#all of the exams are online and open-book so like... it’s going to be okay

[mxsonxmountx]

MM x Exam Season

Word count: 804

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: Open/Close

Bold: Mason

Italics: you

AN: I don’t go to uni so i had to look at the grades online, pls forgive me. I had this all typed out on my laptop which was supposed to be longer, then it all got deleted 🙃😭

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You’ve had exams every other day for the past 2 weeks. 2 weeks you haven’t seen your boyfriend Mason, 2 weeks you haven’t seen your family. Being known as masons’ girlfriend had its pros and cons, being in the family and friends area at Chelsea every other week was the best part. Cons? Not seeing him as much as you’d like and the hate. But with both having busy schedules you both came to terms with it eventually. You had your last exam in a weeks’ time, you agreed that Mason could stay for the week since the football season is over. You was in your garden with your books and he was kick his ball up and down on the concrete, you never had an issue with it but the sound was beginning to irritate you more than you thought.

“Mase please can you stop? Just for two hours? Please? I really need to concentrate.” “But you don’t give me attention when you study. I haven’t seen my girlfriend in weeks and all she does is study when I’m around” and with that his ball smashes your laptop “y/n I’m sorry. Please forgive me” you didn’t even stay to accept his apology, you went straight to your study room, locked yourself in and screamed. You had books that you could study from, but all your notes was on your laptop... every single note you made was on there, and now it’s gone. Because of your boyfriend couldn’t wait for a couple of hours for your attention.

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Before you knew it, it’s was approaching 7pm and you could smell the freshness of something cooking but you hadn’t done any shopping in weeks due to stressing over your exams. “Why have you done this? I told you I’d be okay on a coffee and red bull” “I made it because I can tell that’s all what you’ve had for the past two weeks, I’ve made you a proper home cooked stew. Just like when we was kids, what my mum used to make us both” “I’ll eat it, but after I need to study” “not until I’ve given you a bath, you need to relax. I can tell that your stress levels are through the roof. You don’t need to stress too much you’ve got the final exam and I know that you will pass it without a doubt” just those words made you cry, yes all the stress and build-up of the anxiety hasn’t helped but that just topped it off and you needed a good cry. “I know I know but it’s just all too much for me right now. I’m sorry that I haven’t been replying to your calls, or seeing you properly in the last two weeks but this is the big exam Mase” he hugged you even tighter than before “listen its okay. Once this final exam is over with, we’ll go on holiday. Just you and me. We need some time together we’ve both been stressed and struggling at the moment. We deserve it” you both stay there for a little while longer before deciding to eat.

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A week later you was awake at 5am, going over your notes that you made, ready to leave for uni at 8am, for the exam to start at 9:15. You was nervous but you could just about keep your nerves to a limit. Going into the hall you felt your phone vibrate and it was a message from mason:

Mase: good luck today angel, we’re all behind you. Go make us all proud. See you soon. Love you xxxxx

You didn’t have enough time to reply but he was definitely your good luck charm. All the weeks of studying is now down to this final exam.

Roughly a month later, it was results day. You wanted everyone to be there with you but it wasn’t possible, so you and Mase decided to set up both laptops (he brought you a new one) and have a zoom call so your family, his family and the Chelsea boys could celebrate with you all at once. You would be getting the results via email, time was going slow, slower than before. Your anxiety was skyrocketing and so was your blood pressure. You kept refreshing your emails from 8:58, you was too nervous to read them out for yourself so Mason read them out for everyone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the results are in…” “Hurry up Mase please this isn’t helping” “I can proudly say my girlfriend got a…” “It’s not higher than D1 is it?” “A1! You’ve passed baby! You’ve passed!” Everyone cheered, you couldn’t believe it, and you passed all the stress was finally worth it. “I can’t believe I did it, I passed. I’m now officially smarter than my footballer boyfriend” “watch it misses”

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[lavenderslemonade]

hello can i req f! s/o pranking their boyfriends pretending to sneak out at night? if possible can you do this with ran and rindou? you can do anyone else too!

Requests: Open! Please specify if you want a HC or Fic! If you fail to do so you will have a higher chance of being skipped

Warnings: SFW

Reader Sneaking Out Prank

Ran:

- You wouldn't consider yourself a clingy girlfriend. You never begged Ran for attention when you were together, instead, you felt at peace just sitting in silence enjoying each other's presence.

- However, that doesn't mean that every once in a while you wouldn't like to cuddle. Usually, when you'd come over you'd rest on Ran's bed doing homework as he mashed away at the game controller in his hand. He'd let you choose the playlist (if you need music in the background to study) while he waited for you to finish your school work.

- Ran was never the type to care for his education, usually skipping classes with his younger brother, however he never judged you for being a bookworm....Okay, that's a lie, he picks on you a bit, but that's okay.

- However, it was a silent rule that once you were finished with your school work Ran would put down his game controller and join you up in his bed to simply cuddle and watch a movie or even just nap after you've had a long day.

- So even though you'd lowered the music volume, closed your school books, and announced that you were done with your homework, why was he still mashing away at his controller?

- Again, you don't consider yourself clingy, but exams were coming up, your parents had been putting extra pressure on you as you were in your senior year, and the thing you wanted the most right now was to have your boyfriends arms wrapped around you.

- You wait a few minutes, wondering if he'll notice that you've stopped scribbling in your journal, however he continues to press away at the buttons in his hand. You try gently calling out to him to which he responds to give him five more minutes.

- After that comment you can't help but pout a little bit, jealous that his hands were on something other than you. Trying not to get to upset you decide to step out and message your friends, curious to see how long it'd take for him to realize you're gone.

- You're extra quiet, trying your best to get off the squeaky bed without him noticing, he doesn't even shift his eyes when you climb off, and sneak over to his door, slipping out into the hall way.

- Rin has his door closed and neither of their parents are home, thus it's quite easy to slip out the front door of the Haitani household.

- At first you think about going to the park down the street to hangout, however, the street lights were coming on and the last thing you want is to be harrassed by some random guys who notice a girl all alone at the swingset. No, instead you simply take a seat on the sidewalk beside the homes fence, pulling out your phone and texting away.

- You spend maybe the next twenty minutes going through emails, messaging friends, looking through your social media, etc.

- One of your closefriends ends up noticing your activity online and snapping you asking if you were with your boyfriend since you usually spent certain days together. Deciding to snap her back to tell her you've been abandoned for a video game, you hold up a peace sign, and click on the message waiting for your camera to show your face.

- Instead, you end up screaming and nearly dropping your phone as you notice Ran squating down behind you, his presence nearly giving you a heart attack as his and your face pop up in the camera.

- You're clutching your chest as he laughs at your reaction, stating he'd been sitting behind you for the past five minutes. You were so engrossed in your phone you never heard him walk out.

- He happily announces that he's done gaming and that he's finally ready to indulge in you.

- You do cave once you've calmed down, following him back inside and opting to be spooned so you can be turned away from him, pouting at the early grave he nearly sent you to while he simply gives small kisses on the back of your neck and laughs into your shoulder as he holds you close.

Rindou:

- Rin is a cuddler in private and you can't convince me other wise.

- One of his favorite things when the two of you get to spend time together is simply resting his head on your chest and watching a movie or just talking to one another about your day.

- However, because of the comfort your provide it's easy for him to fall asleep. Thus, you'll usually take off his glasses and put them on his nightstand before kissing his head and running your fingers through his hair.

- Will silently admit one night when you're staying over after he and his brother had a gang meeting that he sleeps best when you're there. You can't help but chuckle and state he could always cuddle a pillow to which he huffs that it's just not the same.

- Another important thing to note, you can only cuddle in his room. The two of you cuddled on the couch once and both dozed off only to wake up to Ran snickering and snapping pictures of the two of you to post on his social media.

- Rin was honestly livid and you had to keep his head to your chest to prevent him from getting up and killing his brother.

- Instead you simply go to all of Ran's social media where he's posted the two of you and report the pictures. Gets his accounts suspended for like a week and he just glares at you every once in a while throughout that week when you're around.

- Today was just another day where Rin has dozed off after mumbling about his day, and honestly, you were about to join him since it had already gotten late, but your phone began to buzz. Quickly, you reached over to silence it but saw that it was your friend calling. Before you could accept the call, you received the notification that you had missed it.

- Before you could put your phone down again, it began to ring to life once more, thus you decided it wouldn't hurt if you stepped out before the noise woke Rin. You don't know how but somehow you were able to slip from his grasp and into the hallway.

- You could clearly hear the music blaring from Ran's room as he did who knows what, thus you felt it'd be best to step outside to speak.

- For the next ten minutes you listened as your friend cried about her boyfriend who'd cheated on her once again, and even though for the past year you've told her not to get back together with him, she just kept ignoring you.

- Thus, you sat on the house steps, chin in your hand as you listened to her sob. Once she calmed down she stated she was just going to go binge watch a show and then go to bed to get her mind off him.

- You knew she was probably going to be blowing up his phone instead.

- By the time you hung up you raised a brow as Rindou's name popped up on your screen, the text stating that an image was attached. Curiously you click on it, and see that he sent a picture of you from the top window of the house.

- You peer up and noticed your boyfriend staring down at you with crossed arms and a scowl. Smirking, you wave up at him and watch as he walks away from the window. You think he's coming downstairs to pout and join you however as soon as you hear footsteps near the door you also hear a click.

- He just locked you out of the house...

- The next ten minutes are spent with you blowing up your boyfriends phone, begging to be let back in. You ever go to the side of the house, picking up small pebbles and throwing them at Ran's window.

- You're happy to see him come over to his window, raising a brow down at you to which you call out that his younger brother had locked you out of the house and to please let you in.

- Bastard smirks and closes his blinds before going back to doing whatever he was up to.

- The only way Rin lets you back in is when you text him telling him he could be little spoon.

- He has the door open in the next two minutes.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 5

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.7K

SUMMARY | Y/N finds out about the bar exam, and has to share the great news with everyone. She realizes she has to tell Bucky she will be going on a trip to Italy for 3 months with Eve, but she doesn't know he has a surprise planned for her.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, smut [ oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, light praise kink ].

