#had the fattest crush on them the literal second I heard their voice

[deepseagraveyard]

This brush WILL turn your kids transgender!!!!!!!

[jealousmartini]

So I minishifted to my kpop idol dr last night and I'm loosing my mind

Lowkey still kinda freaking out about it because it's only just when the realisation settled in that I FUCKING SHIFTED. AND TWO OF MY FATTEST CRUSHES WERE STOOD RIGHT THERE. FUCK. OKay let me explain what happened before I IMPLODE!😆

So given how startled I was when I woke up in what i assume is my studio room? (It was a pretty cute studio and looked like it WOULD be mine🤭🤞🏾) I was only there for a good 2 minutes before freaking out and shifting back like the COWARD I AM, so I'll tell you everything that happened whilst I was there😁

Okay so first of all, I woke up in "my" studio right next to my group leader Mei and my other best friend on the other end and I was SO confused at the time because I was trying to figure out where I was. I didn't understand why I was in a different room but like at the same time it felt familiar.

But anyway, I felt so comfortable and warm and realised it was because I had a really soft blanket wrapped around my body, which I suspect was from one of my members?? Maybe?? and then Mei looked over at me and noticed I was awake, she was like "Youre finally awake Keesh" and rubbed my back so gently i could have fallen asleep right there and then again. It was like I got a taste of satisfaction for my touch starved self.

And GOSH her voice was so much more raspy than I thought it was going to be i was quite taken aback😭😭 and her face sculpted by Aphrodite herself kinda switched to a concerned expression when she saw me looking around the room frantically like I didn't know where I was, she asked me if everything was alright, and I couldn't even reply with my voice because I was so stunned so I nodded weakly with most unconvincing smile ever because I was still processing what the hell was going on.

Then suddenly, I heard like two worryingly familiar male voices coming close to the studio room we were in☹️☹️(internally i was like FUCK OFF I cant do this rn). My head literally snapped to the door when i heard it creek open and standing right there was the glorious man he is, Min Yoongi, leaning on the door frame (with long black hair btw) and the gorgeous man he is, Jimin, peaking his head through from behind the door😭😭 (I think i remember him being Blonde?). When I tell you my pulse picked up at a million miles per second. Seeing Yoongi and Jimin in the flesh is something else you guys. And to say Yoongi is intimidating is an UNDERSTATMENT☠️☠️ those two were so hot oh my GOD. I was lowkey panicking because I was NOT prepared to come face to face with AANYONE from my kpop dr nevermind BTS☠️☠️ even though i intended to shift there last night.

But anyway, i heard Yoongi ask my members ask if I was still asleep because my food was getting cold, and Mei said, "Oh yeah, yeah, she just woke up.." and Immediately placed my head back on the table and covered my face with the blanket, PRAYINGGG she'd think I fell back asleep WHICH SHE DID THANK GOD🙏🏾 and right before I woke up here I heard Jimin saying something like "you should wake her up before he eats it all??" He was giggling while he was saying that, too. And then I shifted back here.

OH AND LET ME NOT FORGET TO ADD, THIS ENTIRE DIALOGUE WAS IN KOREAN?? AND I UNDERSTOOD IT ALL.

This experience is actually one of my most scariest/exciting/crazy ones ever. Not even just because I shifted there, but because of what happened prior to the shift. Me and my best friend were yapping to each other about BTS, and we were talking about the signs we picked up on and then the realisation I came to. The moment me and my friend and I made this silly girl group as a joke, it seems that we created a butterfly effect in our reality. And now, whatever sign I get about BTS, "coincidentally," always links back to my girl group.

Anyway so yeah idk wether or not I want to shift back because LORD I CRAVE TO SEE THEM AGAIN but like I am so intimidated by Yoongi and even Jimin I might just freak out the next time I see them again😭😭 @livingmydreamlife5555 @samara444 @4ellieluv @theshifterbear

[jjk-anime-horray]

Fuck. The. Heat.

Daichi Sawamura x Reader (Requested by Anon)

One thing about being the assistant manager of Karasuno's volleyball team is that you had to deal with a lot of drama, however, when the boys were complaining about the heat they in fact weren't being dramatic. The heat today was an absolute bitch, and quite frankly the A.C. in the gym had broken-halfway through practice yesterday. So, everyone in the gym was currently sweating enough to parch a thirsty elephants thirst, and everyone was ungodly hot which was agitating because you were currently just as hot as they were.

But what made the situation even worse is that all of you decided to go to the beach that day to make up for the oven of a gymnasium all of you had to work in. And what was a better alternative than beach volleyball. Well the fact that you may have the fattest crush on the team captain in existence, and currently he was in front of you rallying with Tanaka and Asahi shirtless. It was getting harder by the minute to contain yourself, most specifically, all of your self control from flat out staring at the thick muscles of the captain. To make it worse, the only person in the whole wide world that knew about your crush was Sugawara.

One thing Sugawara was was kind, however, one thing that the silver haired boy wasn't was non-chaotic, and he was quite mischievous. You were quite accustomed to him teasing you about your love interest.

"Enjoying the view (Y/N)?" Snickeringly came from behind you, but you didn't have to look around to know who it was.

"Har Har." You quipped back agitatedly at the silver haired setter behind you.

"You know, you should just tell him you think he's hot instead of admiring from afar, because maybe he would give you a little tour of the merchandise. I'm sure he-Ouch that was uncalled for."

You had pinched his arm to get him to stop talking, and to stop teasing you. You knew that he maybe right, but it's also a lot easier said than done for the adventure of the heart. You both knew that.

"Was it really?" you say as you quirk an eyebrow upwards.

"No, it wasn't." He chuckled through smiling lips as his shoulders bounced up and down with the activity.

"Sugawara"

"Hmm?"

"You know you're an annoying little shit right?"

"Omg (Y/N) really? Just as I thought you were ready to be nice you decide to back stab me."

The moonlight colored boy put a cream colored hand over his chest, then dramatically flicked is soft fibers on his head, face , and neck to the side away from view in a theatric display of dislike.

"You wound me (Y/N) truly, do you know how stressful it is to look this good?"

"Suga you literally set yourself up for me to roast you more than you set a volleyball."

"Um rude, you don't have to be salty just because you can't get with your senpai."

The banter between the two of you quickly escalated into a full out verbal brawl, however, from the outside view it looked quite opposite to truth. Which caught the eyes and attention of the setter's teammates, temporarily halting their rally between them.

"Wow Suga's really going for it." Nudged Tanaka to his shorter friend Nishinoya.

"Yeah he is, good for him!" The shorter boy whisper yelled to his taller friend next to him.

His commentary didn't escape the ear shot of there captain however, and all of this new information caused the muscles on his upper jaw to tense from his dislike.

"Alright you guys lets take a break, we'll meet up in a little bit."

"Sweet!" The two boy voice in unison then quickly run off to see kioyko.

"Than little shit." Daichi grumbles to himself. Deciding that he's watched this scene unfold out long enough he decides to end his own suffering and end it himself.

Suga and you didn't even notice the large foot sets patting against the stand to in front of you until the both of you hear a deep informative clearing of the throat from there to look and find the large form of Daichi.

"Um (Y/N) can I steal you for a moment?"

At this point in time your brain was going haywire and numb at the same time from the sight of the young man in front of you. The beach shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his sculpted chest and abs that could rival Captain America himself in form. Quickly to not raise suspicion you snap yourself out of your daze and answer.

