#the one that made your heart hurt everytime you saw him in the hallway

[upsidedownmvnson]

reader is insecure about being chubby | eddie munson blurb

requested by anon <3

warnings: insecurities, fluff, really mean bullying names, may be a long blurb idk

AN: i was chubby so i felt this one, and nothing said here wasn't said abt me in real life, but i know eddie would love something soft to grab

Everytime you walked to hallways, you had Eddie Munson's undivided attention. He was totally enamored with you. Every inch of you was a treat. The wide hips, every curve, the huge boobies, an ass he wanted to grab a handful of... The boy was obsessed. He would make up any excuse to talk to you, and anytime he could make you smile, he would be on top of the world for the rest of the day.

All day everyday Eddie would be tripping over himself to get your attention, but you saw it as something friendly. You thought Eddie was trying to be your friend. You thought maybe he saw you as a potential for Hellfire.

You were so wrong.

You, of course, were also smitten for Eddie. You would curl into yourself whenever he was around, he just made you feel so shy. He was so bold, so confident. It was something you admired about him. He was so rough, all leather, denim and calloused guitar fingers. You wanted to feel those fingers.

Today, you were wearing a skirt, against your typical covering wardrobe. You were excited when you left the house, but now you were just nervous. People looking at your legs, judging them. It made a shiver shoot down your spine. You were at your locker, trying to make yourself disappear into the metal.

"Damn, babe," Eddie said, leaning on the locker next to yours. He chuckled when his words startled you but talking, "you look good today."

"Stop," you said, heat rising in your cheeks and neck. You probably looked ridiculous, but Eddie's smile was as kind as always.

He brought his hand up to run one of those beautifully rough fingers across your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face.

"Pretty," he said quietly, trailing that finger down the side of your neck before dropping it back to his side. His eyes were a little wide like he hadn't meant to actually say that out loud.

"Eddie?" you kept your voice low, questioning his sudden desire to have his hands on you. It wasn't actually sudden, it's just the first time you perceived it as anything other than friendly.

"It's time for you to put me out of my misery," Eddie said, hand over his heart feigned agony. "Would you please do me the honour of going out with me this friday night?"

"You want to go out with me?" you asked, cheeks burning under the skin.

Eddie chuckled a little, but his eyes held a hint of confusion. His voice was soft, but questioning. "You can't really be that shocked, I mean... I've been coming on pretty strong."

Now you were embarrassed, your insecurities preventing yourself from enjoying the compliment. You were too stunned to say anything, but Eddie's eyes were kind, they encouraged you not to retreat into your shell. He was too sweet, touching your shoulder to keep you grounded. You felt his warmth threw the shirt you were wearing.

"Hey," he said softly. "Where'd ya go?" When you just blushed further, he said, "it's okay to talk to me, I've got your back sweetheart."

"Eddie we can't go out," you said finally, the disappointment clear on his face. He didn't try to hide the sadness clouding his eyes.

"Why not?" he asked, "it's okay you don't have to explain. Somebody else already, huh?" His defensive babbling continued, as he tried to mask his hurt feelings at the thought of your rejection. "I shoulda known a catch like you already had somebody sweet on her, I mean... damn, you're beautiful."

"Eddie, stop." You refused to tear up in the hallway, that would only attract the sharks. "It would be ridiculous. People would make fun of us."

It hurt Eddie's feelings at first, thinking you were talking about him, and his reputation. But after examining the look on your face, he realized you were talking about yourself, as if you would somehow be dragging him down. And that didn't make sense to him at all, you were so fucking cute.

"What do you mean?" he asked, try to keep your attention up at him. An intimate moment lost in the crowd of the students in the school. You and Eddie just seemed kind of, lost in your own little world. "Who would laugh at you?"

"I don't know? The basketball players? What if they ask you what it's like to ride the piggy?" You sounded small. Like your own words were taking up too much space, so you made them smaller.

"Do... do people call you uh... stuff like that?" he asked, unable to make himself say the actual words. Afraid to ever let you hear a words like that come out of his mouth. "That's- that's fucking horrifying, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that."

The softness of his voice was a pleasant surprise. Like he knocked off the theatrics and let you see what he was really thinking, feeling.

"I don't want to overstep anything," he said, voice dipping low so no one else heard him say, "but you have no idea how sexy I think you are. If you'd let me..." his voice dropped even lower, sensual and seductive, close to your ear, whispering, "...I'll show you."

"Eddie," you whispered, cheeks hotter than you'd ever felt. The blush looked more maroon than pink. "There are people everywhere."

"And they'd be jealous," he said, backing off and raising his voice back to normal, "because you are the hottest girl in school, and you're all for me... but we can make that official when I take you out on Friday."

[viilpstick]

Anyways😍

I'm not gonna send fics to u for a hot minute not only bc I don't have anything fully written other than these last two that I make but also bc I'm scared of being a bother sksjksjs

ONCE AGAIN DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR NOT READING/ANSWERING RIGHT AWAY I know how school can be so hard and take so much of your time! In fact, I expect you to take ur time answering, since I assume you're busy. So don't worry!

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It's been weeks, Daisy noticed, that Ruggie Bucchi, the greediest person she knew, had started sharing his food with her. Granted, he wasn't sharing his actual meal, but everytime he somehow could get his hands on a dessert, especially if they were pumpkin flavored, he would always give them to her.

Sometimes Daisy thought he went out of his way to get his hands on said desserts just for her, but that was an obscure theory that Daisy was ashamed of even pondering. 

That all happened after the incident with Azul and his contract with Daisy, and the sharing of desserts was only the beginning. She also noticed how he started being… more gentle with her. If he happened to be around, he’d hold the door open for her; if her hair happened to be a mess, he would quickly fix it for her; if he passed by her in the hallways of the school, he would quickly pet her head and continue walking as if nothing had happened. The Ruggie Bucchi, known for being greedy, selfish and for never doing anything for anyone unless he got something in return, was suddenly doing all of this for Daisy… but with what intent?

Initially, Daisy assumed he wanted to somehow make her in debt with him, but he never showed any signs of asking for something in return, nor did he ever voice wanting something from her. Then, she thought maybe she had him in debt with her, but she remembered him saying that his debt for her helping him recover after Leona's overblot had already been paid for him helping her stay in Savanaclaw. Soon she came to the conclusion that maybe she was just thinking too much about all of this. So Ruggie was being nicer to her, what about it?

Except… she couldn't deny her big crush on the hyena beastman. She couldn't deny how endearing she thought he was by always commenting on his beloved grandma, how amazed she was at his hard work and determination and how much his support in the few days she stayed at Savanaclaw meant to her. She couldn't deny any of it.

And she guessed… she thought he was quite handsome as well…

The thing is, Daisy couldn't stop thinking about each and everyone of Ruggie’s small acts of kindness and care, not when every movement of his made her heart skip a beat and her face blush to an unbelievable extent. She kept wondering why he was suddenly like this, so thoughtful and caring around her… yet her brain kept telling her it was probably nothing much, that she was overthinking… he was probably just showing he saw her as a friend. Which she liked to believe she was but… the idea of being seen as only a friend by him was no longer appealing. She hated being so selfish but she wanted to be way more than a friend.

“I’m certain Ruggie’s got a crush on the prefect.” Ace had said once, making Daisy blush as she looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“W-what makes you think that?”

“Daisy, have you ever seen Ruggie be this considerate to literally anyone else? As a guy who's been in a relationship I can tell a crush from a mile away.”

“You have one relationship experience and you ended up ghosting the poor girl, I don't think you have the right to speak.” Deuce retaliated and so a banter started between the two, as Grim laughed at them as he rested on Daisy’s lap.

That one comment made Daisy’s head hurt even more. Did… did Ruggie like her back? If… if so, was this his way of showing it to her? Most importantly, why hasn't he asked her out yet if that was the case? 

The blonde was tired, to say the least, so she made up her mind: she would corner Ruggie and ask him straight up what was up with all these confusing signals and if he liked her in return. Yes! She was gonna do it!

…Except it was easier said than done.

“You ain't gonna eat that?” Ruggie said, finishing his sandwich. Him and Daisy ended up finding each other at the botanical gardens, Ruggie seemed to have just given Leona his lunch and was about to have his, and Daisy wanted to eat somewhere less crowded for once. She wanted time to think. “I'm always hungry so I can finish that for ya.”

“No, it's- I'll eat it.” Daisy said, continuing to eat the croissant she was able to buy in the cafeteria earlier that day. It felt like home. 

“If you insist. Also, that reminds me.” Ruggie takes out two lollipops from his pockets and hands one to Daisy. She observes it as she finishes chewing on the last bite of her croissant. It was pumpkin flavored. “I found these lollipops at a very cheap price at Sam’s store. I never saw one pumpkin flavored before.” Then, Ruggie unwrapped his own, putting it into his mouth and letting a happy hum escape. Daisy smiled at him as she tried unwrapping her lollipop.

“Thanks, Ruggie. You didn't have to...” she said, her cheeks pink, this was exactly what she was talking about, why would he spend money on a lollipop for her? Sure, it might not be expensive but every bit of money counted for Ruggie… she sighed quietly as she tried but failed to unwrap her lollipop.

“Here.” Ruggie got the lollipop from her hands, unwrapping it and putting the wrap in his pocket until he could throw it away. He put it in front of her mouth and Daisy felt her face warm up as he basically fed her the lollipop. She hated how he didn't even look affected by that.

“Thank you…” she held onto her lollipop for dear life, her face red as she stared at the ground.

“‘tis nothing.” Ruggie chuckled, breaking his lollipop with his teeth with extreme ease. “Simple stuff.”

“But you’ve been doing a lot of simple stuff to me lately…” she tried hinting at what she wanted to say… maybe he would recognize she wanted an explanation so she wouldn't have to deal with having to ask awkward questions. 

Ruggie seemed to smile sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “It's really not that big a deal. I do this kinda stuff for the neighborhood kids back home all the time.”

“Oh.” Daisy felt slightly hurt, did that mean he saw her as nothing more than a friend? Perhaps even a sibling because of how he viewed those kids? “So… Do you just… think of me as those kids? Like, a sister?”

“What? Ew, no.” That thought seemed to disgust him, shown by his sour expression. “I just mean that I'm used to doing this sort of thing.”

“Oh.” she let a small smile escape, relieved at hearing that. She seemed to stop for a moment, wanting to ponder and wonder if asking her question really was worth it… but she knew if she didn't she would go crazy. “Do you… see me as something else then?”

Ruggie looked at her and she saw — or maybe that was her wishful thinking — the faint blush on his cheeks. His ears twitched as he tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Ruggie, do you- uhm…” Daisy breathed in and out, trying to have courage for what she was about to ask. “Do you… like me, or something? I mean… as in, do you have… feelings for me?”

Ruggie went quiet for a moment, as he held onto his lollipop stick and looked ahead, a small wrinkle on his nose and a blush on his cheeks. Did she upset him…? Did… did he feel offended by the idea? Maybe even disgusted at the thought of-

“Yeah.” 

Daisy looked at him in shock, her eyes widening as her mouth was open, her lollipop in her hand and the other one gripping the bench they were both sitting on. Did he just- did he admit to having a crush on her? Just like that? That easily?

“Why’d you think I was doing all this, dummy?” Ruggie frowned at her, finger flicking her forehead and she held the place he touched, still very much in awe and confused.

“Then why didn't you tell me anything?”

“I don't know… that's not really in my nature, I guess…” Ruggie scratched his head, embarrassed. “You might not know this because you're a human… but male hyenas usually just… do stuff to get the female’s approval… I was just waiting for you to catch onto the clues.”

“I– R-Ruggie I'm not a beastman, I don't understand this sort of stuff!” She complained, her face unbelievably red as Ruggie chuckled, his own cheeks the same color. 

“I know but come on! I thought I was being pretty obvious even for a human!” Daisy puffed out her cheeks, mumbling something under her breath as she tasted her lollipop once again. Ruggie let out his signature laugh and tilted his head, looking fondly at the girl sitting next to him. “Aw, come on, don't be like that, silly.”

“Well… then take me on a date.” 

“Huh?”

“I'm tired of beating around the bush.” Daisy explained, she looked at the ground in embarrassment, but she knew if she wanted whatever relationship they could have to work, she needed to continue. “So… take me on a date. Since I like you and… and you seem to like me.”

“You… like me?” Ruggie seemed almost surprised at the thought, his ears twitching and his cheeks pink as he forced an awkward smile. “You mean it?”

“I-I’ve liked you for a while now, that's why I asked what you thought of me… seeing you being so nice to me without an apparent reason was making me very confused.” The blonde tried looking at him, a slight frown on her face as she pouted.

Adorable, was what Ruggie thought.

“Well… I can't take you anywhere fancy.” The hyena beastman said, almost fearful that she would reject him for such a thing, but she simply shook her head and smiled warmly.

“I don't mind. As long as you're there, that's all I need.”

Ruggie’s blue eyes stared at Daisy’s brown ones for a moment, before he burst into laughter, making the girl blush in embarrassment as she frowned at him, saying: “don't laugh!”

“You're too sappy Daisy!”

“If you don't like it then–”

“I do. I like it very much.” He stopped laughing, drying a few years that were starting to show, and Daisy looked at the side, biting her lips. “Alright, I’ll take you on a date.” he got a few strands of her hair, bringing it close to his face as he smiled at her. “If you wish.”

Daisy smiled back, her face red but she didn't mind it anymore. “I’ll be delighted.” 

A

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG?????? THATS ADORABLE

LIKE IDONT THINK U UNDERSTAND HOW ADORABLE THIS IS TO ME— OMGOMGOMG I WANNA KISS THEIR FOREHEADS AND TUCK THEM IN BED THIS IS SO😭😭😭🩷

GIVING THEM ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD BC AKDUWKDYQKGEWJSIWKDUWK

[werejusttouchingeachother]

all the highschool vids of Baek going around Twitter rn have me so deep in my fucking feels... he's gone from small auditoriums to the vocalist of the band that is nation's fucking pick... fucking exo man, I'm in tears, he's come so goddamn far and I wanna pat his lil head and hug him and tell him how proud I am of him and then put him over my shoulders like a proud dad and just parade him around screaming BYUN BAEKHYUN BYUN BAEKHYUN BYUN BAEKHYUN

[dracoscene]

Hi friend! Just ran across your work and I love it!! 😍🤍 would you be willing to write something angsty where the reader overhears him talking to Blaise about how clingy she is and decides to give him space only to find out he was taking about Pansy? And then all is good and there so much fluff and love 💕

Crossed Wires | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Contains: angst, kinda mean Draco, FLUFF

A/N: Thank you so so much for the request, hope this is close to what you wanted!

Word count: 1.6k

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"She's pathetic, Blaise."

You came to a halt when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend.

"No matter where I go, she's there, all the time. Like a bloody dog." His voice was filled with pure hate. It felt as if the blood in your veins froze as the words fell from his lips.

"What do you expect mate, this girl is head over heels for you. Don't you see the drool on her chin everytime you're within a five mile radius of her?"

Draco scoffed at his friend's words. "It's repulsive."

Repulsive. You weren't unfamiliar with those kind of words coming from him. He almost used them on a daily basis; when students ran past him in the hallways, when Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their faces with pastries at dinner, when first years cried after Draco had just threatened to hex them, or when Potter just so much did as breathe. What you were unfamiliar with, was him using those words in connection with you, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

A tap on your shoulder ripped you from your thoughts, making you flinch. You turned around to see Pansy standing behind you with her hands up.

"Woah there, didn't mean to scare you." She laughed, waiting for a response that didn't come.

