#until. uh oh. it is More Than That. oops. haha :)
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I REALLY need to do something with Bob and Kenzie's "backstory" (how they started dating)... a fic or comic maybe, idk. It's so good but I've talked about it maybe once.
#I don't have ALL the specifics worked out. but actually doing something with the idea would fix that#in essence (bc the post I made about it is from a while ago):#kenzie was a fan of his. they met at some point and kenz was all interested in him and his work#bob was flattered and it made him feel good so he suggested they talk more later as a little ''treating a fan'' ''date'' (not romantic)#kenz was awestruck bc his celebrity crush just asked him out (not what happened) so he obviously agrees#they get lunch/dinner/whatever. kenz knows he shouldn't read into it bc ok it wasn't ACTUALLY a date like that#bob had fun and loves talking about himself/work (autism) so he offers to do it again. not even platonically. just like... recreationally#this happens several times#kenzie is like 'he doesn't like you like that don't get caught up in it' and bob is like 'yeah I'm indulging a fan and myself what of it?'#until. uh oh. it is More Than That. oops. haha :)#someone points out to bob that he keeps going out with this guy and talking about him... he brushes it off#but then realizes ''oh shit wait they're right'' (<- gay moment)#so after another pseudo date with kenzie he says he wants the next one to be a ''real one''#aauuu..... âĄ#gay people âĄ#roz posts#s: when sparks fly
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â enhypen when youâre jealous because of their bite me performance !
idol enha! x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship au, no warnings :)
req. by fellow bengali anon, hope u like it !
n. oops i got so distracted with sunghoons
â« you by lloyd
đ ìŽíŹìč | lee heeseung.
you were so so excited for this comeback, especially since heeseung kept everything a surprise for you
he said he wanted today to be the âgrand revealâ so you complied with it, noticing how nervous he was getting, too
even though youâve seen his previous comebacks
midway through your excited squeals due to the chorus, you notice the women making their way to the stage and a gasp leaves your lips
so this is why he kept it a secret, you thought.
even heeseung couldnât perform his best knowing you were watching
he takes small steps when he walks towards you
âhi babyâ he spits out nervously when he sees your expression and your hands placed beside your hips
before you get the chance to get a word out, his hands are making their way to cup your cheeks for a small kiss
followed by a few more kisses
and a few more
just kisses until you stop being mad
âyou better be giving me kisses like this every day until you stop performing this songâ you demand
âofc my love :Dâ now why would he say no to that???!
even though he wants to tease you, he knows better
đ ë°ìą
ì± | park jongseong.
you guys watched the mv together and initially you were so excited and complimented your boyfriend the whole way through
until
the women came in their red dresses & began their sensual dances
âoh haha you didnât mention thisâ
jay didnât really pay much attention to that
but then when you donât say much for the rest of the video
he narrows it down
âmy loveeeeâ he calls
âhmmm?â
âare you upset about the back up dancers?â
âofc not lolâ
he knows youâre lying anyway, heâs too in love with you to not notice
so jay being the best bf ever just pulls you into a tight embrace where he just reassures the heck out of you
âitâs just work, lovey. i didnât even look at them when they were dancing and iâd much rather dance with youâ
would never even think about teasing you, youâre his precious lovebug
đ ìŹìŹì€ | sim jaeyun.
would probably tease you
again, youâd watch the mv together and youâd be hyping him up when your face just drops
unlike the one with jay, youâd probably ve a bit more open about how you feel
smack
âOUCH??????â he yelps
âthatâs what you get. why are you dancing so close to her???â
âbabe thatâs my job???â pause
âare you.. jealous?â he smirks.
ânuh uhâ âyuh huhâ
to this, you give him a dirty look and push him before running away into another room to avoid his jokes
jake would chase after you and just throw himself onto any part of your body until you canât move
âyouâre sooooo cute, angel!!!! i love you and you only! maybe if you learn how to dance, you can dance it with me instead!â
you just stare at him in annoyance while he giggles at how cute you are
dude would make jokes ab this just so he could smother you with love again
any excuse to hug and kiss you tbh
đ ë°ì±í | park sunghoon.
i think similar to heeseung, he kept it a surprise
but unlike hee, hoon only kept it a surprise so he could annoy you and tease you rather than be scared for his life
he initially wanted to reveal it at the live performance so you could get a good view of it live
but he gives in and lets you watch the mv cos heâs a simp and canât refuse when you say âpleaseâ with those cute eyes of yours
literally watches you in anticipation but youâre too busy staring at your pretty bf to even realise
but then.
you see another pretty person who doesnât look like you ALL OVER YOUR BF??????
heâs literally smirking like he canât even hide it
âwaaahh you know these dancers are like so professional, i donât know where hybe got them but they were so goodâ
he expects a big reaction from you but youâre just like
âoh really? thatâs so cool.â
and then he just frowns
but he doesnât give up
âyeah itâll be fun when we perform liveâ
you whip your head to him so fast, âlive?â
âyep,â his smirk reappears.
âteach me the dance,â you ask.
âsorry???â he sputters
âteach meeeeee! i wanna learn so we can dance together.â
heâs literally combusting at this point, but he stands his ground
âno, youâre always such a horrible dancer.â
you frown, âfine, iâll go ask jake.â
itâs his turn to whip his head at you
âWAIT NO I WAS JUST JOKINGâ
whoâs smirking now, hoon
đ êčì ì° | kim sunoo.
wouldnât intend to make you jealous, it just happens
realises kinda fast tbh
when youâre watching it together, heâs in the midst of explaining the day and the make up artists blah blah
when he realises youâve stopped paying attention to his details and rather youâre focused on the woman dancing with your boyfriend on the screen
sweet boy just closes the laptop
ây/nâ he smiles at you.
âwhyâd you turn it off? i was enjoying it!â you so painfully obviously lie
âwho wants to watch that anyway when i can just reenact the full thing for you, minus all the extrasâ
sunoo discreetly makes you feel special with this special concert only for you, his beloved
would probably teach you so you can dance together
if you end up telling him that youâre jealous
he wouldnât have any of it
just constant reassurance and frowns bc he doesnât know why his literal perfect s/o has anything to worry about
his eyes are only for you!!
đ ìì ì | yang jungwon.
absolute cutie
he tells you the day he finds out about them dancing with him
donât get me wrong, heâll still find this amusing
but heâs too in love with you to actually let you be sad about this thing
ây/n, i have to dance with these women for the bite me performanceâ
youâre glad he told you but you still feel jealous when you see it
laughs but asks what he can do to help you feel better
âjust hugs.â
to which he immediately embraces you
âand kisses.â
to which heâll leave soft kisses on your face
tells you every day, âone day down, only _ days of this performance left!â
even though you both know it wonât be the end until his career ends
when he sees the edits of him and the back up dancer, he panics about you seeing them so makes sure to keep an eye on what you watch of him & even if you do see them, heâll be quick to make up for it
reminds you all the time that he doesnât even look twice at them or anyone
would do anything for you just say the word
đ è„żæć | nishimura riki.
is so excited for you to see him dancing a new choreo
probably brings you to a dance practise one day
and thatâs where you see the full choreo
âdid you like it??â he asks.
âit was.. interesting.â
he just looks at you, confused
probably leaves it but wonders what was wrong with it, especially since he liked it so much
o m g
has a lightbulb moment out of nowhere
youâve probably just forgotten about it when he shouts, âI GOT ITâ
you look at him with fright âgot what???â
just hugs you instead while laughing his head off
ây/n, you know i love you right? like i literally omg i love you i cant even express sometimesâ
*big sad heâs so cute*
blushing, heart pattering, smile from ear to ear
âyeah, i guess i like you, too?â
kisses ur cheeks bc wow you are adorable
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#enhypen reactions#enhypen imagines#enha x reader#enhypen fluff#enha reactions#enha fluff#heeseung fluff#heeseung imagines#jay imagines#jay park#jake sim#jake sim imagines#park sunghoon#sunghoon imagines#kim sunoo#sunoo imagines#yang jungwon#jungwon imagines#nishimura riki#niki imagines
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UH-OH! a comic about being trans. by me. part one of probably three :]
i felt bad about being transmasc so i decided to just give up and write about it until i hopefully didnt. i feel a little better getting this all on digital paper but there's still. a lot to draw. so. oops
i'll be posting the next parts. whenever they're ready (which will hopefully be soon) and linking them all here, so whenever you want just check back with the base post and i'll prolly add some links and maybe clean things up. yay!
text transcript / partial ID under the cut!
transcript:
looking back, there were a few signs i might have been trans.
[a sequence of events showing little me flinching and going "ow" at being called his deadname, little me reading a book and going "haha im like a tomboy but i dont like sports or being active or anything im just. a boy. haha", and little me having an active breakdown, crying and holding his glasses, with partially obscured text in a dark cloud around him. the only text visible shows his thoughts, and shows he's worrying that he's sexist for mostly only liking and relating to boy characters.]
...some.
however.
there were also a few things i considered signs of me not being trans at all.
EXHIBIT A:
[a drawing of little me, looking at his 3ds. he's thinking "as long as i make sure that i always play as the 'main girl character' in these games i wont cry because im a girl because i wont be me as a girl i'll be Them. roleplaying. as them".]
no dysphoria.
[caps] EXHIBIT B: [end caps]
[a crude drawing of little me staring at nothing. he's thinking "i don't hate women. and i don't like being mean to other people."]
[caps] I WAS A FEMINIST. [end caps]
and not toxically masculine.
i knew about trans people, but i didn't know trans MEN existed.
[a drawing of little me, with the caption "clueless". he's staring slightly up, and saying "huh?!"]
my mom was nonbinary, with a few trans friends, but people [caps] WANTING??? TO BE MEN??? [end caps]
to be
gross,
disgusting,
hateful,
cruel,
oppressive,
men?
[the background slowly gets darker until it reaches the final word, and that word is a significantly bigger font than the rest of the words.]
for a while, primarily due to my lack of research
[drawing of little me, staring at his computer (which is labeled "deviantArt machine") and going 'huh'.]
i figured, if i WAS trans, I was probably a trans women.
but of course, that was silly
you can't be a trans woman if you're already afab.
and there's no other ways of being trans,
right?
[a crudely-drawn drawing of a deviantArt favorite's tab. none of the favorited pieces have any detail, though several are the same width and length as classic deviantArt stamps.]
hm.
hmmmmm...
[a crudely-drawn drawing of a representation of one of the favorited stamps. it's a massive, pink stamp with the text "SHE/HER!" in it in all caps and pink lettering. bottom text states it is a "she/her pronouns badge by ...", though the rest is cut off.]
HMMMM...
[a picture of a mouse hovering over the 'favorite/unfavorite' button. the star is filled in, indicating clicking it would unfavorite the piece.]
[two wordless panels, side-by-side, showing little me staring at his screen, hovering his cursor over the unfavorite button.]
[two more panels, showing that little me has unfavorited the she/her badge. the panel showing his face shows he is grinning wildly, his hair has poofed up in excitement, and his glasses are now blue-ish purple.]
OHO!!!!!!!!!!!!1
.................and that's
quite literally
how it happened.
before i knew how bad the entire site was, i would frequent dA. CONSTANTLY.
it was baby's very first "social media" webpt site.
[a drawing of a tiny, cartoonish kitten with a small turf of hair, staring at wonder up at a computer, one hand on the mousepad. it is labeled "dramatic reenactment of me making my d a account."]
i wasn't really SHELTERED as a kid, i just didnt know fuck for shit, and my baby anxiety made learning annoyingly hard.
so i turned to memes as a sort of wire mother as opposed to my real, cloth one.
jokes can be easier to understand than reality, sometimes.
(this isnt a good thing.)
so, i sort-of-came-out on deviantart, home of the wacky, wild and weird, where i learned he/him pronouns were an option, and a choice.
[a drawing of little me, with blue glasses, gazing up at the sky and smiling triumphantly.]
and some crazy trauma but that's for a different comic. if i make it.
[a drawing of little me being hit with a cartoonish star, which is meant to represent the trauma.]
sooo...
that's it, right?
[little me, with a cartoony bandage on his head, gently rubbing his wound.]
my mom was supportive & anyone who wasn't ...isn't in the picture now
that's the end
...right?.
end transcript.
#trans#trans man#transmasculine#ftm#comic#webcomic#klug's sketches#hoo boy this is rlly fucking personal so im a little scared BUT#im happy w it and that is what matters
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FINALLY I HAVE ALL OF THESE CUNTS NAMED. i made a like 10 iterator local group [Echoing Strife] with dear mutual @arti-cat !!!!!!! its crazy !! most of them were born like yesteday so no designs but im gonna dump about them. the whole theme of their group is they're based on the echoes /their monolouges. also some ancients that are important [more info under cut]. rb and comment on my ramblings boy
Metropolis: Clawing at the 'Clouds' [senior] [he/him] Sky Islands: A Second of 'Silence' [they/them] Wall/Silent Construct: Relentless Earthly Cacophony ['Rec'] [any/all] Chimney Canopy: Three Binding 'Feathers' [he/she/aer] Shoreline: A Precipice of a 'Promise' [she/it] Shaded Citadel: Seeing Past 'Ichor' [he/him] Subterranean: Solitude of Uncovered 'Omens' [they/it] Undergrowth: [Undisclosed] 'Vex'ing Desires [he/ve] Farm Arrays: Joyful Envision of Tranquility ['Jet'] [he/him] Bitter Aerie: From the 'Depths' to the Heavens [they/any] + Ancients: A Thousand Flakes of 'Dust', One Resolute Cause [she/her] Tangled 'Kestrel', Clawing Desperately [they/she] Cacophony's Caw, 'Crows' Descend [he/him] [child] 'Cardinal' Descending from Afar [he/him] [child] 'Wrens' Hopping, Blissful Eve [she/her] [BABY]
clouds: no talk him he angy. once again one of my seniors sucks at their fucking job. theres a fire in his heart filled with cancers and poppy tarts /ref hes gonna fuck everything up as soon as shit goes wrong. he gets therapy from a cat though. go shitty lesbians go. sometimes reffered to as claw demeaningly
silence: Old Man /silly . they are the mediator and are very concerned with their younger iterators. ends up really fucking things up with the constant fighting between vex and omens [ill get to that] and vex maybe explodes them [silence has a very weak structure to begin with]. oh also silence can overhear echos. hehehehe
rec: haha dumb IDIOT gave himself the rot!!!! she kind of did it when she was young and dumb and has come to really regret it, but chooses to use the remaining time he has building a better life for the creatures around him rather than concern himself with his infection and past mistakes, much to the dismay of its fellow iterators
feathers: silly little guy!!! had a crush on one of aer techs [kestrel] and grew very close to them. maybe cried like a little bitch when she managed to sneak her kids [crow & cardinal [wren probably wasnt born yet]] down there when she couldnt find someone to babysit. imagine having an iterator be ur nini to help you with your homework . its really silly to me. Sure Hope Mass Ascension Doesn't Ruin Everything! [feathers bioengineers scugs like them to Cope. it does not help]
promise: just kind of bitter and angry. it did so much work for its city, gave up everything, all for nothing at all. just for her to be abandoned in the chase for ascension. accidentally pingpongs vex's beliefs REALLY TERRIBLY while shes just kind of awkward about it because she doesnt like omens on principle but doesnt side with vir either
ichor: funny little guy . loved by his citizens. Knew about the mass ascension before it happened but didnt tell anyone so everyone [especially feathers] is really really fucking pissed at him. oops king.
omens: def the most devoted to ascension and the problem, while also studying past civilizations and Grand Cycles. viewed mass ascension as a good thing and is happy their creators moved on. watches vex spiral in Real Time and is kind of freaked out. theyre somewhat conjoined [not as much as moon&pebbs but they share a lot of systems particularly their comms arrays] which led to lots of fighting between them Constantly only driving them deeper into hatred and resentment. theres only a certain point when omens actually becomes Scared of him, however....
vex: ohhh you mentally ill little boy. fairly normal until Dust [the leader of a very violent and large anti-ascension movement] corrupted him as his mentor. uh. ve likes to believe it was beneficial and 'enlightened' vir but really it just turned him into an angry person, especially when mass ascension happened and dust got ascended which only cemented his beliefs. fights a fuckton with omens and believes in the holiness of the cycle. very unbecoming of an iterator. sure hope he doesnt do anything terrible!
jet: built at sea, collapsed due to a great flood/tsunami before mass ascension. believed to be dead and very distant from the group, they were a source of a lot of drama. hes actually alive though! he was built with Some waterproof measures in mind so hes functioning to an extent down there. in yuri we trust [with depths]
depths: originally built as spectacle + as a lighthouse to work alongside jet, but jet collapsed before they were completeted. oops. feels very hollow and purposeless, until a messenger from the sea shows up with a pearl . otherwise depths is very distant from the group [mainly distance and poor comms] and also when trying to learn about jets clouds found it insensitive with the wound being 'too fresh' and kind of exploded on them. woops.
#sky rambles#rain world#rain world oc#rw iterator#oh fuck the tagssssssss#story tag: echoing strife#oc tag: clawing at the clouds#oc tag: a second of silence#oc tag: relentless early cacophony#oc tag: three binding feathers#oc tag: a precipice of a promise#oc tag: seeing past ichor#oc tag: solitude of uncovered omens#oc tag: undisclosed vexing desires#oc tag: joyful envision of tranquility#oc tag: from the depths to the heavens#oc tag: dust#<- she basically never goes by her full name At All since. anti ascension#oc tag: tangled kestrel clawing desperately#oc tag: cacophonys caw crows descend#oc tag: cardinal descending from afar#oc tag: wrens hopping blissful eve#FUCK
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The Schnee Family
Whitely: According to the schedule, in less than five minutes, we will begin family discussions regarding the company's global control.
Weiss: I really doubt we'll actually discuss anything.
Winter: I'm willing to bet lien that you're wrong.
