#I really let my schooling go down the drain but hey that's why I gotta start drawing again

[5amanthus]

Not my dysgraphic ass deciding to draw characters I've never drawn before as WARM UP for getting back into art after at least a year asklfhlskd

I want to draw all the blorbos, but I am out of practice oh my god.

[f3lix00]

143 pt. 2

Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader

Pt1 here.

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Genre: smut, angst, collage au! Friends to lovers

Other pairings: Han Jisung x Lee Minho

Warnings: smut, nail kink, un- and protected sex, fingering, oral, mention of alcohol, mentioned masturbation (m), slight edging, cock warming, semi-public sex,

Word count: 6.8k

Character count: 36.5k

A/n: this is even longer🫠 anyways! This is pt. 2 of the 143 Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language so I apologise for my mistakes beforehand. This does not represent any real people this is all fiction.

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You were drunk. Really drunk. What happened between you and Hyunjin, didn’t help at all, you are walking down the hall with the dorm-doors on both sides of you. Hyunjin had given up on his jacket and had thrown it over his shoulder after your bathroom experience. He also couldn’t bother fixing his messy hair, which made him look even more drunk. You’re carrying your heels in your hands but still can’t walk straight. The both of you are laughing about some old memory you accidentally mentioned on the way home from Minho’s party. You reach Hyunjin’s dorm and you stop. “Oh you wanted to sleep over?” He asks and tilt his head to the side. “No- I mean sure, but that wasn’t why I stopped. Your dorm is here, there’s no need to walk me home. It’s only 7 numbers down.” You answer, giggling. “That’s nothing to worry about. As you said yourself: it’s only 7 numbers down. You think I’m that out of shape?” He laughs as your face changed as the last words left his lips. “God I hate you sometimes.” You answer, “but I’d love sleeping over, if that’s okay with you and Jisung of course?” You say with a teasing tone while running your hands over his jaw and neck to put your arms around his neck. He grabs your waist and pull you in for a passionate kiss. He gives out a smirk followed by; “yeah. I bet Jisung isn’t home anyway. He’s probably hooking up with someone at Minho’s party” he laughs as he softly pull away from you. “I just gotta go home and tell Jeongin I’m back alright?” You say as Hyunjin make a fake jealous face. “Don’t look at me like that! Jeongin is not quite my type, and I’m not his either.”

You knew that. Every time someone asked if you had slept together (as you were one of the “unlucky” girls that had to share a dorm with someone of the opposite sex (they were seriously acting like this was middle school)) he always looked so annoyed. And you fully understood that. You knew he loved you, and you loved him. Just not like that. That one time he brought someone over, you were really surprised, cause’ she seemed to be very different from you. Before that happened you thought Jeongin had some feelings for you, but you were convinced it was just his was of being respectful.

“Do you have a problem with me following you home?” He chuckle. You sigh. “No. Let’s go then” continued by a smile. Before you barely moved Hyunjin picks you up and was carried you on his back. You let out a small squeak by his actions; “Jin!” You say flustered, “oh shut up. You know you like it,” he says with a laugh, able to read you like a book. It’s not the first time he carried you like this. Just the first time after the feelings appeared. The feeling of being wrapped around someone you loved and adored made you feel so secure. And tired. Your energy definitely drained at your intimate moment. The alcohol in your blood was what keeping you going.

Hyunjin reach into your purse to fetch up a key before carefully lifting you down. “Ladies first,” he says with a fake British accent. Waving his hands toward the entry. “Y/n!” You hear a familiar voice from the living room. “Hey- Jisung?” You say confused as you thought it was Jeongin’s voice. The two men are sitting in the living room playing cards. “Jeongin is ordering pizzas, you want anything?” Jisung asks. Jeongin notice the two of you, smiling as it was obvious the date didn’t go terrible. You look at Hyunjin, who had put a hand around your thigh. “Sure, anything would be great!” You answer.

You enter your room to throw your bag on the bed and change into something more comfortable. “Can I watch?” Hyunjin say with a smirk and giggles as you removes your shirt. You sarcastically roll your eyes at him as your bra are revealed. You pick out a white, oversized T-shirt from your drawer and put that on. You roll down your skirt, as your panties were revealed. You could feel Hyunjin’s eyes hovering over your body but he is respectful and doesn’t do anything. He lets out a slight smile by your beauty. You take your sweatpants from your closet and put them on before crawling on top of Hyunjin. Hyunjin was leaning on the headboard of the bed and you place yourself on his lap, giving him a peck on the lips. He smells like alcohol and lust. “Do you wanna change as well?” You ask, pointing to the set of his clothes you always have at your place. He nods and get changed quickly.

-

You play a few different card games as the doorbell rings. “Pizzaaaaa” Jisung vocalises as he runs towards the door. When he opens the door, no pizza is to be seen, but a girl. “Hey Jisung, I know this isn’t your dorm but is Hyunjin here?” Jisung looks awkwardly toward you sitting on the sofa, “uhm- Hyunjin! Chae-won is here.” Jisung yells. Chae-won looks relieved and gave out a smile. Before Hyunjin stand up he gives you a reassuring hand squeeze.

You can’t hear what they’re saying, but there’s silence in the living room. You can feel the two boys’ gaze going between the door, you and each other. You see two arms wrap around the tall man standing in the door frame, but he pushes them away. He says something with a louder voice, you still can’t quite hear what they say. Hyunjin close the door and make his way towards the living room. You turn your head towards the others sitting across you. They quickly look away, and pretend to fiddle with their cards.

Hyunjin walks in with 5 pizzas in his hand. “Wait-“ Jisung tries to say but is interrupted by Hyunjin’s answer: “she met the pizza deliverer on the way, and he asked for help to find the dorm. She placed them beside the door.” “Beer? Soda?” Hyunjin looks at you.

“I’ll take water. We have school tomorrow,”

“Crap that’s right. Why did Minho throw a party on a Sunday anyway?”

“Minho..? Oh how is he?” Jisung asks quiet.

“Wait you didn’t go the party?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No I uh- I wasn’t invited.” Jisung says silently. That was weird. Jisung is always invited to party’s, he is usually the life of the party.

There had been some hard (both figuratively and literally) feelings between the two boys. You weren’t quite sure, but didn’t ask. They used to be really close though.

-

Jisung was on his way back to his dorm and he gives Hyunjin a quick look. “Oh did you wanna sleep over y/n? Jisung is leaving now, and I’m the only one who has a key.” Hyunjin asks. Jisung had apparently lost his key at some girls house once. “Yeah! Bye In!” You yell and close the front door behind you.

On your way back to Jisung and Hyunjin’s dorm, Jisung eyes how you and Hyunjin’s hands are locked together. “You two finally a thing? Crap!” You look confused at Jisung.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.

“Now I gotta listen to you fucking every day AND I lost a bet with Jeongin!”

Hyunjin bursts out laughing, clapping his hands

“No, you know what? Maybe that’s not a bad thing” Jisung adds with a smirk. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed, but the alcohols seemed to have an effect on you (funny enough).

“Looks like we’ll move to my dorm then,” you say teasingly and stops walking.

“No! Please I haven’t had an orgasm in like 5 days!”

“5 days? That doesn’t sound like Jisung,” Hyunjin chuckle.

“Oh really? How long has it been since you had one?” Jisung ask mockingly and you try to hold back your laugh. Hyunjin looks at his watch and squeeze your hand. “About 4-5 hours ago,” he say with a smirk and Jisung quickly looks at you before looking back at Hyunjin. A wave of disappointment hits his face and a groan left his lips.

The time was currently way past midnight. You join Hyunjin in bed after removing your bra and brushing your teeth. “You know, I thought a lot about earlier and- was the stretch too much for you? I’m sorry if it was, I was just- or probably still am too drunk,” Hyunjin mention as you tug yourself under the blanket and resting your head against his bare chest. “I know all this just started today, but I wanna make it up to you. And I also think that Jisung could use something other than his normal go-to porn.” Hyunjin chuckle. You can hear faint groans coming from the other side of the wall. Not groans of pleasure but groans of struggles. “I mean only if you can manage tha-“ you interrupt him with a kiss that is starting to turn into a make-out session. “The stretch was a lot, but totally worth it,” you say in between tongue wrappings.

Your lips parted again, you can feel his breath as he lets out a chuckle. His lips are tracing down your jawline, your neck and going to your collarbone. “Lift up?” He says as he tries to get your shirt off. You do as commanded and your bare breasts are revealed. “Goddamn. I could never get enough of these” Hyunjin say muffled, “Jin-“ you moan. “Be rough please,” you beg and place your hands on the top of his head to press it further down to your breasts. His cold fingers making you whimper.

“Just tell me if we’re going too fast alright?” He makes sure before a sudden change in his eyes that almost scare you. Hyunjin slides his hand down your underwear. A groan escapes his lips as he feels how wet you already are. The vibrations from his groan making you moan as well. His fingers sliding through your folds and making circles on your clit before one of his fingers enter your core. “Fuck-” You moan a bit too loudly as the struggling groans stop from the man on the other side of the wall. Hyunjin pumps his finger a few more times before adding two more. Your moans fill the the room and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, not far from your high.

“Crap!” You moan as you try to trap his hand to put them back into you. He clearly had some experience in this. He shoves his two fingers in your mouth and cups your face with his free hand. “You’re so perfect,” he compliments as he watch you taste yourself.

You aren’t sure if it was the strong feelings or the alcohol or maybe a mix between both that makes the both of you move so fast. But you have known each other for 13 years. You knew him, knew every bit of him (now physically and personally). He leans down to kiss your bellybutton, and grabs your waist. He leaves kisses and hickies on every inch of your body, claiming it as his.

You can spot his erection poke through his sweats. You reach a hand down to rub on it to please him as well. A groan leaves his lips; “eager are we?” He say, pinning your hands above your head. “Down on your knees.” Hyunjin commands, throwing a pillow on the floor to protect your knees. You do as said looking at him, rolling your hips from the tension between your legs. Hyunjin pulls out his length and you wrap your hands around it. He hiss as your cold hands touch the tip to spread the pre cum that had formed from all the fingering earlier. You give him a quick kiss on the tip before taking him all the way in, making you gag.

“Shit. You’re so good at this y/n,” Hyunjin moan as your lips wrap all over his cock. “You think so?” You laugh, giving him a few strokes before continuing the head. “Fuck. I bet Jisung is having the time of his life right now.” He chuckle, throwing his head back. You stroke the part that you can’t fit in your mouth and hollow your cheeks more and more. “Fuck- so good.. so good for me-“ he moans.

You pull off with a slight pop to catch your breath, your hands still stroking him. Your long nails clicking together once in a while,

“fuck. Those nails,” Hyunjin say

“Shit. Did I scratch you?”

“No they’re - fuck - they’re so hot”

“You have a thing for nails huh?”

“I uh-“

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has something that turns them on. You know, it’s good to know.” You give him a smirk as you stand up to give him a kiss. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he gives you a slight slap on the ass. “God. You think you can handle me now? Please tell me if the stretch is too much alright love? I don’t want to hurt you again.” Hyunjin wants to confirm with you before doing anything that could hurt you. You nod. “Go ahead then. Lay down,” he says, gesturing a hand towards the bed. You lay down spreading your legs.

-

Hyunjin are going at an incredible speed. At the first thrust he stopped so you could adjust for a minute before giving a quick smile and he slowly continued. His pace was now at an impossible speed. The room are filled with your moans and sounds of skin slapping together. Hyunjin throws your legs over his shoulders and hits all the right spots. “GOD YES” you moan as he growl into your neck. Sweat are dripping from Hyunjin’s forehead, the only cold thing between you two are the chain around his neck.

“C-coming,” he pants as he releases into the condom. Your second orgasm arrives as well.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks as he softly gives you a kiss on the lips. You’re drained from energy, and as soon as pulls out, you put his shirt on and tug under the blankets again. “Okay!? More than okay! How do you do that?” You ask with a chuckle, still struggling to catch your breath. “What time is it? 02.30!? We’ve been going for almost 3 hours? There’s something special with you y/n” he say with a smile, before joining you in bed. You quickly fall asleep with Hyunjin’s arms around you.

-

You wake up with the light from the pretty sunrise shining on your face. Hyunjin are sitting and painting, or at least trying to. “Good morning,” he says as he puts the paintbrush on the table beside him. “How are you? School starts in two hours” the feelings from all those months came rushing back. He looks so beautiful with his blonde, messy hair. So- angelic “I uh- I’m hangover” you say as a headache come rushing to your skull. “Yeah, me too. Stupid of Minho to throw a party on a Sunday anyway.” He stand up and sit beside you.

“Yesterday-“

“Was it too much? Are we moving too fast? I’m sorry if we are, but my feelings for you haven’t changed. I’m in love with you y/n and I’ve been for the past five years. I wasn’t sure before but after summer- I wasn’t unsure anymore.”

“Five years? Oh. I’m sorry Hyunjin. And with everything that happened between me and-“

“No no. It’s fine, I’m just happy I got to be so close with you for all those years,” he smile.

“Me too. That vacation really changed you huh? Everyone seem to be so into you. More than they used to.”

“They just can’t handle how handsome I am,” he jokes.

“Handsome? Hah.” You joke back,

Hyunjin throws a pillow at you and rolls his eyes

“Breakfast?” He ask

“Shower.” You answer.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Your heart skip a beat. Hyunjin might’ve seen you naked while you had sex, but that was different, now he had to see you naked in front of him in the shower. All your insecurities suddenly come rushing back.

“If you want to of course?” The look in his eyes changes from playful to more questioning. “No! I mean yeah, of course I want to. It’s just-“ you hesitate. You aren’t sure how to tell him that you’re insecure of your body. “I won’t look. I can just hold you if that’ll help? I promise you, you’re beautiful.” He state. “Alright. You go first then.” Just as the words leave your lips he gives you a kiss on the forehead and leaves the room.

Five minutes later you can hear the water start running, and that’s your call to leave the room. You pass through the living room and the kitchen and just as you were about to open the door, you spot Jisung at the corner of your eye. “Good morning y/n,” he was quiet. Not like in a sad or awkward way more- respectful. “Good morning? D-“ “you bet.” That was the last you heard, as he closes the door to his room behind him. That was your signal to enter the bathroom.

You stand there all naked. If you wanted to run it should be now. Should you? No of course not! The boy you had those strong feelings for are standing right behind that curtain- “you coming?” A voice say, from the shower. “Yes I uh- just close your eyes.” You say a bit ashamed of the fact that he knew all along you were standing there. “Of course.” You take a deep breath in and step into the shower. He stands there. Closed eyes with his head tilted upwards, the water running down his face. His Adam’s apple on full display. His plump lips being hit by the water running down his tall body. You take the last step and you are now resting your head on his chest. “Are you okay with this? I can leave if there’s a problem.” Hyunjin say as he lowers his head onto yours. He gives you a kiss on the head and opened his eyes. All he can see is the top of your head, and the shower curtain in front of him. “I’m more than okay. Please don’t leave.” You say as you look up into his eyes only giving him a sight of your chest pressed onto his. A smile appears on his lips and you tuck you head back into his chest.

-

You’re sitting waiting for the bell to eat so you can finally get something to eat. The last 10 minutes of history seems to be the longest you’ve ever waited. The girl sitting beside you was sick today but she would normally have been able to help you with taking notes and understanding what is being said. You stare into the back of Hyunjin’s head. Admiring how beautifully half of his hair is put up in a ponytail. Chae-won seems to be looking at Hyunjin once in a while but he ignores her. Hyunjin looks back at you, smiling. Ice cream? He mouths. You give out a little smile and just as you are about to nod, a harsh pull in your hair from behind, makes your head being thrown backwards. You turn your head to look behind you. The stinging feeling from your scalp are making your anger rise.

Jeong-hun. “What the hell Jeong!?” You whisper. “Move your big head I can’t see anything!” He whispers back. The bell rings and the both of you stand up. He is taller than you but that doesn’t stop you from giving him a harsh slap across the face. You can see his friends laughing in the corner. He grabs your collar and pull you close to him. “Those pretty little lips of yours, maybe they’re not worth ruining. At least not with this kind of violence. I might just take them aaaalll to myself.” He says with a smirk. You manage to pull yourself free of his grip and land on the floor. Just as he’s about to walk closer to you he is met by a punch. “Arh- what the hell- Hyunjin?” He says surprised; “what the hell man!” Jerk. You thought. Even if the two of you weren’t dating he would still have stood up for you. “Fuck off.” Hyunjin says. Jeong-hun narrows his eyes considering if it is worth it to take up the fight. Hyunjin’s face expression is calm. But you can feel the rage coming from him and clearly Jeong-hun can as well. He rolls his eyes and say; “you’re no fun anyway. Come on, let’s get some food guys.” Hyunjin turns to look at you and squats in front of you. “Are you alright?” He ask. “Yeah. Thank you.” You say with a smile. You stretch your neck to see if anyone was still in the classroom. You lean in for a kiss and Hyunjin follow.

Jisung walks into the classroom. “Can I watch?” He ask with a smirk. Hyunjin’s lips leaves yours and he stand up, offering you a hand. You take it and are quickly standing up again. Hyunjin walks over to Jisung and are greeted by; “three hours? That’s a new record dude! Aren’t you tired?” Jisung asks, “I’m hangover. Did it help?”

“You bet! God. Please stay at our place every time you decide to fuck!” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and looks over at you and that is your signal to come over. Jisung eyes you when you walked their way. “She is quite a catch,”

“This is not some kind of game Ji. I love her.”

“You do? Damn, never thought it would actually happen between you, well one times gotta be the first.”

You take Hyunjin’s hand. “Hey Jisung, what’re you doing here?”

“Watching you two make out on the floor” he jokes

“No, I just heard there was a fight, wanted to make sure you were okay,”

“Yeah thank you, I’m okay. It wasn’t that serious but Jin came to the rescue. Not that I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself,” you joke and do a fake punch in Hyunjin’s stomach. He join the game and pretends to fall over in slow motion.

“Yup. I’m leaving now, this is too lovey dovey for me” Jisung laugh and leave the classroom. “So? Ice cream and a movie after school?” Hyunjin asks, “okay!”

-

“Oh c’mon! You seemed to like my nails so much last night.” You chuckle teasingly.

“Your smile is pretty-“

“No! No talking around this!”

