#n then talking w one of my friends earlier? funny i always sorta knew them pre-pandemic but we weren't rlly like yk friends but

[noxtivagus]

today was fun :>

[h0rnyshakespeare]

Hiiii I'm a BNHA fan too currently a huge hawks fan

I have a request for a oneshot

Could you do a hawks xreader a high school life and hawks could be a senior and the reader a junior and the juniors confession maybe ?? Tell me what you think about it

Thank you so much ❤

“His”

Pairing: Hawks (Keigo Takami) x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Minor swearing

A/N: Thanks for requesting! This was fun to write :) A reminder that my requests are open! Also, I wrote this as gn!reader but please feel free to let me know if you feel anywhere implies otherwise<3

“Takami-senpai!” you called out, seeing him from afar. He turned to see you running towards him. “Heya baby bird, how was your day so far?” he said, grinning. You huffed. “Don’t call me that. Also, it’s going terribly. Not even half the day is gone, and I already have tons of homework to do,” you scrunched your face in annoyance. Keigo chuckled. “Ah, well, at least it’s break right now. Were you gonna go get something to eat?” “Drink, actually, been craving some chocolate milk,” you answered.

Keigo Takami. The cause of all your problematic feelings. 

Only a year older than you, the two of you met on the first day of high school when you were running late to class. You had asked the older student whether he knew where your class was, and all he did was smirk at you. “I don’t know, you should’ve come earlier if you weren’t sure about your class sweetheart.” “Annoying bitch,” you had thought to yourself. “Fine, I’ll figure it out myself,” you muttered and turned around. “Interesting…” you heard him say but did not have the time to figure out what he meant or even respond as you really needed to get to class.

After that day, he started talking to you. In the beginning, you only conversed with him out of politeness, but soon you found yourself taking a liking to his personality and you two became friends. It made no sense to you at first, why would someone like him waste time on someone like me? But as time went by, you enjoyed hanging out with him even more, and recently found out about your more-than-just-friendship feelings towards him. Did you tell him about them? Of course not. It was the cliché “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship if he doesn’t like me back” sorta thing. Anyway, judging by how popular Keigo was, you would not have been surprised if he had a secret girlfriend or something. All the self-doubt you felt about yourself did not help either.

“Whatcha thinking about so hard, sweetheart?” he asked as you popped your money into the vending machine. You shrugged. “Was I? It’s nothing too important.” Keigo frowned. “Ok, but you sure? If you need anything, you can always ask your senpai.” “Cringe,” you mocked in response, taking the milk carton which dropped out of the machine. “Hey! You’re the one that calls me that, baby bird,” he grinned. “That was supposed to be payback for ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby bird’, goddammit!” you pouted in response. “Anyway, we better head back. Break’s about to end. Ughh, I don’t wanna go back to class though,” you groaned. “Why not? Isn’t next period art? I thought you loved that,” Keigo asked. “I do, but for some reason I’m feeling very tired,” you replied. “Maybe I need more sleep or something, I don’t know…” “Maybe you should go home for the rest of the day?” he suggested. “I’m fine, Takami-senpai,” you snapped. “I just-” is all you could say before collapsing. Luckily, Keigo was right next to you and managed to catch you. “You alright, baby bird?” he asked, worried when you did not tell him off for holding you. “Don’t worry, I got you, you’re going home now,” was all you heard before you blacked out.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in your own bed. “Huh...?” You were confused and a little delirious. Weren’t you supposed to be at school? “Heya, sweetheart, how ya doing?” you heard a familiar voice from the doorway. “Takami-senpai?” “Shh don’t worry, it’s me,” he said in a reassuring tone, coming to sit down near your bed. “You fainted at school. When I checked your temperature, you were burning up, so I got permission to take you home since your parents were busy,” Keigo explained. “I see… I’m sorry you’re missing out caz of me, though,” you said, suddenly feeling dizzy. “Uhh, by the way, why are there two of you?” “Ah,” he said, looking worried. “You need to rest up more. I also made you some soup so remember to eat that and take some meds. K, now I- I mean, the two of us will leave you alone to sleep.” “You asshole,” you replied, making him chuckle. “I’ll see you around then baby bird, gimme a call if ya need anything,” he said while standing to go. “Mmkay… thank you, Keigo, I love you…” you said without realizing. Keigo turned around, stunned, but you had already fallen asleep.

You woke up a few hours later, feeling groggy but well-rested. “Ughh, what time is it?” you said, checking your phone, when remembering how Keigo had helped you. “Oh, I nearly forgot to thank him,” you said to yourself before texting his number.

Hey, Takami-senpai! I just woke up and I’m feeling much better, thanks for taking care of me

Almost immediately you received a response: No prob, baby bird! Remember to reheat your soup before you eat it :)

Your stomach grumbled at the mention of food. You quickly texted him saying you would be back at school the next day, and then went to eat.

The next day, you walked through the nearly empty hallway of your school as you were early, feeling refreshed and healthy. “Y/N! Hey, ya made it!” you heard someone say. You turned around to see Keigo grinning and making his way to you. You smiled back at him. “Yeah, it’s all thanks to you, thank you so much Takami-senpai!” “That’s not what you called me yesterday,” he smirked in response. You looked at him, confused. “Guess you don’t remember, see ya around baby bird.” “Hey, wait a sec!” you said, but he had already left. “Arghh he’s so annoying, why do I even like him?” you said to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Keigo was right across the corner. “Guess that confirms it,” he said, stepping out. You looked at him, surprised. “I-I thought you left… so you heard me, huh,” “Would it surprise you if I said I kinda already knew?” “Wait, what?” “You told me sweetheart,” he grinned, stepping closer towards you. “Don’t you remember?” “I- uhh…” It was hard to focus on anything he was saying due to his proximity. He hooked a finger under your chin, causing you to stop stumbling on your words, instead opting to gaze into his eyes, oh how you loved those eyes, they reminded you of pools of warm honey. “You called me Keigo,” he whispered, then chuckled seeing how flustered you were getting. “W-what?! I don’t call you that! I- Takami-senpai, if this is a joke, it isn’t very funny,” you said, a million thoughts running through your head at once. “I’m not joking, baby bird,” he said, cupping your face with both of his hands. “Oh, and you also said you loved me,” he said, before closing the distance between you both, not giving you time to react. The kiss was short, far too short for your liking. You whined softly when he pulled away, causing him to chuckle. “You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted to do that, princess,” he said. All you could think of saying was “So it’s princess now?” Keigo grinned in response. “Yep. But you’ll always be my baby bird.” “So, I’m yours now huh,” you said, bumping your shoulder into his playfully. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “You’re mine, Y/N.”

[sugas-sweetheart]

Karasuno Manager Dating Sugawara

(i just really like this idea okay? And I can’t tell if it’s actually kinda long or if it just took me awhile to write lmao, bUt I got it finished for his birthday! my absolute fave, I love him sm happy birthday Suga 🥰 small birthday bonus btw)

one thing to say: p o w e r c o u p l e 

i love this boy so much oh wow let’s continue

you met in your first year at Karasuno and encouraged them to continue playing even though the team then weren’t at their best 

Cue a blushy first year Suga trying to ask you out at the end of the year.

You were always his No.1 supporter, even when he was benched.

I imagine you probably played volleyball at one point before becoming their manager so you’re familiar with the rules and strategies, it would have also been the thing you two (and daichi and Asahi) bonded over.

top tier game analysis and tactics from you two, as i said before, power couple on and off the court

Noya and Tanaka didn’t realise you were with Suga when they joined, as you and Kiyoko keep to yourselves on the side and let the boys practice. When they crossed the line with their playful worshipping though, o h n o protective Sugamama incoming

they will continue to low-key worship you because they appreciate their managers but there is a line that they should avoid crossing

You two baby all of the members, the first years just need to be protected and as the more talkative third year manager, the immediate sense of protection was overwhelming, Kags and Tsukki lowkey love you but they’d never admit to it, the other three are literally rays of sunshine though.

if you ever argue, which would not be often but of course all couples do at some point sadly. (it would only be trivial things though, because stubbornness). the whole team will be able feel it, the usually bubbly, vodka aunt/mother of the team and their sweet, funny manager just seem a l o t quieter than usual. 

ensue the team trying to figure out what happened because everything was fine earlier. while you and Suga try and busy yourselves with everything and anything to avoid the dispute going further, the team share suspicious glances between them resulting in a split into two groups to figure out what happened and provide comfort if needed. 