A/N | Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading my first ever fic! I would like to start off by saying that English isn’t my first language (I’m Dutch after all 😉) so every mistake you find – spelling or otherwise – is completely my own. I would appreciate you spreading the love about this fic, and I ofcourse hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

'Doll, you should look at the screen, because you're going to work for S.I. very soon', those words just kept bouncing around in Y/N's head, just like the kiss she shared with Bucky. Those soft lips, the even softer kiss they shared after she found out she's going to take the oath and becoming a lawyer. The kiss that neither of them wanted to pull away from, but it just felt right in that moment. All the excitement and love poured into that one kiss, it felt like heaven on earth. Her hands on his broad chest just felt right, like they always belonged there. The look in his eyes when she pulled way told her everything she wanted to know. He wants her too, just like she has been wanting him since their first meeting.

Suddenly, the realization came rushing back that she would be leaving for the 3 month trip around Italy soon, and she couldn't bare to tell Bucky that she had to leave, so soon after they finally found each other. She decided to worry about that after this conversation, because she had to tell her dad the good news first. She went to the bakery right away after she found out, she just couldn't wait until she saw him again tonight. She opened the door and the familiar smell of the bakery was hanging in the air, her dad as excited as always to see her. ''Hey sunshine, your glowing like the actual sun!'' he welcomed her with a big smile on his face. ''Well, that's because I have some great news to share with you dad. I just found out I passed the bar exam, so I will officially become a lawyer! The results were posted online about 30 minutes ago, I came here right away to tell you!'' she said, but her face got flushed with the memory of the kiss with Bucky.

''I have a feeling I'm not the first to hear about this news?'' he said with a knowing smirk on his face, because Tony had secretly kept him up to date about his plans to play cupid for Y/N and Bucky. ''Okay, you got me, but can we not talk about that here? I don't want everyone to know, dad...'' she said shyly. They walked into his office in the back of the bakery, and shut the door so the staff knew not to interrupt them. ''Over the last year, I kind of developed a... a little crush, I guess... on Bucky. The night of the party he came to help me when you went to get Tony, and ever since then we have bonded a lot, mostly over books and things like that, and somewhere along the way I started to get feelings for him. It feels like he is my soulmate, dad, but I'm still scared, especially after what happened last time...'' she continued as tears welled up in her eyes. Her dad grabbed her arms softly and rubbed loving circles with his thumb in order to sooth her a little bit, patiently waiting for her to continue.

''But I haven't told anyone how I felt yet, well besides Tony obviously, I'm well aware he told you about Bucky. He's not as smooth as he thinks he may be sometimes...'' she said followed by a soft chuckle. ''Well, I accidentally ran into him when I was going to look at my results and he noticed I was nervous, so he offered to look at them with me, so we did. Out of my excitement that I passed I kissed him, and it felt so right dad, it honestly felt like the world just faded away and we were the only people left. Then I remembered I'm going to Italy with Eve next week, and I'll be gone for three months and I don't know how to tell him that because I don't want to break his heart, or my own for that matter.'' she finished with a deep red hue on her face. ''I don't want to hurt him by giving him the feeling that I'm running away for three months right after this happened.'' she stated.

Her dad took her face in his hand and said ''Sunshine, first of all I'm happy you passed the exam, but we will come back to that later. I honestly think you should tell Bucky how you feel, or at the very least let him know that even though you will be leaving next week, it is not because of your kiss. He will understand, you had this trip with Eve planned for 8 months now, I'm sure he'll get that you're not leaving because of him. Judging by the things Tony told me, Bucky practically worships the ground you walk on, he noticed every little glance he threw your way. The least you can do is tell him you're going, you owe him that much, sunshine.'' and Y/N knew her dad was right as always, he knew just the right things to say. ''You're right dad, thank you for listening to me, I'm glad I will always have you to confide in.'' and she pulled him in for a big hug.

She asked her dad for some treats for Tony and all the other Avengers, so she could tell them the good news, because she would be seeing them a lot more after becoming a lawyer and working at the Compound. Once she arrived back at the Compound, she noticed all the Avengers were back, and asked JARVIS to send everyone to the big conference room in 2 hours for an important meeting, which he did. She took her laptop from her dad's bakery with her this time, so she still had time to FaceTime Eve before the meeting with the Avengers. ''Hey Babe, what's going on?!'' Eve asked with a worried face, and suddenly Y/N realized it is 4 AM back in the Netherlands, she woke up her best friend.

''Oh god Eve, I'm so sorry I woke you up! I have some incredible news to share and I couldn't wait for another week to tell you... You know I took the bar exam a couple weeks ago right? To become a lawyer in New York? Well, I FOUND OUT I PASSED THE EXAM! I'M GONNA BE A LAWYER!'' she exclaimed and happy tears trailed down her face, the excitement finally coming out. Eve and Y/N celebrated for a little bit before she went back to sleep, they said their goodbyes and not long after that, the Avengers came in one after the other. She introduced herself to everyone she hasn't seen yet - Scott, Sam, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Thor and Loki - and gave a big hug to Steve who already knew what happened since Bucky couldn't keep his mouth shut. Then Bucky walked in after him, and the two of them immediately got a red flush on their faces, remembering the kiss a few hours ago. They gave each other a hug anyways, and held on for a bit longer than usual, not wanting to let each other go.

When everyone sat down, Tony and Pepper walked in together, Y/N practically running up to the both of them, almost pushing them over in her excitement and the hugs she gave. ''Ah, now I understand why we were asked here, Tony is leaving Pepper for her...'' Sam scoffed but got a piercing look from Bucky and Steve so he immediately shut up. Once everyone sat down, she firstly introduced herself to everyone. ''Well, hi everyone, as you know by now I'm Y/N Y/L/N. During the party a year ago Tony announced I would maybe be working for S.I. as head of the legal department and as his lawyer, and as you may have guessed by now, I will officially be taking on those roles as soon as I have taken the oath in a couple of months.'' Bucky and Steve had an incredibly proud and loving look on their face, the other Avengers whooped and applauded loudly. Tony and Pepper had such big smiles on their face, Y/N was sure they would rip in half if they didn't stop smiling soon.

Tony was the first to get up and walk towards Y/N, picking her up in a big bear hug. ''I told you you would pass it! I always believe in you honey, don't you ever forget that. Congratulations! Have you told your dad yet?'' he asked when he put her down, and Y/N nodded, saying she told him right after she got the results. She glanced over at Bucky, not wanting to tell him about the kiss in front of everyone. Next up came Pepper, ''We're so incredibly proud of you, honey, we really are. Welcome to the family!'' she said, and Y/N acted a little offended and scoffed that she already was part of the family. There were more congratulations coming from the room, and she thanked everyone. ''Now that the meeting is over, you can all go back to what you were doing before, I still have some work to do!'' Y/N said.

All the Avengers came by for a hug and to congratulate her personally, Nat and Wanda saying they should get together for a girls night soon so they can get to know Y/N better since she will be part of the family now. Thor and Loki were the last ones to congratulate her and leave, leaving only Y/N and Bucky in the room. He didn't want to go just yet, and she didn't want him to go either. Y/N closed the door and walked up to Bucky to tell him she would be leaving for three months, but before she had the chance to do anything she was swept off her feet by Bucky. He gently put her down on the table and stood between her legs, softly cupping her cheeks with his big hands. ''You know, ever since you kissed me earlier, it was all I could think about, how I want more of those. It just felt so right, and I would like to congratulate you again.'' he said with lust filled eyes looking into her own.

Bucky slowly closed the gap between them again, and when he felt her soft lips against his again, his brain instantly turned to mush and all he could think about was her lips, and how soft she felt under his hands. She wrapped her legs around Bucky's waist in order to pull him even closer and put her hands over his shoulders. He licked her bottom lip for entrance which she happily granted, their tongues exploring and tasting each other like it was a matter of life and death. After a little while they became slow, loving, lazy kisses as if they have done it a million times before. They finally leave and Y/N realized she was absolutely dripping with wetness, her panties positively soaked and she felt Bucky's erection against her thigh. As much as she would have wanted him to fuck her right then and there, she still had to tell him about the Italy trip.

Softly panting, Y/N said his name, but it didn't register at first. ''Bucky!'' she said again, and he finally stepped back a little and looked at her. ''I have to tell you something, and I'm not quite sure about the best way to do it so I'm just gonna say it. I'll be leaving to go on a trip to Italy next week, and I'll be gone for three months. I'm sorry.'' she said with a hurt look in her eyes, feeling her heart being shattered. ''I'm going on a road trip through Italy with my best friend from the Netherlands, Eve, and we will be gone for three months to catch up, and enjoy life before I will be a lawyer and all that.'' she said, seeing the same hurt in his eyes. He took another step back, letting go of her completely now. ''Three months?!'' he said in his deep voice, but softer than normal. ''How am I supposed to survive three months without you there?! I don't think I'll be able to survive for that long without those amazing kisses, and the way your breath feels against my neck when we cuddle, your soft touch against my skin when I touch you...'' he said, but he knew he didn't want to be the reason she stayed behind.

~ The Italy trip ~

Right before she was supposed to go to the airport, Bucky showed up at Tony's office where Tony and Y/N were catching up before she had to go, and Tony offered to drop her off at the airport. Right at that moment, Bucky walked in and said ''I can do it!'' quickly and he almost tripped over his own feet, getting a chuckle out of Y/N at the sight. ''I can drop you off at the airport, I'm sure Tony is busy right?'' he said with a pointed look, and suddenly Tony pretended to have way more work than he actually did, so Bucky could drive her. When they arrived at the airport and it was time to say goodbye, Bucky gave her a present, and he said she was allowed to open it once she arrived in Italy. ''Wow, thank you Bucky! I can't wait to find out what it is!'' she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him in for a hug, her head resting in the crook of his neck. When they let go they couldn't help but kiss one last time, since it would be the last time for three months they could. It was just the two of them so they quickly deepened the kiss, not caring for the strangers that could see them. After they let go, Y/N waved goodbye and sent him a kiss through the air, and his cheeks got deep red at the sight.

