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No matter how hard I try it will always be you| A Mason Mount story

Chapter 1: How it started...

Notes: I am so so so excited to start writing this fic, this is a little back story to the love y/n and mason felt when they were younger, so enjoy! Sorry if there is any mistakes, its pretty long lol

Blurb: You see typical teen romance, Y/n sees the boy that gave her life. The boy that helped her morph into the woman she is today. He was her first kiss, the first person she lost her innocence too, the first person to show her what real love felt like. He will always remain in her heart as her first, but never did she imagine he would be her last...

You can't really remember how you and Mason had become best friends, for as long as you had known him he had always been your favourite person in the world. Well, that was since you both were about 3, being next door neighbours.

You would both chase each other around your gardens for hours in the summer sun, jumping on his trampoline and playing in your pool while your mums shared a bottle of wine and your dads drank beer.

You even went so far as a few family holidays together, your parents being just as inseparable as you both were.

And they call it puppy love: (Ages 13)

"Belle, I need a favour."

"What?"

You were curled up on Masons bed in his little room in his house in Portsmouth. You had been contently reading your typical romance novel, as he was just sitting on his little gaming chair, paying on his xbox. That was before he had let out a rather loud sigh, then flopping down on the bed, making a dent next to you.

You knew it was serous when he had placed his controller down on the side, shutting off his game. You sat up slightly resting your head on Masons head board, folding the corner of your page and closing you book. You watched him look down and fiddle with his fingers.

"Why have you gone all quiet?" You questioned him with a smirk.

Mason turned to look at you, his face filled with concern, you grew almost worried at his expression because Mason wasn't a serious person at all.

"Daisy Renton, from our math class, she erm, asked me to go to the cinema with her this weekend." Mason said, suppressing a smile as he spoke.

"Oh."

"So what's the problem then?" You question him.

Mason sat up so he could face you, crossing his legs, "I really want to kiss her. But- but I don't know how." Mason said embarrassingly.

"So what? I doubt she does either." You screw your nose up as you look back down to your book and pick it back up, opening your page up again.

Mason lent forward, his hand bringing down the book you were trying to read. "

Y/n."

"Yes?" You shivered as he used your full name.

He had always called you belle since you were kids, well your whole family did. Referring to the princess belle who also loved reading books. You would call Mason mowgil in return, since he used to have long hair and you would tease him and say he looked like the boy from jungle book.

"I need to practice on someone first." He said sternly, but his voice was rather quiet.

"Okay? Use your hand or- Ew! Have you lost your mind?!" You shouted at him as you caught on to what he was saying.

"You want to use my mouth? Ewwwww, no way!" You said with a face full of disgust.

"Y/n pleaseee." Mason begged you.

"No way in hell mount." You said as you sat up, giving Mason a dirty look.

"I do anything, ill do your math home work?" Mason said with a smile.

"You don't even do your own math homework!"

"Good point." Mason said as he thought of something else.

"Ill be your slave for a week?" Said Mason with a hopeful smile.

It was a convincing deal, all you had to do was kiss him a little and then he would do anything you wanted. You smirked slightly as you looked at his hopeful face.

"Two weeks." You stated, crossing your arms.

"Deal."

You both shake hands as you sat across from him on the bed, crossing your legs to mimic him.

You looked into each others eyes as you both waited for the other to make a move. You couldn't stop the butterfly's in your stomach as you thought about how you was about to have your first kiss. You was sure you wanted your first kiss to be with someone you loved, you was rather naive at that age, but you just didn't know it then but you would eventually come to love the boy in-front of you.

Then Mason lent forward... rather quickly, too quickly in fact. As he managed to bash his head right into yours.

"Sorry belle-"

"'What the hell was that?" You winced as you rubbed your forehead.

"Jeez, you really do need the practice!" You giggle.

You didn't have the experience either, but you thought to just copy what had been described in all of your favourite romance books. So you pick up his hand and place it on your cheek, Mason then gets the idea to cup your cheek. You hold your hand on top of his as you smile at him for a second.

"Lean your head that way, and ill go this way." You instruct him, Mason just nods his head with wide eyes.

"And no tongue, I mean it." You say, as you lick your lips before gently lifting yourself up to place you lips on his.

There was no movemnt, you both just squeezed your eyes shut as you barley even held your soft lips onto Masons.

But for mason that wasn't enough, so he pushed his face forward into your a bit more, thinking the more squished you were the better the kiss would be. As soon as Mason pushed that little bit harder and your nose started to slightly ache there was a slight interruption.

"Mason is y/n saying for tea-"

Masons mum burst through the door as you and Mason quickly pulled away.

"Oh my god." Masons mum stood there stunned at the idea of her son in a room, with a girl, alone, kissing, at only 13 years old.

You were sat in his kitchen a few moments later, you sister and Masons sister giggling at you from the door way as your mum and Masons mum mumbled in each others ears.

Masons mum coughed as she got ready to speak up, "Have you two, you know, you haven't touched each others private parts have you?"

"MUM!" Mason shouted.

"You can tell us." You mum spoke up.

As your cheeks flushed red and your mouth gaped open, while you heard your sisters giggles in the hall along with masons sisters snorts, as your mum pushed them out and shut the door.

"We just need to know-" You mum said gently.

"Mason forced me!" You blurted out, pointing to the boy in defence, tears welling in your eyes.

Mason turned his head to you with a pissed expression. "Y/N!" Mason said as he shrugged his shoulders, slumping back into the chair with crossed arms..

"Mason is this true? Have you forced y/n to do anything she doesn't want too?" Mason mum asked.

You mum covered her mouth as they both looked at you with worried expression.

"I- I no she said she would teach me how to kiss I didn't do anything I swear1" Mason pleaded to his mum as he stood up, he looked down at you giving you a dirty look.

"What the hell belle?!" Mason looked like you had just stabbed him in the back. He tightly crossed his arms and stomped up the stairs back to his room, slamming the door shut for an added effect.

You sat there for a moment, just listening to Debbies and your mums giggles in the kitchen. What the hell just happened?

You mother came over and sat down next to you at the table, a small smile on her face as she noticed your red cheeks. "Teach him how to kiss huh?" You mum smirked at you.

"He needed a mouth to practice on for daisy Renton! I didn't want too, he was going to be my slave for two weeks and he won't do it now because he's unfair like that and now-" You rambled on about mason to your mum, who just sat, trying to contain her wide smile.

You mum looked at Debbie and giggled, "I have a weird feeling you two might get married one day." You mum winked as she got up and walked back over to Debbie.

"Gross." You mumbled as you stood up and walked back around to your house that was next too Masons.

And that's how you and Mason got banned from having sleepovers...

Mason went a whole week not talking to you after that, well six days, the longest he had ever gone not speaking to you. But in them six days Mason was trying to shake the weird feeling you gave him in is stomach when you kissed him, weird, he thought.

Mason never went to the cinema with daisy that weekend.

Seven minuets in heaven: (Ages 14)

You and Mason were at some typical teenage party in cold and damps shed filled with fairy light. Someone had stolen their parents alcohol, so you were all sat sipping from the bottle of vodka that was being passed between the 6 of you, all wincing at the taste.

You were playing seven minuets in heaven and it was currently your turn to spin the bottle as you silently hoped it would land on harry smith, a boy you had been crushing on for a while. But to your luck it didn't, it landed on Mason. Mason who was silently thanking the dim light in the small shed that was currently covering his flushed crimson cheeks.

You stood up as you looked down at Mason who hadn't moved a muscle. "Come on then?"

3 minuet and 12 seconds in, you were both sat cross legged in the bathroom, your eyes glued on the timer in front of you, Masons eyes glued on you.

"You wanted it to land on Harry didn't you?" Mason mumbled to you.

"No."

"Then why did you just blush?"

"Shut up mowgli." You said as you crossed your arms.

"I have an idea?" Mason said with a smile.

"And what's that mase?" You questioned him with raised eyebrows.

"Lets make him jealous." Mason said with a smirk.

Kiss number 2:

Mason cupped your cheek just liked he had done the year before, as he started to lean in, slower this time, not squeezing his eyes as much as he tired to savour the moment.

He carefully attached his lips to your soft ones one again, placing his hands on the floor since he didn't know where to put them.

But all his worry disappeared when he felt the same feeling as last time, them all to familiar butterfly's swarming in his stomach, as he felt the feeling he had been craving for the last year.

There was a small ounce of tongue added by Mason who was trying to push his luck, but you didn't mind as you let his tongue slightly try explore your mouth.

The kiss to anyone else looked sloppy and wet, and probabaly unexperienced, but to the both of them, it felt magical.

When Mason pulled away the only thing left was both of your red cheeks, wide smiles and also a long line of saliva that was attached to both of your mouths.

You breathing was heavy as you averted your eyes anywhere around the room to avoid his. "At least you won't have a headache this time." Mason laughed, meaning the fact he had bashed your heads like bowling balls the last time he tried to kiss you.

Then you were interrupted just like before as the door was ripped open by none other than your friend Lauren, "Okay next is- Oh. My. God. You both defiantly kissed!"

"No we didn't." Mason blurted out.

"Shut up mason, the dribble on your chin says otherwise."

You giggled as watch him rub his chin with the sleeve of his jacket, before he looks up to smile at you.

After that you and Mason occasionally found yourselfs in situation where you might of kissed each other again, but you both thought it was better to not make moves, you were young, and you both managed to be thinking that other didn't feel the same.

Young love: (ages 15)

"Im not sure loz." You protested as you were sat in your friend Laurens room.

"Your in love!" she shouted at you, she was the number one fan of the y/n and mason fan club.

"Im 15, I don't know what love feels like!" You furred your brows at her.

"Of corse you can be in love at 15, its like, young love, it cute!"

You walked home that night, 9pm on a sunny Sumer night, Laurens words running through your mind as you thought about love. So instead of going home you texted Mason to sneak you into his house.

When you got to the front door mason let you in as you both creeped up the stairs.

"Are you staying over?" Mason questioned you, he was in his pjs as he moved to get a jumper out of his draw to lend you when he saw the goosebumps on your skin.

You stood with your arms crossed as you extend your hand to take the jumper, smiling softly at him and how well he knew you.

"Do you think we're to young to know what love feels like?" You asked him as you sat on the end of his bed.

"Why?" Mason knew the answer to your question, he was sure he had been in love with you for most of his life, but he wasn't going to tell you that.

"I don't know." You shrugged as you looked up at him.

His hair was messy as it usually was, short on the sides and long on the top, his Chelsea pj shirt was on, the ones you both have matching of as he just smiled at you. One of is typical warm mount smiles that managed to send your tummy swirling since the age of 9.

"Mase."

"Yeah?" Mason said as he lent forward, brushing your hair behind you ear.

"Are you going to kiss me again?" You whispered.

"What?" Masons eyes went wide as he tensed up.

"Would you ever- you know, would you do it again?" You started to stutter out of embarrassment.

"In a heart beat." Mason whispered back, noticing how you had gotten nervous at his reaction, if you were implying what he thought you were implying, Mason just took a chance, as he kissed you, for the third time, just like he had done last year, and the year before that.

But this time he had a hand laid on your waist as the other was cupping your cheek, you placed your hand on his shoulder as you let him slowly slip his tongue in, letting it swirl about and explore your mouth as you did the same, feeling your stomach explode, you always wanted to be kissing him. His lips felt like they were made for yours.

You both kissed until you ran out of air, pulling away for a second before Mason rested his forehead on yours.

"My favourite thing to do is kissing you." Mason said breathlessly onto your lips.

"More than football?" You giggled.

"More than anything." Mason smiled as he kissed you again, with the same amount of passion but with more force.

The experience of love: (age 16)

The boy to steal your first kiss at 13 to the boy who took your innoconcce at 16. After sharing small kisses from the ages of 15 you and Mason blossomed together as you both experienced young love though the other.

Mason made your first time just as special as you deserved, just like how you had imagined it in the books you read.

It was the night he had taken you to your prom, he heald your hand the whole time, wispering sweet things in your ear as he constatintly asked you if you were okay, calling you beautiful with every push. You both had the experience of being able to explore each others bodies together, becoming comfortable with eachother and then becoming comfotable in your own skin.

You felt loved. Mason made you feel loved.

Where'd all the time go?: (Ages 17)

You were completely and utterly in love, you spent your summers resting against the blossom tree behind your houses, Mason head laying in your lap as you read to him a book you had already read about 50 times. There was always a small daisy placed behind your ear by mason as he just hummed along as you continued to speak the words from the book, one hand tangled in his as he ate the carrot sticks you had bought along with you.

And when you weren't reading to him, you were sat with Debbie and Tony in the stands as you cheered him on while he played football. Mason loved you for that, that no matter what you would go to all his games, you would wear his shirt from the game before as you screamed louder the anyone else in the stands. He loved how you would give him bone crushing hugs after every match no matter the out come of the game, how you would always tell him how proud you were of him, how you would always tell him to follow his dreams.

Mason felt loved. You made him feel loved.

Only love can hurt like this: (Ages 18)

It all starred on some random Saturday morning, you was waiting in the stands for Mason after one for his typical matches at the Chelsea youth stadium.

After the match he had been beckoned from the sidelines by his coach as you watched him be introduced to a fancy man in a suit. Mason shaked his hand as you watched what was clear nerves consume him. You watched him fiddling with his fingers behind his back as he let out a rather unconfident laugh before shaking the mans hand once again to say goodbye.

You couldn't help but let your heart burst from how proud you were of him as you watched his face light up with a little twinkle in his eyes as he was walking over to you and his parents.

When Mason walked over to where you had been waiting for him his mum immediately ran up to him, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug, ruffling his hair with a wide smile on her face.

"So? What did he want?” asked Debbie as she stood almost anxious for her son to reply to her, she had that typical wide mount grin on her face, almost replicating the one plastered on her sons face.

“Me." Mason said shocked at his own words, as he blinked a few times.

"He wanted me mum, he offered me a years contract as a first team player, for a pro club!” he said, he was so in shock as he said it, he himself didn't even believe the own words coming out of his mouth.

“Oh my god Masey!” His mum didn't hesitate to smothered him with affection and another long loving hug. Even though he would often find his mums public show of affection rather embarrassing, this time he hugged her back, tighter than he usually would as tears started welled up in his eyes.

You held eye contact with him the whole time he was hugging his mum, happy for him, of corse. But knowing mason as well as you did you couldn't help but sense some sadness in your boyfriends eyes.

As he pulled away from his mum he stood back, fiddling with his hands again as he looked down at his shoes, ready to shut down all the congratulations.

“What’s up mate?” Asked his dad patting his back.

“He’s just shocked, thats all!” Debbie waved her hands in Tonys face as she rubbed Masons cheek.

“So where did you get offered too baby?” His mum was very teary but she had managed to suck them back, to avoid embarrassing him.

You peeped forward to speak up, noticing his quietness.

“So, where you off to Mr professional footballer baller?” You giggled looking at your boyfriend but masons eyes stayed stuck on the floor, not daring to look at your face.

You felt a pit form in your stomach at Mason silence, Mason hated silence, but then you watched him take a deep breath as he finally spoke up...

“Vittese.” he murmurs, he was still refusing to look at you, or his mum.

“Wheres that? Mase what’s the problem sweetie?” Said his mum asked softly, confused at Masons hostile attitude.

You knew then, why he was so silent.

“Oh Mason. This is erm, it's a good thing! It's an opportunity of a life time mate.” Said Masons dad at the realisation of the problem.

“Im not- I'm not following boys? Tony what are you on about? Mason? Mason Tony mount can you answer me!” said Debbie with clear frustration laced in her voice, she felt kept in the dark by everyone around her, not seeing the problem unfolding in front of them.

But there was no reply from anyone.

“Okay, so what, it's a shit team I suppose. Is that right? What’s the problem can someone explain to me please?” She was panicking now, looking back an forth from Mason, Tony and you...

You knew what this meant, but you stayed quiet.

“Vitesse.” Says Mason, almost like it was obvious.

She just looks at him, just as confused as before. "Well, where is that?” she questions him.

“Amsterdam, mum.”

Then he said it out loud, the realisation ranging in your chest, he was moving to Amsterdam.

Masons mum had then let the tears drop she’s had so desperately been trying to hold back.

“No. No way! You’re too young, you’re only eighteen Mason, like fuck im letting you go to Amsterdam." Said Debbie as she waved her hands in the air.

"Debbie.” says Tony, trying to clam her down.

She was rambling now, crying too. Masons dad telling her to calm down and explaining how great of an opportunity this is, and how well it’s going to benefit him in the future of his career.

But while all that was going on, all you could hear was muffled sounds as you broken all the noise around you out. Focusing on your childhood love who was so clearly trying to hide the pain behind his eyes. You both stood, quiet, almost as though you were speechless.

After that was a blur, the car ride home was silent as masons mum couldn't even think about the idea of he youngest son leaving the country at such a young age.

When you both walked in through the door into masons bedroom, you were still silent, you was going to try lighten the mood until Mason finally decided to speak up.

“Belle. We have to talk about this." Mason said quietly, but you couldn't find it in you to reply.

"I don't have to go." Mason mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What?” you stare at him almost angry and confused as you felt the anger bubble in your stomach.

Was he being serious right now?

“Mason, name me one reason why you shouldn’t go?” You scoffed at him.

Without a hesitation the boy replied “You.”

You were shocked at his words, you had both in the past had countless convocations about how you would hate for him to ever put you over his carer.

“Oh come on, Im not a good enough reason for you to not take this deal, Mason.” you laugh at him, sitting on the end of the bed as masons body towered over you.

“Yes, yes you are? And stop calling me Mason, I don’t like it.” Mason said like a hurt child.

“No, I’m not. Like your dad said, its a huge deal! It would be so beneficial for your career, and I will not be the reason why you don’t go far in life, mason.” You said as you crossed your arms, making a point.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mason said, shaking his face as he was extremely confused.

“I mean.” You take a deep breath, you turn to face him, staring right into them dark brown eyes you will always love. Both preparing for what you know is going to come out of your mouth, you just hated that you had to be the one to say it.

“If I’m your only reason not to go, then I won’t be here if you decide stay.” You simply say as you shrug your shoulders, looking down so you didn't have to see heartbroken face.