Daichi, Asahi, the mature second years (you know who I mean, Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita), Yams and Tsukki are assigned to Suga

while Kiyoko, Yachi, Noya, Tanaka, Kags and Hinata attempt to ask you how you’re feeling

Upon everyone talking they will soon find out it was probably something very small that just tipped a bad day over the edge. you know those days where everything just seems against you.

you’re both stressed and words just rip into each other from the build up of negative emotions you’ve both had that day and then silence because you left the conversation at “we need to cool off” and went to prepare for the end of the day/last lesson.

Daichi and Asahi were s c a r e d at first, they did not need their best friends ignoring each other

With pep talks from Daichi, Asahi, Noya Tanaka and the girls respectively, and an annoying yet true comment from Tsukishima of, “You dramatic people, just kiss and make up, arent you meant to be there for each other during rough times” someone slap Tsukki for thinking it’s a waste of his time but he was kind of right

The rest of practice will go smoothly and would 10000% buy snacks or drinks on your way home together

He would also walk you home after school/practices daily anyway becuase he’s a gentleman like that

Pregame rituals consisting of kisses and hugs

like whispering words of encouragement to him as you both just stare with adoration at each other and his hands cup your face 

When he’s taken off the bench your just like “that’s my man, my setter!”

Flashes you a bright smile from on the court and you m e l t

The affectionate look of amazement on your face when watching him play

Makes him all blushy and he’ll make eye contact with you whenever he can for encouragement

And don’t even get me started on when you saw them do the synchronised attack for the first time-

It was beautiful

Your love and fondness for him just grew as you knew how hard he had been working

Win a game? Tackled and hugged, both of you have initiated it before, your lowkey feral energy just shows when together and in love, running full force into each other to wrap your arms around one another and show how proud you are, honestly ugh I love it here lmao

Oh my god falling asleep together on the coach back after matches. That’s all I need. Forehead kisses, leaning on his shoulder and his head is on yours and he just falls asleep and looks so cute I can’t deal

Overall, everyone loves you two, your energy just kinda matches each other, so sweet and funny and caring, and of course a little chaotic in your “negativity begone” sorta ways.

Small birthday bonus:

“Happy Birthday Kōshi~” you sang in his ear, hugging him from behind. A large smile adorned his face as he turned in your arms to replicate tha action. Hugging you back he whispered a soft “thank you” into your hair. You tightened your arms around him slightly, hoping this quiet moment would last forever, especially when you knew what birthday themed chaos was waiting for him in the gym.

“Now, as much as I’d love to stand here with you for all eternity, there may or may not be a surprise waiting for you in the gym so let’s get going, shall we?” You babbled quickly, with bright eyes as you pulled away from the hug extending a hand for him to grab. He tilted his head to the side and nodded, slightly confused, but, grabbed your hand nonetheless and laced your fingers together. Before you could turn to start walking though, he pulled you by the hand into a quick and very unexpected loving kiss, leaving you in a daze. He gave a quick tug to your hand with a smalll grin on his face.

“We can’t keep the surprise waiting now, can we?” Were his last words before pulling you along in your love struck state.

[angeltrapz]

SAW ASK!!!!!! 💞 n ee wayz as far as Eric/Adam goes i wld love to hear yr thoughts on how their relationship looks @ th very beginning when Eric still v v fresh in his recovery (obvs we’ve talked a lil abt this both but expandin on stuff), n also u mentioned Eric knowing how to bake (at least some things) n id LOVE to hear more abt that!! also for a general SAW polycule question, just bc it’s a dynamic i don’t think either of us have rlly touched on, thoughts on William + Mallick?

SAW ASK!!! (tysm!! <3)

okay so Eric/Adam:

I rly like th idea u had where they meet at one of Bobby’s groups (also throwing in tht I think abt Group Therapy All The Time) bc like. neither of them want to be there, neither of them rly have much in common w any other survivors, n neither of them can stand Bobby Dagen. so tht’s still like, th foundation fr how these 2 meet to me lol. the idea of them listening 2 him talk while rolling their eyes at each other n fake gagging is So Good.

I feel like Adam is just... rly open? w Eric? bc god does he understand how fucking hard it is 2 be around ppl after smth like that - maybe not to the same extent (though they DO have tht solidarity), but like. there’s only so many times u can hear “I’m so sorry tht happened/I can only imagine what u went thru” b4 yr ready 2 just tell ppl to shut the fuck up. so like, on Eric’s side of things, not getting tht frm Adam? not hearing the whole “I’m rly sorry u almost lost yr son and were locked up fr six months”? tht’s foreign territory ENTIRELY 2 him. sorry is all anyone has to say, even other survivors. Adam not saying sorry n instead being like “well I’m glad yr still around” is kind of what makes tht decision in Eric’s head like, yes, I think I want 2 get to know this dude. He Gets It.

n Adam is just patient too. letting Eric come 2 him, making sure he knows he’s there, tht sorta thing, bc regardless of how much he likes Adam, being around ppl again is not smth he can just jump into. it’s a wound tht is still raw n open n aching n he needs to treat it w care instead of rubbing salt in. n Eric half expects tht to turn Adam away, esp when he sometimes goes a day w no communication, but it doesn’t n he’s just sorta like ??? bc Eric never rly... saw some1 making tht kind of accommodation fr him, never expected some1 to understand it. tht’s another region I feel they’re very similar in - contact, sometimes, can b very very hard, even over text. if they don’t speak all day, tht’s okay - they send each other “i’m okay” texts n th other person responds w “good” n tht’s fine. Adam provides compromises when Eric never even knew tht was a possibility. it’s good.

things progress kinda slowly but not in a bad way. they’re just kind of getting used 2 each other - both of them have been alone fr so long, having some1 in their lives tht they give a shit abt n who gives a shit abt them is smth they’re both navigating. fr Eric, it’s being around some1 consistently after his trap. fr Adam, it’s actually having a friend who doesn’t make him feel like shit + having some1 he can definitively say is there. sometimes its easier 2 sit in comfortable silence than it is to force a convo neither of thm rly have the energy fr. sometimes just being in a room together is enough. tht’s smth they both notice - tht it’s like. they find it easy 2 be around each other. which is SO foreign to both of thm so they’re just kinda feelin it out?

n again like u’ve written b4, I also feel one of th turning points is when Eric calls Adam abt his hair + Adam shaves it fr him in his bathroom. tht’s th point where they’re both like “oh, I rly care abt this person.” bc it’s three in th fucking morning, Adam didn’t even have 2 pick up his phone or even answer when he saw it was Eric. but he did, bc he cares, bc he wants to help, n Adam’s just kinda freaking out internally too bc it’s been a looong time since he’s felt tht way abt some1 - he just wants Eric 2 be okay. n it’s then tht he’s kinda like, coming 2 terms w th fact that he truly cares abt someone who he can say without a doubt cares abt him too and it’s just like. oof. ESP when Eric sleeps over bc again, it’s early as fuck, and isn’t it so much easier 2 just have him stay? isn’t it easier fr Adam to make space fr Eric in his bed n home n heart? n Eric actually doesn’t tell Adam abt this later, but tht night he sleeps over after Adam shaves his hair? it’s th best he’s slept in fucking weeks.

I feel like after tht they’re a LOT more comfortable w each other - not tht they weren’t b4; I mean in th sense tht when they’re not doing too great, they’ll reach out 2 each other rather than bottling it up n dealing w it alone. Adam comes over w CDs he likes bc he can’t talk abt it but he doesn’t want 2 be by himself n they sit in Eric’s living room together in comfortable silence. sometimes Eric sings 2 him. they both find tht it helps. Eric becomes more accustomed 2 accepting help when he knows he needs it + Adam offers - dimming th lights n staying close by to keep him frm getting another migraine, having th TV on but w the sound down low enough tht it doesn’t feel like some1′s hitting him over th head w too-loud dialogue, getting things fr him on th days tht his nerve pain flares up n he’s mostly confined 2 his bed. they’re there fr each other. this is what friendship looks like fr them, two Jigsaw survivors who understand each other better than any1 else ever could.

another huge step fr them is like, th first time Adam offers 2 help w Eric’s rashes. I feel like, even as they grow closer, tht’s still not smth he’s vocal abt/comfortable showing often, something he’s ashamed of bc he feels like it’s gross n he doesn’t want 2 like. make Adam deal w that. but like during one of their sleepovers where Adam cuts his hair fr him n Eric’s got his shirt off he just. grabs the ointment he knows Eric keeps in th cabinet above the sink n while Eric’s still sitting w his back to him, he wordlessly begins tending 2 the rash spread along Eric’s shoulders n his neck n back, n Eric just. freezes. Adam doesn’t say anything, just does it fr him, n Eric kinda. Breaks Down a lil bit. like he just starts silently sobbing bc Adam doesn’t have 2 do this. he doesn’t have to help him w one of th things Eric hates most abt his own body. he could think it’s Gross. but he doesn’t think it’s gross n he doesn’t mind touching it and he’s so gentle when applying the ointment n then when he’s done he just kind of leans against Eric’s back bc He Knows. he reaches around front n grabs one of Eric’s hands n just sits there w him while he cries it out, holding his hand 2 say I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, n that is MAJOR fr Eric. and honestly? tht’s kind of th first time he Rly becomes aware of “oh fuck I love him.” (Adam too, ngl)

basically, the way it starts is a shared experience, smth no one else can rly say they have, an understanding based on tht shared experience. giving each other space until they begin inviting each other in. care, patience, “I’m here.” re-learning th feeling of mutual concern. somewhere along th way, it turns into love, and somehow falling into tht is just as easy.