Jacques: (Enters) Children, welcome. The others should be joining us shortly.
Winter: Others?
Bleiss: (Walks in) Ugh, this place still smells like old people taint... (Sees siblings) Oh! Ahem! ...Greetings, dearest family.
Weiss: What is SHE doing here?
Jacques: She is just as much a part of this family as the rest of you, Weiss.
Weiss: That's easy for you to say; I've actually LIVED with her!
Jacques: And YOU literally threw me in prison!
Bleiss: Really? Shit, I wish I was there.
Weiss: He's exaggerating.
Winter: Is he, though? You did throw him pretty hard into that cell with your glyphs.
Bleiss: (Laughs) I forgot what it was like having a family! And how much I fucking hate it.
Jacques: Enough bickering! You're all gathered here for one purpose...
Schneebling: To help take over the world.
Jacques: Okay! Well... Yes. Yes, that is why you are all gathered here.
Bleiss: Okay, no. I have a better idea, Jackie. Why don't we all participate in a nice, healthy family activity?
Jacques: I refuse.
Bleiss: Come on~! A little family competition never hurt anyone.
Whitely: I... can't help but agree. There are innumerable statistics to support her claim that competitions are healthy. I suggest a contest to see who can suck the most dick.
Bleiss: Up-bup-bup! Don't listen to him! Let's start with something simple. Perhaps a family game?
Whitely: Hide and suck dick?
Bleiss: Wh- No! Dammit, Whitely! That is not a family game!
Winter: I refuse to associate myself with this degenerate.
Bleiss: Oh, come on, Winny! I'm just as much your sister as you are mine~.
Winter: All the more reason for me to throw up elsewhere. (Leaves)
Bleiss: Hmph... What about you, sister? What's your suggestion?
Weiss: Oh, so now my opinion matters?
Bleiss: Okay, look, I was kind of preoccupied-
Weiss: Debasing yourself until you were Jaune's pig-slut?
Bleiss: That's not what he calls me.
Weiss: That's what you are, and you know it!
Bleiss: I didn't intend for those photos to be leaked! They were for my private collection!
Weiss: I'm aware, because you only share them with me!
Jacques: Enough bickering! Children, we must seize this opportunity to take over- WAH!
Willow: (Drops glyph, Jacques falls down) Oops! Was that me? I'm so sorry... Sometimes I forget my own strength. (Notices Bleiss) You're... Gelé's girl, aren't you? My, look at how you've grown. Last I saw you, I was holding you in my arms. Who would have thought you'd have grown to be so beautiful?
Bleiss: Haha, yeah... Uh, who's the MILF?
Weiss: Oh, that's right. You never officially met our mother.
Bleiss: Wait... HE FUCKS?!
Whitely: Uh, I can confirm that, for a time, our father did indeed fuck.
Bleiss: OH GOD, I SEE IT WHEN I CLOSE MY FUCKING EYES! ARGH! (Falls backwards)
Willow: Fufufu... I've heard you've become quite the huntress, and have even managed to court a handsome young man at that. Perhaps you can bring him to the manor for a proper introduction? If you permit, of course.
Bleiss: Ahem! Uh, y-yes, of course.
Jacques: This is blasphemy! I will not be usurped in my own home! AGAIN!
Weiss: (Readies glyph) I regret nothing.
Bleiss: Okay, can we all calm the fuck down?
Knock, knock, knock
Gyeiss: Oh, um, is this, like, a totally bad time?
Jacques: ...I can explain.
Bleiss: Oh, you mother FU
#rwby#devilartemis#jacques schnee#winter schnee#weiss schnee#whitely schnee#whitley schnee#bleiss schnee#willow schnee#gyaru weiss schnee#gyeiss#gyaru weiss au#gyaru weiss
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Honestly, I always think people are being ironic when they say they have a piss kink. It is not that common to have one since it's labelled as "nasty". I think is pretty fun, though. I would fill you with my warm fluid until it leaks from your swollen pink hole and it drips between your legs.
I don't like shaving. I used to do it just so I didn't receive weird comments that could annoy me, but the last time I shaved was on the first week of April, I think. My hair is already back. I have a lot on my chest, my belly and my arms. Also the beard grows way too fast. Only good thing about it is that I can cuddle you and make you warm when it's raining or snowing, haha.
If you say it like that, so temptingly, I'll have to become a vampire myself. I would slice your pale throat and drink every single drop of blood that your body has. Oh, I know you would enjoy it even more than me.
âđŠŽ
yeah... i think my pipeline was being ironic about it until i actually developed it by accident. oops! and i uh. i would not complain at all! some nasty stuff just hits different. you'd be surprised.
me neither. i also used to do it to avoid weird comments, but it's been years. they don't really get to me anymore. gives me gender euphoria. also that's precious <3 i'm sure it'd be cozy.
and you know i would! a little bit of vampirism is good for the soul >:)
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I am not generally bothered by being accidentally misgendered because it generally does not happen to me. I have been misgendered by a stranger a total number of ZERO times in the past near decade, and it is very easy to see why that is--T turned me into a slightly more Zangeif-lookin version of my paternal grandfather. I have a full beard, an undercut and more chest and back hair than my actual dad. Strangers do not look at me and say "what can I do for you, ma'am?"
But it has been 9 years since I came out to my parents, NINE! ENTIRE! YEARS! and my mother STILL managed to misgender me like 6 fucking times in the span of a two minute conversation between her, myself and my dad when I met them at their car for my kid's birthday on Sunday and it is starting to make me legitimately angry.
Every other family member I have, every single one including my dad, my grandmother, all of my aunts and uncles, my siblings, my in-laws, my nieces and nephews--none of them fuck it up, ever. And if they do they have the courtesy to not do it to my face.
But mom? Tell me you haven't made the slightest effort to think of me in your head with the correct pronounces even once for the past nine years without actually telling me. I bet it'll sound a lot like, said to my dad: "oh, these are for (starts saying my dead name, barely catches herself)--I mean, for August. She asked me for tomatoes last year but Nellie ate most of them while they were still green right off the plant, so I told her that she--oh uh that he--could have some of the tomatoes from our garden for her and (my kid) and I was just about to check if her car door was unlocked so I could just put them in there for her. Him. Oopsie. Haha." Like props to my dad for also side-eyeing her because it was astonishing how many times she managed to fuck it up in only a few short sentences. Kinda wish he'd actually said something though.
I have generally been pretty lax about these fuckups over the years, for a few reasons. The biggest one was that in the beginning, it actually seemed like she was trying. I remember confronting her about it a couple of times early on and her explanation was that she had 29 years of calling me something else working against her, since she has obviously been there since the day I was born. When these older confrontations happened, she also wasn't the only family member having trouble with it, so it felt less like a deliberate, targeted refusal to get with the program and more like something I needed to be patient with because it was an adjustment that I was asking a lot of people to make for what probably felt like completely out of nowhere.
But all those other people? It took them a couple of months at most to stop fucking up (it took my dad longer because he was upset enough to stop talking to me for a few months up until he outed me to my youngest sisters and they gently tore him a new one, and then he didn't talk to me for another few months after that because he was embarrassed by how he reacted). Even the ones I don't see as often have never misgendered me to my face, even when I was early on T and only passed sometimes.
I see my mom nearly every week, because she does Saturday grandma-granddaughter hikes and bike rides and whatever with my kid. She doesn't fuck up every time we talk because if it's just her talking to me, she has zero reason to be referring to me in the third person. But if there is a third person? We're having a big family dinner? BBQ for one of the grandkids summer birthdays? It's just fucking constant and relentless, and she no longer sounds sincere IF she bothers to say sorry or oops when she course corrects, IF she course corrects at all.
My mom was the first extended family member I came out to, and her reaction wasn't the best. It actually kind of sucked, because even though I wrote her a literal essay that preemptively addressed every concern or assumption that she then went on to make in her response to me--you will get a divorce! (I didn't), you're putting a lot on your kid she will never adjust (my kid knew before she did and started calling me dad IMMEDIATELY and I have actually seen her admonish my mom for fucking up my pronouns or accidentally referring to me as my kid's mother), this is an unacceptable burden to put on your husband (mom I literally told you in my initial email that we were fine, because one of the things that got us interested in each other early on was the shared experience of being bisexual, a thing neither of us has ever felt the need to divulge to you because it was both personal and none of your business!). Her and my dad also outed me to my 4 siblings, who I was waiting on talking to because I thought their reactions would actually be worse, when they were, in fact, great about it. I have, on occasion, regretted not talking to them first.
I think that if I ever have the energy to re-litigate this shit with my mom, my first step is going to be taking the 4 of my siblings aside and being like, hey, it's been nine years and you've all been great. Mom has not, and if you catch her misgendering me and deadnaming me when I am not around to hear it, can you give her shit on my behalf? She needs to know she's embarrassing herself and me telling her that has made no difference. It needs to be all of us, or she will literally never stop.
I am nearly 40, I do not have the time to address this with her yet again, but I also do not have the patience to continue to be the bigger person every time I pointedly don't get up in her face about it. This sucks from basically all angles!
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Scenarios I came up with for my msm ocs that I may draw or maybe animate (mostly draw until I improve on my animations)
Angry Timber
Pip: Uh Timber you alright?
*Timber stares angrily for a moment until he began to blow his whistle very hard, Aurora and Pip cover their ears*
Timber: *phew* deep breaths TimberâŠ1âŠ2âŠ3 Alright I think Iâm better *he then looked at Aurora and Pip* Uh are you two okay?
Aurora: âŠI think my eardrums exploded into thin air
Piplash: âŠWhat? I canât hear you my ears are ringing
Timber: UhhâŠoops
Stars and Thunder
*Pip and Timber are watching the stars, Pip looks at the stars in awe*
Pip: WowâŠLook at that the stars are really bright tonight!
Timber: *chuckles* breath taking ainât it laddie *sigh* You know I hear that the monsters on the other side would make a wish on those stars and some say theyâd come true
Pip: Did you wish on one of the stars Timber?
Timber: *chuckles* Aye but I canât tell you because then it wouldnât come true wouldnât it?
*Echo comes in*
Echo: What are you two clowns doing?
*Pip looks at Echo angrily while Timber smiled*
Timber: Evening Echo me and Pip were just looking at the stars
Echo: *scoff* isnât star gazing for fools I can see why youâre doing it Timber
Pip: Shut up Echo-
Timber: Now Pip letâs not start any argumentsâŠ
Echo: And whatâs this about wishing on a star you know thatâs just a legend right?
Timber: Youâll never know Echo it could come true
Echo: Oh please of course a fool like you would think itâs true thereâs no way a star could make anything come true like just say like Oh I donât know..Pip wished I got struck by lightni-
*Echo gets struck by lightning, Pip began to laugh, Timber covered his mouth trying not to laugh too hard*
Pip:*snrk* Bahahaha wow my wish came true!
Echo: What no that wasnât supposed to-
*Echo gets struck again, Pip began to laugh harder as he fell to the ground, Timber snickered*
Pip: BAHAHAHAHA
Timber: *snrk* Eheh mine too
Echo: Oh you think thatâs funny well letâs see how you like it I wish you both got struck by lightni-
*then Echo gets struck more than once Pip continues to laugh then Timber laughed with him*
Timber: Ohoho Careful what you wish for lassie ya know it doesnât work if ya say it out loud
Pip: AHAHAHA *snort* OH MY GALVANAHAHA *snort*
*then Echo turns to dust*
Pip: *snort* Ohoho man now that was shockingâŠEhh see what I did there? *finger guns*
Timber: *sigh* That was a good one laddieâŠ(<- he didnât find it funny but he didnât want to hurt his feelings)
Pip: Hahaha well see you later Echo
Timber: Sorry about the lightning Echo
*Echo just growled in anger*
Gameboy
*Pip is asleep when all a sudden his phone started ringing he groaned and picked it up*
Pip:âŠ*yawn*Hello?
Timber: Pip can ya hear me?
Pip: Uhh yeah?
Timber: Good that means it worked haha!
Pip: Huh What workedâŠand how are you calling me? you donât have a phone!
Timber: Simple I used the Gameboy
Pip:WHAT!? but I said that you can play games on it you canât talk to people on it
Timber: Well you see Pip Iâm an inventor and I was able to build a little way for me to be able to talk to you,donât underestimate the power of an inventor with a Gameboy
Pip: âŠUh wow
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OKAY IM FINALLY HERE WITH MY REVIEW AHHHWHJENEKSKSJâ
So uhâ right of the bat đ Iâm down fucking bad for blonde emo mingi and his cocky ass smirk and demeanor AHHHHHHHH (hold me down) ALSO THE STYLING WAS AMAZING LEMME JUS SAY GRRRđč
Anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE Seongjoongs relationship dynamic (seongwha playing drums is so hawt I need to be in a containment center!!_$$-&:&:8/&&-â-91&) liek RICH DILF VIBES HONGJOONG IS GIVING OFF??? I actually need to be tranquilized đ€Ą also the way hongjoong knows everything đ„Č idk he gives off that like gay bestie vibe who is like for you in everything and Iâm HERE FOR ITTT UGGHH (someone get me a boy bff)
ANYWAYS LETS MOVE ON FROM MY DESPERATE ASS đ t-tt-ttt-t-tHE tEnsiON Im gOnNa CoMMiT ArSoN đ€žđ€žTHEY KEEP ALMOST KISSING AND I WANNA JUST SMOOSH THERE FACES TOGETHER ATP GRRAHHHH
THE CORNER LIP KISS HAD ME WEAK IN THE KNEES (I was laying down) AND ALSO I HAVE A THING FOR WASIT HOLDING SO LITERALLY JUST SAY UR OUT FOR ME LIKE WHAT đ€§
POOR CHAN THO BC HE WAS HUST HAVING FUN SHAHAHABHW (my staytiny heart wanted Justice for him đđ„č)
AND THEN THEY JUST GET IN THE CAR AND LEAVE LIKE OKAY B- NOOOOOOOO UR SO EVIL FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER GRRRRRRUFFRUFF- (ilysm dw đđ)
Anyways I have a slight idea as to where there going but I could also be totally wrong and tHAT would be embarrassing đ
ANYWAYS SAFE TO SAY THIS CHAPTER HAS ME IN HANDCUFFS (its gwenchana Iâm gwenchana)(it is not in fact gwenchana)
THIS SHOULDVE BEEN A LONGER AND MORE DESCRIPTIVE REVIEW BUT IM HONESTLY SO EXHAUSTED đ BUT ILSYM AND I LOVE THIS SERIES SO FUCKING MUCH MUAH <33
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Oh my Lord, thereâs a lot to unpack here and I love it ahahaha<3
Ngl Iâm not a fan of blonde Mingi bcz in general Iâm not attracted to blonde people BUT Mingi was indeed slaying it like no one else; btw when he performed in that fit at MAMA I instantly knew I was going to use it for this story lmao đ
No bcz apparently Seongjoong has everyone in a fucking grip AND I UNDERSTAND BCZ SAME??!! I promise to continue their story once Iâm finished with Mingiâs, I miss them omgg đđ nah cuz Hj would do ANYTHING for Sh (and youâll see in their story that he DOES DO ANYTHING AAGH) i need me a bestie like Hj too -the murder threats<3
Ahaha sorry for the almost kisses but the timing wasnât right until now đđ I fear you wonât have to wait too long for it to happen đ«ą (Iâm posting the next chapter in max 2 hours btw LOL) i fear MC is stronger than me bcz if that man kept kissing the corner of my lips I wouldâve long devoured him LOL
Chan had to go as our Mingi is a Leo and those men can get jealous af oopsâ(side note, I had Lee Chan in mind while writing this, Dino from SVT but your Chan works as well since this is just a creative work hehet)
I am curious where do you think they are going hehe đ if I wouldnât have cut off the chapter there you wouldâve read a 20k word chapter and thatâs a no-no haha<3
I appreciate however long you make your feedback, go rest now, donât go around being exhausted!!đ„č and look forward to the next chapter hihi
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TLOVM Ep 12 Twitch Watch Party Summary
- There will be no consequences to Grog taking Sylas's blood sword, nothing at all haha
- It's SO GOOD UGH (Vax and Keyleth dying scene)
- Can you make sure your mouth and nose is covered by the mask? (lol about Percy's plague mask)
- What if they started kissing??? (Percy and Delilah... uh ok :D)
- Taliesin: To me, it's always a sad upset crying face behind the mask .... aw :-(
- They laugh at Delilah being dragged around by Scanlan's hand lol
- This is why it's so good to work in animation, you get to make freaky dream sequences of Percy's personal hell
- The demon gives Percy extra power, that's why his gun doesn't run out of bullets even though we've been having a hard time counting shots all throughout the 11 episodes otherwise
- Orthax's sound design and all the ups and downs in Matt's voice are so good, props to the sound designers
- Taliesin loves every single shot of this so much (Orthax and Percy scenes)
- (Watching the intense Percy and Cass and Delilah scenes very intently)
- (Everyone's cheering/laughing about Delilah being killed oop)
- Taliesin: I will never forgive you Sam, for throwing Pepperbox in the acid, Sam: Well, I was right
- The shiny shirtless guy Scanlan hits on is Phil Bourrassa, who is the incredible character designer, he said "no you don't understand I want to fuck Scanlan so bad, put me in there!" (LMAO)
- Everyone says "awww" like a LOT during the Vaxleth rejection and a lot of the Kiki scenes in general
- Beau was in the chamber at that point if Keyleth had died in this arc (WHAT OMG - Beau in VM would have been SO WEIRD i hate it aaaa)
- Matt: A-ok, would you like me to point you somewhere? (in the stupid suntree voice LOL)
- Emon is so beautiful! Nothing could ever go wrong, it will stay protected forever! *clown emoji*
- Oh, what are those in the distance? An eclipse! Several eclipses! Really expensive sky writing! Weird gender reveal party!
