#bleachers lockscreen

[astrangerlately]

[wonder-innie]

matching phones

bf!jeongin x reader. fluff

— ;; Jeongin and you sharing a cute moment together, he can’t help but to show his possessive side to you.

a.n: english is not my first language.

word count: 713

Jeongin and his friend planned a soccer match for the afternoon, and he had invited you to be his cute cheerleader. You were in the bleachers next to your friends. It was a hot summer day, but luckily you brought two bottles of water. Honestly, you have no idea of how the game was going because Jeongin had your complete attention, you couldn’t take his eyes off him. He just looked so damn good playing soccer.

There were times when Jeongin would look at your direction and smirk at you. Every time he did that, you could feel your heart melting, loving his cute smile.

The game ended with Jeongin’s team victorious, so you got close to your sweaty boyfriend to give him a kiss as a trophy. He wanted to hug you but you stopped him, not wanting to get dirty from his sweat. He looked at you with puppy eyes while pouting, basically begging for a hug.

“Fine, you win” you rolled your eyes and open your arms to hug him. His expression changed in less than a second and returned the embrace.

A few minutes passed and after saying goodbye to your friends, you and Jeongin started walking with your hands held towards the closest ice cream shop. Along the way, you showed him the pictures you took of him while he was playing.

“I can’t believe you took so many pictures” he said shyly while blushing. Jeongin was kind of embarrassed but at the same time adored the idea of you having the gallery full of pictures of him, being the only man in your phone.

However, he wanted to take it to the next level. Knowing you were very popular between the boys, he had to make sure everyone knew you were his and only his. Since you rejected his idea of leaving hickeys in your neck, he had to come out with something else.

“Babe, can I ask you a favor?” Jeongin stopped walking which made you stop too. He grabbed your waist with his hands while pulling you closer.

“What is it, Innie?” you replied as you surrounded his neck with your hands.

“Can I be your phone’s lockscreen?”

You couldn’t help but to chuckle a little, thinking it was really cute idea and that you will love having your boyfriend in your lockscreen. “Of course baby, but I have to be in yours too”

He nodded before quickly taking out his phone, but you stopped him and suggested you should take similar photos so you can have matching lockscreens.

Jeongin seemed to like the idea. Once you arrived to the shop, he insisted in paying for

your ice cream and, knowing he won’t take a no as an answer, you just let him do it. You headed to the park with your ice creams.

At the park, you found a cozy spot under a big tree and sat down on the grass. Jeongin was right next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder as he finished his ice cream.

He noticed you had some ice cream in the corner of your lips, he giggled at your cuteness. Jeongin ran his finger over your lips to clean them, taking you by surprise.

"Ready to take our pictures?" you asked after a few minutes, pulling out your phone.

Jeongin nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You both took turns taking selfies, capturing your playful expressions and genuine smiles. After a few shots, you reviewed the photos together, giggling at the cute and funny faces you both made.

“These are perfect,” you said, choosing your favorite photo to set as your lockscreen. Jeongin did the same with his phone, matching his lockscreen with yours.

With a satisfied grin, Jeongin leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. “Only yours.” Those words made his heart twitch.

As the sun began to set, you both lay down on the grass, cuddling and enjoying the gentle breeze. With Jeongin’s head resting on your chest, you started petting him.

“I love you, y/n,” Jeongin murmured, closing his eyes and smiling.

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling your heart swell with affection. “I love you too, Innie.”

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[unlust-fvck]

If you're looking for requests...how about reader dating dad! Schlatt?

dating dad schlatt headcanons!

THANK YOU THIS IS SO CUTE!!!

dating dad schlatt is like having two children of your own

whether it’s cats or children, he will always take their side in any pointless argument

“jay, the cat scratched the couch again”

“he’s just a little guy”

he LOVES planning little outings and dates for the three of you.

playground date? he’s bringing a blanket and some snacks for you two to sit in the shade while you watch the kid on the playground

my mans literally melts whenever he sees you and the little one curled up together on the couch.

he snaps a picture of the two of you and it’s been his lockscreen ever since

SCHLATT TEACHING HIS KID TO PLAY BASEBALL??? HELLOOOO???

imagine sitting on the warm bleachers as you watch schlatt pitch the ball

hearing his absolute delight when your child hits a home run

schlatt who always gets your children the “fun” gifts at chirstmas.

the drum set got put in the attic by december 27th after a stick was thrown at a vase on the mantle

watching fondly from the door frame as schlatt tucks in the kiddo

he gets all into the bed time story, using voices and theatrics

him almost falling asleep as he reads

family grocery shopping on sunday is always an adventure

schlatt driving, his hand holding yours over the armrest as he keeps peeking at the kid in the mirror

he really is a great dad and you adore him for it <33

[fandomsmeantheworldtome]

Tagged by @neverswungonswingingstars for lockscreen,background and last music listen to thank you honey❤

Stop making this hurt by Bleachers ( this is a song i listen a lot last summer and i listen again i love them so much)

Tagging @stedescozynook @eames-with-a-rose @feralgodmothers @sherlockig @coiled-dragon @fangirl-saya @merryandrewsworld @blakbonnet @a-small-bear @nicoleanell @ailendolin @hesawifebeaterdanusethegun @renfieldxz @snailsokay @shadowsteed15 @ninjathrowingstork and everyone else who is interested

[deathclassic]

Hi Molly! How about 12 & 27 for the Gallavich headcanons?

hi krystal <3 <3

12. what’s their lockscreen?

ooh okay, honestly i think their lockscreens are just like,,,a picture they like? Maybe Ian has like a quote or a nice picture he took on a holiday and mickey probably has something weirdly edgy idk but their home screens are probably something more sentimental! mickey i can see just having Ian bc he has the i dont like my photo being taken attitude but ian has the two of them taking a selfie together and it's not even a significant one they were just at home

there is no 27! so i'll jump to 28

28. What are sexual kinks/ fantasies they are too embarrassed to tell anyone?

i feel like they roleplay way more than they let on, ian probably overshares his sex life with lip for some reason and mickey gets mad when people assume things about him so he's always ready to prove them wrong.

