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traningdummy · 2 years ago

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The Goth and The Jock

Dio X Male Reader

Dio was an outcast in college, always talking about how everything was bad. He was also a satanist who would always talk about it, usually when talking to his friends. Overall, a pretty weird guy for college.

Y/n on the other hand was the usual movie jock who everyone knew. He had friends all over campus, from his fellow jocks to the nerds of college. Everyone seemed to love him, most even tried to date him.

But he had his eyes on one man, the older goth man, Dio. He didn’t know why he was attracted to the man, was it his body, face, bravado? He couldn't say, maybe he was in love with just Dio as a man.

Whatever it was, Y/n couldn’t stop thinking of Dio. In all of his classes he would daydream about the man, at practice he would hope Dio would go to his games. He felt like a hopeless romantic, but he was fine with it.

Dio knew Y/n from people around the campus, they would always talk about him and his game winning stunts. Yet he never saw the man in person, maybe because he usually skipped classes to get high or smoke cigarettes with his friends.

Y/n intrigued Dio, enough so that he actually went to his classes for a while. He would try to see if he could find the jock but no luck, not in any of his classes, never saw him in the halls, and he was not going to ask when Y/n had practice.

His ego was too high for that, so he decided to find out by himself. So every morning he would get up early and head to the gym, looking for Y/n but got nothing. Then after school he would go back to the gym, yet still he couldn’t find him.

Yet his luck would lead him to finding Y/n, but in the worst way possible.

•••

It was lunch, Y/n decided to eat the campus’s lunch so he went to the cafeteria. As he was getting food, Dio came in, getting cravings after smoking some weed with his friends.

“Fuck, that sounds good.” He muttered to himself before walking to get in line, yet as he walked to the line Y/n was daydreaming and ran into him.

Food hit his black leather jacket, staining his white undershirt. Y/n gasped and the lunch room went silent. “Shit, sorry.” He mumbled and tried to clean off Dio’s jacket, he sighed and took off his jacket.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He said nonchalantly, yet Y/n was freaking out internally but tried to seem chill. “Say, aren’t you Y/n? The jock everyone talks about?” Dio asked and he nodded, everyone still staring at the two hoping for a fight.

“Yeah, are you Dio?” Y/n asked and the other man nodded.

“Man, the rumors don’t do you justice, you’re a lot hotter than they say. Here’s my number.” He said and wrote it down on Y/n’s wrist, the jock was too starstruck to even say anything so he just nodded. “Call me.” He whispered before getting into line.

After that encounter everyone began to assume the two were dating, to which Y/n was embarrassed while Dio could care less. Soon the two began to meet up, usually in the library or in one of their dorms.

Dio’s dorm reeked of weed and cigarette smoke, yet he would open his window to try and fan out the smell so Y/n’s nose wouldn’t hurt. He was grateful for it, but overall Dio’s dorm was just like he expected. His room was filled with books, most about religions, others were random things he couldn’t describe besides random.

Y/n’s room was almost the exact opposite, it always smelt of his favorite scent. His whole dorm radiated glee, which Dio enjoyed as his dorm seemed glum. Y/n’s room was filled with his accomplishments, from trophies to little medals of participation.

“Cute, it’s like you crave validation.” Dio noted and Y/n nodded, sitting down on his bed.

“Yeah, you know parents, they never give you any validation or comfort so, you look for it in other ways.” He remarked and the goth nodded, sitting down next to the jock.

“I can see that, I bet you can also see why I am the way I am.” Dio said and Y/n shook his head. “Well, my parents were what you consider the American dream. Perfect jobs, perfect home, a perfect family. But guess who came in and fucked it up.” He said and pointed to himself, Y/n laughed and nodded.

“It’s very obvious, but you have the most character.” He remarked and Dio smiled, falling back on the bed. Seeing the poster of Y/n’s favorite band on the ceiling.

“Yep, the unusual kid is usually born in the perfect family. Yet, it was my father who showed me this stuff. That is one thing I will commend them for.” He said and Y/n nodded, laying down next to Dio.

Dio looked over to Y/n, the sunset light hitting his face making him look like a dream. He never thought he would love a jock, yet here he is, falling for one. Y/n looked over to see Dio’s brown eyes staring at him, he smiled and turned to him.

“You look like you’ve seen an angel.” Y/n said and Dio nodded.

“Because I’m looking at one.” He said before holding Y/n’s face in his hands, Dio looked at him and got a nod. He leaned in and kissed the jock, he smiled and they kept kissing.

After that day they would usually be seen together, around the campus, Dio waiting for Y/n to finish practice, Y/n picking up Dio after a smoke session. They truly loved each other, and people could tell.

•••

“Y/n, do you think I’m cool?” Dio asked as he held Y/n close to his chest.

“Yeah, you’re the coolest guy I’ve met and I’ve met a lot of cool people.” Y/n responded, looking up to his boyfriend. Dio looked down and nodded, a smile on his face before he kissed the jock.

“Good, I better be.” He said and held the jock closer to him, he laughed and they basked in each other’s presence.

The two felt like the perfect pair, Dio’s dark and sarcastic humor contrasting Y/n’s bright and sweet tone. But as their relationship grew, the closer they began to thirst for each other.

Y/n would always want to see Dio naked, on his bed all spread out. Dio thinking the same, Y/n covered with hickeys, breathing fast, face red. So they decided to plan for it, both agreeing on a date.

•••

“Alright, so you want to do it after finals or before?” Y/n asked, looking through a calendar. Dio paced around Y/n’s room, trying to think about it.

“I think we should do it after, you know sex is a good way to relieve stress.” He remarked and his boyfriend nodded, getting a marker and circled the date.

“It’s official, now let’s get some sleep. We have finals to study for.” Y/n said and Dio groaned before falling into his arms, he sighed in content as he pushed his face against Y/n’s pecs.

“You know, you make the perfect pillow.” Dio said and Y/n laughed before pulling a blanket over them both.

“I know, you are always sleeping on me.” He said and the goth nodded, soon the two fell asleep in each other's hold.

Soon finals began and the two, by two mostly Y/n, were giving it their all. Studying hard and hoping to pass, and as the week passed Y/n forgot what was in store for him after the week was over.

But Dio always remembered, before he would leave his house he could cross off a day. Each day for the week he crossed off the day, till it was the day and he was excited.

•••

“Jesus, I thought I was going to have a meltdown.” Y/n complained as he and Dio walked to his dorm.

“I wouldn’t know, I got someone to take mine for me.” Dio said and his boyfriend scoffed, and opened the door for him. When he walked in Dio smiled seeing Y/n’s room was cleaner than usual.

“Yeah, I know. Wow, I cleaned my room!” Y/n said trying to mimic Dio’s voice and he laughed.

“Nice impression, do you remember what today is?” He asked, pushing Y/n against the couch. His face was red as Dio straddled on him.

“Is it our anniversary?” He questioned and the goth sighed before kissing the jock. It soon turned from love filled to lust filled, Dio began to take off Y/n’s clothes and he did the same.

Soon they were both naked, Y/n and Dio’s cocks rubbing against each other causing the two to moan and groan. Dio decided to take the lead and kissed all over Y/n’s neck, sucking and biting to leave marks all over his neck and collarbone.

“Shit Dio, I didn’t think you were the possessive type.” Y/n chuckled but groaned when Dio took his cock in his hands.

“Have to show that you belong with me.” He whispered into the jock's ear, and he began to jerk off Y/n. Going slowly at first to hear his boyfriend’s moans of his name.

“Dio, please.” He whimpered and Dio smiled, deciding to give into the whimpers and go faster. Y/n kept moaning and whimpering till he felt the knot in his stomach start to break.

But Dio stopped, letting go of his cock. Before he could complain he felt two wet fingers enter him, he gasped and his head fell on Dio’s shoulder. “D-Dio.” He whispered but was shushed by the goth.

“It’s going to be okay baby, just relax for me.” Dio said and Y/n nodded, soon getting relaxed as his fingers stretched him out. Soon he was propped against the back of the couch, Dio behind him ready to insert himself. “Are you ready?” Dio asked Y/n.

“Yes, please!” He whined and took a sharp inhale when Dio inserted his cock into him. He waited till Y/n moved his hips to start slowly thrusting, kissing all over his back and leaving even more marks.

He soon began to thrust faster and harder, hitting a bundle of nerves in Y/n that made him moan loudly. So Dio kept hitting that spot, making sure his boyfriend was satisfied. Soon, without warning, Y/n came all over his and Dio’s bodies.

“S-Shit, sorry.” Y/n whimpered but Dio kissed him softly, silencing him as he kept going.

“It’s fine baby.” He whispered and kept going, loving to see tears leave Y/n’s eyes from overstimulation. Soon, thankfully, he started to feel his release and kept thrusting into him. “I’m so close, can you hold on a little longer?” Dio asked and Y/n nodded rapidly.

Before he could cum inside of Y/n he pulled out, and came on their bodies as the jock under him had done before. He sighed and fell onto his boyfriend, who was trying to regain his breath.

“Dio?” He questioned and the both looked up, seeing Y/n’s bright smile which made him warm. “You want to shower?” He asked and Dio nodded, so Y/n, with some new found strength, lifted him and took him to the bathroom.

“Jesus.” Dio muttered and pulled himself against Y/n, before hearing the bathtub getting filled up. Y/n played with his boyfriend’s hair, and he enjoyed it as he played with it.

•••

The next morning, Y/n was slightly limping at practice. People kept asking about the hickeys on his neck, he was embarrassed. But Dio was proud of it, as he watched his boyfriend getting questioned left and right.

#gay #x male reader #male reader smut #pedro pascal x male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #Dio #dio morrissey #dio morrissey x male reader #smut

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magisteramentia · 5 months ago

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The Program

Isabelle was into the program for the little changes, but she didn't expect it to be so... Intense.

Few months ago, as the year turned, she she made a resolution to eat more healthy and get fit. She was the kind of person that didn’t like going for easy and fast results. She was a smart girl, high school valedictorian, top three in her college class. Now that she was halfway through her masters, filled with anxiety and stress juggling her thesis and a shitty job that didn’t pay nearly enough. As a new year began she decided it was time for a change.

So she began researching for a way to get the best results no matter the effort or the time. And looking through her social media she found that many of her former classmates, male and female, went through amazing transformations.

There were pictures of her male ex-classmates in the beach with muscle bodies, even the engineering nerds. The women were posting pictures of themselves in the gym with crop tops showing their chiseled abs and their perfect bodies.

Looking at all her former classmates and friends looking so hot made her think that maybe she was bi.

She began contacting a few of them, asking them how they were and reminiscing about their time in college before asking them about how they achieved their perfect body. Most were dismissive saying, “I just don’t think it’s for you, you know”, Isabelle thanked them anyway but kept with her research.

Finally she reached to her best friend, Lizzy, the one that took the second place from her and the one that had gone the most incredible transformation. Isabelle wouldn’t dare to call her a bimbo since she was a very smart woman despite giving up her career to become a mother and a housewife, but…

But she could not put another word for the body she was featuring in her profile picture now days.

Nonetheless she contacted Lizzy and set an appointment to meet her at a nearby café.

Eagerly she told her about The Program. It was an invite-only website that she had signed up and so did most of their classmates.

“Are there any side effects?” Isabelle said taking note of everything Lizzy told her.

Lizzy giggled, Isabelle didn’t remember ever listening to her laugh that way.

“Uhm, like, I don’t think so?” She said taking a sip from her double mochaccino with whipped cream. She took a dollop of cream and licked it very suggestively.

Isabelle felt a bit uncomfortable.

“I mean, I feel a lot more horny lately, but I think that’s mostly the post-pregnancy hormones, you know? even my tits are bigger, full of milk to feed the twins.” She added squeezing her breasts together.

She could only remember her wearing baggy sweaters and didn’t know if she had grown a cup or two but they were definitely bigger.

“But other than that is great! I mean look at me, after giving birth I thought it would be difficult to get back in shape but I feel better than ever.” She said in a chirpy voice and took another sip from her coffee.

Isabelle took notes. She was skeptic but she could hardly argue with the results. She told her about all the other girls as well how much weight they had lost and how their lives had improved. It was almost as if The Program had cleaned their skin, watered her crops and even cured their depression.

She chortled and covered her mouth to hide her laugh. Lizzy didn’t realize since her babies began to cry.

“There, there,” She leaned over the stroller and hugged one while handing the other a bottle, “You don’t mind if I feed them, right?” Lizzy didn’t give her time to answer before she pulled out her breast and showed Isabelle her darkened and hard nipples.

The baby suckled and drank. Lizzy closed her eyes, but released a very audible moan.

Isabelle stopped writing and gulped unable to take her eyes away from the same age as her.

“You seem sensitive, does it hurt?” Isabelle asked licking her lips.

Lizzy seemed dazed and out of herself, her voice gave a pleasant purr, “Sorry?”

“Does it hurt? I mean, when they drink?” Isabelle leaned closer not knowing why she was so interested in her former classmates tits.

“No,” Lizzy said with a vapid smile on her lips, “It feels… incredible.”

Isabelle nodded and stared at her friend’s placid face. Then she gathered her things while talking as fast as she could, “Well, thank you it was a pleasure talking to you after such a long time, I will be seeing you bye.”

Lizzy watched her go, “The pleasure was all mine,” Was all that she could say in a husky purr as Isabelle left the café and people around her tried not to stare.

The young woman could not believe how turned on she was, but she could hardly deny the results of The Program Lizzy spoke about.

When she arrived home Isabelle opened the website and made sure to input Lizzy’s referral code. It seemed safe enough and not a scam, and it also seemed to work very well for everyone.

The only thing that was worrying her was how erotic the end of that conversation became. How distant and vapid her intelligent friend had become.

“But Lizzy was always a perverted slut,” She said out loud trying to reassure herself, “I am sure it will be okay.”

The landing page was very standard, images of fit men and women, testimonials, things like that.

After she signed up with her personal email she was led to a small introductory video. The instructions told her to use headphone so that the tutorial would be more effective and guide her through The Program.

It played as with any other exercise program with an instructor/trainer, a woman in her thirties wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, she explained the classic stuff of willpower and determination, building habits. It was shot in a calm garden with the sound of running water and birds as well as soft music playing on the background.

She moved on to explain in more detail the satisfaction rates as well as statistics. Isabelle took note of everything.

But after a while the music began to get into her head, it was too calming, too soft and relaxing. As much as she tried to focus, she ended up spaced out.

The moment the tutorial was over, the pen she was holding fell down. Blinking several times, she cleaned a bit of drool from her chin and moved on to the next page.

The soft hum kept playing in the background of the page and Isabelle didn’t find anywhere to turn it off, but even so she didn’t mute her computer or take off her headphones.

She filled out a questionnaire with everything from her height, weight, her goals. All the standard stuff for a health and diet program, or at least it was the standard until the second set of questions appeared.

How big was her chest, in a scale of 1 to 10 how sensitive are your nipples. When was the last time you had an orgasm? Would you say you cum more easily from penetration or clitoral stimulation.

Those were very invasive questions, but she kept filling them and listening to the soft hum in her earphones.

Before she knew it she was done answering all the questions, half of them she didn’t even remember.

The page loaded and finally informed her it had a plan ready for her to follow to achieve her goals before the end of the year.

Excited, Isabelle downloaded the plan on her phone. Every video and exercise began with a guided meditation with the calming soundtrack that she rapidly grew accustomed to.

After the meditation, the program would guide her through a series of exercises programed for that day.

Every week she would receive a newsletter with a progress tracker and some quotes to inspire her, the first one said that small changes in her habits could reap the biggest results.

And it did. The following morning she had her usual breakfast of milk, cereal and a glass of orange juice followed by her setting up her yoga mat and playing the first video on her phone.

She breathed, relaxed.

She listened to the voice of her instructor.

Focusing on the music humming on the background.

She breathed, letting air fill her chest.

She exhaled letting the stress go.

She nodded as her instructor’s voice made her fall deep into trance…

Then she dozed off.

Next thing she knew her alarm was going off, she was sweaty and sore. She barely remembered her workout at all.

It was already half an hour later and she would have to shower quickly to get on time to her job.

The water was cold and she was thankful for it, for some reason she felt horny, her pussy was dripping and even with the freezing water, her fingers slid easily over her clit trying to scratch that need.

Frustrated and sore she rushed and went on with her day job.

Retail is not particularly easy or stress relieving, but it was all she could do while working on her thesis, the afternoons were free for her to study and go to class or review with the professor in charge.

As the day went on, and the hardships of handling costumers piled up on her; Isabelle found herself instinctively reaching for her phone during her break, fiddling through social media and watching Lizzy in her fabulous milf body, bitting her lip she closed the app and decided to play the meditation video from The Program.

She breathed in.

Relaxed.

And the rest of her shift melted away in a pleasant, hazy daze. Before closing, a client approached her and told her what a pretty smile she had. Normally she would dismiss such comments, but this time she giggled and thanked him.

Back home she played the meditation file over and over again while she opened her books and sat down to study and work over her thesis.

Stretching, she looked at the clock and despite feeling like only a few minutes had passed she already had three pages written; hightlited several pages of different books and taken copious notes. Despite all that, she still felt relaxed and full of energy.

And despite the late hour, she didn’t feel any hunger. Then she reached to the side and found a protein mix that she didn’t remember preparing or even buying.

She gulped, feeling a bit nervous about having some time lagoons in her mind. But the music was so soothing.

So relaxing.

Isabelle breathed in and decided that the small changes were for the better.

Closing the books she walked to the bed, and threw away her clothes to the laundry basket.

She wasn’t sleepy, she was energized. But it was late and she needed to sleep. The Program remarked the importance of a good night sleep. So she climbed on the bed and left the phone charging on the side.

But the music never stopped.

Isabelle needed to do something with all that energy.

She turned off the lights and threw a pillow over her head. Tossing and turning she was not comfortable or ready to go to sleep.

The music was helping, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to- She needed to-

She took the pillow from her face and placed it between her legs.

“That’s better” she thought as she tried to get into a more comfortable position. Laying down, with the pillow between her legs.

Isabelle pressed her chest on the mattress, trying to focus on the music, But the pillow was rubbing her in a way that felt almost like she was naked.

And that’s when she realized, she was naked. She never grabbed her pajamas. She simply climbed on top of the bed and listened.

She tried to stand up, but the feeling of the fabric, the pillow rubbing her clit in just the most delicious way.