Y/N and Eve decided to meet up at the airport in Venice, since that is where their journey would start. The two of them haven't seen each other in almost a year now, and the reunion was filled with lots of hugs, laughter and even more tears. ''Babe, I'm so happy I get to spend the next three months with you, I missed you so much!'' Eve said, and all Y/N could do was agree. They headed to the hotel they would stay at for the first two weeks, and they plopped down on their beds, just wanting to sleep. The time difference for Eve wasn't a problem, but after more than a decade in the US, Y/N really did have a big problem with the time difference. Before she could even think about anything else, she fell asleep, and slept until the next day.

''Goodmorning babe, you ready for a new day?'' Eve asked, deciding to let Y/N sleep for as long as possible since she needed it in order to get over het jetlag. ''I am! But I just remembered I still have a present I have to unpack. Bucky gave it to me yesterday, and I was so tired I didn't even have time to open it yet.'' she said. ''Bucky? I don't think you've mentioned him before?!'' Eve said with a knowing look, she knew her best friend like the back of her hand, and Y/N decided to tell her later about him, first she wanted to open the present. It was wrapped in beautiful gold wrapping paper, she opened it very carefully. Inside was a journal in the same shade of red as the lipstick she always wore, on the front it said ''Y/N's travel journal - Italy 2023'' in beautiful lettering done in white. She immediately knew this had to be Steve's doing, since he loved doing artsy stuff like that.

''Oh wow, that is incredibly thoughtful of him, I like him already!'' Eve said. ''Is there anything inside?'' she asked, and Y/N opened the journal to find a picture of all the Avengers and Pepper holding her baby bump, with a note on the back saying ''We wish you a lot of fun, and can't wait to hear all your stories when you're back! Lots of love from your Avengers family''. That is when she also noticed something in the front of the journal, Bucky wrote something himself on the first page.

'So, you landed safely, huh? I would love to make sure you're safe, so please shoot me a text when you read this.' with an arrow pointed towards the inside cover where he wrote his number. 'I am incredibly lucky to know you, and I can't wait to tell you that every day for as long as you'll have me when you come back. When you arrive in Pisa in 2 months, make sure to look for some familiar faces who will be very happy to see you. ;) Doll, I hope you will have the best vacation anyone has ever had, and I can't wait to receive more of those special kissed from you. ~ Bucky'

After reading this, she had tears in her eyes and she grabbed her phone right away in order to put his number in it and text him.

Doll ❤️: [ Hey Bucky, it's me, Y/N! I just opened your present and I wanted to thank you, this means the world to me! I can't believe you managed to get everyone into the photo, and I also can't wait to see all of you again. Also, dare I ask about who I will be seeing in Pisa in two months?! 👀 ]

Bucky 🖤: [ Hi doll, I'm glad you got there safe and sound. And no, because I won't tell you 😉 ]

After this, Eve and Y/N decided to go lay by the pool for the day after changing into their bikini's that they got especially for this trip. They took a book, a towel and their sunglasses down too, but they both knew they wouldn't read a single word, especially after Eve found out about Bucky and she wanted to know everything. Y/N's mind wandered when they were laying poolside, and all the thought about was Bucky, about the things she wanted him to do to her when she finally got back.

''Doll, please spread those pretty legs for me, so I can have my breakfast.'' Bucky said with a smirk on his face, looking in your eyes when he sat down on his knees, in between your legs, his hands softly running up her thighs until they reached the place she needed him so badly. Bucky trailed the fingers of his vibranium hand through your folds gathering the wetness that already pooled there, even though he hadn't even touched you yet. ''So fucking wet for me already doll, you're such a good girl for me.'' he said praising her. He slowly pushed two of his fingers inside, and started rubbing her clit with thumb. ''Oh god Bucky yes, right there!'' you exclaimed and you ran your hands through his hair in an effort to pull him to your soaking cunt, so he could lick and suck there until you couldn't walk straight.

''Bucky please, I- I-...'' is all you could say when he picked up the pace with his fingers, pushing them inside up to his knuckles while continuing to rub your clit in circles, your orgasm creeping up on you faster than you would like to admit. ''B-B- Bucky, I need you to.. to.. lick me until I cum! So close!'' she said, and Bucky did as he was asked, knowing what all this stimulation would do. He was here to get all of it, and he hummed a little bit to get you even closer to the edge. All he could hear were loud moans, whines and something that was supposed to be his name, but he is licking and fingering you so hard you can't think straight, only chasing the high he wanted to provide.

He kept going and suddenly your orgasm washed over you, making your legs tremble around Bucky and your eyes roll back together with your head. You feel yourself squirt your juices all over Bucky's fingers, face and the bed, but you don't care, you enjoy every last moment of this orgasm while Bucky coaxes you through it with his fingers. ''Fuck doll, I fucking love it when you squirt all over me, makes me feel so good to know you're my good girl.''

She got ripped out of her thoughts when she felt Eve tapping her arm again, she has been trying to get your attention for a while, not being successful until now. Suddenly Y/N realizes her phone is ringing, and she quickly picks up without looking at the caller ID. ''Hello, this is Y/N?'' she said in Dutch, not realizing that no one except Eve has your American number so you felt stupid already. ''Hmm doll, you can talk to me in Dutch more often if it always sounds like that.'' Bucky said, and Y/N got flushed right away. ''Uh, Bucky hi, I'm sorry I didn't realize it was you calling. Are you okay?'' she asked. ''Yeah I'm fine, just wondering how you were doing, I missed you actually. I'm going on a mission for the next 1.5 months and I can't talk much, so I decided I'd call you now that I still have the time.'' he explained. You talked a little bit about Italy, how it was, the mission, and stuff like that, before he had to go.

The next 2 months flew by like it was nobody's business, and Y/N and Eve were finally on their way to Pisa. Y/N wrote a lot in her journal, talking about all the things she did with Eve, as well as some dreams she had about Bucky. When they arrive in their hotel in Pisa they get settled and Y/N texts Bucky that she arrived at her next destination, and he wishes them a lot of fun, and he hoped that him and all the others being there for a week would be as amazing as he hoped when he planned it. He just couldn't wait to see her face again, and to kiss those soft, cherry red lips again.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes

[softsnzstuff]

Inspired by this post from @blooming-trees , decided to write a little something with Doctor Office AU Eddie.

I’m not a big fan of writing first person pov stories, so this will prob be a one and done - but thought it could be fun to have the reader be the patient in question. 😳🥵 -KB

*****

Pulling into the parking lot, you sigh heavily. Your new job required every employee complete a physical health evaluation and just your luck - your town’s doctors were all booked for the next two months. But you sucked it up and drove an hour and a half away to the next town over. The only place with an availability so soon because you desperately needed to start this job.

Hawkins. Not your first choice of town by any means. Small towns always sort of gave you the heebie jeebies. You got out of your car, forms in hand, and made your way inside. The girl at the reception desk was laughing at someone behind her when you walked in.

The bell above the door chimed and alerted her to your arrival. “Hi!” She greeted, “So sorry. They’re just being silly back there. You have an appointment?”

“Uh yeah. 2 O’clock with Dr.Munson or something?”

The girl, whose name tag told you was Robin, scrolled on her computer, “Perfect! And I see you submitted your paperwork online already. I just have two consent forms I need you to sign and you’ll be good to go.”

Robin smiled, hanging you a clipboard and pen over the counter, forms attached. You looked around the mostly empty waiting room and took a seat, beginning to skim through the papers.

“K’TSCHiew! Heh-issshue! H’atSSew!”

Your head shoots up as you unconsciously look for the source of the sound. Shit, that was hot. Robin chuckled to herself before swiveling around and yelling over her shoulder.

“Bless you Doctor Rockstar!!”

There came a mumbled reply, too faint to make out. Jesus Christ - if that was the doctor sneezing?? This appointment was about to get way more interesting. Quickly you scribbled a half legible signature on the two forms before standing up and hanging them back to Robin.

Moments later the nurse called you back. Male nurse - nice. He was tall and slender, hair pushed back out of his face.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.” He said.

You smiled and nodded. He already knew your name from the chart. The man took you to an exam room after taking note of your height and weight. Another itchy sounding sneeze came from the back room. You bit down hard on your lip trying to act normal.

“Any concerns you’d like me to bring up with Dr.Munson?” He asked.

“Uh no. Just here for my work checkup.” You said, hanging Steve the form you’d been white knuckling.

“Okay!” Steve took the paper and attached it to your chart. “He should be in soon alright?”

You nodded as he shut the door. It was only a few minutes later that there was a knock on the door before a man walked in. He was wearing scrubs under his white coat and his hair was pulled back into a bun.

“Doctor Rockstar, I presume?” You asked jokingly.

The man laughed, rolling his eyes, “That’s what my peds patients call me, yeah. And my colleagues when they want to be silly…. Anyways you can call me Eddie.”

He reached out and shook your hand. You stared at into his big brown eyes. They looked a little puffy and his nose was red.

“So I hear we’ll be doing a quick hehh checkup- ixxtCHU! Gxxxtch! H’Nxxt! Excuse me!” He had ducked down into the sleeve of his coat.

“B- bless you.” You stammered after a too-long pause, realizing you would be rude to ignore the outburst.

He sniffled, turning his attention back to you. “You look a bit flushed. Let’s check your temperature really quickly.”

You felt like your brain was short circuiting. Had you really been blushing that hard?? And now he thinks you have a fever?! Before you could even collect your thoughts, he was coming at you with the metal instrument.

“Open please.” He smiled.

You did as you were told, fidgeting slightly as the thermometer did it’s job. After a few moments he pulled it out. “98.6! Perfect!”

“Yay!” You said awkwardly, immediately regretting it.

He slipped off the plastic cover and threw it away, placing the instrument back in the drawer before turning to the side rather dramatically, “HihUSHew! E’KTSHiew! Snfsnff NG’issh’ue!”

As he straightened out again, he plucked a tissue from the box on the counter, back of his wrist still held to his fact.

“I’m so sorry!” He paused to blow his nose and wash his hands.

When he turned back towards you, you were staring at him, eyes wide.

“Oh my gosh.” He said, “I’m so sorry! I promise I’m not sick, my allergies are the worst. I can wear a mask if you’re uncomfortable?”

“No!” You said almost too quickly. No way did you want him to cover up that tickly nose of his. Backtracking a little, you rephrased, “You don’t have to do that, it’s alright I totally understand.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, “I know it’s kind of gross.”