“… fine. Only if I get the pretty hairband.”

“You don’t need a hairband for a manicure-“

“Now you do.”

“Then you have to put a face mask on as well.”

“… no”

“Looks like I’m cutting my nails then!”

“Okay fine! Put the stupid mask on me then,” Hyunjin say, followed by a sarcastic eye roll.

“Yay! Thank you Jin!”

“Don’t tease-“ he says looking to the side as he blush.

You file and paint Hyunjin’s nails and notice how his chest start to rise quicker as he watches the smooth precise movements you do with your hands. “Fuck. Your hands are so pretty,” Hyunjin say. “I can’t believe you have a kink for nails,” you laugh and place yourself on his lap. “Shut up. I can’t help it,” Hyunjin groan and place a kiss on your lips.

You feel it. His hard on. “Fuck- I’m sorry, I just can’t control myself when you’re like that-“ He apologise. You start slowly rolling your hips and locking your lips onto his. “Oh but I’m on my period, we can’t,” you say with a teasing tone and continue to grind against him. “I-It’s probably good we take it slow anyway. Crap.” it is only the thin layers of clothes between the two of you. “Fuuck baby” he groan. Your make out session continue for a while but he suddenly grabs your hips to stop them from moving, “if you continue I won’t be able to stop,” your foreheads are locked together and you can feel his hot breath on your swollen lips. “Let’s continue the movie then,” you smile and crawl off his lap, “me practically riding you probably wasn’t the best idea either.” “Yeah, let me just- go finish up. gosh you’ve made a mess already.” He chuckle.

-

The movie ended and you are hungry. But not only for food. You’re extremely turned on after your make out session, “Hungry?” You look at Hyunjin with wide eyes as a if he could read you like a book. “Yeah but can I hop in the shower first?” You want to relax, wash all the thoughts off of you. Hyunjin said it; ‘it’s probably better if we take it slow’. “I’ll make you some food then, princess.”

‘Princess..’ you need that shower. NOW.

-

“Mhhmmm” your eyes rolls in the back of your head, “this is so good! Did you make this?”

“No Felix made it. He left some when he was here.”

Hyunjin had met Felix at a dancing competition and they got really close. If you weren’t his best friend, Felix would definitely be.

“Oh he visited? I thought he was still in Australia.”

“He got back last weekend and he came over with this.”

“Well it was delicious, can we go to bed now?”

“Yes, let’s go” Hyunjin gives you a peck on lips and the two of you go to bed.

-

It has been two weeks since you and Hyunjin had had sex. ‘Taking it slow’ gosh, this was too slow. Everything was suddenly a turn on. How his black hair was slowly growing back, the way he scratches his neck, the way his hair was tied in a half ponytail, the rings on his fingers and how he would change his position in the boring chair once in a while. You need something. No. Someone. Him. You need Hyunjin in some way. You stare at the back of his head, chewing on your pencil as a thought cross your mind.

You raise your hand, squeezing your thighs together as you wait for the teacher to notice. “Yes y/l/n?” “Can I go to the bathroom please?” You asks. “Yes.” You stand up and brushes your fingers along Hyunjin’s arm as you pass by him. You can feel his eyes following you as you leave the classroom. Hopefully he got the hint, or you’ll have to do this yourself.

-

You enter the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Hyunjin loved you. You still couldn’t get that out of your head. Love. You check every stall to make sure nobody is here.

The door opens and in step the tall, handsome boyfriend of yours. He walks over to you and grabs your waist and you throw your arms around his neck. “Please Jinnie- I need you so bad. We haven’t slept together in two weeks!”

“You wanted to take it slow-“

“No you wanted to take it slow. Plus, not sleeping together for two weeks isn’t taking it slow.”

“I said it cause I didn’t want to scare you off. I love you. If you want to, we can move faster”

“Whatever. Please just fuck me Jinnie!” You say throwing your head into his chest. Hyunjin places his hand on the back of your head and locks his lips onto yours. You move into a stall and Hyunjin makes his way to your breasts but you push him away and guided his hands towards your crotch and you can feel the heat coming from your core. “Can I pull that pretty skirt off of you?” You hear the lust in his voice. “Please.” And so he does, revealing your black laced panties. “May I take that shirt off of you mister?” You jokingly say. “Oh please madam,” he joke back, his tongue resting on your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.

“Fuck-“ Hyunjin kisses your clit and inner thighs through your panties. This was just what you needed, then it didn’t matter that it was in the school toilet. He runs his fingers along the rem of your underwear and pulls them off.

Hyunjin’s tongue is making circles around your clit while two of his fingers are curling up inside you. You are sitting on the toilet with Hyunjin eating you out. The wonders he can do. “Shit. Hyunjin I’m-“ just like that he pulls away, “wh-“ you’re interrupted by a hand covering your mouth. “Someone entered” he whispers in your ear. He is fast, his movements precise. He picks you up and places himself on the toilet and slowly lifts you down on his length. “Fuck you’re tight-“ he whispers with a low groan. Neither of you dares to move. You bury your face in his neck as you are adjusting to his length. “Are you alright?” He whispers, “y-yes” you manage to say. You do not want to get caught even if it might’ve been a turn on for someone, it isn’t for you. Those were some of the most popular girls talking, if they caught you everyone would suddenly know that you were fucking Hyunjin on a toilet.

“Omg did you hear what Minho said?”

“No what?”

“Hyunjin is sleeping with y/n!”

“What!? No way! Why her? He’s like too handsome for her.”

“Aren’t they like best friends?”

“Yeah but apparently Hyunjin had always liked her.”

One of the three girls that had entered the bathroom groan; “oh come on! I was totally gonna ask him on a date today, he looked at me at lunch!”

“No you weren’t. We all know you don’t have the confindence to ask Hwang Hyunjin out.”

“But if you suddenly get it, you can always ask him- like they’re only sleeping together right?”

“I think so. Minho saw them at his party a few weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah that’s right! They’re friends aren’t they?”

“Yeah, Jeongin, Hyunjin, Felix, Chan Hyung and… Jisung”

“Jisung? Does Jisung and Minho know each other?”

“Yeah apparently something happened between them. Didn’t Minho Hyung tell you anything, Min-ji? He is your boyfriend.”

“No he doesn’t really like talking about it. And me and Minho didn’t start dating before his party.”

“And besides I-“

The girls leave the bathroom. “You know I’m not only with you to sleep with you right?” Hyunjin say. Wow that thought hadn’t crossed your mind before. “Yeah- I wasn’t doubting that, I think the two weeks proved that,” you chuckle.

“Can I move?” You nod.

-

“Fuck, how are you always so tight y/n?” You only manage to whimper in response. “You’re so - fuck - cute like this” Hyunjin says with a heavy breath “all fucked out by me, your messy hair is so beautiful.” You pick up your pace, “Hyunjinah-“ “fuck y/n-“ he lifts you off and stroke his cock a few times before long ropes of cum runs down his toned body. You grab some paper to clean him up. “Do people know we’re together? You told Minho?” You ask confused.

“No I-“ he sighs “when I whispered in his ear, I asked if there was somewhere more private I could take you. Not that I was planning to sleep with you but-“

“Nono, I totally get it. I was only curious.”

“Great. I just really don’t wanna lose you over some stupid argument.” He says while putting on his belt “by the way. Felix, Chan Hyung, Jisung, Jeongin and maybe Minho Hyung is meeting up later. You’re welcome to join if you want to?”

Felix was one of sweetest people you had ever met but Chan Hyung? You had only met him a few times. The older boy seemed caring and extroverted but you didn’t know him that well. He probably didn’t remember your name anyway. You had only met him when Hyunjin and Felix performed and he went to give Felix a birthday gift. You also met him at a party a year ago. But you were just talking with Ryujin a we-are-friends-when-the-popular-people-hates-us friend. But she was cool. The point is that you weren’t really talking with him you only introduced yourself once.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You say, slipping on your panties and fixing your skirt. You turn the lock and walk out of the stall heading towards the mirror to check if there was any signs of your little hook-up. A little messy hair but that was gone in a second. You tighten your tie and head towards the door. “See you in class lover boy.”

-

The boys chose a club that was just down the street. Minho is no where to be seen, but the tension between him and Jisung hasn’t changed. You and Hyunjin sits at the bar and laugh about something nobody would normally remember. The two of you arrived early for once. A few minutes after your arrival, Felix arrived. “Oh hey Felix! Long time no see, how was Australia?” You ask and hug him. “It was great seeing my family again and visiting Sydney.” Felix is an exchange student from Australia. He has Australian background and visited his family for the first time in a year.

Later Chan arrives, followed by Jeongin and a doubting Jisung. “You’re y/n right?” Wow. Chan Hyung actually remembered your name, you are surprised. “The one and only.”

“Christopher Bang,”

“Oh I thought-“

“Yeah you can call me Chan, that’s my Korean name.”

“Wait- are you Australian as well?”

“Yeah, born and mostly raised in Sydney. We moved back to Korea when I got older.”

“Oh well-“ a tap on your shoulder interrupts you; “y/n look.” And so you do. In walks Minho. Jisung freezes before downing his drink and ordering a few more. Minho greets Jeongin and his eyes only quickly goes over Jisung before moving to Felix to greet him.

Jisung is quiet. He hadn’t seen Minho for a while. Or so you assume. Your curiosity is killing you so you finally decide to take action:

“Excuse us for a second,” you say with a smile and pull Hyunjin to the side. “You gotta tell me what happened between them! You always tell me everything,” you say with a serious tone but your puppy eyes is the trick. “I promised Jisung I wouldn’t tell anyone but- alright. Jisung had developed feelings for Minho and they had slept together but weren’t anything official. Jisung apparently walked in on Minho making out with a girl. I don’t know who she was, but I think he knew her.” Hyunjin say, looking around to make sure no one is listening; “they got into a huge fight. I don’t know if it got physical but it was bad. Minho Hyung didn’t leave to visit family, he left because he couldn’t even look at Jisung. He’s back now and with a girlfriend.” Hyunjin sighs.

“Wow- I didn’t know it was that bad-“ you give Hyunjin a quick peck on the lips before heading towards Jisung. You sit beside him; “if this is too much- we can always drive you home. I didn’t drink too much yet and I can stay sober if you need that.” You say to Jisung. “Thank you y/n, but- I think I’m okay. Plus I have all these to finish before leaving anyways.” He points to the three drinks he ordered. “There’s no need to drink your emotions away. They’re all gonna flood back tomorrow then.” Hyunjin says and place a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

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Jisung promised he didn’t need a lift home and he could handle it. But you could always call an Uber if it all ended up in too much anyway. You and Hyunjin is dancing in the crowd. Bodies dragging up against each other, the loud music, the bright lights and the smell of alcohol and sex always ended in you being turned on. As well is Hyunjin. He’s grabbing your hips as you rock your body to the music. Hyunjin holds your jaw, lips dancing not even inches apart but something stops you. Hyunjin turns around, a girl had tapped him on the shoulder. “Hyunjinnie! It’s so good seeing you again!” She almost yell.

The three of you manage to pull yourself out of the crowd and was now back at the bar. “Jessica? What’re you doing here?”

“Well my Christmas holiday started early, and I thought of you. And I’ve never been to Korea, so here I am!” The European girl says

“Oh well that’s- very nice of you,”

“Who’s your little friend?” ‘Little friend’ you think to yourself

“This is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re taken now? What a shame. Well I’ll order a drink, I’ll be back in a few”

Hyunjin can feel your eyes drilling holes into the back of his head. “Look- she-“

Hyunjin sighs. “She helped me around in Italy when I was totally lost and well- we-“

“You slept together?”

“Yeah. We did. But I promise you, it’s only you now!”

“Jin-“

“I got the break I needed and she helped me find myself like I needed. She really helped me and- we didn’t just sleep together,”

“You were dating?”

“Yes but we knew it wouldn’t last! I needed to get back to Korea, and she needed to continue her studies.”

“Hyunjin-“

“And I didn’t know she would show up-“

“HYUNJIN. It’s fine. You’re a grown man, and we weren’t anything back then. I’m glad you found what you were looking for. I don’t care who you slept or dated with back then. The most important thing is your health alright?”

Hyunjin swallows. “Just- okay”

“I’m gonna go check on Jisung, I can’t seem to spot him anywhere.”

You can’t seem to find him anywhere though. “Felix? Did you see where Minho went?” Hopefully they weren’t toring each other apart somewhere.

“Yeah I think he went that way,” he points towards a door apparently leading to some smoking rooms and more quiet places.

“Thank you,” you say and leave the bar.

You pass through the hallway, the smell of smoke seeking into your nose. You hear chatter. No. Laughter? You walk closer to the room where the sound comes from. Crap. You thought. Shouting.

“You just left Minho!”

“Do you know how confusing everything was!?”

“I could’ve-“

“No Jisung. You couldn’t.”

“Please Minho-“

“Look. It was great the short time it lasted, but I’m not like that anymore.”

“Was it just a hookup? You didn’t feel anything?” You can hear Jisung starting to tear up.

“Please Jisung-“

“And that girl? Did you feel anything for her!?”

“Jisung I left everything because of the feelings I was feeling! I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me alright!?” The frustration in his voice make you realise you probably shouldn’t be listening to this.

Just as you turn to walk away, Minho say: “Jisung? Crap!” You turn around to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure he just collapsed- we were- discussing things and he got upset and just-“

“I’ll get my phone and call someone.”

“Do you know how much he drank?”

“He drank a lot. I think he needed some kind of- distraction.”

“Alright. Grab me his back, yeah?” He request and you follow.

“He’s sensitive to that much alcohol. I had to learn the hard way.”

Minho is sitting on the floor with his arm wrapped around Jisung while the other one looks through his bag. “Here we go.” He pulls out a glass of pills, “do you have any water?”

“No, I can go get some.” And that you do.

“Is everything alright y/n?” Felix ask

“Yeah, no worries”

You walk back with a glass of water in your hand but just as you enter the room you see Jisung awake, being held by Minho, with their lips locked together.

Jisung notice you. “Oh sorry y/n-“

“No it’s fine,” you place the glass of water on the floor “you two do you. I’ll give you some privacy.”

You walk back into the bar, trying to spot Hyunjin. You spot him at the dance floor and you start heading over to him but he isn’t alone. Jessica has her hand at the back of his head and her other hand is slowly making its way to his crotch. “Get off Jessica,” he says, pushing her away.

“Oh come on Jin, your little girlfriend isn’t here.”

“Don’t call me tha-“

“She is.” You say

“It was very generous of you to come here to visit Hyunjin, but there’s no need to be all over your ex like that.”

“Like you know anything. He was all over me, loved me.”

“So what if he did? He loves me now. He has for the last five years.” You lean even closer to her with a smirk on your lips.

“He was so lost. All I did was help him. He would be gone without me.”

“I was the one to tell him to take that vacation, I even helped pay. His mental health had nothing to do with you. You might’ve distracted him for the moment and thank you for that, but it’s over now.”

“You’re pretty you know that right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

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A/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This series is gonna be longer than intended cuz’ I have so many ideas😭. I hope you’re up for that🫶🎄🎅🏻🎁

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As you stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in your comfy pajamas, you felt utterly drained from the long and eventful day at school. Every step you took seemed to be heavier than the last, and all you wanted was to collapse onto something soft and forget about the world.

The memory of your lunchtime mishap kept replaying in your mind, and you couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

As you entered your best friend Seora's room, you heard her infectious laughter, but you chose to ignore it for now. Instead, you dramatically plopped face down onto the soft bed, wanting to momentarily escape from the world.

You lay there for a few seconds before letting out a loud and dramatic sigh, feeling like your life was over. To your surprise, Seora noticed your mood and put her phone face down, concerned. "Hey, what's wrong, Y/N?" she asked gently.

With a pout, you rolled over to explain, "I may have demolished any and all chances of my crush ever liking me back."

"What—how the hell did you end up doing that?"

"So, there I was, just casually walking to my table in the cafeteria, trying to act all cool, and then bam! I tripped on thin air and practically face-planted in front of everyone, including Yugyeom!"

Seora couldn't hold back her laughter, but she tried to console you at the same time. "Oh, Y/N, don't even trip 'bout it too much. We all have those clumsy moments. And besides, it's not like Yugyeom ain't seen you stumble before."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Ugh, I know, but why does it always have to happen in front of him? It's like the universe is determined to make me look like a total fool!"

Seora playfully nudged you. "Girl, you don't have to be so hard on yourself. Besides, it was just one of those adorable Y/N-moments we've come to know and love."

You shot her a mock glare, but you couldn't help but smile at her attempt to cheer you up. "Gee, thanks for the support, Seora."

"No, really," she continued with a grin, "you have this uncanny ability to turn into a giggly mess whenever a cute guy is around. It's quite the talent."

"Oh, please," you rolled your eyes playfully, "like you were any better."

Seora held her hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, guilty as charged. But at least I don't have the tendency to trip over air like you do."

You playfully shoved her shoulder, and she laughed, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "Come on, Y/N, it was all part of your charm. And you know what? I had just the solution to turn that frown upside down."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, do tell, wise one."

Seora grinned and pulled out her phone. "Let's watch some TikTok videos together! I swear, when I'm feelin' down, they always manage to make me feel better."

You couldn't help but be intrigued by her excitement. "Yeah, that might help," you agreed, figuring a distraction would do you good.

As you both watched a few hilarious TikTok videos, your mood started to lift. Seora had a knack for picking the funniest ones, and soon, you found yourself laughing along with her.

"Who were we watching anyway?" you asked, curious about the source of these entertaining videos.

Seora grinned. "Oh, this is my favorite TikToker, Jimin. His videos are hilarious, and he has this raunchy and no-nonsense attitude that's too good. You gotta check him out, you'll love him." A second later, her phone pinged with a notification. "Oh! He's doing a livestream! Let's watch it together."

And with that, you snuggled up next to her to watch the livestream.

"Since you guys kept pestering me about who the random dudes that occasionally pop up in my videos were, I decided to go live, so you know what that means. It's introduction time, bitches!" Jimin declared, proudly brandishing his phone in front of his face. The view count skyrocketed in an instant, going from a measly three hundred to a mind-blowing seven thousand views in a blink of an eye.

"Jimin!" Someone scolded, flinging a crumpled paper at him, nailing him right in the back of the head. "You can't curse while going liveㅡthere are children on this app."