An image formed in her mind. It was Lizzy in front of her, her mouth gaping, her blouse open to let her big and full chest heave. She wanted to taste those dark nipples. She wanted her hand between her legs.

Isabelle rode her pillow, with her mouth gasping for air, repeating her friend’s name over and over “Lizzy,” as she teased her clit and her nipples.

She wanted to kiss her, she wanted to grab her by the neck and lead her down between her legs so that Lizzy would worship her pussy, licking, riding her face.

As she rode her pillow, teasing and playing with her pussy and nipples, there was a soft voice in the back of her head. It sounded familiar.

Focus on the pleasure. You are pleasure. You were made for pleasure

It drilled the words in her head. Echoing back and forth with Lizzy’s naked image in her mind. Her soft thighs, her toned ass. Her hard nipples.

You’re pleasure. You were made for pleasure. Focus on your pleasure.

The voice sounded like Lizzy, caressing her head, with that cadence that reminded her of the meditation file. Soft, relaxed, pliant.

Obedient.

You were made for pleasure. Focus on the pleasure. You’re pleasure.

In Isabelle’s mind, Lizzy held her close. Kissing her, leading her down between her legs. Touching and pleasing her. But now it was her turn. Now she had to please her. She was made for pleasure.

She leaned down, her tongue out, she needed to please Lizzy, to make her cum. Then she would cum. She was made for pleasure, she was pleasure, she needed to focus on the pleasure.

So close.

Isabelle drooled and bit the pillow, imagining Lizzy’s body, her sex, the short dark pubes, her voice guiding her.

And then the voice. The one on the back of her head, Lizzy’s voice, it whispered.

Cum.

Isabelle convulsed, grasping the sheets, holding her pillow tight between her legs. The moans and guttural sounds of her orgasm drowned by the pillow against her mouth.

Cum. The voice repeated. Cum for me.

Another wave of pleasure hit Isabelle. Making her feet curl and her back arch. Her whole body clenched as waves of electricity coursed through her body.

Cum for me, my pleasure doll. The voice whispered and vanished.

Isabelle passed out, listening to the soft noises of nature that had accompanied her orgasms.

———

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sixsixtwenty · 3 days ago

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All might x Male reader Headcanons <3

(Art belongs to oneul_haru !)

Summary: You and All might/Toshinori met at UA and became friends at first and later became Lovers!~ (Gay hehe) you possess some kind of Anti-Aging Quirk wich where your physical appearance stops aging at 20.

Beginning UA

-You two Instantly became best buddies after you guys first talked to each other during class (you're desk neighbors!)

-When it was Lunch he always waited at your desk until you're finished with whatever you're doing so you two could go get lunch in the cafeteria!

-He always sits next to you At lunch and even insists of holding your tray for you like a sweetheart. but we're gonna forget that one time he dropped both trays on the ground and caused a scene on accident.

-During Hero training you sometimes tend to watch him while he poofs up into his muscular form clearly staring everywhere but he pretends like he doesn't see you doing it

-Innerly he's secretly a blushing mess when he catches you and gets random caughing fits ;P

-One time during Valentine's and went to your lockers you noticed a bunch of love letters in your locker and it seems to be all from the same person. (Toshinori is the culprit as expected)

-GYM BUDDIES~

-After his first encounter with All for one he's been on edge ever since, he thought he might lose you and he didn't want that. so he swore to always protect you.

Current time (after hsi retirement)

-You two are still quite close and the media has caught up to you two being best friends and usually bombard you two with questions.

-Toshinori can't help but always look at you when you're near. he always thinks to himself how beautiful you still are and how he's looking so old and frale now.

-While he's Retired you are still doing pro hero work saving other people and being a star in his eyes.

-One Night after a hot shower you had a call from Toshi. needless to say that call went on for hours through the night with Him expressing his secret love and admiration for you.

-if you reciprocated his feelings he'd be over the moon and probably kicking his scrawny legs while he's sitting/standing/laying down.

-At first he's awkward suddenly being in a relationship with you. not because he's uncomfortable or something it's because he never imagined he could score you.

-I believe you'd be the first to do moves like nipping at his cheek or wrapping an arm around his and giving him little nicknames like "All mine" "Blondie" "little bird"

-He loves them all but he gets extremely flustered.

-it would take a little bit for him to warm up to the relationship but once he does he is such a loverboy, it almost makes you remember his old self in UA.

-He showers you with little handmade gifts, Swarms you in kisses and hugs, Cuddles with you at night and always sends you those good morning and goodnight gifs.

Author note

It's been a little while since i posted anything. i had a big writing block for months now but im back babeh!

by the time you might read this i probably updated my List for fandoms/characters i write for!

#mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha all might #all might #mha #mha all might x reader #mha toshinori #toshinori yagi x reader

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smutfanfictionlover-blog · 2 years ago

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Convince him (smut)- Choi San (최 산) x Kang Yeosang (강 여상) x female reader PART 1.

Author's note: This is supposed to be for San only but when I suddenly had a wet dream of Yeosang, I included him in this fanfic haha! But I also hope you will like my beloved readers! THIS PART HAS NO SMUT SCENES.

PART 2

Number of words: 7.2k

Y/N is working in a men’s health magazine named ATZ Magazine and she has colleagues named Wooyoung and Jeimin, they are the ones who are busily finding the cover models for the magazines every month. Then their manager named Jeong Yunho called them for a meeting in the conference room.

“So, I talked to our CEO, Mr. Park Seonghwa about the cover model that we will find for next month’s issue and he said that since we already made many celebrities to be the cover model, this time, we should find a personal trainer to be the cover model,” Yunho said.

“Oh! That will be very interesting if we will make a personal trainer be the cover model since they already have great and healthy bodies to flaunt for the magazine,” Y/N said.

“Exactly! But it’s better if we will find a personal trainer who is not famous so that many will have an interest in him in the future,” Yunho said.

“Also, that can help them to get more clients in the future,” Wooyoung said.

“You are right, Wooyoung! So you need at least 3-8 personal trainer profiles to submit to me so that Mr. Seonghwa and I will choose who will be the cover model,” Yunho said.

“So, this time we will be visiting fitness gyms to talk with the personal trainers, right?” Jeimin asked.

“Yup! But please, make sure your chosen personal trainers are willing to be the cover model and we don’t want to force anyone who doesn't want to be the cover model, okay? Are we clear about that?” Yunho said, then Y/N, Wooyoung, and Jeimin nodded.

“Okay! Great! Let’s go back to work now,” Yunho said, then all of them went back to their working stations and started to find some fitness gyms that they will visit. As time went by, it was already lunch break, and while they were having lunch…

“Did you two already find fitness gyms that we can visit next week?” Jeimin asked.

“Yup! I think it won’t be hard for us to find a cover model,” Wooyoung said.

“Me too! I already found numerous fitness gyms to visit. But I hope if we talked to those personal trainers, they would somehow accept the offer to be the cover model. What about you, Jeimin?” Y/N asked.

“I have already found a few fitness gyms. Also, you are right, Y/N. Because we can’t force them if they refuse,” Jeimin said.

“I almost forgot about that. But I think we can still try to convince them, right?” Wooyoung said.

“You are right! But if they still said NO we really have to let them go,” Y/N said and her friends agreed.

“But since we found many fitness gyms, I think someone will at least say yes to be the cover model, and also, that will be a big opportunity for them,” Jeimin said.

“Yup! I believe that someone will accept the offer,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“I think we should go back to work now,” Wooyoung said, then Y/N and Jeimin nodded and all of them went back to work.

FAST FORWARD…

It was already the day when Y/N, Jeimin, and Wooyoung will be visiting the fitness gyms to talk to the personal trainers. Some personal trainers refused and accepted the offer to be the cover model. But there is one fitness gym that they visited and as soon as they enter, Y/N noticed a man who is currently helping his client do some exercises.

“Damn! He is so handsome and really physically fit,” Y/N thought as she was still staring at him and her friends noticed it.

“Y/N, focus!” Wooyoung said, which made Y/N cut off her thoughts.

“Sorry!” Y/N said as she slightly laughed.

“Good morning!” Jeimin said to the male receptionist of the gym named Jongho.

“Good morning! How may I help you?” Jongho asked as he smiled.

“We are from ATZ magazine, we are here to talk with your personal trainers because we are looking for a cover model for the magazine. Will that be alright?” Jeimin asked.

“Oh! I love reading that magazine. Sure! But not all personal trainers are here at the moment because some of them are having their day off. So, is it alright that all of you will just talk to two personal trainers today?” Jongho asked.

“Yes! That’s alright,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“Okay! I’ll tell them. Wait for a while,” Jongho said, then all of them nodded. Jongho approached the personal trainers and…

“San and Yeosang, are you two on a break at the moment?” Jongho asked.

“Yup! Why?” San asked.

“Well, there are three people who are working for ATZ magazine and they want to talk to the two of you,” Jongho said.

“Oh! Really? Just the two of us?” Yeosang asked.

“Yup! They need to talk to the personal trainers and they are looking for a cover model for the magazine,” Jongho said, which made San and Yeosang surprised.

“Oh! I will never refuse that offer,” Yeosang said as he smiled.

“Yeosang, you can just talk to them. I don’t want to talk to them,” San said.

“Why? Just give them a minute to talk to you,” Jongho said.

“If they will just ask me if I wanted to be the cover model, I will say NO,” San said.

“Come on, San! Let’s just talk to them and you can tell them your reason for that,” Yeosang said and San sighed.

“Fine! Let’s go,” San said, then Jongho together with San and Yeosang went into the reception area and…

“These are our personal trainers, this is Choi San and this is Kang Yeosang,” Jongho said.

“Good morning Mr. San and Mr. Yeosang! I am Y/N, this is Jeimin and this is Wooyoung. We are from ATZ magazine, can we talk to the two of you?” Y/N asked.

“Sure! No problem! Nice to meet all of you!” Yeosang said as he smiled.

“Nice to meet all of you too,” San said as he also smiled. Then they went to the cafe that was beside the fitness gym and Y/N is the one who will talk to San and as for Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jeimin will talk to him. But before Y/N was about to speak…

“Ms. Y/N, I am sorry to tell you this but before you ask whatever question to me, I will already say NO to that. But thank you for considering me to be the cover model,” San said, which made Y/N surprised and sighed.

“Gosh! I thought this handsome man here will accept the offer to be the cover model,” Y/N thought.

“But Mr. San, this will be a big opportunity for you to get more clients in the future,” Y/N said.

“Ms. Y/N, I don’t care if I will get more clients in the future. I just don’t want everyone to pay attention to me and I just want my life to be peaceful. I hope you understand,” San said.

“But Mr. San, I think you are the best choice to be the cover model just for next month’s issue. Please!” Y/N said, then San sighed deeply.

“Ms. Y/N, If I say NO, it's a NO. Anyways, I have to go back to the gym because our break is already done. Thanks again for your time,” San said as he stood up and…

“Yeosang, are you done talking to them? Our break is already done and our clients might be waiting for us,” San said.

“Oh! Yes! Thanks, Mr. Wooyoung and Ms. Jeimin for your time,” Yeosang said as he smiled at them.

“Thanks too, Mr. Yeosang! Have a nice day!” Wooyoung said, then San and Yeosang went back to the gym. As for Y/N, she sighed again and her friends noticed it.

“It seems your conversation with Mr. San didn’t go well,” Jeimin said.

“You are right! I tried to convince him but he completely refused. But I am not gonna lie that I really want him to be the cover model and I think he is the best choice,” Y/N said.

“We know how you feel, Y/N. Because we saw the way you looked at him earlier,” Wooyoung said, which made Jeimin slightly laugh.

“Can you stop it, Wooyoung?” Y/N said, then Wooyoung and Jeimin laughed.

“Girl! You were drooling a while ago when you saw Mr. San,” Jeimin said, which made Y/N roll her eyes and her friends just laughed again.

“Let’s just go back to the office and submit the profiles of the personal trainers to Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said, then her friends nodded and went back to the office. When they arrived at the office, Jeimin first printed out Yeosang’s profile, and then, she gave it to Y/N who will be the one who will submit the profiles to Yunho.

“Oh! I didn’t expect that you would give me just a few profiles of the personal trainers that are willing to be the cover model. It seems all of you had a hard time finding a personal trainer who is willing to be the cover model,” Yunho said.

“Yes, It’s harder than we thought because many refuse and they don’t want to be recognized like what the personal trainer told me that I talked to earlier. But I will still try to convince him and I will give his profile to you,” Y/N said.

“It seems you really want that personal trainer to be the cover model, huh?” Yunho asked.

“Yes! I think he will be the best choice to be the cover model,” Y/N said.

“Okay! But don't forget that I already said to all of you not to force someone, right?” Yunho said.

“Yes! I remember that, Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.

“Just remember if you submit someone’s profile to me without the person’s permission and I suddenly call that person and suddenly get mad at us, they might think that we are invading their privacy. Are we clear about that?” Yunho asked.

“Yes, Mr. Yunho! I’ll remember that,” Y/N said.

“Good! You may go back to work now,” Yunho said, then Y/N nodded and left his office. After Y/N left Yunho’s office she went to the nearby restaurant where her friends were waiting for her to have lunch.

“So, did you tell Mr. Yunho about San?” Jeimin asked.

“Yup! I also told Mr. Yunho that I will still convince him,” Y/N said.

“Oh! So, Mr. Yunho will still wait for San’s profile?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yup! By the way, you already have Yeosang’s number, right?” Y/N asked.

“Yup! Why?” Jeimin asked.

“Can I have Yeosang’s number?” Y/N asked.

“Oh! Do you have a plan?” Wooyoung asked.

“Not entirely. But since I want to talk to San, I'll try to get San’s number from him,” Y/N said.

“Wow! You really are determined to convince and get San as the cover model, huh?” Wooyoung said as he smirked, then Y/N nodded shyly which made her friends laugh.

“You know, I think you are only just attracted to San, that's why you are suddenly determined to get him as the cover model, don’t you?” Jeimin asked.

“Yes! I’ll admit that it was like love at first sight,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Now we know. But don’t stalk him, okay?” Wooyoung said.

“I won’t do that! I promise. So, can you please give me Yeosang’s number?” Y/N said, then Wooyoung gave Yeosang’s number to her.

“Thanks, guys! I’ll call him when I get home,” Y/N said.

“Okay! Anyways, let’s get back to work,” Jeimin said, then all of them went back to work. As for Yeosang and San who already went to their condo unit.

“By any chance, did you still refuse the offer?” Yeosang asked.

“Yup! I also told Ms. Y/N that even though they intended to help us gain more clients in the future, I still don’t want to be the cover model,” San said.

“But why? Also, Ms. Jeimin and Mr. Wooyoung told me that their manager and CEO will still choose the cover model. It means we are still not sure if we are going to be the cover model,” Yeosang said.

“Even so, I still won’t accept it. So, good luck Yeosang and I hope you will be chosen to be the cover model,” San said as he smiled and patted Yeosang’s shoulder, which made him sigh. As time went by, Y/N already got home and she decided to call Yeosang.

“Yeosang! Someone is calling you,” San said as he saw someone calling on Yeosang’s phone.

“Who is it?” Yeosang asked.

“I don’t know. It’s an unknown number. Here’s your phone,” San said as he gave the phone and Yeosang answered it.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Yeosang: Hello? Who is this?

Y/N: Good evening, Mr. Yeosang! I am Y/N from ATZ magazine. Do you remember?

Yeosang: Of course, Ms. Y/N! Why did you call?

Y/N: Just call me, Y/N. Anyways, can you give me San’s number?

Yeosang: Yes! By any chance, will you try to convince him again?

Y/N: Yes! I think San will also be a good candidate for being the cover model.

Yeosang: I see. I’ll send you his number after our conversation.

Y/N: Okay! Thank you very much, Yeosang!

Yeosang: I am glad you will still try to convince him because I also think that San is a good fit to be the cover model.

Y/N: To be honest, both of you deserve to be the cover model. But you two should be in a separate monthly issue of the magazine.

Yeosang: Thanks, Y/N! But if I wasn’t chosen by your superiors as a cover model, will my profile be still kept in your department?

Y/N: Yes! If they also think that you can be the next cover model for another monthly issue of the magazine we will still keep it.

Yeosang: Thanks for the information, Y/N.

Y/N: No problem, Yeosang! We will update you about the results, okay?

Yeosang: Okay! I’ll have to sleep now. Thanks again for your time and I’ll surely send San’s number. Good night, Y/N!

Y/N: Okay! Good night, Yeosang!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Yeosang sent San’s number to Y/N, then Y/N saved San's number and she decided to wash up and went to sleep.

NEXT DAY…

Y/N is spending her day-off with Jeimin in her condo unit.

“So, did you already call Yeosang yesterday and got San’s number?” Jeimin asked.

“Yup! I will call him later,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I see. But what if San will still refuses?” Jeimin asked.

“I will still think about other plans because I really want him to be the cover model,” Y/N said and Jeimin chuckled.

“Sorry to say this girl. But you sound so desperate already to have him and I won’t be surprised if you will stalk him in the next few days since you are now friends with Yeosang, right?”Jeimin said, then Y/N sighed.

“Yes, I became friends with Yeosang already. You know, If I wasn’t attracted to San in the first place when I saw him in the gym, I wouldn't be like this,” Y/N said.

“I know how you feel, girl! But remember you will be scolded by Mr. Yunho if you did other things without San’s permission,” Jeimin said.

“I will never forget that and I don’t want to be scolded by our handsome manager, Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said, which made Jeimin slightly laugh.

“Anyways, good luck to you in convincing San, and I somehow agree that he is the best choice to be the cover model,” Jeimin said.

“Thanks, Jeimin! I really hope that San will think that this will be a great opportunity that he shouldn’t miss,” Y/N said, then Jeimin nodded and smiled. As for San and Yeosang who were hanging out in Jongho’s condo unit…

“Yeosang, who called you last night?” San asked.

“It’s Ms. Y/N, from ATZ magazine,” Yeosang said.

“Oh! Did she already tell you the results?” Jongho asked.

“Not yet. She just talked about San when he refused the offer,” Yeosang said, which made San surprised.

“Oh! By any chance, will she try to convince me again?” San asked.

“I think so. But why don’t you just give it a shot, San?” Yeosang asked.

“Yeosang is right. Also, nothing will lose if you accept that offer,” Jongho said, then San sighed.