“I don’t mind.” Jesus Christ who says something like that??

He nodded, putting on his stethoscope. He chuckled to himself as he listened.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” He looked up at you and smiled, “It’s okay, doctors make me nervous too. Good news is, everything seems great! And if you have no other concerns, I’m more than happy signing off on this paperwork for you.”

“Thanks so much!” You say.

God, everything about this was so awkward. Turned on by your own doctor and he could see all the physiological signs. He scribbled on the paper and handed it to you.

“Thanks again, Doctor Rockstar.” You teased.

He laughed as he turned to exit the room, “No problem. Nice meeting yihh you H’iKSHtiew!”

When you’d checked out and gotten back to your car, you huffed a sigh. Yeah. Thank god this was not your regular doctors office. Way too distracting and embarrassing.

#s/tranger t/hings #doctors office au #doctor!eddie #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #r/obin b/uckley #snzblr #kb writes #kb au’s #snz kink #reader insert

[archie-tan7]

If I could turn back time, what would I do differently and why?

Oooohh, I like this question. Umm, so first of all, let's begin from the beginning. Okay, so the exact point in time where I want to go back is 7th grade. The first time I decided to not go outside and watch Kdramas instead. Yup, not doing that again. Even if it was hard, I would try my best to make time for playing outside, maybe not with others since I understand why an 11-year-old me felt so left out. But I would not ignore her physical health. And also, I would find a good music teacher, or if not, then learn vocal techniques online. Try to bond more with Papa. Understand Mumma more. Guide my younger brother better. Be a better friend to my bestie. Read more. Start maintaing a diary and also hiding it better. Be more friendly to people and a bit extroverted. STOP eating junk food and develop healthier eating habits filled with nutrition. Develop and MAINTAIN good hygiene.

In 8th grade, I would stop being resentful of a senior who got selected for a solo singing part instead of me. Also, I would learn skincare and exercise routines. I would also be more confident in class since I always feared being wrong. Who cares if I'm wrong? Fuck that shit. Be more grateful towards my friends who really cared about me. I would take singing and music more seriously as a hobby. Study more and get that academic excellence award. Start to learn more about the world aka read newspaper.

In 9th grade, again I would just maintain good physical activity and skin care. Plus, get motivated to do well academically from my friends. I would work on my self-esteem issues and just be more self-aware and self-reflective. Also, stop being less of a bitch to my parents. Plus, read more books. Also, I would stand up for the class prefect position. I would NEVER write that cringey ass letter to my then friends about being insecure and instead actually open up. And also, stop my benchmate for fatshaming me. Develop a habit of writing creative stuff.

In 10th grade, I would take my studies more seriously because I'm pretty confident that I could become one of the toppers in my school and they would fucking put my name on the school website to make sure everyone knows and I get the credit I deserve. I would let go of my infatuation to my then crush. Again, I would be more outspoken and friendly. I would actually enjoy my trip, instead of being a depressed bitch and also have a good time in that pool. I would consistently journal, read books, writing, practice singing and studying. Most importantly, I would not take Science stream and not join coaching for medical entrance exam. Fuck that shit. I would choose humanities and work towards my career of a psychologist. I would start treatment for PCOS.

In 11th grade, I would either actually pay attention in class or study the books on my own. I would continue singing, reading and introspection. I would learn more housework and kitchen. Learn about personal finance. Make a career plan. Talk to my school friends more often. Work on my glow-up. Take my medications. Do well in exams. Participate in competitions. Develop writing skills for temporary jobs. Stay away from online addiction. Start doing hair care. Not talk with any stranger on the Internet. Guide my brother better. Get therapy.

In 12th grade, I would take my studies even more seriously. Become THAT girl: healthy diet, workout, journaling, meditation, academics, social life, skincare, hair care. Definitely get into my dream college. Have a plan for my career in psychology in college. Work on developing my style: fashion, makeup, walk, personality. Separate my fantasy from reality. Continue everything from above.

Post-college entrance exam, start action on career before college starts. Internships, read journals and books, find connections on LinkedIn. Make goals for all the 4 years of college and achieve them. Make sure I am confident in myself: looks, personality, knowledge and empathy. Learn to dance (party-style). Read philosophy and non-fiction books.

In 1st year of college, take my studies seriously early on since current university is fucked up. Talk to a lot of a people first and then join friend groups. Find one person to stick to and become "besties". If not, then be okay with being a loner. Hang out my actual current bestie more because she deserves better than this. Be more active. Start gym. Become more knowledgeable. Do internships from home, build good rapport with teachers. Learn more psychology. Join the NGO thing. Start building resume and ensure good CGPA.

Well, the reason for all these things is pretty obvious. I do NOT like myself currently. I'm not doing well in any of the aspects of my life. Like I'm not using any of my gifts or privileges well enough. I'm SO disappointed in me and I literally fail myself all the time. And being aware of that doesn't help. At all.

#self reflection #self introspection #regret #mistakes #emotions

[soda-pop-kandy-krush]

ahhhhhhhh the exam stress is real

#my first paper is in two weeks and i haven’t started properly studying for it #because i’ve been busy with all of the other shitty little assignments my course has made us do this term :’) #all of the exams are online and open-book so like... it’s going to be okay #but also #there’s so much to cover from last term that i haven’t even started because formal teaching has only JUST finished this week #and guess what? i still haven’t finished because one professor was late uploading his lectures 😭😭 #honestly they’ve given us an insane workload and it’s not going well at all #there’s so much to do that i just feel frozen with panic ahshdjfgh it’s seriously not ideal 😞 #i hate it here so much #tw swearing #and talking about it literally makes me want to cry omg why am i so emotionally reliant on my academic performance

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#me: what if u studied for your exam tomorrow? #also me: but what if i did literally anything else??? #to be fair. i studied this morning. i kno the material pretty well. and it's open book #so like hopefully its okay and i have an A in thr class rn soooooo like #more worried abt the stats exam but also do not fuckimg wanna study for that either #technically its closed book but like fuk off were online and literally i look up stats all the time irl #so like i dont have to memorize that stuff #ill just be v annoyed if its not fine #ugh i just wanna get thru tues #this is what happens when u dont take breaks: mind turns to mush when u need it most #whatever im gonna go back to not sleeping so i can spend fucking 2 hrs trying to code 1 god damn bar graph #bc that's jusy how coding roles #unrelated

[earlgreydream]

exams.

| stucky x reader | fluff |

this was so self indulgent. I need Steve and Bucky to help me with my exams

You hit submit on your online exam, holding your breath. You’d been sitting in Steve’s office for hours, notes spread all over the desk in front you. Steve was on the couch on the other side of the room, reading from a book, and Bucky was out on a mission with Stark. 

“Fuck!” you gasped, seeing the 62% grade. Steve looked up, and your head dropped into your hands, tears sliding down your cheeks. You broke into sobs, seeing all of your time and effort wasted. 

“Y/N!” Steve walked over and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, coming to stand behind you. You choked on your cries, tears soaking your hands that were pressed to your face. Steve sighed when he looked at the screen, his lips pressing against the back of your head. 

“It’s okay, it’s one grade.”

“It’s not! It’s everything! I’m working so hard and I just keep failing!” you wept, and Steve spun your chair around and turned you into his body. His hand went to the back of your head, cradling you gently as you sobbed into his chest.

“Y/N, take a deep breath. There will be other exams. I know how hard you’ve been working. You need a break to recharge.”

“I can’t, I have a history exam at the end of this week-”

“Bucky and I will help you. Come on, you’ve been bent over the desk all day.”

“Steve, no-” you argued, trying to reopen your laptop as Steve closed it. He caught your wrists and pulled you away from the desk.

“You’re done.” Steve didn’t care that you were fighting him, you needed a break from your university work and you were getting it one way or another. You fought him but your strength was nothing compared to the super soldier serum, and you finally gave up and let him drag you out. 

“What are we doing?” you asked through weak sobs as you followed him through the Stark Tower penthouse. Loki looked up, and his brow knitted in concern. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, not wanting to tell the mischievous god that you were crying over a failed exam.

“You’re not-”

“Leave her be, Loki,” Steve scolded. 

You were sat down on the couch, and Loki and the others cleared out so you could be alone with your boyfriend. Steve set a generous bowl of ice cream in your hands, and you couldn’t stop the small laugh when you saw rainbow sprinkles on it. His blue eyes were wide and concerned, and he brushed tears from your face. 

Steve did his best to cheer you up and help you relax, but he was never able to comfort you like Bucky could. Steve would’ve given anything to have your boyfriend home, helping him comfort you. 

You’d spent nearly every waking hour working on your university work for months. When you weren’t bent over your computer in Steve’s office, you were doing research at the library, or you were in classrooms, trying to take notes on everything your professors said. You loved school, but you were exhausted and it was wearing on you. The workload was like a beating, and you were just ready to be finished. 

Steve and Bucky were always being sent on missions, and most of the time it was just you and Loki at the tower. He was no help to your studies, usually trying to convince you to just drop out-- you’d never really need a degree with the connections and money you had. 

You weren’t an avenger, but you lived comfortably in Stark Tower with the others. When you weren’t occupied with schools or spending time with your boyfriends when they were home, you were babysitting Loki or helping run intelligence with Stark. You’d decided to go back to school, but now, with exams and papers piling up, you were miserable.

“Hey, honey,” Steve pulled you onto his lap as you cried over your ice cream.

“Sorry, I just... I just feel like I spend all this effort and energy and time only to fall short.” 

“I know it feels that way, but you’re doing well. You have good grades and you are so smart. It’s always hardest at the end of the semester. You can do this Y/N, you’re almost there.” 

You tried to smile at Steve, but you couldn’t. He set the bowl aside and held you against his chest. Your arms went around his neck and you squeezed the soldier tightly. Tears soaked through his shirt, and he rubbed your back gently. He kissed your head and smoothed his hands up under your shirt.

“I’m sorry Bucky isn’t here-”

“Steve,” you sat up and held his face.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me.”

You kissed him, before laughing softly and apologized for your tears soaking everything. He shook his head and kissed you again, relieved to see you show some amusement. 