idk if embarrassed is the right term for this but since they love to fuck in 'public' places - cars, kash n grab, dugouts, high school bleachers etc - theyre probably a little embarrassed about some of the locations?

i dont think theyre embarrassed by any of it tbh its more like okay lets not share that ian motorboats mickey and stuff like that

[ohmymymymyy]

Bleachers - I Wanna Get Better

“That's why I'm standing on the overpass screaming at myself”

[happysadsunday]

i wanna get better

[terrrible-thrills]

[odetoeyes]

i wanna get better // bleachers

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[morningsoup]

goodmorning // bleachers ✨like/reblog if you use!✨ (dont repost)

[kaashiboo]

haikyuu boys seeing you hold your phone the whole time during their match

but you were actually just filming them:')

┇ iwaizumi and suna

→fluff

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

✎ a/n: okay i think this is a random one but i had fun writing it! :) and please let me know if you would like a part two!

iwaizumi

you were so pumped for this match since this was your first time to attend an official match and you get to watch your boyfriend!

you were so excited that you wanted to keep the memory by filming it.

of course, you didn't film the whole match unless you physically have the ability to hold up your arms for a long time AND if you have a lot of phone storage.

so you would only film if it was his turn to serve or if you sense that oikawa would set to him.

since you were seated near the front, iwaizumi quickly took notice of how you weren't even letting go of your phone for more than 5 minutes.

he frowned at it and oikawa nudged him during the timeout, "iwa-chan, what's bothering you?"

"none of your business." he spat.

"rude." the captain pouted. deciding to scan the crowd to look for you and he immediately spotted you as you were waving at him excitedly.

"there's your beloved y/n, iwa-chan. i didn't know your height would make it difficult for you to spot them." he teased. receiving a death glare from his best friend.

iwaizumi sighed, deciding to look at you but there you are, holding your goddamn phone again.

it was painfully obvious that he wasn't in a good mood right after the timeout as his spikes were getting more aggressive than usual.

the match ended with aoba johsai winning.

you ran to your boyfriend with a wide smile, ready to hug him, "hajime!" you called but he just walked past you.

you threw oikawa a confused look and he just patted your back, "iwa-chan is having mood swings again, y/n-chan. i think it's because you weren't paying attention to his show off during the game." he informed you and left.

you weren't clueless as to what oikawa was referring to so you decided to head straight to their bus. you weren't gonna join the team since you basically commuted your way to the gym but you figured to just wait for your boyfriend.

a few minutes after, they were making their way to the bus and you quickly pulled iwaizumi away from them.

"hajime—"

"why don't you talk to your phone, y/n." he scoffs, refusing to look at you.

"okay now that's where you're wrong. i'm sorry if you thought i wasn't paying attention but look!" you unlocked your phone and went to your gallery, showing him all the clips and pictures you took.

"i was paying EXTRA attention to you just to get good shots," you explained and he just nodded. his cheeks warming up from being flustered and from embarrassment.

"don't be upset, okay? i won't do it next time if you'd like. now, go. your team must be waiting." you slightly pushed him away but your strength was no match for his so he did not budge at all.

"let them go. i'll take you home." he said.

suna

since the inarizaki team has two managers, you were always the one who would sit with the audience— not that you'd complain since you feel like sitting with where the other manager is would be nerve-wracking considering that you would be more exposed to the people's judging stare.

suna kept glancing at you secretly but he would always see you staring at your phone intently.

and he clearly did not like that. your attention should be on him and him only.

he rolled his eyes, annoyed to see you smiling as you stare at your phone.

you looked up and coincidentally met his stare. you were about to cheer his name but he immediately diverted his attention to the game.

you admired how suna would always look good in every photo and clips that you took of him no matter what angle.

just as the first set ended, atsumu shouted your name and you cringed at how most of the people turned their heads to you.

but nonetheless, you went down from the bleachers.

"hey, do you need anything?" you asked.

"yup." atsumu impatiently answered. you gestured him to continue.

"i need your phone." you furrowed your brows in confusion. looking at his twin but osamu just shook his head disapprovingly.

"why though?"

"because i don't have mine?" he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"yeah but you're still in a match, miya atsumu." you sternly said and he groaned, "come on! just for a second! no one would even notice that i held your phone!" he convinced and so you carelessly tossed your phone and he caught it at ease.

he stifled a laugh before passing your phone to your boyfriend. "guess you worried for nothing." atsumu said.

you were about to protest but suna was already examining your phone.

your lockscreen to be exact.

"when was this?" he asked, pointing at your live lock screen of him blocking the opponent's spike.

"a while ago." an annoying smirk was etched upon hearing your answer.

"didn't know you're that whipped for me, babe."

"why are you acting like you weren't upset over this? you're both whipped. shut up." atsumu huffed.

"what's going on here?" kita approached you and the trio.

suna calmly returned your phone, "nothing." he replied and you decided to go back to your seat.

suna definitely played 100× better. glancing at you every time he does something cool and you would give him a thumbs up to assure him that you caught it on camera.

[suhlogic]

tainted innocence— johnny x reader

quick note: 

— johnny is in a rock band but is briefly mentioned.

warnings: slight innocence kink, dom/sub themes, strict parents (on the reader’s side), unprotected sex, size kink

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 2k- ish

playlist:

check yes, juliet- we the kings

delicate- taylor swift

roman holiday- halsey

young god- halsey

king of my heart- taylor swift

gold rush - taylor swift

dress - taylor swift

you are in love- taylor swift

run (vault track from red taylor’s version)- taylor swift ft. ed sheeran

ours- taylor swift

secret life- bleachers ft. lana del rey

brooklyn baby- lana del rey

call it what you want- taylor swift

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All your life, you were taught how to talk to people and turn them down politely. Hell, even take no for an answer which was, in itself, a good thing for others, but for you, it was consuming everything you’ve known about yourself. You were exhausted from acting nice, prim, and proper in front of your family, both close and extended relatives.

