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oshicakes · 5 years ago

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their s/o not giving them any affection

pairings. kenma kozume x reader, suna rintarou x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. fluff

other: hinata, bokuto and tendou, semi, sugawara and terushima

Kenma Kozume

your boyfriend's been very busy lately with his acads, volleyball and video games. so you decided to not bother him and let him do his stuffs. thinking that he might get mad at you if you continue being clingy to him. since kuroo said kenma doesn't like someone being clingy to him.

it surprised you. you've been dating him for a year and a month and you just know about it.

it goes on by a week that you didn't bother him. even when he's done playing you'd just ask him how was the game, did he eat and he should get some rest. after that nothing.

he's used to, you hugging him after he's done playing. you'd sometimes style his hair for it not to block his eyes. you'll let him play with your fingers. massage his head or after a game starts you'll kiss his forehead for goodluck. but now he ain't getting any of those.

"im done playing." he looked at you with that knowing look, like he's signaling you to come to him and give him the hugs and kisses you're depriving him.

"oh, okay. you should rest now." that's it? he thought. he sits beside you since your doing your assignment in his desk.

"are you mad at me?" that made you stop from writing. you looked at him with confusion written on your face.

"no, why'd you think i am?"

"you're being distant with me, you're always clingy to me. are you mad because i play too much? im sorry, i promise to give you my attention from now on."

"no, no, no, it's okay. you don't have to change, i mean, im okay with you being preoccupied with games. you love it and you're already doing that even before you met me, so it's okay."

"then why?"

"i... uhm... kuroo said you don't like clingy people.... you should've told me that, i promise not to bother you whenever you play!"

"hey, i didnt say something like that. i... i actually like you being clingy to me."

"really?" he nodded. "i really worry about you sometimes. you're too gullible and kind. kuroo's taking advantage of it to use it against me."

"sorry." you lowered your head, disappointed with yourself. "no, it's okay. but don't listen to kuroo anymore, okay?" he remided his self not to set for kuroo for a week or two as a revenge.

"aye aye, sir." you playfully salute to him.

"can you continue that later? i miss your hugs." he rested his chin on your shoulder and hugged you sideways. you patted his face gently.

"do you want something to eat?" he shakes his head and made his hug on you tighter. "let's just stay like this for a while." you just hummed. he then kissed ypur hand that was caressing his face.

Suna Rintarou

you had this stupid bet with the miya twins. it's 'operation: y/n stop being clingy to his stupid boyfriend for a week'. yes, it was childish but you want to prove something to the twins.

all throughout the week you avoided being near your boyfriend. although you still text him good mornings and good nights, check on him but won't reply after he replied to you.

to be honest, day by day, suna's getting too cranky. the twins noticed it and they just laughed at him.

so for the last day, atsumu had a little idea to fuel things up. he told suna that you're at the back of gym withsome guy who looks like confessing to you.

atsumu smiled, triumphantly. suna ran his way to the back of the gym. right there he saw you talking a guy. what made his blood boil was when he saw you laughing.

that's it, he thought. he abruptly pull you away from the guy and drag you near to the open field where theres no student hanging around.

"hey, why'd you do that? that's rude, suna."

"wow? suna? im suna now? after a week of ignoring me, not talking to me and no hugs, kisses and you're not waiting for anymore. then ill see you with some other guy, laughing, while me, your boyfriend you can't even spare a minute to glance at me. what do you expect me to do? to feel?" he just exploded right there, and it left you dumbfounded.

"just.. break up with me if you don't love me anymore. don't torture me like this." he was ready to turn away and leave you behind when you hugged him and cried.

you didn't know that he's thinking like that, he'll react like this and feel this way. guilt and regret crept into you. how stupid of you to have that bet on the miya twins.

"why are you crying? shouldn't it be me?" his voice was too soft. it made your heart ache more. oh ghad, how could you-

you could feel how hesitant he is to hug you back. he sighed and stroke you're back gently.

you looked up to him to see his eyes. it reflects a lot of his emotions. there's a hint of hurt, regret and longing.

"im sorry, im really sorry. don't think that way, rin. i love you, like, i love you soooo much!"

"are you sure it's me that you love and not the guy you're laughing with?"

"of course, it's you. you're my one and only. he's just my classmate, nothing more."

he released a heavy sighed. "are you still mad?" you asked.

"yes." that made pout. you where about to get away from his hug when he tighten his embrace.

he raised his eyebrow to you then tighten his embrace to you. "who said you can escape my hug? you need to make up for the week you didn't give me your love and attention. you're stuck with me all day."

"i know, i was just about to kiss you but i guess hug is enough for you." that made his eye widen. "what? i want kisses too! this hug isn't enough."

you tiptoped and kiss his cheeks without breaking his embrace to you. he pouted to hide his smile. you cupped his face and just stare at him, lovingly. "im sorry, i hurted you like this. i made a stupid mistake-" he cut you off. "yes you did. you still have a long way to make up with me."

you nodded. "and ill never do something that will doubt my love for you. i didn't consider you're feelings when i agreed to the miya twins' scheme. i won't ever ever do this again. i love you and don't ever doubt that again, okay?"

"wait, what?! i new it! that's why whenever they see me, they'd whisper to each other and then laugh. i should upload all their stupid fighting videos." you swayed your body and his to grab his attention cuz his eyebrows are now nearly connecting like he's plotting for the twin's downfall. "i missed you." you finally grab his attention.

"i missed you too. can you stay at my house today? i don't have an early practice tomorrow." you nodded at him delightedly. and planned what would you do to make up for what you did.

Iwaizumi Hajime

"y/n-san, the coach wants to talk to you and oikawa-san." the juniors called you.

it's been a very busy week since qualifying match for the nationals is nearing. you need to make sure everyone's on their top performance and monitoring the team while helping the coach gathering informations about the players.

you barely have a moment with your boyfriend which you miss hugging so much. speaking of your boyfriend he's been extra grumpy and keeps on glaring at you and oikawa.

today's the same, it's late and exhausting but you can't take it anymore, you need a power hug from your boyfriend. so approached him when there's only few people are in the gym.

"hajimeeee!" you ran to him and instantly wrap your arms around his waist. even though he's sweaty, he still smell nice and manly.

"so now, you're hugging me?" you we're taken aback with what he said. he raised his eyebrow at you.

"huh?" you we're about to move away when he squinted his eyes and glare at you. so you remained hugging him.

"don't huh me, y/n. you're always with shittykawa." that made you giggle. its a rare event to make your boyfriend jealous. you pinched his both cheeks.

"fyi mister iwaizumi, were just discussing about the team's performance and besides can't i hug my boyfriend after a long day?" you released his cheeks. you giggled when you saw his red cheeks.

you released from the hug which made him pouty. "you should change while i just check the equipments, okay?" he followed you. and before you knew it, he's already ready to go.

"im walking you home." he said. "aw did my boyfriend miss me too? don't worry i missed you too." you teased him.

"shut up, y/n or you'll regret it."

"ey, why can't you just admit it? poor me. my boyfriend doesn't miss me. i should just go home by my self. heeey! are you listening to me, hajime?"

he abruptly kissed you on your lips. that made you stuck on your feet. you could even feel your face heat up.

"that should shut you up. and fyi mrs. iwaizumi, i missed you too that's why im staying at your house this weekend. so reserve that day only for me, okay?"

he slowly interteined his fingers to yours then kissed you on your nose. oh ghad! when did he become sooo cool????

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matbarzyy · 4 years ago

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Must Have Been The Wind [A.B.]

A/N: Soooo my requests are closed but I still get some and an anon sent me a good one that stuck in my brain and I ended up actually writing it anyway lol. I’ll link the post here once I’m not too tired to look for it again. Anyway, this is based off a song by Alec Benjamin, enjoy.

Word count: 2755

Warnings: Abusive boyfriend

“What the hell?” Anthony mumbled to himself and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

The loud noise that had woken him up echoed through the building again. It was glass shattering. Whatever was going on, it was happening in the apartment above his. The digital clock on his bedside table shone dark red numbers that read 3:05, and he groaned as he pushed the covers off his body and sat up.

At first, Anthony thought someone might have dropped glasses or plates, but the sound was much louder. It wasn’t an object being dropped, it was something being thrown. Knowing he wouldn’t get back to sleep immediately, Anthony got up and yawned on his way to the kitchen. A dim light was still on, he had forgotten to turn it off before going to bed, but now he was thankful he could see the layout of his unfamiliar apartment.

He was renting the place even though he had just bought a brand new apartment that was at least twice as big. The day he sold his old place, a water leak and gas problem arose in his new building. For a moment, Anthony had thought he was cursed, but with some help he managed to find this place to rent and he didn’t even have to spend a night in a hotel.

It was a temporary solution, so he was okay with having only two bedrooms and a rather small kitchen. It wasn’t like he’d have his family coming over any time soon. Maybe the neighbours were a little crazy breaking stuff at ungodly hours, but with a glass of water and ear plugs Anthony would get right back to sleep.

He stopped dead in his tracks when the sound of glass shattering was replaced by a cry. His glass got abandoned on the kitchen counter while he tiptoed to his front door, trying to catch any other noise.

The voices turned clearer as the yelling grew louder, it wasn’t enough for Anthony to understand what they were saying, but he could tell there was a girl crying while arguing with a man. There was no way he could go back to bed now. What was he supposed to do?

Should he try to go up there? Was calling the police a better idea?

His dilemma ended when a door slammed upstairs. Quickly, Anthony glued his eye to the peephole to see anyone that might walk past his door. This cursed building didn’t have an elevator, so if someone was leaving he’d see them. The light in the corridor was off, but with the moon shining bright outside it wasn’t completely dark.

As the stomping of feet got closer he caught the silhouette of a man heading out. A minute later, the sound had faded and the entrance door had slammed shut with the noise Anthony was getting accustomed to.

He stepped back and grabbed a hoodie from his bedroom, pulling it over his head to hide his bare chest. Dressed in a little more than just sweatpants, he hurried to find shoes, grabbed his keys, and slipped out of his apartment.

When he got to the second floor the faint sound of a girl crying directed him to the right door. He lifted his hand to knock but hesitated for a second. What if he got the wrong place and bothered someone at three in the morning?

Deciding that someone’s safety was more important than getting in trouble with his neighbours, Anthony quickly shook his head and gave the door a couple of loud knocks. He heard shuffling on the other side, followed by footsteps, and eventually a slight creak.

“Can I help you?” The girl opened the door just a crack.

She had a sweater zipped up all the way to her chin, and her eyes were a little swollen, but in the darkness it was hard to tell she was crying for sure. Her voice seemed steady enough as far as Anthony could tell from that short sentence.

“Hi, sorry, um I know it’s super late,” he shuffled from one foot to the other nervously. If only he had thought about what to say before knocking. “I’m Anthony, I live right downstairs, I just heard some noise and stuff… I wanted to make sure everything’s okay?”

“Uh, yeah? I didn’t hear a thing, sorry,” the girl pulled the sleeves of her sweater down to cover her hands.

“Could have sworn it came from up here,” he played dumb to insist a little more, but she was quick to shut him down.

“Must have been the wind or something,” she shrugged. “Thanks, I guess, but uh, I should go,”

“Right, yeah, sorry I bothered you,” he murmured and stepped back before she quietly closed the door.

Anthony didn’t get a minute of sleep that night. Mat chirped him for his slow reactions when he practiced in the morning, but he had bigger things to worry about. Was that girl really okay? Or did she just tell him lies so that he wouldn’t intrude?

None of it sat right with him, but he was limited in his options, so he promised himself he’d keep an eye out for her as much as he could.

A week passed before anything happened again.

Anthony was on his way home from a game, still dressed in his game day suit and ready to crash into his bed. Even the adrenalin of the win couldn’t keep him up for much longer. He was half asleep as he walked up to the building, his keys out to get through the main entrance. Now that he had cooled off, his legs ached and he almost groaned at the thought of the stairs.

“Two more weeks,” he muttered to himself.

He was about to continue complaining out loud to himself when he spotted her. If he had paid attention he would have noticed the couple arguing way earlier. The man had a tight grip on her forearm, and he didn’t even notice the way her eyes flickered over to Anthony as he continued speaking.

“I told you not to fucking-”

“Everything okay?” Anthony spoke up loudly enough to startle the man.

“Mind your fucking business.” He turned around, but the hockey player was taller and obviously stronger, so he didn’t even look at him.

Instead, he stared at his upstairs neighbour and waited for her to answer.

“Fine,” she rubbed her forearm, soothing the red skin. He nodded in response but didn’t make a move, his bag still hanging over his shoulder.

“We’re not done.” The other man grumbled when he saw Anthony had no intention of walking up to his apartment until they moved too.

He stomped out, the noise matching what had resonated in the corridor the first night Anthony heard them fight.

“So, am I at least going to get your name?” He walked towards the stairs with her, letting her walk up first.

“Carrie,” she told him, taking the stairs two at a time. Anthony cursed in his head as he kept up with her, his legs burning from all the skating and a nasty fall.

“Well Carrie, if you ever need anything, I live right here, okay?” He motioned towards his door and she nodded.

“Thanks,” she glanced down at the floor as she said it, not even waiting for his reply before dashing for the stairs and heading back to her own place.

The next morning was nice for Anthony. The weather was beautiful, he didn’t have practice, and all he had to do was go for a walk and get himself a nice coffee to enjoy his day off. The park near his building was a little crowded, it was a Saturday after all, families walked with kids running back and forth, people walked their dogs, others jogged.

The little kiosk at one of the intersections didn’t look like much, but Anthony had found out the day he had to move here that their coffee was some of the best in the city.

Carrie seemed to know that too, because he spotted her a few feet away on one of the benches. She was alone, taking in the way the sun shone through branches and onto the grass.

“Can I sit?” Anthony asked, and she looked up at him.

“Sure,” She slid over to make space on the bench.

“I don’t mean to overstep,” he began while racking his brain for the right thing to say. “And I don’t need to know whatever it was that happened when I heard that noise, or what was going on last night, but if you ever need absolutely anything, my door’s always open for you.”

“It’s fine I swear, he’s not as bad as it seems,” Carrie dismissed him and he scoffed.

“Well not as bad doesn’t mean ‘not bad’ so even if you just need a friend or whatever, I’m around,” he reiterated to make sure she wouldn’t hesitate if she was ever ready to ask for help.

“Thanks, Anthony,” she felt the corner of her lips itch to curl up while he leaned back.

“Not running away today?” He took in the people moving in front of them, resting his paper cup on his thigh.

“Not today,” Carrie smiled and took another sip of her coffee.

Only one more week before Anthony could move out.

Some of his things were still packed, a few boxes were stored in his garage in his new building, others were stacked in his spare bedroom and the rest would have to be repacked this weekend for him to finally vacate this apartment. He was excited to settle into his new place, he was somehow enjoying the whole decorating thing.

The only thing that bothered him was leaving Carrie. What was he supposed to do, leave her there and never come back? He couldn’t just turn his back with what he knew. She was the only thing on his mind day and night. Anthony couldn’t remember his dreams in the morning, but he was often convinced they had been about her.

The one thing that definitely wasn’t a dream was the loud knock on his door that night. 4:32am. It had to be Carrie.

Anthony jumped to his feet with a groan and rushed out of his bedroom. “Fuck,” he cursed as he slammed his shoulder into the door frame, not slowing down for a second until he reached the front door.

He threw it open and Carrie stumbled in, shaking and sniffling. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she hurried to make sure the door was closed.

“What happened?” Anthony’s eyes widened when he took in her panicked state. She barely looked up at him and cried harder, so he realised now wasn’t the time for questions. “Hey, hey come here,” he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re safe, it’s okay, you’re safe here.”

Carried leaned against his chest, biting her lip and shaking with quiet sobs. Her whole body was trembling, Anthony was the only reason she was standing, so he slowly walked over to the couch with her in his arms and sat down. He had managed to hit a light switch on his way to make a warm light illuminate the living room.

“Sorry, it’s so late,” she eventually whispered, but he pulled away and shook his head.

“Don’t apo-” Anthony started but cut himself off when he got a good look at her face. “What happened?” His tone was nowhere near soft this time, his jaw was clenched and he was ready to run up the stairs to break her boyfriend’s face.

A purple bruise was blooming on her cheekbone, and the skin had split so a little bit of blood seeped out of the wound.

“I-” Carrie tried to talk, but another sob shook her chest and she looked down instead, hiding herself.

“Carrie…” he reached out for her hands. “Did he do this?”

“Yes,” her answer was barely above a murmur, and he took a deep breath to calm down.

“Let me take a look,” he cupped the uninjured side of her face and guided her to tilt her head until the light hit the forming bruise on her cheekbone. “I’ll find something to put on that, okay?” Anthony dropped his hands and she avoided his eyes.

He found everything he’d need in his bathroom pretty easily. He was used to being injured, so he came back to the living room with a cream for the bruise and an ice pack.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” He said as he sat next to her and pushed a little bit of the product out on the tip of his fingers.

Careful not to press too hard, Anthony rubbed it over the bruise and made sure it was mostly absorbed before holding the ice pack to her face. It wouldn’t really ease the pain but it would at least reduce the swelling.

“I got it,” Carrie took it from him to keep it to her cheek.

“Okay, you need anything else?” He let her gather her knees up to her chest, resisting the urge to pull her into a hug again. He wished he knew how to comfort her, but she clearly needed her space.

“I’m okay, thank you,” she shook her head no and focused on slowing her breathing. It was hard with the mess in her head after everything that happened. She felt weak and pathetic, she had never been so vulnerable in front of someone, and maybe it was time she opened up but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything more.

“Is he still upstairs?” Anthony probed, trying to figure out what to do, at least for the immediate future.

“Probably,” Carrie shrugged, wiping tears out of her eyes.