Pansy cleared her throat as she re-adjusted the bag on her shoulders. "So, do you think Draco and Blaise are here already?" Shit. It totally slipped your mind that the reason you came here was the study date the four of you agreed on having before dinner. You watched Pansy silently as she took a few steps forward to look around the bookshelf you two were standing next to.

"Found them!"

You didn't care to move, all you wanted to do was just turn around and get out of there, dreading to face Draco after what he'd just said. Still, you followed Pansy to where the boys were sitting.

Your heartbeat skyrocketed when you spotted the blonde already looking in your direction, the annoyance in his face very much visible. Your eyes met for a moment before you felt the urge to look away, feeling small under his gaze.

Confusion was growing inside of Draco when you took the free space on the couch next to Blaise and not him like you usually did. It felt weird doing so, but you were too embarrassed to sit next to him right now, knowing that he probably wouldn't want you to anyway.

Blaise's eyes alternated between you and Draco, trying to figure out what was going on when Pansy dropped her bag with a loud thud before making herself comfortable next to Draco, grinning. "Well then, shall we begin?"

Minutes went by like hours, the only sounds being the turning of pages and the occasional scoffs coming from Pansy when she didn't understand something in the Potions book.

"Draco could you help me with th-"

"No."

Draco didn't even bother to look at the book in front of him. His eyes had been burning into you from the second you sat down next to his friend. You shifted in your seat, staring at that one sentence in your book that you were trying to read for the seventh time now, but you just couldn't focus long enough. Your cheeks were on fire, feeling utterly intimidated by your boyfriends stare.

After what felt like an eternity, Pansy and Blaise started packing up their books. Draco didn't even move a muscle.

"See you at dinner then." Blaise stated before leaving the library with Pansy by his side. You hurried to gather your stuff, trying to catch up to them, but a firm grasp on your wrist stopped you.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Draco's voice was stern, but you could still make out a hint of insecurity.

"I wasn't ignoring you, I'm just.. tired I guess? Oh and I've been having this awful headache all day and I don't really want to bother you with that so I think I should just g-"

"I'm not stupid, y/n." he cut you off. "I know when something's up with you. What is it?"

You didn't know what to say. Confronting him about what you heard would've been the mature way to handle things, but you were hurt. Hurt about the way he talked about you, and especially how he did it; behind your back. So, you removed your hand from his grasp and looked up at him. "I'll go now. I know you don't want to have me around anyway, so don't act like you care."

You left, leaving Draco completely baffled. If you wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get away, if you would've looked a little more closely, you might have seen the effect your words had on him.

He did care. A lot.

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Draco knew you probably wouldn't want him to sit next you during dinner, that's why he did exactly that. He wasn't just going to let this go, so he plopped down next to you.

Your whole body tensed up, and Draco noticed.

The poor boy was confused as ever, you could almost see his brain working with high speed, thinking of every encounter and every conversation with you he had that day, trying to figure out what in the world he's done that made you avoid him.

Confusion turned into frustration real fast when he just couldn't seem to think of anything.

"This is ridiculous, y/n." his voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was loud and clear. "Will you just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

Draco's eyes followed your every move as you turned to look at him. "Can we go somewhere else?" your voice was shaking and you could feel a lump forming in your throat.

He gave you a quick nod before standing up and taking your hand to lead you out of the Great Hall. Pansy called out his name when you two walked past her, but Draco simply waved her off.

The laughter and chatting of students stopped when the doors closed behind you. He led you a little further away with your hand still in his. You felt your heart pounding in your chest when he turned to look at you, it was beating so fast you were scared he might hear it.

"Will you talk to me now?" his thumb started caressing the top of your hand when he saw how nervous you were, as an attempt to calm you down. "I need to know what's going on, did I do something?" "What happened?"

Tears fiilled your eyes when you replayed the words in your head.

"She's pathetic."

"Like a bloody dog."

"Y/n?" his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I heard what you said." You tried your hardest to keep your composure. "In the library, about how I'm always with you and how pathetic you think that is." Your voice broke at that last part.

Draco's face fell when he realized that you thought his words were directed to you. Thinking about how hurt by his words you must've been made his heart break.

"Darling." he breathed out, gentle hands cupping your cheeks as he used his thumb to wipe away the single tear that fell from your eye. "I wasn’t talking about you."

You furrowed your brows as confusion replaced the hurt look on your face. "Huh?"

"It was Parkinson I was talking about, she's been bothering me the whole bloody day."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, the color of your cheeks became a crimson red, which you tried to hide as best as you could by covering your face with both of your hands.

Draco let out a laugh as he took your hands into his and pulled you into a hug, his head resting on yours. "I'm so so stupid, oh my god." your voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"Sometimes." he chuckled while rubbing soothing circles on your back with his hands. "You should know better than to think I’d ever talk about you like this, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." you lifted you head and looked up at him through wet eyelashes, hands resting flat against his upper body.

"Merlin y/n, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you." he planted a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a second before you buried your face back into his chest. Your arms draped around his waist, holding fast onto him.

The creaking of doors made Draco's head shoot up, looking in the direction of approaching footsteps. His face turned into a sneer as soon as he saw Pansy turn around the corner, looking for him.

"Draco why aren't you in th- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Her gaze landed on you.

You felt the muscles in Draco's arms flex around your body as he pulled you even closer into his chest like he was trying to protect you from her prying eyes.

"For fucks sake, Parkinson. Get lost." he snapped at her, voice brimming with venom. This was all it took for Pansy to leave as fast as she came.

Draco scoffed before he let one arm fall to his side, leaving the other one around your waist to keep you close.

"Pathetic, isn't she?" You leaned into him, smiling. Draco couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at your statement.

"Hey" he grabbed your chin, lifting it so you were looking at him. "I love you, always will. You know that, right?"

You gave him a reassuring nod before planting a kiss on his lips. "Love you too, Dray. More than anything."

[y3ppeo]

college fight. smartass! heeseung x competitive fem y/n

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hii! this fanfic was made by me and one of my friends!! (they wrote the ending cause i cannot write smut/intimacy with plot omg) the ending is up to your imagination, unless i randomly have the urge to write a pt2!

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you were just fresh out of college after finishing your teaching degree. there was one boy you hated most, the smartest and cockiest boy in your class. you always came second to him. and it sucked. he would tease you for it. so when it was your last exam - you made sure you came first, and you did!

“fair game, y/n. finally beat me, huh?” he shook your hand out of spite. “well played, heeseung. i knew i would come first some day.” you gave him a sarcastic smile and he did the same. heeseung’s mom ran to the pair of you. “oh my gosh! hi y/n! it’s nice to finally meet you!” she beamed a happy smile. “nice to meet you too, mrs lee!” you bowed. “i can’t believe you and heeseung are working at the same school!” she spoke. your heart dropped. “oh, their must be a misunderstanding!

“i don’t think we would be teaching at the same school, right?” you asked, worried if it would be a slip-up or not. “your mother told me you are working at decelis middle school, our heeseung is working there too!” she smiled, patting heeseung on the shoulder. you turned to look at heeseung and he was just as shocked as you. “anyways, lets take a photo!” heeseung’s mom brushed off the previous conversation as you guys awkwardly posed.

fast forward, 4 months later - your break is over and you’re starting your job. you wore a white mini pencil skirt, riding up to just about your mid thigh, a white turtle neck, silver jewellery and white boots. walking through the hallway to your staff room, you had children almost half your age wolf-whistling to you, so you shot them a glare that could kill. it was weird to you. maybe they thought you were a student?

you walked into the nearly full staff room, placing the stuff you didn’t need into your assigned locker. you looked to the side to check who your locker mate was - and there the name was. the name you had been dreading. lee heeseung. all the lockers had the teachers assigned classes. so when you checked his, horror crept up your face. E7. your’s and heeseung’s classroom.

as soon as you walked into the class, you saw a desk with two chairs. he hadn’t arrived yet, which gave you some time to relax. speaking of heeseung - the door suddenly opened. he stood in the doorway still. “have you got the wrong classroom, y/n?” he asked. “no, this hurts me as much as it hurts you.” you sighed, hanging up your coat in one of the cupboards. this was going to be a long semester.

as more children walked in, the more tense you and heeseung got. you both knew you were going to have to stop bickering at some point. once everyone arrived in class, you started taking the register. “Nishimura Sola?” you called, pretty sure you had heard the last name from your college. “here, miss!” that was the only recognisable name in the register.

a few long hours later, you had finished teaching. you went into the staff room for your first day meeting.

“onto the next class, E7. miss y/n and mr heeseung, how are the children so far?” the principal asked. “it was okay, the children were quiet, i think some of them got overwhelmed.” heeseung answered on behalf of you guys, you agreed by nodding. “oh, that’s fairly good! i have a request. may you guys plan your next 10 lessons? everytime we have new teachers, we check their teaching capabilities through this test.” the man asked. you looked at heeseung and nodded back at your principal. this was going to take long.

you walked out from the school with heeseung, walking towards your own cars. “so, what are we going to do for the planning?” he asked you, loud enough so only you could hear. “well I don’t fucking know. we’re gonna have to go to someone’s house.” you shrugged. “can we go to yours? my house needs cleaning.” he explained politely. “fine, go home and changed and i’ll text you my address.” you scoffed.

once you got home, you changed into a hoodie and pyjama shorts - brought out some snacks from your kitchen and wine. you laid out everything in your living room - not letting him get close to your bedroom. you heard a knock on the door. you walked to open the door to see heeseung in a hoodie and basketball shorts, similar to what you were wearing - carrying a macbook in his arm. “can i come in?” he asked, waiting for your reply after you stared at him for 0.1 second too long. you let him into your house an closed the door behind him - letting him take off his shoes to change into slippers.

it was hour 2 of planning your next lessons with him. you both drank too much wine, causing you both to slow down your planning. “i’m so tired,” you groaned. “y/n, don’t forget we have this to finish.” he replied, trying to stay as sober as possible. “who cares we can finish it later.” you wrapped your arms around heeseung’s waist. “y/n, what are you doing?” he gasped at the sudden show of affection.

“I’ll admit, you’re annoying, but i can’t help but notice that you really are good looking” you say, slight smirk, as heeseung stared at you with a shocked, yet cocky gaze. You, the person that hated him most, admitted that he was good looking? How else could he react. Coming back to his senses, he starts speaking. “Y/n, we still have to finish and you’re drunk, not in the right mind to take such decisions” he says, while shyly moving away from you, a slight giggle coming out of him, seeing you pout at the distance he set in between you two. “I may be tipsy, but this doesn’t mean that the wine made me realize things. Just because you’re better than me and i pretended to hate you, even to myself, you’re still hot” You say, slight disappointment in your tone, yet your face showing no emotion. “Fine, lets get back into finishing these then, but i need to go to the bathroom, so wait for me before you do anything stupid to our work” You finish, as he stares at you with huge eyes, as you’re shocking him more by the second. Is he hearing things?

You make your way towards the bathroom, knowing that you didn’t leave just because you needed to. You wanted to look good, you’re not letting this night go to waste. Checking yourself in the mirror as he’s still sat in your living room, trying to gain composure from what just happened. The tension was thick, you could feel it, but he felt it harder. He regreted coming here, but did he really? ‘Cause its not like he didn’t feel the same about you. As hard as he tried to hide the tension going on in between you two, he couldn’t. It was obvious.

As you make your way back to the living room, where he was sat, you notice his sudden shift in attitude and of course, his little boner. Has he been thinking about it while you were gone and he didn’t notice the change? You thought. But he did notice and this was his cheeky plan all along. Half sober, half tipsy, you didn’t notice the fact that you stared at his crotch for longer than you prefered. He enjoyed it, both of you caught in eachothers traps. This is gonna be fun, he thought.

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[the-bau-quinjet]

Always

Summary: You overhear Steve talking to Bucky about going back to be with Peggy. Rather than confronting the situation, you write him a letter.

Warnings: I cried just thinking about writing this, so much angst, some swearing

Word Count: 3305

a/n: here it is folks: the sad fic I mentioned a few posts ago. Inspired by a multitude of songs from the album Ashlyn by Ashe. I high key recommend listening to that album while you read or just in general. I'm pretending like nobody died in Endgame because that shit is sad and I know this is sad aside from that, but I still have a heart ya know?

Per usual, any song lyrics (or song lyrics that I changed a bit) are in bold! I think used lyrics from Me Without You, Save Myself, I'm Fine, Love is Not Enough, and Always.

Masterlist

"You'd really want to go back?" You overheard Bucky right before you walked into Steve's room.

"I don't know." He let out a deep sigh. "I mean, I do know, but what do you think?" Steve's answer left you wondering what they were discussing.

"All for Peggy?" Your heart stopped waiting for Steve to reply.

Another sigh escaped his lips. You could easily picture him running his hands down his face, a signal he was deep in thought. "I mean, I never got a chance to see what would happen with her. Don't you think she deserves this much?"

You felt frozen. You couldn't hear the rest of Steve's answer or Bucky's reply over the sound of blood rushing through your ears.

It was all too much to handle. Rather than confront the grab bag of emotions swimming inside of you, you turned around and went back to your room in a zombie like haze.

"Friday, don't let anyone in my room."

You know the AI replied, but you were still too caught up in thought to understand it. Your mind was full of questions you knew you couldn't figure out the answers to alone.

Why would Steve want to go back for Peggy when he had you? Why would he even consider it if he loved you like he said he does? Is he still in love with Peggy? Has he been in love with her the whole time? Why would he choose her when he's spent so much more time with you?

"Y/N?" The sound of Steve's voice outside your door startled you. "Y/N, honey, are you in there?"

You could hear the doorknob rattling in his attempt to open it, but Friday was doing as you asked.

"I thought you were going to meet me downstairs?"

His words only broke your heart more, a small sniffle escaping despite your efforts to remain quiet.

"Are you not feeling well? What's wrong?"

His questions were left unanswered, much like the questions swimming around your head.

Steve kept talking to you through the door for a while, but you never replied. You weren't ready to face him, not until you knew you wouldn't say something you'd later regret.

-

The next few days carried on much the same. You refused to leave your room, relying on various snacks and protein bars you had for food. Every few hours, you would try to write down what you were feeling, but it didn't help calm you down the same way it typically did.

Everyone tried talking to you, but nothing worked. Steve spent hours outside your door every day in an effort to get you to talk to him, but you just couldn't figure out your emotions. It was all still too much to handle.

Late one night, Steve said something that forced you into action.

"Y/N, I don't know what happened, but if I did something I'm truly sorry. I'm returning the stones tomorrow. We've never not said goodbye before a mission... I just hope this one is the same."

You listened as he quietly walked back down the hallway, steps slowly receding until you were left in the same absolute silence you've spent the last few days.

You knew you had to talk to him, but hearing him say to your face that he's staying with Peggy would kill you.

You couldn't survive a permanent goodbye, not in your current state of mind.

After a few minutes of silent contemplation, you decided to write Steve a letter. Maybe you'd give it to him or maybe it would just help you organize your thoughts. Either way, it would be helpful to write to someone for a change.

Hi Steve,

I, well, I guess I'll start with this. You deserve an apology. I'm truly sorry for ignoring you for the past few days. I just... I heard what you said to Bucky and I didn't know how to deal with it.

You know I've never been the best at controlling my emotions, so I just holed myself up in here. I avoided you so I could figure out my own feelings first.

I know I should talk to you. You deserve that too, but I don't think I could survive the heartbreak. I guess I'll try to explain everything I've been thinking and feeling since that night.

