shoko was referring to her and Geto after she peeks at your phone, and a soft chuckle escapes you since you know the selected genre for tonight isn't really her cup of tea — that much was obvious when she couldn't stay engaged all throughout The Ugly Truth and Love Actually. You almost feel bad for making her sit through the two movies, even though she excused herself a bunch of times for a smoke outside.

“Well, if you insist on watching romcoms you’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Ah, right… Thanks, but no thanks.” You laugh when the shuddering brunette seemed to be having horror flashbacks when she recalled a certain memory.

“Thought so, and it’s not a date night. Satoru and I are just watching a movie, or five.” You’re not really sure why you feel the need to convince Shoko that it’s just a small hangout with Gojo and nothing more. You’ve all known each other long enough to know there’s nothing suggestive or romantic going on between you two, and that the male and female species can simply just be friends. Or is that what you’re trying to sell here?

“Uh-huh.” Her chocolate brown eyes narrow in on you, unconvinced to say the least. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She left you with that last note before changing the subject for the duration of your walk together.

After you both approach the parking structure, you say your good byes and part ways to your respective cars and safely drive to your appointed destination. Still, her words lingered like heavy smoke because you don’t know what she could mean by that. However, it was obvious that even she knew Gojo had a thing for you but you were too oblivious that you kept denying the truth. You decide to put it on the back burner of your mind once you pull into Gojo’s residential area — a twenty-five-minute commute from the college since you had to deal with traffic.

You read the text notification from Gojo that informs you to let yourself in as the elevator takes you up to his floor level, but you don't have to open his message to know that’s how he operates when he knows you’re coming. Maybe you both are way too close for you to know that his passcode is his birthday… and it makes you wonder if Shoko and Geto even have this kind of privilege? But they could easily decipher the code even in a pinch. You shrug it away after the thought because it’s not like you drop in unannounced whenever you feel like it.

“Heeey, I’m here!” You shout out to Gojo after a successful entry, and he signals you that he’s preparing snacks in the kitchen. “You know, you shouldn’t give out your passcode to just anybody. What if I was secretly a serial killer on the prowl?”

“That’s really cute, Y/N. You could never hurt a fly.” His hand comes up to pinch your cheek between his fingers, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he gently tugs before releasing it. You cannot express how much you hate it whenever he does that, but your slow reflexes were also to blame. “Besides, you’re not just anybody to me,” he adds, but his words went over your head as you mouth “ouch” with a slight pout and rub the area to soothe the pain.

“Geez, you’re such a big bully. I’ll definitely remember this.” You scowl at him with your best attempt of an evil eye, but you look so precious that he can’t take you seriously. A hearty laughter erupts from his chest and his fingers twitch to pinch your cherub cheeks once again, but he manages to keep his hands to himself to remain in your good graces.

“Alright, alright. I’ll kiss it better, hm?” He places an affectionate peck to your cheek, causing you to short-circuit in place, and for a moment you supposed having slow reflexes isn’t such a bad thing after all… until he opens his mouth again.

“Adorable. I haven’t even kissed you forreal and you look like you’ve already fallen for me.” Your heart rate begins to accelerate when he leans in just a little bit closer, merely centimeters from tasting your lips where he dreamt about their softness for many years. “You have feelings for me, Y/N?”

Your cheeks burn when the warmth of his breath touches your lips. His sweet gaze to match that coy smile would have you weak in the knees without being able to form a single thought hadn’t you squeezed your outer thigh between your thumb and index to collect your wits so you don’t end up saying something stupid – like confessing or something else you can’t take back. Even though you have always envisioned a moment similar to this, there’s always this ache and sinking feeling in your heart that comes with it.

“You’re the one who made the first move.” He could feel your hand ghosting up to his toned chest, then a firm finger shoves him back to create some distance between you two. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“Answering a question with a question? That’s just like you.” The sound of his throaty chuckle tickles your ears. You’re not surprised how Gojo has a way of deflecting when the conversation sways towards the more sensitive side, but a small part of you also wanted to know how the conversation would end if only you two were honest. “How about we start our movie night, yeah? I know you’ve been dying to get your eyes on Ryan Gosling.”

You express a groan with a hard roll of your eyes, following him from behind as he carries the bowl of popcorn and beverages into the living room. “I said he was cute once and you never let it go, huh?”

As you take your favorite spot on the couch, Gojo begins the movie and the plasma screen flashes in the now darkened room to emulate a private theater vibe. His arms are sprawled behind the couch while you’re tucked beside him and he habitually hand feeds you (an observed love language you made of his — acts of service) then himself some popcorn every now and again, a lingering gaze on your pretty visage before a small giggle escapes you and you’d poke his cheek to face toward the moving pictures again.

About halfway through the movie, he was no longer interested in it as his attention keeps switching between you and the television more times than he can count. His lips parting then closing as though he has something he wants to say, but he keeps deactivating his impulses and running away. So many times it almost slipped out, his abundant love and feelings for you that he’s been stewing on for years and years now. But suddenly a loud voice penetrates his mind, “If not now, when? Just peeping at you behind a post is his way of love?” because it’s not about timing anymore, but his hesitation is holding him back from pursuing the girl of his dreams.

His movements go unnoticed when he leans closer to you, his mouth inches away from the whirl of your ear and instead of words coming out he blows a small puff of hot air. You flinch slightly from the ticklish sensation, whacking a feckless hand on his shoulder because it gave you a surprise. “Heeey. Stop that, or I’ll bite your nose off.”

He knows you don’t mean it when there’s a smile on your face. “Just messin’ with you.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but you brush away your suspicions and resume watching the movie again. Gojo’s little antics went on for another couple of hours even after you switched out romantic comedies and refilled the snacks, and you can sense there’s something occupied in that head of his. Your gut instincts were right when he tries again, a bit more assertive and direct this time instead of continuously beating around the bush.

“Promise me something? That you won’t hate me?” The dreamy flutter of his long lashes makes him appear so innocent and angelic that it becomes such an impossible thing to do — to hate or wish unkind things on someone like him. Especially when you can see the gentleness behind those blue eyes and the loving sweet essence that is so clearly there.

“I could never hate you. Even though you really ask for it sometimes.” Even as a harmless joke, he knows that he probably deserved that one for putting you through all sorts of scenarios — the savory and not so savory ones – but great memories have always ended up as a result, even if you both have to wait a couple years to laugh about it together.

“I’m being serious right now, Y/N.” Gojo leans his weight on you with a nudge, and his nervous laughter breaks through when he’s trying to be genuine. He could feel his palms sweating as he bites the inside of his cheek and his bouncing knee becomes more frenetic. “Say, what if… What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. What would happen then?”

Everything goes silent except for the movie going in the background. You’re dumbfounded on your next move and it takes you a long moment to process the situation. No amount of time could prepare you for this conversation, even when you knew it was bound to happen. Yet at the same time you never expect it to happen because he’s Gojo Satoru and you’re... well, just you.

God, is that why he’s been extra sweet to you these last couple of months? He's been working up the courage to… confess? And just thinking that you’re living through the very moment of it feels so surreal. You remember promising yourself you wouldn’t let your feelings come to light but you’d also be lying if you never thought about the possibility — a constant push and pull of your thoughts.

“What, did all the sappy romance get into your head, Sato?” You tease him just for hell of it, messily running your fingers through his white tufts of hair. An unrestrained and giddy smile on your face nonetheless to lighten his heart. Although underneath your facade, you're hoping this isn't some dream and another moment later you're being abruptly awoken by the sound of your alarm.

“You could say that love is in the air tonight. Just felt a little inspired.” He juts his chin toward the television with a gesture of his hand, right on cue when the couple on screen professes their love to each other followed by a heartfelt and romantic kiss. You don’t miss the way his shimmering blue eyes glance down to your own lips wanting to get a taste of it as he moistens his own. “And I could kiss you right now, you know? Maybe I can make you say it back… I know you feel something too.”

There’s a shift in the air when Gojo tilts forward and you’re completely taken aback by the unexpected fluttering softness of his kiss. His hand comes up to your waist and draws you infinitely closer to his body when he doesn’t feel any resistance from you. He expected you to stop the kiss and push him back, but instead your arms slide around the back of his neck and you melt in his embrace. As your lips and tongue intertwine, your insides light up and feel warm – a garden of butterflies taking flight in your stomach and all you could feel is the heat of his lips against yours.

Slowly, you pull away from Gojo and he chases your lips again, laying the lightest kiss on you that makes your heart do somersaults. His large hand finds its home on your cheek, cradling it and the soft brush of his thumb brings you back to him. “You don’t have to make me say anything. I love you too, Satoru. I guess I always have.”

“So, what does this mean for us? Are you my girlfriend now?”

You huff out a tiny laugh, a bit embarrassed by the new reality fading in as you’re still wrapping your head around the events that happened in the last ten minutes. “Are you my boyfriend now?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “What did I tell you about answering a question with a question?” Though, he doesn't hesitate to seal his promise to you with a chaste kiss and gently rest his forehead against yours, savoring this moment and being a breath away from each other. “I’m all yours, Angel. From this day forward, until the very end.”

BONUS:

“Hey, what do you make of that?” Shoko questions Geto as she points toward your and Gojo’s direction from a distance away, how he keeps trying to grab your hand in his but you’re adamant about swatting it away to hide your newfound relationship. She didn’t hear anything from your movie night with Gojo, but she can sense a change in dynamics. “Something’s definitely up with them.”

“That rascal. When did he suddenly get the heart to do that?” Geto chuckles, and easily deduces that his best friend must have finally had a heart-to-heart with you leading to his confession. However, guessing how you'd want to keep the relationship secret to avoid any potential awkwardness among mutual friends and the gossip that'd transpire across campus, he can honestly sympathize with you. But it would be pretty hilarious to see the look on Gojo’s face when he openly courts you until one of you eventually comes clean.

He then shares a mischievous look with the brunette, “Well, should we have some fun with them?”

[itsjuliee]

eren as your boyfriend

author's note: if you're looking for soft eren then this is your post <3

warnings: none!