“You can stay the night, I’ve got a spare bedroom.” He offered, written worry all over his face when she glanced up at him.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you,” she turned him down, but he wouldn’t let her leave when she wouldn’t be safe.

“Stop that,” he nudged her foot gently. “I’m not going to let you go back up there, just stay. Do you want tea? Chamomile is good for sleep,”

“Um, yeah, please,” Carrie gave in with a sigh. There was no point in fighting him, and deep down she knew he was right. Now that she had woken him she couldn’t leave and just let him worry.

“Be right back,” He put a hand on her knee as he got up and went to boil some water.

When he came back with both steaming mugs, Carrie had helped herself to the tissues on his coffee table to dry her tears and it looked like she had calmed down a little.

“Careful it’s really hot,” Anthony set the mug down in front of her.

“Thank you.”

They sat in silence after that. Anthony was done pushing, she was next to him and he was keeping her safe, he didn’t need more than that. The night had been traumatic enough for Carrie, so he didn’t want to add to it.

Small sips of burning liquid eventually turned to larger gulps of warm tea until both mugs sat empty on the table. Carrie had stopped shaking, and the heat of her drink had helped her warm up. The ice pack was mostly melted against her cheek now, but it was still cool and her cheek was burning underneath it.

“Wanna go to bed?” Anthony eventually whispered, pulling her out of her thoughts. She stopped staring at the black screen of the TV to turn to him, nodding slightly.

The bed in the guest room was made, and the sheets still smelled like fresh laundry. Anthony looked into the mostly empty closet for a few things, and while Carrie slid under the covers he brought an extra blanket to lay on top of it.

She settled quietly, curled for extra warmth while the melted ice pack sat on the nightstand. Anthony took it as his cue to leave, but he stopped once he reached the door.

“Carrie?” He turned to look at her, a hand on the door knob.

“Yeah?” She wondered what else he was going to say, and her heart warmed when she heard his words spoken with unwavering certainty.

“I don’t care what I have to do, but I’m not going to let that happen again.”

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multmilk · 5 years ago

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summary: just tae as a college student and plant mom on the side. also slow burn & sexy times :)

genre: smut & fluff !!

warnings: um dirty talk? bit of curse words? smut lol

au/prompt: college!au, bestfriendtolovers!au

word count: 2818

not proofread, sorry!! wrote this in one seating hehehehe

i think Taehyung would be the kind of guy who’d wanna purse arts and/or fashion but he’d go for something a little more prAcTIcaL

introducing, Kim Taehyung of Daegu, 24, major in business

he’d want his own business someday, just not quite sure what it’d be

anyways, even being a sophomore at college, he’d have girls and boys feigning over him because he’s just famous for a lot things

one of which is his looks

another being the cute barista at your local café

and the one who sings at bars every weekend

he’s just very popular and everyone adored him

but he isn’t the f boy type of popular, though many people did want to sleep with him, he just politely declines them

not saying he doesn’t get action though noPE he’d have sex occasionally when his schedule allows him to

fast forward to monday, a day where college students doze off and attend class 6 hours late

Taehyung was always punctual and early but today’s an exception

he fell asleep doing equations and maths on his table and well his classes start at 9 am but he woke up around noon

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to change clothes nor brush his teeth, he just zoops out of his apartment and rushes toward campus

he’s still sleep deprived from all the work load and late night shifts but his adrenaline’s too much that he reaches the campus in 10 minutes when it usually takes him a good 20 minutes

he just keeps on running and just as he was about to approach the door to 34A (where mr. jung teaches philosophy,, his minor) the door completely smacks him in the face

he clutches his nose that was hit and was about to curse the person who accidentally hit him but when he sees who hit him

his brain just goes @/$;2($:&sk;L3

LIKE WOW???

hair blowing in the wind, light focusing on her figure, flowy dress lightly being blown by the wind and worry etched into her features

“oh my gosh, i’m so so sorry !!” even her voice sounds like an angel

Taehyung says “it’s fine” then acts all cool and stuff and she smiles at him

AND WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO ASK FOR HER NAME SHE JUST WOOSHES AND he’s left there looking at her disappearing figure

aaaand that’s where you come in thought that the angel-like girl was you? haH

you see taehyung still clutching his nose and staring off to space so you smack his back and he yelps in pain

“Y/N!!!!”

“TAEHYUNG !!!” you mimick but then you quickly apologize seeing that he was in a bad mood

you fix his hair and ask what happened

you two walk to the cafeteria as he tells you everything that happened

including the oh-so-beautiful girl that accidentally hit his face

“i wanna date her. she’s made my heart race so much. that’s very rare,”

you look at him like ????? like bro you’ve just met her and you’re IN L OV E

what about me? you think. i’ve been with you all these years and you never even consider looking at me like that.

but you don’t say that. of course you don’t. that’s just too selfish.

so you hype him up and tell him you’d ask around for the girl’s name and Taehyung hopefully finds her to get her number

fast forward and you and Taehyung goes home. you two have no work today, just some lectures to catch up to

you set up the microwave to heat the fried chicken you bought home and Taehyung attend to his plants

yes he is a plant mom™️ like he sings and hums classical tunes while he waters the plants and letting out little praises and encouragements

he’s just overall a proud mom of his plants tbh

anyways you and Taehyung work on your school stuff until you felt your body growing tired and found yourself laying down on his lap

the view like this is ✨majestic✨his hair was loose and he had a headband to keep the bangs off of his face

his jaw was locked in concentration as he tries to make the numbers MAKE SENSE

not to mention how your face is just millimeters away from his crotch akskakd

but you’re wholesome so you ignore the pool of arousal that’s in between your legs

“let’s go to sleep Taeee,” you whine but he pays you no mind

so you opt for straddling his lap so that he’d pay attention to you and it worked

“leave me alone please? you could sleep and i’ll wake you up later,” then he smiles at you

gaaaah his smile just aldksofkeoyn he’s soooo friggin’ warm and cuddly and when he smiles he just takes your heart then and there

but you stay perched on his lap and opt to nuzzle your head on the crook of his neck and mumble about sleeping there

he just chuckles and shifts a little bit to feel more comfortable

that night, Taehyung holds you dearly while he finishes his work. if you were awake, you’d probably see the slightest hint of adoration in his eyes whenever he’d stop working and look at you.

of course he loved you, way more than platonic. about half the population falls in love with their best friend anyways right?

but he wasn’t going to confess. he knew you deserve someone better

see, Taehyung, he sees himself as this messy and too emotionally damaged to even fucking function. much less start a relationship with you.

sure you were damaged like him, maybe even more, but he just can’t risk of hurting you and breaking you into pieces. you’ve already lost so much, he doesn’t want to add to that. so he opts for kissing you on the lips, just lightly. light enough so that it doesn’t stir you awake or anything of the like. he lays you down in his bed and bids you goodnight.

you and him started being friends back in the first year of college, you were both 4th year college students now. anyways, you used to visit the coffee shop he works at almost everyday. he’s seen you stress over your finals, seen you hang out with your friends there, also seen you cry when you boyfriend left you.

you’ve always ordered something simple, choosing a black coffee instead of something creamy and milky.

until one day you decide to say, “surprise me,” to Taehyung and he just stares at you confused. then you tell him to give you something different, something he’d recommend to you.

alas Taehyung’s mocha latte was born !1!1!

it was something simple and common as well but it held special meaning to him.

And so you started ordering his mocha latte while you stayed and studied at the coffee shop, eventually forming a friendship with Taehyung.

Anyway back to the present times

come Friday night and you were surprised to find out that Taehyung was going out on a date.

with Seo Soojin

the girl who hit him accidentally on the face

you were surprised with a lot things. first, knowing Taehyung was going out on a date. he wasn’t the type to date and settle down. I mean, of course he’d eventually settle down with a girl but not now. not while he’s in college.

Second, Soojin was actually pretty. In a goddess level, she might just be your girl crush lololol

And lastly, you thought that you had a chance with your gorgeous best friend. You knew he pecked you on the lips while he thought you were sleeping. You were sleeping at one point but you woke up when he lifted you up to place you on the bed. It took all of your willpower to not kiss him back but you were afraid of ruining things, despite the obvious actions he’s made.

But after days of convincing from your other friends, you decided to ask him out.

Yes, girls ask boys out now. it’s the twenty-fucking-first century after all

BUT THE UNIVERSE HAD OTHER PLANS

NOOO fate had to watch your best friend dress up in a nice tux and slick his hair back as he waited for Soojin to text him her address. You had to act all supportive while deep down you knew that him going out with Soojin was hurting you a lot more than you liked.

Now Taehyung,,,,,, he was more than surprised to feel his heart flutter at the appearance of Soojin. She really is pretty but he couldn’t help but think that you would look a lot better.

Their date surprisingly went well but he hoped that he just spent the night with you instead.

He came home to you watering his plants for him and he felt his heart flutter at the sight.

There you were, wearing his grey hoodie and god knows what else underneath

You had your earphones on while you tended to his cacti and various other plants

If he were a murderer you’d be dead, no doubt bout that

So, he hugs you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder

You ask him about his date, ignoring the pang in your heart when he talks about how good it was

Instead of breaking your heart over the details in their date, you focus on his warm voice that almost made you sleepy tbh

Taehyung didn’t know why he narrated their date with so much enthusiasm. Maybe he wanted to get out a reaction out of you

But you stayed calm and interested with what he was saying, not showing any signs of jealousy or hurt

He goes to take a shower and he was expecting to have a movie night with you but surprised to see that you’ve gone to bed and so he does to

You two don’t sleep well that night

SATURDAAAAAAY and Saturdays mean parties

Meaning, Taehyung and you getting shit faced and the two of you could barely make it back to your apartment alive

But it was no doubt your favorite part of the week

You got dressed up wearing something seductive yet still conservative on the side paired with the comfiest pair of heels you have

When Taehyung saw you all dolled up, he was like :000 DAYUMMMM

But he felt a little overprotective when he thinks about the people who’ll look at your body and all that so he gives you his jacket

Though you tell him it’s too hot and that you could handle yourself if ever something happens

You’re already in the party and Taehyung swears to himself that he’ll keep an eye on you and that if something bad ever happens to you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself

He sees you out of your comfort zone, dancing around people and gathering attention from lots of people

You’re happy with the attention so you keep on partying

Taehyung was about to go to the bathroom, thinking that you’d be fine since you were just dancing, but then he sees a man talk to you

The man was fucking tall, very smug, very untrustworthy

His lips were too close on your ear and you seem very very uncomfortable

So Taehyung rushes to your side, grips your waist and says,

“Back off. She’s mine.” WITH THAT LOW AND SEXY VOICE OF HIS ASKJJDSK IM LOSING IT

But the guy had the aUDACITY to ignore Taehyung and continues “so, will you spend the night with me sweetcheeks?”

TAEHYUNG GROWLS AT PUSHES THE GUY WITH SO MUCH FORCE

You had to grip his arm and ask him to stop and not make a scene with the smallest voice you have

And just as you two were about to leave, the guy shouts “lucky you, you’ve got a fine piece of ass right there,” and that’s all it takes for Taehyung to throw his fist at the guy

Everyone stopped dancing and focused on the scene unravelling in front of them

Pulling Taehyung back you tell him “that’s enough,” and drag him out of the house

The whole walk home was quiet and the tension was thick

“It’s because of that damn outfit,” he says once you’ve entered your shared apartment

You scoff and bend down to take you heels off and say “It’s not my fault men can’t control their dicks,”

Taehyung looks at you with this animalistic glint in his eye and stalks toward you

“You should’ve been more careful, babygirl,”

His lips attack your neck

You couldn’t move because you were shocked and aroused all at the same time

He sucks at the sweet spot on your neck and it just turned you into a moaning mess

You tug his hair, moan his name

“Jump,” he commands and so you do

He kisses your lip and you kiss him back with more force

Tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clashing, little spills of moans and grunts here and there

“When I saw you in that article you call clothes,” he chuckles “all I could think about was ripping it off of you right there and then,” he kisses your collarbones

“It isn’t the first time too. All the nights you spend snuggled up to me wearing my shirt with no bra on and I could feel your breasts pushed up against me,” he unzips your clothing and lets it fall to floor

·“God fucking dammit Taehyung. Fuck me already,” you say and he looks up at you

A smirk on his lips and eyebrows raised in challenge

He grips your hip and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to your bedroom

You were slightly expecting him to be just a tad bit gentle but clearly he was in a bad mood so he throws you into the bed and removes both of your clothes quickly

“Suck,” he tells you and moans when your lips wrap around his digit

He brings his fingers to pump his cock a bit and pushes into your cunt without warning

The force got you screeching and clawing at his back

“Fuck, harder,” you mewl and he obliges

He fucks you at an animalistic speed and his eyes bore into yours as he thrusts deeper into you

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax and Taehyung’s thumb rubs your clit until you were coming

And he’s coming to and as much as you want him to finish inside of you, you knew that that wasn’t safe so he pulls out and cums on your tummy

He helps you scoot over and lays beside you

“I’m in love with you and this is probably the worst timing ever but I just want to say that I loved you for a long time and even if you don’t like me back, I’ll keep on loving you and-“ he rambles

But you cut him off with a sweet and slow kiss

“I’m in love with you too, Tae. Have been for a long time,” and you look at him

The moonlight from the window doing wonders to his face

His lips turn into a small smile and kisses you again

And again

“Do you know why I made you a mocha latte on that day?” he quietly speaks as he tangles your bodies together

“Ooooh that’s a question I’ve been dying to ask for a long time. Tell me. tell me,” you pipe

He breathes before saying, “you know how you alternate ordering an americano on bad and normal days and plain milk on warm and good days?” You nod

“Well, a mocha latte is a combination of both with just with added chocolate flavouring and sugar,”

“That’s how you made me feel,” he says and you look at him with question marks in your eyes

He laughs, “Before you, my life was just plain and dull. Kind of like an americano,”

“But then you started visiting the café shop more and everyday it brought me a whole new feeling,”

“Every time you’re sitting at alone, whether it be studying or just reading, it made me feel a lot of things. happiness, curiousity, the whole butterflies in my stomach thing,”

“So think of the sugar and chocolate to be my growing feelings for you and yeah,” he laughs again and this time you laugh with him

“I love you, even though you’re so damn cheesy!”

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you,” and you both smile and hold each other

“I think I’m going to have a coffee shop as my business once I graduate,” he says and you nod

And you two live life happy and healthy 😊) (safe to say the universe’s on your side now)

SO SORRY IF THAT WAS TOOOOO LONG AND NGL I FEEL BAD FOR SOOJIN AND THIS SEEMS SO RUSHED AKJDS ANW HOPE Y’ALL LIKED IT :>

#kim taehyung au #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung headcannon #kim taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung au #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #bts au

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kalimagik · 5 years ago

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Trouble in Paradise

(Pt. 2)

Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: some language

A/N: Here is part two of my 100 Followers Celebration Weekend! I hope y’all enjoy reading it and thank you so much for all of the support! Part 3 will be out tomorrow around 4:15 EST! Happy Reading, lovelies <3<3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Y/N felt a million times better after sailing around the Hawaiian island, listening to Haz try to make her laugh, and swimming in different coves. Not to mention, 4 out of those 8 other people were other boys on vacation who kept trying to get Y/N’s attention. That helps a girl gain some confidence back. Haz had to keep stealing that attention back though. He hated the sight of all of these boys drooling all over Y/N.

“Where have you two been?” Tom asked as they strolled onto the beach.

“I decided to see some more of the island, so the concierge suggested this awesome boat tour around the island,” Y/N nonchalantly answered.

“YOU WENT ON A BOAT?” Paddy yelled.

“That we did, Pads! It was absolutely amazing! Except for the fact that people kept trying to take Y/N’s attention from the tour,” Haz played.

“They were not trying to get my attention,” Y/N felt herself blush.

“Who was trying to get her attention?” Tom interjected.

“All of these boys that were vacationing together. It was ridiculous to see them throw themselves at her,” Haz continued.

“Wait, they were? What the heck. That’s gross!” Tom spoke.

“What’s so gross about that Tom?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, Tom. What’s so gross about that?” Jamie followed.

“Just that boys would do that type of thing. Like what the heck, you know?” Tom tried to save himself.

“Tommy, can you come with me to put some more sunscreen on my back?” Jamie asked, but Y/N could sense the iciness in her voice.

As soon as she left, she turned to Haz, “I think that you just got him in trouble…”

“Maybe I will offer to let her sleep in our room…”

“Might be a good idea. You kept me in good company today, soooo I figure a few more laughs each night isn’t so bad,” Y/N laughed.

Harrison left Y/N on the beach as he went to catch up with Tom and his girlfriend.

“Tom! Jamie! Wait up!” Harrison called before mumbling to himself, “wow…I have been telling people to wait for me too much today…”

“What’s up, Haz?” Tom stopped.

“Why don’t you two share our room.”

“Where are you going to sleep?” Tom asked.

“I will just bunk with Y/N. We’ve all had sleepovers before, so it isn’t weird and I’ve already asked her, so it’s fine!”

“Oh…uhhh, okay. Yeah. That would be great…” Tom hesitated a bit.

“Oh my gosh, Harrison! That would be amazing! Oh, Tommy! Now we can spend so much more time together!” Jamie cooed.

“Yeah. Thanks, Haz…” Tom said before turning around to follow Jamie.

Harrison watched as the two of them went into the house, not entirely sure as to why Tom was being all weird, but he figured he could get back to Y/N and the rest of the Hollands. He walked back to Y/N and the other 3 Holland boys playing soccer on the beach. It was a sight that he liked to see.

“Paddy! Paddy! Pass it over to me!” Y/N called, getting the smallest Holland’s attention.

“Here you go, Y/N! OH MY GOSH! SHOOT! SHOOT! AND SCORE! YES Y/N!”

“Harry! How could you leave her wide open?” Sam complained.