"Yeah of course give me a second." That second was used to situate yourself into a standing position, and sweep the sand off your butt. "Alright, lets go!"

Much to your surprise your wrist was quickly but gently taken into the volleyball players hand and you were swiftly pulled away from the setter to a new location away from the rest of the team. Leaving the setter with a proud smirk on his face.

Once you were out of everyone else's view the captain promptly let go of your limb then starter his conversation with you.

"Do you like Sugawara?"

"What?"

"You heard me, do you like Sugawara?"

"Ummm no. Why would you think that?"

"Because you were flirting with him, kinda loudly, and it made me jealous."

"I wasn't flirting with him, wait what?" That second notion that left his mouth completely left you by surprise, and it also let the male blush and rub the back of his neck with his irrationality.

"You were jealous of him?"

"Yeah because I like you, and I just didn't tell you before because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Me being the grade above you and all."

All of the sudden you couldn't contain yourself, more specifically your laughter, and you knew it was bad timing, but you just came to an important realization.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh my gosh, Suga set us up."

"He did what?"

"He set this up because he both knew we liked each other, and he purposely made you jealous."

"That's not true he-" He cut himself off and looked back on the occurence of events he knew about, and quite frankly how he recently told Sugawara about his desire to ask you out and his hesitation. Suga noting his lingering glances and touches heading in your direction. The smug look on his face when he left to talk to you. Daichi finally put all of the pieces together.

"Oh my god i'm going to fucking kill him."

[dekuscrybaby]

Could I request a super shy reader asking out Bakugou ? Scenario or hcs ! Whichever you like ! She’s like super nervous and just ends up going on a rant on why she likes him and asks him out and he just blushes and says yes . I hope that’s not too specific or something >.

y’all be giving me too much freedom, like tell me to choose one format over another and you will end up getting both because that’s just the type of clown that i am! also, i’ll kinda be loosely basing this on me because i’m pretty shy myself, but i’ll keep it as general as possible! also pls my friend, i have none so feel free to privately message me or we can chat through asks i don’t mind 😌 also, i think i went a little overboard with the “scenario” but i’m not all that sorry bc i love my feral bby but also the scenario is kinda booty so sorry about that

(ps this is literally bakugou as you confess/rant to him)

out of the billions of people you could’ve had a crush on, your heart probably chose the worst person

bakugou katsuki, a very angry gremlin if you please

and i’m not saying that bakugou is ugly or anything

it’s the complete opposite actually, hence why you have a crush on him

bakugou’s physical appearance is far from ugly, he’s hands-down one of prettiest boys in your class

that being said, his personality can be considered an acquired taste

as kaminari once said his personality is comparable to “flaming hot garbage”

but that didn’t stop you from liking blasty boy

your friends know about your crush bc it’s just obvious to them and pretty much everyone else (except bakugou)

you’re always asked “what is there to like about bakugou?”

well, what isn’t there to like?

his ash-blonde hair always looks so soft, you just want to run your fingers through it

his eyes are just so beautiful and you want nothing more than to stare into those ruby orbs for hours and hours

his physique is just so amazing and let’s not get you started on how bad you want his muscular arms to wrap around you

and his thighs? phew, please! is it getting hot in here or what?

answer: it is getting hot and by that i mean your face has lit up all shades of red

confessing to crushes is usually hard regardless of how confident a person is but it’s even harder for you because you’re the shyest person in class a

you’re so shy that you’re just known for your blushy cheeks which turn even redder when you’re in the presence of lord explosion murder

you probably even struggle to get a full sentence in when you’re “talking” to him

you guys know how izuku stutters right? well you’re worse than that

you just have the FATTEST crush on this blonde douchebag

so what do your friends do about this crush?

they do what all friends do for their introverted friends with a huge crush on a huge ass extrovert

put you on the spot

*insert your shy ass mentally screeching*

to be fair, you’ve been crushing on bakugou since like the beginning of the school year

something has to happen before your entire class just decides to scream at bakugou about your very clear crush on him

for the sake of a chaotic confession, i’m gonna say that you’re apart of the bakusquad with mina being your best friend

and mina being mina, she’s SICK of your shit and wants you to tell katsuki how you feel

so what does she do?

she shoves you into the janitor’s closet with bakugou

will not let you out until you spill everything

“hey! raccoon eyes! you better let us out before i fucking explode your ass!” bakugou growled as he pounded on the metal door, obviously he was caught off guard. he was just walking back to class with you and your guys’ friends before mina’s crazy-ass pulled you back and shoved you into a small room.

“not until y/n fesses up!” mina shouted back, pulling on the door handle with all her might. she’s doing this for you, it’ll only help you and bakugou, it’s a mantra mina keeps going over in her head. hopefully, a mantra that will prevent her from being killed by the furious blonde.

“what the hell do you mean fesses up?” the blonde bellows out, still pounding at the door.

as they’re screaming and cursing at each other, you have your face hidden away in the sleeves of your school jacket. your face is the reddest it’s ever been and your mind has never spilled this many thoughts until now. your brain is so overwhelmed that there is practically no filter between your brain and your mouth so at this point you’re babbling on endlessly.

it’s not very loud, probably only loud enough for it to be heard in the small room you’re currently in, but that’s where the problem lies.you’re babbling on and on about your huge crush while he is in the same cramped up room as you are. to make matters worse, you guys are completely alone.

“what do i do now? i’m completely alone with the hottest guy in not just the class but probably even school. is mina really not gonna let us out until i tell him i like him? i mean she can’t keep us in here for too long, right? of course not! class is bound to start soon and she has to go to class. plus she has to let us out before mr. aizawa comes to look for us or something. then again, me confessing can’t go that bad. i mean what’s the worst that can happen? well, if i do end up confessing, then there’s a high chance that bakugou might not even like me back and then everything will be super awkward. he prob-”

you probably would’ve continued to rant on if it weren’t for bakugou’s rough voice pulling you out of your verbal thoughts, “what the hell are you going on about?”

you snapped your head up in the direction of your voice, “huh?”

“you heard me, rosy-cheeks. what are you going on about?” he questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

“r-r-rosy-cheeks?” the new nickname just made even more blood rush onto your already blushed cheeks.

bakugou rolled his eyes a bit, “yes, rosy-cheeks. your cheeks are always red so it suits you.”

“oh! uh, thanks i guess?” you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, not knowing how to respond to the slight compliment you received from your crush.

a quiet snicker could be heard from the opposite side of the door and that ended up provoking bakugou’s short temper.

“fucking let us out, you used tampon!” he began to yell again. (i couldn’t think of any other nicknames)

“i said i wasn’t letting you out until ms. rosy-cheeks confesses!” mina retorts, matching the level of intensity of katsuki’s voice.

“huh? and what should she be confessing?”

“i don’t know, bakugou, maybe you should ask her instead!” now it was bakugou’s turn to snap his head towards you.

“spill, y/l/n.” he said, his voice much softer than it was a few seconds ago.

“w-what?” you stuttered.

“the faster you tell me whatever mina wants you to tell me, the faster we can get out of here,” he grumbled as you began twiddling with your fingers.

“i-i can’t.”

bakugou sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “what do you mean you can’t?”

“i just can’t, bakugou.” you whimpered quietly.

“y/n, class is going to start again in less than ten minutes and i don’t know about you, but i don’t want to be held up after class by aizawa.”