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Eric + baking:

YES I love this hc!! this is smth he picked up during his time btwn jobs during th earlier stages of recovery (but After meeting Adam/connecting w Art) bc he needed smth to do n was just sorta like, “well I guess this works huh?” n like. it was def a learning curve bc Eric can cook, relatively well/at least okay, but baking is a entirely different matter. at frst he was kinda discouraged when things didn’t turn out th way he hoped they would, but w gentle guidance on Art’s side n enthusiastic encouragement frm Adam, he stuck w it n has gotten pretty good as a result!! his fave things 2 make r peanut butter cookies (he does a little design on th top w a fork n both Adam + Art r like Oh My God That’s Adorable) + th aforementioned carrot cake cupcakes!! frosting is usually homemade n it’s usually cream cheese! he makes his own frosting fr cakes n stuff too (Constantly has 2 tell Adam to “keep yr hands off of th frosting/batter/dough! we’re not gonna have any left!!!” even tho tht Doesn’t stop him).

he makes rly good banana bread too! tht one was a lil harder 2 learn but he’s honestly pretty proud of it now. it’s so funny bc Adam typically doesn’t like stuff like tht but if Eric made it? oh it’s Amazing. (he’s like tht w Art’s cooking too kjdfhjs partially bc he is a Disaster in th kitchen, but also bc That’s His BF/Best Friend!!!)

if some1 is feeling particularly shitty he takes requests (Adam usually wants brownies + Art is partial 2 peanut butter cookies but w chocolate chips too) n it’s just a nice lil thing he can do 2 help, which is smth he Always wants to do. he also stress bakes tho so sometimes his bfs have 2 just kinda like check in n make sure he’s doing okay. but! yeah baking is smth he enjoys + is relatively good at!!

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William/Mallick dynamic:

yr right I haven’t thought abt this dynamic much but I Am Now!!!

I feel like at his core, William is def a caretaker. Mallick, 2 me, is someone who is just wholly unfamiliar w being cared for. so like, at the Very Least, they’re both dating Adam + Lawrence, right? they spend a lot of time around each other. plenty enough time fr William 2 pick up on this. it just kinda. makes his heart hurt, bc he sees the unease in Mallick’s eyes every time one of thm performs even th smallest acts of kindness fr him - not bc he doesn’t appreciate it/doesn’t want it, but because it’s more that he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. n William Sees That and is just like. I Need U To Know You’re Loved.

they’re comfortable w each other, of course they are! they’re friends, good friends, who happen 2 be dating th same people! who go to bed together at night n wake up w each other in th morning. it’s love, they know tht, but Mallick still always looks so surprised when William makes waffles fr him fr breakfast. William cares.

n Mallick can kinda feel it, and he’s not resistant 2 it, but he’s definitely on edge abt it a little. but William also just has this air abt him that Mallick finds it hard to stay keyed up in, so it doesn’t rly take long fr Mallick to at least be at peace w William’s attention. but the moment he starts to really fathom it is during one of those days he can’t get himself 2 relax n is just shaking out on the couch, knees drawn up to his chest n his arm wrapped around thm, just kinda staring down at th carpet n just Not having the energy to get himself out of his own head. Lawrence + Adam r at work n Eric is taking a quick nap so it’s just Mallick n William.

so Mallick is sitting there spiraling n his breaths r coming out a little fast n William just sits down beside him, a mug of warm tea tht he sets down on th coffee table fr a moment, n he just rests a hand on Mallick’s shoulder. doesn’t say anything, just sort of like. offers tht bridge, opens tht avenue. n Mallick is like This Close to just breaking entirely, but what rly does it is when William just swipes his thumb over his shoulder n squeezes. n Mallick rly DOES break down, almost ugly-sobbing and wheezing, n somehow he ends up w his face in William’s neck, pretty much curled into his side, n tht’s when it truly hits him how much William cares abt him too. tht there are Several People who hold tht kind of room fr him in their hearts n lives. William didn’t even have 2 say anything fr Mallick to understand that, to know it as truth. n tht’s like, one of th events tht actually leads Mallick to building up tht self-esteem, knowing that.

n after tht happens, Mallick is a little less reluctant abt accepting William’s (+ everyone else’s!) help, at least some of the time. like Mallick will catch himself digging his fingers a lil too harshly into th stump of his arm (I’m w u on 10 Pints resulting in at least a partial amputation - like what was tht little scar in 3D???) n then he’ll feel William’s hand cover his n gently curl around his palm 2 be like “I’m not gonna say anything, but I see you, it’s okay,” n his grip relaxes. Eric will notice he’s working himself up too much n he’ll reach out n take one of his hands while he’s pacing + laces their fingers together so tht Mallick has to pause a moment n then he’s able to breathe. Lawrence stumbles across him in th midst of a panic attack n Mallick finds himself breathing easier when Lawrence takes one of his hands, places it over his chest + his heart, n breathes w him. Adam holds him when he jolts awake frm a nightmare. lil things like tht.

one of their fave things to help them both de-stress is they’ll lay in bed n William will read out loud to Mallick, who has his head on his chest n is listening but doesn’t have to put too much energy into keeping up, bc it’s mostly abt being close + having smth to fill the silence tht neither of them feel particularly comfortable in anymore. sometimes Mallick falls asleep n it honestly makes William rly happy bc not only is Mallick relaxed enough to actually close his eyes, he also trusts William enough to fall asleep around him, trusts him during a time he’s at his most vulnerable. it’s not uncommon fr Lawrence to get home frm work to find th two of them curled up against th pillows, sometimes both asleep or just Mallick while William continues reading silently and brushes his fingers thru Mallick’s hair. Adam def has a pic of them like tht somewhere, hung up on th cork board Art had bought specifically fr those kinds of photos. it’s smth easy tht doesn’t really require much energy + has the added bonus of just being close to n held by someone u love n who loves u.

and they help each other. sometimes William has a rly hard time looking at himself, the days where his guilt sits heavy in his chest n doesn’t seem 2 want to anywhere, n Mallick will just sit w him outside on th porch swing and just Be There bc it’s like. “I’m here, I want to b here, Jigsaw was wrong, you are not a terrible person, u did what u could w what u had and I love you,” in a single action. I think William also struggles, like u’ve mentioned tht Eric does, w th guilt of what happened + feeling like it was his fault. so Mallick sitting w him, their shoulders brushing, fr William it’s like, if he was truly as awful a person as John seemed 2 think he was, wld Mallick be this close? wld Mallick willingly lay down beside him some nights n kiss him good morning? wld he kiss him again on th cheek after he makes a fresh pot of coffee + pancakes? n William knows tht Mallick wouldn’t keep himself so close if John was right, so it’s like. proof of tht. n tht means a lot to William. sometimes tht’s all he needs.

they don’t have 2 deal w their struggles alone. they’re both surrounded by ppl who love them n want to see them do well - it’s only natural they feel tht way abt each other, too.

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

Mystery Solved?

Scott gets curious about Andromeda

Tagging: @melyaliz @lizartgurl @dilpickledd @speedypan @coffee-randomness

Read Earlier Parts Here

A/N Mentions of child neglect

Scott had to admit maybe he had taken things a little too far. But then again it had been a bit of an accident. He knew something was up with Andromeda however what he had discovered was not what he expected.

He knew her stories didn’t always line up like she was hiding something but he wasn't sure what. With his training he had thought the worse, she was somehow a spy sent to gather intel on them. Hey if he could be trained to be an X-men what would be the odds of her being a spy. Especially since she was so reluctant to talk about her parents, till he found out the truth.

The first hint of truth came when he accidentally spotted her at the mall during winter break. Jean had gone to visit her family but Scott still wanted to get her a present for when she was to return. It took him a while to realize who she was when she passed by him. She looked so… normal. Andromeda's face was free of makeup, her coat was simple yet it seemed old but her pants were loose instead of tight. He didn’t like it, it somehow just didn’t seem like her.