It felt like you were staring at another person in the mirror. Sure, it was you, but it was all an act because everyone expected something highly from you through their annoyingly fake saccharine smiles and empty praises as a way to motivate you. But really, the pressure was the very thing that was slowly devouring you in the most toxic way possible, like a festering wound that was invisible.

And as you were sat slumped on the dinner table poking at the steak and coleslaw prepared, you lost appetite for and drowning out the endless mundane conversations your parents were having with their friends like white noise from the television, you could not help but long to escape the room for the time being. With all of those thoughts in your head, you quickly excused yourself from the little soirée your parents had organized and retreated into your room to call your lover.

Said lover was the Johnny Suh. Your parents were too hesitant about letting him  date you. He seemed like “trouble,” as your mother said, who tends to set you up with rich old men who were one cough away from their burial sites because marrying rich was an asset on her end. But you did not want most of the things your parents had planned for you.

That was also the problem. Everyone sets their standards high for you. So much so that you had to recalculate every single move you would make in everything. But not when it came to Johnny. From the very first time you gazed into his honey amber eyes, you knew he was worth taking the risk. Never mind that your parents are not fond of him, but that gives you the thrill. You were going against their wishes for you at times.

[10:00 PM]

You took your phone out of your pocket, and you were greeted with your lockscreen of you and Johnny all cuddled up on his couch when the two of you first officially started dating.

Hopefully, he’s still awake. You thought as you pressed the ‘call button’ beside his name, waiting for him to pick up. After two rings, your ear was met with a warm and deep “Hello, angel,” which belonged to Johnny. “Hey there, are you free right now?” you asked as you slightly bit down your bottom lip unbeknownst to him on the other end. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?” he asked. Fuck, he may be cheesy, but he sure knew how to cheer you up. “Can I crash at your place for the weekend? I’m tired of dealing with everyone here at home.” You say as he replies with, “Hm, family troubles again?” and you agreed, but it was because your house, not a home, felt like it was a metal blanket that was weighing you down, and Johnny has always been your home.

There’s a difference. That’s what love taught you. A home cannot be made out of concrete. It should make you feel safe, warm, and at ease. Home for you are the oversized hoodies that smell like him that he lets you wear. It’s his arms that engulf you warmly into cuddles. Everything about Johnny was homely and warm.

“Yeah, something similar to that, and they cannot stop inviting guests for some reason, so I just really want to leave.”, you say as you let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, princess, I’ll pick you up. Be ready in 20 minutes,” he replies. “I’ll be waiting for you, take care,” you replied as the two of you both exchanged I love yous before hanging up.

As you were finishing up writing a note faking an excuse that you were with your best friend, you heard the messaging app on your phone go off.

dom daddy from that band: hey, I’m here outside the back porch. whenever you’re ready;)

You smiled at his text and as you closed your door and grabbed your stuff to go outside through the window adjacent to the back porch. You threw your bag  into his arms, and as if on cue, he caught it real fast. You continued going down the ladder that you strategically placed outside your room. “Nice ass you got there, babe,” Johnny smirked from behind as you landed on your feet. As you were walking closer to him, “You like it better when I’m riding you, don’t you, Daddy?” you teased. 

Johnny slowly lifts your chin with his fingers and quips back with a soft kiss that he pulls you in. It might have been a risky move since you were still in your backyard, but the thought of getting caught anytime was what riled you up. “Hm…I thought you said no more making out on your lawn, huh, doll?” He said as you remembered when the two of you almost got caught by your mother. “Babe, that was one time,” you say as you hit Johnny playfully as he opens the door to the front seat of his car for you.

The car ride was filled with laughter and music. One of the things that you loved the most about him was his cheekiness and playfulness despite his intimidating appearance of inked arms and a lip ring. Johnny was just a warm six-foot-tall guy smitten by you and always gave the best cuddles. His love language was physical touch, and so was yours. It was like the two of you were made for each other.

Meeting Johnny happened in the most unexpected way possible, his band was playing for a music festival at your school, and since you were the one who organized it, you did not expect him to approach you the moment his band finished their set. You were the kind of student who did not really meddle with band members who played shows at your school because you saw your friends get their hearts broken by some bassist or drummer. It did not matter until Johnny came along.

Something about the way he sang his self-written songs that night as he performed with so much passion and strummed his electric guitar lured you in. He put so much of his heart and feelings into every single lyric, and you admired that the most about him. You just hoped that he’d notice the girl who was watching him from the side of the stage or even for Johnny to spare you a glance. Unbeknownst to you, he’s already whipped for you that night, and he was hoping to get your number. That night was unlike any other night you’ve experienced during a concert, not that you’ve been to many, but you knew it was different the moment he slipped a note into your hand after they performed and gave you one of his flashing smirks. Things have escalated from that evening since meeting him in the secluded garden of your university. To be fair, it was quite a romantic thing of him for a first meeting. If someone asked you what the exact definition of love at first sight was, it would be your first rendezvous with him where the both of you spent talking until the gates had to close and both of you needed to go out.

The two of you then went to his place at two o’clock in the morning. You never expected to move that fast with him, but it felt right. You being with Johnny felt right despite being warned by your parents not to go with strangers, but you knew you already found home in his amber eyes and warm smile. Since that night, you and Johnny have been inseparable. Both his friends and yours knew how in love you were with each other. The six-year age gap didn’t matter to the two of you.