Masterlist

let me get this out the way first; I feel like many people think that Eren is a fuckboy in modern au, but baby boy out here being fluffy and soft, only having heart eyes for you 🥺

you both go to the same university, but are majoring in different areas

he's the type that tries to match his class schedule with yours so the both of you can head to and get off school together

during his first year of university, he brought a skateboard to school because he had back to back classes which were on the opposite side of campus

there were a few times where Eren accidentally fell off his skateboard when heading to class. the reason? you. he spotted you walking to class and ended up getting too distracted, which made him lose his balance

"babe, isn't our relationship romantic? I literally fell for you! haha get it??" you were close to scolding him, but you can't help from cracking a smile while you place a bandage on his scraped elbow

the both of you making it a tradition to grab ice cream after class on Fridays as a reward for the two of you surviving the school week

he refuses to order ice cream in a plastic cup for you, ALWAYS ice cream in a waffle cone as he claims "you should eat like royalty baby girl/boy , don't let any other people treat you differently" 😌 (really giving off the free salsa vibe)

hockey player Eren? HOCKEY PLAYER EREN.

he's been playing since elementary school because Carla signed him up. she thought that Eren had too much energy and got slightly destructive at home (like a puppy when they don't get enough exercise). Thankfully, Eren ended up loving the sport!

he definitely got the talent for hockey, plus he's naturally athletic

3 weeks into dating and he's already hinting at you wearing his jersey to his games

"it's getting cold, I think you should wear this so you won't get sick" (passing his jersey to you while side eyeing you like 👀 ) "thanks! i'll return it later toni-" "no! um- I mean, you should keep it..you know..for future...events.."

when he takes off his helmet and pushes his hair back at the end of each game, you bet his eyes are already on you

he would accompany you to your prof's office hours quite often. to the point where she knows Eren's name "Hi Y/N it's nice to see you again- oh hey Eren!"

whenever you're having a hard time looking for something in your backpack, he would take it from you and wear it on his front so it's easier for you to find whatever you're looking for

he's surprisingly good at math, so often times he wouldn't mind being your math tutor, and would even buy snacks for the both of you

whenever you go over to his place, he constantly has a stash of Pocky in his room

he even tried to get you to play the Pocky game with him a few times, and it always ended up with a lot of kisses and giggles

he insists on taking you home whenever you're out late, makes sure that you get inside your house before driving off

talking about driving, Eren LOVES to drive

he would call you up and ask if you're down for a late night drive

there's always at least a hoodie and blanket in the backseat of his car that's specifically for you in case you get cold

you already know that this man got one hand on the steering wheel while the other on your thigh, squeezing it every so often

one time during office hour, your prof joked about whether you guys are going to invite her to the wedding, and if Eren got the engagement ring yet

Eren promptly answered that she will be invited, and that he's working very hard to save up for the ring. you laughed it off because you thought he was joking

little did you know that he wasn't joking. he knew very early on that you're going to be the one that he's settling with, and even told Carla that you're gonna be her daughter/son in law. he's just saving up money right now so he can get you that ring that he's been eyeing 💓

[bamsywrites]

Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too.  That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away.  “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!

[missinghan]

night changes ⤖ bang chan

❖ genre : friends to lovers! au; fluff; 

❖ word count : 5.3k

❖ warning : explicit language & mentions of alcohol

❖ summary : kissing Bang Chan was never on your New Year's resolutions list but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

one.

This is probably the tenth wedding you’ve been asked to plan out and as always, you’re not having it. 

In your defense, there are countless reasons to hate a wedding. 

One, all of your friends are out and about, running into the love of their lives like it was meant to be. Soon enough, all of your girls’ night out would be cancelled in replacement for their date nights. The next thing you know is that you’re now standing somewhere in the audience while they’re having their soon-to-be husband slipping the wedding band on their ring finger. Meaning, all you can answer during every family gathering about your non-existent love life is “I‘m not seeing anyone.” 

Two, you don’t trust someone enough for them not to break your heart because you’re incredibly terrified of commitment. A single vow and a piece of paper simply means nothing if their feelings for you fade as time passes by. And obviously, they’d feel obligated not to leave you behind because, well, like they’ve said before - “I do.”

Three, people always say, if you love something, you have to learn to let it go. From your point of view, that’s just total bullshit. If you love something so badly, why should you even let it go in the first place ? You’re supposed to hold onto to it like your life depends on it, even if it makes you seem utterly pathetic. And you’re the kind of person who falls in love with someone, then let your entire universe revolves around them. Not to mention, you’d always end up getting hurt anyway. 

Four, who the fuck would want to get married on New Year’s Eve ? Kim Woojin, unfortunately. 

Not only do you feel personally called out because your best friend knows that you’re super single and super antisocial at the same time, but also because your other friends have already got themselves a kiss before 2020 even strikes. No doubt, you’d rather stay at home and cuddle with your dog instead. At least he’s willing to give you kisses at all times. 

Worst case scenario ? You can still sit back and chat with your favorite person in the whole wide world. Hyunjin is easily mistaken by people that he’s either a player or a fuckboy, but in reality, he’s the literal definition of a ‘Hot Cheetos’. Meaning, he’s quite the looker but has the IQ of a freaking Cheetos despite his sparkly GPA because he’s just lost all the time. Anyhow, you never take his company for granted. He would rather take a step back and watch others party until they pass out on the floor, very much similar to you. In conclusion, you guys are practically platonic soulmates. 

“How’s Felix been doing with that girl from work ?” You ask while sipping on the glass of rosé that a waitress has politely offered. Getting hammered tonight isn’t a bad choice, you figure as soon as ‘Beautiful in white’ starts playing in the background. 

Hyunjin purses his lips and stares at his glass of bubbly water. “He was shaking while talking to her via text. Via text ! Fucking pathetic.” He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “At this rate, I’ll have no choice but to steal his phone and ask her out on a date in courtesy of him.” 

You nod in acknowledgement. “He didn’t even have the courage to confess to the girl in Park’s business class back in college. How is he gonna get with someone from work where everything’s more complex and dramatic ? If he doesn’t have a girlfriend by next year, I’ll make him marry Seo Changbin.” Frowning at the burning sensation from the alcohol, you shake your head before placing the glass down. That’s too much wine for today. 

You low-key feel bad for Felix and high-key wants to grill his ass at the same time. He might not be very smart, academically, but his hardworking nature made up for everything and that’s why he’d always excel in every single class that he attended. And if you were one of those shallow girls who are all about appearances and shit, you’d definitely fall for him. With a decently attractive face and chiseled abs, he already had your whole school down on their knees back then. 

Okay, you might have exaggerated but Lee Felix is really something else. If only people could take more effort in getting to know him, he’s not just another pretty face to look at because nobody’s perfect. Felix is that kid who ran on three hours of sleep back in school because he had to finish homework then played video games in the dark until he’s sick of it. His parents’ bank accounts were probably mortified because they had to pay for their son’s eye surgery sooner or later. 

But he is your stepbrother after all, in spite of his flaws. 

“Wait, isn’t that Bang Chan from Changbin’s hip hop trio ? 3racha right ?” You notice a familiar face in the midst of chaotic people. 

Hyunjin cranes his neck over the crowd and spots Chan almost immediately. “Oh right, we did decide to keep in touch but haven’t really talked that much. I heard they got signed into a music production company so things have been a bit crazy for them. You know, the music industry. Problematic as shit.” 

Truth is, you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on Chan back in the good old days college. You’ve only talked for a couple of times since he’s a mutual friend through Changbin but never really got the chance to get to know him because you’re extremely awkward when it comes to an authentic, in real life conversation. You’re also not the type to fall for someone twice but Chan looks really good tonight.

So your heart says otherwise. 

two.

Not thoughts. Head empty. Just Chan. 

Kim Woojin just has to have you and Chan sitting at the same table. Now he’s barely eight feet away and you’re already feeling the need to take a breather. You practically lost your feelings for him in the middle of your senior year because of the overloading amount of work and because you never mustered enough courage to ask for his number. But he’s currently right in front of you, too busy all smiling and laughing at Changbin’s dumb jokes to notice the mini mental debate that’s happening inside your head. 

Chan has never appealed to you as much of a fashionista like Hyunjin because in college, he usually showed up with long-sleeved shirts, shorts and caps. Black all the way from head to toe. But now you’re starting to wonder if Hyunjin got his good taste from Chan because he can effortlessly pulls off a simple black suit and steals your heart with ease. 

He’s wearing a one button suit with notch lapel, giving it a formal yet smart, casual look without overdressing. His white dress shirt is tucked inside his slacks neatly, hugging his body perfectly, and you know that he still takes good care of himself by the crispness of the cuffs. The matte finish of the black fabric makes the whole look that much more expensive with minimal effort. In which, makes your navy blazer over a silky black shirt, and matching pants extremely pale in comparison. Your black heels are also digging into your feet and you’re starting to regret the amount of money that you’ve spent on them. 

You’re looking like you’re about to attend a meeting while Chan looks like he’s next on the red carpet for some award show. Oh the things you do to plan out your best friend’s wedding. You just can never imagine yourself frantically running from one place to another in a cocktail dress or a full-on gown. Not even in the next life. 

“Christ, I miss my flats.” You wince slightly when the stilettos dig into the back of your feet, outstretching red marks across your skin when you try to sit down. Long story short, someone messed up the entire menu the day right before the wedding and nobody noticed it until you walked into the kitchen fifteen minutes ago for a last-minute checkup. So you’re obligated to spend another ten minutes trying to figure things out while having Jisung entertain everyone by a spicy session of the Pocky Game. Classic. 

Seungmin frowns. “Just go bare-footed, the floor is decently clean. This place is a five-starred restaurant after all.” He gently helps you remove the undeniably uncomfortable shoes, tossing them under the table not long after. Your feet finally stop yelling at you for the first time since the past hours and you too, think that it was the wisest decision you’ve made tonight. 

“Thanks Min, I really should have just said ‘fuck heels’ and gone with boots instead.” You smile weakly at your friend, feeling drained from the amount of work that you’ve put into Woojin’s wedding. Although weddings are still considered annoying in your eyes but Woojin has been there for you through every ups and downs. He’s the person who’d picked you up from really shitty parties and also the only one who’d cooked you hangover soup plenty of times because you just can’t accept how low your alcohol tolerance is for your own good. 

Speaking of which, your best friend creeps up from behind you out of nowhere and almost gives you a cardiac arrest. “How does it feel to eye-fuck my best friend in the middle of my wedding who’s also your ex-crush ?” He says and swings an arm around your shoulder. 

You quickly snap out of it, looking at him in disbelief while jolting up from your seat. “I’m not a freaking stalker— and your best friend, what ? Fuck you.” Woojin is usually pretty chill compared to your chaotic group of friends but when he’s in the mood to pester you, you swear to God, he’s louder than Han Jisung and Lee Minho combined. 

“Hmm, it’s about time anyway.” Woojin hums. He’s having that kind of smirk which makes you want to knock the daylight out of him as he angles his wrist to take a closer look at his watch. “Would you guys just kiss already ? Chan’s not coming back for a good year or so. 3racha and their dumb business trips.” This time, the playfulness in his voice disappears and a glint of sadness is evident in the corner of his eye. Regardless of how many times they drive each other insane, Woojin could never trade his friendship with Chan for anything else. How could he ? 

But wait, Chan isn’t coming back until the very next year ?

“Who said that our business trips are dumb ?” Someone voices from behind you. 

In that moment, when you turn around and see his beautiful face, you quickly come to a conclusion that this is rocket science. Talking to your crush is so fucking complicated you wish that they taught you this in school. Like okay, you know that a thermite reaction is basically what happens when metal burns. And if you perform it on a block of ice, you end up with a spectacular explosion. But still, there’s no spark in your dry ass love life. 