“Guys! I already made a decision that I will never accept that offer, okay? She can find another personal trainer who is willing to be the cover model,” San said.

“To be honest, she asked me for your phone number,” Yeosang said.

“Did you give it to her?” San asked, which made Yeosang gulp.

“Nope!” Yeosang said as he lied to San.

“Are you sure? Because if she calls me, I will still say NO to her and will not answer her call if she does it again a few times,” San said.

“Aren’t you being rude to Y/N?” Jongho asked.

“Jongho and Yeosang, I already made my final decision and that won’t change my mind. So, I hope Ms. Y/N will not be stubborn,” San said.

“Fine! Do whatever you want. You are missing a great opportunity that was just right in front of you,” Yeosang said.

“Anyways, let’s just change the topic. I don’t want us to have a bad day, okay?” Jongho said, then Yeosang and San nodded. As time went by, it was already evening and Jeimin had already left Y/N’s condo unit, then she decided to call San.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

San: Hello? Who is this?

Y/N: Good evening! I am Y/N from ATZ magazine.

San: I knew it! Yeosang gave you my number! You know, if you want to talk about the offer again, I will still say NO to you, okay?

Y/N: But San, please! This is only a one-time opportunity.

San: *sighs* I am really sorry, Y/N. But that’s my final decision. You can just find another personal trainer that you can recommend to be the next cover model, okay? I have to sleep now. Good night.

END OF CONVERSATION.

When San hung-up the call, Y/N sighed and…

“I have to try other things to make San the cover model,” Y/N thought and she went to sleep.

NEXT DAY…

Y/N is still having a day-off and while she was having lunch alone, she is still thinking about how she will make San the cover model and suddenly she thought of calling Jeimin.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Jeimin: Oh! Y/N, why did you call?

Y/N: I just want to ask you, how did you get Yeosang’s profile that you submitted to Mr. Yunho?

Jeimin: After we had a conversation with Yeosang, we called Jongho to email us his profile right away. That’s why Wooyoung and I had a chance to submit his profile on the same day when we went to the gym. Why? By any chance, did San already accept it and you will ask Jongho to email San’s profile?

Y/N: Umm… Yeah! Thanks for telling me, Jeimin. But can you also give me Jongho’s number?

Jeimin: Sure! I’ll send you, Jongho’s number after our conversation. Are you really sure that San already accepted it?

Y/N: Yes! San accepted it.

Jeimin: Make sure that he is really willing to be the cover model, okay? Because if you submitted his profile without San knowing it and Mr. Yunho called him, you will be doomed, Y/N.

Y/N: Don’t worry about it, okay?

Jeimin: Okay! I’ll hung-up now and I’ll send you Jongho’s number.

Y/N: Okay! Have a nice day, Jeimin!

Jeimin: Have a nice day too, Y/N!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Y/N already received Jeimin’s message which was Jongho’s number and she saved it in her contacts and decided to call him already.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Jongho: Hello? Who is this?

Y/N: Good afternoon, Jongho! This is Y/N from ATZ magazine. Remember me?

Jongho: Of course, Ms. Y/N! Why did you call?

Y/N: Just call me, Y/N. Well, Jeimin told me that you were the one who sent Yeosang’s profile to them.

Jongho: Okay! So, are you also going to ask for San’s profile?

Y/N: Yes! You can just email his profile to me at the same email address where Jeimin and Wooyoung asked you to send it like last time.

Jongho: Okay! I’ll send it later. But I guess San still didn’t accept it, right?

Y/N: Yup! He still refused.

Jongho: Okay! So, you are doing this now so that when San is the chosen cover model he will have no choice but do the photoshoot, am I right?

Y/N: Umm… yes! I just really want him to be the cover model and I think he also deserves it.

Jongho: I understand, Y/N. I’ll send you his profile but we should expect that if San knows about this, he will get mad at us.

Y/N: I know. I’ll just try to see if this will work or not.

Jongho: Okay! The reason why I still send you his profile of San is that I also think that he deserves to be recognized as a personal trainer not only as a cover model even though he doesn’t want it.

Y/N: Thanks for helping me, Jongho. I guess you won’t tell this to San, right?

Jongho: Yup! No worries! I won’t tell him and I think Yeosang is also on your side, right?

Y/N: Yup! But to be honest, those two really deserve to be the cover model.

Jongho: I agree with you. But if San will still refuse? By any chance, will Yeosang be the cover model?

Y/N: I think so! It seems he is also a strong candidate for being the cover model.

Jongho: Okay! By the way, I have to go and I’ll send you San's profile.

Y/N: Okay! Thanks again, Jongho!

Jongho: No problem! Bye!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Jongho sent San’s profile and Y/N received it.

“I’ll send this to Mr. Yunho tomorrow,” Y/N thought. As for Jongho who went to Yeosang and San’s place, he suddenly noticed that Yeosang and San were quiet and…

“Did you two fight before I arrived?” Jongho asked, then San and Yeosang still didn’t respond and…

“Guys! I know you two can talk so please tell me what happened,” Jongho said as he sighed.

“I got mad at Yeosang because he lied to me that he didn’t give my number to Y/N but she suddenly called me yesterday,” San said.

“Is that all?” Jongho asked, then Yeosang nodded.

“I just don’t really want Y/N to bother me about that offer, that’s why I don’t really want to give my number to her,” San said.

“I am sorry, San. I was just helping Y/N,” Yeosang said.

“It’s okay, I understand. Let’s just forget about this since I already talked to her yesterday and still said NO to her,” San said.

“Okay! We won’t comment anymore about that,” Jongho said and Yeosang agreed.

“Great to hear that, guys! I’ll just order our food, okay?” San said as he smiled, then Yeosang and Jongho nodded. While San is focused on his phone ordering their food, Yeosang receives a message from Jongho which makes him surprised and reads the message and it says…

“Yeosang, I gave San’s profile to Y/N and she has the plan to submit it to their manager - JH”

When Yeosang read the message, he looked at Jongho with a surprised face and he just sent a reply to him instead of telling it to him loudly because San might have heard them.

“What? But if San knows about that, he will get angry at you, and also, he will get angrier at Y/N!- YS”

As Jongho read Yeosang’s message he sighed, then suddenly San noticed it.

“Any problem, guys?” San asked.

“No! Everything is fine,” Yeosang said as he tried to smile.

“Oh! Okay! I thought you two are into something,” San said, then Yeosang and Jongho slightly laughed.

“You know, we should play online games today after we have lunch,” Jongho said.

“That will be fun!” San said as he smiled. After they had lunch they played some online games. As time went by, Jongho went home and suddenly Yeosang called him.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Jongho: Yeosang, why did you call?

Yeosang: I still want to talk about you sending San’s profile to Y/N.

Jongho: What about that?

Yeosang: Jongho, you shouldn’t have done that without San’s permission.

Jongho: Both of us are just helping Y/N because we also both want San to give this a shot, right?

Yeosang: I know! But like what I said earlier, he will get angrier at Y/N because she will just submit his profile to his manager without him knowing it.

Jongho: Y/N knows that will happen and I think she is already prepared for that. As for me, I know San will also get angry at me when he knows that I was the one who sent his profile but I know what I am doing and I am not doing anything that can make San in danger.

Yeosang:*sighs* Okay! It seems you are also prepared that San will get angry at you.

Jongho: Yup! But I notice you are very concerned about Y/N, huh? Even though we just saw her once in the gym.

Yeosang: Is it bad to be concerned about someone?

Jongho: No! That’s not what I mean. But by any chance, do you like her?

Yeosang: So, you are now thinking that way, huh? I’ll admit that she is pretty and has a good personality but I just like her as a friend, that’s all. Also, I think she likes San because her determination to get San to be the cover model is really high.

Jongho: *laughs* Well, you have a point there, Yeosang. Anyways, I have to sleep.

Yeosang: Okay! Good night, bro!

Jongho: Good night, bro! Bye!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Yeosang and Jongho went to sleep.

NEXT DAY…

Y/N is already in the office and as she checked the email she already received San’s profile then, she downloaded the file and printed San’s profile, then went to Yunho’s office.

“Good morning, Y/N! What brings you here?” Yunho asked.

“Good morning, Mr. Yunho! I will just give this personal trainer’s profile that I mentioned to you last week,” Y/N said.

“Oh! You already convinced him?” Yunho asked.

“Yes, Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said as she smiled.

“Gosh! What am I doing?” Y/N thought.

“Okay! Since there are no other profiles to be submitted anymore, it means we can already choose who is the model, right?” Yunho asked.

“Yes, Mr. Yunho! You and Mr. Seonghwa can already choose the cover model,” Y/N said.

“Great! Thanks, Y/N! You can go back to work now,” Yunho said as he smiled, then Y/N nodded and went back to her working station. As for Yunho, he sent a message to Seonghwa in their web portal that they can have a meeting about the selected personal trainers and choose the cover model, then both of them went to the conference room and had a meeting.

“Good morning, Mr. Seonghwa!” Yunho said.

“Good morning, Yunho! I am kinda excited to see the profiles of each personal trainer,” Seonghwa said as he smiled.

“Me too! But some of them I already saw their profile and earlier, Y/N gave me the last personal trainer that she chose and it will be my first time to see his profile,” Yunho said.

“Oh! I see. Can you give me their profiles now?” Seonghwa asked, then Yunho nodded and gave it to him. While Seonghwa is reading each profile, Yunho is reading San’s profile. Then after a few minutes of reading their profiles…

“So, have you made up your mind already, Mr. Seonghwa?” Yunho asked.

“Yup! To be honest, two personal trainers caught my attention and both of them fit to be the cover model,” Seonghwa said, which made Yunho surprised.

“Two personal trainers? But aren't we supposed to choose only one?” Yunho asked.

“Yes! But one of them can be the cover model for next month and the other one is for another month,” Seonghwa said.

“Oh! So you are also now choosing for another month’s magazine issue?” Yunho asked.

“Yup! Here’s my pick,” Seonghwa said as he gave two profiles of the personal trainers.

“We have the same pick, Mr. Seonghwa. But who was your number one pick?” Yunho asked.

“It’s Mr. Choi San,” Seonghwa said.

“I also chose him. It means the cover model for next month is Mr. Choi San and for another month is Mr. Kang Yeosang, right?” Yunho asked.

“You are right! Mr. Choi San will be the first cover model then Mr. Kang Yeosang,” Seonghwa said.

“But Mr. Seonghwa, what if Mr. Choi San suddenly refused?” Yunho asked.

“Then, Mr. Kang Yeosang will be the first cover model. I also think we can still keep Mr. Choi San’s profile if he really refuses because in the future we might not know that he will accept to be the cover model,” Seonghwa said.

“Really? But why?” Yunho asked.

“I just really want him to be the cover model and he’s a catch. I also think he deserves to be recognized,” Seonghwa said.

“Oh! Okay! I understand, Mr. Seonghwa. I’ll call Mr. Choi San after lunch,” Yunho said.

“Okay! Thanks for today, Yunho! Have a nice day!” Seonghwa said.

“No problem, Mr. Seonghwa! Have a nice day too!” Yunho said as he smiled, then both of them went back to their offices. At that time, Wooyoung, Jeimin, and Y/N saw that Yunho came back.

“I think Mr. Seonghwa and him already chose the cover model,” Jeimin said.

“You think who might be the chosen cover model?” Wooyoung said.

“I can feel it will be San,” Y/N said, then her friends chuckled.

“You really are determined to make San the cover model, huh?” Wooyoung said.

“Of course! I think he is the best choice,” Y/N said.

“The best? Where? In your heart?” Jeimin asked, which made Wooyoung laugh.

“That’s one reason but I just want him to have a great opportunity for him to be recognized,” Y/N said.

“We know that, Y/N. But there might be a chance that aside from San, Yeosang will also be selected,” Wooyoung said.

“But they are supposed to choose only one cover model, right?” Jeimin asked.

“Yup! But who knows? Mr. Seonghwa might have chosen already for another month of the magazine’s issue,” Wooyoung said.

“I agree with you, Wooyoung! I also think Yeosang was also selected. Anyways, let’s just talk later and go back to work,” Y/N said, then her friends agreed and went back to work. As for Yunho, he called San.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

San: Hello? Who is this?

Yunho: Good afternoon, Mr. Choi San, I am Jeong Yunho from ATZ Magazine and I am calling you right now because you are selected to be the cover model for next month's magazine issue.

San: I guess your staff is really stubborn, Mr. Yunho.

Yunho: Huh? What do you mean, Mr. San?

San: I told Ms. Y/N already that I don’t want to be a cover model. To be honest, I don’t know where she got my profile. You can just make my friend, Kang Yeosang, the cover model since I know that they submitted his profile to you.

Yunho: Umm… I am really sorry about this, Mr. San. I’ll talk to her later. But I also want to tell you that the CEO of ATZ Magazine wants to keep your profile even though you refused to be the cover model.

San: Is that so? Okay! Just make sure that my profile is safe.

Yunho: Of course, Mr. San. No worries. Also again, I am sorry about Ms. Y/N, I think she just really wants you to be the cover model. But I respect whatever reason you have on why you refused to be the cover model.

San: I understand, Mr. Yunho. But thanks for respecting my decision. Also, don’t worry I won’t sue Ms. Y/N for stealing my profile since I know she has good intentions. By the way, I hope you can make my friend Yeosang the cover model because he is really willing to be the model.

Yunho: To be honest, Mr. Yeosang and you were chosen as models but since you refused, Mr. Yeosang will be the cover model next month.

San: Really? I am glad to hear that, Mr. Yunho! Anyways, I have to go and have a nice day!

Yunho: Thanks! Have a nice day also, Mr. San!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After Yunho had a conversation with San, he sighed and…

“Y/N is so stubborn and I almost got into trouble because of what she has done!” Yunho thought. Then he decided to send a message to Y/N to come to the office. As Y/N saw Yunho’s message, she got nervous.

“Guys! I will just go to Mr. Yunho’s office,” Y/N said, then her friends nodded. As Y/N entered his office…

“Sit down first. I want to talk to you,” Yunho said. Then Y/N sat on the chair that was in front of his table.

“What is this about?” Y/N asked, then Yunho sighed.

“Y/N, how did you get Mr. San’s profile?” Yunho asked, then Y/N gulped.

“I got it from the fitness gym, why?” Y/N asked.

“Are you sure? Also, how did you get that profile even though he told you that he doesn’t want to be the cover model?” Yunho asked.

“Umm… I became friends with one of the staff that is also a close friend of Mr. San and he gave me the profile because he also wants San to be the cover model even though he refused,” Y/N said, then Yunho was surprised.

“Really?” Yunho asked, then Y/N nodded.

“But Y/N, you should have respected Mr. San’s decision and didn’t get his profile to his friend without his permission because stealing someone’s identity or profile can make you go to prison and thankfully Mr. San won’t file a lawsuit against you because he knows you have good intentions,” Yunho said.

“I am really sorry Mr. Yunho. I’ll call Mr. San later about what I did,” Y/N said.

“You really should do that, Y/N. Because to be honest, our CEO, Mr. Park Seonghwa wanted to keep his profile even though Mr. San refused to be the cover model. Mr. Seonghwa will still wait for him to change his mind to be the cover model,” Yunho said, then Y/N was surprised,

“Oh! I see! Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I will be on good terms with Mr. San,” Y/N said.

“Okay! Great! Just don’t do this again, okay? Remember not only you will be in trouble but also the company, are we clear, Y/N?” Yunho asked.

“Yes! I am really sorry again for what I did, Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.

“I understand that you were determined to make San to be the cover model but you really have to respect his decision,” Yunho said, then Y/N nodded.

“By the way, who will be the cover model for next month?” Y/N asked.

“Mr. San’s friend, Kang Yeosang will be the cover model. So tell Wooyoung and Jeimin to contact and tell Mr. Yeosang that he will be the cover model, okay?” Yunho said, then Y/N nodded.

“Okay! You can go back to work,” Yunho said, then before Y/N went back to her working station, she first approached Wooyoung and Jeimin.

“Y/N, what did you talk about with Mr. Yunho?” Wooyoung asked.

“Well, you can contact Yeosang now because he will be the cover model for next month,” Y/N said, then Wooyoung and Jeimin were surprised.

“Really? Mr. Yunho told you earlier?” Jeimin asked, then Y/N nodded and smiled.

“Great! How about San?” Wooyoung asked.

“To be honest, San was selected to be the cover model. But Mr. Yunho told me that when he called him, he completely refused to be the cover model. I guess Yeosang was the second choice that’s why when San refused, they made Yeosang be the cover model instead. To be honest, I was scolded by Mr. Yunho, that’s why he talked to me in his office,” Y/N said.

“Why?” Jeimin asked.

“Wait. Can I guess what that is about?” Wooyoung asked, then Y/N nodded.

“You get his profile without San’s permission. Am I right?” Wooyoung asked, which made Y/N and Jeimin surprised.

“How did you know?” Y/N asked, then Wooyoung chuckled.

“Yeosang and Jongho told me about that. Also, Jongho was the one who sent you his profile, right?” Wooyoung asked.

“I didn’t know about that! You really became friends with them, huh?” Jeimin said, then Wooyoung slightly laughed.

“You are right, Wooyoung. I was scolded because of what I did,” Y/N said.

“You could have just respected his decision,” Jeimin said.

“I know. But because Jongho and Yeosang were supportive of San being the cover model too. I just grabbed the opportunity to get his profile and submit it to Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.

“We know where you are coming from, Y/N. But that’s inappropriate and an invasion of privacy for San,” Wooyoung said.

“I know. I’ll try to call him later. But if he won’t answer my calls. I will ask for help from Yeosang or Jongho so that I can apologize to San,” Y/N said.

“You really should do that and also, since Yeosang will be the cover model, he might have a little celebration with them and he might also invite you and with that, you can have a chance to talk to San,” Jeimin said.

“I hope so! Anyways, I’ll have to go back to work now,” Y/N said, then her friends nodded.

As time went by, it was already time for them to go home and when Y/N arrived at her house, she tried to call San a few times, but San didn’t answer which made Y/N sigh.

“I guess he was really mad at me,” Y/N thought. Then suddenly someone called her and it was, Yeosang.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Y/N: Hey! Yeosang! Congratulations that you will be the cover model for next month.

Yeosang: Thanks, Y/N! By the way, I called you because I will treat you and your friends in a bar on Saturday so that I can thank all of you for making my dream come true to be a cover model.