Honestly, I'm not sure where to start. It feels kind of stupid to say, but I obviously experienced a range of emotions when I first heard you and Bucky talking about going back.

You know I've always found solace in writing, so that's what I'm doing. I needed a way to clear my thoughts, and it turned into this concoction of thoughts and some poems - you know how I feel about poems. (Look at that! A sarcastic comment! I didn't think I was capable of humor anymore.)

This might not surprise you, but the first emotion I clung to was anger. I'm not angry anymore, well at least not as angry. Anyway, I wrote this next part when I was absolutely pissed at you.

-

What the fuck?

You want to go back in time and stay there?

You want to leave me behind?

Steve, what the fuck is wrong with you?

I could keep you here. If I really wanted to, I could figure out a way to do it. I could cut the brakes just to keep you from leaving. I'll do it too. My hands on the wheel would drive us into a wall.

You must think I'm being petty. Hiding in my room like a child to avoid you. All the while, here I am writing all the things I could do to keep you. Well, news flash: I don't need you. You made me think the only world I could exist in, was one you lived in, almost had me fooled.

Here's something you probably never considered, because I sure as shit never thought I'd even need to. I can be me without you. I don't have to rely on you for my own happiness. I thought you loved me, but if you want to go back and be with Peggy, do it. Go find yourself, let me down.

It's easy to sit here now and look back on how everything we had would always be second string to your relationship with her. God damn hindsight's 2020.

I want you to know, you did this to me. You broke my heart. When I heard you say you wanted a chance to be with Peggy, it's like my whole world crumbled down around me.

Everything I thought I knew was ripped out from under me. You poured rain all over my sunny. Yeah, someday, this could all be funny, but right now it's absolute shit.

And maybe everything will work out the way it's meant to be, but honestly I couldn't give less of a shit about that right now.

If I had the chance, I would take it back. Everything. Meeting you. Becoming friends. Dating you. Falling in love. I'd be jumping off your sinking ship, instead of going down with it.

It'd be so much easier that way. If I never fucking knew you.

One day I'll be good. I'll be over all of this bullshit. Right now I'm just mad. And you know what, it's justifiable. I think I'm allowed to be mad at you.

I'm over being so mature. If only I was never yours. Maybe I'll go back in time and undo it all. Then at least I could save myself from you.

-

Like I said, I wrote that in the heat of the moment. Once my brain caught up to my ears, all I saw was red. Anger didn't last as long as you might think though.

All that was how I felt in the moment, but I want you to know it's not true. I don't really believe any of it. I was hurt and angry and avoiding the pain I knew was just around the corner.

I've always told you anger would be my downfall because I just can't control what I say.

Let me be completely clear, I would never want to undo meeting you. You've been the best part of my life for years. I need you to know that I don't regret any of it and I never will.

Anyway, the anger shifted to tears pretty quickly. It wasn't hard to feel the pain that comes with someone you love leaving you. I can't honestly picture a world where I don't love you.

This is the first poem I wrote. With tear blurring my vision, I put pen to paper and this is what came out.

Complicated. Understated. On the way to, Devastated. I'm just holding on for dear life.

Short and sweet, right? Well, not so much sweet, but you get the point. I feel broken. Here's another bit of poetry for ya.

Right now I'm sorry, Burns through me darling, But I can't help hope In thirty years it won't.

Maybe I just need time. That's what everyone always says. "Time can heal all wounds."

It's hard to even think about moving on though when everything reminds me of you. I've got emotional souvenirs from fleeting moments we spent together. If this is the end, I'll always know you were my golden years. I know in the future I could close my eyes and go back there.

Maybe that's the hardest part. Knowing I'll always have these memories.

All I've been thinking about for the past three days is if this will ever feel better. And maybe it will, when time has passed.

Maybe when I'm older, I'll run out of stories about you. Maybe when I'm older, I'll know what it's like not to love you, Anymore.

Despite my best efforts, it's still only a maybe. Maybe when I'm older I'll be able to stop thinking about you every second of the day. Maybe when I'm older I won't feel like crying everytime I see your face.

But maybe not. Maybe I'll always feel this way.

Maybe when I'm six feet, underneath the concrete, I'll know what it's like not to want you, anymore.

I'm not saying all this to make you feel guilty. You don't need to tell me you're sorry. I know you are. I know you would never hurt me like this without a reason.

I should just talk to you, but I don't think I can. Not yet. We don't need to talk til we're ready. Both of us.

I guess I do have one question. Do you really love me?

I don't think I want to know the answer right now. Because even if you do... it takes a lot more than a rose, more than a kiss, more than a heart to truly love someone and spend forever with them.

It takes a lot more than a ring, more than a vow, more than a promise to build and maintain a relationship.

Love is not enough. I know that now. Even if you love me to the best of your abilities, you could still love Peggy more. Love may not be enough for us, but at least we got that much.

If you leave, I'll live the rest of my life grateful that at least I got your touch for as long as I did.

I used to think we could take our sweet time, that everything would be just fine. But now I know maybe not.

I cried for days. Like I said, I'm not writing this to make you feel guilty though. I just want to be completely honest. I cried a lot, probably more than I ever have before.

I kept replaying memories of time I spent with you. Not even dates, just the small moments that made me know I love you.

Like that day I woke up too early, almost put salt in my coffee. Oh I thank God that you stopped me before that.

I've never been a morning person, but ever since I met you you've always been there to keep my head on straight.

I think the thing I love most about you is how you can read me better than anyone I've ever known. I can hide from everyone else and they won't bat an eye. They never can tell when I'm falling apart on the inside.

No matter how hard I try to hide it though, you don't believe me when I say I'm alright. You can always, always tell.

It's like you've got a sixth sense that tells you I need you when I try to say I'm fine.

Before I met you, I would get so lonely everyday. Now I'm only lonely until you ask if I'm okay and then I remember that I have people who are there for me. I have you.

All this to say, I love you, Steve. I love you more than I've ever loved another human being.

Forever yours,

Y/N

-

It took you nearly all night to write a coherent letter and come up with a plan to talk to Steve. A quick glance at the clock let you know Steve would be up any minute, so you had to act fast.

You opened your door for the first time in days, running in a full sprint to the stairs and down the hall to Steve's door.

With one final burst of courage, you shoved the letter under the door and ran away before anyone could find you out of your room.

-

"Y/N?" A familiar knock on your door woke you from a restless sleep. "I read your letter, Y/N please let me explain."

It felt like time slowed down as you stared at the door.

"Y/N, I have to bring the stones back, but I really want to talk to you first."

"Come in." You steadied yourself with a deep breath, but one look at Steve ruined your flimsy resolve.

"Y/N... I tried to wait for you to come to me, but..."

He stopped talking when you shook your head, a painful sob forming in your chest.

"I've been thinking a lot." You started slowly, voice scratchy from days of not being used except to cry. "What if staying with me isn't the best thing to keep you happy?"

"Y/N, I-"

"Please let me finish." You waited for him to acknowledge your words before you spoke again.

"If letting you go is the best way to show that I love you, I will." Tears poured down your cheeks, breaths coming to you shakily.

"Captain Rogers, your presence is requested in the backyard." Friday's voice echoed through the room.

Steve looked more torn than you've ever seen him.

"Let's go." You nodded toward the door. "I've got more to say, but you've got somewhere to be."

Slowly, the two of you walked down the hall and entered the elevator.

"I don't know if you'll ever come back-"

"Y/N, really just let me-"

"Steve, please." You begged him to let you get it all out. "I won't ask 'cause that's selfish."

"It's not." He cut in again.

"It is. You deserve to be as happy as possible." With a slow, shaky breath you continued your speech. "I've come to terms I might never feel whole again."

The elevator doors slid open. You followed Steve to the yard where they set up the time machine.

"I'll be broken when you're gone, but I won't hold you back if it's wrong."

"Steve, there you are! Let's go-"

"In a minute, Sam." Steve's eyes never left you, remaining soft and caring. "We can go back inside if you want." He ran his thumbs over your cheeks, ridding them of tears only to be instantly replaced. You've always hated crying in front of people.

"I don't care what people say." You shook your head, ignoring the potential pitying looks you could receive for crying in front of others. Another deep breath, and you continued. "You know I won't force you to stay."

It was your turn to wipe tears from Steve's face.

"If you leave, I'll be okay. Just promise that you won't forget me babe."

"I could never-" He cut in again only to stop when you gave him a pleading look.

"I understand if leaving is what you have to do. I don't want you to go, but I'll be okay, eventually." You let out a watery chuckle, wiping your eyes again.

"Y/N, I never meant for-"

"Steve, you ready?" Sam interrupted again.

"It's fine. You can go." You did your best to hold back any lingering tears. You had to physically turn Steve around yourself and push him towards the machine.

"Y/N, please, I can't-"

"Steve, they're waiting for you. It's okay, I promise." He finally started to walk away only to pause when you called out one more thing. "Oh, Steve?"

"Yeah?" He wore a solemn smile.

"I'll love you always."

You watched as he listened to Banner's instructions and bid farewell to Sam and Bucky. The bitter part of you wondered if Sam knew.

A strangled sob left your mouth as soon as Steve disappeared. All three men standing around the machine looked your way, Sam and Bucky running toward you to help.

"He should be back any second. It's fine!" Sam desperately tried to console you, but you knew it wouldn't work.

"Y/N. Y/N! Listen to me. Did Steve talk to you?" Bucky asked, ignoring Sam's bewildered expression.

You nodded pitifully.

"Did he explain-" You cut him off.

"He- he didn't ha-have time.: You stuttered as you tried desperately to gulp in air through the tears. "I did most of the talking. I needed him to know it was okay."

"To know what was okay?" Sam asked, still clearly confused.

The thought of explaining it only broke you down more. You would have fallen to the ground if not for Bucky catching you. Your body leaned into his.

"Doll..." Bucky shook his head. "You should have let him explain."

You choked on another sob just thinking about it.

"Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay." Bucky whispered in your ear, ignoring Sam's confused glares.

"Y/N..." The sound of Steve's voice echoed in your ears causing another painful sob to jolt through your body.

"Baby, please look at me."

You genuinely thought you were hallucinating when you opened your eyes to see Steve towering over you.

"Steve?" Your voice was barely a whisper.

"It's me, I'm here." He gently took you from Bucky's arms, cradling you close to him but leaning his head far enough away for you to look into your eyes.

"You came back..." Your tears slowed, gently falling down your cheeks as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"I was never planning to leave." He spoke while gently stroking your hair.

"B-but, you were talking to Bucky about going back?" Your tears gave way to confusion as you glanced between him and Bucky.

"Just to say goodbye." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, breathing in your scent. "I just thought she deserved a real goodbye."

New tears pooled in your eyes as you took in his words. "So, you never wanted to leave me?"

"I could never, and would never, leave you. I love you so much. I just wish I knew why you were holed up in your room sooner." He smiled at you, the same adoring smile he gave you the first time you met.

"I love you too. Always." You leaned into his embrace, relishing in the touch you thought you'd lost forever. He whispered his reply, clinging to you just as much as you were to him.

"Always."

a/n: today I discovered I am truly incapable of writing a sad ending. I just like the idea of escaping to a reality where Steve would never abandon me.

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[introloves]

Aone having a FAT crush on a tiny quiet barista at his new favorite cafe, they’ve memorized his order and even makes sure to keep his favorite seat open every morning for him- maybe they go to his school too but they never really talk? They kinda smile at him and wave in the hallways but never talk?

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!!!!! nd bc im me i turned it into smut :( sowwy

— first times + big dick aone, embarrassed abt his size + size kink + brief summary of aone x reader’s relationship before we get to the smut + hard smut towards the end + f! reader

he wouldn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything but you’d know by the way he he’s always mumbling when he gets to the counter, eyes shying away from your own, hands shaky everytime he’d hand you money, 2.25, every morning for his favorite cup of tea.

it’d always take you a couple seconds to put yourself back together, your own shaky hands tenaciously putting together his drink, perhaps making it with extra care.

he’d usually come alone, but on rare days there’d be a couple other faces. one in particular with brown sleek hair, would push him to mumble out words other than, ‘thank you’.

the teasing laughter and bright red coloring to his face was a dead giveaway. you’d only mess with your friends like this if there was crushing involved.

it’d make you burn up at the thought that he had a crush on you, he’s so big and intimidating and at first you’d have your guard up everytime he stepped inside, a looming presence not hard to notice.

but as the days went by, you’d see how much care he’d put into things. he’d take time to clean up his booth, make sure to recycle his cup, and always shyly nod his head towards you in a silent goodbye. on days where he feels especially brave, aone leaves a flower, one that he thinks most closely resembles your beauty.

on those days, when its your turn to clean the tables and you see a single, delicately picked flower, your heart thumps loudly in your chest.

you’d started falling for him before long.

and of course the dating starts shortly after.

you swear you’ve never felt love before him. he’s everything you needed, a nice security in an otherwise tumultuous and very scary world.

he holds you with arms that are twice as thick as yours, could squeeze you tight enough to hurt so very easy, but instead cradles you to sleep with so much care.

hands that work tirelessly, calloused, veiny and wide touch your face with a delicacy that doesn’t come naturally to someone of his size. he works at it, works at making sure he’s careful.

and you appreciate it, you do, but when you see him open jars for you with ease, reach over your head to pluck whatever you need from the top of shelves in stores, pick you up with no groan or strain, it makes your mind wander.

everything with him is so easy, so you don’t know why, when you’re slick between the thighs, throbbing with want for him, he makes it so hard.

he refuses your advances, pulls you off with a sad smile and jumbled words of,

“he’s not ready.” when you can clearly see he’s hard behind his pants.

it makes you cry, wondering if you’re not good enough. was the flustered flirting, kisses, and confession all just a big joke?

your tears break him, he hurriedly explains that it’s him. he won’t hurt you, can’t, refuses to.

“what are you talking about.” you hiccup, whipping away the tears.

“i just...” he sighs, running a palm down his face.

“i’m too big.”

your jaw nearly drops at that. the heat of embarrassment and lick of something hotter burns at your neck and tummy.

you’ve never heard or seen a man shy away because of his size, usually they boast and brag and have very little to boast and brag about.

you tell him it doesn’t matter, you want him. eyes wide and pleading, hoping he doesn’t shy away because you want him so bad.

his resolution is broken, he’s attracted to you after all. but you’re so small, so cute and plush and curvy in all the places he wants to sink his fingers into.

“i’ll be gentle.” he thinks when he finally grabs you, pulling you onto his lap.

he doesn’t miss the way your mouth shuts closed when you feel him, hips giving a small push against him to make sure you aren’t imagining him like this.

the kissing starts, fevered lips painting eachother in spit, shy moans leave the both of you.

foreplay is skipped, you’ve both held back long enough, and you wouldn’t let him anyways.

“not a good idea.” aone mumbles, but you don’t listen. you want him now.

one again you push at his weak spots, everything he does, he does to please you. but you make it seem that it’s quite the opposite, you want what he wants.

and aone is anything but an aroused man with a cute, soft, tiny girlfriend beneath him.

the first meeting of his cockhead against your leaking, twitching hole has him clench his teeth, hand placed heavy over your tummy to still your hips.

“it’s going to hurt.” he reminds you, but you still don’t care.

“i want you.” you breathe, it makes him hiss.

there were many steps you’d both taken together to get where you were.

from the first time he saw you at the café, bustling around with a smile that tugged at his heart, to a couple minutes ago, when you panted wantonly into his ear about how much you fantasized of him burying himself in you to the hilt, watching your eyes roll back as he pushes in is his favorite so far.

he’s not that expirienced, but knows that the growing wetness dripping onto his thighs with every squelch of your pussy as he sinks in is a good sign.