“Oh, hey Chan—“ You attempt to turn on your heels to meet his eyes but your feet fail you for the tenth time of the night, and gravity is apparently a bitch, which means you fall forward onto something which means you’re now on top of Chan which means he’s being crushed underneath your weight consider all you’ve been eating are donuts for breakfast and lunch while skipping dinner for the past few weeks.  

Chan flutters his eyes open, watching how heat slowly flares across your cheeks with mild interest. “Hey,” He grins, both dimples are fully on display. “Long time no see.” 

“Oh my god, Chan ! I’m so sorry !” You frantically try to get off of him and offer him a hand to stand up straight. You’ve officially entered panic mode when he grabs your hand firmly enough to lift himself up again. His touch feels absolutely magical because his hand perfectly envelopes your smaller one with ease. As if it’s personally mold by whatever god up there to interlock with yours. 

Chan laughs at your flustered state, giving your hand a squeeze in reassurance before slipping his fingers out of yours completely. “It’s fine, but shit, how much did you drink ?” 

Needless to say, you miss his touch. 

three.

Ryujin deadpans. “Kiss-him-already.” Your roommate proceeds to kick your foot from under the table when she sees Chan excusing himself from the table. 

Shin Ryujin don’t have to own the eyes of a legit eagle to see right through your nervous chuckles and the small glances that you keep throwing at Chan throughout dinner. It’s a pain in the ass to witness ‘awkward middle school Y/N’ all over again but at least she’d have something to post on her story in return. 

You let out a barely audible groan because she is in fact, being so fucking obvious. Like hello ? Chan’s not blind, nor deaf and not to mention, he has a whole group of idiotic friends who have their phones out at all time to record any juicy moments during special occasions. Especially when it’s Woojin’s wedding. 

But when you actually think about it, you’d definitely kick yourself too. Just thirty minutes ago, you had the perfect chance to strike a decent conversation with him yet your brain decided to have you chicken out of the situation instead. Everything was perfect to the T, the settings, the way that he smiles at you, the way that your heart picks up the pace just for him. But you indeed have to fuck up by blurting out the most pathetic little “I gotta go, the restaurant manager just texted me” to ever exist. 

“Ryujin, I don’t think that’s how you help.” Jeongin supplies unhelpfully over a mouthful of crème brûlée, a desert dish that he can’t even pronounce properly. He swallows the big bite and pops another raspberry into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously. “This entire situation needs to be handled professionally.” He declares as if he’s THE expert. Good gracious, he’s quite the bad boy in highschool but those days are long gone. 

Jeongin leaves his seat and cracks his knuckles dramatically. “Desperate times call for desperate measures. Changbin, give me a hand.” He waves Changbin over from the opposite side of the table. “You, me, on a count of three, get Y/N to the balcony for her New Year’s kiss. We better hurry cause we only got ten minutes to squeeze. Three, two, one.” 

“No, no, no, oh my god PUT ME DOWN !”

It’s like every single neuron within the other one hundred million in Changbin’s brain cells is connected to Jeongin’s because before you can even object, the two of them easily shove you through the crowd of people who are swaying their bodies to the slow, sensual melody. When you can breathe normally again, your vision quickly adjusts itself on the surroundings, which is the restaurant rooftop terrace. 

The cozy outdoor space features plenty of potted plants and contemporary furnishings. A sectional is complemented by an outdoor wicker square coffee table and a fabric covered butterfly chair. And there’s Chan, leaning against the black rail while admiring the city’s skyline. Your heart is thumping inside your rib cage so strongly that you can feel it through the veins on the back of your neck. 

“Be subtle.” Jeongin pushes your back as soon as he sees your dreamy expression and he quickly drag Changbin away from the scene before he can even whip out his phone. 

With his back profile facing you, Chan suddenly inquires calmly. “Are you gonna come here by yourself or do I have to hold your hand again ?”

You purse your lips. “Sure mom, I’m coming.” Yeah, real subtle. 

After when you approach Chan and let your forearm dangling in midair from the steel rails, you can’t help but stare at him like a complete dumbass. Moon is lighting up his skin and breaking through his hair, the light embraces him elegantly like a halo of his own, leaving you completely astonished. Although he looks so ethereal in this moment, there’s also something else within his present that makes you a little fuzzy inside. Just like college, but stronger, more profound. 

“How come you never asked for my number back then ?” Chan turns sideways and flashes you that boyish grin of his. He must know the effect that he has on you to keep playing with your heart like this. But also what ?

You’re gobsmacked at what he said, eyes as wide as a goldfish’s. “I didn’t even— how did you know ? It’s because of Jisung, isn’t it— my fucking God.” Words spill out from your lips one after another as if you've totally lost control of your own senses. When you’re able to finally snap it close, you also realize that too much has been said. All of your embarrassing moments were probably foiled right under your nose because Changbin and Jisung are two little big-mouthed shitheads. 

Chan just laughs wholeheartedly because he’s secretly a sadist who loves to see you being a blushing mess. “I really should have just made the first move, huh ?” When you give him a confused look, he just sighs and takes out his phone. He goes straight into his contact list and shows you the screen with your name and number displayed on it. “Lix slid your number into my locket during your sophomore year, you’re quite clueless too because he clearly didn’t know how to hide secrets back then.”

“You had my number this whole time ?!” You exclaim rather loudly, mentally debating whether you should hug Lee Felix or throw him into a tank full of sharks. “Then how come you never gave me a call ?” A smile unknowingly outstretches on your lips when you find out that you’re not the only one who has been hesitating for a while. At least now you know that the feelings aren’t necessarily not mutual. 

This time, it’s Chan’s turn to blush. In which you think he’s too cute when his pale cheeks are replaced by a coral shade of red. You start to wonder what it feels like to caress them with the tips of your fingers, to trace along his jaw and to run your hand through his locks of hair. And before he slips his phone back into his pocket, you catch a glimpse of his lock screen - a picture of Berry with the time displayed above her head [11:57p.m.].

Three minutes until 2020. 

“Never got the courage to.” He confesses timidly. “I really thought that you wanted to ignore me for a second there. You know, the whole ‘the restaurant manager just texted me’ and you were avoiding my eyes. Not gonna lie Y/N, that shit stings.” 

You roll your eyes at him. “FYI Christopher, it is scientifically proven that when a guy likes a girl, he looks straight into her eyes but when a girl has feelings for a guy, she simply looks away.” Despite the fact that you sound like a nerd, Chan still laughs it off since he’s a bit out of it because of the margarita that he downed about an hour ago. The alcohol really has to kick it right now, not before, not later, right-now. 

Two minutes. Time is ticking. The decade is ending. 

This is one of those moments where you wish time would just stop for a second because you’re already having too much on your mind yet too little time. The fact that Chan is looking at you with his dark brown eyes, full of liveliness and all, does not help to cope with the situation either. 

He smiles sadly. “Y/N, I’m not coming back to Seoul until next year’s January.” 

“I know,” You interrupts him awkwardly. “Woojin told me.”

“Do you want me not to—“

“Christ no ! Why would I ?”

God, how do people do this ? Do they just go for it ? No one told you that snatching yourself a kiss would be this hard. You really should have planned everything out first. “Chan, I—“ You blurt but mentally facepalm yourself not longer after. It’s not gonna work out anyway. “Whatever, I’ll just head back inside, it’s freezing out here.” 

One minute. Only sixty seconds left. 

Those words which left your lips ten seconds ago finally knock some sense into Chan and have his eyes twice as big as before when you suddenly walk away. He instinctively grabs your wrist and turns you around. Nothing seems to make sense anymore when all you feel is Chan’s hand holding onto your waist as if you’re gonna disintegrate into dust the moment he lets you go. His other hand gently caresses your chin and quickly decreases the gap between your lips. 

Shivers bubble up on your skin as Chan’s mouth repeatedly brushes against yours, backing you up against the wall. All you can do to deal with the mess running through your mind at the speed of light is to lay your palms onto his firm chest for dear life. The feeling of his soft lips makes you feel like you’ve just spent the whole night by the bar where Minho is mixing up some sketchy looking drinks with you chugging from one glass to another without hesitation. Undeniably intoxicating. 

Chan smiles into the kiss when you suddenly grab a fistful of his tie to pull him in closer, deepening you both into the downward spiral full of tenderness and devotion. Although he’s not your first kiss but Chan will definitely be on your mind all day all night for the next few weeks because this kiss is the kind of kiss that leaves you a bit lightheaded but can put a dumb, lovestruck smile on your face anytime. 

A small ‘clank’ occurs out of nowhere, making you two flinch. When you break away from the kiss, Jisung is standing there in front of the glass door dumbfoundedly with a can of Coke lying on the concrete floor. “Uhm- sorry. I didn’t know that the rooftop is already taken.” He coughs awkwardly and picks up the red aluminum can. 

Woojin isn’t allowing a single drop of alcohol inside his body since he’s the chosen one tonight to drive everyone home after when they all get shitfaced. “Just so you guys know… we’re having cake. It’s— it’s confetti by the way Y/N, your favorite. So.. uhm yeah.. come back whenever you guys are ready— we’ll just— just wait haha, okay bye.” 

And that is how Han Jisung learnt how to run. As if he’s Usain Bolt before Usain Bolt was even Usain Bolt. You’ve never seen him running away from something so fast before. He’s not gonna get a good sleep tonight, that’s for sure. 

“So…” Chan drawls and you love how his cheeks are still tinted pink, his cool breath fanning your forehead. Fireworks are crackling and whistling in the background, painting the sky with different shades of glitter. Like an explosion of paint on a black canvas but you can’t care less when you already have him by your side like this. Talking about kicking off the New Year by kissing your ex-crush, how drama material. 

“Do you still want my number or nah ?” 

You almost scoff at him. “I believe that’s not how CB97 get all the girls.” 

Chan grunt softly before pulling you into his embrace, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’ve been clowned enough for ‘Wow’ already.” And you just stand there with your hands clasped onto his back, letting every single word, every single moment sink into you like you’re rewatching an old movie. That’s also when you realize that, you just got yourself a New Year’s kiss. 

“I’ll miss you, Chan.” You whisper into his ear, teary-eyed. 

“Well, you know what they say : Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” He replies like the exceptional composer that he is, holding onto you firmly. Just firmly enough because he wants to hold you like you’re a single snowflake, threatening to disappear if he accidentally squeezes too tightly, but will easily slip away if he doesn’t hold you back. Chan might not know what the future has in store for him but he knows that everything will turn out just fine as long as you’re right here, in his embrace. 

Nothing matters when he has both of his hands clenched and remains still in your heart. 

four.

[ 3:25a.m. ] 

shrek | take care :pp I hate you.

quokka | I’ll give you half of my salary when I get back so please don’t kill me for dropping your favorite mug =)))

Another thing school has yet succeeded in teaching you : how to not be late to literally every single important moment in your goddamn life. 