“Your ice cream is getting all melty,” he laughed, spooning some into your mouth and kissing it off of your lips. 

The two of you shared the half-melted ice cream, and you started to ache from the position you were in, straddling his lap. You climbed off of him, and started walking back toward the office.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“I should study-”

“Not a chance. No more working today.”

“Steve,” you sighed, sticking your lower lip out. You huffed and walked back to him, letting Steve pick you up like a bride. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you to your bedroom. 

Steve talked you into a hot shower with steamers that Bucky had brought back from some artisan soap shop in Russia where he’d gone on a mission and brought things back for you. He picked up your bedroom while he waited, putting in a takeout order from a place you liked uptown. 

You returned in spandex shorts and one of Steve’s flannels, rubbing your eyes. His hands went to your waist and he kissed your cheek, making you smile sleepily. You’d finally given in to how tired you were, the steam of the shower helping significantly. You were exhausted from stress and crying, and now you just wanted to curl up with Steve.

He walked back in with a bag of food, and you smiled, moving over in bed. He handed you a box of fried rice and you curled up against his side.

“What are we watching?” 

“Star Wars.”

Steve groaned and you gave him an offended look. He rolled his eyes, suggesting that maybe you could find something more entertaining. 

“If Bucky was here, he’d watch it with me...” you whispered, knowing it was a low blow. You didn’t mean it seriously, and Steve knew that, but he still felt a pang of guilt.

“Good thing I love Star Wars,” Steve hummed, moving you to lay back on his chest instead of under his arm. 

“I knew you’d come around,” you smiled. 

You were asleep before the movie was even over, and Steve slid out of bed carefully. He made sure the blankets were pulled over you, and you were curled up safely in the middle of the bed, not in danger of rolling off the edge without the usual boys on either side of you.

He left the movie on softly in case you woke up, but grabbed your empty takeout boxes and took them to toss away. He was headed back when the door opened, Bucky and Tony walking inside.

“Steve!” Bucky gasped, running to the blond. Steve hugged Bucky, kissing him for the first time in over a week.

“How was the mission?”

Steve listened to Bucky recount the details, explaining it was an overall success but he was exhausted and drained. Steel eyes searched the kitchen for you, but found nothing.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Asleep. She failed her exam, and cried for hours. Y/N spends so much time with school and studying, and to see her so stress really worries me. And I’m not near as good as you at calming her down. She all but begged for you,” Steve explained, and Bucky’s eyes saddened.

“I hate that. It’s a lot for her, the stress. It shouldn’t be so hard. And don’t do that, Stevie. She adores you, and you know it.”

Bucky kissed him again briefly before going to find you. He smiled slightly at the familiar sight of The Last Jedi playing on the television in your room, knowing it was your favorite when you were anxious. He didn’t quite understand, but something about its familiarity soothed you.

Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed, causing you to stir out of your nap.

“Bucky?” You gasped when your eyes opened.

You lunged forward and threw your arms around his neck, wrapping yourself around his body tightly. He squeezed you and kissed your hair until you drew back. You grabbed his scruffy face and kissed your boyfriend, melting into him.

“Steve said you had a bad day,” Bucky finally spoke when you drew back for air. He brushed some hair from your face, and your eyes flitted to the blond behind him. You knew Steve would express his worry to Bucky, and you felt small under their concerned gazes.

“I failed one of my exams,” you admitted, your head hanging down. His lips pressed to your forehead, and he cradled you in his arms.

“It’s okay, my love. I know how hard you worked. So does Steve, and your professor knows too. We’re going to help you study so the next time it goes better, okay?” He tilted your chin up, making you look at him.

You nodded, consoled by the soldier.

“And I’ll help with your history exam. I know a lot about World War Two. I practically lived it,” Bucky joked, and you shook your head.

“Bucky, that’s not funny,” you bit back a laugh, and even Steve smiled.

“Thank you,” you relented, accepting a soft kiss. His hands rested on your waist under Steve’s massive flannel, rubbing small circles on your skin, the action soothing you.

“Did you manage to convince Steve to watch Star Wars with you?”

“Yes, but he whined.”

“Hey,” Steve began to defend himself, ready with the excuse that he did give in to watching the film with you.

“I’m just happy you’re home,” your voice was soft, and Bucky pulled you back into a hug.

“I’m so happy to be home with you.”

Bucky spent hours leaned over your notes with you, showing you flash cards and helping you study for your history final.

You kept apologizing, but he insisted that you were more than fine, and he was happy to help. Steve contributed when he could, though Bucky was much more patient with your academics.

However, Steve was the one who set a cup of coffee next to you as you sat to take your exam. With a reassuring kiss to your head, they left you alone to focus. You answered questions, referring to your notes when the answer didn’t come to mind immediately.

An hour and a half later, you breathed a huge sigh of relief when you saw the 97% flash across the screen. You closed your computer and went to find your boyfriends, to tell them about your success, and thank Bucky for the hours of tutoring he’d given you.

You found them reading in the library, and they both set their books down as soon as they heard your footsteps.

“How’d it go, doll?”

“I got a ninety-seven!” You shrieked excitedly, running to them and giggling and they wrapped their arms around you. Your cheeks were smothered with kisses and your delighted laughter healed the ache in their hearts caused by your stressed crying over your grades.

“So proud of our girl,” Steve praised you, and you squeezed them.

“Thank you! Thank you for helping me.”

“Always. And now, we get to have fun celebrating!”

“I’m a little bit exhausted. Can we celebrate in bed?” You asked hopefully, and a deviant smirk crossed Bucky’s face.

“Not like that, you pervert,” you giggled, swatting his hands away as he groped your butt through your thin shorts.

Steve wasn’t thrilled about your choice of celebration, but he would never deny you the simple happiness that binging the Star Wars prequels brought you. Bucky was more than excited to watch you get heated with Anakin, passionately declaring your love and loyalty to him, as you did every time you watched them.

“I don’t understand. He is the bad guy!” Steve complained.

“Shut up. He’s gorgeous. And he’s not even evil, he just wanted to save Padmé!”

“I could break him in half with my fingers,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Probably not. Anakin has the force,” Bucky pointed out, and Steve shot him a glare.

You just laughed between them, eating from the large bowl of popcorn that was nestled in your lap. Steve didn’t mind half as much as he complained, and you knew that. Bucky engaged in all of your pro-dark side propaganda, enjoying the happy chatter that came along with watching your comfort movies.

They took care of you, thankful no more tears were being shed today over your classes.

#stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x reader fluff #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #stucky fluff #stevebucky #stevebucky x reader #marvel #avengers #marvel au #avengers au #stark tower #stark tower fanfic #stucky imagine #stucky oneshot #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x steve #bucky x steve x reader #steve #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader fluff #captain america #winter soldier #female reader

[seijorhi]

Outrunning Fate

As promised (though I am more than a little late for Shiratorizawa Week), the soulmate AU

Tendou x female reader x Ushijima

TW stalking, possessive behaviour, implied non-con

Soulmates were supposed to be a blessing.

It was a fairytale that you’d grown up hearing about. One person who was supposed to be wholly yours.

Your parents were soulmates, even if you hadn’t always understood the concept, the proof of that remarkable, unshakable bond was always right in front of you. It wasn’t in the big grand gestures, it was little things - the soft, adoring look in your father’s eye as your mother passed him his coffee every morning, the way she always sought out his touch when they were together, even if it was just to twine her fingers with his, or the way that they always seemed to be able to sense when the other was upset, and wordlessly found the perfect way to comfort them.

Your father never had to tell you that he loved your mother, but he did, every single day. He told her too, just to see her smile.

It seemed effortless, easy, as if their love for one another was as natural as breathing. How could you be blamed for looking at your bare wrist, waiting for the day that name would appear in scrawling black ink, feeling that excited fluttering in your chest because you knew one day you’d meet your soulmate and have that perfect, fairytale love all for yourself.

Except it wasn’t like that.

Something went wrong.

***

You’re fifteen and barely paying attention in class when your skin prickles uncomfortably. Your heart leaps into your chest as you tug up the sleeve off your blazer, watching wide eyed with bated breath as a name appears on your wrist.

Tendou Satori.

The beginnings of a smile start to curl at your lips, but it freezes in place as more inky black writing appears below the first.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

A second name. 

And suddenly, it feels like your perfectly crafted world begins to fall apart. Two soulmates aren’t unheard of, but they’re incredibly rare and you can’t deny that there’s a certain… stigma attached to it. 

What kind of a person isn’t satisfied with just one? 

This is supposed to be some magical, thrilling moment for you, but instead all you can focus on is the pounding of your heart and the growing wave of nausea that rises in the back of your throat. Quickly you yank your sleeve back down and before you can even think to stutter an apology to your bewildered teacher, you’re out of your seat and sprinting down the hallway to the bathroom. You barely make it before hurling up your guts. 

After that, you start wearing long sleeves wherever you go.

It’s not that you’re ashamed, you tell yourself as you bite your lip and try your utmost to fade into the background whenever the topic comes up in conversation, it’s just that… other people aren’t always so accepting.

You’ve tried to get used to the disgusted looks, the invasive questions and the insults that follow you wherever you go, but it’s easier said than done. You hate that your cheeks still burn scarlet whenever you catch someone staring at your marks, almost as much as you hate the way you quickly duck your head in shame and race to fix your sleeve.

‘It’s okay, honey. I know it’s not what you expected but… it just means there’s one more person out there waiting to love you with everything they have. You’re twice as lucky as the rest of us,’ your father had told you on that horrible day. You just wished it hadn’t sounded like he was trying to convince himself at the same time.

***

You’re seventeen and the first boy who kisses you tries to shove your hand down his pants because he knows you’ve got two names on your wrist, and that means you’re up for anything, right?

You run home with tears streaming down your face and when you shower that night you scrub at the marks like you’re trying to erase them entirely.

What did having two names mean really? That one wasn’t enough? Would they be content sharing you? Would they even know of the other’s existence?

You could only imagine how horrifying it would be for them, spending months, years waiting for you only to realise that they didn’t really have all of you…

Would they hate you? Could you even blame them if they did?