"Well, that sounds like a problem I have zero fucks to fix," Jimin scoffed, strutting across the room, his pink hair cascading like cotton candy. "Now, as I was saying before being rudely interrupted, allow me to introduce the first contestant of this ragtag-ass group." He came to a halt in front of a blond-haired man engrossed in his phone and began the introduction. ""This is Seokjin, but he likes to go by Jin. He's 25 and is the oldest in our group. He basically takes care of everyone. He makes sure we go to school, that we have the things we need, and feeds us—oh, and he also makes sure we don't fuck up his house."

Jin glanced up at the sound of his name, shooting Jimin a blank stare before turning on his charm for the camera. "Follow me on TikTok, lovelies. My username is @Handsome_SJinnie." He finished with a flirty wink.

Immediately, Jin's phone lit up like a Christmas tree, inundated with notifications. "Would you look at that? I just gained fourteen hundred new followers."

Jimin pivoted the phone, giving the camera an incredulous look. "What the actual hell is this? It took me weeks before I got at least fifty of you crusty-ass betrayers to follow me, yet this bitch just got over a thousand of you to do that in an instant?" he questioned, utterly flabbergasted, as he moved on, striding toward a cream-colored sofa. "And y'all wonder why I say fuck pretty-privileged ass people."

Still seething under his breath, Jimin strolled the length of the sofa until he stood over a mint-haired guy, peacefully snoozing away. "Yoongi," he called out, gently shaking his shoulders. No response. "Yoongi."

"..."

"Yoongi."

"..."

"Yoongi."

"..."

Jimin began to grow annoyed by the lack of a response. With pursed lips, he said his name a few more times, going as far as to even pinch his face. "Get the fuck up, bitch!" Jimin shouted, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him, but Yoongi remained unfazed, deep in his slumber, immune to Jimin's noises.

"Fuck this shit. This is Yoongi, our resident sleepyhead. At 24, he's the second eldest. All he does is sleep, eat, and shit, so you probably won't see him much in my videos," Jimin explained, turning the camera to reveal Yoongi's dozing face, showcasing his porcelain skin and pouty lips. "Alright, let's move on to the next victim, shall we?" he hummed as he headed out of the room.

"Hey, Jimin!" Jin's voice echoed just as Jimin was about to exit the door. "Make sure to grab me a donut from the kitchen on your way back."

"Alright!" Jimin replied, slamming the door behind him. "I ain't bringing him shit. Bitch has a larger following than I do. Go get your fucking followers to go do it," he muttered under his breath, bounding down the stairs, taking two steps at a time, like a rebellious staircase-sliding pro.

"Jimin! Someone just messaged me on TikTok and told me what you said! I advise you to bring me my shit before I have to put my hands on you!"

Jimin halted at the foot of the stairs, spinning around to glare into the camera lens. "Oh, that's just foul. You bunch of snitches." A snarl curled his plump lips. "I swear, I introduce you thirsty bitches to him, and this is the thanks I get?" he grumbled, venting his frustration as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Jiminie, what's cookin'?" A cheery voice chimed in.

Turning around, the camera zeroed in on a guy with orange hair, happily sipping water. "Oh, hey Hobi. I'm going live on TikTok to introduce my fans to everyone in the house." Jimin waved his phone in the air before strolling past Hobi.

"Oh~ Can I introduce myself too? Pretty please?" Hobi pleaded, bouncing up and down, his eyes sparkling like constellations in the night sky.

"Sure," Jimin agreed, handing the phone over. "Here, knock yourself out while I go grab Jin's donut."

Clutching the phone excitedly, Hobi stepped aside to let Jimin strut past, then positioned the camera to capture his own face. "Hello, beautiful souls~ I'm Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope, or Hobi, or Sunshine. Whatever floats your boat," HobiᅳHoseok said, beaming his trademark smile. "I'm the third oldest in the group, at 23. My favorite color is green, I love dancing, rapping, and animals. I also work part-time as a dance instructor—"

"What the heck are you doing? This isn't Christian Mingle," Jimin interrupted, snatching the phone from Hobi's grasp.

"But I just wanted to make some new friends."

"Um, no." Jimin scoffed, shoving Hobi aside as he headed out of the kitchen, Jin's donut securely in hand.

A pitiful whine left Hoseok as he followed after the short roseate, lips pulled into a pout. "But why not?"

"Because you're too damn nice. I don't need fans sliding into my DMs, begging me to play matchmaker while I'm still single. It doesn't work that way, buddy."

Realizing he wasn't making headway, Hobi sighed in defeat. "'Kay, I guess I'll catch you later." With that, he bounced away to an unknown destination.

Shaking his head at Hobi's exuberant exit, Jimin turned to ascend the stairs, ready to be done with it all. Yet, just as his foot touched the first step, someone called out his name. "Oh, my fucking Gods! I can't get anywhere in this damn house without any fucking interruptions!" he hissed, pivoting and making his way to the source of the voice.

"What?" Jimin's voice dripped with ice as he found himself face-to-face with two guys engrossed in a horror movie on the television.

One of them tore his gaze away from the demonic entity on-screen to lock eyes with Jimin, his red hair falling across his face. "Well, damn. All I did was call your name. No need to be a little bitch about it," he retorted, his deep voice slicing through the screams on TV.

"Ugh. Fine, what do you want, Tae?"

"Just wondering what you're up to and if you'd like to join me and Kookie for movie night," the red-haired guy replied, gesturing toward a boy with black hair.

"Well, I was going around introducing everyone on my TikTok, but I had to bring Jin his damn donut." Jimin raised the treat wrapped in napkins.

"Oh, cool. Can you introduce me too?"

"Might as well." Rolling his eyes, Jimin adjusted the camera to showcase both guys on the couch. "Alright everyone, this redhead is my main bitch, AKA best friend for life, AKA ride or die, AKA soulmate, Taehyung. He's 22, the same age as me, and is also the second youngest one in our group. And no, he's taken, so y'all can back the fuck up," he snapped, watching a flurry of thirsty comments about Taehyung popping up on the screen.

"No, I'm not taken. Jimin's just messing with you. I'm single, people," Taehyung clarified, his lips forming a boxy shape after playfully kicking Jimin's leg.

Jimin kicked him back before shifting his attention to the other teenager in the room. "And this muscle pig is Jungkook. He's 18 and the baby of our squad. He doesn't speak English very well, so don't bother asking me for his TikTok."

Jungkook tore his eyes away from the movie, his brows furrowing at Jimin's words. "Yes, I do, you little bitch."

"Whoa, simmer down, kiddo. Aren't you a tad too young to be dropping curse words so casually?" Jimin leaned forward, an eyebrow arching teasingly, goading the young guy to fire back.

But instead of taking the bait, Jungkook just scoffed. "You're not worth the breath in my lungs to argue with, you fucking cumslut."

Though caught off guard by the hostility in Jungkook's voice, Jimin merely sniffed, holding his head high. "Tuh!" he spat with a roll of his eyes. "Is that the best you got, kiddie? I've seen babies with sharper teeth than that."

Jungkook didn't spare him a second glance, nudging Taehyung to speak on his behalf.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung straightened up, flashing Jimin a quirky smile. "Sorry, Chim, but I think it's best if you make your exit. You know, take a breather."

Huffing, Jimin waved him off before turning away. "Whatever. Bye-bye, hoes."

"Don't bother coming back, bitch," Jungkook's voice rang out as Jimin retreated.

A few minutes later, Jimin found himself standing in front of a closed door. Just as he was about to pass it, a mischievous thought struck him, prompting him to take a detour. With a mischievous grin, he swung the door open, startling the purple-haired individual inside, causing him to drop his book onto the ground in surprise. "Jimin! How many times do I have to tell you to knock?" the man scolded, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

"Everyone, meet Namjoon. He's the same age as Hoseok and is the fourth oldest in our group," Jimin introduced, intentionally disregarding Namjoon's inquiry.

"What are you even doing?" Namjoon asked, clearly annoyed.

"Going live and introducing you all to my TikTok fans," Jimin replied, undeterred.

"Well, now that you're done, can you please leave and close the door behind you, so I can read in peace?" Namjoon asked, picking up his fallen book. But as he did so, the spine ripped, and pages fluttered to the floor. "Goddammit!" he exclaimed, placing a hand on the coffee table for support, only for one of its legs to give way, causing it to crash to the ground.

Another groan escaped Namjoon's lips as he placed his hands on his head in frustration.

"Careful, Joon. You might break your neck," Jimin snickered, relishing in Namjoon's misfortune.

"Shut the hell up, Jimin! Now, if you're not going to help, please leave." Namjoon bent down to retrieve his damaged book from the floor.

A snort of amusement escaped Jimin. "And who the fuck are you? You don't get to boss me around. I'm a grown-ass man—"

"Jimin! Where the fuck is my donut? I've been waiting for twenty damn minutes!" Jin's voice bellowed from the other room.

"On my way!" Jimin shouted, his eyes widening as he hurried up the stairs to deliver Jin his treat.

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"I fucking hate this house," Jimin grumbled to himself, laying flat out on his bed.

After giving Jin his donut (which he promptly threw away, forcing Jimin to fetch a replacement), Jimin returned to his room to wrap up the livestream. "Alright, you lonely bitches, I'm about to end the Livestream, but before I go, I need to set up some ground rules, or whatever the fuck I have to do on here so I don't get reported and deleted," he said, sitting up and positioning his phone to capture his face.

"Rule number one: There will be an assload of cursing on here, so brace yourselves for a shitstorm of profanity. If you can't handle being called a bitch, a few well-placed fuck yous, or the word hoe, then this ain't the place for you, sweetheart."

The sound of someone banging on the door next to him interrupted Jimin from continuing his list of rules.

"Jungkook! Where the fuck is my banana milk?" A voice shouted from outside Jimin's room.

"I don't fucking know, Yoongi! Why the hell are you asking me?" Jungkook's voice retorted.

Jimin hopped out of bed and made his way to his door. Creaking it open, he saw Yoongi standing in front of Jungkook with an angry scowl on his face.

"Because it's not where I left it in the damn freezer, you little bitch! And you stay drinking my shit!"

"Well, I don't know! Ask Taehyung!"

"Don't bring me into shit!" Taehyung's voice echoed as he flung open his own bedroom door. "I saw Jungkook drinking it earlier!"

"What the fuck, Tae! You promised you wouldn't tell! You're such a damn snitch!"

"Fuck you, Jungkook! I'm not trying to die! I have class tomorrow!" Taehyung shot back slamming his door shut.

Jimin sighed, closing his own door and turning back to his livestream, determined to resume the rules.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Jungkook!" The sounds of thundering footsteps were heard as Yoongi chased the young boy down the hallway. "Come here, you little shit!"

Jimin waited until it was silent before moving on to the next rule.

"Number two: There will be many references to TikTok videos on here, so don't be slow and say things like 'I remember this from TikTok,' or 'Wait, that was from TikTok. Omg, she stole that idea!' because she fucking knows that already. Why do you think the title is called TikTok?"

"Number three: A few of these chapters will be based on TikTok videos, others not. Some of these chapters will be based on Xani's imagination because she's low-key stupid and a whole crackhead," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, you already knew that from reading her author's notes in her other book. It's called No Hoods Attached by the way. And yes, I fucking did advertise her book on here. Fight me," Jimin dared with an arched brow.

"Anyways, number four: Don't be a bitch and steal any of her work from her. I know it's called TikTok and will even have chapters based on a few of the most known videos, but all of this is from Xani's mind and takes a lot of thinking for her to come up with these, so just think of something else please."

"And finally, number five: Enjoy. Be sure to vote and comment," he finished. "Now. I believe that is all that needs to be said. Other than that, enjoy what we have planned. See you hoes later." With that, Jimin clicks off the app, ending the Livestream.

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"See? I told you he's amazing!" Seora exclaimed with a happy nudge as the pinkette finished the live.

You nodded, a genuine smile forming on your lips. "Can't believe I didn't know about him, he's a vibe," you said, pulling out your own phone, "Hey, share the link to his TikTok. I want to follow him right now so I don't forget."

A happy smile filled your face as the link popped up, and without a second to waste, you pressed follow.

~𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚~

Jimin lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone after finishing the live stream. He was about to close the app when a notification popped up from TikTok. His lips curled into a self-assured smirk as he clicked on it, revealing the message.

Y/N now follows you.

"Heh, about time," he chuckled to himself, feeling a hint of cockiness creeping into his demeanor. The thrill of being one step closer to beating Jin's follower count fueled his competitive spirit. Not that he would admit it out loud, but he secretly loved the friendly rivalry they had going on.

"Oh, Y/N, you've got good taste," he said, addressing the notification as if you were right there with him. "Following the right TikToker, I see."

Jimin relished in the thought of impressing you with his future content, confident that you wouldn't be disappointed. After all, his videos were pure gold, and his charisma oozed through the screen. He knew he had a way of drawing people in, and he fully intended to keep you entertained.

With a newfound determination, he started brainstorming ideas for his next videos, eager to put his charm and talent to work. "Time to show Jin who's the real TikTok king," he mused, setting his sights on surpassing his friend's follower count.

Jimin's mind buzzed with excitement, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for his TikTok journey. He knew that with more followers like you joining his ever-growing fanbase, he was well on his way to TikTok stardom. The playful competition with Jin only added fuel to the fire, and he was more than ready to rise to the challenge.

As he set his phone aside, Jimin couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of something big. Little did he know that a simple follow from you, Y/N, would ignite a spark of motivation and drive that would propel him to even greater heights on TikTok.

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so, nanowrimo

Writers who are both more eloquent and more established than I have talked at length about it, it's ups and downs, etc., but I figured Hey! I've got a writing blog now and Opinions on Nano! Might as well talk about it, right?

So, for starters, I did Nano about 10 years ago back in high school, and I'm considering doing it again this year. Sorta. We'll get back to that. When I did it the first year in high school it was fun! I did it with a friend, and I didn't "win" but I did get a lot more words down than I was used to! But of course I had school and then college to focus on, so eventually that 2/3rds of a novel draft just kinda withered away while I did nothing with it. Flash forward to the next year and I decide Hey! I should do this again! And I did, and I got maybe 2 days in before I crashed and burned. Flash forward to the next year, and it happens again. And again, and again, until eventually I swore off nano and decided it was Absolutely Terrible for Writers Forever.

So, what changed? Uh, nothing, really. I still don't think nano is a good thing for young writers who haven't learned what the writing cycle actually feels like, or even looks like.

(As a disclaimer: if you are a writer and feel like the structure and deadline works for you to help you pump out a draft, hell yeah! Good for you! Legitimately good for you, no sarcasm! This is not directed at you.)

SO THE WRITING STRUCTURE. WHAT IS IT? It's drafts. It's so many drafts, especially for longer works. It's drafts upon drafts as you figure out how you actually want your story to work. It's writing a whole novel and letting it sit and returning to it and rewriting the entire thing, and then realizing that rewrite was just a second draft, maybe even a 4th draft as you reconfigure what a "draft" actually even looks like. And then, once you have a draft you're satisfied with, it's edits. And then it's several phases of edits before you're satisfied again. And then, depending on what route you're going in terms of publishing, it's potentially even more drafts and editing and drafts of editing as you work to get your story out and-

It's a lot of work, okay? Not that anyone ever said it wasn't, but I feel like we need to be honest with ourselves in that writing is a lot of work. Cranking out 50k words in a month is a draft. A very hasty, very slapdash draft. When I tried doing this in college, I didn't quite realize it, wrapped up in all the hype of writing a novel in a month, and so kept getting frustrated when my words werent perfect. Never mind that I'd never actually finished a draft before, didn't even really know what a draft looked like.

So, why am I trying again? Great question! I'm not! Sorta. I'm not holding myself to the word count (I'm mostly writing short stories and novellas these days anyways), I'm not tying to write a finished product, and if I don't reach my goal this month I'm not going to stop. Because that's what happens a nontrivial amount: dec 1 rolls around and people stop writing without the structure/deadline to keep going, and so all the work they put in to keep up a writing habit goes down the drain. Anyways, my goal this year for this month of nanowrimo is just to stress test my own drafting abilities: how much of a draft for my next Xal novella can I get done in a month? That's it. That's my entire goal, just to see what happens. If I make it? Sweet! Onto the next phase! If I don't? Sweet! Most of a draft is better than no draft! Onto the next phase!

Draft writing is just one spoke in a wheel, and you gotta keep it turning onto the next thing.

So, what's the end to all this? Should you never participate in nano? Should you denounce it to the heavens??? Man how would I know I'm just a mouse. These are questions you gotta ask yourself and sit with the answers. I think you should tailor nano to fit with you and how you write, but you're the only one who can accurately answer just what that means for you. If it means cranking out the whole 50k, good for you! If it means just trying to write once a day, perfect! Hell yeah get that habit forming! If it's some other kind of benchmark that works for you, good!

Just keep going after. That's all I ask, don't let someone else's arbitrary goals keep you from writing.

I love you go do good work I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!

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[afterschool-labyrinth]

Afterschool Labyrinth chapter 2

When Alix woke up, she felt strange.

Opening her eyes, she found herself staring up at the hall's ceiling, with the bright lights shining in her face.

Wait... I was in Room 12A before... And why's the power on?

As she picked herself up off the floor, she looked around, searching for the others. They were nowhere in sight.

Where is everyone?

Even standing up, Alix felt so strange. She looked down at herself... and let out a yell of shock.

"W-What the?!"

Her body wasn't human anymore. Alix looked frantically around the empty building, soon settling on using the nearest window to look at her reflection.

What she saw reflected in the glass could only be described as a humanoid dolphin, with shiny black eyes and a single blowhole in place of a nose. Looking past the reflection to the outside, all Alix could see was stars.

A noise behind her caught her attention, a sound like the clop-clop of a horse's hoofbeats. Alix turned around, just as something rounded the corner.

She felt the blood drain from her face. Standing there was an impossibly long-limbed humanoid being, pale and bony. It seemed female, clad only in a brown top and loincloth, and stringy dark hair grew from its scalp in patches. Its body was twisted around in an unnatural position, allowing it to walk on its hands and feet.

It was like every nightmare Alix had had of being confronted by some horrible thing, being unable to scream or escape. All she could do was gurgle in horror and stagger back, only to fall backwards onto the floor on her backside.