“What? I- what are you saying? You’re not breaking u-" Then the moment of realisation hit him.

Then it was silent.

"No. Stop it y/n, I’m not having this convocation, the season doesn’t start till next month ill figure something out-”

“Mason.” You interrupt his rambling.

“NO!” he shouts, the anger laced within his voice.

However you him to well, and you know that tone too, he’s covering up that he’s hurt and scared, and that shattered your heart as you knew what you needed to do.

“Mase. Please don’t make this difficult.” you’re gentle with your words, you didnt want to upset him, but you both needed to have this out.

A single tear flowed down your blotchy red cheek as you stand up to walk forward and stand across from him, you place your hand on Masons cheek, his eyes were just as red and puffy as yours as he was moving his head, avoiding your touch.

“This is what we are gonna do, okay?”

He shakes his head not wanting to hear what you have to say, not wanting the tears to spill from his eyes. He mumblers a few no’s he really dosent want to hear what you have to say.

“Your going to take that offer-”

“Y/n.”

“No mason listen to me, you’re taking that offer because-" You take a deep breath. "I won’t even be here, I’m not a good enough reason for you to stay, don’t be stupid."

"But- but you are! Why can't you see that, y/n please I love you." His voice cracking as he said them three words, and it completely shattered your heart.

“We will be fine-” you feel like a knife had been dragged down your chest.

“I love you.” he said it again.

You let out a long breath.

“Its a year, right? We will be fine, okay? Im going to university in London, you're be off kicking arse in Amsterdam getting all them goals and imagine the playing time your have. And I'm going to focus on university, and maybe ill start this YouTube thing we spoke about.”

You giggle a little thinking of the future, you just wanted to see him smile, but thinking of the future and not seeing you in it was like hell to Mason.

“And, if things work out, I’ll be here when you get back, Mase. I promise you, I'll still be here, I promise you okay, I'm not going anywhere.” You rest your forehead on his.

“Your breaking up with me arn't you?” His voice cracked again, and your heart cracked again at the sound.

“Mase.”

“Why can’t we just long distance it?”

“What if you like it there? What if you want to stay longer than a year?” you said gently.

Theres that silence that fills the room again.

"I don't know if I can do it without you." Mason sniffles.

"Me too." You say to him, letting him know your be in just as much pain without him too, you then bump your nose against his.

“Promise you wait for me?”

“I promise I will mase.”

From strangers to friends into lovers and strangers again:

Then you were standing outside terminal 3, watching as he holds onto his suitcases.

He was hugging all his family and friends that were at the airport to see him off. You were just stood at the side with your mum and dad and siblings as they all wished him good luck, and you waited for your turn knowing you was going to be last.

When Mason gets to you he just embraces you in a long tight loving hug, the sight of you both making his mum cry, and even dec let a small tear fall, as he tried to cover it up.

But you had just let the tears fall, as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder, soaking up the last of the feeling of him you will have.

When you pull back and look at each others glossy eyes as he leans forward and gently kisses your forehead you squeeze your eyes shut last the feeling of the last kiss you will both share, loving the feeling of his soft lips on your skin.

Mason pulled away first, as much as he hated too. He hated seeing you cry, and to know he was the one causing you this pain hurt him. He was refusing to look in your eyes so instead he looked at the small bag in his left hand.

"Ive got a bag of my favourite hoodies for you to wear while im gone." Mason sniffles, as he bumps your shoulder, forcing a smile.

You slowly grab the bag from him a smile appearing on your lips as you see your favourite hoodie of Masons folded on the top, and a small Chelsea magnet you had gotten him when you were about 7.

“Theres some other stuff too, just so you dont ever forget me." Mason shrugs, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

You just sniffle and rub a tear that had rolled down your cheek. You look back up at Mason with a grateful smile. “Thanks Mowagli.”

“Your going to miss your flight Mason.” Masons dad called out to him, hated to interrupt your moment together.

He now finally looks down at you through his eyelashes as he makes eye contact with you, you notice the glossiness in his eyes, and the pain behind it.

“Don’t forget me when you're some big time famous singer, yeah?”

“If yon’t forget me when your some big time professional footballer known for scoring all the goals.” He giggles at your comment, and how you were always so sure in him.

"I could never for get you, belle." Your heart stiffened a the nickname.

“Right then." Mason pulled back standing up straight and sniffling back his tears.

"Ill see you the I get back." Mason smiles at you.

"See you when you get back."

You were trying so hard to hold back your tears, but as you watched the back of the love of your life walk away from you when you weren't done loving him yet.

You couldn't even focus on the excessive amount of tears rolling down you cheeks in front of everyone you knew.

You cared more about Mason, how lonely he would be in a strange country on his own. How empty you would feel not being able to just call him up and complain about your day, who were you going to go to when you needed a hug.

You had always had each other, since the age of 3. Mason was all you knew, he was your home and you were his..

But now all you saw in the future was complete and utter loneliness for the both of you.

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pinkoushi · 4 years ago

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all dressed up

MINORS DNI

summary: due to a promise, your boyfriend Atsumu had agreed to get styled by you. turns out that he looks delicious in more feminine clothes

characters: atsumu x female!reader

warnings/contains: atsumu in more feminine clothes (skirt, crop top, fishnet stockings, a little makeup), dom!female reader, atsumu gets loud and whiney

word count: 1.1k

A/N: shout out to the love club server for helping me decide on the theme for this one <3 also! i call this more feminine clothing, but clothes have no gender!!

sub!haikyuu boys masterlist

“I’m not coming out.” Atsumu’s voice rang from the bathroom, muffled by the door. You could hear his awkward shuffling in there, the occasional grunt and curse escaping through the door.

“come on, you promised!” you were practically vibrating on the bed, excitedly playing with your fingers and bouncing your legs. “you can take it off right away if you want to, but you promised to let me dress you!”

You could hear him sigh behind the door, a mutter of him saying fine, and then the door opened. You nearly passed out. The black skirt was short, flowy material hanging deliciously over his muscular thighs clad in fishnet stockings. The deep purple crop top complimented his skin, laying tightly against his pecs and cutting off to show off the sliver of abs between the top and skirt. Making him sit down and put eyeliner on him was a good choice, the glittery eyeshadow as well, bringing attention to his beautiful eyes. Matte black nail polish already covering his nails. You shifted on the bed, arousal already pooling in your underwear.

“you wanna tell me why there’s no crotch on these?” he asked, picking at the stockings and glaring at you.

“mmh no reason~” you smirked, “give me a twirl, yeah?”

Atsumu sighed, cursing at himself for making this promise. But he twirled around, the skirt flying up a little, his soft cock peeking out. You hummed, standing up and walking over to him, placing your hands on his chest.

“so pretty” you whispered, hands moving down to his bare waist. For a second, you thought you saw your boyfriend blushing before he turned around, moving back to the bathroom. “wait! Hold on, come here…” you grabbed his wrist and turned him around, gasping when you saw his burning red face.

“stoooop” he whined, trying to move away from your hands now cupping his cheeks. Your nearly 6’2, professional volleyball player boyfriend was blushing. He wiggled, pouting and avoiding your eyes, huffing in frustration and blushing harder at how intensely you were looking at him. “’s embarrassing”

“but you look so cute, I don’t think I’ve seen you blush before!” you giggled, cooing softly when he once again tried to break free from your hands. “you’re so handsome baby, so pretty all dressed up for me” the deep blush on his face only grew darker, something poking your lower stomach. You look down, smirking when you notice the front of the skirt being lifted. Looking up again, you raise one of your eyebrows, the smirk plastered on your face.

“shut up” his voice was small, whimpering and shying away, hunching his shoulders to make himself smaller. Your prying hands moved down, wrapping your fingers around his thick cock and stroking him over the fabric of the skirt. Mewls and moans passed from his slightly parted lips, his shoulders shaking. You moved your hand off him, grabbing his wrist and bringing him to the bed, sitting him down. The skirt just barely covered his cock, a slight wet spot forming on the fabric from his pre-cum.

Straddling his lap, you stroked him some more over the skirt, staring down at the way it moved. His cock twitched under your touch, gasps and pleads spilling out of him, his hands holding your waist tightly. Atsumu still had his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. The blush was growing, slowly moving down his neck towards his chest. Your lips met the burning skin, sucking hard marks on his neck.

“o-oh! Ah- please!” you never realized just how vocal your boyfriend could be in bed, but riding him like this, with him wearing such pretty clothes, you’re taking notice. He’s barely keeping it together, it felt so filthy. The skirt was barely flipped up, exposing his hard and leaking cock. Hickeys littered his neck, sweat dripping from his body and the pressure from your hands on his chest was nearly enough for him to pass out. It was dizzying, your slick walls enveloping his cock in warmth and friction, he was a mess. Babbling noises of appreciation and pleasure poured from his mouth, squealing when you clenched around him. “fuck, I- please!”

“please what?” you grinned, sweat running down your face from the strain of bouncing on him. You could see the way his eyes had glossed over, rolling back in his head as another loud groan left him. It was addicting, the eyeliner smudged from his tears and the way he kept bringing his hands and arms over his face. You always pulled them off, demanding to see his face when he falls apart under you. Asking him a question in this state was probably cruel, knowing from experience how hard it can be to find the words when your brain is turned into mush from the pleasure. However, it was something he always did to you, so it was time for payback.

“I-! shit, fuck! Cum! Gotta- please!” he babbled out, a string of loose words being thrown out, some distant part in his brain hoping that you understand what he was trying to say.

“hm? Pretty boy wanna cum? Beg some more, then you can cum.” He nearly screamed at your words, stumbling over his own trying to get out as much begging as possible.

“please! Pleasepleaseplease fuck, I- fuck, please! Please, please let me cum, please let me fill- fill your pussy with, fuck, with my cum! Pleaseee!” his body was shaking, stomach tensing desperately and his cock twitching deep inside you. You only hummed out in approval, and he lost it. His hands flew up to his hair, tugging on it and moaning loudly. His body curled up, nearly knocking you off his cock with the force of his knees hitting your back. You could feel him spilling inside, stomach filling deliciously with the warm, heavy feeling of his cum.

Atsumu was still shaking when you moved off his lap. Breathy gasps passed from his parted lips, hands reaching out to pull you to his chest. He whined when your weight landed on him, a choked sob leaving him and his hands clawed at your back, wanting you impossibly closer.

“you okay?” you smirked, kissing his clothed chest.

“I- ah, I’m… I’m…” he was still dizzy, head spinning and his words escaping him. You fucked my brains out echoed in his head, in some distant part that he couldn’t reach. He managed to nod, at least he thinks he did because he could feel you sigh happily against his chest, laying you head down softly.

#miya atsumu #atsumu.babes #horn.knee #horn.knee.atsumu #nsfw.tag #x.f!reader #sub!hq.series #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #atsumu x reader

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rayofsunas · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living.

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye-

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

Kuroo Tetsurou

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen)

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t”

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#semi eita #semi eita x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutarou x reader #rayofsunas

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mountainsluna · 4 years ago

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babysitting

pairing: San x Reader

genre: fluff

word count: 980

✩ [author’s note] my sweet baby boy, i’ve finally written a fluff for him, there’s so much smut i have planned i needed a soft moment really quick! i hope you all enjoy :)

✩ masterlist

✩ requests : check bio or masterlist ♡

“I know I promised we’d go out tonight but I can’t just leave my friend hanging, I am so sorry.” You apologized into the phone to your boyfriend San. You two had planned to go out that night but your best friend came begging you at the last minute to babysit her younger sister Ava, while she worked a late shift at work. “It’ll only be for a few hours tonight I promise just pleaseee!!!" Knowing you would never forgive yourself if you declined you agreed to babysit, now here you were canceling your plans for the night.

"Don’t worry baby! It’s no big deal really.” You could practically feel San’s reassuring smile through the phone. “But…I am a little disappointed I won’t be able to see you.”

You instantly started to pout, “How can I make it up to you then? I don’t want you to be sad all night.”

“Hmm…maybe you could.. Let me help you! You know, with babysitting!”

You were shocked at his sudden request. Your first thought was to say no but then again, it would be cute to see how San acted around kids. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea...

“So can I?? Please Baby! Pretty pl-”

“Okay okay!” you said, interrupting his begging. “You can help!”

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It was close to 8:30 when San showed up to assist you with your babysitting duties. In less than an hour of his arrival, Ava had grown very fond of him. They had already gone through a countless number of piggyback rides and tea parties with her stuffed animals.

You on the other hand took it upon yourself to make a few sandwiches for you three while also keeping an eye on the (what felt like two) children you were now looking after. Every time you looked up from your preparations, you couldn’t help but adore how happy San looked around children, and how happy he made them. Ava had been filled with giggles since the moment San had gotten there. There was silence for a few minutes as you finished the sandwiches.

“Ava, San! You guys should come eat!” you waited a few moments but got no reply. When you walked into the living room, you were faced with a huge fort in the middle of the room made of heaven knows how many blankets and pillows, even the cushions from the sofa had been put to use. You smiled at the sight, and just as you were about to turn back around San and Ava jumped out of the fort screaming loudly, an abundance of pillows flying everywhere.

You immediately jumped at their surprise, you picked up a pillow and started hitting San playfully. Before you knew it, all three of you were in an all out pillow fight though still being careful not to hurt the child. Once everyone had calmed down and all of you had eaten, it was time to put Ava to bed. You left San in the living room while you laid with Ava in her room.

“Y/n…are you going to marry that guy out there?” Your eyes widened at the question she presented you with and you had absolutely no idea how to respond.

“Well…maybe one day... I’m not sure about that yet.”

“He’s really funny! And his hair bounces when he runs and his face is really soft oooh! and his teeth are really white when he smiles I want my teeth that white when I smile!”

“You’re already beautiful when you smile Ava.” You reassured her. The longer you listened to her talk the more you began to realize you would never get her to sleep at this rate. “How about I read you a story? Will that make you sleepy?”

“What if you and Sannie read me a story?” You giggled at the cute name she called your boyfriend and got up to retrieve San from the living room. You were both laying on either side of Ava, squished together on her small twin sized bed. Around the ending of yours and San’s story about a sweet princess that had fallen in love with a handsome prince from another land you noticed her slowly dozing off and within minutes, she was fast asleep. You looked up at San to see he was already staring back at you, head propped up with his elbow resting on a pillow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked quietly, curious about the smile he had on his face.

“No reason.” Seeing your eyebrows raise at his answer he flashed the cutest eye smile at you.

You figured it was time to leave Ava to her slumber so you and San settled yourselves in the living room, you cuddling into his side, his arm around your shoulder. “You know I never knew you were that good with kids Sannie,” you stated, wrapping your arms around his torso.

A soft smile formed on his face as he looked down at you, “Maybe one day I can be this good with our kids.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and you picked up your head to look at his face, waiting for him to laugh or joke it off but by the look in his eyes you knew he was serious. It made your cheeks flush a deep red as you looked back down, unsure of how to respond. Images of you and San running around with mini versions of yourselves gave you butterflies in your stomach. “Th-that would be amazing..” you responded softly under your breath.

You squeezed San even tighter until you felt his hand cup your chin and bring your face up just enough to leave one of the most loving kisses he had ever given you, right on your lips. It was the kind of kiss you would never forget.

#i'm so sOFT #ateez #atiny #ateez fluff #san #choi san #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #wooyoung #mingi #jongho

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

🎉🎊 Special Birthday Outtake Part One 🎊🎉

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A/N: HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY to our mountain man! Everyone keeps saying how underrated the man is, well NOT ON THIS BLOG, NO MA’AM! WE CELEBRATE KINGS OVER HERE.

I tried to get to everyones prompts for this special collection so let’s go!! (There are two parts, but this can be read as a STAND ALONE fic).

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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August 1st

One sunny summer day, you and your new boyfriend Aone were sitting on a patio having sushi for lunch in downtown Tokyo.

You scooted your chair closer to his and rested your head on your wrist, looking up at him quizzically.

Aone who was in the middle of chewing, slowed down as his heart picked up. The prettiest girl in the world was staring at him, and he knew you well enough to know that that look meant you were up to something. He swallowed hard and took a sip of his water.

“Yes? What is it?” He asked finally.

“Oh, just thinking about the fact that I don’t know when your birthday is.”

Aone tried not to roll his eyes. “Y/N....”

“Don’t Y/N me, Takanobu.”

Aone really did roll his eyes then. He didn’t know why you needed to know when his birthday was. He didn’t really like celebrating it because he isn’t a flashy guy, meaning only Kenji and now Kogenagawa would just go to the movies or something. His parents were divorced so he’d usually do something small twice with both or them too. His parents would usually gift him with a lot of money towards carpenter school so he was never in need of anything. Sure, in first and second year when Aone blew out his candles all he wished for was that you could maybe notice him, but look at him now. He didn’t want you to get him anything and stress when the best gift he’d ever and could ever receive is you being his.

brb crying

Aone shook his head. “I do not want to tell you. I feel like you’re going to do something extravagant.”

True. You pouted anyway.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to! We’re dating. You have to tell me. If you do, I’ll tell you mine.”

Aone flushed internally because you saying such a thing reminded him that he had to have that talk with you soon about the fact that he knew when your birthday was before you knew his name. Not only that, but tell you that he actually gifted you a cupcake last year on it, and wanted to gift you more than that. (but that’s for another outtake time).

“I’ll tell you on a later date then.” He tried reasoning fairly, but alas his spunky girlfriend was having none of that.

“No! You’re going to tell me now. You can’t deprive me of this, Aone,”

Aone continued to eat, picking up your favourite roll with his chopsticks and directing it towards your mouth for you to eat.

You frowned, crossing your arms.

You stared at your gorgeous white haired beauty of a man as he continued eating—your mind trying to figure out how you’d get the information out of him..... soon you got distracted because You were thinking about how sexy he looked in aviator sunglasses with the sun glowing his slightly tanned skin when suddenly, it hit you.

💡

How could you forget?! As you’re thinking about how sexy your boyfriend is and he’s trying not to look at you— you forgot that your boyfriend also finds you sexy, but unfortunately for most boys who have been crushing on a girl for years, the manner in which Aone found you sexy kind of made him literal putty for you.

😈

You decided to pull out the medium guns, taking a strand of your hair in your finger to twirl it.