It’s barely forty-five minutes before the flight and you’re THIS close to having a mental breakdown because Chan is actually horrible. Yeah, you kissed him three hours ago and he’s just gonna repay you by booking a flight at three in the morning ? His friends aren’t the best either, really. If Jisung didn’t text you on when you’re brushing your teeth then you would have curled up in your blanket and dozed off. 

2020 just arrived and everyone’s already gone wild with their schedules for trips and vacations. Even from the inside of your car, you can still hear people cursing at one another from across the street and be able to bathe in the smell of smoke and gasoline shit. You scrunch your nose at the particular ways someone people prefer to park their cars and carefully park yours neatly in the corner. It’s definitely gonna take some time when you go back to get your car. 

Just when you frantically grab your keys and phone your purse before stepping out of the vehicle, you quickly realize that there’s absolutely no need for you to show up. Chan didn’t ask for it, Jisung and Changbin didn’t even ask for it, they just simply wanted to ‘notify’ you about their departure. But there’s still something that’s stirring inside your stomach, which makes it even harder to concentrate while driving. 

So you’re determined to find out what that is before he leaves. 

And that is also why you’ve chosen to push yourself through the sweaty lines of people queuing up for security, luggage check-in, shopping, and other boring paperwork. Everyone is obviously a bit ticked off since business in airport is slower than a sloth when it comes to holidays. If you were them, you would have just taken a nap on one of the spare benches while waiting for your flight. But the problem is : there’s no empty seats. There are literal people using their jackets as a mattress to sleep on the floor that janitors clean up one two many times with bleach. How tragic. 

Besides, it’s been forever since you’ve come to the airport and now you feel like a fucking caveman, just watching the bustling, noisy life passing by with wide eyes. Meaning, you have no fucking idea where their gate is, but you do know that if you’re stubborn enough to have a five-minute staring contest with the map, you’ll figure it out. Hopefully. 

After ten minutes of struggling with the map in your hands that’s getting kind of damped from your sweaty palms, you eventually spend another five minutes to race yourself through the packed airport to get to Gate 9 before the plane takes off. 

You feel like you really should treat yourself afterwards since running through the airport brings you back to the marathon competition in middle school, the only difference is that it’s ten times more exhausting and time consuming. Changbin better gives you what ever the fuck of a healthy juice and aloe vera sheetmasks that he stores in packs of four inside his carry-on because you’re 80% sure that you look like a strip beef jerky that’s been staying in the oven for way too long. 

[ 3:40a.m. ]

y/n | where tf are you guys ?

Just when you finish texting Changbin, you spot Chan in front of a vending machine, struggling with a wallet, and three other water bottles in his arms. And you start pondering how people still think that God is fair and rightful. How is he so fair when he can make Chan look like a freaking celebrity in a simple white dress shirt with black jeans while you’re looking like a raccoon in your denim jacket and leggings ? How is he so rightful when all it takes Chan is one single glance to send your heartbeat over the edges ? But whatever, fuck that. You’re just gonna be slightly salty about Chan looking better than you all the time. Slightly, that is. 

Nonetheless, he makes you smile like no other. “Chan !” You call out his name like a maniac, running towards him with no hesitation. Because he’s it, he’s your endgame, and you want to know what it feels like to hold him for the last time before he’s gonna be seven thousand miles away from you for a good three hundred and sixty-five days. 

Chan widens his eyes out of surprise when you crash yourself into his embrace, knocking the water bottles onto the tiled floor along with his wallet. Though, he soon regains conscious when his nostrils are filled with your scent, his arms shaking around your waist like second nature. He suddenly smiles brightly, and genuinely in a fairly long time. That alone is enough to prove that you’re the only one who’s capable of making him feel loved. 

Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Are you here to ask for my number ?” 

“Right, that.” Your mouth forms an ‘o’ in realization. “And.. and… I- I love you, okay ?” 

The grin on his face just can’t get any wider now or else his mouth is gonna crack and bleed tremendously. “What was that ?” 

“I’m not saying that twice !”

“No, tell me !”

Truthfully, love isn’t just about the horrifying commitment or the metal band wrapped around your ring finger. Love is the persistency in accompanying, offering a shoulder for someone to lean on, so they can be free from reframing themselves in order to not be frowned upon by society. Meaning, they can let go of their pride during hard times, just bursting into tears like a child. The burden is shared and lifted slightly from their shoulders and that’s how love adds a bit of sweetness into reality.

In fact, movies are realistically based on real life, it’s just that everything’s filtered to be picture perfect because humans only see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear. In reality, there’s no certainty that someone will be there to pick you up nor life will leave you alone when you’ve had enough. You won’t even have the slightest chance to look upon the sky and let your tears pour back into your heart, crying is impossible. No, actually, the world is nice, but reality is disastrous so it is your birthright to be terrified of the smallest things. May time be against you, may reality kick you to the curb, may the whole world have their backs turn onto you, you can still hold onto a fragile beam of hope that the entire universe is on your side because you couldn’t have asked for a better person to walk into your life than Chan.

And to him, you’re gonna worth every mile between you both.

❖ p/s : pt.2 is out now!

[therainroguefanfiction]

⚘ Karasuno Alumni (Daichi Sawamura)

Genre: Slice of Life, AU, Fluff, Friendship

Word Count: 3,132

Pairing: Reader x Daichi

World: Haikyuu

Prompt(s): A bought the last piece of [item] that B was about to get. / “I have nothing to lose.” / Tattoo Artist AU

Author’s Note: This was written for the weekly-prompt (08/19/20) over on @hqbookclub​ ‘s discord server – you should check it out if you haven’t It should be noted that I do not have tattoos and I know nothing about tattooing. I asked a couple different people and watched a couple videos, but it’s hard to understand if you haven’t experienced it yourself so I kinda just wrote what I imagine would take place and how it would feel. So yeah.

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You didn’t get cravings very often, but when you did, they drove you absolutely batty until you got the object that you suddenly desired so badly. This was especially annoying at midnight when all you wanted to do was sleep but your brain wouldn’t stop craving for some strawberry flake pocky which, not so conveniently, was sold only at the quick mart about twenty minutes away from your house.

With a groan, you forced yourself out of bed, throwing on whatever clothes you could find quickly as you grumbled under your breath about how much you hated your brain and its ability to act like a damn toddler. And nearly thirty minutes later, you found yourself approaching the quick mart, still grumbling under your breath, though, at this point, it was more noises than words.

The glass doors slid open, a burst of cold air hitting the top of your head and causing a shiver to go down your spine. The cashier, a young girl that should probably be in bed and not working at one in the morning, smiled brightly upon your entrance.

“Welcome!”

You nodded at her before heading toward the back of the store where your precious pocky was located. The pocky was lined up at the end of the aisle, appearing in your line of sight as soon as you turned the corner, but the lack of flavors was startling. Normally, the shelf would be packed with the treats, but they had clearly become much more popular than normal. The shelves were nearly empty, offering only a few boxes in varying flavors. Your eyes scanned what was left, praying to whatever deity you could think of that they had the flavor you so desired.

Just as your eyes landed on the strawberry flake pocky, a large hand shot out, fingers curling around the very last box before pulling it from the shelf. Time seemed to move in slow motion as your eyes trained on the box like a hawk, watching as it was placed into the plastic basket being held by the perpetrator.

The man in question was pretty tall, standing probably around five-foot-nine, and his body was well defined with muscles. You could just barely make out the tattoo of a crow in mid-flight peeking out from the collar of his sweater. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was attractive with his messy raven hair and dark brown eyes, but the only thing you could focus on was the fact that he had just taken the last feckin’ box of strawberry flake pocky.

He finally noticed your intense stare, turning his dark eyes to meet yours. “It’s not polite to stare, you know,” he teased, the corner of his lips twitching up.

You scowled at him. “It’s also not polite to steal someone’s pocky!”

His brow quirked at that, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I didn’t steal anything. It was on the shelf, free for anyone to take. Maybe you should have been faster.”

In your tired, annoyed state, you didn’t recognize the teasing tone he was using and took it as a challenge. When he tried to step past you, your hand shot up, palm flat against his chest to push him backward. You resolve faltered for just a moment when you felt his toned chest tensing beneath your hand, but you quickly shook the thoughts from your head. “Give me back my pocky, you jerk!”

His eyes darkened, smile turning to a scowl as he grabbed your wrist to remove your hand from his chest. You could feel how strong he was from the amount of restraint he was showing. If he wanted to, he could easily hurt you, but his grip was soft, just enough to hold you back. “Maybe if you asked nicely I would have considered it, but since you’re being so rude, I’m gonna say no. Have a good night.” He released his grip on your wrist and headed for the front of the store.

Your eyes widened a bit at his words and you realized that you were being a complete jerk. Sure, you could use the lack of sleep and your shitty day as an excuse, but it was just that – an excuse. Shaking your head, you bolted toward the front of the store, intent on apologizing to the man, but he was already gone. You could only stand there feeling like a shitty person for being so rude to a man you had never even met before.

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“Y/N!” Tsuko, your childhood best friend, burst into your dorm room without knocking and, since you were in the middle of erasing a failed equation, you ended up jumping and tearing the page.

You groaned, slamming your face onto the desk. Math was bad enough, but now you had to recopy everything because of the torn page and that did not sound like a good time for you. “How many times do I have to tell you to knock, woman?”

“Sorry~” She giggled, not sounding the least bit sorry. “I have the best news!”

You hummed as you tore the page from the notebook, beginning to re-copy the notes on a fresh, clean one. You were not really interested in whatever gossip she had to offer this time because this was a regular occurrence with her and it was mostly about other student’s relationships.

“Okay, so,” she plopped down on the side of your bed. “I met a guy in class today that knows Anne, you know, the exchange student from the states, who is good friends with Ako, that really cute football scholar in his third year, who heard from Carl, the half-Japanese kid that’s weirdly obsessed with tomatoes, who is best friends with Nia, that girl that was featured in Art Monthly in January, who happens to know -”

You slammed your head back on the desk, the notes completely forgotten as her word vomit swirled in your ears. First off, you didn’t know any of those people and you really didn’t care about them or what incredible thing they had passed along to a million different people. It was like one of those chain games you played as a kid – one person says something before passing it on to another and, by the time it got to the end of the line, it was something completely different from what it once was. “Tsuko, please spare me any further pain and just get to the point.”

She rolled her brown eyes, “You’re so dramatic, Y/N. Anywho, let’s get tattoos!”

“Heh?”

“Nia knows a guy that does tattoos at a discounted price for Karasuno alumni!” She clapped her hands excitedly. “I set us up with an appointment tomorrow afternoon!”

“You -” your eye twitched in annoyance as you looked at her, but your gaze softened when you saw how excited she was. She had always been super into tattoos and had dreamed of getting one since she was thirteen-years-old and her mom married a guy that was covered in them. You were happy she was finally getting one, but why did you have to get one, as well? Sure, you thought tattoos were absolutely gorgeous and you could definitely appreciate an attractive man with them, but you had never actually considered getting one yourself. “I don’t know… What would I even get? Aren’t tattoos supposed to have meaning behind them? It’s not really something you just decide on the fly, you know?”

