#you had to hang around awkwardly while your friends tried on outfits at the mall knowing youre just there to gas them up

[curioscurio]

THIS THIS THIS

I love the little AU that skinny people live in where they have the same problems as fat people and can relate to the Experience. artists references are only for fat bodies, artists that do draw thin bodies are getting DMs from people going like "omg I'm so happy I discovered your art, it's so rare to find an artist who draws small bodies!!!!! for the first time I see people who look like me 😭😭" skinny people going "omggg I finally found a clothing brand that sells nice dresses in XS, I wish they weren't so so overpriced though" skinny people getting home from the doctor's office and collapsing on the couch to tell their roommate that their doc spent the whole appointment quizzing them about their diet and they were told they need to gain 40 pounds. but the doctor didn't want to check out the weird scraping sound they make when they breathe in, just that they should probably gain weight first. skinny celebrities and influencers spending thousands of dollars getting plastic surgery to transfer fat to their stomachs and jawlines. all the main characters in tv shows are fat. when you watch cartoons as a kid, there's one skinny character, and they're really dumb and annoying and get laughed at by the other characters. they're a loser and never get a boyfriend/girlfriend. the same clothes that are stylish when worn by fat people just get you made fun of. desirable romantic leads and manic pixie dream girls twirl their hair and say "yeeah I've just been fat my whole life, I just never lose weight no matter what I eat hehe" and this is an extremely endearing and attractive trait.

[agaypanic]

Regina's Barbie (Regina George X Reader)

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Summary: You’re Regina George’s latest project, but her reasoning for fixing you up is completely different than what you think.

A/N: a little drabble based on this ask that i answered a couple days ago bc it keeps getting interaction and lowkey i cant stop thinking about the concept ugh

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“Hold still.” Regina scolded for what felt like the hundredth time, hand holding your jaw firmly to keep you in place while she put blush on your cheeks.

“Sorry.” You whispered, looking at the wall behind her so you didn’t have to face her intense gaze.

When Regina approached you one day, twirling her perfect blonde hair around her finger as she asked you if you wanted to hang out, you thought it was a prank. It had to have been, because there was no other reason why Regina George would even consider getting close to a ‘nobody’ like you. But when you stuttered out a response, her grin seemed genuine when telling you to meet you at her car after school. Sure enough, she was sitting in her car with the rest of the Plastics, beckoning you to come over and sit in the seat behind her.

Gretchen and Karen seemed to be a bit confused by your presence but didn’t question Regina. They welcomed you, but didn’t go out of their way to make conversation with you while Regina drove to the mall.

When she parked, Regina basically pulled you into shops by the arm, her friends rushing behind you. She thrusted some sweater into your hands, telling you that you just had to try it on. And when you tried telling her you couldn’t afford it, she rolled her eyes, took a credit card out of her purse, and dragged you to a fitting room.

And now you were here, perched on Regina’s bed while she did your makeup. She had insisted that the way you did it was all wrong and that you needed to know the proper way to do it. Gretchen and Karen weren’t here, which surprised you a bit. But you knew better than to question Regina.

“Okay, now you need lipgloss,” Regina said, looking through some of the glosses she had bought you. She opened one and looked at you. “Pucker up.”

You gulped at the demand, but did as she said. Regina grabbed your jaw again, a bit more gently this time, as she swiped the wand over your lips. She bit her lip in concentration as she stared at your mouth.

“Perfect.” She muttered, capping the gloss and taking you to one of her many mirrors.

You hardly recognized yourself, but Regina definitely didn’t do a bad job. She smiled at you through the mirror.

“What do you think?” She asked, leaning her head against yours a bit.

“I look…” It was hard to find an end to your sentence with the way Regina looked at you, like you were a piece of meat. “Pretty.”

“Hell yeah, you do.” She fiddled with your hair, trying to put it in a style she thought would be more suitable. “Oh my god, I totally forgot. We’re going to a party later, so we gotta find something for you to wear.”

“What?” You were a bit taken aback, not expecting to go to a party tonight. Especially with Regina. “Couldn’t I just wear this?”

Regina laughed, and it didn’t seem like that fake, almost mocking laugh she’d do when people tried to be funny with her. It sounded genuine, like she was actually amused by your question.

“No way, Y/n! Wait here, I think I have something you can wear.” She sped into her closet, leaving you to stand awkwardly in her room. Luckily, she came back quickly with a two-piece outfit. Regina went behind you, hands holding the clothes up to your body. “You’d look so good in this. Besides, it’s better than, like, anything you own.”

She kissed your cheek before sending you off to the bathroom to change. It was so quick that you barely registered what had happened until you were already switching your clothes for hers. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, seeing a faint lip print on your cheekbone. You decided to leave it, not wanting Regina to get mad at you for messing up the makeup she spent practically forever putting on you.

When you left the bathroom, Regina was fixing up her lipstick in the mirror. She turned to you and smiled a bit, straightening up a bit.

“See, I told you you’d look good.” She took your clothes, throwing them on the bed, before noticing the mark she left on you. Regina stepped closer to see it better, soon looking at you with the same hungry look from before. “Keep that, it’s hot.” Then she walked away to change her shoes.

You took a deep breath. This was gonna be a long night.

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Part 2

[harringtons-cupid]

I had this idea and I thought you'd write it well

What if Steve gets with the reader but Robin gets jealous because Steve isn't hanging out with her as much as he use to anymore

So in my mind, Steve and Robin became friends at school as well as Scoops in this ??? Sorry that this A) took so long and B) is so short! Have never written for STOBIN before…

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Steve had fancied you for a long while, Robin knew about it. She encouraged it, enjoying the idea of gaining another friend through Steve. Thinking that this would strengthen all of your friendships as one.

However, the day Steve asked you out. Robin sensed something was different between them, he hadn’t mentioned you for a while. He didn’t hide himself from you as you walked towards him in the hallway.

As the day progressed on, Steve began to pay less and less attention to Robin. At lunchtime Steve’s voice carried across the hall but Robin sat alone, stiring her food around her plastic tray. Deciding to not spend anymore time in the hall, she wondered outside away from the noise.

Placing her headphones over her ears and pressed play, she didn’t feel good. Her and Steve spent every lunch time together but something wasn’t adding up.

As she collected hers belongings and turned down the volume of her music, she wandered back into the building. Looking down at her feet as she waded through the lunch crowds until she felt herself fly into someone’s body.

It was Steve.

Glaring at him in annoyance, she noticed that his arm was flung around you. Smiling at you before hurrying to get on her way, she didn’t realise that Steve had called after her.

The day ended quickly, Robin couldn’t wait to get home. She work later that day and knew that she could avoid Steve until then.

She did.

All the days since that first day had been the same, Robin spent less and less time with Steve and watched from afar how quickly your relationship blossomed.

She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t jealous of how much time you took of Steve. How you weaselled your way in and practically stole him from her.

Her Scoops Ahoy outfit was crinkled as she attempted to straighten it put, ditching her bike outside the mall court. She sighed and headed inside, there he was. Tidying up the display that advertised the new ice cream flavour, his eyes lit up with a smile as he saw Robin walk closer to him.

Shrugging she disappeared into the back for a few seconds before returning to the front, unable to avoid him any longer.

“Yo, Rob are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern and worry.

Her blood boiled as she rotated the ice cream in the plastic boxes, your voice echoed across the register as Steve leant over to talk to you.

Mumbling under her breath as she aggressively prepared your order, Steve shot a look between Robin and you. Laughing awkwardly before kissing your cheek, he watched you seductively walked away.

“Come on let’s talk” He spoke sternly after she placed your order on top of the counter in their appropriate slots.

Pulling Robin away from the seating area, his hands firmly either side of her shoulders as he scanned her face.

She tried to hide herself from him but he shook her softly with a sad sigh.

“So, it’s pretty embarrassing actually. But Im jealous that your time isn’t always with me. That you’re now with her. ” she sighed, looking deflated as she avoided his eyes.

“Oh Rob” Steve tried to stiffull his laugh. Pulling her in for a hug, his hands slid up to her hair where he stroked her hair.

“No one will replace you, you’re my best friend” his words were mumbled as she began laugh against him.

Beginning to feel more and more comfortable with the idea of him having a proper relationship , he kissed her forehead and continued to reassure her.

[do-y0u-have-to-let-it-linger]

Hi! Can I get a ship? I'm an INFP, straight girl with social anxiety. I listen to music all the time. (mostly rock) I never leave the house without my earphones. I enjoy movie nights, reading books (romance and mystery are my favourite genres), playing videogames, goofing around with my friends. My friends would describe me as kind, helpful and loyal. I'm really into photography. I wanted to be a photographer as a kid, but it's just a hobby nowadays. I'm a hopeless romantic and a night owl. It takes time for me to open up to people, but once I'm there I can be pretty talkative. I'm 5'8" tall, I have half long brown hair, dark brown eyes and I wear glasses. If I have to describe my style it would be somewhat 80s grunge. Thank you!

(tw: swearing and eating)

I ship you with Scott Summers!

You never got along very well with Scott Summers.

He always came across as a bit of a preppy asshole. Not that his preppy-ness was necessarily correlated to his asshole-ness, but it did seem to enhance it.

You may think that not getting along perfectly with some random boy who happened to live in the (large) building you live in is not much of a problem, but you are incorrect.

When your best friend (and dorm-mate) of ten years, Jean, is on a so-called "superhero team" with and is good friends with said boy, it is not exactly easy to avoid him.

Since Jean's biological family was not around, she made her own.

The first member of her so-called found family was you, who arrived just a day before she did. When she first entered your dorm, you were adjusting all of your newly unpacked trinkets. You were both young enough to immediately become friends, no questions asked, and your friendship stuck. You two tended to keep to yourselves and each other, until you two were older.

When Jean was invited to join the X-Men with some of her friends, you couldn’t have been prouder. The problem was that when you met this other part of her found family, it did not go well. None of you clicked whenever in the same room, and Scott immediately made fun of you the moment he met you. You ultimately decided to avoid her other friends, but be supportive of them. Not because you couldn’t handle Scott, but because you didn’t want to put Jean in a position where she had to choose between you and them. Overall, this just made Jean desperately want you and her other friends to get along.

"Come on, just sneak out with us this one time!" Jean was sitting on the edge of your bed, making puppy dog eyes at you and clasping her hands together.

She always tried to convince you to hang out with her friend group. Even if that meant, in this case, convincing you to break (very reasonable) rules with them.

"No. Absolutely not. Jubilee is going to try to 'catch me a man', and Scott's going to try to be funny but just end up making fun of me. Besides, why would I break school rules and steal a car for a trip to the mall?"

"Because you haven't seen Empire Strikes Back yet, and I bought you a ticket for 1:00 PM today."

"Shit. You're evil, you know that? This is unfair. You know me too well."

Jean beamed at you. "Thank you, I try. Now, get dressed, you're going to love this."

"I am dressed, and you can’t make demands. I’m the one being convinced here!"

"I will not be pestered by Jubilee's pleas to let her give you a makeover! Just throw on jeans instead of your sweatpants or something! Now chop, chop! We're leaving in 10 minutes!"

"I'm sorry, 10 minutes?"

"I knew if you had more than 15, you would change your mind. Meet me by the front door when you're ready to go!"

After Jean left your shared room, you threw on some different clothes and hastily grabbed everything you needed to go. With your sneakers in your hands, you ran into the school's kitchen and shoved a granola bar in your mouth. As you were hopping, trying to force your shoes on your feet, someone spoke from behind you.

"Well, you look elegant as ever."

You froze, squinted your eyes, and clenched your jaw. Well, as much as you could with the previously mentioned granola bar in your mouth.

Scott Summers.

You swallowed and turned around, plastering on a smile in preparation to respond to his sarcasm.

"Well, you know me, unwaveringly ethereal."

Once you finished your attempt to keep the peace, your grin dropped off your face and you went to tie on your shoes, occasionally having to push your glasses back up your nose as you did so.

Jean then started talking to you while making her way into the kitchen.

"Come on, we need to go before Charles's class ends- well, well, well, look at you two!" she spoke in a sing-song tone at the end.

"Trust me, there's no 'you two' here." Scott hissed at her. Hissed! The audacity, would it be so terrible for him to be theoretical friends with you?

"Calm down, I just mean that I'm glad you two are talking," Jean said. "But we need to go. Like- now."

Jean then grabbed you by the arm and started to pull you out of the room, wiggling her eyebrows at Scott on the way out. Scott got up to trail behind you two, if he could glare at people with the glasses he wore, then he would have been glaring at her.

You elbowed Jean in the side and whisper shouted at her.

"What was that? What was the purpose of the eyebrow wiggle?"

"What eyebrow wiggle? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're a menace to society, you know that?"

"I am aware that you don't actually think I'm a menace, but I appreciate the compliment." She leaned down and messed up your hair. "Now let's move it!"

When you got to the minivan you were all "borrowing" from Charles, most everyone was already there. Kurt, Jubilee, and Peter took the back seats, and Ororo was sitting in the driver's seat.

You walked to sit shotgun, but Jean sped up to beat you to the seat.

Suspicious.

Squinting at her, you went to sit in the middle row, where Scott also made to sit.

It was silent for the first minute of the drive until Jubilee tried to strike up a conversation.

"So! Y/N, I'm so glad you decided to hang out with us! I love your outfit. Ooh! Peter, hand me my bag! I have a scrunchie that will match perfectly."

Peter looked at her with mock disbelief. "Yeah. dude, make me reach behind my seat and into the trunk of the car."

Kurt clearly did not want to be part of this conflict.

Jubilee smiled sweetly at Peter. "Shut up and grab me my bag, please?"

Peter sighed half-sarcastically. "Yes ma'am."

Well, Jean's friends were just as you remember (aka slightly crazy).

You heard Jean's voice in your mind "If you don't wear that scrunchie it will genuinely hurt Jubilee's feelings, and I will never forgive you."

You looked at her through the mirror and raised your eyebrows.

Jubilee's voice took back your attention. "Here it is! Scotty, I can't reach. Can you hand this to her?"

Scott visibly winced at the nickname "Scotty" but handed you the scrunchie anyway. After trying to hide your amusement at the use of "Scotty", you attempted to put your hair up with the scrunchie, and you saw Jean smile. You were determined to make friends with these people for Jean.

"Thanks, Jubilee," You smiled at her. "So, how do I look?"

Scott chimed in immediately. "Like you're twelve."

"Ok, shut up Scott. You look cool, Y/N." Ororo gave you a thumbs up from the front seat. They were all clearly told to make friends with you by Jean in the same way you were. Well... told or threatened. Who's to say.

The car ride was awkward, to say the least. When you finally arrived at the mall and exited the car, you felt like you could finally breathe. You spoke first while you were all walking into the mall.

"So, how are we planning on killing time before Empire?"

"Well, Jubilee wanted to pick up some more eyeshadow with me, and Peter, Kurt, and Ororo are probably going to buy even more colored leather jackets," Jean said.

"Where does that leave me and your wallflower?" Scott asked Jean. You turned to look at him, attempting to make your lack of amusement clear. "What?" He shrugged, "It's true!"

"Ok, first of all, she's not actually that shy, you're just mean. Second of all, I was hoping you two could go into the book shop together until we're done."

Your eyes widened as you turned to Jean, silently begging her not to leave you and Scott alone.

"What? Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy? Maybe I thought you would try to get along because you both love me and I want you to be friends!"

Scott responded first. "You're totally guilt-tripping us right now."

"Yes!" Jean responded. "Yes I am, and you better be feeling guilty. Now, we're all going inside, and you are going into that bookstore together, you are going to bond over your cheesy dreams about falling in love, and, Scott, you are going to be kind! Or I will be very upset!"

You and Scott looked at each other (slightly afraid) before you turned to Jean and nodded your head at her.

"Ok. Let's go, Scott." You looked at him and he nodded at you both of you then started to head to the bookstore.

In the door of the shop, you glanced at him awkwardly. "So... is there a specific section you want to visit? Or-"

"Uh, I usually just... wander." He was bouncing on his heels.

"Oh! Ok, uh... where you lead I will follow!"

He spun around and started to walk aimlessly, actually trying to make conversation.

"So- you take photos?"

"...How did you know that?"

"I've seen you. That sounds creepy, I just mean that I saw you with a camera once when you walked Jean to training. It seemed nice. Only a dumbass would own a nice camera and not use it."

"How kind of you to not see me as a dumbass," you mumbled as you ran your hand across the book binds. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Not really to be honest. Well, actually- I like... cars."

"...Cars. Huh. Elaborate."

"My brother, his name is Alex, taught me how to fix up cars when I was younger. Ooh- recently we found this beautiful 1962 AMC Rambler- I mean, it was basically a pile of garbage, but we're fixing it up."

"What's a Rambler?"

"W- 'What's a Rambler?'" He looked at you like you were speaking another language. "A 1962 AMC Rambler is only the car of my dreams!"

"The 'car of your dreams'?"

"Uh, yeah. What- do you not have a dream car?"

You laughed at him, "No? I don’t know that much about cars."

"You don’t have to know shit about cars to have a dream car! Come on, you don't have any car you would want to drive?"

"A school bus."

"...What do you mean."

"I mean- I bet I could live in a school bus. It's big, has a lot of windows, it's yellow." Scott was surprisingly easy to talk to.

"A school bus. Huh."

"I thought of that on the spot, it's not a long-term dream of mine."

"No, I see the appeal. I do think it's weird that you listed it being yellow as one of its positive attributes though."

"Holy shit. Holy shit!"

"What? What's the problem?"

You grabbed the book you spotted and held it out to him with your arms fully outstretched, it almost hit his nose. "Do you know what this is?"

Scott's hands appeared at the top of the book, and he pushed it down so you could see his confused expression. "A... book?"

"Very funny, Scotty, but no this is not just a book. This is a sequel."

He crossed his arms across his chest. "... 'Scotty'? I'm gonna kill Lee."

"Who's Lee?"

"Jubilee."

"If you can call her 'Lee' why can’t she call you 'Scotty'?"

"Because 'Scotty' makes me sound like I'm twelve!"

"Well, according to you, this scrunchie makes me look twelve. So I guess we're even, Scotty."

"I see why you and Jean are friends. You’re both evil."

"I called her evil not 10 minutes ago! Look at us, 'bonding' and all."

"Speaking of a 10 minutes ago, and that whole 'twelve' thing, I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"Sorry for calling you twelve... and a wallflower. You seem... neat."

"Thanks... I think."

"Neat is a good thing."

"I'm kinda messy actually."

"I meant neat as in like- cool. Plus, you’re the first friend-ish person I've had that also wears glasses!"

You smiled at each other for a moment.

This was amusing.

He was amusing.

Unfortunately, someone popped the bubble encasing you and Scott. "Wow, 'friendish'? That's an upgrade from them low-key hating each other."

You whipped your head around to see Peter and Jean standing on the other side of the aisle, clearly having been observing and talking about you.

Scott spoke first. "How long have you two been standing there?"

"Long enough," Jean smiled. "You two get along."

"...So?" Scott asked.

"So, about an hour ago that seemed completely impossible."

An hour? That couldn’t be possible. "Wait, what time is it?"

Jean responded. "12:45, you’ve sure been chatting for a long time."

Scott cleared his throat and turned to you, "So, uh, you should buy that book, and then we should head to the movie theater room thingie."

You looked back at him. "Yeah! Ok, so... yeah."

After you and Scott walked away, Peter leaned over to whisper to Jean. "Well, that was a long glance. We've really gotta lock 'em in a closet together or something."

Jean shoved Peter, and you all went about your mall trip as you did before, except that now you might have a new friend... ish.

[koushou]

Could we get uuh,,, Todoroki x f!reader who is insecure abt their looks bc they look more "boyish" than most girls? 😳 As much as I love being an androgynous queen, I get insecure sometimes, esp when it comes to guys liking me

this is my first ask im 😳💕💕

beautiful

pairing : todoroki shoto x f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none really, like the teeniest suggestive ending, just todoroki being like the best bf ugh 😩

a/n : thank you so much for requesting anon!! i tried my best, im so sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted but shoutout to all the androgynous queens you’re amazing !! <3 (also can you tell im terrible at titles pls)

shopping mall dates with your friends were always something you looked forward to, shoto knew this well. so why had you come back to the dorms empty-handed?

The familiar ringtone playing from your phone woke you up from your slumber, as bright sunlight shone through your windows where the curtains did poor job of providing you with any coverage. You opened your eyes and would’ve immediately shut them if not for the music still coming from your phone on your nightstand.

Swinging a hand blindly over, you felt the cool screen of your device and brought it close to your face, as an all too familiar contact name displayed on the top of the screen.

Grumbling slightly, you pressed the answer button and brought it up to your ear.

“Y/N!! Are you still sleeping??” You almost wanted to hang up right then and there from the cheery girl’s voice ringing into your ear. 

“Mina, it’s-” You glanced over at your alarm clock on the same nightstand, “-literally 9 in the morning, what do you want-”

“Come on! You remember we have another shopping day today, right??” 

You rubbed your eyes and rolled over in bed on your side, away from the blinding light illuminating through the glass windows.

Shopping dates with your girlfriends in Class 1-A took place almost every weekend, something you always looked forward to. Hero training was stressful, everyone was always striving to further improve and expand their quirks and skill, almost never having time for any sort of break. 

Truthfully, you had forgotten about your planned day with the girls today, since it had been a pretty tough week, with work piling up on top of one another, heck, you were barely keeping up your grades. 

“Oh...right.” You ran your fingers through your somewhat messy, medium-length hair, attempting to comb it slightly and getting rid of the small knots that had been formed in your sleep.

“Hey, don’t tell me you forgot - anyways, we’re meeting up downstairs at 10, so see you later!!” 

“Yeah, alright.” 

Quiet beeps signaling the end of your short call with Mina, you sighed and wondered how the alien girl managed to stay so hyper in the morning, not that you were surprised anymore. 

Sitting up in bed, you let out a yawn and stretched out your body, excited for the day to come. 

On some days, you just wanted to sleep in and have a day all to yourself in the comfort of your small dorm room, but these shopping sprees with the girls always took your mind off any troubles on your mind.

Throwing your blanket to the side lazily, you get up from your bed and groggily made your way to the bathroom, phone still in hand. Flicking on the light switch, you cringed at the sudden brightness.

A notification noise sounded from your phone, a smile spreading across your face as soon as you saw who the sender was - your one and only white and red haired boyfriend.

Unlocking your phone, you were met by a few text messages from your lover.

shouu <33 : good morning love, have you woken up yet?

shouu <33 : you’re going out today with the others right? i wish you could come and be with me, but i hope you have fun.💗

Your heart could not handle this level of cuteness in the morning.

Turning on the water to get ready for your morning shower, you typed out a reply to your boyfriend.

                                                             good morning shouto 🥺 i just woke upp

                      imy so much as well, i promise i’ll be with you when i get back!!💕

You stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower, the water more on the warm side, exactly how you liked it.

After about 20 minutes, you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your torso, the cool air hitting your legs, making you shiver slightly. You made your way over to your closet in the corner of your room, picking out what clothes to wear.

It was scorching hot out, and you were feeling lazy, so a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts seemed like a good choice.

The time was about 9:40 when you had finished brushing your teeth and mindlessly slapping on some sunscreen, you didn’t want to become tan, after all.

Internally crying, you shoved your wallet with your credit card inside your small purse you usually brought when you went shopping, making a note to yourself to cut down a bit on your purchases. 

You knew that promise was going to go out the window as soon as you step foot in a store, but hey, you always felt better after coming back to the dorms with bags of clothing in your hands.