Y/N: Sure! I’ll join you on Saturday night. By the way, will San be there too?

Yeosang: I will still tell him later about the good news and will ask if he will join. Why?

Y/N: To be honest, a while ago at work my boss scolded me about San’s profile that I got from Jongho because he completely refused when he called him and I didn’t respect his decision.

Yeosang: Oh! I see. But did you already call him? Because at the moment, San is still not here in our condo unit.

Y/N: I already called him a few times but he didn’t answer my calls. I think he is now mad at me.

Yeosang: Oh! Okay! I’ll talk to him together with Jongho about that matter. Because I think he will talk about that when he arrives with Jongho later.

Y/N: Oh! Does it mean Jongho will be in your place tonight?

Yeosang: Yup! So I think San will bring that up later. Don’t worry, okay? We will try to convince him to talk to you if he will join us on Saturday. But if he won’t join us on Saturday, you can visit our place.

Y/N: Are you sure about that?

Yeosang: Yup! No worries!

Y/N: Okay! Thanks, Yeosang! I have to rest now because I just got home from work. Congratulations again!

Yeosang: Okay! Thanks, Y/N! Have a good night!

Y/N: Good night, Yeosang!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

After Y/N had a conversation with Yeosang, she washed up and went to sleep. As for Yeosang, who is watching TV in the living room, San and Jongho arrived but Yeosang felt already the tension between them and…

“Yeosang, all of us have to talk,” San said, then Yeosang gulped and nodded. San and Jongho sat on the sofa and…

“I will get to the point guys. Who gave my profile to Y/N?” San asked.

“I am!” Jongho said.

“Why did you give my profile to her without me knowing it?” San asked.

“We helped Y/N and we also want you to give it a shot for that offer,” Jongho said, then San sighed.

“I already told you guys that I don’t want to be a cover model. Also, I don’t need to be recognized as a personal trainer so that I can gain more clients. Yeosang, do you also know about what Jongho did?” San asked.

“Yes. But I just found out about it a few days ago,” Yeosang said as he couldn't look at San.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” San asked.

“I also told him not to give your profile to Y/N without your permission but I ended up agreeing with Jongho,” Yeosang said.

“Thanks for being supportive friends, Yeosang and Jongho but from the start, you should have respected my decision,” San said.

“We’re sorry San,” Jongho said.

“It’s okay! I understand. But it was a surprise that the magazine company will keep my profile,” San said.

“Really? Even though you refused to be the cover model?” Jongho asked.

“Yup! Their CEO decided to keep my profile. Anyways, Yeosang, did someone contact you already?” San asked.

“Yup! Wooyoung and Jeimin told me that I am chosen to be the cover model!” Yeosang said as he smiled.

“Congrats, bro! You deserve it!” San said.

“Congrats, Yeosang! We will surely buy the magazine that you will be covered in,” Jongho said as he smiled.

“Thanks, guys! Since I was chosen to be the cover model, I will treat all of us to a bar with Wooyoung, Jeimin, and Y/N on Saturday,” Yeosang said.

“Oh! That’s great! We will be having fun on Saturday night,” Jongho said.

“Are you really going to include them?” San asked.

“Of course! They are the ones who made my dream come true to be the cover model. Why? Is it because of Y/N?” Yeosang asked.

“Yup! To be honest, I am still mad at her and I didn’t answer her calls,” San said.

“To be honest, Y/N called me earlier and she told me that she wants to apologize to you for what she did and I think that will be a good time that you two should talk,” Yeosang said.

“Okay! But she should approach me first so that I will know she will really apologize to me but if on Saturday she will avoid me, I will get the wrong idea,” San said, then Yeosang and Jongho slightly laughed.

“San, Y/N will not approach you first because she knows that you are mad at her and I think she will be more comfortable if you approach her first so that she will know that you want to talk to her,” Jongho said.

“I agree with Jongho. Also, Y/N probably will be scared to approach you first,” Yeosang said.

“Fine! I’ll approach her first on Saturday. I hope everything will go well,” San said.

“You two will surely be on good terms on Saturday,” Jongho said as he smiled.

“Well, let’s see,” San said, then his friends slightly laughed.

THE PART 2.

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angelsdevils · 2 years ago

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Sano Shinichiro

Title: Birthday

You walked into S.S. Motors, looking around. You were at a complete loss, but luckily you didn’t need to know much about anything.

“I will be right there with you…” You heard a male's voice and you walked around looking at the different bikes. One caught your eye, it was purple with some butterfly designs on there. It looked so out of place amongst all of the other bikes.

“It’s a beauty right?” You jumped and looked at the owner who held his hands up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you…”

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t paying attention. It is really pretty.”

“Are you looking for a motorcycle?” He asked, eyeing you up and down. You shook your head quickly.

“Oh no, my older brother sent me here. I guess he had put a personal customization in, and he told me to give you this.” You handed him the note and Shinichiro looked at it.

“Oh no way you are Arashi’s younger sister?”

“Yeah~ I am…”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” He asked and you blinked surprised.

“Well I turn 22 in a few days.”

“Oh, I never knew you two were related. He never mentioned he had a sister.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t want me associated with anything he does.”

“Makes sense, well… everything makes sense now.” He smiled and you looked at him confused.

“By the way, can I get your opinion on something? I need a female’s perspective.”

“Sure…”

“What is your name? Sorry didn’t ask that… also I am Shinichiro.”

“(Y/N)…” He offered a handshake in which you gladly took, and he smiled warmly at you. He pulled your hand up to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it. You blushed and looked away as he let go. He walked you to the counter and pulled out a binder.

“On that bike you were looking at, with the butterflies which design should I add?”

“Well, uhm I like these flowers. Would go perfect with the butterflies.”

“Alright thanks! Tell your brother, I will have the it all finished. I appreciate your help. I hope to see you again!” He said with a wink and you smiled.

“Maybe if my brother keeps sending me to do his work,” Shinichiro laughed slightly before waving. You smiled warmly at him before leaving his shop. He leaned against his fist and smiled to himself.

“She is so cute, I wonder if she likes me…” Shinichiro shook his head slightly before grabbing the stuff he needed to work on the motorcycles.

Your birthday had finally arrived, and you were currently doing your hair. You were just going to go out for breakfast with your brother. You ended up dressing in a (f/c) dress, and some matching shoes. You walked out and Keizo looked at you up and down.

“Go change…”

“What? No, I don’t want to.”

“Go put on some gym shoes and pants.”

“But it’s my birthday, I wanna look cute.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to wear that today.”

“Keizo~”

“(Y/N), please… I am not doing to try and dictate what to wear… but we have a day planned and I have to give you your gift. Your attire isn’t appropriate for it…” You stared at him with your arms cross but he didn’t budge and you sighed softly.

“You owe me…”

“Yeah, I know… go chaneg before we are late.”

“Can I at least wear a cute shirt and jeans?”

“Perfect…”

You nodded and went back and changed out of your dress. You put on a sparkly (f/c) shirt and a pair of jeans and your sneakers. You walked back out and he gave you a thumbs up.

“You still look cute, quit pouting.” You shook your head as he pinched your cheeks but smiled.

He took you to your favorite breakfast place, and you took a lot of pictures. Once you guys were done eating, he stared at you.

“Okay, so the next place… will require you to close your eyes.”

“What? Why?”

“Just trust me and quit questioning me. Put this on, I will carry you so you don’t trip.” He handed you a bandana and you tied it over your eyes.

“Can you see anything?”

“Nope…”

“Good…”

“He helped you onto his back and carried you to the next destination. He text his friend to make sure everything was ready, before putting his phone away. You leaned your head on top of his.

Once you guys arrived, he walked to the back where he saw everyone and grinned. Shinichiro shook his head not saying anything, since he was sure you would recognize his voice.

“Okay, get down…”

“Mm kay, I won’t fall will I?”

“No…”

You slid off of his back and he wrapped his hands around your eyes on top of the bandana.

“What the heck are you doing?”

“Okay, listen… remember when you were younger…”

“I don’t like where this is going…”

“Tsk, just trust me…”

“Fine…”

“Anyway, remember how you said you wanted to be one of the very few girls to own a motorcycle.”

“Oh no…”

“Well…”

“You didn’t…”

“Take it off.”

“Keizo….”

He removed his hands not saying anything before helping you remove the blind fold. You squinted because of the sun, and jumped when everyone yelled surprise. You looked around, and you only recognize two people. Wakasa, since he often came over to visit Keizo, and Shinichiro. Shinichiro waved before stepping away from the motorcycle. It was the purple one with butterflies, and the flowers you had helped Shinichiro choose.

“T-This is for me?”

“Mhmm, thanks to Shinichiro, I was able to get it for you customized and everything.”

“Yeah, it was nothing. It made sense when I learned you were his sister. At first I thought it was some random girl, he was getting a motorcycle for. But after meeting you, I instantly knew.” Shinichiro said and you rubbed your face embarrassed.

“This is too much…”

“It’s not… now you can rid~”

“I don’t know how to ride Keizo…”

“I will teach you, geez.”

“Anyway, cake time.”

“Cake?” You asked and he grinned.

“Well I decided it’s best you meet some of my friends anyway. You knew Wakasa, and it be easier if you knew them so if anything happens and I am not around they will help. Plus, you need more friends.”

“Ouch~” you huffed and he laughed befor going to get the cake from indoors.

“Happy Birthday (Y/N)…” Wakasa said, patting your shoulder and gave you a envelope.

“What is this?”

“Your present, it’s not much. But I wanted to get you something…” Wakasa said and you opened the envelope. There was a card, and some money in there. You gave Wakasa a hug and he hugged back.

“Thank you…”

“You are welcome. You looked at Shinichiro and gave him a hug too. He blinked and blushed slightly but returned it.

“Thank you, you too. I am surprised…”

“It’s no problem.” He flashed you a wide smile before rubbing his neck.

“Maybe me and you can take a ride together, after you learn how to ride. Or maybe… a date?” He asked.

“I would like that, a lot.”

“Which one?” He asked and you laughed.

“Both.” You pecked his cheek before your brother called for you, and you ran to your brother. He touched his cheek, blinking before giving a goofy smile.

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itsdanii · 4 years ago

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Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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sunfish-studies · 3 years ago

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Cushioned

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: Kageyama is just babie

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

[Re-Post]

↷ SUMMARY ↶

They’re just looking away for a minute for goodness’s sake and someone already managed to steal their spotlight as their manager’s knight in shining armor–but they’re chill as long as you’re okay. Well, except Oikawa.

It’s another practice match of Aoba Johsai and Karasuno–Coach Irihata mentioned about it’s easy to have opponents, however looking for a worthy rival is on another level. And Karasuno managed to earn a rightful place as Aoba Johsai’s rival–that’s why practice match against them is something to look forward.

As usual, when the crows greeted the team once they arrived, you were the one in charge in greeting them back and show them the ropes for the day’s match. Having clicked with Kiyoko and Hitoka made it even easier–being friends with another team’s manager has its own fun, especially you’re the only female in a huge room full of male population.

That and Karasuno is a very interesting team to watch–their dynamic serv as an entertainment for you and a future reference for understanding each and every member’s tendency.

You could watch them the whole match if not remembering your duty as a manager of Seijoh.

The practice match went smoothly–everyone was all out even though it wasn’t a real deal, and the second set ended with Aoba Johsai taking yet another one with Karasuno being extremely close with the points.

“Great work,” you praised, handing over the drinking bottles you previously filled with Kiyoko and Hitoka.

“Still, the freak-combi is hard thing to handle,” Matsukawa commented.

“Yeah, the shrimp is moving much better than before,” Hanamaki added. “He’s just spiking with all his might before but now he’s really controlling how to hit the ball.”

“It goes beyond amazing to irritating,” Oikawa clicked his tongue, the grip he had on his bottle tightened.

“You said that every time.” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “And Kageyama’s really on his game today. His serves were on point.”

“Even though I hate to admit it but Iwaizumi-san is right,” Kindaichi grumbled while Kunimi’s eyebrow twitched.

“And not to mention the digs!” Watari exclaimed, wiping his neck with a clean towel. “The rally is getting longer because no one wants the ball drops.”

“’Ah, the baldy is getting on my nerves with all those straights,’” you said, glancing over Kyotani who had his shoulders tensed from the sudden teasing grin he received. “That’s what you’re thinking right, Kyotani-kun? Well, Tanaka-san is really improving his shots.”

“You sure memorized their names, senpai,” Yahaba commented. “I didn’t even know anyone else other than Kageyama because Oikawa-san keeps mentioning him every chance he got.”

Oikawa gasped, feeling scandalized with the statement. “I do not, Yahaba-kun!”

You rose an eyebrow. “Are you really crushing on Tobio-kun right now? No. I don’t allow it with those trashy attitude you have every time he’s close.”

“I’m not, [Nickname]-chan!!”

“Hands off my baby, Trash King.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said!?”

“[Name]-chan!” Kiyoko called, which made you whipped your head to face her. “I think one of the bottles are switched, can you take a look?”

“Sure!” You replied back, immediately wrapping a clean towel around Kunimi’s neck. “I’ll be back in a second.”

You jogged towards the Karasuno team, and sadly that’s when the disaster happened.

Not noticing a small pool of water or whatever liquid that is on the wooden floor, you stepped on it without knowing–resulting an instant slip for you.

You yelped in surprise–feeling gravity automatically pulling you to the ground. Every thing seemed to be in slow motion somehow and even though you realized the fall was going to hurt, you didn’t have quick reflex to really move or do anything. That’s why you decided to brace the pain.

However, it never came.

Once you opened your eyes (since when did you even close it anyway?), you’re gaze immediately met with a pair of cobalt blue and black. And the only person who had both is someone you’re extremely familiar with.

“Are you alright, [Name]-san?” Kageyama asked, eyes filled with concern and his face was quite close with yours–wait, what?

That’s when you notice a sturdy arm wrapped around your waist, preventing you from hitting the ground back first–also noticing the series of exaggerating gasps and shrieks echoing throughout the gym. Your cheeks suddenly felt as if it was on fire.

“NOOO!! [NICKNAME]-CHAN!!” Oikawa shrieked–making the two of you pulled away. Your friend of nearly eight years stomped forward and put your figure behind him, shielding you from Kageyama. “Don’t get too close with our manager, Tobio-chan!!”

“Tooru, you know that he’s helping me, right?” you pointed out. “I would’ve hit my head.”

“N-n-n-nice save, Kageyama!” Hinata stuttered, you could see his face flaming red–and it seemed infectious because Kageyama’s face turned red, as he’s just realizing what he was doing.

“Shut up, dumbass!!”

“The floor does need wiping,” Iwaizumi commented. “We should take a break and wipe all of the court.”

“Me, Kiyoko-chan, and Hitoka-chan can do that. You guys just rest.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said!?” Oikawa whined, before turning and pointing accusingly towards his whole team. “And you guys! Don’t you feel something when a boy from another team have their hands on our manager!?”

Hanamaki shrugged. “He’s saving her, nobody can get close that fast.”

“He made sure [Name] didn’t hit the ground, as long as nothing happened it’s chill.” Matsukawa added.

“I-It’s way better if Otohaku-senpai’s safe,” Kindaichi stuttered. “That’s what I’m thinking…”

Yahaba tsked and looked away, murmuring something about ‘as long as our manager is safe, but I can’t get this frustration off my chest’. Kyotani just stared straight at their weird captain with no emotion whatsoever, he didn’t see Kageyama as a threat so he didn’t need to put his guard up. Watari just nervously laughing as he didn’t know how to reply that statement, meanwhile Kunimi was looking extremely done with the drama.

“Shouldn’t we start discussing strategies instead?” Iwaizumi remarked, which made all of them moved to face their coaches–choosing to ignore Oikawa’s shriek of betrayal.

“I got the mops! Let’s wipe the floor squeaky clean, Kiyoko-chan, Hitoka-chan!”

“Let’s do it.” Kiyoko replied, smiling slightly–and you could hear Tanaka and Nishinoya gushing over her radiating beauty.

“I-I’ll do my best!” Hitoka replied.

“Can I help too?” Kageyama piped up, slightly raising his hand.

“You can, but shouldn’t you be resting?” you questioned.

“OOH! Let me join too, let me join too!” Hinata was already by your side so suddenly.

“Shoyo-kun, it’s just wiping the floor, you’re being too excited.” You replied, laughing.

Then the two proceed to made a bet on who could wipe the floor faster and cleaner. Before they jumped into action, you reached out for Kageyama’s shirt and tugged it lightly which made him turned to face you. When you’re still in Kitagawa Daiichi, the boy was way smaller and now he’s standing half head taller than you–and he’s still growing.

“Thank you, Tobio-kun. For before.”

“I-It’s no problem…”

“Don’t get too close with Tobio-chan, [Nickname]-chaan!!”

“Shut up, Crappykawa!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyu x reader #aoba josai x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #yahaba x reader #watari x reader #kyotani x reader #kunimi x reader #kindaichi x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyu manager #haikyuu manager

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dystopiandilfs · 4 years ago

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Dream's discord podcast. Basically him answering questions for 2.5 hours. This will sort of be in order but I fucked up my notes so it might not be in order completely. (From 13th May 2021)

For reference the photos at the end are: A prototype of fidget spinner merch as loads of people asked, a reference photo of his favourite merch and a photo he sent of his hair to prove he wasn't a brunette.

•He said his teeth are mostly straight but he's thought about getting Invisalign. He's never had braces. He has a tiny gap in the left side of his mouth and his canines are longer and sharper (vampire arc). He's never had teeth surgery so has his wisdom teeth still.

•He thinks pineapple on pizza is good.

•He likes seafood like lobster and crab. He had crab made in an air fryer last night. He like peas. He thinks quesadillas are good and likes most food.

•He hates Coffee and most drinks

•The Dream Shorts team is Ken who is his personal reminder (Ken's main job is to spam him with texts so he doesn't forget things as he's got a habit of reading texts and not replying) and also comes up with a list of sets for Dream shorts. The builder is a friend and munchymc builder "his talent gets wasted on Dream's shorts but we pay him so"

•His editors are currently Dizzy, Firesale and Mjcr. Willz doesn't edit for him anymore

•The mask animation isn't done but Mask should be released May 21st. He wants to release them together as "the whole song is a double meaning and the whole nuance will be lost without the animation" but no matter if the animation is done the song is getting released on the 21st.