“Don’t be blaming me! Common. Let’s start it up again. We can get them this time,” Harry said, putting the ball at the center of their makeshift field.

“Don’t push your luck, boys!” Y/N mocked, high fiving Paddy.

Harrison watched as the twins started off the next play and couldn’t help himself.

“Haz comes in from the sidelines! No one was expecting him! He steals the ball and GOAL!” Haz laughed as he took the ball from Sam and scored.

He ran around in circles before he huddled with Paddy and Y/N, scooping them into his arms to celebrate.

“WE WIN! WE WIN! WE WIN!” Y/N and Paddy chanted and laughed.

Harrison loved this moment, even though Paddy was also in his embrace.

“Alright, winners. How about we celebrate with some dinner?” Nikki stated.

Paddy rushed to his mom’s side, but Haz and Y/N sort of lingered in their embrace. Y/N had no idea what she was feeling, but she pulled away once she started feeling warmth. This was her best friend, plus she didn’t need any more complicated feelings.

“What’s for dinner, Mum?” Sam asked.

“Just this and that. Don’t worry, it’ll be good! Dad ordered out instead of cooking!”

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at that and then run inside. Y/N went to go into her room to grab another cover-up when she passed Tom and now Jamie’s room.

“Tom. Why did you invite that girl?”

“She is one of my best friends. Why wouldn’t I invite her?”

“Isn't it weird to have a girl with your essentially all male family?”

“No. She gets along with everyone great. Besides, we are just friends. No one has ever had feelings for each other. So just relax a little bit, Jamie. Are we okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. It should be fine.”

Y/N felt her heart sink after it had just started to rise again. Tom had never had any feelings for her. Ever. How had she been so stupid? With all of the feelings, she accidentally slammed her door and stood there grimacing, hoping that no one heard her.

*knock, knock, knock*

She knew it was too good to be true.

“Who is it?”

“You know who it is. Plus, it’s my room too...”

“Oh yeah. Come in,” Y/N whispered as she opened the door. “Did you hear that?”

“Well, yes. But, I was on my way in here anyways, love. You weren’t that loud.”

“Okay…that’s good,” Y/N sighed as she slid down onto the floor.

“Hey, hey, hey! I thought we were doing better today. Why don’t you come out and eat some dinner. Then we can take a walk along the beach and maybe watch those Hawaiian stars that you love. How’s that sound?”

Y/N couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips turn up into a smile, “Thanks, Haz. How do you always know what to do?”

“Just because I know you, darlin’. Now, let’s go.”

Y/N followed Haz out of their room and into the kitchen.

“There you two are!” Tom beamed, “Come sit down so we can eat some of this delicious Hawaiian, Chinese takeout!” he laughed.

Y/N was able to get through dinner without any more meltdowns and even better, the next few days were some of the best of her life. She only felt depressed about Tom a few times, but each time, Haz was there to cheer her up. Tom, on the other hand, saw the two spending a lot of time together, sometimes seeing the way Haz would look at Y/N. Although, he was jealous of the time his two best friends spent together and that was really starting to show through with Jamie.

“Tom, Tom! Tommy! Are you paying attention to me?” Jamie snapped as Tom watched Harrison and Y/N in the tidepools, picking up aquatic life.

“Yeah, babe. I am, I am. What were you saying?”

“You aren’t listening! You’re staring at Y/N again. I thought you never had any feelings for her?!”

“I didn’t…I mean, I don’t! My friends are just spending a lot of time together, without me.”

“Well, you’re with me, so isn’t that fine?”

“I don’t know. I guess.”

“TOM!” Jamie yelled before stomping off inside.

Tom followed her inside, and Harrison and Y/N watched the two dash off.

“Think he needed her that badly?” Y/N giggled, finally feeling a little bit better and like she was moving on.

Things were pretty calm for a while in the Hawaiian ocean, until Y/N heard the slamming of a car door.

“What’s that?”

“Jamie! Jamie!” they heard Tom call, “Ah. Whatever. Fuck it!”

Harrison and Y/N saw Tom come around the corner of the house and stomp towards the beach.

“Tom?” Y/N called, “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, it’s fucking nothing. Jamie got mad or whatever and just stormed off,” Tom waved it off.

“Why did she get mad?” Haz asked genuinely.

“She thought that I had feelings or whatever for Y/N and was all pissed that I had invited her, even though Y/N was here first. I told her she was crazy! Y/N is my best friend! I couldn’t have feelings for her! We are like brother and sister!”

And there it was. The last dagger in Y/N’s heart. The one that she felt was breaking it into a million, no a billion pieces. She couldn’t stand here anymore and listen to the person she thought was the love of her life rip her heart out and stomp all over it. She stood up from the sand and ran. She didn’t know where she was going, but hoped that it would get to the opposite side of the island, somewhere where no one could feel or hear her heart shattering.

“What’s wrong with her?” Tom asked cluelessly.

“Are you serious, you div?”

“What?”

“You made that girl fall so hard for you by giving her so much time and attention and never even thought to look at her like the beautiful girl that she is. You strung her along, pulled her into your charm, and left her clinging onto every word or touch that you’ve given her. You only looked at her as a fun person to be around and didn’t see the most beautiful, passionate, funny, bubbly, dedicated, and smart girl in the entire world,” Haz said.

“Haz. What the fuck? You talk about her like you’re in love with her.”

“How would you know what that sounds like?” Harrison shouts.

“BECAUSE I WAS AND HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER!” Tom yelled even louder.

“No you fucking haven’t. If you were, you would’ve done something. She is a once in a lifetime type of girl.”

“I was never good enough for her! How could anyone be good enough for her? She’s perfect! But, you’re in love with her too…aren’t you?” Tom said, finally lowering his voice, “I can see how you look at her…”

“Yeah. I am. I have been falling for her since the moment we saw her in that pub.”

“Well, same. But what can we do about it?”

“I guess we should go find her first? Huh? I can’t stand here and think about her crying somewhere…” Haz trailed off.

“Okay, let’s go,” Tom said, trying to follow Y/N’s footsteps.

“Why did you get a girlfriend if you were in love with her?” Haz had to ask.

“I needed to find something to take my mind off her, but as you two got closer and closer together, I couldn’t stop thinking about her…”

“Then, there is probably something that you need to know before we find her,” Haz sighed.

Tom stopped, curious about what his best friend had to say.

“I was, kinda, sorta, helping her get her mind off of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s been in love with you, but you were too blind to see it. She’s been crazy about you. So, when she obviously chooses you, I’ll try my best not to look upset because she doesn’t know that I’m in love with her.”

“She does? But, she doesn’t?” Tom tried to wrap his mind around all of the hidden feelings being told to him. “How do you know that she’s going to pick me? You’ve been there for her all week and probably every time I was an idiot. You should tell her how you feel.”

“I can’t…because…well, I’ve known her feelings for a while. I can’t take away the moment that would make her so happy…That moment where the one she loves tells her that he loves her too. I’m not going to get that from her…I’m just her best friend.” Harrison hung his head, trying to accept what he was saying.

Tom didn’t get to respond before they saw Y/N sitting at the water line a little ways further. Tom was going to tell Harrison to be the one to talk to her, but she looked over and saw them before he had the chance. She wiped her eyes and turned to the side in hopes that they maybe, possibly didn’t see her. She knew that was too good to be true.

“Y/N! Hey, hey, hey. Stop that…” Haz said as the two boys ran the rest of the distance and sat down on either side of her.

Harrison cupped her face, wiped the rest of the tears, and then pulled her into his chest. By this point in their friendship, he knew how to comfort her.

“Y/N?” Tom whispered.

She lifted her head up from Harrison’s chest, “What?”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t actually mean any of those things. I just couldn’t let her think that I had feelings for you. She was my girlfriend.”

“If you didn’t mean them, then why did you have to say them to me?”

“Because he actually is in love with you,” Haz piped up.

“Haz, no…” Tom tried to interject.

“And he should know that you love him too. You two want each other and should be together. I’ll leave you be for a bit, but not too long…”

Y/N tried to stop Harrison from leaving, but he had already made up his mind. He wanted the girl he loved to be happy. And he knew that his best friend would be the happiest guy in the world if he had the chance to be with a girl like that.

“Tom? Is what he said true?” Y/N asked once Haz walked a distance away.

“Well, yeah. It is. I’ve been falling for you since I met you, but you were and still are too good for me. You’re really going places. I can’t get in the way of that…” Tom tried to explain, hoping all of the words would come, “but…I can’t come here and confess all my feelings, expect you to run into my arms, and not tell you something else…”

Y/N looked at Tom confused.

“I’ve been an utter and complete jerk on numerous occasions, but there was someone who was always there for you, love. Harrison has. Do you know why he does all of that?”

“Because he’s my best friend?”

“Well, that and because he’s also in love with you,” Tom finished.

“No he isn’t! Well, he was…but he told me earlier this week that those feelings are all gone.”

“Y/N. He has watched you fall for me as he fell for you. He watched the person he loves, love someone else and has never said a word…”

“Oh shit…” Y/N said cutting off Tom because she thought of her words to Harrison just a few days earlier, “Tom…I have been a total jerk to Harrison. Shit! I messed things up so badly!”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked, genuinely curious.

“I can’t really explain because it makes me look terrible and I just have to find him,” Y/N blurted out, standing up.

Tom felt his chances with this amazing girl with the E/C eyes begin to fade away until she leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for telling me everything. How you feel, how Harrison feels, and apologizing, but I really have to go find him. Maybe we can talk about this a little more later?” Y/N asked before running off.

“Yeah, okay,” Tom essentially whispered.

He wanted her, he wanted her to be his so badly. He was so stuck on what to feel. This whole thing was a mess. He didn’t want to hurt his best friend. But he didn’t want to lose either person. So, as Y/N ran down the beach, Tom just sat there and tried to come up with something to do.

“Haz?” Y/N said as she knocked on her shared door with Harrison.

“I’m not in here!” Haz called.

“Good try,” Y/N chuckled as she walked in. Now was time for her second hard conversation in one day. “Can I talk to you?”

“Always, darlin’. Where’s Tom? He hasn’t picked you up and carried you into the sunset yet?”

“Haz…” Y/N tilted her head, feeling bad for the boy.

“Why are you here is all I mean to say. No. No. No. Not that, why aren’t you with him?”

“He told me…everything,” Y/N said, trying to gage Harrison’s reaction.

“Hence why he should be carrying you off into the sunset,” Haz scoffed.

“No, Haz. Everything…”

Haz picked his head up, but wasn’t sure whether to be worried or hopeful.

“You told me that you didn’t have any feelings for me anymore…”

“You were feeling so hurt. I couldn’t let you have any more pain or worry in your life. You were so down.”

“Why are you always so sweet to me Haz?”

“Because it’s what you deserve. It’s how everyone should treat you,” Haz said, finally meeting Y/N’s eyes.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that you loved me?”

“For the same reason you didn’t tell Tom that you loved him.”

“Oh…I see…”

“So, why are you here?”

“I…I…I don’t know. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how rude I was to you a few days ago. I didn’t think about what I was saying…”

“Common! Don’t be so hard on yourself! You had no idea! I didn’t tell you!”

“No, Haz. Stop! It was terrible…I was terrible…”

“You could be the worst person in the whole world and I would still think that you’re the best,” Haz chuckled.

“Haz? What do we do from here?” Y/N dared to ask.

“I don’t know love. I honestly don’t know.”

Y/N couldn’t help but lay her head on Harrison’s shoulder and just enjoy being in his presence.

She didn’t know what to do. She was also super confused now. She loved both of these boys, but she didn’t know what feeling went with which boy.

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muwur · 5 years ago

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Hiii and welcome!! May I please request for the lovable annoying baby Hinata who has a HUGE crush on this popular girl in his class and one day she sees him at the mall or something and rushes to him begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend because there’s a group of guys that won’t leave her alone and that’s when she finally realizes that this gorgeous sweetheart exists and Hinata is just on cloud 9 the entire time but then he remembers it’s all fake :((((( teeeee

✿ pretend boyfriend pt. 1

♡ scenario ♡ for hinata

❧ fem reader

✎ 3.2k words

a/n: aw hello ty for the welcome <3 also this request made me cackle AAHAHAHAHA. also this format is interesting lolol, im so indecisive about how i want it

anyways, hope u enjoy hehe >.> this came out a lot longer than i had originally planned but did i even have a plan in the first place buut i aint complaining LOL

also yes theres going to be a pt 2 firhfnxfwifj hehe

requests: open! pls bbys dun b shy i have summer skool soon fml i need this to make me procrastinate on work LMAO

-having been preoccupied with volleyball, crushes never crossed Hinata’s mind

-however, he was about to find out that he was quite clueless when it came to love

-he found himself speeding to school on his bike one morning, riding at breakneck speed to try to make it on time

-ahhhh, i was so excited about the first day of going to karasuno and seeing their volleyball team that i couldnt sleep until 4 am...!

-that explains why he overslept

-lost in his thoughts, he nearly failed to notice the girl who was walking in front of him

-and so, at the very last minute, he swerved. i nto a tree.

- “oh my gosh! are you okay??”

-if he wasn’t okay before, now he’s cURED because the most beautiful girl was looking down at him with an outstretched hand, concern in her eyes

-he jumped up instead and waved his arms in front of himself, blushing and nodding, “y-yeah, I’m fine! don’t worry about me, a-are you okay??”

- “you’re the one who crashed into the tree!” you responded with shock as you moved to pick up his bike off the ground (luckily, it was undamaged)

-he took the handlebars after you offered them to him

-you frowned slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve watched where i was going. are you hurt?”

-he was too busy gawking at you to realize his head started bleeding

-cue you yelling frantically “y-your head! it’s bleeding!” and rushing him to the nurse’s office

-in his head: ‘i-im holding her hand’

-nearly combusted on spot

-and that was how he met you

-later he found out he actually shared the same class with you!

-though you never seemed to notice LOL

-you sat on the opposite side of the room, closer to the front of the class

-he sat all the way in the back, so it’s not like you would’ve really seen him but it was the perfect spot for hinata to stare at you and not pay attention to class

-and during breaks or when the teacher left the room for a few minutes, everyone around you would try to spark up a conversation with you

-oh how he wished he could make you smile and laugh like that too

-and whenever he saw you outside of class, he hid immediately (behind walls, doors, lockers, people *coughkageyamacough* “hinata boke!”, etc) and admired you from afar, way too nervous to approach you after your first encounter several weeks ago

-he just kNOWS he’ll do something stupid and end up a stuttering, blushing mess

-besides, you probably forgot who he was ;((

-one day at lunch, he hid behind yamaguchi, who was confused until he followed hinata’s intent gaze to your form, which was walking by in front of the pair

-kageyama, who also took notice, smiled devilishly

- “pfffft, she’d never glance your way”

- tsukki deadpanned, “you don’t stand a chance. she’s way too pretty for you and people are lining up just to talk to her”

-cue hinata fighting kags n tsukki, blushing and with tears pricking at his eyes

- “aw, guys, don’t be so mean, I think he just has a crush!” yams snickered what an angel (no i am not in love w this man)

-one weekend, hinata was out in a nearby shopping area to get some snacks for natsu cuz she wouldn’t stop bugging him about it (“you ate the rest of my candy, so you have to go get me some more!”)

-as he was leaving the store, hand in his bag, he felt a tug on his sleeve and heard a “psst”

-some higher being must’ve blessed him that day because here he was, face to face with the girl who’s been on his mind everyday for several weeks

-sdgfhjkljihyuitufjhk

-error.exe

-he opened his mouth to say something, maybe like a:

-“h-hey! you look familiar, I totally don’t know your name or think about you before i sleep at night, s-so hOWS the weather???”

-but before he could humiliate himself speak, you gave him a small smile and asked, “aren’t you the guy i took to the nurse after you crashed into that tree?”

- “y-yeah, that was me!” he stuttered out

-he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but he could feel his palms get sweaty and his body quiver with pANIC

-you stifled a giggle with your hand (hinata: so cute dfghjfgljkl) "im glad to see you’re doing well. sorry, i never introduced myself. my name’s y/n, what’s yours?”

-you extended your hand as a greeting

-yet all he could do was stare at it, dumbfounded

-the two brain cells he owned said we ouTTIE

- “my name’s hinata!” he yelled dramatically for no reason. “sorry, my hand’s a bit sweaty, otherwise i would shake yours!” so instead, he bent forward in a bow

-eyes wide at his sudden outburst and gesture, you laughed in response and waved a hand, “it’s okay, really! nice to meet you again, hinata”

-a few moments of silence passed by, he was still bending over, and you were looking at your surroundings awkwardly

-risking a glance up, he caught a nervous expression on your face, and it made his eyebrows furrow in concern

- “hey, are you okay?” he asked as he straightened his body

-nice. smooth and direct.

-you sheepishly looked at the ground and absentmindedly itched the side of your head, twirling a strand of hair with your finger

- “this is kinda embarrassing, but um... could you do me a favor? i promise it’s nothing too bad!”

-little do you know he would literally do aNYthing for you right now

- “of course!” he replied a little too quickly. “w-what is it?”

- “soooo, i ran into these guys from school earlier, and they won’t stop bothering me, especially this one guy. a lot of girls like him and think he’s cool, but he’s such a jerk! i honestly don’t know what they see in him. he’s been so insistent on dating me the past few weeks that i try to avoid him as much as possible...”

-you shyly looked up at him and he had to refrain from exploding

- “could you please, uh, pretend to be my boyfriend?”

-b-b-b-boYFrIeNd??

- “y-y-y-your b-b-b-boyf-f-friend?” he managed to sputter

-you clasped your two palms together in front of your face like a prayer and leaned forward slightly, closing your eyes. “just for today, i promise! i remember you were really sweet when i first met you, so i thought i could ask you! i need to get a few things and i know he’s still around here, so i might run into him and his friends again. also, earlier, i uh... kinda told him i had a boyfriend to see if he would back off, but i think it just made him angrier...”