Q&A
Q: When is season 2 coming? Will you tell us when you know? Do you know? Do YOU know?
A: We have no idea (Taliesin says no no no no, Matt fake cries) Q: Tell us about Percy's guns and how the idea of him inventing guns came about.
A: I was having a bad year and processing some trauma and thinking about death, I wrote a manuscript while thinking about a man who invented the first gun, like what would drive someone to invent the first gun? Also was listening to Black Rider by Tom Waits, which is about a man who sells his soul to the devil for bullets that never miss, except for one bullet that only the devil knows where it will go - so a mix of things. This is a thing and I've never tried it before, but Matt let me get weird (Matt: never thought about firearms in a fantasy setting, we were playing Pathfinder and there was a gunslinger class, but this is one thing I'd be interested - unique challenges and consequences to creating guns for the character, it worked!)
Q: What is going through Delilah's head as Percy is plotting his revenge and how to tear her to pieces?
A: She had just lost her love, I think at that point she had just given up and was just like "Kill me and put me out of my misery" but she made sure to say the meanest things possible before she left to speed it up
Q: Final battle is Percy and his demon Orthax against VM, walk us through how you chose for his inner demon to be the penultimate threat of the season.
A: In the campaign it was more of a traditional battle, we just hit him until his health was at zero cause that's how the game works. But this is animation so we get to delve into more mind-fucky stuff. We don't want to just have the good guys go after the bad guys, it's more complex than that. The whole season was about Percy's revenge, and what was going through Percy's mind, so we got to go in Percy's/Taliesin's mind. We never gave too much and we never gave anything away too quickly, it turned out amazing!
Q: Orthax Percy design!
A: We were debating eye shape and other elements, and Phil went on explorations of what Percy would look like if he got taken over completely. We just let him off the chain, and it was fucking cool but not quite right for Vox Machina. It's really Final Fantasy! But it's funny because the campaign we were in at the time (Mighty Nein) this would be very appropriate - there were red eyes there too.
Q: Uhhhh.. that cliffhanger??? What's up with those dragons?
A: You mean just the innocent winged creatures in the migrational pattern? (they all make bird noises lol) I'm sure it's totally innocent. Keen eyed viewers may have noticed an earlier battle this season that may cause some ramifications now. It MIGHT have something to do dragons, you'll have to wait and see.
Q: Anything you regret not being able to fit in to the first season?
A: Maybe a bit more of the Briarwoods backstory, but nothing we regret. Most of the key moments made it into the show, we needed to constantly move and shift things around to make sure that it stays fresh, and just because we left something out doesn't mean we won't include it in future seasons.
Q: Favorite scene to voice record?
Grey: Delilah's bloody death gurgles
Taliesin: The Orthax mask bit when I first got to get into the deep voice in episode 3. I love yelling at y'all, I loved every moment of it
Sam: Enjoyed recording for the music, for Scanlan's songs, cause I did that at midnight when the kids were asleep and the house was silent (everyone sings 'Beads of Love', Travis: MOM he's doing the thing again!!!)
Travis: "I would like to rage", Mary Elizabeth (Voice Acting Director) was like "Is that all you got? Do it again" So Travis really went for it next time, Mary Elizabeth is an amazing conductor - and the twins, hearing them sink into the heart of the two characters, Laura and Liam always level set for us and we just rise to it, they don't get a lot of praise, but they're the acting heart of the show (me: THEY BRING IT TO YOU EVERY CAMPAIGN!!!!! i love those two)
Matt: The earlier subtle couple stuff with Delilah like the domestic stuff.. we make breakfast, we kill a few people, like at the dinner party, that comfortable confidence when they're both arm in arm with other people around - something delicious about it!
Matt: We did it Critters, you made it happen and we hope you're as proud of this as we are, because you did this, it's incredible - YOU DID THIS! IT'S YOUR FAULT! All the artists and designers, y'all did the damn thing! And again to Sam and Travis for carrying this show on their backs! (APPLAUSE AND PARTY POPPERS WEEEEE)
That's it for Season 1! Good night Critters!
#tlovm#tlovm spoilers#tlovm watch party#critical role#critical role campaign 3#cr#cr spoilers#glossopost#long post
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday
Tuesday   Wednesday   Thursday (Part 1)   Thursday (Part 2)   Friday   Saturday   Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)
Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain
Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)
Word count: 4,818
(A/N): Iâve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so Iâm not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs shouldâve split this into two parts, but eh.
â(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, itâs literally so fucking ugly.â
âHaha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasnât really trying today.â
Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. âToday? You donât try at all. You always look like trash.â
âMore than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.â Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.
Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didnât really find it funny, but you didnât want to draw more attention towards yourself.Â
âSeriously, (y/n), I really donât know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.â
âYeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.â
âReally not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.â
You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didnât try looking good anymore, you couldnât wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win.Â
âAwe,â Adrien poked your cheeks, âstop looking so sad. Weâre just trying to give you advice. You really need it.â
âYeah, (y/n). Youâre so sensitive, get a grip.â
âGuys look, I think sheâs gonna cry!âÂ
You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. âIâm not. I just got allergies.â
Annie rolled her eyes. âUh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think thatâd be so cool. Like, Clintâs party wonât be ready for us.â
âOh, about that AnnieâŠâ
âGod, what now (y/n)?â
âI was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I wonât be able to go with you guys, Iâm sorry.â
The group groaned loudly. âCâmon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.â
âOh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? Weâre juniors.â
âIâm sorry, Iâve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captainâs really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.â
âNo matter how much studying you do, youâre gonna fail. Youâre stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.â
âYeah (y/n),â Adrien looked at you suspiciously, âyouâve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?â
You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. âI do! I-I just have so much going on right now. Itâs starting to get hard to juggle everything.â
âWeâre starting to think that you donât like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!â Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, thereâll be other years you could take them.Â
âI guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. Theyâd just have to go without me this year.â
They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when theyâd give you compliments. They didnât do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.
You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class youâve been struggling in lately. You didnât know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacherâs seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that youâre siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points.Â
âAlright class, pull out your homework!â
Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didnât understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasnât in the mood to berate you today. You didnât need any more stress piled onto your shoulders.Â
The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. âMs. Minecraft.â Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.
Your head perked up and you looked at him. âYes sir?â
âCome up to the board and solve this.â
Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and thatâs not saying much. You still didnât understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed.Â
âThatâs wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.â
You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldnât focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldnât happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough.Â
The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. âHey, you good?â
âYeah Tech, Iâm just peachy.â
âAre you su-â
âTechnoblade. Iâm fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation Iâve gotta prepare for.â
Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once.Â
You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. âOops, sorry love.â
It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured âitâs ok.â
âAre you ready for this presentation, I know I am.â
You smiled a little. âActually, I think Iâm going to ace this. English is my best subject.â
âYeah (y/n), I wasnât asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, youâre probably going to fail this.â Adrian scoffed.Â
âThank you for asking, Adrian,â Annie shot a pointed look at you, âat least someone cares.â
The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmateâs presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.
You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmateâs part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation.Â
When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didnât want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out.Â
You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldnât breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didnât hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history.Â
You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didnât care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldnât be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test.Â
You couldnât focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldnât comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldnât concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didnât study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test.Â
You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe youâd calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them.Â
You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didnât have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain.Â
By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike.Â
You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonightâs match.Â
The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump.Â
You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down.Â
Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. âIâm sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You shouldâve seen your face.â
She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did.Â
Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. â(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?â Wilbur asked worriedly.Â
âYea-â
âOh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I donât think she closed the door before she leaned on it.â Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.
Techno hastily made his way to the driverâs side door. âWell, if sheâs hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?â
âYes! We better get going, please excuse us.â He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annieâs desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them.Â
Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly.Â
After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. âYou ok (y/n)?â
âYeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.â
âWell, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesnât have to know,â Wilbur asked you.
You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. âSorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I canât have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.â
Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. âDid you actually fall out of the car?â
Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. âYeah, I wasnât paying attention.âÂ
Techno snorted. âWell, that was stupid,â he jokingly said. âNext time youâre gonna get run over by a parked car.â
You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldnât have let your guard down if you werenât at home.Â
You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarmâs setting to its loudest volume and passed out.Â
You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot.Â
He turned to look at you with an excited smile. âYou ready for your match tonight? Youâre gonna kill it!âÂ
You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. Youâd bounce back eventually.Â
âWilbur told me that you fell out of the car? Howâd you do that?â
You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. âDunno, mustâve not closed the door.â
Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. âDid you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.â
âMy back and the back of my head.â
âCan I move your shirt so I could look?â
âSure, go ahead.â
You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? âGood god (y/n),â he breathed out.
âWhat, is it bad?â
âDonât you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think thereâs some blood too.â
âDamn.â
âFirst, language. Second, thatâs all you have to say? Arenât you in pain?â
âYeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. Iâll be fine.â
âWould you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.â
âNo, Iâm playing tonight Dad.â
â(Y/n),â oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. âItâs not a good idea to play tonight. Youâre hurt, Iâm sure theyâll understand if you sit this one out.â
You felt frustration rise up in you. âWeâre in the semifinals. They need me, Iâm the main setter. Theyâd lose without me playing.â
â(Y/n), Iâm serious. Youâre not playing today.â
âDad, I am playing today. Look, Iâll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know sheâd let me.â
He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. â...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear Iâll drag you off the court myself.â
You smiled a little at the small victory. âThank you! I promise Iâll sit out if needed.â
He quirked an eyebrow at you. âIf needed?â
You sighed, âwhen needed.â
He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. âThatâs better. Dinnerâs almost ready, I made some pasta.â
âIt smells good, but I think Iâm skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more Iâll probably hurl on the court.â
He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, âfine, but youâre eating something when we get home tonight.â
He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. âCareful boys, donât want you getting hurt.â
âYouâre no fun (y/n),â Tommy whined.
âSure, sorry bout that,â Tubbo beamed at you.
You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldnât wear longer ones, theyâd just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.
When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp.Â
You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dadâs keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philzaâs voice stopped you.
â(Y/n), coat.â
You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. â(Y/n), youâre gonna kick their butts!â
âYeah!â Tubbo cheeredÂ
Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your teamâs personal cheerleaders.Â
Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gymâs floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations.Â
The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the teamâs main spiker after all.Â
The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldnât move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better.Â
The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on itâs last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the refereeâs whistle, signifying the end of the game and your teamâs victory.
You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you mustâve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you.Â
â(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.â Haleyâs soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest.Â
âYeah Hales, Iâm fine. I just pulled a few muscles.â
Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, âare you sure? As your team captain and your friend, Iâm worried about you.â
You couldnât help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. âIâm sure, worrywart.â
She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. âSorry for asking, grump.â Her laugh sounded like music to your ears.Â
Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, âsorry Hales, I gotta go. Dadâs getting impatient.âÂ
She gave you a small smile. âOh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldnât ask for a different setter.â
You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient.Â
You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dadâs car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. â(Y/n),â Tommyâs tired voice slurred. âThat. Was. PogâŠâ
You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that mustâve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back.Â
â(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.â
You hummed tiredly, âthanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. Weâre going to finals!â You quietly sang.Â
âDid you hurt your shoulder?â
âI actually donât know, but I think I mightâve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.â
â...I scheduled a doctorâs appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.â
You sighed, too tired to argue, âmmk.â
He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway.Â
You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.
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Bnha Mafia AU Scenario: You need a new bra
[Summary: Busty reader! the last of your bra hooks break while lifting boxes at work! Leaving you in a bit of pickle, so, you text your friend telling her to go your house get you another bra... At least you though you thought it was your friend...]
"Goddamn lazy sons..." You huffed bending down getting another box of the floor, Naoki your male co-worker was supposed to be doing this but he decided texting on his phone and flirting with Mei from accounting was productive then doing his job! you huffed lifting a box full of text-book up when you felt your bra loosen..*Crap, one of the hooks must've snapped...oh, well I still got two more." then you felt your bra start to slip off did you realize your mistake...
This was the bra from last week! the one that had a broken hook after playing with your cat, you felt the second one snap this when you were putting on your jacket this morning... Your face was on fire as you awkwardly looked around making sure you were the only person in the storeroom before unbuttoning your blouse and and taking off your broken bra to examine it to see if may the hook didn't break, maybe it just bent and you could fix it! Nope, it was definitely broken... How embarrassing you huffed grabbing your phone and texting your friend telling her it was an emergency!
{My bra broke, I need you get me another at my house! and please hurry my supervisors gonna be here any minute! I'm in Storeroom 13}Â
[seen a 12:45 ââ]
Twenty minutes later...
"Y/n I got your text open the door"
You blinked bemused that didn't sound like your friend it sounded like...Â
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Shigaraki Position: the big boss: You open the door to see Tomura standing outside in the hall, You stared at the mob boss incredulously, before registering what he said *he saw my text...*, You looked down at you phone and saw his name on top of the screen...Your face felt like it was on fire as Shigaraki cleared his throat, you looked at him and saw he was blushing as he held out a bag from a very every expensive lingerie brand which looked at bemused did he buy her a new bra... "Y-you Didn't have get m-" He cut you off "Just take it!" You blinked and took the bag from the white haired mob boss, who waited outside thinking about the embarrassing situation at the lingerie store...Â
He got that text and went to ask Kurogiri to bring the car around as he was going to attend to your wishes, until Dabi got a look at his phone and snorted. "Well, no shit it broke, she's not even wearing the right size!" the hit man noticed his boss eying him suspiciously. "And how exactly would you know that?" the scarred man just smirked knowing Shigaraki doesn't have a lot experiences with women.
"Boss I'm hit-man, it's my job to analyze people right down to what brand of socks they wear, You think I wouldn't notice a chick with {y/cup} size boobs in a {not y/cup} bra? it pretty obvious, especially when she does that little squirmy shrug thing with her shoulders."Â Â
Shigaraki seemed to take this to heart as he didnât like the thought of you being uncomfortable, So he had Kurogiri to take him to a lingerie store instead of your home, needles to say the staff were all on edge when the notorious head of the Shigaraki group came waltzing into their shop, looking around nervously at the various styles and varieties of underwear and sexy sleepwear.
One of the sales ladies finally mustered up the balls to approached and asked if he needed help. Shigaraki explained the situation and the lady put on a tight smile and helped him with obvious reluctance, before setting on a sky blue bra, but then Shigaraki paused when he saw a couple of other sleep sets he figured you'd like and one that he liked that was made to look like a game controller bought those too.Â
He heard the door open and saw you walk out, Tomura cheeks were pink when he noticed that your chest looked like it had gotten perkier, that extra padding really was worth it, he'll have to have Kurogiri send those ladies at the Lingerie store a card or something... "D-does it fit alright?" He stammered scratching his neck while looking a you nervous about your reaction. "Yeah, actually it fits nice..." You said surprised that you're boyfriend got your size right.Â
"That good! that's nice!...um I have to go I see you after work"Â he said kissing you on the cheek and walking out the back door, just as your worried boss rounded the corner asking why the head of Shigaraki was here? and where had he gone, yeah forgot to mention your company in under the Shigaraki's protection, but that was long before you and Tomura were a thing.
Needless to say when you got home that evening you were very surprised to find at least four more bags of Lingerie waiting for you on your coffee table, your face felt like a furnace as you read a note from Tomura detailing his high hopes that you'll be wearing at least one of them, and what he plans to do with you when he comes over to play later!~Â
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Dabi Position Hitman/Enforcer:Â There stood Dabi dried blood on his jacket (at least you think it was dry, the jacket too black to tell.) with a pervy grin on his face as he held up a bag from a lingerie store... your eye twitched and went close the door in his face when he wedged his foot in the door to stop you. "Easy there Fairy~ I'm just answering your distress signal!" he said teasingly causing you look at him oddly.
"What are you on about?" He put his hand in mock hurt. "Oh that text wasn't for little ol'me?" Again you looked him like he'd grown six heads, before looking down at your phone and saw that, yes. You had texted Dabi instead of Abbi, oops... "Actually that text was meant for Abbi. " the hit-man took then shrugged. "Well then I guess I'll be goin.." You grabbed his arm. "h-Hold up!, hold up lets not be hasty now!" he looked back at you with a smirk as he handed you the bag.
Dabi waited outside the door when he heard you muffled "What the fuck?" then you angerly yelling at him. "Get in here right now!" the hitman resisted the urge to burst of laughing at your face, as you held up a cupless bra for him to see. "If you seriously think Iâm gonna wear this I'm cutting your dick of right now!" you hissed as Dabi feigned innocence. "What. what wrong with it?" He eyes watched you reach for a shelf where they store the extra blades for the Paper-guillotine, and he put his hands up.
"Okay, okay Iâm just kiddin' with ya!" he took the bag from you and pulled out a dark purple bra with teal polka dots the inside of the cup was also teal, you hummed before putting it on and were pleasantly surprised that it fit you! "That feel better than that [not y/cup] size rag you've been wearing?"  You gawked at him bemused "Wait...I was wearing the wrong size? How did you notice?" Dabi said you squirming your shoulders and walking around like the hunch back of Notre-Dame was a dead giveaway.
You hummed putting your shirt back and Dabi with this little smirk on his face seeing the improvement that bra. "Looks like Patty and Selma are safe and snug in their new home.~" he purred watching them puff up when you crossed your arms. "I still don't get why you named them after the aunts from The Simpsons." You say as you watch him check his phone. "Because!" He kissed you on the cheek before going to the window. "...They're always smokin~" he winked before hopping out the window and running into the foggy afternoon, just as you boss cam in asking if you were done with inventory? And where the hell was your male co-worker?! that night Dabi was pleasantly surprised to find you trying on the cupless bra; checking yourself out in the mirror let's just say the Hitman was definitely buying you more underwear if he gets to come home that every night!~
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Hawks position smuggler/police informant: You were confused seeing your boyfriend standing in the hall "Hey Dove." he greeted smiling coyly and holding a sparkly bag from a Lingerie store, you looked at him oddly. "Uh...Hi?" you looked to see if your friend was hiding behind him, nope just his wings... "Why are you here?" you asked. "I got your text, see?" he took his phone and showed you his phone, your face felt warm as you saw your text staring you in the face.