“i’d rather be held up later than tell you,” you wrapped your arms around yourself, fearing that you’d make him upset.

“goddamnit, y/n! just tell me! it can’t be that hard!” he raises his voice and ultimately, this causes something in you to snap.

“okay, okay! i like you, okay? i’ve liked you for so long that it’s actually embarrassing. it’s just that you’re so cute and something about you just has my heart beating out of my chest. i always feel short of breath and lightheaded when i’m around you and i can’t do anything about it. you’re also so so smart and im actually jealous.” you drew in a quick breath before continuing.

“sure, you might not have the best personality ever according to others but i still find your ‘garbage-like’ personality drawing me into you. do you know how many times people come up to me asking why the hell i like you? it’s quite a shocker for them to hear that i basically like everything about you.”

“i like your spiky blonde hair that is probably super soft. i like your eyes that are the most beautiful shade of red and i always find myself lost in them whenever i look into them for even the briefest moments. i like how passionate you are about your goals and i like how you give your all to reach them. you’re just so amazing and i always find myself wanting to confess to you, hoping that you might feel the same way. i would just absolutely love to call you my boyfriend, you know?”

you finally concluded your rant after what felt like an eternity and for some reason, you forgot about the situation at hand. once you realized that you actually said everything out loud, you felt your entire body heat up. this has to be a dream. or maybe someone used their quirk and caused you to say all of that. not missing a single beat, you glanced up at bakugou, only to find him the same position as you. cheeks and even ears, a bright red that could easily rival midoriya’s sneakers.

“i-i-i, uhh…”

“tch,” bakugou interrupted what could’ve started another rant. “you could’ve just said so earlier.”

“what?” you stared at him with a gaped expression as his cheeks heated up even more,

“i’m just saying, you would’ve said this earlier…then maybe i would’ve been your boyfriend already,” bakugou mumbled as one of his sweaty palms, cradled the back of his neck.

“a-are you serious?”

“do i look like a liar to you, rosy-cheeks?”

“well, uh, no?”

“damn right. now let’s get to class, i’m pretty sure raccoon eyes heard the entirety of your rant and if she reacted anything like me, then she should be satisfied.”

you were still too shocked to properly digest what just happened that you for some reason didn’t feel bakugou take your hand to lead you out of the janitor’s closet. after you walked out with him, you turned your head and noticed mina grinning at you, congratulating you on what was your new relationship with the boy you’ve been pining over for ages.

[redbeanboi]

same anon for mista and i love your hcs! 💖 is it ok if i ask again but this time with him pining after you for so long and just wants to be out with it and sweep you off your feet and call you his if thats alright?

AHHH!!! I love pining. And I think Mista would be such a sweet sweet doofus in love so I have fun imagining these kinds of things for him. I’m going to do a hybrid between a fanfic and an hc post, so expect like… a story, but in bullet form??? hopefully that makes sense (and hopefully this is ok!!). Here’s some Mista pining for the longest time ever… FT. the members of the Bucci gang (and Trish), who collectively decide to meddle a bit so you can just start going out already.

absolutel y LOVIng the enthusiasm for our italian marksman,,,, so if you like this ask for more Mista because writing him is actually really fun for me

also i purposely made my grammar and spelling and my voice and such very silly for this thing so please excuse that. i’m having some fun too

**mostly written from Mista’s POV**

wordcount: 3.0k

sO

it’s been a few years now that Giorno’s been the boss

and you joined the gang a couple years ago

haven’t really climbed up the ranks, but!! Bucciarati took notice of your good work and so did Giorno

so you were assigned to work with Bucci’s team

and you’ve been there for the past year and a half

and for the past year or so, mista has had the fattest crush on you

narancia and trish took an immediate liking to you when bruno introduced you

so they introduced you to mista

anyway it’s just

so easy to fall in love with you

you’ve got the heartiest and dorkiest laugh he’s ever heard and he loves it

face of an angel 

loves how you know when to crack a joke and when to get serious

beautiful lips!!! pretty and soft looking and he just wants to kiss you!!

ahem–

right

beautiful eyes!! he has no idea how many times he’s gotten lost in them, but he’s stared at them pretty often

very very intelligent, always seen with a book when the team has downtime

mista reads a lot too, but he’s been picking up more books now that he’s seen you read

that way he can do something together with you

sometimes you’ll recommend books to him

he THOUGHT he would hate the philosophy book you recommended to him

he hates philosophy and hates overthinking anything

but it turns out, the course of love was right up his alley like you suggested

and now mista is more convinced than ever that you’re his soulmate

he’s like

dead sure

100%

you’re perfect to him

sweet, funny, caring–the entire package

unfortunately guido’s convinced that you’re wayy out of his league

usually he’ll ask someone out regardless

the possibility of being shot down never scared him before

“ya win some ya lose some”

thaT used to be his mindset

but with you?!! no

he’s definitely not risking that

he’s already got something pretty good going on with you

doesn’t want to wreck the current relationship you have with each other

you’re friends and you have fun with each other

it’s basically perfect!!

except

mista obviously wants a little more than that

kisses and cuddles and maybe some other stuff too if you’re up to it

but what if you don’t want that??

and if he asks you out or tells you how he really feels

what happens???

if you say no, what’ll happen to your friendship after that??

god now he’s overthinking everything again!!

anyway it’s valentine’s day

and the entire team celebrates together because none of you have any plans

and you’re all just hanging around giorno’s big fancy house in the posillipo district of napoli

everyone’s just lounging around one of the sitting rooms when mista gets up and excuses himself to get a drink from the kitchen

Trish notices he’s been in the kitchen for way too long tho (and isolating yourself from the rest of the company is NOT party behavior)

so she goes there, sees Mista feeding the Sex Pistols a bunch of snacks and decides to take action

“Mista”

“mhm” Mista feeds number 5 another chip, looks up at trish and then goes back to feeding his babies again

final straw for trish

“oh look it’s y/n” trish points over his shoulder and mista immediaTELY scrambles around the counter and starts to stutter “I was just joking, calm down”

at least he’s snapped out of it

“don’t make jokes like that!!” mista huffs and smooths his sweater down before like, triple checking to make sure you’re not actually within earshot

“what’s the matter with you? you always get so jumpy when someone mentions y/n” she starts wagging her finger at him. “is it because you think y/n’s cute?? or is it because you have a crush on--”

“i don’t–i don’T have a crush on y/n!!” he starts digging around giorno’s fridge for a drink and just settles on cracking open a peroni

yes, mista

drink some beer

that will totally solve your problems

anyway he does like you

the thing is

he’s not sure if you like him back

and usually he’s ok with people knowing if he has a crush on someone

but now that it’s you he wants to keep it to himself

he’s always considered bucciarati, abbacchio, narancia, fugo, giorno and trish like family, but he’s not about to admit he has a crush on you

because he knows 100% that they’ll all tease him, 

((ok maybe not giorno so much, but guido definitely wouldn’t put it past the other five))

he’s just not about that lifestyle

especially because narancia and trish would definitely end up letting it slip to you

and he can’t have that

no sir

when someone even slightly suggests that what mista feels for you is more than just plain old friendship he just goes pffFFfffTT me? no. no crush. i don’t do dating. or crushing. too busy for that crap

but like

cmon

everYONE knows

it’s pretty damn obvious he has a crush on you

always being the first to volunteer to get paired up with you on missions

always the first to shoo away any creep who tries to flirt with you

also he definitely throws longing glances at you whenever you’re not looking

has stared at your lips

and bruno’s caught him doing that MORE than once

((seven times now, if you must know. bruno’s been counting))