Deciding to head down to the common room earlier to grab a quick snack to eat, you received another message from your phone.

shouu <33 : i’ll be waiting for you, love.

shouu <33 : are you sure you don’t want to use my father’s credit card? i don’t think he would really care if it gets maxed out, you know.

You giggled at your boyfriend’s message even though you knew he was being 100% serious.

                                                                                   shou...bby, i cant do that-

shouu <33 : alright then, be safe and text me when you get there, okay?

                                                                                                            i will! ily <33

shouu <33 : i love you too :)

When you reached the common room, you were met by pink, black, green, and brown haired girls.

“Y/N!! Good morning!!”

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N-chan, ribbit.”

“Oh hey Y/N!”

You smile at your energetic friends, Mina, Momo, Tsu and Uraraka, who were all lounging on the couches. 

“Good morning, guys.”

Mina lets out a whine, “Where is Jirou? That girl is almost always never on time-”

“What’s that, Mina?”

A voice from behind the girls spoke, causing everyone to jump and turn at the same time. 

“O-oh good morning Jirou-”

The purple haired girl stood behind the couches, and your eyes scanned over her outfit. A white, loose short sleeve hung around her shoulders, paired with some black shorts. A simple outfit, yet she made it look so much more appealing.

She charged towards Mina, who was now desperately hiding behind Uraraka. It was then that you finally took notice of the other girls’ outfits, and suddenly became all too aware of your own.

Mina, with a pink shirt tucked into her jeans, a black belt as a finishing touch. Her curves showing perfectly, all in the right places. You would expect her pink hair to be messy and puffy, but it was tamed, neatly brushed, and reminded you of soft cotton candy. 

A cropped maroon top, with black jeans, complementing Momo’s smooth, black hair which was put up in a lower pony tail than usual. Her gentle features sure to attract admirers wherever she went. The way her dark bangs framed her face, the way her smile was bright, genuine - an appearance of a true, proper lady. 

You glanced down at your own outfit, trying to smooth out wrinkles in your own shirt. No genius was required to see that you obviously stood out in your group of feminine friends, you being the only female with short hair and a different style.

It wasn’t that you hated the way you looked, but it made you think sometimes that you weren’t as attractive or liked as much, compared to your friends.

“Well then,” Uraraka clasped her hands together, interrupting your thoughts, and grinned. “Shall we get going?” 

You all cheered, getting up and ready to head to the shopping mall. 

Mina locked her arms in yours and dragged you out of the doors, grinning at you while the other girls trailed behind.

“Come on old ladies! We’re gonna max out our cards!!” She yelled at the sky once you were outside, the hot summer air hitting your skin immediately. 

“Hey, who’re you calling an old lady?!” You smacked Mina’s arm, making her stick her tongue out at you.

“Fine, whoever gets there last is an old lady!!” 

Your pink haired friend takes off toward the mall which was located about 20 minutes away from your school, with you laughing and running after her, followed by your other female friends.

The negative thoughts you had on your mind previously vanished as you all ran after one another, not giving a care in the world to the questioning looks passersby shot your ways. Spending time with your friends always somehow managed to brighten your mood, regardless of whether they knew how you were feeling or not. 

And your love for them could never be put into words.

6 girls arrived at the Misako Mall, panting, out of breath as they bought water from a vending machine.

“Oh-” You pant, fumbling with the buttons on the machine, inserting a few coins in and watching as the bottle falls to the bottom. 

“Ura-ha..ha...Uraraka, you’re an old...ha...lady!” Mina teased the gravity-quirked girl in between breaths.

“Yo-you’re so mean, ha, Mina,” Uraraka coughed, sputtering as she practically shoved the water bottle down her throat, drinking half of the bottle in a few seconds.

“Slow down - ribbit - Ochaco-chan,” Tsu patted the said girl’s back, making sure she didn’t choke.

“Well, guys, where do you want to go first?” Momo spoke up, after you guys rested a bit on the benches in the lobby. 

“I kind of wanted to check out the accessories in that shop we passed earlier,” Jirou scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, nodding towards a shop near the entrance of the mall.

You all turned to look at the store she was talking about, not surprised to see the exterior of the shop decorated in dark, emo-style accessories - exactly Jirou’s style.

“I want to go there too - ribbit,” Tsu nodded in agreement, this time shocking the group, since Tsu had always seemed to be into more cuter accessories. 

“I was actually interested in that one over there,” Momo tapped her chin thoughtfully, gesturing towards a high-class looking store on the second floor of the mall. 

“That looks nice! I really like that white dress they have in the front,” Uraraka stared dreamily at the level above you guys, and an idea popped into your head.

“Why don’t we split into pairs? That way, we can all check out the stores we want to and meet up back here when we’re all done!” Your suggestion earned approving nods from the rest, all of you agreeing to text in the groupchat you had when you were finished in your stores.  

Tsu and Jirou, Momo and Uraraka, and you and Mina walked off into different directions of the mall, chatting excitedly.

You and Mina decided to first go into a casual-styled store filled with jeans, tops, jackets, etc. 

Walking into the store, a friendly cashier at the counter greeted you guys, who you both smiled back at.

Thankful for the cool air conditioner providing a contrast to the burning weather outside, you scanned the racks for anything that caught your eye.

“Oh! Y/N look here!” You turned to where your pink friend had ran to, spotting her a few aisles down.

Making your way towards her, she holds up a light pink, off the shoulder top decorated with small flowers and a lace ribbon in her hands eagerly.

“Do you think this would look good on me? I really like the color!” She beams at you, holding the clothing item up to herself, admiring it in a tall mirror nearby. 

You study it for a second, before smiling back at her and nodding excitedly in agreement.

“It suits your skin color so well too! You should go try it on!”

“You think so??” She grins at you happily as you chuckle back in response. 

“You should pick out some clothes first, then we can go to the changing rooms together!”

“Okay, let me look around a bit more!” You walk off to the other side of the store, studying any clothes that may peak your interest. 

A striped red, orange, and white button-up shirt catches your eye, hanging on one of the racks. You take it and hold it up to your torso, satisfied with the way it looked. 

Keeping it around your arm to try on later, you decide to pick out a few more clothes to try on to avoid making multiple trips to the changing room. Just as you were about to turn around and continue your search for more clothes, you felt a figure approach behind you. 

“Hey, uh, sorry to bother you but I thought you were really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

A voice made you turn around, and you were met by a man who looked a bit older than you. 

He was standing right in front of you now, his eyes staring at...the top of your head?

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not expecting the sudden question. 

“Oh! Thank you, but I have a boyfriend already, I’m sorry-”

The man’s eyes finally focus on your face, before laughing at you.

Wait, what?

You furrowed your eyebrows at the still laughing man, who looked down at you like you were a mere piece of dirt below him.

“I’m not talking to you, you’re not even pretty?” He scoffed when you gaped at him. 

“I’m talking to the hottie behind you,” He grinned and stared past you to whoever was standing there.

You slowly turned around, expecting to see some random stranger behind you, but you were met by a puff of familiar pink hair.

“O-oh, Mina...” You mumbled, not wanting to make eye contact with your friend, disheartened from the man’s words.

You were never one to get bothered by anyone’s words, especially not from a stranger, but this one hit you differently.

“What did you say to my friend?! You wanna repeat that, huh?!” Mina yelled at the man, steam almost emitting out of her pink ears. 

“Woah, calm down, pinkie, I just wanted to get your number - I didn’t know she was your friend.” He chuckled, and glanced at you again.

“Just saying, you could do so much better.” It was like bullets, the man’s words, aimed straight at your heart.

Storming up to the man, Mina slapped him directly on his face, leaving both of you in shock.

“Say that again, I dare you!!” You ushered Mina away from the furious man despite her protests of wanting to beat him up.

“Hmph, who does he think he is?!” You stopped walking when you guys were a good distance from the stranger.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your emotions and not make a fool of yourself in a public space.

“It’s fine, I-I don’t really care,” Sighing, you gave Mina a small unconvincing smile, which she saw right through.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Don’t listen to him! He’s just blind,” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

You chuckled softly, trying to change the subject, “I’m fine, come on, let’s go try on our clothes.” 

Mina sighed, eyeing the one top you had on your arm. “You only have one shirt? Don’t you want to try on more?” 

You scanned the racks around you guys, randomly picking a pair of black plaid pants, flashing your friend another smile. 

“It’s okay, there’s not much I like here,” You grabbed her arm and led her into the changing rooms, chuckling at her pile of clothes hanging over her arm. 

“You sure got a lot, Mina.”

“Their clothes are really nice!!” 

Mina and you went into rooms besides each other, and you could hear the girl squealing while trying on her clothing.

Instead of trying on your clothes immediately, you slumped against the white door, taking a deep breath, the man’s comments still on your mind.

You’re not even pretty.

You could do so much better.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, you looked in the mirror on the wall across you, taking in your appearance.

There were few things about you that would seem appealing to any man, and you should’ve gotten over the stares people give you wherever you go by now, but it was hard.

It really was.

Of course people would be attracted to Mina first, or anyone in your friend group, for that matter. She was outgoing, kind, bright, and feminine. 

Tears poking at the corners of your eyes, you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand before they fell. 

Why couldn’t people just accept who you were?

Why couldn’t people accept the fact that you were happy in your own body, and that you loved yourself the way you were?

The common stereotype that all females had to be feminine, had to be proper, you were tired of it.

A loud knock from the other side of the door you were leaning against sounded, and you jumped a little, before hearing your friend’s cheery voice. 

“Y/N! Are you finished? I want to show you the top!”

“Oh- One second!”

Quickly tidying up your appearance to get rid of any hints of your silent breakdown, you unlocked the door and looked over Mina.

You were right.

The light pink color of the top really did complement her skin color well, her slender shoulders were exposed, and the lacey ribbon around the collarbone area of her shirt gave it a finishing touch.

Gasping, you admired how good it looked on her, while she giggled and jumped excitedly in place.

“It looks so beautiful on you Mina!!” You gave her a small hug, giggling along. “It’s like it was made for you!”

“Thanks!! What about your clothes?” She nodded towards your top and pants still sitting in the changing room, untouched.

You coughed, “Oh- uh give me a second, I still need to try on the top,” She nodded and pushed you back into the room eagerly.

“Show me when you’re done!”

You nodded and smiled back at her before walking back into the room and locking the door behind you.

You had already lost all interest in shopping today, but reluctantly changed into the striped button-up shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

It was okay, nothing really special, and you certainly wouldn’t be spared any second glances from anyone. Not that you cared, you were already in a happy and healthy relationship with Shoto.

Shoto.

A thought suddenly popped into your mind. 

What did Shoto think about your appearance? Coming from a rich family, it was only natural that he would be into proper, feminine females. 

Why was he even dating you? Does he actually mean it every time he calls you beautiful?

Maybe you should change your hairstyle. Or the way you dressed. Maybe then, Shoto would love you.

Maybe then, he would think you’re beautiful.

Running your hand through your short strands of hair, you suddenly didn’t want to be here anymore.

You wished you were in the safety of your dorm, under the blankets where no one would have to look at you.

You were probably an eyesore, walking around everyday at school, getting judgmental looks from left to right.

Shaking your head, you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, straightening yourself back up.

Unlocking the door again, wanting to get this day over with, you were met by a excited Mina as she looked over at you. You noticed that she had changed back to her own shirt.

“You look great Y/N!!” She hopped excitedly over to you as she admired your top.

You shrugged, glancing down at your top. “I mean, it’s okay, I guess.” 

She raised her eyebrows at your response, asking worriedly, “Do you not like it?” 

“Not really, it’s kind of plain.” Sighing, you picked at the sleeves and wrinkles of the shirt. 

“Oh,” Mina pursed her lips together, cocking her head to the side. “That’s alright, then. What about the pants?”

Truth was, you had forgotten to try on the pants while you were inside, and you didn’t want to risk purchasing something you weren’t sure would look good on you.

“Oh-uh, I didn’t like that one too much either,” You glanced back at the item still hanging in the changing room.

“Oh no,” Mina pouted. “Are you going to buy anything?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “Guess not.”

It wasn’t really that you didn’t want to buy anything, you just thought that at this point, it didn’t matter what you wore.

Because, you weren’t as feminine as other girls.

"Give me a second to change back, and we can go to another store.” She looked like she was about to say something, but decided to close her mouth and nodded instead.

The remaining time you spent with Mina was just her jumping around stores excitedly and you mindlessly staring at clothes you wouldn’t ever buy.

It was about 2 in the afternoon when you all decided to meet back up, ready to head back to school.

You realized that you hadn’t bought a single item in the past 4 hours spent in wandering around the mall. 

“Y/N! Did you not buy anything?” Momo asks worriedly as you and Mina approach the other two pairs in the lobby.

You shook your head at the tall girl, sighing, “Nothing really caught my eye today.”

“Oh, we can walk around a bit more together if you’d like!” Uraraka offers, holding a large bag in her own hands.

You smiled at her words, shaking your head again. “No, it’s alright! I’m sure we’re all tired, let’s head back.” 

“Gosh, this weird man came up to us earlier and had the audacity to call our little Y/N here unattractive??! And then proceeded to ask for my number??” Mina huffed, clenching her fists dramatically at the memory.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Mina, you didn’t have to slap the poor man.”

“Poor man? By the sounds of it, he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.” Jirou speaks up, cracking her knuckles, eyes darkening. “Where is he?”

You laughed. “Jirou-”

“Oh dear, that’s terrible.” Momo patted your shoulder. “You’re very beautiful, Y/N, you know that?” 

You smiled at the kind girl, letting out a deep breath. 

“I understand where he’s coming from, though...” You mumbled quietly.

“Did you say something, Y/N?” Uraraka asks from next to you.

Shaking your head quickly, you link your arms with the brown haired girl, grinning at everyone. “Let’s head back now!”

Pushing open the large glass doors, you were met once again by the humid air, the sun’s rays burning down on your exposed skin.

The girls chattered happily about their new purchases, peeking inside the others’ bags and taking a couple out to show.

Even though you walked in the middle of Uraraka and Momo, you couldn’t help but feel left out, not having any new clothing to wear.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nudged Momo, making her turn around and look at you.

“Hey Yaomomo, what’d you get?”

She smiled and opened her bag for you to peek inside, and you almost had to close your eyes from the amount of bling inside,

Bling, meaning dresses decorated in gems, with a few jewelry pieces and other accessories. Of course, there were a couple casual wear on the bottom of the bag.

“Oh, I’m not even surprised anymore,” You pretended to huff at Momo, turning the other way.

“You’re so classy and fancy, Yaomomo, are you trying to flex your class on me?” 

She laughed, slapping your back lightly. “Oh sorry, I just can’t help that I’m so rich and proper.” 

You tensed up at her words. Of course, you knew she was being sarcastic, but her use of words hit the same spot in you again as earlier. 

“Hey guys...” Mina starts, wiggling her eyebrows.

“What?” An ominous feeling settles in all of your stomachs. 

“Last one to the dorms is an old lady!” 

All of you groan, watching as the pink alien girl takes off once again, having no choice but to follow behind.

6 girls arrived back at the dorm building, panting once again. 

“Mina- ha, I swear to - god,” You breathe out, pants coming from all six of you.

Mina just giggles at you as you all arrive back in the common room. Your classmates are sprawled out in different places throughout the room, and their heads all perk up simultaneously at the new arrivals. 

Bakugou were surrounded by Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero, as always, trying his best to swat them away. 

Tokoyami and Aoyama were chatting in the kitchen, while Iida, Midoriya and Shoto hung around the TV, watching whatever movie was put on.

Ojiro, Koda, Shoji, and Sato were nowhere to be seen, you guessed they were up in their own rooms. 

“Oh, hey guys! Welcome back!” A certain red-head’s voice chirped from the middle of the room, flashing you all his big smile.

“Hey Kirishima!” Mina smiled back at the boy before making her way up to her own room to organize her newly bought items. 

Momo, Tsu, Jirou, and Uraraka followed after her, while you made your way over to where your boyfriend was on one of the other couches. 

“Hey, love.” Shoto smiles at you softly as he opens his arms for you to give him a hug. 

“Hey Sho,” You happily accept your place in his arms, tired from the long day you had. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you as well,” He plants a small kiss on the top of your head. He was about to say something else before a realization dawns on him.

“Love, did you not buy anything?” You gulp, afraid that your boyfriend would see through your feelings and ask you what was wrong.

“Oh- uh, I just didn’t feel like anything caught my eye today!” You shrug, hoping that he would accept your answer and move on.

Of course, Shoto could be dense at times, but he is everything but stupid.

He always knew how you adored these little shopping sprees with your girls, and never once had you arrived back empty handed. On top of that, your vibe just seemed a bit...off.

“Can we go to your room and cuddle? I’m a little tired,” You look up at him, to which he responded by giving you a small kiss and chuckling.

“Of course, let’s go, love.” 

After saying goodbye to Iida and Midoriya, you both made your way to Shoto’s dorm, immediately flopping down on the bed after stepping inside.

Shoto laughed softly at your eagerness, wasting no time and following in after, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you flush against his chest.

The warmth and vanilla scent of your boyfriend was enough to calm you down and get rid of any past bad thoughts you were having earlier that day.

You felt him bury his face inside your hair, inhaling softly your shampoo from this morning. Normally, you would’ve swooned at the action, but it somehow made you feel uneasy. Insecure.

Shriveling away a little from his body, you were met by a very confused Shoto staring back at you.

“...Love?”

You bit your lip, not sure how to explain why you seemed uncomfortable.

“I-,uh, Shoto?” Your eyes made contact with his as he hummed in response. You decided it was now or never.

“Do you...think I’m pretty?” Biting your lip anxiously as you awaited his answer.

Confusion flashed through your boyfriend’s face. What kind of a question was that?

That was what he wanted to ask, until he noticed the tears forming in your eyes, and worriedly sat up, bringing you with him.

“Of course I think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful, darling.” 

Not convinced, you sniffle before asking again, “Really?”

He furrows his eyebrows together, lifting you up and onto his lap so you were straddling him now, both of you in a sitting position.

“Did something happen, love? Why are you asking me these questions?” He reaches up to wipe a stray tear that had slipped its way through your eyes with his thumb. 

“No reason-” You started, but your boyfriend’s piercing gaze told you he wouldn’t take that as an answer.

Taking a deep breath, you avoided his eyes as you began to speak.

“Today, when we were at the mall, a man came up to me, called me pretty, and asked for my number-”

Shoto raises his eyebrows, to which you wave away quickly.

“-I thought he was talking to me, but turns out he was speaking to Mina, who had been standing behind me. He then called me-” You cleared your throat, a bit anxious for your boyfriend’s reaction. 

“He said that I wasn’t pretty, and that Mina could do so much better than being friends with someone like me...” Your voice trails off as you felt Shoto’s grip on your waist tighten.

“He...what?” You could’ve sworn you saw flames flicker behind Shoto’s eyes, his left and right hands heating and cooling on your sides without thinking, to which you yelped a little, surprised by the temperature change.

His eyes softened, looking down at your waist and rubbing it softly. “Oh- I’m sorry, love, I did not mean to hurt you.”

You shake your head, smiling at him. “You didn’t hurt me at all, Shoto.”

He exhales deeply, looking into your eyes. “Baby, you’re the most beautiful, kind, amazing girl I’ve ever met in my life. Don’t ever listen to what anyone else says, you’re absolutely perfect the way you are.”

Shoto plants a deep kiss on your lips, tears threatening to spill over at his touching words.

When you pull away, there’s still a lingering thought in the back of your mind. 

“Don’t you ever wish - that you had a more...you know...” You rubbed your eyes, sniffling as the first few tears made their ways down your cheeks.

Shoto tilts his head to the side as he pulls you closer to his body, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. 

“A what, love?”

“You know, a more...feminine...girlfriend?”

You nervously glance at him, waiting for his response. 

There’s silence for a moment, and your heart drops. 

“Who ever said that girls have to be feminine?” 

You directly look into his eyes for the first time that evening, confusion plastered on your face.

Shoto has a soft and loving, but firm expression as he speaks. 

“I don’t care if you dress, or appear differently than other girls. There is no “correct” way to look if you are a certain gender. You’re absolutely beautiful no matter what you do, or wear.” He leans forward to peck your lips once again.

“But...when I look at someone like Yaomomo, she’s just - so much more attractive and proper than someone like me...”

Shoto sighs, tilting your chin down to look at him.

“Proper? What’s not proper about you, Y/N? Your hair? Your clothing choices? Baby, you could wear a trash bag, have long hair - or even shave your head bald, I’d still fall in love with you all over again.” 

You giggle a little, making him chuckle, seeing that he successfully cheered you up a bit.

“I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and I’ll continue loving you, forever. Please don’t ever feel like you have to compare yourself to other girls, because you’ll always be the prettiest girl in my heart.”

Your heart felt like it was on the verge of bursting as you leant forward, kissing your boyfriend deeply. It was like all your emotions were expressed through that kiss. It was almost as if Shoto’s loving words washed away every single insecurity that has ever passed your mind in your whole life.

“Thank you so much, Shoto. I love you, so, so much.” You both grin as you placed your foreheads together, noses brushing against each other. 

“I want you to say it, love. Tell me you love yourself, and that you’re beautiful.” 

Your face heated up from the request, placing your hands on Shoto’s shoulders and trying to push him away, only to have your wrists caught by his strong hands as he leaned closer. 

“Come on, Y/N, I’m waiting,” he smirks at your flustered expression. 

You pouted a bit, before taking a deep breath, embarrassed from Shoto’s intense stare.

“I-uh- I love myself the way I am, and...I’m beautiful.” You squealed and cover your face with your hands after finishing your sentence, not used to those words coming out of your mouth.

A laugh escapes Shoto as he pries your hands away from your face, placing a kiss on your nose. 

“That’s right, love. What do you say we go shopping tomorrow, just me and you?” 

Your eyes brightened at the idea, and Shoto could feel butterflies flooding his stomach. 

“Yes!! I’d love that, Shoto,” You threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, burying your face into his hair.

He chuckles in response, leaning back and studying your face for a moment, making you confused.

Then, he takes your arms and pushes you back until your back is pressed against the bed, pinning them above you. His body hovers over yours, as his knee sneakily moves up to place itself between your thighs.

“But right now, let me show you just how beautiful you are, darling.”

[yuusa]

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝟐𝟎

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟏𝟓𝟏

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟎:

"Did you wait long?" You quickly ran towards the bench that Machi sat on, her familiar coat wrapped around her body as she wore the same outfit from a few days ago. You waved at her as you breathed heavily, holding onto your knees as you tried to steady your breathing. 

The day had been a bit rough for you. There hadn't been a single break throughout the school day due to committee work beginning to pile up, you had to stay in the classroom for lunch to even finish the assigned work that your upperclassmen had given to you. Although you both had different schedules and plans, there was something that compelled you to constantly invite Machi out to somewhere. You learned that she was in fact, one year younger than you, and would eventually transfer to Kaibara in the next year. It was strange how fate had brought the two of you together in such a convenient way.

You wore your signature sweater and black pants, you didn't wear any sort of jackets from what Machi had noted. Your body was already warm enough to keep you shielded from the weather. She noticed that your hair was slightly disheveled and wondered how much trouble you went simply to hang out with her.

It was strange for you to do so much for her when you were only 'friends'. She didn't think that friends went this far for each other, but it might have simply been you or her lack of experience with talking to other people. However, her lack of words and silence never seemed to bother you as you still made an effort to take her out to the mall. 

She shook her head before standing up from the bench, "if you were busy, you didn't need to come out to see me." 

You awkwardly smiled before straightening your back, "it would be rude of me to invite you out and leave you alone." 