“That’s true,” she agreed, tapping her chin. “But you really loved your time at Karasuno, right? You said it was the best time of your life! So why not commemorate that with a tattoo?”

You frowned. “Getting the name of a high school tattooed on my body sounds super tacky.”

“Not the name!” She clicked her tongue in annoyance before pulling out her phone. After a few taps, she stood up to thrust the device in your face, showing off various drawings and designs of crows. “You can get the school’s mascot – a crow!”

You hummed as you took her phone, scrolling through the various images she had found on google with a simple search. Some of them did look pretty cool and you had loved your time at Karasuno. Sometimes you even found yourself wishing that you were back in high school when things were so much simpler and easier. The more you thought about the idea, the more you liked it.

“So~, what do you say?” Tsuko clapped her hands together, giving you the best puppy dog eyes she could manage.

“Well,” you answered after a moment’s pause. “I guess I have nothing to lose. Sure, let’s do it.”

“Yes!” She threw her arms around your neck, squeezing you against her chest. “You’re the bestest friend in the world, Y/N!”

You slapped her arms frantically, “Then let me breathe!”

“Oh, oops.” With a giggle, she released you, allowing you to take in a large gulp of air.

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Tsuko parked the car in front of the small tattoo shop nestled between a used bookstore and a fast-food chicken place. This did little to boost your confidence and you grabbed her arm before she could leave the car.

“Are you sure this place is legit? Did you research it? Look up reviews? What’s the -”

“Y/N!” She rolled her eyes. “This place comes highly recommended. Don’t tell me you’re going to chicken out at the last moment.”

“I’m not, I just…”

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for our appointment!”

With a sigh, you climbed out of her car and followed her to the door, glancing up at the bell above the door when it chimed loudly. On either side of the door were metal chairs lined against the class walls. Directly across from the door was an L-shaped desk with a computer on the right and various drawings scattered across its surface. A wall hid the tattooing area, offering a small opening on the left to pass through.

Tsuko stepped up to the counter while you hung back a bit, staying near the door. A moment passed before a tall man with a shaved head appeared in the doorway, covered in head to toe in various tattoo styles, piercings in both ears and on the left side of his bottom lip. He honestly looked terrifying.

His small eyes fell on Tsuko and his face brightened, a streak of red crawling across his face as he practically skipped over to the counter. “Hey, babe! You lookin’ to get a tattoo?”

“We are!” Tsuko chirped, clearly interested in this man even though she had only just met him. “We have an appointment, actually.”

“I gotchu,” he winked, stepping behind the counter to check the computer. “Ah, you two the Karasuno alumni?”

“Yep!”

“Perfect! Come on back and we’ll get to work!”

Tsuko didn’t hesitate to follow him and you sighed, trailing behind as you chewed on your bottom lip. Honestly, you were feeling kind of scared, but you didn’t want your best friend to think bad of you for chickening out, as she called it. How bad could it be, really? You weren’t afraid of needles and your pain tolerance was pretty high, so you were confident that you could make it through. Plus, you’d have a pretty bomb tattoo to show for it.

‘Hopefully,’ you thought as your eyes scanned the framed drawings lining the backroom. ‘These drawings look amazing, but there’s no way to prove that they did these.’

The man led the two of you to one of the plush chairs, motioning with his arms as his eyes stayed trained on your friend. “Have a seat, princess, and I’ll be right with you!”

She giggled in response, falling into the chair with a flushed face.

“As for you,” his eyes fell on you and you swallowed at how darker they got. “Follow me!”

You glanced at your friend, but her eyes were trained on the man’s back, offering you no support as you followed him a few chairs down on the opposite side of the room.

“Have a seat,” he grinned at you before turning toward the back of the room where a lone door sat, cupping his mouth. “Yo, Daichi! You got a customer!”

“Coming!”

You pulled out the folded piece of paper in your pocket that had several printed illustrations of crows in various poses. You had printed it out last night to try and help out the tattooer rather just saying, ‘I want a crow.’

“Hello, my name is Daichi and I’ll be -”

Your eyes met dark ones that widened in time with your own. Standing before you in a tight, black muscle shirt was the man that had taken your pocky the other night. Without any sleeves, you could see the dragon tattoo curling around his left arm, a light pink lotus flower clutched between its claws. On his right bicep was a crow sitting atop a volleyball and, of course, the crow in mid-flight could be seen more clearly on his neck.

Daichi cleared his throat, putting on an obviously forced smile. “I’ll be your tattooist today. What are you looking to get?”

“O-Oh, umm…” You handed him the paper with a shaking hand, unable to look him in the eye. Your face was burning with embarrassment and you were torn on whether or not you should mention what happened that night. You really wanted to apologize, but you weren’t entirely sure how, especially when one wrong word could land you in a world of hurt.

He took the paper, careful not to touch your hand with his as he glanced over the printed designs. “You want a crow?”

“Y-Yeah,” you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat. “I really enjoyed my time at Karasuno, so…”

He smiled down at the paper, settling himself on the rolling stool as he grabbed a sketchbook from beneath the counter. “Is there a specific design you want?”

“Not really. Umm… whatever you think would look nice.” You rubbed the back of your neck, glancing at your friend, but neither her nor the other man were paying either of you any mind.

“How about this?” He held up the sketchbook, showing off a small crow in mid-hop, its eyes trained on a butterfly flying above its head. Small feathers were spread out around it. It was such a simple design, but you fell in love the moment you saw it.

“Yes, that looks amazing!”

“Cool. I’ll be right back.” He stood up, tearing the drawing from the book before returning to the room at the back. When he returned, he was carrying a thin piece of paper that he held gently between his fingers. “Where do you want to get it?”

You glanced at the paper, taking note of its small size. “My upper arm?” You lifted the sleeve of the t-shirt on your left arm, looking up at him for approval.

“Can you take your shirt off, please?”

“W-What?” Your cheeks burned at the sudden request.

“The sleeve might get in the way of the tattoo and ruin it. It’s better if it’s not in the way.” Daichi explained, setting the paper on the table beside the chair before setting up the tools.

Swallowing your nerves, you glanced at him before pulling the shirt over your head, holding it across your chest. He didn’t even spare you a glance as he rolled over to your side, slipping his hands into black gloves before cleaning the area where the tattoo would be placed. The stencil was cold as he carefully smoothed it out across your skin, pressing hard to ensure that the ink transferred. When he was satisfied, he slowly peeled it away, the ink stuck to your skin.

Daichi’s dark eyes met yours as he picked up the ink gun. “Are you ready?” You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Remember to breathe and try not to tense up, it’ll make it hurt worse. If it gets too much or you start to feel lightheaded, let me know and we’ll take a break. I’m going to start now.”

“Okay.” Your eyes followed his movements as he clicked on the gun, lowering the needle to your skin. You sucked in a breath at the strange stinging feeling upon your skin, as if you were getting a shot multiple times. You found yourself focusing on the pain and it was making you feel light-headed – you had to distract yourself. “Hey, I uhh… I’m sorry.”

“Hm?” He didn’t glance away from his work, carefully tracing the lines with the needle. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just… the other night in the quick mart…” You chewed on your bottom lip as you searched your brain for the proper words, meeting his dark eyes when he paused his ministrations to glance at you. “I want to apologize. I was such a jerk to you even though I didn’t know you and… I’m sorry.”

Daichi hummed, the corners of his lips twitching up as he returned to the tattoo, his tone teasing. “Are you just apologizing so I won’t mess up your tattoo?”

“What? N-No, that’s not -” You paused when he started laughing, bringing the gun away from your skin so he wouldn’t mess up the tattoo. “You’re teasing me.”

“Yup,” his dark eyes sparkled with amusement. “Don’t worry, I’m not so petty that I’d mark up someone’s skin over something like that. To be honest, I had forgotten all about it until I saw you.”

Seeing him so close to you made your heart pick up speed because he was a really gorgeous man and you adored his laugh. You wanted to get to know him more, so you threw caution to the wind, looking up at him through your lashes. “Can I… make it up to you? Maybe I can buy you some lunch or something.”

“That sounds nice,” he smiled warmly, his eyes lighting up.

“Way to go, Daichi!” The other man waggled his eyebrows as he looked at the two of you, a smirk upon his lips. “And you always yell at me for trying to date the clients!”

Daichi scowled over his shoulder, a light shade of pink coming to his cheeks. “Shut it, Tanaka! Focus on your client.”

“Oh trust me, I am~” Tanaka wiggled his brows again, this time at Tsuko who giggled in response.

“We should go on a double date!” She suggested happily, to which Tanaka nodded enthusiastically.

Daichi sighed, giving you a sheepish look. “You up for a double date?”

You glanced at your best friend and her new love interest before giving him a smile. “Something tells me we don’t have a choice.”

“Definitely not,” he laughed.

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📜 Read more by checking out my masterlist 📜

[amenomiko]

Masterlist 1

-Updated as of 03 JULY 2020-

GENERAL TOPIC

-My Plushies Collection ahahaha

-Me and Uesugi Kenshin

-My Cos as MC is Featured in IkeSen Group in Insta

-My Cos as Mizusaki Mai

-6 FACTS ABOUT ME uwu

-RULES ON REQUESTS

-INTRO

ALL WARLORDS

-MC with Angel and Demon Tattoo on her back

-If MC Become a Man / Boy

-Fujoshi MC

-IkeSen Lords and Their Own Game Itself

-MC as Little Kid / Small Child

-IkeSen Lords, Before and After Falling In Love uwu

-MC’s Quirk (BNHA Crossover)

-Prank Game

-Ice Cream’s Fault

-What Baby???

-Every.Lord.Ever

-Warlords and Her Pregnancy Hormones & Tantrums

-Warlords as Kaomoji

-Warlords in Facebook PM

-Ah, My Dear Daughter..

-MC that wants to be Pampered

-”Father, Mother, Where did I came from?”

-When He Look Into Her Phone Gallery

-Threatening Him

-Let Me Kiss It Away

-There’s a Bun in the Oven

-Let Me Sleep In Your Warmth

-MC and Ice Cream

-Those Sweet Moments

-Maid Dress

-IkeSen Warlords as Vampire

-IkeSen MC is a Fighter and She’s in Action (Sequel to IkeSen MC is a Fighter)

-Pocky Game

-Tsun Tsun (Tsundere) MC

-Real Gender of Her (Sequel)

-Him, Before, During, and After

-Cotton Candy

-What Being Like a Girl Feels Like

-MC as a Cat or Dog

-MC’s Bra

-IkeSen and Tired MC

-Boyfriend T-shirt

-There’s Only One Bed

-Modern Lingerie

-Ikesen Warlords and Couvade Syndrome

-Warlords with Modern Job

-If IkeSen Warlords is an animal (Cat & Dog)

-IkeSen MC is a Fighter

IkeSen and their Daughter’s First Word

-IkeSen Reactions when MC intervene during their Interview

-IkeSen Reactions if MC is a virgin

-IkeSen Daddies Reactions when their Daughter said “I love You”

-IkeSen Reactions when MC said “Mind Your Own Business”

-IkeSen Reactions when MC explained about BDSM / Pegging

-What if they had a Daughter (Part 2)

-What if they had a Daughter (Part 1)

-IkeSen Reactions to MC Skincare Routine

-When She’s Having a Fever

-When She’s on Her Period

-When She spend time with their Pets

-Their Reactions when her Cooking is Bad

-MC and Ghost Stories

-Nicknames for Warlords by MC

-IkeSen Warlords when MC passes by him

-Ikemen Sengoku Warlords be like.. and also be like..