“are you going to talk to y/n tonight?” trish asks, nudging him. “neither of you have said a word to each other” 

mista’s cheeks flare up immediately

now everyone knows you’re single

even mista

it’s the only reason why he’s letting himself daydream about you

but just the thought of asking you out makes him want to piss himself

he’s part of a gang, yes

he’s also part of bucciarati’s team

he’s been through life or death scenarios

he’s been at death’s doorstep more times than you can probably count

he has a place among these hardened criminals

but you just make him SO so nervous

he can’t look at you straight in the eye for more than three seconds before he starts blushing and looking away

and either you’re too dumb to notice or he’s just so so out of your radar that you ignore all his obvious feelings

“was wondering where you guys went” narancia came to get a drink too, cracks open a beer too and sits on the counter. “what’re we talking about”

“we’re talking about how much mista loves y/n”

“oh i love talking about that–wait” narancia coughs on his beer.

mista knows EXACTLY where this is going. “don’t–”

“you and–” narancia claps a hand over his mouth and starts laughing “i KNEW IT”

and soon enough everybody else (minus you) has joined them in the kitchen

everyone’s teasing mista about you (minus giorno, who’s just shaking his head), narancia’s making kissy noises

abbacchio keeps making these “just ask her out already, you idiot”

Bruno is saying “you’ll never know what happens if you don’t say anything, and we all know you want to say something–”

fugo is telling him “if you don’t take your shot now, you might not get your chance”

mista wants to SCREECH

“shut up! what if y/n hears you idiots”

and fugo goes “has anyone else noticed that thing that mista does, where he feeds y/n a bite of his food ALL the time, but he never does it with us unless we ask”

“or the one time mista took a bullet for y/n”

“or that one time he broke y/n’s umbrella so they’d HAVE to share his umbrella”

“it was broken, idiots! that’s why I shared mine”

“mmmmhm sure it was”

and fugo nudges mista a little too hard and mista spills beer on himself

“fuck you guys” and mista grumbles and shoves past them to go to the bathroom upstairs

everyone exchanges glances

giorno just jams his thumb into his temple and sighs. “how have they not gotten together yet?”

literally everyone in that room has actively tried to push you two together

none of it has worked, obviously

 you aren’t making a move

neither has mista

you two are adults but you’re acting like teenagers

except most teenagers prob would’ve acted on their feelings now

and just two minutes after, you stroll into the kitchen super grumpy

“why did everyone ditch me in the sitting room?”

“oh we were just talking about you” bruno hums and pops a biscotto into his mouth

“yeah? what about?”

“talking about how wimpy you and mist–MmmP” Abbacchio claps a hand over Narancia’s mouth before he finishes

“want anything to drink?” fugo asks. his eyes are darting around like crazy and you think its  s u s p i c i o u s !!!

“it’s alright I’ll get something later”

giorno wants to conduct a little experiment

mista doesn’t want to talk about his feelings for you

and you haven’t said anything really, but he has a feeling you’re not going to deny any of this 

“oh, there you are mista”

and immediately you just duck under the counter behind giorno and start fixing yourself–hair, shirt, EVERYTHING

giorno just stares at you

so do the others

god its official–you and mista were made for each other

“god help me,” abbacchio gives you a hand. “what’s up with you? slip on a wet patch or something?”

you glare at all of them. “Why the hell did you do that?” 

giorno smiles. you’re all pretty familiar with each other so cussing and acting a little friendly isn’t an issue.

but now bruno wants to go upstairs and dunk mista’s head into some water and tell him to just ask you out already

it’s so infuriating for them

everyone knows how much you like each other

everyone

everyone except you and mista anyway

and you’ve liked mista for almost the same amount of time he’s liked you

it’s not your fault!!!

Mista is beautiful

the most beautiful face in the world!!! and the body of a greek god

sculpted like some fancy statue

he’s sweet, can be very polite

does his job so well

smart

best, dreamiest smile you’ve ever seen

great taste in food

the best person to talk to–never too serious, but you always know he’s listening

always super super protective and considerate towards civilians and is TOTALLY against getting normal people wrapped up into their fights and work

and he’s so perfect

also not to be a pig, but you can definitely appreciate what a great ass he has

“you like mista, don’t you?” trish asks

you shrugged. “so what if I do? lots of people like mista”

“but you LIKE like him”

you’re not going to flat out deny it

otherwise giorno might take it as “oh y/n doesn’t want to be paired up with mista anymore for missions, so blah blah blah”

and nope, can’t have that

you can at least tell your new friends about your feelings

not that you’ll act out on them of course

and you’re shy about it still so you’re not going to even tHINK about telling mista

it’s fine you can just read books next to him forever

and then just watch when he finally finds someone he likes and goes out with them instead

ouch

speaking of mista

where is he

“so,… where’s mista?”

“he’s in the bathroom, but he’ll be coming down soon” fugo just points to the staircase

giorno just adds “i was thinking of taking us all out for dinner too”

so half an hour later you’re at libeccio

which is great, service and food are sublime

except you’re seated across the table from mista

and he’s not looking at you

so you just decide to talk to abbacchio and bruno since mista’s ignoring you

and mista gets a little nervous and sees how you’re talking away with abbacchio

and fair enough, abbacchio’s a great guy to talk to once he’s warmed up to you

and he’s smart and good looking

and mista’s convinced that maybe you’re just into older guys!! and bad boys!!

abbacchio’s got that aesthetic nailed down

mista starts wondering if he can pull it off

and he looks at abbacchio’s get up and gets pretty depressed

yeah, that’s not happening

you’d definitely make fun of him if you caught him dressing up like abbacchio

and he kinda stares into the bottle of mineral water on the table and spaces out

fuck this he’ll just pretend he’s on a date with you and zone everyone else out

and all of a sudden giorno looks at his watch and gets up from his seat

“I’m sorry, it looks like I’m going to have to leave early–I forgot about an appointment I was supposed to have”

mista looks confused

so do you

everyone else though is like “yeah that makes total sense giorno”

and you’re looking at them all like ??? “It’s night time”

and Bruno, the underboss gets up too

“I should probably go with you actually,”

and then Abbacchio quirks a brow…. and then a couple of seconds later sighs and adds “actually I think I have to go home and water some plants”

and you’re getting annoyed at this point “I thought you guys wanted to celebrate valentine’s day together!! I could’ve stayed home and watched movies or something tonight, jerks”

and then fugo leaves because he’s suddenly got some errands to do

and narancia and trish leave when they realize they’ve “suddenly got mani-pedi appointments” even though…. all the salons are closed at this hour

and you’re PISSED

mista stays behind though, and you’re actually really really happy about that

“thank god, at least I have you, right?”

and mista just laughs nervously

“yeah,,, I’m here for you”

and he WANTS TO SCREECH

but thankfully you just smile and clap your hands excitedly and lean over and share a menu with him

“ok !! let’s order some really expensive food and have them send the bill to the almighty ‘Don Giorno,’ huh???” and mista’s heart melts because

that is such a a brilliant idea

god you’re perfect

“yeah let’s do that,” and he just kinda basks in the proximity and lets himself get comfortable

and you both order some really tasty stuff!!!