-you were talking a bit too fast for hinata’s nonexistent brain to process, but he got the gist

-basically, he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of some guy that wouldn’t leave you alone

-it almost sounded like a dream come true

-except for the fact this was all fake and he wasn’t actually your boyfriend

-BUT HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU AND PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING HE WANTED TO BE

-AND PROTECT YOU

-AND HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU

-but...

- “err, how do i do that?”

-you looked back up at him questioningly. “do what?”

-he looked off to the side in embarrassment. “w-well, i’ve never really dated anyone, so i’m not sure how to act and make it believable...”

-you clasped his hands making him even more flustered and jumped up in excitement

- “so you’ll do it??”

-he could only manage to nod in response

- “great! ahhhh, thank you so much! you don’t know how much i appreciate this! as for the acting... well, we just have to do couple-y things. y’know, hold hands, stand close to one another, feed each other, take pictures together, kiss, all that stuff. just follow my lead!”

-did his ears deceive him?

-did you just say

-kISS??

-he?? was going to get?? to?/ kisS yOu?//dfokgjif

-he definitely looked like an idiot right now

-wide eyes glazed over, mouth opened slightly for the soul leaving his body, a grey and sickly pale complexion, stomach twisting from nerves and butterflies

-noya and tanaka would be so jealous

-and possibly kill him so they could replace him as your pseudo boyfriend

- “hinata? what’s wrong, d-did i say something?”

-your concerned voice brought him back to earth

-gazing into your cute, confused eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled

- ‘im acting so uncool right now! y/n needs my help!’

-he mustered up the courage to flash you a determined smile and a thumbs up. “i’ll be the best fake boyfriend you could ever ask for!”

-you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat

-you chuckled at his genuine display and smiled back. “then in that case, would you mind tagging along as i pick up a few things?”

-he could barely hold himself together when you clasped his hand and scooted close to him

-so close he could smell a pleasant scent wafting from you

- ‘i cant believe this is happening im holding her hand agAIN was this meant to be—‘

-and then his mind went blank for like the hundredth time in the last several minutes

-he followed you around, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart and ignore the warmth that remained on his cheeks

-how could you be so calm when you two were holding hands for so long?? (kags: it means she doesnt like u)

-he was both elated and terrified at the same time

-hinata couldn’t help but relish the way your fingers felt interlocked with your own

-how you slightly swung your arms together as you walked

-the way your eyes shone as you talked so casually with him

-the crinkle of your eyes and the sweet sound of your laugh when he said something that was apparently funny

- ‘fjjkdjnf i made her laugh‘

-he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair brushed your face when you leaned forward to inspect an item on a shelf

- “this is kinda cute, don’t you think?” you held up a small plush of a hedgehog

- “y-yeah, adorable!” but i’m not talking about the hedgehog

-it was no surprise to him, really, to see why you were so popular with everyone

-what’s not there to like? aside from your stunning beauty and intelligence, you were naturally charming and radiated an aura that just drew others in

-two hours passed and you both ended up sitting at a table, hands linked together across the table’s surface

- “ah, i need to answer this,” you breathed out, letting go of his hand to rummage your bag and answer your ringing phone

-ngl his hand was already getting cold and he missed your touch

-after a few nods and short replies, you ended the call and stood up

- “well, now that i’ve gotten everything, i have to head home now. ..”

- “oh... i-i mean, oh, alright! uhh, it was nice um, shopping with you!”

-his heart sank a bit now that this blissful time had come to an end

-disappointment seeped in hello darkness my old friend

-you, too, were a bit dismayed. you never expected to have enjoyed your time with him that much

-how come you never saw him at school? you definitely would’ve loved to get to know him more...

- “y-yeah, i had a good time, too! er, shopping, i mean! thanks again for following me around, though. you’re really sweet, hinata. i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help...”

- ‘come on, this is your chance!’

-boyo took another deep breath and opened his mouth to say, “y/n, could we do this again som--”

- “y/n! heyyy, i’ve been looking for you, sweet cheeks!”

-you both whipped around to see a group of guys approaching your table

-quickly, you pulled hinata close to you and whispered in his ear, “act natural.”

-nAtUral?????

-nodding, he stood up straighter and hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist

-then stiffened in fear when you were both surrounded by a group of guys who were all way taller than him

-you gave the boys a suspicious eye and scooted closer into hinata’s touch

-“what do you want? for the last time, i am not going out with you. don’t you know anything about respecting other people? besides, i’m already with someone,” you huffed

-the one in the front cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you two

-he had silky dark hair, smooth skin, a captivating gaze, and a smirk that could creep right under your skin

-“you expect me to believe small fry’s your boyfriend? him? with YOU? you could do so much better, buttercup. I could make you feel so good.”

-hinata could tell this guy was bad news. really bad news. he was the type who wouldn’t take no for an answer

- ‘ahhh, what do i do?? if i just stand here, he’s gonna keep harassing her! and possibly even hurt her...’

-the guy inched closer to you, much to your obvious discomfort as you stepped back, and he reached out to touch your cheek

-but hinata was quicker, and he slid in front of you before the guy could lay a finger on you

- “leave her alone! she obviously wants nothing to do with you.”

-the fiery glint in his eye was almost enough to make the other guy back off, but his pride wouldn’t let him

-angry, he instead grabbed fistfuls of hinata’s collar and spat in his face, “say that again, shorty.”

-hinata continued to stare into the other guy’s eyes daringly and grabbed a hold of his wrist in response

- “she said no. quit harassing a girl who’s made it clear she’s not interested, or else.”

- “or else what.”

-his grip on the guy’s wrist tightened and his eyes sharpened. “you’ll have to get through me, first.”

- “tch,” the taller male scoffed. he let go of hinata, pushing him back and glaring as he did so. then he glanced over at you still standing behind the orange-haired boy

- “bet you’ll get bored of shortstack over here soon enough. i’ll be waiting,” he remarked with a wink

-then he and his friends turned and walked away, disappearing from view

-hinata, who’s been running on pure adrenaline during this whole encounter, then collapsed on the floor from all the excitement and terror he tried to contain

- “h-hinata?!” you gasped, using your arms to support his sluggish body

- “ahhh... i thought he’d at least swing at me, but i got lucky...”

-he sounded breathless

-however, the last thing he expected was the soft press of your lips on his cheek

- “thank you, hinata. i really appreciate the way you stood up for me back there. no one’s ever really done that for me.”

-how many times can you die and come back to life in the same day?? p sure hinata’s broken the record for that by now

- “o-o-o-of course! i couldn’t just let him keep thinking that going after you like this is o-okay! i-i didn’t even do much, i-i mean you’ve been standing up to this guy for weeks, this was the least i could do to help--”

-and you were huGGING HIM

-he awkwardly returned the gesture, eyes wide with shock as he patted your back

- “i mean it. thank you. i hope he backs off, but...” you bit your lip and pulled away

- “w-what’s wrong...?”

-you sighed. “i have a feeling he’s still going to be bothering me for a while. i hate to ask this of you, but...”

- “could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit longer? at least until he gets the hint and stops...?”

-did this mean...

- ‘dating’ you at scHOOL???

-kageyama and tsukki will never let him live it down, he could already imagine their comments

- “why’d she pick you of all people for this job?? you’re so?? you???”

- “couldn’t she have chosen to be with someone more believable??”

-he shook his head from his thoughts

- “i-is that a no?” you asked worriedly

- “n-no! i mean, yes! i mean, ignore that! i can pretend for as long as you need, y/n.”

- “ahhh, thank you so much, hinata! i promise i’ll treat you to something in return!” you brought him back in a hug, swaying side to side in glee

-you both stood up after you let go. “we should exchange numbers!” you suggested

- ‘oh my gawd, im getting her number rdftegiuofref’

-tanaka and noya would be so proud tho

-you quickly typed down your contact information on his phone before handing it back to him. “alright, here you go, just give me a text! i have to go now.”

-you picked up your bags and gave him a parting smile. “i’ll see you at school! get home safe!”

-and with that, you were on your way

-he stood there and watched as you left, holding onto the cheek you had kissed earlier

-he couldn’t believe it

extra:

-he had texted you after he got home, giggling like a lovesick preteen (was he not thooo LOL) as he was reading your messages and sharing memes with you

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : oh ye btw, who’s your teacher? also, where do you usually hang out? just so i know where to find you. i never c u around school for som reason

me: oh rlly? thats strange... (pretending like he doesnt hide from you lol) im usually in the courtyard during lunch or in the gym for volleyball practice, and i have class with ms. akio

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : WE’RE IN THE SAME CLASS??? omg im so sorry, i never noticed :((

me: oh no its okay! i sit all the way in the back, so

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : well, i’ll make sure to greet you next time :) ! we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more now, so

-he was still smiling like an idiot when natsu burst open his bedroom door

- “where’s my candy?!”

-shit, you probably took it with all your other bags by accident

- “uhhh....”

- “shoyooooo! you owe me, big time!”

-he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i’ll buy you twice as much tomorrow.”

-he went back to typing away at his phone

-natsu raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “whatcha doinnn?”

- “nothing, go away.”

- “you’ve been on your phone all day!”

- “and?”

- “are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?”

- “n-no!”

- “then why are you blushinggg?? moommm! shoyo has a girlfriend!” then she added to her brother, “can i see her?? is she pretty??”

-he just groaned, putting a hand up to his face to cover his blush, and nodded

a/n: OKAY this def took me longer than i thot AAHAHA but no ragrets. ty for your request, anon, i rlly enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it! there will be a part 2, ill try to get that done soon >.> stay tuned hehe. msg me or send me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist cx <3 have a great day or night, lovelies, wherever you are

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shoyo #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #requests

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boku-no-loveletters · 5 years ago

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(1/3?)Hi! Idk if you're still doing match ups but I was wondering if i could get a prohero match up pls! If not, please feel free to ignore my ask, I completely understand and hope you're resting 💕 if soooo-I’m a straight cis Hispanic female that’s 5ft tall, I have wide hips, big butt/thighs, my top half ain’t special tho and I have black hair/bangs and dark brown eyes+glasses! I’m a cancer with an INFP personality, I’m shy and closed off at first but as I get used to you I open up.

Also, my favorite season is fall, I have been told that I have a motherly, clownery, therapist type of vibe. I’m stubborn, not big on commitment (when I commit tho, I COMMIT) My ideal date is napping, eating our junk foods and watching anime and movies! I’m a cancer sun, Leo moon and Libra rising. I’m an introvert and Hufflepuff.

I’m shy and closed off at first but as I get used to you, I open up. I like sleep, anime and boys (But I like anime bois more than real ones :( )…I also have daddy issues…the following info has nsfw/sfw, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, feel free to ignore it! My hobbies include dancing and singing! My turn on: Love and understanding (Nfsw-degradation and praise/daddy kink)-(I base my love life off of Disney movies and Wattpad)

LAST ONE! Turn offs: not willing to understand that I need space to cope with my moodiness. (NFSW-someone that doesn’t care about my consent!) I’m the type of person that tends to want to listen more than I want to talk. I’m always on TikTok cuz crackheads things. My names Larissa, but my friends prefer “Dummy”, “idiot, ”, or clown cus even though I may be book smart, I am very stupid. THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IF YOU DO CHOOSE TO DO THIS, MAKE SURE YOU DRINK WATER, REST AND PLS EAT!

Heyo, I did your match-up!

-I had a lot of fun with this one! I enjoyed reading your description and being really specific helped me determine which Hero was better for you. At first, I was torn between All might and Hawks since they both seemed to be really laid back in certain activities they do, but hawks and you seemed to have similar interests and similar attitudes.

-I felt that Hawks would like someone with an attitude like his, laid back and idealistic, yet healing and therapeutic. Hawks needs someone that he can confide in since he goes through a ton of pressure daily despite not looking like it. Having someone that is gentle to a level where he can let his guard down is important, trust is important for him. Plus, what kind of relationship is it if you don’t trust your partner?

-I think he would absolutely adore planning out little dates that specifically involved only you and him since he just wants some time with his girl alone, but if you asked him that you wanted to go out he wouldn’t mind at all. I think that he’d like Movie marathons with take out KFC more since that just kinda sounds like his thing. I think there’s also a really high probability that he’d like anime too, but I think he’d be a fan of sports animes like Haikyuu!

-Hawks is a thinker and I think he’d be more than happy to give you your space since he understands how much some people, like him, need their alone time or a break depending on your mood.

-If you dance and you sing, then you already have your number one supporter on your hands. This man will cheer you on and/or secretly videotape you doing one of your most beloved activities without you noticing and when you’re done, he will come to you and show you how beautiful you look or sound and compare it with the other videos he took of you.

-He has a hard time deciding which one is going to be his new ringtone, he thinks it’s nice waking up and hearing you singing before he gets ready for the day.

-Daddy issues? No worries! The number 3 pro hero, to the rescue! He will try as many humorous antics as he can to get your mind off of family problems, sometimes he'll go in for a scare to completely snap you out of the subject if it takes your attention away from more important things.

I think that the way you guys meet would be by pure coincidence, You are another citizen of the city while he was the number three hero, it ‘s bound to happen by some point unless of course, you both were known to come to a common place that you loved.

Ah, yes. Today was a Friday, AKA the perfect today to start on another one of your most favored series along with various amounts of snacks that you are sure will mess up your stomach afterward. But hey, who cares about that? It’s the weekend! That means no work, no worries, and certainly no more bothersome people!

You took in a deep breath and smiled happily, content that your day of work was already over which left you the remaining of the last day of your workweek and the rest of Saturday and Sunday! Your right hand gently steering the wheel of your vehicle while your left hand held the small wad of cash for the food that you were using for something special.

You pulled up to the parking lot of the convenience store, picking up your purse and stepping out of the car with your money already in your hand. The door opened ahead of you with a small ding, revealing the rows of food and the clerks' desk upfront.

You scanned over the store’s range and noticed how weirdly empty it was, not a lot of customers were present at the moment though the woman already at the front desk looked oddly excited. Maybe it was someone important? Well, it was probably none of your business anyways, you’re just a customer after all so you just paid attention to what you came here for.

Fried chicken. Hell yeah.

Fried chicken along with potato chips and drinks was the main ingredient for a great marathon to where you could binge-watch all the episodes you wanted. ALL the episodes, although your parents would probably scold you for your unhealthy habits, as you said before, you could care less.

So you began walking down the aisles, dragging your finger over the tags to look for your favorite brand of chips under their company name all the while obliviously ignoring the floating crimson object that drifted across the air.

You then felt a little tickle at your neck at which you swiped to the back of your head and grabbed what appeared to be..a feather? Which was strangely familiar as it was red too.

The only red feather you had ever seen was that of a certain famous hero's wings and it's not like he'd pick such a low profile store to get some food, right? But then you really couldn't think of him any less based on the current decisions you're making right now.

Just as you were about to inspect the small little feather, it zoomed from out of your grasp and flew ahead over the aisles. By then, you had finally paid attention to the conversations that carried over the wave of food and products.

You craned your neck over to look at the superintendent and... a man?

Much to your surprise, it was the number three pro hero, Hawks! His cheerful demeanor was just as laid-back as ever. His blonde hair was slicked back with a few stray locks framing his face while he donned a leather jacket and matching black pants for an outfit.

Your mouth was wide open in surprise, what a coincidence! You were right! So you leaned in quietly and began listening in on their conversations, being sure not to make yourself get exposed and labeled as another one of Hawk's stir crazy fangirls.

Your ears then picked up on Hawk's smooth yet rough voice, the volume of his speech echoing across the store as he asked a certain thing about the manager's day or what he'd thought about doing all the while digging through his pocket, both front and back.

He must've been looking for something...like money.

You clasped a hand over your mouth to silence yourself from laughing before you were caught. The number three pro hero, Hawks, had forgotten money to buy some things at the store...which was fried chicken.

Respectable choice, a faith that you had to save a fellow chicken eater from.

So you quietly walked over to their positions, being mindful not to interrupt their conversation and gently tugged on Hawk's jacket. He gradually turned around and met your gaze directly with just a hint of surprise and turbulence.

"Oh, hey! Another fan? You need me to sign something of yours?" he spoke in a cheerful manner to which you simply shook your head and brought his hand to yours and put in a couple wads of cash before walking out of the store and waving him and the superintendent goodbye.

Perhaps another time would be better, you could always wait for your paycheck and get a much higher paying. 'Yeah, that'd be much better than that shabby amount.' you thought to yourself while bringing your purse closer to your chest in giddiness and opening the door to your automobile.

He was confused for a moment before he brought his attention to his hand and gently opened it. The slips of cash you left in his care were just the amount he had been missing to get himself a quick snack ere going back to his house.

He felt a small blush creep up his neck when the realization hit him, you must've seen his crappy attempt at finding some random change in his pocket when you were just a few aisles behind him in the store.

So, wasting no time to say his thanks, he quickly paid for his food and said his goodbyes before rushing to the front of the store and catching your vehicle leave just at the last moment.

He used his large vermillion wings to wave to you while you left and hazily watched your car leave to the next street on the highway. How oddly nice of a citizen to give him some spare cash, maybe he'd repay you the next time you came around...that is, if he could find you.

-So after that, Hawks did manage to find you the next time around and he did keep his promise of returning your fair share of money. Although the other times you guys did meet up around the store was when you returned to get more snacks and he was simply buying more chicken, claiming that the store had good quality food.

-He tries to make small talk with you either by using the fact that he doesn’t have enough money as an excuse or that he’s just simply another pro hero passing by and checking in on his favorite citizen.

-The time when you guy’s actually agreed to dating was by him confessing and using chicken drumsticks as a gift for your first date. It worked.