-IkeSen Warlords and MC’s EX Boyfriend

-MC and her Cat Tongue

-When MC Gave Birth

-IkeSen Warlords and MC exchanged their Soul in each other’s body

-Due to Differences in Height

-Tried to be a Tsundere

-Sending him off for his Short Mission

-MC and Cockroach

-MC being Sneaky

-Absent Minded MC

-Unusual Respond when She is Pounded on the Futon

-MC, in the verge of tears from a stupid argument

-She can’t sleep

-IkeSen Warlords and Luggage Waiting Area

-”I’m Pregnant”

-Seduce Attempt No.1

-When their daughter said “I hate you!”

-When they went to the mall

HIS AND HER REACTIONS SECTIONS

-”Today is not a safe day!”

-When she accidentally called him “Daddy”

-”Honey, I want a baby again.”

-When they wear each other’s casual yukata

-”I love you ___”

CHOSEN WARLORDS FOR CERTAIN SCENES

-Homesick

-Her Bad Habit (Kenshin, Mitsunari, Yukimura)

-MC, Lord and Her Thesis

-She is a Ballerina

-Pretending She is the ‘Bad Guy’

-A very SHY MC

-Him with Her Depression (Mitsuhide & Ieyasu)

-She Died in front of Him (Nobunaga & Kenshin)

-Ask the Warlords (Mitsuhide, Nobunaga & Masamune)

-Ask the Warlords (Mitsuhide, Kenshin & Ieyasu)

-Ask the Warlords (Masamune, Mitsuhide & Mitsunari)

-Ask the Warlords (Masamune, Mitsuhide & Shingen)

-Ask the Warlords (Nobunaga)

-Ask the Warlords (Mitsuhide, Nobunaga & Shingen)

-Ask the Warlords (Hideyoshi & Mitsuhide)

-Pairings (Some of Them)

-Warlords & Babies (Some of Them)

-If She is Psychic (Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Kenshin)

-Her Twin Sister (Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Kenshin, Masamune)

-Her Reaction When He Sleep Talk (Masamne, Ieyasu, Yukimura)

-His Reaction When She is SO ANGRY (Mitsuhide, Kenshin, Yukimura, Nobunaga, Masamune) GIFs

-Insecure MC about her Body and Looks (Were teased for it)

-Comforting Tired MC (GIFs)

-When the Baby Girl Cry (Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Kenshin)

-Dying MC (Nobunaga, Masamune, Ieyasu, Mitsuhide, Kenshin)

-Different Story of MC (Abused Ex-Husband and MC with a Child)

-Jealous Warlords

-Meeting Her Parents and Siblings (Twin Brother)

-Jealous Bosses (Modern AU)

-LANGUAGE!

AZUCHI CASTLE ONLY

-When She’s about to Give Birth Moment (Oda Forces)            

-Jealous Warlords

-Lovey Dovey (ODA FORCES)

-Their Children Visit from the Future

-MC that has is like a Female Version of Mitsunari

-Accidentally watch him taking a bath

-IkeSen Daddies Meeting Their Daughter’s Lover for the First Time

-Secretly Dating (ODA FORCES)

- IkeSen Daddies when their Child Walk for the First Time (ODA FORCES)

-Real Gender of Her (AZUCHI CASTLE)

-IkeSen MC and Thunder

-Jealous Warlords when MC is being affectionate with their Son

-What if they had a Son?

-Why is my wife so cute

-When he have to go for his duties / missions after MC gave birth

-When she Lost her Memories Temporarily

-When their Daughter woke up in the middle of the night

-Different Persona

-When She’s TERRIBLY ANGRY

-MC is Drunk

-The Opposite Effect

KASUGAYAMA CASTLE ONLY

-Beach Vacation + Meme Reenact by Sasuke and MC

-Best Friends, Less than Lovers, But...

-Lovey Dovey (Uesugi-Takeda)

-Secretly Dating

- IkeSen Daddies when their Child Walk for the First Time (UESUGI - TAKEDA FORCES)

-Real Gender of Her (KASUGAYAMA CASTLE)

-Jealous Warlords when MC is being affectionate with their Son

-What if they had a Son?

-When their Daughter woke up in the middle of the night

-When He have to go for his duties / missions after MC gave birth

-When She Lost her Memories Temporarily

-MC is Drunk

SMUTS

-Doctor, Help Me (Ieyasu x MC)

-I Hate Him... Do I...? (Nobunaga x MC)

-My Breasts is Too Big (All x MC)

-Wedding Night (Kenshin x MC)

-When He Do It Outside (All x MC)

-Let’s Take Responsibility Together (Mitsuhide x MC)

-I was just ‘Helping’ You (Masamune x MC)

-She Can’t Help It (Kenshin x MC)

-A Cunning Fox can be Jealous too (Mitsuhide x MC)

-Fever.. Yeah Right (Ieyasu x MC)

-Claiming It (Mitsuhide x MC)

-Only For Your Pleasure (Masamune x MC)

-I Want a New Sibling (Nobunaga x MC)

- The.... Lollipop (All Warlords x MC)

- I Can’t Hold Back (Mitsunari x MC)

-They Know (Part 2) (Mitsunari x MC)

-The Best Gift Ever (Masamune x MC)

-This Is Not Their First (Sasuke x MC)

-Irresistible (Mitsunari x MC)

-Say It (Ieyasu x MC)

-The Meaning Behind His Smile (Mitsunari x MC)

-Fine (Ieyasu x MC)

-His Charm is not Everything for Everyone (Shingen x MC)

-Always (Mitsuhide x MC)

-They Know (Mitsunari x MC)

-Before You Know it (PART 2 - Ieyasu x MC x Hideyoshi)

-Before You Know it (PART 1 - Mainly Ieyasu x MC)

-New Kind of Play (Kenshin x MC)

-Making Him Addicted (Mitsunari x MC)

-Easier Said than Done (Masamune x MC)

-For the Very First Time (Hideyoshi x MC)

-I Don’t Care (Ieyasu x MC)

-His Lord and His Lucky Charm’s Secret (Nobunaga x MC)

ONE SHOTS

-It’s Not too Late.. Is It? Part 2 (Masamune x MC)

- Light of Hope (Shingen x MC)

- It’s Not too Late.. Is it? Part 1 (Masamune x MC)

-I Can’t Help It (Hideyoshi x MC)

-Look at Me (Hideyoshi x MC)

-The Price (Masamune x MC)

-Goodbye is not The End (Nobunaga x MC)

DRABBLES

-I Just Love You (Masamune x MC)

-Notice Me My Lord~ (Masamune x MC)

-Notice Me My Lord~ (Ieyasu x MC)

-Hot Chocolate (Mitsuhide x MC)

-Oh Gosh (Hideyoshi x MC)

-They Do Not Know (Kenshin x MC)

-Snuggle Snuggle (Ieyasu x MC)

-I didn’t Say I’m Nice (Yukimura x MC)

-It’s Cold (Sasuke x MC)

-My Adorable Wife (Mitsuhide x MC)

-MC and Chair

OTHERS

-Me, Cosplaying as Rie, for 2020 Valentine’s

-Nyanyan Lords and Rie (Picrew)

-Rie Drawing by Me 2

-Rie Drawing by Me 1

-Rie’s KNIGHTS BIO

-Beautiful Drawing by azziezee of my OC <3

-Rie and Some of the Lords (Picrew)

-My OC (Ame Rie) Background and Info

-Warlords and My OC in Picrew 1

[chwesolai]

change up. | lee chan

inspired by change up by seventeen and grease, yes, the movie (you’ll understand why in a second don’t you worry)

university au!

nerd!chan x class clown!y/n

-

chan spent his times in his books, in his studies, in ‘always looking in the future’. he never took a break. but towards the end of his senior year of high school, his parents wanted to reward his hard work and studious efforts. it was post-finals, he finished, he got into the university he dreamed of. 

he was free, finally.

so the trip began, his family packed their bags and the road trip to Daecheon Beach from Iksan. chan and his younger brother remained silent most of the ride, chan's brother playing on his phone, occasionally showing chan the new character he unlocked.

"you're going to fry your brain because of those games," chan scoffs, lifting his head up from reading.

"you're going to become evil because of all those scary books you read."

"then, let me."

the two brothers laugh and slowly immerse themselves into their activities and as the sun sets, the two fall into a deep sleep.

four more hours later and the sun began to warm chan's face, they have arrived.

y/n's parents allowed her to pick this year's summer family vacation, her older sister picked last year and her older brother did the year before. they've been to the us, europe, japan but she just wanted to stay home. but her family just didn't allow that so she picked the beach. 

"THE BEACH? Y/N ARE YOU KIDDING?" her sister wasn't here for that, but her brother backed her up, "hey less money spending for us then. we wouldn't need to exchange money, buy flight tickets, bla bla blah."

"exactly." y/n proud of her decision.

"alright, i guess we could go visit my hometown's beach then," y/n's dad shrugs looking at her mother, who was nodding in agreement, "ok, saving money this trip, I like it. we could stay at mom's house then," it was set.

y/n packing her bags, excited to just bathe in the sun, swim, eat her grandmother's food again, this was her trip.

the car ride was absolutely chaotic.

y/n gained the entire back seat to herself with her two older siblings stuck ripping each others' heads off in the middle seats.

"I WILL GIVE YOU TWO MY LAST TWO POCKY IF YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW." 

"ok bet," her brother held out his hand as his little sister handed him a strawberry pocky packet and her older sister then received her chocolate pocky.

"thank you," y/n bathes in the silence as she goes back to her drama.

the two met at y/n's grandmother's restaurant. y/n was peeling oranges as chan's family walks in, if you're offered to earn some money on vacation, you take it, y/n dropped the peeler, telling her grandma she can take this table.

chan pushed up his glasses as he looks up at the possibly cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. she was definitely she was shorter than him, her hair held back in two braids, she kept her pen behind her ear and she looked just like how chan envisions the female characters in the classic novels he reads.

"hi welcome to kitchen by paradise, i'm y/n and i will be your server today and if you have any questions about any items on the menu, i'll be more than happy to recommend you anything! now, could i get you all anything to drink?"

chan's mom ordered water, his dad got a cola, his brother banana milk and chan didn't have a clue.

"and for you?" y/n says as she turns her attention towards chan.

"u-um. um. do-do-o you guys have any specialty drinks?"