The thing approached, allowing her to see its glowing red eyes set in pitch-black sclerae, and its mouth opened.

What happened next was not what Alix had expected. The creature actually spoke, and it was Gale's voice she heard. "Alix?"

Alix's jaw dropped. "Gale?" she gasped. "What... What the heck is going on?"

"I have no idea," Gale replied in puzzlement. "One second we were in Room 12A, the next..." She looked around at their surroundings. "I don't think this is the same school."

"So, wait," Alix scrambled to her feet. "The ritual actually worked? But why did we turn into these weird things?"

"Well the spell did say something about 'changing our forms'," Gale pointed out, as she led Alix down the hall. "I guess it really meant changing us into monsters."

"Geez..." Alix groaned. "I never thought I would get isekai'd for real!"

"Yeah, but you gotta admit," Gale looked over her shoulder at the 9-year-old. "It is more interesting than our regular school."

"That'd be a lot more convincing if your knees weren't shaking." Alix pointed out Gale's trembling legs.

"Look, I'm excited, okay?" Gale defended.

"Hey! It's me, Ethan!"

Ethan's new form looked like a cross between the Grim Reaper and the Ghost of Christmas Future, a floating figure in a tattered brown sleeved cloak. All that was visible under the dark hood was his now glowing yellow eyes. He floated towards the girls, accompanied by a porcelain doll in a blue dress, with her hair in a messy cut. It wasn't hard to tell who this was.

"Look at me!" Dolly gave a little twirl. "I'm a real dolly now! Look at my new dress, too!"

"She's been enjoying this since she got a good look at herself." Ethan admitted.

"At least she's happy." Gale said. "Where's Manny?"

"Over here." Manny called out from a fair distance. He now looked like his twin, with the brown loincloth and long-limbed, emaciated form, only his irises glowed white and his skin was fire-engine red.

As he approached, he noted "Looks like everybody got turned into freaks of nature, huh?"

"We don't know that," Ethan said hopefully. We still haven't found Shawn, Sammy and Wynn."

"OH, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!!" A familiar voice echoed from one of the classrooms.

"That would be Shawn." said Gale as she turned in the direction of his voice. The others followed her.

They soon found him in a room devoid of anything but an old TV set on a wheeled stand with a videocassette and a VCR player. Shawn's new form looked like a clown, but his head was now a giant left ear. Beside him was what looked like a pale blue mask with large eyes seemingly floating in midair.

"Bro, calm down!" Sammy tried to reassure Shawn. "It could be worse!"

"How could it?!" Shawn protested. "My head's a freaking EAR! How am I still talking!?"

"Hey, I'm a weird thingy too," Sammy pointed out. "I don't see why you're complaining."

At this moment, Shawn noticed what the others had become, and his voice seemed to rise an octave. "GAH!"

"Shawn, it's us!" Alix reassured.

"Wh-" Even with an ear for a head, Shawn was still capable of a double-take. "Guys?!"

"Yup," Manny confirmed. "Apparently, we've all been mutated into monsters."

"What about Wynn?" Gale asked. "She's still missing."

It was then that Ethan heard movement behind him. He turned around...

His high-pitched scream startled everyone but Wynn, who simply tilted her now-large head. "You look funny." was all she said.

Wynn's new body was perhaps the biggest of the group's, with her form that of a massive snake, albeit with skin instead of scales. Her head was vaguely humanoid, with skeletal features, a wide mouth and bulging eyes. No wonder Ethan was spooked, which was an understatement.

"God, Wynn!" Ethan gasped, shaken. "I could've just died here!"

"Sorry," Wynn apologized.

As she slithered into the room, Manny spoke up. "Well since we're all together again, what now?"

"Obviously we find a way back home, and outta these bodies!" Shawn answered. "What else?"

"Yeah, but how are we gonna do that?" Ethan asked. "We don't even know what kinda world this is."

While they were talking, Wynn took notice of the videotape and VCR. "Maybe this?"

She just managed to grasp the tape with the tip of her tail, and insert it into the player. As she turned on the TV, Dolly perked up. "Oh, are we watching a movie now? Cool!"

"I don't think now is the time to-" Ethan began, when the video began to play. A cheerful voice narrated over images of the school.

"Welcome to Xaginda Academy, located right at the heart of Dimension Arc! Here, our goal is to mold young entities, both humanoid and non, into wiser beings ready to face the world head-on. For help or complaints, please take the issue up with our Teacher Unit. If you see a student acting out of line, please report to our Hall Monitor."

"Well, at least this school has some sense." remarked Shawn.

The tape continued. "If it's you acting out of line, well, then may Lady Otryla have mercy on your pitiful soul. If by some unforeseen circumstance you crossed realms to here unintentionally, simply find the special golden key back to Dimension 3."

"The key..." Alix realized. "'The key home shall be our goal', that's what we need to do! Find the golden key."

"However, if you are unable to find it in any of the Academy's rooms, then it's probably in the hands of the Principal. To consult the Principal, locate the Principal's office. Thank you, and good luck!" With that, the video ended.

"So, before we go searching in any of the other rooms here," Gale guessed. "We need to check the principal's office, right?"

"Yeah, if we can find it." Manny replied.

Wynn seemed to perk up, before she slithered back out of the room. "Where're you going?" Shawn asked.

"Think I saw it before..." Wynn answered. At this, the others followed her.

After a few minutes of searching, Wynn suddenly spoke up. "Found it!"

"Alright!" Manny grinned.

"Finally!" Shawn bolted for the door. "I have a few choice words for this school's principal."

He knocked on the door. No answer.

"Wait, Shawn, think about this," Ethan cautioned. "What if the principal here's some hideous abomination?"

"Look, we've all been turned into abominations, right?" Shawn responded, as he opened the door. "There's probably nothing here that can-"

He was cut off when he walked right into a brick wall. Falling flat on his back, he yelled out "OH, COME ON! SERIOUSLY?!"

Sammy looked at the wall. "Man, that's kinda messed up putting a wall here." he noted.

"What is even the point of doing what the video told us if this is here?!" Alix exclaimed in exasperation.

"Unfortunately, the Principal is not here at the moment."

At that voice, the children turned to see some sort of retro-looking machine with arms moving towards them. "Whoa, you're a robot!" Dolly marveled.

"Are you new here?" the robot spoke in an electronic yet feminine voice. "If so, then allow me to introduce myself: I am CODEX, Xaginda Academy's Head Teacher Unit."

"So..." Manny summed up. "Definitely a robot."

"What do you mean the principal's not here?" Alix asked CODEX.

"Sometimes the Principal leaves the office to wander about the rooms." came the reply. "Until the Principal's return, the Hall Monitor is currently in charge."

"Well, maybe this hall monitor can tell us where your principal is," Shawn reasoned. "After all, we're here in these bodies against our will."

"That might prove difficult," CODEX explained. "The Hall Monitor is incapable of speech. His only directive is to enforce the Academy's rules."

If Shawn still had even any semblance of a face, that would have fallen. "What kinda hall monitor is he any-"

A low growl rumbled from one of the hallways. The children slowly turned their heads to see something massive emerge from the shadows.

What they saw had the bodily shape of a doberman, yet it stood upright on two legs. Its fur was dark grey, and it regarded them with flaming scarlet eyes.

"Perfect. Just what we need," Manny stated, trying to keep his cool, even though his body was no longer human. "A school mascot that can kill people."

[royaleofury]

Hi love 💗 I'd love to participate in your game

My moon sign is Aquarius and my initials are C.K.

I've been going through a hard time lately, and i feel really stressed out. I think I have this fear that the situation im in won't ever get better or end. I had a reading before that said the situation im in is meant to teach me a lesson. but since i haven't learned the reason behind it, it just keeps happening again and again. tbh when i heard that, i felt like i was doomed like i could do nothing to make it any better. I feel like regardless of how hard I try it'll never change. Can i ask why this situation keeps happening? What exactly is the path i need to take for it to stop happening?

You have my permission to read for me

Tysm in advance!!

Hey, thank you for participating! I hope the stressful situation passes as soon as possible!

Cards I got: The fool, 2 of swords, and 9 of wands

With the fool coming into the scene, I feel it's telling you to stop trying to control everything that's happening around you. Sometimes, you just gotta let it happen without thinking about how it's going to impact your future. There are some things in our life that are better left unanswered. Your situation falls in that category. You don't need to find the answers as to "why this keeps happening"or" why do I keep doing this "or "how do I solve this ". As time comes, the answers will already be in front of you, but it's not now. You have to wait and let things go as they are. Soon, you will realise as to why certain things happened. Just don't push yourself too much in finding their answers right now. You will just stress yourself if you do so.

2 of swords tells me that if you try finding the answers of the questions too much, you will end up finding the wrong ones because you are not able to see the big picture right now. With 9 of wands, you may feel drained, fatigue, etc. from all the things that are happening. You just want to stop them somehow or the other. You feel that things will never go back now they used to be. That you will never experience peace once again. And let me tell you, those situations are going to drain your energy a lot. I won't lie because that's what the cards are telling me. You will have to face them for a long time or again and again in between. You need to build the courage to face as there's no way you can avoid them. You will wounded and broken because nothing is going your way , but trust me, when this situation goes away, you will look back only to feel proud of yourself. The situation may seem too much for you to handle right now but hold tight, it's going to be hell of a ride before it starts to get better. 2 of swords are also telling me that you will have to face your deepest fears right now. It's just how universe has laid down the path for you.

Since I didn't get clear cards as to what you have to do to learn your lessons because you keep on doing something as you said. I will pull out some more cards.

I got: 6 of pentacles and 7 of pentacles

With the 6 of pentacles, i believe that it's time to do some charities or help people out in general, if not literal charity. Try to be nice and kind when someone asks you for something. Don't be straight up rude or tell them NO. You need to be fair and stop being biased towards someone or something, if you did something like this in the past.

7 of pentacles, if you doing a job or at school, then try helping out your colleagues or fellow mates. That would help you the most in getting out of tricky situation as soon as possible. Also feel the happiness in little things, as it will help you maintain your mental health.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

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part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 3) - A Moment

Summary: Jensen is away from home for a few days but isn’t having the easiest time being away from the kids for the first time since the accident. When he returns home, he has a gala to attend on Saturday night but a kiss on the cheek and slip of the tongue will snowball into the reader and Jensen sharing a moment...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,100ish

Warnings: language, death of a spouse, death of a parent, anxiety, self-worth problems, referenced past harassment

A/N: I love this part so much for so many reasons. Please enjoy!

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“Hi Jensen,” you asked Monday night when your phone rang. “How was your flight earlier?”

“Same old same old. I just got out of work,” he said with a yawn. “Gonna grab a bite out with a friend. Kids eat dinner okay?”

“We had honey sriracha glazed salmon with brussel sprouts and roasted red potatoes.”

“Really?”

“They had kraft mac and cheese and I had Taco Bell.”

“See this is why I like you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll try the salmon again tomorrow. I was gonna make it but they didn’t have any at the store,” you said, opening the fridge and taking out a pint of ice cream. “Hey can I have what’s left of this mint ice cream?”

“Sure. Pick some more up for me sometime before friday please,” he said. “Also, Taco Bell? You do realize we live in freaking Austin right. There are literally hundreds of places you can go that have better mexican food.”

“Yeah but fake cheese tastes good,” you said. He laughed and your stomach rumbled. “I so should have gotten more than two tacos.”

“You in the kitchen?” he asked. You hummed and you heard him let out an oof in the background.

“Yeah. You alright?”

“This bed in my hotel room is comfy,” he said. “But I was starting to say, go in the drawer at the end of the counter by the table. There’s only five hundred gajillion take out menus in there. Order a treat for yourself. It’s on me.”

“Jensen. I can get my own dinner.”

“True but you’re on call 24/7 until I get back.”

“Well in that case I bet you got a menu for a fancy steakhouse in here somewhere,” you teased as you picked up one for a tex mex looking restaurant. “Does this place really have quesadillas this big?”

“You must be looking at the menu on top. I almost ordered from there last week actually. The food’s great. They do delivery too. Just buzz the guy into the gate when they get there.”

“Any recommendations?” you asked, taking out the menu and flipping it over.

“Quesadillas are good. Loaded nachos are amazing. I’ve literally never had a bad thing from there,” he said. “To be honest I’d rather be getting that than where I’m going tonight.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, reading through your options, surprised to find such good prices.

“I have to wear a suit,” he said with a sigh. “After being poked and prodded all day I literally would rather just eat crap and watch food network.”

“How long have you known this friend of yours?” you asked.

“Twenty years, why?”

“Then you guys knew each other when you were young. It’s not too late out there. Call him, see if he’d rather get some crap food, a six pack and just catch up on his couch or in your room. I’m pretty sure he’s more looking forward to seeing an old friend again than the food,” you said.

“You make very good points. I should pay you more,” he said.

“You pay me plenty and barely let me spend a dime of my money on myself,” you said. “I don’t need more.”

“You got that fancy computer though.”

“You literally have the exact same mac in your office.”

“You moved in like three boxes and two computers,” he said.

“An ipad is not a computer,” you said.

“Debatable.”

“Well I like to draw sometimes and it’s easier on an ipad when you’re laying in bed,” you said. 

“Are you any good?” he asked.

“No.”

“I bet they’re really good,” he said as you rolled your eyes. “I see you draw with the kids sometimes and those are good.”

“It’s a hobby is all,” you said, leaning back against the counter, your stomach grumbling again. “Anything else you want me to grab at the store? I’m going to hit it tomorrow while everyone’s at school.”

“Nah. Get the usual stuff,” he said. “The kiddos in bed?”

“Yeah, got the last one down about fifteen minutes ago,” you said. He hummed and you heard the sigh in it. “I got a video of them playing earlier I’ll send you.”

“Thanks. It’s my first night away from them in a long time. Normally I’m able to come back same day. I was kinda hoping they’d still be awake to say goodnight.”

“They’re safe and sound dad. We’ll call again after school tomorrow to talk like today,” you said.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. He was quiet and you pulled the phone away, taking a deep breath. 

“You okay?” 

“I haven’t been alone like this in a really long time.”

“I know. You check out your backpack yet?”

“No. Why?”

“You didn’t bring a jacket with you so I put that yellow hoodie that’s always on the hook in there in case you got cold.”

“That was Dee’s hoodie.”

“I was pretty sure it was,” you said. You heard him shuffle around briefly before he hummed, much happier that time. “I thought you might like to have a piece of...something-”

“I really don’t pay you enough,” he said quietly. “Thanks for putting this in there. I need something from home more than I realized.”

“Well put it on, call up your buddy and have some fun tonight, Ackles. Nanny’s orders.” He laughed and you felt that twinge in your stomach again, your eyes quickly closing.

“I will. Hey you mind if I call again tomorrow night? I don’t have any plans and sitting in a hotel room by myself isn’t very fun.” You smiled and felt heat in your cheeks, quickly thinking it away. He wanted company for a few minutes was all and you were friends. It was completely normal to talk with friends on the phone everyday.

“Of course. As long as you get a dinner in at some point that’s more than fine with me,” you said. “We can talk about The Bachelor!”

“Oh God no,” he groaned, chuckling after a few seconds. “I’ll settle for Grey’s Anatomy.”

“This Is Us?” you asked.

“Supernatural?”

“I haven’t watched that yet. I’m working up to it,” you said. 

“Work faster woman. I only know legit everything about that one,” he chuckled. “But probably not a good idea to watch that one until I get back and you're not alone. First episode is kinda scary.”

“Oh well thanks for that,” you said, watching the clock tick by, knowing it had to be almost seven out there. “I’ll let you go. Have fun tonight Jensen.”

“I will Y/N. Promise.”

Friday Night

“Arrow,” you said after she’d flung her pasta bowl all over herself, covering her hair and face. She sniffled and you forced a smile. “Okay. How about a bath after dinner?”

Fifteen minutes later JJ and Zeppelin were in the movie room watching a cartoon while you had Arrow in the kids bathroom, scooping up some water over her head in the tub.

“Well hello ladies,” you heard behind you. You jumped and spun around, glaring for a moment before you recognized Jensen.

“Just me,” he said, backpack still on his shoulders. 

“Daddy I got ziti all over my head,” she said.

“You did?” he asked, dropping his bag and taking off his jacket, kneeling down next to you. You got the last bit of sauce off and squirted some shampoo in her hair, Jensen watching you with a smile. “How was your day?”

She told him all about breakfast and daycare, playing with a few toy boats with him while you rinsed out the soap. You did a bit of conditioner before getting it out as well and putting the spray nozzle back.

“I got the rest if you wanna get the dryer ready?” he asked you, reaching for the soap. You swapped spots with him, Jensen washing her up while she kept talking about her day. By the time he was all done you had the dryer out and plugged in, Jensen picking her up and wrapping her up in a big bundle of towels before he set her on the counter. You went to work drying her hair, Jensen draining the tub and finding some pajamas for her.

“Do you want your hair up or down, sweetie?” you asked. She tried gathering it up and you grabbed her soft scrunchie perfectly fine for sleeping in from the counter. You put her hair up in a soft little bun, Jensen making an adorable sound when he returned.

“Aw, you look so cute, baby. I’ll be right there alright?” he said. She hopped off the counter and got dressed, rushing off downstairs when she was all done. “Survive the day?”

“Somehow we always do,” you said, gathering up the towels. “Kids are in the movie room.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna shower but we’re all good for the night,” he said. “Thanks for watching them this week.”

“You gotta go do your job,” you said. “You working on a movie or something? You never said.”

“Uh gonna be in a show called The Boys,” he said. “I’m gonna be one of the superheroes so I gotta go out and get my suit made all special for me every so often.”

“You’re gonna be a supe! That’s so fucking cool!” you said. He grinned and you blushed, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry. That was so not appropriate.”

“I don’t see any little ears around,” he chuckled. “You like the show then?”

“Yeah. It’s great. Like no other show consistently makes me go what the fuck did I just see. That’s so cool you get to be a supe though. Are you a one off or like a main character?”

“I’ll be very present in the next season. Gonna deal with the seven, all that,” he said. “I’m gonna be Solider Boy.”

“I can see that. You have that all American boy thing about you.”

“It’s my adorable face,” he teased. 

“Well remember to not stay up too late. You have the gala tomorrow night remember?”