You must've mistaken Keigo for Kaiko "Oh... That wasn't for you. " You hummed embarrassed Keigo didn't seemed to mind as he held out the bag to you causing you heat up realizing he bought you underwear... Which you were reluctant to take. Now it's not that you didn't trust Keigo it's just his track record buying you clothes isn't very good... but then you looked at your options and sighed taking the bag from the blond; not seeing the sneaky smirk Keigo was trying to hide.
 before he heard you go "what the hell?" he snorted and walked in the storeroom to see you holding up this, ugly neon yellow mesh bra littered with green sequins in the shape of peacock feathers that covered your nips, You looked at the bra then him at almost scared. "Dude..." You murmured in disbelief that he actually expected you to wear this! he burst out laughing you pouted and started hitting him. "Ow...ow, haha! Okay!...heh, Okay!" He snorted as he checked the bag he gave you and under all the cray paper he pulled out this red bra with little gold stars on it, it looked cute but you were skeptical as you put it on.Â
"Holy crap, it fits...."You looked at him suspiciously as you were putting your shirt back on. "Who helped you?" You asked watching at he stiffened up "I don't know what you talking about..." he smiled coyly as you crossed your arms and cocked a brow, before watching Keigo's smile drop, your brows furrowed as you watched one of Keigo's feather's shot out through a gap in the door and you heard a yelp!
You both went outside in the hall to find your co-worker Naoki pinned to the wall by Keigo's feather his cell phone laying at his feet, the blond's eyes narrowed as he picked it up and looked through it, Keigo growled when he found photos of you changing on it. He looked at Naoki in disgust before crushing the phone much to your co-worker protest and hawks pocketed the memory card, then turned to Naoki. "I'd keep my mouth shut about this if I were you bub.â
Keigo hissed as brought another razor sharp feather up to nervous man's face and pressed it against his cheek. "Or else you'll learn the meaning of ââSnitches get stichesââ... Ya get me?" Naoki nodded and Keigo put him down and watched him run, The blond then turned to you with a cheeky smile. "Wanna go the lunch?" You agreed and hastily left with your birdbrained boyfriend. Â
#bnha fanfiction#boku no hero academia#bnha scenarios#bnha imagines#mafia au#hawks#keigo takami#hawks x reader#Dabi#touya todoroki#dabi x reader#shigaraki tomura#shimura tenko#shigaraki x reader
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Woohhhh event time! *SCREAMS*
Congratulations dear!
If it's still not taken can I have either a fluff or angst fic with my boy bonten!Kokonoi for prompt #9?
Soon as I saw the word dollar he's just the one I thought of. TYSM. đČđČđČ
Hey đČ Anon... OH LORD I had some fun with this... and by fun uh... oops it's angst city. At this point, I'm gonna write a warning for "don't say angst unless you want painâą" I hope you like it though! (as a note, đČ anon messaged me correcting themselves, for a different prompt haha)
"Said No More Counting Dollars, We'll Be Counting Stars..." 100 Follower Event Prompt/Masterlist
Title: Counting Stars Pairing: Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader Characters: Hajime Kokonoi, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi(mentioned), Takeomi Akashi(mentioned) Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Some Fluff. WC: 1544 Trigger Warnings: Character Death, Suicide, Murder Summary: Koko has been working non-stop. Trapped is an understatement, perhaps suffocated would be a better term in comparison for his situation as an executive member of Bonten. When he gets a message on his phone from you saying that you both need to talk, he knows that something in his life needs to change.
It had been several weeks since heâd last seen you. Perhaps that was for the best, as the obligations at work seemed to pile on his shoulders like pointless lead weights. While he considered reaching out to you, the prying eyes of his colleagues once again seemed to deter him from any and all action. Trapped was an understatement. Suffocation was perhaps the best way to describe how Hajime Kokonoi felt in his position as an executive of Bonten. It wasnât until his phone screen lit up one particularly hellish afternoon, one where heâd balanced several upcoming budgets for the gang as well as settled debts for numerous underlings, that he realized just how long it had been.
We need to talk.
The message sank into his bones heavier than the lead weights that anchored him to the gang, to his obligations, and his life within some shady and seedy business. Slowly, his fingers pressed into the keys of the disposable phone. Each key solidifying the raw emotion he felt every passing moment until his well-manicured thumb hovered over the enter key. Internally, he questioned if there was time for emotion, feeling, wanting, and even love within his lifestyle.
âKokonoi, can you check over this...â
He pressed enter, sliding the device into his pocket as he swallowed whatever dignity he had left for the day.
âSure.â
The salty area by the pier tickled Kokonoiâs nose as his heels tapped their gentle rhythm along the pavement alongside the deserted warehouse. Meeting in a remote location was nothing new for the two of you, and perhaps that was the only way you could meet because of all of the bugs Takeomi had set up as of late. However, he didnât feel comfortable in his apartment anymore, and the paranoia was beginning to creep in on him like a bad case of honeysuckle in the Spring. Climbing the rust-laden stairs, Kokonoi only hoped that at the top would be some semblance of peace compared to what awaited once again at the bottom. He heaved the door open, revealing a woman standing alone.
âHi, Koko.â She said a smile on her face. He hated that she could smile at a time like this, that she could remain so calm when she should be angry with him, upset, anything other than calm.
âHi, y/n.â He replied, his voice threatening to shake though holding firm as he walked towards her, taking her into his arms.
â...Youâre shaking.â
Dammit.
âItâs cold, huh?â He lied with a laugh as he pulled away from her, his tongue protruding slightly from his lips.
âDonât lie, Koko; it doesnât suit you.â
Urgh.
His eyes softened a bit as he breathed a gentle sigh, âYou always did have a knack for seeing through me like glass, huh.â
âComes with dealing with someone like you.â She joked, reaching forward and brushing a loose piece of hair away from his face. Her gentle fingers tickling his cheek as they scraped past his ear and folded the stray lock behind it, âHave you been sleeping?â
He considered lying to spare her feelings once more, to spare her worry, pain, everything. Though, his concealer couldnât conceal a lie that was sincerely so obvious to anyone from the outside looking in on his pitiful life. He shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, as sad as it may have looked to most. She sighed, lightly hitting him on the head, even surprising himself.
âYou idiot, how are you going to work if youâre tired all the time!â
âH...Huh!?â Koko replied in exasperation, blinking repeatedly.
She grinned, placing her hands on her hips, âThere. You look better already.â
He stared ahead at the grinning woman in front of him, raising a brow at her actions before sighing, âLetâs sit.â
âSo, KokoâŠâ âSo, y/nâŠâ
âI wasnât done.â
âI know.â
He didnât want her to finish the question as the two of them went and hung their legs over the side of the warehouse that overlooked the pier. The moon had cast a gentle hue over the area, the tide gently flowing in the background with the occasional crash of a large wave making its wake known. Kokonoi stared up at the stars and smiled at how clear the sky was, slowly picking out a couple of constellations that Inupi and Akane had shown him in books before.
âTheyâre pretty tonight.â
He snapped out of his train of thought, only to hear a small giggle, âThinking about something?â She asked him.
There was quite literally a lot on his mind. The past, the present, the future. His stomach churned at the thought of the future.
âI was thinking; Iâd rather be counting themâŠâ He motioned to the stars, âThan money.â
Thinking a moment, the woman beside him shrugged, âWell, why donât you.â
Kokonoi clicked his tongue, âItâs not that simple, y/n.â
âBut isnât it?â She counters.
Inhaling sharply, Kokonoi looked to the pavement below, âIâll never be free from them.â
Thereâs a calm smile on her face as she takes his hand into her own, âThatâs okay because we could do it together.â
Kokonoi stared on in shock, his heart beating remarkably fast. He wants to doubt her, he wants to forget what sheâs said, but part of him has to ask, âYou mean that?â
âI do.â She confirmed.
He swallowed heavily, looking to the side slightly, âIâll...Iâll think about it.â
âI hope you do. You...donât look as happy as when we first met.â She explained, leaning into him with a sigh, âIâm worried about you.â
I am too.
âIâll be okay. Life hasnât taken me out just yet.â Kokonoi replied.
She sighed, looking at him with a sad face, âI should get going, though. Itâs close to two in the morning.â
âDo you want me to walk you to your car?â
âNope, Iâm a big kid.â She said as she stood, brushing off her pants.
Kokonoi snorted, âSure, the type who still complains about peppers in their food.â He held out his hand, âHelp me up?â
y/n pouted as she pulled the man to his feet, âHey, you love eating them.â
âGuilty as charged.â He snickered, pressing a kiss to her forehead, âBe safe.â
âSame to you.â y/n replied, âThink about what I said, though.â
As she walked away, Kokonoi bit his lip. Perhaps leaving the gang wouldnât be the worst idea. Bonten wouldnât suffocate him daily anymore, and the feeling of being trapped by the daily rat race would disappear in a flash. The more and more he thought about it, the more and more it appealed to him.
That was until a slow round of applause began from behind him.
He whipped his head around, white locks trailing in the wind as he laid eyes upon a dark figure approaching in the moonlight.
âWell, well...thatâs quite the show she put on.â
Kokonoiâs stomach sank as the youngest Haitani appeared from the shadows of the warehouse, his long hair blowing in the salty air. A bored smirk on his features as his hands sank to his sides, âNow, Kokonoi...Mind explaining what youâve been up to tonight?â
âYou...you followed me?!â He spoke in disbelief, his almond eyes blinking abruptly as he brought a hand to his lips. He was going to be sick, âHow long have you been?â
The purple-haired man let out a distorted chuckle before sighing, âDuh?â He approached, close enough you could smell the bergamot cologne he used, âWe follow everyone suspected of betraying.â
Kokonoi stared straight ahead, his blood running cold. We.
âWhere is he-â
There was a gunshot. Kokonoiâs legs attempted to carry him to the edge of the building, only to have his arm gripped by the younger Haitani.
âAh, Ah...Now, what are you doing...?" Rindou teased, âYou donât care about some scrap, do you?â
âYouâre sick; youâre both sick!â He cried, attempting to shake his arm loose.
âRindou~ Iâm done!â The older Haitani called from below, âIâm going to put it in the pier to wash away the evidence.â
It? y/n wasnât an it?!
âFine by me.â Rindou called back, turning his sights back to Kokonoi, âNow...Sanzuâs gonna want to know all about this.â
âI didnât say shit,â Kokonoi growled, only for Rindou to sigh and pull out a tape recorder.
âYeah. About that.â
If this is what trapped animals felt like, Kokonoi suddenly understood why they fought for their lives rather than gave in. The thought of having to deal with Haruchiyo Sanzu on top of the Haitani brothers. Something snapped inside him.
â...You want me to balance the books?â He asked quietly, his voice quivering.
âYeah, thatâs why we keep you around?â Rindou replied boredly, not paying attention as he checked his phone.
Kokonoi smiled to himself as he quickly slid out of his jacket, âWell, tough fucking shit!â His legs carrying him to the edge of the building, Rindou screaming a loud âHEY!â
Kokonoi stared over the edge a moment, watching the sinking sedan, Ran staring up at him, and once again, the pale stars looked down upon him. Finally, he closed his eyes and hoped that maybe with his luck, he could fly.
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Death By Bagel
NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary:Â Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.
R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers
A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE
âAs a doctor, I donât think you should be doing that,â Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, heâs lying down now.
Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, âYOUâRE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!â
Markâs mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, âHe got that from you.â
The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.
When she comes back to the living room, sheâs accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.
âMarkie! Say hello to your Auntie!â Markâs mom calls.
Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.
The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, âBaby, say hello to Mark.â
Unwilling, she shakes her head.
âAw come on, baby. Donât be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommyâs tummy, just like Markâs mom knew you when you were in mine. Youâre the same age so youâll get along just fine.â
With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, âHi, Mark.â
âHello,â Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.
At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.
âWeâll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,â Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.
âYeah. I got this,â he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.
The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.
Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, âDo you play doctors?â
Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, âI like playing baker doctor.â
All at once, Mark gasps, âME TOO!â
It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.
And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.
... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.
âMARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--â âWHAT! WHAT!?â Mark laughs.
"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.
"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.
I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."
Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.
"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.
Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."
"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."
Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."
The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."
I turn to him and elbow his side.
"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."
Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.
I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."
"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.
I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.
Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.
"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."
I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."
Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"
"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."
Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."
I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."
Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"
"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."
Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."
"Okay, maybe not that cute."
"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.
I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.
"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.
Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."
Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"
This makes me knit my brows.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."
Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."
"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."
Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."
Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?
Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."
I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."
"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."
I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."
I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."
Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."
"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."
"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."
Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."
He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."
"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.
Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"
Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."
I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"
He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"
"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."
"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"
"A gullible idiot maybe."
Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."
Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.
But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.
"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Richâą Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.
Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."
"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."
Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"
Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'
I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."
"Of being a fuck boy?"
Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."
Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."
I raise a brow.
Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."
"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."
Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."
"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."
Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"
"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"
"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"
The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.
I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.
"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"
"BABE?!" Mark barks.
I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"
Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."
Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."
Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."
Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."
No one really responds.
We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.
"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.
I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"
Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."
I knit my brows, "what? Why?"
Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"
I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"
"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"
"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."
Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."
I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"
"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.
I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."
Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."
I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."
"Loser."
As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.
There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.
He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.
He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."
I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"
"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.
"I made you two this time," he smiles.
I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."
He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.
Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."
I smile, "thanks. I made it."
He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."
I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.
"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"
"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."
"..."
"..."
Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"
"... Uh..."
He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."
I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."
I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."
"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."
I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."
I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."
"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."
Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."
I shrug, "worth a shot though."
Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."
Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.
Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.
"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.
"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."
"How many lives do you have?"
"9, I'm pretty sure."
I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."
Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."
"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."
"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."
I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"
Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."
I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."
Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"
I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."
He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."
Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."
I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.
Wait... was this really happening?
Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."
My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"
He looks like he's about to throw up.
I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."
I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."
"We could have dated in grade school all this time."
It takes a moment to register in his head.
Like, a really long moment.
I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."
He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."
I break into a laugh.
"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"
I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."
Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.
He is dumbfounded.
I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.
"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."
Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."
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Sick Day ; Steve Rogers x reader
WARNINGS: FLUFFđ„ș
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The light crept from the beige curtains, directly into your eyes, a small groan left your mouth, you turned, to see the time, it was 8. You jolted up in the speed of the lightening. Your head was spinning, stuffy nose and shivers down your body.
You felt cold, you wrapped your blanket around you , tightly. You heard your phone ring, just the sound of it making your head ache.
You looked at the contact name, Natasha.
"Hey" she spoke and you sniffed.
"Hi." You said and she raised her eyebrows but you couldn't see that.
"Where are you? Steve's waiting for you." She asked and you realized that you had training and obviously Steve wouldn't like if you canceled because it was for you.
"Uh yea i'll be there in 15 minutes? Okay?" You said and she nodded
"Sure, see ya babe!" She said
"You too." You spoke before hanging up.
As you stepped out of your bed, you could feel your body , it was so weak, you couldn't even stand properly. You still managed to walk to the bathroom and take a warm shower. You got dressed, but you were feeling so cold, so you put a warm sweater around yourself and walked downstairs.
You saw Nat, Sam, Bucky, Tony and Wanda, waiting for you. You smiled weakly and walked to them.
"Hey!" Nat says and you smile.
"Hi, sorry for being late." You said and she shook her head.
"Its fine, we were gossiping." She laughed and you laughed with her.
Sam walked to you and put his arm around you, and you smiled.
"Yo favorite kid!" He says and you roll your eyes.
"Im not a kid." You said and he laughed, you two talked while walking and Bucky saw you.
"Hey Y/n." He says and you greet him back.
"Hey bucky."
"Are you okay? Its 45 degrees out and you're wearing a warm sweater?" He says and you nod
"Uh yea i was feeling cold." Yoi said and he smiles
"That's okay kid, Lets go. Steve's been waiting for a while, All of you. quick, he's calling." Bucky said and they walk together into the gym.
You lightly cough, and Steve looks at you. Concerned, He walks towards you, and smiled.
"Hey , you okay?" Steve asked and you smiled at him, you had this huge crush at him, but you two were close friends, and didn't really wanted to spoil the relationship between you and him.
"Yea, i'll be fine." You said and he nods, and puts an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Feeling his warmth, you could see the way you'd like to sleep in his arms.
"If you say so." He pulls away. Disappointed with him pulling away, as you couldn't feel his warmth, you pull that sweater even more close to you.
You try to focus as Steve shows the technique, but you could feel yourself dozing off, and feeling weak.
"Y/n, why don't you come and show me if you got the trick or not." He says and you were snapped back to the reality.
"Me?" you asked and he looks around and then at you.
"You're Y/n, aren't you? Then Ofcourse you." He says, you stood up and walk, but your head was spinning and paining at the same time. Darkness started to cover your eyes, and you were about to fall, but Steve caught you.
"Oh god! Y/n are you okay?!" Steve asked and you come back to your senses, the team worriedly comes towards you two, and you try to stand up.
"Yea i am." You said and coughed. Steve's mother taught him a way to check if a person has high fever, by pressing your forehead to their forehead. It was an old technique , so not many knew of it.
"You have high fever! Why didn't you tell me?" He asked and you shrugged.
"I thought you'd get mad at me canceling." You said and he shook his head.
"I won't be mad at you, don't worry, Guys! The training is canceled, all of you are gonna be helping Y/n, and take care of her." Steve says
"No I can do it by myself." You protested, and he gave you a stern look.
"You're supposed to follow my orders." He says and you sighed rolling your eyes.
"God fine!"