"oh yeah! we grow our own oranges so we have a whole specialty of drinks. we have an orange-hibiscus iced tea, an orangeade, an orange-pineapple refresher and an orange mint sunrise."

"could i get the orange-pineapple one? please?"

"of course, that's my personal favorite," y/n smiles and chan could've sworn his heart melted, "i will get those ready for you guys and again, if you guys have any questions, call out for y/n!"

"thank you!" chan's parents chimed in as y/n walks away.

"channie has a crush channie has a crush." 

"i will drown you." chan glares at his little brother as his cheeks began to flush.

chan never knew he could fall so easily, i guess this is what happens when you're not focused on studying instead of girls, but this charismatic waitress got his attention.

chan watched y/n peel oranges and make the drink he had ordered, almost feeling bad because the drink looked so tedious to make. he saw the tray of drinks coming their way as she finishes pouring the yellow-orangey iced drink.

"here we go!" she places the drinks at the table, handing each drink to its rightful owner, "so are we ready to order?"

y/n took everyone's orders and y/n couldn't help but giggle at this nerdy guy stuttering ordering his seafood bibibimbap.

he's cute i can't deny it.

"alright let me repeat your guys' order and i'll send this to the kitchen!"

-

chan's family finished their meals and had left while y/n was on her break, disappointing chan, so he jumped to this opportunity. his 18 y/o heart couldn't believe himself that he left his number for this cute waitress he just met, i mean she probably is a local here and i'm here for the next two weeks.

y/n couldn't believe either. she smiled that that dorky kid thought she was cute, so she saved his number, texting him around sunset.

to orange boy: hey! this is y/n!

to server girl: hi! i'm chan i can't believe you actually saved my number ha

to orange boy: i just had to thank the guy who called me cute and also thinks my favorite drink is good because its our least popular haha

to server girl: thats surprising its rly good omg

to orange boy: so are you free tomorrow?

to server girl: i think my family is just hanging out tmr why?

to orange boy: my grandma is sending me to the market tomorrow to pick up some ingredients and i know you're here for vacation and i know im just a stranger but idk want to explore the coast tmr?

chan couldn't believe it, in his 18 years of his life, he is being asked to go out. with a girl. and she isn't trying to steal his study book.

y/n couldn't believe herself, she just asked a stranger to go out with her.

to server girl: i'm down wanna pick me up?

to orange boy: tmr 12pm i'll bring us lunch 

to server girl: sounds like a plan, so whats your favorite color?

the two spent all night getting to know each other, learning they're the same age, chan was older by a month and a half, y/n's favorite color is every color and said some picasso joke making chan laugh in his hotel room. they both felt like they've known each other for years.

the next day came and y/n packed her backpack and her scooter for the day, writing down the list her grandmother has told her the night before and then sending a text to chan for his address.

"I'M TAKING THE SCOOTER!" y/n yells as she runs down the stairs, "TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ME!"

her family all replying as they hear her leave.

as she makes it to the garage, she ensures she brings the second helmet.

this is a vacation. the wind blowing in her hair as she follows the directions to chan's hotel. her dark blue scooter shimmering in the sunlight and she arrives in front of chan's hotel, rich kid huh?

to orange boy: outside by the lobby!!

chan was already in the lobby for the past ten minutes, didn't want to look like a complete weirdo and come out right when she texted so he waited for a good minutes before walking out. he was wanted to be casual, didn't want to screw anything up with her.

"hey! chan over here!" he walked out seeing the pretty girl from the restaurant on a blue electric scooter? taking off her helmet waving her hand around. he smiled and waved back as he walked towards her.

"this is tomi, my trusty stead," she smiles proudly at her scooter making chan stifle a laugh, leading y/n to laugh at his poor hiding of a laugh, "this is yours, hop on!"

"did not expect this to be the start of my day," he laughs as he puts on the helmet, he gets on the back of the scooter and before y/n turns on the scooter, she grabs chan's arms and to his surprise, wraps them around her stomach, "we're going fast so i don't want you falling off," she turns and smiles at him. what am i feeling right now? butterflies swarm around the two teenagers' stomachs, falling in love before they've even gone out.

"oh o-ok."

and they were off. 

y/n parked the scooter in her usual spot, the noise of the market sang to her and before getting off, she introduces the market, "welcome to daecheon market where old men try to peddle tourists and where local teenagers find the best clothes AND one stand has the BEST fruit produce." 

"y/n i think i should just call you fruit girl because you seem very enthusiastic about them," chan smirks

"i dare you to, orange boy."

"alright fruit girl."

the two laugh as they barely even notice chan's arms are still around y/n, y/n begins to take off her helmet right before she bumps chan in the face with her helmet.

"OH MY GOD! i am so sorry chan oh my god im sorry oh my god i-"

"y/n its ok really," chan laughs at her worried look, "i'm all good no bleeding see?"

"alright im still super sorry i kind of forgot i had a passanger with me," she nervously laughs, im such an idiot what is wrong w me wtf y/n

chan hops off and helps y/n down, "thank you, sir," y/n bows.

"you are very welcome madam," chan bows back, leading them both to laugh once more because of their dorkiness.

"here hold this," y/n opens the scooter compartment and hands chan a camera, "thats my prized possession, keep it safe." she pretends to glare at him but ending up laughing anyways, "you're on picture duty and i am on food duty," y/n pulls out a picnic basket and a large water bottle, "before we explore lets eat!"

y/n leads chan down to a secluded area next to the market, "my siblings and i love coming down here and eating lunch and playing ball. its our secret hideout, and you are a new member of paradise cove, mr chan."

"i'm honored," chan couldn't believe how comfortable he felt around her, a stranger that he had a very long text conversation last night about their favorite colors and whether or not aliens exist. y/n couldn't believe either. why did she feel so bubbly around a kid she met on the job at her grandmother's restaurant?

chan helped her put out a small picnic blanket from the basket and y/n began to pull out the food, “so i remembered your order from the other day and grandma pulled through and made some more this morning and a special touch, an orange-pineapple refresher. dig in!”

-

their picnic was nothing but boring, time passed so quickly while they talked more about the city and high school and where they want to go for univerity, and what they want to be. a convesation nether of the two have had with another human being. they both took some pictures while they were at it, y/n always doing some silly pose when chan had the camera and chan always looking away from the camera. they were comfortable with one another. 

“so, let’s explore the market shall we?” chan standing up, offering his hand to her, she was hesistant at first, “come on y/n i don’t bite,” he laughs, looking away. feeling odd with  his hand out for so long, he looks back at her smiling this time, “i’m feeling a cramp coming on”

standing up, she grabs his hand and pulls him close to her, both of their faces flushed now. y/n had NO idea what she was doing, “can i?” she looked at his lips and then back up at his eyes, prepare for any reaction

“yes,” once y/n heard his answer, his hand caressed the side of y/n’s face and pressed their lips together, almost melting into the kiss. y/n felt her cheeks burn up, the kiss lasted a few seconds but felt like an eternity. pulling away, the two laughed with their eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each other, “so the market?” y/n slowly opened her eyes, seeing the flustered boy in front of her interlocking their hands together.

“i thought you were the romantic,” he smiles back.

-

two spent nearly everyday together. y/n told chan she didn’t live in daecheong, they both knew they were both on vacation and the day one of them was leaving was soon appoarching them. “what will you do without me?” “cry.” “shut up chan” “you asked i answered~!”

chan didn’t want to believe but neither did y/n. their two weeks was up, y/n helped chan pack. “are you really going to cry?” “y/n you’re my first kiss, my first love, my first crush, the first girl that actually has gotten my attention so what do you think?” “now, you’re going to make me cry.” she pouts “y/n you have my number, i have my license, you have a kickass scooter. we have ways to still see each other even if that means our universities are miles apart, we can do this.”

-

to orange boy: i miss you

they couldn’t do it. the long distance lasted about a month and then school started.

to server girl: i’m sorry

chan was at yonsei university and back to his old ways. head in the books, no partying no social interaction just studying. this physical therapy major wasn’t moving an inch.

now, what chan didn’t know was y/n was ALSO at yonsei. this visual arts major was the biggest party animal on campus. she ruled frat parties and she was a good students. her professors loved her and her charm.

- ten months later -

HALLOWEEN

“CHAN! you have to come dude!” chan’s roommate, xuxi, begs him. xuxi was the polar opposite of chan, same age same major COMPLETELY different social class.

“no ‘xi for the last time, i’m not a party guy.”

“chan please dude, its a costume party, nobody will know its you.” chan began to consider it, when was the last time i had fun?

“what are you dressing up as?”  “i’m going to be capt. american because im going as the avengers with mark and the other guys. if you don’t want to be recognized then wear a mask, be a masquarade ball dude? idk wear a suit and a mask, be that DUDE”

“i’m in.” here we go lee chan

to server girl: finally going out with the boys for the first time hope you’re well i miss you

y/n read the text almost immediately, “i wonder where he’s going?”

“who?” y/n’s roommate jungeun asled as she’s doing her makeup.

“some summer fling, he just texted me after like three months.”

“he’s more than a summer fling hon if you saw his text so fast.”

“shut up”

“kiss me,” jungeun stuck her tongue out at her, “so what are you dressing up as y/n?”

“poision ivy, mark said they’re going to be the avengers and so i’m showing him up and being dc’s sexiest villian.”

“you’re such a heartbreaker miss y/n let the boy breathe, he may have cheated but-”

“but nothing! he treated me like a one night stand and i wanted more! im going all out!”

-

chan looked at himself one more time in the mirror and xuxi walked behind him in his captain america outfit, “my son you look so fucking good,” pretending to tear up

“shut up,” chan rolled my eyes, sitting back down on his bunk, “should i still go?”

“YES! you look good dude! can’t even recognize you, you look so different and the contacts? you’re really hiding your identity with this one channie.”

“this is the only night we get to be other people so,” he puts on his lacey masquarade mask he bought from target, ‘let’s go.”

xuxi wraps his arm around him, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

-

“MISS Y/N YOU DID THAT HONEY!”

jungeun and y/n nearly in shock of how well this costume curves around her body.

“green is your color girl,” jungeun sighs, “you knock them dead baby.”

“you look amazing yourself j OMG ms daphne over here.”

“I’m finding my fred tonight ok?” she smiles as she ties her scarf around her neck.

y/n places her red mask on, “i’m heading out!”

“HANG ON!” y/n was practically out the door before jungeon runs out, “ok ready.”

“let’s go fuck shit up.”

-

the party was everything chan was not used to, drinking, loud music, people EVERYWHERE, you could say he was slightly overwhelmed. 

you could say he also wasn't used to the attention around him, girls coming up to ask if they wanna hook up or take a shot with him which he declined all of them until she walked in.

ms poison ivy walked in.

it was about 30 minutes after the party started and y/n walked in like she owned the place, jungeon next to her, y/n walked in red heels and green latex in its full glory.

"i'll go get us drinks!" jungeon pracatically screams in y/n's ear.