“Yes mom,” he said as you walked out. “Get the kids some takeout for dinner tomorrow and yourself.”

“Sounds good boss,” you said. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

The Next Night

You froze from where you were mixing up some brownie batter with JJ at the kitchen counter as Jensen popped downstairs. He was in a gorgeous black suit, a maroon pocket square and no tie going on, his hair scruffier looking than normal.

He started to laugh and you realized you were staring, your cheeks feeling hot as you went back to stirring.

“Mmm, you guys save me a brownie or two for when I get home?” he asked, leaning over and dipping his finger in the bowl of cream cheese frosting.

“We’ll spare one for dad,” you said, Jensen going back for seconds. “Ah, ah. No.”

He dipped his finger in and got another fingerful, kissing the top of JJ’s head and the twins at the counter.

“Be good for Y/N guys!” he called as he rushed out.

You whistled and he jogged back, catching you holding up his phone from the counter.

“Thank you,” he said, taking it and pecking a kiss on your cheek. You looked up at him and he froze. “I am so sorry. I…”

“It’s okay. Go have fun and be all charitable,” you said. He shoved his phone in his pocket and ran out, JJ scratching her head.

“Dad’s kinda weird sometimes,” she said.

“Yeah, he is. But so is everybody,” you said. “Let’s get this in the oven so you guys can pick out colors for your frosting, hm?”

“I really shouldn’t. But I really should,” you said to yourself, plopping your second brownie of the night in a bowl and sticking a scoop of ice cream on top. You carried it over to the couch and lay back, watching TV on the big screen as you heard the door open. Jensen came into view a minute later, taking his jacket off and groaning as he washed up at the sink. He went to the tray of brownies on the counter and picked one up with a big sigh. “Fun night?”

He jumped and whacked his head against the cabinet above, hissing before he spun around.

“You okay?” you asked. He nodded and left the brownie behind, pushing his sleeves up before taking a seat on the other end of the lounger.

“Y/N I’m really sorry about the kiss on the cheek. That was so inappropriate. You’ve kinda implied that there was some stuff that’s happened to you at other jobs you found over the line and I’m really truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t...I forgot you’re my employee for a moment. I really am sorry.”

“Jensen if I had a problem with it or you or your behavior I would quit on the spot. I don’t let myself get pushed around anymore. You were happy and busy and you pecked a kiss on my cheek, not reach a hand down my pants. It’s really okay. You’re way too hard on yourself.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive. It’s barely ten which means you left as soon as you could. You’re supposed to be out having fun,” you said.

“I was kinda freaking out that you hated me,” he said.

“Dude you gotta relax,” you said. “Have a brownie and some ice cream.”

He got up and after a minute took a seat at the other end with a bowl of his own, smiling as he got a taste.

“This is fucking awesome,” he said.

“I know,” you said, Jensen smirking. “Do you feel better now silly boy? I promise that if you ever do anything I find inappropriate I will promptly kick you in the balls.”

“I can agree to that,” he said. He ate for a moment, watching the TV and laying back. “Do you ever like, want to go do things with your friends on a Saturday night? If you do that’s totally cool. These aren’t normal hours anyways.”

“Being a nanny eats up a lot of your social life,” you said. “Kinda got kicked out of my friend group after I broke up with my ex anyways.”

“Well they sound like they suck,” he said.

“Yes, they do,” you said. “I don’t mind so much. I meet plenty of new people through work. Only person you can depend on is yourself and I don’t tend to let myself down.”

“That’s a very lonely way to go through life,” he said.

“It’s not easy to make friends in your thirties,” you said. “Maybe for someone like you who travels and meets new people a lot and stuff but you have like, real friendships. You know?”

“Well we have a real friendship, don’t we? You’re friends with Jared and Rob and Ruthie and Rich,” he said. “I don’t trust just anybody with my kids. That’s real.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a bite. “So when’s your friend free?”

“Hm?”

“Blind date guy. Maybe he could be a friend if things work out,” you said.

“Oh yeah. He uh, he actually got a gig up in Canada so you might need to wait like a month or so. But he’s excited to meet you,” said Jensen.

“Can I have his number?” you asked. “Or do you think that’d be weird?”

“No, not weird. I think he just kinda wants to do it old school if that’s okay. Meet you first and go from there.”

“This friend of yours better be like super hot,” you said.

“If it’s a problem-“

“I can respect him wanting to do things like that. But I’m gonna want a firm date soon,” you said.

“I’ll make sure to get you one,” he said. “I’ll get it down tomorrow, promise.”

“He better not mind me eating like this either. I ain’t a salad on the first date kinda girl. He’s gonna need to keep up with my eating while were at it,” you said. He snorted in his seat beside you and ran his hand over his face.

“I will keep that in mind. I have occasionally had dessert first truth be told,” he said.

“This is why I like you Ackles. You get my sweet tooth,” you laughed.

“It’s a good thing your dinners are healthy cause I swear I haven’t consumed this many baked goods in months,” he said. “The kids love it and my stomach loves it though.”

“I’m gonna need to start working out though if I keep this up. Oh hey is it okay if I do laps in the pool in the mornings? I’ll be super quiet and stuff.”

“You don’t gotta ask,” he smiled. “Like I said when you started, you got free reign to use the pool, the gym, whatever, aside from my room. You a swimmer?”

“Not really but I hate running and supposedly it’s a good workout or something,” you shrugged, eating another bite of brownie.

“Anything in the gym you’re free to use. I know you must get a little bored sometimes when I’m gone and the kids are,” he said.

“Not bored per say. Ordinarily I would do more chores but you have like a cleaner and a landscaper and you just...give me more time in the day than I’m used to is all. It’s actually great though. It gives me plenty of time to come up with ideas for the kids and stuff.”

“Well as long as you’re taking breaks and your lunch do as you please,” he said, his spoon scraping the bottom of his bowl.

“Now that’s just sad.”

“I really should get another one of these,” he said, sucking the spoon.

“It’s really the only choice you have,” you said. He laughed as he hopped up, skirting back into the kitchen and fixing up another brownie and ice cream combo.

“Hey you want more, Dee?” he asked. You popped your head up and he spun around. “I’m-“

“Don't apologize, Jensen,” you said. He tapped his fingers against the counter and took a deep breath, putting his back to you.

“That’s the second time tonight I’ve done that,” he said. 

“Jensen. There’s nothing wrong with missing your wife.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“You don’t...talk about her much.”

“It was...she wasn’t…” he trailed off. He sat down on a barstool and you got up, walking over and hopping up on the counter beside him. You set your feet in the stool next to his and paused before you put a hand on top of his head and ran your fingers through the short strands. “This shouldn’t have happened to her.”

“Death is the price for living. Pain’s the price for caring. Doesn’t mean it’s not worth it,” you said. You started to move your hand away when he turned his head. 

“Don’t…” he said, easing when you played with it gently again. “That’s always calmed me down since I was a little kid.”

“Someone should take care of you every once in a while you know. Your parents, siblings, friends. Everyone needs a break.”

“I had a lot of help at the beginning. I don’t need a whole day. Just a moment here and there,” he said quietly.

“It’ll be okay, Jensen,” you said. He nodded and you played with his hair a few moments, watching his shoulders ease. This time when you pulled away he smiled up at you. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thank you. That’s not in your job description to do that sort of thing.”

“Well I think your wife would want somebody to watch your back, even for only a minute or two,” you said.

“You don’t have any brain aneurysms I should know about, do you?” he chuckled. 

“No. That what happened?” you asked, a single nod coming from him.

“She was sleeping. Not a bad way to go I was told, you’d never even know,” he said. “Not a fun thing to wake up to in the morning though.”

“My dad had a mass at the back of his head. It was that same kind of thing where one second it’s fine and the next everything’s different deal. It was inoperable. Then he goes and dies from a car accident of all things before it got bad. My mom had a hard time with that.”

“You said she had a boyfriend later on right?” he asked.

“Yeah. I know you’ll be okay, Jensen,” you said. You ruffled his hair and he smiled, a soft look on his face. “Pro tip too from someone who’s been there, kids with a single parent turn out just fine.”

“Do they ever wish they had another parent?” he asked.

“They wish the parent they still have around is happy again someday. They won’t understand until they’re older that it’s a different kind of love between parents. But they’ll know it’s a little different and they’ll hope dad feels better too. Your kids are tough. They’ll be okay too.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said. You hopped off the counter and washed up your dish, sticking it in the dishwasher before you went to leave for your room. “So I gotta ask. Who takes care of you?”

“Me?” you asked, pointing to yourself. He shrugged and smiled, your gaze going past him. “I’m all good. I don’t need somebody to take care of me.”

“Liar,” he said softly. “You know my friend tells me everybody needs to be taken care of sometimes.”

“That’s the difference between us Jensen. You’re not like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed, his face scrunching up suddenly.

“It means you’re not on your own and even if you feel like it, it’s only been a little while. You’ll be okay. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was a kid. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“You haven’t lived my life and I haven’t lived yours. Don’t try to tell me that I’m not capable of-”

“It’s not about what you’re capable of. You said pain is part of life, it’s the price for living. You’ve had more than your fair share-”

“Lots of people have it a lot worse.”

“Don’t compare your pain to someone else's. They haven’t lived your life,” he said. You rolled your eyes and started to walk away, Jensen out of his seat and catching up with you in the hall. “You can be taken care of too you know.”

“By who? My non-existent circle of friends? My crappy ex? My mom’s ex boyfriend who’s got his own wife and kids? I am perfectly fine managing all of this by myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

“You’re so frustratingly annoying,” he said, running his hand over his face. “Me. I’m talking about me. You just...you took care of me tonight. The least I can do is show you the same compassion.”

“No,” you said.

“No? Why not?”

“Because taking care of me turns into you walking into my shower without my permission and you being a dick and this going away and I don’t want you to be those things so no. We’re getting too friendly. Please leave me alone tomorrow.”

You left him in the hall and went down to your area of the house, shutting the door after you. There was quickly a knock and you growled, ripping it open.

“What?” you snapped at him.

“I am not going to hurt you or be a dick to you or whatever else you think. You need to realize in the real world, not everyone is an asshole.”

“You’re the one not living in the real world then, Jensen. Everybody’s an asshole.”

“Fine. I’m an asshole. But I’m not leaving until you say I can take care of you tomorrow. Two minutes is all I’m asking for.”

“This is my part of the house.”

“And technically I am outside your door,” he said. “Why are you so resistant to somebody doing something nice for you?”

“Because I don’t wanna get used to it,” you said. He stared and you shook your head. “You’re attractive and an actor and kind and funny and it’s not a matter of if you date again but when and when that day comes, we ain’t gonna be sitting on the couch eating ice cream anymore. Please do not invite me to anymore outings as a friend. I’ll attend if required as a nanny but this between us is done.”

“For the record, the only one around here that thinks of you as just the hired help is you. My children are completely like their old selves. I feel more like my old self. You seem happier than when I met you but for some reason, that’s a big problem to you. I do not understand that.”

“Leave or I resign and move out first thing,” you said. He crossed his arms and lifted his chin. “This is my formal resignation then. The company will-”

He moved quickly and you weren’t sure what he was doing at first but soon you realized he was hugging you, your hands resting against his chest. You swallowed and he didn’t move, your forehead resting against him.

“What are you doing?” you breathed out.

“When’s the last time you got a fucking hug?” he asked.

“The kids-”

“Not the kids.”

“I don’t remember,” you said quietly. 

“Then you are overdue,” he said. You let yourself reach your arms around him and return the hug, breathing deeply, a small bubble in you rising up. You tried to push it down but it came back harder and you were fighting back tears before you knew it. 

He could feel when you lost that battle, hand rubbing up and down your back. There was a soft shushing in the air and after a few minutes you felt better. You lifted your head but didn’t look at him, Jensen squeezing you in his hug again before it eased.

“You know you’re not allowed to quit on me...like ever,” he chuckled. You let out a small laugh, Jensen smiling at you when you forced your head up. He wiped off your cheeks and you let out one last sniffle. “You’re not alone. I promise you’re not. It’s not the quantity of people you have in your life but the quality and I’m sorry but we are friends and there’s nothing you can do about that so I’d just accept it now.”

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

“You were scared, not a bitch,” he said. “I wish I could make you happier is all.”

“I wish I could bring back your wife for you,” you said.

“One of those is a lot more possible than the other,” he said. A small smile crossed his lips before he ducked his head down, shoulders heaving back before his head raised. “Y/N, can I confess something to you? I hope...I hope it doesn’t bother you but if it does, you don’t have to continue working for me. I’d still like to be friends regardless.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, Jensen looking past you.

“My single friend I was going to set you up with? He doesn’t exist.”

“Oh.”

“Cause he’s kinda me.”

“Oh,” you said, staring at him, a lot of his previous behavior starting to click into place. “That’s…”

“I know,” he said, stepping away and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s weird and douchey and I’m sorry. I like you and I was trying to see if you would ever go for a 42 year old actor. I left out the widow and kids part but...I’m sorry.”

“When did you like me?” you asked quietly.

“The whole time?” he said, laughing nervously to himself. “It’s kinda snowballed since we met. I never in my life thought I’d like someone again. I didn’t want to like you. I hired you because you were the best candidate and I knew the kids would be in good hands but everyday it’s there, even more, and I know this is so inappropriate on so many levels and I’m really starting to ramble here but you make me think maybe your mom had a point and people are allowed to have...more than one…and sometimes the way you talk to me and treat me and look at me...” 

He swallowed as you stepped in front of him, taking a quick breath. 

“I will keep working for you and I’ll be your friend...and you can make me dinner tomorrow,” you said with a smile. “We’ll see where it goes from there?”

“You’re not...weirded out?” he asked.

“By your age, you’re my boss or the cheeky lying about a fake friend?” you said.

“All of the above.”

“Age doesn’t bother me. You have no idea how to be a boss, no offense, and the friend...I don’t blame you for wanting to test the waters first,” you said. “But I expect honesty from here on out.”

“Absolutely,” he said.

“Good,” you said.

“You do like me right?” he asked. “Like you don’t feel obligated or-”

“I like you Jensen. Why do you think I was trying to push you away before you got too close? I didn’t want to be hurt.”

“Give me a chance to not,” he said. “We can have dinner and see how it goes from there.”

“Normally the best course of action,” you said.

“But maybe with a few more hugs from now on,” he said. “For the both of us.”

“That’d be okay with me,” you said. He smiled and you returned it. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“I guess you will,” he said. He turned to go when he spun back on his heels. “Or we could go back out there, eat way too much dessert and hang out?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Give me a minute to wash up my face.”

“Take all the time you want. I’m gonna change into something more comfortable anyways.”

He left and you washed off your face in the bathroom, drying it off and taking a deep breath.

You did like him. There was something calming about him to you and you enjoyed his company, even if it was just the two of you having a quiet cup of coffee in the morning.

But he was an actor. And kinda famous. And a widow. And had three kids. 

“But your face is cute,” you said aloud, looking the mirror. “Gah, of course you have to be like...into me. Nutjob. He must be a nutjob. That’s it.”

“Y/N?” you heard him saying and you smacked yourself in the face. “Are you talking to yourself?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, stepping out and seeing him in the hall sporting a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt. “That was fast.”

“Well I didn’t go through an eight step skin routine too,” he chuckled.

“For your information, my routine is only three steps,” you said, walking past him and waggling your fingers.

“I didn’t realize I was living with such a savage,” he said. You laughed and went back to the kitchen, making up another dish of brownie for him while he went over to where he kept his liquor. “You a bourbon kind of girl?”

“Is there any other kind?” you said.

“Touche.” He poured out two glasses and slid one over while you passed his bowl to him. “So what’s this three step routine? Do I need to up my game or what?”

“I think I need your routine, not the other way around,” you said.

“Nah. I like looking at your face more than mine. Trust me.”

“Oh. How long you been holding back those kinds of comments?” you teased.

“Longer than you’d think,” he said, sharing the bowl with you. “Feel okay now?”

“Yeah. I can’t remember the last time I cried,” you said. “Especially in front of someone.”

“A good cry session has never hurt in my experience. I’ll do it for work and stuff but normally I’m not much of one. Aside from the past six months I mean.”

“Are you ready to try this?” you asked.

“Yeah. I know I am,” he said. “I’m positive of it.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because you make me happy. You make me...want to do stuff again, believe in all the romantic...if I wasn’t ready, I’d feel guilty. But I don’t. I just know that maybe some people get more than one chance and maybe I’m one of them.”

“I know you are, whoever it ends up being,” you said.

“Are you ready to try this?”

You took a drink and bite of ice cream, pushing the bowl back.

“I miss my family,” you said. “I miss being happy. I’d like to...have someone that could take care of me for a moment every once in a while. I might mess that up sometimes but I’m willing to try.”

“Me too,” he said. “I’d expect some screw ups on this end too. I’ve been out of the dating game for a long time.”

“I’m sure it hasn’t changed all that much,” you said.

“Well I’ve never dated with kids and as a widow,” he said.

“I’m just in this for them to be honest,” you laughed. 

“I see how it is,” he said with a smirk. 

“I don’t think it’ll be as hard as you think,” you said.

“I hope not,” he said. 

“Do they know? You want to date?”

“JJ does,” he said. “She’s little but she understands that it doesn’t mean I’ll never love her mother any less. She’s been strangely okay through this whole thing aside from the first few weeks. She helps her brother and sister out more now.”

“As someone who was that kid, minus the siblings, I know they’ll be okay. She’s a great kid. I’ve met plenty of spoiled brats. Yours are not.”

“Well that might just be the second best thing I’ve heard tonight,” he said.

“Whatever was the first?” you teased, eating a spoon of ice cream.

“Oh I think you know,” he said, stealing the spoon back. You smiled and heard some feet run around upstairs before the stairs creeped and a little head ducked down into view. “Arrow. It’s bedtime sweetie.”

“I had a accident,” she said. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, honey,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Want help?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said. He scooped up Arrow on the way up the stairs, setting her down in the kids bathroom. He got some clean pajamas and you found a pair of pull ups, Arrow pouting at you. 

“I don’t need ‘em,” she said.

“Your brother wears them. I wore them and your mommy and daddy wore them. Everybody wears pull ups when they’re your age,” you said.