affetati misti and burrata affumicata for appetizer (the pistols love it), risotto al pescatore and spaghetti alla carbonara for the first course, gamberoni alla griglia and filetto alla brace for the second course

and then you guys leave libeccio and find some gelateria

and you’re not really up for getting your own gelato because you’re so stuffed

but mista’s still a little hungry

and after that he offers to walk you home

the weather’s pretty nice anyway so you’re like “!! yes that sounds perfect”

and then halfway thru you ask if you can try some of his gelato and he’s like

“yeah,,, totally fine haha”

and he’s NOT screaming when you start helping yourself to his hazelnut gelato

and he kinda gestures at your mouth when some of it gets plastered to the corner of your lip

and you’re about to wipe it off yourself when he swipes his thumb around your lip

and he just kinda looks away and mutters “yeah, all good now”

the rest of the walk is super silent

so silent

not that either of you mind really

and then suddenly you’re at your apartment

and you’re about to say bye to mista

and it’s just you two and no one’s around and it’s Valentine’s Day so

why not give him a hug

so you lean in to give him a hug and mista’s like thinking ok this is happening and i am actually very fine with this

and he just kinda meets you halfway and hugs you

except he trips and all his weight kinda pushes you up against the door to you apartment

and it takes you a good minute to realize that

you’re kissing him

mista’s lips

your lips

and you wanted it to happen, yes but 

oh no now everything’s RUINED

and mista just scrambles away when he realizes what he’s done and bows his head

and all of a sudden he’s babbling a bunch of nonsense and he’s so nervous

oh god it’s ruined

everything’s ruined

and he’s just moving his hands around and talking way too fast

and he’s so so full of remorse

and he tries to like lay a hand on your shoulder or like hold your hand or something but you’re staring at him like he’s grown five EXTRA heads

and maybe they’re all very attractive heads because he swears you’re blinking and babbling and looking away bashfully

and it’s so cute but he fucked up

he fucked up real bad

this is all his fault

“oh god, i’m so sorry” and he’s speaking so quickly. “please don’t leave. or you can i guess, i messed up–”

and you’re really confused because??? you thought he like flinched away because he DIDN’T like you

“i don’t understand what you’re saying mista–”

“it’s fine ! don’t worry about me, just–” he’s like shaking his head because he already messed up by kissing you, he doesn’t want to say something stupid “please just tell me what you want me to do? I know I fucked up”

and you’re just staring at him and he wants to be swallowed up by the ground right about now

“do you want me to leave you alone? i can ask giorno to transfer you to another team or something, please just–”

“I didn’t mind it”

mista just stops talking and looks at you … what

“I… actually liked it”

and he’s blinking

this can’t be real

you’re way way wayy out of his league

does this mean

“this is probably the worst time to say it, but I like you”

mista’s silent now

and then you have to swat him in the shoulder

“I said that i like you, you idiot”

and mista just gets this cheesey smile on his face and starts repeating it “you like me?? really???”

“i said it twice now, mista” and you’re just standing in front of him, hands on your hips. “at least say something back or-or SOMETHING”

and he does

he says everything

he just lets it all out

he’s liked you ever since he met you

he thought you were pretty cool already at first

and then he just got the biggest crush on you the more he got to know you

and basically

“do you…. want to keep doing this?? dinner and stuff”

and you nod so much your head might fall of your shoulders

and yes

it’s official

guido mista is now your boyfriend

unreal

and 

when you guys come to work the next day and are chatting up a storm and mista just leans on you and has this big goofy grin on his face

everyone’s watching and noticing

and bruno just smiles and shakes his head 

and you’re just glowing!! and smiling ear to ear

abbacchio just goes

“took you guys long enough”

ok but

im so sorry this was long--

but i love mista he’s my son and i want him to be in LOVE!!!!

best boy in the world, point blank.

fr though guys, if you want more fic/hc hybrids like this

let me know…. this was actually really fun and like

super stress free,,,, no pressure at all,,,, just all fun and laughs!!!

sidenote: that book i linked, “the course of love” is actually a very good book…. and if you’re a total romantic or just love the idea of love… then I highly recommend that you read it. i know mista would love it.

[taestfully]

Firsts

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Words: 2,455

Warnings: light sexual situations, mentions of sex

Summary: Sex – the three letter word that practicality runs the world – is a topic yet to be discussed with you and your boyfriend, Taehyung.

Request: @lydiana1d said: Hey, could you make one where Tae is all sweet and he asks me if I want to have my first time and all that? Please 😁

A/N: Here’s your Tae imagine! I kind of got carried away with this lol hope that’s okay oops.

Sex.

Sex, sex, and sex.

It was just a simple three letter word. That was it. There was nothing special about the word, really. But why was everyone so obsessed with it?

It was literally everywhere you looked — commercials, magazines, music, and it was even woven into kid shows of all things — and you had to wonder what had driven this world into such a sexually charged frenzy.

Maybe if you had actually had sex you could’ve understood. But alas, there were no erotic and exhilarating romantic escapades in your life. You didn’t get fucked into the mattress every night until you saw stars. You never had the “Big O” that everyone was so crazed for. You were a complete and utter virgin.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t get sex, though. You had a sweet and loving boyfriend, Taehyung. He was everything you had wanted in a guy and more. There were moments you wondered if it all was just a dream, that you were in some other reality that would soon come crashing down. But Taehyung was real, and perfect, and yours. You were coming up on eight months with him and while that excited you, it also unnerved you. There was just one issue.

You and Taehyung had yet to have sex.

Yes, the two of you had never done the dirty deed, had never danced the devil’s tango, had never screwed, fucked, made love, or anything of the sort. That fact really shouldn’t have bothered you, but it did and you were getting more worried as time went on. You blamed your worry on the fact that you were the only virgin in your group of friends and that your friends loved to tease you about it.

You were with your friends one evening, sitting on the floor of your apartment. You all had one too many drinks that night and when there was an excessive amount of booze, things tended to get out of hand. Which also meant the topic of sex was bound to be brought up.

“Ugh, guys, you wouldn’t believe the time I had with my boyfriend the other night,” your friend, Nari, leant against the couch with her arms stretched lazily at either side of her, a gleaming smile on her lips. She usually ended up being the first to mention sex, always informing all of you about the newest news in her and her boyfriend’s sex life.

“Oh, please spill!” Jiyoo encouraged enthusiastically. Jiyoo was always too interested in Nari’s sex life, which threw you off a bit. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but she was probably the most experienced in all things sexual out of all you. It seemed as if Jiyoo lived for anything related to sex.

“Here we go,” sighed Seoyun as she took another swig of alcohol. The two of you shared a look.

“Okay, you won’t believe it, but I came eight times the other night,” Nari shared proudly, biting her lip like she was replaying the whole evening in her head. Jiyoo cooed, Seoyun scoffed, and you looked at Nari quizzically. “It was the most I’ve ever came in one night.”

“Isn’t that a bit excessive, Nari?” Seoyun questioned, a smirk on her lips. “Seems like a lie to me.” Seoyun was always somewhat of a doubter of Nari’s sex tales. She had revealed a few of her sex stories, but after her horrible break up with her boyfriend of three years, she stopped talking about anything to do with romance. She had tried a few one night stands, but those were more Jiyoo’s thing.