“g-god. nobu, you’re so big.” you chant.

he knows, he warned you.

but it’s not a bad thing, he thinks, because with just a few pumps in, the stretch he gives you, along with hips brushing against your clit, you’re already creaming around him.

he doesn’t blink the whole time you do, zeroed in on the shake of your thighs, fat squishing him against you, pussy equally trying to milk him of his own.

he thinks the best thing to do is to stay still and wait until you’re okay.

aone knows you are when the talk starts back up.

you can see the sweat glisten against his chest, you know he’s holding back, giving you shy thrusts once more.

it’s good, the same shy, tentative thrusts just made you cum so hard you couldn’t hear for a second, but there’s a hint of raw power he’s holding back.

“takanobu.” you call to him with a shaky voice.

he responds with a worried glance.

“use me.”

he looks at you in disbelief,

“n-no. i’ll hurt you.”

your hips rut, swiveling around the very hard cock of him in absolute desperation.

“i want you to hurt me.” you say. and he sees red.

there’s a tinge of fear at the hardened gaze he gives you, he moves you with an ease, making a show to grab your hips in both hands, lifting you off the bed as he kneels down.

he does as he’s told, moving you how he wants, impaling you down on his big cock over and over, watching the soft parts of you jiggle with the intensity of it, meeting the fat of your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. he digs already darkening splotches the shape of his nails into you.

you can do nothing but scream, trying to hold on to the bed so you don’t slam into the creaking headboard. but you don’t really have to worry, even now he makes sure to keep you from moving away from his pounding.

you can’t feel your legs with the second orgasm that takes you, knees lock and pussy once again creaming all over him while he drills into you.

this is what you wanted, your own pleasure being driven by aone. just like everything else, he makes sure to take care of you so good, your cunt numb and fucked open by the time he’s done.

he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, there’s so much.

he finally comes back to you with a noise that sounds apologetic.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off before he can say anything, grabbing his face in both hands with shaky arms thanks to him.

“don’t.” you begin, telling him that it’s okay to not be careful, something he’s always been.

you let him know that with you, he doesn’t have to tip toe, that in the safety the two of your shared, he was free to do everything those who didn’t know him whispered about him. he was allowed to be mean, allowed to use those muscles he’s built, allowed to be scary.

finishing with a kiss to his lips,

you’ve loved him since he left you flowers at work, and you’d still love him even after drilling your pussy into submission.

[captainpikeswoman]

Being in love with Captain Pike but he’s in love with your roommate would include:

•you never meant to fall in love with your roommate’s boyfriend…and just to make it worse she’s your best friend too!

•but Captain Pike was such a nice person, so honourable and kind and witty. You’d had a crush on him forever, but then of course he started to spend more time around you and you fell head over heels for him.

•he was a good man, he respected yours and your roommate’s friendship. And he wanted to get to know you, he wanted to be your friend too so that he could be a good boyfriend for your roommate. (Let’s call the roommate Fi for ease shall we? Though she can be called whatever you’d like.)

•so he undertook a mission- to befriend you, because he wanted to be in Fi’s life and you were a huge part of it too, and he desperately wanted your approval. He also didn’t want to take your friend away from you with this relationship, he was just trying to be nice.

•he started seeking you out at lunchtimes and invited you to eat with him, and he was a marvellously clever man! Full of wit and charm. But then Fi joined and you remembered that he was only being kind.

•Chris tried to include you in conversations they were having at night in your quarters- he was interested in the hobbies you sat on your bed doing- whether it was reading, or drawing, or sewing- whatever it was he was interested! And you were happy and eager to talk to him about it, desperately wanting some sort of praise from him. But then you caught Fi giving Chris heart eyes (as was her right as his girlfriend) and you felt sick. So you stopped talking and packed your things away, suddenly needing to get away from the room. You had no peace anymore!

•it was making you unbearably miserable! You had to watch as your best friend and the man you love fall in love.

•you cried yourself to sleep every night, stifling your sobs in your pillow so they couldn’t hear you on the other side of the room. The last thing you wanted was to ruin their happiness!

•slowly you started to distance yourself from Fi, but she was so swept away in Pike’s romancing that she didn’t notice. You’d suggest that instead of having to spend time with you she could seek out Chris and spend time together, she just assumed you were playing Cupid because you thought they were a great couple! And so they were. But it hurt you. So much.

•eventually you and Fi just saw each other for a few minutes each morning and evening, and she didn’t even realise she’s lost her friend- because she’s found her soulmate.

•you start to avoid going to your quarters until you need to rest; giving the new couple time and space for whatever…activities they wanted to partake in. You tried not to think about it too much, but when you stumbled into the room in the early hours, finding clothes flung everywhere- including on your bed…well, you knew what had happened.

•they are perfect for each other. Pike notices you’re not there anymore though, he feels terrible- he never wanted to take Fi away from you, but that’s what it seems like he’s done.

•but it’s more than that, everyday seeing them together is breaking your heart! You can’t eat, because you see them having their meals together. You can’t sleep, because on the other side of the room Chris is holding your friend close as they dream of their future together. And you don’t want to start hating Fi, she’s your best friend- so you can’t even spend time with her anymore! Because you know you’d come to resent her.

•so you take extra shifts, sleep in a empty cupboard you’ve found- you’d made a makeshift hammock out of an old sack. You were perfectly sad, perfectly miserable, entirely dead inside.

•everytime you saw them together, kissing in the hallway, eating together, sneaking away to be together. It killed you a little more inside.

•you’d worked yourself into illness with the unrequited love. You were beyond lonely. Beyond sad. And that left you with only one thing left to do.

•you’d always been so proud of working on the Enterprise- it was everyone’s dream posting. But you couldn’t take seeing Pike and Fi anymore, even though you were still in love with Pike, not seeing him would hurt less than seeing him in love with your best friend. And that’s how you found yourself stood in front of him on the bridge at the start of shift, transfer PADD in hand asking him to sign off on your transfer to the USS Discovery.

•he scarcely gave it thought as he approved the transfer. He didn’t even look up and notice your red, puffy eyes, how much weight you’d lost and how ill you looked. He assumed you’d discussed it with Fi already, you were best friends after all. It was only as he had to hold his girlfriend close that night as she sobbed brokenly after discovering you’d left without saying goodbye to anyone that he realised something was seriously wrong. And he felt terrible, he was starting to work out that he’d missed something massive going on…but he couldn’t put his finger on what.

•meanwhile you arrived on Discovery feeling all kinds of nervous, but as you resolved to ignore the private transmissions that came in from Enterprise for you, as you resolved to forget about the man that made your heart sing- even though he belonged to someone else, a tiny part of you did start to feel better. It would take time, but you were hopeful that focusing on your career would help you to move on.

•it’s just a shame that your heart never did.

[izziejomarbles]

How dare you? part 2

shitty friends suck.

You felt so dramatic. Holed up in your room, only leaving when you knew no one was outside. It was killing you inside. But you hoped to god it was killing Steve more.

He hadn't tried to see you since the first time, which annoyed you. Why wasn’t he fighting for you? Didn’t he care?

You heard Wanda approach the door. This was the 6th time this week.

‘Y/n? I know you're hurt. I can see that you are hurting. We don’t want to be annoying but all we want to do is help.’

They didn’t want to be annoying? How do they think you felt when everyone else was with family while you were alone? A hell of a lot more than annoying. You were getting angry now. You stormed up to your door, making Wanda take a surprised step back as you opened it.

‘Y/n! We missed you, I was wond-’

‘Wanda. Either get out, or I’m going to yell.’

‘Yell. Please. It’s better than radio silence. I can take it.’

‘Do you know what it’s like to have bad friends? Because that's what you guys are. Terrible fucking friends. It makes you feel small. An inconvenience. Everytime we go on a mission I feel like you guys hate me. So in turn I hate myself. Which is exhausting. And I’m so goddamn tired, Wanda! I just want to be enough. I’m a good friend, am I not? Why am I not enough for you guys?’

The tears were coming back, rolling fast down your face. You knew that you had wasted too many tears on the people you called your family, and yet you still couldn’t stop the whimpers you were making.

Wanda's eyes softened as you put your hands on your knees, exhausted from the tears that were wracking your body.

‘I’m so tired of not being enough, Wanda. I’m so tired.’

She pulled you into her arms, and for the first time in a long time, you felt comfort in someone that wasn’t Steve. Usually you would have to imagine that their arms were his, but you didn’t have to. Wanda was here, not Steve.

‘Honey, I didn’t know you were feeling all this. I’m so sorry. You are enough. You are more than enough and I can’t put into words how sorry I am that we made you feel like that. There were so many times when I wanted to go into our head because I could see that you were hurting but I promised you all I wouldn’t without your permission. God, I’m so sorry.’

Her apology hadn't made you feel better, but you did realise you probably should have told them you were feeling this way, because even though they were being bad friends, it had to be your fault in one way or another.

Wanda put her hands on your shoulders and looked you dead in the eyes.

‘No. Y/n, stop that right now. You are not going to make excuses for us when we don't deserve them. None of this is even vaguely your fault. Now go clean those tears off your face we’re watching a movie.’

You quickly cleaned yourself up, before making yourself down the hallway towards the living room. Before you could process what was happening, Steve was coming towards you, and fast.

‘Y/n. I missed you so much. I’ve been so worried about you.’

Apparently not worried enough to actually come and check on her.

‘Oh, yeah? Then where have you been?’

Steve looked taken aback, like he didn’t expect you to still be mad at him.

‘Um, I assumed you wanted some space?’

‘You assumed? Why didn’t you just ask? We live in the same building, Steve. I swear to god, I don’t know how I’ve put up with this.’

Steve’s eyes softened as you saw the hurt settle into his features.

‘Put up with what, Y/n?

‘This!’

You exclaimed, waving your hands around.

‘You are treating me badly, and even though I know I deserve better, I still forgive you and your half-assed apologies! I’m sick of it.’

Steve took a step back.

‘So am I right to assume that you still want space?’

You didn’t laugh.

‘I don’t want space. I want you to come back, but not with some half hearted apology. I want a real one, Steve.’

‘I might have to get back to you on that. I’m not good at speaking my mind.’

You smiled.

‘Evidently.’

‘But I heard you and Wanda were having a movie night? Is it possible that I could get an invite?’

You studied his face for a second. He seemed to be being genuine, but you didn’t fully trust your judgement at the moment.

‘I’ll offer you an invite. But I haven’t forgiven you. And I’ll be waiting for that apology.’

He walked away, looking a little too happy for someone who hadn't actually been forgiven. But you were feeling nice. And you’d deal with the rest of them later.

‘Y/n!’

You heard Wanda shout from the other room.

‘I was thinking about watching the holiday?’

‘That’s fine with me!’

‘Cool! Now get your ass over here. You have an amazing amount of body heat and I want to use it.’

sorry this kind of sucks. please submit some requests because i have no ideas. i think i might also start writing on ao3, but different stuff than on here. anyway, i love you all and am so thankful for all the support you guys give me.

[missgay17]

WASHING MACHINE HEART- EDDIE MUNSON

Genre: Angst

Summary: Reader was a freak just like Eddie but she join the cheer leading group which is where Chrissy Cunningham was popular. As she died, Eddie like Chrissy and see the reader as the dead Chrissy.

Warning: none

Eddie had been friends with you since elementary so you knew about his feelings for one and only Chrissy Cunningham. And it's not new for you to see him looking at her everytime she walked passed the hallway most of the time.

"we have a meeting later for my campaign." Eddie said as he leaned at his locker watching you fixed your things.

"what? can you just postpone it? i have something to do later." you said and Eddie was super confused as he never recall you saying other agendas for today.

"you never told me anything about that super important something later. are you hiding something from me? you know that I'll figure it out right?" he asked as you closed the locker but Eddie's eyes never left from you.

"i have a cheer leading audition later. it's my chance to be a cheer leader." you said and Eddie was a bit confused and hurt. Questions are appearing in his mind. Why does she needs to be a cheer leader? Does she hate being with the freak like me?

"you're overthinking, Eddie." you spoke to caught his attention again.

"it's just why do you have to be a cheer leader? i am fine having a freak best friend." He said as he wrapped his arms at your shoulders but took it off when Chrissy walked passed the hall again.

"hello (your name)! see you at the audition." Chrissy said with a smile that I think caused Eddie to die while you're in the same situation because you feel like you want to die seeing him being happy with someone else.

When you were younger, your mother told you that love is something you feel for someone that you think is the one guy that you'll marry but she never told you that it will hurt so much. It's just something that learn growing up as you saw Eddie being in love with Chrissy.

You're supposed to seat beside Eddie at your last class but Chrissy was already sitting beside him. Eddie looked at you and he noticed something's wrong but as soon as the class ended, you went to the girl's bathroom to saw someone from the cheer leading squad was in the bathroom that looks like puking at the toilet bowl.

"are you okay?" you asked and the voice responded. it's Chrissy's voice.

"I'm fine go away." She said and even though you want to help, you left her in there alone.

You went to the court to start your audition as you were performing your audition performance, the judges seems to like your moves and luckily you passed the audition.

You're excited to tell Eddie about it and you know that he'll probably be in your his favorite spot. You're running from happiness and as soon as you reached the table where you two would always hang out, you saw Chrissy talking to Eddie and they are laughing. Seeing the look in Eddie's eyes, the spark was never big when he's with you. It hurt to see everything so you had to walk out of the scene but as Eddie looked at side, he saw you walking out.

You walked home because of the pain that you carry in your heart. You're as blonde as Chrissy and you had those perfect smile too but the only problem is you're still not her. Something about her makes him laugh more than you can. As you reached your house, your mom was in there cooking dinner.

"good afternoon sweetheart! Where's Eddie?" Your mom asked but you didn't answer as you just went straight to your bed and let your body throw yourself at the bed as you sobbed in there.

Eddie thought you're waiting for him at the van but as soon as he walked inside, there's no sign of you. So he thought you pulled a prank on him hiding at the sides of the van or even under. He even asked other students if they saw you and that's when he found out that you walked home. He was confused but brush it off.

Next day, he went to your house to pick you up but your mom said that you already left and once again, that made Eddie confuse as he started to think what kind of problems had caused you to stay away from him. You were at all of the classes but you didn't nor give Eddie a look. You just sat there pretending that you didn't know anyone from the class but it's hard because you could feel Eddie looking at you. At lunch, you grabbed your food as you went to the popular table and they gladly accepted you.

"nice to know that I'm not the only freak here." Lucas whispered to you but you ignore him.

"being a freak is a lifestyle trust me we'll always be freaks even if we became popular." She responded as she ate her food and Lucas knew something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Dustin was confused because during lunchtime you sat beside him and share food with each other as you looked at Eddie drooling over Chrissy.

"what happened to (your name)?" Dustin asked to Eddie.

"i don't know Henderson. She just stopped talking to me." Eddie said and Dustin glanced at you as you laughed with Lucas pretending to have a great time but honestly you want to eat this lunch at the bathroom. That's just in the first day of you not talking to Eddie and now it's been months since you stopped talking to him. Just a week ago, Chrissy was announced dead at Jason's apartment with bones snapped. You know that it's been tough for Eddie loosing Chrissy but as far as you know they didn't date and Eddie was just a friend to Chrissy.

You looked at your Queen tape as you put the tape in your Walkman and walked out of the school. You're in your spot again but this time alone listening to your tapes when Eddie came out of nowhere.

"(your name)." His voice calling your name was like the sound of ocean and waves soothing your day.