Sometimes… sometimes you think it might be better if you didn’t have a soulmate at all, instead of this. It’s easier just to ignore it, pretend they don’t exist, pretend that you’re not gonna ruin their lives. Who knows, maybe you’ll be one of those few who never actually meet their soulmates. You can live with that, you think. You have a family who love you, a bunch of close friends who’d die for you - who needs stupid soulmates?

***

It’s the morning after your 18th birthday, your head is still pounding from the alcohol and bad decisions from the night before when your curiosity finally gets the better of you. It’s the modern age, most people live their lives online, you figure you’ll find a facebook page, a twitter account maybe.

Instead, the first item that comes up in your search is a video. It’s a news segment about a volleyball game - some high school team that you’ve never heard of, but you listen to the commentator talk and your heart leaps into your throat because they mention the Ace by name and suddenly there he is. Tall, dark haired and imposing - Ushijima Wakatoshi.

But you don’t even have a moment to breathe, to focus on the absolute beast that is your second soulmate and his terrifying spike because the camera shifts and suddenly there’s another player in focus. Tall, gangly with bright, spiky red hair and a too-wide grin, “-not the only player in the spotlight after today’s match; Shiratorizawa’s middle blocker, the so called ‘Guess Monster’ Tendou Satori-”

You close the browser window and slam your laptop shut.

They’re… friends, or teammates at the very least.

It feels like a bad dream you can’t wake up from. This whole thing is already messy enough, but you can’t get in the middle of that, you refuse to make everything worse for them just because the fates have decided to play a cruel joke on you.

If there were any lingering doubt left in your mind that you’re better off burying your soulmates, they’re well and truly put to bed.

That night, you dream of a cheering crowd, the thwack of a volleyball ricocheting off a vinyl floor and two menacing figures looming over you.

With your final exams around the corner, it’s almost too easy to put the video and your soulmates out of your mind as you throw yourself into studying. Months pass in the blink of an eye and suddenly you’re dressed in black robes and holding your high school diploma. You celebrate with your friends, dancing wildly with a care-free grin long into the night because you know you’re finally getting out of there for good. Tokyo’s a big city, you’ll lose yourself there and nobody, not a single damned soul, will know about the two names that grace your wrist. It’s as close to freedom as you’re ever gonna get - and god that makes you so fucking happy.

Your bags are packed and you’re holding your parents as they sob and then, like that, you’re gone. 

Tokyo awaits.

***

It’s not that easy to outrun fate.

Living in Tokyo ain’t cheap, even for the shitty little shoebox apartment you rent while you’re studying. You manage to find a job at one of the Americanised diner style cafes just down the road from where you live two weeks after moving in. It’s popular with students because it’s open till late, the coffee’s good and the waffles are exactly what the doctor ordered after a long night of drinking with your friends. You’re just happy because the pay’s pretty decent and your boss lets you bring in your laptop and textbooks so you can study when it’s not too busy. You’re not nearly as thrilled about the short, revealing blue dress that serves as your uniform, but you know when to pick your battles.

It’s a little after one o’clock on a slow Tuesday night, the cafe’s almost empty and you’re propped up on your elbows along the countertop, absentmindedly thumbing through one of your assigned readings for class tomorrow when you hear the tell-tale chime of the door opening.

You hastily shove your books aside, plastering a wide if not a little artificial smile across your face, you glance up to greet the customers, only to freeze in place.

Your heart skips a beat.

Of all the cafes in the sprawling city, of course your soulmate has to walk into this one.

With his wild, spiked red hair and easy, sloping grin, Tendou’s unmistakable as he strides through the cafe with two other guys you can only assume are his friends. You suppose you should be a little relieved that he barely spares you a glance as the threesome make a beeline for one of the corner booths, but it’s hard to feel anything other than blind panic at the sight of your soulmate only a few feet away. It’s purely out of habit that you reach for your wrist and the skin coloured bandage hiding your traitorous marks, and you allow yourself to breathe the tiniest sigh of relief when you feel it still in place.

A loud cackle bursts through the quiet atmosphere of the cafe and you dart a glance over to see Tendou with his head thrown back laughing at something one of the others has said. There’s an uncomfortable fluttering in your stomach and your cheeks redden just a touch. It’s not an awful sound (not at all), but your pulse is racing and you think you just might be sick because this is all… too much.

You’d left them in the past along with whatever fairytale fantasies you thought having a soulmate would bring. You… you’re happy being alone and coping just fine without either one of them! They were a dream - a distant possibility you’d long since locked away, you weren’t supposed to ever actually see them!

At least it’s only Tendou, you think you might actually combust if they were both here. Still, there’s a faint tremor in your hand as you brush a lock of hair out of your face and try to regain control of your breathing.

As much as you’d like to run, or preferably, have the earth suddenly open up and swallow you whole, you know you can’t. For one, you’re the only server left until close and your boss might be easy going but somehow you doubt he’d let you keep your job after a stunt like that. More importantly, you have a sinking suspicion that causing a fuss will only draw his attention and that’s the last thing you want. He doesn’t know who you are, your mark is safely tucked away under your bandages, this will be fine.

It’s an hour and a half until close, he and his friends will get some food, eat, drink and chat amongst themselves and then you can kick them out and it’ll all be over. You barely have to interact with him. For all he knows you’re just a server in a random cafe - this will be fine.

Robotically you force your legs to move, carrying you towards your oblivious soulmate. You’re pretty sure that your smile’s a little off and you haven’t quite managed to quell the shaking in your hands as you reach for your notepad, flipping it open.

It’s the best you can do, especially when there’s a voice inside your head that’s all but begging for you to turn around and pretend this whole thing never happened. 

Tendou appears to be thoroughly engrossed in whatever story he’s telling his friends, waving his arms around wildly when you reach their table. Normally you’d clear your throat politely and wait for them to settle down before introducing yourself and asking for their order, but when you open your mouth - nothing comes out. It’s like your whole throat has suddenly dried up and you’re just standing there gaping like an idiot, but Tendou hasn’t even noticed.

The ashy blonde to his left, however, does. His eyes flicker to you and you swear that you can see the faintest trace of amusement as he takes you in. He smirks, quickly shoving an elbow into the redhead’s side and jerking his chin in your direction. 

“Hey loudmouth, pipe down would you?”

Your breath catches as he turns around to look up at you and grins, “Ah, sorry. Didn’t see ya there!” 

The other two have picked up their menus again, but for whatever reason just as Tendou’s gaze starts to slide off of you, something catches his attention and stops him in his tracks. Like a magpie spotting something shiny in the distance, those big, droopy red eyes suddenly widen and zero back in with unnerving interest. Frozen with that fake, half hearted smile painted across your lips you feel strangely like a bug caught under a microscope as Tendou studies you - there’s really no other way to describe it. His head tilts to the side and he makes a low noise from the back of his throat that almost sounds pleased.

He can’t know, there’s no possible way, but if he doesn’t then why the hell is he staring at you like that?

It’s all you can do to remain rooted in place, your heart hammering so loudly against your ribs that you’re sure they have to be able to hear it too. Whatever he’s searching for he apparently finds because his grin widens and he leans back in his seat and chuckles. “Why’d you look so nervous, we’re not gonna bite - promise!” 

The other guy at the table rolls his eyes, “Tendou, don’t scare the pretty waitress, she’s just trying to do her job,” he chastises, offering you an apologetic smile that does little to ease your nerves. “Don’t mind him, he’s an idiot, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

You swallow and hum in faint acknowledgment, and he takes that as a sign to begin his order. 

You were hoping that they were just going to get some drinks and be out of your hair, but as he starts listing off various snacks and appetizers to share and the ashy blonde throws out a few more, it looks like your nightmare is only just beginning.

You nod dutifully, writing it all down. The cook is just going to love you for this, but there’s not a whole lot you can do about it. “Anything else?” you ask in a voice that just barely passes for what your boss deems ‘customer service appropriate’, decidedly not looking towards the redhead who is still staring at you.

He hasn’t looked at the menu once since you walked over, actually you doubt he’s looked at the menu at all, but it doesn’t seem to matter because he pipes up regardless, “Yep, one of those thickshakes, you know - the really good strawberry one, annnd-”

“Y/N, order up!!”

Your soul leaves your body at the exact same moment that Tendou’s pupils dilate and snap to your wrist.

The pen in your hand is shaking, your grip so tight that it’s a wonder the flimsy plastic doesn’t shatter as you turn to glance over your shoulder. The cook is leaning out across the overpass, staring at you with a scowl and vaguely you register the hot plate of food in front of him which can’t have been sitting there for more than a minute at the most. You give a weak nod, earning you a dismissive grunt in response, before turning back to the table.

All three of them are staring wide eyed and open mouthed at you. 

Fuck. 

They know. They have to know.

You should have legged it when you had the chance.

Breathe. Smile. Play dumb. This is fine.

“A-anything el-”

“Somethin’ wrong with your wrist?” Tendou asks slowly, eyeing the bandage like he wants nothing more than to snatch it up and rip it away from you. His fingers flex and you don’t even have time to brace before they’re shooting out towards you-

A hand catches his forearm before he can touch you - it’s his friend, the dark haired one with the crew cut, who’s currently staring down the erratic redhead with a distinct frown. 

It’s the blonde who speaks up, “Sorry, he’s had a few drinks tonight. The idiot sometimes forgets his manners in public.”

The music is still playing in the background, somebody laughs at the table a few down from theirs, but in this little pocket, trapped between the three of them with the tension thick enough to slice with a knife, the silence is oppressive.

And then Tendou’s attention shifts back to you and your stomach flips - it’s like the floor has disappeared beneath your feet and you’re suddenly careening through the empty air with no hope in hell of slowing down.

He looks… well, mad is the wrong word. Tendou is technically smiling, but his grin stretched slightly too wide, his eyes a little too intense. There’s an emotion you can’t name etched across his pale features, and it’s unsettling… it scares you a little, if you’re being honest.

You swallow and take a tiny, shaking breath. “I-it’s fine. I tripped last week and sprained it.”

“Clumsy, are you?” he asks, prying himself free of his friend’s grip.

A laugh forces its way out, grating and too sharp to be believable. “Yeah, I guess. Your food won’t be too long, if you need anything else, just- just let me know.”