“Just tonight,” she said, stepping into them. Jensen walked past with the mattress liner and she was dressed by the time you heard the washer going off in the distance. You walked her back to bed, Jensen slipping in past you and tucking her in. “Night daddy.”

“Night sweetie,” he said, kissing her temple. 

“Night Y/N,” she said.

“Night night kiddo,” you said, giving her a tiny wave before you left, Jensen flipping off her light and pulling the door shut. 

“Come here a second,” he said, nodding and you saw him head towards his room. The double doors were open and you stepped inside, Jensen going past the bed and over to a set of french doors. He pushed one open and waved for you to follow, showing you out to a rooftop balcony.

“Wow,” you said, a set of chairs, a table and a lounger out there along with a whole lot soft string lights. “I didn’t realize you had this up here.”

“Kinda a place to go unwind, relax,” he said. “I disappear out here sometimes. Been out here a lot at night lately.”

“Thinking about what?” you asked.

“You,” he said. “I talk to Dee about you sometimes as crazy as that sounds.”

“Doesn’t sound crazy at all,” you said.

“I just wanted to say...this area isn’t off limits anymore. Nothing is,” he said. 

“She asked you out, didn’t she,” you said with a smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. “You’re cute.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, heading back towards inside.

“Come on, Jensen. Before the ice cream melts on us.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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BBS Dialogue Prompts: #200

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starter: [ 10 ]

SMII7y

That was bullshit, I want a redo.

What the fuck was that, fireworks?

If all else fails, choose chaos.

I want nothing to do with ya.

Just a bit of chaos, nothing new.

That was really nice of you.

Where the fuck did you come from?

I was really close to hitting the quit button.

This was supposed to be a fresh start!

Give me your hand!

I’m unplugging the controller.

It was the problem.

It’s bad energy.

What the fuck is happening?

The only issue you’ll experience is me, and that is usually the issue anyway.

What do you mean lagging out?

He was pulled out of the ether by the dark lord.

Yeah, that’s what’s always been happening, don’t disrespect him.

What were you going to say?

You took too long, I needed a yes or a no.

VANOSSGAMING

I think you're funny.

Is that yours?

Okay, now this is your house, right?

Explain what is happening!

Imagine being that guy all the way up there, damn.

I have zero purpose right now.

This noise is so annoying.

I’m a fucking genius!

I deserve that!

Damnit, that looks so fun.

H2ODELIRIOUS

I repeat, what is happening?

Listen, don’t point the shotgun at my face.

Those scumbags robbed me.

They took my car.

I pass out, or die!

Why are you looking at me, sir, what the hell?

That poor guy, he’s going to die!

I wish I had money.

I have no idea what's going on.

I’m taking that, screw that guy.

TERRORISER

Open the fucking door!

Can you shut the fuck up for a second.

Oh, I'm sorry, am I having too much fun?

Depends, sometimes he's babe.

The cold brings it out of me.

Stop eating, lads, the both of ya!

If he slams down into it.

I have a feeling something bad is about to happen.

Anxiety building bullshit game.

That was me twenty minutes ago.

NOGLA

I’m going to learn how to drive in America, and fucking crash into ya.

Good point actually.

Twenty-nine years of genius.

What did he say?

I get it, that’s good.

If you’re lying, I’m going to bed.

I don’t want to hear it from you, alright.

Oh no, it's not looking good.

They left us, why?

Just because he has low battery?

KRYOZ

We have to be super stealthy for the irony.

They only know me.

There's guards behind us, we have to get through.

Well, stop standing in my fucking way.

I just got it, fuck off.

Stop! Getting so close!

Who the hell’s calling me?

Yo, Spam Callers, if you’re watching this, burn in hell.

Wait, I don't feel anything.

No, wait, do the other side.

WILDCAT

Of course we want you to take it off.

Which one are we going in, guys?

You sound like the breaks on an old school bus, what was that?

Get me off this fucking helicopter.

That was so violent.

Don't bully me, come on.

All I do is die, let me live one time.

I don’t know, that was amazing.

That guy died for no reason.

I actually wanted to go up there.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

I thought this was a shotgun.

Do you see us?

This guy’s so fucking far away.

I don’t know how you got that kill.

I want to be a murderer!

I’m about to riddle you with slices.

Give me your sword!

Sixty players…about to be no players after I’m done.

What are you doing, just get down.

MOO

I can utilize anything.

One of you is gonna have to change.

Oh, I'm already gone.

This might scare you too.

You gotta learn how to open doors.

Hey, that fixed my gun, thanks!

I turned invisible.

That was a demand he just did.

By the way, you only caught me because I was distracted.

I thought you were just pissed.

So it is the outfits.

BLARG

I was beating him up with a sword.

Why does this keep happening?

You kind of sound like you’re feindin’.

I'm gonna be honest...I...wasn't ready.

Yeah, tax the rich, but don't look at my account.

Is he going to come out of there like Darth Vader?

To be fair, I did just rip his arm off.

You instantly drained 500ml of blood from him. Instant!

Man, I put his liver in my pocket.

I picked up three things trying to get his arm.

[nights-legacy]

Funny Way of Showing It - Shinsou x Sister! Reader Pt. 1

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

+You are the sister of Hitoshi Shinso. You are the same age and were both adopted by Aizawa and Yamada as a young children. Everyone knows how Hitoshi wanted to be in the hero course but instead you got in. You have a force field quirk that can be both used defensively and offensively. He says he's proud of you but why then is he pulling away from you?

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I jumped in excitement after my letter of acceptance finished. I got into UA. Class 1-A even! I ran out of my room to Hitoshi’s. I knocked on the door lightly, not sure if he had finished his yet. I heard a humph inside before someone approached the door. I recognized the humph as a bad one. I set my head on the door frame as he opened the door.

“Hi.” I said. He nodded before turning back into his room. He plopped down on his bed. I sat down Indian style next to him. “So…did you get in?”

“Yeah.” He said solemnly. I cocked my head to the side. He glanced at me before sighing. “I got in but I got into General Studies, that’s it.” He said while closing his eyes. I saw an irritated look pass over his face before it went neutral. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I got in too.” I shrugged and looked away. I pursed my lips, feeling bad now. I know how bad he wanted to be in the hero course. I didn’t really care where I ended up. In reality, I was just trying to support Hitoshi.

“What class?” I heard him shift. He sat up, propped his knees up, and propped his arms on his knees. He looked at me expectantly. I sighed and straightened my back.

“Class 1-A.” I said biting my lip. I didn’t want to look at him but I did anyway. He was looking down with a slight upset look in his face. “I’m sorry Hitoshi. I know how much you wanted…” He held his hand to stop me. I snapped my mouth shut.

“It’s alright, sis.” He said. He set his hand down on mine. “I may be disappointed in placement but that doesn’t mean I can’t be in the hero course one day.” He smiled. I nodded before he pulled me into a bear hug.

“Ah!” I yelled and giggled.

“I am so proud of you though!” He said enthusiastically. “You didn’t even think you would get in let alone the top hero class. See, I told you your quirk is worth more than a shield.”

“Yeah, you were right.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him off by elbowing him. He groaned and let go. I looked over at him, he seemed happy but I knew that this would bother him more than he would let on. A few chuckles from the door caught our attention. We looked to see our dads standing there.

“Congrats you two.” Dadzawa said. He had a soft smile on his face. PapaMic was nearly jumping in place.

“Did you two know?”

“Weeellll…” Papa started. “We knew that you two got in but we didn’t know your placements until your letters were delivered.”

“Just in case loud mouth here couldn’t keep his mouth shut.” Dad threw his thumb over his shoulder. We laughed as Papa looked at him in annoyance. “Also, just because you are now my student, doesn’t mean I’m going to be easy on you young lady/man.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said hopping up. “Just please, all I ask is don’t expel the entirety of the class like that one time. That would suck.”

“Crap. Yeah please don’t do that again. I mean I wouldn’t be able to deal with them being all mopey.” Hitoshi laughed, pointing at me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed offended before pouncing on him. I wrestled with him, ignoring the bounds of laughter behind us. The wrestling went on for a bit but ended up with me pinned by Hitoshi sitting on my back. “Fine I give up.”

“Wimp.” He said. I rolled my eyes before hitting him with a small force field. He flew off my back and I got up and bolted. “Hey! No force fields in the house!”

~Time Skip~

The weeks leading up to class starting were nerve racking. Preparations, the little paperwork, and other things. All that, along with Hitoshi being distant and quiet now and then. Well, more than his normal quiet behavior. The day classes started was the worst yet. We left for school but he hadn’t said one word to me. He wouldn’t even look at me straight.

“Have a good day, Toshi.” I said as we made it in the doors. He nodded and walked off without a word. I sighed and walked to my classroom. I took a breath and walked into the classroom. At least half the class was already here.

“Heyo!” A couple of others waved to me. I shyly waved back. I sat down and kept to myself. The last few showed up and stood in the door. A familiar yellow sleeping bag caught my attention. I rolled my eyes at his antics as the students at the door got spooked. I sighed and got up when he said we are going to do quirk testing.

“What about orientation?” I chuckled when Dad gave out an annoyed sigh. The day went on and I made a few friends. I stayed away from the loud, explosive blonde that had been the subject of the news a while back. The red head Kirishima was really nice and Yayorozo was pretty cool too. I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck as I waited in the classroom for my dad’s to finish.

“So how was your first day kiddo?” Papa came in the door with Dad in tow.

“Exhausting.” I said giving dad a look. He just shrugged. “But no one was expelled. So that was good. I am curious though. What made you not expel that Midoriya kid? Everyone thinks it was just a ploy to make everyone do their best but I know different. So what was that?”

“I saw potential in the kid. Nothing more. See how long he lasts.” He said. Papa and I shared a look.

“Uh huh. Sure.” I said. I got a side, stink eye. I laughed before Papa spoke up.

“So have you talked to Hitoshi today?” I looked at him before looking at the surface of my desk. I shook my head sighing. “What has gotten into that boy? You two barely go a day without talking.” I just shrugged, staring out the window.

The next couple of days passed the same. Hitoshi and I would go to school together, silently. I would wish him a good day and I would either get nod or a wave in response. He did not speak to me much out of necessity at home either. I sighed as I pushed around my breakfast on my plate. I looked up as Hitoshi washed his dishes.

“So how’s school been on you?”

“It’s only been two days.” He said blankly. I flinched. “But how was hero training on you?” He looked over his shoulder at me. “I heard a couple of guys in your class really got into it.”

“Ye-yeah. They did. Apparently they were childhood friends that’s turned into a rivalry or something. It really hyped the rest of us up for our turns.” I said. He hummed and turned back. I bit my lip. I went to say something else but he spoke again.

“Must be nice.” He set the dishes down hard in the drainer. I flinched again. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the front door. “I’m heading out first, see ya later, sis.”

“By…” The front door slammed. I sighed before scraping the remnants of my breakfast and washing my dishes and leaving. I walked to the train station and made it to school. Dad announced we were going to the USJ. The whole class was excited. The day was going to be great. At least that’s what we thought.

“Y/N.” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up through my haze to see Papa. I had gotten hit pretty hard by some of the villains. Some were able to outsmart me and get around my shields. I was holding my side where I just knew I had a couple of broken ribs.

“Papa.” I whimpered as I tried to move.

“Don’t move too much.” He knelt down. He moved my hair and held my face, checking me over.

“Dad, he…” He shushed me. Someone called him and he looked over his shoulder. I felt myself getting more dizzy. I heard him speak with someone. I collapsed into his lap.

“Y/N!” I heard him yell before I blacked out. I woke up sometime later in Recovery Girl’s office. I groaned as I pushed myself up. I heard the curtain being pulled back.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” Papa said.

“Yes but what about Dad?” He smiled but sighed. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

“He’s holding. He’s beat up pretty bad but he’s strong. You know that.” He brushed hair out of my face. “You dad will be okay.” I nodded. Recovery Girl cleared me and we went home. We walked in the door and Hitoshi shot up from the couch.

“Thank god your back.” He said in relief. I felt emotionally and physically drained so I just walked past him to my room, giving him a small ‘yeah’. “Y/N…” I walked into my room, let my bag drop, and carefully changed clothes before climbing into bed. I heard my door open. “Y/N.”

“I’m fine, Hitoshi.” He heard him pause before he moved forward. I felt him place a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you sure? I mean, you went up against a whole fleet of villains. Real villains. Normally, hero students wouldn’t even see that until…”

“I know. Wouldn’t see that until further into the course. I know Hitoshi.” I sat up. I looked at him. I could see worry laced in his eyes. “I’m fine. I mean I gotta get used to this right? The bad guys, the danger…” I looked down at my hands. “You’re more cut out for this than I am.”

“Y/N…you are cut out for this. I believe in you.” He said grabbing my hand. I looked at it before up at him.

“You have a funny way of showing it, Hitoshi.” I deadpanned before pulling my hand from his and turning over with my back to him. I could almost feel the surprise rolling off of him. “Goodnight, Hitoshi.”

“I, um, goodnight.” He left my room without another word.

@spicy-therapist-mom @dxnaii-rxse

[chil2de]

Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

-

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

-

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

-

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

-

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

[from-seas-to-skies]

hewwo! i'm back with another request! may i please have hc's of Aizawa being just super in love with his wife and them basically co-parenting class 1-A?

Aizawa with his wife being parents to Class 1A / ఌ︎

oohhh good choice and sorry for taking too long of a time and simping Aizawa isn’t so prominent here! btw that greeting is so cute- tysm for the request!

warning : quite long HC because God forbid me make it shorter ;-; I curse thee, my overworking brain

Naps. Ofc you nap with him everyday. It's a tradition, it's a must, it is daily.

because your husband is an underground hero, he often do his work in the night, so you had to spend awfully long time alone during nights. But sometimes he comes home early and the both of you have dinner and cuddle immediately on the sofa.

And of course it always ends with the both of you sleeping on it, arms wrapping around each other. Everyday is really precious.

Almost every morning you would wake up on an empty bed. Your husband always woke up earlier than you and left for the school while bringing some bread / pre-made breakfast you made in advance and juice or milk.

But on rare days, you would find him still sleeping next to you in your bed. You know it's him who moved you into the bed for better sleep. On days like these, you’d kill someone that dared to interrupt.

For example, Mic. He had once barged in on you and you literally had to chase him out. Your husband instead just sleeps again, he knows you can handle his loud friend.

You often help Shota in grading the students and managing them, so almost all of his students' names you memorized.

All of your dates are just lounging on the sofa, cuddling each other with some drinks and blankets. Neither of you care about going out, more like he’ll be so drained he can’t and you don't want to force him so you stayed too since you also enjoy it.

Sometimes you bring some lunch for him at school. Not bring, but you asked Hizashi to deliver it to him because UA have a tight security system. But when festivals were held, you came to your meeting spot and gave him some lunch. 

Without these festivals, his students won't be able to properly meet you. But eh, you already met them, way, way earlier.

Your quirk lets you manipulate and possess small animals. You are able to see and hear what is happening while being conscious and doing things in your body. You originally trained your quirk so that you can be aware of the things that surround you and keep an eye on your husband whenever he is doing his work, like for example the USJ accident. You were in such a bad panicking state, you had a hard time calming yourself and by the time you called Hizashi, Iida had barely escaped the USJ.

When Izuku and the others are trying to rescue Bakugou, you accidentally see them entering and leaving a store with disguises. Completely sus, you use your quirk and spy on them.

But enough of that, in every time you can, you always spy on the kids.

Hey, you’re a bored housewife, a girl gotta have her fun, right?

The teens first met you at the school festival while they were preparing their concert.

you were just walking in the school, searching for your husband in the huge building, while class 1-A students are all practicing and preparing the stage. Your phone is dead so you can't contact Shota, and you think it would be boring if you just use your quirk, so you decided to check the whole building. At one point, you reached the place when they were performing their routine and clapped at the end.

At first, everyone is just a little bit shocked on why you are there as it’s a secluded place, but then you introduce yourself.

The class is in  c h a o s

The eager ones immediately crowded around you, swallowing you in their enthusiasm and questions while the mature ones tried their best in calming the others.

“Whoa, Mr. Aizawa is married? Our(italics) Mr. Aizawa is married?!?!”

“I never knew our teacher would have a spouse! Say, Mrs., since when did  you marry our teacher?”

“Guys, calm down, Mrs. Aizawa is overwhelmed!”

Seeing those students being curious and hyping you up really add up to your ego, not to mention there’s some sweethearts there too, so you like them so much despite just meeting them.

Man, you’re so easy.

“Mrs. Aizawa, quick question, is Mr. Aizawa good in bed?” 

Oh my god, AHAHAH-

Before any of the other student can reprimand Mineta, you decided to be a public nuisance so you went along with it and nodded jokingly while pretending to think it through,“Mhmmm, good question, he is particularly-”

Although before you can answer completely, a cloth is wrapped around your mouth, halting your words. Your hubby have entered the chat.

At the end, your husband completely ruined your fun with the students.

Boomer.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬3

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, violence and abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death'; violence, attempted rape.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader’s husband brings home an unexpected houseguest.

Note: So this is for black Friday and then I’ll be working all today and tomorrow and schedule’s are super late so I dunno when Im working after that. Hope you guys enjoy and don’t hesitate to drop by my asks.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Arvin let you pick the record. You found it among the box of your daddy’s music. It was one of your favourites and you were glad he wasn’t bothered by Patsy Cline’s droll tones. He seemed to enjoy it as he sat and read a magazine and you searched for a button from your large tin to match that missing from Roy’s jacket.

“You ever listen to Elvis?” He looked up from behind the pages.

“I… I heard him on the radio but you know we haven’t got new records since Daddy died,” you said as you continued your hunt. “And Roy don’t like all that new music. He says it’s no good.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to like much, does he?” Arvin sniffed, “I always knew he was a grouch but I just thought it was the job.”

“He’s not… He’s just stressed. He works so much.” You looked down and settled on a button that was close enough. 

“You do too,” Arvin hid behind the magazine again. “You should be the one goin’ out and doin’ what you like on a Saturday. Hell, if he ain’t gonna spend his time with you, you should do something of your own.”

“I like sewing,” you shrugged as you threaded the button, “You know, it’s not so bad. I get time to myself. A lot of people can’t say that.”

“Sounds pretty lonely to me,” he flicked the page.