He didn’t mean to follow them that day but he couldn’t help but be a bit intrigued. Usually when he spotted her outside of school she was still in her usual style. Those dramatic lace shirts, the makeup that was always perfectly done, the ripped jeans or shorts. So he didn’t understand the sudden change. Then he noticed the other things, how she seemed to trail behind her family, how she kept her head down as if trying to hide herself. Then he noticed her parents how they seemed to ignore her yet would constantly put her little brother in their line of sight. Scott frowned as he saw them leave and something seemed off.

When they came back to school Scott noticed she was in a bit of a mood. Her usual teasing playful self was gone.

“Hey, how was your break?” Scott asked as he sat down next to her.

“Good.” She muttered as she doodled on her paper a little too aggressively.

“What did you do?” He asked.

“Nothing really.”

“Did you-“

“Class is starting.” She snapped, opening her book.

“Right.” He mumbled, glancing at her worriedly.

It took awhile for her to warm up to him again, for a second he feared she realized he was spying on them that day. Instead she blamed her mood on the weather claiming it always made her feel down when it was cold. He could tell she was telling the truth but he couldn’t help but feel like maybe there was something more to it.

The second hint came when they had to work on a project together. Scott couldn't help but notice how she frowned when the teacher gave the announcement. The project was going to be a big portion of their grade.

"We could work on it at your place." Scott said as they started discussing what to do.

"Could we maybe meet up at the library instead?" She asked, biting her lip nervously.

“Yeah sure.” Scott nodded. “Just let me know what time.”

When she finally got back to him on a time to meet up he was shocked to see she also had a small list on how to look.

“Just um just look presentable, not that you don't already, it's just…” She trailed off and sighed. “I’ll see you tonight.”

So he waited for her in front of the library just like she asked, smoothing down his favorite red polo making sure his clothes didn't have any wrinkles. He looked up and slowly realized that Andromeda was walking up to him with what he assumed was her mother and her little brother. She looked what would be deemed as normal, a simple soft blue shirt and loose jeans.

“Scott?” The woman said.

“Hello.” Scott said holding his hand out, she stared at him suspiciously.

“You are Andromeda's lab partner.”

“Yes.”

“And you are going to be working on a project together.”

“Yeah that’s the plan. The project is due at the end of the week and we want to get it done as soon as possible.” Scott said, smiling politely.

Her mother simply nodded and turned to the siblings. “One hour.”

Andromeda nodded and walked up to Scott, her brother staying close to her side. Once inside Andromeda seemed to relax.

"So you're Scott." Her little brother said.

"Yup, and I'm guessing your Adonis." Scott replied.

"I am." Adonis nodded and stared at him curiously. "What's with the shades?"

"Donnie." Andromeda scolded.

"No it's okay." Scott smiled. "I just have a really sensitive eye condition. I need the shades to help me see."

"Huh alright." Adonis said.

It wasn't till then that Scott realized Andromeda was the only person who never questioned him about his shades. Same like how he never really commented on the tattoo she had on her back. Like there was somehow a strange understanding about them.

"What's your favorite sport?" Adonis asked, breaking Scott's train of thought.

Scott didn't mind answering the random questions Adonis kept asking. He couldn't help but be reminded of his own little brother, wondering if he was still around would he have become friends with Adonis. Andromeda had settled on making their poster board trying to make it look as presentable as possible. Occasionally she would chime into the conversation adding her own questions when she would find something about him intriguing.

"Wait hold up, you live at that huge mansion that's by the woods?" Adonis asked.

"Yeah that's the one." Scott said.

"Huh I always wondered what that place was." Adonis wondered out loud.

“Maybe one day you two can come over.” Scott said.

"Yeah maybe." Adonis mumbled, Scott couldn't help but notice he shared the same look Andromeda would give him whenever he mentioned anything about meeting after school.

"How's it looking?" Andromeda asked, distracting him with the drawing she was working on for the poster board.

All the clues finally got into place the day they went on a field trip for their chemistry class.

When the teacher announced the upcoming trip Andromeda frowned just how she did the day the project had been announced. She was the only one who seemed to be interested and constantly held her hand up to ask questions though her questions were mainly about the time frame of the trip.

Still she was there a little out of breath but she had managed to catch the bus before it left. They hardly spoke as she fixed herself up, Scott noticing little things about how hastily her outfit seemed to have been thrown on. During the tour of the Science Museum they were visiting Andromeda took her notes but he couldn’t help but notice how she would check her watch every so often.

“Looking for your name?” Scott asked, they were currently taking a break in the small gift shop.

Andromeda smiled and let out a small scoff as she browsed through the beaker shaped keychains that had names etched into them.

“The day I find a keychain with my name on it will be the day pigs fly. No, my brother and I have a running joke, we either try to find our nicknames or we find the most ridiculous name that’s not ours. Oh look here’s yours.” She held up a small keychain and laughed. “It even matches your glasses.”

"I'm guessing by that you mean it's red." Scott said.

"Oh yeah." Andromeda paused. "Can you only see red through your shades?"

"Pretty much." Scott said watching as Andromeda turned her attention back to the names.

"That's gotta suck." Andromeda mumbled her eyebrow suddenly raising. "So they have Donatello but no Don or Donnie but they have Dawn with a-w."

“They have Donna.” Scott said as he scanned the names.

“Ohh yes, nice one.” Andromeda approved as she grabbed the key chain and flipped it over.

As a frown crossed her face Scott knew she probably wasn't going to buy it. He couldn’t help but notice her fingers moving like the way they did when she had to count. She slowly put it back.

“Are you not going to get it?” He asked carefully.

“Um not right now, maybe when we leave.” Andromeda said, making her way out of the shop.

During lunch Andromeda had hung back a bit making Scott pause to look at her.

“Why don't you go ahead? I wanna get a good look at the menu.” She said smiling though it didn’t really meet her eyes.

“Yeah sure.” Scott said, waking forward.

He glanced back every so often finding her off to the side counting her money. When it was Scott’s turn to order he looked back and saw that Andromeda was now standing in line.

“Could I actually place an order for someone else?” Scott asked after he finished ordering his food.

“Sure kid.” The woman as she finished typing his order.

“It’s for the girl in the black lace shirt.” Scott said placing her order and giving the cashier the money.

“You got it.” The lady said, barely glancing up.

Scott got his food and walked off to a table pulling out his sheet and double checking his answers.

“You didn't have to do that.” Andromeda said standing beside him holding a tray with the food he had ordered her.

“Do what?” He asked, trying to act innocent. Andromeda sighed as she sat down next to him.

“Why do you have to be such a golden boy?” Andromeda suddenly asked taking Scott off guard.

“I’m sorry what?”

“It's just… your just so…” Andromeda huffed. “I just don't get you Scott Summers. You act like this goody two shoes yet you have this weird air of mystery around you. You're polite yet I could count the amount of friends you have on one hand. And I just don't know what to think about you.”

“Funny.” Scott said, a little taken aback by the backhanded compliment. “I could say the same thing about you.”

"I… what?" Andromeda asked, looking at Scott confused.

“You have a kind heart Andromeda yet you have a tendency of hiding behind this tough girl act. And I see that you try to make friends but you tend to guard yourself before you can get hurt.” Scott said.

Andromeda looked down at her food taken off guard by his comment. She seemed to be thinking of something deeply and finally she sighed and looked up at him.

“My parents have always been a bit strict. But ever since I turned a certain age they sorta went overboard.” Andromeda frowned as she glanced down. “It was hard enough being the new girl in school, it was even harder when no one really wanted to put in the effort of being my friend… there’s a reason I’ve been so hesitant with you. You’re such a golden boy I feel like you wouldn’t want to do what it takes to be my friend.”

“I’m not that much of a golden boy.” Scott frowned and Andromeda raised an eyebrow. “You should at least give me a chance.”

“Alright Summers, you got a deal.” Andromeda said, holding her hand out for him to shake.

Scott smiled and shook it hoping that maybe now he’d really be able to get to know her.

[coffeekaspbrak]

Tires- Hanbrough fic (part 1/2)

Pairing: Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough (side reddie sorta)

Summary: Mike shows up late to the quarry with slashed tires and Bill can’t shake a funny feeling.

It’s a hot, sunny day at the Derry quarry and summer is going out with a bang. August is breathing it’s final breaths as the sun beams harshly on the faces of children anxiously preparing to go back to school. Six such children lay easily on their backs, causally awaiting their last friend to join them for one of their swims. Their sophomore year of high school is a measly nine days away. Well, five are casual, Bill Denbrough is the odd man out as he waits for the sound of Mike Hanlon’s bike.