You don’t give them a chance to respond as you all but flee the table. You’re shaking and almost in tears by the time you reach the kitchen, the cook takes one look at you, a grumpy admonishment on the tip of his tongue, and falters.

They stay until close, and you avoid them like the plague.

Hours later, lying tucked up in your bed your skin still prickles from the thought of Tendou’s piercing stare. Maybe if you’d kept some kind of a level head through it all instead of acting like a flustered school girl, he might have just passed it all off as a coincidence. 

But you hadn’t, had you?

It wasn’t just that he knew who you were to him (and to Ushijima) but that after all your blushing and stammering, the pitiful attempts at hiding your soulmate marks and the way you all but ran from him the very first moment you could, he had to know that you knew as well. That despite coming face to face with your soulmate, you lied - you rejected him.

You mom once told you that the first time she laid eyes on her soulmate the world stopped spinning and all she felt was joy. Maybe there’s something wrong with you after all, because despite the insistent tug in your heart, you just feel sick. Despite being exhausted after your long shift, sleep that night doesn’t come easy.

It’s two days later that you find yourself back in the cafe, working a rare day shift on your only week-days off from classes. You keep glancing up at the door every few minutes, half dreading the possibility that any moment, Tendou and his friends are going to walk in, but they don’t. 

Ushijima does, a little after the lunch rush dies down.

He looks so out of place against the vibrant backdrop of the 50’s style diner, all serious and stoic, that if he were anybody else you might think he was lost. 

But he isn’t lost, because he’s staring right at you.

You don’t notice one of your co-workers sliding up to you until they laugh and playfully nudge your side. “Ah, I see the eye candy is back. Try and pick up your jaw, Y/N,” they tease.

Back?

Instead of finding an empty table to sit himself down at (and give you a minute to mentally prepare) Ushijima is making his way straight over to the counter, unsmiling and huge. How was he even bigger in person?! He could crush you with his thighs alone!

“He’s been here before?” you ask quietly, unable to draw your gaze away from him. 

Your co-worker snorts. “Yeah, he came in last night, he even asked for you by name. Seemed kinda disappointed when I told him you weren’t on until today. You holding out on me, Y/N? I thought we were closer than that. You know you’re supposed to tell me when you start dating a hot ass dude!”

They slip away with a wink before you even have a chance to respond and you’re left floundering as Ushijima approaches. Your mouth is dry, your pulse racing. Just like with Tendou, you have no escape, nowhere you can run or hide.

He asked for you by name.

Fuck. You should have quit when you had the chance.

Ushijima isn’t smiling. Where Tendou had been beaming with chaotic energy from the moment he walked in, your second soulmate seems almost stony as he stares at you with serious olive eyes. You honestly can’t tell if he’s frowning or if that’s just the way his face is, but it makes your gut twist regardless. 

It might also be the fact that he’s towering over you without even trying to. He has to be at least 6’3” but it’s not just his height that’s imposing - he’s brawny and muscular and, yeah, huge. Briefly you remember the news clip you’d seen of him, the terrifying brute force behind his spike. 

He seems to be waiting for you to speak, so you swallow down the lump in your throat and try to remember how to breathe like a normal person. “Hi, can I get you anything?”

Something briefly flickers across his face, but otherwise his expression remains distressingly neutral. “… I would like some tea.”

You nod - it’s like pulling teeth. “Yeah, sure. We uh, we actually have a few different kinds…”

He makes a rough noise of acknowledgement and then… pauses. Instead of the menu, Ushijima studies you. His lips twitch into the faintest hint of a… smile? You can’t quite tell, but it looks out of place regardless. “I will have whichever you recommend.”

You can’t seem to be able to form words, so you settle with nodding, gesturing for him to take a seat while he waits. 

His eyes don’t shift from you, nor does he make any attempt to mask the fact that he’s staring right at you. When his tea is ready, you all but beg your co-worker to take it to him. 

“Trouble in paradise?” they ask, waggling their eyebrows.

“It’s not like that,” you mutter, but they take the tea regardless, and you busy yourself in wiping down tables and pretending that you can’t see the scowl from the volleyball player burning across the diner. 

It really isn’t. 

Even after tucking any thought of meeting your soulmates away there was always some tiny part of you - a part you were always so desperate to ignore - that wondered how it would feel to meet them, to be loved by them…

But while your heart squeezes with every glance, it’s not warm, dizzying bliss that floods your system and sends blood rushing to your cheeks. You don’t know what the feeling is that curls in your stomach and claws its way up your spine, but it’s nothing good. 

Something went wrong with you, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Ushijima stays for an hour, finishes his tea and makes his way back to the counter to pay. 

He's wearing a grey hoodie, running gear underneath, and when he hands you the money, passing it directly into hands, his sleeve rides up. There, plain as day, is his soulmate mark.

Your name, written in black ink on Ushijima's wrist, forever marking you as his.

You jerk, flinching away from him, but he doesn’t make a move to cover it. 

“You cannot run from us, Y/N. We are your soulmates, we’re bound together.” His voice is little more than a murmur, but there’s an edge to it, sharp and pointed. Not so much a statement as a fact, as undeniable as your name on his skin, on Tendou’s.

He says it like it’s a promise, staring into your eyes with that impenetrable gaze and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

“Why are you so determined to fight it?”

You swallow, taking the cash from his hand and punching it into the till. “I’m sorry, whoever you think I am…” you trail off, finally raising your eyes to meet his penetrating stare. You’re quietly proud of the way your voice doesn’t shake, even as your heart races like a hummingbird in your chest and your palms sweat. “I’m not.”

The only sign that Ushijima hears you at all is the subtle furrowing of his brow and a distinctly displeased hum from the back of his throat. 

“I hope you enjoyed your tea.” The cutting barb slips from your lips before you can stop them, but there’s a certain vindictive satisfaction you get in watching his eyes widen, the brief hurt that flickers across his face. 

Of course, it only lasts a fraction of a second before his features school into a blank mask and he nods.

“Perhaps I will try another the next time I see you.”

And with a short bow, he walks away.

You leave your apron behind when you finish your shift at the diner, and you don’t come back.

There will be other jobs.

***

It’s not enough. 

They start showing around campus. 

The first time you catch sight of Tendou, you’re running between classing, cursing the ridiculous schedule that has you attending two back to back lectures on opposite sides of the campus. It’s just a glance - a flicker of red in the corner of your eye. The only reason you stop at all is because you're so focused on not being late that you fail to see the crack in the path until you’re tripping over it. The books in your hand go flying as you sprawl across the pavement.

“Huh, you really weren’t kidding about being clumsy, were ya?”

A pale hand stretches out before you, and just like with Ushijima, Tendou doesn’t bother hiding the soulmate mark as he grins down at you with those wide, creepy eyes. 

You ignore it entirely, waving it away as you pick yourself up with a grunt. The skin on one of your palms is grazed, and you’re pretty sure that your knees are too, but all in all it could be worse. It’s more your pride that smarts, that and the fact that of all people to see you trip, it has to be him.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby. I’m only try’na help you!”

You scowl, snatching your textbooks out of his offered hands. “I’m not your baby, Tendou,” you mutter.

You regret the words immediately. His grin slowly widens and he makes a sound, somewhere between a shudder and a moan - it’s almost pornogaphic and wholly inappropriate and it sends blood rushing to your cheeks, but you don’t have time to think about it. 

“I’m already late, just-” you break off with a sigh, readjusting the strap of your backpack, staring resolutely at the ground. “I’m not what you want, what… what either of you want. Just leave me alone, okay?!”

Tendou doesn’t say a word as you walk away, but just like always you feel the burning stare following you until you’re out of sight. 

Somewhat stupidly, you think that’ll be the end of it. The gloves are off - you might not have said it in as many words, but there’s no point denying it any longer. They are your soulmates and it doesn’t change a thing.

There is something wrong with your bond.

But they don’t see it like that. 

They figure out your schedule, take it in turns to wait outside your classes, ambushing you whenever you’re alone. 

“I have a game tomorrow,” Ushijima tells you on a rainy Thursday afternoon as he follows you home. “I would like for you to come.”

It doesn’t seem to bother him that you walk a few steps ahead (or try to at least - his legs are ridiculously long) with your head bent down, ignoring the steady rainfall that threatens to saturate you. Tendou usually fights for your attention, grabs at your hands, your waist, any part he can reach just to touch you, but Ushiwaka seems content to merely be near - so long as you stray too far.

“I have exams to study for.”

He hums noncommittally, “Tendou will be there.”

All the more reason not to go. 

The silence between you two is heavy.

“It would make me… happy, if you came,” he tries again.

Your eyes squeeze shut for just a moment. You hate it when he does this, when he acts like you’re the one being stubborn. Like you haven’t told him, told them both to stop a thousand times before. Like they haven’t ignored it at every turn, blatantly refused to acknowledge that you don’t want them like they want you.

Shouldn’t ‘no’ have been enough?

You’ve considered reporting it to campus security, or even the police, maybe trying to get a restraining order or something like that, but what would you even say - ‘Please Officer, sir, my soulmates are stalking me’? Yeah, that’ll go down a real fucking treat. 

“Why…” you trail off with a sigh, forcing yourself to stop walking.

This time he does reach for you, taking your hand in his. It’s warm and rough from years of volleyball and hard work, and you hate that it’s already so familiar. His expression is as stoic as ever, but there’s a quiet reverence in his eyes as he looks at you, as if he can’t quite believe you’re really there with him. You suppose in another light, it might almost look romantic, the two of you holding hands under his umbrella, lost in your own little world as the rain pours down around you.

He seems to be waiting for you to finish your thought, so you buck up whatever dregs of courage you still have and try again, “Why can’t you just… move on? I don’t want this- this thing, whatever it is between us.” You sigh, tugging your hand back, “I just want to be alone, why can’t you respect that?!”

He doesn’t answer for a long moment, staring at you, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the back of your palm.

But then he shrugs, easily, as if you’re merely discussing the weather and not their continued overbearing and unwanted presence in your life. “We love you. More than anything, and despite your… reservations, we belong together, what other reason does there need to be?” He pauses, his gaze softening just a fraction, “You’ll come around eventually,” he adds.