-Both You and Hawks have energy that matches each other, you practically fit like puzzle pieces based on how I view it. You both share similar views on how the world could work if it would differ on a creative basis or when you know how to take a break from certain things and just be in each other’s presence.

-He tries to get as many breaks as he can from doing hero work, so if he consults his agencies about how much time he’s missing being away from you, he’ll try and send little trinkets from his workplace to you and let you know he’ll be home sooner or later.

NSFW!

-Now, this guy has the DNA of a hawk, you can definitely expect him to randomly go into phrases involving sexual matters such as mating season and i’d imagined that would happen mostly around the spring with the summer sometimes being an exception.

-Hawks is that one bitch that prays before eating you out, I will not hold a discussion for this. HE IS THAT BITCH and NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE.

-Oh, a daddy kink you say? Hawks is going to enjoy this. No doubt this man here is going to get rough in the bedroom and he will waste absolutely no energy on you. Just one slip up of calling him that name and he will ravage into the bed mattress.

-If you’re really into making him wait a bit before actually getting into bed, this man will praise your body throughout the whole session as if he had never had a drip of pleasure in his life.

Hope you liked your match-up!

@animeboihoe

#Hawks mha #Keigo Takami #Takami Keigo #Hawks #bnha #mha match-ups

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aalissy · 5 years ago

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Day 18 is done! Hurray! I’ve really been enjoying Lukanette February this month! It’s been soooo much fun hehe. I hope you all have been liking my prompts too <3

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Marinette grinned as she sat in on one of Kitty Section’s practices. Her head was buried in a sketchbook as she poured over some new designs for the group members. Rose’s voice radiated throughout the small stage as she screeched into her microphone.

That girl has got an amazing vocal range, Marinette shook her head to herself. Her lips quirked as she thought back to when she first heard the girl sing. Hearing the girl’s loud, metal roar conflicted harshly with the quiet, softspoken Rose that she knew. From there, her thoughts drifted to Luka and the first time that she had heard him play. She distinctly recalled her eyes fluttering shut as he told her that he was playing a song that he could hear within her heart. Shyly, Marinette picked her head up to look at the boy when their gazes connected. A deep, red blush spread across her cheeks before she shot him a bright smile. Luka winked back at her and she practically shoved her nose back into her sketchbook. Her heart skipped a beat before it pounded loudly, making it hard to even hear Rose over the roaring in her ears.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of the fluttery feelings in her chest and focus on her designs when Luka’s voice broke through her haze, “Alright guys, I think it’s time for us to take a break. I don’t want Marinette’s head to fall off.”

Her face shot up as an indignant shout left her, “Hey!”

“Sorry Mari, but it’s true,” he came closer to her, chuckling teasingly, “If your head was buried any further in that book of yours, you’d lose it.”

Marinette’s lips pursed and her eyes narrowed, “I’m trying to design some new outfits for you guys, but if you don’t want them...” she trailed off with a smug smirk.

Luka looked down at her book excitedly, “Can I see?”

“No,” she stuck her tongue out petulantly before snapping the book closed, “It’s only for people who are nice to me.”

“I am nice to you!” he said in mock offense, “Now give it here,” he leaned down, picking her up and swinging her around.

Marinette squealed, squirming as she tried to break free from his arms, “No! Luka! Stop!”

“Never!” the musician laughed with her even as he tried to grab the book out of her hands.

A throat clearing from behind them startled the two and their gazes darted over to the band. They were stood, small smiles teasing at the edges of their lips as they watched the two. Juleka’s eyebrow rose before she spoke, “You guys realize we’re still here, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luka flushed, his face turning a light pink before he put Marinette back down.

Her own face was the shade of a tomato before she brushed her dress off daintily. With a shy giggle, Marinette smiled at the group, “You guys did really well today! Are you looking forward to your next concert?”

“Thanks, Marinette! I think we’re all really excited for it,” Rose chirped rather hoarsely before clearing her throat, “I’m going to get some water, Juleka would you like to come with me?”

The tall, dark-haired beauty nodded before following after the other girl. Her eyes moved curiously over to Ivan who was talking on the phone, presumably to Mylène, before she turned back to Luka. His eyes glimmered mischievously in the sunset as he looked down at her, “Can I look at your designs yet?”

“You can see them when I’ve finished. I want it to be a surprise,” Marinette giggled before chewing her lip nervously, “I should probably start heading home. It’s getting late.”

“I’ll walk you back,” he quickly slid off the guitar strap and carefully placed it down on a seat before grabbing her hand. Her cheeks warmed but she let him guide her off the boat hand-in-hand.

“You’re only doing this so that you can get a sneak peek, aren’t you?” she teased.

Luka hummed thoughtfully, giving her hand a quick squeeze, “That and I love spending extra time with you alone.” Marinette glanced up at him from beneath her lashes shyly, grinning at him.

The walk didn’t seem that long as they slowly walked, laughing and talking together. It was when she finally spotted the bakery up ahead that she realized it was almost time for her and Luka to part ways. With a quiet sigh, she turned to him after they arrived at her doorstep.

“I hope the rest of your night goes well,” she glanced up at him, tapping her index fingers together nervously.

“You too, Marinette,” he leaned down to brush a kiss against her cheek. The designer watched him get a few steps away before he turned back to shout at her, “You are coming to the concert this weekend, right?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss that for anything!” she yelled back.

“Oh, and don’t think I’m giving up on seeing those fancy costume ideas of yours! I’ll get my hands on your book one way or the other!”

“Good luck!” Marinette laughed back at him she turned back into the bakery with a happy sigh. Time to get to work refining those sketches, she glanced down at the book clutched in her arms.

#lukanette #lmfeb2020 #lukanettefebruary2020 #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fanfic

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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Do you have a pair of Beat headphones? I used to have a pair. I mean it’s still around in my closet, but it’s completely broken now with the cable all given out and the cushion for the left ear has been missing for a while. I just don’t have the heart to throw it out because it was my absolute favorite pair of headphones that gave me good memories during a particularly shitty time in high school.

How was your week? A little better. I’ve gotten into the groove at work so I’m no longer shy when it comes to asking questions and giving inputs, and I’ve gained a better grasp of the workplace’s dynamic so it’s also been easier to communicate with people. Heavy life stuff is still around and it won’t be leaving for a while, but they were easier to ignore this week.

Are any of your electronics not working properly at the moment? Not really, but my phone’s charger cable recently stopped working. I have a backup that I’m using at the moment and while it’s able to charge my phone, it’s starting to fray and I’m not feeling too good about the wires that I’m starting to see hahaha. I just don’t know how to take care of my cables, guys. Anyway, this question made me paranoid so I took a few minutes to wrap a shit ton of electrical tape on the frayed area so I think it’s all good for now.

Are you excited to pick out your wedding dress one day? I like thinking about my wedding but I truthfully dread the wedding gown part. I’ve never been able to decide what look and style suits me best and I’ve just never been good at determining things like that. I like to imagine that I’d leave that bit to whoever my maid of honor will be, because I’d definitely prize a second opinion more than my own.

When was the last time you felt relieved? Yesterday, 6 PM when I exited the last Google Meet for the day. It was a Friday night and it meant my work week was over :)) I mean I love what I do, but Friday nights will always hit differently.

Does it bother you when an artist remakes a song that one has previously done? I wouldn’t say it bothers me but covers are definitely a hit or miss for me, with way more misses than hits. Nothing wrong with acts putting their own spin on an already existing song, but I’m personally the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” type when it comes to music.

What brand of chapstick do you use? I don’t use any mainly because I’m bound to lose them within a week. Same goes for other care products.

Do you really think someone could be perfect? No. Everyone has their flaws and that should be okay to acknowledge.

When was the last time you cried? Wednesday, I think. It’s been three days! I’d count that as an achievement. But idk, my sadness comes in waves so I shouldn’t be celebrating too early. I’m sure I’ll feel a pang soon and be crying again over the weekend.

What’s a food that you like every once in awhile but not often? Cake. Too sweet and rich; I wouldn’t enjoy eating it every day. What letter is the song you’re listening to under? Not listening to music, but I have a YouTube video on.

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s? 60s would be the lesser evil, I guess. I would NOT want to live through Martial Law in the 70s...I originally wasn’t even going to go with 60s because I think the world was a bit chaotic at the time, but I think my country was mostly unaffected by the political/cultural things happening then so it’s whatever.

Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs? I don’t actively seek them out but it feels nice when someone likes me enough to extend their arms out to me for a hug. I haven’t been hugged for a while and I feel kinda empty.

Do your socks say anything on them? I think some of my socks have the brand name on them but that’s it.

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it. AMC.

Have you found out who your true friends are? For now, yes.

Gray or Grey? I use both spellings for no particular context. I simply like changing it up lol.

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? LOL of course not. And I’m very picky when it comes to concerts that I choose to attend anyway, so I doubt I would’ve bought any tickets in the last six months even without Covid unless it was for Paramore or Beyoncé.

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it? Nope, but everyone was hyping that movie up when it came out. It never really looked like my thing < Yeah pretty much. I feel like it’s such a teenage-y movie so I was never drawn to it. I also think it would be too triggering for my depression, so I’ve felt wary about checking both book and movie out.

Is there something you’d fall apart if you didn’t have? One of my biggest fears is to end up alone, so I always have to have some form of a support system to fall back into. I would be very lost if I didn’t have at least one person to rely on.

How many weddings have you been to? I can think of four off the top of my head. I was either a flower girl or a junior bridesmaid for all of those.

When you smile, are you confident? Most times I am; I like to smile. But sometimes I smile just to fake it and avoid any questions.

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? Yesss, all the time. I’ve always been all about following the rules and I’ve never seen the appeal in breaking them. That makes me sound boring but at least I’ve never gotten in serious trouble lol.

Was the weather beautiful today? For me it is, but only because I like the rain and cloudy weather. Others might find it bleak and sad, but I feel right at home.

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? Yeah, all year long.

Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? If I had my dream modern/brutalist home, grey would be soooo fucking perfect for the bedroom.

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? I’m open to it, but I don’t think it’ll be a good match for my black hair as both are darker shades as it is. If I could dye my hair I’d pick lighter colors like green or even go all the way to blonde.

Have you ever gone to a private school? Yeah, from kindergarten all the way to high school. Private schools here typically give a better quality of education and they don’t give off the for-lazy-spoiled-kids vibe that I always hear from private schools in other countries, which makes them the norm for middle and upper-middle class families.

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? I have other favorite animated movies, but that doesn’t stop me from loving Finding Nemo. :) I would always tune in for the whole thing if it were on.

Does/Did your school have a uniform? I had to wear one in my first school, but I didn’t need one for college.

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? No TV where I am. I think my parents are watching a movie on their TV, but it’s on Netflix rather than a channel.

Does your house have security cameras? It does not.

Does a popsicle sound good right now? Eh, I guess it sounds fine but I’d rather have a pint of ice cream. I think that fits better with the weather and the mood that I’m in today.

What’s your favorite exercise workout? My weight training class last year was a lot of fun. I always felt dead after every session haha but I definitely felt healthier. I wish the semester had gone on longer just for that one class.

What’s your favorite thing to do? Lol I love doing many different things < Same lmao this question is so vague??? My favorite thing to do these days is binge-watch Rhett and Link content, but I like doing so many other things too.

What did you do for your 17th birthday? I was with Gabie that day and we went to a local art museum, as well as to a restaurant that she had wanted to take me to.

Does your local Walmart have benches in them to rest? We don’t have Walmarts.

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up? I never had stuffed animals. Well I was given a few of them as gifts, but I was never into them and they always ended up being owned by my sister.

If your house was haunted, what would you do? Not even think about it. Just show them that I couldn’t care less, lol.

Are you good at swimming? I can do a few strokes and am pretty good at treading, but I'm prone to panic-kicking when I can tell that the water is too deep.

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? Slow internet is such a pain in the ass. Shouldn’t even have to be an issue in 2020 anymore.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? Cat-called, whistled at, winked at, lunged at. One good thing about this lockdown is that I haven’t had to deal with men as much as I used to. Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out? Well I only have one layer of bedsheet and it’s the one that covers up the mattress, so it’s tucked in by default. I have a blanket to cover me up when I’m cold.

What do you do to fall asleep faster? I find a few videos to watch as that tends to make me feel sleepy the quickest.

Do you carry a bottle of water wherever you go? I used to have a tumbler/water bottle in college but I forgot it at the gym one day and when I came back for it, somebody already stole it :( It was such a handy water bottle because it kept my water cold all day, so it sucks that I lost it. I’m planning to buy the same model again soon.

Are you afraid that one day you might get cancer? It doesn’t really run in my family save for one grand-aunt who had cancer, so I’m not too worried. But I’ve accepted the fact that it is at least a possibility.

Are you a fast or slow walker? I like being in the middle. Slow walkers are annoying so I try not to be one, and walking fast just reminds me of my mom and how quickly she walks at malls when she’s supposed to be spending time with her family lol.

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? No. They all fit me just fine.

Does it bother you when people’s underwear hangs out? Eghhh, it really does. I know it shouldn’t but it really does. I just feel like it’s so invasive and it gives me a lot of secondhand embarassment.

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? Not really. I like staying safe with my hair. The most daring thing I’ve done with it is get bangs tbh, and I don’t plan on going any further than that.

When’s your birthday? April 21st.

What age do you look forward to reaching? I don’t feel that way about any age. Whenever I reach ultimate satisfaction and security will be a good enough age for me.

Name a state that begins with the letter M. Minnesota.

What’s the first thing you do after a car accident? Think about how to tell my parents. D:

What do you use to get rid of bad breath? Brush my teeth, drink water.

What exercise do you hate the most? Pull-ups.

What do you do at a party? Drink, socialize, tell stories, eat allllllll the food ha.

#survey #surveys

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mfingenius · 6 years ago

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Mother’s Day

“Happy mother’s day, love,” Harry smiles as he shows Draco the bouquet of flowers he brought before placing it on the table, pecking Draco’s lips and then kissing their daughter’s tiny head. Her nose twitches, and she doesn’t stop feeding.

“Haven’t I told you enough times that I’m no mother?” Draco asks, but his smile shows how content he really is.

Draco looks glorious, bathed in the light coming in through their living room window. He’s sitting on the couch holding Carina, meaning that the two most important people in Harry’s life are both in this couch.

Carina Lily Potter, only a little more than a month old, is resting in Draco’s arms, mouth suckling at Draco’s nipple, her thick dark curls already as unmanageable as Harry’s. She’s placated, for what looks to be the first time that day, if the mess the apartment’s in and the dark bags underneath Draco’s eyes are any indication.

Harry shrugs and smiles dopily as he drops beside his husband on the couch, careful not to bother the baby. “Alright. I still wanted to bring you flowers.”

He runs a finger carefully up and down Carina’s arm, and she makes a soft sound as if in acknowledgement. “Hullo baby. How’ve you been? Did you kick your papa too much trouble today?”

“You’re ridiculous, Potter.” Draco says, but his smile is ridiculously bright, and he’s staring at Harry like he’s everything.

“And you’re amazing,” Harry grins, pressing another kiss to Draco’s lips. He pulls away slightly, cups Draco’s face in his palm. Draco leans into the touch, humming contentedly. Carina pulls away from Draco’s nipple then, and she makes a small, fussy noise. “Do you want me to take her for a bit and put her down for a nap?”

Draco nods, looking immensely relieved, and then a little guilty. Harry doesn’t mention it; Draco’s constantly exhausted now, and though he loves their daughter, he revels in whatever small amount of time he can get to himself, or with Harry. Harry knows he feels guilty about it, and he thinks he shouldn’t. Draco’s not talked to him about it, though, so Harry wants to wait until he brings it up to reassure him.

“I’m in desperate need for a bath.” He says. As soon as Harry takes her, Draco stands and stretches. His skin is nearly shining in the sunlight, and Harry thinks every time he looks at him he loves him a little bit more, if that’s even possible. “I’ll be quick.”

“Take as much time as you need,” Harry says, and he means it.

Draco pads towards the bathroom, and Carina lets out a low cry and stretches her tiny hand towards him. Harry stands and rocks her gently.

“I know, baby, I love him, too.” He speaks gently. “He needs to relax a little bit, though, alright? We’re going to give him a break.”

He walks to the bedroom, burps her and then rocks her and sings a repertoir of muggle songs to her as gently as he can. He watches Draco draw a bath and shed his clothes before he gets in, and smiles softly at how all the tension slips from his shoulders. Carina finally falls asleep, and he puts her in her crib by their bed and walks to their bathroom, leaning against the wide open door. Draco doesn’t like to not be able to see their baby, even while he’s bathing.

“You alright?” he asks softly.

Draco’s smile can only be described as blissful. “Better than. How was work?”

Harry - with the help of Molly Weasley - started the only wizarding Kingergarden and Primary school in England. Harry’s the art teacher, and Draco runs the little league Quidditch team. Their friends teach some other subjects.

“Good,” He says. “James practically begged me to come see his sister.”

“What did you tell him?” Draco asks, a small smile on his face.

“That he could see her when he came back from the weekly dinner at the Weasley’s.” Harry says.

“And he accepted that?” Draco asks, eyerbows raised. That doesn’t sound much like their six year old. He loves the weekly dinner at the Weasley’s, but ever since Draco had the baby, he’s reluctant to leave his or Carina’s side. It happened when he had Leo, too. Leo, however, had merely scrunched his nose up at his sister when she’d been born, and then asked ‘why is it so ugly?’. Harry had cracked up. Draco, having just spent fourteen hours in labor, found it less funny.

“I may have bribed him with candy.” Harry admits, and Draco laughs. “Hermione will bring him over after dinner.”

Draco smiles. “Thank you.”

Carina makes a small sound, and they both look towards her fondly. She doesn’t wake.