“Pleaseee, baby?” You asked in your cutesy voice. You place a delicate hand on your boyfriend’s knee and fluttered your long eyelashes at him before he even looked at you.

Feeling your hand on his knee made his heart race like any time you touched him, so he turned to you. When his eyes met yours this poor baby dropped the sushi roll he was about to put in his mouth on his plate. One look at your begging-expression and this simp couldn’t even hold out for another second.

“August.” He admitted quickly, awestruck. You were just so hot.

You gasp. “THAT’S THIS MONTH, AONE! YOU WERE GOING TO LET ME MISS IT!” You growled. “Now tell me the day.”

Takanobu looked away, refusing to look at you as an act of defence, in case you used that sexy hair-twirling trump card again.

“No, Y/N.”

You smiled and decided not to twirl your hair but this time take advantage of the fact that he wasn’t looking at you. You leaned in closer to your boyfriend.

“Pretty please, my love?” You sing sweetly. Aone tried his best to keep it together because lord knows he was pre-programmed to give you anything you wanted, and he was actually doing a good job since he wasn’t looking at you.

“No.”

You leaned in immediately, pressing your soft lips to his cheek, pressing them into his stubble in a way that meant maybe this wasn’t just an innocent kiss. This was a kiss could either mean let’s hold hands or let’s fuck, and Aone knew it.

Like usual with your longer kisses, all the blood rushed from mountain man’s brain to his groin.

“13th.” He said almost automatically, no longer using the head above his shoulders but the one he wanted to stick inside your dripping cunt. “August 13th.” He clarified, wanting to please you by telling you, but also wanting to please you in more ways than one.

You jumped out of seduction-mode and squealed, pulling back and clapping.

“Yay! Thank you, baby!”

Aone’s heart soared at you calling him pet names. He remembers the jealous stares he always gets from other men and guys at school whenever you called him that, and it made him feel even better upon hearing it.

When Aone realized he’d been powerless to you using your sexiness to get what you wanted from him for the 5th time this week (second time today) he sighed.

“I do not like birthdays, Y/N. Just so you know.” he explains softly, praying that you won’t go all out.

You scooted your chair even closer to your boyfriend. Leaning in to tell him something in his ear. Knowing your bf wouldn’t admit to how much he loved when you did that—you whispered seductively,

“Oh, Aone, I promise you’ll love birthdays after I’m finished with yours....”

you made sure your lips grazed his ear the tiniest bit and that your voice was dripping with sex again.

Fuck, Aone hated that you knew what you did to him. With a blush, Takanobu reached out to grab a napkin quickly......... wiping the evidence of his nosebleed.

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August 7th - Day 2 out of 7 - Jealous Mountain Man @ The Miyagi Prefecture Summer Training Camp Hosted by Date Tech | Also Date Tech Cheer Team Training Clinic

You and your boyfriend Aone were ecstatic to be at training camp together!

Even though you barely got to see eachother because the cheerleaders were training outside and the volleyball players were in the gym, you had lunch together which meant you could run to your boyfriend and kiss him when you got to see him in the caf excitedly.

However, the boys’ volleyball coaches strictly prohibited any fraternizing outside of lunch time because the boys were always a bit too distracted by the hot cheerleaders.

That type of limitation just made you that much more jumpy to see your man—who was on cloud nine every time you gave him attention. He pointed you out to his friends from other schools like Hinata and Kyotani who were very nice to you (well as nice as mad dog gets).

“That cheerleader.....is your............. girlfriend.......?” Kageyama asked as his eyes followed you into the cafeteria. Let’s just say a lot of volleyball players eyes were following you.

Aone nodded. “Yes. I understand it’s hard to believe. I catch myself not believing it either, most days.” He spoke proudly, unknowingly straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest. He was so proud to finally be able to call you his. He knew you were way out of his league and it just made his entire day when he was reminded that you chose him.

From where you were standing by the doors, you searched the full lunch tables and spotted your mountain man. You got on your tippy toes and waved at him, blowing him a kiss.

“She’s really good looking.” Kags finished, nodding at Aone with a slight blush.

Aone nodded back while returning your curt wave. “Extremely.” Your boyfriend added, getting excited because you’d soon come over to say hi like you always did at lunch.

“Yeah that’s Y/N! I met her yesterday, she’s really nice. She is like a 10/10 on the pretty scale and even her friends are pretty! Is the stunning taller one—the captain I think—that’s your girlfriend, right Futakuchi?”

Sitting beside Aone and across from the quick attack duo, Futakuchi choked on his food, coughing. Aone patted his back while trying to hide a smile.

“Not my girlfriend.”

Kags looked confused. “Really? She sure acts like it—“

“I said not my girlfriend.” He repeated, making them drop the subject.

Aone stopped patting Futakuchi’s back because he seemed healthy enough, but also because he saw you approaching some guy at the Wakutani South High’s table. Aone felt something weird in the pit of his stomach as he watched you chat enthusiastically to the one player from that school. Aone knew him as Takeru.

Aone’s heart sunk because you never spoke to strangers that happily, you barely noticed them.

“Y/N-chan knows Takeru Nakashima?” Hinata asked innocently, stuffing his face with food & watching you. Kenji and Kags looked over too.

Aone felt himself stop breathing when you leaned in to whisper in the captain’s ear, causing Nakashima to turn red all over.

Aone wanted to throw up.

“I wasn’t aware.” Mountain man responded, his shoulders stiff.

Now, Mountain Man trusted you, yes, that much is true. He could practically read you like a book. But he absolutely hated the way Takeru’s eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when you approached, talking only to him as if you were on some sort of secret mission.

Sure, all the guys at this tournament checked all of the cheerleaders out—asking out Katana and Kusa almost 4 times a day—but Kenji made it pretty clear to everyone he spoke with to spread the word that Y/N is taken, so Takeru definitely knew.

Kenji has been through too much with y’all already lmao

That didn’t stop Takeru from admiring you though. And being absolutely flabbergasted that you randomly wanted to speak to him, of all people, today.

As he watched from so far away, Aone was reminded of how much he hated the feeling he got when seeing you happily give another guy who’s clearly interested in you your attention. It was a familiar feeling that he’d felt when you were seeing that baseball player last year, but the feeling was justly multiplied now, since Aone did have some level of claim on you now. He wasn’t just wishing he had a right to be jealous like he did back then—You were his girlfriend now. The best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Maybe they know eachother from somewhere,” Kenji lightly elbowed his best friend on the arm. “You should ask her.”

“Hm.” Aone grunted, crawling back into his minimal communication shell that he always went in when he was hurt.

Kenji was concerned because Aone hadn’t gone back to that since that night at the bowling alley.

Still watching you, Aone saw you lean in to hug Takeru and then skip over to his table. To him.

“Hi baby!” You exclaim, happier than usual. Aone couldn’t help but frown because were you happier because you spoke to that other guy? Did Takeru increase your happiness?

“Hi,” said Aone kindly, opening his arms for a hug. If Takeru got one, then bby mountain man wanted one—too.

childish jealous bby. I luv

You walked straight into your boyfriend’s perfect embrace as you stood and he remained seated. You felt him hug you tighter than usual, pressing his ear to your chest and running a caring hand up and down your back with his big beefy hands. This wasn’t the usual hug he gave you in public at all, it was more like how he hugged you when you two were cuddling and watching a movie at his house.

Muddled, you raised your eyebrow at Kenji for a silent explanation and Kenji just shrugged, not willing to tell on his friend for being jealous. After 10 seconds, Aone still wouldn’t let you go, closing his eyes while he relished in the feel and angelic smell of you so close to him.

“Uhhh.......you okay, sweetie?” You asked him, raising your hands to gently play with the hair on the back of his head. Aone nodded into your chest again—too jealous to realize that his head was pressing on your pillowy tits that he drools over.

A lot of boys were very jealousssss seeing you two, wishing they were Aone right about now.

“Do you know him?” Aone asked, his eyes still closed as he felt like sleeping on your booby pillows.

“Who?” You asked, lost as usual.

Kenji groaned. “Who do you think? Nakashima. Do you know him?”

“Ohhhhh!” You laughed. “No. I just met him right now. I wanted to uh....say hi.”

Aone’s frown deepened. He had no issue when you always spoke to your male friends at school, but even so, they always sought you out friendly. You basically never went up to anyone but the cheerleaders. Takeru is getting special treatment.... because Why didn’t you want to do that to him during the two years he day dreamed about you? - pondered mountain man.

“Want to go on a walk with me, Aone baby?” You asked Aone, not clueing in that he felt any type of way at all. “Some of the girls are getting ice cream just up the road. I want you to come.”

Aone nodded quickly, but he didn’t make any motion to leave this comfortable boob-hug yet.

“You just gonna hug me until Katana is ready to go?” You giggled.

Baby nodded.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile, continuing to run your hand through his short hair soothingly the way he likes. You just begin chatting to Hinata.

Aone felt reassured by your loving actions in front of the whole camp, but unfortunately..... that reassurance was short lived.

***

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August 9th - Day 4 out of 7 of Training Camp

Throughout the camp, Aone watched everyday as you made what you did the other day a routine. You’d come into the caf with the other pretty cheerleaders, looking the prettiest, wave at your boyfriend, walk over to talk to Takeru Nakashima: sometimes bringing him out in the hall for something, then come back to kiss and greet your wonderful boyfriend.

Kenji, Kogenagawa, and especially Aone didn’t fucking like it.

“Want me to teach Takeru a lesson about boundaries?” Kogenagawa asked Aone at lunch a couple days later, cracking his knuckles like he would actually do something (he’d be too scared looool). Aone shook his head firmly. “No,” he answered, feeling hurt watching you smile brightly at something Nakashima said.

Kenji said his piece, “It’s Y/N that keeps approaching him, big boned setter. It’s not like Takeru really does it back, plus, I reminded him that that’s my best friend’s girl during outside hitter drills yesterday. He was really understanding, he seems like a really good kid.”

Kogenagawa nodded. “Great. I definitely don’t think Y/N is doing it on purpose though, she used to be way more flirty with that baseball guy or with Aone-senpai—but I just wish Takeru didn’t always look like Christmas came early whenever Y/N comes around.”

Kenji nodded. “That’s true. I may not know why Y/N wants to talk to him so badly, but I definitely know that Takeru is loving every second of it. He wouldn’t do anything because I’ve learned he’s a pretty stand-up guy, but man..... no offence Aone but Y/N needs to understand how fuck-hot she is. And that some guys will like her enthusiastic cheerleader personality a bit too much.”

Aone’s heart dropped as he listened to his honest friends. “I do not blame Nakashima....” Aone started, feeling his blood start to boil a bit because Takeru couldn’t help but stare at your fine ass in tight practice shorts when you walked away from him and toward Aone. Aone growled deep within his chest territorially.

As if he heard the growl but more likely probably just feeling menacing eyes on him, Takeru’s eyes flicked to Aone’s. Startled by how angry and scary Aone looked because he caught Nakashima staring at his girlfriend, Nakashima quickly diverted his eyes. Looking anywhere else but at Y/N for the duration of the day.

“I don’t blame Nakashima...” Aone continued his thought. “....I had and still have the same feelings for Y/N as she is very desirable. And besides, surely I don’t blame Y/N either. It’s not her fault she is attractive. A man’s actions toward an attractive woman is NEVER the woman’s fault. (A/N: KING!) And she is only talking to him, I shouldn’t be so envious.”

Kogenagawa nodded again. “That’s the spirit, Aone-senpai.”

“Easier said than done,” Kenji muttered before taking some gulps of his sports drink, knowing his best friend better than anyone else.

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August 11th - Day 6 out of 7 of Training Camp

As previously mentioned, your boyfriend trusted you, but he also knew that you were absolutely lost when it came to knowing when a guy has a crush on you (how in the world do you know that Aone? Hahahaha) and it was pretty damn obvious that Takeru Nakashima was falling fast and hard. Pissed and annoyed, Aone watched you go chat with him day after day and then come over like nothing happened. It was obvious you didn’t like the kid in a romantic way, but Aone still wanted to know why you wanted to talk to him so much and why you even gave him the time of the day that Aone so desperately wanted from you before you noticed him. Maybe he was a little bitter and a lot jealous of Takeru’s ability to get your attention.

Takanobu wanted all your attention on him. Without knowing it, this big baby slowly got more and more clingy and pouty to his beautiful girlfriend.

When he was walking down a hall with you and Takeru happened to turn down the same hall with his team, Aone would pull you in close to his side and basically shield you from his view.

When you two would say bye after lunch and Aone noticed Nakashima was watching, he’d lean down to kiss you maybe a bit more passionately than usual (not that you were complaining, your boyfriend’s passionate kisses made your knees weak)....

Aone even somehow convinced you to wear his Date Tech jacket during lunch, because according to Aone the air conditioning was way too cold for the tiny practice outfit the cheerleaders had to wear, and he didn’t want you get sick.

bullshit, Aone😒 lol

But again, you weren’t complaining! You loved the smell of your boyfriend and having the feeling of his arms being around you because you were wearing his gigantic sweater just made you the happiest cheerleader ever!

But, unfortunately.... Even with all of that—just as Kenji predicted—that didn’t really keep Aone’s jealously under wraps:

Currently, you two were sitting beside eachother on a bench waiting for Kenji and Kanji to finish talking to the coach so you all could walk home together since you were going to your boyfriend’s. Everything was good as you two spoke and enjoyed each other’s company. Then, this boy just had to ruin a great moment.

Seeing Takeru approach; his shy eyes stuck on his girlfriend, Aone didn’t hesitate to put his arms around you and pull you on his lap with ease. His horny side didn’t even freak out that your ass was on his dick.....much. He was too focused on shooting daggers at your approaching admirer that you seemed to like very much.

Hesitating because he picked up on Aone’s protective message, Takeru flushed in fear before finding the guts to walk up to you anyway. Mountain man was not impressed.

Takeru stared only at you nervously. Good choice.

“Hey uh........Y/N. can I uh.....a-ask you something....?”

Furious that anyone would try it with him right there, mountain man poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

You moved to get off of your boyfriends lap, about to answer with an exuberant ‘sure!’ but that was until your boyfriend’s strong arms held you on his lap and he answered Takeru for you.

“You may ask US something.” He corrected Takeru, venom evident throughout his tone.

Your jaw dropped, turning back to who you thought was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met incredulously.

“Babe! That is so not nice!” You scolded.

Aone looked down at you, immediately cowering under your gaze because you looked disappointed in him. He never wanted you to be disappointed in him! Mountain man released his tight grip on you and apologized sincerely under his breath.

Still a bit unhappy with him, you just got off his lap to walk away with Takeru.

Aone sighed.

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August 12th - Final Day of Training Camp

“Hello, Nakashima-senpai. Do you mind if I speak to you for a second before you get on your bus?” Aone bowed politely to the upperclassmen.

Taken aback by the giant middle blocker’s new kind behaviour toward him, Nakashima nodded, a bit frightened.

Aone pointed toward the empty bench that he was sitting on yesterday with Y/N when he’d been so rude to Takeru.

Takeru nodded and called over his shoulder for the team to keep packing up the bus, he would just be a few minutes. Takeru followed the mountain man.

“Uh.....you’re not going to beat me up, um, a-are you?” Takeru asked while using one hand to awkwardly massage the back of his neck.

Aone shook his head stoically, taking a seat on the bench then inviting Takeru to join him. He did.

“Y/N does not know I am doing this, so I want you to know this is completely genuine.” Aone turned to face the 5’8 captain. “I’m very sorry for the way I have acted toward you this entire training camp, Nakashima-senpai.”

Takeru nodded slowly.....

Aone continued. “I was admittedly jealous of the fact that my girlfriend noticed you so easily and always wanted to talk to you....especially since I’d wanted her to notice me in such a way for years and she never did.” Aone sighed. “It made me feel insecure. But that is no excuse. Kenji-san says that you respected our relationship all along, and um, my behaviour yesterday was undeniably unacceptable and for that I am sorry!” Aone stuck out his hand as emotions caused his voice to raise at the end of his apology.

Takanobu chuckled, shaking the big guy’s hand. “Hey, no worries, I accept your apology, Takanobu-san. Don’t worry about it. For what it’s worth I don’t know how you do it—what with having such a gorgeous girlfriend and dealing with guys like me who develop pathetic, spineless, hopeless crushes on her.....”

Aone’s eyebrows furrowed at the outside hitter’s confession.

Takeru gasped when he realized what he said, red as a tomato. He rushed to explain.

“S-sorry! N-not that I would ever act on those f-feelings!” He tripped over his words, but Aone was calm. Again, he couldn’t blame another man for falling for someone as incredible as you—he did. Takeru relaxed when he realized the middle blocker wasn’t going to break him in two.

“Aone, I mean it when I say it’s a hopeless crush because that girl.....Y/N.....she’s really in love with you. You’re all the she talks about, to be honest. And trust me, she didn’t ‘notice’ me out of no where..........um.........well I’ve said too much already.”

Aone stopped listening after hearing someone else say that Y/N is in love with him... he couldn’t believe other people could tell, solidifying to him that this wasn’t a dream anymore, and that you were his for keeps. It made him so confident.

Takeru cleared his throat which brought Aone back down to the present and out of Y/N-dreamland. Takeru was being called to the bus by his coach.

“Looks like I have to go, but......I just want to s-say that..........Y/N is a really good girl, Aone. You are the luckiest guy I know to have a girlfriend like her, and I’m not just talking about her looks. She really loves you, like a lot, and I hope you two last, because she deserves to be as happy as you make her forever. I don’t blame you at all for acting the way you did. I think I’d do worse. Thank you for the apology, though.........YES COACH IM COMING.....gotta jet. I wont be playing this year but I’ll see you from the audience. Good luck!” With some walking backwards and talking, Takeru waved to Aone and then jogged to his bus.

Feeling relieved, Aone packed up and went home.

***

Later that night after his night time routine, mountain man texted you before bed. You hadn’t spoken to him all day for the rude behaviour he exhibited yesterday (or for some other reason wink wink) and it made your boyfriend just give you your space anxiously. But he couldn’t go to sleep before letting you know how sorry he was:

Aone: I miss you. I’m extremely sorry about yesterday. That wasn’t like me. I hope you have a perfect sleep

You: 💖💖💖 Takeru said you apologized???????