"Where would you like to go first?" You asked, the two of you walking together around the different stores.

"Anywhere is fine." She responded, her monotone voice still prevalent as ever. 

The two of you explored the shopping district together, a silent journey that you both engaged in. Machi tilted her head towards you, her mind still questioning the events of earlier.

You had every chance to push her away and lie to her, to say that something had come up and to leave her waiting at the bench for you. You never really had to befriend her at all, she wasn't worth the effort. She wasn't worth as much as someone as you and she feels as if you could do better with someone else than her. 

You were strange. 

“I can’t wait for you to transfer to Kaibara, Kuragi-san.” You said, intertwining your hands behind your back as you looked at the variety of gift shops. 

“Why do you say that?” She asked, not understanding the reasoning behind your words.

“. . . You would feel less alone right?” You smiled, causing her heart to beat slightly faster as she turned her head away from you. 

“Since when did that sort of thing matter?” She mumbled, clutching her bag tightly to her body. 

You were strangely blunt to her, something that was unexpected, even to you. You wondered if it was because you felt distant from Tohru’s friends or if it was because you weren’t close to the Sohma family, these were the only people you constantly saw and talked to in your life. Your personality was inconsistent, something that you couldn’t quite understand but was struggling to learn. However, as you held onto your phone with the dangling charm on the edge, you could feel yourself loosening up just slightly.

“It reminds me of another friend of mine.” You responded, your voice lowering as if you were recalling a painful memory, “I. . . I think he feels lonely as well.” 

Machi pressed her lips together at your reason. She had forgotten that she was merely another friend of yours that was easily forgettable and disposable, someone that you talk to when you had no one else. 

“. . . I hate it when people feel lonely,” you admitted, feeling a burst of confidence as you clenched your hand tightly into a fist, “. . . It hurts to be alone, Kuragi-san.” 

Before she could open her mouth to respond, the two of you heard a small child pointing at a merry go round at the center of the mall. He was bundled up in a jacket, his brown hair looking rough and messy while his mom stayed by his side, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail as she smiled. The wrinkles of her skin having smile lines as her son held onto her hand tightly. You felt your smile drop down to a frown as the two of them held each other close with their hands. 

“Wow! Mama can we go on that!” The young child stared at the horses in awe as he gently dragged his mother to the ride, her laughter erupting from her body as the two of them walked over to the ride. They looked so happy together, a very kind and loving family that you never had. You fiddled with the edges of your sweater as you unconsciously stared at the family without realizing it. 

Machi noticed the sadness that was forming in the pools of your eyes as you watched the mother and son duo laughed together in happiness. She wondered if being with her made you bored of her, or if they reminded you of something you didn’t want to see. She wanted to say something to make the mood better, but she didn’t know what she was supposed to do. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Machi pointed at a nearby store. 

“Let’s go in here.” She suggested, you nodded before tearing your eyes away from the family and walking with her into the store. 

You looked around at your surroundings, seeing that it was a fragrance store filled with shampoo and a variety of body products. You wondered why out of all stores Machi wanted to go into this one but decided not to question her decision as you smiled, letting her guide you around the shop. 

“Do you like these products. . . ?” You asked, holding up one of the perfume bottles that the two of you had stumbled upon. 

“U-Uhm. . . No.” She turned her head away in embarrassment. 

You looked down at the perfume bottle, noticing that it was the same scent as yours. She held up another bottle to the light, seeing the colors of the liquid shine underneath the whites of the lightbulbs. You chuckled as Machi turned her head around to face you. 

“W-What’s so funny?” 

“N-No it’s just,” you stifled a burst of laughter, “Kuragi-san likes this type of stuff right?” 

Her face began to turn a pink color, “w-what?! I-I don’t! Let's leave!” 

Before she could grab onto your wrist and drag you out of the store to avoid further embarrassment and attention on her, you stayed stationary and unexpectedly sprayed her hand with the scent. She flinched in response as her face began to turn an even brighter shade of pink. 

“W-Wha-What are you doing?” 

“You don’t have to run Kuragi-san,” you smiled, “I like these sorts of things too.” 

She didn’t understand you. 

She didn’t understand why you wanted her to stay so badly when everyone else wanted her to leave. She was an unchangeable force that only brought others misery, but the way you looked at her made her feel as if there was something that she couldn’t see in herself, something that only you saw and understood. 

“Y-You don’t have to lie.” She mumbled, pulling her hand away from you as you placed back the bottle on the shelf. 

“I’m not lying Kuragi-san,” you responded, “I really like this smell.” 

Machi looked at the bottle and examined the labels that were placed on the side, noting the fact that it mainly consisted of chemicals mixed to create the smell of lavender. They were just chemicals. Nothing more and nothing less, but you liked them nonetheless. They weren’t worth anything, you didn’t need to spend money on perfume, but you did anyway. 

She wondered if she was like a perfume bottle. Something that was a mix of everything unknown and indescribable, something that wasn’t needed yet existed on shelves. She watched as you took out some of the paper strips and sprayed other scents onto their edges, the white color becoming a slight blueish grey as you inhaled its scent. 

You never really needed perfume, it was just chemicals being poured into a bottle and packaged, it wasn’t special, but the smell of it was. It was alluring and calming as Machi held up her hand, feeling the dampness on her skin slowly fading away as she took a small whiff of the smell, her heartbeat slowing down as she remembers the lavender smell. 

She wasn’t special or bright but you treated her as if she was. 

There was a lot about you that was strange. 

You held onto her wrist gently before tugging her over to the lotion section, commenting on each of the flowers that were featured in every bottle. Your eyes brightened slightly as you pointed at one of the bottles that were a light pink and purple color, you told her that lavender was a popular scent. Machi only nodded to your words as she scanned the shelves by your side. She wants to ask if you like flowers, but couldn’t find the time or words to fully express these thoughts. 

You were very awkward when it came to talking, she thought. Sometimes you would stutter and apologize for the simplest things, occasionally you rambled and spoke thoughts out loud without realizing it. You were much friendlier than she thought, and it warmed her up on the inside just a bit. 

Machi stared at the charm that was attached to your phone, noticing the eagle figure dangling from the black strings. It matched you in a weird, awkward, yet fitting way. You looked like you wanted to be free from something when you watched the family from earlier attend the merry go round. You looked slightly envious and conflicted, but most of all, you felt alone despite being surrounded by people. 

Although you wanted to be the one for others, it never filled in the space within your heart that was beginning to grow cold. You looked lonely and sad, she didn’t know why you kept putting on this mask.

You tried to make yourself untouchable at school for several years. Staying at the top could only get you so far when you are surrounded by meaningless admirers who worship your outer appearance. You shoved away suitors and distanced yourself from many of the students at school out of fear. You felt afraid that people will learn about your family origins and give you the same sympathetic look as your teachers. 

You felt disturbed by your past and wanted nothing to do with what had happened several years ago. You knew that despite your constant restraints and boundaries you built, there would be a time where all of these emotions would burst open. You wouldn’t be able to hide the part of you that you wanted to shove down into the center of the Earth’s core. 

People say that trauma is a lasting imprint on someone. Like hot iron to the skin or a deep scar on flesh, it was something that stays and never fades. You wondered if it was possible to rid yourself of your instincts, to withdrawal the talons you were born with that you sharpened throughout your childhood. It was a hopeful yet unrealistic thought. 

Your eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds. You wished those memories could simply be erased. There was a lot that you wished in this world, some that may never even come true. You tightened your grip around the sleeves of your sweater as your smile slowly cracked, revealing a pained and forced expression. 

Machi pressed her lips together in a frown before turning her head to stare at the ground. 

She didn’t understand why you smiled when you felt so alone in this world. 

There was so much pain bottled up in the glass body you had. It was pressing up against the walls and forcing itself through the small cracks that had formed. You may have looked like a perfect doll, but you were made up of broken parts that will never be fixed. 

Machi wants to know more about you, but she fears that she would only make your misery worse.

. . . You fear that Machi and everyone else might be eaten alive by your own darkness.

[bbhyeoliskooks]

Hello!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ ¿Can you be my friend? You look so cute ❤️ and If it's not too much trouble, I can ask you for a txt reaction when you go on a date with your crush and get into a photo booth. What would you do? Would you give the reader a kiss there? I hope it is understood and thanks uwu

❁^*っ 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 ❁^*っ

➶ A cute little date in the photo booth with TXT.

Ꮚʻัヽ♡´｡っʻᏊᏊʻัヽ♡´｡っʻᏊᏊʻัヽ♡

Genre: 1111 overflowing cups of fluff !

Warnings: None except a sickly amount of fluff !! Also, these are a bit long they could be scenarios :p

Song: drop pop candy (English Cover)

(Omg, you’re so cutee ~~ Of course I can be your friend, thank you so much !! I hope you enjoy this one, I apologize that it took a while to get to. I’ve never taken pictures at a photo booth before, so I hope this is how it works ._. Also, unedited !!)

Ꮚʻัヽ♡´｡っʻᏊᏊʻัヽ♡´｡っʻᏊᏊʻัヽ♡

ʻʻ´｡ Yeonjun ｡´ʻั

When you got ready in the afternoon for your date with Yeonjun, you could already feel those obnoxious butterflies in your stomach. He was your crush, and you were startled that he asked you out the other day. That boy was like Prince Charming, Mr. Perfect, and a gentleman all in one while you were just... there, gazing at how perfect and elegant he could be. 

You tried not to arrive too late, so he wouldn’t have to wait awkwardly on the benches by himself. 

Well, you ended up coming too early- maybe fifteen minutes before the date, so you decided to take some pictures to give to Yeonjun as a memory. Hopefully he would like them, so you wanted to make them as cute as possible. It wasn’t weird to want him to look at them before he went to sleep every night... right? 

Opening the curtain without looking down at the occupied space containing two shoes, you were surprised to see that there was already a figure inside. Their tall body was extremely familiar, the spot light illuminating their highlighted blonde strands of hair. You recognized who it was immediately and exasperatedly gasped before throwing your arms around him from the excitement and butterflies that built up. 

“Hey, you-” Yeonjun couldn’t help but choke from the giggles he was letting out as he turned around to see you. He hadn’t been there for a while, probably only a few minutes so he was surprised to see that you had budged into the photo booth without any shame. 

You were a giggling mess too, he noticed as he gently ruffled the top of your head. In his head, he was thinking of how cute you were tightly hugging him by the waist, your arms squeezing around his torso.

His blinding gaze you followed and you looked away, the least you could do to calm your beating heart. “Stop, Jun! We need to take some cute pictures to remember by-” he tenderly took your cheek into his hand, interrupting you while your face burned with embarrassment. That was fast..

He pressed a short yet loving kiss against your forehead, ultimately leaving you wanting more. It was too sweet, who could blame you for wanting more of that high?! Your eyes were screwed shut, as you didn’t want him to see how red you were because of him although it was so obvious. 

You heard a few snapshots of the camera, your jaw dropping open. There’s no way that they caught that gesture, it was too swift to catch! The moment seemed to pass by too fast, but you couldn’t tell from how nervous you were. 

While you kept staring directly at the camera, Yeonjun grabbed the few photos that came out, adoring how fond you looked when he kissed you on the forehead. He reminded himself by a mental note to give you more kisses at the end of the day, perhaps on the lips next time. 

ʻʻ´｡ Soobin ｡´ʻั

(Holy mother of cheese this gif 😭)

Ah, how much were you deep in love with Soobin? It had been years since you pined for him at least every night you went to sleep, but he didn’t know and probably still doesn’t. Everyone told you that you were extremely obvious with hearts in your eyes whenever you looked at him, so you assumed that he totally knew about it. 

To be frank, you were kind of glad that he couldn’t tell and was completely oblivious whenever you made a move... Then again, everything would probably be easier if he knew. He could tell you right away that he didn’t like you in that way, and you would understand that you didn’t have any chance. 

Being sick with your unrequited love, you decided to call Soobin to hang out at the mall. His presence was enough to soothe you, despite being the one you liked. He took away the pain for a little way, but left you wanting more- wanting more than being best friends.

It was a good thing that he responded to your call, agreeing to go since he was bored too. 

You arrived at the mall, not too overdressed or too skimpy. Over the week, you had sort of felt conscious about your style since Soobin preferred something else other than what you have right now. Usually you didn’t care about what others thought of you, but every time you looked at a girl next to him, you felt ashamed that you looked like a hot mess. It just wasn’t fair. 

Looking towards the entrance, your eyes landed on the boy you were patiently waiting for. You waited long enough to see his reaction. Would he be... impressed? You hoped so. 

His innocent, doe eyes blown wide when he saw you and ironically, you felt the red embarrassment crawl up your cheeks. Maybe, you should’ve stuck to your usual outfit; he probably thinks you look stupid in this little get up.

You pretended that you didn’t see him and flung your head to look at the other side so he wouldn’t know that you saw him.

Soobin sprinted up to you, giving the accustomed embrace you always adore and crave. This time though, you didn’t hug him back as he pulled away too quickly for your liking.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice was full of worry that you wanted to choke from how happy you actually were. You responded with a plain shrug and a pout on your face to see what he would do.

He nodded his head slowly, and linked your arm with his. An idea popped into his head, leading you over to the photo booth next to your favorite clothes store. “Well, I know what will cheer you up! Let’s take a few pictures at the photo booth! You can keep them after, too.”

You both did those cute, regular poses for two of them like the peace fingers and a finger heart. Soobin could tell that you still weren’t having fun, so he swallowed his fears and leaned forward. 

The last one were the highlight of your day, ending with your crush pressing his lips against your cheeks.

ʻʻ´｡ Beomgyu ｡´ʻั

Today was supposed to be a good day, so why were you stuck on the bench next to the photo booth? You were intently watching your date hang out with one of the girls in your classes, all giddy with a big smile on his face. He promised that he was going to be with you the whole day, but here we are!

However, if you were being frank with yourself, you couldn’t care less. He wasn’t your type, so you didn’t feel any ill feelings towards him. It really was your fault that this happened, but you didn’t want to look like a loser by yourself! Turns out, it was the exact opposite because you were still alone anyway.

Groaning quietly, you shut your eyes, unfortunately missing the chance that Beomgyu had taken a seat next to you. Deep down, you knew you still had feelings for him but he rejected you right off the bat once you told him. You wanted to move on, so it seemed like having a date with that person was the best option for a rebound. Silly you didn’t think of the rumors and scandals when you accepted his pity offer.

“So how’s it like being stuck with the playboy? You must feel like a fool.”

You jumped in your spot, feeling shock that Beomgyu had sat next to you after ignoring you for a while. So he was acting all nice and friendly now, huh? You turned your head away from him, scoffing loudly.

“Trust me, I know I am, okay? Now, stop bothering me like you care.”

There was a moment of silence, his expression turning content to shock in a matter of seconds.

He didn’t say anything while you concentrated on glaring at him. He couldn’t help it, but he burst into tiny fits of laughter, mocking your “intimidating” grimace shortly after. Honestly, he found it adorable but he couldn’t say it, in fear that there was a possibility you would get sad at yourself.

“Stop bothering you? I only will once you take a few pictures with me at the photo booth.”

He connected your hand with his, his eyebrows furrowing at your suitor who had left you to wallow in annoyance by yourself. He can’t really be looking that melancholy if he was the one that lost a precious person like you.

For the first three shots, you put on a genuine smile from being this close to Beomgyu. Yes he rejected you, but this gesture was similar to a warm embrace. At least you had him by your side even if he couldn’t see you in the same way

This little activity was supposed to be quick and fun, so you were stunned when Beomgyu tilted his head to kiss you, capturing the moment where his lips pecked your cheek.

ʻʻ´｡ Taehyun ｡´ʻั

Staying at home cooped up underneath your blankets was the one thing you desired the most at the moment. Everyone was having fun with their crushes while you were sulking alone on one of the wooden benches near the entrance. 

There were so many entertaining things you could be doing in a huge amusement park, but instead you were hopelessly glancing at the cute couples twirling around. They seemed to have so much fun, feeding each other cotton candy and playing those crane games... You wanted that more than anything, you couldn’t even lie. 

It was really easy to get up and walk alone to your house, but you were waiting for a specific someone the whole time.

The reason why you were staying was that you were looking forward to see Taehyun, your crush. You hadn’t seen him in a while since he was always too busy on the projects they assign at the end of the semesters, so you hoped that the two of you would make up the time you lost at this trip. 

You guessed not, this time.

Heart clenching painfully at the realization that he broke his promise once again, you begrudgingly trudged over to the exit when someone gently tugged on your wrist. 

You caught your breath when you saw Taehyun and just like that, you could forgive him because he remembered. 

It was a bit too dramatic for anyone’s taste, but you instantly wrapped your hands around him, tightly pulling him against your frozen body. His strong and expensive cologne drifted into your nose, and you nuzzled the side of your head into his chest.

He hesitantly did the same, never getting used to the warm feeling you brought to him whenever you showed a gesture of affection. He didn’t say that he complained though! He appreciated whenever you did this, but you didn’t know that you made his heart pound. Hopefully you wouldn’t hear how alarmingly it was, or else that would give his... feelings away. 

“Taehyun... you actually came.” You pretended to wipe a tear from underneath your eyes while he softly smiled towards you. “Of course, I did. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know.”

He pensively thought for a minute, holding your hand as the pace of your breath quickened. We need to take a few pictures of my pretty face so that you won’t miss me as much anymore.”

You couldn’t say any words while he dragged you over to the booth. Luckily there was no one there, so you were able to take a few pictures with him. You could tell that he had something planned up his sleeve judging by the smirk on his face. You waited hastily for the last few pictures, your heart racing yet again at what he was going to do. 

When he gingerly kissed you as a pose for one of the pictures later that night, you knew that Taehyun shared the same feelings as you.

ʻʻ´｡ Kai ｡´ʻั

You were looking for something dumb to do after a fun day of going on all the rides at this one amusement park with Kai. The cotton candy had melted the variation hues of blue on both of your tongues, giving you time to unwind and relax from all of the scary rides. He was even sweet about it, feeding you with his hand while you happily accepted it. 

“You really like the cotton candy?” He watched you throw the stick into the recycling bin before looking at the one in his hand.

Your face lit up when you glanced back at him, making you seem even cuter hidden in his arms. “You can’t tell? The cotton candy is really good here!” 

Kai laughed his dolphin laugh and handed you his own treat, adoring the way you cooed and gently grabbed it. “Thank you so much, Hyuka! I owe you something for this.”

He shook his head, ruffling your head because boy, was he tall. “Don’t sweat it! It’s a bit too sweet for me, and you like cotton candy. It’s a win-win!”

It seemed that you stared at him for too long as he made eye contact with you, booping your nose while you mirrored his chuckle. You glanced somewhere else to find the photo booth near the exit.

You thought for a couple of seconds, pulling on his arm as a sign to stop walking. It’d be good to have some memories about what you did today! You didn’t want to rely on your memory because let’s face it, you forgot things that were extremely important.

It had been a while since you spent time with Kai due to his schedule, so you wanted this day to go perfectly. You decided to take a few good pictures with Kai as the last activity before you two would go separate ways. 

You grasped his hand to place into yours, guiding him to follow you to the nearest photo booth. The curtains were golden and inviting, and you felt compelled to bring him inside.

There were a few decorations inside like the mustache stick (throwback to that 2013 phase) and a few heart clips you could put in your hair. Kai let you put a few in his curly hair while you giggled about how precious he looked. You didn’t tell him but with the way your eyes were sparkling, he could definitely tell. 

It was an accident, but you kind of... dropped your cotton candy once the realization hit you that he had a crush on you too.

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Posted: 9/6/20- 3:02pm

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Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 20: Summer Camp

[Summary: After finals, it’s time for all of you to get ready for your summer training camp. Despite all of the excitement leading up to it, the beginning of your camp curbs your enthusiasm a little]

Masterlist

Your parents were still gone when it was time for you to get the paperwork signed to let you go to the summer training camp. But seeing as this had been a running problem for a while, you had basically perfected forging their signatures. When you turned it in, you could tell that Aizawa was starting to get a bit suspicious, though. At least he didn’t say anything about it.

Your class was actually getting pretty excited about the trip, and you were happy to get to see everyone enjoying their time for the first time in a while. You were sure it’d be a bit harder than everyone expected, but you thought that there was no harm in letting them all enjoy themselves for the time being. It wasn’t hurting anyone. And you had a feeling that they all needed a bit of relaxation.

In fact, you were having some fun, too. Mina had insisted that you all go shopping for new outfits and things for your trip. She had somehow convinced just about everyone to go. Including you and Katsuki, who she and Kaminari seemed to be keeping an extra close eye on. You were wondering if maybe the two of them had figured out your crush on him? Mina did have a knack for sniffing out new matches to set up.

You really tried to pay it no mind, though, since you really are having fun. Mina’s been dragging you along with her the whole time, and she really is fun to hang out with. And you’d be lying if you weren’t happy to get some extra time with Katsuki and his friends.

“Ooo, (Y/n), Don’t you think that dress is cute?” Mina shouted, dragging you over to the window of a store and pointing at the mannequin on display.

You had to admit the dress she pointed out was pretty. It was a light purple summer dress, with short, lace sleeves. There was a little bit of lace around the hem of the dress, too. It was cute, but it wasn’t exactly practical. You were sure you’d be doing a good amount of running, fighting, and quirk practice and dresses aren’t really the best for that.

“I guess so,” You say, “But I don’t think it’d really work for summer camp. I mean, I’m sure we’ll be working the whole time.”

“Yeah, but you can buy it for later,” Mina begs. You could see how she managed to convince everyone to come on this shopping trip, “Please just try it on.”

“Why’s it such a big deal, Raccoon-eyes?” Bakugo asks. He’s really just being dragged around by Kirishima, so you’re a little surprised that he’s paying enough attention to join the conversation. But you appreciate having a bit of his attention.

“She’d look so pretty, Bakugo,” Mina whines.

“Fine, but I’m probably not buying it, Mina. I’ll probably end up buying something a bit more practical for camp,” You say, finally giving in to Mina’s demands. She was right that it’d look good, but you were a little curious as to why she was insisting so aggressively. Maybe you’d end up buying it if it really looked that good.

Mina squealed in excitement and dragged you into the store, with Kaminari, Kirishima, and Katsuki following behind. You found your size, and before you knew it, Mina was shoving you into a changing room and telling you to hurry.

You were honestly a little nervous to walk out of the changing room. Maybe you wouldn’t be so nervous if Katsuki wasn’t there. But you really hoped he thought you looked good. Maybe this would be a good chance to see if he found you attractive at all. You did look really good in that dress, in your opinion, and you trusted Mina’s fashion sense.

“(Y/N)! Hurry up!” Mina whined impatiently.

“Alright, alright,” You stepped out of the changing room, crossing your arms in front of your chest awkwardly. 

“Woah,” Kaminari says as you stand in front of them, “Holy shit, (Y/n), you look hot!”

You could feel your face heating up at the comment, but you knew that he didn’t mean anything bad, “Thanks.”

“See, Bakugo, I told you she’d look pretty,” Mina seemed a little smug.

Katsuki hadn’t said anything, but his eyes were on you and he was definitely blushing this time. Maybe he really did find you attractive. Maybe you should’ve asked Mina for advice a little while ago.

“What do you think, Katsuki?” You ask, a little nervously. You felt like you might be pushing your luck a little, but you had to do something.

He cleared his throat and looked away, “You look fine. It’s nice, I guess.”

Ah, the token “Bakugo Compliment”. It may not sound like much, but if you know him well enough, you know what he really means. He likes it and he just refuses to say it.

“Thanks, ‘Suki,” You say, before skipping back to the changing room and leaving the boys and Mina to their own devices.