"Nat, can you get some warm clothes for Y/n? Tony please get the heater, Sam and Bucky please get the cold water and a rug ready and also medicines for her and Wanda, please get Y/n to her bed, until i make some warm soup for her." He commanded and all of them agreed to him.
Wanda walks you to your room and you smile at her
"Sorry you had to deal with this." You spoke, looking at your bed which was a big mess and she laughed.
"Oh please! Y/n, this isn't even mess, its just your blanket messed, hold up lemme just make it properly. " She said and works on your bed. You hear a knock, and turn towards it, and answer the door.
"Got you some warm clothes." She smiled and you smiled back at both the girls.
"You guys , im sorry about you two doing things for me, you didn't had toâ" the girls cut you off.
"Damn! Y/n, you do so much for us, then we doing this is very small compared to what you do for us." They hugged you tightly. You hear another knock and already hear some argument.
"Sam and Bucky." Nat says and Wanda answered the door. Tony brought a heater and Sam and Bucky arguing while Bucky held the bowl of cold water and a rug along with medicines
"You never do things rightâ"
"Look at you, liar!!" Bucky says and then looks at you.
"Thank you guys." You smiled at them and then Tony hugs you.
"Get well soon, y/n." And you nod
"Sorry, haha , anyways. Get well soon y/n, you saved us from the training, Steve wasn't going easy on us." He says and you laughed, followed by others laughing.
You hear someone clearing their throat, and all of yours attention moves toward Steve listening to all of you.
"Oops." Nat says and he nodded
"Heard everything." He comes in , and sits near you keeping the bowl of soup on your side table.
"Thank you all of you, now you can go." He says and they nodded before wishing you a speedy recovery.
"You didn't have to do that." You say and he meets your eyes.
"Do what?"
"Help me, i would be fine." You said and he shook your head.
"You're my friend Y/n, i really want to help." He says and you nod. Friend, it broke your heart because you loved him so much, but he didn't know, and you didn't know that it was mutual.
He puts the blanket and covers you, and puts a pillow, so that you could sit, comfortably.
He takes the bowl of soup and hands you, but you shook your head.
"I'm not hungry." You say and he gives you a stern look.
"You have too." He says
"No Steve please."
"I'll have to feed you." He says and you roll your eyes, he helps you drink the soup, sitting right next to you. After you finish it, he smiled.
"Now that's like a good kid." He says and you roll your eyes.
"I am not a kid." You say and slap his chest, playfully
"Alright alright, i was just kidding." He chuckled, and you laid your head on his shoulder.
"I feel so cold.." you shivered.
"Still? Okay come close to me."
"no you'll get sick."
He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you and you feel better, you two slowly drift to sleep, you feel the comfortable warmth of him around you, which makes you feel so better.
"Steve.." you called him, his head on your head, and your head rested on his shoulder.
"Yes Y/n?" He asked, calmly, his voice was so soft and calm, and it could make you feel so much better.
"Thank you, for everything you do..."
"You don't have to thank me, you're my family, and i have to take care of you no matter what..i'll be here with you all the time, i'm not leaving your side"
"Mm..stay forever..." you hummed, before moving in closer to him and falling asleep.
"I always will." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, and drifted to sleep, with you. The next morning, when you woke up, next to him, his arms holding you so close to him, your head was resting on his chest. You smiled, and snuggled in close to him.
He smiles, and kiss your head.
"Good Morning." He says opening his eyes, and you smiled at him.
"Good morning to you too!" You cheerfully greeted, he pushed your hair behind your ear, and smiled.
"How are you feeling?" He asked
"Better than yesterday, thank you Steve."
"That's fine, let me get you something , you'll be good soon." He says and you nod, he pressed a kiss on your forehead before walking into the washroom, the smile never leaving your face.
Steve never left your side until you felt better, he was always there. He made food for you, he gave you medicines and also slept with you, so as to check in between, that your fever is moderate and not so high. This continued till a week, until you felt better. You didn't wanted him to leave your side , but you couldn't stop him.
"Hey how're you feeling?" Steve asked as you woke up rubbing your eyes, and he came back from his run.
"I'm feeling good! I can say that i am back to normal." You say and he smiles.
"That's good! I'll go take a shower and you get ready till that, okay? We'll see each other at breakfast and if you need anything, call me." He said and you nodded
"Okay Captain." You said and he laughed walking away. You wished you could say you love him, but you can not. He doesn't feel the same way, hell he can't feel. He only loves Peggy. But you have him in your life maybe that's the best thing that happened to you, because everything happens for a reason.
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stupidly in like with you | miya atsumu
pairing: post-timeskip!miya atsumu x f!reader word count: 14.6k (OOPS LMFAO) genre: friends to lovers, fluff, hurt(?)/comfort, and like a few too many pages of fluffy smut -- third person pov for the most part. NSFW. synopsis: Atsumu and Y/N are good friends, maybe feelings are involved but Y/N isnât his type. OR Y/N and Atsumu are most definitely in like with each other but for whatever reason arenât dating.
A/N: hi so this is my first âpublishedâ hq fic but like here is this thought that I had and havenât been able to get it out of my head. itâs mostly edited thanks to my irl friend but bare with my run on sentences and (slightly excessive) use of profanity. any feedback would be appreciated b/c I have more thoughts for other characters and I'd love to share haha.Â
To say Y/N was annoyed was an understatement.
Aching feet begged for relief, the sweat-soaked shirt, though cute, had begun to cling to that one fold in her side that made her the slightest bit hyper aware of the âstress weightâ she swears she's put on during the holiday season. And the music was absolute shit, shuffling between mash-ups of the Top 100 trending songs and some weird EDM-Indie music that she would pay good money to never hear again.
To put it plainly, she was not in the mood to be out of her home, much less celebrate. But she had agreed to come out, never being able to say no to Sakusa, who silently pleaded with his eyes to take on âbabysittingâ responsibilities of his teammates for tonight. He had paid for her dinner several times before tonight, claiming that she should save her money - âyou should spend your money on getting a better mattress, so we donât have to hear you complain about it anymore.â - the least she could do was give him a night to himself, away from the chaos that was the rest of the MSBY team.
Besides, it's not like she was asked to stalk them or anything - they were friends after all, so really it was just like she was tagging along for a night of club hopping, taking shots that she didnât have to pay for, and simply people watching in between trips to the dancefloor. And normally, sheâd be enjoying the night - it's just that of all nights to come out and celebrate, it had to be at the end of one of the most stress-inducing, aggravating weeks of her young adult life.
Checking that it was well after one in the morning, she sipped water from her straw, swivelling to face the crowd from her (stolen) seat at the bar, in hopes of catching the attention of someone in her party that could get the hint that they should probably get ready to go. What she did not expect to find, however, was Atsumu, flitting his eyes away from her figure as he leaned down to talk to a pair of girls. It could just be a friendly gesture, asking him if he was who they think he was and him responding but it sent a less than pleasant feeling in her stomach, so she swiveled back, reaching for her phone in the back pocket of her suddenly too tight pants.
âFuck me,â she huffs out upon seeing that her phone battery has fallen to thirty percent, which would be just delightful when it would be time to call the ubers home. She could now rule out aimlessly scrolling through Twitter for the rest of the night while waiting for her friends.
âUh.. maybe slip in a âpleaseâ and Iâm yours.â
Y/Nâs eyes all but bugged out her head at the response that came from her left. The voice belongs to a guy, a very cute guy. The kind of cute guy that you see on Instagram explore page before it refreshes so the chances of seeing him again are nonexistent.She sputters out a delayed apology, double-time since she realized that sheâs now taken a little too long to respond to him, to which he laughs and shakes his head.
âDonât worry about it. I should be apologizing for interrupting you, it's just.... You looked a little lonely over here. Mind if I sit with you?â
âSeatâs all yours... but youâre on your own if those people from before come back to reclaim them.â She hums, sliding her phone back into her pocket and shifting her legs slightly in the direction of his seat.
âScared of a little fight?â He hums, arching a brow before taking a swig of his beer. He has nice hands. Y/N muses to herself as she watches the strangerâs fingers flex slightly around the neck of his beer bottle. Sheâs always of the mind that a personâs hands say a lot about them.
âMmm no⊠just too tired to defend myself, much less a random stranger.â He laughs at that, nodding his head before replying that âmost pretty girls donât openly say they can fight.â
âOh youâre cheesy, arenât you? Nobody straight up tells a girl theyâre pretty for no real reason.â
âActually,â Shifting his beer bottle onto the bar, he holds out his hand to her. âMy name is not cheesy, itâs -â
âY/N! There you are!â
The call of her name makes her jump slightly, before she feels the familiar warmth of a hand on her back. The same hand worms its way to her hip, fingers slipping into that soft fold just above her pants, the warmth of his next words being felt just above her ear. Â âWhere the hellâve ya been? Was lookinâ all over the place for ya, Bo and Shoyo were worried ya left without us!â
âBeen right here, idiot. We lost our original seats so Iâd figure youâd come to the bar at some point and I couldâve waved you down.â She shifts slightly, turning her shoulder back towards the cute stranger with an apologetic look in her eye, to which he smiles and opens his mouth to respond until Atsumu cuts him off again, his hand gripping the back of her neck to make her give him her total attention.
âRight well Iâm starving - let's get outta here. Kinda craving your infamous drunk noodles, or maybe a McDonaldâs on the way home, yeah?â
Y/N nods slightly, turning back towards the stranger to see that heâs already slinking back into the crowd. Once she fully loses him, she shoves her elbow into the blondeâs side, telling him to âshut itâ when he throws out a huff of pain.
âThank you, âTsumu⊠couldâve had a different ride home but nooooo.. Needed to come in here with all your glory talking about you being starving despite the fact that you can afford a personal chef.â She huffs out and slides off her stool, but heâs not listening. Instead heâs holding her by the shoulders and pushing her through the crowd, excusing the two of them as she continues to rant and rave at him. Once outside, the pair are joined with the rest of the party, who have called a few separate ubers home. âAnd to top it off, I know youâre not even listening right now - you never listen to me, Miya. I donât know how your teammates put up with you⊠how do you put up with this shit, hmm?â
The group of teammates laugh softly and shake their heads, giving answers that âthey get paidâ to put up with him, and that Miya Atsumu is actually âa decent friend,â a fact that she knows is true but chooses to ignore when convenient for her. Atsumu just shakes his head with a roll of his eyes, pulling her into the direction of their uber for their journey back to his place. She greets the driver and settles into her seat, as Atsumu calls out behind him something or other to someone. The slam of the door and clicking of seatbelts is what fills the silence in the car, music softly playing from the rear speakers, as Atsumu leans his head back against the headrest.
âSo I take it yer coming to stay with me for tonight?â
âHmm.. donât have much of a choice now, do I?â She teases to which Atsumu slightly pouts, reaching to knuckle at his eyes that suddenly feel a little too heavy. âYou owe me the biggest breakfast fathomable tomorrow.â
âWhyâs it that I owe you when I paid for your dinner before going out, paid for your drinks tonight, and am letting you sleep in my bed - which is infinitely better than your cheap ass - hey!â He begins his ranting, which would be cut off by a sturdy flick to the forehead and a slight âhushâ before he feels her head rest up on his shoulder.
Y/N and Atsumu had been friends for a little while, when she chased him down the middle of the road, claiming to the public that he was a thief, just because heâd grabbed the wrong umbrella on the way out of the restaurant they were both eating in. Heâd tried to apologize, but she traded umbrellas and walked back towards the direction of the restaurant. He had chalked it up to nothing really, just a slight mistake and minor inconvenience for the girl. At least until a certain teammateâs birthday dinner, where said stranger was- only this time sitting and chatting with Sakusa Kiyoomi as if theyâd been best friends for forever (which in all fairness, Y/N and Kiyoomi had only been friends since college, where they were forced into a friendship by their roommates, who were hooking up with each other and forced the two on double dates). This second meeting was a sign to Atsumu, a sign that for whatever reason this girl was supposed to be in his life, in some capacity or another - but he did royally fuck it up a second time by trying to flirt with Y/N, who laughed and asked if his opening line was really the best heâd had, before hitting him with an opening line that still makes him flush when he thinks about it today.
The ride to Atsumuâs home isnât long, but it's long enough for the tiredness to seep into Y/Nâs bones, who barely misses the quiet way that Atsumuâs fingers have taken home at the base of her neck, massaging gently at the tenseness he feels under the pads of his fingers.
âSomeoneâs tired⊠why didnât you stay home?â He asks as they turn onto his street, letting his fingers fall away from her as he begins to check that they have everything they need. ââtâs a good thing yer sleeping over at mine... and no couch for you. Your neck is all kinds of tense. It's a miracle you havenât complained âbout it once tonight.â
âShh.. youâre so loud for what?â She mumbles while trying to stifle a yawn. âSo if Iâm not supposed to sleep on the couch then where am I supposed to sleep then, boy genius? The floor?â
âNo,â Atsumu answers seriously, brow slightly wrinkled as he reaches for his keys in his pocket. âYouâll sleep with me. In my bed. âtâs a cooling mattress so you wonât haffta complain that yer too hot.â
âMiya, last time I slept in a bed with you, you nearly suffocated me. Dunno if I really wanna have to deal with trying to roll you onto your back again.â
âWait a minute! To be fair, my bed was smaller then so there was less room for the both of us.â He begins, opening the door and shutting it before turning the two of them towards the entrance to his apartment building. âSecond of all, it was my first time sharing a bed with someone other than âSamu so ya shouldnât blame me for not having proper sleep manners.â
The first steps into Atsumuâs home consists of the pair kicking off their shoes, debating lightly on who was gonna take over the shower first. Y/N slides her feet into the slippers that are specifically her slippers in his home and slinks off towards the kitchen, as Atsumu peels off his shirt and heads towards the shower. It feels comfortable, almost like a routine, as Y/N gathers eggs and two noodle packets to make them a small meal before bed. Moments later, Atsumu is coming out of the shower, towelling off his hair before settling onto the sofa, clicking on the T.V. as Y/N comes in with the two bowls of noodles. A silent agreement is met when they finish that Atsumu would wash the dishes as Y/N showered, taking a shirt from his drawers to sleep in
She hands him a bottle of aspirin, mumbling around the toothbrush to âtake two or so help me.â Moments later she joins him in bed, slipping on a pair of socks that are two sizes too big for her before settling under the plush fabric of his comforter. He shifts over closer to her after tossing his phone on the nightstand, seeking out her form in the now dim room for a small cuddle before dozing off. She willingly accepts him too, sliding her body just under his and buries her face in his skin, still warm from the too-hot shower he is prone to taking in the name of muscle relaxation. He hums slightly as their feet tangle together, silently appreciating the way Y/N so freely indulges his need to touch someone after being touch-starved for so long.
Though Y/N isnât much like him in that sense - doesnât have this inherent need to cling to someone before bed, or just hold hands at a store, or hands on the shoulder in a crowded room. Sometimes she will, like now with her nose buried in his neck and her hand rubbing up and down the length of his sturdy back. Normally they wonât do this, both just a little too headstrong to dig into the tightening in their chests when the hug for a moment longer than usual; but tonight Y/N is silently congratulating him on winning the game that has had him stressed for weeks. She feels his lips press softly to the top of her head, a mumble of âgood nightâ leaving his lips as she feels his breaths even out as the moments pass.
This is where Y/N wishes she had the power to pull away - blames moments like this on giving her the slightest bit of hope that they could be more than friends.
It's not that she hadnât thought about it - frankly sheâd spent too much time thinking about it. She could do this⊠with him.. But every thought is put to bed when she thinks back on this one conversation months ago. Granted she didnât have the full context of the conversation but it's enough to make her heart squeeze when she sees Atsumu flirt with someone, or shake off his hand when sheâs had a particularly sensitive day.
It was just another evening where hanging out after him and the rest of the team being away for a week. Theyâd ordered in food and drinks had been flowing nicely as the comfortable pair had caught up - it was honestly too homey of a setting in hindsight. His phone rang, the white text of ââSamuâ flashed and Y/N took that as a cue to finally get to the restroom.
âMhm.. made it back early today - no Y/N picked me up.â Heâd been mumbling around a handful of chips, the other side of the conversation mute to Y/Nâs eavesdropping.. âOh shut up, she doesnât mind and it's not as if weâre dating anyway. Itâs.. casual and it works for us.â
And she shouldâve stepped into her place next to him, cuddled up into her chest and played the role of the blissfully ignorant idiot. But no, she stayed tucked behind the restroom door, blood pumping and heart beating too loud in her ears. It would seem as though Y/N was a glutton for punishment, a minor thing when thinking about putting herself through a moment of pain for a lifetime of pleasure - but the pain that came with Miya Atsumuâs next words would set her off kilter for a while.
âBesides, sheâs not really my type. Itâd never work out anyway.â
She had no choice really other than to shut the door. Take some extra time in the restroom than necessary - after all sheâd just hear the potential love of her life admit to his twin brother that she wasnât his type. All she could do really was stare at herself in the stupidly bright mirror in his stupid guest bathroom of his stupidly expensive apartment. Â God this is so stupid, she thinks to herself while running cold water to press against her cheeks that she feels are heated up. Before she can really tear her own heart to bits though, she hears a quick rapt on the door.
âY/N yaâright in there? Warned yâbout putting too much hot sauce on your food.â
But thatâd been two years ago. It was a little rough after that; Y/N had thrown herself into finding a life post-grad which was a great distraction from the rumors going around that Atsumu had been spotted with some model or actress or something. Besides, Y/N wasnât really the type to harp on failed romantic interests - all sheâd need to do is download whatever relevant dating app for some validation and sheâd be able to move on. However nights like tonight, when he looked too good and the little moment was a little too right - sheâd still hope. Make a wish to whatever angle number or shooting star or deity above that sheâd get tossed a chance to be in love with the stupid setter, because she had already fallen.