Bill was always a little anxious when someone was late. After all that’s happened, he doesn’t take much to the idea of anyone being by them self. Still, he tries to swallow the lump in his throat and enjoy the sunshine and his company.

The sound of light footsteps on the trail leading to the rocks cause him to jolt him out of his thoughts. His eyes fall on a disheveled looking Mike Hanlon, sporting dirt on his denim overalls and exhaustion on his face. He’s holding his bike handles, basket empty and tires flat.

“Holy hell! What happened to you?” Bill hears Richie’s loud, distinctive shout as they all come to meet him.

He sees Eddie rush over to him, tiny legs carrying him furiously. He grabs Mike by the shoulders and ushers him over to the rock his fanny pack had been tossed aside on earlier that day. “Are you hurt?” Eddie blurts, sitting him down before digging around in the contents of his bag. He stops fumbling only to scan Mike for cuts and bruises with his sharply trained eyes. “I don’t think so Ed.” Mike says, gently. His smile only tugs at the right side of his face, absent from the rest of his features.

“Relax Eds.” Richie says, approaching them followed by the rest of the group. He wraps an arm around Eddie and ruffles his hair, “Kid uses band aides like it’s the end of the fucking world.”

Bill feels the words jumble in his mouth as he stares at Mike, “Wh-Wh-what h-ha-happened?”

Mike lets out a sigh, “Some assholes slashed my tires while I was doing a delivery.”

“Son of a bitch,” Bev says, sunglasses resting lower on her nose.

“Yeah,” Mike responds, it’s tired and weak and Bill feels that same drop in his heart.

“Maybe your meat gave someone something and this was revenge,” Stan theories with a finger to his chin. Richie lets out a cackle, “Oh my god... too good Stan the Man.”

Stan’s eyes sharpen and wrinkle, “you know that’s not what I meant you sick fu-.”

“Now is not the time for dick jokes or bickering you guys,” Ben states. Richie laughs again, “Oh my dear Ben, it’s always time for dick jokes. But enough with the cliff notes, give me the full scoop, Mikey.”

He looks at the ground, “There really isn’t much to tell. I just came out and my tires looked funny. I tried riding my bike anyway because it’s a long walk but I fell over. I just want to forget about it for now, guys.”

“But don’t you want to know who-“ Eddie starts. “L-Let’s just swim,” Bill blurts out with surprising clarity. Mike’s thankful expression isn’t lost on him as they share a short glance that causes inexplicable heat in Bill’s cheeks.

“You heard the man!” Richie shouts in his “British” accent, “jump in Eds!” He pushes Eddie towards the cliff side. “Don’t fucking don’t that!” He screeches, digging his feet in the ground. “Why? You wanna skinny dip instead? I’m down.” Eddie’s cheeks noticeably turn pink, “You’re so fucking weird.” And everyone erupts into laughter.

“Last one in is a loser!” Bev shouts, running to the cliff side. The four boys run after her, giggling and shouting.

“Give me a hand?” Mike asks. “Huh? Oh, s-sure,” Bill lends his hand to the sitting boy. Mike pulls himself up, “thanks,” he smiles. Bill is glued to the ground as Mike’s gaze remains on him. “Aren’t you going to go in?” Mike asks with shifting eyes.

“I-I c-can w-wait,” he stumbles out.

“Well I was going to get into my-“ Underwear. To swim. Jesus Christ. “Oh r-right, s-s-sorry.” Bill felt his tongue swell up in his mouth, lost on what to say. Why was he being awkward around Mike? Mike was his friend, he’d been nervous when they’d first met but there was no reason to be anymore. “I’ll see you down there.” Mike smiles again. Bill nods.

-

In the water, he finds his eyes resting on Mike more often than not. His peaceful smile and eyes look they hung the sun itself to him. His laugh fills Bill’s chest with something fluttery and warm. Almost like he needs to throw up. “You alright, Bill? You look pale.” Eddie asks, ripping away his stare. Richie swims over, “He’s always been a vampire, Eds. Quit being paranoid and get on my shoulders. We’re playing chicken.”

-

One by one the losers leave the quarry. Well, actually, in groups. For safety Bill insists. Ben jumps to accompany Bev when she says she should be getting home soon, Stan joins them. Richie and Eddie leave a little later, Richie covered in bandages and groaning in pain. “I told you not run up the trail, Rich, there’s rocks everywhere.” They leave with Richie’s arm slung around Eddie’s neck for support. Bill didn’t think the situation called for that, but who’s to say with those two. Now there’s only him and Mike, lying on rocks sunbathing. Bill was enjoying their comfortable silence. They could talk, they share a lot of the same interests and Bill certainly likes the sound of Mike’s voice drenched in passion for a topic, but it’s peaceful like this. A change of pace from their lovably loud friends. Bill finds that his eyes are drawn to his friend again, sprawled on his stomach. The unwavering sun shining on his smooth, bare skin and highlighting his slight muscles relaxed in his leisurely state. Bill can’t get himself tear his eyes away no matter how hard he tries. When Mike shifts to face him, Bill screws his eyes shut tightly.

“Bill, you asleep?”

“Y-yes,” he answers with eyes still closed. Mike lets out a laugh that Bill thinks could solve all of the world’s problems. “I should be getting back soon, supper is probably almost ready.” He says as his arms stretch over his head and he stands on his tip toes. Sleepy never looked so good. He shakes the thought out of his head and realizes he didn’t exactly hear what his friend had said. “W-what?” Mike gives him a puzzled stare, “You alright, Big Bill? You’ve been acting funny all day.”

“S-s-s-sor-r,” he sighs and curses himself, “s-s-o-r-r-“. “There’s no need to be, I just want to make sure you’re alright.” Mike mercifully cuts in. Bill smiles, “I’m f-fine. Now w-what where you saying?”

“I should get home.”

They dress in relative silence as Bill tries to keep his gaze to the ground. He changes quickly and waits for his friend to finish, averting his eyes. As if he has a vendetta against Bill’s sanity, Mike walks towards him with his shirt only covering his torso, pulling it down as he approaches him. “Ready?” Bill gulps, like he’s going to choke, and nods.

They approach the bikes and Bill feels a little more calm as Mike starts rambling about the book he’s reading at the moment,

“It’s on the reading list for my English class but I got a head start. It’s history and romance and it’s a little gory sometimes but it’s good.”

“W-what is it again?”

“A Tale of Two Cities. I know we all have to read it this year anyway, but I think you should read it before. It’s awesome, you’d love it.”’ Bill feels himself red again, the mention of him from Mike makes his mind buzz, like he has a headache. “W-what makes you s-say that?”

Mike kicks a rock out of his way gently, “I don’t know, it reminds of the way you write,” he looks back to Bill again, “when you let me read it, that is.”

The bikes come into their view and Mike’s face falls. “It’s okay to go ahead of me, I gotta walk it.”

“I sh-shouldn’t have even let you c-come here by yourself, nobody should be out alone. N-not in this t-town.”

“Bill-“

“I’m serious.”

Mike knew more than most, but he lets it go. There is silence for a beat and Bill fiddles with his lips, biting the top one swollen and pink as he thinks something over.

“H-here,” Bill says, gripping his bike handles, “W-we can ride double. Your dad can c-come back in his truck and g-get your bike r-right?”

The well loved rust and sheen of silver is still big for Bill despite his wiry teenage limbs. Seeing it fly down the street, Mike sometimes worries Bill will be jolted into the air, made weightless by the speed. Bill is unaware of that fact as Mike nods and climbs on behind him.

Mike’s arms, made strong by years of farm work find their way to Bill’s waist as he kicks up the kickstand. It makes a creek that cuts through the sound of the gentle wind that sways branches to dance. The leaves jostle like the flutter in Bill’s stomach upon Mike’s grasp. The sunlight twinkles between the emerald jewels of trees that have laid their roots here before Bill was born. A thought pops into his head then, light and profound somehow simultaneously, like the last days of summer,

All is green and all is good

With Mike’s arms around him.

He blushes at the realization, but holds himself the same,

“R-Ready?”

“As I will ever be, Denbrough.” And Bill can hear his smile in his words.

They zip down the dirt path surrounded by trees and into their home town. The burning pavement is made hotter by the Silver’s speeding tires and Bill feels a tighter grip around him as they fly down Main Street. It’s a while to his farm, but Bill doesn’t think it lasts long enough. The last bits of sun linger as the Bill pedals backwards. Mike untangles himself.

“Thank you,” he says.