[9:00pm]

As he opened the door to his house, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist as he just smirked while turning the keys inside the doorknob. “You’re so touchy, huh, ______?” he laughed as you said, “Well, I wasn’t complaining when you made out with me on my parents’ lawn, did I?”. He just laughed at your cheekiness as he grabbed your bag from you and walked towards his bedroom, where you’ll be staying over for the weekend. Being completely unaware of your whereabouts, your parents think that you're staying over at a friend’s house, but that's not something to worry about right now.

You’ve stayed over at Johnny’s from time to time. Hell, his place felt more of a home than your own house that you grew up in. As you made yourself comfortable on his couch, you can’t help but be beyond giddy yet nervous because you’re finally going to have sex with him. Sure, you’ve had your share of giving him head and the occasional makeout sessions in secluded places with him in bars whenever he had gigs or hell, even shamelessly locking lips with each other just to spite girls who were trying to flirt with him in front of you so that they can back off. Still, the two of you never really had the time to have sex, but tonight, that was going to happen.

It’s crazy to think how your past self would have never found herself in this situation. You’ve fantasized about how falling in love with someone like him because of strict parents who hardly allowed you to date. There’s only so much you can do. Despite being seen as the introverted and quiet daughter, you didn’t expect that Johnny would be the one to break you out of that “shell” you were in and it felt amazing. He was the one you truly felt comfortable with, it didn’t even feel like he was a stranger to you.

nsfw under the cut

As you made your way down the hallway with your bag, you finally got into Johnny’s bedroom and got settled in.

You decided to knock on the door leading to his bathroom where he’s showering, so you did. When he finally let you in, Johnny immediately stuck behind the glass door of his shower, hair still soapy from the shampoo. “Finally care to join me, you minx?” he smirked bashfully while you were stripping your clothes off and just laughed at his remark as you walked closer to where he was and stepped behind him in the shower.

While Johnny was showering, you slowly snaked your arms around his waist from behind, feeling how sculpted his abs are. “Hm, you’re clingy today angel, aren’t you?” he asked as you slowly left kisses down his back as he let out a soft moan. With this, he gently grabbed your wrist so your back would be facing him. You felt the warm water travel down your body as he lathered shampoo on your hair, taking it as an opportunity to slightly tug at it enough to make you moan. As your boyfriend washed the suds off, you felt his dick press against your ass and he was definitely rock hard.

His hands traveled slowly to your boobs as he played with your nipples and rubbed circles on them making you feel on edge. In fact, he decided to go lower and his free hand was now slowly teasing your sopping wet pussy with his fingers. He was rubbing your clit as you let out needy whines begging for him to slip his long yet skilled fingers inside you. “You’re so needy for me, kitten,” he whispered lowly in your ear as the warm water trickled down on both of your bodies.

Johnny inserted two of his fingers inside your pussy and slowly slipped them in and out which were now coated with your slick.

“Daddy, please...more...I want more” You moaned as he slipped his fingers out of you and slowly sucked on his slick-filled digits.

He lifted you up and gently inserted his thick length, with the tip filled with pre-cum. Despite the countless blowjobs you’ve given him, you still can’t seem to get used to his girth and size. But this was different, he was filling your tight walls now.

“Fuck, need you to cum on my dick now, doll.” He hissed through gritted teeth and you couldn’t help but wrap your legs around him while your arms were clasped around his neck. Your boyfriend immediately adjusted your position and backed you up against the bathroom walls, both of his hands still cupping your ass. With every pound getting rapid and faster as you two both reach your highs, you felt cum gush down your legs. Your pants and his low grunts as you both orgasmed drowned out the noise of the water coming from the shower and fuck, it was your first time and it felt so good.

The moment you and Johnny came down from your highs, he helped you stand on your own feet. “Woah easy there, babe.” He chuckled as he stopped you from stumbling by gripping your waist gently and reaching for your towel w his free hand. The display of strength turned you on but you’d have to continue the second round in the morning. Your legs felt a little sore and numb from the sexcapade earlier but it was so amazing.

 “Well, you did this so now you have to carry me to the bed,” you said in between breaths as he dried you up and handed you your towel. Johnny loves treating you like you were his delicate angel and you were. It didn’t even bother to cross your mind why he was tremendously smitten he was for you because he made sure you knew it too through his actions, even the smallest ones. You love how you finally found someone who actually treats you like you’re the most precious gem in the world and he did just that.

“I love you so much angel,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips as he swept your feet off the ground carrying you bridal style to his bedroom, “I love you too daddy…so so much”, you replied, giving him doe eyes which he found incredibly adorable because he knows you’d be needy again in the coming hours or so.

Both of you were now settled in his bed, him just in his boxers and you wore his shirt to sleep. All cuddled up and bodies tangled with one another, you two weren’t inseparable and you felt safe in his bed than you ever did in your own for the past 19 years. He’s now your home and nothing could change that, his arms felt like your own safety net just for you. No one interrupting the world you’re creating with him in his bedroom and that was enough for you to know that he feels the same way too.

“You know, I love this,” he whispers in your ear as he tucks a strand of hair behind it. You couldn’t help but smile against his chest and look up at him.

“I do too, but what would my parents say?”, you said forlornly as your smile turned into a frown. Johnny sat up and shifted so he’d be in front of you and cupped your cheek and let out a sigh, “Babe, we’ll be fine, okay? If they don’t like the idea of you being with me, well, fuck them. I know you feel the same too but that’s okay. We don’t have to live by their rules y’know, and I’ll always be here.” He looked at you with his warm, loving, honey brown eyes, and as he said those words of reassurance, you felt a wave of calmness wash over your body, and tears were threatening to brim your eyes.

“You’re the best, you know that?’”, you chuckled through your voice that was now breaking due to your crying. Johnny took this as a chance to cuddle up next to you for the second time tonight and cheekily said, “Well, if it weren’t for the note I slipped into your hand that night, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He then wrapped his tattooed arms around you as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You would not trade anything in the world in exchange for the stolen and clandestine moments you shared with him. Johnny had you, and you had him, and although you thought love was constantly burning red, which of course it was, you always treasured the golden moments with him. He was your daylight, whether it was nighttime or not.