- - - - -

FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE

Fuck. He didn’t know what to say. Why was his brain shutting down like this? When did she start using a nickname for him like that? Did she have nicknames for the other guys? Of course she didn’t, she didn’t even call them by their given names. What does a nickname mean? Does it mean anything?

“Jesus Christ, dude, you’ve got it bad,” Denki commented, a smug grin on his face.

“What the hell are you talking about, Pikachu?” Bakugo snapped.

“Man, your face turned bright red the second she walked out here,” Kirishima commented. He didn’t have the same smug look that Denki and Mina did, but somehow he was still pissing Bakugo off.

“Shut up, Shitty Hair, I totally didn’t!”

“You kind of did, Bakugo,” Mina responded, “You know she totally has a crush on you, too, right?”

What? That can’t be right. There was no way she had a crush on him. He was an asshole, who was consistently mean to her friends and he really didn’t know how to stop. Besides, she’s gotta have better options, right? She grew up with a pro-hero’s kid, so she’s had to have met some other people.

“Hey, earth to Bakugo?” Mina interrupted his thoughts, “Did you really not pick up on it? Didn’t she wait like two hours for you to get out of the nurse’s office after finals?”

“So?”

“She obviously has a thing for you, man,” Denki cut in, looking the most frustrated Bakugo had ever seen him, “There’s no way she’d wait that long and tell Todoroki to leave without her unless she did. Mina totally ditched you and she’s your friend.” The last comment earned him a pink elbow to the side.

“Honestly, man,” Apparently it was Kirishima’s turn, “Pretty much all of us have figured it out by now.”

Had he really missed that many queues? Was he really that clueless? How the hell was he so oblivious? Maybe they were right. But, even if they were, he had no idea what to do next. To be honest, Bakugo hadn’t really been all that interested in relationships before. He had other things to focus on. But he’d be lying if he said she wasn’t the most distracting girl he’d ever met.

- - - - -

The mall was shut down by the police just as you bought the dress. You were sure you’d be able to find something else to wear for camp, so you were really just worried about what had happened.

Apparently, Deku had been attacked by that blue-haired man from the USJ. His name was Tomura Shigaraki, and as much as you had hoped that the League of Villains was done with you after the USJ, it seemed that they weren’t. Apparently, they were really after All Might, and you guys were mostly collateral, but that didn’t make it any better. 

The police were interviewing Deku and Uraraka for a long time after that. You had no clue what to do. You honestly didn’t realize you were shaking until Katsuki pulled you away from where the officers were questioning your friends.

“Hey, Lightshow,” He was using his soft voice again. Like the one, he did the day after the USJ attack, “Let’s go sit down.”

You nodded and let him lead you to a bench not far away. They were taking your classmates to the police station for some more questions. They were alright, and you had to keep reminding yourself of that. Deku was in much better shape than he was after the USJ. It seemed like Shigaraki hadn’t even really attacked him, so much as took him hostage and ranted about his master plan or something.

“Are you gonna be alright?” Bakugo asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s get you home.”

It was pretty dark by the time the two of you started walking, but you honestly didn’t notice. You and your classmates would be together all summer at the training camp. You were sure that your teachers are doing everything in their power to keep you all safe, but you couldn’t help but feel like this may be foreshadowing.

- - - - -

The next day you were told that your summer trip would be changing destinations. Apparently, they weren’t going to tell you where you’d be going until the day of your trip. To be honest, you didn’t mind. You were sure it had something to do with a few extra safety measures that they had put in after the attack at the mall. Maybe the USJ had something to do with it too.

The day of the trip came a lot faster than you thought it would. You were all being loaded onto your bus when you noticed class 1-B boarding a bus as well. You hadn’t really seen them since the sports festival, aside from a few short run-ins at lunch. Though, it seemed like one of the members of 1-B was still holding a little bit of a grudge for his loss.

“I hear your class had five people fail the finals,” You hear the blonde boy, Monoma, say. He was obviously pretty smug, “I guess class 1-A isn’t all the great.”

“You failed too, idiot,” The red-headed girl, Kendo, responds to his taunts, interrupting him and dragging him towards their bus. Apparently she wasn’t about to support her idiot classmate taunting other students. You had to respect her for that.

“Damn, what’s his deal?” Kaminari asks.

“No clue,” you respond, as the rest of you board the bus. Iida was getting anxious about you all standing around, and you really didn’t want to cause him any more trouble.

- - - - -

The Pussycats were an interesting group of heroes. Pixie-Bob and Mandalay were there to meet you when you stopped at your location. Or, really, as close to your location as you were going to be driven. Deku had done an introductory rant about them, showing his inner fanboy, while also unintentionally insulting Pixie-Bob. Someone really should teach that boy to be a little more careful about the topic of a lady’s age. Especially when that lady could destroy you in a fight.

They explained your challenge to you. You had arrived at the top of the mountain you were on at 9:30 AM. You had three hours to make it to the base of the mountain. If you didn’t make it to the base of the mountain by 12:30, you won’t be served lunch. Normally, a threat like that wouldn’t bother you, but you hadn’t had time to have breakfast that morning, and you really weren’t looking forward to missing two meals in one day.

Before you knew it, Pixie-Bob, who obviously has an earth-based quirk, creates a landslide, throwing all of you into the forest below. Directly into the path of a clay monster. Obviously she wanted you to get this over with as quickly as possible.

 Koda attempts to control the monster, only to fail, while the boys with the more destructive quirks focus on destroying it. While Katsuki, Iida, Deku, and Shoto all attack the monster, you come up with a different plan. You grab Hagakure, Tsu, and Jirou, and pull them to the side, still within the protection of your fighting classmates, but far enough away that you won’t be noticed.

You explain your plan to them as quickly as possible. You’d keep an illusion around all of you while you walked through the forest. If these creatures were using sight to attack, you’d be hidden from them. Jirou would use her quirk to listen for the locations of the monsters. And Tsu and Hagakure would occasionally take turns scouting ahead to make sure you have a safe path ahead of you.

- - - - -

Your plan works well to avoid the beast, though you still don’t make it to the base of the mountain until about 4:30 pm. It was a long walk and being cautious slowed you down quite a bit. So when you eventually made it, since you missed lunch and the rest of your classmates weren’t there yet, they made you wait for the rest of class 1-A to arrive.

At around 5:20 pm, they finally make it down. They look exhausted, battered, and dirty, so it really seems as though you got the best of it, though you were sore, hungry, and tired, too.

“To be honest, I expected you to take even longer,” Pixie-Bob says, as the rest of your classmates make it to the clearing you were sitting in.

Katsuki doesn’t seem to pay her much mind as he slumps down onto the ground next to you. The rest of your classmates don’t seem to have the energy to respond either. It was a pretty exhausting walk, even without the fighting.

“Good job to you four for taking down the clay monster so quickly, I can tell you have a bit of experience,” She motions to Iida, Deku, Shoto, and Katsuki, before turning to your little team, “And good job to you, girls, for using the stealth aspects of your quirks so well. It was quite the plan, though I would’ve loved to see you fight a little, and it did only save you 50 minutes.”

Mandalay introduces the young boy that they have with them, as your classmates catch their breath. His name is Kota, and he’s Mandalay’s nephew. Apparently he was living there with them. Deku went to introduce himself to the boy, only to earn himself a punch to the groin. Despite the fact that he lived with the Pussycats, it seemed as though Kota was not a fan of heroes. You were sure there was a story to it, but you were also sure it was very personal.

“Go grab your luggage from the bus,” Aizawa instructs, coming out of nowhere. It seems as though he was in a rush to get things done. Maybe he was as anxious about all of the villain activity as you were, “And then head to the dining hall for dinner.”

This was going to be an interesting summer camp.

Taglist: @ohnosiren @thatpersonwithissues

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realizing they love you. (kaminari, bakugo, todoroki, midoriya, mina, shinso, monoma, shigaraki)

here’s some shitty scenarios i wrote out of utter boredom. i need something to post while i work on other stuff that’s taking longer, so this exists. enjoy this word vomit.

requests are open!!!

Denki Kaminari

Kaminari realized he was in love with you on his bedroom floor.

You were hanging out with Kaminari in his room, listening to music and playing with your shared collections of Pokémon cards. It wasn’t anything special, but it was the first time the two of you had been alone in his room. When hanging out, you were almost always accompanied by Mina and Sero. However, everyone was busy, and Denki was kind of glad that he got the chance to be alone with you. He’d had feelings for you forever, and he didn’t think he could fall any harder. That is, until his favorite song started to play and your face lit up.

“I love this song!” You’d exclaimed, looking up at him with a huge smile on your face.

He dropped his card and returned your excitement with a wobbly smile. “Really? It’s my favorite.”

You slung an arm around his shoulder, disregarding the scattered Pokémon cards, and sang loudly, intentionally being goofy. However, Kaminari couldn’t help but watch you in a daze, so excited that the object of his affection had the same favorite song, and the sound of your voice made his heart race. He’d always liked you, but in that moment, watching you bop and sing along to the music, his heart could’ve exploded with all the love he felt for you. It was a sudden realization, the kind that you notice in a fleeting moment and can’t shake afterwards.

He was a huge flirt, and though he tried to seem like a cool and collected player, the complete adoration he felt for you in that moment made any thoughts of other girls dissipate from his mind completely.

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo realized he was in love with you in your living room.

Kirishima refused to let you go along to retrieve Bakugo despite your cries and protests, and decided the least he could do was bring him to you. The moment you walked out of your room to see the two boys standing in your den, looking worn down, but unharmed, you were hit with such an intense wave of emotion you almost collapsed. Instead of collapsing, you ran straight for Bakugo, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could, ensuring that he was really there.

“Katsuki! I’m so glad you’re safe. I was so scared, and Kirishima wouldn’t let me come, or let me know anything until right before you guys got here. I’m sorry I didn’t help!”

Bakugo was taken aback by the sudden intense emotions coming from you. Though he felt an unspoken something between the two of you, he’d never experienced genuine affection from you before now. It was always teasing flirting, and more shocking than that... you hadn’t ever seemed worried or afraid of anything.

When the wetness of your tears soaked through Bakugo’s shirt to his skin, he realized that the slight shaking of your body was you crying. He gently lifted your face up so your eyes met, and the sight of you crying felt like a stab in the heart.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. Everything’s okay,” he assured you, his voice calm and level, “And stop crying. I don’t like seeing you like that. You look weird.”

You furrowed your brows and stuck out your lip. “You’re so mean! I was scared I’d never see you again, of course I’m gonna cry.”

He laughed. “You know no measly villains are gonna keep me from you, idiot. And I’m here now anyways, there’s no reason to cry.”

Looking down, you entwined your fingers with his and squeezed, once more making sure he was really there. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

With a content sigh, Bakugo leaned down, placing his face in your hair and kissing your head. “I won’t.”

In that moment, he could feel the connection between the two of you was more than it originally seemed, and he was consumed with what he could only describe as an undeniable love.

Shoto Todoroki

Todoroki realized he was in love with you in the school hallway.

You weren’t expecting to see Todoroki at the pool, but he surprisingly showed up with the rest of the Class 1-A boys. It took a lot of willpower for you to avoid gawking at the sight of him in his swimming trunks, and the other girls laughed at your obvious staring. You and Todoroki had a “thing”, according to everyone, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same given his odd behavior and mannerisms. You’d watched the races in giddy excitement, cheering him on the whole time. He noticed, though you didn’t realize.

When 5pm rolled around and everyone left the pool, he asked you to meet with him and walk home with him. Of course, you agreed. He waited in the hallway for you to get changed, engaging in an awkward conversation with Midoriya about his feelings for you. Ever since you befriended him at the beginning of the semester he’d been struggling with his feelings towards you, unsure of what to do.

Midoriya told him that he felt love for you, and he was unsure at first. Love was a foreign concept to him, but when you appeared in the hall, your wet hair framing the big smile on your face as you walked up to him and greeted him, the fluttering in his heart confirmed it.

“You were totally gonna win that race! I was cheering you on,” you said, pumping a fist in the air.

“Thank you,” he replied with a curt nod and shy smile, hoping that the heat could be a cover for the blush dusting his face.

Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya realized he was in love with you from the stands at the Sports Festival.

After your devastating loss in the Sports Festival, you’d wandered around the halls trying to regain your composure before returning to watch the rest of the events with your classmates. You’d had high hopes for yourself, but ended up overestimating yourself and making a small mistake that cost you the match. You were upset, but it was a loss you were determined to learn and bounce back from.

Midoriya called out to you, causing you to spin around and wave to him. “Hey, what’s up?”

He ran to you, catching his breath. His face was pink, from running you assumed. “You did amazing, Y/N.”

You laughed and scratched the back of your head awkwardly. Midoriya was doing his best to keep his cool and not completely embarrass himself in front of you, or say anything to upset you. Thankfully, you didn’t seem visibly upset about losing, and he wad glad— you put up an awesome fight. It took his breath away, and his admiration for you grew more with each second of the match.

“I mean it! You might’ve lost, but it was a close one. I took a lot of notes about your fighting techniques, too!”

The way your eyes sparkled with excitement at his words caused Midoriya’s heart to nearly thud out of his chest. “Really? Izuku, no way! I feel so special!”

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he replied, a dizzy smile painted on his reddening face. His heart was beating out of control, and seeing the way you could smile despite taking a loss made him fall even harder for you. Seeing your determination in battle made him realize that his little crush was actually much more, and you were only increasing the butterflies in his stomach and heart with that smile.

Mina Ashido

Mina realized she was in love with you in a dressing room.

Almost immediately, you and Mina had become best friends. There was an instant connection between the two of you, and as time passed, Kaminari and Mineta began to prod at the idea of the two of you dating. You both humored them, casually flirting with one another and pretending to date. It was all in good fun, until Mina started to realize she actually had feelings for you. She kept it quiet, not wanting to make the friendship awkward, but it was gradually becoming hard to ignore.

One day after school, you, Mina, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugo went to the mall to hang out and window shop. Nothing was unusual, until a clothing store caught your attention.

“Mina! Will you come with me to try on some of these clothes? They’re so cute!”

Thankful for her pink skin hiding the blush that coated her cheeks when you grabbed her hand and stared at her with your big, sparkling eyes, she agreed and followed you into the store, keeping your hands locked together. You suggested matching outfits, and Mina didn’t object. The two of you went to the fitting room together and changed into the outfits, while Mina did her best not to be awkward or embarrassing. Once you were both changed, you observed yourself and Mina in the mirror, grinning.

“This is so cute! Now we’re a real couple, huh?”

For a moment, Mina thought she misheard you, but upon realizing what you said, and taking in the look on your face, she almost fainted. You were so cute, and she was so incredibly in love, it was unfair.

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso realized he was in love with you in an alleyway.

The two of you were walking around a shopping district, looking at different things and debating on which street cart to get food from. You were a picky eater, which he usually would have found annoying, but since it was you, he tolerated it. The two of you decided on yakitori, and continued walking around with your pinkies locked so you didnt get separated in the crowd.

When you suddenly stopped walking, Shinso was about to snap at you for stopping in the middle of a busy sidewalk, but by the time he turned around you’d disappeared down the alley beside where you’d been walking. He rolled his eyes and squeezed through the passerby into the empty alley, where he found you crouching, your hand extended.

“What are you doing?”

“Hitoshi! Hush! There’s a kitten!”

His eyes widened and he slowly walked over to you and peered over your shoulder, where a small, dirty, white kitten was sitting, rubbing against your hand. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, taking it in and forgetting about everything else for a moment.

“I’m gonna keep it,” you stated, “It’ll be our kid, okay?”

“Our... kid?” Shinso raised his brow at your wording. He wasn’t opposed to it, of course, but didn’t expect it.

“Well, I know how much you love cats. It would be rude to keep it to myself,” you teased, slowly picking up the kitten. “Look, Hito! It likes you already!”

The kitten was pawing at his coat, it’s big eyes focused on Shinso’s face. He looked from the kitten, to your beaming face, and felt a warmth wash over his body. He loved the kitten instantly, but as he watched how carefully and lovingly you petted it and held it, he came to realize he loved you too.

Neito Monoma

Monoma realized he loved you in the middle of chaos.

Despite his obsessive hatred for Class 1-A, Monoma had grown quite fond of you for some reason that he couldn’t explain. The training camp gave him the opportunity to spend more time with you, when he wasn’t taking his extra lessons. The two of you trained together and worked together to make your food, and despite your classmates’ strange looks and confused comments, you continued to spend time with Monoma as much as you could. He was more than annoyed on the night that the classes went through the forest path. The

chance to scare you was one he didn’t wanna miss, but unfortunately, Vlad and Aizawa dragged him and the Class A students off to study.

When Mandalay’s message came through, everything seemed like a joke. But Aizawa’s reaction caused a bit of fear to build up in everyone’s chest as they sat and waited to hear from their classmates. Being in Class A, you’d dealt with villains before, but given the terrain and the fact that the pro-heroes seemed to be struggling, Monoma couldn’t help but be overcome with worry. He remained in his seat, silently picking his nails and squirming around in failed attempts to ease his mind. The other students talked quietly amongst themselves, and the inaudible whispers only made him more on edge. If something happened to you out their, Monoma would have become a complete, inconsolable wreck. He was close with his classmates, and of course he worried for their safety as well, but his mind always went back to you.

Eventually, everything was brought under control and you returned to the building with a few others, terrified and sporting minor injuries from fights. Medical teams arrived to help everyone, and Monoma was glued to your side the entire time, scared that your injuries were worse than they seemed. You assured him that you were fine, and squeezed his hand.

“Why are you so worried about someone from Class 1-A, anyway?” You joked. Monoma didn’t laugh.

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N,” he responded coldly, staring down at you with an indiscernible expression on his face.

He wouldn’t let himself say it, but while sitting in that classroom oblivious to the chaos outside, he came to realize he loved you, and was terrified of something happening to you without him there to help you.

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki realized he loved you while sulking in his room.

All too often, Shigaraki would get worked up over something not going as planned, and shut himself away in his room to brood and play video games. Usually, you’d leave him be and stay in the bar with Kurogiri, but something lead you to decide to follow after him. You half-expected him to yell at you to leave, but when you knocked on his door, he told you to come in.

He was sitting on his bed, viciously picking at his scarred neck, muttering to himself. His eyes were focused on you, not once looking away as you stood at the door, debating on whether to stay or head back. “What are you doing? Don’t just stand there.”

His irritation was evident, and you quickly moved away from where you’d been standing, awkwardly searching for another place to stand. You were usually casual with Shigaraki, but when he was in a bad mood, you could never be too careful. The more you looked around, the more you started to worry that you were annoying him more, so you settled for sitting beside him on the bed. He seemed surprised, but didn’t tell you to get up, so you stayed.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Shigaraki. Things won’t always be successful, you’ve gotta keep trying and eventually you’ll get to your— our goal,” you told him, pulling his hand away from his neck, “You can’t predict everything that will happen. You’ve just gotta see how things play out and develop new strategies.”

He was silent as he looked at your hand wrapped around his wrist. You were preparing to be snapped at, but it didn’t come.

“And, no matter how many times things go wrong, I’ll keep helping as much as I can. This isn’t something you’ve gotta do on your own. We’re a team, all of us,” you continued, your voice soft and calming.

“You’re the only one in this damn League with any sense, besides Kurogiri,” he muttered, lowering his hand to his lap. “What are you even doing here?”

“I know how much you blame the other members’ failures on yourself, and I thought I’d try to talk to you. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I like your company, you’re not annoying like everyone else.”

It was a strange compliment, but coming from Shigaraki, it meant a lot to not be considered annoying, so you accepted it happily. “Yeah, I’m glad. I’m pretty fond of you, Shigaraki.”

With that, you got up and headed back to the bar, leaving Shigaraki in the silence of his room.

“Fond of me, huh?” He whispered to himself, looking at the door you exited from. Shigaraki had no idea what love was, but he enjoyed your presence, and your words made his face hot. It may have been nothing special to you, but from that moment on, Shigaraki was wrapped around your finger.

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Starcrossed Losers II (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: Loving this thing already, seriously hoping to keep the constant of posting two chapters every week lmao

Words: 2,766

Warnings: Swearing ig

Previous Chapter // Next chapter

Of course. Of course, it was this guy.

Eli fucking Cardashyan, or as I liked to call him, the goblin under the bridge that always copied my answers on every test since we were thirteen. Just like Josh, Angelica and Wesley, I knew Eli from a while back. He wasn’t exactly popular but everyone knew him as the school’s “wanna-be”, I thought he would be dead by now, I’m glad to see I was wrong.

But I can’t believe he’s got the mall for himself. Even worse, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. The mall was neutral territory, everyone could go and hang out with their friends, so the most logical thing is to say everyone had the same right over it. And is Eli Cardashyan the one who gets to have it all for himself? I call bullshit. This kind of situation is what leads me to believe that there is really no god.

“This is who we’ve been scared of?” Angelica complains, “A light breeze could kick his ass!”

“I thought it was gonna be Hoyles,” Wesley adds in a mix of disbelief and disappointment, “this is... Who is this again?”

“It’s Eli,” sighs Josh, he walks towards the bike and examines it, then lets out a childish laugh, “it’s fine, He’s a knock-off Baron Triumph”

And yes, obviously he was. Eli could be an idiot sometimes but he wasn’t a murderer. He went off on his (honestly weird as hell) speech until Josh cut him off.

“Who else is with you? Where is Sam Dean?” Eli scoffs.

“Do I look like her publicist?”

“Sam’s not here?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just me and my girlf, Mavis” He answers with a smirk.

Josh and I share a look, I shrug and mouth a ‘sorry’, Josh shakes his head, telling me not to worry about it.

“You have the entire mall? You?” asks Angelica.

“Right?! How did that even happen?” I ask in frustration. Wesley mumbles a ‘chill, girl’ that I decide to ignore.

Eli went on and on, and to be honest I think I only understood like fifty percent of what he was saying, part because I wasn’t listening, and part ‘cause the boy has a wild vocabulary. Josh and I looked at each other in annoyance and I knew he was feeling as done as me with the conversation. When I was starting to think this day couldn’t get any crazier, the real Baron Triumph made his entrance.

We all hurl up at the doors and Eli pulls out a set of keys from his pocket, desperately trying to open them.

“Faster, he’s almost here!” says Josh.

“Get your own mall, this one’s mine” Eli grumbles.

“Are you twelve?” I reply, “We’re on the same side here!”

“We’re finna get eaten out here...”

“Not helping, Wesley.” 

“Got it!” Says Eli. The other boys pull him aside and practically rip the chains from the handles, “Hey!”

Josh pushes me inside hurriedly before entering himself. The others soon following after. I hear the door slamming shut and I look over my shoulder to see Eli running behind us; we’re all safe.

We reach one of the halls and Josh stops in awe, it takes me an extra second to stop completely cause I’m still wearing my skates, but when I do I’m just as amazed as him. Behind me, I hear Angelica talk.

“There’s power and air conditioning...”

“Everything is so... clean”

“Still smells like cinnabon”

“Am I still alive?” I look over at Josh, “You sure I didn’t die when you hit me this afternoon?”

“I didn’t hit you that hard,” He replies, still looking around like it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“Solar panels on the roof!” Eli sings, “This is an island of paradise in an ocean of poop.”

“What a fancy allegory,” I snicker.

I’ll allow myself to remember, I don’t do it as often as I’d like...

-Flashback time-

What? You thought I wasn’t going to do this? C’mon, I’m a lonely child. All I have are my memories of the good ol’ times, so you’ll be forced to relive them with me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. (I do, but I don’t wanna brag about it).