You were silent. You didn’t know how to respond. He was skirting around what he really wanted to say, what you didn’t want him to talk about. The tension in the air thickened as you feared he would admit that he knew or you might confess that your husband wasn’t much of one. Hell, you’d yet to accept that yourself.

Your fears were assuaged by the sudden clatter on the porch and the hinges of the door as it was swung open. You sat up and set aside Roy’s jacket. You stood as he staggered inside. He always did like to drink when he fished, or did much of anything else. You frowned as he tracked mud in on his tall rubber boots.

“Roy, you’re making a mess,” you said as you went to the doorway and watched him stumble around the entryway.

“Keep ya busy,” he slapped a hand on the wall and wiggled his leg free of a boot. “There’s a whole pail of fish out front too.”

“Mmm,” you hummed as his cheeks glowed. You doubted he’d be awake that long. “Well, I’ll just fry those up while you sit down.”

“Agh,” he tripped over his other boot as he slipped it off and Arvin brushed by you to catch him.

“Hey, Roy,” he took his arm, “How was the fishing? Why don’t you sit down? We’ll have a beer.”

“I almost forgot about you, boy,” he shook free of Arvin and ambled closer to you, “Maybe you can hide away after dinner for a while?”

He dragged his hand up your thigh and slapped your ass as he passed you. Arvin turned as Roy clumsily traipsed into the living room and fell onto the couch. He looked at you but you couldn’t stand to meet his.

“Sure,” Arvin uttered, “I’ll just go get those fish first.”

He disappeared through the front door and you crossed your arms as you turned to watch your husband. His head lolled as he chuckled.

“You think he ever fucked a girl?” He asked, “Boy tiptoes around like a virgin.”

“That’s crass, Roy,” you reproached.

“Don’t act so innocent,” he snapped, “If you didn’t, maybe I’d… well.”

His words trailed off and he closed his eyes. He yawned and sighed loudly. You grimaced and listened to the door as it hit the frame again. Arvin continued onto the kitchen as Roy began to snore. It must have been a record how quickly he’d passed out this time.

You went through to the kitchen as Arvin drained the water from the pail of fish. You went to the drawer and got a knife. You rest it on its end as you gripped it and looked out the window.

“He’s already out for the night,” you said, “You hungry?”

“I said I’d make the fish, I meant it.”

“Nah, I’ll flay them and put ‘em in the fridge,” you swallowed, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you’re stuck here with us. Sorry he’s always drunk.” You looked down at the blade. You didn’t say what you really wanted to. Sorry you were stupid enough to choose Roy.

“That isn’t your fault and you know, I don’t mind it so much.” He neared, “We’re friends now, aren’t we? That’s worth it.”

You nodded but couldn’t smile. He always tried to make things seem nicer than they were. He was much better at it than you were.

“You comin’ to church tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he answered like it was obvious.

You turned away and laid out the fish across the cutting board. He stayed behind you, the record silenced and began to skip.

“I think I got somethin’ nice I can find.” He left you and the crackle of the Victrola died.

You slice the fish, careful not to cut your fingers as you deboned it and tossed away the heads and tails. You heard Arvin speak in a low voice and a grumble. Then heavy footsteps interspersed with lighter ones. The stairs groaned and you kept on, wrapping the filets in paper and tucking it away.

You cleaned up and washed the smell off your hands. The living room was empty so you climbed the stairs and found Roy face down on your bed. You turned to the open attic and Arvin descended the ladder.

“You got him to bed?” You tilted your head.

“Wasn’t so hard. Poked him a few times.” He grinned. “So what time do I needa be ready for church?”

“We leave about twenty minutes before service. It’s at eight.” You answered, “Oh, you know what--” You raised your index finger, “One sec.”

You spun and scurried into your father’s room. It was just as it had been before he died except now there were boxes stacked along one wall. You pushed open the closet and fluttered through the clothes hanging within. You pulled out the old grey suit and white shirt that had yet to yellow. You grabbed a tie from the drawer as you passed the dresser.

You smelled them as you went back to the door as Arvin peeked in.

“For church,” you held them out, “My daddy was a bit taller but he got skinny near the end. I can pin up the pants for you and you’ll look just fine.”

“Oh,” he face paled, “You-- I can’t--”

“Roy’ll never fit into these so please,” you pushed them against his chest. “And I don’t think he’ll be up in time for church so I need you to drive.”

He smiled and took the clothes. He hugged them as if they were precious. “Thank you. I’m gonna sound like you for a moment but you really didn’t have to.”

“You think I’m gonna forget that you promised to make the fish? It’ll be a nice Sunday night dinner.” You inhaled deeply, “I think that for tonight, I’m gonna lay down though.”

“Alright,” he let you past, “You have a good night.”

“You too,” you neared your bedroom door as Roy’s snores grew louder, “Might have to stuff my ears with cotton.”

🚬

As you expected, Roy was too hungover to get up for church. You didn’t really go for the sermons but your daddy made it a habit when you were young to make sure you got to see the other kids in town. Sunday school had socialised you in the circles of the small town but they had proven less than welcoming. And since you’d grown out of your education, you went to trade recipes with some of the other wives.

Arvin was awake before you. As you pulled a cardigan over your blue dress you stopped at the bottom of the stairs and he appeared from the front room.

“Oh, Arvin,” you smiled, “That suit looks real nice on you. And the pants…”

“I sewed them myself last night,” he lifted his foot, “Remembered a few stitches.” He straightened the jacket, “You look real good too.”

“Well, aren’t we a pair?” You chimed. “Gonna have to be since Roy hasn’t moved since you dragged him to bed.”

“After you,” he waved to the door, “Think we should get goin’. My daddy woulda whipped me being late for the lord’s prayer.

You led him out the door and climbed into the truck opposite him. He turned the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. You felt calm as you smelled the early morning dew and you looked out the window as he shifted into gear. The lush green grass passed you by and trees swayed as he steered along the old country road.

As always, the church was crowded. You and Arvin squeezed in at the back. He was quiet and sombre as you entered. As you sat, you looked over at him. His jaw squared as the preacher came out and began his weekly scourge. A fire burned behind Arvin’s brown irises and he scowled for a moment before his face went placid.

You looked forward and folded your hands as you listened to Father Milton. You never cared much for his talk of hellfire and brimstone, to be fair, your daddy didn’t either, but in a small town, everyone knew when one was away from service. Roy never cared what anyone thought but you had to deal with Noreen and the other ladies at the grocer or around town about their own tasks.

When mass finished, you stood but Arvin hesitated. He stared up at the altar before he finally rose. He nodded to you and followed you and the other worshippers out into the sun.

You heard your name as you headed for the truck. You stopped and Arvin did too. You turned as Noreen, a woman older than yourself who fashioned herself to be the model for all society ladies, approached you. She wore a wide-brimmed hat over her blonde hair and took short steps in her heels.

“You promised me that carrot cake recipe. The one with the raisins.” She said. “Now I’ve been hounding you for three weeks.”

“Oh, uh,” you unclasped your pocketbook and fished out the card you’d made sure to stow after last Sunday. “Right here. I’m sorry, Noreen, but I gotta get back.”

“Where is Roy? Was he off drinkin’ again? You know, the lord did warn us all against excess.”

“Well, perhaps we can get him to come next week and you can warn him,” Arvin intoned and Noreen looked over in shock.

“Excuse me. And who is this… man you have as your escort?”

“Roy is letting the attic out to him. They work together. This is Arvin.”

“Arvin Russell,” he introduced firmly. 

“That’s an unusual name,” Noreen remarked, “You’re not from here?”

“No, but from a place like this.” He countered, “I’m gonna go get the truck goin’.”

He turned without courtesy and marched away. You looked back to Noreen as she curled her lip.

“Oh, he is a rough one, isn’t he? You have that scoundrel livin’ with you?”

“He’s a good man. Helps around the house. It’s a big place and Missy Grable has a tenant of her own.”

“Missy Grable has a farmhand to tend the fields,” Noreen lifted her chin.

You weren’t certain what to say. Noreen always found issue with whatever you said and you hated to give her further reason to.

“Well, here’s the recipe. I really ought to go.” You said.

“I understand, honey,” She smirked, “Your husband needs his caretaker… oh sorry, wife.”

You flinched but said nothing else. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away and dragged your heels through the dirt. You opened the truck and climbed in without a word. You clutched your pocketbook and stared ahead as Arvin back out of the lot.

“Pardon my saying so and I don’t use this word often, but she was a bitch,” Arvin said. “Remind me why I ain’t go to church.”

You looked down and nervously unclasped and unclasped your purse. “You didn’t have to come.”

“No, it’s your house and I wanna be a good guest,” he said, “It’s nothing to do with you.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “My daddy hated goin’ too but he didn’t want me to be ostracised, you know? He told me, near the end, that he stopped believin’ durin’ the war. He said no god would let the things happen that he saw.” You leaned against the door and watched the buildings pass. “Seein’ how these Christians act, I can’t blame him.”

Arvin was quiet as you left the main street and the house began to thin out until the country sprawled out around you.

“My sister…” he said so low you barely heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. “My cousin, she was tricked by a preacher man. She was young and too willing to love. And he was just a liar. He knocked her up then refused her.” His voice was brittle and you glanced over as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. “She hung herself but it was that snake-tongued charlatan who killed her.” He shook his head. “No god would take her like that. No god would let a man sworn to him trick the innocent.” He rubbed his forehead as his eyes bore into the distance, “I’m sorry. Just been a while since I sat in a pew.”

“No, I’m… sorry. Sorry about your cousin.” You said, “I didn’t-- You can stay home next week.”

He pondered it and a little smile curled his lips. “Don’t think I will. Think I’d like to see that Noreen again. Maybe say a prayer for her soul, wherever it may be.”

🚬

Roy was still in bed when you got home. You tried to rouse him and he swatted you away. You brought him a sandwich and some water and left it beside him. You went back down to clean up as Arvin sat in the front room, As you wiped your hands, the record player buzzed and a tune rose on noontime air.

You went to the living room as Arvin stood straight and you listened to the smooth tones of Sinatra. He turned to you as you entered. 

“I like this one,” you said. 

“Me too,” He had shed the jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, his tie disposed of. He turned his palm up as he stepped away from the player. “You dance?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, not much of a dancer. Roy wouldn’t even at the wedding.”

“Come on. It’s a good song.” He got closer and began to sing out of tune, “I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all…”

You shied away and he caught your hand. You let him draw you closer and smiled as your cheeks warmed up.

“Just follow my lead,” he urged as he moved his feet, “Don’t look down, just one, two, one, two…” 

You moved your feet around his as he swayed you and turned you on the spot. His hand settled on your lower back and you grasped his shoulders. You were jittery as you moved with him in time to the music.

“Arvin…” You breathed. 

“Every pretty girl should dance,” he said, “I’d say you’re a hell of a dancer for a beginner.”

“Thanks,” you trilled and settled into his embrace.

“I mean it. You deserve more.” He leaned closer and you felt his hot breath on you. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled as he gazed across at you. Your heart leapt as there was a sudden clamour by the stairs and you pushed away from Arvin as Roy stomped into the doorframe. His hand fell away from your back and you tiptoed over to your husband.

“Roy, you’re awake? How ya feelin’?”

“All this goddamn noise you makin’ down here,” he grumbled, “Shut off that dang thing. There’s a game on.”

You flitted away and turned off the Victrola. You looked at Arvin as he watched Roy. He looked irritated and repulsed by the man.

“I gotta do some chores,” you muttered. “You boys enjoy the game.”

“I think I’m just gonna go upstairs,” Arvin tucked his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be down to cook that fish in a bit.”

You watched the younger man leave and Roy turned the dial on the radio. Your husband flopped onto the couch as the commentator’s voice filled the room.

“How about a beer?” He demanded, not asked.

🚬

The day turned to night. Dinner was quiet and tense. Roy didn’t drink as much as the day before but the alcohol made little difference. Arvin was pensive and seemed to lose himself in thought. You were nervous as you thought of the dance and your temperamental husband.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a dance. How come Roy could spend his days drunk and dozing and you couldn’t do anything you liked?

You cleaned up after supper. Arvin retreated to his room once more as Roy sat in the living room with another bottle and you tidied up. You cleared the last of the mess and looked out into the front room. Roy belched and sneered as he saw you.

“Wife,” he beckoned you forward with two fingers, “What did you do today?”

“Went to church. Cleaned.” You edged closer. “That’s all. I was real worried about you, Roy.”

“Were you?” He snorted and stood as he dropped his bottle on the table. “You didn’t seem too bothered when I came down.”

“What do you mean?” You stopped a foot away from him.

“You and that kid. You get on real well, don’t ya?” He snickered. “You down here dancing.”

“Just a dance, Roy,” you said meekly, “I didn’t wanna be rude.”

“You just wanna be a whore,” he snarled, “Huh? What you doin’ with that boy? I’m your husband.”

“I know, I know that, Roy. I never-- I didn’t do nothing.” You pleaded as he stepped closer. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he hissed as he grabbed the back of your head and thrust you close to him. “You been doin’ everything but what a wife is meant for.”

He tore open the front of your dress and you cried out. “I’m gonna fuck you and let that boy hear who you belong to.”

“Stop, please.”

“Stop!? This is what you promised me, dear wife.”

You struggled with him as the smell of alcohol on his breath made you cringe. He spun you and shoved you so hard you stumbled back against the couch. You got up as he ambled after you and were knocked back by his fist. You cradled your cheek as you fell onto the cushions.

He pushed you up against the back of the couch and tried to wrench your legs apart. You squeezed your knees together and slapped at him blindly as fear bubbled in your veins. He forced your legs open and knelt on the couch between them. He grabbed your throat as you tried to wriggle away and he struck you again. He never hit your face; he didn’t like people to see what he did to you.

“I’ll show you,” he muttered, “I’ll show you, you little whore.”

He reached for his fly but his face mirrored your shock as he suddenly stilled and for a moment, he froze in time before he fell back onto the floor. Arvin stepped aside to avoid the crash and turned to hit him across the face. Roy’s brow split and began to stream with blood.

Arvin struck him a third time and pointed the gun at his head as he laid prone on the floor. Roy touched the back of his skull as he stared up barrel. The whack from the butt of the gun would likely leave a worse lump than his punches.

“Get up and go.” Arvin growled. “Or I’m gonna smear this carpet with your brains.”

“Are you crazy? This is my house!” Roy barked and pushed himself up. The pistol clicked and Arvin pressed it to his head. 

“It’s her daddy’s house.”

“She’s my wife, boy.”

“You don’t act like no husband,” Arvin said gruffly, “You think I’m scared? Think I haven’t shot a man before?”

“Sure you have, boy.”

“It’s different. You go out and you hunt your bucks and they don’t know what’s comin’, they don’t even know when they shot. But a man, oh he knows to the end. He begs, even if he can’t speak, he does. It’s in his eyes, in the way he gurgles as the life drains from his lips.” Arvin kicked Roy, “And once I pull this trigger, you’ll be begging too but it’ll be too late and there ain’t no words you can say to stop the blood. So you shut up and you go before you can’t.”

You were paralysed on the couch. Your head throbbed as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You trembled as Roy stood slowly and winced as Arvin followed his movement with the muzzle of the gun. Arvin followed your husband to the door and you heard the sharp whine of the other before it clattered shut. 

Crickets chirped as dirt stirred beneath feet and you heard the old truck shudder to life. The door snapped shut and locked loudly. Arvin appeared and lowered the gun. You stared at it as he came close. He set it on the table and sat beside you as he touched your face and you winced.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you against him, “I’m sorry he hurt you. I shoulda-- shoulda been faster.”

“Arv…” Your voice turned to a wisp and you let him hold you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I got you now.”

[kozumekenza]

on my mind :: two

:: suna rintarou x f!reader :: playlist :: masterlist ::

:: taglist: open :: wc: 1.5k ::

After a drunken one-night stand with your ex, you thought you could get him out of your life for good. Unfortunately, the two of you can’t seem to keep away from each other. Why can’t you leave each other alone? And more importantly, why is he still on your mind?

tw: mentions of alcohol, hangovers, profanity, talk of sex, one-night stands

After a lot of deliberation and even more wine with Yachi, you both came to the conclusion that ignoring Suna and the one-night stand would be the best course of action. You were also hesitant to give back the National Team jersey you had taken, fearing that it would draw attention to what had conspired between you two.

Instead, you adopted the expensive jersey into your wardrobe. 

So now you sat, head thrown back over the edge of your couch, fifth glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, bright red jersey with a large 12 and Suna’s name emblazoned on the back haphazardly thrown over your body. It was a comfortable jersey, plus, it was laundry day. You would wash it before (if) you ever gave it back. 

Yachi stole the wine glass out of your hand before you could drain the rest of it. 

“What the fuuuuck, ‘Toka? I was almost finished!” 

Yachi just looked at you with a blank expression. “Y/n, you need to go to bed before you show up to your first day of work hungover. You’ll thank me in the morning. C’mon,” she grabbed your hands to pull you up, dragging you along all the way to your bedroom. 

You cuddled into the sheets, trying to ignore the smell of Suna’s cologne on the jersey and failing miserably. Yachi brought you a glass of water and painkillers, then turned off the lights and bid you goodnight. 

At least you knew why Suna was in Tokyo now. It made sense that he would make the National Team, and it was a major oversight on your part for accepting a job as a trainer for said team. However, there was nothing you could do now. You would just have to wait and see how it all played out. 

You tossed and turned before finally surrendering to the comfort of the jersey’s scent. It was easier to fall asleep when you could pretend someone was next to you, anyway. When you ultimately dozed off, it was to memories of your ex-boyfriend’s calming hugs and bright smile.

---

When you arrived at the National Team Training Center the next morning, you were anxiously waiting for Suna to corner you about Saturday night’s events. Instead, you were able to walk all the way down to your new office across from the locker rooms without seeing anyone else. You set down your purse and backpack in your new office, smiling at the Assistant Athletic Trainer plaque outside your door. Popping back out into the hallway, you dropped a coffee off with your boss, Iwaizumi Hajime, whose office was adjacent to your own. 

Practice didn’t start for another hour, giving you plenty of time to calm your nerves about seeing Suna. You booted up your laptop and began preparing the players’ training regimens. After about thirty minutes, Atsumu strolled into your office. 

“Hey, y/n!”