[nekomas-kuroo]

can i maybe request kuroo, tendou, and bokuto with an s/o that like. absolutely adores them? the kind of s/o that they catch staring at them adoringly, the one that remembers details about them even they can forget sometimes, the one who thrives off of affection?? i love these boys so much its unreal (* >ω

okay i adore kuroo i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve written for my boy

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kuroo tetsurou

kuroo’s an observant little shit and we love him for that

he always notices when you’re staring at him adoringly, and it’s totally not because he was doing the same thing to you

it’s a well known fact that kuroo’s basically always got an eye on you. he can’t really help it, he just also adores you so much

he loves it when you hug him because he can feel how much you actually care about him, and it makes his heart just feel so warm

boy is absolutely head over heels for you, but he’ll try to play it cool

when you remember some dumb detail about a chemistry fact he told you, be still his heart he might marry you on the spot

he loves how content you are with just his affection. it’s something entirely different from being clingy. it’s appreciating and loving his presence when he’s there, and since he’s busy being a captain and third year, he’s trying his best to pour all his love into those little moments too

you two never verbally acknowledge how much you adore him, it’s just something you both know. through actions and the little things you do to show your love for him, he knows. and it doesn’t go unappreciated

tendou satori

tendou’s a bit put off at first when he catches you staring at him. he’s had a rough time with bullying in his childhood, and he’s worried it’s related to that

but when you confess to him it’s because you actually just adore him and literally everything he does? boy is on cloud nine

not that he’s gonna admit to you how much that means to him though. “well of course you adore me! i’m miracle boy sa! to! ri!”

tendou’s constantly talking, but when you bring up something he randomly threw in a conversation a few weeks ago and ask him how it went, he’s so soft??? like he gets a bit quiet, and looks at you with soft eyes, and is literally like “you... you remembered that?”

you remember the little acts of affection that he likes, like when he’s stressed you’ll run your hands through his hair and massage his scalp

he literally forgot how much he loved that, but somehow you remembered

once he realizes how much you love his affection, it’s over for him. he’s consistently got his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder from behind you

literally had an entire conversation with the team like that once, and when someone finally asked him if he was gonna let go of you he was like “nope. i got lucky with this once. i’m never letting go”

bokuto koutarou

bokuto doesn’t really realize how much you adore him. cause honestly? he adores you just as much, if not more

it takes akaashi talking to him about it for him to realize

“y/n adores me? ME? are you sure????? someone that perfect adores ME?” “yes bokuto. do you not see how y/n looks at you? or remembers really dumb facts about you?” not like akaashi doesn’t do this when he has a list of bokuto’s weaknesses

bokuto literally approaches you with this newfound discovery the next time he sees you

“Y/N DO YOU ADORE ME?” “of course i do bokuto!! who wouldn’t?” he cries. he literally cries.

the excitement you both feel when you see each other for the first time in a while is adorable. you’ve been in classes and haven’t seen each other? congrats you will now both do that dramatic slow motion run into each other’s arms

kuroo sat in the bleachers with you once at a fukurodani game and saw how you looked at bokuto with so much admiration. the look in your eyes and the smile on your face when bokuto went for one of his insane spikes? indescribable

kuroo took a picture of it and sent it to bokuto after the game. it’s now bokuto’s lockscreen

[narukoibito]

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Am I Your Lockscreen?

Summary: Harry misplaces his phone.

AO3 | FF.net

Note: This took absolutely forever (months!), but here it finally is. Thanks for the ridiculous prompt Anon. This is complete, unadulterated fluff. It’s ridiculous, and I just can't. Haha, I hope you enjoy!

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Harry was in the middle of stifling a yawn when he heard the rumbling downstairs.

Must be Fred and George, he thought, stretching his arms over his head. He let them fall back on the cot, with a content, food coma induced sigh. He was thinking about taking a little kip when Ron stirred on the bed beside him.

“Sounds like Ginny’s home early,” Ron grumbled.

“Ginny’s home?” Harry perked up, only to cough self-consciously at the strange look Ron gave him. Right, best mate’s little sister, he reminded himself. Except she was so much more than that. As if on cue, he heard the tinkling of her laughter below.

“Oh, I guess that’s nice,” Harry said casually, leaning back into the cot and pretending to go back to napping.

After a moment, Harry sneaked a peek. Ron had returned to fiddling with his phone. Texting Hermione probably.

Good save, Potter.

Unable to stop himself, Harry reached into his pocket to protectively touch his phone. Only to come back empty-handed.

His eyes popped open.

He straightened and immediately began to pat the blankets around him, his hands searching with a growing franticness.

“Mate?” Ron asked.

“Have you seen my phone?” Harry looked under his pillow and the sheets, on the verge of panic. He always, always kept his phone with him, especially —

“Er, no?” Ron sat up, confused. “Let me call you.”

Harry waited with bated breath as Ron dialed his number. He glared at the rumpled sheets pooled around him, willing them to start ringing.

Finally, there came his tell-tale ring! Only it was…

Shite. Shite, shite, shite!

It had been a moment of weakness. At her last football game, he had snapped a photo right when she’d made the winning shot. Then, like the idiot he was, couldn’t resist saving it as his lockscreen.

“Harry?” He heard Ron’s cry of surprise behind him as he moved, wrenching open the door. He bolted down the stairs, taking two, then three steps at a time, racing toward the ringing.

Just as he rounded the corner to the kitchen, Harry saw Ginny. Even in the midst of his panic, he couldn’t stop the way his stomach swooped at the sight of her standing there in her football training kit, with her long hair tumbling over her shoulders, her freckled skin that glowed, her pale fingers that he longed to hold.