“We should go to my place, there’s nothing to do here...”

“Maya, for the last time,” I look at the girl standing next to me, “we told Alex we would meet here.”

“I know,” She whines, “but Hoyles is here and that guy gives me the creeps. I heard he tried to have sex with Ashley Miller while she was completely wasted”

“Sounds like Hoyles,” I nod in agreement, “but we can’t scatter everytime we run into them. We’re not little kids anymore, he can’t hurt us”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” She points to the opposite corner, Hoyles and his gang are terrorizing a freshman and the people around does nothing but move away.

“Can you belive that?” I start to walk towards them but Maya grabs my arm tightly, “What?”

“Don’t be stupid,” She rolls her eyes, “don’t even try to stop them, seriously, they won’t stop and you’ll get harassed.”

“It’s a freshman!” I insist, “Hoyles is like three times his size! You can’t expect me to do nothing”

“Listen,” my friend raises an eyebrow, “Y/N, those guys are crazy, please...”

I look back at the boys and realize they’re no longer there, I turn to her in defeat.

“I just really hate bullies, okay?”

“Let’s face it, we don’t have the ability to stop them all.”

“To stop what?” 

I quickly turn around and see the person I’ve been waiting for: Alex, my best friend since childhood. My mood switches instantly and I shrugg it off, already starting to forget.

“Just the usual dumbassery,” I reply with a chuckle.

“Hey loser,” Maya adds, “you’re late.”

“Yeah, I know” Alex nods awkwardly, “lost track of time again, sorry.”

“What was it this time?” I ask, “youtube or the comic?”

“Youtube,” He smirks, “vine is honestly a national treasure.”

“Sure,” I snort, “too bad is dead now.”

“Those who are great live the shortest lives,” He replies with his ‘wise old man’ voice.

“So,” Maya hops between us and puts her arms around our shoulders, “you want to look around?”

“I wanna go see the skates,” Alex adds, basically vibrating, “they have a new model and I wanna try them on.”

“The skates place, then,” My friend nods and pulls us with her.

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A loud bang brings me back to the present and I remember why were we hiding here in the first place.

“This way, quick!” Eli tells us before he starts running. I move fast since I’m the only one with wheels on her feet. And soon most of them are behind me. Eli presses a button on the keychain he has, and the metal curtain lifts up enough for us to get in. “Go under, we’ll be safe in here...”

As soon as Josh, Angelica and I get in, the curtain comes back down.

“What the hell?” asks Josh.

“I’m not sharing my kingdom with you, sheep. No one busts into Eli’s mall. And don’t even try to escape.”

“We weren’t trying to escape, you brainless leprechaun!” This is unbelievable, I swear, I just want out of this day, “We’re running away from the monster that's on your side! You won’t make it on your own against Triumph, he’ll find a way to get in and eat you”

“Every door is locked or booby-trapped.” A laugh distracts us from the discussion and I see Wesley next to Eli... on the other side.

“Booby,” He chuckles. He’s been smoking, so you can’t expect him to behave.

Eli groans. Josh steps closer and smirks.

“Wesley Fists lead the state in sacks last season. Take him out, Samurai.”

“To fight someone so obviously inferior would be dishonorable.” He raises a brow. Eli shows us both of his middle fingers.

“Great,” I throw my backpack on the floor and walk away from the curtain, “this is only getting better and better...” 

“One punch, Wesley, come on,” Josh insists, “one punch.”

I let out a sharp breath and sit on the bench a few feet away from them to take off my skates. As useful as they are, I’m starting to feel sore and they’re not the most comfortable thing to wear after a few hours of running. While I’m doing so, another memory comes to mind and I’m unable to stop it.

Where was I? Oh, right...

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“I think these are more you’re style,” I grab the bright, lime-green pair from the right shelf and hand them to Alex, he laughs and examines them for a moment like he’s actually considering the idea.

“I mean, they wouldn’t match any of my outfits but they’d totally be catching everyone’s eye.”

“Isn’t that the point, though?”

“Obviously,” He shakes his head pretending to be offended by the question, “though I think I’ll have to pass this time. I already made my choice.”

He shows me a pair of white-colored ones.

“Dude, are you serious?” I grab the skates and raise them to his eye level, “These are the most boring pair of skates ever”

“Now they are,” Alex moves my hand slightly so he can see my face, “but I bet that you can turn them into a masterpiece”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Please, Y/N don’t play dumb, you know I love your drawings”

I blush at his reply. Sure, I like drawing but I’m no Van Gogh at it. The best thing I ever drew was probably a worm.

“You’re telling me you’d spend your money on the newest model of skates just to ruin them with your best friend’s nonexistent skills?”

“To me, their value would go up by a thousand if they had your drawings in them.”

“Jesus, get a room!” Maya exclaims beside us, she’s sitting on a small chair, trying random pairs of skates out of pure boredom.

“Shut up!” We both respond quickly. 

He looks at me and I’m pretty sure he’s blushin but I can’t really look at his face cause I’m too embarrassed to do so.

Oh, right. I forgot to mention that I had a crush on my best friend, didn’t I? No, I wasn’t avoiding this topic. I thought it wasn’t important anymore. And it isn’t! I promise it isn’t. Alex is gone, and with him so are my feelings.

Yes, you can laugh all you want cause I was one of those basic idiots who fell in love with their best friend just cause he treats me like any decent human being should. Can you blame me, though? Compared to Hoyles and his team of dickheads, Alex was a fucking teddy bear. 

And the worst part? I’m pretty sure he liked me back. 

We never made a move.

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A loud scream makes me drop my broken skates and I run back to were Angelica and Josh are.

“What the fuck...” I whisper, clinging to the curtain.

“What the fuck is here with us?” Angelica is the first to ask what Josh and I were wondering as well.

“Ooh, a ghoulie witch,” Eli steps closer, lowering his voice, “once upon a time, she was a normal girl who liked hanging out at the mall. But now she’s got mad powers, and she will fuck your shit up. She is unkillable and she is hangry.”

“There is no such thing as witches.”

“Well, a few months ago there weren’t mutant squirrels or ghoulies either.” Adds Angelica.

“That’s right. And when the witch eats your intestines like spaghetti, you’ll think: I never should’ve dissed king Eli...” He walks backwards and leaves us here with fuck knows what.

“I swear every time he opens his mouth I feel like I’m having a stroke,” Now that I don’t have my skates on, I realize Josh’s taller than me. I barely reach the tip of his nose.

“Don’t worry, I’ll convince him to let you out.” Wesley says, “I’mma go full Gandhi on his ass. Hunger strike.”

“Easy there, we don’t want to traumatize him for life” I reply dryly.

Angelica and Josh step back from the curtain and I follow them. We sit on the bench and I look at my skates, cursing under my breath. Josh notices and gently nudges my side with his arm.

“Sorry about that. We can find a new pair somewhere around here if you want.”

“I hope so,” I kick them and they slide miserably on the floor, the wheels almost fully worn out, “I really liked them.”

“You used to skate a lot? Before the nuke,” He asks in curiosity.

“Not at all. I didn’t even know how to use them,” I laugh lightly, “my best friend used to, though. He promised he would teach me one day but... things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is he..?” He leaves the question open but I understand perfectly what he’s trying to say.

“Fuck, no,” I feel a shiver going down my spine just by thinking about it, “we wanted different things, that’s all. He had a plan and I had another. Alex wanted to leave town and travel around the country now that we’re free to do whatever we please. I just wanted to find my sister.”

“And where is she?”

“She turned into a ghoulie, so I... I took care of it.”

“Shit,” He whispers, passing a hand through his hair and looking a little pale, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Again, I’m not gonna talk about this stuff with someone I just met.

“Did I ever meet your friend?” Maybe Josh can tell I don’t want to keep going with the hard topics, and I appreciate his effort to respect that.

“Dunno,” I shrug, softly massaging my feet, “He’s Alex Murphy. Bit taller than me, cool guy...”

“Oh, him,” He nods, then adds, “I have no clue of who that is.”

I laugh louder this time, giving him a gentle push.

“Dumbass,” I shake my head, “anyway, after Alex and I went our separate ways I decided to learn on my own and I think I did pretty well, they’re quieter than cars and definitely easier to control than skateboards.”

“Oh, so you’re still not over that?” He raises a brow, a smirk growing on his face.

“Well, I’m not the one running over innocent people on the street.”

“It was an accident! I wasn’t watching where I was going. I was too busy trying not to get killed by the jocks”

“You sure? Cause so far all I’ve seen you do is nothing but the opposite. If I may give my humble opinion, it's not something very smart considering you’re alone.”

“I was doing well until today,” He sighs.

“I believe you, Wheeler,” I eye him up, “you're not like I'd pictured.”

“Really?” He smiles, “What did you imagine?”

“Kinda like those boys who pretend to be all grown up,” I reply, scrunching up my nose, “the ones that can’t be caught having fun or they’d lose their cool, like some sort of bitter old man in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy...”

“Okay, okay! I get it,” Josh laughs, raising his hands in defeat, “jeez, thanks for the compliments”

“I am complimenting you!” I exclaim, “I’m saying I was wrong and you’re not what I thought you were”

“You did think I was, though”

“Well, at least I had an opinion on you,” I scoff, “I’m sure you didn’t even think of that after we did our school project, I probably just stopped existing in your world or something...”

“Of course not,” It was his time to act offended, “every time I saw you on the hall after our project I made sure to wave at you, remember?”

“How kind of you”

“What can I say? I’m a real-life gentleman.”

I laugh again and pull my shoes out of my bag to put them on.

“Is that the reason why Sam Dean fell head over heels for you?”

The effect was immediate. Josh’s shoulders tense and his smile disappears, he clears his throat and looks anywhere but me.

“Uhm, I don’t really know if she...”

“It’s alright,” I add promptly, “sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad”

“I’m not sad,” He shakes his head, “it’s just that I keep thinking... maybe things could’ve been different if I had said something sooner, you know?”

Trust me, Josh. I know.

Taglist.

@letsbloodmagic 

[john-cardoza]

Awkward Lesbians

Enjoy my first prom one shot. I’m positing it like this because I’m pretty sure there’s something weird going on with links. (Ao3 link is on my blog)

“Emma Nolan and Alyssa Greene”

Alyssa looked up from where she had been doodling in her notebook for the past hour. “What?”

Mrs. Brooks sighed “I’m assigning partners for the upcoming project” She looked Alyssa up and down, taking note of the fact that she had not been paying attention “Hopefully your partner will be willing to fill you in”

A couple of students giggled causing Alyssa to look down at her notebook. She wasn’t sure why Mrs. Brooks seemed to hate her so much, sometimes she zoned out, but overall she was a good student. “Sorry” Alyssa gathered her stuff to go sit by her partner when Mrs. Brooks’ words from earlier finally registered in her mind.Emma Nolan .

Shelby pushed Alyssa’s shoulder a little bit when she passed “Have fun with the freak”

Alyssa met Emma’s eyes with a tentative smile. Emma had clearly heard Shelby, judging by how forced her smile was. Why did Alyssa have to be with Emma? The one person in the school that always made her nervous and fidgety. She would almost say she had a crush on Emma, if that didn't go against everything in her life. “Hi”

“Hey” Emma ducked her head and let her blonde curls fall in front of her face. “I would understand if you didn’t want to be my partner, I’m sure Mrs. Brooks would let me work alone”

“No!” Alyssa jumped a little and Mrs. Brooks glared at her from across the room.

“Ms. Greene, if you can’t handle being in my classroom the door is that way”

“Sorry Mrs. Brooks I stepped on her foot” Emma apologized, covering for Alyssa's disruption.

Mrs. Brooks’ expression softened “Don’t let it happen again”

“Thank you” Alyssa smiled “I would love to work with you”

“Oh” A small blush crept across Emma’s face and Alyssa couldn’t help the part of her that thought it was adorable “Well then when do you want to meet? And where?”

“How about Friday?” Alyssa asked. Cheerleading would go late every other day of the week and it would be easy to sneak out considering her mom was never home on Friday nights ( It’s PTA night Alyssa. You really should come with me next week. Right now we're trying to pass some terrible rule that will make your life miserable. It will be fun! Maybe that isn't exactly what she said, but that's what Alyssa always heard ) “And is there any chance we could meet at your house?”

“Sure” Emma smiled “I’ll see you at five?”

“Sounds perfect”

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“You’re going to her house?” Kaylee asked the question while they were putting their stuff away “Alone?”

“Yes?” Alyssa wasn’t sure exactly why her friends seemed so shocked. It was for a school project.

Kaylee's eyes widened in a way that would've been funny, if it hadn't been for what she said next “What if she kills you?”

“I’m not too worried about that” Alyssa fidgeted with her too short skirt. She hated cheerleading. "It's a school project"

“I heard she’s gay” Shelby interrupted “What if she tries to kiss you or something?”

Alyssa's stomach did flips, but not for the reason Shelby would've wanted. “Why would she do that?”

“Homosexuals have no moral code” Kaylee stated "Didn't you go to church last week?"

The words felt like they were directed at Alyssa. And even though they weren't she couldn't help the way her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. “I’ll be fine guys, really” Alyssa shouldered her backpack “I should be heading home”

“Can you still come to the mall on Saturday?” Shelby asked. She tossed her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “I want to look at prom dresses”

“The prom is like three months away” Alyssa pointed out. She didn’t want to go, but Shelby and Kaylee would probably drag her along anyway.

“Whatever, are you coming?” Shelby asked

“I don’t think I can, it’s mother-daughter day whatever that means” Knowing her mother it was probably something church related that Alyssa would hate.

��That’s too bad” Kaylee frowned “We could talk to her”

“No it’s fine. I’ll see you on Monday” Alyssa practically ran out the door. She had been hoping to change before going to Emma’s, but it seemed like the blouse and jeans in her backpack would have to do. Why did it matter what Alyssa wore anyway? They were working on a school project.

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Emma needed to calm down. She had been pacing back and forth for the past fifteen minutes and even she could admit, it was weird. What did it matter if Alyssa was pretty and nice and smart. It was Indiana for god's sake. Emma was just setting herself up for heartbreak by having a crush on a girl who would probably look at her with disgust if she knew. The doorbell rang and Emma almost tripped in her haste to get to the door.

“Hello” Alyssa was standing awkwardly on the porch and Emma’s words caught in her throat. Alyssa was wearing her cheerleading outfit and appeared to have come straight from practice. Her hair was tied out of her face with a ribbon and a couple strands were hanging in front of her eyes. “It there any chance I can use your bathroom to change?”

Emma shook off the cloud surrounding her head and cleared her throat “Of course. It’s right down the hallway” Emma moved off to the side to let Alyssa through.

“Thanks” Alyssa dropped her backpack by the door and carried her cheer bag with her. Emma focused on closing and locking the door in order to avoid staring at Alyssa as she walked down the hall.

Not even five minutes later Alyssa was back wearing a simple purple blouse and some jeans. “Where do you want to work?”

“I was thinking the kitchen table” Emma offered. She had cleared the table earlier that morning in order to make the house a little more presentable.

“Lead the way” Alyssa traded her cheer bag for her backpack and followed Emma through the living room. “Did you finish the book?”

“Yeah,” Emma sat down next to Alyssa and pulled her stuff over from where she had set it in the middle of the table.

Alyssa leaned off her chair to dig through her backpack. One by one she pulled out a pencil, a notebook, and her copy of Romeo and Juliet. “I think I have a couple ideas, do you want to compare?"

“Sure” Emma flipped through her note book until she came to the page she had filled with ideas. All her notes were neat and a couple were even color coded. On the other hand, Alyssa’s were all written in pencil, hastily scribbled down as though her brain worked faster than her pencil, and surrounded by doodles of various things.

“We need to pick three themes in the book right?” Alyssa asked. She had a basic understanding of the project, but she wanted to make sure it was right.

“And draw pictures of moments in the text that show those themes” Emma was a little worried about that part, but judging by the drawings that filled Alyssa’s notebook, she would be good at the art side of things. Emma had always been better at words than drawings, hopefully their different skill sets would prove compatible and effective.

They worked for two hours straight before the conversation was derailed.

“I always wanted to do gymnastics, but my mom thought that cheerleading would be a “better fit”” Alyssa wasn't sure why she was dumping her life story on Emma, but Emma didn’t seem to mind.

“Why?” Emma had stopped writing and instead was twirling her pencil around her fingers

“I’m pretty sure it’s because she used to be a cheerleader” Alyssa guessed. It always felt like her mom was just trying to turn Alyssa into her. “She’s always trying to change me”

“I think you’re perfect how you are” The words had slipped out and Emma froze waiting to see how they would be received. To her relief Alyssa smiled.

“Thanks Emma” Alyssa couldn’t help herself from pulling Emma into a hug. She wasn’t sure why she already felt closer to Emma than any of her other friends, but she didn’t mind.

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They met up twice a week to work on the project for three weeks on top of the class time they were given. By the end of every session they ended up talking about anything from movies they saw, to the other classes they were taking. Alyssa’s crush that she had tried to ignore had developed into something more, and as scary as it was she was also happier than she had ever been. It was the day before the project was due and they were meeting up to add the finishing touches when it happened.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Emma wasn’t sure what came over her. Alyssa was laughing at something Emma had just said and Emma was thinking about how beautiful Alyssa looked and the fact that after this they would probably never see each other as friends again, and the words slipped out.

Alyssa was in the middle of pushing her hair out of her face and her hand froze on top of her head. Every single thought fled from her brain and she couldn’t do anything other than stare at Emma in shock. A date. With a girl. With Emma. A date. With a girl. Wi–

After a second Emma seemed to realize that she was about to be rejected and it would probably be worse than that. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked. You can just leave and I’ll never talk to you again and–”

“Wait Emma” Alyssa’s brain finally caught up to what was going on and she placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “Yes”

“What?” Emma must be dreaming. There was absolutely no way Alyssa Greene liked girls, and wanted to date her. Right?

“I would love to go on a date with you” Alyssa smiled and Emma barely had time to react before they were kissing, and everything suddenly was making sense. Emma pulled Alyssa closer and smiled against her mouth. Their noses bumped together and Alyssa giggled a little bit.

Alyssa could’ve stayed there kissing Emma until the world ended. She would’ve stayed forever. The only thing that possibly could’ve interrupted them was when the front door opened. Alyssa jumped away and Emma picked up the pencil that had fallen to the floor right on time for Emma’s mom to walk in. "It's dinner time, Alyssa should probably be heading home"

“I’m leaving now” Alyssa said awkwardly. She smiled at Emma “Bye Mrs. Nolan”

She ran out the door as fast as she could, only stopping when her phone buzzed.

Emma: Date tomorrow?

Alyssa: Yes!

Alyssa smiled down at her phone. Maybe things weren't all bad.

[the-goddess-of-change]