“You better enjoy this, Potter, because this is the last one.” Draco threatens lightly. “I am not carrying a one more baby. I do not have the hips for childbearing.”

“You have gorgeous hips,” Harry points out. “And alright. If you want this one to be the last one, she’ll be the last one.”

It’s highly unlikely.

Draco’s said the same thing - that it’s the last baby - after every single one of the births of their children, and he’s also the one who always brings up having another one. He grew up lonely, as an only child, and though it’s taken him three years to want another baby both times, Harry knows he wants at least four children.

Harry, himself, would be satisfied with a small Quidditch team of their children running around. During the war, he hadn’t had time to think about stuff like this; he didn’t think he would survive, so he didn’t bother planning for the future. Since Draco got pregnant the first time, though, it seemed like the future he’d never admitted to himself he wanted was right in front of him.

Afterwards, when James and Leo were both already born and he proposed and Draco said yes, they’d gotten married - although it was merely a formality; everyone who knew them already knew that they were each other’s forever, married or not - and the picture Harry keeps at his desk went from a picture of Draco in the hospital bed, with a tiny Leo in his arms and a three year old James standing at his side to the picture of their wedding, with James and Leo both hitched up on Harry’s back, covered in wedding cake, and Draco, kissing his cheek and then laughing as James smears cake on his cheek.

“I’ve a surprise for you,” He says.

“Oh?” Draco smirks lazily, cocking an eyebrow.

“James convinced Gin and Luna to take him and Leo to the zoo next weekend. And Molly’s agreed to take Carina.” Not agreed, really. She’d practically demanded Harry hand her over right then and there for some grandma time.

“Next weekend?” Harry sees Draco’s eyes fill with worry, as they do anytime he’s apart from their children. He takes a deep breath and relaxes.

“We can stay in all day,” Harry offers. “Cuddle in bed. Watch a movie, maybe. Eat takeout in bed.”

Draco smiles. “Alright.”

Carina gives out a shrill cry, and Draco begins to stand. Harry shakes his head and pushes him back down on the bath.

“Relax,” he tells him, giving him a deep, sound kiss. “I’ll get her.”

Draco smiles, and when Harry’s almost out of the bathroom, he calls. “Harry? I love you.”

Harry grins. “I love you, too, Potter.”

Draco’s laughter is heaven in Harry’s ears.

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kpop----scenarios · 6 years ago

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You never listen I Wooyoung

Genre: angst, action, fluff, badboy!au

Warnings: swear words, violence, mention of blood and death

Word count: 4k+

Summary: Resting at home after a tough day at work was the best before the doorbell rang

Long hard day at work now ended and was exhausting for you but that was so great you’ve got a job right after graduation from college.

«It’s time to relax and enjoy this weekend» you thought to yourself as you got into the car and drove home

Whenever you arrived home, you decided to grab some snacks from kitchen and watch your favorite show so you turned on TV and comfortably settled on the couch. An hour later the sound of the rain made you to feel sleepy and you were ready to go to bed but suddenly the doorbell rang. «Who the hell is this? It’s almost 2 a.m.» you mumbled and headed for the door

As soon as you came to the door, you hesitated to open it but another doorbell interrupted your thoughts. Unfortunately or fortunately, your curiosity and interest won so you opened the door and were extremely shocked.

《Wooyoung?》 you asked in surprise as you saw your old best friend from college

《Y/N! You still live here, thank God!》 he breathed a sigh of relief

《What's happening? Why are you here?》 you looked at him standing in front of you all drenched from the rain

《I’m sorry… May I come in?》 he seemed very tired

《Oh, yes sure…sure》 you let Wooyoung into the apartment helping him to take off wet jacket

《Maybe you want something? Are you hungry?》 you asked

《Water will be just fine》 he replied and sat on your couch

《Okay》 you walked into the kitchen still not knowing what was going on and what exactly Wooyoung was doing in the same state as you when he left this state 7 months ago

《Your water, sir》 trying to be positive you handed him a glass of water and he replied with “thanks”

《Soooo, what are you doing here after all?》 you asked and sat on the couch next to him

《I've missed you, we haven't seen each other since college!》 he gave you a little smile

《Wooyoung, cut the bullshit! You were the one who left me and haven't contacted me in months! Now, tell me what's the matter》 you noticed that his smile disappeared

《I have some problems, Y/N, I wanted to ask you if I could stay for a while, maybe one night?》

《What problems? Would you like to fill me in on what's going on?》 you still were confused

《Look, I'm really tired, can I tell you about everything tomorrow, please?》 he looked you in the eyes and had a pleading look

《You better explain this tomorrow or else…》

《That’s mean you're going to let me stay?》

《I'm not a bitch to kick you out in the rain》 you replied and got off the couch 《You can sleep in my bed and I'll stay here》

《What? No! This is your apartment! I'll take the couch》 he was insisting

《I still remember about your back issue so shut up and go lie down》

《If you won't let me sleep on this couch, then I'll sleep on your bed…》 he took a sip of water and put the glass on the table

《Hallelujah!》

《But only with you》 Wooyoung said that and you freaked out

《What?》

《You left me no choice, go ahead》

《God, why did I even open the door for you?》 you knew that Wooyoung has always had a difficult personality and in the end he will still get his way, because he never listens to anyone

《Fine, I'll get a blanket and pillows and you can take a shower if you want》 you agreed to that cause it's useless to argue with him

《As you may have noticed, I don't have any extra clothes with me》 he replied sarcastically

《I'll give it you》

《You have men's clothes in my size?》

《It was left after breakup so yeah, I have》

《Wait, you and Hongjoong broke up? How long?》

《Three months ago》

《Wow, that’s sad, you've been together for so long but you know he never…》 you didn't let him finish his sentence

《Aren't you tired? If you want to talk, tell me why you're here》 you said sharply

《All right, I'll go take a shower》 Wooyoung stood up quickly and headed for the shower

While he was showering, you prepared clothes for him and made the bed. Along with that, you decided to change into pajamas: your favorite shirt and plaid pants.

《What have I done to deserve this?》 you sighed heavily and put your clothes in the drawer at the same time

《To deserve what?》 you flinched from the unexpected voice and turned around

《Damn, Wooyoung, do you want me to have a heart attack?》 you looked at him with a frown

《Sorry, I didn't want to scare you》 he apologized to you

《Forget it, the bed is ready so you can sleep now and I'll wash your clothes》 you were on your way to the washing machine but all of a sudden Wooyoung grabbed your arm

《You don’t have to, let it just dry, Y/N, you've done too much for me already》 he let go of your hand

《As you wish》 you said and jumped on the bed 《Are you waiting for a special invitation, Wooyoung?》 he stared at you for a while and then joined you

《By the way, that shirt looks great on you》 he complimented and you turned to him

《Thanks, yours suits you as well》 you complimented him back 《Oh, and don't you dare to hog the covers or I'll kick your ass》 you said while turning away

《I promise that I won’t》 he chuckled

《Goodnight, Wooyoung》

《Goodnight, Y/N》 he said and both of you fell asleep

The next morning you woke up earlier than Wooyoung and saw interesting thing: Wooyoung was laying all over your bed with open mouth and the blanket was hanging from the edge.

«I believe at least he's sleeping well and comfortable» you thought and went to the bathroom quietly closing the room door

After the shower, you turned on the random channel on the TV so that you didn’t feel too lonely and began to make breakfast.

«Oh, the news! I hope the weather will be good today» expecting the warm weather you turned up the television volume

♫…yesterday morning and suspected of killing. Last seen wearing a dark blue denim jacket and ripped jeans, on the neck of the suspect there is a silver lock necklace…♫

«Killing? In my home state? That’s something new» you thought to yourself paying no attention and opening the fridge until you noticed similar necklace on your own table

♫ If you've seen this man or have any information that could help in the investigation, please contact your nearest office of the police or the Federal Bureau of Investigation ♫ you decided to look at the photo on TV

«Fuck!» the plate slipped from your hand and crashed to the floor after you saw Wooyoung’s face on the news

《Wow, Y/N! What's that sound?》 you heard Wooyoung’s footsteps near the kitchen

«Shit, he's awake! No! Why now? What I am supposed to do!» you weren't thinking clearly at the moment

《Did you drop the plate? Are you all right?》 he attempted to take you by the hand to see if you were hurt but you didn’t let him and moved your hands

《I’m fine》 you took a step back

《You sound strange, what’s wrong?》 he tried to get close to you again

《No! Please, get away from me!》 you raised your voice

《Y/N, what is happening?》 he didn't understand why you were acting like this

《I saw you on TV》 you replied coldly

《What? On TV?》

《On the news, Wooyoung, don't play dumb!》 you felt fear mixed with anger

《Fuck, this is already in the news?》

《What? Did you really kill that man?》 you couldn’t believe it

《No! Y/N! This is not what I meant, I’m not…》 you started walking away from him to the door

《Wait, Y/N!》 he grabbed your arm

《Let me go!》 you tried to break free, but he grabbed you too tight and pressed against the door 《I'll scream, if you don't let me go now!》 you were already yelling at him

《I'm just trying to explain to you what is going on! Can you, please, listen to me?》

《Explain what? That you're a murderer?》 you tried to free your hands one more time, but failed again

《Y/N, please! Just let me say!》 he squeezed your hands a little harder and you stopped moving and froze

《Now hear me out》 his voice softened 《I messed with really bad people because I needed the money, the money for my father and his surgery》

《Your father’s surgery? What are you talking about? I haven't heard anything about it》 you thought he was lying to you and didn't want to tell the truth

《Of course, you haven’t heard about it because I never told you about it! Your life was just starting to get better, your relationship with Hongjoong too, that's why I didn't want to drag you into my problems》 he loosened his grip

《What the hell? You should have told me, Wooyoung! I am your best friend and you kept that from me? What else did you hide from me?》

《I’m trying to tell you that! I made a deal with these assholes》

《A deal? What kind of deal? Kill people?》

《No! I would never do that! You know me, I'm afraid to even look at the blood!》

《Then what did you do?》

《I was just a driver and drove them to different meetings where they did bad things. I had no choice but to put up with it to get my money. Finally, I had to give them a ride for the last time and at that time, I've already been in this state, but everything went wrong, EVERYTHING!》 his voice started to tremble

《Hey, Wooyoung, calm down…》 you said and put your hand on his shoulder

《I wish I could, Y/N!》 he still seemed very nervous and you knew why 《So, one of them put a gun in my hand and just told me to shoot! I was so fucking scared and thought I was going to pass out! I didn't shoot, but instead this son of a bitch fired his gun right in front of me and shot that man! All I could do was run away and I don't even know how I survived this shitty night!》

《Oh my God…》 that's all you could say

《I haven't slept all day and I didn't really want to after what I saw. But then I remembered that you used to live here and I only hoped that you would let me in so here I am…standing here…》 he covered his face with his hand and was about to cry

《I’m sorry…》 his hands were shaking 《I am so sorry I dragged you into this…I don't want you to get hurt, Y/N》 he let you go and reached for his jacket to leave

《Stop, no!》 you blocked his way 《You need to go to the police cause you are not guilty》 he wasn't lying and you trusted him

《If they find out I went to the cops they will kill me! I need to meet the boss and sort things out but as long as I'm here, you are in danger too, I have to leave》

《What are you talking about, Wooyoung? You won't go to them!》

《With me you're not safe!》 he tried to walk away again

《DON’T YOU DARE TO LEAVE ME ALONE ONE MORE TIME!》 Wooyoung stopped and froze up as you shouted those words

《Y/N…》

《You might fucking die if you leave right now!》 you said

《YOU might die if I don’t leave!》

《I don’t care! If anything ever happened to you I'd never forgive myself!》 you said and he just stood there for a while in silence, looking at you

《Please just stay a little longer here with me…Please, Wooyoung》 you begged him

《Shit…that’s why I've always loved you, such a caring and kind person》 he said and you couldn’t believe that

《What? You loved me?》 he looked at you and realized what he just said

《Y/N, I’m not the…ah, fuck it, yes I loved you and you know what? Actually I still love you》 you were speechless 《I know you've always seen me as your best friend…God, why l even brought it up right now, nevermind, just forget about it and don’t…》 he was ready to turn around but you tenderly touched his face

《And where do you think you're going, huh?》 you said that with a little smile although you were still scared

Wooyoung took you by the hand that was holding his neck and stared at you for a while then suddenly he crashed his lips against yours. He brought his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks.

《Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?》 you asked

《You were with Hongjoong, don’t you remember?》 he replied 《But now, I’m not going to give you up to anybody》 he said and placed another kiss on your lips

《I love you, Y/N》

《So does that mean you're staying here with me?》

《I guess…》

《I love you too, Wooyoung》 you kissed him

The two of you didn't even notice how the day has come to an end because you were discussing everything that happened in the months that you didn't communicate. This whole situation still seemed like some kind of nightmare to you. It felt so unreal but you knew Wooyoung needed help anyway.

《Do you want to get something to eat?》 you asked

《To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite》 he replied 《Besides, I already ate this morning》

《Wooyoung, eating once a day is not great, I'll order some pizza, just the one you like》 you got up to take your phone

《Y/N, do you know I really appreciate that you taking such good care of me? Once I get out of this shit, I return the favor》 he came up behind you and put his arms around you

《How can I not? And see, no one can resist pizza》 you smiled

《I remember we used this number to order food back then》 he put his head on your shoulder and looked at your phone screen

《Right time to bring back those good old days》 you said 《By the way, is your phone still working?》

《It’s dead and the screen is broken, but I hope so》《We should check it later》 you said then call for delivery

Food was delivered fast enough and both of you could peacefully enjoy it. Later, as you promised, you decided to find out whether his phone was functioning or not and were truly surprised when the phone turned on.

《Geez, you have a lot of missed messages and calls》 you noticed

《Well, probably it wasn’t the best idea to do that》 Wooyoung said, turning off his phone 《Let’s go to sleep》 he dropped the phone on the couch and took your hand

《Alright…》 you agreed to go but were confused a little

Only Wooyoung and you were lying in bed together. Even though you two were in danger, you felt safer with him. His voice seemed so soft and calm. The way he cuddled you and wrapped his arms around your waist made you fell asleep.

On the following day, you woke up later than Wooyoung. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with phone in his hand.

《What took you from bed so early?》 you asked and hugged him from behind

《I had a good night's sleep》 he put the phone away 《But why did you wake up this early?》 he leaned over to kiss you

《I'm used to getting up so early for work》

《What, even on the weekends?》

《Yeah, even on the weekends》 you answered and saw Wooyoung’s sad look on his face

《Wooyoung, what is it?》 you wondered

《I ruined your weekend》

《That's okay, not that I would spend it fun and useful, so do not worry》 you gave him a kiss on the cheek

All day you were doing the usual things as if nothing had happened, but deep inside you knew that you have to do something about this, because it has already been 2 days since he came to you, but you didn't want to ruin the moment. With Wooyoung time flies too fast and another quiet night was waiting for you.

《I'm so happy to have you in my life, Y/N》 he gave you a sweet smile and cuddled up to you

《You can't imagine how good I feel myself with you》 you were slowly falling asleep in his warm arms

《I love you so much》 he kissed you on the back of your neck and only soft breaths were heard

Your sleep was interrupted by a loud, unknown sound, and your eyes were slightly opened.

It seemed like it was the sound of the door slamming.

《Wooyoung, did you hear that?》 you whispered to him but he didn’t respond Deciding to check if he was asleep, you sat up on the bed, but were stunned when you saw the empty side of the bed, his side.

《Wooyoung?》 you called out his name hoping that he would answer you, but that didn't happen

You were completely out of bed now and your glance fell at the nightstand, his phone was missing as well as your car keys.

«Aw, fuck, Wooyoung! This idiot never listens! He really decided to meet the boss! He will end up dead!» you thought about it and started to feel yourself bad

«No! I won't let that happen» you were thinking what to do now

《GPS tracker!》 you shouted and took your phone to track down the car, that was the only thing you could do

When you saw where your car was, you immediately began to dress yourself to go there. You had no choice and couldn't leave him.

Just after you called a taxi, you started to imagine the worst endings of this night, but arrived car distracted you from thinking. Without a minute to lose you got in the car and told taxi-driver where to go.

Almost 40 minutes later, you were there, in a very strange place. Looked like it was an abandoned warehouse or something like that. Your heart was pounding like crazy but you kept going towards the building and noticed your own car.

«He's here! Please, be okay» you thought

Every new step you took made your heartbeat faster because your fear was consuming you but despite everything, you continued to go.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, you heard the voice, Wooyoung’s voice.

《…because of him! I didn't kill anyone!》 those were the words you could hear

Overcoming your fear, you came closer and saw Wooyoung but in front of him were standing another three men.

《You've let me down, Wooyoung. Did you really think after that I just pat you on the head and let you go?》

《It wasn't my fault, I was just sitting in the car!》

《Don’t try to play the victim. You knew what you were getting yourself into, you knew the risks, didn’t you?》

Your whole body went numb, while you were listening to the conversation but there is no turning back so you took a couple silent steps forward but all of a sudden you felt a hand on your shoulder and that hand was definitely not Wooyoung’s.

《The fuck are you doing here?》 he turned you around to face him and looked at you

《Hey, Boss, I got something for you!》 he shouted to the man standing with Wooyoung

《Who the fuck is this?》

《Y/N?》 Wooyoung looked at you in surprise and you couldn't say anything

《You know her?》 “Boss” wondered

《Don’t touch her! Leave her out of this, please!》 he pleaded

《She got herself into this》 said the man who stood next to you the whole time, aiming a gun at you

«What the hell is going on? This is the end? He'll kill us and I can't do anything about it» these thoughts were swirling through your head

«I’ll have to do something! I have to at least try!» you realized that your decision may be dumb, but there was no other way

Unexpectedly, you kicked on the knee of the man who was near you and his gun dropped from his hand and hit the ground. You tried to reach for it, but you didn't have time to even make a move as this asshole punched you in the face.