"what do you need Eddie?" You asked as he sat in front of you.

"It's been a month since you've ignore me and I don't know what I did wrong!" He said to you but you try to stay with a neutral face but tears started to form from your eyes.

"you want to know why I stopped talking to you?! it's because I'm in love with you and you're in love with Chrissy! Have you even thought about me? It's always her. She's dead but it's still her." You yelled pointing your finger as him

Eddie was shocked to that from you knowing that you had kept this feelings for a long time. He just sat in there dumbfounded.

[6sakusa]

hello i see requests are open 🥺 can you write an angst to fluff with suna 💞💞 maybe som ething related to birthdays/anniversary’s, or just feel free to take creative liberty. thank you i love your work 😖💞

“birthday” suna rintarō.

a/n : i hope you enjoy, if so please support by liking & reblogging <3

warnings : angst, implications of a toxic relationship, mild swearing, me not proof reading sorry.

you had been sitting against the hardwood chair for hours now, it felt pointless to even count, time was blurring slowly and you couldn’t help but fade away with it. you would have never imagined your day would go like this, from the moment you had woken up your boyfriend suna hadn’t been in bed next to you, granted that was something you were used to. however, you thought today would be different, considering it was your birthday.

since suna went pro he seemingly had less and less time for you but you could tell he was making as much as an effort as possible, that’s probably the reason that you failed to address it multiple times regardless of the way it had been eating away at you. how could you get in the way of your boyfriends dreams? he had finally accomplished everything he had wanted since high school, he was playing for a division one team, he had the apartment he’d been dreaming of, the car he had saved on his pinterest board since he was seventeen, and now even though he never cared for fame he was definitely famous.

and you were there for the entire ride, you were there when he first decided to try out for inarizaki’s volleyball team in first year, even though you weren’t dating then you still encouraged him to go for it. you were the one who showed up to his first practice to ease his nerves even though he tried to act brave. you were there when he went to nationals for the first time, the look in his eyes was indescribable, it was beautiful and it’s when you knew that you were slowly falling in love with suna. you were there when he lost his first official game comforting him as much as you could. you were there in second year when he lost against karasuno, you were there when he got his first girlfriend advising him what to get her even though you were completely whipped over him. yes, you were always by his side, thankfully the two of you made things official in third year.

but now looking back thinking on all of it you realised one thing you had never even considered is that this would happen, that once suna achieved everything you would no longer be his priority. you weren’t going to lie to yourself, it hurt, it seriously hurt. especially when you had been anticipating him to leave atleast a note wishing you a happy birthday saying he would be back in a couple hours to celebrate with you. but no, there wasn’t even that. no note, no text, no phone call, nothing.

and here you thought you would take the burden off his hands by planning something for the day, you had spent hours preparing a three course meal knowing that once suna was back from practice he would be on the verge of knocking out, the last thing you wanted was him dragging himself to some fancy resturant across town at your benefit. yet, it didn’t matter how much you considered his feelings since he wasn’t even here to show an ounce of gratitude.

it was taking everything in you to hold in your tears, had he really forgotten? even his own teammates had taken the time to text or call you to wish you a happy birthday, but right now it was anything but that.

what probably hurt the most was the crushing realisation of how unimportant you were becoming in his life, why were you even still in it? did he even want you around, even if he does then that didn’t mean you should necessarily stay, afterall it was becoming clearer and clearer that you deserved better even if you cursed the thought of saying it outloud. well, you atleast deserved someone who could remember your special day.

your head darted to the door as you heard the sound of keys and the lock clicking, it was almost as if suna’s very presence could pull you out of any trance.

“rin?” you smiled, why were you smiling? you shouldn’t be smiling. were you really so hopelessly infatuated with your boyfriend that you would let all your thoughts melt away at the sight of him alone? come on now, this is disappointing.

you deserve better.

you launched yourself into his arms in which he embraced you tightly, it wasn’t anything special, he did it everytime he had come home to you, but you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach as if you were still in your honeymoon phase when it came to rintarō.

“are you hungry? i made some food.” you pulled away taking a glance at his face, even when you were right in front of him it didn’t even seem like he was acknowledging your presence. his eyes were trailing between empty space, not even looking down at you. you couldn’t help but sigh to yourself, why had you gotten so excited?

“nah.” he shook his head attempting to make his way over to your shared bedroom. he looked tired and you weren’t surprised, afterall being a pro player was no easy task but you hoped at the very least that he would say something. secretly you were hoping that this was all some shitty prank that he decided to play on you and any second now he would jump out saying happy birthday and offering to spend some time with you.

“but rin i-“ you could barely finish your sentence before he decided to cut in with a tone so sharp that it was offensive.

“not now y/n, i’m not in the mood.” he sighed.

“i understand that but-“

“are you really going to keep talking? don’t start this clingy shit right now i said i’m not hungry.” and with that he didn’t even bother turning around, not even one glance at the food you had prepared before he disappeared down the hallway.

oh.

so he really had forgotten, even though the two of you would joke around a lot you knew he would never take things this far. not to the point where your eyes were glued to the floor and it felt like you couldn’t breathe because of the way your heart was literally breaking in your chest, not to the point where it felt like the person who you deemed the most important on the planet didnt give a shit about you.

suna clicked his tongue running his hands through his hair in exasperation as he thought about the way he just treated you. truly, he didn’t know what his problem was, there was just so much pressure on him lately and it seemed to be building up from every corner of his life, except from you, so why did he always take things out on you? the one he cared about most? the one he would do anything for? maybe it’s because he knew there would be no serious consequences, or so he thought. regardless, he would apologise to you soon when he calmed down, you didn’t deserve all the shit he was putting you through and he would make sure you knew exactly what you meant to him.

but what he didn’t know is how you were standing in the kitchen with a hole in your heart. there wasn’t much you could do now, he barely let you speak and you weren’t really up to reminding him of the fact it was your birthday, especially if he didn’t care to hear it.

you sighed making your way to the fridge pulling out a chocolate cake, you had gotten it because you knew it was suna’s favourite flavour and he was particularly picky when it came to cakes even though it was your birthday.

“i might as well still celebrate.” you mumbled to yourself, tears making their way down your face. maybe for another day you could pretend that everything was okay.

you picked up some candles from the drawer and stuck them into the cake softly, it was a miracle how you could still keep your composure regardless of what had just happened. sighing you lit them up, in a way it was such a tragic sight to see. in everyone else’s eyes you had everything you could have ever wanted in life, people looked up to you and yet here you were, feeling like the most lonely person on the planet.

“happy birthday to me.” you whispered with a sad smile and glossy eyes before blowing out the candles.

tragic indeed.

“y/n?” suna turned the corner raising an eyebrow at your state. he could tell you were crying and as much as it hurt him it also shocked him, he had said mean things to you before but you didn’t usually cry over them even though they clearly caused you pain. it took everything in him not to hit his head against the wall right now, you were in this state because of how he dismissed you.

you looked up at him, your eyes were void of the excitement they held when you had saw him earlier and he took note of it. “oh rintarō, do you want cake?” your tone was curious but your expression was deadpan, and to suna it was scary.

“i came to apologise.” he began making his way towards you glancing at the cake several times, why were you blowing out candles?

that’s when it hit him. what day is it today? he wasn’t sure he hasn’t been very perceptive of time lately but he did know it was your birthday month.

his heart dropped.

had he really neglected you this much lately that he had forgotten your own birthday? and he had the audacity to call himself your boyfriend.

“y/n, i’m so sorry i don’t know how i forgot-“

“save it rin, i see things clearly now, thank you.” you turned to make your way out of the kitchen but he was onto you before you were even able to.

“you see things clearly? what do you mean? y/n, i know i’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately and forgetting your birthday is unforgivable but please don’t say what i think you’re about to.” he clenched his jaw pulling your hand into his chest.

“what do you want me to do? ealier you didn’t even let me speak, is it something i did? do you hate me?” you asked with tears streaming down your face, you couldn’t pretend anymore.

“no, no, don’t ever think that, you’re perfect, you’re everything i could ever ask for, you’re not the problem you never have been.” he embraced you, wrapping his arms so tightly as if the moment he let go you would be gone.

“so why don’t you care about me anymore?” the broken tone in your voice was sending suna off the rails, he couldn’t believe he was the cause of this, he hated himself.

“that’s not true, i do care about you, i love you, you’re everything to me, you don’t even know how much you mean to me.” he pulled away to cup your face, this time you could see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine interest, the adoration. “fuck, i’ve just been under pressure and i’ve taken it out on you, i can’t even tell you how sorry i am.”

“give me another chance to be better to you y/n, please don’t leave me i can’t live without you.” he fell to his knees, still holding your hand in his.

“rin-“

“please” he begged, a look of anguish prominant on his features as if he expected you to say no.

“get up rin.” you watched as he rose slowly, anxiety engulfing him as he couldn’t anticipate your answer. “i’ll give you another chance, always.”

“thank you.” he kissed your forehead before bringing you back into his arms.

“what are you doing?” you frowned watching as he brought out his phone and began texting.

“i just told my coach i’m taking a week off, i swear i’ll make this up to you, happy birthday y/n.”

you smiled at the thought of having your boyfriend to yourself for an entire week for the first time in ages, maybe your birthday wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

“tell me what you want princess, anything at all.. do you want to go out of the country? you wanted to see paris right?”

you chuckled at his words as he wiped your tears, looking at you with eyes full of love. “i don’t care what we do, as long as i’m with you.”

“well first how about i have cake with the love of my life?” he turned to the chocolate cake on the dining table before relighting the candles. “how about you do this properly this time hmm?”

“i would like that.” you smiled.

[miyagifangkai]

Old Wounds

!Gif is not mine!

Summary: Reader and Eli used to be best friends until they grew apart over the years. The two reunite after Eli gets beat up and you’re there to clean up his wounds.

Word Count: 3,065 it’s a little bit long

Couple Pairing: Eli/Hawk x Reader

Characters involved: Eli/Hawk, Reader, and mentions of Robby Keene, Demetri, and Moon

Warnings: mentions of blood, bruises, and scars, angst, cursing, and kissing. Hawk is pretty sad in this one… very soft boi as well lol 😋

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one. So I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it! (:

Also don’t be afraid to send in a request! Please do! ❤️

You and Eli had been best friends since day one.

The both of you always getting to hang out with each other and the other neighbor kids while you two were growing up on the same street together was a recipe for a blossoming friendship. You and him seemed to always be two peas in a pod; when you both hit kindergarten that’s when your parents would tease you two about being boyfriend and girlfriend causing you two to develop what they called, “cooties” towards one another. Even though everyone would tease Eli for hanging out with a girl, which was just such an abomination, he kept doing it anyway; he felt like you were the only one who would understand him and his quirks and you felt likewise for him. You two went along being best friends until you hit the sixth grade; that was when Demetri came along and put a wrench into your friendship. You and Eli have been developing feelings for each other for some time now and it felt like you two were starting to grow apart. Eli started hanging out with Demetri more and leaving you behind which for a while you didn’t mind it. You understood Eli had a new friend and wanted Demetri all to himself but when it started becoming an everyday thing it was hard to deny your hurt feelings. You loved Eli and you wanted to spend time with him more often but you were too afraid to tell him that. You didn’t want to inconvenience your friend with your neediness so you decided to let Eli be.

The years went on and now you have entered your senior year of high school, you and Eli grew apart from each other after he started hanging out with Demetri. You didn’t hate Demetri or have any hard feelings toward the boys but there definitely was some pain hidden behind your fake smile when you passed them in the hallway. You and Eli never really hung out again after him and Demetri got so close; the occasional, “hey” or “how are you” but nothing more than that. Eventually, your small talks ended as you got older. You had learned that Eli had joined karate and got himself a red mohawk and now called himself, “Hawk”, but from what you had seen so far he seemed like he was a real douchebag. He became a bully and everytime you passed him in the hallway he acted like you never existed besides your efforts of trying to contact him. You had no idea what had happened to him. You saw him get bullied throughout the years for being meek and mostly because of his lip but you had always thought that his lip is what made him special. You admired him for his “I don't give shit attitude” but now he’s taken that attitude and notched it up to eleven.

Also, the amount of fights that the two dojo’s have gotten into is starting to become ridiculous. You didn’t see how they haven’t been expelled yet. They got rid of Robby Keene, for good reason, but you didn’t understand why the others were still allowed to come; they were just gonna fight again. But so far, they have kept their cool but the pot was about to boil over again. You had noticed Hawk and Demetri go their separate ways as well since Hawk has changed. Demetri still gave effort on trying to get through him but to no avail. Hawk still kept pretending that neither you or Demetri existed. But what really broke your heart was when he got with Moon, you had nothing against her, she had no idea how you felt about Eli but it still hurt nonetheless. She was beautiful and you couldn’t help but compare yourself to her, what did she have that you didn’t? Besides looks, popularity, and a totally awesome personality; yep, she was the whole package. You didn’t fault him for being with her but it still broke you. You’ve loved Eli for years and still have trouble admitting that to yourself because of his actions lately.

Some nights you’d sit and watch Eli arrive home to immediately go into his room and close his curtains, you couldn’t help but miss him even after all you’ve heard that he’s done. Tonight seemed like any other night until Eli came home clutching his side and limping; you almost walk away from your window when you saw that Eli caught a glimpse of you watching him. He walked up to his window and you could see him squinting his eyes to get a better look at you and you waved at him, you saw him smile at you and wave back. Your heart jumps in your chest and you almost start to hyperventilate, your best friend from all of these years is noticing you again? You had missed his company and his support; the late night talks, the movie nights, and being able to go over to his place to escape your family. Man, it seemed like you needed him more than ever.

Suddenly, you get a message from him on your phone, “Hey, can you come over? Need to talk.”

What the fuck? Why was he wanting to talk to you? After all of this time that has passed. Him completely ignoring the fact of your existence. You couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. You knew that he and Moon had broken up but at school he didn’t seem bothered by it… at least you thought. You look back at Eli’s window and he’s waiting for your response. You nod your head and get on your coat and tiptoe down your stairs, hoping your mom or dad won’t hear you sneaking out. You get out the door and walk to Eli’s to find him in his yard sitting down looking at the sky. You noticed a few scrapes and bruises that adorned his cheeks along with a busted lip.

“Hey, Eli?” you say his name with uncertainty not exactly knowing what to call him after all of these years.

“Hey, Y/N!” He jumps up and embraces you. You stand there for a second unsure of what to do. You eventually lift your arms a little bit and loosely hold him at his waist. You can hear sniffles coming from the boy and your mind starts to wonder.

Throwing out all of your questions, especially the one on why he’s talking to you again asking, “Eli, what’s wrong?”

“I needed you.”

You almost gasp at this, not totally understanding what is going on, “What happened?”

Eli lets go of you which allows you to get a better look at him. His face had multiple cuts, bruises, his nose was bleeding slightly, and his lip had been busted. You decided not to react to this, damning your own pride, because all you wanted to do was take care of him at this moment.

“The Cobra’s… they jumped me.”

“The Cobra’s? Who?”

“Rivalry dojo.”

That’s when the thoughts of Robby Keene came through and you had remembered that he was part of the Cobra Kai dojo.

“Oh, Eli honey… what did you do?”

“They started talking shit and I exploded--”

“Eli–”

“But I didn't calculate the fact that I was alone and it was three against one.”

You couldn’t help but reach up to touch his face and gently rub it with him slightly wincing at your soft touch, “I’m so sorry, Eli. C’mon let’s get you cleaned up.”