Claire looked around the lingerie store looking for something ''special'' but despite looking for a long time no one catches her eye ''Aww...this sucks and the cute ones are just to expensive...and i dont wanna order online because they always mess up...'' Claire sighs and picks out a pair of panties and head to the cashier and pays for the items as she heads over to the food court and gets herself something to drink and sits down by the mall fountain and looks around and at the people walking around ''And i need to deal with Evgeni as well...i like him but...i just dont think i need a boyfriend right now'' Claire sighs as she notices a young child walking up to the fountain and throws some money in it ''Aww...i remember i used to do that as a kid...'' Claire smiles to herself and opens her purse and gets out her wallet and finds some money ''i'm surprised i even have money...everything is digital now...'' Claire smiles to herself and throws some money into the well and makes a wish ''All i wish for is a bra that looks good and fits and that i get the courage to...talk to Evgeni..'' Claire smiles and finishes her drink and heads back to her car and drives it back home Meanwhile as i hear the car pull into the driveway i turn off the tv and walks over to see who it is i see Claire getting out of the car as i open the door and walk down to her ''Hey babe'' i say cheerfully as she looks at me with a faked smile ''Hey sweetie...had fun while i was gone?'' ''Just watched some tv...nothing special, had any luck at the mall ?'' ''No...but dont worry about it, i just had to find a present for a friend but i'm going to look someplace else tomorrow'' I nod at her as we walk inside as Claire heads to the bedroom and puts the panties in her drawer and walks back to me ''So...want me to make you some food or ?'' ''Sure...i think we got some pasta if you're hungry as well'' Claire nods and heads into the kitchen and starts preparing some food while i look down at my phone to see if anything new has happening but as usual nothing new ''Hey Evgeni sweetie, we got any cheese left ?'' i hear Claire yelling at me as i walk over to the kitchen and check in the fridge and finds some hidden behind some milk bottles ''here you got cutie'' i kiss her on the cheek and smile at her as i hand her the cheese and head back to my chair and sit down ''Food's ready'' Claire yells as soon as i sit down and head back into the kitchen and get my plate of food and sit down at the table kitchen looking over at Claire ''So...you okay ? you look a bit...distant'' i look over at Claire who is just staring into her food ''S-sorry'' she smiles ''i think iv'e just feeling a bit under the weather is all...'' ''oh ? getting sick ?'' ''i might be...i dont know, maybe i'm just tired...but i'm going out to train later so maybe that helps'' I nod at her as we finish our food and head back into the living room as Claire sits down on the sofa and looks at her phone ''Awww...my sister got engaged..'' Claire smiles ''Really ? that's great'' Claire nods slowly as we just stare at the TV for a while after a bit Claire walks into the bedroom and puts on her training outfit and heads back out to the living room ''okay, i'm going to the gym for a bit sweetie, ill be back soon, okay?'' I nod at her and kiss her cheek as she gets in the car and drives away While Claire is driving her car she stops by the parking loot and gets out her phone and calls up someone ''....pick up...'' ''Hello!'' a woman answer the phone ''Hey Katie! how are you ?'' ''i'm good, yourself?'' ''I'm okay but...i'm having a hard time talking to Evgeni about all this..'' ''Awww...you have to tell him sooner or later you know...'' ''Yeah i know...it's just hard, he's a nice guy and i just know this will break his heart..'' ''I know but you cant be around him if it makes you sad...'' ''I know...but i promise i will do it within the week then we...'' ''Then we ?'' ''We can get together you know...'' ''Awww, that is adorable Claire! you are so just so innocently cute sometimes!'' ''Thanks Katie...but i gotta go..the gym closes soon and i wanna get some work done before it closes....Love you'' ''Love you too cutie, and good luck with Evgeni! see you soon...soon to be girlfriend'' They both smile as they hang up on their phones and Claire heads into the gym Meanwhile back at Home i decide to take a shower and head into the bathroom and turn on the shower and step inside ''...i think maybe Claire gave me something...i feel nauseous...'' i sigh as i quickly finish up my shower and dry myself up and heads into the bedroom and lie down on the bed just looking up at the ceiling ''Maybe i'm getting sick as well...'' I sigh as i pull the blanket over myself and close my eye and before i know i fall asleep While sleeping i dream of myself and Claire just hanging out having fun as i'm woken up by something outside I open my eyes to see light shining trough the windows and the bed is empty but its clear someone slept next to me ''i...i guess i fell asleep...'' i yawn and get out of bed as i find Claire on the phone in the living room ''Oh...hey, morning'' Claire smiles at me as i yawn once again and rub my eyes ''Oh..morning Claire...sorry i fell asleep last night...'' ''It's fine, dont worry about it'' she looks down at the phone while answering me ''So..whats the plan for today'' i ask as i feel myself feeling rather strange ''I...i dont know...are you okay though ? you look...pale'' ''I think i'm getting sick is all...i'm going to take a shower'' i say and head into the bathroom and splash some water on my face as i look onto my reflection in the mirror and notice my eyes looks rather...black I turn on the shower and step inside as the hot water runs down my body hoping that will help a bit with what i'm feeling I dont know how long i was in the shower but when i step outside i can hear knocking on the door as i wrap myself in a towel and open it up to find Claire standing there ''....You okay ? you've been in there an hour...'' ''....that long ? i didn't notice...i'm just feeling a bit...i dont know...weird all over'' ''Oh ? maybe you need to lie down a bit...'' Claire looks at me worriedly I nod slowly as i start walking over to the bedroom as i lose my feelings in my legs and fall down on the floor ''Oh my god! are you okay ?!'' i hear Claire yelling at me as i'm lying against the cold wooden floor ''..Y-yeah...i think so...i just...lost feelings in my legs...'' I push myself up and sit down leaning against the wall as i'm still trying to move my legs without anything working ''i...i cant feel my legs...'' i say looking up at Claire who leans down next to me ''W-what ?'' ''i said i cant feel my legs...'' Claire looks at my legs and strokes her finger across it ''....felt...that ?'' i shake my head as i felt nothing as she stroked my legs with her finger ''what...how ?'' she looks at me ''I..i dont know...'' i start to freak out and trying to force myself to do something but no matter what i try nothing happen Claire looks at me while i look up at her as she slowly starts to back away and looks at me with a face of shock ''Y-your...legs...'' she stammers as i look over and notice my legs slowly start to pull themselves into my body i look at my feet going slowly into my stomach as i remove the towel and see that that my legs are getting pushed into my stomach ''What the hell!!!'' Claire yells and looks at me I open my mouth to talk to her but for some reason i can mouth the words to her, my tongue, my mouth just feel...dry My legs are now gone completely as i feel myself starting to lose balance as the same happens to my arms as i move my head to see them slowly shrink into my body as well Claire screams loudly...i think...i can see her mouth moving but i cant hear anything...i just look up at her with a confused look as if i'm understanding whats going on As my arms shrink into my body it feels like...almost hollow inside, i cant feel my heartbeat, nothing at all My mind starts to fade as i slowly lose vision as i take one final breath as Claire looks down at me while i continue to change She looks at me as my skin slowly turns black, my shoulders slims into forming two black straps and my skin and body slowly starting to turn into something else my skin slowly turns into a nice soft fabric like texture as my head slowly goes into my body as well Claire looks at me full of terror and shock as she picks up one single black bra left on the floor and looks at it ''...Ah...I...You...Evgeni...i....what....you...'' she speaks in shattered sentences as she just holds the bra and looks at it as she remembers the little playfull wish with no further meaning behind it ''I...You...Because...my...i...you...we...'' she says nothing and just holds me and heads into the bedroom and sits down on the bed holding the bra looking down on it and tries to calm herself down ''O-okay..C-calm down Claire...you just witnessed....something...but...'' she looks at the bra once again ''...it..it is what i wanted...it looks perfect...but but...Evgeni...'' She takes a deep breath and takes of her top and her bra and slowly put me on ''...it fits..perfectly...oh my god...'' As she looks at her reflection in the mirror she can hear something faint ''H-Hello...?'' she hears a voice this time clearer ''Hello?!'' Claire looks around the room ''Hey..?'' she says awkwardly ''C-claire ? where...whats going on ? i cant..i cant see...but i can feel...something..'' ''W-wait...Evgeni...? is that you?'' ''Y-yeah...what..what happened ? i cant see..'' ''i...i dont think...you will believe it but i think...you turned into a bra...and i can hear your thoughts...'' ''...W-w-what...? i did what ?'' ''You turned into my bra i said Evgeni...i dont...i mean...i think...i think i know why but...'' ''What ? how ? why?'' ''W-well...i made a wish at the wishing well at the mall asking for the perfect bra and...'' ''A-And...i become your bra...because of that ?'' ''Well i dont got a better explanation if you dont!'' Claire sits back down on the bed ''....'' i say nothing as i dont know what to think or feel...'' ''B-but since you can hear me does that mean....'' ''That i'm wearing you right now ? yeah...yeah it does Evgeni and...'' ''And...?'' i say ''And...this might be...'' Claire sighs ''Our best chance to talk'' ''Talk...about what ? i think we got more pressing matters...'' ''I know but i dont know how to fix that! but anyway! i...i'm breaking up with you...'' ''W-what ? Breaking up...? why...?'' ''well...i...i'm in love with someone else...'' ''Who...is it that guy from the mall...?'' ''It's not a guy Evgeni...its...Katie...a girl...'' ''O-oh...i..i see...i...i understand...'' ''R-really ?'' ''Y-yeah i mean...you dont like guys....that is all but why me then ?'' ''You were nice to me..treated me good and we had fun but i just never felt...attracted to you...i guess it was just...safety...sorry...'' ''....'' i say nothing as i just wait for Claire to say something ''Well...i will...i will do my best to get you back to a human okay ? i'm going to the mall now to make a new wish! okay ?'' ''Yeah...i dont really like this...at all...it feels...weird...'' Claire stands up and puts back her top on ''Weird how ?'' ''Well...i can feel your breasts against me...and i just...i dont know'' Claire just giggles and heads to the car and drives as quick as she can to the mall and gets out her purse and throws some money into the fountain ''i wish that Evgeni turns back into normal'' she says to herself as she just sits down next to it on a bench ''there...maybe it takes a while for it to work but i did it...'' ''Mhm...Thanks Claire..'' Claire sits down on the Bench as her phone calls, she checks the phone and sees its Katie and picks up ''Hey Katie'' ''Hey cutie! whats up ?'' ''Uhm...A lot of stuff but nothing right now but i broke up with Evgeni! so i cant wait to meet you!'' ''Really ? oh my god, that is amazing! How did it go ?'' ''it went well, he took it good but when are you coming home ?'' ''Awww, that's great and i get home in about a week...so ill see you then! but i gotta go! just quickly wanted an update im at the store and i gotta pay so call you later! bye bye'' ''Bye bye Katie, love you'' they both hang up ''...That was her right ?'' ''Mhm...Katie...i've met her a couple of times and we've been talking for a couple of months...she's really nice and perfect...S-sorry..'' ''its fine...'' We dont really talk much after that, Claire sits on the Bench while i just...try to make more sense of this whole situation After an hour of silence i can feel Claire is moving around ''....So...'' ''So...?'' ''what if it takes a while before i turn back...?'' ''...I'm sure it wont Evgeni...it will be fine'' ''I dont like this...'' ''i am not really fond of wearing my Ex-boyfriend either Evgeni but...you want to just be left in a drawer ?'' ''...i dont know...i dont think so...'' ''Well maybe it will help ?'' ''You think so...?'' Claire shrugs ''i dont know...but lets head home..'' I can feel Claire getting into the car and driving back home as she steps into the bathroom and undresses ''okay...im going to take you off while i take a shower now..tell me what happens...okay?'' ''Okay...i will...'' i say as Claire takes me off and puts me down on the floor While im lying on the floor unable to move or do anything i feel...afraid and lonely and this...weird feeling It's like i'm feeling naked almost and i have this...just feeling i have to support her breasts... I want to scream for help but no one listens to me as i can feel the hot floor against my fabric I cant stand this anymore! the more i'm lying there all i can feel is i am nothing...im useless No one is wearing me, i want her breasts against my fabric...not for..the pleasure but because its...its what i am... After what feels like an eternity i can feel something wet picking me up as i once again feel her soft skin against my fabric again ''So..how was that...?'' Claire asks ''...A-Awful...'' ''Oh ? why ?'' ''I dont know if i can explain but i felt...lonely...useless...naked...'' ''How ?'' ''Because..i think its because what i am...A bra without a purpose is nothing...it's like i want to support you...not because i like it but because it feels...right...'' ''Well...im' sorry but maybe this make it a bit better'' Claire says and strokes her bra with her finger ''...What helps ?'' ''you didn't feel that ? i touched you..'' ''I...i didn't i think i just feel...the insides if that makes sense...'' ''it really doesn't Evgeni...'' Claire sighs and walks over to the living room and sits down and turns on the tv while i try to figure out things about my new self An Unknown time later Claire looks over at Katie and smile at her ''So..that is that story over with'' ''I still just cant believe it..Evgeni is that..?'' she says and pokes Claire's bra ''But for how long ?'' And that is when i finally hear it ''It's been...1 month now...its...permanent...'' ''So..he is just stuck like that ?'' Claire nods at Katie as Katie giggles ''And he can't hear me ?'' ''No...but he has...sorta...changed a lot'' ''Oh ? in what way ?'' ''Well...he told me to start calling him Lace...'' ''Oh, since its a Lace bra right ?'' Claire nods ''And he has really...i dont know...'' ''Tells!'' Katie giggles and kisses Claire on the lips ''I dont think he even has any humanity left...'' ''When he does talk all he talks about is my breasts and how soft they feel and how he likes supporting me more than anything'' ''Aww...that is both weirdly sweet and cute at the same time'' Claire giggles and nods ''okay okay, ill try to talk to him now'' Claire smiles at Katie as she speaks to herself ''Hey...Lace....?'' ''Yes mistress...?'' ''How are you ?'' ''I feel good...i love that you wear me and tell me stuff about yourself and your girlfriend...i'm happy for you'' ''But dont you feel...you dont want to go back ?'' ''Being what i was before...? it seems so long ago...it scares me going out there now...'' ''So you're happy...Lace ?'' ''Yes mistress....I am a happy...i...i dont want to go back'' Claire looks at Katie and smiles ''You dont want to go back...?'' ''It has been so long and i dont remember much...i remember...some things but..it sorta just...it's all...i cant explain'' ''But for now...and forever...you are happy being a bra ?'' ''Yes mistress...and...i dont want to be human...dont ever change me back...'' ''You know what Lace...i wont and this might sound weird but...you sound more...girly, like your...voice'' ''i...i dont know what you mean by that....All i know is that i'm your support...your clothing and your breasts feels good today...'' Katie giggles '' So C'mon, what did it say ?'' ''Well, Lace is happy...dont wanna go back and i think being on me for so long has kinda twisted his memories a bit so i think...im just going to accept that i got a talking feeling bra and forget it was ever my Ex-boyfriend'' ''Awww...so evil but so cute at the same time!'' Katie cuddles up next to Claire and smile I dont really know what happened after that...i didnt really talk much but Claire kept wearing me so i was happy either way Slowly forgetting about being human...only living for this one simple thing and being happy with it...not more not less Sometimes when she takes me off i'm sad and lonely though...but then someone puts me back on...her voice sounds different but i dont think it matters i'm still being used and someone likes me for what i am...what i am...A simple...black...laced...bra

[k-i-s-m-e-t]

Secret Santa: Part 2

TianShan Xmas Event: Snow (Day 5) Fandom: 19 days Rating: Mature Status: 2/2 Part 1 Warnings: None Pairing: TianShan Words: 2,903

Summary: The conclusion! For pelliwelli who came up with this amazing prompt idea and has graciously allowed me to write it. 

His legs moved on their own accord, running blind, unsure of his destination, and not fully comprehending why he was running to begin with. He shouldered his way through the crowded mall, tripping over shoppers, shoving bags out of the way. He landed at a staircase that lead up to a rooftop exit and doesn’t hesitate, gasped at the air after shoving through double doors. His mind was still wrapping around the reality that Li Jie was He Tian. Out of everyone in the world, why did it have to be He Tian?

He was overreacting, why did he always overreact? There was no need to leave like that, he could have addressed the matter with He Tian after. Stupid. He squatted, buried his head in his arms. Why did things involving He Tian always get him so worked up?

It took a minute but eventually he got to his feet, head foggy, throat thick and no he wasn’t going to cry. But he could already feel the prickling, burning sensation and scrubbed a hand across his face. Finally, he really took in his surroundings. He was on the rooftop of a parking garage; approaching the edge, there was a decent view of the city. Resting his elbows on the ledge, he watched the flow of activity beneath him. Shoppers hurried in and out of their cars, the busy street a Red Sea of headlights. Breath emitted in foggy puffs as he calmed his breathing. He shivered realizing how long he had been out there, coat forgotten in his haste to distance himself. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, spun around arms up in defense, fists at the ready. He sighed in relief to see it was only He Tian, then choked mid-way because, shit, it’s He Tian.

“What do you want,” he ground out, thankful his voice carried some weight, didn’t sound as high and tight as his chest felt. He Tian looked, for lack of a better word, ridiculous. Still clad in the Santa Claus outfit, though he’d removed the stomach, the beard dangled awkwardly in his hand. “I already know you’re a fraud, so I really don’t see what there is to discuss.” He Tian shuffled, tipping his weight to one side, yanked a hand through his hair. “Look, I messed up, what I did was-“ “Evil and sinister but that’s your general character so I can’t say I’m surprised.” There’s a deep rumbling sound and Mo trailed off because He Tian was laughing; laughing at him. “Evil, Guan Shan, really? Dishonest, oh most certainly but sinister? Let’s cut out the middle school dramatics.” It was true but that didn’t mean Mo had to like it, let alone tolerate it. “Your ego literally knows no bounds,” he shot back. “Middle school dramatics? Says the guy running around in disguise. Says the liar.” “This was my job, I didn’t lie.” “No? Li Jie? You’re honestly full of it.” He shoved off the ledge, not back inside just as far away from the other as possible. This time the arm came, not around his neck but a hand around his bicep, tentative. “Mo wait please,” He Tian said, voice strained. The words spilled out in a rush like he was desperate, giving Mo more pause than any force could. He waited. “I’m sorry.” Mo turned, shook off his hand, “what?” “I said I’m sorry, it was stupid and manipulative, but so worth it. For once I could talk to you with ease, laugh, joke, not have to scale all these walls you put up before I can even get a word in.” “I don’t put up walls,” Mo said defensively. He Tian laughed out loud, it sounded hollow as it echoed around the vacant space. “You are so heavily guarded I’m surprised you’re not a recluse.” “But,” he said seeing the deepening of Mo’s frown, “this week you opened up. Hell you actually asked me for my help, my advice, even when you were in serious trouble back then with She Li you didn’t ask for help.” “We weren’t friends, why would I have?” “Guan Shan, what I’m trying to say is I enjoyed the past week and a half, I know you did too. Maybe because it wasn’t me, as far as you knew, but I wish that it could be in the future. I was wrong but I want to make things right. You liked Li Jie right? Can we start over and this time you can get to know me?” Mo opened his mouth, closed it. Had he enjoyed the past week? Yeah. It was not that he’d spent it with He Tian that pissed him off. It was that aspect of forcing his will, belittling his right to make his own decision. Yeah he had walls up but how else could he buffer opposition? As soon as he let someone in they tried to control him. He peered up at He Tian and it was almost laughable how conflicted he looked, one hand gripping his elbow, face etched with concern. “Okay.” “Okay..?” “What you did was shitty and underhand but we can start over” he held up a finger, when He Tian opens his mouth “but on my terms.” “On your terms,” He Tian repeated slowly, turning the words over on his tongue.

They’re quiet for a bit, Mo considering. “I just don’t get why you put so much effort into this, into us,” Mo said, tipping his head back to look at the sky. He Tian followed his gaze, sighed in content. “I don’t know, sometimes you’re just drawn to people.”

The volunteer job thankfully came to a close and Mo was relieved but also wistful, he’d miss taking pictures, the camera, screaming kids however not so much. He let He Tian walk him home that night, heartbeat speeding up every time their hands brushed together, the touches building up like static. “You figure out what you’re gonna get your mom yet?” He Tian said, breaking the silence. “No, at this point I’ll probably get her a gift card or something.” Mo walked on, frustrated and disappointed, ready to chalk this one up as another failed year. It took him a moment to realize He Tian was not with him, and look back. He Tian was stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, head craned back looking at the stars. Brought his head up when Mo called his name, telling him to stop fucking around. His lips are stretched in a grin, mischievous look on his face. “I have an idea.”

Mid-morning sunlight slipping between the cracks in his blinds roused Mo from an otherwise dead sleep. With the pressure of the last few weeks of school before the new year, combined with the hours of his volunteer job, he would have been hard pressed to say this wasn’t one of the best sleeps he has had in ages. He craned his arms over his head, stretching, his joints popped in response, laying back content. Cautiously he peered over the edge of his bed but the futon he’d set up last night was empty. What the hell? He froze, turned slowly to his right, breath catching at the sight. He Tian lay curled in his sheets, far from where he’d left him the night before, arms wrapped over and around a pillow. From this perspective he looked innocent, face loose and tranquil, the sight not upsetting Mo as much as he thought. When he’d found out that He Tian usually spent Christmas alone something had pulled at him, mouth working while his brain tried to catch up. He’d insisted, despite his better judgement, that He Tian spend Christmas Eve and Day with him. He Tian had brightened and smoothly accepted the invitation. Mo’s mom was delighted that the top student in his class had nowhere better to be on Christmas Eve than her house. Thankfully she hadn’t pressed the matter of why He Tian wasn’t with his own family and had simply welcomed him with open arms when he’d showed up on her doorstep, overnight bag slung on his shoulder. Later that night there was a gift under the tree with He Tian’s name on it, making Mo take a moment to marvel at how blessed he was with the mom he had, she thought of everything.

He was still gazing at He Tian, lost in thought. It took him a moment to realize the other is up and returning his gaze. Mo jumped, almost ended up on the futon below, opened his mouth with the obvious question on his lips. His mother’s voice at the door cuts him off, two sets of eyes darting toward it in anticipation, but it remained closed.

Mo exhaled, glanced back at He Tian, unspoken request hanging between them before he drew back the covers and shuffled to the door to answer.

When he closed the door and turned back to his bed He Tian was on the futon.

Mo cleared his throat awkwardly. “Breakfast is ready, we should go eat, mom gets pissed if I wait too long and the food gets cold.”

They got dressed backs turned, facing away from each other, like they were in the locker room at school. Mo would be lying if he said he didn’t linger on the glimpses he caught of He Tian in his dresser mirror. Eyes traced the neat sculpting of his strong back, broad shoulders funneling to a neat waist tucked in boxers.

He Tian caught his eye in the mirror, paused half turned arms lifted, shirt around his neck.

Mo spun, excuses flying. “You’re not supposed to be looking!”

“Says who? And it’s not fair if only you get a show.” He rolled his hips seductively.

It took Mo a few tries to get his own shirt on.

He Tian laughed from the bed where he sat now fully dressed, watching unashamed. “I had no idea you blush with your whole body, it’s cute.” He dodged the book tossed in his direction, laughter increasing.

At breakfast Mo was mostly silent, pushing food around on the plate. Would his mom like the gift he’d picked? He Tian had insisted she would but he couldn’t help the clench of his stomach when she cleared their plates and ushered them into the living room.

“You first,” she said handing He Tian a slim box.

He Tian’s mouth dropped open a bit. “But I didn’t get you anything…”

Mo’s mom waved a hand in dismissal. “Open it, open it!”

He Tian hesitated a second, then he was tearing off the paper to reveal a white department store box. His hands shook slightly as he lifted the lid, parting the tissue paper. The sweater was a deep grey, soft texture, it matched He Tian’s eyes perfectly. He held it up to himself than pulled it on, turned to face them, and.. damn. An excited squeal left his mom’s lips.

“I knew it’d look great on you! Doesn’t he look nice honey?”

“Yeah,” Mo mumbled, eyes trained on He Tian’s shoes.

“Thank you!” He Tian said embracing her, cheeks tinged pink.

“Okay!” She clasped her hands moved to retrieve a few boxes and dumped them in Mo’s lap, “Your turn.”

When he’s unwrapped the last gift and set it aside finally, it’s her turn and Mo moved to pull out his gift out from behind the couch where he’d hidden it, knowing his moms tendency to peak.

“Sneaky,” she smiled as he handed her the wide, flat gift.

“To Mom, love Guan Shan,” she read eyes twinkling.

“Mom…”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

She gently eased open the wrapping paper, each piece folded carefully and placed to the side. Underneath was a large frame that she flips over to reveal a black background lit up with bright white dots, lines connecting some into different shapes of all sizes, all laid within a neat circle. At the top was written “Your Special Day”.

“I- what is this?” She looked up, confused smile on her face.

Mo gripped his elbow. “I-It’s a star map. You can get a snapshot of what the night sky looked like on any day you want. I-I picked the day you and dad got married. You always told me he was your soulmate and I wanted to get you something special… meaningful this year.”

It was quiet for a bit and when she looked up her eyes were wet.

Shit. Crap he’d messed up.

“If you don’t like it, I think I can return it,” he said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to make you upset!”

“Honey,” she wiped at her eyes. “This is wonderful, thank you.”

“But you’re crying…”

“Not all tears are bad Guan Shan,” she laughed. “This is just unexpected …but so perfect.” She pulled him down next to her on the couch to hug him tight.

“I know we don’t talk about your father a lot and… I’m sorry.” She wiped at her eyes. “Given the situation it’s hard sometimes for me because of the memories it brings up, mostly good but sometimes bad.” She cleared her throat, “but I know you miss him as much as I do. I know he hasn’t been present but that’s not his choice and he loves both of us so much. Until the time when we can have him fully in our lives again I… I don’t want us to forget that fact.

She stroked a hand down the frame, smiled at him.

“I think this will help.”

Later that night Mo walked He Tian home for a change. It was peaceful, the streets quiet with everyone indoors with their family.

They lingered at his apartment door, neither really wanting to leave but unsure of how to ask the other to stay.

“Thanks,” He Tian said “for everything.”

“It was nothing,” Mo mumbled. “If anything I should be thanking you, my mom loved the gift.

“I told you, it’s the meaning behind the gift that matters most.”

“Yea,” Mo said, though he could feel another blush coming on. “Well, I’ll see you,” he waved, moving to leave, but He Tian caught his arm pulling him into a hug.

His body stiffened at first in surprise, then he relaxed, lifting an arm awkwardly to pat He Tian’s back. They stayed like that for a while, his nose buried in the other’s chest. He Tian smelled good, a mix of cologne (one that was a little woodsy, like cedar), and something else he couldn’t place but thought it must be He Tian himself -a scent that clung to his sheets at home.

A hand cupped his chin tipping his head up, scattering his thoughts. He could see lips inching closer to his. This time he let his eyes flutter shut, mouth parting voluntarily, but the lips fall on his cheek, just shy of the corner of his mouth.

He Tian was watching him, eyes dancing when they part, a final farewell before he stepped back into his apartment and Mo’s feet worked enough to get him to the elevator.

Inside he pressed the button for lobby, his hand drifting up, fingertips absently running along where He Tian’s lips had been a moment ago.

There was a commotion in the corridor as the doors were closing and suddenly He Tian was there prying them open, shoving a bag into Mo’s hand without comment, doors sliding shut before Mo can question him. He was so shocked it didn’t occur to him try and hold the elevator until it had begun it’s decent.

The bag he recognized as the same one from that day at the mall when he’d fallen.

The same one he’d thought had been for an admirer of He Tian’s.

In the lobby he sat on one the benches, curiosity driving him. He upturned the bag, catching a slim flat box about the size of the palm of his hand. Lifting the lid he held his breath, unsure what he would find as He Tian was unpredictable.

Nestled inside was a brown velvet drawstring bag. Opening it, he shook an orange bracelet onto his palm. It’s weighty. He fiddled with it trying to unfasten it’s clasps. It opened like a vice once undone and could be locked back into place. It was… extremely nice, it’s design simple, he had to admit He Tian had good taste.

He thought back to the last time he’d been given a gift, how it’d been forced onto him. Resentment had been his first feeling receiving that gift, though he still had the earrings tucked away in a drawer, he couldn’t just throw them away and his gut told him he’d want them later on. This time He Tian had looked nervous, so unlike the untempered confidence he’d had back in middle school.