I forgive you baby 💘🏔

I hope you have a perfect sleep & a perfect wake 2 🤫😉

Not really understanding what your last part of the text meant but too tired from training camp to figure it out, Aone closed his eyes and drifted off into romantic and sexy dreams starring his unbelievably gorgeous girlfriend.

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chaeryybomb · 5 years ago

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stray kids as anime boys: bang chan [part 1] [part 2]

✎ᝰ┆bang chan as the sports captain

(feat. stray kids && some of the 97liners)

listen

this is the only role I am 100% convince chan will be in an anime

u can't change my mind ᕦ(ò_ó)ᕤ

S O let's get into it

what sports captain is he??

the question should be what sports captain is he not

d-does that make sense?? HDHS U GET WHAT I MEAN

look chan is build™ with muscles (and brains) he's gonna use those muscles

for s p o r t s

"chan u can't join all the sports club"

“watch me felix”

ya boi tried out for every sports club available in school and he got into to every one of them

THANKFULLY felix made him reject some(most) of them bc chan already doesn't sleep enough

everyone say thank u felix

so chan is in the volleyball and basketball club

and he's the volleyball captain!!!

chan is the secret weapon lemme tell u that

his spikes?? they can BREAK A WALL

so if u see chan practicing spikes pls be careful

avoid him

avoid the gym in general

unless ur asking for a concussion SKSKS

no joke there's a dent in one of the gym's wall bc he spiked too hard

his excuse was "bambam ur supposed to block it!"

"I WAS TRYING NOT TO DIE CHRISTOPHER!!!"

so how does that apply to u dear reader

well, ur not a huge sports fan

u rather stay at home and watch netflix than go under that cursed fireball u call a sun

but yk who is a huge sports fan???

ur best friends chaeyeon and lisa!

well technically bc chaeyeon is dating jaehyun who's also on the volleyball team

and lisa swears she doesn't but obviously she's there to look at jungkook

"y/n! there's a game after school today, and you're coming with us to watch it"

"just admit u wanna look at jungkook and go"

"WITH WHAT PROOF????"

"WITH THOSE HEART EYES LALISA"

"HHHHHHH CHAEYEON, Y/N IS BULLYING ME AGAIN"

Σ(°ロ°) "WHAT DO U MEAN AGAIN??? WHO WAS THE ONE WHO PUT CHILLI PEPPERS IN MY SANDWICH HUHH LISA WHOOOO—"

mama chaeyeon saves the day, "alright children no more fighting"

"SHE STARTED IT FIRST!"

"FIGHT ME LISA" (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ

in the spongebob narrative voice 2 hours later

u find urself in sandwiched between chaeyeon and lisa, sitting on one of the gym's bleachers

chan and the boys are down there warming up

and u can't help but drift ur gaze to a certain (crispy)blond hair boy, who's stretching at the moment

maybe u were starting too long, but lisa nudges ur elbow with a sly smirk

"ohohoho y/n, what do u see??"

u shove her elbow away and glare at her, "ur about to see my fists in a minute"

the entire game ur gaze was set on chan and u don't even know why

jokes on u reader, it was the anime magic kicking in

up until the second half of the game, u had the sudden need to go to the bathroom and who are u to deny ur bladder dhhshd

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you tell lisa and stood up to squeeze ur way out of the bleachers

ur earbuds almost burst due to all the screaming dhshhd

but hey! u successfully made it to the end

＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／

u make ur way towards the exit when u hear lisa and chaeyeon scream your name

and suddenly the world went black

y/n?? y/n??? oh my god she fuckin dead

maybe u regain conscious for a few seconds bc the last thing u remembered was a pair of feet running and the scent of someone's sweat mixed with cologne

yk the typical anime shit dhsjdjs

when u wake up, ur laying down a bed and ur in a room where u don't recognise

"holy shit y/n, you're awake! lisa go get the nurse!" chaeyeon exclaims from beside you and you hear the door close

you squint your eyes, trying to adjust from the bright light

chaeyeon's face comes into view and she has a worried expression on

"w-what happened?? where am I??" you ask she helps you sit up on the bed

"you're in the nurse's office!"

"why,,, am I in the nurse's office?" you furrow your eyebrows at chaeyeon

"well you see—"

the door slams open to reveal lisa and the nurse

"oh good, y/n you're awake," the nurse smiles at you

she walks toward you and gently grabs your chin with her gloved hand to examine your face

"fortunately nothing is broken but that's gonna leave a bruise on your forehead for a while, you took quite a hit."

"a hit???" u furrow ur eyebrows even deeper if you could sjdjsk

"yeah! you got hit by a volleyball!! you should've seen what happened, the ball went flying like WOOOSH at you and BAM u were knocked out!!" lisa explains with many hand gestures

"it was a good thing that chan boy carried you here, you were out cold," the nurse adds.

wait

Σ(゜゜) c-chan???

CHAN CARRIED YOU HERE???

u don't even notice your face starts to heat up until the nurse looks at you with concern again

she places her hand against ur forehead and says, "oh my, you're heating up, I think you got a fever coming—"

"no! no, I'm completely fine!" you reassure the nurse

you bring your hands up to your cheeks and rub it harshly and slap it a few times in hopes the redness will go away

HAH SIKE UR BLOOD SAYS NO

the nurse let's you stay in the office for awhile, thank god school was already over

lisa and chaeyeon, like the best friends they were, stayed with u and walked u back home

the next morning when u wake up—

━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━

HOLY SHIT THE NURSE WAS NOT KIDDING WHEN SHE SAID IT WAS GONNA LEAVE A BRUISE

THERE'S A HUGE ASS BUMP ON THE MIDDLE OF YOUR FOREHEAD

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW THE FUCK ARE U GONNA COVER THAT UP

U ARE THIS )( CLOSE IN CUTTING UR BANGS AT 7 IN THE MORNING JUST TO COVER UR FOREHEAD* U WOULD'VE IF UR BRAT OF A BROTHER DIDN'T KNOCK ON THE DOOR

"y/n hurry up you're gonna make us late!!"

"SHUT UP HYUNJIN I'M HAVING A MID LIFE CRISIS AT THE MOMENT"

"YOU CAN HAVE IT IN THE CAR"

in all honesty u should be thanking hyunjin for saving u from the future regrets

otw out of the bathroom u curse at hyunjin, who sticks his tongue out in return, and grab one of ur beanies from ur dresser and slip it on

"why the fuck are you wearing a beanie in the middle of summer??"

"it's called fashion hyunjin, look it up"

(hyunjin, snorting) "please, we all know I'm the fashionable one in this family"

so yes, u walk into school with a beanie on ur head, in the middle of summer

it definitely caught weird looks from people because again, why the fuck are you wearing a beanie in this heat???

it's equivalent to having a "I'm stupid" sign taped on ur forehead

u walk into class, already tired from everything and everyone and first period hasn't even started yet!

what a mood

chaeyeon looks at you weirdly and opens her mouth to ask but you stop her

"don't. a lot of people already asked," you groaned, pointing at the black beanie on your head, specifically the spot where u got hit at

chaeyeon looks at you with sympathy and pats your head

when lunch rolls on, lisa basically slams into ur classroom

"why are u wearing a beanie??"

"because I can and it's a free country!!!" u snap at her

"geez fine," lisa puts her hands up

(lisa, mumbling under her breath) "someone woke up from the wrong side of bed today"

"HEY I HEARD THA—"

"OKAAAAY let's go I wanna get pizza bread before it's gone," chaeyeon interrupts aka stopping another fight from happening by hooking her arms through yours and lisa’s* (¬､¬) hnnggg u win today jung chaeyeon

u turn to walk out of the door when u stop in your footsteps

to see the PERSON WHO CAUSE UR FOREHEAD BUMP BRENDA

YES U NAMED IT BRENDA IN THE CAR

IF SHE'S GONNA STAY ON UR FOREHEAD FOR A WHILE

AT LEAST SHE SHOULD HAVE A NAME

AND SHE'S NOT EVEN PAYING RENT

y/n's forehead:

brenda the bump: it's a free real estate

anyways

the three of u stop and stare at chan

like hullo, why u here???

chan coughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. "um, can I speak with y/n?"

chaeyeon and lisa exchange a look and shrugs, "yeah sure," they say and pushes u out of the door

and u stumbled into his arms

again, the anime shit™ working its magic

u immediately push urself off chan and clasp ur hands behind ur back while chan takes a few steps back

"so,,," you start

"oh right! uh, I'm sorry for yesterday, hitting u with the ball and everything"

"oh! it's fine, it really is!" you assure him

"no, it's not! lemme treat you to lunch, it's the least I can do," chan says

"nononono you really don't have to!" you shake ur head at him

"please!" he begs, "I hurt you and I should do something for you"

"n—"

"JUST SAY YES" lisa yells from across the hall

you whip ur head towards her direction and flip her the bird

chaeyeon mouths an apology and drags lisa away, but her laughter rings through the empty hallway

you turn back to chan who's looking at you with pleading eyes

"pleaseee" (´･ᴗ･`)

GOD HE'S ADORABLE

"fine!"

"YAY"

"but!" u wag ur finger at him, "ur only allowed to buy me chocolate milk"

"yes!!" he cheers and drags u off to the school's convenience store to buy you a bottle of chocolate milk

u thought he was gonna get u the cheap one but nO

HE GETS U THE EXPENSIVE ONE

THE ONE THAT COSTS LIKE 3 DOLLARS

FIRST OF ALL, CHOCOLATE MILK SHOULD NOT BE THAT EXPENSIVE

FUCK CAPITALISM

secondly, if u thought this was a one time thing

hAH READER YOU ARE SO SO SO WRONG

it soon becomes a regular thing and every morning, there is a chocolate milk on ur desk with a cute stick it note saying "good morning ♡´･ᴗ･`♡"

GAH UR HEART

and everyday after school, chan walks up to u and ask "hey y/n! did u get the chocolate milk?"

and he will pout if u show him the untouched bottle of milk

so u make sure that u drink it during lunch where he can see u drinking it

and it makes his insides all mushy and squishy

and that escalates to him waiting by ur locker every morning!!

he waits for u by ur locker and when u walk in

he fucking beams at you

the sun who??? u only know a bang chan

he hands u the chocolate milk and greets u

"good morning, y/n!"

and ur hearts does it usual schedule bang-chan-caused-flips

AND THAT ESCALATES TO U GOING TO HIS GAMES

"I thought u hated these things??"

"well I do but chan asked me to come so—"

(lisa, wiggling her eyebrows) "oh chan huh"

"hdshhdshutup"

so here u are again, sandwiched in between lisa and chaeyeon

o wow ur feeling a sense of deja vu

chan spots u in the crowd and runs over to u

"try not to get hit by any balls this time," he grins as he ruffles ur hair

"friendly reminder, I got hit by a ball from you," u retort and smack his hand away

"YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T BRING THAT UP ANYMORE"

"I CROSSED MY FINGERS BITCH"

the coach whistles for chan to get into place and u grab onto his arm, shocking both of u

o wow u got bold moves there reader

"uh, good luck out there," u smile at him

chan's heart doubles over in LOVE and smiles back at you "thanks!"

he runs back to the team, who are all looking at him with a sly look

"so when are u gonna ask y/n out?"

"i'll purposely aim the ball at ur head mingyu"

tbh u don't even know much about volleyball and all u see are balls being hit back and forth

im writing the match based on what I've seen my school's team done and it may be inaccurate pls correct me

sometimes u involuntary wince when u see chan spikes and the ball bounces off the floor bc the other team failed to block it

u pity the floor

it's the last match and both teams are tied

chaeyeon is gripping onto ur arm for dear life bc out of the three of you, she's the only who understands the most about volleyball

both teams are fairly powerful

they have a really strong setter aka lee hyunjae

boy may not look like it but he's strong!!!

the coach whistles and jaehyun serves the ball

jacob from the other team returns the ball and it goes flying across the net

in a blink of an eye, chan yells "mine!" and he spikes the ball with force* hyunjae rushes to block it but misses by a milimetre and the ball bounces off the floor

the entire gymnasium erupts into cheers

and u are pulled up from ur seat by a screaming chaeyeon

they won???

OH MY GOD THEY WON DJSJDJ

chaeyeon runs down to congratulate her boyfriend and u follow in suit

but u run straight into chan's arms to hug him

"congrats!" u squeal as he lifts u off the ground and spins u around

when he sets u down, the both of u finally realizes the position ur in and back away from each other awkwardly

"ahaha,,, congratulations!!" u tell him

chan grins at u "what can I say, ur my lucky charm"

ur cheeks start to heat up again and chan laughs

the rest of the team comes over to drag chan to the changing room, leaving u alone with lisa and chaeyeon

once the boys disappear behind the doors, the two girls turn around to look at u

"what was that???" lisa asks, referring to the hug between u and chan, as she whacks ur arm

she tryna whack the answer out of u HDHS

"STOP HITTING ME WOMAN THAT HURTS!!!"

"NOT UNTIL U TELL ME WHAT WAS THAT BETWEEN U AND BANG CHAN, Y/N"

"it was a hug! nothing more!" u say, more like ur trying to convince it was nothing more

"that was not just a hug," lisa mimics ur voice "that was one of those couples hug chaeyeon and jaehyun does!"

(chaeyeon, pipping up from the side) "she's right!"

"he totally likes you!" lisa smirks at u

"no he does not!"

"uh yes, he does! jaehyun says so!" chaeyeon says in a matter-of-fact tone

"and you—" lisa points her index finger at u "—like him too!"

"WITH WHAT PROOF???"

"WITH THOSE HEART EYES HWANG Y/N"

before u can continue bicker and PROVE THAT U DO NOT LIKE BANG CHAN

jaehyun comes into view and says "hey y/n, chan is waiting for u outside, he has something to tell u"

[ part 2 ]

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jung-snoopy-woo · 4 years ago

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How I Met Your Grandfather

~ Chapter 4 ~

(gif credit: @ katelin via Pinterest)

Pairing: Bang Chan × reader, twin brother! Felix.

Other Chapters: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (coming soon!!).

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1.6k+.

Summary: Felix and his sisters go to the movies together after a long time. Felix is surprised to see Chan there too and they have a talk. When Felix and the girls get home, he decides to tell her about the situation.

A/N: Decided to upload it today bc I might not have time in the next few days (I’m so stressed and busy vndsfjkvdvnk)

Also, I think this chapter was the hardest for me to write so I’m sorry it’s not the best 😢😢 but hopefully you can still enjoy it!!

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"Y/N!!!", Rachael, your older sister, called from downstairs. "We're only going to the movie theater, what's taking you so long??"

It's not that you were slow or anything like that, it's just that it's been a while since you last went out with all of them and you were so excited, as a huge Marvel fan who finally gets to watch the new movie with her siblings who are also her best friends in the world, that it might've taken you a while to choose what to wear and how to look presentable.

As you walked down the stairs, Olivia and Rachael complimented the way you looked and Felix gave you a little smile. You two started talking again (of course, as you two are like the best siblings... Also, you got mad about something that wasn't even his fault), and you seemed pretty fine after that day (when you stormed outside for a reason Felix haven't figured out yet, but as you already moved on- he just thought it was better not to ask. I mean, all siblings have small fights they don't even know what they're about, right?).

He missed hanging out with his sisters so much, and it's been a while since he had some break from practicing or performing, being busy all the time. He always felt sorry for not even telling them that he was okay, as he always fell asleep before he could even think of doing so. He was exhausted, but he loved what he was doing.

Rachael was driving and she let you choose the music to play in the car. You decided to play some Stray Kids songs (such a supportive cute family awww) so you all jammed to them on your way to the movies.

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"Shhhhh~!!", you told Olivia who was sitting to your right as she was moving uncomfortably, "it's about to start!"

"But uhmm.. I... I really have to go to the bathroom.. please, Y/N, come with me", she said, begging. You couldn't get angry at her because you remembered how you did just the same to Rachael not too long ago. And you know, no one wants to go to the public toilets alone.

When you got back, the lights were already off but you could see from afar that there was someone now sitting on the seat to your left, which was empty just before you and Olivia left. You said "excuse me", as you made your way to your seat, trying your best not to step on anyone's feet (Olivia was a lot better than you at that). "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!", you told the guy sitting there. Of course, if you succeeded going all this way without stepping on (almost) anyone, it had to happen just when you were one seat away from yours. And thank God you balanced yourself back, a second before almost tripping and falling over him. 'Ugh, this is probably going to be so awkward now', you thought. 'I'm just going to avoid looking at him the whole movie so I don't have to deal with his judgemental look. "Oh, it's okay", a somehow familiar voice said. 'Don't look', you told yourself. 'It's not him, stop thinking and just enjoy the movie.'

'Why isn't she looking at me?', Chan thought. When you almost lost your balance as you stepped on his foot, he was ready to catch you if you fell, movie style, somewhat disappointed you didn't. He thought you'd turn to him once you heard his voice, but he was faced with disappointment, yet again. Maybe you didn't recognize his voice? Or maybe you knew it was him and just didn't care?

But he had so much fun watching you as you got excited when your favorite character appeared or the way you got mad at the evil ones. He enjoyed the moments you'd be the only one laughing in the whole theater, the most. Just listening to your laugh made him feel ×100 times better. He even stopped making up scenarios in his head as to why you didn't turn to him at the beginning of the movie. He thought of how you'd laugh at his stupid jokes, when him and the boys visited, and smile to himself.

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"Chris hyung??", Chan heard from behind him, on his way to the male's restrooms during the Intermission (a/n: I don't know if movies still have them out of my city but yeah we have those halfway through the movie lol). Felix could recognize the older boy's back everywhere. 'Oh, no', Chan thought. 'Why does it have to be Felix? Ughhh and why did I get myself into this mess? I didn't even get to say a word to her...Should I walk faster or...', he stopped. 'NO Chris, you have to face it like an adult'. He turned and gave Felix the most I'm-innocent-and-didn't-ask-your-younger-sister to-buy-me-a-ticket-so-I-could-see-your-twin-sister smile he could pull, saying "Heyyy Felix, how's it going?"