âMm yâright?â She heard him, how could she not when heâs practically suffocating her. She chooses not to answer though, humming affirmatively - to which he huffs and shifts slightly, settling back into unconsciousness.
Maybe sheâd blame the train of thoughts for tonight on the fact that sheâd been drinking. However, come morning, the seed would bloom a little brighter in her chest when she wakes up to realize that her face is pressed into his side, arms circling his slim waist and one sock lost among their tangled legs.
---
God she hated him. Miya Atsumu was too much of a lot of things - too much of a sore winner, too much of an idiot, too much of a talker, and most of all, too much of a liar.
For the second time in the span of a month, Atsumu had convinced her to come out, despite her desperately wanting to curl up in bed and binge eat away the stress of the week. Only this time it was a charity event, so she would definitely be the bad guy if she said no. It was an event where him and the rest of his team had been roped into a charity dinner - which (gratefully) meant that Sakusa would be around, and they could fuck off to a corner someplace to talk shit about what all the rich wives are wearing and how bad it looks when their husbands are flirting with the wait staff. But Atsumu had promised that theyâd leave before the entree was served - swore the entire drive over that âweâll get you back home in time, grandmaâ and that heâd even cook for her this time.
But the entree had been whisked off about forty minutes ago, her wine glass had been refilled twice, and she was bored of watching Sakusa look at his watch, waiting for an appropriate time to leave. Atsumu was a few tables away, chatting up some couple, something about wanting to get their information for Osamuâs business. He would laugh a little too loudly at their jokes, gaining attention of those at surrounding tables - which was only mildly irritating as he had now gathered a crowd of people around him, spewing off some story about him getting lost in Russia the first time they played overseas.
She huffs and stands up, chair scraping slightly, gaining the attention of the rest of the  table. All she does is hold up her wine glass in a feeble attempt at an answer of where sheâd be waiting at the bar. If I have to be here, the least I could do is drink for free. The bar is empty, surprisingly no one wants to mope around this very nice dinner.
âWhat can I get you?â
âMmm.. whiskey highball, please.â She answers to the unnecessarily cute bartender, but the raise of his eyebrows do not go unnoticed. Â And fortunately (or unfortunately) sheâs got the time to press him. âSurprised?â
âOnly a little bit. Noticed you were drinking wine most of the night so the whiskey is a hard switch.â
âSo youâve been watching me?â She muses, smiling as he places the drink in front of her. He smiles and leans forward on the bar slightly, shaking his head and replying.
âItâs almost as if⊠Iâm being paid to make sure people have their drinks.â
âOh, so it's not because Iâm cute?â
âNow I didnât say that did I? But you know youâre gorgeous; your boyfriend over there must tell you all the time.â He muses, a smirk playing at his lips as he nods behind her. She all but chokes on her drink when she turns around and sees that the direction he nodded in was directly in Atsumuâs vicinity before shaking her head violently. Atsumu was not going to ruin this for her. âOh so not your boyfriend?â
âNope.â She says, popping the âpâ as she slips the straw past her lips again, eyes taking in his leaning form. He was cute. His hair was on the silver side of blond, tips of his hair black. He was tall and lean, a piercing hanging from his left ear.
âThatâs a shame.â And she gives him her name with a flutter of her lashes and a sweet smile. He returns it, preparing her next drink without her even having to ask. And so they talk, first about how the next person who approaches the bar should be cut off, to how pretentious the whole event was. Two drinks in, Y/N finds herself being invited to a show.
âThis whole bartending thing is just a way for me to get some extra cash⊠Iâve got a gig in an hour. I figured if we leave together now, I can get you home to change outta this and into something a little more⊠concert fitting?â
âO-Oh.. yeah. I just need to go let my friend knowâŠâ She trails off, sliding off her barstool before turning to gracefully power walking to her initial seat next to Sakusa. She huffs and she plots herself down in the char next to him, to which he gives her a look of what the fuck. âI donât have time to catch you up, but the insanely hot bartender is taking me home. As much as Iâd love to get out of here with you, I desperately need to get lai-â
âGoing somewhere?â Fuck fuck fuck.
âDidnât you hear her? The hot bartender is taking her home and she needs -â
âAishhhh shut up.â She turns to look at her curly haired friend, only to see that heâs got this annoying little smile on his face. She deeply exhales and turns back to Atsumu, who looks less than amused about what his friend said. âListen, you promised me weâd leave two hours ago. Well you lied so nooow I made plans, so if you would kindly move outta my way.â
âNo.â She whips her head up at the blonde. No? What the absolute fuck was he going on about telling her no, despite her not asking for his permission. âYouâve been drinking and you donât even know the guy - how can you trust that he wonât memorize your address then come rob you or something? I promised to take you home, and since youâre ready now we can leave now.â
âListen Miya, I appreciate the concern but really Iâm a big girl. I can handle a night out by myself with a guy - besides Iâm not even that drunk. Now, give me my house keys and move out of my way.â
Suddenly, it's like those cheesy western movies where two cowboys are staring each other down, neither willing to be put down by the other. Except it's this 6â2â pro-athlete staring quite literally down at Y/N, who hits the gym only on a blue moon and spends too much time sitting at a desk. Sakusa has to laugh at the two stubborn idiots in front of him; he knows that Atsumu is going to be able to win this little game that they're playing, but silently applauds Y/N for attempting to stick it to him. Moments pass before Atsumu finally sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his expensive suit and pulling out her keys - but he doesnât give them to her.
âWhatâs his name? If you can tell me his name Iâll give you your keys and let you go.â
âLet me go? Okay, Dad.â She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, small clutch dangling from her wrist. âI know his name, Atsumu. I may have had a drink or two but Iâm not an idiot to be going off with someone whoâs name I donât even know... itâs⊠uhm.â And sheâs done. She hadnât even bothered to ask his name, doesnât even remember whether she gave him hers, nor was she smart enough to notice whether heâd been wearing a name tag.  Mentally sheâs cursing herself, chancing a glance behind Atsumuâs shoulder to see the hot bartender chatting it up with another girl. Before she can think too much into it, Atsumu sighs deeply, grabbing his suit jacket off the chair next to her and slipping it on his shoulders, a soft âletâs goâ leaving his lips as he nods his good-bye to the rest of the table. Y/N chews at the inside of her cheek before grabbing his arm.
âGive me my keys. Iâm not going home with you. I want to be alone.â
---
Four days passed - four days of Atsumu borderline harassing Y/N with apologies. Promising to make it up to her. Which is how she finds herself walking into their favorite local sushi restaurant - it's the only one that has self-serving sushi that arrives on a miniature train, and it's also the only place that they go when apologies are to be exchanged. In the handful of years that theyâd be friends, Y/N has needed to apologize to Atsumu thrice - two for blowing him off after overhearing the dreaded words and once for saying that maybe Osamu was the better twin. Atsumu on the other hand, had apologized to Y/N many times - so many times in fact that Y/N is sure that he makes up excuses just so they can come eat at this sushi place.
Itâs been a long week for Y/N. The Sunday after the charity event, Y/N wakes up with one of the worst headaches of her life - and its due to the fact that she slept like shit hoping that Atsumu made it home safe since he hadnât texted her he did. Monday she was handed a stack of documents at work that needed to get done before lunch (which didnât get done). Tuesday morning was dominated by the fact that some idiot on the train to work had spilt a coffee on her, making her wear the most uncomfortable suit jacket, lest she wear a coffee soaked shirt for most of the day. Today, Wednesday, sheâd woken up to a box with a pastry outside her door and a cup of coffee with a sticky note on the lid.
Sorry. Let me make it up to you. Train Sushi? 7pm?
Despite the fact that she was most definitely still thinking about why Atsumu acted the way he did - she still went through the mountain of paperwork on her desk with a little smile, knowing that sheâd be getting free sushi and an apology. Maybe if sheâs lucky, she can convince him that she needs a crepe on the way home.
As she makes her way into the restaurant that evening, she sees him. His dorito-shaped body is stationed at the bar, a cozy brown coat hugging his back, muscles of his arms being squeezed by the sleeves. She can see that heâs got a drink in front of him and she smiles slightly, stepping up towards the bar but stops momentarily. Heâs talking to someone - not just someone, a girl. Heâs smiling too. Y/N canât see the strangerâs face, but judging by the way that she has a hand around his biceps and her head tilted, one can only assume that they know each other. Y/N attempts to step backwards, she wants to let him finish his conversation with the woman but she doesnât know if she can stomach the idea of watching them flirt; but she misses the step, leading her to bump into the hostess who led her to the bar, creating a bit of a scene.
âY/N! There you are! Câmere.â
Sheâs buying time by profusely apologizing to the hostess, who honestly is probably just trying to get away. At this point, Y/N has no choice but to walk towards her friend and this mystery woman. The ten steps towards the pair is enough time for Y/N to mentally list off all the things she could have done in the world to warrant some shitty karma thatâs hitting her now. Once face to face with Atsumu, she smiles.
âSorry - long day at work got me all âŠâ Y/Nâs words trail off, the hand thatâs not death-gripping her purse waves off with her closing thoughts.
âDonât mind, Wednesdayâs are usually your long days. âSides youâre here now - thaâs what matters.â God heâs so dumb. So handsome and so dumb, and god did she miss him. âItâs a good thing you got here a little late, this is Michimiya Yui. I think you two mightâve -â
âNo, I donât think weâve met! Itâs so nice to meet you - he used to talk about you all the time!â The brunette smiles at Y/N, sticking her hand out, which Y/N takes limply, shaking her hand. Sheâs pretty, Y/N thinks to herself. Her hair is short and sheâs wearing some cute leather thigh high boots, her smile is almost paid-for perfect. Sheâs got this whole brown smoked out eyeliner working for her, which makes Y/N slightly subconscious about her most likely smudged and uneven eyeliner and less-than appealing work pants. Before Y/N can even think of a response to give, Michimiya has her hand back on Atsumu, a pretty smile settling on her lips. It feels like Y/N is watching a trainwreck happening before her eyes. âI was just telling Atsumu that I was back in town and that we should hang out!â
âAnd I was just explaining to her that I had plans with yo-â
âYou should join us!â Idiot. Why am I such a fucking idiot? Atsumu looks over at Y/N with a wild look in his eyes, Michimiya looks like a child who wound up making out with two candies instead of one. âI had a super long day at work today so Iâm really only able to eat dinner, but I know Atsumu can stay up for hours so once I leave you two can hang out.â
âY/N, I thought that -â
âThat sounds like a wonderful idea! I just need to tell the wait staff to cancel my to-go order, so excuse me.â
And so the two friends watch the woman walk away from them, making her way towards the to-go order area. Y/N bites at the inside of her cheek, intentionally avoiding Atsumuâs eyes that she feels are pinned on her. She digs out her phone from her purse, texting Sakusa an ominous ânext time you see me, please poison me đ.â As Y/N drags her eyes up Atsumuâs front, she feels the same way she did when she would get scolded by her parents. His eyes are staring at her face, no doubt wanting to press her about why she willingly invited a stranger to eat with them at their restaurant. To pacify him, all she does is hold up her hand, shaking her head.
âItâs fine, Miya. Like you said, Wednesdayâs are my long days so I wouldnât be able to stay out late with you anyway. BesidesâŠâ She starts, fixing a smile onto her face. âI think that she might have a little crush on you!â He says nothing, lips pressed in a hard line and a brow arched up at her. âDonât look at me like that. And save your apology for next time⊠we have company.â
The rest of the evening goes exactly like Y/Nâs worst nightmare. She is quite literally the third-wheel despite the fact that technically Michimiya was supposed to be the third wheel in this little scenario. Y/N has to watch the pretty brunette flirt relentlessly with Atsumu, who seems blissfully oblivious to the fact that for every compliment Michimiya gives Y/N, she gives herself two more. Sakusa is well informed on the situation, receiving texts every five minutes with another dumb thing that was said in front of Y/Nâs appatizers. Rarely does someone ever wish for a natural disaster to hit, but in the last thirty minutes of sitting at this table, Y/N has wished for every biblical curse to wreak havoc in her way.
Despite the fact that Michimiya has hijacked every conversation, Atsumu still tries to ask Y/N about her, including her in the conversation as much as possible. But Y/N stopped trying twenty minutes ago, and is now forcing herself to eat the last few pieces of sushi she ordered - normally sheâs a stress eater, but Michimiya has rested her hand on Atsumuâs thigh and Y/N has suddenly never felt more sick in her life. Y/N has never once picked up a tab around Atsumu - âplease, âve got more money than I know whatta do witâitâ heâd always tell her when she attempted to take up the ticket - but when they finally wave down someone and ask for the check, Y/N drops some cash on the table and collects her things.
âItâs been so nice to meet you, but I think I should really get going. Iâve gotta get to work early tomorrow - Iâll see you this weekend right, Miya?â
âWait up, Iâll take you home⊠Yui itâs been really -â
âNo no, really it's okay! You stay! Iâll just text you when I get home. Be safe. And again it was so nice to meet you - take care of Atsumu for me.â
âOh I will!â
Y/N is not a runner but sheâs never sprinted away from a situation so fast in her life. The image of Michimiyaâs sly little smile at Y/Nâs request to take care of her friend makes her feel gross, tears stinging at the back of her eyes and she settles on the train. Y/N can name a handful of times when sheâd seen Atsumu around women - but never once had sheâd met someone he was romantically involved with and it hurts. The gentle sway of the train does nothing to settle the spinning of her head with images of what Atsumu actually looks for - his actual type. She feels like an idiot; she should have just told Atsumu that they could do a raincheck, or if she was feeling bold, she couldâve told Michimiya to fuck off. The latter seems possible in the version of herself in Y/Nâs head, but the reality was that she was too nice. Always wanted to make the people she cares about happy, and Atsumu looked... happy? Besides, Y/N thinks to herself as she exits the train and makes the trek towards her apartment building, if Michimiya Yui was going to be involved with Atsumu, the more exposure she had to her, the better off Y/N would be in accepting that Atsumu would never ever be with Y/N like that.
Once settled in her apartment, she sends off a quick âhome. thanks for tonight!â to Atsumu before making her way to the bathroom. A nice warm soak would surely make her feel better, make her forget about what an idiot she is and maybe, just maybe, make her body relax all the love she holds in her heart for the blond away. Her phone pings, twice, but she ignores it. Ten minutes into her pity soak she hears a bang on her door, which only makes her groan and dunk her head under the water. The banging stops, making Y/N think it was just her neighbor or something asking for a favor. What she doesnât expect is for her to exit the bath twenty minutes later to see Sakusa Kiyoomi sittin on her couch.
âHello, glad to see you exploiting your spare key access.â
âMiya called me and said you looked like shit earlier. And judging by your texts throughout the evening, I figured you were on the brink of a breakdown.â
And so she was. She spent the rest of the evening talking Kiyoomi through the night, slipping in all the questions sheâs had from the past two times that Atsumu had cockblocked her. And bless Kiyoomi for sitting through her tears, sitting cross-legged and drinking tea that he had initially made for her but refused to let her drink once he realized she had already brushed her teeth. It felt almost like she was finally thinking about what her friendship with Miya Atsumu was, what it could and couldnât be. Every moment painted so clearly about how Y/N felt for her blond friend, but the only thing missing was how said friend felt about her. At 11:30 pm, two hours after Kiyoomi initially arrived at Y/Nâs apartment, she pushed Kiyoomi out the door, eyes puffy but heart and head a little clearer than how they were when he arrived.
Despite promising Kiyoomi that she would not think about Atsumu, as Y/N settles into bed, her thoughts canât help but wonder what it would be like to be with him. She mulls it over as she slides off her socks, deciding that itâd be nice - probably exactly how they are now, plus a title and a little less swatting his hands away when he reaches for her in public. Y/N canât help it as she thinks about whether they would kiss a lot - theyâve kissed before, neither strangers to cheek kisses as greetings or kisses at the top of their heads when the other is crying into their chest (there was even that very drunk kiss they shared on New Years Eve when their friendship was fresh that both still have warm cheeks about when they think about). Just as sheâs about to go down the path of whether Atsumu would spend more nights with her at her cardboard box of an apartment or her at his, Y/N cuts herself off - after all she wasnât his type. Tonight proved that more than anything, she thinks.
Itâs not like Atsumu has never brought anyone around Y/N - thereâd been a few that sheâd met, though they were mostly over a facetime call and it was mostly just her waving at them before Atsumu ducked away to have a private conversation. It's not like tonight was the first night Y/N had to swallow the bile in her mouth at seeing someone make heart eyes at Atsumu - it's just this time felt different; almost like Y/N was finally having the truth thrusted into her face. But Y/N isnât mad or hateful of Michimiya, nor Atsumu for that matter - sheâd never been the type to hate a girl for having feelings for the person she has feelings for. Itâs annoying, sure, but Y/N doesnât see the point in hating someone for how they feel - however, Y/N does not make the effort to become friends with these girls, or maintain the close friendship with Atsumu for that matter. Is it petty to put a strain on a friendship out of fear of losing said friendship? Absolutely! But Y/N knows she wonât be able to stomach another night like tonight - another night of seeing Atsumu slip so easily from her fingers into the arms of another. And as observant as Atsumu is, he never fully recognizes that Y/N is avoiding him, at least that what she hopes since more often than heâs able to worm himself back into her life.
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Following the failed apology dinner, Y/N tried her hardest to give herself a few days without the blonde- made easy by the fact that the weekend after the failed apology dinner heâd be out of town for another tournament. Itâs not like she was totally avoiding him, sheâd responded to his texts and even answered two of his six facetime calls while he was away, she just wanted a little bit of time to wallow in self pity in her apartment, crying over her comfort movies and eating too many bags of hot chips. But once he was back in the same timezone as her, Atsumu made it impossible for Y/N to fully wallow.