Replacing the items he found a note wedged into the box’s corner. He pulled it out, slowly unfolding it.

I haven’t seen your bracelet in a while, I thought you’d lost it.

‘A while?’ Mo scoffed, more like years. How did He Tian even remember that? Did he pay that close attention?

He replaced the note, pocketed it as he rose from the bench, and headed home. He’d text He Tian later, tell him thanks.

As he walked he thought back over the past few weeks and recent developments.

The new year looked promising.

If you’re curious you can see the bracelet He Tian got Mo here :)

I’m playing catch up now lol 😅 I have one more fic for day 6.

I’m literally so glad you guys enjoyed part 1 & hope you liked part 2. Seriously, thank you for taking the time to read & comment! Love y’all!

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The DUFF- Part 2

duff au // college au // future smut // humour // basketball player jungkook // dancer jimin // best friends jin + taehyung

Your annoying neighbour and childhood friend, Jungkook, strikes a deal with you to help you get the attention of your crush, Jimin, if you help him pass his philosophy class.

warnings: sexual content, drinking, swearing, use of the words ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5

Part 2:

“Where were Tae and Jin tonight?” Jungkook asks while he drives you both home. You feel annoyance build in you rapidly, firstly, why does it sound so weird that he says ‘Tae’ instead of Taehyung? Maybe because the most he’s ever said to Taehyung was ‘sorry’ after he threw a ball at him after the game of dodge ball just to get those douche friends of his to laugh. Secondly, does he not think you can do anything by yourself?

“Believe it or not, us ‘D.U.F.Fs’ do get some breaks from our duties to our hot friends,” You spit.

“Woah, chill,” He laughs softly. Is everything a fucking joke to him? “I was just asking a question. You guys are always together when you go out.”

You guess he’s right. Why are you so irritable? Why is this D.U.F.F thing messing with your head so much?

“Yeah, sorry,” You say and look out the window at the passing cars. You wonder where they’re going.

“Hey, remember this song?” Jungkook asks and you turn back to look at him. You stare at the radio hoping it’ll help you figure out what song it is, but you don’t know it. He grins widely and smacks the steering wheel, “Remember that time our families had thanksgiving together?”

You nod.

“And both our parents ended up getting drunk, so we snuck out, which was pretty easy seen as they wouldn’t have noticed a bomb going off,” He laughs at the memory.

You suddenly remember what he’s talking about. You two were about 11 and you had sat at the table mocking your parents to each other without them noticing, he had gestured for you to follow him up to his parent’s room and smiled with mischief, a smile he still boasts often, as he took some money from the bedside drawer. You climbed out his bedroom window and walked 10 blocks to the park. The memory was a gentle one, it cheered you up now that you were thinking about it, but you still didn’t know where the song came from.

“Yeah,” You smile, “we went to the park with that dinosaur slide.”

“This song was playing loudly from one of the houses we walked past, we stopped to listen to it.”

//

For some reason you hated the sports stands, probably because they reminded you of some of your worst nights in your high school career, like when you caught the girl you’d been getting really close to, ‘supposedly’, making out with Jin under your old school’s ones during one of those school dances. That night had actually been fun, before the whole being used part. You and Tae had been dancing crazily, you, for once, not giving a flying damn. Tae had that affect on you. He just didn’t care.

When Jungkook left you at your apartment door on Friday night, a mere meter from his, he had told you to meet him at the basketball court on Sunday at 3 o’clock. You were 5 minutes late yet he was still on the court, which is why you’d taken a seat on the stands, right at the bottom. You watched as he bounced the ball across the court, you guess you couldn’t blame him, the coach was standing along the side shouting something to the boys, you weren’t really paying attention to hear what it was though. There were a few people scattered along the stands, mostly girls, you assumed they came to watch their boyfriends or, like you, were waiting for them to finish.

Usually you don’t take much interest in basketball, but if you’re being honest, you find it fascinating the way Jungkook is controlling the ball, dodging other players with his quick feet. You watch as he gets to the net and jumps to get the ball in, causing his muscles to flex and his shirt to lift and reveal his abs. You feel flustered and pull out your phone to distract yourself with a stupid game you have purely to entertain Taehyung when you’re out and he gets too bratty. His high score is pretty impressive; you nod to yourself and start the game.

Someone clears their throat and you look up to see a sweaty Jungkook. A shirtless sweaty Jungkook. He’s dabbing his jaw with his shirt, which, just to reinstate, is not on his body but in his hands. He’s breathing heavily, his dark hair messy and sticking to his damp forehead, not to mention his red shorts, which sit low on his hips, revealing his defined v-line. He smiles tiredly down at you, “You see that goal? Fucking awesome, right?”

You laugh at him, being reminded of how harmless and boyish he is, even with that body. “It was good,” You allow him a small compliment, hoping it wont inflate his ego too much.

His lazy smile turns into one of his full grins. You find your smile growing at the sight, but quickly recover and ask him in a rather bored tone, “Can we go now?”

“Give me 10 minutes!” He tells you and turns around to jog towards the locker room.

“5!” You yell after him but you just hear him laugh at that.

//

“You know, if you just stopped being so weirdly mysterious about everything and told me we were coming to the mall, I would have worn my comfortable shoes,” You tell Jungkook as you walk down the wide passage through the mall.

Jungkook turns his head to frown down at you, “Those aren’t your comfortable shoes?”

You stop walking to look down at your worn sneakers. “Uhm, excuse you,” You try catch up to him, “these could be considered fashionable.”

Jungkook stops in front of you and you nearly walk into his back. “See now these are what I’m talking about.” He points to a pair of strappy velvet heels, they aren’t very tall and the simple pattern of the straps is beautiful. You agree, they’re beautiful, but you’d just look stupid in them. “Plus, that shirt is cute,” He gestures to the mannequin. “We’re going in.” He announces and walks in, forcing you to follow him into a place with clothes far too beautiful for what you’re used to.

Jungkook is piling clothes over his arm as he winds his way through the isles. You’ve seen a lot of things you’d wear, but those are far from the things he’s picking up for you.

“Here we go,” He suddenly dumps all the clothes into your arms as you reach the curtained dressing rooms.

You look down at the items you’re holding, a feeling of insecurity and anxiousness crawling up your back. “This is a bad idea-”

“Wait, what are you even talking about?” He laughs at you. “It’s just clothes.” He says simply.

You look to the side; worried your eyes will start to get teary. He’s right, it’s just clothes. Why are you being so dramatic-

Jungkook interrupts your thoughts with his hands on your shoulders; he leans down and makes uncomfortable strong eye contact with you. The smell of his freshly washed hair is comforting and for once you aren’t chocking on his excessive use of body spray, he smells like cologne. Maybe Jungkook is growing up, you internally note to yourself in amusement. Jungkook shakes you slightly to get you to pay attention to him.

“And you say I’m the one with a bad attention span,” He laughs and it cheers you up slightly. “Y/N, get in there and blow me away.” He says, spinning you around and pushing you in the direction of the dressing room.

For some reason Jungkook’s sense of casual belief in you gives you enough confidence to just do it. Although you know it’s probably less belief and more him not understanding the concept of being insecure. You draw the bright pink curtain behind you and dump the clothes on the stool. You pick up a dark purple skirt and vaguely remember Jungkook saying something about the floral crop top going with it. You put the outfit on and look at yourself in the mirror, the high wasted skirt and white crop top that hangs off your shoulders leaves a slither of skin showing. You’re pleasantly surprised at the outfit Jungkook picked out for you. Although, given, it’s not your style, it’s not too preppy and you like the way you feel in it. You leave the room cautiously and have to cough to get Jungkook, who’s sitting on the fake leather bench, to look up from his phone.

“Now that’s more like it, Y/N!” He claps. “Now let’s see more!”

You come out in an outfit you don’t really like as much as the one you tried on first, and stand in front of him awkwardly. “Why so stiff?” He asks.

“I feel so stupid.”

“Come on, loosen up, you’re much more attractive when you’re just having fun.” He tells you and you wonder if he’s talking about you specifically or girls in general. “Enjoy yourself.”

You nod and go back to try on the next outfit, but this one is so stupid you can’t help but nearly fall out of the changing room laughing. Jungkook sees you in the ridiculously bright dress with a big bow around the waist. “Ok,” He starts laughing too, “my bad, that one looked better hanging up.”

You nod vigorously, tears nearly coming out of your eyes at how ridiculous you look. You look down at the dress and tug at the bow and spin around only to face him again, your hand on your hip dramatically, but when you look up he has his phone out.

“Are you videoing me?” You ask feeling slightly breathless.

“Yeah,” He says and looks up at you over his phone, “I want you to know how you look when you’re relaxed and having fun.”

//

After pretending one of the mannequins was Jimin and serenading him and discoing in a sequin dress, you and Jungkook had both laughed yourself to the point of exhaustion. Maybe that’s why he isn’t bothering to help you carry your shopping bags, not that he’d do something like that anyway. He suggests you grab something to eat before he drives you back home but you’ve successfully spent all your money on the few clothes you’re carrying right now. You are walking towards the indoor parking lot when someone calls his name, when you look at him he has a look of terror on his face and you nearly laugh until you see who is approaching you- his ex.

“Nearest exit?” He whispers.

“To our left, approximately 4 meters-”

“Kookie!” She comes to a stop and Jungkook turns around reluctantly to face her. Her hair is a brighter red than you remember; her presence is huge and overwhelming. She shoots you another judgmental look and does a full body check of you. “So, you two…”

“We just ran into each other,” Jungkook quickly tells her.

“Oh no, I’m not surprised,” She says and looks at you again, “I’d be surprised if someone like her would think she has a chance with you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” You say with the biggest fake smile you’ve ever made and walk away, telling Jungkook you have something else to do over your shoulder.

How did you forget how big of a prick he is? Just because he was nice to you for one afternoon and made you laugh and made you feel good about yourself doesn’t change the fact that he’s still the same boy who would give up his friends to seem cool. He’s still the Jungkook you knew in high school. He’s still full of shit.

//

“I can’t believe this shit,” You mumble and probably spit as you stuff your mouth with popcorn.

“Y/N, since when have you cared what Jungkook thinks anyway?” Taehyung laughs, “He has like three brain cells.”

“I don’t care,” You lie and lay your head on Taehyung’s lap and watch the people on the screen mindlessly, “I care about the poor people of the world that have to exist at the same time as such an asshole, that’s what I care about.”

Taehyung chuckles and covers your body with a blanket. Its 3am and neither of you can sleep despite your early classes tomorrow morning. You sit up and put his caring gesture to waste, the blanket falling off you. You throw your leg over his clumsily, falling onto him with little grace, he laughs softly as you straddle him.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but you can feel his hands on your hips.

“Having fun,” You try say seductively but know you fail at it; you decide to just kiss his neck.

“Are you doing this because of the confidence blow at the mall earlier?” He questions but moves his neck to give you better access anyway.

“No,” You lie. Taehyung hands on your hips, moving towards your ass, is already making you feel better, like you aren’t completely repulsive. Is what you’re doing healthy? Probably not.

He silently complies, believing you. His long fingers start playing with your hair as his other hand squeezes your ass cheek. He moans slightly as you start sucking on his most sensitive spot near his Adam’s apple.

“You know what he called me?” You sit back to ask.

“Oh god,” Taehyung groans and rubs his temple in frustration.

“The D.U.F.F.” You say and throw your hands in the air.

Taehyung shoves you off of his lap, “What even is that?”

You pull the blanket over your now crossed legs and use your hands as you rant to him passionately, “Ok, get this, it means ‘designated ugly fat friend’. I mean, can you believe that?”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung laughs at the ridiculous notion. “Is he in high school?”

“That’s what I said!” You tell him, relieved he understands you. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“Yesterday I searched it up, right,” Taehyung sighs at that, “and it’s a legit thing! There was even this game with this ugly green monster thing that you had to get through to get to it’s pretty friends. I’m not that to you and Jin, right?”

Taehyung howls with laughter, “You mean like some sort of gatekeeper friend?”

“Yeah,”

He laughs loudly again, throwing himself forward and slapping your lap, “That’s ridiculous, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know-”

Taehyung stands up and pats your head, he starts talking but yawns before he can get it out, “Look, Y/N, in my honest opinion, I think you should just forget about it. If it comes from Jungkook, it doesn’t mean anything, unless it’s an STD, of course.” He leans down and plants a loud smack of a kiss on the top of your head and starts sleepily dragging his feet as he walks off to his room, “You’re beautiful, alright? Now go to sleep.”

He’s right, it shouldn’t mean anything, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it, about everything Jungkook’s done in the span of three days, until you fall asleep on the couch.

//

He looks so good in that black hoodie, and his black cap makes him look like some sort of celebrity avoiding the paparazzi. And those jeans, they’re ripped so high up his leg you can see his thigh muscles with every step he takes up the stairs. You rest your face in your palm and watch him with an embarrassing desire as he climbs closer to the top. There’s nothing in you that thinks he’s coming towards you, that’s until he slides into your row, and right up next to you. He’s only sitting next to you because there’s an open space, he hasn’t even seen you-

“I was looking for you, why do you sit so far back?” He asks curiously, pulling his notebook from his backpack and smiling at you.

“Uh, well, I, it’s-”

“I like your shirt,” He compliments you casually but turns around when someone taps on his shoulder and says ‘Psst, Jimin’.

“Sup, dude,” You vaguely hear him greeting the person in the row behind him, but you’re too caught up in the feeling pounding in your chest. He likes your shirt?? He likes your shirt! Maybe Jungkook wasn’t so bad at this.

Speaking of Jungkook, he just walked into the lecture hall. Ha, you knew he had this class with you, but it was rare for him to pitch to the first lecture on a Monday. Especially not with some time to spare. He walked with a confidence you’re all too familiar with and just before he entered the first row, he looked up and saw you, he gave one of this waves where he doesn’t really move his hand and you could have sworn he used his eyes to point at Jimin and then winked. You felt your cheeks burn with a blush and you quickly turned to see if Jimin had seen, but it looked like he’d just turned around from his conversation.

“You know Jungkook?” He asks, however.

Unfortunately. “Yeah, yeah, we went to the same high school.”

“Really?” His smile shines, “That’s awesome! He’s a great player.”

A player he is. “Yeah, ‘awesome’.”

“I mean, it’s pretty great he’s out here doing what he loves and succeeding at it. I’ve heard he’s already got an offer to go pro.”

You think back to when Jimin told you about his dream of dancing and wonder if he even remembers that. He was pretty wasted. Then you look down at the back of Jungkook’s head, he’s laughing and joking with almost everyone on his bench, they seem mesmorised. You wonder if basketball is really what he loves.

“That is really impressive,” You admit.

“So are you two close?”

“I mean, not really-”

“Not close like with Jin and Taehyung, at least,” He interrupts.

You smile awkwardly, not sure what to say, but the professor walks in at just the right time.

You love philosophy, it’s one of your favorite classes, but that all goes to shit- your concentration- goes to shit when Jimin is sitting right next to you. Especially, when he’s leaning closer like he is RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

“Are you busy tonight?” He whispers, his voice impossibly close to the sound of music.

“No,” You squeeze out.

“Would you be up for dinner? At your place?” He asks.

You turn to look at him but burn up when you see just how close his face really is, and he’s looking dead in your eyes. “Y-yeah, sounds good.”

He grins happily and passes you his phone, “Your digits, love,” He tells you when you look down at in in confusion. Why is it so exciting that you’re holding his phone?

“Right,” You laugh quietly at yourself and he laughs with you.

“I’ll text you later so you have my number,” He says as you hand it back to him.

If only he knew you got his number from Jin weeks ago so you can stare at his profile picture, which is always artsy and he always looks so good, whether he’s smiling his face off or posing in front of a bright wall, his jawline so sharp it could cut your heart up into tiny pieces.

“Great.”

//

Mondays were made a whole lot sweeter by the fact that you only had two classes, and they were in the morning, meaning you could fade back into your empty apartment and enjoy the peace and quiet for a few hours before Taehyung came screeching in with whoever it was he befriended during the day. Usually you would make yourself a home on the couch, being able to sprawl your body out with no bodies on either side of you, you’d catch up on some Netflix and eat whatever you could scavenge for- on the lucky days there were leftovers of whatever Jin had made the night before or remnants of sweet treats Taehyung’s mom would occasionally send. You are doing none of those things right now, however. What you are doing is knocking too loudly on Jungkook’s door for too many times. You don’t want to be here, but a deal’s a deal.

“You do realize I have a buzzer, right?” Is the first thing he says as he swings the door open.

“The world is becoming too technology dependent these days. I like to stay traditional about some things,” You say as you push past him and into the apartment.

“Like sex,” He jokes and closes the door. You don’t laugh, it’s one of those jokes he makes that makes you wanna curl up in a ball and wonder where the world went wrong.

You’ve been in his apartment a few times. The first when you started college, his parents were helping him move in and when they saw you in the passage they instantly invited you in for the ‘last of his mother’s cooking for a while’. It always amazes you how different Jungkook is with his parents- it’s almost like the old him… or the him that’s still in him somehow, comes out. He’s sweet and polite and listens. You’ve actually always found it cute how close he is to them. Almost every time they come to visit they invite you over.

Other than that you once went in when his mom called you and asked you to go check on him, her calls had been going straight to voicemail for a few days. When he had opened the door for you it looked like he might have had to crawl to it. His face was pale and hollowed out and he looked like he’d been wearing the same sweatpants for years. You drove him to the hospital and waited for him in the waiting room, when you took him home you made him something to eat. He was really out of it but you swear you did hear a ‘thank you’ when you left him that night. It was just very, very soft.

The apartment was for one person so the kitchen and living room were much smaller than yours, instead of there being a clear divide of where you lounge and where you cook, it sort of looked like the couch was in the kitchen. He had moved his movie collection here from home and it took up nearly the whole wall besides the door that led to his bedroom.

“You have a desk in this pigsty?” You question.

“Hey, first of all, ouch. Who even comes into someone’s home and says that? Secondly, follow me!”

Jungkook moves around you and opens his bedroom door. You are slightly uncomfortable about that. Hanging out with someone in their bedroom in high school and college are two whole different ball games. It’s almost like a sacred space, a space only your dearest friends and the people you fuck are allowed to enter- and you are neither of those to Jungkook. Nonetheless, it is what it is and you follow him. You are expecting the room to smell of that familiar disgusting teenage boy stench you know all too well from high school, which is actually pretty unwarranted because Jungkook always smells nice. A bit over the top sometimes, but never bad. In fact, his room smells great. And you can’t help from saying that out loud.

“Thanks,” He smiles and points to his bedside table where there are a bunch of small bottles of oil. “I’ve been burning a citrus smell lately.”

“Burning oils?” You note in amusement and dump your books on his bed to walk around it and observe his collection.

“Surprising?”

Lavender, jasmine, flowers of the forest, sandalwood, vanilla…

“You always used to wear jasmine in high school. It kind of reminds me of you.”

You’re suddenly entirely grateful that he’s standing behind you because your jaw drops. Why do you all of a sudden feel so warm? How does he remember that? Does he think of you when he burns it?

You straighten up and turn around to collect your books, “You surprise me often, Jeon.” You move the books to his desk and also notice he has some photos stuck up on the window behind it. One is of him and Hoseok, his best friend since freshman year of high school. Hoseok is smiling brightly, you always remember his shockingly shiny smile, and how deceiving it was to what kind of person he really was. His hair is red and he’s wearing a denim jacket, his arm around Jungkook who is smiling with equal intensity. It looks recent. Most of the other photos are of his family- one of his mom and dad when they were about your age, others of him and his brother as children, a selfie of them now. The whole scene is quite endearing.

“Hoseok dyed his hair red?” You comment.

You didn’t realize Jungkook was standing right next to you until he spoke. “Last time I checked. This was 4 weeks ago. You never know with Hobi. Always been so fast paced.”

“I remember that,” You look around the room and locate another chair in the corner, some clothes piled up on it. You go to retrieve it and ask, “How is he?” Do you really care? Not that much, but you know Jungkook does. Too much. So you ask.

“He’s awesome!” His smile is near splitting. You push the chair in and sit down, he sits down next to you. “He just got back from Amsterdam, can you believe that? Sold out his rap show. Yoongi went with him, their song became a hit there.”

Hoseok most certainly did not need the ego boost, but you’re happy for Yoongi… and Hoseok you guess. Jungkook’s eyes are sparkly as he tells you about them and how Hoseok is coming back with Yoongi. He’s so animated and sincere and in this moment he feels so close to you. It’s without you thinking but you reach out and squeeze his knee in appreciation.

“That all sounds really nice,” You tell him, but he’s looking down at your hand. You retract it quicker than you used to leave science class once the bell rang. You cough awkwardly. Why the hell is he still looking at where you were touching him? Now he’s just making things weird. “So, yes,” You flip open your book to where you think fit to start.

//

“I like your outfit, by the way,” Jungkook says simply as he walks you to his door.

“Hey, thanks! Picked it out myself.” You joke.

He clicks the door open, “I’m sure Jimin liked it, too, I saw you sitting together in class earlier, ey ey.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You’re both now leaning against your door, a scene that would look intimate to any passer by, but is just normal weird to you and him. “Actually,” You whisper and can’t help but smile, “he’s coming over for dinner tonight.”

“No way!” He exclaims and his genuine excitement has you smiling more, “Y/N, that’s great.” He reaches out to squeeze your shoulder.

“So what do I do, teacher? I’m nervous as fuck, I don’t even know what I’ll say to him.”

“Ok, chill, we’ve got this,” He assures you with a wink you’re not surprised by. He looks down at his watch and frowns.

“Class?”

“Yeah,” He looks up and smiles at you, “but I got 5 minutes for my savior. Seriously, you should become a tutor. Kids will be lining up around the block for you.”

“You flatter me so,” You laugh and put the code into your door to unlock it.

“Ok,” He walks over to your small table in the kitchen while you close the door behind you, “you’ll probably be sitting here, right?”

“I think so-”

“Make sure you sit here,” He interrupts and uses his hand to beckon you over, “come over here.”

Jungkook pulls a seat out and gestures for you to sit down in it. “Now, if he’s as nice as everyone says, he’ll do this.”

You silently agree and move to sit down, your arm accidentally grazing against his on your way down, and you fidget uncomfortably once you’re seated, nervous as he goes to sit down right next to you. “Hopefully, he’ll sit down next to you like this,” He says, looking into your eyes. They’re so big, you note, and the brown is so deep like… mud, which isn’t the most beautiful way to describe it, but you’re being honest, like a puddle of mud that’s constantly being rained in. “if he doesn’t, make sure you find a way to sit next to him, get up and get more drinks, sit down as close as possible, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” You tease.

His Adam’s apple bobs but he smiles and chuckles lightly. “Ok, now, a game of footsies under the table? A winner.”

You wait for him to explain further, instead, you’re surprised to feel his foot sliding between yours, his knee moving enough to separate your legs. Your breath gets stuck and you gulp, struggling to talk with his knee grazing your inner thigh. “I-I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”

“Right,” He clears his throat, “yeah, sure, of course, makes sense,” he rambles and quickly pulls his leg away from you, kneeing you in the groin in the process.

“Ow,”

“Oh, shit, shit, are you ok? I didn’t mean to do that? God, did I hurt you, maybe I should just go before I break down your house-”

“Jungkook,” You laugh. It’s rare to see him flustered like this, it’s adorable, if you’re being real.