•He and Sapnap eat together often.

•He and Sapnap prefer medium rare Steak

•He wants a home gym it's something he's willing to splurge on. They currently have a weight rack but they haven't even set it up.

•"Eat the rich? Shut up shut up" - Dream

•Talked about money basically saying "Most people don't understand how money works I don't have millions in my bank account it's in assets like merch, land and warehousing for that stuff" (He's not in his landlord arc)

•He's been debating Pride Merch because of Rainbow Capitalism. He doesn't want it too be seen as a money maker and if he does most proceeds would go to charity. He's currently super busy merch wise with Sapnap joining and George in the middle of joining. He did say "Only if the LGBTQ+ community in this community wants it" He thinks he's going to at least change the merch website to a pride one. Sapnap wants to make pride merch including a rainbow flame on his.

•He wants to create a charity that's centered around helping LGBTQ+ one day because he thinks that there's a lack of them. He mentioned that creating a charity was expensive and took a lot and was a complicated process including a board of directors but he wants to do it someday.

•He wanted to buy a bunch of houses in Florida which was a service to house mostly LGBTQ+ youth and people stuck in abusive households for free to get them out of bad home environments. But he didn't because he didn't want people thinking he was profiting of of abuse victims and LGBTQ+ community.

•He said he's terrible with time management and replying to people which is why Ken helps him (and also helps George and Sapnap). He mentioned how Sam messaged multiple times and Dream just forgot to answer but felt bad "I feel like people think I hate them..... Cause I'd be mad if people did that to me"

•He tries to reply to a few texts a day (community number). He also can't do birthday messages everyday because you can only reply at certain times so it's not abusing the system so if you get one it's special. He said he does try but it's got a weird time gap.

•Him and the manhunt winner are trying to come up with a good time to film

•He wants to stream this MCC on twitch and says his team is good.

•He talks about why he's not partnered with Twitch. Basically Twitch has a lock rate (in which you make money) and you legally can't stream on YouTube. So legally if Tommy wanted to stream on YouTube he couldn't. Someone then mentioned how Bad is a twitch partner but still streams on YouTube "Bad streams on YouTube but he has for a while and I don't think that he cares" - Dream

•He likes to reply to every donation he gets on stream and feels bad when he doesn't so he'll turn them off when he streams and wants a platform deal where he can be payed to stream (not twitch). If he gets a streaming partnership he will stream a couple of times a week. He looked in to Facebook but they don't have an alias system meaning you can see everyone's actual Facebook account and personal info, he doesn't like seeing real names on Facebook so it would require a lot of altering if he was to stream there so he's thinking it's probably going to be YouTube.

•He was asked about if his demographic was what he expected and he said he went in with no expectations, he didn't even know what stans were, wasn't really on social media so he wasn't aware of the fan culture. "You guys are a handful sometimes but it's worth it"

•He also mentioned how he and the DreamSMP changed the twitch audience demographic. It used to be male dominated in both streamers and audience and now it's almost split which is unheard on.

•He has 5 fidget spinners in his house. Two in his bedroom. Two in his office. One in the living room.

•He likes his Minecraft skin as he thinks the arm is cook and you never see the rest of his skin really. He says it's unique and different and "me". Dream: You can't even tell half the skins apart on MC.

•He's not lost the motivation to stream. Most of the times if he wants to stream he gets George or Sapnap to do it and he just turns up. It's more beneficial to them as they have donos and subs on. (Don't we fucking know it "can you say hi to")

•He has listened to Lovejoy. Says the ep was great and they're very talented and awesome. Doesn't know what his favourite song is but probably would pick One Day because the chorus slaps.

•RIP to acoustic Roadtrip. He said instead of acoustic Roadtrip we get Mask so no losses today for Dream stans.

•"With Roadtrip I went to Parker and I said Hey I have a story I want to tell through music. I have no experience with that can you help me" He said sure. He crafted the music and melodies and how things are formed where it's catchy. I have less comfort singing that. I love the song and it's my song, it's very representative of me and I'm sure I could sing it but it's a song I'd be kinds of scared to sing live, with Mask I basically did everything. I sat there the entire time and maybe an hour out if the 100 I wasn't in the call. Dream came up with the lyrics and main melody for Mask (First one he's ever come up with) "That was just notes in my fucking voice memos"

•The clip we heard of Mask was a prechorus not the actual chorus. He thinks he'd be more comfortable to do a mask acoustic and it's more melodic than Roadtrip. The chorus also has a lot of instruments similar to Roadtrip. Mask starts of slow and guitar with minimal reverb and is more raw.

• He doesn't want music to be his main thing. It's something fun to do and he's passionate about it as it's a way to express emotions. He wants to release mask then go from there. He wants to release at least one more song but has nothing on his mind currently. His two ideas were Roadtrip and Mask.

•He wouldn't quit his job to become a pizza delivery man.

•His favourite features on himself are eyes or freckles and he also confirmed that he does have eyebrows.

•He was told that Parkour warrior would be bought back some time in the near future and he got excited for it. "Even if I don't win, which I will, it'll be fun"

•Went on about his MCC team but I'm not going to put that in as we should be getting them today. He did say he wasn't on Pink but he did sound confused. (For reference he's always in Pink as it's the last team announced and keeps the hype up by announcing the biggest streamer last)

•Said he and his mum had the Mr Beast burger. He recommends because he likes the avacado. He mentioned how Mr Beast uses "Ghost Kitchens" which is basically where he gives restaurants permission to cook his food so it's restaurant quality food.

•His favourite piece of merch is the circle smile. (The pool photo on Instagram). He said the quality was bad (he worked with a different company and didn't have his own company) and it was elasticy feeling and he's planning on re-releasing it again but with good quality.

•He's started to send merch out in custom packaging. So his bags have the smile and will mostly be green. Sapnap's has the flame and is either black or white. He's also trying to make it so every order has the sticker packs for both him and Sapnap.

•He loves the coins as it's cheaper than a hoodie but still celebrates the milestones and will last a long time. He mentioned how the old coins are getting removed off the site and how if you have any of the coins your special because only a few thousand get made. He's kept around 100 of each coin that he wants to give away in person.

•He wanted to have a cool store where you could access computers that give you access to the DreamSMP in spectator mode. But it's too costly and would require too much time and isn't safe fight now. He doesn't think it'd be worth it financially.

•Most of the hoodie are black instead of multiple colours because of limited supply and covid. Getting the colours are harder because if the pandemic which hopefully won't be an issue soon.

•He wants to do a short meetup tour with Sapnap and George with a few locations in the US (and if others nearby want to join like Quackity or Karl they can). He also wants to visit Australia, UK, Canada, Mexico and Philippines and do something like that there but definitely at least visit with George and Sapnap.

•He's never been to the Philippines but his mum has. He wants to set up a place in the Philippines where he can ship merch in bulk and it would help to reduce shipping. However it would probably be big milestone merch.

•He's not got the vaccine yet but will get it when he needs to. He doesn't leave the house so he doesn't see the point.

•He's the ideas man. George's footcam video was Dream's idea. The T-shirt video was Dream's idea. Most if not all of the Dream Team's videos are Dream's ideas.

•Said he's got a similar/the same hair colour as Froy (Dream buddy at this point the only difference between you and Froy is that one of you is dating Richard Madden /lh)

#dreamsmp #dream smp #dreamwastaken #mcyt #georgenotfound #sapnap

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leiawritesstories · 3 years ago

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Improbability

Rowaelin Month, Day 26: You’re seeing my roommate and accidentally walked into my shower. Featuring Sam and Rowan as roommates. :)))

Word count: 1542

Warnings: language, little bit of math gobbledygook that I stole from my stats class.

Enjoy!

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“Mate, you alright with my girlfriend coming over today?” Sam called out to his roommate. “We’re probably going out, but I asked her over here first.”

Rowan pulled out one of his earbuds and stuck his head out his bedroom door. “Yeah, that’s totally fine, just for God’s sake warn me if you’re going to do the dirty on our couch, bud.”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” Sam yelled, “and I was 100 percent sure you had football!”

“It’s called soccer, Cortland!” Rowan laughed, never missing the chance to poke at his British roommate.

“Whatever, mate. You’re good with Ae hanging out here for a bit, yeah?”

“Sure am. She’s a fun person.” Rowan put his earbud back in and returned to doing his homework, or rather, swearing at his statistics textbook. Some fifteen minutes later, he heard the door of his and Sam’s dorm open.

“Anybody home?” enquired a throaty female voice. “Someone told me he was at home, but obviously he’s too busy to go out today. Guess I’ll just go drink with the girls, then.”

“And leave me lonely?” Sam asked.

Aelin Galathynius, who’d been dating Sam for almost two years now, smiled. “Never.”

He returned the grin and pulled her into the living room, where their conversation faded into a blur of noise too dim for Rowan to interpret. Not that he minded…much. Aelin was hilarious, though, and he loved hearing her make cracks at Sam’s British habits, her friends, her day, and pretty much anything else she thought deserved a snarky comment.

Slamming his stats book closed, Rowan huffed a sigh and decided that he could use a quick shower to relax a little before heading out to training. He grabbed his towel and a bar of soap and went into the tiny dorm shower, which was low enough that he, at 6’3,” had to crouch to fit under the shower head. Grumbling to himself about the stupidity of whatever idiot architect designed dormitory showers, he stood under the stream of hot water and tried to make sense of all he still had to do. Which was too much. After somewhere around five minutes, he stuck his head out of the shower, realizing the dorm had gone awfully quiet.

Maybe Sam and Aelin were out, then, he thought.

Rowan turned off the shower and reached for his towel, giving himself a quick dry-off before stepping out. He was just wrapping the towel around his waist when the door swept open.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I didn’t realize you were in here!” gasped Aelin.

Rowan gaped at her, forgetting that the only thing between her and a prime view of what he may or may not have been doing in the shower was a dark green bath towel.

A too-thin green bath towel.

Aelin’s turquoise eyes traveled down his frame, decidedly not missing a single detail. A pink flush spread over her cheekbones, and she hastily backed out of the bathroom and shut the door with a firm click.

Rowan swallowed whatever he’d thought he might have said and told his raging male hormones to calm the hell down. Quickly, before anyone else could walk in on him, he pulled on his practice jersey and sweats and went back to his room, where he grabbed his soccer bag and hauled ass for the gym.

He spent the entire 90-minute workout trying and miserably failing to get the image of Aelin Galathynius in her unfairly attractive blouse and miniskirt blushing at his nearly-nude self out of his mind. When he got back to his dorm, having showered in the locker room, this time without anyone interrupting, Sam and Aelin were gone. Sam had left a note on his bedroom door, stating that he’d probably be back around three. Checking his watch, Rowan groaned. It was almost two, and he’d broken down and signed up for stats tutoring at four.

He just hoped that whoever the tutor was, they’d be able to help him get his mathematical shit together and pass the course.

Two hours later, Rowan walked into the library and took a seat in the study room marked with a sign that read “STATS 320 TUTORING 4 PM.” Nobody else was there, but to be fair, he was a little early. He plopped his textbook, notebook, and calculator onto the table and waited.

And nearly fell off his chair when Aelin Galathynius walked into the room.

“What the hell?”

“What the hell, what?” she asked, obviously amused at his reaction.

“I--I didn’t expect to see you here, that’s what the hell. You here for tutoring too?”

“Yes and no.” Rowan blinked in confusion. Aelin’s little smirk grew bigger. “I am the tutor, Rowan. You’re here for my assistance…and expertise.” She winked.

He felt himself flush at the image that conjured. “Yeah, expertise, in stats, right?” He knew full well he was stammering like a fourteen-year-old on his first date, but that about summed up how his roommate’s girlfriend made him feel right now.

“Correct.” Just like that, Aelin was all business. She set her backpack down, closed the door, and sat across from Rowan. “So. How can I help?”

He sighed. “I’m stuck. I need this class, it’s the last math I have to take for my major, I’m usually decent at math, and I’m fucking stuck on a concept my professor said was fucking simple.”

Aelin listened to his mini rant without comment. She pulled out her own stats notebook and calculator from her backpack and slipped on a pair of glasses. Rowan cocked his head.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Reading glasses, Whitethorn. I’m supposed to wear them whenever I’m reading, on my laptop, or studying, but do I? Hell no.” She grinned. “Don’t tell my optometrist.”

“Given that I don’t know them, no problem.” He returned her grin.

She flexed her fingers and turned her attention to Rowan’s math. “Right, big bad soccer boy. Where are you stuck?”

He flipped his book to the section on conditional probability distributions. “Here. I took notes, and it seemed logical enough, but I completely tanked the quiz we just had, and I don’t know where I went wrong.”

Aelin scanned the quiz. “You’re reading the graphs wrong.”

“What?”

“Conditional probability is the probability of an event occurring given that a certain condition is satisfied.” She opened her notebook to a blank page and drew a horizontal line. “Any time you see a condition, that condition goes in the denominator.” She pointed to one of the problems he’d answered wrong on the quiz. “What’s this question asking you to determine?”

“Probability that a student chosen at random is an engineer given that the selected student is female.”

“Right. So, you take the condition, the ‘given,’ and put that number in the denominator. Remember you’re only looking at the row labeled ‘female,’ because that’s the condition. Once the condition’s written in, you find the other part of the question, in this case the number of female engineers. Put that number in the numerator, divide by the denominator, and there you have the probability. Does that make sense?”

“Condition in the denominator…” Rowan mumbled, writing it in his notes. He looked up at Aelin and smacked his hand flat on the table. “Aelin, I’m a fucking idiot. I spent so much time trying to look at the totals that I didn’t remember to keep the condition, I--goddammit, I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Rowan, lots of people struggle with conditional probability at first.”

“I’ll bet you didn’t.”

“Oh, I did. A lot.”

“Really? But you just explained this shit to me better than my professor.”

“I…I happen to like stats. Might be part of my major description, but I just find working with the numbers extremely satisfying.”

“What’s your major?” he asked, intrigued.

“Don’t judge me.”

“Nope. Promise.”

“I’m in finance.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m impressed.”

She blushed. “Thanks. It’s a lot of stats and spreadsheets and yelling at each other about the stock market, but I really love it.”

“You’re making me look bad; I’m just your standard pre-PT student athlete”

“Standard pre-PT student athlete,” she mocked, “don’t sell yourself short, Whitethorn. Pre-PT is nothing shabby.”

“Yeah, but not remembering a stupidly easy math concept sure as hell is.”

She snickered. “Fair enough. Is there anything else I can help you with, or is that all for this session?”

He flipped through his notes. “That’s all I had for today, but I’ll probably be back at some point whining about another tricky concept.”

Aelin grinned, closing her notebook. “Wait until you get into chi-squared models. I’ll be here then, waiting for all the stats students to come crying to me while I plug seventeen equations into my spreadsheet and hope it actually calculates the quarterly interest this time.”

Rowan shook his head. “You lost me at ‘chi-squared,’ Aelin.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s fun.”

“As much fun as you and Sam have?”

Her voice dropped to a sultry purr. “Your couch would know.”

Before he could sputter out a response, she’d shouldered her backpack and was walking out the door. Rowan watched Aelin Galathynius leave, wondering how fast he could make up an excuse to talk to his roommate’s brilliant girlfriend again.

#my writing #rowaelin month #day 26 #college au

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justkending · 3 years ago

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Moral of the Story. Chapter Six.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

Word Count: 3700+

A/N: Tags are closed for the rest of the series!! Please turn on your notifications if you want updates:) Also, this chapters a good one;)

Chapter Six:

That night, Y/N had plans with Wanda and Vis to go out and get a drink. However, when she called to double check, they asked if they could reschedule for another day. She told them that she was actually planning on staying a full week from Monday and that anytime that week would work for them.

So she spent the afternoon hanging out with Chloe who came home in the late morning. They went shopping in the art district and caught up over coffee before going thrifting and heading back home before dinner.

Once dinner was over, where Sherri, Thomas, Chloe, and Y/N hung out as a family, the parents went to bed early and Chloe went over to a friend's house to hang out again. Leaving Y/N by herself reading a book on the back porch.

After reading the same page for the 10th time, she let out a huff from not being able to still her mind from the events of the morning.

She looked over at the clock, seeing it was only 9:00. But in her head, it was six. She bit her thumb as she stared at the clock ticking away with each second. After about 14 tiks, she rolled her eyes before going upstairs and changing.

Maybe a night in town by herself would be nice. She noticed there was a bar Wanda and Vis had mentioned that was next to where they planned to eat and figured she deserved a drink after today.

So she put on a pair of nice jeans and a simple t-shirt with an old jean jacket that was twice her size from highschool. She fit into a little better now, but it was definitely still giant on her figure. Grabbing her dad’s car keys, she made her way to the mystery bar.

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Upon arriving at the bar, she realized it was a Saturday night, so it was busier than she had planned.

She found a seat at the bar and ordered a local beer before scanning out the place.

It was nice. Not really a dive bar, but an actual nice bar. There was still a pool table and a little game spot to the side, but there were booths full of people eating and talking, and even a DJ with a small dance floor on the other side.

It was a neat little place. Nothing special, but they seemed to know how to make a good drink given the reviews on the menu they proudly displayed from past customers.

Y/N was going over the menu having finished her last drink pretty fast, but before she could even read the second option on the menu, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

“Well, looky here. If it isn’t Mrs. Barnes herself.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows turning at the comment and instantly, her eyes widened.

“James?”

“Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here?” he sauntered to the empty barstool by her. She noticed a weird sway in his walk that helped her put two and two together that something was off with him.

“I’m getting a drink,” she answered confused, lifting the beer bottle in her hand.

“I thought you didn’t drink,” he slurred. “And a beer, hmm? I figured that if you ever did start drinking, it would be the fruity stuff,” he chuckled, leaning his head in his hand that was propped on the counter.

She paid no mind to his thoughts and shot him a glare. “Are you drunk, James?”

He pouted his lips and shrugged with an ‘I don’t know, am I?’ look on his face. It quickly dropped and turned into a smirk as he readjusted in the seat.

“You know, I hate that you call me James now,” he huffed, swiveling in his seat to face forward at the bar.

“It is your name,” Y/N shook her head with a sigh. Lord this was going to be interesting. She looked around trying to find Steve or Sam even. “Are you here by yourself?”