"OK!" now alone, chan saw this as an opportunity, still not knowing who that was or even who he was in this moment he walked up to her.

"hi!" y/n was drawn back but the handsome stranger in front of her

"HI!"

"I THINK YOU LOOK REALLY PRETTY!"

"THANK YOU! I THINK YOU LOOK PRETTY HOT YOURSELF! LET ME GUESS, a VAMPIRE?"

the music got increasingly louder as this conversation went on so chan yelled back, "NOT EXACTLY, IM A MASQUERADE BALL HOST"

y/n felt eyes beaming her up and down and she saw him, mark, and before he could come any closer, y/n kissed this handsome stranger in front of him.

chan had no idea what was going on but he really didn't care anymore, this kiss began to be a full makeout session in the middle of the dance floor.

"IM SORRY BUT DO YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE?"

"YEAH I DO ACTUALLY"

 both of them walk out of the loud frat house, "so who do i owe this honor to mr masquerade man?"

"chan, i'm chan. how about you?"

"i'm sorry did you say c-chan?"

y/n hasn't heard that name in what feels like ages until today.

"yes? is something wrong?"

was it really him?

"no its just i knew someone named chan awhile back, ha." she sadly smiled.

it can't be him chan was never this bold.

"ah i see, how about you ms poison ivy?"

"y/n"

"y/n huh?"

"yes, what about it?

"do you still have that blue scooter?" chan takes off his mask and turns to face the girl he's been wondering about for so long.

"c-chan?"

"long time no see huh?"

"i-i-i didn't even recognize you? where're your glasses? did you get your braces off too? your hair's lighter, you look really good, chan," she sighs in disbelief.

"college does stuff to you i guess," he nervously rubs the nape of his neck, "and you? wow. i didn't think someone could look so gorgeous in latex." he smiles all goofy.

"chan."

"y/n?"

pulling herself into his chest, "i've missed you, im sorry for being an asshole, im sorry for saying those things i shouldve held on im sorry im-"

"nothing is your fault y/n, look at me," he pulls her out of his chest, "i'm here now! we just needed time i guess," he lets out a small laugh.

"now you're the jokester mr lee."

"lets restart. hi im chan."

"hi im y/n," she smiles and takes his hand in hers, "lets never leave again."

"yes ms poison ivy."

“never call me that again.”

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Do you know any typical American high school au bkdk

hello there! They have finally arrived and because of this list now I know something I didn’t think I needed in my life: Kirishima with braces! Cutest picture my mind has ever created 😭❤ thank you anon

- Kris ≖‿≖

1 Series. 14 Works.

You’ve Got Me In My Feelings  by karmaticinstitution( E | 4524 +| 1/3 )

In which Bakugou is a nerdy jock who acts like he’s badass, Izuku is the new kid and collects everyone’s hearts immediately. They start off a little wobbly, hookup, and things get a little messy. 

[Underage]

drive-by by infernalangels( E | 12,661+ | 4/? )

He should’ve never let Uraraka drag him here. The whole place reeked of beer and gasoline, drunken laughter breaking out from the group of boys he and his best friend approached. Izuku honestly didn’t know why he’d come. Signing, he began to follow Mina, silently praying he wouldn’t regret this.

Oh, he had no idea.

or: Katsuki Bakugou is everything Izuku Midoriya despises: a tattooed covered badass who takes no shit from anyone. He’s arrogant, rude, addicting… Maybe that’s why Izuku can’t stay away.

Even Deku Can Beat You (And Yeah, He Can Beat Me, Too) by brichibi ( E | 6,056 | 1/1 )

There’s an entire library of proper responses for this moment. Katsuki effectively incinerates them all when he laughs like he’s watching a comedian at work. “You wanna go against me? Me?! Come on, at least start with someone less skilled like-”

“Like you.” It comes out so smoothly from Izuku’s mouth. He can’t believe he’s actually said something so scathing. That’s not like him at all, but damnit, all he’d wanted was to spend quality time with his blockhead boyfriend, you know?

[AU where the arcade is the place to be, “Plus Ultra” is the hottest fighting game in town, Bakugou’s bad at boyfriending, and Izuku’s ready to KO his ass into the next century]

Not Another High School Au by MellowWrites                     ( M | 41,443+ | 5/? )

Izuku has been in love with the same guy for years, and no amount of bullying or warnings from friends will get him over this near obsession. Meanwhile, his best friend has been crushing on the girl of his dreams since middle school, and unluckily for Eijirou, she’s dating an asshole.

The same asshole who Izuku is pining after.

[Underage]

[Abandoned] Senior Year by Mizzi( E | 5,263 | 2/? )

The stupid american High School au.

wow my boys are in love

Maybe A Cinnabon Is All That’s Needed To Fall In Love by AllMightsRightHand19. ( E | 46154 | 17/?)

Izuku is just an ordinary gay high school student who wants more than anything to find love. However, he is very self-conscience and is constantly bullied. The only thing that keeps him going is his friends and job at his mother’s bakery.

One day at this bakery some blonde boy with deep red eyes comes in and Izuku is immediately captivated by him. Who knows maybe a Cinnabon is all that’s needed to fall in love.

[Underage]

Life at Age Thirty: Memoir by Infuzion                                        ( E | 17,517 | 6/ 6 )

It started in high school and became so much more…Katsuki Bakugou reminisce how he met Izuku Midoriya.

Twenty plus years since the day he met Izuku. He was thirty now, the best man to his best friend’s wedding, and living with the love of his life. It was perfect.

Perfect Recipe by Eggs_in_a_cloud( T | 1909 | 1/1 )

Kacchan looks at his mom and frowns.

“What the hell? Don’t pretend to be that kind of mom, old hag. We know you just brought that shit to spy on us.”

“Why you damn brat…! I wasted my time slaving over the fucking stove and that’s what you have to say to me?!”

Kacchan looks at the food with disdain. “Those are fucking box cookies!”

“Well someone had to make the fucking hot cocoa, didn’t they?!” The tray and its contents slosh dangerously.

Prequel to ‘Fairy Kisses’.

SeriesPart 2 of the Inseparable

Bring It On by theskywalkerkid ( M | 10631+ | 7/? )

“That’s great dude, watching you guys perform takes my breath away. Seeing you do all those flips and being flexible, I could only dream of it. Like when you did those backflips and landed into the splits, I was totally taken by surprise. I bet Katsuki likes that you’re flexible.”Izuku stopped walking and his mind tried to process what he just said. “W-what?”, his voice cracked.Denki paused giving him a curious look, “are you two not…like you know…you guys have done it right?”Izuku feels his face turn bright red, he can’t believe that he was just asked that.

A High School AU that needed to be written.

The Pocky Game by rekamohcs  ( M | 4981 | 1/1 )

As if Izuku didn’t have enough trouble keeping his intruding feelings for his unfairly attractive best friend at bay, Ochako had to go and teach him about the Pocky Game. Now here he was, his lips wrapped around one end of a chocolate stick, while Katsuki’s wrapped around the other, faces mere inches apart.

And they were both too stubborn to back down.

Izuku had a feeling he knew where this was headed.

(He made a mental note to remember to thank Ochako later.)

Dance, Baby! by hottamale ( G | 2283 | 1/1 )

He was all straight lines and sharp edges, and Izuku found that his intensity could impale him and leave him for dead but he’d still pine for him. He just exuded an obscene amount of confidence that Izuku didn’t have, and it was incredibly attractive as much as his overly cocky attitude wasn’t. But who was he kidding, his cocky attitude was attractive in its own right. There was no going back for Izuku, he was already too far into it for there to be anyone else but Katsuki.

SeriesPart 4 of  It’s a Concept

[Series] American AU by pemfrost ( M&G |  12,311+ |  2 Works | WIP )

One Room Away by Logsnake ( M | 14,783 | 1/1 )

Yesterday Izuku’s mother married Mitsuki Bakugou. Tomorrow the two leave for their honeymoon. That means Izuku has exactly a week and a day to get on his new (not so pleasant) step-brother’s good side. He will make Katsuki like him. He will not put any strain on his mother’s new marriage. Yep. A week and a day to become brothers with a complete asshole. Just brothers.

(Or: the step-brother one-shot that made me realize I can’t write romance. I published it anyway. 😎 No regrets)

[exoticarmy127]

Reactions Masterlist - Jungkook (Part 2)

Jungkook reacting to:

Hearing other male idols saying his idol girlfriend is their ideal type

You being sent to the hospital after a car accident

(BTS ASK) Which demigod would he be

His long time best friend (and crush) being casted for a drama in which there is to be a deep passionate kiss scene but he knows she hasn’t had her first kiss yet

Finding out you have third stage heart cancer

His girlfriend asking for Hoseok’ hoodie because she’s cold and she knows Jungkook doesn’t like to share clothes

His girlfriend breaking down while singing her on-stage cover of Kelly Clarkson’s Breakaway while he’s backstage

You acting spoiled over what you’re going to eat for supper

You trying out your new heels when a member accidentally bumps into you and makes you lose balance

Liking the same person as Jimin

Bumping into his ex whom he still has feelings for

Catching you practicing your Korean because you don’t think you’re fluent enough

Being accidentally elbowed in the crotch by his girlfriend who’s trying to get up after a cuddle session

You entering his room while he’s shirtless/in boxers

Being his girlfriends’ first boyfriend and finding out her older brother is G-Dragon

His wife going into labour

His girlfriend dancing ballet

His girlfriend telling him she’s annoyed by some of her co-worker’s flirting

Being wrong in an argument with his you and having to apologize about it

Being jealous

Wrapping gifts with you

Receiving a picture of you (courtesy of you) for Christmas

Christmas caroling with you

Opening a gift that says he’s going to be a father but it wasn’t mean for him

His girlfriend wrapping shoes separately for his Christmas present

(BTS ASK)  When would he be dominant

Being jealous

Being stuck in an elevator with his claustrophobic girlfriend 

His girlfriend non-sexually moaning in her sleep

(BTS ASK) What would Jungkook be like as a seatmate

(BTS ASK) What vibe would vampire AU Jungkook give you

You lying to him about not being tired after one of their concerts

Finding out other girls bully you at school because they’re jealous of your relationship

Having to wake you up

Dating a girl who’s older than him

(BTS ASK) How would he initiate skinship

You backhugging him

(BTS ASK) Would he prefer indoor or outdoor dates

You fangirling over the main actor of the latest drama you’ve been watching

(BTS ASK) What types of books would he read

Not being his girlfriends’ first bias within BTS

Seeing you in heels for the first time

Having to leave his girlfriend behind while he’s touring in another country

You going to Jimin after he teases you too much about your height

Saying I love you for the first time

His girlfriend going on a school trip knowing her whole team consists of boys and no girls

Seeing how good his girlfriend is at drawing things anime-style

Catching you staring at his arms after a workout

Accidentally walking on you changing

Playing the pocky game with his crush

Want more? Go to Part 01 & 03 of Jungkook’s reaction masterlist.

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