It started when he texted her about their favorite crepe place temporarily closing for some reason or other - heâd tried to convince her to ditch work early that day to come, but Y/N declined with a simple text of âi like my job tyvm.â So what did he do? Pick her up in his flashy sports car that day after work (two hours later than usual since sheâd figured heâd do something ridiculous like this) and drove her there, where he didnât bat an eyelash as she ordered double than what she normally would have (a silent fuck you from Y/N but it didnât matter since she wasnât actualy hurting his wallet). Sheâd been able to tide him off for a few days, as she escaped to her hometown for a weekend - but that did little to stop the mirage of texts heâd sent her, describing in great detail this cool hybrid bookstore-game cafe that he found and thinks sheâd like. Instead of responding how she actually wanted, sheâd just replied with a half-assed âahh exciting- sounds cute!â (She mentally grants herself ten nice points for erasing her initially text, telling him to take his âfucking girlfriendâ). This must have really struck a nerve with him when the following weekend, heâd dragged her out of bed on Sunday morning to take her to said bookstore-game cafe, even spoiling her by secretly buying a book sheâd picked up but put back.
Y/N canât tell if Atsumu is intentionally ignoring the hints she doesnât want to see him or if heâs really just oblivious. She also canât tell if the patter of her heart when he drags her out of bed despite her not wanting to see him is a good thing or not. Itâs been weeks since sheâd third-wheeled with Atsumu and Michimiya, surely Y/N should have been able to take a little bit of pride in the fact that he was literally chasing her down to spend time with her rather than Michimiya - but before she can even swallow that pill Atsumu shows up at her apartment with the trace of a bruise hiding just below his shirt collar. The small mark on his neck makes Y/N convince herself that this would be the time that she needs a full on Atsumu ban.
Said ban never actually happens, though.
Just as proof that this ban doesnât happen, today Atsumu has decided that Y/N needs to come shopping with him. For the entire day. Cue the montage of Atsumu banging on Y/Nâs door at nine in the morning, breakfast pastries and coffee in hand as Y/N answers in all her morning glory, sleep caked up in the outer corner of her eyes and pajamas haphazardly fixed. Words are exchanged as Atsumu pushes her towards the shower, promising to make up her bed and even take out the trash for her (a chore she put off last night because sheâd seen too many people smoking by the dumpsters which scared her enough to make her drag up the two bags of back up the five flights of stairs). As Y/N settles at her desk to work on making herself âthe hottest person at the market,â Atsumu settles on her bed, talking a mile a minute about all the things he wanted to get at the market and the possible places they could go for lunch in the area. All she can do is hum, wondering silently why heâd chosen to take the trip with her and not his girlfriend - but she wouldnât complain.
The market was...fulfilling enough. Surprisingly, Y/N was walking towards the food trucks with more bags in her hands than Atsumu, who followed behind her with one print from a vendor that Y/N convinced him would actually look good in his home office. The pair decided that Y/N was better suited to look for a place where they could park themselves to eat, while Atsumu went off to get them lunch. Before Y/N could make a break for the tables though, Atsumu grabbed her face, thumb swiping at her cheek firmly - it took Y/N every ounce of restraint to not whimper at the unprompted affection.
âWha-â
âHad some of that jam sample from earlier on your face, dummy.â
âTsk⊠why didnât you see it earlier.â
He just smiled softly, letting the warmth of his hand fall from her face before patting her back towards her initial direction. Frankly, sheâd been thrown off her rhythm; theyâd touched each other before for fucks sake. So why was this one moment of closeness enough to make her chest feel tight? As she weaved through the tables, she canât help but hold her hand to where his was, almost as if to preserve the warmth that was now gone. She hummed gleefully as she found a table, making her way towards it and setting up camp. As she settles into her chair, fingers deftly texting to Atsumu where sheâs stationed, she sees a shadow come across the table.
âHey, are you gonna use all these chairs?â Heâs cute, almost terribly cute - heâs got this pinkish-blonde hair going on top, an almost shy glint in his gray-ish colored eyes, and an almost self-assured smile pulling at his lips. He was also tall, much taller since Y/N was sitting, but she almost doesnât mind considering the fact that she is most definitely gawking at him. She shakes her head momentarily, both as an answer to his question and a way to clear her head momentarily.
âThanks! My friend over there is too precious to sit on the curb, apparently.â He smiles at her, eyes squinting and sheâs momentarily breathless at just how cute he is when he smiles. His arms move to grab one of the chairs and that's when she decides to speak up, not wanting to quite end the conversation yet.
âAhh no worries! I know all about having that too precious friend! I only need one other chair so you can take two of these.â
âOh cool thanks⊠and hey this might be a little weird but - fuck are you from Miyagi? You look kinda like this one girl from high school but - â
âI am! I went to Aoba Johsai and -â
He clicks his tongue and seems to smile even brighter now. âThatâs right - youâre Y/N right? I think you were a year younger than us right, but you always hung out with that one girl in my year who used to smoke behind the boyâs gymâŠâ Y/N nods, a grimace on her face and the back of her neck feeling a little warm with embarrassment. How could she possibly explain that said girl was actually Y/Nâs cousin and that she didnât actually smoke, sheâd just smell like it after working at their family restaurant. âWell Iâm Makki, by the way. If you remember Matsukawa and Iwaizumi they're over there - they were at Seijoh too.â She nods, leaning slightly to see the two men behind him, both wearing smiles that were just a little too cheeky.
âYeah yeah, I remember⊠you also had a particular whiny one with you too, right?â He laughs at that, responding that said whiny one was actually abroad. The two make a little conversation, her giving him some suggestions on places to visit since one of his trio is actually visiting for the weekend. Y/N thinks this is nice - feels like the main character in a movie with the amount of men that have approached her in the past couple weeks. Before she can get too cocky in her ability to pull though, Atsumu walks up to the table, hands full with a tray that seems to be piled with too many little plates.
âThere yâare⊠couldnât see you from across the way⊠everything okay?â Atsumu questions, standing to his full height as if sizing up Makki, who seems completely unphased by Atsumu.
âYeah, was just asking your girlfriend if I could steal these two chairs away before I realized that we knew each other.â The strawberry blonde is definitely unphased by Atsumu, whoâs shoulders visibly relax at Makkiâs suggestion that the two friends were together. âWell it was nice seeing you, Y/N! Thanks again for the chairs, you all enjoy your meal.â
As Makki walks away, Atsumu settles into his own chair with a smug little smile playing at his lips. Y/N, on the other hand, is chewing at the inside of her cheek as food is placed in front of her. Her blond friend, the observant little shit, notices that she doesnât immediately tuck into the lunch laid in front of her and nudges her foot with his, muttering a quick âwhat's wrong.â
âYou were blessed with possibly the worst timing in the world, yâknow that?â
âWhat dâya mean?â He muses, taking in her huffily pulling the lid off her food and stuffing her face with the rice bowl in front of her.. She chews, combing the food on her plate with the plastic fork as a way to stop herself from unleashing all her frustrations.
âYou always but in whenever I start getting hit on! Or you stop every chance I have at possibly getting to know someone; you come in here full force and its really not fair. I donât do it to you, and it's just not fair.â Y/N hates that she probably sounds like a whining child, but she really canât help it anymore. Itâs really not fair that Atsumu flaunts his conquests on the cover of every magazine, but god forbid Y/N talk to a guy. âIts been a while since Iâve had sex, Atsumu, and itâs getting to a point where Iâd jump just about anyoneâs bones. I - I just think that as my best friend you should be providing me some support, not cockblocking me at every fucking opportunity you get.â
It takes every fiber in his body to not laugh at how ridiculous Y/N is being right now. He licks at his lip, catching whatever food crumbs he could before clearing his throat. ââM sorry what? You actually wanna hook up with those guys? They seem like the type to just fuck ya nâ then not text you back.â
âAnd if thatâs what I want then so what!? Did you miss the part where I said Iâm desperate here?â
âThen..â He takes a swig at his water bottle in front of him, leaning back slightly in his seat and sliding his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head. âIf you need it that badly then you can just do it with me. You said anyone so I can -â
She laughs, one that sounds on the brink of delusion. âYouâre fucking ridiculous. Yeah okay⊠Dunno if you remember but youâve got a girlfriend, Miya.â
âSheâs not my girlfriend, Y/N. Weâre⊠not that serious with each other and weâre also open. She knows that..'' He looks smug, and Y/N wants to smack the absolute life out of him. âAnd Iâm being serious, darlin.. Iâd rather get you off than see you get your hopes up over some random.â
Y/N squeezes the poor utensil in her hand, choosing to chomp down one of the buns on the table instead of reminding Atsumu that she wasnât exactly his type. But she lets it go, just squinting at him and shaking her head, mumbling how ridiculous he is before swiping some of his veggies off his plate. How else is she supposed to react to her best friend blatantly telling her that heâd fuck her if sheâd ask - she tries to ignore the way that their knees resting on each other under the table makes her heart soar. Before she can form a sentence, something to steer the direction away from her sex life (or lack thereof), Atsumu mumbles around a forkful of food that sheâd better hurry since he wants to do another lap of the market before it closes.
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Atsumuâs offer and that entire conversation is brought up again a few days later; the pair are in Y/Nâs apartment this time. Sheâd asked him and his brother to come over to install some shelves for her, but apparently Osamu was busy. With the shelves installed, Y/N put on a movie to serve as Atsumuâs entertainment whilst she organized her trinkets. She wasnât really paying attention to the movie, too concerned with trying to see if the shelves were actually level or not when she heard Atsumu laugh behind her, muting the T.V. with a quizzical brow raised.
âHuh? If you donât like the movie then you can change it⊠âm not payin atten-â
âOh yeah not paying attention right?â She gives him a hard look as if proving to him that she canât honestly give him the plot of the movie. âSo youâre telling me that its just a coincidence that this movie is about two friends who make a pact to fuck each other? That it's a coincidence that the literal name of the movie is âFriends with Benefitsâ
She rolls her eyes and turns to face him fully, seeing that heâs now sat up on her couch with his elbows resting on his knees. A beat passes before he puts his hands up, almost as if in surrender, before he pushes himself off the couch and towards the kitchen. She watches him as he pulls out a bottle of wine, nodding to the couch as if asking her to take a break. She relents, folding her legs under herself and pulling at a string on the worn sofa, thinking sheâd probably try to replace this piece before she renewed her lease. He thrusts the glass to her, settling into the sofa but he makes no move to unmute the T.V., instead inciting some silent battle while they each sip from their respective glasses.
âYâknow youâve been snappy lately⊠my offer from the other day still stands, hope yâknow thaâ.â She scoffs, choosing to take another swig at her wine, which does little to cool the warmth she feels in her throat. Heâs not technically wrong - the conversation the other day had made a fog of tension hang over her, making a long lost desire for the blond resurface in her lower abdomen at full force. Sheâd spent way too much time the other night on Amazon, debating on whether it would be a good idea to get rechargeable batteries for her toy, spent too long watching his mouth move when heâd facetimed her the other night. It's not that Y/N hadnât hooked up with anyone since knowing Atsumu, it's just that maybe sheâd spent a little too much time enjoying how Atsumu met her emotional needs that she had neglected her physical needs.
âWhat offer?â Sheâll be damned to let him in on the fact that sheâd done nothing but think about his stupid offer. Refuses to let him know that she wants, no needs, to say yes. So she plays dumb, finger dancing along the lip of her cup, foot swinging anxiously against the floor.
He hums, reaching to put his glass on her beat up coffee table. He leans his elbow on the back of the couch, placing his chin in his hand, giving Y/N his undivided attention. ââSamu was talking about how his girlfriend has been on his ass lately about every little thing and so I asked him if theyâre doinâ okay, yâknow physically⊠didnât answer me but I figured heâd solved it if he hasnât mentioned it since. I heard someone say that if yer girlâs acting fussy then yâneed to think about if youâve been fuckinâ her right and wellâŠâ Y/N swallows the lump in her throat, stopping the shiver that threatens to rack her body at the idea of Atsumu thinking sheâs his girl. âI was beinâ serious the other day. I know ya were mad so it wasnât the best time to bring it up, but it seemed like the only good thing to say. Besides, âm not all that bad in bed, can ring up a few people if yâneed a review.â
Y/N doesnât respond with anything other than a forced huff of laughter, can't respond really. It feels too warm, sheâs hoping that maybe this is some fever dream instead of reality. She just plays with her cup absentmindedly, not quite able to look the blond in the eyes despite the fact that his eyes are studying her face as if she holds all the answer to the questions the universe has. Him being bad in bed is the least of her worries, what if sheâs bad? God she wants to say yes, maybe sheâll say yes - maybe itâd be good for her to finally get some di-
âForget it, âm sorry. If it makes you uncomfortable then we donât have to, sweetheart. I just -â
âIâm not uncomfortable.â Oh now she speaks. He looks at her, a wild look fixed on his face, almost as if he doesnât believe the words that came out of her mouth. âIt's just..â She throws her head back, face covered momentarily by some plant leaves. God she didnât want to actually voice her thoughts but now she has no choice.
âItâs just what? If yer worried about the fuckin part, I can just get you off other ways. Get paid to be good with my hands -â
âJust shut up for once please, youâre ruining it.â He makes a show of zipping his lips, smiling as Y/N squares herself to him, stretching her neck as if sheâs preparing for a fight, rather than speaking a coherent sentence.. âIt's just that I donât⊠dont wanna force you into thinking you have to âcos Iâm being bitchy to you.. Like itâs not your problem to fix yâknow and I just. Besides, don't wanna be the only one enjoying it, want you to like it too and ⊠for fucks sake this is ridiculous. I just dunno I-â
Atsumuâs hand reaches out towards her, fingers stroking her knee in a comforting manner but itâs all but comforting to Y/N, whoâs entire leg feels on fire at this small moment of skinship. âShh, shh, no baby yer not forcing me to do anything. Donât think that way - I-I wanna do it! I wanâya to be happy and if this makes you happy then⊠And i mean if yâneed more of a reason then think of it as a way for me to say sorry for cockblockinâ ya all the time.â
Y/N doesnât say yes, but she also doesnât outright decline. She canât think of anything other than how, if she nodded her head, heâd give her everything sheâd been wanting. Atsumu and Y/N stare at each other, moments pass and sheâs sure that heâs going to take her stillness and silence as a no - but he just moves to grab her wine glass, moving it from her grasp to the table, shifting closer to her in the process. She holds her breath and he brings one of his hands towards her face, palming the side of her jaw in his warm hand, thumb rubbing at the plush skin of her lips. âCan I kiss ya? Maybe thaâs all ya need is a good kiss, yeah?â She nods, his hand moving to pluck at her bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. âGot really nice lips, donât you? âS so soft and wet, catch myself wanting to touch âem allotâ' She inhales softly as he leans in, his hand sliding to the side of her neck and he litters soft kisses against her jaw. She whines softly when his mouth nears hers. âShh, gonna kiss you in a minit.â
All Y/N can do is breath, mouth parted slightly as Atsumu drags his mouth over her face. His hand is so warm and big on her skin; heâs so close in her face that all she can do is inhale and smell him, making her dizzy with building warmth in her belly. They catch each otherâs gaze, neither daring to blink away, before he tilts his head, pressing his mouth against hers softly at first. He doesnât move to kiss her, just holds his lips over hers for a moment, as if giving her time to back away if she wants to; but when she doesnât, he hums and pulls her head towards his more, lips moving in tandem. His hand slides from her cheek, worming its way towards the nape of her neck as he pulls her to him - he wastes no time in deepening the kiss, licking into her mouth with  fervor. And she lets him, moving into his lap as she relishes in the feeling of his tongue lazily swirling with her own; the new found position allows him to drag his hand down her back soothingly, her own hands sliding around his neck and up into his hair.
She parts with a soft gasp, whether it be for air or out of surprise she canât tell. He whines momentarily, before nosing his way down towards her neck, pressing butterfly-light kisses at the flesh. Sheâs wiggling in his arms, and he laughs, the air ticking the soft bend of her collarbone. âFuck, youâve been holdin out on me. Thaâ was good right? A good kiss for ya?â All Y/N can do is nod, sliding her hand towards his face in hopes of bringing his lips back to hers. She can feel the smirk on his mouth when she presses their mouths together again, and maybe after sheâd bitch him out about it but right now all she wants is to be suffocated by him.
Moments pass, the air filled with soft pants in between kisses and thickening arousal. Atsumu cards his fingers in her hair gently, mouth still against hers, free hand sneaking around Y/Nâs front. She whines softly, to which he shushes her softly. âShh youâre okay⊠just wanna feel ya.â He soothes her over by indulging her in soft kisses against her lips,  hand pushing up the front of her ratty t-shirt, snaking his hand past the waistband of her shorts into the confines of her (now too tight) underwear. Y/N shudders when he strokes lightly over her clit, before surpassing it completely and going to where a wet spot had been developing on the fabric. Plucking the damp cotton out of the way and letting the tips of two fingers rub over her weeping hole, âOh.. this for me?â
A small noise crawls out of her throat, a mix between a moan, a whine, and surprise. âDonât, âtsumu. Itâs embarrassing..â
âShh donât be embarrassed. Just feels good to know I make ya feel good, baby.â Atsumu pulls his fingers from her, smiling when she whines at the loss of contact. But heâs able to soother her before she can get too fussy; one moment Y/N is on top of him, struggling to not rock against his thigh and relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her, the next Atsumu has her flipped over so her back, her body caged between the back of the sofa and his arms. A hand on either side of her head as he bends in, sweeps his tongue at a strip of salty skin just beneath her jaw. He hastily shoves up the shirt sheâs wearing, revealing more of her and letting his hands graze over her breasts lightly at first before kneading them. She feels lightheaded while his mouth works on her throat, biting and sucking a bruise at the base of it that makes her gulp. Parting from the skin with a gentle kiss and a small, whispered comment of, âTaste so good, so soft and sweet. Been holding out on me, hmm?â
For the first time ever, Y/N has Atsumu in her arms and has no need to push him away - no, instead sheâs holding onto him as if sheâd die if he slipped away from her, her hands gripping his broad shoulders before sliding up into his hair as he makes his way down her body. Heâs practically praising her - pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on her skin as he moves downwards, fingers making quick work of tugging her bottoms off, helping her kick out of them quickly and clumsily. She knows that Atsumu is not a patient man, but this is a whole other level of impatience. Heâs pushing her thighs open, cold fingers squeezing at the soft flesh of her thighs as he scoots down to be at eye-level with the barest part of her, making sure her calves are hooked over his shoulders. Y/N canât remember a time when sheâs ever been in a more vulnerable position, but instead of shying away like her instincts would have her, she finds herself moving to better accommodate the man between her legs. Her eyes catch his caramel colored ones and her breath catches in her throat; heâs staring at her, enamored by her.