“It’s only my name to people who don’t know me. My friends call me Bucky and you’re my friend,” he pouted again, but wasn’t looking at her. Only swirling the amber liquid in the glass tumbler she realized he had in hand now.

“Friend’s a stretch,” she mumbled, taking a long swig of the new drink. He didn’t hear her though. She looked around a little harder and couldn’t find any sign of someone they knew. “Really. Are you here alone?”

“Yes, and so are you,” he noted, finally turning to her.

“Yes, but I’m not plastered.”

“Give it some time and you could be,” he winked.

She shook her head watching as he almost slipped from his chair.

“Ja-”

“Please don’t call me that, doll. I don’t have it in me to hear you make me feel like a stranger,” he mumbled flagging down the bartender. “Can I get another one please?” He asked, raising his now empty glass. The bartender looked at him with a judging eye, and Y/N jumped in before he could possibly say yes.

“A water. He’ll have water instead,” she smiled softly. “Please and thank you.”

“Got it,” the bartender nodded before going to get him a glass.

“That’s not what I asked for,” Bucky groaned.

“We don’t always get our way, do we?” Y/N sighed, taking a long pull from her own drink. When she finally pulled away, almost emptying the glass, she noticed Bucky staring at her. “What? What are you looking at?” she said, slightly off put by the longing look he was giving her without even trying to hide it.

He broke when he noticed her giving him a weirded outlook and stood up.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

Without a second for her to react, he stood up quickly and walked to the back where the restroom signs hung above.

The bartender came back a minute later and slid the glass of water across the counter in replacement to the empty tumbler that he took back.

“You know that guy? Is he bugging you?” he asked, looking at Y/N who was now holding her head in her hands.

“I do. He’s an old family friend,” she answered looking down. “Can I get another?” she asked, shaking the now empty beer bottle to the man with a small pleading smile.

“I can get you something stronger you know? I feel like you may need it,” he said, and she noticed his tone had changed from just a server to something a little more flirty. His smirk giving away his intentions.

I mean, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was a young, probably early 30 year old guy, who for sure made time in his schedule to go to the gym. He had a clean shave, showing his sharp features too.

“Is it that obvious?” she chuckled, sending him back a small smirk of her own.

“You look a little strung out,” he chuckled, going to get another drink made up without her having to say yes.

“Saying it's been an eventful day, would be putting it lightly,” she sighed loudly.

The guys nodded his head in understanding and smiled as he shook up a new concoction. He poured in impressively into a glass and placed a cherry and lime on top before handing it off to her.

“On the house for that one then,” he winked. She smiled, adding a hint of flirtatious eye contact to the man, might as well. She was single… Kinda. “Hey, we make a mean batch of shredded chicken nachos too if you're hungry. I might be able to get you a discount.”

“Oh, I’m actually-,” she started, but was quickly interrupted.

“She’s vegetarian,” Bucky practically growled at the man behind the bar as he took his seat back.

“Oh,” the guy said, taken aback.

“He’s right, but thank you for the offer,” she smiled politely before sending Bucky a glare. Unfortunately he didn’t see it as he was sending a glare of his own to the man on the other side of the counter.

Knowing Bucky would make matters worse, she decided to move on from the bartender for the moment.

“I’m so sorry about him,” she scoffed, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder to bring his attention back to her and deter his evil stare from the innocent person. “I think I’m going to get him home actually.”

“I’m not going home yet,” Bucky spoke up, being ignored by the two anyway.

“Probably a good idea,” the mystery bartender man nodded before looking back at Y/N with that flirty grin again. “Listen, I don’t know if you’re here very often, but I’ll be on shift tomorrow the same time if you wanted to drop by. Maybe I can get you some of our famous fries instead,” he winked, leaning more her direction.

“That actually sounds nice,” she began.

“Well, I hate to break it to you sir, but she’s married,” Bucky said with a deep voice almost perfectly sober now.

Y/N shot him wide eyes and saw that any form of drunkenness was hidden in that moment. He had become a big alpha male right there and was showing he was not one to mess with. Was he seriously jealous? Of a man offering her a drink and fries?

“James!” Y/N smacked his arm.

“What? Am I wrong?” he responded, a hint of anger in his response to her as his eyes showed pain when he made eye contact with her finally.

“Yes! Very!” Y/N responded.

“On the contrary, I’m not,” he said, taking a step closer.

The two were now chest to chest as he looked down at her and she looked up at him. The tension high and their eyes staring into the others soul. Anger and hurt in both their stances and stares.

“I need to go help another customer,” the bartender spoke up awkwardly.

Y/N broke from the stare down and sent him an apologetic look. Bucky was still looking at her as if his eyes were magnetically attached to her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she paused looking for a name tag and seeing Bradley inscripted on a metal plate pinned to his shirt. “Bradley. I don’t know why,” she hissed looking at Bucky for a second who rolled his eyes at her before she turned back. “He’s acting this way.”

“It’s fine. You guys have a good night,” he waved off with a kind smile before sending Bucky a weary look and going back to his job.

Y/N took a deep breath before turning to Bucky who was still inches from her and looking down at her. His face was stoic and grumpy.

“How did you get here?” He didn’t answer her harsh tone. “James, how did you get here?” she said, this time leaving no room for silence as she gave him a death glare.

“I drove,” he answered deeply.

“Give me your keys,” she laid her hand out in front of him.

“No.”

“Stop acting like a literal child and give me your keys.” The stubbornness between the two only grew as the other refused to break. “Fine, don’t give me your keys. I’m driving you home either way.”

“I’m not ready to go home,” he slurred some. His facade of trying to cover his drunkenness was fading as he eased up on trying to intimidate someone now.

“Well, I say you are. Come on,” she rolled her eyes, taking his hand and dragging him to the door.

“Hey!” he fought back, but she was walking too fast that his alcohol soaked brain was only focused on not tripping and couldn’t work on stopping himself.

“God, you are a mess. Can’t do anything without fucking supervision,” she mumbled once they were outside.

“You have a mouth on you,” he said as he crossed his arms and waited for her to fish out the keys.

“Yeah, well, some of us have changed since college,” she retorted.

“I’ve changed,” he said softly.

“You sure as hell aren’t acting like it,” she said through her teeth, frustrated in not finding the keys fast enough.

“Do you only remember our bad moments? Is that all you allow yourself to think of?” he shot back, but she ignored him and opened his door before moving to the driver side.

The car ride to Bucky’s shared apartment with Steve was filled with tension. Bucky sitting like a scolded child on the side while Y/N was the parent furious with him for causing a scene in a public place.

“That Bradley guy flirts with every girl that walks in there,” he mumbled about 5 minutes into the drive. He didn’t get a response. When he looked over to see if she had reacted at all, all he saw was a bitch face on her that was focused on the road ahead. “He’s kinda a dick from what I’ve heard the girls say about him that go in and out.”

“Are you there that often that you know the waitstaff's dating profiles?” she sassed.

“No, I’m just saying from what I know, he doesn’t deserve you.” He had said the last part so softly, that if the car wasn’t as awkwardly quiet as it was, Y/N wouldn’t have been able to make it out.

She turned to look at him finally and saw him with his head propped against the glass of the window. He was avoiding eye contact and had opted to watching the city lights pass by for the rest of the car ride.

Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond or if she even should. What was the point anyway? He wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning and she wasn’t supposed to care… At least that’s what she told herself.

She was able to get to the apartment after Wanda sent his and Steve’s address thankfully.

“Ok, we’re here,” Y/N parked in the front of the apartment.

It was one of those buildings that looked like a house in a neighborhood where all of them were side by side going up 3 floors. But in their case, each floor was a different flat/apartment. It was updated and in the nicer part of town, so clearly he and Steve were well off.

From what Wanda had said, Bucky was on the top floor and Steve was renting out the middle floor within the next month. So he had been crashing at Bucky’s until the lease for the current tenant was up and the space was open.

“Thanks,” Bucky groaned. He had sobered up some from the drive, but considering how far gone he was earlier, he couldn’t be that much better.

He opened the door and sloppily got out of the car almost tripping on the curb and stumbling to the steps.

Y/N groaned leaning forward and hitting her head on the steering wheel by her hands.

“Don’t do it Y/N. Don’t do it,” she repeated, but when she looked back up, he was sitting on the middle of the steps with one hand rubbing his temple. “And you’re going to do it…”

She got out of the car and came to the front of him. Her anger had dissipated some and now she felt pity for the poor guy.

“You good?” she asked, and he looked up with her in surprise.

“I got a little dizzy,” he answered before going back massaging his head.

“Need some help?” she sighed, offering her hand.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at the gesture before looking at her.

“Why are you being nice? I’ve only been a drunken dick to you tonight,” he groaned, taking her hand anyway. “I’m surprised you didn’t dump me off and speed away.”

“Yeah, well. We’ve all been dicks at some point. Doesn’t mean we don’t deserve a helping hand here and there,” she nodded as they walked up the steps. “What button do I push?”

“Last one on the right,” Bucky said, putting his head back down as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned on the door for support from the world spinning around him.

She did as told, and the button let out a blunt ring as it called the floor above.

“Hello?” a voice replied.

“Steve? It’s Y/N,” she answered.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Steve asked in shock.

“I’m delivering you your drunk best friend. Mind ringing me up?” she answered in a tired tone.

“Uh, yeah, yeah! One sec.” The bell sounded, giving the two access to the unlocked door now.

Bucky rolled away from it as Y/N opened it for them both and they started their way to the nice elevator off to the side by the stairs.

Once the doors shut, Bucky looked over to Y/n who had been avoiding eye contact the entire time. He finally took in her presence and noticed she was wearing one of her favorite jean jackets from highschool. One that he had actually gifted to her. He chuckled a little at it as it still hung loosely on her even after all these years.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked.

And when he met her eyes, he didn’t see the harsh bite back that he had received most of the evening. Instead, there was a small sense of amusement in her question.

“Nothing, just the jacket,” he pointed.

She looked down as if she forgot what she was wearing and then it registered.

“Right, you gave me this for one of our anniversaries,” she chuckled some. He hadn’t heard a genuine laugh from her this entire day. Sure it was the smallest and diluted chuckle ever, but It sounded nice.

“Still have the patch?” he asked.

She pulled it away from her body some and looked in the breast pocket, nodding.

When he had got it, it was nothing special but an older, worn out, and thrifted jean jacket. But to make it special, he found a little iron on patch of the world to put inside the pocket. He had told her that she always had the world in her pocket with the light that she was for it. She would and could do just about anything to make a room and this entire planet light up just by smiling.

Bucky couldn’t help the goofy smile that came across his face knowing she didn’t rip it out in spite at some point in all these years. That jacket had a little more meaning to them then just being a shield from the brisk air.

Once the elevator reached the floor, Y/N motioned Bucky out.

“I don’t know where to go from here, so I hope you’re sober enough to point me the right direction,” she smirked playfully.

Bucky returned it, not wanting to chance taking away the civil actions happening in the moment.

“Right,” he agreed, coming out and making his way down the new hall. “Steve,” he shouted loudly. Lucky for them, they had the whole floor to themselves.

Steve’s head poked out of the door less than a second later.

“Hey,” he said with a confused face that was attempting to be covered by a kind smile.

“I’m going to go inside before I made more of a fool of myself,” Bucky mumbled, pushing past Steve who moved to the outside of the hall. “Thanks for bringing me back, Y/N,” he said with a tight embarrassed smile. “Sorry for being a dick again.”

Not that Y/N would have said anything back, but even if she had, he stalked away with his head low and disappeared into the apartment before she would have a chance.

“Do I want to know?” Steve sighed.

“Uh, even I’m not too sure what went on tonight,” Y/N responded, putting her hand in the jacket pockets and rocking on her feet.

“Do I need to apologize for his actions?” Steve chuckled, looking down at her bashfully.

“He’s a big boy Stevie, he can take responsibilities for his actions,” Y/N chuckled back.

“Right. You would think he would act like the grown man that he is, but it looks as though we were both thrown for a loop tonight.”

“Guess so.”

“Hey, Wanda told me you’re here for the week now. Your travel plans changed. Are the rumors true?” Steve asked, moving the subject away from the awkward one.

“Uh, yeah. I was going to text you tomorrow morning, but looks like I was beat to the punch.”

“Well, we’ll all have to hang out soon then. It’s been too long,” he winked. The two gave each other a quick hug, but Steve didn’t let go and looked down at her. “How are you doing? Clearly the other part of this equation isn’t doing too hot,” he noted, looking in the open apartment door before back at her.

“Seems we are handling the second part of this divorce a little different than the other, but I can’t say it’s been fun,” she responded, following his eyeline. “Uh, listen. I hate to see you for like two seconds after all this time and split, but I’m kinda beat from the day.”

Steve pulled away and patted her back nodding.

“No, no. I completely understand. I know from experience, drunk Bucky isn't an easy one to take care of. Plus... Everything else on top of that.”

“Yeah...”

“You go ahead and head home. I’ll call you later to set up a time for the team to meet and catch up. Sound good?”

“Sounds like a plan, Cap,” she winked.

He rolled his eyes with a smile before waving her off. “Want me to walk you down?”

“Nah, I parked right out front. I should be fine,” she shook her head as she headed back for the elevators. “Um, his car is still at the bar by the way. You may need to go pick it up tomorrow. I didn’t want him driving home, given his state.”

“Thank you for that. I’m sorry again,” Steve grimaced.

“Don’t apologize, just uh… Just get him some advil and lots of water. I’ll see you later.”

“Will do. Bye, Everest!” he bantered back with her own nickname.

“God, haven’t heard that one in years,” she laughed before the elevator doors shut.

With a heavy sigh and lots of thoughts on her mind, the car ride home felt like it never happened.

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I’m Not Afraid - Chapter 2

Word Count: 4,585

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 2/?

A/N: SOFT DEREK, SOFT DEREK!!!!! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 2

5:00 am my phone read.

It was usual for my brain to be awake at this hour. Since before I can remember it was part of the schedule I followed, everywhere I went. It was a small thing, but the sense of normalcy was a comforting friend. It made sense to follow a routine I could have anywhere. I was out of bed and into workout clothes, ready for a quick jog around the woods.

I started off with a slow and comfortable trot before speeding up once I reached the tree-filled terrain. The smell of wet soil, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling, the crunching of leaves under my feet was oddly comforting. There was a strange pull that came from the heart of Beacon Hills. I had lived in many places in my short lifetime but this place was different, the atmosphere was different, the people were different. One of those people was Derek Hale, the mysterious, broody, sarcastic man that had bumped his way in.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Why are you stopping?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping his mouth.

"How did you get here? Where the hell did you come from?"

"You're not the only person who jogs in this town and this happens to be the trail I take. You know, you should work out on a trail that is closer to your house. Makes it easier to actually go back."

I looked around. Once again, I had trailed off and didn't know where I was. "Lucky for you, I have a great memory. We can finish off running and I'll instruct you back to your house."

"You know you sound like a stalker." We started to jog once again.

"How so?"

"Well, you've only been there like two or three times and you already know the way back. Creepy!"

"Oh, come on, it means that I have a very sharp memory. Unlike you who can't seem to remember what house you live in."

"Touché."

The con and occasionally laughing at something. It felt good talking to him, almost natural. There was a supernatural attraction that I felt when I was near him, an unusual need for his closeness. Our relationship came easy, as the cliché would have it, it felt like I had known him all my life.

We ran for about an hour and a half before we turned back. "I think it's time we went back. You have school in an hour."

"Whoa, take the stalking down a notch."

"Oh, come on, I went to that school before you, I think I know the schedule."

"Alright, grandpa. Let's head back. It's time for your breakfast smoothie and then some bingo."

"Very funny." He ruffled my hair whilst fake laughing.

"I try." We ran and ran until I came into view of the curb that led to the house. "Well, this is my exit. Would it be too much to ask for you to take me to school?"

"Not a problem. Meet you back here at 7:45?"

"That would be perfect." He kissed my cheek and left to run to where I believe was his house. My face turned red, and I ducked inside.

"Mom? Dad?" I entered the kitchen and noticed a note over a covered plate. "Left for work early. Eat your food and go to school." I read out loud.

I took my time getting ready for school. My bag was already packed, as was my lunch. A long shower and a slow breakfast were in store as I awaited Derek's black Camaro to roll into my driveway.

"Thanks so much for the lift. I packed you some breakfast."

"No problem and thank you." He smiled. "You know, maybe after school, I can finally give you a tour around town. So you can familiarize yourself."

"That would be wonderful." I checked my schedule. "Actually, you can pick me up an hour before school ends. I have study hall at that hour, and no one would care if I left."

"I think I can make that arrangement." He looked at me showing a perfect set of white teeth and a smile that would make anyone melt. "But wouldn't your parents know that you left school? I mean, you won't be there when they go pick you up."

"I'll just tell them Allison gave me a ride or walked home," I said thinking of more excuses I could tell my parents. Distracted by my thoughts, my hand started reaching out to the powered-off radio and I didn't notice that so did Derek's. A sharp current went up my arm as our hands make contact. We both quickly pulled away and I could feel the blood rushing to my face turning it a deep shade of red.

"Sorry, I shouldn't impose. It's your car." I spoke up, quick to start picking at the skin around my fingernails to busy my hands. Derek perceived the nervous nature of my actions and stopped my fussing by putting one of his hands over mine.

"Don't worry it's fine. Just put the radio on whatever station you like." He smiled reassuringly and I reached to the radio and just turned it on, leaving it in the last station it had been on.

"Ugh, I absolutely dread going to school. Most of it I'm gonna forget either way."

"I'd tell you to ditch but that would be shame on me, so I won't. But think about it, this day you'll only get 7 hours of school and then you can hang out with me. Best present ever."

"Yeah, don't think so highly of yourself. Maybe I'll just wander around town until I find my way home."

"Very funny." He stopped at the drop-off zone. "This is your stop."

"Thanks again for the ride, awfully kind actions from such a sour wolf" I laughed at his scowl. "I'll see you in the afternoon."

"Looking forward to it." I exited the car and he waited till I was on the sidewalk to speed off.

"Was that Derek Hale that just dropped you off?" I turned around and was met face-to-face with Scott.

"Yeah. What's the problem?" Not that it will matter.

"You shouldn't trust him, he's bad news."

"Honestly, Scott, I understand your good intentions, but I'll sort out the wrong kind on my own terms." He looked taken aback at my response, probably thinking I would not talk back.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but he is not a person that anyone should be with." With that, he left with worry evident on his face.