“‘Tsumu!” He wrapped you in a big hug, lifting you off the ground and causing you to giggle.

“How’ve you been?” He set you back down and sat on the edge of your desk.

“Good! Lots of prepping for this new job, making sure all of your workouts are in order.” You gave Atsumu a light punch in the arm. You had missed joking around with him. Before you moved away from Hyogo, he was one of your best friends.

“Well, I hope it goes well. Hey, speaking of which, my shoulder has been kinda sore lately, think you could massage it for me?”

You just rolled your eyes and nodded. Of course, Atsumu would use your new position to his advantage. You could already tell that these next few weeks would be full of Atsumu begging for back massages when he didn’t really need them. On the bright side, at least if he was trying to scavenge a massage from you, Suna probably didn’t mention anything to him.

“Let’s go out to the court, practice is about to start. I’ll do it out there so that we aren’t late.”

Atsumu nodded, so you grabbed your backpack with your medical supplies and followed his lead to the court. You dropped your stuff at the bench and motioned for him to sit down. As you worked on his shoulder (his muscles were kind of tight after all), he talked about the temporary move to Tokyo and preparations for the upcoming Olympics. It was only April, but the competition would be here before anyone knew it. At least the team had the benefit of being at home for the duration of the Olympics. You couldn’t imagine having to adjust to a new timezone before competing at an international level. 

As you two talked, more players began to filter in. Iwaizumi came out to check on you, scolding Atsumu for taking advantage of your trainer status, to which you just laughed. 

“It’s fine, I promise. If I really minded, I would’ve told him to leave.”

“Alright, if you say so,” Iwaizumi looked at his watch, “Shit, I gotta go. It’ll probably be just you out here for most of the morning, y/n. I have a ton of meetings and work to catch up on, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! I can handle it, don’t worry.” You smiled, trying to conceal the large amount of fear you still held for interacting with a certain middle blocker. Iwaizumi gave you a grin before turning and walking back towards his office. 

Atsumu smirked at you, “He totally thinks you’re hot.”

You punched Atsumu in the shoulder, hard. “Shut the fuck up! And he does not, he’s gay, and he’s fucking married!” 

“Hm, what a bummer. You’re too tense, you need to get laid.”

Your eyes widened as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Atsumu!”

“Hey Atsumu, y/n, long time no see.”

Your heart dropped as you turned towards the unmistakable voice, one hand still on Atsumu’s mouth. 

“Sunarin! What’s up?” Atsumu shrugged your hand off as he stood and gave Suna a half-hug. You stood to the side, slowly inching towards your backpack as a means of escape. If Suna turned his attention to you, you could just busy yourself with whatever you had in there. 

“Fuck, y/n, it’s been forever since I last saw you.” You looked up at Suna, schooling your expression into something resembling calm, cool, and collected and ignoring the pounding of your heart. 

You gave a half-hearted laugh, “Yeah.” Suna flashed you one of his signature grins, and you nearly choked on air. Why was he so attractive?

“You’re still as beautiful as ever.” Fuck. “So this is what you’re up to nowadays?”

“Yep!” You allowed a little grin to slip through. “Living the dream as an assistant athletic trainer!”

“That’s awesome. I always knew you would do something great.” Oh my God. “Well, it looks like practice is about to start. We should go out sometime, catch up! It’s been years since we’ve talked.”

You nodded and watched as he jogged over to where some other players were stretching, then turned and buried your face in your hands. What the fuck. He didn’t remember Saturday. That was good. Now you just had to play it cool around him, and everything would be fine.

You felt an arm settle itself on your shoulder. “He totally thinks you’re hot.”

“Atsumu, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

The man in question quickly removed his arm from your shoulder, giving you a questioning look. “The fuck is your problem with him? I know you two still have whatever from high school that’s unresolved, but you look like you want to die on the spot right now.”

“If I tell you, you have to swear you won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.” You could already tell you were going to regret this.

Atsumu brought his hand up with a cheesy grin on his face. “I solemnly swear. Now tell me.”

You sighed and internally cringed. You couldn’t believe you were about to tell Atsumu this. “On Saturday night, I got drunk and woke up in Suna’s bed,” you watched as Atsumu’s jaw dropped, “And he doesn’t remember anything, thank God.”

“Holy fucking shit, y/n!”

“Keep your fucking voice down!”

“Wait, wait, wait, it gets better,” you winced as you prepared yourself for whatever bad news Atsumu was about to bring, “He called me Sunday morning, talking about a ripped skirt and a bra some chick left, and that she stole his National Team jersey. You’re telling me that was you?”

Grimacing, you nodded.

“Damn, y/n. You’re screwed.”

You nodded again.

---

After a morning of tough practice, you were finally enjoying some peace and quiet at your desk. You ate the bento Yachi packed for you (she was a literal angel) and tried to avoid thinking about how hot Suna looked while practicing today. You couldn’t stop staring at him; every time you looked away, you somehow found yourself looking in his direction again.

Your buzzing phone pulled you out of your thoughts.

Osamu’s laughing voice filled the tiny speaker. 

“Y/n! You slept with Sunarin! And he doesn’t even remember!”

You were going to murder Miya Atsumu. 

taglist: @sunasexual​ @call-me-lulu​ 

[dirtyoatmeall]

The ways I love you (Matsukawa x reader)

A/N: I love Mattsun so much. I think out of all the characters, he’s the one I’d most likely end up actually dating, not to mention time-skip mattsun is a whole nother conversation. anyway I hope you enjoy, I just really love him.

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader (gn pronouns but references to reader being able to be pregnant)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of 18+ activity as a joke, spoilers for s2 (spring preliminaries), me not proof reading, me not knowing how to describe coming down from your tiptoes

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Matsukawa liked to think he was observant both on and off the volleyball court. But as he watches you laugh from afar, head thrown back, holding onto your friends shoulder for balance, he can’t help but think, how did he not notice you before? It was enough to stop him in his tracks, unconsciously tuning out the sounds around him, blatantly staring at you as you continue to talk to your friends, a wide grin on your face as you gesture wildly, pausing every so often to laugh at the story you were telling. It took Hanamaki walking in front of him, blocking his view of you, for him to come back to his senses. He heard Hanamaki calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Hey earth to Mattsun, you okay bro?” He nodded in response, still thinking about your laugh, he wanted to know what you were talking about. He wanted to know your name. Hanamaki turns to look at where Matsukawa was focused so intently on before, grin breaking out when he saw your group. “Ahh, so that’s what’s got your attention? And which one was so lucky to literally stop you in your tracks?” He rolled his eyes in response to Hanamaki’s teasing, when Iwaizumi appeared next to him, raising an eyebrow at Matsukawa. “What’re you talking about?” Hanamaki is happy to fill the spiker in, and Matsukawa returns his gaze to your group again, before furrowing his eyebrows.

He watched Oikawa saunter up to your group, he must have called your name since you turned to face him, eyebrow raised. The setter says something that causes you to roll your eyes, hands on your hips and you respond, teasing smile evident. In true Oikawa fashion, he responds by pouting dramatically before scanning the courtyard, face lighting up when he spots his group of friends. He grabs your wrist, you wave to your friends before following and Matsukawa’s eyes widen when he realizes Oikawa is bringing you over to them. Did Oikawa see him staring? Were you somehow dating the setter? Matsukawa wracks his brain for any memories on a new fling when you two finally reach the group.

“Iwa-chan! (Y/N)-chan still won’t agree to being the manager! Won’t you convince them?” Oikawa says dramatically, letting go of your wrist in favor of attempting to lean on Iwaizumi, who promptly shoves him off, rolling his eyes. “And why would I do that? I don’t want to subject them to dealing with you anymore than they have to already.” You laugh at Iwaizumi’s insult as Oikawa cries out in offense. (Y/N), Matsukawa repeats your name in his head, wanting to commit it to memory. Though all thoughts immediately halt at the sound of your voice.

“I never said I wouldn’t, I just asked how you were gonna make it worth my while?” Your voice had a teasing lilt to it as you raised your eyebrows in anticipation of the setters response. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes again, grumbling about you egging him on. Oikawa brightens up, a flirty smile adorned as he leans closer to you, eyebrows wiggling up and down. “I know exactly what can make it worth your while.” You throw your head back, loud cackles of laughter filling the air, Hanamaki and Matsukawa chuckle as Oikawa pouts, crossing his arms childishly. After a few moments your laughter dies down, you make a show of wiping tears from your eyes before smiling. “Alright, just because I’ll get to more chances to make fun of you, I’ll do it.” Oikawa seems to ponder being excited or offended by your agreement, choosing the former and hugging you while Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Thankfully Hanamaki says what was on both of their minds.

“Soo, are you guys like dating or something?” He tries to be casual, eyebrow raised when Iwaizumi snorts, “I can tell you there is no chance of that happening, ever.” Oikawa sputters as you nod, nose scrunched in disgust.

“Let me put it this way,” you pause, thinking before your lips raise into a sly grin. “I would rather be spit roasted by the coaches of Shiratorizawa and Nekoma before I’d hold hands with Tooru romantically.”

Oikawa jaw drops as the rest of them crack up at your words. “(Y/N)-chan! You have to be spending too much time with Iwa, you didn’t used to be this mean!” You roll your eyes playfully before turning to the duo to clarify.

“In all seriousness, I used to live in the same neighborhood as Tooru and Iwa when we were kids, we went to school together up until middle school, when I moved to Fukushima, but I’m back now! And I gotta make up for all the time I missed preventing him from getting a big head, obviously Iwa hasn’t been doing his job.” Said ace narrows his eyes at you, grumbling before Oikawa cuts him off. “It was horrible not having you here (Y/N)-chan! We’re never going to let you leave again!” You smile softly at his admission, and Matsukawa wonders if he’s sick, why else would he be sweating in the middle of November?

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Months later Matsukawa realizes that he wasn’t sick on that chilly November day in his first year, he was, much like now, infatuated with you. While he wasn’t sure exactly what his feelings for you were, he knew he had it bad. Ever since he noticed you, he started seeing you everywhere. In the hallway, when he was glancing out the window during class, anywhere he was, his eyes always found their way to your form. It didn’t help that Oikawa stuck to his promise, and you became an integral part of their group. He was seeing you at all times of day, even when he closed his eyes at night, images of you, laughing and smiling softly, danced behind his eyelids.

And of course, it did not go unnoticed. Hanamaki was, unsurprisingly, the first to find out. Now whenever he caught Matsukawa staring at you, he’d grin amusedly at the middle blocker, wiggling his eyebrows. Iwaizumi was even seeming to catch on, a knowing look on his face, small grin present whenever Matsukawa would flush slightly after contact with you, whether it was a seemingly innocent hug between friends, or you hanging off his arm dramatically while teasing Oikawa. Speaking of the setter, he was, without a doubt, the last person Matsukawa wanted to find out about his, whatever they are, feelings for you.  But he hid it well, only a few moments of weakness compared to all the other times he kept it together around you, however hard it was.

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It was in his third year that Matsukawa was able to name his feelings for you, love. Love in the way his heart skips a beat whenever you laugh, in the way his hand twitches to lace his fingers through yours, in the way he can’t imagine not seeing you every day, in the way he fantasizes about a life with you; seeing you first thing in the morning, slow dancing in the kitchen to a song no one can hear but you two. He no longer hid it well, openly gazing at you with a fondness anyone could see was only for you. It seemed the whole world knew of his feelings, except you.

Oikawa found out about 6 months after you returned, the setter vowing to keep it a secret, saying something about letting fate bring the two of you together. Matsukawa no longer tried to hide it, though he wasn’t going to confess anytime soon, he wasn’t above shameless flirting, lingering touches pairing with his love-stricken gaze. Either you were the most oblivious person ever, or you knew but elected to stay silent. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

It all came to a head the day they lost their chance at nationals.

The loss to Karasuno was hard on everyone, the third years especially. After Coach Irihata talked to the players, you step forward, getting their attention. Unshed tears shining in your eyes you smile sadly at the team. “I’m not a coach, and obviously not a player, so I know my words don’t hold as much value as they would if I was. But I don’t care. I am so proud of all of you. You worked so hard to get here, and even though the outcome wasn’t what we hoped for, I don’t want anyone blaming themselves, not a single one of you. You gave it your all, and I want you to be proud of that. I’m obviously not planning on being a motivational speaker after we graduate, but you get the idea.” A few of the players chucked, and more of them looked tearful than when you started.

For a moment you worry your words did more harm than good, until Iwaizumi steps forward, enveloping you in a hug. You let out a strangled cry/laugh when Oikawa follows his lead, the other third years joining and eventually the whole team, and you smile despite the tears running hotly down your cheeks. Over the 3 years you’ve been manager you have come to love and be loved by the team. As the group hug disperses to pack up for the bus ride home, you and the other third years linger, sharing bittersweet smiles.

The bus ride home is silent. The loss having drained the energy from the team, as many of the players are sleeping. You sit next to Matsukawa, head resting on his shoulder. As you start to drift off you slip your hand into his, sighing contentedly before succumbing to sleep. He looks down at your sleeping form, squeezing your hand as he smiles sadly. The day before he had briefly entertained the idea of confessing if they win nationals, but now, especially after your speech, he knows he can’t wait.

He gently shakes you awake when the bus arrives at the school, his heart stutters when you blearily look up at him, a tired smile gracing your features. He doesn’t let go of your hand when the two of you disembark, the first years telling you to go home when you try to help put stuff away. You tear up again, in appreciation for your underclassmen, looking up when Matsukawa squeezes your conjoined hands. He smiles and tugs you along, waving goodbye to the team before the two of you join Hanamaki and walk to the train station.

The train ride is peaceful, Hanamaki and Matsukawa talking quietly while you resume your place next to the latter, leaning into his side. You wave when Hanamaki gets off, and you sit in comfortable silence until your stop comes up. You look at Matsukawa, confused, when he gets off the train with you, He tugs you forward. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” You try to ignore the butterflies in your gut and the heat in your face as you nod.

A few blocks from your house he stops under a streetlight, gently pulling you in front of him. Your eyebrows furrow as you search his face for any tell for his actions. You don’t know what to make of what you find instead, blush deepening when he takes a step closer and cups your cheek with the hand not occupied with your own. “(Y/N),” He sighs, and you think it sounds the prettiest when it comes from his lips. “Originally I wasn’t planning on ever telling you, and I thought about doing it at nationals,” He pauses, and you nuzzle into his hand, shifting your other hand to intertwine with his, a quick squeeze urges him to continue. “but since that’s not going to happen, now seems as good a time as any.” He takes a deep breath, taking another step forward, now toe to toe with you.

“I’m in love with you, have been for who knows how long. Well, I guess I do.” He huffed a laugh, “Probably since first year honestly. I remember the first time I saw you, I literally stopped in my tracks you were so beautiful. God, I sound so lame.” You laugh with him this time, tightening your grip on his hand. He clears his throat before continuing. “I know we haven’t really discussed our plans after graduation, but I wanted you to know, just in case there was some possibility. And when I say I love you, I mean it. I love you in the wake up next to you every morning and make you breakfast kinda way. The buy a cat together kinda way. And I understand if you don’t feel the same, I don’t want you to feel pressured, I just couldn’t not tell you, ya know? I think it would eat at me for the rest of my life if I didn’t.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, choosing to look at your joined hands instead. Your free hand comes up to cover the one on your cheek, and he looks up to meet your gaze.

He wasn’t expecting the shine of unshed tears or the tender look on your face. You smile, and his heart does the little back flip it does whenever you direct one at him, but there’s something different about this smile, it holds unspoken promises behind it, ones he wants so desperately to hear come tumbling from your lips. “Issei,” You breath, and he shudders slightly hearing you say his name with so much emotion. “I love you too. I love you in the wake up next to you every morning smiling even though you have the worst morning breath,” He snorts and your smile grows as you continue, “I love you in the adopting two cats together kinda way, because we didn’t want it to be lonely when we’re away. I have loved you since the day you told Tooru you were my baby daddy,” You laughed brightly as you recall the memory, the horror on Oikawa’s face when Matsukawa went along with the prank.

“You fell into the role so effortlessly, and yet I never regretted a prank more, because after feeling you pull me against your chest, wrapping an arm around my waist for the day, I was hooked. Constantly thinking of ways I could touch you again.” Your face was a deeper shade of pink, bordering on red, and Matsukawa smiled as he recalled the memory, and how you were more touchy afterwards.

You turn your head, softly kissing the palm of his hand, eyelashes tickling his fingers. Your hand moves to lightly grasp his wrist when his hand moves to your neck, resting on the side for a moment before cupping the back of your head as he leaned down slowly, committing the sight of you; eyes fluttered closed, lips slightly parted, to memory. Impatient, you push yourself upward on your toes, closing the small space between you as your lips finally meet.

You untangle your hand from his, moving to bring both upwards, over his chest and around his neck as you tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss. His hand tangles into your hair and his other hand moves to settle on the small of your back, bringing you closer as your lips move against each other slowly, pouring years of love and pining into the kiss, savoring the feel of the other. After what feels like forever, you part, panting slightly, out of breath. You rest your weight back on the balls of your feet, smiling as Matsukawa follows you, bending down to rest his forehead against yours. You close your eyes for a moment, processing what just happened, and what it means for the future.

You open your eyes as he kisses you again, this time shorter, but no less sweet. You have a dopey smile on your face when he pulls away, standing to his full height. He untangles his hand from your hair, running his fingers through it for good measure and takes your hand, which had fallen back to your sides, before nodding in the direction of your house. “C’mon, I said I’d walk you home, and we’ll be here all night if we have it your way.” He teases at the pout on your features when he pulls you along the street. 

You turn to him once you reach your steps, hesitant to leave. His hand cups your cheek again, directing your attention back to his face. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like I’m gonna disappear if you leave.” You bite your lip slightly instead of answering, though he can see it in your eyes. He smiles softly and pulls you into a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise. I’m not going to miss out on a chance to rub it in Makki’s face that I got a girlfriend before him.” You laugh lightly into his chest, heart swelling at the word. You breath in the scent of his cologne, squeezing your interlaced hands before stepping back,

“Okay, tomorrow. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grins at the obvious reluctance present on your features. He lands a quick peck on your cheek, ruffling your hair. He waits until you close the door behind you before leaving. He checks his phone as he walks, cursing as he realizes he only has a few minutes until the last train of the night departs.