“Oh, it’s totally possible.” Jiyoo giggled, brushing off hair that had fallen over her shoulder. “I’ve came several times in one night before. You just got to be with someone who knows what they’re doing, is all. But damn, Nari, eight times? Your boyfriend is an animal.”

Nari chuckled. “He is and sometimes I wonder where he gets his drive from. Like, I’ve never met someone with such passion before, you know?” She sighed happily before looking your way. “Speaking of boyfriends, how are things with Taehyung, (y/n)?”

“Oh, they’re great, actually.” You smiled at the mention of Taehyung. “We’re going on eight months together now.”

“Aw, how precious!” cooed Jiyoo, her lips puckered out. “You guys are so cute.”

“I can’t believe it’s been eight months. I remember back when (y/n) was too nervous to talk to him during our world history class.” Nari giggled as she retold the memory of when you had the fattest crush on Taehyung, the cute boy in your world history class that sat right in front of you.

“It took her getting drunk of her ass to finally tell him how she felt.” Seoyun laughed when you shot her a look. “Good thing he was sober or he may not have remembered anything.”

“You guys know I need a little liquid courage to get me out of my shell,” you reminded them. You remember that evening vividly despite being drunk during most of it. You and Taehyung were picked to go into the closet to play seven minutes in heaven while at a frat party. The two of you were extremely awkward and you downed two tequila shots before going into the closet to dissolve your nerves. You were never a heavyweight, so two tequila shots later and you were spilling your guts to Taehyung while stuck in a dark closet. Nothing physical happened between you, but the two of you walked out holding hands afterwards. Taehyung asked you out on a proper date when he saw you the next day in class.

“Maybe if you’d had a little more of that liquid courage things could’ve gone a little bit further in that closet.” Jiyoo winked at you, a smirk on her pretty lips. Nari and Seoyun giggled.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m pretty sure nothing would’ve happened. He was completely sober. Tae wouldn’t have done anything with me while I was drunk. He’s not a dick.”

“But he has one, and you need to get to it,” Nari demanded. “Eight months, darling. You need to pick up the pace.”

Jiyoo nodded. “I bet you’re just dying for sex, right? I remember when I lost my virginity. Definitely don’t miss my virgin days. Now I can’t imagine not having sex.”

“Dramatic, much?” Seoyun rolled her eyes at Jiyoo’s antics. “Sex is great and all, but make sure you’re ready for it,” she said, the constant voice of reason amongst the group.

“I am,” you said, half sure. “I think…”

“Well get to it!” Nari urged, clapping her hands together.

“It’s not like I haven’t wanted to try, but…I just don’t know how to bring it up. I mean, the furthest Tae and I have gone is making out and anytime things start to get heated, things get…awkward.”

“Aw, first times are always awkward,” Jiyoo replied. “You’ll get through the awkwardness, though.”

“Okay, (y/n), you’ve got this. Just get in there and do it!” Nari patted your shoulder. “Or do him, rather.”

You sighed.

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You were a bucket of nerves the next time you saw your boyfriend.

It was the usual Friday night — a night out for dinner with Taehyung. It wasn’t anything that should’ve made you nervous, but all you could think of was what could possibly happen afterwards when the two of you returned back to your apartment.

You wanted him bad and you were trying to build up every ounce of courage to tell him so. Tonight, you yearned to take that next step with him. You desired for nothing more than to feel his skin on yours and the thought of having him was making your body feel hot.

You heard a knock at your door, the sound of it opening following a few seconds later. “(Y/n?)” Taehyung’s voice rang out through the apartment. Your heart skipped as you ran your fingers through your hair before walking out of your bedroom to meet him. His face lit up when he saw you.

“Hey,” you greeted, trying to hide your nerves with a sweet smile. You didn’t know what it was, but Taehyung looked incredible and the smile he was giving you had breath catching in your throat.

“You look amazing.” Taehyung rested a hand on your side as he leant forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was just a simple kiss, something the two of you had shared multiple times before, yet you felt the desire burn in the pit of your belly. You needed him right then and you began to wonder if you should’ve just shoved him onto your couch instead of going out.

It took you a monent to respond. You saw the way Taehyung quirked an eyebrow at you. “Thanks,” you smiled. “Ready to go?”

Taehyung nodded and took your hand to lead you out the door.

The ride in his car was what could’ve only been described as awkward, at least to you. You sat in the passenger seat, legs closed tight and fingers interlocked on your lap. Your thoughts were running wild and Taehyung was at the center of them all. God, you were losing your mind.

“You’re so quiet tonight,” Taehyung said, breaking the silence. He took a hand from the steering wheel to rest it on your knee...a completely innocent gesture....yet you felt like you had just been set aflame. Did he know the effect he had on you? “Something wrong?”

“Uh, nope, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, smiling to make it more convincing. You made the mistake of looking at him, his eyes on the road ahead. The view of his profile, set in a focused expression, with one hand on the wheel while the other rested on your knee was a sight that had you inwardly screaming.

You wondered if he wanted you like you wanted him.

If he didn’t believe your lie he didn’t say it. Instead, he kept his hand on your knee as he drove the rest of the way to the restaurant. Taehyung had told you he was taking you to a special place tonight, but the sight of the restaurant still had you speechless. It was the place he took you on your first date. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Felt like going down memory lane tonight,” he told you.

You giggled. “How sweet of you.” You wanted to ask him why. You wanted to know what this meant. Your mind was trying to convince you it was because he had something up his sleeve and you were hoping with every fiber of your being that it had something to do with taking you home to finally make love to you for the first time.

Taehyung took you in, the two of you going straight to a table due to him setting prior reservations. “Feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been here.”

“Almost eight months,” you replied.

Taehyung grinned softly, his hand finding its way back to your knee. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

You stared into his dark eyes and you wanted to get lost in them, in him. You wanted to close the gap between you and kiss him, tell him with your body all the things you’ve been dying to say. But you were in public and you had to restrain yourself.

However, restraining yourself became hard to as the night went on due to Taehyung’s wandering hand.

His hand started out at your knee, innocent and still before inching its way down to the hem of your skirt. His fingers played along the skin there and with each passing moment you didn’t know how much more you could’ve taken. You were on the verge of going inane, yet Taehyung seemed nonchalant.

His fingers delved under your skirt and were on course for your panty line until the waiter came to the table. His fingers retracted immediately and it was all you could do to suppress a whine. A soft pink hue painted his cheeks as he dismissed the waiter.

You grabbed his wrist, making him look at you. “I think we should go.”

For the first time that evening there was desire pooling in his eyes. Taehyung smirked. “I think so too.”

It was like a sense of urgency came over the two of you during the car ride back to your apartment. Taehyung zoomed down the streets, one hand on the wheel and one on you. You couldn’t help but feel exhilarated at what was to come once you arrived home. You were finally going to have sex with your boyfriend. You were finally going to get to experience the thing the entire world was obsessed with. It took you mere seconds to exit the car and reconnect with him. Your lips met in a messy clash, his hands attaching firmly to your hips.

You guided him up the flight of steps to your door, somehow walking backwards up them, not wanting to lose contact with Taehyung. When you arrived to your doorway, Taehyung pushed you against it, lips traveling down your jawline and down your neck. You moaned and arched your back to press your body closer to his. “Tae,” you whispered breathily.

Taehyung made his way back to your lips. “I want you, (y/n).” His voice was husky from lust and it had heat pooling between your legs.