I understood that he was looking out for my "well-being”, but he didn't know me and I'm pretty sure he didn't know Derek either. Maybe that's what Derek meant when I met him. Everyone thinks he is a bad person, but he hasn't done anything wrong in my eyes.

I walked over to my locker and started exchanging my books. Closely next to me I could hear Scott talking to Allison about me and Derek, and my name should be out of his mouth. Once I finished with my locker, I slammed the door and they both stopped talking, noting my close presence. I walked past them feeling their worried stares burning my back. This was going to be a hell of a year. The only thing that could get me through it was the acquaintance relationship I have with Isaac. I did text him a bit last night but mostly helping him with homework. Lord knows he needs all the help he can get.

We all stood around in gym class as Stiles and Erica climbed the rock wall. Everyone else had gone including Scott who mastered a great fall. Stiles appeared to have fun, but Erica would let out sounds of discomfort and shortness of breath as she climbed. At a point, she stopped.

"Erica, are you dizzy?" Coach said. "Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo is the dysfunction of the vesicular system of the inner ear" Lydia stated in a mocking tone. "She's just freaking out."

"Erica!" Coach screamed.

"coach, maybe it’s not safe. you know she's epileptic." Allison stated. How does no one care?

"Wh-why does no one tell me this?!" Coach Finstock questioned annoyed. "Erica, just fall back, there's a mat that will catch you."

She slowly let go of the wall and made her descent. No one seemed to care that the poor girl was shaken to the core; they all laughed.

When class was over everyone headed to their respective locker rooms to change. Something inside me kept pulling me back to the gym, so I walked back as I put on my shirt. As I opened the doors, I saw Erica fall from the wall and luckily into Scott's arms. He slowly put her on the floor as the class ran in behind us.

"Put her on her side," I stated.

"How did you know?" Allison whispered to Scott.

"I just felt it." He whispered back.

After Erica had calmed, the coach called an ambulance to take her to be checked at the hospital and the day went by normally. I was currently in my "last" period. Tapping my nails in a rhythmic pattern waiting for the stupid bell to ring. Only 5 more minutes and I would be out of here. This was the first time I had done something like this. I always stick by the rules and make sure to follow all of them. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Cue the bell. I grabbed all my things and stuffed them in my bag. I used to my advantage the fact that everyone was piled in the hallway and headed outside. Waiting for me was Derek in his black Camaro. Suddenly my heart steadied its pace and I felt relaxed.

"Hey there, rebel." He smirked at me as I entered the car and buckled my seatbelt.

"Don't make small talk. Just go." I said whilst trying to hide by burrowing in the seat. If I could I would have jumped into the trunk to avoid any hidden stares from authority figures.

"Don't tell me you've never done this before." I shook my head no and felt my face growing warmer by the second. "Aw, you're so innocent. For a big mouth that is." I slapped his arm as hard as I could.

"Don't be rude." I crossed my arms, slouched down, and pouted. He looked over at me and laughed. That made me slouch farther down.

"Oh, come on. Don't get mad." He ruffled my hair and laughed once again when I swatted his hand away. "Yeesh, feisty."

"So, where's our first pit stop?" I asked whilst looking out the window not wanting to look at his face.

"A small diner I know. Wouldn't want you to starve." He smirked. "Might make you angrier."

"I am not angry, just annoyed."

"Got some feelings hurt?" He said laughing.

"Derek, don't be rude. You will regret it."

"Oh, what could you do?"

"Is that a challenge?" He didn't answer, just laughed. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out. "HELP!! This man is kidnapping me!! HELP!! Bloody he...!"

My sentence was cut short by Derek's hand pulling me down by my jacket and onto the seat again.

"Why did you do that?" I asked innocently. I had caused the faces of a few people on the street to look at the car in horror.

"You know why! That was totally uncalled for."

"I told you that being rude was something you would regret. I'm not one to say this a lot but, I told you so."

He tried his best to keep a tight scowl on his face but in a matter of seconds, we were laughing at my past actions.

"Whatever, we're here." He turned off the car and went to the passenger side to open the door for me.

"Why thank you," I said and took his extended hand to pull my weight up.

"No problem." I smiled at his goofy courtesy but as we walked inside the establishment I could feel my heart beating faster by the second. "Table for two." Derek pointed at a booth made for two people exactly. Once we had sat down a lady maybe in her late thirties approached us to take our order.

"What do you want to order today, darlings?" She gave us a warm smile as she waited for our response.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with some onion rings, a stack of pancakes, and some chicken fillets, a Diet Coke, and afterward some pie, please."

"Would you like the kitchen sink with that?" I said in shock. "I think I'll just get the, ummmm, bacon cheeseburger also with some onion rings and an iced tea. Maybe add some pie afterward too."

The lady laughed a bit, nodded, and smiled at us as she turned to the kitchen to put out our order.

"So, someone's a bit hungry. Huh, sour wolf?" I chuckled.

"Why do you call me that?" He said somewhat annoyed.

"I don't know. It just fits you."

"How?"

"Cause you're very sour and you kind of look like a wolf. Hairy face and crazy hair. I don't know how to explain it. It's just a nickname, though. If it makes you mad I can just call you something else."

"I'm not mad. Just wondering." He slouched on the seat looking less tense. "How is it that I'm usually so bad with meeting people yet with you, I just clicked?"

"I don't know. I'm just special that way."

"Very funny."

"I know! I could take up a career in comedy." He chuckled as he threw a sugar packet at me. "So, since we are getting to know each other we should know basic things about one another. Let me start. What's your favorite color?"

"Maybe black or blue. What about you?"

"Totally red and black." The waitress came with our drinks. I took a sip of my iced tea and continued with the questions. "Favorite place to be?"

"That house in the woods where we met." I gave him a weird look.

"Why there? It barely stands with a foundation. What could possibly be there?"

"It's the house I used to live in before it burnt down. My family was in there." I choked on my drink when he said this.

"Oh my gosh, Derek. I'm so sorry I brought it up. We can drop the topic."

"Don't worry about it. It happened such a long time ago it's sometimes relieving talking about it." After there was an awkward silence, so Derek cleared his throat and asked a question. "Um, and what's your favorite place to be?"

"I'm not sure. Usually, I like places more because of the people I'm with. But if I had to choose probably the woods, it's the calmest place I know. The only place where you can actually be free."

"Wow, Ms. Argent. So poetic. It touched me." He pointed at his heart. "Right here."

"Very funny, now, favorite sport?" And the game went on even when our food served. Whilst eating we kept asking each other questions and getting to know each other profoundly. This has been the first time I had ever opened up to someone. It felt strange. Letting someone know small details about yourself. Making yourself vulnerable to them. Showing them how they could break you. But this was different. I felt like I was just becoming closer to him.

"We should do that someday. I mean the thought of just leaving for a whole day, not knowing where you are going, just finding an adventure."

"Definitely. You decide when the first time." I smiled at him.

"That's a deal." He looked down at his watch. "I think it's time I take you home. Don't want your parents to worry."

"Alright. Let's go." I grabbed my bag and was about to pay my part of the check, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed the money I left and paid completely. "I don't understand the need of being such a gentleman if this wasn't a date. Just two people hanging out."

"So, this wasn't a date?"

"You thought it was?" I thought about it. "What do you classify a date per se?"

"An outing in which two people go out and get to know each other a little bit more." What he said made sense. It had never dawned on me that this could have been anything other than just a casual outing, but not being too well versed in normal social encounters, let alone dating encounters.

"Alright, you win. I have officially gone on my first date."

"No way. This could not have been your first date." When he saw the serious look on my face, he stopped chuckling. "I'm so sorry you had to have given you such a crappy first date. I promise I'll make up for it one day."

"Deal." We even shook on it. "Now let's get going before my parents know I'm late."

During the drive back, he pointed out different key places I should know when going around Beacon Hills as well as easier routes to these places. Although I was heavily grateful for all the useful tips, my brain could hardly remember the first route he showed me.

When we got to my house, I noticed that my father's car was not in there. I guess they haven't arrived yet. I said goodbye to Derek and entered the house, thanking him for a lovely afternoon. I changed into workout attire and, deciding to stay home, went to the basement and started working out. After half an hour of running and half an hour of physical training, I decided it was enough and went to take a shower. I noticed that my parents weren't home yet.

"I wonder what's holding them back?" After my shower, I continued my current read of Pride and Prejudice. But something was bothering me, a thought that wouldn't leave my head.

I'm leaving once the year is over. Getting close to Derek will fuck me up once I leave. I've never had to say goodbye to anyone. I can't start now. I'll need to start avoiding him. Don't know how, but I must try.

I went downstairs to get a glass of water when I heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Chris.

"Hey, Uncle Chris. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for your father. Is he here?"

"No, I haven't seen him. I got here and neither mom nor dad was here. Is something wrong?"

"No. Just couldn't reach his cell. I'm sure he's fine. Have a good night, sweetheart." He kissed my forehead and left. I started to worry. What if something had happened?

So, I decided to call him. Fortunately, he picked up.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you. Your mom and I will be out for the rest of the week. We left some money on the first drawer of the right side of the kitchen island and if you want you can stay with your uncle."

"But Uncle Chris came by and he didn't know where you were. Does he know you left?"

"Oh, I forgot to call him. I'll do that right now. Goodnight, munchkin, go to sleep."

"Goodnight, dad. Love you."

"Love you too." I hung up the phone and went upstairs completely forgetting about the glass of water I went to drink.

My phone buzzed and I looked at the caller ID signaling that Isaac was calling.

"Hey, Isaac."

"Hey, (Y/N). Um, do you think you can pick me up?" Isaac said in between short pants.

"Sure, where are you?" I asked. He told me where he was, and I took the keys to my mother's car to look for Isaac. He looked scared and frantic when I neared the spot, he told me about. His physique also looked different. Usually, he would walk cowering but now he stood tall and seemed a bit more buff. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just, um, do you think I could stay with you tonight?"

"I guess." I started driving to my house. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, totally. Just tired." I took the hint. He didn't want to talk, and I wasn't going to press on.

At my house, I arranged the guest room and got him spare clothes to change into. He thanked me and left for the bathroom. Something was wrong. But what?

***

Three days had passed.

Three days that I had stayed in my house for my daily workout.

Three days that my phone had been buzzing with messages from Derek asking where I was.

Because three nights before I had decided to avoid Derek at all costs.

The only way to leave it all behind is if you don't associate yourself with anyone. That way you won't feel any remorse or pain once you disappear. One time when I left was when I was approximately six or seven years old, and I had to say goodbye to Allison since we were sharing a room at that time. The second time was when I had to leave Josie. After that, I started familiarizing myself with the feeling of loneliness. It wasn't that bad once you remembered the fact that you would always see your parents when you got home, and everything would be better. Although, these days I had housed Isaac in my house, rare was the occasion that we interacted other than doing homework. Isaac would come home late in the night and quickly went to sleep. But, he stayed in my spare room for two nights and told me he had found a place to stay. He left thanking me for my hospitality.

When I finished my workout, I ran upstairs and took a shower. I changed from my stinky workout clothes to a plain white shirt and black jeans, obviously paired with my leather jacket. Once dressed I went downstairs and grabbed some cash to buy myself a muffin and a big coffee. Finally, I found the keys to my beautiful matte black Harley Fat Bob. My father had gotten me this motorcycle about two years back when he noticed I just kept crashing cars. The only thing I never crashed was his motorcycle and because he was worried I would, he bought me my own. I tend to wreck a lot of stuff. It's not intentional, I'm just clumsy at times.

I opened the door to the garage and noticed it sitting in a corner covered by a blanket. Once I took it off, I smiled. I passed my hand over the beautiful color, the smooth surface, the cold metal. It all felt familiar. A part of me. I grabbed my helmet and got on it. Once I sat my body felt relaxed, at ease. A spark of adrenaline was shot through my body when the engine came to life.

I backed up from the garage and went to the local café store. While waiting to pick up my order I noticed Derek walking in with his jogging clothes on. He still hasn't noticed me, too busy looking at the menu. When my name was called, he looked at me and called my name, but I ran out of the café with my order ignoring him.

When I got to the school everyone was staring at me. The new chick was now badass. I walked in with my backpack slung over my shoulder easing towards my locker.

"Hey there, gorgeous." I closed the locker door to see Jackson standing next to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Jackson. What do you want?"

"I was just wondering when you were free."

"Oh, well from tomorrow to never gonna happen. Get down from the cloud, buddy."

"Oh, come on, we both know you want some of this." He motioned over his body.

"Get over yourself." I scoffed.

"Babe, it doesn't hurt to try."

"I believe she's not interested, Jackson." A strawberry blonde girl appeared. Her confidence struck me like lightning, a very apparent aura of dominance radiating from within her.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Lydia. I'm talking to her, not you. You've already ruined everything else."

"Well, I think she has no business with you so why don't you scram?" With a huff and a puff, Jackson finally gave in and I turned to greet my hero, who was surprisingly accompanied by Allison.

"Thank you, so much. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"No problem. I'm Lydia, but you knew that."

"(Y/N). Argent." She motioned between Allison and me. "Cousins."

"Pleasure." Then the bell rang. "Guess I have a new best friend, (Y/N)." You guessed wrong.

I entered Mr. Harris' classroom and sat down next to Isaac and as usual Mr. Chatty Pants tried to hold a conversation from the table behind us. Seriously, how much can someone talk? I took out my notebook and started writing down everything the teacher was saying is the homework on the board. Stiles had finally gotten the hint and didn't talk to me the whole class. That was a relief. Maybe it was due to the fact he was too focused on the strawberry blonde who had saved my ass from Jackson.

The day went on quite smoothly except at lunch. It wasn't the same Erica that had fallen from the rock-climbing wall. She completely changed; a more confident walk, she was wearing makeup and tight-fitted clothing, and her hair was perfectly styled. She left the lunchroom after taking a bite off an apple seductively and Scott and Stiles followed, as did I. Curiosity had taken the best of me as to this overnight transformation.

She opened the front doors to the school and there he was. Derek Hale in his black Camaro with the biggest smirk on his face staring at Scott. When he directed his sight to me his smirk kind of fell but was brought up quickly. During that Erica had gotten inside the car and they left, together. I don't know why I was jealous because he meant nothing to me, but it broke my heart. I got nervous. I think Scott noticed because he looked at me worried.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded rapidly and out of breath. I had no idea what was happening.

"I think you're having a panic attack." Stiles pointed out handing me an inhaler.

"I used to have panic attacks, too." I inhaled a pump and my breathing seemed to normalize. "You okay now?"

"Yeah. Thanks." I handed him the inhaler.

"No, keep it. I don't need it anymore." I said a low thanks and walked back to school to head to my next class.

I felt extremely weird the rest of the day. Why did I feel that way when I saw Erica and Derek together? It wasn't like anything was going on between us. Also, he's far too old for me. Or maybe I'm too young. I don't know. But I couldn't shake off that sour taste of jealousy that the image of them left.

I knew I wanted to stay as far away as I could from hin but at this moment there was nothing more that I wanted than to be close to him.

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kyotarou · 4 years ago

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hi hi hi it’s me again !! Not sure how much requests you have, and also thanks for answering my question!! N e waysss, can I request a Kuroo and/or oikawa (if that’s too much tjdjwjdjd) with a popular male reader?? Like the chads lowkey a chick magnet and no one really knew why he turned everyone down until people found out abt their relationship HAHSHSHS (if twos too much just do one honestlyyyyy) also good luck on the writing girl ❤️💕💗💖

kuroo and oikawa with a popular boyfriend (male reader!)

characters: tetsurou kuroo, tooru oikawa

warnings: mild swearing, suggestive content in oikawa’s

a/n: Hiii so glad to see you on my blog again!! This was super fun to write shfjdhf and it’s also my first male reader fic so I hope this turned out ok HAHA. And thank you, you’re too kind <33

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Tetsurou Kuroo

You were the ultimate chick magnet at Nekoma High.

You gained popularity from your looks and flirty personality; not to forget you hung out with the volleyball team which further boosted your popularity.

You and Kuroo were the hot “best friends” of Nekoma.

Girls huddled outside the gym towards the end of practice where you’d wait for Kuroo.

You’d flirt with some of the girls, which led them to believe you were interested, but you shut them down when they’d ask you out on a date.

This made you Nekoma’s resident fuckboy, but they couldn’t keep themselves away, thinking one day you’d cave and one lucky girl would become your’s.

In reality, flirting was a way to cover up your relationship with the volleyball captain.

The two of you agreed to keep it on the down-low until you were ready to reveal it to the public. Though, there were moments when you’d want to kiss your boyfriend in front of all the girls who’d gush and squeal in his presence, who batted their eyes innocently in hopes of gaining the captain’s attention.

It irked Kuroo when you were surrounded by the same fans, some who got too close for comfort.

When alone, you spent hours in his embrace, soaking all the affection before having to pretend you were no more than friends at school.

On a particularly hot day, you wore the school’s white button up with an extra button popped open to cool yourself off, red tie loose around your neck and no vest.

The girls went wild.

“(Y/N)-san, do you need water?”

“Here, have mine- I have an extra!”

“No, mine! This is your favorite drink, right?”

From a distance, Kuroo watched with jealousy in his eyes. He kept his feet planted, knowing you could handle it, until a girl looped her fingers around your tie and tugged you close.

He was pissed.

Kuroo marched over and shoved his water bottle into your hand.

“Oh, thank you, Kuroo- hmph!”

He smashed his lips with yours, and you swore he almost knocked a tooth out.

The girls: 👁👄👁

The volleyball team: 👁👄👁

You: 👁💋👁

When he pulled away, your boyfriend had the biggest smirk on his face.

“K-Kuroo-san and (Y/N)-san?”

“Is this a joke?”

Kuroo slipped his arm around your waist and kissed your blushing face.

“Nope, (Y/N)’s mine, and anyone who has a problem has to go through me first. Got it?”

The girls scrambled, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

He flashed you a devilish smile. “Now, where were we?”

Tooru Oikawa

You were quite popular at Aoba Johsai.

Your quiet demeanor and shyness made all the girls swoon. It was their goal to try to “break you out” while still preserving your “innocence.”

You were certainly not innocent with Oikawa.

Before that, it shocked you to find out Tooru Oikawa, captain of the volleyball team, took an interest in you.