And then, as if in slow motion, he watched as those very fingers reached toward the dining room table.

Fuck.

“Whose phone—?”

“Argh!” Without thinking, Harry launched himself into the air. 

His fingers triumphantly curled over the phone.

Sweet relief coursed through him as an invisible audience cheered him in his head. Safe! He was safe!

Only of course his foot caught on something, and Harry went tumbling headfirst onto the floor. All those years of football training meant he automatically rolled, protecting his head, even as he crashed against the cupboards.

“Harry! Are you okay?”

He blinked away the spots in his eyes to see Ginny looking down at him, her brown eyes bright with concern. She leaned in, her face tantalizingly close.

“Fine. I’m fine,” he croaked, his face flooding with color and not only because he was upside down.

And he was fine, despite the spinning room, because Ginny was here, smiling down at him. The fluttering in his chest mixed with the squeeze of relief that she wasn’t looking down at him in disgust or, worse, pity at having uncovered his secret.

“I see you haven’t lost your flair for dramatics,” she said wryly.

“Constant vigilance,” Harry said, pleased when she laughed at the reference to that ridiculous counselor from that summer camp their parents had enrolled them in as teens. Counselor Moody used to do all sorts of mad things to scare them, like popping out of the bushes. Harry and Ginny used to catch each other’s eyes and laugh about it back when she was nothing more than his best mate’s little sister.

Harry’s eyes couldn’t help but wander from her face, only to flush and snap his eyes upward. She certainly wasn’t so little anymore.

“Let’s get you right-side up, and then maybe you can explain why you were pulling a Moody.”

His stomach curled into knots at her proximity as she helped him. He tried to think of something charming to say, which was hard when she was dusting him off and unintentionally sending goosebumps up his arm.

“I was testing your reflexes,” Harry blurted. “I’m still faster than you.”

“Oh, like that really counts when you suddenly shout and fling yourself at me.”

Why was it that the challenging look on Ginny’s face only made his heart skip a beat?

“Element of surprise.” He reached up to adjust his crooked glasses, something tickling in the back of his mind like he was forgetting something. Focusing was difficult with the intoxicating scent of flowers short-circuiting his brain.

“Well, for all your bluster…” With a mischievous glint in her eye, Ginny triumphantly raised his phone screen to his line of sight. “You still lose.”

Harry’s heart dropped to the floor. His eyes darted from the phone to her face and back again. He made a wild swipe for it, but Ginny was prepared.

“Whose call were you so eager to answer, hmm?” she taunted as she ducked into the family room.

“No, Ginny!” He followed her frantically, nearly knocking over a vase. “Come on, don’t—!”

“Not Cho, I hope?” She ran around the couch, strategically placing it between them. Her hand waved the phone tauntingly at him.

“No,” Harry said, slowly drawing nearer, adrenaline drumming in his ears. He frantically looked for an opening. “Cho and I aren’t a thing anymore.”

“Then it’s no problem if I check, is it?” Ginny turned the phone toward her, eyes slowing lowering — with his heart lodged in his throat, Harry lunged.

The two of them tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs.

Harry groaned at the sting from where his head had connected with the floor. Somehow, in the chaos, he had managed to be on the bottom, which was good because Ginny hadn’t felt the brunt of the fall. But as the pain began to recede, he was suddenly very much aware of the soft curves pressing into him, her legs tangled up with his. She moved, wiggling enough to make him yelp.

Oh God, was this it? The only time he would ever get this close?

How pathetic could he get?

“Harry?”

He winced and waited for her to punch him and call him a pervert or something. When it didn’t come, he dared to open a tentative eye. Ginny had lifted herself up, hovering above him, her fiery red hair a curtain around them. Unable to stop himself, he stared up at her, bewitched by her freckles up close, the growing flush on her cheeks that reminded him of a sunset.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Am I your lockscreen?”

Harry swallowed hard, his chest twisting painfully. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Her lips quirked upward. “Planned on keeping it a secret for life?”

“Worth a shot,” he said dryly, even though his pulse was racing. She was smiling — could that possibly mean…?

“Yes, well. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, what are you going to do about it?” Her eyes flashed.

His traitorous hand reached up, lightly brushing her hair back. As his fingers skimmed her cheeks, she released an unsteady breath that whispered against his face. Ginny, his best mate’s little sister, his brilliant friend who could kick his arse, who made him laugh until his cheeks hurt.

“Ginny,” he said, barely able to think over the hammering in his heart, trying to form the words he had been reciting endlessly ever since she and Dean split up. “Will you be my lockscreen?”

Wait. Did he just…?

Mortification surged inside him. Where was a hole to bury himself in when he needed it? He would never be able to show his face around the Weasleys again — how was he going to explain that to Ron? He’d go abroad, Scotland maybe, explore castles or woods, anywhere really, just somewhere far, far away.

A peal of laughter tore him from his runaway thoughts. Ginny gave him such a bright smile, it was hard to look at her straight on. She was leaning closer, her eyes blazing. “Only if you’ll be mine.”

“Fair is fair,” he said, holding her gaze for what seemed like an impossible time, the tension between them making his chest want to burst, and then suddenly they were kissing.

He had imagined this moment many times in the past few months since his feelings had all but clobbered him over the head when he and Ron bumped into Ginny and Dean snogging under the bleachers. He’d replaced Dean with himself, imagined his hands around her waist, his lips fused with hers.

But this — this was so much better than anything he could have imagined. All conscious thoughts were obliterated by a warm sunshine that effused his every nerve.

“Harry,” Ginny breathed heavily when they finally broke apart. The smile she was giving him made him smile what was surely the soppiest smile in existence. “That was…”

“Lockscreen worthy?” he asked like an idiot.

She chuckled, her body shifting against him, turning that sunshine inside him to molten heat. “Might need to double check.”