âSuch a pretty little thing arenât ya?â he murmurs, lips forming a gentle kiss on her inner thigh but before she can retort he gives one long, gentle swipe of his tongue directly up the middle of her folds. She gasps, face turned away from him and thighs threatening to close, but he shifts his hand to stop her, holding her in place. âAht⊠donât get shy now, lemme get a taste.â
Itâs too much when he dives back in, skilled mouth a vicious match for his insatiable need to please. As he strokes his soft, wet tongue deeper and deeper between her slippery folds that part around him willingly. Y/Nâs sure sheâs moments away from swearing her undying fealty to whatever higher being put this on her plate for today. Â Puckering his lips around her clit after stopping just before sucking on her until it was swollen and even greedier for his attention. Dipping his tongue inside of her hole, humming appreciatively against her and only feeding into the whimpering sounds filtering out of her mouth.
Embarrassingly, Y/N feels that sheâs nearing her end - despite the shame of admitting that it's coming too fast, she feels the need to tell him anyway. âHmph⊠gâna cum,â she chokes out, hoping that he heard her because all she can hear is the blood rushing in her ears. Every sense is suffocated by Atsumuâs presence, and sheâs shameless as she lets every pant slip past her lips, feeding into Atsumuâs ego. ââm so close, I need it. Need you to â to keep going please, âTsumuâ
And he does, gets her to the edge of her high before sliding his mouth away from her. The whine that falls past her lips is deafening, eyes opening and seeing that heâs just nuzzling her thigh, lips making light work at marking the soft flesh. âNo, no you said⊠said youâd help.. Please Iâm-â sheâs hiccuping, tripping over her words numbly as she tries tugging his head back to where sheâs most desperate for him.
He hums at her softly, almost patronizingly, as he places a kiss to the skin closest to his mouth. âDonât cry pretty girl.. Wonât leave you hanging, âts so warm down âere⊠might have to stay forever, thaâ okay?â He is disgusting, filthy, so sinfully good. And true to his word, he goes back in without another word, only a small smile and his own hum that vibrates through her lower half. When he takes her clit back between his lips, itâs all she needs. Every tense muscle finally seizing to his maximum strain; itâs like she was a string thatâd been stretched too far and finally frayed in the middle, snapping. She can hear her heartbeat thumping like a bass in her ears, can feel the way sheâs twitching under Atsumuâs relentless movements, and it drowns out her own noises that sheâs making.
Moments later, all that can be heard is her bated breathing, head completely empty and eyes heavy, flickering and fluttering with just how light she feels. Atsumu kisses his way back up to be face-to-face with her, making sure to peck gently at the marks heâd littered her skin with. His face is buried in the base of her throat, their arms tangled around each other lazily - Y/N feels too sleepy to protest the way that heâs pressing all his weight onto her; but isnât too tired to realize that heâs hard when her hips wiggle to accommodate him between her legs, maybe has been the entire time, which confuses her slightly. Why would he be hard over her? She understands her total arousal over him since she bitched him into submission, but him? If anything, him being hard right now just proves, to Y/N at least, that maybe he would get it up with anything. But what if it is for you, her heart wonders briefly.
ââTsumu⊠are you-?â
âShh, âts alright. Let's get you to bed.â And he moves to slide off her, moving to guide the two of them to her bed, which was a feat on its own considering Y/Nâs legs feel like jelly. All he can do is smile at her, taking in her relaxed face and mused hair. He settles her into bed, sliding up next to her and pulling her onto his chest, lips pressed into the crown of her head. Â Before Y/N can even think of a way to say thank you, she feels sleep taking over, choosing instead to just indulge (for once) in the pseudo-domestic situation sheâs in tonight.
The following morning, Y/N almost doesnât want to wake up, isnât ready to come to terms with whatever happened yesterday. Long gone is the lusty drunkenness from last night, but Atsumu...Atsumu is still fully there, lips pursed and arms shoved under the pillow - Y/N holds back the urge to trace her fingers along the lines of his arm. She russells around, hoping that sleep takes over her again so she can justify waking up wrapped around Atsumu - her attempts are futile though when she feels a firm squeeze at her side, cold fingers making her jump slightly.
âWhaâs wrong?â
She mumbles a barely coherent ânothing,â to which Atsumu just hums, snaking his arm over Y/Nâs middle and pulling her towards him, chest to chest with his breath fanning over her face. She swears she could die a happy person now. Wants to have every morning be like this, him in her too small bed, squishing themselves together for warmth, just the sheer proximity is enough, she muses to herself. Apparently, Y/N is thinking just a little too loud this morning for Atsumuâs liking because he sighs softly, asking if sheâs sure nothing is wrong.
âMm âm fine. Jusâ tryna get comfortable, go back to sleep.â
âCanât now, all yer wiggling woke me upâ And before she can even retort, he shifts slightly, practically forcing his groin on her thigh, to which she squeaks softly. âJus go back to sleep⊠too early for breakfast.â
âBu- Tsumu.. Lemme..â she starts, shyly. She did have this inherent need to pay him back for what happened, and she can only equate his favor with something equally as...pleasurable?...fulfilling? She canât find the right word but the most equal compensation for sex has to be more sex, right? The sleep in her bones is fully gone now, her hands sliding down his sides slowly, tentatively. âPlease...wanna jusâ-â
âDonât have to, can just go to the rest- sh-shit.â He starts, his own hand reaching to stop hers but his movements stutter when she palms at his crotch, giving his bulge a full on grope. She shushes him softly, lips moving to peck his jaw softly as she snakes her hands past the tight confines of his underwear; and though she canât see much of what is going on she can feel how thick Atsumu is. His hands have shifted slightly, one arm resting behind her and the other cupping her face, their lips tangled in kisses that feel too sweet and far from platonic.
Moments pass, and it's apparent that Y/N is moving much too slowly for Atsumu, him bucking into her hand and his hips rolling in uncalculated and sloppy movements. He whines softly when she pulls her lips off his, both softly gasping for air, but she shushes him, using the most minimal amount of strength to push him onto his back and settles between his massive thighs. By this point, once fully exposed in front of her, he's so hard that the foreskin is already drawn away from the head, tip slick and wet with precum. Sheâs gentle, wanting to preserve the quietness that comes with waking up at eight in the morning, as she presses a few open mouth kisses at the patch of hair below his belly button.
And itâs all over from here. Y/N ducked herself down, licking from the dip of his balls to his drippy head in one broad swipe. Y/N shudders softly at the whimper sheâs able to pull out of the man above her, thinking that itâs probably the best noise sheâd ever elicited from a man. Atsumu runs his fingers through her hair as she slides his head into her mouth, fingers deftly scraping at her scalp as she begins sucking. She sucks him like she wants to â like this was the most perfect way to spend every morning, with her blonde, dumb, stupid best friend stuffing her mouth. Both are still hazy with sleep, but that doesnât stop Y/N from pulling him in deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she begins bobbing her head and moving her hand in tandem to stroke at what canât fit in her mouth.
His fingers start to tangle in her hair rather than comb through it, his moans filling the room, punctuated with little encouragements that she hums at around him, like, âThaâs it, thereâs my good girl,â and through shaky laughs, âM'gonna cum if you keep doing that, baby.â Eventually, Y/N knows that he must be near his peak, but she pauses, eyes locking with his caramel colored ones, as she pulls her mouth away to let his length just rest on her tongue.
âFuck yer pretty⊠so good arenât ya?â He whisper-groans at her, gripping her hair a little harder when she tilts her head to the side, allow him to shallowly fuck himself between her lips, his thumb tracing the bulge his dick made in her cheek. âNeed'a pull off if y'donât wanna taste, baby⊠gettin so- fuck- so close.â He gives her hair a slight tug, like he might actually pull her off himself, but she doesnât allow him; she just shifts her mouth, making light work of wrapping her lips around his tip, sucking greedily with and humming in protest around him. And itâs that that sends him over, twitching in her mouth as he sputters off shaky profanities before she feels shot after shot of white ropes hitting her tongue. Y/N canât help but stare at him above her, relishing in the fact that this morning she gets to see him shake and shudder because of her.
Y/N pops off him gently, drawing back and humming at the lingering salty taste heâs left on her tongue. She graces the skin of his heaving abdomen with soft, fluttering kisses as she tucks him back into his underwear, before she crawls up his body, legs swinging to straddle his narrow hips. Heâs got an arm thrown over his eyes, neck red and he seems almost bashful underneath her (which makes Y/Nâs heart swell with adoration at just how him he is). She wiggles softly, folding her hands on his chest and laying her chin on them, waiting for him to say something to her. She blows a laugh through her nose when he finally looks down at her, eyes glimmering and lips pulled in the shyest smile she thinks sheâs ever seen on him.
âYou⊠yer good. Too good⊠just wow.â
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Suffice to say lots has happened in the week following the pair quite literally eating their hearts out.
Firstly, Atsumu spent nearly every evening at her apartment that week. He waited every single day outside of her office building - her coworkers have taken to telling her how lucky she is that she has a man waiting for her with this whipped look on her face, but she swears up and down (with warm cheeks) that it's not like that. They eat dinner, alternating between picking up something on the way or cooking together - and by cooking, just picture Atsumu cutting vegetables in uneven chunks while Y/N scolds him for not adding enough water to the rice cooker. Normally this could happen: it's not super rare that they visit each other during the week if it's convenient - what is definitely not in the norm is the fact that Atsumu has buried himself between Y/Nâs thighs thrice this week. It starts when Y/N looks too stressed on Tuesday evening, that Atsumu pulls her legs over his lap in an attempt to âmassage some of the stress away,â which only leads to him manhandling her onto her back, promising to give her something else to cry about besides work.
Secondly, Osamu thought it would be best to alert Y/N that Atsumu had a very awkward conversation with a woman during lunch on Thursday - it was secretly his way of asking her to ask Atsumu what happened because both Y/N and Osamu were terrible gossips who feed off each other. When Y/N asked though, all Atsumu said was that the whole conversation didnât matter, that the woman (who Y/N learned was actually Michimiya) wanted more than Atsumu was able to give to her. That their lives werenât in sync or whatever, that theyâd eventually manage to be co-workers at best. To say that Y/N wasnât elated at the news would be a bold-faced lie.
Y/N feels on cloud nine, feels like she doesnât even need to have a conversation with Atsumu about what their situation is currently. She gets to reap all the benefits of a relationship now, sheâs physically taken care of and emotionally spoiled. Only thing sheâs actually missing is the title but what's in a word, right?Atsumu wasnât a natural flirt, always hid compliments behind a harsh delivery - but lately heâs taken to drowning Y/N in compliments, even the corny ones. Y/N expected a post-nut âgod yer pretty,â but what occasionally caught her off was when he would open the door for her (normal) and say that âa pretty gal like you should never hafta touch a handleâ (not normal). Subconsciously, Y/N feels like heâs only trying to compliment his way into her pants, but she chooses to ignore the way he coos at âjust how gorgeous her eyes areâ when he makes eye contact with her during a midnight snack.
On the second Thursday following the start of the Y/N-Astumu situationship, Y/N has no choice really other than to ask Atsumu whatâs going on with them. Theyâre at the grocery store by his place (heâd convinced her to take the following day off work and spend the night with him), everything is more than normal when the pairâs conversation gets interrupted by a literal model-esque person, touching Atsumuâs shoulder. Y/N tries to sneak her hand from his arm, but he grasps her hand before she can get too far, looking at the stranger with a less-than-friendly expression.
âOh Miya! Iâm a huge fan, would you mind taking a photo with me?â He indulges his fan, never letting go of Y/Nâs hand, even as she steps out of the cameraâs focus. The stranger parts with a grateful smile to both Atsumu and Y/N, which feels unnecessary, but Y/N returns anyway. The friends continue their shopping trip before making the trek to Atsumuâs apartment building. Y/N is quiet, in her head about the whole fan interaction that lasted a total of five minutes, but Atsumu says nothing - even stays quiet until the pair are up in his apartment.
âEverything okay? Not bored of me are ya?â
She smiles weakly at him, settling to rest against his kitchen counter. âItâs just⊠I- nevermind itâs stupid.â She shakes her head, hand waving in front of her as if trying to shoo away the negative cloud above her head. But Atsumu quickly grabs her hand, pulling her into the space between his arms.
âItâs not stupid if âs how yer feeling.. Whatâs up?â
âOkayâŠâ She starts, pushing away from his chest to give herself some literal and mental space. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back at the opposite counter to Y/N, who's mirroring his stance except her head is thrown back, eyes searching his ceiling for the right words to come next. âAre you always like⊠this⊠with the girls who give you head?â When she looks at him, his head is tilted to the left in confusion, making her huff anxiously. âOkaaay.. youâve complimented me more in the past three weeks than any other person has in my entire life⊠is that normal for you to do with the girls hooking up with you or am I the exception? Itâs not a big deal.. Itâs just that you -â
âI compliment you because you deserve to be complimented, sweetheart⊠but if it makes you uncomfortable then I can stop.â He cuts in, before he uncrosses his arms, palms gripping at the counter behind him. âAs for the whole hooking up part⊠is that what you want this to be? âCos we can do that, up to you Y/N, Iâll take whatever youâre willing to give -â
âBut why? Until three weeks ago I was under the impression that I wasnât your âtypeâ or whatever so why now are you suddenly on board with taking whatever I give you?â
He laughs, and Y/N wants to cry. Why wasnât he taking this seriously? Y/N is good at feeling her feelings, but has a hard time clearly expressing those feelings into words.
âDonât laugh a-â
âWho told you what my type was? If it was âSamu or Omi I swear Iâll -â
âYou did. You said I wasnât your type.â He balks, eyes wide and riddled with trying to think about when he said it. âIt was forever ago, but you said it. You came back from Germany, I picked you up and âSamu had called while I went to the restroom and well.. I overheard you say-â
âYer an idiot, made an assumption before ya knew the whole truth, baby. I was talking about this photographer that I was kinda seeinâ at the time. Mâbrother asked why if sheâd get mad that I chose to see you fresh off the plane instead of her, said it didnât matter because she wasnât my type.â
Y/N wishes that the floor of his ridiculously priced apartment would swallow her whole, or that if she pushed the right buttons on his fancy microwave sheâd be able to rewind life to five minutes ago when she decided to start this conversation. Frankly, she feels silly and like she shouldnât say anything else - she knows that her words conveyed a little bit of insecurity that sheâs sure Atsumu doesnât want to have to deal with.
A beat passes before both Y/N and Atsumu open their mouths, but heâs able to get out the words first. âYou really thought that you werenât my type?â Fuck his smug little desbelieving smile.
âDonât gimme that look - youâre usually spotted around the globe with gorgeous people⊠âs it really wrong of me to assume that I wasnât your type? Besides,â she starts, arms crossed around her middle while Atsumu takes a tentative step to close the gap between them. âIt's not that it matters now since, yâknow I know that it's not true.. Just hurt my feelings at the time and wellâŠâ
âYou were supposed to be the smart one between us, got the college degree ân everythin.â He teases, arms reaching to rest on her waist. âFor someone so smart you really missed all the signs huh? Why do you think I stepped in every time some guy tried to talk tâya? Why dâya think that I tried to take up all your weekend time, donât get me wrong I love spendinâ time with ya but also didnât wanna see you goin out with any guys youâd met when I wasnât around.â By this point heâs got her chin in his hand, ducking his head slightly to make her look at him fully. âAnd why the hell would I eat you out at every possible opportunity once Iâve been given the okay? Just because I get thrown it all the time by others doesnât mean that I eat out every -â
âAlright, alright. You can shut up now. I get it, Iâm dumb. I just didnât think -â
âOh you got thaâ right - didnât think at all did ya?â She groans, throwing her head back. Sheâll never be able to get the image of his smug face out of her head, never going to be able to live down how for once in their years long friendship Atsumu was smarter than her. All he can do though is laugh, pulling her face back down to his and giving her forehead a soft kiss, making her stomach erupt with flutters.
âIf you tell anyone about this conversation, I swear to god Miya Iâll-â
âShh itâs always gotta be a threat with you huh? Why canât you just admit that you were stupid for once?â
âNot happening.â
âNot even if it means youâre stupidly in like with meâ
âNo, because Iâm not stupidly in like with you⊠I just adore your stupid self more than Iâd ever admit in front of anyone else.â
He laughs, bumping his nose against her with a laugh before kissing her softly. Everything is great, life is great. Y/N loves Atsumu and Atsumu loves her, and she isnât some sad, movie clichĂ© any longer. Sheâs got this gorgeous guy who practically worships her, so freely giving himself to her. He pulls away from kissing her for a second, taking a moment to appreciate the way that her eyes are closed happily.
âJust so yâknow⊠I adore you too.â Kiss. âBut you are never allowed to call me stupid again⊠from now on Iâm the smart one in this relationship.â
A/N pt2: and so thatâs it hehe. thank you sm for reading I hope you enjoyed it. any little comments you have in the tags would be nice to read or yeah. this is my side blog so like hgjdgsh if I respond to you itâs gonna be from my main haha
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