You and Eli walk inside his house and head to the bathroom. Remembering where the bandaids, washcloths, and rubbing alcohol is you get him settled down on the side of his bathtub. You wet the washcloth with warm water, “Okay, this might sting a little.” You gently set the warm washcloth on one of his cuts on the side of his face and he quietly winces trying to hide it.

“Eli, you don’t have to hide from me,” you shake your head and Eli swallows thickly. You pull your hand away from his face and look at him trying to assess how much more damage there was on his face. You have already cleaned his face off and that’s when you caught a glimpse of blood on his arm.

You take a step back from Eli, “Take off your shirt.”

“Wh-what?”

“Take off your shirt. Let me check you.”

Eli nods and stands up and takes his shirt off and you try to hide your shock. His body was littered with even more hematomas and wounds. You also noticed his new tattoos, one that was on his left side of his chest and the humongous hawk on his back. You couldn’t believe how much Eli has changed. You purse your lips, squat down to get at eye level with his torso, lift your hand, and graze over his ribs lightly.

“Fuck,” Eli quietly squeaks at you.

“They got you good, dude,” you suck in a breath between your teeth, almost feeling Eli’s pain as you put the washcloth to one of his gashes on his hip.

“You fucking think. They beat my ass, dude,” Eli’s eyes well up with tears again, “I’m so fucking weak.”

You stand back up and look at him as Eli turns his head and tries to avoid your eyes. You put your hand under his chin and force him to look at you, “I told you, Eli, you don’t have to hide from me.” He nods his head and let’s his tears start coming forth. You let him cry while you clean up his other soon to be scars with rubbing alcohol and warm water. As you finish up and he starts drying his tears you say, “There you go, Eli. I did the best I could. Tomorrow, take the day off and rest, okay? Plenty of water and tylenol,” you start cleaning up the supplies and putting them up but stop in your tracks to glare at him, “Oh, and… if you start coughing up blood or something I highly advise you to call the doctor, got it?” You had noticed a strong tone in your voice making sure your advisories were reaching him. Eli shakily nods his head at you, “Okay, I understand.” Not having anything else to say to him you just start walking towards his front door; you have already started getting mentally prepared for him to forget you again. You weren’t a part of his universe anymore, he had other friends now that made him happy. Until he catches up to you and grabs your arm, “Hey, where are you going?”

“Home?”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, Eli. It’s late. I have school tomorrow.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right,” Eli had nothing else to say. You seemed adamant about wanting to get out of there as soon as possible until you say, “I know you’re hurt. I don’t want to burden you anymore but can I ask you something? Serious?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You take a deep breath trying to find the best words to say, “Why did you leave? I mean, why did you forget about our friendship?”

“I–”

Eventually the word vomit forces itself out, “Did you just forget about us? Was Demetri just so fucking awesome that you totally forgot about me? Do you even know how it ate away at me? How it fucking hurt to know that you weren’t going to be a part of my life anymore? I mean, you were my everything. Truly, you meant everything to me. I would’ve done anything for you, Eli and you threw me away. So fucking why?” By this point you started to cry, and you hated that you were giving him that satisfaction.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. Everything just happened so fast. When I started hanging out with Demetri you just kind of dropped me so I thought you were mad at me and I wanted to give you space. I thought you had cut me out and I was too afraid to confront you, Y/N.”

“What? I tried to reach you and talk to you but you just pulled away from me, Eli.”

“Everytime we talked it felt forced and awkward and I thought you hated me so I gave up.”

You scoff, “you gave up?”

“Yes. I gave up. You ignoring me and being awkward with me hurt too much so I gave up.”

Your ears perk up at this sentence, “What?”

“Yeah, you think I didn’t miss you either? It hurt me too.”

“Eli, I–”

“No, Y/N, don’t. Get out.”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out!”

You flinched at his words but stood your ground, you weren’t gonna give up on him this time, “No,” you say as you straighten your shoulders.

“Excuse me?”

“No. I want you to be my friend again, Eli. I'm not leaving.”

“You’re not gonna victimize yourself and pretend that you haven’t done anything wrong this time,” Eli says with anger tinting his tone.

“Fine.”

“Fine!” Eli abruptly moves his arm causing him to almost fall down and you catch him, “Fuck. This hurts!” You nod your head choosing to keep silent and you lead him up to his bedroom.

You help Eli lay down in his bed and you cover him up as you lay down beside him, the distance feeling like you two were miles away.

You roll over and place your head on your hand, “Hey, listen, I’m sorry… for what I said.”

“Hey, no hard feelings. It needed to be said. Between us both. I’m sorry too.”

You give Eli a small smile, “Thanks.”

“Thanks for what?”

“For forgiving me.”

“Yeah, of course. Back at ya.”

You take Eli’s hand in yours, “Eli, since we are laying it all out on the table and all. I need to say this.”

“What is it?”

“I love you,” Relief starts to dawn upon you. You finally told him.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Your heart stops for a second, you let go of his hand, and you question yourself on if he meant as friends until he continues with, “you’re my best friend.” That’s when your heart drops and you start to debate on if you wanted to tell him the truth. Should you ruin the moment with your actual feelings for him? Should you really tell him the truth?

You lay back down and place your head on the pillow and sigh.

“Why the long face?”

“No reason. Just worried about you,” you try to say in the most convincing tone possible.

“I’ll be okay. Tis’ but a scratch,” Eli smirks at you knowing damn well that the joke would make you chuckle and it worked. He always found ways to make you laugh.

“God, you’re such an idiot,” you say through your chuckles.

Eli starts to laugh with you until he laughs a little bit too hard and winces again, you put your hand on his arm, “hey, hey, hey, you’re okay,” you start to embrace him to keep him from moving so much.

“God, this sucks. Those assholes.”

“Yeah, I have no clue about what’s going on in your karate war but I’m definitely not on their side.”

Eli smiles at you, “Hey, skip school with me tomorrow?”

“Eli, I can’t.”

“Oh! Come on! Plleeeaassee? We can have a movie day!” Eli grins at you once more and you say, “Okay, don’t twist my arm. I’ll do it.”

Eli exclaims, “Yes! Awesome!”

You just laugh at him as you sink into your embrace together and Eli cranes his neck to look at you, “I never thought that you’d be the big spoon.”

“Seriously? You know I completely dominate you any day of the week!”

Eli slowly starts to roll over so he can look at you better, “Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, dude! Your ass is grass!”

Eli stares into your eyes for a second or two; his eyes sinking down to your lips and then he kisses you and your eyes widen finding it hard to kiss him back. Eli pulls away, “You have absolutely no clue how badly I have been wanting to do that for years.”

“Oh trust me, Moskowitz, I have an idea,” you say as you lean down to kiss him again.

You two pull away from each other breathing heavily and look at each other in shock.

Eli finally breaks the silence, “Holy shit.”

“Uh, yeah. So–”

“That happened.”

You clap your hands lightly and rub them together, “Yeah, sure did.”

Eli smirks at you, “So, you love me, huh?”

“Hey, don’t smirk at me! You kissed me first,” you crack a smile at him.

“Would it be totally inappropriate if I kissed you again?”

“No way!” You say to him as you kiss him again.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, not even worrying about the lecture you’re going to get from your parents tomorrow evening. This was your moment. The one you have been waiting for. As you two had long talks about everything that you have missed from each other’s lives, from your shitty boyfriends and backstabbing friends all the way to him learning karate and getting the mohawk, then going back and recleaning Eli’s wounds, and eventually drifting off to sleep together this was one of the best nights of your life and same goes for Eli. You and him slept well into the morning not even caring about the amount of time that you two lost in the afternoon. All you knew was that Eli was yours and you were his.

The two of you have been waiting years for this to happen. You could tell in Eli’s eyes that he genuinely loves you. He really did mean the world to you and even at one point he was your world, but soon enough he was going to be your world again and you were going to be his.

All of the heartache and the pain from the past was starting to subside as you slowly began to forgive Eli for his shittiest actions. You even forgave yourself for being too prideful to admit your feelings for him.

The both of you still had a lot of growing to do but you were willing to do that together.

[mizunetzu]

Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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Jdjdjejejc this was real fun to write HAHAHAHA I’m lowkey proud of it

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hi! may i pls make a request for bokugo, todoroki and midoriya hcs on what they would do if they had to vs their secret crush in the 1v1 ua sports festival arc? i hope you have a great day!!🥺

Hi babe! Im so sorry it took so long to make these, but I literally couldn’t stop thinking about this idea cause it was so fricking cuttteeeeeeeee

I did headcannons as well as a short one shot right after, I hope thats alright! <3

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku

Warnings: cussing

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Bakugo

This dude right here ^^^

Sorry but-hes not gonna be too kind

Bakugo most deifnitely is denying every single damn sign that he has a crush on you

He deifnitely doesn’t stare at you for way too long during class, or doesn’t smirk to himself when you got past this first round, and his heart didn’t drop to the floor when he realized he would have to fight against you

Nope, deifnitley not

😑😑😑 Bakugo stop being a shit and admit you have feelings

Kirishima was the one who first recognized his crush on you, and you know damn well he noticed Bakugo’s demeanor instantly changed when he saw your face flash against his in the versus round

When Bakugo saw that on the screen, his shoulders instantly stiffened, his eyes steeled, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets so no one could see how tightly his hands were balled up

Only Kirishima noticed the change in his best friend as his freinds cheered at the line up

“Hey-you okay dude?” He asked, his voice full of concern as he tried to place a hand on his shoulder

Of course, Bakugo being the little shit he is, shoved his hand away with his shoulder, standing up quickly

“I’m gonna go get ready for the 2nd round,” he grumbled, giving his friend a side eyed look and he turned his back on the stadium and going to the hallways to chill

Now, even though he was rudeeeeeeeee af, this dude is freaking the hell out internally

He wants to win so badly, but-at what cost? Something was different with you-he was okay with putting his all into each and every fight

If he had to hurt himself, or hurt his opponent to come out on top-that’s all that mattered right? But for some reason, the thought of hurting you made his body feel queasy and made him feel like shit-

this never happened to him, this possessive want to protect someone and keep them safe-this was such a foreign feeling that it kind of scared him

Was he getting soft? Was he not tough anymore?

He didn’t know what to do-go easy on you and potentially let you win, making him look weak? Or go all out, making sure he wins to the point that he hurts you-which would make him feel like shit after. Would you hate him after? Could he handle that idea of you despising him for hurting you?

These thoughts were making him so conflicted to the point of rage , and Bakugo being Bakugo, he was just fuming internally,

his digits were tugging at his strands, his fist colliding with the table as a curse slipped through his lips

He didn’t know what to do and it was fucking annoying to him

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“So I guess we’re paired together huh?” your voice echoed through the deathly silent room, the sound sending a cold shiver down Bakugo’s back.

He quickly looked up, his chest tightening at the mere sight of you leaning against the door frame.

“This is my fucking room-get out,” he grumbled, his crimson red eyes squinting at you at an attempt to look intimidating.

You simply rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips.

You had known Bakugo for too long and too well to get scared at his harsh words anymore.

“I don’t see your name on the door,” you quipped back with a grin, “and besides, it might be good Im in here. You’re so loud somebody’s gonna think you’re talking to yourself.”

Shit-was he really starting to talk to himself now?

Bakugo swallowed a clump of saliva, a pit growing in his stomach. If he was talking to himself-did you hear everything he had said? Did you know he was actually thinking of going soft on you?

You noticed how he stiffened at your words, a gruff exhalation of breath leaving his lips.

“Don’t worry, I was just joking around-“, You simply chuckled, shaking your head as you sat down next to him. “-but you still are really loud though.”

“And you’re still fucking annoying, as always.”

“Ouch!” You smiled, scrunching up your nose in mock hurt.

Bakugo pursed his lips, hating how cute he found you when you made that expression.

You didn’t seem to notice the way Bakugo was affected by your movement, taking a deep breath.

Something in your expression had changed-you no longer looked so carefree and relaxed. You gave him a concerned look, your teeth gnawing at the side your cheek.

“So is something on your mind? You’re usually always cussing someone out, but cussing at the air isn’t usually your thing.”

His feet shuffled under the table, his hands way more clammy than they usually were. So he really was being too loud- he needed to think of soemthing to tell you. And something realllllll fucking quick.

But he couldn’t-he felt like his was gasping for air, just staring at your waiting face. God, why did he have to actually like you like that? Now as he’s looking at you, something in his heart hurt-he couldn’t hurt you. He just-couldnt. He’d feel like a dick after and he’s never be able to forgive himself if he laid even a scratch on you.

Why was this so fucking hard?

You sighed, your tongue swiping your bottom lip as you look down at your hands.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” you looked up, your eyes piercing to him and making his lungs feel shut off. “But-dont let it affect you. I want you to come at me with all you got-“

You gave him a devilish grin, your eyes sparkling.

“-I wanna rub it in your face that I actualy beat you in front of a whole ass crowd. Might be good for you ego too,” you gave out a laugh at the last sentence, Bakugo’s shoulder softening slightly.

“Tch-,” he grunted out, his crimson eyes rolling in their sockets, “-like you could ever fucking beat me.”

You gave him one final look, your eyes quitting at him with a mischievous glint.

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him one last smile, standing up from your chair.

“I’ll see ya later.”

Bakugo heard your feet walk out the room, that tell tale click of the door closing softly reverberating in the room. He let out a sigh, something about your words making him feel like a huge weight just left his shoulders.

If you wanted him to go all out-then he’d do it.

Izuku

Dude, this poor baby

He’s actually freaking out. Like HARD.

Izuku wants to win pretty badly to prove it to himself, his family, his mentor/role model...but at what cost? Hurting you?

Hahah well that’s funny cause that ain’t happening

He’s legit thinking of just going easy on you-what’s the harm in that? Sure he might lose, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt-

This dude is not very good at hiding his feelings for you, so of course Iida and Ochaco already know of this infactuation obsession Izuku has for you

They kinda have to explain to him that’d it be really really stupid to just let you beat himjust because he didn’t want to hurt you

Iida basically explained that it’d hurt the “pride and prestige quality of the games” if he didn’t “fight to his fullest” and “y/n’s honor would be incredibly diminished” as the fight “wouldn’t be fair nor honest”

Which basically translated to just fight her Midoriya

Uraraka told him that you could hold your own, and you wouldn’t ever get mad at him cause like-it’s the point for everyone to fight their all to win

So Izuku kinda took a chill pill

Until he stepped into that arena

Cause ohohoohohoh it is wayyyyy different from talking about fighting to actually doing it

He’s kinda nervous at first-cause it’s happening. He has to actually fight you like this. In front of everybody.

Damn fate really did not like him right now did it?

You come at him full force-and holy CRAP did it throw him off

But it kind of woke him up to the situation-if your going to try your best, then he felt a little bit better forcing himself to do his best as well

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna scream “Sorry!” And run over to you everytime he blasts ya with OFA, but it’s all good

Your fight was a little bit longer than the others, but in the end, you lost to Izuku

You two were seriously burnt out though-you got cuts and bruises everywhere from falling (and a big ass headache), and Izuku’s arms looked like burnt fried chicken

Deku felt pride in himself, cause damn you were really strong and he actually fought you off but-he hurt you AND made you lose

Looking at your face, he feels like shit-cause of course you look really beat down knowing you won’t be advancing to the next round

His foot stumbled forward, wanting to go see if you were okay

But the teachers quickly usher you two to go see the nurses, so he just had to give you an apologetic look until he could actually talk to you

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Izuku sat on the make shift bed, every movement he made setting off a plethora of crinkling noises from the paper overlay.