“Happy to oblige,” he said, as she leaned down and kissed him again. He ached to be closer, his hand tangling into her soft hair, and she pressed closer as if also driven by the same reckless desire. He was so lost in her, he only barely registered the distant noise that was getting closer.

“Where’d you go, Har— oh my God!” Ron’s cry pierced through Harry’s hazy brain. “Get off my sister!”

Fear spiked through Harry. He looked up at his best mate (who was hopefully still his best mate), who looked as if he had been clubbed on the head.

“He can’t get off me, I’m on him!” Ginny replied unhelpfully.

“Oh then… Get off my best mate!”

Ron grabbed her ankles and started pulling her off of Harry, but Ginny, in a fit of rebelliousness, clung onto Harry harder.

Over their bickering about “bro code” and “we don’t need your permission” and “took you both long enough, but no snogging in the family room,” Harry let his head fall back with a thunk against the floor.

Nevermind – Scotland it was.

[ohmymymymyy]

Bleachers - I Miss Those Days, Everybody Lost Somebody, Don’t Take the Money

“A reason I see myself in a million faces”

[rouiyan]

𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘖𝘍𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘐𝘌𝘓𝘋 [ 𝘭.𝘥𝘩 ]

synopsis: we’re all sprinting towards one thing or another. the players to the ball, mark to his class, and haechan right to you.

✧ soccer player!haechan x (fem.) reader + best friend!mark ✧ high school au, best friends to loverz, inspired by heather (conan gray)

✧ genres : some fluff, some angst, some pining what’s new ✧ word count : 2.3k ✧ disclaimer : swearing

✧ author’s note — wrote this in ap stats, probably should have been paying attention instead bc i can't figure out how to do the hw for the life of me.

"did you see y/n today?" 

haechan thinks, by the sound of the voice, that it's mark who's speaking. he pulls the rest of the sweatshirt past his head, "no, did you?" haechan's grabbing for his socks, he swears he stuffed them in the front pocket of his backpack. "that's why i'm asking, idiot. she told me she would be here today." a tongue of frustration juts out from haechan's mouth, he hopes it just looks like he's agitated about his missing socks and not the fact that you always tell mark those things, always mark and never him. 

haechan is out of the locker room in seconds, sneakers slipped on without socks. he's adjusting the hood of the sweatshirt, tucking his locks under the material, when he sees you lingering by the bleachers. you smile sheepishly when you see the boy coming from the locker rooms, "somehow, i thought it started at four and i thought i got here early but your coach told me you guys just finished." haechan can't help but laugh, so that's why you weren't here, "and we won, too. did he tell you that?"

he's by your side now, seated, though his feet are planted on the ground while yours are swinging back and forth, "he did tell me that, congratulations haechan, wish i could've seen you score today." haechan tucks a lip under his teeth, now's not the time for him to be so obvious, not when it's just you and him. he thinks that yet, his stares linger on you for a little longer than normal, his fingers are fiddling with the ridges of the bleachers, and his cheeks host the brightest hue of cherry red. 

"hey, y/n, where were you today?" haechan's nose scrunches at an emerging mark, he really thought he could have the moment with you. mark approaches and sits on the other side of you. captain mark lee, haechan notes with shrewd annoyance, is wearing your sweater, his favorite of yours, the one with the worn polyester fabric that's pilling all over but still holds warmth snuggly. the one that haechan's been wanting to wear since day one. 

mark swings his legs as well and haechan watches as you point it out, giggling now that mark is trying to swing in sync to your own pace. "wanna come over? my mom's been asking you to come over for dinner," marks eyes are on you, haechan can see that much, but he also misses the way your own eyes shift to himself. and what haechan doesn't see, mark does, and his lip twitches into a knowing smile, "haechan, you should come too, my mom misses you."

the boy himself is already in over his head and passing up the offer is the only way he sees to escape the despair that comes with being a third wheel, "no thanks, i have a shit ton of homework to do today." your hum in response is mixed with an undertone of a sigh, one that haechan is too sidetracked to notice. he takes his leave, "well, i'll see you two tomorrow i guess."

you and mark sit in silence for the minutes after his leave, mark sneaking small glances at your ever-changing expression, an open book to all your thoughts. "next time, y/n, next time." 

well shit, maybe mark wasn't as clueless as you pegged him to be. 

in agitation, mark shoves the last of his books into his backpack, class is about to start soon and if he doesn't get going now, well then he might as well give up his perfect attendance, no tardy record. haechan leans against the locker next to his own, a seemingly bored expression on display to hide the inner rumblings of his thoughts.

"so how was dinner last night, did you guys miss me?" haechan's trying to come off as nonchalant, he hates it when he has to pry just to satiate his curiosities. mark shuts his locker, swinging his backpack across one shoulder, "uh, dinner didn't happen and no, i didn't miss you but i bet y/n did." haechan's left in confusion on all fronts, "what do you mean it didn't happen? why would she miss me- wait, why did you not miss me?"

"well y/n said she was busy all of a sudden, something like that. as for-" the bells rings, signaling the end of passing period, and effectively cutting off the answers to all of haechan's worries. marks eyes widen and before he can even catch the boy by his arms, to shake and spill the words out of him, he's already sprinting down the emptying halls. 

haechan sighs. he should be sprinting too but he's already late, might as well walk. the campus grounds are vast and he decides to take a stroll outside, the much longer way to his physics class. haechan is passing a few classes on his left, all of them filled with the chatter of students before a teacher begins their lectures, but there's one class that catches his eye. the window into the ceramics class reveals a clear view of you, eyebrows furrowed and trying to shape a little figure on the table before you. you've told him many times before that ceramics was your least enjoyed of all your courses, that you had taken it simply because you needed an art credit and while that might've been the reason you'd signed up, haechan can tell by the way you handle the little mold of clay, that you had stayed for much different reasons.