“I want you too,” was all you said back to him as you turned the knob on your door. The door opened wide due to the weight of your bodies against, sending the two of you unceremoniously to the floor. The ground was harsh against your back and felt the air leave you when Taehyung fell on you. You coughed.

Taehyung chuckled as he sat up, looking down at you. “Are you okay? That was quite a fall.”

You nodded, coughing again. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good.”

You sighed as your rubbed your face. “Why does this always happen?” you asked yourself more than you asked him.

“What?”

“This,” you breathed. “Every time we try to go forward, something awkward happens.”

Taehyung chuckled at your pout, leaning down to kiss you. “First times are always awkward. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. I want this. I want you. I’m so ready.”

You smiled, happy. “I’m glad because I want you too.” The two of you smiled at each other for a moment before Taehyung began to lift off from the ground, a hand outstretched to you.

“Now let’s get off the floor, shall we?” You allowed him to pull you up and take you to your room where the two of you spend a wonderful evening together.

Masterlist

[caliboyjaeffrey]

Jacket Hugs (Leo x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) This is an uber fluffy one-shot for my beloved Leo anon, @a-glass-maiden! Taekwoon’s literally a dream, bless his beautiful little soul.

Walking to class among the same old buildings you saw everyday week, the snow fell quietly despite the many loud exclamations and gleeful screams of the students around you. You shouldered your backpack more securely, shivering slightly as you saw you breath escape your lips and melt into the air. You should've worn a bigger jacket today.

Tugging the sleeves of your woolen sweater down to cover your frosty fingers, you hurried along past a group of boys in your grade who were always up to no good. Despite their infamous reputation, they were still the friends you'd had grown up with since your early school days. It was sad to say you were more comfortable with their rambunctiousness than with the other girls in your class you tried to befriend. It was also a tragedy that you were nothing more than 'one of the guys,' or so that's how you cynically looked at it. Seeing as you were running a little behind on your way to class, you tried to scoot past the six guys without notifying them of your presence.

You saw the faded blue door to the building your next class was in, speeding up slightly to grasp the handle before a shoulder knocked it out of your grip, slamming the metal door effectively shut with a bang. "_________, weren't you even going to say 'hey'?"

You glanced up and saw the slightly babyish face of Hyuk, who, despite his obnoxiously large frame and height, was an underclass man to you. He wore a smirk on his face, like he knew he was holding you up from the nervous way you nibbled your bottom lip, "Well?"

"Uh, hey...?," you offered uncertainly, fingers still holding the silver of the handle as you tried to tug it open again. Hyuk's weight was completely thrown against the door though, leaving you trapped outside in the cold until he tormented you to his satisfaction. You felt goosebumps race up your legs, making you shift on your feet at the sudden chill. If you didn't die from being late to your class, you would certainly freeze to an early grave out here with the way your friend was teasing you. Sighing, you looked up at him with big tired eyes, hoping to charm him in some manner. "Please, Hyuk?"

He smiled pleasantly, rolling his eyes in a resigned manner, "Fine, go ahead." He leaned off of the door, allowing you to open it with a smirk before he slammed his shoulder back against it a moment later. "Ha, psyche."

"Hyuk!" You cried out in exasperation smacking his broad shoulders with a tiny fist, about this close to give him an earful when a more quiet, controlled voice was heard over your shoulder, making you spin around to see the source.

"Sanghyuk, let her go."

Taekwoon stood casually with his hands stuffed into his uniform pockets, dark eyes level and almost hidden by a curtain of silky dark hair. You felt your heart throb expectantly in your chest, making your cheeks flush, hoping it looked like you were simply cold. Ever since you could remember, maybe all the way back to preschool, you'd had the fattest crush on Taekwoon. He was your senior by a grade, but since you were especially gifted in writing and literature, you were put into accelerated classes taken by upper classmen. The next class you were going to was actually the one you had with Taekwoon.

"Stop trying to act all high and mighty, Taekwoon," Hyuk groaned, but reluctantly gifted control of the door back to you as he held it open. You stepped through gingerly, hoping Hyuk wouldn't slam it in your face when you stood in the threshold. Turning back again, you smiled in thanks to Taekwoon, a blushy silent gratitude that made a rare upturn of his lips appear.

You hurried away, grinning to yourself like a fool as you pulled your skirt down happily to adjust it. He just seemed too cool for someone nerdy like you, and it made you giddy when he made conversation or did little things like that. Besides that, girls all over the school, in all grades, pined after him like a pack of lovesick puppies. While you were hardly better than them in that aspect, at least you didn't stalk his locker or watch him from across the classroom at lunch. Despite all of this, you knew you were still nothing but a good friend and maybe even a little sister to him, stuck in the purgatory that was the friend zone.

The bell rang just as you scurried into your class, eyes cast down respectively as you felt the same old stares from the upper classmen. You were like some strange anomaly, their junior by over a year and yet here you were, top of the entire class. Some of them even occasionally asked you for help on homework or wanted to study together, it made you flush with pride. Others made it their life's work to torment you as much as they possibly could, teasing you out of obvious jealousy. You didn't really mind that much either, you weren't one to take insults to heart at all.

A few seconds later, Taekwoon walked casually in at his usual ambling pace, long legs striding gracefully as he took his usual seat next to you, your spine stiffening as he sat down. The teacher didn't seem to mind that he came in late, Taekwoon just seemed to get away with a lot of things just by being himself and it always blew your mind. Must be nice being perfect and beautiful, you mused sarcastically as roll was taken with names being called out, you watched the dark haired boy pull out his notebook and pencil, so hypnotized by his deliberate movements that you missed your name being called.

"_________!" Your teacher called out sharply, clicking the pen on the lectern impatiently.

"H-here!" You answered hurriedly, cheeks turning red as several people snickered. You sunk down in your seat in embarrassment, feeling your leg accidentally brush Taekwoon's. You flinched and put a respectable distance between your bodies, but the older boy hardly moved a muscle, his eyebrow raising in question as you smiled dismissively. The rest of class seemed to drone on and on, making you sink into a kind of note taking trance before the teacher once again snapped you from it. 

"Alright class, pair up with the person next to you. I want good, appropriate discussion on this chapter of the book, understand?"

All the students nodded in accord, already whispering with smirks among themselves at the sexual nature of the chapter they had just read. You swallowed before turning to Taekwoon, who was rereading a particular passage diligently with his ebony shaded eyes. You allowed him to finish, scanning your own book but not really reading as you watched his tongue dart to wet his soft pink lips. You held your breath at the gesture, blinking your doe eyes as he glanced up at you, his voice soft, "So, what do you make of all of this?"

You blushed, fidgeting with the pages of your own copy of the book, "Well, that's...a really good question." You said lamely, wanting nothing more than for a dark chasm to open up under your chair and swallow you into the abyss. 'That's a good question?' Really?

To your surprise, Leo let out a short laugh, covering his mouth shyly with his hand, his eyes were the only indication he was truly amused as he glanced over at you. He stifled his chuckle with a cough, turning his broad shoulders toward you as he casually moved his hand to rest neatly on the back of your chair. His tone was challenging, a playful smirk on his lips, "Then, can you give me a good answer?"

"O-oh, well. I thought that the author wrote the explicitness of each detail in this chapter  because they wished to evoke almost an uncomfortable feeling from the reader, like they're watching something they shouldn't," you explained thoroughly while flopping your hands to emphasize your words, a strange little habit of yours. Taekwoon nodded along, his eyes thoughtful as he listened attentively. You really appreciated that aspect of him.