“A-anytime,” with a side smile. They are still very much in one another’s space when Mike leans over. He does something then, he kisses Bill on the cheek. Soft and quick. “I’ll see you later,” he takes a step away towards his house.

“L-l-later,” he can barely breathe out. Mike walks into his house as the sun disappears. Bill rides home, stopping every couple of blocks to find the phantom mark on his cheek and smile.

[smuttyfairy]

Broken Down Chlorophyll

Prologue to Frozen Water Vapor Genre: Angst

Summary: It was butterfly kisses and everlasting vows. Now it’s awkward good nights and halfhearted hugs. Minds will change, and others will not. It was bound to happen, Kris should have known. As much as he wanted you to himself, he finds you slipping from his fingers, into another’s arms. ( Kris x Reader, Chanyeol x Reader) Warnings: Implied Cheating, Toxic Behavior, Verbal Abuse Word Count: 3340

Written by: Admin Jaefairy A/N:  This is another personal story from my ChanJaebaek AU. I changed the s/o to Kris, and fiddled a bit with the story.  You guys always ask for more angst, so here you go babes. <3

You said that it was to save on the bills, but Kris knew something wasn’t right as soon as you came home. You walked into the small bedroom with your hood up, flicking the light switch off. You always wore hoodies, and Kris knew it was a comfort mechanism. From the tightly worn bandanas, to every hoodie in your closet. You had to cover your body. He remembered, when he first asked you to move in, the hesitation in your voice. You protested for a few days before Kris came to your home and packed your small amount of belongings into his car, along with you, back to his home. You broke your lease, and he gave you a roof, free of charge. Kris never wanted to fix you, that wasn’t his job. He wanted you to be somewhere familiar, with someone that loved you. For the few years you two knew each other, Kris understood your anxiety. He understood you tried to cope with it, since therapy was too expensive. You knew this was a bad idea, you could feel sooner or later that the walls of your foundation would crumble into nothing, leaving what was left of you and Kris in broken pieces. Nonetheless, he reassured you he would be there for you. You wouldn’t do this alone. He thought it would help you open up, and for a while It did. You would come home from work or classes, take off your hoodie and your jeans and walk around. You wouldn’t lay in a bed lifeless and lull into a long sleep. You would crawl into Kris’s lap while he was listening to a random album on the stereo. Your arms would wrap around his neck and you would tell your lover about anything. He’d listen, mumble something awkward and snuggle into your neck. It felt so surreal and foreign. You felt safe, that you weren’t doing anything wrong. It was nice, being so close, so loved for so long. Once a new semester started, and the leaves turned colors, things between you two seem to change. Kris picked up more hours producing for his friend Tao, and you decided to leave your job to pursue school full time for a few semesters. Staying up in the bed you shared, you would wait. It wasn’t as if Kris ignored you, oh no. He’d text you at least once an hour, the sinking feeling that would grow in your chest dissolved with each text. You knew it was a bad habit, you knew your self hate and low self esteem could ruin things if you weren’t careful. So you were careful. If you got jealous or scared, you’d bottle it up. Hiding your fears behind a heart emoji. Those night were the hardest, when you were alone in your thoughts and the bad ones kept you company when Kris couldn’t. Then you found yourself meeting someone new. Not as in a new boyfriend, but just someone new. Someone different. Baekhyun, your best friend, had a roommate named Chanyeol. You would talk to him in the hallway before physics some days. He was funny, awkward and clumsy. You both were very much alike. Messy hair, hoodies. Same taste in music, same taste in film. It was like having a twin. Baekhyun noticed how well you both complimented each other when he found out you two exchanged movies every other week. It was something to watch on Kris’s late nights, and you found a few new favorites. Suddenly Chanyeol was joining you two on hangouts, inviting you over to their apartment, and your duo became a trio. Those long nights, waiting for a text from Kris or distracting yourself from negative voices in your head become easier to bear. Some nights you’d vent to Chanyeol. You’d just type 5 pages full of texts over everything that was spilling. The way Kris would lose his patience with you, how you couldn’t figure out what major to pick, how you kept a razor in your backpack. Just in case. He would listen, and text you back everything that he was bottling up. It felt reassuring, you weren’t alone. Chanyeol would keep you company on those nights staying up was torture, you’d stay up waiting for Kris until you realized you didn’t need to. That night, it was Kris’s turn to wait for you. He got off early and decided to surprise him, but you were late. You didn’t come home til 9pm, which was weird since your school day ended about 4pm. “Is everything okay? We don’t need to worry about the electricity bill.” Kris gave a reassuring smile in the dark, trying to mask his concern. You flipped the switch to the bedroom back on, pulling your hood down. Your hair slipped out, bandana falling to the ground. “Everything’s okay.” You said before taking your hoodie off and dropping it on the floor. Walking out of the room, you took off your shirt and headed to the bathroom. The sound of the shower was heard softly. Kris leaned back, letting his head hit the wall gently. You two weren’t perfect, you had fights and arguments but they always came back from them. He could tell that tonight was going to end in a fight. As Kris got up, he heard a loud buzz. He looked around the room, stopping at your hoodie. He lifted it up, catching your phone as it slipped out the front pocket. He saw that you had 15 unread messages. The lock screen was a picture of the two of you. Kris was holding you from behind, his face next to yours. Your hair was let free, falling in front of your face. You had wide smiles. Happy ones. After three attempts at your password (anniversary, Kris’s birthday, and then finally the date you met) he was open to the home screen. You were in your black hoodie, an exaggerated frown on his face. On one side was your friend Baekhyun, hugging you. Kris had met him a few times, and knew his voice from the hour long phone calls you two would have four to five times a week. On the other side was an unfamiliar guy. He was taller than Kris and had a mop of brown hair. His wavy hair stuck out slightly, but it didn’t hide his wide ears. His lips were on your cheek, his arms wrapped around your upper body. Kris felt jealousy grow in his stomach. You never talked much about your friends, was it because you were hiding something? He tapped the yellow message button and opened the inbox. There were 9 unread messages from Baekhyun and 6 from someone named Chanyeol. *[ Byun Baek ] 4:20pm: Where did you and Chan go? I saw him pulling you away. I thought we were gonna hang out? *[ Byun Baek ] 4:40pm: Y/n, yo you guys need to come back. *[ Byun Baek ] 5:30pm: Tao and Luhan saw you guys ;) I’m soooo telling Kris. *[ Byun Baek ] 7:05pm: Where are you? We’ve been looking for you. :((( Y/nnnnnnnn <3 Call me, pls. We can talk about this. *[ Byun Baek ] 8:23pm: You haven’t been happy lately, I know Chanyeol wasn’t trying to make things worse for you. Please call me or him, I just need to know you’re okay. *[ Byun Baek ] 8:40pm: Chanyeol told me he found you. : ( I love you Y/n <3 I’ll stop by in the morning and we can talk. You didn’t do anything bad, okay? In his chest he felt something twist and break. He didn’t want to check Chanyeol’s messages, but Kris knew when he was angry, he was weak. He scrolled up, going from the first thing you said that day. [Park Chanyeol] 2:45pm: Aft class we’re meeting up w/ Baek, right? [Park Chanyeol] 2:50 pm: I can see you ignoring me.  > U <  Yah, you like pissing me off. [L/n F/n] 2:51pm: When you use that face, ofc <3 & Yeah. Baek and I were gonna gonna chill at the park. You’re invited (sorta). c: [Park Chanyeol] 2:51pm: Sorta? I’m always invited. I’m Baek’s best friend. [Park Chanyeol] 2:52pm: You’re just the shortie that gets lost in the crowd. [L/n F/n] 2:55pm: LOOK, YOU TALL TREE. We’re going to the right place, I’m gonna leave you with your family in the forest. >w> [Park Chanyeol] 2:56pm: No you won’t, you’d miss me. <3 [L/n F/n] 2:58pm: Will I? <3 [Park Chanyeol] 3:00pm: of course you will, dork. [L/n F/n] 3:01pm: Class is starting, pay attention and stop looking at me >//w//> [Park Chanyeol] 3:04pm: If I don’t? [L/n F/n] 3:04pm: I’ll get Kris to beat you up. :< You’re being mean. [Park Chanyeol] 3:05pm: I’m not afraid of him. [Park Chanyeol] 3:16pm: Hey, can I talk to you about something before we meet up with Baekhyun? [L/n F/n] 3:30pm: Yeah o.o you okay? :c [Park Chanyeol] 3:34pm: Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you! We don’t talk alone much anymore. [L/n F/n] 3:40pm: Maybe because we have more classes together this semester. o: you don’t have to find me in the hall to talk. Besides we text everyday so :P [L/n F/n] 3:55pm: I’m heading out earlier, meet me outside the cafeteria in 10? [Park Chanyeol] 3:55pm: I’ll be right behind you o: Kris heard the shower turn off and scrolled to the unread messages, a breath of relief as he heard you brushing his teeth. *[Park Chanyeol] 5:43pm: Y/n where are you? *[Park Chanyeol] 5:45pm: Hey, please come back. Please. I didn’t think that would happen. *[Park Chanyeol] 5:47pm: I thought you would have rejected me, I just needed to get it off my chest. *[Park Chanyeol] 6:00 pm: Me and Baek are looking for you. Y/n come back to campus. *[Park Chanyeol] 6:15pm: You can’t run away from me, okay? I won’t let you bottle up everything. You can do that with Kris, talk to me. *[Park Chanyeol] 6:45pm: Everytime he would dismiss you and disregard your feelings, I knew you were upset. I didn’t let you walk away without a smile on your face. I love you. *[Park Chanyeol] 7:00pm: Y/n, I know he loves you, and you love him. If you choose him, that’s fine. Just…I want you to be okay. Please come back. Please be safe. *[Park Chanyeol] 8:30pm: I see you. All Kris could do was throw the phone on the bed. He had to breathe. He had to count. If he was gonna talk to you about this, he had to be calm. He knew that he was quick to anger. Anytime he snapped during a fight, you would leave and come back a few hours later. He was always forgiving and always willing to say sorry. Kris wasn’t a complete asshole, but he could be stubborn sometimes. He didn’t notice, but once the fights got worse, you started wearing hoodies around the house with sweatpants. When you were cuddled on the couch with him, you would go to bed early some nights. Kris felt like it was nearing the end. You found someone that made you feel like Kris did at one point. The door opened slowly, you were wearing a baggy hoodie with shorts. Your head was covered with a towel. Kris turned around, anger still boiling in his chest. Your dull eyes met Kris’s. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy. He took everything in. Kris gazed at your neck. If he didn’t see the texts, he would have thought an animal mauled your neck. The dark red bruises littered one side of your neck. You tied up your hoodie, the stare in Kris’s eyes was enough. “We need to talk.” You murmured, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “..You don’t have to tell me anything. I saw the texts.” You looked up at him in disbelief. “Kris, we said we wouldn’t-” “Why haven’t you brought up Chanyeol? Who is he?” “He’s a friend..” Kris turned around, an irritated sigh escaping his mouth. “Is he? He seems pretty friendly with you. Why does he know about our problems? Is he your shoulder you cry on?” “He’s gonna be my new boyfriend if you don’t calm down.” You glared at the back of his head. The stress of today came back boiling up. You wanted to calmly talk about it, but there was no calm with Kris. “He’s already your new boyfriend, look at your fucking neck! Good thing I was on your mind when you wanted to cheat on me.” The sarcasm in his voice stung, and you shoved him out of the way of the bed. You picked up your phone and went to the closet. As soon as Kris saw the pile of clothes, his heart stopped. This might as well have been the end. “Baby...baby stop please.” He begged, holding your upper arm. “ Don’t talk to me..” You pulled him off, “Y/n!!” Kris grabbed you from behind. You shook in his arms, tears dropping onto Kris’s skin. “ You, baby… What happened..? You used to be so open with me…what happened?” He turned you around, pulling the hoodie down. Kris noticed how sore your lips were, and his heart began to boil again. He kissed you, holding you as tightly as he could. You kissed back for a short moment. “I don’t know..It’s not you. I get standoffish and feel like I’m bothering people after awhile so I pull myself inward.. every time I tried to tell you you’d get angry.. It makes it hard to talk to you. ” You looked up at Kris, holding his cheek. You kissed him deeply, leading him to your bed. Kris’s bed. He kissed your lips with fervor and you gently held your arms around Kris’s neck. Leaning back, Kris crawled on top. He lifted your hoodie off and accepted Kris’s lips on his neck. He kissed and licked the hickeys, as if to mock Chanyeol. You sighed, your fingers grasping the cloth of Kris’s shirt. Once Kris reached your breast, you stopped him. There was no feeling for you. You felt cold and tired. “Kris, I want to take a break.” The words hit Kris’s chest like a sharp paring knife, as if it was carving a hole in his heart. He stood up, running a hand through his fingers. You slipped your hoodie back on and texted Baekhyun. [L/n F/n] 11:22pm: Can I crash at you and Chan’s? I told Kris I need a break. [Byun Baek] 11:23pm: Shit. my ship is sailing and I get to have you stay at my place? Leggo. :D [L/n F/n] 11:23pm: Come asap. Kris’s mad. [Byun Baek] 11:24pm: Okay, Chanyeol is on his way. [L/n F/n] 11:24pm: I texted YOU. Not CHANYEOL. [Byun Baek] 11:24pm: I know, but I was so thirsty. I felt like some tea. <3 Talk to you soon, new roomie :D As you were texting your friend, Kris was trying to convince him to stay. He said he would get counseling, you said it wouldn’t help long. You would say it’s not the end, and Kris would say it might as well be.  You packed a duffle bag and placed it at the front door, Kris begging you to stay. “Where are you going to stay?” Kris asked, pulling the bag out of your hand. “I’m staying with Baek and his roommate.” You pulled it back, glaring at him. He didn’t dare touch it again. “Who’s his roommate?” “Kris, if you keep this up..” “Y/n, who is his roommate?” You turned around. Your cheeks were stained with tears. A sudden knock deferred his answer, and you walked to the door. You looked at Kris and bit down on your lip. “Kris, I’m not gonna make a decision anytime soon. I’m not leaving you, but I need some time to figure out myself. I’ve always been this way and I need to fix myself. You assumed me moving in would be a good idea and no matter how much I protested you didn’t listen. I knew this was going to happen.” Your voice choked at the last word. As much as you wanted to console your ex, you knew it was best to let him be. Anything he did while he was angry would add salt to the wound. You opened the door, Chanyeol stood there in a purple hoodie and black shorts. He took your bag, and looked beyond you for a moment. He made eye contact with Kris. An awkward tense air spread through the room like wildfire. The two made straight for each other. “You motherfucker, if you touch-” Kris moved closer to the door, his voice a lower octave and dripping with rage. Chanyeol stepped closer, accepting Kris’s challenge and cutting him off. “If you were a good boyfri-” You yelled, startling the other two. You pointed to Kris. “You. I’ll call you in a few days, I promise. Just give me some time. ” You then turned to Chanyeol, a smirk growing on the taller face. He couldn’t resist the pout on your face when you were angry. “You go to the car, I’ll be there in a minute. Wipe that smirk off your face too.”   Chanyeol nodded, a long finger trailing your neck. He looked at Kris one last time, mouthing out “I did that.” You hit his arm and pointed towards the exit. “Out, Park Chanyeol.” “Oh man, I’m gonna get it tonight.” “I wish Baekhyun came instead..” “I love you too, Y/n.” He laughed, waving at Kris with a wide grin.   You slammed the door in his face and walked over to Kris. The air between you felt larger than it was. “He’s charming.” Kris said sarcastically. “Like you can do better.” You laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. “I can do better than you.” He snapped, looking away from you. He didn’t need to see the tears that welled up in your eyes to know he fucked up. “I’m breaking up with you, Kris. I’ll get the rest of my stuff later.” With that you left the apartment, walked down the hallway, and took the stairs. If Kris ran after you it would be faster taking the stairs. He ran out the apartment building and into Chanyeol’s silver Mazda. When you slipped on your seat belt, Chanyeol wasn’t joke and giggles. He could tell the mood in your aura. He rubbed your thigh and drove towards the apartment. As you got closer to the apartment, you opened your mouth. “Hey Chan?” “Hm?” He drummed his fingers on the wheel as the light turned red. “If you ever want to be a homewrecker again, give me a heads up.” You chuckled softly. “How can I wreck my own relationship?” He gave a mischievous smirk, and it melted you. You didn’t want to admit it, but Chanyeol had a way of making you smile like no one else did. “Who said I was gonna date you?” You smirked, watching the cars pass by as Chanyeol drove through the now green light. “Your neck.” “….Did I ever tell you how cute I think Baekhyun is?” “Hey, I call dibs on Baekhyun.” “You’re gonna have to share.” “We can arrange that.” He grinned at you, turning onto his street. “What?” You bursted out laughing. “What? I thought it was a good idea..” He rubbed your thigh, smiling warmly at you. Your cheeks got warm and you found yourself turning away, hiding your face. The sudden exchange made your heart flutter, and relieved some tension. As Chanyeol drove into the parking garage of the college apartments, you felt at ease in his presence. You were ready to end this chapter, and start a new one.  