Everything seemed to be okay with him-he was actually surprised to hear he wasn’t as beat up as he thought he really was. Over course, Recovery Girl scolded him for taking such a risk on his body with his quirk, but with a big smooch on his cheek he was ready to go.

He heard a click of a door opening, expecting to see Recovery Girl come hobbling over to check his vitals one last time-until he looked up and his heart stopped on his chest.

There you were, banged up and bruise, your stance favoring your right side.

You seemed to be pretty surprised to see him too-your eyes widened in shock, and your shoulders stiffened at the sight of him.

Izuku’s head was going on overdrive-how were you feeling? Where you okay? Did he hurt you that badly? did you hate him? Was he invading your space just being present?

The thoughts were coming a mile a minute, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish as he kept watching you with a stunned, blank expression.

To his relief, your shocked expression turned into a small smile and your eyes softened as you looked at Izuku’s shy gaze.

“Hey,” you simply said, breaking the awkward silence of the room.

Izuku quickly cleared his throat, repeating a “hey” back to you as he watched you sit down, his toes scrunching in his battered red shoes.

Guilt was bubbling in his stomach, his brows knitted in pain as you tred to sit down on a hospital bed. You were practically limping your way to sit down, the unmissable look of pain knitted in your brows.

God, he did that? To you-out of all the people in the world, you were one of the last people he would ever want to land a finger on. Of course, you had messed him up pretty badly, but it just felt strange to know he had caused you this discomfort.

“Are you-you feeling alright?” He asked quietly, his voice meek and hesitant.

You gave him another strained smile, using the table next to you to support your weight.

You weren’t going to deny it-Izuku really did a number on you. In the fight, your adrenaline was kicking in so much that the pain was barely even noticeable to you. But now that you were calm and collected, the throbbing pain that seemed to be everywhere was coming out in full force.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay-I guess,” you gave a small chuckle, trying to hide the grimace as a zap of pain pierced your bruised rib cage.

Izuku immediately noticed that look on your face, his feet touching the cold linoleum floor.

You felt hands gingerly circle around your sides, the pressure reassuring yet light, heat from another person radiating onto your back.

Midoriya was supporting your battered body, leading you to the closest bed and setting you down gingerly.

To say the feeling of Izuku holding you was making you flustered was an understatement-you were freaking the hell out. But something about him holding you was so comforting-even with him beaten up, and him being the reason you were in this portion- he still somehow was able to make you feel safe and protected.

“ ‘Zuku,” you asked, your heart thumping a mile a minute, “what are you-you doing?”

He set you down gingerly, his hands light and feathery against your skin.

“I-Uh,” He have you a sheepish grin, his cheeks red and his voice a stuttering mess from that nickname. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-to offend you, you just seemed like you were hurting...”

You tilted your head with a grin, your hand wrapping around his wrist for support.

“Don’t worry-you didn’t,”

His face light up, a warm relieved grin on his lips.

“Oh good! I was worried, cause after the whole match and everything, and you looked so hurt, I just, I don’t know, I was worried maybe you wouldnt want me around but I just didn’t want to-“

For some reason, that relief that you didn’t hate him had released the stuttering of poor Izuku, his brain going once again at a pace much to fast to comprehend.

You could barely catch a word, but you were able to stitch his thoughts together, a giggle escaping your lips.

He couldn’t be more adorable, could he?

Your heart pounded in your chest as your digits wrapping around his freckled cheeks. The sensation of your skin so close to his made his mouth stop in its tracks, his emerald eyes wide with shock.

“You really think I’d hate you ‘Zuku?”

God-he love that nickname. Your voice sent a shockwave if electricity through his body, his mind helplessly numb and in control by you.

Even with you cradling his cheeks, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I-Uh-Uh....maybe?”

Izuku heard you sigh, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

He know it would look strange to anyone walking in, with him standing in between your legs and your hands wrapped against his cheeks. He knew he should move, just in case of the off chance somebody could walk in, but-he didn’t want to. He was in love with the feeling of your body so close to his, finally able to drink in every beautiful feature of your face, put every perfect sensation into his memory....it was nerve wracking yet soothing and he never wanted this moment to end.

“Deku, I could never hate you,” you smiled gingerly, your mind fighting your digits from tracing each adorable freckle decorating his face.

He looked at you with wide, confused eyes, his bruised lips parted and mind blank.

You said-you didn’t hate him?

He felt a rush of relief completely envelope his body, feeling on top of the world. You didn’t hate him for fighting you-and you even said you could never hate him. Was he really that lucky to have such a sweet crush like you?

He felt so happy he just had the undeniable want to just kiss you-you we’re close enough after all, he could just lean in to you....

“Oh-uh,” he quickly stuttered our, terrified he would actually act on what he was thinking, “Thats-thats great, thank you,”

You chuckled at his flustered ness, his cheeks a raging red from his thoughts-he definitely wouldn’t ever stop being a nervous wreck around you.

Shoto

Honestly, you would never know Shoto had a crush on you

hes just SO HARD TO READ

Also this boy would be the last person to realize he had a crush in the first place

very very oblivious poor baby

anyways, because of this oblivious part of him, he’d probably figure out he had a crush right then and there

Like, as he sees your face flash against his, and theres a big VS symbol in between you two

He gets this terrible, sinking feeling

like OH SHIT I have to fight them 

He knew something was different this time around, because with everyone else he was fighting agains,t he could give two shits about them

but with you, the person he was actually fighting against felt important now

He just didn't want to fight you

So that through him off- big time

*queue a shoto todoroki internal monologue

this guy is really having an epiphany rn

Like dang- all those times I would stare at them, or get angry when somebody hurt them, or my face would get really hot when they told me “hi” meant I liked them!?

This pooor thingggggggggggggggg

Now,

 Shoto isnt egotisitical-

 hes just practical

So he knows that he would probably win this match-

 he saw you as a great fighter, yet his quirk was alot more flashy and powerful than yours

So he had either two options:

one) was to just go all out and try to finish the match ASAP, or

two) prolong it, so you could get some exposure to the heroes watching

(spoiler alert- he goes with number two)

But what he doesn't realized is how FLUSTERED he gets when hes fighting you

He’s never been close to you like this before, even if you are fighting-and damn he didn't realize he had been craving this 

He was making more mistakes than he usually would make in a match like this, so it was harder for him to keep the upper hand like he thought he would

But, of course- this is Shoto Todoroki we’re talking about

He finally zaps out of this love sick puppy phase and he starts to fight you for real now- 

anddddddd he manages to push you off the stage boundaries

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Shoto took a deep breath, his lungs feeling icy from his quirk and his body heavy with fatigue.

Damn- that was a hard ass fight.

The sound of a roaring crowd was piercing his ears, Present Mic’s booming voice echoing the results of the matchup.

“Todoroki” seemed to be echoing throughout the stadium, his last name a mantra in the speakers.  He won the match after all- he’d be advancing.

Shoto licked his lips, the tang of blood sparking in his mouth. Shoto didnt really feel much in these moments, as he could never really appreciate the achievements he had under his belt at such a young age.

But right now, something different was bubbling in his stomach- Shoto turned to look at you, your knees digging into the gravel and your fists balled into the dirt, your head laying low.

It wasnt rocket science to tell you were feeling down about loosing the match, and Shoto could see you were frustrated by the circumstances- he won, and you didnt.

Watching you struggling to get up from the icy ground he had made, your body beaten and bruised....he felt-guilty.

Suddenly, he felt his feet walking towards you, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest.

His head was swarming with nerves as he held out his digits, his palm stretched out in a peace offering.

“Here,” his voice was smooth and deep, sending a shiver down your spine as you looked up at his outstretched digits.

You gave him a quizzical look, almost as if to say “what are you doing?”

Shoto bit his bottom lip, looking at the side as his cheeks flushed red.

“Take my hand-you’re injured.”

His tone was placid and calm, his bi colored eyes boaring into yours. It was just so confusing....he won the match, so why did he want to help you?

“Why?” you asked, your voice groggy and thick.

“Because-you’re hurt, and I’m certain my old man wouldn’t want me to be doing this. So I want to do it.”

I small laugh escaped your lips, the sound so sweet that it made Shoto’s face even more red and his heart beat faster in his chest.

“Shoto Todoroki being a rebel-“ you joked, shaking your head as you laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from you.”

You looked up at the Todoroki son, a smile on your lips as you took his hand.

Ah crap-Shoto was really over heating at this point, his mind going haywire as he tried to figure out why it was so hard to keep his right side at bat as he pulled you up from the floor.

He found something so endearing about how small your palm was compared to his-it fit almost perfectly in his, the skin soft and warm against his.

Shoto cleared his throat, his eyes dancing nervously, trying his best to get his nerves in check.

“Is that-a bad thing?” He asked, feeling slightly sad that you had taken your hand out of his to dust off your tattered PE pants.

“Nope,” you said, popping the “p” in the sentence, “I think it’s a good thing-I like it.”

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The Next time OR 4 times Mat stood you up and the one time you had enough {Mathew Barzal}

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: ehh absolute sadness?

Something had changed over the course of yours and Mat's relationship. At the beginning he was incredibly attentive. He took you out on date nights at least once every two weeks depending on his schedule. Randomly let your favorite flowers be delivered to your apartment to put a smile on your face. When he was home you spent as much time as possible together during which he was more or less attached on your back. He was cuddling you and giving you kisses as much as he could.

When you had first started started dating you would have never thought he could be clingy or shy. But when things got serious between you two you quickly realized that he wasn't just that confident, good-looking hockey superstar. He could be really shy and would blush everytime you complimented him.

Now, nearly two years later things had changed. Of course Mat was still as busy as before. But now it seemed that he didn't want to spent time with you anymore. By now you had moved in together and you noticed that he came up with excuses not to spend time with you anymore. He was telling you practice was running late more often or told you that he would hang out with his teammates after practice or games. When he was away he'd text you less regular than usual. And the late night facetime calls were also becoming less and less until they became nonexistent.

It messed with your head. It made you insecure and it made you overthink every single thing about your relationship. You searched the problem in yourself. And came to a conclusion. You would try to better your relationship so it could go back to the way it was.

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1.

The first date was supposed to be a normal movie night after he got back from practice. You had asked him a couple of days before and he had agreed with 'I wouldn't miss it for the world'. Funny how things had turned out. You had everything ready. You put all of the pillows and blankets you had in your apartment on your couch to make it as comfortable and cuddly as possible. You had ordered pizza that was supposed to arrive in 45 minutes, shortly after Mat would be home as well. You had bought a bottle of his favorite wine and you just hoped you two would go back to your loving relationship. You had been antsy the whole day, excited to spent time alone with your boyfriend again. But just as you were about to go to the bedroom to change into something you felt a little sexier in than an old shirt and jeans your phone lit up with a message.

Mat🥰: hey. I'm sorry for having to cancel but we are doing a team building exercise that I can't miss. Will probably get in late. Don't wait up for me. Hope you're not too mad. LY

He had canceled. He really had canceled on you. But you understand the situation. The team was not doing well right now and you knew their coach was harder on them now. But you were still disappointed. You were so excited for him to finally have a movie night with you again. And the fact that he didn't even really texted an 'I love you' made your heart break a little. Letting yourself sit down on the couch and texting him back that it was fine you let out a big sigh. Looks like you had to crush the pizza and bottle of wine all by yourself. The next time it would all go well, you tried to tell yourself. Next time would be better.

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Your parent were in town. Since your hometown was far away from New York is was incredibly rare so you were buzzing the whole week before they would get there for the weekend. Your parents loved Mat and they always made sure to ask about him every time you were talking on the phone. Your mother always assured you that Mat was the one for you, saying that the way he looked at you spoke more than thousand words. Your dad even called him 'son' and had invited him out for fishing trips multiple times. So it was no surprise they wanted Mat to be there for the family dinner in a restaurant. So you talked to Mat about it the Tuesday morning before the weekend.

"Hey Mat?"

He looked up from his breakfast and hummed, signaling you to continue talking.

"So my parents are visiting this weekend. We are having a family dinner on Saturday and it would be amazing if you would come with us. They asked if you could be there. It would mean a lot to me."

His eyes got soft and he nodded with a soft smile while swallowing his food. He put away his plate and came up to you, pressing a kiss to your head before answering.

"Sure, I'll be there. Just tell me when and where, what I have to wear and I'll make sure to show up. But we gotta get home a little early because of the game on Sunday and the morning skate."

You also gave him a nod and pressed a kiss to his lips before he moved to the door to get to practice.

On Saturday however you hadn't heard from Mat since he left for practice. Assuming it was just running late you left him a message with the restaurant while getting ready for the dinner. Showering and getting ready made you relax a little. Your family was incredibly important to you and you missed them so much. This dinner would be great.

You were just about to get in the uber to drive to the restaurant when you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. A message from Mat.

Mat🥰: Sorry babe, I can't make it for your family dinner. Practice is running late and I don't think I'll be able to stay awake for dinner. Hug your parents from me.

Immediately your mood turned sour. He knew how much this dinner meant to you. And you wanted him to have part in it just as much as you hoped he would want to be a part of it. But it was understandable. Practices were hard, especially if they ran late. Next time it will all go well. Next time will be better.

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3.

The next time Mat was the one to plan a date. He had told you that morning that he'd take you out after the game that night. You were, of course, incredibly excited. It felt like the first time in months that he had made an effort to better your relationship and you couldn't wait to go out with him. He told you he'd take you to a diner he had discovered with some of his teammates so you could dress casually in jeans without worrying too much.

So you did. You stayed home from the game to get ready and watched the game on the TV in your bedroom. You cheered loudly as Mat and Tito both scores, feeling happy for your boyfriend and his best friend. When you were finally done the isles ended the game with a great win. You knew Mat would be in a good mood tonight. And so you waited for him to pick you up.

Half an hour passed

An hour passed.

Almost one and a half hours after the game you finally got a message. But the massage made tears well up in your eyes in frustration.

Mat🥰: Out with the boys. Don't wait up for me

He forgot yet again. The one time he had made the effort and he still forgot. You couldn't help but get upset over it. Why would he ask you for dinner if he would just forget and stand you up. You didn't understand him. But you were still hopeful. Next time. Next time it will be better.

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4.

That next time you didn't even know you got stood up. You were both hanging out at home when he suddenly got up from the couch and made his way to your bedroom. Looking after him with a confused frown on your face you called after him.

"Babe? What are you doing?"

You got no answer other than hearing him move around in the room. You sat up from the couch as well, ready to follow him, as he walked down the hallway now dressed in a button up shirt. The frown on your face deepened as he made his way to the door to put on shoes and get his keys.

"Where are you going? You got up so suddenly."

He looked up at you with the front door already opened. He had a forced smile on his face that was probably supposed to soothe you. It did the complete opposite. His eyes roamed around the room not meeting yours. He only did that when he was nervous, but why would he be nervous.

"Just a team thing. It's boring, nothing to worry about."

You looked down and nodded. You opened your mouth to ask more questions when you heard the front door fall shut.

For the most part, you believed him. It wasn't unusual to have spontaneous team meeting when something important came up so you wouldn't worry too much. That was until you opened Instagram and saw the stories some of the other WAGS of the team had posted. Turns out it wasn't a boring team thing. It was a team family dinner for players, coaches and their significant others. It looked like they had a lot of fun and from what you could tell Mat sat around with the single guys of the team.

You were surely overreacting. Maybe he didn't know it was that important. He was a little forgetful sometimes. But it still hurt. It was the first time in almost one and a half years you had missed a team dinner where significant others were welcome as well. It made your heart break as you clung onto that last bit of hope.

One chance. Just one last chance.