It started with him asking for help on homework, then inviting you to eat lunch with him and Iwa-chan, then dates, then sleepless nights tangled in the sheets.

“Special friends” was how Oikawa described your relationship. He’d say this proudly in front of you and your fangirls who thought it meant nothing more than best friends.

But you wanted to take it to the next level and, unbeknownst to you, so did he.

Your heart fluttered at every kiss, touch, and when he’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Oikawa’s bed felt cold and empty without you. He wanted to hold you against him, to cuddle and shower you with all the affection you deserved.

He grew jealous of the girls; you were his baby and his only.

You both kept your feelings to yourselves, afraid of driving the other away.

At school, you received bento boxes, flowers, and love letters on your desk almost every day. You appreciated the sentiment, but your heart belonged to Oikawa.

The girls took your rejections as a challenge. They thought it was your shyness holding you back, but you were simply uninterested.

At lunch, you sat with Oikawa and Iwaizumi in the school courtyard, sharing the bento boxes from that day.

Girls swarmed your table once again. They flirted endlessly, slipping notes into your bag, playing with your hair, hinting they were free that weekend and needed someone to keep them company.

Flustered, you clenched your fist under the table but couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

That is until one girl poked your shoulder in the exact spot Oikawa left a mark days before and whispered in your ear.

“(Y/N)-san, I’ll make your wildest dreams come true…”

You nearly knocked her over as rage flowed through your veins.

“I-I don’t want you!”

All eyes turned to you.

“I’m- I’m- I’m with Oikawa-san!” You showed your hand entwined with his.

Shocked was an understatement; the captain’s heart had never raced this fast before.

The girls thought it was a joke till you kissed Oikawa hard.

His face turned beet red along with yours.

He recovered quickly and slung his arm over your shoulders.

“That’s right, (Y/N)’s mine. Any complaints?”

The girls shook their heads and scurried off, heartbroken and confused. Once gone, Oikawa pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Mine, huh? How about we make it official.”

Your eyes lit up with glee. “Y-Yes!”

“I hoped so, little cutie…”

Iwa-chan, who sat and ate from his bento box the whole ordeal, let out a dramatic sigh.

“Fucking finally. He’s had the biggest crush on you for God knows how long, (Y/N).”

“Shut up! He’s right though…”

You kissed him once more. “So have I,” you admitted bashfully.

Oikawa’s jaw dropped. “Then why didn’t you say anything?!”

You turned your gaze to the floor. “I thought I’d scare you off and you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

Oikawa’s face softened with a hint of sadness in his eyes. “You could never scare me off, (Y/N). I’ll always be by your side. You can’t keep me away even if you wanted to, especially since I’m your boyfriend now.”

You spent the rest of the day in pure bliss.

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loneworldgazer · 4 years ago

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request: hello!! may I request nekoma and shiratorizawa/inarizaki with a fem!manager that has a deep raspy voice and laid-back personality? Thank you!!

Deep Voiced!Manager (Fem)

inarizaki x fem!manager

ooo mamas i got 100 followers, THANK YOUUUU SOOOO MUCCHHH

also i went off topic , i’m SORRY

i could only do inarizaki, sooorrrryyyyyy!!!

comments are appreciated!!

Inarizaki

you know these two idiots, they would be like “woah!!”

miya twins would’ve been friends with you when you were all kids, you would visit them in the gym after your guitar practise

specifically electric guitar

you have a deep voice AND you play electric guitar, you are so cool

and they knew not to break your electric guitar or touch it without permission cause when atsumu did, the neighbourhood was raised a brow to a girl chasing a guy for about 10 minutes before the guy tripped and the girl wringed his neck and another male stepping in to pull the smaller female off the guy who probably died by then

when you joined the volleyball club in your high school year, you were a lot more reserved since they asked you to behave

even though you had the power over them, you also don’t want to embarrass yourself and ruin your reputation in front of other boys in the club

with a lot of fangirls

with the same wack insults 💀 💀

you were done with most of their fangirls, mostly atsumu’s cause you can see the difference

some b: ew you sound like a boy

y/n: if i were to sound like one of yall inarizaki boys, you wouldn’t complain

atsumu’s fangirls were 😻 🔫 the while osamu’s were the 🥰 👉👈

atsumu’s fangirls would die for him, constantly pushing you away just to give the piss stained hair twin a box of chocolates and smooches but you immediately grabbed them by the shoulder and drag them away

there was a time where you felt a lot more sensitive and the fangirls might have threw a gift in your face since you didn’t want to budge and they waved you off while walking away, telling you to give it to atsumu

atsumu was doing his serves and you would pat atsumu’s shoulder and he would turn around to see you holding the gift and 👇 👇

y/n: here’s what your stupid fangirls decided to give this time

if this wasn’t a volleyball anime, atsumu would’ve been thrown to the wall and killed by now

atsumu could feel his twin’s fury radiating behind him and a scene happened with these two and akagi carried you away from the two idiots and settled you on the bench

kita and aran sat next to you, aran on the right while kita’s on the left

akagi kneeled in front of you and waited for you to talk

you quickly wiped your tears and said it was stupid of you to cry about and kita didn’t let you say anything else and hugged your side, telling you that it’s okay to cry and it’s not stupid

i can see everybody staring at atsumu bowing down to you, apologizing a hundred times while you held back the urge to step on his head

but you quickly made him get up and punched him in the chest and asked him to control his fans a little cause you were tired to see confessions everyday

y/n: i will quit if you don’t talk to them in the morning 8.00 a.m. sharp if you even dare forget about something like that, i won’t hesitate to make you forget volleyball with what i’m about to do tommorow

even though it was an empty threat, it left chills in everyone’s spines

(suna of course couldn’t take you seriously and thought you sounded like a cool video game villain 💀 💀)

it didn’t help the fact atsumu could have his neck snapped when he woke up late the next day and osamu quickly kicked him off his bed and yelled to his dumbass to not get killed

but he did talk to them so that means less fans on your back 😼 👍 👍

osamu’s fangirls were okay, just a lot of pestering and no violence and you easily shut them out so that’s okay

this led to the volleybal clubs’ door clearing a little which means anyone that actually wanted business and not atsumu could easily wait near the door

which leds to how the team finding out about your electric guitar skills suprisingly weren’t from atsumu’s big mouth but from a kouhai

when the kouhai stood infront of the door, clutching a book in their hand and aran stopped you from approaching them and intead chose to do it himself

not like atsumu’s big mouth asking them “oh yer lookin’ for me?” or omimi’s harsh comment like “don’t disturb the twins.”, he lets the kouhai speak

“um, is y/n senpai here?”

this was unexpected but aran just hopes it wasn’t another fan pestering her

“ah y/n senpai, can i have your guitar notes?” the kouhai grinned and suna and aran heard them and you immediately went to your bag to retrieve your notes

suna: y/n plays guitar?

he questions the kouhai and they nod

kouhai: electric guitar in fact!

suna raised his eyebrow when you came back and talked to the kouhai

if you can’t tell when everyone found out, they had a big crush on you

especially with whatever sensual song you sang and how you hit the high notes made them amused and and and-

with a deep voice and the harsh strums of the electric guitar, their imaginations went wild

especially with that smirk you had, how wouldn’t it?

this made me curse in my language a hundred times, i work on inarizaki for an hour and realized that i went off topic 💀 💀

bye i hope you enjoyed it??

#inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x manager #inarizaki x y/n #haikyu imagine #inarizaki x you #inarizaki #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x manager #haikyū!!

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years ago

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My brain told me I need something angsty, fluffy but also spicy today✋🏼 So uh could you pls write a small scenario where Iwa, Satori and Bokuto sees their s/o with someone who is actually flirting with them and they think that their s/o is cheating? Because its mostly where the reader thinks that the boys are cheating and I thought it would be interesting if its different this time 👀

Ngl anon reading this made my heart hurt a bit esp Bokuto I’m sensitive when it comes to him 😣 but only Tendō’s isn’t fluffy. I tried to make the other ones a bit fluffy. Mostly angst and spice. Bit of hcs + drabble mix again.

Hints of possessiveness, implied spiciness, Tendō has no shame

Miscommunication

Iwaizumi

> It’s Oikawa’s fault, as usual. He got sick the day before he promised to go with his sister to some orchestra show and to sightsee. It was supposed to be a bonding day for them, but he came down with the flu and Iwaizumi was kindly volunteered to take his place. As in Oikawa begged him.

> It was fine, they got ice cream afterwards and she wanted to take a picture to remember the day. He took the picture and sent it to the group chat, letting Oikawa know his sister was having fun. The boys all laughed and congratulated Iwaizumi for going on a date with such a “bombshell”, as Makki said.

> You think it was an accident, which makes the pain sting more. He’d share his cheating with his friends so easily, it’s sickening. You immediately shut off your phone after that, deciding to not deal with it.

> The next day, when Iwaizumi goes to greet you, you continue walking. It’s something everyone notices, but nobody says anything. Makki and Mattsun give each other similar looks of ‘oh shit’ while Oikawa is still missing.

> Once Oikawa is back to proper shape, you welcome him back with a big hug. It’s the most emotion you’ve shown all week and Iwaizumi gets pissed. He continues to ignore you, though. He finds it hard to continue, though, when you start flirting with Oikawa.

> Mattsun fills Oikawa in on the situation while a plan forms in Iwaizumi’s head. He knows he did something wrong, but what? He decides to apologize anyways. Not having you talk to him was putting him on edge, worrying him.

> The next day, Oikawa tells you Iwaizumi won’t be attending since he’s busy. At first, you got worried, but when Oikawa winked at you, your face felt hot as anger boiled. You figured it would come to this, but it still hurts more than you thought. Then, Oikawa tells you he forgot his knee pad and could you go get it for him. As the helpful manager, you oblige. It’s not like anyone is in the locker room.

“What’s this?” Your voice cracks as you stare at Iwaizumi. He’s standing in the room, holding flowers and an apology note. His face is a dark shade of pink, his eyes glancing at you before going back to the floor.

“An apology. I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend,” he says, clearly and cleanly. His palms are sweaty, but he is able to at least speak properly. “I don’t know what I did—“

“Oh, please. You’re tired of me, I get it. You don’t have to go apologizing on my account. Shouldn’t you be with the brunette girl?” You feel hot tears streaming down your face, quickly wiping them away as Iwaizumi looks at you, dumbfounded.

“Brunette— do you mean Shittykawa’s sister?” A confused look crosses your face as he groans, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Shittykawa made me fill in for him and go sightseeing with his sister. He didn’t ask before telling her, but she watched over us as kids, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to just hang out. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,”

“Not a big deal, Hajime? Not a big deal? I honestly thought you were bragging! It didn’t help Makki was all like ‘oh man she’s so hot’ in the chat!” Tears are freely falling now, as your blink away the blurriness. “I thought you had just gotten tired of me,”

“Baby, no, never,” he shushes you, hugging you. It’s nice to be talking to him, wrapped in his arms. It’s a sweet and tender moment, relaxing in his hold as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into your hair, shifting on the balls on his feet as you follow suit. It’s not until you’re pressed against the cold metal of the lockers do you look at him. His face sports a familiar look, one that always has your knees buckling to his command.

“Hajime, not now,” you whimper, feeling his warm hands sliding underneath your shirt. Had you been in your uniform, you’d most likely have his hand down your panties right now. He just presses a kiss to your temple, hands moving the waistband of your pants.

“I gotta remind you that I’m all yours, baby. And you’re all mine, so don’t ever go flirting with Shittykawa again,” he growls out, sending heat down to your core.

Tendō

> So first off, your relationship with him is on the down-low as in the only person outside the relationship who knows is Ushijima because Tendō cannot keep a secret from his BFF. You wanted it to be a secret because you did like him when he confessed, but your friends would tease you for dating him. Coach Washijo didn’t allow his player to date, so it was a secret relationship.

> However, when a girl ended up flirting with Tendō because she wanted a free pass to see the games, you wished it wasn’t so secretive. He was obviously flirting with her, enjoying the attention, while you listened from the girls’ bathroom. When he called her a “pretty lady” though? You felt your world shatter. He never called you that.

> The following practice, you passed by the gymnasium doors to see that girl standing outside them. A brief glance in her direction before continuing on your way, back to the dorms. You didn’t text Tendō the rest of the day.

> Tendō was frantically looking for you, wondering what he did wrong. When that girl was outside the gym and not you, he panicked. It was lunchtime, so he expected you to be in your class. When he got there, you were gone.

> He asked your friends, but they didn’t give him an answer, asking him “why does it matter?” So he went back to perusing the halls, looking for your familiar hair color or your voice. He heard a male’s voice first. Then your laugh.

> Turning a corner, he saw your hand on some guy’s bicep, a smile on your face. He recognized the stranger as the dude who tried to date every girl in his grade. Why were you talking to him? Another giggle had him moving towards the two of you.

“Why don’t you and I, I don’t know, meet up for some drinks after school? There’s a good milkshake joint nearby,” he grins, flashing his bright teeth. It would make most girls keel to his demands, but you’re different.

“Oh, I’d love to—“

“But she’s my girlfriend, loser,” Tendō sneers, his hand gripping your elbow as he drags you away.

“Tendō-san, what are you doing?” You attempt to resist his pulling, but he doesn’t let up. “I thought I was barely a classmate to you,”

“Yeah, well who gave you the right to flirt with some fuck boy?” He looks down at you, anger flashing across your face. The guy is still standing there, watching.

“Oh, I figured I wasn’t a priority to you. After all, you called that other bitch a ‘pretty girl’, so what’s up? I don’t get a cute name like that, except ‘girlfriend’?” You wrench your arm free. “Leave me alone, Tendō. Go to that other girl,”

“You mean Hana? Ōno Hana? The girl who’s crushing on Wakatoshi-kun?” He raises a brow. “As if she’d like me. I was complimenting her because she was anxious about talking to Wakatoshi-kun,”

“Well, it didn’t seem like that. I listened to the conversation. Leave me alone,”

“Why would I want her when I have a perfect little girl in front of me? Who else could trust me enough to bind them so tight, or who could cream on my fingers so easily?” He smirks as your face gets hot. A swift smack to his chest is useless when he turns to the guy, holding your arms. He maneuvers you to face the guy, smushing your cheeks together. “Tell him who you’re a good girl for, because it’s not gonna be him,”

“Tendō, this is so awkward,” your muffled voice comes out, dealing with his fingers pushing your lips together. “I’m not gonna say it,”

“Then he can watch as you cream on my fingers. Front row show, you know?” He snickers, moving his hand off your face and moving it underneath your skirt. A brief flash of your underwear towards the boy has you submitting properly, squirming as you practically shout what Tendō wanted you to say. “See, not that hard? Oh look— he’s running away! I hope he enjoyed the show!” Tendō waves happily, smiling all the while. You’re finally released from his hold.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you? Thinking you can go be a whore?”

“You want the relationship on the down-low! You wanted it to be a secret!”

“Well, if that means boys think you’re available, we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” He smirks, once again dragging you off. As he heads towards a closet, you know you’re not going back to class with steady legs.

Bokuto

> It was unusual for Bokuto to miss practice, so the managers and Akaashi were asking if you had seen him. You had not, but offered to go looking while everyone else started practice. Akaashi thanked you, leaving to fill in for his missing captain.

> Roaming the school, you checked the bathrooms to see if he was in there and even checked the classrooms to see if he fell asleep. When you didn’t find him, you went through checking the halls only to find him walking next to some girl with his arm around her shoulder. The scene hurt you, but a part of you knew he wouldn’t ditch practice and cheat on you, it was not in his nature.

> When the girl laughed at one of his jokes, you felt tears prick your eyes and ran off, back to the gymnasium where Akaashi was the first to greet you. You explained what you saw, after he took you to sit down on the bench, while the team continued. He said it probably wasn’t what it seemed like, but the scene kept replaying in your mind.

> The next day, you didn’t meet him on the roof for your normal lunch date so he got worried. Bokuto can usually read your moods, since you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he hadn’t seen you at all. He went looking for you, ignoring the strange looks he got as he ran through the hallways. Once he got to your class, he expected you to be sitting at your desk. Instead, he turned to your friends for help.

> One of them mentioned a dark haired student invited her to eat with him in his class and after he got a description, he went looking for the mystery man. He thought it might have been Akaashi, but he didn’t have brown eyes and a mole beside his right eye. It was finding a needle in a haystack, looking in each class until he saw your familiar hair color sitting in an unfamiliar class.

> He just kind of looked at you and the stranger through the window, watching as you laughed at the guy’s jokes. It was the same laugh you used at his jokes. It made an strange feeling in his chest burn, it made him jealous. Walking inside the classroom, you continued talking to the boy as he moved behind you.

> You closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them, you saw the boy’s face drop as a shadow loomed over you. Looking behind you, you saw your boyfriend standing behind you. “Whatcha doing?” He asked. His voice seemed to be bright and cheerful, normal to the innocent bystander. To you, with the fake smile on his face, it sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

> He wanted to talk to you alone, a hand on your back as he guided you to the stairs leading to the roof. You tried to ask him questions, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t turn to look at you. He just stared forward as anger simmered in his chest and his eyes.

> Once the roof door had shut, you were roughly pushed against it as his eyes finally met yours. His eyes bore into you, demanding an answer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why were you flirting with him? Do you no longer love me? Did I do something wrong? Are you tired of me?” As his questions poured out, the anger in his eyes melted into sadness, guilt forming into a ball on your chest. His hair drooped down as he put on his pouty face. “Do you wanna break up?”

“N-No! Not unless you want to, that is. I saw your arm around that g-girl in the hallway. I—“ you gulped, unshed tears on your lashes, catching the sunlight as you look at him. “I thought you were tired of me,”

“Why would I be tired of you? You’re the love of my life!” He shouts, you flinching as his booming voice made your ears ring. He apologizes, hugging you tightly into his chest. You do a heaving motion, fighting back the tears as his words play on loop in your mind. “I could never see anyone replacing you in my life,”

“That’s nice, Bo,” you mumble, rubbing your nose into his chest. It’s warm and comforting, a nice contrast to the brisk wind in the autumn air. When he moves, you look up to see him grinning at you, a glint in his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“We’re all alone and obviously my little bird needs to remember just who she belongs to,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before he quickly drops to his knees. It’s a sudden movement, his face in front of your skirt and then it’s under your skirt, a leg hooked over his shoulder. He’ll make sure you’re screaming his name before lunchtime is over.

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