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Distractions pt 3

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Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Not really angst or fluff...I don’t really know

Summary: It was weird seeing him again. It was even weird knowing you’d be working with him, but you kinda had a feeling like it was going to be okay.

Word Count: 1721

Warning: like one use of the f-word...does this really require a warning?

“You wanted to see me?” 

“Ah, Yoongi. Yes, please take a seat.” Yoongi gladly accepted Bang PD’s offer and took a seat in front of his desk, “I wanted to talk to you about something. You see, I owe a friend a favor.”

Psh ‘favor’, Yoongi thought, Bang PD must’ve lost another bet again. He really should stop betting while he’s drunk.

“He needs help with something, and I think you’d be able to provide help.”

“What kind of help?”

“Well, you mentioned how wanted to try to produce for other artists. Since promotions are finished, and Bangtan isn’t working on another album yet, I thought I could give you an opportunity to help produce a song for another group.”

“Group? As in another idol group? Who...”

“You know 2S? The group under Music Box Entertainment?” Of course Yoongi knew, “They need help with a title track, and I offered to allow one of my producers to go do some sort of collaboration. So, how about it?”

Yoongi took in what Bang PD had to say. It was true, BTS wasn’t working on new music yet and he did want to try to produce for another artist. But he didn’t know how to feel about seeing...you. He knew this was a good opportunity to expand his credentials and gain more experience, but was it worth opening up a wound from years ago? 

It must have been worth it. 

“Uh, hello. I’m Min Yoongi of Bangtan Sonyeondan.” He bowed slightly at the five girls in front of him who in return bowed several times. The girls were obviously very excited to see one of their most admired sunbaenims standing in front of them. However, you were a different story. Yeah, you were smiling, but it was more awkward compared to the others’. 

Baek PD came around the aide of the long conference table, approaching Yoongi with a huge smile of joy and surprise,

“Wow, Bang PD said he was going to send over one of his producers...I never thought he’d send you! It’s such an honor.”

Yoongi waved his hands in denial, “Oh, no, no, no...”

“Ah, you don’t have to be so humble!” Baek PD pats the boy on his back, “But, thanks for agreeing to help us out. Why don’t we all take a seat, so we can start discussing the title track.” 

Everybody made their way over to the table but just stood there still in disbelief. Yoongi was right here. Yoongi was standing a few feet away from you. It was different from the time you ran into each other at that music show because now you’d actually have to talk to him...to interact with him. 

“Y/N? Are you going to take a seat...or do you want to stand?” Baek PD asked.

“Oh! Uh, right. Yes, I am going to take a seat...” You sit in the spot you always sat at. It just so happens that it was one seat away from Yoongi, and you thanked the gods that you had Sun-hee sitting in between you two. Seeing and talking to Yoongi was already enough for you, who knew how you’d fare if you had to sit next to him?

The meeting went on with no problems, other than you stealing quick glances at the pale boy who was once your boyfriend. You and the rest of 2S discussed with Yoongi and Music Box’s producers the type of music you guys wanted to make. Every time you stole a glance at him, you could see him quietly taking down notes on his laptop carefully listening to everything that each of the girls, you and Baek PD had to say. Finally, after so many years, you were able to see how he was in his element and you weren’t surprised. You knew he was the hardworking type, but seeing him actually work was such a nice thing to see. Sure, you didn’t want to see him. He made you cry. He made you insecure after your break up. He made you think, was I not good enough? But now, when you tried so hard to tell yourself not to feel anything towards him, you were feeling happy to know that he was where he wanted to be. He’s fulfilling his dream, and now you were fulfilling yours. Maybe working with him wasn’t going to be so bad.

“Okay, I think I have what I need. I’ll work with the producers and we’ll come up with some sort of demo in the next few days.” Yoongi stands and shakes Baek PD’s hand. He leaves with the other producers to get started on the song, but he doesn’t go without looking at you one last time. Your eyes lock for only a split second, but you could sense some sort of feeling in his eyes. It was a feeling you couldn’t read.

Yoongi came back to the dorms later that night. Kicking off his shoes, he entered the apartment and just goes into his room to finish writing the lyrics to 2S’ title track. His mind was racing with the picture of you bowing with your members greeting him earlier. You still looked like the same you that he broke up with, except now you looked more mature. You looked great. You looked happy. He wondered if you would be happy if he had stayed with you, if he hadn’t broken things off. 

Brushing those thoughts aside, he opened up an old notebook that he always kept for writing lyrics on the go and flips through the pages to see if anything would be useful, but stops when he gets to a certain page. Sometimes he’d glue things in his notebook. Anything that would give him inspiration he would put into this notebook, and on that particular page was a small wallet sized photo of you. His thumb glided across the image of your face.

“Hyung.” Yoongi jumped in his seat and quickly closed the notebook before Jimin could see,

“Jimin, you scared the fuck out of me. Can’t you at least knock?” The younger came in, rubbing the back of his head,

“Sorry, hyung. I just had a question...” He took a seat on Yoongi’s bed, “So my solo song I wrote for the WINGS album did pretty good...and I was wondering...I was wondering if I could help out writing another song...” 

Yoongi nods without hesitation. He wanted Jimin to explore his capabilities and if he wanted to write another song, then why not?

“Of course you can, Jiminie. Actually...” he thought to himself, should I tell him about this collab? It might be a good experience for him. 

He remembered that image of Jimin getting all giddy when you had mentioned him in that interview. He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to reveal that he was collaborating with your company to produce a song for your group which Jimin happened to like. 

“What, hyung?”

It is just one song...not like he’s going to sing with them...It’s not like he’s going to see you...

“...uh, well Bang PD gave me a project...and...uh well I have to write this song, you can help if you want.” Yoongi wasn’t lying. He was indeed writing a song, he just didn’t say who for. 

“Really! Wah, thank you hyung!” Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at his dongsaeng’s adorableness. He had Jimin pull over a chair and shared with him the notes he jotted down during the meeting. Yoongi enjoyed working with Jimin. They always played off of each other’s ideas very well, and soon enough the two of them writes an entire chorus and two verses within a course of only an hour. All that was left was the bridge, which Yoongi said he’d take care of. 

“Hyung, I got a question.”

“Yeah?”

“This song...it doesn’t really sound like something we would sing...is this not for Bangtan?” Jimin gestured to the computer screen that displayed all the freshly written lyrics. 

“Oh...well...I just wanted to experiment a little, you know?” Yoongi was glad to see Jimin nod his head as he bought his hyung’s excuse.

“Y/N-ah, do you mind passing me the cotton balls? They’re in the drawer to the left over there.” Sun-hee pointed to the dresser in your shared room. You were in bed comfortably rewatching your performances from your debut period, and so you groaned when your roommate asked for a simple favor,

“C’mon, Y/N-ah...pleeeeease? For your favorite unnie?” You could never deny Sun-hee’s puppy dog eyes, so you unwillingly got up from your comfortable position and grabbed the bag of fluffy cotton balls from the drawer. You hand the bag to Sun-hee who’s on the floor giving herself a pedicure,

“Thank you!” She giggled as you slumped back into your bed. She found it especially amusing when you continued to snuggle yourself deeper in the bed,

“What’s so funny, unnie?”

“Nothing. What do you think of Suga sunbaenim.” You stop rustling in bed. Your members loved talking about senior groups that they liked, but the sudden mention of Yoongi caught you off guard,

“W-what do you mean...”

“Mm, well I saw the way he was looking at you earlier during the meeting.” Luckily you were covered with the pile of blankets covering you so that she couldn’t see the flustered look on your face,

“He was...looking at me?”

“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t notice Y/N-ah. I saw him stealing small glances at you...hmmmm....maybe somebody has a little crush.” Sun-hee squealed as she got up to poke at you,

“Oh, shut up unnie. I’m pretty sure that you’re just over analyzing the situation.” You told yourself that, but you couldn’t help but hope that perhaps he was looking at you. 

“Whatever, Y/N-ah. I’m just saying...if an opportunity comes your way...” you took a pillow and threw it at Sun-hee who manages to catch it before it hits her in the face, “Yah!” She laughed as she began to commence in an intense pillow fight with you. You didn’t care if she whacked you in the face, as long as it got her mind away from the thought of Yoongi. It must’ve worked because Sun-hee didn’t mention one word about him for the rest of the night, but you, on the other hand, couldn’t get Yoongi out of your mind.

A/N: sorry that this part kinda just felt like filler...but it sorta was...but hopefully the next part will be exciting

Gif not mine, credits to the owner