Wait.

You stopped mid-sentence, eye brows jumping up like they wanted to escape your forehead completely. Was he flirting with you? Your brain scrambled for excuses and all of them led to a scenario that made little to no sense at all. Maybe your heart was playing tricks, fooling your brain? But in the end it seemed too real to be made up.

"_________...?," Taekwoon murmured with a small smile, flicking your forehead gently until you blinked owlishly in recognition.

"Sorry! I'm just really...out of it today," you mumbled lamely, fiddling with your mechanical pencil as you let your paperback book spring close. You sometimes completely loathed the affect he had on you, making you jumble your words, sweat profusely, and blink five times more than abnormal person. 

"Do you want to talk about it later?" He asked gently, smile dropping slightly into a more worried curve. "Or we can just have lunch together?" You noticed him chew on his bottom lip worriedly, a quirk you only noticed when he was taking a test. What was he so concerned about? Certainly not you, that's for sure; he was only being a nice friend.

"I'd love that," you said quickly, too quickly. You retracted the eagerness in your voice slightly by rearranging your words. "I mean, I'd like that a lot!" Nice job, doofus, you groaned internally. 

"Cool," Taekwoon nodded, reverting back to his much calmer demeanor, looking much more sure of himself again as he pointed out another passage to you. The rest of class trudged on in a relatively normal fashion, though you didn't want the close proximity between you and Taekwoon to end. At least you would get to have lunch with him though, you thought to yourself while you packed up your things. The older boy was already ready to go, his dark eyes hidden under the mysterious curtain of hair that seemed to always obscure them.

Taekwoon certainly seemed set on going somewhere as he barely waited for you and your much shorter stride. He had an aura of impatience, and if he had ears like a cat, they'd be swiveling this way and that as if on alert for some unforeseen force. Said force was quick to reveal itself in the tall forms of your friends Hyuk and Wonshik, making Taekwoon suddenly tense and spring into action.

In the middle of the busy hallway, he grabbed your hand, tugging you swiftly into his chest as he squeezed into a small alcove next to a trash bin. If anyone happened to glance in your direction, it would appear like a boy fiercely set on having some alone time with his girl. You blushed at your closeness, holding your breath to prevent your breasts from brushing against his chest with each inhale and exhale. It was literally impossible though because Taekwoon stepped closer when Hyuk and Wonshik passed by your position. His forearm caged you against the wall as he leaned in, obscuring both of your faces so the two rambunctious underclassmen wouldn't recognize you, for what reason that was, you didn't know.

You raised your eyebrows in question at Taekwoon, who to your surprise, was blushing the deepest shade of red. That's when you became hyper aware of all the parts on your body that were pressed to his. His broad chest was smooshed against you, a thigh pressing deep between yours that, with the slightest of movements, made you see stars. His face was so close that if you tilted your head just so, your lips would collide and your world would collapse. A braver part of you, deep down inside, kept whispering to just do it, just make that one small move. But before you could make up your mind, Taekwoon extricated himself from the alcove, careful of you as he moved back into the now much quieter hallway. He patted the front of his uniform slacks down, trying to appear much calmer than you knew he was, "That was close, shall we go?"

You nodded quietly, unsure as to how you now felt about this whole situation. You knew Taekwoon probably wanted to avoid the terrors that were Hyuk and Wonshik for both of your sake, but did he really have to do all of that? You just didn't know as you found yourself outside in the chilly cold, the older boy leading you over to a park bench secluded by a few snowy trees that provided cover from prying eyes. You'd never even knew that this spot on campus existed until now, and you made sure to remind yourself to use it next time you were being harassed by Hyuk and your other goofball friends. 

"This is so amazing, Taekwoon," you murmured as you pulled out your lunch, dazzled by the icy crystals that froze to the evergreen bushes beside you. "I know," he said a little smugly, a small smile on his face as he watched you cutely touch a tiny icicle with your pinky. "Feel free to use it whenever you want, it's not like I own it. No one just ever knows it's here." He felt the warmth of pride from how impressed you were by such a simple thing as a quiet place to have lunch or study, but he also realized how badly he was rambling. Luckily, you didn't seem to notice as he let out a subtle sigh to relieve the tension in his shoulders.

You nibbled on your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, watching as the snow littered Taekwoon's black hair with little white flakes, "I will! I bet it's even prettier here in the spring though." The thought of a much warmer time made you shiver, and Taekwoon was quick to notice that. 

"Hey, are you cold? We can go inside if you want, I didn't even notice you didn't have a jacket." He offered quietly, already tucking away his own lunch into his bag until you grabbed his hand panicked, shocking both him and yourself as you stared at your joined hands.

"Wait, no! I want to stay here for just a little longer, I'm not that cold," you lied, putting on a brave face for him even though your poor fingers and toes were probably going through the first stages of frost bite. You just liked spending this intimate alone time with Taekwoon to give it up so soon.

You saw him shiver from where your icy hand grasped his, retracting it sheepishly before he grabbed it again much to your surprise. "You're hands are going to freeze off if we don't, _________," Taekwoon said worriedly before cupping your hand between his and bringing it up to his lips, blowing his warm air on your frosty fingertips.

You felt your cheeks warm from the sensation, watching as his eyes slid close in concentration as he blew waves of hot air on your hand. He didn't make a move to let go of your hand anytime soon, opting to hold it from across the table. He didn't seem fazed by what he was doing, in fact, he looked right about as pleased as can be. You smiled sweetly to yourself, enjoying the feeling of how just holding his hand and sitting in such a mundane place made everything so much more magical. Not much was said between the two of you, but a lot more was said than words could describe through stolen glances and blushing smiles. Could you and Taekwoon really be just friends after all of this? It seemed like a silly question, but you'd never seen this much emotion from Taekwoon since he was a hyperactive toddler.

As the lunch hour ended and you both prepared to head to different classes, you couldn't help feeling sad. Walking back to the building, Taekwoon noticed the sudden drop in your mood, but his hands stuffed deep inside his goose feather jacket gave him an idea. 

"__________," he called your name, quiet as can be. You had been walking ahead of him and tracing the snow prints of countless students before turning back to him, trying to look as disappointed as you felt.

"Hm?"

"Come here," he said, gesturing you closer with a gentle jerk of his head, he had the smallest of smirks and it made you suspicious of him.

Shuffling closer, you weren't ready for the full fledged attack of being enveloped completely into his jacket, pressed securely against him. You squeaked in surprise, face buried shyly into the crook of his neck as the heat from his body radiated into your chilled bones. He rocked your bodies softly from side to side, almost waiting for the moment when you decided to wrap your arms around him from the inside of his jacket before stopping his movements. You heard him sigh contently before nuzzling into the side of your head, his eyes closed peacefully as you felt his heart beat knock against his ribs and into yours.

"Taekwoon...?," you asked softly, inhaling the comforting scent of clean laundry and his home smell that made you want to snuggle close to him for the rest of winter.

"Hm?"

"Can we stay like this for a while longer?" 

"Yeah," he murmured gently into your hair, his arms tightening around you as the snow continued to fall silently to the earth. Taekwoon thought to himself how easy everything seemed right now, how peaceful you looked buried into his winter coat. Seeing that, Taekwoon realized that soon that would be his world fit snugly inside of his arms.

You just didn't know it yet.