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+1

It was your two year anniversary. Something you should be excited and happy about. For you it only signaled that last chance you were giving Mat to prove himself. To prove that he wanted this to work.

The reservation in the restaurant had been made months beforehand. Mat wanted to make sure you got the best of the best for your anniversary. Now, a couple months later, it seemed like that Mat had been completely switched out. Nothing reminded you of the man he had been. You were so close to your breaking point, you only needed that one last blow for you to break completely. Who would have thought it would come on the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year for you.

You were sitting in the restaurant, alone, waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up. You were wearing your best dress and had made sure you looked your absolute best. It had been half an hour later than the original reservation and you were starting to get restless. Sitting alone at a table for two was always embarrassing, but at an expensive restaurant? It was so much worse. You could see the other guests glance over at your frame and the waitress was giving you looks full of pity. You fiddled with your hands as you hoped with all your might that Mat would show up in the next couple of minutes. As this didn't happen you pulled out your phone. No messages. Right then you decided you had enough. You had tried everything in you to safe whatever was left of your relationship and Mat didn't seem to want the same. You were tired, you were exhausted. You were done. Ordering yourself an uber you drank the glass of water that had been served when you had arrived. Apologizing to the waitress for the inconvenience you went outside to catch some fresh air before your uber arrived. You had made your decision. You couldn't do this anymore. You had to break up with him.

On the way back to your apartment the tears started. Your heart was breaking. You loved Mat so much, but now it seemed like the last two years had just been a complete waste of time. You wanted to be happy again and fighting for a relationship without the help of your partner was making you miserable. Everyone was so sure about you and Mat being soulmates. Seems like they were wrong.

When the uber stopped at your apartment building the anger began to rise up. And it only began to rise the closer you got to your apartment the door. What made you explode however was seeing your boyfriend sitting on the couch in sweatpants watching a rerun of a hockey game. He could be serious.

He looked over his shoulder at you and frowned. He really didn't realize what he had done wrong.

"Babe why are you dressed like that? It looks like you were on a date?"

Hearing that sentence made all common sense fly out of the window for you as anger completely overtook your body.

"Are you kidding me? I look like I was on a date? Yeah! I was supposed to be at my two year anniversary dinner! But guess who didn't show up? The one person I was supposed to be celebrating with!"

Your voice got louder and it shook at the end as angry tears streamed down your face. Mathew's face finally showed some realization as he jumped from the couch and came up to you, trying to pull you into a hug. You held your hand out, stopping him mid-movement. His eyes skimmed over his face as he began stuttering.

"Baby. I am so sorry. I didn't look at the date and completly forgot about it. I will make it up to you I promise. I will make this better."

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes and stepping back to get more distance between the two of you. As great as that sounded you learned from earlier mistakes. These were just empty words. Just like the rest. They meant nothing.

"Mathew just stop. I am done. I am so done with you. Do you know how many chances I gave you to make things up to me? No? Well it doesn't surprise me. I have been trying for weeks, no months for us to spend quality time together. Every time you canceled on me. You even canceled on me when you were the one asking me to go out with you! I'm so tired of trying to keep this relationship stable when I get nothing in return. It's like I'm just a good thing to have. Well jokes on you, you won't have me anymore. I can't do this anymore. We're over Mathew!"

These were the last words you said before turning around and storming out of the apartment, leaving Mathew standing in the entrance hall thinking about how he had made the biggest mistake of his life in making you feel like this.

He had wasted his chances.

[binxyu]

Struck with anxiety, you couldn’t bare the idea of losing Juyeon. You had already lost someone so dear to you before him and you continued to live that moment over and over again. So, when Juyeon got home late again you couldn’t help but feel a little pissed off.

>>Pairing: Lee Juyeon (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!juyeon x mentally ill!reader

>>Word Count: 2.7k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut & Angst

>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguing, aftercare, breast play, cervix kisses, cockwarming, creampie, hair pulling, marking, mentions of death by car accident, oral (receiving), praise, seperation anxiety, shower foreplay, and unprotected sex

It had been an entire day since the man had left and all you could do was stare.

Stare at the door and hope he’d finally walk through it.

You had tried to text and call him to no avail. To no response.

“Come on Juyeon... please fucking answer me”, your hands shook as you gripped your phone tightly, flashbacks of the night a few months ago going through your horrified mind.

The car had hit your own so harshly that it caused the small car to go into a tree, instantly killing the person you had loved so dearly before Juyeon.

And, now, all you could do was imagine Juyeon in that same seat. Covered in the same blood. Laying on the same death bed.

Maybe I’m cursed. Maybe I shouldn’t be loved.

You knew deep down that was irrational. You deserved it just as much as anyone else.

You had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were not even the one driving your car at the time.

But, somehow, your brain always convinced you of the worst even if Juyeon had already reassured you that he sometimes got too busy to answer and his schedule was highly susceptible to change.

Dreariness took over and you gripped onto Juyeon’s hoodie that was over your body, hoping it would somehow calm you or reassure you he was okay. But, that wasn’t the case and all you could do was stare.

As tears started to go down your cheeks, you felt a wave of exhaustion come over you.

Was it from the lack of sleep or the crying? You weren’t sure.

Before you could sercum to that exhaustion, however, you heard the door open softly.

Your eyes immediately opened and you got off the counter you had been sitting on in the kitchen.

“Baby! I’m home finally”, you couldn’t tell if you were more relieved or pissed off, but Juyeon’s heart shattered a little when he saw you come out into the hallway. The sleeves of his hoodie were stained from your tears and your face was red from them as well.

“Hey hey, I’m okay baby”, he started to walk towards you after setting his bag down and closing the door. You shook your head at him, a gesture saying you didn’t want him any closer.

“And I’m glad about that but you know I’m like this. I’m broken. You have to let me know you’re okay! Juyeon, I thought you were dead!”, you hugged your own body, looking for any comfort as you cried harder. Your body shook from the intensity of it all.

Of course Juyeon knew that. He was your friend at the time and had been by your side in the hospital after the accident. After you found out you made it out alone.

“I know. I know ba-“, you cut him off with a harsh voice, one he had barely heard before.

“Then why didn’t you?! What was so important?”, something in Juyeon snapped before he could keep it together. He hated people yelling at him. It hurt his pride.

“Work! I was fucking working so you could just stay home and keep mourning! Y/n, do you ever think that maybe my entire life doesn’t revolve around you?!”, you flinched from the bitter words and how loud he was yelling. Never had Juyeon yelled at you.

“I-“, a defeated whimper came out of you as you fell to your knees, your body finally giving out just as your mind had, “I know... I’m so sorry” the red that Juyeon had seen before cleared up as he softened. You sounded so desperate and defeated.

“Baby, you need to realize that it wasn’t your fault. None of that was your fault”, Juyeon got down on his knees beside you and reached out his hand to touch you but you scooted away, causing a sigh to leave his mouth.

“I can’t... everytime you’re gone I always just think I’m cursed and you’ll leave or worse. Just... don’t leave me. Juyeon please”, your voice cracked as you saw the lights from the other car flash before your eyes, a scream erupting from your throat.

Flashbacks always happened when you were scared or stressed. It was worse than any nightmare you had ever experienced.

“Shhh shhh, I’m here. It won’t get you baby. I’ll make sure of it”, he finally managed to wrap you up in a hug and you buried your face into his chest, tears soaking through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“P-please”, your hands clutched his shirt desperately, as if he’d disappear at any moment. He was the only reason you remained sane and you couldn’t live without him.

“Look at me”, he gently cupped your cheeks and you looked up at him, making him frown at the sight of all the tears on the skin. He rubbed them away with his thumbs lightly and looked into your eyes.

“Breathe and then look again, okay baby?”, sniffles filled the room as you tried to breathe and calm down, taking the breaths with Juyeon as he showed you. Then, you slowly looked to where the lights had been to only see the door that you had previously been staring at.

“Thank you”, it was all you could force yourself to say and Juyeon simply nodded, stroking your hair. You turned your head towards him again and admired him as you always did.

“I’m so sorry for what I said before. You need time to mourn. I understand”, you smiled softly at him, the tears stopping at last.

“It’s okay. You’re right. I need to move on eventually”, the words were harder to say than you would’ve thought. You were still upset with him. That wouldn’t change for at least a few hours. He should’ve called you.

You needed to know your only light was still alive and well.

“We’ll do it together, okay? No rush”, Juyeon nodded and gently pecked your lips before he held your thighs and stood up, making you giggle. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a quick nod, a sign that you trusted him to help you.

“Okay, we can work on things together. Just... promise me you’ll send me a text next time?”, you sighed and nuzzled your face into his neck, the strong scent of cologne filling your nose.

“Baby, I won’t promise it because I make mistakes but I’ll do my best”, somehow his response had made you a little upset, but you nodded with a simple “okay” and he let you down. You gripped onto his hoodie and decided to take a shower.

You knew Juyeon always took a shower when he got home and somehow you decided it would be fitting revenge to take that luxury from him.

The warm water hit your skin and it washed away any tears still remaining on your cheeks. While, you must admit, you were still upset with your boyfriend, you felt better. He always at least did his best for you and you knew that.

You honestly didn’t hear him even open the door to the bathroom before Juyeon’s arms were wrapped around your middle, causing your back to be pressed against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I wish I could do more for you”, your heart broke a little at how weak and desperate he sounded, his voice tickling against your ear.

You remained silent and that made Juyeon’s sigh impossibly louder, a sound of defeat that you thought meant he’d leave you alone until his hands were gripping your waist and turning you around. Your body became pressed against the wall of the shower, Juyeon’s hands pinning your wrists.

The wave of arousal that went through your body from the action was enough to make you forget all about your previous frustration with Juyeon.

“I knew that would get your attention”, you knew he had noticed the slick wetness going down your thighs because a playful smirk came across his face.

“Hey- no sex to make me forget about it!”, you finally snapped out of your little trace and wiggled against Juyeon’s grip to which he just chuckled.

“I would never-“, he dramatically gasped, faking that he had taken offense from the statement, “I’m going to have sex with you so you’re stuck with me and we have to talk it out” you blushed from the words and Juyeon smiled.

“You’re so cute. So, can I?”, he asked softly, not wanting to pressure you in any way if you were truly upset with him.

“Yes you can”, you quickly responded and Juyeon kissed you gently, removing his hands from your wrists so he could hold your thighs. He lifted you up with ease, settling you onto his shoulders with your back still pressed against the wall.

The feeling of his breath against your core made you whimper, his hands moved to your ass as your thighs closed around his head slightly. Juyeon looked up at you as he licked a strip up your folds, his tongue lapping at your clit.

“Oh fuck!”, you moaned out, gripping his hair as if he was going to stop at any moment. Juyeon chuckled against your clit at how desperate you are, sending vibrations through your body.

“You’re so beautiful baby. Such a good girl”, he hummed and the praise made your cheeks flush bright red as your hips grinded against his tongue. Juyeon kissed your clit and then moved his tongue down before he pushed it into your soaking cunt, curling the muscle against your walls.

Juyeon knew your body better than you even did and before long his tongue was thrusting up against your g-spot, his nose pressed against your clit. You moaned his name louder, your grip on his hair tightening as you felt the knot form in your stomach.

With a few more thrusts of his tongue, you came undone onto his tongue and he licked up the juices, humming delightfully at how good you tasted.

“You okay?”, Juyeon looked up at you as he took his tongue out of you, causing you to feel disappointingly empty. His smile grew, however, when he saw your pupils blown out, a clear sign you wanted more.

“I’m okay. J-just... I want you. I want you inside of me”, Juyeon nodded, his erection growing harder than he thought possible from your needy words. He started to leave kisses on your inner thighs and sucked small marks there, making your thighs look like an abstract painting of possession.

But, you knew Juyeon had done it to reassure you. So you would know that you were his and he wasn’t going to leave you.

“Let’s take this to the bed, okay?”, Juyeon slowly put you down, your legs wobbling from your previous orgasm. His hands held your waist to support you as he turned the shower off, deciding that you two would have to get clean later as he dried you off with a towel.

“Hey, Juyeon?”, he let out a quiet hum to let you know he was listening, “I love you” he paused and looked at you. Your eyes were elsewhere, staring at the floor nervously.

You had never said those words to Juyeon before and he never expected you to say them with such confidence and clarity.

He cupped your cheeks and you looked back at him, your eyes saying a million words to each other before his lips pressed against your’s passionately, a kiss that said all that needed to be said.

He loved you too. More than anything.

“I love you too. You know what?”, you were going to mumble a “what?” back but you didn’t get the chance too before Juyeon picked you up again, your legs wrapped around his waist, “fuck being dry”. You giggled as your wet body pressed against Juyeon’s.

He walked out of the bathroom and gently laid you down on the bed, moving to settle between your legs. You were about to say you were freezing as the air hit your wet skin but Juyeon had already noticed, getting a blanket and putting it over both of your bodies.

“Are you ready?”, Juyeon always asked, knowing you were more than just stretched when he went inside of you. It always felt like your first time together and he needed to make sure you were okay.

“I’m ready”, you nodded and bit your lip as Juyeon kissed your breasts, sucking on the skin softly to make more marks. He kept sucking as you moaned, a pleasant distraction as he lined his cock up with your throbbing hole.

His hands held your thighs and spread them wide, positioning them to be pressed against your chest as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

The stretch burned as your walls wrapped around his cock, the pulse of your pussy matching the throbbing of his dick. The tip had finally made it to your cervix once he was all the way inside, as it always did.

Juyeon kissed your face all over to help calm you, knowing it may hurt. Eventually, the pain became pleasure, causing your thighs to shake.

“Y-you can move now”, he nodded, his wet hair falling into his face a little as he started to thrust in and out of you, slow motions allowing him to feel every part of you. To remember it. To treasure it. To treasure you.

“Baby, you feel so so good”, the praise caused you to arch your back, feeling his cock press against your cervix. The pain mixing with the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was giving you. It was perfect.

“You feel good too baby. Amazing!”, he smiled as you moaned out the praises. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he started to move faster, his hips pressing against your thighs.

“I promise you’re all mine, okay? I won’t leave you. I love you so much”, Juyeon’s reassuring words filled your head, fighting off any negative thoughts you had had prior. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought down his head to kiss him, a beautiful sign of gratitude as you moaned into his mouth. He kissed you back just as intensely as he moved your legs up onto his shoulders.

You pulled away as the new angle had your head thrown back, eyes rolling back in satisfaction as his cock hit the sweetest spots deep inside of you. You could already feel your second orgasm building up.

“Right there! Please keep going there!”, Juyeon groaned and nodded, holding your legs still as he pounded into that spot over and over again. Your vision went blurry as you tried to hold back your orgasm, clenching around Juyeon repeatedly.

“Cum princess. You can cum”, he whispered the words, trying hard to make them come out clear as his own orgasm approached. You both came together, your cum mixing within you and causing a warm sensation to build up in your belly.

Juyeon didn’t pull out. Instead, he simply laid beside you, moving your leg to be hooked around his waist where he could keep his cum inside of you with his dick. You felt pleasantly full and warm.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to leave me after that”, you laughed and Juyeon chuckled, shaking his head as you rested your head against his chest.

“Definitely not”, he kissed your head and you smiled, a smile that truly felt genuine for the first time in the past few days.

“But, really. I can’t live without you”, you whispered but Juyeon still heard it. His heartbeat was fast against his chest and you felt your own match it, a rhythm taking place between the both of you.

“I can’t live without you either. We’re in this together”, his hands ran through your hair in a soothing manner.

“No matter what?”.

“No matter what”.