《Y/N!》 Wooyoung began to run towards you, but then you heard a gunshot

Everything got blurry before your eyes, you felt a little dizzy, all sounds got muffled, your nose started bleeding, and you had a feeling that you were going to faint.

《Why do you never obey my orders, Wooyoung?》 “Boss” asked and out of the corner of your eye you saw how Wooyoung fell

Although your head hurt, you found strength to look at Wooyoung again and noticed the blood, it was his blood.

《NO!》 you screamed

《How else can I explain to you that you MUST listen to me?》

《Please… Don't hurt her…she didn’t…》 Wooyoung tried to tell them but got hit in the face

《Then I'm going to beat the shit out of you》 Wooyoung took another punch in the face

《PLEASE, STOP! I’M BEGGING YOU!》 you started to cry 《By protecting him, you're only making it worse for yourself》 someone pulled you up by the hair

That was this fucker who hit you. He still held your hair and turned your head to his face.

《You have a pretty face though》he brushed his fingers against your cheek and you couldn't hold back any longer, so you bit his hand and ran straight to Wooyoung

Surprisingly, you were able to run up to him and looked at his shoulder that was bleeding. There was a lot of blood and you panicked by the sight of it.

《God, let it not be fatal》 you were leaning on top of him

《Y/N…Why? We are dead…You deserve a better end…》 he could barely talk

《Just hold on a little longer》 you said and heard laughter from the back 《What is that? A fucked up drama? Two fucking idiots》 “Boss” pulled a gun 《You want the bullet too, don’t you?》

《Kill me, not her…》 Wooyoung attempted to get up but couldn't

《You know, Wooyoung, I never wanted to kill you because you have potential but now you are no longer needed》 “Boss” pointed with a gun at both of you

《I’m sorry, Y/N…》 that was all you heard from Wooyoung before the loud shot

A few seconds after you opened your eyes to see what happened and heard the sirens.

《What the fuck? Is this the police?》 said the one of them

《HANDS UP! DROP THE GUNS RIGHT NOW!》 you looked at police officers and then saw the “Boss’s” unconscious body lying on the ground

《Did you call the police?》 Wooyoung asked

《Am I really that stupid to come here alone?》 you replied and Wooyoung smiled at you but the blood wasn't stopping to bleed

《I fucking love you》

《Me too, but please stay awake, Wooyoung》 you were holding his head and your hands were shaking

Police caught the rest of these assholes and the ambulance arrived, while you were just trying to stop the blood.

Two months later

《Wait! Let me help you!》 you said as you saw how Wooyoung struggled with grocery bags

《Nah! I'm fine on my own! Don't touch it!》 he replied pushing your hands away

《Wooyoung, your shoulder's still healing, you’re not allowed to carry heavy things》

《It's no big deal, I’m good》 he put the bags in the trunk of car and shut it

《The doctors forbid you》

《I don't care, baby》 Wooyoung kissed you and opened the car door 《Get it, princess》

《Ah, you never listen》 you got into the car and Wooyoung drove home

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez angst #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #ateez imagines #ateez texts

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mfackenthal · 6 years ago

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The MFackenthal Show and @maxattack-powell!

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Hello all! Welcome back to the MFackenthal Show! I am so glad that you are here today. If you’re new to the show, I encourage you to go here to find past episodes. There are only a few.

The MFackenthal Show has officially been green lit for more episodes! We used to only be able to afford to run the show every once in a while, but the people have spoken - they want to see the show more often! The funding came through and we hope to give the people what they want! Do you want to be on the show? Do you have someone that you want to see on the show? If so - reblog or comment or send a message to let MFackenthal know! We’ll see what we can do! We have this show and two others lined up for you!

I could not be more excited to bring you this next guest. She has been with the fandom for quite a while. She was one of the first people I started communicating with on a regular basis. She has talked me up, supported me from the beginning and though she hasn’t written much lately - when she does drop a chapter - it’s long and it’s worth it! Please welcome to the stage @maxattack-powell!!!!! (Insert Cheering here!)

(Megs greets Max with a hug - which means that Megs essentially runs and leaps into Max’s arms. Max is fairly tall and Megs is barely 5′3″)

Megs: Max, I am so happy that you are here! Can you believe that you’re here today?

Max: Haha, yes - I can. But I am honored to be here.

Megs: Max, sit with me. For those in the audience who may not know you, tell us about when and why you joined the fandom.

Max: Yanno, I always made my best guess at this before, but I knew you were going to ask me this - so I looked it up. Did you know that now there’s this Official Tumblr blog called @memories, and it knows down to the minute when someone joined? Let me go check it… *digs through the blogs posts* Okay, it was apparently 07/31/2017 at 1:17:15 PM, which means it must have been on the weekend because of the time of day haha.

As for why ... hmm, well… I found the Choices app one day, when it only had like… three series I think! Anyone else remember that time?

Megs: I do! Because I was playing Hollywood University I think I downloaded choices the day the app came out.

Max: Awh! Well, I fell in love with The Freshman Series. Mostly because of Chris Powell and Zack Zilberg, and a long time ago I was in another fandom that had tons of fan fiction/art… so I googled “Choices Chris Powell” and any other combination I could think of looking for possible fanfiction. The fandom was almost non existent at the time. There was actually one person, who has long since left the fandom due to fandom dramas - we all know the kinds I’m talking about - but a few others had started posting their works as well… and I got hooked. Eventually I felt the bug to write how I felt TF should play out as well, and here I am *looks back at the “joined tumblr timestamp”* uhh… 20ish months ago! Haha!!

Megs: LOL, when you put it that way it doesn’t sound like that long ago ... lets call a spade a spade - that was almost 2 years ago! That’s amazing! You have to have seen so much in this fandom! What is it that keeps you around?

Max: There are so many awesome people in this fandom, in this world we’ve all created for our pixelated loves lol. Soooo many creative minds to follow and enjoy. The content people share, original or repost… it’s great.

... Unfortunately it is also a double edge sword ... the drama, the jealousy, the rumors, the hate, etc. I’ve sadly seen far too much and it comes in so many forms… it’s unnecessary.

Megs: I couldn’t agree more! If you could tell the fandom one thing - what would it be?

Max: It would be that we’re all here because we want to have a good time. No one came here to get ridiculed, to be scrutinized or chastised for their opinions, their likes or dislikes. Real life has enough of that going on. We are all individuals - if you want to be treated nicely, fairly, etc. you must also do the same to others. There is no reason someone must agree with you or anyone else. Live and let live. Embrace our differences as it makes us who we are. Most of the issues I see stem from a simple difference in opinion. That is ridiculous. Everyone’s entitled to their own thoughts. We must build each other up, not tear one another down. No one here owes anyone anything, now go have some fun.

(The room stands up in applause!)

Megs: You should definitely stand up and take a bow, Max!

(Max does just as Megs suggests - but she also makes Megs stand up and do the same. Laughing, they both sit back down.)

Awh, Max ... okay, let’s get back to you. We know that you’d fight anyone for the position of The Chris Powell Appreciation/Fan Club. And for those who don’t know, Max has been retelling the full The Freshman series, interweaving dialogue and plot from PB but also adding much of her own content. MC and Chris get a backstory. Chris gets best friends from back home. What is your favorite piece that you have written?

Max: Oh geez hahaha. Um… can I just say The Freshman Chronicles as a whole? I’ve written for different fandoms, and I have original WIPs but I’ll stick to the Choices fandom for this answer. I’ve put a lot of time into TFC. Tons of additional story work, research on characters and their backgrounds, PBs and my own OCs. You should see my file folder setup haha. It’s crazy… I have so many docs, pictures and gifs. Most organized by location (Hartfeld, Boston, New Haven, Cherryfield, etc.), then by character… and on some I get more detailed and split them by emotion and situation.

Megs: By what again?

Max: Emotion and Situation ... Yeah. I warned you it was crazy! *laughs* TFC was the reason I joined tumblr really. Instead of staying a Nonny and only reading others posted works. I wanted to comment, like and reblog what I enjoyed, while I also worked on my own contribution to the fandom. I had a vision for Chris and MC that had more than the game could give, and I wanted to see if i was still any good at writing since it had been years and years… it’s funny to see how different my current posts are from my first over a year ago. Makes me want to go update a few because they could use a little help *awkward laugh*

Megs: I’m sure we can all relate to that! Hmmm ... I’m starting to get a feel for this, I think, but what is your writing process?

Max: Lots of planning, mostly in my head. When I feel like I have a decent concept I might type out some notes or work it into my outline (another crazy thing I have going for TFC because it’s so big haha). But usually, once I hatch out a basic plan on where I’m going… I just start typing. Keeping the general plot and main points I want to hit in mind, I simply start typing… keeping it as organic as possible. It usually works out well.

Megs: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Max: First, and most importantly… do it because you enjoy it. Don’t do it for likes, reblogs, popularity, etc. If you’re having a good time dreaming things up and typing them out, that’s what’s important. The rest is just an extra bonus. Also, don’t give up. It’s easy to become discouraged, frustrated, distracted and more… but remember - your creative cells can’t be running all the time. They need to rest just like your body. Take breaks… go read, play games, hang out with friends/family, watch a movie… whatever. Just do something to help you relax, to reset and you’ll very probably find inspiration and/or motivation to continue. Remember, this is for fun. *wink and finger guns*

Megs: So what do you do for fun?

Max: I actually have a few things I do regularly. A big one is making costumes/props for conventions, small productions, etc. I also train and show horses. I do the same with my dogs, but more for competitions and not really any shows. I’ve always drawn, sculpted, painted since I was old enough to hold things with my hands… and about a year ago I started learning how to do it digitally as well. I run (not at all for fun haha) and play hockey (totally for fun), follow comics and watch anime. I've restored houses, cars and old furniture. I like to read as much as I can - that’s an important one. I also play video games. Something I’ve done since I was young… I've even competed, and won, a few gaming tournaments.

Megs: You don’t know how to be bored do you?

Max: LOL, Megs. Yeah, um, so there’s a “few” *makes air quotes* of my never ending list of interests haha. Gives me a lot to talk about with people, eh?

Megs: Not that I can understand how you’d have time for this ... but what do you do to help pay for your many activities?

Max: Oh like, my job? Well that can be a simple answer… like “I work in software” but the more interesting way to say it is I use my MBA, experience in business, the financial industry and technology to improve and stabilize my customers environment through technological solutions that fit their specific needs. *presses lips together* I solve problems by designing solutions. Bored yet? Hahaha.

Megs: No! That sounds wonderful! Who doesn’t want their stuff to be designed better? Any chance you could start working for tumblr? Some of us have a few complaints ... tags ... mobile losing our work ...

Max: I’m not sure they could pay me enough to help them with all of their problems! But, tumblr, feel free to send me an offer!

Megs: Seriously - send her a 6 figure offer!

Max: Okay, Megs, well now I have a question for you.

Megs: Uhhhh, Max, that’s not exactly how this is supposed to go.

Max: Yeah, don’t care. Your fans need to know ... Hoooow do you find the time to read and review so much?! And I know that’s just in this fandom. I know you read books and you may read for other fandoms!? Seriously, it’s awesome. We need to clock your page flipping speed haha.

Megs: *blushes* Oh my gosh, you have to stop! Here’s the key to how I do it ... I wake up at 5:30am and read for about 30 minutes. Then I workout and start my day. I read in line at the grocery stores. I read on my breaks at work.

Max: Oh my gosh - you’re such a nerd and I love that! Okay, nerd, what is your favorite thing to do, besides reading all the things of course?

Megs: This show, of course! And, of course, getting people to do silly things on this show with me. For instance - with as athletic as you are, I hear you can’t jump?

Max: Megs, shhhhh. You told me you weren’t going to bring that up.

Megs: I did no such thing! (Meg says while laughing) I said I might not bring it up.

Max: Uh huh.

(Kris Kross’s “Jump” starts playing in the studio)

Megs: Come on - show me what you’ve got!

(Megs starts “singing” along and jumping along with the song. Max stays seated. Megs finally pulls Max up into a standing position. Max plays along and “jumps” next to Megs - getting no air at all.)

Oh, come on Max - put some real strength in to it. Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Max jumps and gets the smallest amount of air time.)

Max: *laughing* Megs - I’m tall! I don’t need to jump to reach things!

Megs: *laughing* That must be nice. I got good at this type of jumping because I had to learn to jump up and gently grab things from the grocery so I didn’t knock everything down.

*continuing to jump around the audience - getting everyone to join her* And that’s all for the show today today, folks! Thank you for watching!! Have a great night!

#The Mfackenthal Show #With @maxattack-powell #Official show number 3 #But the 4th interview #Ellen has nothing on me #Oh who are we kidding #I wish I were half as cool as Ellen #She gets paid to do this #I do this for free #But I love it!

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0bsessedwithdolan-blog · 6 years ago

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High School Sweetheart (Pt. 2)

A/N: This is short, but I wanted to get a part 2 out tonight. Part 3 will be long and probably be the final part.

"Hey" Thats all the message said and yet it made me smile bigger than I had in months. "hi" I replied back. "what are you doing?" he asked. "nothing, you?" This small talk conversation continued for about 30 minutes before he said "you should call me sometime" and then gave me his phone number. Why was Grayson asking me to call him? He is still with the girl he had broken up with Lindsay for. The rest of the day I dialed his number maybe 24 times but never hit the call button. What would I say? Why was he wanting me to call him? The next day when I woke up I had another unread message from Grayson saying to call him that evening. Okay. Got it. But what time is evening? This boy will be the death of me. 5pm rolls around sooner than I expected and I hear my phone ding with a notification. Another message. "I'm free for a call now" I grab my phone and dial his number, hovering over the call button. My stomach is doing flips. I start calling him with my breath held. It rung 5 times and then.. "Hey!" He says in that deep voice that I didn't realize I missed so bad. "H-hi" I say. He is on vacation with his mom, aunt, cousin, and his cousin's boyfriend. We talk for 3 or 4 hours laughing about him walking in on his cousin and her boyfriend doing God knows what in the hotel room. "I really missed you" he says after a long bit of laughter. Whoa. What? Grayson missed me? Me? I didn't even think I mattered to Grayson. "I missed you too." I replied, my heart in my throat.

-Almost 2 months later-

It's July 27th now. I have had the best summer of my life and I didn't even half to leave my house. After that first phone call, Grayson and I began calling each other every night and talking until at least 4 am. We talked about music, shows, school, and his girlfriend. He seemed to really love her, but they had their issues. With every conversation I fell more in love with him. Today I am going to the mall with my family. Although I'd rather be spending the day waiting for Grayson to call me. I'm pathetic. Surprisingly, I had a good time at the mall and didn't even really think about Grayson. I bought some new outfits for school and thats about it, but it was nice getting out of the house. As I was walking out of the mall, my phone starts ringing. It's Grayson. Huh. This is earlier than he normally calls me. "Hi.." He says in a broken voice. I can tell he has been crying. "Gray? What's wrong?" I reply with worry in my voice. "Kat and I are in a huge fight. I just wanted to go see her and she doesn't want me to and I don't understand why. She got me so upset that I accidentally yelled at my Grandmother." at this point he was sobbing. "Gray, I am sure she wants to see you but it may just not be a good day. and I KNOW your grandmother will forgive you and knows you wouldn't yelled at her on purpose. Its going to be okay." I try and comfort him. We talked for about 20 more minutes before Kat started calling him again. The next day I woke up in the worst mood. Grayson and I didn't talk the night before because he was busy making up with Kat. I hadn't talked to him since the mall. I didn't even know this girl, but I hated her and I did not think she deserved Gray. I spent the whole day locked in my room because quite frankly I did not want to be sociable. I was scrolling down facebook when Grayson messaged me yet again complaining about Kat. Ugh. If only he knew how good I could treat him. If only he knew how much I loved him. "Grayson you're so oblivious" "what?" "You're constantly complaining about this girl to me and obviously i am always going to listen because I am IN LOVE with you." "what?" "I have had feelings for you since the first day of freshman year, but I have shoved them aside because i thought I was doing what was making you happy, but you are not happy. " "I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "Why would it matter? You don't feel the same." "The fuck I don't. Of course I love you. You make me feel heard. You make me feel like I matter." What. Did Grayson just say he loved me too? What do I say? I sat there staring at my computer for what felt like forever when another messaged popped up. "I have to take care of something. Talk to you later." 3 hours. It's been 3 hours since Grayson told me he loved me too. I'm going crazy waiting for him to call me. I'll just check facebook, maybe he has messaged me on there. When I log on to facebook I am shocked by the first thing I see. 'Grayson Dolan has changed his relationship status to single' They broke up. Why hasn't he called? As soon as the thought came to my mind, my phone started ringing. When I looked at the screen 'Gray' and a picture that Gray and i had took last year when he was with Lindsay was on it. "H-hi" I quietly said. "Hey Y/N.." he replied I didn't know what to say back. What was I supposed to say? "Soooo..." he said to break the silence. "Soo.." i repeated. "Kat and I broke up." He told me. "I seen that. Are you okay?" "Yeah, but I need to see you." He demanded. Now my heart was beating so fast I was sure I was going to have a heart attack. "Well school starts back in a couple of weeks: I replied. "No. I need to see you soon. This weekend?" he asked. We were both only 15 so we didn't have our license, so I would have to ask my mom to meet his dad. "One sec." i said and threw my phone down and ran to ask my mom. "Sure. This weekend sounds great." I said panting. "Good. I have to go do some chores for my dad. I'll talk to you soon." and with that he hung up the phone.