"I'm pretty good, just got out of the new Marvel movie... You?", Felix asked. He wasn't stupid, of course. When Y/N and Olivia left to go to the bathroom, in the beginning of the movie, he could see someone that resembled his friend way too much, sitting on the left to Y/N's seat, but he let this thought go, thinking it was just his imagination ('Thinking of the members during the holiday? Come on, I have to just relax'). But now, seeing him standing in front of him, there's no doubt it really was him. And to be honest, Felix wasn't very happy to see him here. The chances of Chan sitting so close to them in such a big movie theater were... Well, very small.

"Oh, I was just...", Chan started. The look on Felix's face made it pretty obvious that he saw him there, and that he was pretty mad too. There's no point in lying here. He sighed. "Listen, Lix, I'm sorr--"

"How?", Felix asked, as Chan lifted his eyes to look at his, confused. "How did you get that seat?", He asked, now being a bit less angry and more curious.

"I... I asked Olivia to buy a ticket for me when I saw her after grocery shopping", He admitted. He couldn't be any more embarrassed than he was at that moment. "I gave her the money!", He added. Chan couldn't read Felix's face. Was he mad? Disappointed? Did he want to punch him in the face? All of the above? But then, Felix started laughing. "Oh my god.. Chris hyung... you went that far...", He said between giggles. "For Y/N? So you could see her?"

"Felix, listen I...", He started, a bit confused and taken aback from Felix's reaction, but feeling more sorry than he could describe in words. "I know I promised to be okay with your decision, but I--"

"No, no, Chris, bro, stop", Felix said as his laughter stopped. And so did Chan's heartbeat, almost. "You know what? I'll be honest with you, I am pretty angry seeing you here...", He started. Chan wanted to apologise, again, but Felix continued before he could say anything. "BUT it also made me realize how much you really like Y/N and that you're willing to do some very weird stuff just to see her... So I think... uhhmm.. I think I'll maybe give you two a chance".

Chan couldn't express the happiness he felt at that moment. Oh my god, these were the words he wanted to hear the most (Okay, maybe they were in like 2nd place?). "Felix, bro, thank you", was all he could say.

"But I want you to know that if you hurt her in any way, I'll break you. Somehow. Because you're like super fit and strong and--", he was stopped by Chan's hug. "I promise I'll never do anything to hurt Y/N", he said with the biggest smile, almost choking the younger as he hugged him even closer. Finally, he got the chance he wanted. And he's not going to ruin it.

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You were NOT okay.

You told yourself for the 5th time today that it was normal. It's just a crush who didn't like you back (again), and not a heartbreak. And you tried telling yourself that a guy (that you only met once, by the way) is not worth being sad over.

In the past month you already finished reading 7 books, tried 20 workout routines you added to 'Watch Later' and never had the time or energy to get back to, learned baking 10 new types of cakes and cookies, did some drawings and paintings, and you even played a few video games with Felix (you now understood why he spent so much time doing that, because woah you were one competitive girl and as so, tried so hard winning, "Like, come on, I have to at least win ONCE", to which Felix replied with "I can lose on purpose if you--", "NO WAY").

But now, after coming back from the movies, you finally realized something was wrong. You did enjoy the movie, though. You laughed and you cried and you showed love towards some characters and hate towards others. It's just that you noticed how your heart started beating so fast when you heard that voice in the movies, saying "it's okay". This voice... Sounded so much like him. And it made you feel weird the whole movie. You kind of regretted not looking, and for letting your feeling of awkwardness take over. But what could you do? You didn't want to embarrass yourself by looking in the eye of the poor guy you stepped on.

"Y/N?", You heard Felix say from behind you. You turned, and saw his troubled eyes. "Can we talk?", He asked. You didn't know what it's going to be about, but whatever it is- it seemed to be very important.

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Hope you enjoyed!! (Pleaseee let me know what do you think) 💕💕

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yeetusthedeetus · 5 years ago

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Quarantine's Not That Bad - ATEEZ

A tickle fic? On this Tumblr? What has the world come to??!!

They were on the move.

Prowling around the dorm, waiting for an unsuspecting lee to make a wrong move.

It had been a while since the lers had joined forces like this, intending to wreck every lee in sight. Their world tour had definitely thrown a spanner into the works too.

But quarantine was good for one thing, when 4 lers lived with 4 lees (well, 3 lees and a switch, who leant towards a lee anyway).

Seonghwa was laid on his bed in his room when the first unfortunate soul walked in. Poor little Hongjoong walked in, intending on changing his clothes, but was quickly followed by Jongho, who shut the door quietly behind him. As the small leader took off his t-shirt, ditching it on the floor, the eldest and youngest made eye contact, a quick nod being shared between them.

Jongho moved first, grabbing the shorter man by the legs and slinging him over his shoulder. Hongjoong cried out in shock, gripping Jongho's waist with his arms as he was faced with the younger's muscled back.

"Jongho, why on-- oh NOHOHOHO!"

Hongjoong tried his best to kick, but Jongho holding his shins made it impossible to. Seonghwa's fingers, in the meantime, danced skillfully on the younger's socked feet, tickling dreadfully. Small fists pounded on the maknae's back, as Hongjoong's face screwed up in laughter, belly laughter erupting from his mouth.

"Seonghwahahahahaha!! Stohohohop!! NO!" The leader shrieked as he felt the elders wiggling fingers slip under the top of his socks, pulling them off while tickling down his feet. Seonghwa couldn't hold back his own grin, chuckling back, "Not on your life."

The elders fingernails scratched lightly down the platinum blond's sole, particularly focusing on the little gaps between his toes. Hongjoong couldn't help but scream with laughter, still raining punches on Jongho's back as he tried desperately to escape. Jongho held strong though, laughing at how weak his hyung had become due to the tickling. Seonghwa grinned, slowing down. "Ok I'm bored of the feet now."

"No, Seonghwa don't! I swear to god! No no no no NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Hongjoong flailed desperately when Seonghwa's fingers made contact with the hollows of his armpits, practically screaming with laughter. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh as his fingers fled all over the younger's torso, tickling everywhere from Hongjoong's armpits to his back, to his stomach and ribs. He even managed to sneak a raspberry on the leaders neck, resulting in a hilarious shriek tearing from his lips. Jongho himself joined in, wiggling devilish fingers all along the leaders thighs and knees. By the time they were done, Hongjoong was red in the face, tears welling in his eyes.

"Stohohohop!!! Stop, stop, plehease!! Need- ahahaha- I need a break!" The lers laughed, stopping their assault while Jongho ditched the still giggling leader onto his bed. The shorter immediately curled into foetal position, unable to remove the smile from his face. Seonghwa grinned, grabbing a soft blue shirt and throwing it onto him. He pinched the exposed side, laughing at the yell he received.

"Put that on before I attack you again."

On the other side of the dorm, Yunho and Mingi were chatting in the kitchen when an unsuspecting Yeosang came in for a glass of water. It was obvious that he'd just been practicing dancing in his room, as there was a light sweat on his brow and he was panting. One glance at each other and the two tallest knew what to do.

As the shorter reached up to grab a glass, Mingi poked him in the armpit, causing the arm to slam to his side. Yeosang glared at him, causing the taller to chuckle. He tried to reach up with the other hand, only to find Yunho had slipped to that side and repeated the same action. Yeosang huffed, reaching up once again only to be stopped once more.

"What's wrong Sangie?" Yunho asked, as Yeosang glared at the duo, "Can't you reach it?"

"Maybe try again," Mingi stated, massive grin on his face, "you can't be that short."

"Why don't you try not being a prick," the shorter grumbled, once again attempting to reach for a glass only to be poked.

Mingi gasped dramatically, "I am OFFENDED!" Tackling Yeosang to the ground, he sat on his wrists. Yunho watched in amusement as Yeosang struggled, while Mingi required little to no effort to keep him down. "Wanna apologise?"

"Sod off," Yeosang replied, still struggling, "Let me get a drink!"

"So rude!" Mingi exclaimed, "I'm hurt!" He lightly started drumming his fingers on Yeosang's ribs, watching as the elder tried to hide his developing smile. "We should punish him Yunho!"

"How?" Yunho asked, feigning innocence to Mingi's plan.

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiike this!" As Mingi's fingers started drilling mercilessly into Yeosang's sides, the shorter male bucked up, instantly dissolving into belly laughter.

"Nonononono Mingi!! Fuhuhuhuck!!"

"Is that a swear word??" Yunho exclaimed. "Oh you're in for it now mister."

Yunho's long fingers made quick work of the younger's socks, and as he grabbed the boys slender ankles he could hear pleading. Smiling brightly, he started gently stroking a single finger down Yeosang's left arch, listening as the laughter went higher in pitch. As soon as 5 fingers hit the boy's soles, he screamed, laughter raising in pitch and volume as he defiantly tried to pull his feet from Yunho's grasp.

One glance at Mingi proved that he was going all out, one hand spidering in Yeosang's right armpit while the other hand flitted around, attacking his stomach and ribs and hips and neck with no discernible pattern. Yeosang's face was red with a heavy blush, eyes screwed shut. Yunho grinned, laying on the younger's legs so his chin rested on his stomach.

He left his fingers pattering softly on his thighs, not enough to tickle but enough to irritate, and as Mingi also stopped, hands rubbing at Yeosang's biceps, Yeosang finally opened his eyes, which flickered around before landing on Yunho.

"Hi!" Yunho grinned, nuzzling his chin into the smallest stomach.

"No!" Yeosang instantly said, "No no no, do not!"

As the tallers lips moved closer to his destination, Yeosang get desperate, crying out "I'll buy you food!"

Yunho instantly looked up, making eye contact with Mingi.

"Tempting." Said the rapper, before nodding at Yunho.

The man's face went straight to his target, blowing a raspberry on the younger's bellybutton, revelling in the laughter that erupted from his mouth.

"Think we'd rather hear you laugh though."

After five minutes on non-stop raspberries, Yunho heard Yeosang's breathing get laboured, so he decided to call it off. Sitting on his knees, he chuckled as Yeosang threw a hand over his eyes, smile remaining fixed in place. Mingi stood up, filling a glass with cold water and placing it next to him.

"Enjoy!"

"Asshole."

After lunch had happened, the lers messaged each other.

Seonghwa: Ok Jongho and I got Joong

Mingles: Yunho and I managed to get Sangie

Jonghooooo: so that just leaves woosan

Yunhooooo: ok, Seonghwa and I will hit San because Mingi will need you for Woo Jjong

Jonghooooo: I'll remember my ear plugs

Well, Mingi and Jongho decided to hang out together for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the chance to attack Wooyoung. After 30 minutes, they weren't sure where he was, but Jongho managed to catch him in the corner of his eye, walking out of the bathroom in a towel. Clearly he had been in the shower, and as he disappeared into his and Yeosang's shared room, the duo stood up and snuck in behind him.

Wooyoung was blissfully unaware of their presence, as he pulled on a pair of briefs and loose cotton shorts. He was about to pick out a shirt when he caught sight of Mingi and Jongho in the mirror, and he yelled in shock, pressing a hand to his heart.

"Good god, you scared me to death!"

Jongho grinned, "sorry hyung, didn't mean to!"

"Then what did you mean to do?" Wooyoung pouted, returning to his search for a t-shirt.

The maknae ran and tackled him to the floor, gripping his wrists tightly.

"This!"

"Wha- Oh nohohoho Mingi! Leave me be!!!"

"Sorry, no can do!" The taller grinned, wiggling his fingers teasingly above the smallers stomach. "We've nearly hit everyone today, would hate to break that streak!"

Wooyoung shrieked when Mingi's fingers made contact with his stomach, loud hyena laughter bouncing off the walls. He bucked and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the sensation, but Jongho had a tight grip on his wrists.

"THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"LIFE ISN'T FAIR HYUNG, GET USED TO IT!" Jongho had to yell to be heard over the younger's hysterical laughter, but grinned wildly at Mingi, who was enjoying wrecking havoc on his dongsaengs body.

When Mingi's hands slowed, slowly crawling from his hipbones upwards, Wooyoung's giggles quietened, and he looked at Mingi with pleading eyes.

"Please don't," he begged, lightly kicking his legs, "pleaseee!"

Mingi was deaf to his pleading, and ten fingers soon found themselves in the younger's armpits. A high pitched squeal left his mouth, causing Jongho to cringe.

"Jesus, that was loud!"

"WEHEHELL, ITS YOHOHOUR DAHAMN FAHAHAHAULT! STOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOP!"

"Nah," Mingi replied casually, moving down to tweak at his ribs again. Wooyoung would yell whenever Mingi's hands found their way back to his armpits, and after around 10 more minutes he stopped, letting Wooyoung take a breather.

As Wooyoung gulped in air, chest heaving, Mingi wriggled down his body, til he was sat on the younger's knees. By the time Wooyoung realised what he was doing, he was immobile from the waist down.

"No," he whined, "Mingi stop! Haven't you had enough??"

"Don't even try and tell me you don't enjoy this," Mingi chuckled, laughing even harder at the flush that appeared on the younger's face as he tried to deny it. "And you especially like ittttttt here!!"

Mingi's fingers started to attack the inside of Wooyoung's thighs, which immediately tensed and trembled, unable to escape. Wooyoung was shrieking, bouncing as much as he could when he was restrained from both ends. His feet drummed on the floor, and he couldn't even get any words out, just shrieking with laughter like a maniac. Jongho, starting to get bored, also started to spider his fingers along Wooyoung's tummy, revelling in pinching the slight pudge that he had. Tickling a pudgy tummy when you're in an idol group is hard, because most of them have abs, so it was rare to pass up an opportunity to tickle Wooyoung's adorable soft belly. Wooyoung's eyes started tearing up, and he shook his head from side to side, pleading when he could, although they barely sounded like words. When Jongho and Mingi finally let up, he just wheezed on the floor for a solid minute, absolutely exhausted. Jongho and Mingi sat either end of him, smiling fondly. Mingi laughed out loud when Wooyoung just fell asleep, and Jongho grinned, picking up the smaller effortlessly and dropping him on the bed.

"We didn't even get his feet, Jjong!"

Seonghwa and Yunho took a more... direct approach at finding their prey. They scoped out the entire dorm, eventually finding him in the computer room, playing a game online with his friends. They hid behind the oblivious younger, who was too busy chatting.

"Changbin, he's behind you! Get him, get him!! Oh god I'm out of bullets no no no!! Yeonjun, can you drop some for me?"

They could hear vague responses through the youngers headset, and were aching to attack, but they weren't that mean. After roughly ten minutes, the winning screen popped up, and San jumped about in his seat from excitement.

"Yes! We did i-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Yunho and Seonghwa had leapt into action, dragging him off the chair and leaving the headset nearby, so his friends would know he wasn't being murdered.

"Hyung, why did you do that?" San pouted, rubbing at his rear where he landed. Without responding, Seonghwa pounced on the youngers wrists, pinning them under his knees.

"Hyung what's happening?" The slender male asked, highly confused at the situation.

However when Yunho started moving towards his hips, his eyes went big, and he started struggling ten fold.

"No no no hyung pleaseeeeeeee don't!"

"Sorry baby, everyone else has been hit though!"

Nervous giggles left San's mouth as Yunhos fingers descended, never making contact but the teasing being unbearable. Huge squeaky laughter erupted when the fingers met his stomach, making both the elders smile due to its infectious nature.

"Awww see you've got a shirt on. That's not fair!" Yunho whined, causing San to retort, "it's plenty fair- AAAA NOHOHOHOHO!" Yunho managed to slip his fingers under the loose grey shirt, spidering his way across the youngers tummy. He pushed it up so the flat expanse of skin was easily available.

"As much as I love Yeosang, you have better reactions to this."

San couldn't ask what due to his panting, but Yunho blowing a raspberry directly on his navel was answer enough.

"OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD! YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He squealed, bucking up and trying to escape.

"Don't try to escape!" Seonghwa laughed, pulling him up by his wrists and placing them behind the elders head. Before San could move his arms down, Seonghwa quickly attacked his armpits, causing San to squeak and pull his arms down, attempting to curl up despite Yunho still blowing raspberries all over his abdomen.

"See, now I'm stuck!" Seonghwa laughed, wriggling his fingers. San shrieked, the combined sensations wrecking havoc on his body. Laughter could be heard from the headset abandoned on the floor, and San flushed even more, struggle to escape renewed. "Come on, lift up your arms! Let me out!"

"I cahahahahan't!" San giggled as Yunho stopped blowing raspberries, instead nibbling ticklishly at his prominent ribs. "Stohohohohohop!"

"Tell you what," Seonghwa bargained, "When I can pull my hands out we'll stop ok? That's all you gotta do."

"Nohohohot fahahahahair!"

"I think it's plenty fair," Yunho grinned, swirling a finger around San's tummy. "Go on Sannie!"

San tried to lift up his arms, clearly struggling but determined to do it. By the time he got halfway, Yunho blew another raspberry on his bellybutton, causing them to fly straight back down.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO YUNHO!!"

"Sorry, sorry Sannie!" He chuckled, returning his fingers to his side. He mischievously glanced at Seonghwa, "Why not try again?"

It took 8 tries for San to finally get his arms up, and true to his word Seonghwa pulled his hands out. San collapsed against Seonghwas shoulder, panting heavily.

"You good?" The eldest chuckled, wrapping his hands around his waist and lightly rubbing his tummy, like the younger enjoyed.

San huffed, grumbling out "sleepy" in a quiet voice.

Yunho chuckled, telling Seonghwa to put him to bed as he logged off the game. San's friends were laughing through the headphones as he explained why they were logging off, amused at the goings on in the dorm.

"Do you guys ever leave them alone?" Changbin teased, "That's the 8th time in two weeks!"

Yunho laughed back, saying, "What else are we supposed to do in quarantine?"

"God you guys are evil," Yeonjun chuckled, "Can't believe you tickled him so much he got sleepy."

"Ok maybe we're a little bit evil." Yunho laughed, ending the call.

Yunhooooo: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

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mylifeinhopeworld · 5 years ago

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Jungwoo always wanted to be the best for you. As far as you remember, he went through every single punishment you gave him without complaining. This one though, leaving him for a month without permission to touch himself, was the hardest he ever experienced. He didn't even remember why he had to be punished so severely. It didn't matter at this point. You had been away for a little under two weeks and he was craving your touch more than anything. He was waking up hard every morning from dreaming about you and it took every last ounce of willpower for him not to grind against the sheets. It was driving him crazy.