“Yeah?” His eyes shoot up to yours instantly at the sound of his name falling from your lips in that breathless way you do sometimes when you’re trying to seem together, but you also can’t help but laugh, or sometimes because you’re embarrassed, or he’s even heard you like that because you were crying- shit, he remembers that day. How could he makes you cry like that? He suddenly hates himself for it.

“What should I do instead? Like, something less intense than kneeing him in the dick?” You joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Right, well, a classic is always the ‘hand graze’,” He starts, getting back into his groove of demanding confidence. That’s until he slides his hand right next to where yours is resting on the table. “Like this.”

“Uh huh, subtle,” You smile, approving the move. “I wonder if I’ll actually be able to do things like this, though.” You suddenly frown, pulling your hand away to fist at your skirt nervously. Jungkook misses the warmth of your hand next to his, but forgets about that when he sees that look on your face. That look. He sees it all the time. Ever since he met you. You always overthink things. He wants to say what he’s really thinking. Just relax, you have no reason to be so nervous. He’ll like you and, if he doesn’t, that’s his fucking problem. You’re beautiful, and funny… sometimes… you should just relax, relax, you don’t need to be so nervous. Ok?

“Just do what we practice,” Is, however, what he says. “Trust me. I’m a pro at this.” God, I sound like such a fucking douche, he thinks to himself.

“Ok, any other tips?” You ask. You’re so into this, so into working to be the perfect date for Jimin. Your head is in a totally different place to Jungkook’s, still, he’s desperate to keep going. Fuck his class.

“Lean in. Lean in closer when you’re talking, if he leans in as well, he wants to kiss.” You nod like you’re listening to your philosophy professor talking about the meaning of life. Jungkook watches the way you purse your lips, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. Jimin better be a fucking angel. Who else would do this for the person they fancy? He’s certainly never done something like this.

“Like you’re doing right now?” You ask. Jungkook’s eyes widen and he sits up straight, he was, subconsciously, leaning in as he studied your face. He searches your expression but luckily it just seems like you think it’s all part of the lesson.

“Yes, yes, exactly like that,” He suddenly stands up and paces around the kitchen urgently. “Where are the fucking light switches?” He asks in frustration.

You turn around and hang your arm over the back of your chair as you take in his disgruntled state. “Is everything ok, Jeon?”

Jungkook pauses his desperate search for the light switch to look down at you. You look so concerned. Don’t look at me like that.

“Yes, I’ve just- I’m going to be fucking late for my class,” He storms out of your kitchen and towards the door, “just make the room as fucking dim as possible.” Is the last thing he’s saying before he’s out of your apartment.

Weird.

Anyway, you decide this is the time to call Taehyung and Jin and tell them to stay the fuck away from the apartment tonight.

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Shopping Around || Adam Hann Oneshot

Word Count: 2,037 Summary: “Going shopping with Adam!” Author’s Note: I’m alive and posting! I thought it would be fun to remerge with an adorable and cute Adam fic. I absolutely love this one! Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

“I hardly think I am allowed in here.”

Giggling, you look to your boyfriend with a soft expression. Adam has always been there for you. He loves following you on every journey you take, staying right at your side to cheer and support you. He also loves hanging out with you during those in-between times, when life does not have a plan for you and you are simply enjoying yourself. Today is one of those in-between days, as you are out and about with Adam in tow at the local mall. Still wanting his close companionship along the way though, you brought him inside the dressing room with you to watch you try on a few dresses. To those outside of your tag-team duo, it looks like funny business is sure to go on because of this. Hell, even Adam is wary of others in this time. He scratches his arm and gazes around the small cubicle nervously. Something about the situation has him distracted from your undressing. You frown.

“Adam, it’s alright,” you assure him. “No one is going to barge in here and yell at you for merely supporting your girlfriend.”

“They will if they think more than ‘support’ is going on,” he mumbles, but you do not catch it. Your eyes are set on a beautiful and shimmery red dress. Putting it on and showing off to Adam is all you care about. Stripping off your shirt, you catch Adam blushing in the corner. It warms your heart, and you throw him a soft smile. He gazes down at his feet.

“Adam, babe, can you hold the dress for me as I undress?”

His face flashes a few deeper shades of red, but he complies. Adam strides forward and grabs the hanger with the red number hanging from it. He waits until you finish dressing down to hold it forward to you. You kiss his cheek as you take the dress from him. A giggle slips from your lips, causing Adam to quirk his eyebrow up at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re so nervous,” you reply. “Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye, silly!”

“Not my fault somebody is being very attractive in front of me in a public space where we’re probably being observed,” he mumbled back, earning an eye roll from you. You get the red dress up onto your shoulders, the straps sliding on nicely. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you look incredibly stunning. It does not take others telling you so to convince you - it’s a wonderful fit on you. Adam still whistles low and gazes you up and down, impressed with what he sees. You blush. Any assurance of what you already believe, especially at the hands of your loving boyfriend, helps.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re always so beautiful, {Y/N}.”

Your face softens. Adam always knows what to say to make you weak in the knees, even months into your relationship. Turning to face him, you take a step forward and kiss him. It’s chaste, a mere peck, but it sends Adam aflame. You swear you catch a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t you have dresses to get to trying on, love?”

Giggling, you nod and look yourself over in the mirror one last time before peeling the tight number off you.

“I do,” you reply. “If you’re good and do not complain while I try on the rest of what we brought in, perhaps we can go look at that one pet store further down the mall.”

“You’re joking.”

“Be good and see,” you tease, winking now in your underwear. Adam gulps and straightens himself up against the wall, but he tries his best to keep his mouth shut. If keeping quiet ensured his leaving the small cubicle in time, he was willing to hush for as long as you required.

After three more outfits, you are finished. You decide to keep the red dress from the beginning and a blue blouse you paired with the jeans you already had on. Adam follows you to the counter, waiting patiently as you pay, before taking the bags for you. He follows you like this even outside of the shop, when you stop to buy a candle and browse through a shoe store. Not a word is spoken by him, just as you told him. He plays nice.

That is, until you walk towards Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh, you are not taking me into there.”

Raising an eyebrow, you look at Adam and smirk. “What did you say? It sounds like you don’t want to go see the pets in the pet store?”

The pout on Adam’s face almost makes you feel sorry for him. “{Y/N}, it’s going to be torturous for me. You know that.”

“All those puppies are going to be so disappointed-”

“Alright,” Adam concedes, visibly unsure of himself. He knows he is going to struggle to hold his tongue in this store, especially with you so keenly watching over him. You believe he is up for the challenge and kiss his cheek. He swallows hard.

The initial walk in is fine. Sure, Adam is gripping hard onto your hand, and you can see him bite his lip when he sees some of the lingerie, but he keeps steady. All is well. Further steps however prove a challenge, especially when Adam catches sight of something he’s never encountered before: a bralette.

“What is this?”

Giggling, you walk over and pick out one of what Adam is gazing upon. It is a cute hot pink bralette - not something you would ever get, but definitely not the worst thing in the store. Holding it up, you tease him by shoving it near his face. Adam blushes.

“It’s a bralette, silly!”

“What is that even supposed to cover?”

You pause. “Are you complaining, Mr. Hann?”

“No!” Stumbling, Adam takes the bralette and tries his best to look comfortable around it. It looks more like he’s painfully forcing the emotion, but it’s cute, so you go with it. “I'm not judging! I'm not! It was a serious question! I want to, er, know it’s function.”

“It’s like a bra,” you say, grabbing it and putting it back on the hanger. “You can wear them as bras if you’re not too busty, but even then, you can sometimes wear them. I usually wear them under shirts where my bra would show to cover them up. It makes clothes look fancier.”

Wide eyed, Adam takes your hand and walks you away from the contraption. He thinks he’s subtle, but you can tell he’s trying to move past the incident. Unfortunately, he walks you both right into the panties section - the crack of any girl who likes sales and cute underwear. You hustle to check out designs. Adam, blushing even more, follows behind awkwardly. You smile at him and hold up a pair with puppies on it for him to see. Though incredibly uncomfortable, Adam cracks a smile back.

“They’re cute.”

“They’re an omen of what’s to come,” you say back, winking. His smile widens. “Oooh, look at these!”

Adam’s smile fades instantly, replaced with his blush and awkward expression. In your hands, staring back at him, is a black thong. He’s no stranger to the item - he’s seen you with them before. However, those were more private situations. Seeing you with one in public, knowing he has to behave himself is next to sinister. His hands dive into his pockets.

“They’re um, ehem, they’re nice.”

You grin up at him. “Pick out your favorite color, Adam. I’ll get them along with the puppy ones.”

Adam opens his mouth to respond, but is stopped by a wave of panic as you start to walk away. He grabs hold of your arm just before you’re out of his reach, pleading at you with desperate eyes to stay. You rub his arm.

“I saw a bra I wanted to try on near the front,” you tell him, kissing his hand. “I figured, instead of putting you through going into the dressing room with me again, you could pick stuff out for me here while you wait.”

He pauses, considering, and then sighs - the sign of giving in. You kiss him on the lips and then run over to do what you need to do. Adam looks at the giant box of panties and turns scarlet. He is counting down the seconds until you return and save him from this misery.

Six minutes and forty-two seconds later, you reappear. You find Adam getting told by a worker how to choose underwear out for a girl. It’s one of the funniest things you have ever witnessed, the poor lad trying his best not to show his emotions yet failing completely. After a few seconds of watching, you walk forward and take Adam’s hand.

“Thank you for trying to help him while I was gone,” you tell her, an older lady with wispy blonde hair. “I’m surprised you didn’t think he was a lost cause.”

The lady grins. “Oh, he’s not too bad. The fact he is willing to learn speaks loads for him. When you’re ready to check out, come see me!”

That is what you do. After taking Adam’s contribution, a beautifully silky black thong even nicer than the one you originally chose, you go up to check out. The lady teases Adam a bit more, but he takes it in stride. You believe it’s perhaps because he is nowhere near the large bunch of panties. As you leave the store, he is almost as good as new. You kiss him to congratulate him. He smiles and grins even bigger when you direct your walking to the pet store. The moment he sees its bright red and blue lights, he’s ecstatic. There are no words for his reaction to the puppies playing in the back of the store in a pen.

“I love this,” he says a few minutes later when he’s sitting on the ground in the middle of them. Five puppies, cute as ever, have him surrounded. You have taken to filming the situation, a smile on your face.

“It’s your prize for being so good while shopping with me today.”

“You’re a blessing, you are.”

“I wouldn’t praise me just yet.”

Adam looked to you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well…do you have a favorite of any of these guys?”

He paused, and then - “NO WAY!”

Giggling, you nodded and knelt down. “I’ve had this planned for weeks. I know you’ve wanted a puppy for so long, and since the pet store is in the mall…well, I thought I should have some fun with it.”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You kiss him. “Pick our new little friend, babe.”

It is a hard choice, but Adam picks out the perfect furry friend. His name is Pablo, a little golden retriever puppy with floppy ears and a sweet face. Adam holds him in his arms as you pay for Pablo’s new toys, food, and leash and collar. Once paid for, you exit the mall as a group. Adam holds onto Pablo as you both get inside the car, his nose nuzzling the black, wet nose in front of him.

“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for this.”

“Oh, I think I know how you can start.”

Again, Adam is confused. “How so?”

“Well, let’s just say…we explore the use of that silky thong you bought me when Pablo is asleep.”

Adam smirks and reaches to squeeze your hand. “You know what? It’s a deal.”

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Bad Liar- Chapter Four (JB GOT7)

Here is the long awaited chapter four! This series won’t be extremely long, but decently lengthed!

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.

Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Original Character

Collage/University AU

Warnings: Swearing. May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.

May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.

“Uh, hey…” JB said awkwardly pulling away from Amie quickly.

“Um, sorry I didn’t mean to intrude. I was, uh… Sorry.”

“No-no it’s okay we were just, you know… It’s okay,” Amie stammered out looking at the floor as she brushed past me to get inside.

Suddenly I was left out in the hallway, mildly embarrassed, with JB. His hands were now buried in his pockets, lighting kicking the ground as he too, had his face to the ground.

“I really didn’t mean to walk in like that. It wasn’t my intention to disrupt you two, I was just going to give Jimin his headphones.”

“Oh yeah, how was your date?”

“It was good.”

“Just good?”

“I mean, not too much happened. It was a pretty normal date.”

“Are you going to keep seeing him? Like, are you going on a second date?” JB asked, smoothing a fly away strand from his face, slicking it back with the rest of his hair.

“Yeah, probably.”

“Anyways, I should probably get going. Have a good night okay? We should hang out soon, just the two of us. Are you free on Friday?.”

“I’ll check my schedule. Get home safe, okay?”

“Aren’t I always?” He winked, walking back to the staircase.

I rolled my eyes, smirking to myself before walking back into the dorm room. I saw a flushed Amie, sitting on the couch while scrolling through her phone. “So, you and JB… Are you guys an item?”

“Huh? An item. No, I don’t really do boyfriends. You know?”

“What?”

“I just don’t think I’m ready to be tied down quite yet.”

“Oh? Well, does JB know? Despite the bad boy look with the leather jacket, and the piercings, he’s really loyal… He likes having one girl to spoil.”

“Really? He’s so hot that he looks intimidating. I would never suspect that he could be a big softie.”

“The only thing intimidating about him is his temper. Seriously, watch out for the clench jaw. That means he’s pissed. Give him a pillow, walk away, and leave him for 5 minutes. He’ll beat the crap out of the pillow, and then he should be good,” I warned, grabbing some food from the fridge.

“Oh really? Hmm, maybe I should snap him up while I have the chance then. It’ll be my first real relationship.”

“Seriously? You’re like 23.”

“Hey, I said I’ve never really been the committed type” she grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

“Wow who hurt you…?” I laughed walking back to my room.

I closed the door behind me and flopped face first onto my bed. With a loud groan I started rocking my body side to side in frustration. I hate that I keep inserting myself into awkward situations. I decided to make the best of my situation by just taking the time to be alone. I grabbed some cookie dough ice cream from the freezer, ran a hot bath, and “read a book.” By reading a book, I mean I opened it, put it back down, and then basically took a nap in the tub.

“Hey Micah!”

“Yeah?!” I yelled through the door.

“Do you want to go shopping with me tomorrow?”

“Sure! What time?”

“Just after your class!” Amie called back.

“Okay, I’ll meet you by the main bus terminal.”

“Cool, good night! Don’t take too long, you’ll turn into a prune.”

It’ll be nice to spend some girl time together, since we haven’t gotten to do much since we moved in together.

I waited by the bus terminal, hands in my pockets. The air was a little chilly today so I decided to wear a comfy sweater-dress. I was excited to go shopping with Amie today, because taking a look at my closet… 50 Shades of Grey wasn’t an erotic novel, it was my closet. Every shade of grey, black, and white, as well as the occasional olive/army green could be found there. Amie often wore cute pastel clothes, or just some kind of color. I hardly ever saw her wear black or grey.

“Micah! Are you ready to go?!” A voice yelled.

“Yup! If we take the 181 we’ll be there in about 20 minutes.”

“Forget the bus, JB’s driving us. I called him last night and asked if he would take me to the mall but he said he didn’t like shopping, but that he’d still drive me anyways.”

“Oh.”

“He’s waiting for us by the south campus entrance, let’s go,” Amie said tugging on my hand.

Now I was in the backseat of JB’s car, feeling like the third wheel. Amie interlocked her hand with one of JB’s while he drove with the other. “It’s a safety hazard, you idiots” I thought to myself. Though I know saying that out loud would make me sound like a jealous bastard, even though I was soaking in self-pity. Oh, what I would do to hurl myself out of this car right now.

“Hey, hey Micah! Are you listening?” Amie asked, peeking her head back at me.

“Huh? Sorry. I was just thinking.”

“That’s okay. Anyways, I was thinking what if I helped you pick an outfit for your next fancy date with Jimin?”

“Oh, you don’t… You don’t have to do that. I don’t think we’re going on a fancy date soon anyways. I mean, we’re both university students.”

“I want to pick you out an outfit. It’ll be a thank you gift since you had to lease out the dorm by yourself since I didn’t have my registration completed. It’s a big deal having to put down the entire deposit by yourself” Amie smiled.

“Okay, fine. You lead the way” I sighed getting out of the car. Amie instantly linked arms between JB and myself, leading the three of us inside.

“I didn’t know I was coming inside too” JB replied.

“You’ll be our bag boy for the day. Right? Won’t you do that for your new girlfriend?” She pouted.

“Fine baby, I’ll do it” he smirked before kissing her cheek. I looked away and rolled my eyes so hard, I could have probably seen my brain if I tried hard enough. The first store we went into Amie was instantly pulling things off the racks. If there was one thing you needed to know about Amie was that if shopping was an Olympic sport, she’d take home the gold metal every time. She could shop, sow, and DIY herself into the next life time. Most of her clothes had some kind of vintage feel to them, and some kind of alteration.

“Why don’t you look for something?” JB asked.

“I don’t really have the money for anything. I just wanted to spend some girl time with her but…”

“But I’m here, and it’s ruining the mood, right?”

“A little. It’s okay though. You’re her boyfriend after all…”

“Hey, I’m still your best friend. I hate that you’ve been acting a little awkward with me recently. Are you okay?”

I wanted to say ‘No, it feels weird having my ex-boyfriend/best friend dating my friend/roommate. I hate that I still have a little bit of feelings for you when it’s obvious that you’ve moved on.’ “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, now that I’m dating Jimin, I feel a little guilty hanging out with you. Since you’re my ex after all. Most guys would be pissed if they found out they are still hanging around their ex’s. It’s not really normal.”

“Oh, okay. Well we both moved on, so I don’t see how it’s a problem. I respect you staying loyal to him though.”

“Yeah…”

“Micah, you have to try these on right now.” Amie squealed while thrusting a bunch of hangers at me. I saw dress, after dress, in every color of the rainbow. Purple maxi dresses, pink satin dresses, and even blue velvet ones as well.

“Come on out!”

“Yeah, one second. Can you help me with the zipper?” I opened the door slightly while Amie stuck her hands in the change room to assist me. With the same hand, she tugged on my wrist to pull me out of the stall and into the walk way where JB was sitting on the couch surrounded by her bags.

“Well? Isn’t it perfect?!” Amie said stepping back, while drawing JB’s attention to me. His mouth went agape, and locked his eyes on my torso.

“It’s beautiful,” I exclaimed looking into the mirror.

“Can I pick a dress or what?! It’s red-wine colored, which means dark, and it’s suitable for evening outs. It has long sleeves which makes it modest and elegant; plus, the sleeves compensate for the shorter skater skirt. The lacey material also adds both sex appeal and class, and finally it has an easy glide back zipper, which means it’s easy to take off… If you know what I mean” she winked. I started blushing at her last comment a little; staring at my bare feet against the wooden floor.

“What do you think JB, from a guy’s perspective?” Amie asked.

“I think you take too much time thinking about the meaning of clothes.” Amie smacked his shoulder, while he laughed it off.

“Seriously though, you look good.”

“Perfect, you should get it!”

“You know, I work hard. I deserve to treat myself a little bit! I am going to get it, even though it’s… Oh my God, $120?! FOR THIS LITTLE AMOUNT OF CLOTHING? I HAVE SWEATERS WHICH COSTED LESS THAN HALF THE PRICE AND COVER MORE OF ME!”

“You’re such a stingy girl. Just buy the damn dress, and then we’ll get you some shoes to go with it. If you want, I’ll buy you the shoes. You should buy the dress, it looks really good on you” Amie suggested.

“No, you don’t need to buy me anything. This isn’t 'Pretty Woman’ and I don’t need your money.”

“Stop being a shit and let me buy you some damn shoes. I saw some really cute black strappy wedges that would look so cute with almost any outfit! You’re a size 8, right? I’ll be right back, okay?”

I just waved her away before going back into the changing room and getting back into my normal clothes. “Oh, you’re still here? Why didn’t you go with your girlfriend?”

“Too many bags, I don’t feel like walking, so I thought I’d wait for you instead” JB shrugged as I purchased the dress.

“Why don’t we go put her bags in the car? Here I’ll help you,” I said while grabbing a few bags. “So, how have the guys been?”

“They’re doing alright. They miss you a lot. You should stop by and hang out with the rest of us like old times.”

“Meh, I doubt that they even miss me. They just miss me walking around in booty shorts around them.”

“Oh, just shut up, and in the defense of those booty shorts… I never let you walk around in those things around the guys.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about jealous and overprotective JB. Haven’t seen him in a while, next time he’s around, tell him I say hello.”

“Hey! You know how I feel about girlfriends. I don’t want anyone trying to make a move, being disrespectful, or even having a single unclean thought about someone I love. My girlfriend, means that she’s mine. I’m not sharing with anybody!”

“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while Jelly-bum, how’ve you been doing all this time?” I laughed.

“Shut up. I’m trying to be less temperamental, be nice,” JB pouted while putting the bags in the trunk.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Come on, let’s just get back inside.” I spun around on my heels, walking faster towards the shopping mall.

“Hurry up slowpoke! We got some more bag carrying to do!” Jaebum yelled while running after me, grabbing onto my waist, spinning me around a little before taking off ahead of me. I couldn’t help but dizzily laugh and start sprinting after him. With all the power I lack in my legs, I sprung up onto his back, and forced a piggyback. “Oh my God, it’s like deadweight on me!”

“Hurry up my noble steed! For we must partake in the act of "shopping” once again!“

"I was going to go along with this, until you said that…”

“Go fuck yourself, my noble steed!”

JB finally put me down once we got through the parking lot to be greeted by a half smiling Amie. “Sorry, we went to go put your bags in the car.”

“Yeah, I saw, I walked outside and saw you guys by the car. I just had to use the washroom so I went back inside.”

“Oh okay.”

“Oh uh, by the way. The store didn’t have your shoes in your size at the moment. Sorry, maybe next time, okay?” Amie said, stroking my arm lightly.I’m not sure how someone petting your arm could be condecending, but that’s how it felt.

“That’s totally fine!”

“Um, I don’t mean to be a total ass but would you mind if JB and I spent some time together alone?”

“Don’t worry, that’s okay. I understand, I can just bus home. I’m just going to go look around a little bit before. I’ll see you later?” I asked.

“I can just drive her home quickly before, it’s a little rude to just ditch her like this when you invited her out in the first place” Jaebum added.

“No, it’s okay. You guys go and do your couple things. I’ll see you guys later.”

Amie smiled at me, and took JB’s arm, leading him away from the entrance and towards the chain of restaurants. I’m not going to lie, I felt a little shitty getting ditched like this, but I understand at the same time. She just wants to be with her boyfriend. Rather than feeling shitty, I decided to just go into the shoe store and look around for some heels on my own.

“Hello, how are you doing today?” The sales clerk said.

“I’m doing fine, how are you?”

“Doing just lovely, what brings you in today?”

“I’m looking for some heels to go with this dress I just bought, but also with other outfits too.”

“So black is probably your best bet. What kind of heel do you prefer and what size?”

“Any one that is easy to walk in. I’m clumsy. I usually go for wedges, and size 8” I admitted.

“I have the cutest pair of black strappy wedges! You’re also, very lucky. We sold the last pair in that size to a young blonde girl a few minutes ago, and she came back about 2 minutes later looking angry and returned them. They are perfectly fine, she basically walked out of the mall and came back in and decided she "wasn’t feeling” the shoes anymore. As long as you don’t mind someone owning them for like 2 minutes, you can purchase them. She didn’t even try them on.“

"Was the girl who bought the shoes wearing a pastel pink dress by the way?”

“Yes, she also had a cute leather purse, which I adore! is she a friend of yours?”

“Yeah… She is.”

Wait, why did Amie lie to me? Was she angry that JB and I went to the car without telling her?