-3 days later-

It was finally Saturday. I had been looking forward to (and dreading) this day. I glanced at the clock in the middle of doing my makeup and the time read 12pm. I was meeting Grayson at 1pm. My stomach was full of butterflies. Once I finished getting ready, I went and got my mom. She looked at me up and down at me and smiled. "You look beautiful." She stated. I had a sky blue cropped tshirt on with highwaisted skinnies and matching converse. "Thanks mom" and then we left. It was 1pm as soon as we pulled into the meeting spot to get Grayson. I got out of the car to greet him and he pulled me into the best hug i had ever had in my life. "Hi" he said as he looked down and brushed the hair out of my face. Wow. Grayson was looking at me like I always wanted him to. What does this mean? The car ride back to my house was kind of awkward because my mom was there. When we got back to my house, we walked down to my grandmother's because it was crowded at my house due to my brother having company. As we were walking Grayson slipped his hand into mine. Wow. It felt like electricity was coursing through my veins. We walked into the house and my grandmother was laying down for her afternoon nap, so we just sat on the couch in the living room and talked until I decided to be a little brave. "So..when can I officially call you mine?" I said quietly looking into his beautiful hazel eyes.

Part 1

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The Wedding Weekend

*Bing* Ladies and gentleman, on behalf of our flight crew, we would like to welcome you to San Francisco International Airport. Local time is 8:23 am and the current temperature is a pleasant 62 degrees.

Eleven hours was a long flight for a weekend, but it was worth it to see two of her best friends get married. It’d been four years since their Hartfeld graduation; when everyone went their separate ways and it was their wedding weekend that would bring them all back together. She takes out the rehearsal invitation for an old Hollywood night of dinner and dancing, where they’ll all arrive as the Golden Age of Hollywood cinema. Lucky for her; the hottest up in coming designer on the New York Fashion scene is another best friend.

Her cab pulls up in front of the Hotel Majestic to a crowd and a familiar frame. Tall, broad, defined, herculean. His hair was a little greyer since she’d seen him last but he was unmistakable. The sound of the paparazzi cameras flashing was barely audible over the hoard of screaming girls reaching out for an autograph or a picture or a feel.

“Oh my gosh Chris Powell, can I have your autograph too?” She screams out with an embellished girlish squeal.

Without turning around, his head lifts with a beaming smile growing across his face. He’d know that voice over any crowd. And in an attempt to not sound too eager, he apologies to his wading fans.

“I’m sorry guys, that’s it for today. My dates here.” He turns around to the disappointing moans of the dispersing crowd, to dip down and meet her in a hug that only he gives. She throws her arms around his neck while his hands meet at the small of her back.

“Is this ok? Or is security gonna tackle me?”

“They’re checking the hotel for bombs so you should be good for a few minutes.” He flashes that boyish smile she loves so much.

“You look amazing Laney come here.” She smiles at the nickname he gave her when she started at the Knightly News their Sophomore year. She was his Lois Lane to her Clark Kent. He picks her up once more and holds her in a tight hug; slightly swinging their bodies together. After setting her down and grabbing her bag, they both make their way inside.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Rookie of the Year. Look at you…new title, new city...You’re having a pretty good year Kent. How are you liking Seattle?”

“I love it! The hiking, the water, the seafood. It’s not Maine, but it’s a close second.” Chris looks around the lobby as if to verify that they were alone. “Where is everyone?”

“Looks like we’re the first. We’re still a little early though; it’s only a little after 9:30 and you know how Abbie is with her schedule, so they should be here soon.” The air is heavy between them, as his stare stints the rest of her speech.

“Soooo your date huh?”

“How else was I going to get them to leave?”

“So, does this mean I’m going to be on tonight’s highlight reel? You know I’m more CNN than ESPN?”

“Probably just local, nothing national.”

She shoves him playfully. “Alright Kent, so where’s your real date to this little shindig? I see from your fan club that you’re not lacking any options.”

“HA!”

“What about that Chelsea what’s her name? I saw those pictures of you two looking pretty cozy after your signing.” Chris tilts his head and raises an eyebrow.

“Stalk much?”

“I’ve got contacts at TMZ.” Chris laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

“Publicity. My agent’s bright idea. Those were the longest three dinners of my life. Besides Laney, you know Clark Kent only has eyes for Lois Lane.” He says while giving her a sly little wink.

“What about you, famous journalist? Who are you here with Anderson Cooper, Trevor Noah?

“Why is Trevor Noah here?” Her eyes jolt around the lobby until they settle back on him with a smile.

“Hardly famous. But nope, flying solo. After three months in Korea, I still haven’t gotten used to the accents or the food. So that doesn’t make me much of a date. I can’t tell you how much I’m dying for some greasy American fast food.”

“Sounds like we need to welcome you back properly.” He claps his hands and rubs them together. “Alright then, that settles it, burgers and beers on me tonight.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that Kent.”

“I hope so.” Silently they stare into each other’s eyes when another familiar voice breaks the tension.

“Holy shit I won already. Pay up Laio!” They both turn to see Kaitlyn, Zack and Audrey heading their direction.

“This is not a part of the terms and you know it.”

“Please, we’ve been here two seconds and they’re already making out.”

“Um hello?”

“Laney and I were just catching up guys.”

“Overruled. They haven’t seen each other in what four years, judges allow for catch up time.”

Amaya and Chris steal a glance through their bickering.

“College nicknames and an almost make out…I rule I’ve already won.”

“You would.”

Amaya walks in between them reaching out to a tall buxom blonde standing behind Kaitlyn.

“Audrey thank God for a friendly face.”

“You love me.” Kaitlyn says while pushing her into Audrey’s embrace.

“This is nothing. They went on like this for the entire plane ride. But least I had Henry to keep me company. Although now that I see you in person, I can see what all the fuss is about.” She extends her hand towards Chris.

“Chris Powell, I presume.” Chris blushes reciprocating the gesture.

“Guilty. It’s nice to meet finally you Audrey. Although from the stories and your pictures, I feel like I already know you.”

“What pic…”

Amaya’s eyes widen as she clears her throat.

“Ugh…Where’s Hankie?”

“He’s on the phone, he’ll be right in.” Zack says setting down his carryon some nearby couches.

“Save some of that love for me.” Hank breezes through pulling Amaya into a hug. “Amaya. Gorgeous as ever. When are you going to run away with me?”

“Play your cards right and this might be your weekend.”

“He’s too high maintenance for you.”

Henry stops short of his next thought and leans around Amaya.

“What about you handsome…Run away with me?”

“Hey Henry. Lookin’ sharp!” Hank scoffs behind a wink.

“I know.”

“Seriously love. When are you going to let me do a spread on you?”

“When I am worthy of a Henry Cavendish spread.” She dips her head while giving an embellished bow.

“It’s true, not many are.”

“And so modest.”

“But you are perfect for this seasons cross overs. An AP award-winning journalist and recent Emmy nomination would look great in Vooogue...”

“This is who your next spread should be on. The newest Seattle Mariners Ace Pitcher. A top pitching prospect with 131 strikeouts and 117 innings. From college football God to Rookie of the Year? I��d say you can’t get a much better crossover than that.”

The group stairs silent and wide-eyed back at her.

“Groupie. How do you know all that?” Kaitlyn asks while sitting down next to Zack.

“Journalist…it’s my job.”

“Sounds like you should be my agent.”

“It’s probably a pay raise so I may take you up on that.”

“I’m sure she’ll take the perks of the job as well.”

“I’ve been gone for three months…Is this going to be pick on Amaya weekend?”

Kaitlyn and Zack respond in unison.

“Probably.”

The six of you sit in the lobby talking and catching up when Zack starts whistling and clapping loudly. The rest of the group all turn to see Tyler and Abbie walking in hand in hand and join in the cheers of welcoming the soon to be Bride and Groom.

“Guys!” Abbie squeals as she lets go of Tyler’s hand and runs towards the group.

“Amaya, you’re here!”

“Of course, I’m here. There’s no way I would let you get married without me. Trades smadge. They’ve got nothing on your wedding. Soooooo are you guys ready for the next step?”

“I think prepared is more of the question?”

“Actually guys, there's a subtle distinction between the two. ‘Being prepared’, I think means having done work in advance so that there is a plan in place to ensure that everything runs smoothly as our life as a married couple begins. ‘Being ready’, I think refers to an emotional preparedness or readiness. And although extremely anxious, I can’t wait to make this woman my wife.”

Abbie shakes her head at her husband-to-be’s response. “That was ‘yes’ the long way.”

All of the girls coo and aw as Abbie snuggles up to Tyler for a kiss.

“Tyler thanks for the advanced copy of your new release, but I cannot get past level three.” Chris questions Tyler, while Abbie huddles alongside the girls.

“I am so excited! This weekend is going to be so much fun!” Abbie says practically bursting with excitement. “I cannot wait to get all dressed up for tomorrow night.”

“Whose idea was that anyway?”

“That was I.” Zack yells over his should half eavesdropping on the girl's conversation.

“An idea he stole from one of my recent Vanity Fair shoots.”

“Oooo fancy.”

“And this place is the quintessential turn of the century location for such an occasion. A photographer’s dream!”

“Speaking of which. Amaya here’s your dress. I’ll stop by your room tomorrow for any alterations.” Kaitlyn hands her a garment bag with red sequins shimmering through the clear plastic label spot from a nearby luggage rack.

“Thank you. I’m sure it’s perfect! And Audrey you’re still gonna do my hair and makeup right?”

“Of course. I’ve brought all my stuff for the weekend.”

“And I will be stopping by everyone’s rooms to get a few time machine transformation shots.”

“Hankie you’re not going to be working the entire weekend, are you?”

“Oh no. I brought my assistant Claire with me to shoot the majority of this weekend’s events. But I’d still like to get a few shots in myself. And don’t worry you two, I trust her with my life. Now she’s not as good as I am, but what can you do?”

“Humble, isn’t he?”

Ignoring Zack’s remarks, Henry continues his thoughts. “She’ll be here in time to set up for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow.”

“You guys are the best friends…everything is going to be just…perfect.” Abbie's face starts to frown and her eyes appear to well.

“No, no, no, no, no. No crying already.”

“I’m just so happy we’re all together again. Wait, where’s Zig and Dan?”

“Oh, they couldn’t get an earlier flight out of Tokyo, so they’re coming in on a red-eye tonight.”

“That sucks. It’s bad enough that James and Jules couldn’t be here.

“Thus the life of a big shot movie director. Gotta tour the rounds.”

“Well since the whole gang’s not here yet, why don’t we all rest up a bit and then we can meet up for drinks later?”

“Oh, you read my mind! I don’t know about you guys, but jet lags a ‘B’ and I don’t want any bags under these eyes for wedding pictures.”

“So, we’ll all meet in the Butterfly Lounge for drinks tonight and then make our way back to the 1950s tomorrow.” Abbie squeals clapping her hands together.

Everyone hugs and retires to their separate rooms. Leaving Chris and Amaya to look around and notice that they are the only two remaining, so they take the last elevator up together. Once the doors are closed and with no time wasted, they both drop their bags slamming into each other in a passionate, long awaited kiss. He eases her back towards the wall with his hands cupping her face. While her hands wander aimlessly behind her, fishing for the emergency stop button. The elevator comes to a jerking halt, leaving her hands to now wander freely beneath his shirt.

This was nothing new. They had been sneaking off to see one another since “technically” breaking up when school ended. After Chris’ stint in the NFL didn’t pan out, he caught the eye of a baseball scout and moved to Utah to play triple-A ball, and with Amaya staying in New York after graduate school, a traditional relationship was hard to continue. It wasn’t ideal, every few weeks or a month (if they were lucky) but neither could stay away. Their friends, of course, didn’t know. It was just easier to say you broke up with no communication; than to answer any questions.

“I missed you last month. I thought you were going to meet me in Arizona after Spring Training.” His voice barely above a whisper, hovering over her mouth as his hands tilt her head to the side giving him access to the hollow of her neck.

“I know me too. But trade negotiations were getting heavy and…mmmm.”

Pleased with himself, his lips curl up from the sides.

“I love it when you talk about trade negotiations.” She giggles; still enjoying the feel of his mouth against her skin.

“I had big plans for us.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of plans?” Her eyes flash with fire, bolting down to her hands as they move further up his shirt.

“This is a good start.”

Just then, a voice comes through the elevators loudspeaker.

“This is emergency service, is everyone alright in there?”

A breathless ‘Yes’ barely escapes her, until she clears her throat, trying to get her mouth to form at least somewhat of a proper response. But it’s his mouth that’s making it hard for her to find the words.

“We’re fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oohh yeah.”

“Well we can’t see anything wrong from our end, so just hang tight and we’ll check things out as quickly as possible.”

“Mmm hmm…Take your time.” She says letting his mouth finds its way back to hers.

“God, I missed these lips. I swear they’re my kryptonite. And this body.” He leans back slightly to admire her form as his hands slowly make their way down from her neck, to her arms, finally settling on her hips. “But these thighs. These thighs…will be the death of me.”

His hands gradually start to inch up her dress, as he continues to kiss the straps down from her shoulders; following his own map from memory. When he suddenly pulls back, eyes wide with curiosity and darkening by the second.

“But what a way to go. Now…do you want to know what I miss?”

“I’m more of a visual learner.”

She inches up on her toes and kisses her way up to his ear lobe and gives it a little nibble just before whispering.

“Your. Flourless. Chocolate. Torte.” Then she curls her tongue up the back of his ear lobe and presses it between her lips; lowering herself back to the floor and tugging in a downward motion. Her eyes never leaving his.

“You’re evil. You know that?” He pulls her tight against his body.

“How about we continue this without Oz listening in?”

She bites her bottom lip and raises her eyebrows suggestively, using her hips to nudge him backwards; leaning around him to push the emergency stop button again. He groans at the feel of her hips connecting with his growing excitement.

“Then you should probably stop that.”

The elevator jerks once more; continuing its upward motion and emergency service comes through a final time. “It looks like we have motion again. Is everything back to normal?”

Grabbing her bags and his, he turns to back to her.

“It feels like it.”

“Great, have a wonderful day!”

The elevator dings when you arrive on the third floor. She exits first, making sure he has a good view of what’s to come until turning around to face him continuing her walk backward.

“So…how about that chocolate torte?

“Oh, trust me; I want some chocolate, but that’s not the one I want. When were you going to tell me you weren’t wearing anything under that dress?”

“I thought it’d be a nice surprise.” She winks back towards his direction.

“Don’t play with my emotions woman.”

He quickens his pace, reaching out for her, causing her to squeal and speed up to avoid his grab. Before you know it, he’s chasing her down the hall towards her room, reaching for the camera around his neck.

In her suite, there’s a bottle of champagne chilling on the edge of the bar, a bouquet of roses, a bath gift box, a box of Ghirardelli chocolates and a basket with an array of snacks. Chris gives a long drawn out whistle.

“Nice digs Laney.”

“Abbie and Tyler sure know how to show their bridal party a good time.”

“Are you sure this is all from them?”

“Who else would it be from? I’m sure your room has all the same stuff.”

“Believe me when I say that ‘mine does not’. My agent’s waaay too cheap to book me this nice of a room, let alone a suite with champagne.”

“Oooooh, big time pitcher too big to book his own rooms now.” She teases while grabbing her luggage for the bedroom.

“Take that back.” Chris slowly circles the room towards her.

“Or what?” Chris darts in her direction causing her to squeal, fending off his tormenting fingers to no avail. He tackles her to the bed tickling her mercilessly. Laughing hysterically, she pleads in between gasps.

“Chris! Stop!”

“What happened to or what?”

“Ok…Ok…Oookkk!”

“Ok, what?”

“Ok, I admit it.”

“I’m listening.”

“You’re the strongest, manliest, most handsome man in this room.” He finally lets her loose from his grip to let her catch her breath. She lays there next to him; resting her head against his left arm, as he slowly glides his free hand up her stomach pausing at her chest. Turning her head to the side, silently she stared back into his eyes. Words weren’t necessary. They’ve been here before, but this time was different.

“I’ve missed you, Laney.”

“Me too.”

He slowly gestures his head closer; so that his forehead was touching hers as if asking for permission to get closer. But knowing her own weakness and exactly where it would lead, she leans in only to give him a quick peck on the tip of his nose.

“Come on. Open that bottle, I believe I was promised a proper ‘welcome’.”

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“Mmmm…Oohh my God!”

“Is it bad that I am extremely turned on right now?”

She opens her eyes, just to give him a crooked smile while licking the sauce from the corners of her mouth.

“Welcome home Laney.”

“I can’t believe you brought that thing.” She says with her mouth still full.

“Why? I think I’m starting to get the hang of this photography thing. I might have a little side hustle on my hands.”

“Oh yeah? Let me see.”

She takes a few shots and reviews them from the comfortable spot she’s made herself on the bed.

“Oooh, this one’s a keeper. I wonder how much I could get for this on E-Bay?”

“I don’t think anyone’s going to pay for a picture of my eating a burger.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I might not even need to go to E-Bay. I could start a bidding war just from that crowd this morning.”

He gives her an exaggerated laugh while standing to retrieve his camera.

“Alright, Annie Leibovitz, that’s enough out of you. Besides, it’s coming up on seven now. We should probably start getting ready for drinks.”

“You’re right. And maybe ease up on the picture comments when we get down there, huh? You almost got us caught.”

He reaches down to help lift her off the bed.

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think that they don’t know that I’ve been to your place yet.”

“Yeah, yeah…well if I hadn’t been so quick on my toes, you’d have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I see. So, you want a reward now?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Maybe we’ll talk about that chocolate torte?”

“But it won’t be yours.”

“I’ll give you something else that’s mine. Come on.” He kisses the tip of her nose and reaches around to give her a playful smack on the rear.

“I think this is going to be a good weekend.”

#The Freshman #The Sophomore #The Junior #The Senior #Chris x Amaya #Abbie x Tyler #The gangs all here #Powell love #Chris Powell #Chris x MC

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