He was already worked up when you video called him at 10pm, trying to occupy his mind with something else whilst his hips bucked up helplessly once in a while, when the thought of your hands on him popped back in his head.

"Hi baby! How are you?"

The fond smile you gave him only made him pout and whine in return.

"Y/nnnnnn! Pleaseee! You know how I'm doing, I keep thinking about you all day..."

Your expression turned into a pleased smirk at his neediness.

"What's wrong baby? Don't tell me you're such a mess from not being touched? Hmmmm..." You looked up, pretending to think about your next decision. "I guess you listened to me if you're this affected just by thinking about me... Lay on your stomach cutie. Maybe I can help you out a little. Would you like that?"

He immediately did as he was told, whimpering a soft yes while burying his face in the sheets of his bed. He looked so cute, all riled up and practically begging you to let him do anything, that you regretted being so far away from him.

"First, I have a little surprise for you baby."

Placing your phone far away enough for him to see you completely, you took off the robe you were wearing. He audibly moaned at the sight of your body adorned with delicate black lace, which contrasted against the white of your bedsheets.

"Y/n..."

"Do you like it? I think it fits me well...Don't you think baby?"

You turned slightly, exposing more of the lacy lingerie to your amazed boyfriend, before looking back at your screen to see his expression.

Unable to wait any longer, he had started to slowly grind against his bed, hoping you wouldn't notice. Unfortunately for him, you immediately took note of his panting and of the movement of his hips.

"Baby boy, what did I tell you?"

Your harsh tone made him stop his movements with a whine.

"Sorry.... I can't stay still if you tease me like this. Please, can I touch? I need to cum so bad."

You slowly trailed a finger down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties.

"You want me to let you cum so easily after this? What a silly boy you are. No, you're not touching yourself. Continue what you started, since you're so desperate. Come on, grind against your bed like a needy little slut, put on a show for me."

He placed his phone on the nightstand, giving you full view of the way he rolled his hips against the mattress as he hid his blushing face in the covers. Your moans soon mixed with his as you started rubbing yourself through the thin fabric of your panties, drawing even more sounds from him. His pace soon changed and you could see that he was already close to his high, trying to hold it until you gave him permission to let go. You almost didn't hear him whisper

"Please, I'm so close, it hurts."

As soon as these words left his lips, a devilish smile appeared on yours. "You can cum for me baby boy. But I don't want you to move when you do."

A flow of moans echoed through your phone's speaker as he came all over his bed, struggling against the reflex to move his hips as he ruined his own orgasm. You smiled as he pushed himself on his back, eyes closed and cock twitching, as the last broken whimpers left his mouth.

"Good job baby. You know the rules. Still no touching until I tell you... I don't think I'll let you have a full orgasm until I can give you one myself, you're so cute when you're struggling like this."

#jungwoo smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #sub!jungwoo #dom!reader #♥#idk why I keep writing dom!reader blurb so much #I'm so freaking subby atm but I still love writing them :)

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turnupbrock · 5 years ago

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Alcohol and Girls don’t mix//Colby Brock x Reader

This was request by a wonderful anon: “ Can you do one of Colby and he and the reader go to a club and it's the reader first time at a club and a girl flirts with colby. you can write the rest of the story.”

I know it’s taken a while but exams can suck my ass.

It's not like girls don't flirt with Colby in front of me. It happens all the damn time. It gets really annoying because it's like, hellooo his fucking girlfriend is right here, you can literally see me standing right here! But besides the endless amount of girls that flirt with him while I am present, I could only imagine how many girls are all over him when he is with his boys or he is alone. To spare getting into a fight with another girl, I never go out clubbing with him. No matter how many times Colby will beg and plead with me, I never give in, knowing full well that me, alcohol, and obnoxious girls, will NOT mix well. That was every time Colby or my friends invited me out to the club, I always turned them down. Not wanting to embarrass Colby but loosing my temper with some girl that decided to step out of her lane while I was present.

"Come on baby pleaseee" Colby begged for like the seventh time tonight. "Baby stop it" I grumbled walking into our shared bathroom. Colby followed me like a lost puppy, "I don't want to go if you're not going." he complained again. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back against his chest, "Come on baby girl please" Colby begged again staring at me with those damn big blue eyes that I fell in love with. I caved, "ugh, fine Colby. But if some-" I was cut off by Colby pressing his soft lips to mine. I let out a content sigh and molded against his body. Colby pulled away all too soon and wound his arms around my waist, holding me against his chest. "Nothing will happen and if something does, I promise we can leave." Colby said staring at me. I agreed and we both started to get ready for the night of clubbing. If I'm being completely honest, I was kind of nervous to got the Club. Not because of the girls there but because I'm 21 and have never been to one before. I didn't know what to expect. Yeah, I've heard about how fun it was from my friends and boyfriend. But I still was alittle on edge about going. I was in the middle of pulling my mesh top over my black bra-let when I felt warm arms snake around my waist and a pair of lips trailing from my collarbone to right underneath my ear. It was like Colby memorized my sweet spot as his teeth gently scraped my neck, I moaned softly, leaning further into his chest. I felt Colby smirk against my flesh and his grip tighten on me as he continued to suck on my sweet spot. I let out another breathy moan and brought one of my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Colby's arm that was holding my waist trailed down and brushed against the bare skin of my thigh, that my skirt had ridden up at. His hand dipped to the inner part of my thigh, his warm hand making it's way up, "I don't want to go anymore.." Colby murmured against my neck. I gasped and leaned more into him as his hand started working me. Colby was still latched onto my neck when suddenly the sound of the apartment door opening. He huffed out a breath against my neck and kissed it once more before backing away from me, leaving me slightly panting. Colby smirked at me and leaned close to my ear, "Later baby girl". He winked before walking out of the bathroom to see Sam who just called out to him.

The club was loud, stuffy, and hot the moment that we walked in. The music could be heard from outside, the walls were basically shaking with the bass of the music. Colby's grip tightened around my waist as we walked into the club. "Don't wander off," Colby said in my ear so he didn't have to yell over the loud music. Most of our friends were here, Mike, Kevin, Ariya, Sam, Kat, Jake, Tara, Cassie, Devyn, and Xepher. Everyone else was busy or out of town. We make out way to one of the booths that were off to the side of the dance floors, that was surprisingly still available. Once we all had our drinks, the chaos started, quiet literally. "Come on, let's go dance!" Xepher cried and grabbed my hand, pulling me up with her and the other girls. I looked at Colby who was still sitting in the booth with all of the guys, "Baby? You coming?" I asked him. Colby shook his head and smiled his brilliant smile at me, "We'll be there in a minute," I was hesitant to go without him since it was my first time. Reluctantly, I followed the girls onto the dance floor. The lights were flashing and the music automatically made me want to dance. Tara grabbed my hand and pulled me to her as we all started to twist and jump to the beat of the music. Devyn moved in front of me and pressed her back into me, starting to grind. I let out a loud laugh along with all the other girls. Tara and Kat paired up and copied Devyn's movements, Xepher and Cassie doing the same thing. I was moving with Devyn, meeting each swing of her hips while laughing my ass of, "Let's go back to the booth, I'm tired and thirsty," Kat yelled over the music. I glanced over at Kat and smirked, "I bet you are," I joked. Kat's eyes widened and her mouth fell open, causing all of to laugh. "Not like that!" she exclaimed, smacking my arm gently as we made our way back to the booth.

Approaching the booth, I could see that only Jake, Colby, and Sam were the only ones there. The other guys must be getting drinks, I thought to myself. But as the girls and I got closer, I could see that there were other girls in the booth. A girl with light pink hair was sitting next to Sam, a brunette girl by Jake, and a blonde was sitting practically on Colby's lap. I looked back at Kat and Tara, seeing that their eyes were wide, they looked mad, just as I felt. Good to know that I'm not the only one. I pushed past the couple of people that were standing in front of our booth. Sam, Colby, and Jake looked so uncomfortable, it would have been comical, if some other girls weren't on flirting with our boyfriends. We all stopped at the front of our booth, crossing our arms and glaring at the girls. While Sam and Jake looked relived that we showed up, Colby looked worried, knowing that I didn't want to come because I knew that other girls would be all over him. Colby knows that I hate when other girl's are flirting with him. I stepped forward and looked at Colby, "Hey babe" I drawled out, moving my gaze back to the blonde. She shifted so she her leg was placed over Colby's, making her dress ride up a little. "Um, hi. Who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you all over my boyfriend?" I asked her, bracing myself on the table and cocking my head to the side as I glared at her. She smiled slyly at you before looking back at Colby, "So this is the girlfriend you were talking about. She's not even that cute and I bet she's not good in bed either. I mean look at her." The girl scoffed, her breath laced with the scent of alcohol. My eyes narrowed at her and her friends since they all laughed at her poor attempted at a joke. "I think the hickeys all over her neck tell a different story, " Kat spit out, stepping up next to me, followed by Tara. The other girls still standing behind us. Colby pushed the girls' leg off of his lap and shifted away from her. The girl pouted again before glaring at me. "It doesn't look like you can do much," she pressed again, making me stiffen and clench my fists to stop from swinging on this bitch. I moved my glaze over to the other girl that were with Sam and Jake, "You guys might wanna get the fuck off of them," I warned. The girl with pink hair shook her head at me, "I think I'm okay right here with this cutie." She chirped. I saw Kat stiffen and step closer, "I'm not okay with you being all over my boyfriend," she spit out at the girl. She smirked and raised an eyebrow, "He asked me to stay." she said innocently. "Bullshit!" Jake called out, "All of us asked you to leave since all of us have girlfriends!" He continued and gently pushed the girl next to him off of him.

Xepher stepped up behind Tara, Kat, and I, "I suggest you girl leave." she warned them just as I did minuted prior. "And why should we?" the brunette next to Jake asked. I scoffed and braced myself over the table again, "Because if you don't, all three of you are going to get your asses beat," I said as sweetly as I could but there was threat underlying. I watched think pink haired girls eyes widened and she stood up. "Let's go girls. They're not even that cute." she said sourly looked from me and Kat. The other girls scoffed and stood up as well, "Fine. But I could your ass, sweetheart. Don't get ahead of yourself." The blonde stopped in front of me and looked me looked me up and down. I stiffened again, "You better walk away before you find out," I said through gritted teeth. She rolled her eyes and pushed past me. I sighed and turned back to the guys in the booth. They all looked bewildered, their eyes wide, looking at me and the girls. Colby stood up and pulled me to his chest, hugging me tight. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, I snuggled further into his chest, " I told you this would happen." My voice muffled by his shirt. I could feel his body shaking with suppressed laughter, "but you were a bad ass," Colby said kissing my head again. I laughed with him a little, "You owe me," I said pulling back from his embrace. Colby raised his eyebrows, "Really? How?" he smirked and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned up and placed a kiss to his lips before moving my mouth to his ear, "Finish what you started back at the house.." I pressed a soft kiss to his neck and pulled back. Colby's eyes darkened with while he looked at me, he nodded his head vigorously before connecting our lips again, "Let's go, now."

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Prompt: a cute tyrus sleepower pleaseee

The Best Sleepover Ever - a Tyrus fanfiction

This prompt took the longest time, you have no idea (well, actually some of you do since I took an entire month to write this. Hopefully this long prompt makes up for that). I’d like to thank @ededdandreddie and @celsquietramblings for taking a look at this and making sure I wasn’t about to make a fool out of myself by publishing it with tons of errors and malfunctions (seriously, guys, means a lot!). I’d also like to thank @aro-mack for the pillow fight idea (you’ll see) from their Tyrus headcannons post. And I’m tagging @qwertykevin because they wanted me to, LOL! And, without further adieu, let’s get on reading!

“Who’s ready for my slumber par-tayyy?” Cyrus trilled enthusiastically. He had been planning this outing for ages, and now that all three of them were available on the same weekend, it was the perfect opportunity for one of his biggest dreams to finally happen: a sleepover! And with his two best ‘brahs’, Jonah Beck and T.J. Kippen!

When he received no response at first, he adjusted his phone so that Jonah and T.J. could see him better on their group video chat. “Hello? Are you guys still there? I said who’s ready for my sleepover?”

Jonah was the first to answer him by making a crackly wince, and Cyrus frowned at his friend’s reaction; he had never seen that facial expression before. “I’m really sorry, Cy-Guy, but the Space Otters were just invited to a last minute Frisbee tournament! I won’t be able to come,” Jonah said, guilt lining his voice. At least he sounded apologetic.

Cyrus tried not to show the heart-wrenching disappointment that was occurring in his chest. When would he ever get the chance to have both of them over again? “Oh, that’s okay,” Cyrus assured him as best as he could manage. He hoped his acting was at least somewhat believable; especially after that whole school video fiasco. Cyrus had learned not to put too much faith into his acting skills since the whole disaster. “We could always reschedule—”

“Reschedule?” T.J. piped up. Cyrus had almost forgotten he was on the group call; he had been pretty quiet for the majority of the video chat. “I just found my sleeping bag.”

Cyrus felt a tug in his stomach at the arise of conflict. What could he do? On one hand, he didn’t want to leave Jonah out of their bound-to-be spectacular sleepover, but, on the other, he didn’t want to disappoint T.J. by canceling on him. What was the middle ground here?

Cyrus took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he became too overwhelmed about the matter; he knew how he could get when he was antsy. “How about me and T.J. have the slumber party this weekend, and we reschedule one another time for all three of us?” Cyrus suggested. Bless his intelligent mind for finding some kind of compromise!

“Oh,” Jonah said. Cyrus couldn’t quite detect the tone that Jonah was using. Did he seem disappointed? Completely forlorn? Or was he just being indifferent?

Before he over thought the situation (he did have a tendency to overthink at times), Cyrus tried to shake his worries from his mind. Relax, he reminded himself. You don’t need to read too much into his reactions anymore. Despite getting over Jonah a while ago, second-guessing the boy’s expressions was still like second-nature to him, and Cyrus often found himself fretting about it.

“I’m guessing that means you can’t come to the tournament?” Jonah asked dejectedly. Now he was sure Jonah was upset.

Cyrus bit his lip to keep words from spewing out of his mouth. He wanted to say ‘yes, of course, what are friends for?’. But he couldn’t disappoint T.J. like that. Besides, Andi was right; Jonah did expect everyone to cater to his needs, and now that Cyrus had taken off the rose-tinted glasses, he could see that. “I’m sorry, Jonah. I promise I’ll go to the next game, alright?”

Jonah looked downcast, and Cyrus felt his heart twist. “Yeah, sure. See you later, Cyrus,” he mumbled, crestfallen. Before Cyrus could change his mind about not going to the game, Jonah logged off the call, leaving him and T.J. alone in shock at the Frisbee player’s abrupt, unexpected exit.

“I guess he’s not too happy,” T.J. commented after a few seconds of surprised silence.

Cyrus knew that T.J.’s comment was supposed to be his everyday dry humor, but it only made him feel worse about making Jonah upset. T.J., noticing the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in worry, was quick to make him feel better. “Hey, I was just kidding. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” he tried.

Cyrus tried to take T.J.’s words to heart as best as he could. T.J. was right! He couldn’t worry about everything, even though his mind so desperately wanted to. All. The. Time. “It’ll be fine,” he repeated, trying for a small smile. “Anyway, what time are you coming over?”

By that Friday, Cyrus had every last detail for their slumber party down: all the way from what they would be eating (thank goodness for The Spoon’s new carryout policy!) to what games they would be playing (only the classics, of course). It was practically guaranteed to be the greatest sleepover in history!

When T.J. finally knocked on the door that Friday after school, Cyrus opened the door with a flourish, begging the boy to take his shoes off before stepping over the threshold. As T.J. cautiously toed off his high-quality sports shoes, Cyrus took the boy’s bag (and almost fell over from its weight, but T.J. didn’t need to know that) and urged for the basketball player to follow him. The two boys padded through the house as they shared pleasantries, their footsteps echoing in the seemingly empty home as they strolled along, and Cyrus led him to the spacious, open living room. There was a grand entertainment center nestled against the back wall with a colossal flat-screen perched on top of it. The walls were painted a warm taupe, with the cream-colored double sectional accenting it well. A detailed antique coffee table sat in the middle of the room, covered with a few issues of Therapists Weekly and a few movies that Cyrus had planted there.

In short, it was a large room to take in, and T.J. absorbed his new surroundings with a thorough sweep around the room. After he had given a rigorous glance around the area, he raised his eyebrows in surprise before shifting his gaze back to Cyrus. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. I guess being a shrink pays well,” he joked. He tried to set down T.J.’s duffel bag as cautiously as he could manage, but it clattered onto the floor with a loud thud despite his wishes. “Sorry!” Cyrus apologized sheepishly. He carefully shoved it beside a resting chair so that neither of them would trip on it later. It could happen!

The corners of T.J.’s mouth turned up, and Cyrus felt his stomach churn. He loved to make T.J. smile. “It’s cool.”

Cyrus’s feelings for T.J. weren’t exactly new; he’d known that he’d liked T.J. for a while now, but alas, there was nothing he could do. Well, besides soaking up every smile and laugh directed at him and overthinking T.J.’s every move. But even that he tried to keep at a minimum. His feelings were surely unrequited, and he definitely didn’t want another Jonah Beck situation. “So, would you like to hear our game plan for this evening?” he asked excitedly. He had everything planned down to the last tee.

“Game plan?” T.J. asked, raising an eyebrow. He seemed more amused than he did incredulous.

“Of course!” Cyrus exclaimed. “Behind every great slumber party is a master game plan, right?”

T.J. gave him an entertained smirk. “I’m assuming this is your first sleepover?”

Cyrus blushed. “How could you tell?” He’d always wanted to have a sleepover with Andi and Buffy, but it was hard enough for Andi’s grandmother to let them over during the day, let alone at night. It was the same situation with Andi coming over to one of their houses for the evening; the request was completely out of the question. And thus began the worst playdate home award: a title still held by Celia to this day.

The basketball player shrugged. “We don’t really have game plans at the sleepovers I go to. We usually just play video games and talk about girls,” he admitted.