he thinks to tease you of it later but it's then during lunch where he stops himself because before he even so much as reaches the table your group frequents, there you are, showing the little figurine to mark, eyes glistening with pride and joy. "i think i did quite well this time, i even got praised." as haechan comes close, he sees the clay figure in full clarity for what it is, an ambiguous sitting shape with a heart cradled in its lap, lumpy in certain spots but emanating in the care and thoughtfulness with which it was made. 

haechan slides into the seat across from you. "look," you sound softly to him, holding out the little figure in both your hands, "do you like it?" haechan swallows thickly when he looks up from your hands to your eyes, he sees the way they light up, he hopes. wordlessly, he nods, a small smiles tugs at his lips. he likes it, he really does so he questions, "what inspired you to make it?" it's in the way that you immediately eye mark, and the way that mark immediately hides his oncoming giggle, that haechan relinquishes his hopes.

mark walks you to class after your lunch break that day, he's a grade higher but a thousand times dumber, you think. "are you insane? why would you laugh at that specific moment?" in between small giggles, mark does his best to provide a reply, "you should've just told him that he was the one that inspired you." smacking his elbow, you purse your lips, "but then he'd know!"

the older boy stops walking for a second and you're five steps ahead when you notice. you turn. "what now, mark?" he holds a mischievous glint in his eyes, "he'd know what?" now his eyebrows are making little squiggly lines by his hairline and you take a few steps back to drag him by the arm. flushing, you whisper, figuring he already knew as much, "he'd know i like him."

if mark is considered your best friend and potential crush, then what about him? possibly also a best friend, though he could only hope you would talk to him a bit more, spend a bit more time with him, make more conversation with him during breaks. potential crush was for sure out of the picture right? the way you look at mark, the way you share you everything with mark, objects and secrets and everything in between, haechan isn't sure he can say the same for himself. he texts mark anyways. tell y/n ur busy, something bout soccer.

haechan's out the door a minute and a half before the bell rings, his teacher yelling at him to come back. he doesn't give a shit. mark always walks you home, he always does and haechan is so fucking fed up with it because he himself lives closer to you so why should he get to walk you home. 

he arrives at the door to your last class just as the bell signals the end of the school day. there's only enough time for three deep breaths, panting breaths, before the door to your classroom is propped open and students begin filing out. 

"y/n, over here!" he calls. your eyes widen at the sound of his voice and you turn to it, a smile already lifting the corners of your mouth. you're walking side by side with him, and haechan starts leading in the direction of your locker, despite needing to go to his own. "i can walk you home today." you turn your head to him, "what do you mean? i usually walk with-"

"mark, i know," he says it with a disclosed derision, "he's busy, had to go talk to coach or something, i don't know. but i can walk you, plus my house is just two streets down, remember?" he watches in anticipation as you retrieve your phone from your bag. his eyes do their best to peer over and he sees your lockscreen light with a notification from mark. "oh, yeah he said he's busy with soccer stuff." haechan's lip quirk in victory, his plan unfolding itself into perfection. 

"can we go to my locker first though? i need to get some stuff, and we're on the way." he nods as if it wasn't in his intention to head in this direction and for that reason. he merely disregards the need to go to his locker. who cares if he has to bring a whole ass chemistry textbook home if he gets to go home with you. 

it isn't until he's at your front steps that he musters up the courage. you're in the middle of keying in the pin numbers to your door pad when he speaks up, "hey y/n?" you give a hum in response, messing up the last two digits after hearing him voice your name. you abandon your attempts, turning to look at the questioning boy. "would you like to come watch my match next week?"

you take a step down so that you're two above from where he's standing, now the same height as him. frowning, "of course. i'm going to see you and mar-"

it seems that haechan really doesn't want to hear that name come from your mouth today because he interrupts you yet again, "yeah, but i'm asking if you'd want to come to watch me." your lips part and shut in search of what to say. haechan nudges a little further, "i want you to come watch me play, would you want to?"

you release a breath, biting down a smile, you manage a nod within all your flusteredness. your voice, a bare peep, "i want to," gives haechan all the courage he needs to grab one of your hands to give it a little squeeze before muttering a, "see you," and taking his leave. haechan's turning the corner out of your driveway when he sneaks a glance before the fence blocks his view of you. his heart hurls at the sight of you, still on your front steps, face buried in your hands. even from all the way here, the bright red flush of your cheeks can be seen through your fingers. 

no one knows why that one boy on the field is scoring goals left and right. no one knows except you and him. from the moment haechan saw you on the bleachers, the other team was done for. it isn't even about impressing you anymore, it's not about making you proud. it's not a crush, it's these stupid feelings that never go away, never fade with time, or any amount of effort, at least, not in the knowledge that you are equally his as he is yours. it's not a crush, it's the sickening feeling in his gut when he sees you with someone other than himself, with mark, when he sees that sweater on mark instead of himself. it's not a crush, it's the way he feels the need to be with you all the damn time, the lingering feelings from whenever you leave his side that tell him that moments spent without you would be so much better if you were just there. haechan moves on the field with full conviction that it's not just a crush, it's love.

and so as the last whistle of the game blows, their team securing the win with haechan's last goal, he runs, no sprints, straight off the field to where you're seated in the stands. he brushes past all the people with hushed apologies and it's only when he's right in front of you does he realize how frenzied he likely seemed. he doesn't mind for more than a second though, because you've stood up and laced your arms around his shoulders, fingers on the back of his neck. he embraces you back and the kiss he gives to your cheek is something that just feels so natural and close to home. his forehead is on yours when he asks, his voice a bare minimum, "y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

it isn't you that answers, rather it's a mark lee with a loud, "FUCK YEAH." 

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — hey anon babe who requested this. apologies for making it fem. reader, i know you didn't specify. if you would like me to reupload with gender neutral reader, then send an ask and i'll be more than happy to. ♡