Cyrus’s heart skipped. Talk about girls? As in…crushes? “O-oh,” Cyrus stammered. He was stunned, but he reprimanded himself for being shocked. Of course T.J. has crushes on girls. He’s not like you. “Would you rather do that, then?” he asked nervously. He prayed T.J. said no. He didn’t think he could pretend he had a crush on some girl for rest of the night.

T.J. snorted. “No way,” he affirmed. “Those sleepovers are lame, anyway.” Cyrus raised his eyebrows, and he allowed himself to smile widely in relief. Thank goodness! “So, what do you have planned?” T.J. asked.

Cyrus grinned excitedly. “Okay, so first I planned for us to play the infamous Truth or Dare,” T.J. raised an eyebrow in amusement but didn’t comment, “and then we’re going to watch a movie while gorging on food from The Spoon, and then we’re going to have a pillow fight!”

T.J. couldn’t contain himself any longer, and he let out a little chuckle. “A pillow fight?”

Cyrus drew his eyebrows together in worry, and he frowned. “Do they not do that at slumber parties?” he asked in confusion. “I got all my information from Wikipage…,” he trailed off unsurely.

T.J. put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Relax,” he assured him. “We can do whatever. But I’m pretty sure I’ll beat you in that pillow fight,” he teased.

Cyrus felt a wave of relief wash over him. “How do you know I won’t win?” he jested back.

T.J. ruffled the boy’s hair, and Cyrus let him. Although he normally had an aversion to having his hair touched, he found it endearing when T.J. did it. “I’m not one to tell you what you can or can’t do,” T.J. said, and Cyrus suddenly got a flashback to when T.J. helped him get a muffin. ‘Don’t tell him what he can’t do.’ He smiled at the memory; one of his favorite things about T.J. was that he didn’t automatically expect him to fail.

“So, you think I could beat you?” Cyrus asked excitedly.

T.J. grinned, and Cyrus saw a wicked glint in his eye that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll just have to see!” Then, in a flash, T.J. was grabbing a pillow off of the couch and whacking Cyrus’s side with it.

“Ahh!” Cyrus yelped. He tumbled to the floor, and T.J. towered victoriously above him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” T.J. asked teasingly, but not in a harsh way. Cyrus nodded helplessly, holding out a hand innocently for T.J. to pull up. T.J. rolled his eyes jokingly, and he clasped the hand in front of him, preparing to tug him forward. “I can’t believe you’re already giving u—!” Cyrus jerked his arm with all his might (which wasn’t saying much), and brought T.J. crashing down on top of him.

The floor broke T.J.’s fall, his hands pinning down the hardwood on either side of Cyrus’s head, which prevented him from completely falling on top of the boy. “Was…not…expecting that,” T.J. managed to breathe out between pants. Cyrus laughed, although he could hardly breathe with their close proximity. For a second the two boys just stayed in that position, staring at each other, and Cyrus gulped. T.J. was too close for comfort, and yet somehow wasn’t close enough…

Cyrus ignored the irrational part of his brain that had thought that. T.J. likes girls, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, his logic didn’t seem to pierce his heart like he was hoping it would. “Um,” he managed to say, which shook T.J. out of his daze.

“Right. Sorry,” he apologized, blushing slightly (which was not something Cyrus thought the basketball player was capable of. Especially not because of him). He carefully got up, pushing himself off of Cyrus, and Cyrus took a big gulp of air. Now he felt like he could breathe again.

Once Cyrus cautiously lifted himself up, he brushed his clothes off, avoiding T.J.’s eyes. “Does that mean I win?” he asked, although his voice didn’t hold the triumphant tone he thought it would. The butterflies in his stomach were probably just messing with his head, he noted.

“Sure, Underdog,” T.J. relented, albeit more than willingly. He faintly nudged Cyrus, causing the boy to meet T.J.’s eyeline at the motion. “See? You can do anything you want to.”

A small grin stretched itself onto Cyrus’s face. “Thanks, T.J. It means a lot.” The two shared a gaze again, and Cyrus, intrigued, almost took a step closer, but the sound of bustling emitted from the kitchen, breaking the two boys from their stare.

“Cyrus!” a loud voice bellowed. Cyrus cringed at its volume. His mother with her perfect timing, as always. “I’m home!”

Cyrus smiled sheepishly at T.J. before turning towards the direction his mother’s voice was carrying from. “Coming!” He glanced back at T.J., making a motioning signal with a dip of his head. “Come on,” Cyrus said softly. He placed a hand softly onto the small of the basketball player’s back, and guided the boy forward. “I hope you like baby taters!”

After the two boys piled their plates up with food (it was burgers and baby taters and milkshakes galore!), they plopped down on the couch (which was a rarity for Cyrus, but his mom allowed him to eat on it just this once. He guessed even she wasn’t going to deny him this one normal teenage experience). For a few minutes they just stuffed their mouth with food, although Cyrus was trying to persuade T.J. to pick a movie in between bites of his delectable taters.

“Come on, T.J.,” he insisted. “Just pick one.”

T.J. shrugged, popping one absentmindedly into his mouth. He seemed indifferent to all three choices. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

Cyrus groaned. He studied all three movies in front of him (Jurassic Park, The Notebook, and The Wizard of Oz) as if they would inform him what movie would best be suitable for his company. “I picked an action movie, a romantic-comedy, and a classic musical. How much more variety do you want?” he exclaimed.

T.J. snorted, but humored Cyrus nevertheless. “Fine, I’ll pick one.” He glanced over the titles without much care and pointed to the one on the right. “That one.”

Cyrus looked at him with surprised, widened eyes. “The Wizard of Oz?” he asked questioningly, as if to make sure T.J.’s decision hadn’t been a mistake. “I thought you would’ve picked Jurassic Park, honestly.”

T.J. shrugged. “My mom loves that movie, so I kind of grew up watching it,” he admitted. Cyrus realized it was the first time that T.J. had ever really mentioned his parents, so he just nodded and wordlessly popped the disc in.

“Do you know what happened behind the scenes of this movie?” Cyrus asked as the introduction began to play. “I hear it’s pretty macabre—”

T.J. grimaced. “Please spare me the gory details,” he insisted, scrunching his nose. Cyrus smiled secretly to himself. He thought T.J. looked adorable when he scrunched his nose up like that.

Stop! he reminded himself as the thought popped in his head. You just went down this road with Jonah, do you really want to go through this again? When T.J. gave him a sweet smile, his heart melted. Yes, it seemed like he did want to go through this again.

As these thoughts swirled around his head, Cyrus tried to wipe them from his mind and, in better judgement, forced himself to turn his attention back to the movie. He thought that T.J. would find it pretty weird if he was being more attentive to him than to Dorothy.

During the first twenty minutes or so of the movie, Cyrus was pretty successful in his pursuit. He only caught himself glancing at T.J. a couple of times (three, to be exact, but who was counting?) and, by the time Dorothy was prancing around Oz on the newfound Yellow Brick Road, Cyrus tore his gaze away from the television and allowed himself one freebie to ask T.J. a question. “Who’s your favorite character?”

T.J. looked at him in confusion, and scanned his face calculatingly, as if he could deduct the reasoning behind Cyrus’s random question by his facial expressions alone. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Cyrus claimed. Actually, he had learned from his shrink parents that people had a reason behind every action, like, or dislike; they even had a reason behind something as simple as a favorite character in a movie.

What more was there to the guarded basketball player than what was seen on the surface?

T.J. sighed. “I dunno,” he said, glancing down at his lap for a second. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt before his gaze shifted back to Cyrus. “Probably the Scarecrow.”

Cyrus tilted his head in curiosity. “Why him?”

T.J. shrugged again, and Cyrus wanted to put both of his hands on T.J.’s shoulders to physically restrain him from lifting them. He knew it was a nervous tick of T.J.’s, one he usually did when the atmosphere felt more heavy or uncomfortable than he was used to. “I guess because he ends up being smart and stuff,” he admitted, his eyes quickly flickering to Cyrus before flitting away again. “Even though he thinks he’s stupid the entire movie.”

Cyrus felt a zap go through his body in shock. Was…was T.J. referring to his learning disability? He knew that T.J. was insecure about it but…he seemed so devastated. “The Scarecrow was smart all along,” Cyrus pointed out, feeling his throat tighten. His heart hurt for the boy beside him, and he allowed his hand to lightly brush against T.J.’s forearm in order to console the boy. “He just needed someone to believe in him.”

T.J. finally fully turned towards Cyrus. “Yeah,” he mumbled, a small half-smile on his face. “I guess you’re right.”

Cyrus beamed exultantly. He wanted more than anything for T.J. to believe that he was worth something; he desired the same for himself everyday. “Of course I’m right,” Cyrus said determinedly. Couldn’t T.J. see that he was so much more than his disability? Cyrus wished that he could show T.J. how he saw him, how much he admired him, but, then again, that would be outing his feelings to the boy and, even more so, himself, and Cyrus wasn’t sure if he was ready to do that just yet.

“What about you?” T.J. asked, a curious tone lining his voice.

Cyrus glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Who’s your favorite character?”

Cyrus pondered for a moment. Who was his favorite character? And why were they his favorite in the first place? “I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. He thought about it for a couple more seconds before giving a definite answer. “The Cowardly Lion,” he confirmed for the boy.

T.J. raised his eyebrows. “Because he ends up being brave in the end?”

Cyrus smiled. “Yeah. Because he ends up being brave in the end.” Suddenly Cyrus was glad that T.J. chose this movie after all.

About midway through the musical, Cyrus inquired T.J. about their upcoming activity that he had up his sleeve. “When do you want to play Truth or Dare?”

T.J. gave him an indifferent expression. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

Cyrus leaned forward and turned down the volume so that they could speak at a normal decibel without struggling to be heard over the movie. “How about right now?” he asked ecstatically. The prospect of playing the thrilling game was causing excitement to drum through his veins. It was exhilarating!

T.J. sat up and he adjusted himself so that he faced Cyrus. “Fine,” he said, feigning annoyance. His smile gave his tone of voice away. “You go first.”

Cyrus beamed. “Okay. So…,” he began ominously. T.J. grinned. “T.J., truth or dare?”

T.J. raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner. “Dare,” he said matter-of-factly.

Cyrus racked his brain before coming up with a particularly deadly dare, and he smiled widely. “Okay, okay,” he started, gesturing towards T.J. “I dare you to call Buffy and tell her that you think she’s better than you at basketball.”

T.J. groaned into a pillow. “No,” he grumbled reluctantly. Cyrus grinned happily. He didn’t know he was going to make T.J. cave so easily.

“Come oooon,” he drawled, handing T.J. his phone.

T.J. pouted his lips, just like he had that one day on the swings, and Cyrus felt his face burn. T.J. looks so cute, Cyrus commented. He so badly wanted to move forward, and…well, kiss him.

Cyrus tried to suppress the feelings rising up inside of him. It was becoming harder and harder to fight off his feelings for T.J. with each passing minute…

“Hello?” T.J. said boredly into his phone. Cyrus shook himself from his thoughts. He didn’t even remember T.J. calling Buffy! He must’ve zoned out.

Cyrus heard Buffy speak, but her voice was muffled through T.J.’s phone, and he urged T.J. to put her on speakerphone. The boy’s gaze shifted over to Cyrus momentarily, and he followed his request, swiftly pressing the speakerphone button before placing his cellphone between them on the couch.

“—and you have the audacity to call me?” she finished with an annoyed huff. Cyrus looked questioningly at the basketball player, and T.J. shrugged, looking just as lost as he was.

“Buffy,” T.J. started, “I have something to tell you.”

Cyrus could practically see his best friend roll her eyes cynically, despite her being in her own house at the moment. “It better start with ‘Buffy’ and end with ‘I’m sorry for being such a jerk’.”

T.J. tilted his head forward. “Actually,” he began to correct, “I’m calling you because I wanted to tell you that you’re better than me at basketball.” T.J. scrunched his nose at his own words, glaring at Cyrus for giving him such an awful dare, and Cyrus smiled smugly in return.

“What?” Buffy asked, her voice clearly sounding skeptical. “T.J., you always tell me that I stink and should drop the team, but now you’re telling me I’m better than you?”

“Pretty much,” T.J. said curtly. Cyrus could tell that some kind of dark energy was thrumming in the boy across from him, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly what it was.

“Which of course I already knew,” Buffy said arrogantly, speaking as if T.J. hadn’t even said anything at all, “but I’m still not sure if I’m following. How exactly did you come to this conclusion?”

T.J. clenched his jaw frustratedly, and Cyrus reached forward to hold his hand, to squeeze his shoulder, anything at all to help him calm down. He had never really seen T.J. get so worked up before. “I’ve always known you were better than me,” he admitted angrily. He crossed his arms, and Cyrus settled on resting his hand on his knee instead of grabbing his hand. “It’s why I lash out at you all the time. I’m just…frustrated because you’re better than me at everything.” Cyrus’s eyes widened at the basketball player’s words; he knew that T.J. wasn’t just saying this to complete a silly dare. He actually thought this and was insecure about it. Clearly a nerve had been struck.

Buffy, completely floored, began to speak. “T.J., I—”

T.J. swiped his phone from between them, clutching it so hard that Cyrus was afraid that the glass might shatter in his fingertips. “Whatever. Just forget I said anything.” And with that he angrily tapped the hang up button, tossing his phone onto the plush rug underneath them.

Cyrus didn’t know what to say at first. He had no idea T.J. felt that way. “T.J., is…is that true?”

T.J. let out a long, deep sigh, and he slumped onto the cushion. “Yeah.”

Cyrus scooted closer, and tried to ignore the way the butterflies in his stomach fluttered as their knees brushed against each other. “That’s why you hate Buffy so much? You think she’s better than you?” he asked in disbelief. The news was shocking, to say the least. Cyrus had always wondered why T.J. had such a vendetta against Buffy, but he had never imagined this. Not in a million years.

“It’s just part of my stuff, I guess,” he joked lamely, but Cyrus saw straight through his mask and saw the pain that was lying underneath.

“Hey, it’s okay to be insecure,” Cyrus assured him. In a moment of feeling particularly daring, he moved closer, and his heart soared when T.J. didn’t flinch or move away. “I feel insecure all the time. It’s just part of being a teenager.” Or, in his case, just a part of being Cyrus.

“I don’t want it to be,” T.J. confessed tiredly. He drew in a deep breath before he sat up, shaking out his arms as if to rid himself of any insecurities he had. If only it were that simple. “Anyway, truth or dare, Cyrus?”

Cyrus gave him a worried glance. “T.J.…”

“I’m fine,” T.J. insisted adamantly, although Cyrus didn’t quite believe it. “So…?”

“Truth,” Cyrus answered.

T.J. huffed out through his nose, clearly expecting his answer. “Not surprised.”

“Hey!” Cyrus defended. “Honesty can be more bold than an actual dare.”

T.J. humored him. “Fine.” He paused, seeming to be deep in thought. After a moment, he looked at Cyrus decidedly. “What is some of your stuff?”

Cyrus froze, his heart pounding in his ears. His stuff? Did he mean…about him liking boys? What would T.J. even say if he told him? Would he react badly? What if he hated him? “T.J., I…” Cyrus felt his throat tighten. Was he even ready?

T.J. seemed to notice the frightened look glimmering in his eyes, and he rested a hand on Cyrus’s shoulder, keeping an intense gaze. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything deep, just…tell me something that you haven’t told me already.”

Cyrus felt relieved beyond words, and he sent an appreciative smile T.J.’s way. “Alright…um,” he started nervously. He racked his brain. What was something he could tell T.J.? “Oh, I know! I’m scared of the dark.”

T.J. raised his eyebrow dubiously. “You’re scared of the dark?” Cyrus nodded solemnly. Suddenly he felt self-conscious at his sudden confession. He knew that it wasn’t normal for boys his age to still be scared of the dark, but Cyrus feared that it was a part of his deeply rooted trauma that he’d never be able to rid himself of.

“That’s gotta be rough,” T.J. offered, and Cyrus felt relief wash over him at his response. Of course T.J. wouldn’t make fun of him! This was the same guy who didn’t tease him for singing a song about going down the slide. How could he expect anything less from T.J. in the first place?

“Yeah, my phobia is high maintenance at times,” Cyrus admitted. “Especially in the winter when it gets dark earlier than normal. But I usually go to bed at 8:30, so it’s pretty manageable,” he elaborated.

“You go to bed at 8:30?”

Cyrus didn’t think the basketball player’s tone could get anymore incredulous. “Yep!” He checked his phone, which blinked back at him with the time. 10:27 PM. Crud! He hadn’t stayed up this late since he had a late night fashion show with his new James Bond ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ collection. “And…I might crash any minute.” Cyrus said in desperation. “We better go to sleep ASAP!” He hurriedly threw a blanket over him, but it landed on his head instead of his lap, which had been his intended target. He heard a small chuckle leave T.J.’s mouth, and the boy carefully unveiled it from Cyrus’s head, revealing his now disheveled hair underneath.

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet,” T.J. told him. Suddenly, the basketball player got a mischievous glint in his eye that made something dark bubble in Cyrus’s stomach. Whatever he was about to propose was not going to be good. “Hey, I know. We should pull an all-nighter!”

Cyrus made a face. “T.J., I just told you. I’m scared of the dark,” he whined.

T.J. shrugged. “I’ll be right here beside you. Besides, we can leave the lamp on.”

Cyrus looked at T.J.’s hopeful expression on his face, and he relented. He would be safe with T.J., right? “Can I get my Diplodocus nightlight? It helps me sleep at night,” he admitted.

T.J. looked at him blankly. “Diplo-what?”

Cyrus just shook his head good-naturedly at the boy. Perhaps they didn’t share an interest for the most fascinating species that had once ruled the earth like Iris had, but Cyrus wouldn’t have it any other way. “Never mind, I’ll go get it.”

When Cyrus returned with his Diplodocus nightlight, he found T.J. at the entertainment center, ejecting The Wizard of Oz disc (that had long been over) and putting Jurassic Park in its place.

“What are we even going to do all night?” Cyrus asked as he struggled to plug in his nightlight. He forced it into the outlet, the prongs of the dinosaur light being reluctant to go into the slits in the wall. With one last shove, the device slid into the outlet, causing it to shadow a faint glow throughout the otherwise darkly lit room. Finally! Now that that was hooked up…

“I don’t know. We can keep watching movies, and we can still play Truth or Dare…,” T.J. trailed off as Cyrus rose up next to him. “Sound good?” T.J. said, giving him a soft smile.

Cyrus got lost in his blue-green eyes. “Y-yeah, sounds good,” he stammered. He felt himself get flustered as he realized he was staring longer than what was considered appropriate, and his eyes darted away in embarrassment. “I gotta go change into my PJs!” he exclaimed, turning his head quickly to hide the blush on his cheeks.

T.J. blinked dazedly, as if he had been broken from a trance. “Okay?”

Cyrus clambered to his bedroom (almost tripping on the way there), and he closed his door in a flourish, heaving behind it. How was he going to last the night with T.J. being so…cute, and lovable, and amazing? He had absolutely no clue.

After dressing himself into his dinosaur pajamas (they fit the occasion, after all), he took a deep breath, his hand gripping the metal door handle tightly. You can do this, he reminded himself. Just don’t be weird. Cyrus almost laughed at his advice to himself. Not being weird was easier said than done in his case.

As he strolled out into the living room, smoothing out his clothes nervously, his eyes swept over the room. Where is T.J.? he asked himself in the painstakingly empty living room. Before he knew it, a loud, “Boo!” sounded behind him, and Cyrus jumped, his heart racing.

“You scared me!” he claimed breathlessly, clutching his hand over his heart. For the first time, he noticed that T.J. had changed as well. He was now donning a pair of sweatpants and a white V-neck that almost made Cyrus flush in comparison.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, but the mirth dancing in his eyes gave away the sincerity of his apology. T.J.’s eyes then flitted down to Cyrus’s attire, and he smirked. “Cute.”

Cyrus blushed again, and he felt tingly from his head to his toes. “I know it’s nerdy to have dinosaur pajamas, but…,” Cyrus trailed off, not exactly knowing how to finish.

T.J.’s grin grew even wider. “I wasn’t making fun of them.” Oh. Was…was T.J. calling his pajamas cute? Or was he referring to Cyrus?

“Thanks,” Cyrus mumbled, his cheeks twinged pink. This boy was going to be the death of him.

T.J. flopped down onto the floor, nestling into the narrow space of the double sectional, and he patted the limited space beside him. Cyrus swiped the remote off of the coffee table and he pressed play before seating himself snugly between the L-shaped part of the couch and T.J., and Cyrus couldn’t help but hold his breath. T.J. was so close.

T.J. beamed at him, seeming unbothered by their close proximity, and he snatched a blanket off of the back of the couch. “I’m cold,” he claimed, pulling it across his body. He threw some of it onto Cyrus’s lap, too, and Cyrus snuggled against its warmth.

“Me, too,” Cyrus said with a small smile on his face. How he stopped himself from completely melting on the floor, he had no clue.

As the movie started up, the two boys kept up a tame game of Truth or Dare while they watched Dr. Alan Grant and Dr. Ellie Sattler traipse around the park with Lex and Tim. Whenever Cyrus would ask the infamous question (“Truth or Dare?”), T.J. would always answer with ‘dare’, to which Cyrus had to rack his brain to conjure up for (most of the dares he gave T.J. consisted of prank calling random people from school, since Cyrus did not want T.J. to leave their comfy little spot on the floor). It was a while of back and forth, but, after a round that ended on Cyrus’s turn, it was apparent that T.J. was beginning to slowly lose consciousness.

“T.J.!” Cyrus exclaimed as the boy next to him slumped onto his shoulder. His heart began to pound at the prospect of being by himself in the dark. While normally he felt safe with his nightlight on, he still felt like he was being swallowed whole by the surrounding void around him. The living room was a lot bigger than his bedroom!

Cyrus began to tug on T.J.’s sleeve, and T.J. nuzzled against Cyrus’s shoulder at the motion instead of waking up like Cyrus had hoped. “T.J., wake up!” he hissed urgently.

A loud, rattling stomp sounded from the surround sound system, and Cyrus felt himself tremble. His favorite cold-blooded friends seemed a lot scarier when it was dark out. “T.J.!” he called out again.

“Hmm?” the boy murmured, lifting his head slightly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced at his surroundings in a confused manner before his eyes landed back onto Cyrus. “What’s wrong?”

Cyrus cracked a small smile at the boy’s mussed hair, but a scream from the television reminded him of the fear that was bubbling in his stomach. “The movie is scaring me,” he admitted.

T.J. huffed and slumped back onto Cyrus’s shoulder. “I thought you’ve seen this movie before.”

“Never in the dark,” he said worriedly. He continued to fiddle with T.J.’s T-shirt anxiously, its soft, soothing material feeling nice against Cyrus’s fingertips.

T.J. drew in a breath of air and exhaled deeply, and Cyrus shivered from the boy’s breath on his neck. This wasn’t a normal thing to do, right? Most boys would never (dare he say it) cuddle…would they? He had no experience, really, unless he counted Jonah, and they had never gone as far as pats on the back and slung arms around each other’s shoulders.

Before he had a chance to overthink their current situation, T.J. broke him from his thoughts. “Tell me all the dinosaurs you know,” T.J. said, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.

Cyrus’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What? How—”

“Just tell me about them,” T.J. mumbled against his shoulder, and Cyrus swallowed before answering him.

“Alright.” He would take any opportunity to talk about his favorite species, even if he didn’t know T.J.’s motive behind the request. “There’s the Stegosaurus…oh, did you know it only has a brain the size of a walnut? Crazy, right? And the Saltopus…” Cyrus continued to list all of his favorite dinosaurs, and all of the fun facts he knew about them (did you know that a Argentinosaurus was the longest and the heaviest dinosaur?). Despite being on the brink of unconsciousness, T.J. tried his hardest to stay awake to listen to him. He even laughed at some of the puns Cyrus made about dinosaurs, which Cyrus appreciated wholeheartedly. Most people didn’t value his well thought out reptile puns to the extent that he wanted them to.

By the time he finished his extensive rambling, the credits were rolling onto the screen, and Cyrus realized what T.J.’s intent had been. He had been trying to distract him from the movie, and it had worked perfectly! That sly boy…

After he turned off the TV using minimal movement (T.J. had just fallen asleep, and he would’ve felt bad for waking him up again), Cyrus cautiously wrapped an arm around T.J.’s upper torso. Hey, if he was going to be in this position for the rest of the night, he might as well get comfy, right? That’s what he told himself, at least.

Before he allowed himself to drift off to sleep, Cyrus looked over at T.J. This was the boy who had just listened to him babble about dinosaurs for thirty minutes instead of laughing at him. Who’s to say that T.J. would hate him for being gay? Or would be opposed to it? Maybe he would be indifferent, or maybe he’d be supportive. But, either way, Cyrus really wanted to tell T.J. about his stuff. And he hoped that T.J. would be open to telling him about his, too.

When Cyrus woke up the next morning, he smelled the distinct scent of sweet maple syrup wafting from the kitchen, and he burst up, completely forgetting that T.J. was leaning on him.

“Ow!” T.J. winced tiredly, burying his head back into Cyrus’s shoulder.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Cyrus said, shaking him awake, “time to eat breakfast!”

T.J. groaned, but got up nevertheless, fixing his twisted white V-neck as he yawned. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked as he rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up.

Cyrus grinned. “If I know my mom, she’s making her famous waffles!” He hurried over to the kitchen bar, settling himself into a stool, and T.J. followed suit. Across from the bar was Cyrus’s mom, grabbing plates out of the pantry for the two boys.

“Hey, boys,” she said cheerfully, setting down a plate and a glass in front of them. She filled each glass up to the brim with orange juice, and Cyrus smiled back at her.

“Good morning, Mom!” he exclaimed. She came over and kissed his cheek as she plopped down a steaming waffle onto each of their plates. “Ooh, these are the best waffles ever!”

“They are, aren’t they?” she boasted. She checked the time before grabbing her suit jacket and a briefcase. “Me and your stepfather are heading out to the office, so you boys behave yourselves, all right?”

“We promise!” Cyrus told her while T.J. gave out a weak, “Will do,” and with that, Cyrus’s mom and stepdad were out the door after a flourish of blown kisses and waves goodbye. Oh, did they love their little boy!

T.J. grabbed the bottle of syrup, squeezing a plentiful amount onto his waffle before cutting off a bite-sized piece with his fork and sticking it into his mouth with a satisfied “mhm”. Cyrus dug into his own, making sure to pile tons of whipped cream on top of his. T.J. looked at the bottle with longing eyes before he sprayed some onto his own waffles, too.

“This tastes so good,” he murmured to himself as he stuffed his mouth full. Cyrus laughed.

“I told you they were the best!” T.J. nodded in agreement, adding another waffle or two onto both of their plates. After they finished up, scraping their plates prior to dropping them into the sink, they both drifted back into the living room, neither of them having a plan on what to do next. As they plopped onto the couches, their stomachs full, they plunged into an awkward silence.

“Thanks for staying up with me last night,” Cyrus said, daring himself to glance at the boy beside him. He was so close to T.J. he could just reach out and touch him. From his spot on the double sectional Cyrus took note of the sharp curve of T.J.’s jawline, the light splay of freckles dotted across his cheeks that were only visible up close, the hue of his eyes (they seemed to vary from color to color, he had realized), and the cute slope of his nose. And—wait, was that syrup on the corner of his mouth?

“No problem, even though I was supposed to stay up all night with—what are you doing?” T.J. asked. Cyrus paused, boring into his eyes and his thumb ceased in motion. I didn’t even realize I was doing that!

Cyrus quickly withdrew his hand, almost as if T.J.’s skin had burned him, and he blushed deeply. “Sorry, uh…,” how do I explain this without sounding weird? “…you had syrup on your face.”

T.J. gave Cyrus that small smirk he had become accustomed to, and the butterflies in his stomach flared up at the gesture. “Oh, okay.” Just then, a buzz emitted from T.J.’s phone (saving Cyrus from the tense silence that was sure to follow), and T.J. grabbed it from the coffee table where it had been resting. He read the message and typed a quick reply before tossing it aside carelessly. “My mom’s coming to pick me up in twenty minutes.”

Cyrus’s stomach dropped. He had been planning to tell T.J. his secret today! And now he was pressed for time…maybe he should postpone?

No, a voice in his head (that suspiciously sounded like Buffy) interrupted him. You can do this. It’ll be okay.

Cyrus took a deep breath before he returned back to reality to find T.J. staring back at him.

“You okay?” the basketball player asked him with worried eyebrows, and Cyrus nodded once, building up the courage the meet T.J.’s eyeline.

“I hope I will be.” At T.J.’s confused expression, Cyrus just shook his head. “I wanted to tell you about my stuff,” he admitted.

T.J. grinned. “Oh, so you have other stuff besides being afraid of the dark and swinging too high?” he teased, and Cyrus smiled back, but wasn’t able to match T.J.’s mirth with all the knots in his belly making him feel nauseated.

“Yeah. This is worse.” he said, his heart beginning to pound. There’s no going back now. “I have a crush.”

T.J. tilted his head to the side slightly in confusion. “That’s not too bad.”

Cyrus gulped. Here goes nothing. “On a boy.”

T.J.’s eyebrows jumped in surprise. Clearly he had not expected that to come out of Cyrus’s mouth. “Really?” he asked in pure disbelief.

Cyrus’s stomach plunged. Was he wrong about T.J.? Would T.J. stop being his friend just because he liked boys instead of girls? “Yeah. Are…are you okay with that?” Cyrus asked worriedly, fidgeting with material of his dinosaur pajamas. In order to avoid looking at T.J. (he was probably giving him murderous glances at the moment), he began to list the dinosaurs he saw on his PJs. Oh, look, a T-Rex. And there’s a Velociraptor. Ooh, and a Triceratops…

T.J. snorted, shaking Cyrus from his train of thought. “Cyrus, I’d be kind of a hypocrite if I wasn’t.”

Cyrus’s head jerked up in surprise. Had he heard that right? “Wait, what?” he said bluntly. He was in too much shock to be embarrassed. Was T.J. like him? Had he been gay all along?

T.J. sighed, and he twiddled with the tassles hanging decoratively off of one of the couch pillows, mirroring Cyrus’s nervous tactics from a few moments before. “I like a guy, too.”

Cyrus’s eyes widened. He had definitely not expected this at all. “Oh. On who?”

T.J. paused on fidgeting with the tassles, and he gave a raised eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?”

Cyrus nodded fervently at the boy’s remark, and T.J.’s expression morphed into a slight smirk at Cyrus’s eager response. “Guess we’ll have to play Truth or Dare to find out.”

Under normal circumstances Cyrus would’ve laughed and humored the boy, but this was no ordinary circumstance, and he was hungry for information. “Okay, T.J., truth or da—”

“Ah, ah, ah, Underdog,” T.J. chastised him, much like how Cyrus had done to him earlier that morning. “It’s my turn.” Cyrus nearly slapped himself. Of course it was T.J.’s turn. What if T.J. asked him about his crush? And would he tell him the truth? Should he? And what if T.J. liked him back? He hadn’t even thought about that possibility…

Cyrus shoved all of his questions and comments to the back of his mind, all of them overwhelming his brain. Just focus on the task at hand, he reminded himself. That seemed to calm him down.

“Underdog, truth or dare?” T.J. asked with a smirk so wide that it made Cyrus feel uneasy.

“Truth,” he responded as his heart pounded in his chest. What could go wrong with the truth?

T.J. smiled at his response. Uh oh. This couldn’t be good. “Who do you like, Cyrus?”

Cyrus’s heart completely stopped beating. That. That is what could go wrong with the truth. “I’m afraid to say.”

T.J. lightly tapped his knee. “I won’t judge.”

Cyrus gulped, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Was it too late to back out? “I like…,” I can’t believe I’m about to say this, “…you,” he breathed out. His heart skipped. “I like you, T.J.”

The boy in front of him seemed to remain indifferent to his confession, but Cyrus thought he caught a hint of a smile being fought back. Or maybe he was reading too much into T.J.’s expressions? He did tend to have an overactive imagination at times.

“Your turn,” T.J. reminded him, managing to maintain a straight face. Cyrus silently cursed at him for his poker face. He could put gamblers to shame.

“Truth or dare?” Cyrus asked breathlessly.

T.J. pretended to think about it before answering. “Truth.”

Cyrus’s breath caught in his throat, and he fought back a smile. Normally T.J. picked dare. “Who do you like, T.J.?”

T.J. scooted a few centimeters closer, which didn’t go unnoticed by Cyrus. “Well, the guy I like is super smart…” Don’t get your hopes up, Cyrus. It could be anyone. “And he really, really likes chocolate chocolate-chip muffins.” Anyone can have an affinity for those, they’re delicious! “I had to help get him one once, actually.”

An indescribable feeling bloomed throughout Cyrus’s entire body, and he raised his head to meet T.J.’s line of sight. Surely there couldn’t have been more than one guy that T.J. had helped get a chocolate chocolate-chip muffin, right? “Really?”

“Really.” Before Cyrus could squeal, or do anything to remotely express the unlimited amount of joy he was feeling in that moment, T.J. spoke. “So, Cyrus, truth or dare?”

Cyrus was confused for a second. T.J. still wanted to play? Even after they had confessed their feelings for each other? He glanced at T.J. unsurely; what did he have up his sleeve? “You know what? I’ll choose dare.”

A smile broke out onto T.J.’s face; Cyrus gave him exactly what he wanted.

T.J. inched closer to him, and Cyrus’s breath caught in his throat at the action. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Cyrus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Wait…T.J. wanted him to kiss him? On the lips? Was he serious? Surely he couldn’t have meant that…

His eyes flickered unsurely up to T.J., who looked pretty confident in his statement. When T.J. raised his eyebrows expectantly, Cyrus took a deep breath and, in a sudden burst of confidence, shakily leaned forward. Was he actually doing this? Was this actually happening?

Cyrus’s eyes flitted down to T.J.’s lips one last time before he closed his eyes and plunged forward, pressing his lips firmly against T.J.’s. He was actually doing this!

His heart hammered in his chest as T.J.’s lips moved softly against his own, and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest. This was probably the most exciting thing to happen to him, ever!

Cyrus, originally having no place for his hands, ended up cradling both sides of T.J.’s face while T.J.’s hands rested on the side of his neck, his fingers curling around the nape of his neck, and Cyrus was pretty sure that they had both died and gone to heaven. Stuff like this didn’t happen to him. Surely this was some beautiful, amazing dream! And definitely one that he never wanted to end!

Eventually they broke apart, both of them desperately needing air, and Cyrus beamed in disbelief as he caught his breath. “That was…”

“Wow,” T.J. agreed, running a hand through his tousled hair incredulously. His eyes were sparkling, and Cyrus wondered if his own eyes were mirroring T.J.’s delirious expression.

Their eyes met in their half-dazed state, and T.J. began to lean in once more, causing Cyrus’s heart to pound in anticipation. However, before their lips met again, they were both shaken from their mesmerized stupor by a rattling honk! that emitted from outside.

T.J. sighed at the sudden sound. “That would be my mom,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from Cyrus. He began to collect his belongings near the entryway, and Cyrus shuffled behind him, unwilling to let the boy go just yet.

As T.J. slung his backpack over his shoulder, he quickly pulled on his shoes and tucked his sleeping bag under his arm. “Looks like I got this out for noth—hmph!” Cyrus cut him off with one last sweet, chaste kiss on the lips, and he abruptly pulled away before T.J. had time to react.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow? At the swings?” Cyrus asked, a deep blush highlighting his cheeks.

T.J. beamed widely in response, and he ruffled Cyrus’s hair before he strolled out the door. “I’ll see you there,” he said, grinning over his shoulder. As Cyrus watched T.J. descend down the porch steps, waving at him one last time before he left his line of sight, he leaned against the door frame with a smile on his face. Sleepovers were more than he bargained for, that’s for sure!

Bless this for finally being finished. I absolutely loved this prompt (you guys should’ve seen the outline for this, it was pretty hilarious!), and I hope all of you guys like it, too. Please leave a comment to let me know if my hard work paid off at all (seriously, comments and kudos are so encouraging and I appreciate them tons!). Check me out on AO3 and fanfiction.net, as well. Thanks for reading!

~emmagrace13

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