A tiny part of you crumples at that. What’s the use in arguing with a brick wall?

***

It’s a minor relief when you walk out of your last lecture for the day the following afternoon. It might be because it’s a Friday and you, for once, have absolutely no plans for the weekend, but realistically it’s more to do with the fact that you know no one is waiting for you outside. Ushijima has his volleyball game, and Tendou will be there with him, cheering from the sidelines. 

You should be happier, really, but there’s a pit in your stomach that’s been there since Ushijima left you at your door last night. 

They’re not going to stop. 

Instead of listening to the professor talk, you’ve spent the last three hours searching university transfers. You love Tokyo University, you love Tokyo - the big, bustling city you’d gladly lose yourself in again and again, but it can’t be your home, not when they’re here too.

There’s a University in Kyoto, it has a similar program to the one you’re already in. It’s a surprisingly easy process to change - your grades are decent enough, all you have to is apply. One simple click of a button. It’ll take a few weeks for it all to go through, which’ll give you enough time to figure out how you’re gonna upend your entire life without them realising - assuming of course that Kyoto university accepts the request.

If you soulmates won’t let you go, you’ll run, and you’ll keep running. Maybe you’re wrong, maybe one day you’ll look back at them and feel that same love for them that you’d seen in your parents instead of that black, cloying unease that twists at your guts, but so long as they don’t give the choice, what options do you have?

You’re not stupid, this… thing that they’re doing, the stalking, monopolising your time, trying to drive your friends away, it’s not the end game. What happens when they get tired of you ignoring them?

“Hey, Y/N wait up!”

For a moment your heart seizes, but it calms almost immediately when you realise the voice isn’t the one you’re afraid of. 

You turn to find one of the guys from your last lecture walking over. He’s kinda cute, in a lost puppy kind of way, and he’s nice, for the three conversations you’ve actually had with him. Honestly you’re a little surprised he actually knows your name (considering you’ve definitely forgotten his) but you smile back regardless. “Hey, what’s up?”

“You doing anything tonight?”

Netflix and crashing early, but you’re hardly about to tell him that, “Not much, why?”

He smiles, and for a moment you’re taken aback by just how utterly endearing it is. He really is cute. “Me and a few friends are having a party tonight, you’re uh, you’re welcome to come. Y’know, if you’re not doing anything,” he says with a laugh, throwing in a wink for good measure.

But his smile fades a little as he catches a glimpse of something behind you. You frown at the odd reaction, turning instinctively to see what drew his attention when a weight drapes across your shoulders and you find yourself being pulled into a sideways embrace.

“There you are, baby! I was starting to think you’d gotten lost,” a familiar voice drawls. “Who’s your friend?”

You can’t see Tendou’s expression as he rests his chin on your shoulder, but from the way your classmate blanches you can imagine that it’s not pleasant. Still you have to give him credit, he only falters for a second before he’s rubbing the back of his neck and offering a sheepish smile, “Oh, hey, uh… yeah, I’m-”

“Punching a little above your weight, dont’cha think?” Tendou cuts him off with a snort, nuzzling in just a little closer. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he tilts his head to whisper in your ear, “I thought Ushiwaka told you about the game tonight.”

You shiver, although whether it’s from his softly edged words or the kiss he presses against your cheek, you’re not entirely sure. “He did, I-I told him that I had to study…”

Tendou laughs, squeezing you tighter, “Psh, is that all? Baby, we can help you study later. C’mon, or we’re gonna miss the start of the game.”

And like that he’s tugging you away. With Tendou’s arm wrapped snugly around you, you don’t even have a chance to turn around and apologise to the guy. He’s done it purposefully, a reminder you suppose of who you belong to - though for your classmate’s benefit or yours you honestly don’t know. 

Ushijima’s already on the court by the time Tendou and you arrive at your seats (front row of course) but he glances over as you both settle down and his lips quirk into the faintest hint of a smile.

It would make me… happy, if you came, he’d said.

You don’t miss the razor sharp, anticipatory gleam in his eyes, though. 

He destroys the competition. You still remember that brief clip you’d seen years ago of his brutal spike - it seems like time has only served to make it more lethal. The rest of his team is undeniably good, you doubt Ushijima would join a club made up of anything less than the best, but still, he’s in his element and without a single doubt the strongest on the court. 

For every point he scores, Tendou cheers wildly. Halfway through the second set you can see that every player on the other side hates Ushijima - if the scowls and muttered snarls they’re shooting his way are anything to go by. You can’t exactly say you blame them for it either. They’re demoralised and angry, frustrated by the huge Ace and his indomitable force and even though he’s not a part of the team, Tendou revels in it. There’s a song he starts to sing, some inane jig that flows too naturally to have been made up on the spot. You can almost imagine him on the court beside Ushiwaka, singing it after stealing point after point from the other team. The two of them must have made a formidable team on the court.

They still do, you suppose.

You’ve never been one for volleyball, or sports in general, but even you can’t deny the sense of feral anticipation in the air as Ushijima steps up to serve on match point. Tendou has his hand wrapped tightly around yours, leaning forward in his seat to watch the spectacle. You can’t say you blame him.

You might hate him, but you can’t deny that his serves are a sight to behold. Your heart thumps as he throws the balls up, runs and launches himself into the air. His legs are arched, his form perfect and you still can’t quite believe how high he manages to get considering his size -

And then he hits the ball, palm slamming into the leather with a resounding smack - it flies over the net, damn near knocks the poor Libero off his feet as he tries to save it, but even that isn’t enough to stop it. The ball ricochets off his receive, spinning into the crowd and just like that - it’s all over. 

Ushijima roars in victory, and Tendou turns to you, red eyes wild and delighted. You don’t have a moment to breathe, much less prepare yourself before his lips are crashing against your own. 

The deafening cheers of the stadium fade out. 

You can feel his racing pulse as he clutches you close, the unrepentant enthusiasm that pours through him as his tongue dances across your bottom lip, begging for entry. You’re stuck still, frozen in place as your soulmate steals his first kiss.

Somehow when you pictured this moment as a little girl, you didn’t imagine that it would be fear that floods your veins, that the soft, breathless laugh that Tendou gives as he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours would scare you instead of making you feel safe and loved.

They walk you home together. It’s unnerving enough with just one of them, but with both your soulmates flanking you you’re more on edge than usual. 

Or maybe it’s the slightly weird energy you can sense between the two of them. Tendou hasn’t stopped grinning since he kissed you and Ushijima still seems a little wired from his win. He hasn’t said much since the three of you left the stadium, but he’s holding you closer than normal, an arm slung low across your back, his fingers brushing possessively along your hip. 

God, Kyoto can’t happen fast enough. 

There’s a lump in your throat as you reach your apartment. They’d offered to take you out for dinner after the game finished - to celebrate Ushiwaka’s crushing victory over ‘those poor assholes’ as Tendou had put it - but despite the pit of hunger in your stomach, you’d politely refused. The less time spent with them the better.

Surprisingly, both Tendou and Ushijima had taken it in stride without so much as a peep.

But now you’re at the front door, keys in hand and Ushijima still has his arm draped around you. It’s not like they haven’t been in this position before, but despite all their gentle cajoling (well, gentle is relative - Tendou whines petulantly and Ushijhima just seems to hover silently like an overgrown bat) they’ve never actually been inside your apartment. 

It’s your one sanctuary, and you very much want to keep it that way.

“Y’know, ‘Toshi and I’ve been thinking,” Tendou begins, snatching the keys out of your hand before you can stop him, chuckling and swatting at you when you try and grab them back. “Me ‘n the big guy, we really do love you, baby - head over heels, heart racing, butterflies in your stomach kinda love. It’s kinda sappy, actually. You have no idea how happy you’ve made us.”

The key slides into the lock and he twists it, pushing your door wide open. His eyes flash to yours and he grins, bowing as he gestures towards the open apartment. Your open apartment.

An invitation.

You blanch. “Um, I-I don’t think-”

Stupid of you to think you ever had a choice in the matter - Ushijima’s arm is an iron wall against your back, pushing you forward as he crosses the threshold. 

Tendou follows behind the two of you, and the click of the door shutting behind you echoes far too loudly in your small apartment. He tosses the keys into the little dish on the kitchen counter - where they always go when you’re at home - and winks at you.

“I mean we are your soulmates so I ‘spose it’s kind of a given.” He shrugs, leaning back against the countertop, folding his arms over his chest. “But we can’t help but notice that you seem a little… uneasy around us. And I get it, baby, really I do. You’re just a little shy - it’s cool.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as Ushijima’s fingers curl around your jaw and he tilts your face to the side to meet his intense stare, “You’re being unnecessarily stubborn,” he elaborates.

A flicker of amusement dances in Tendou’s eyes at his bluntness. “We tried it your way - taking it slow and steady, trying to ease you in but, well… I think we can all agree your way isn’t working all that great.”

Your eyes snap back to him, “What?”

His grin widens, “So we figured it’s time we try it our way. We’ve been so good, baby! D’ya have any idea how hard it’s been to hold ourselves back?”

Ushijima’s grip is unrelenting, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically trying to fight your way out of it as Tendou pushes off the counter and stalks over to the two of you.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, “Been waiting so long for this. Wanted to fuck you on the tables back in the diner in that cute lil’ uniform of yours.” He smirks down at you, his pupils blown wide and dripping with lust. 

No. No, no, no! You shake your head frantically as he closes in, “Stop, wait! Let me go, LET ME GO! I-I don’t want-”

Your panicked words are cut off as Ushijima suddenly spins you around to face him. His hand cups your cheek, enveloping it entirely, and his broad thumb strokes the soft skin gently. “We’re not going to hurt you, little one. You just need to see - to feel what we feel for you.”

Whatever retort you have is swallowed up as he closes the gap between you and kisses you. He’s demanding - unrelenting - forcing your mouth open so that his tongue can taste yours. Distantly you register Tendou slotting in behind you, the unmistakable bulge that presses against your ass as he attaches himself to your neck. “Shh, baby,” he murmurs between kisses, fingers sliding to the hem of your top. “Let your soulmates take care of you, hm?”

It’s not like you’ve ever had a choice in the matter.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere ushijima x reader #yandere tendou x reader #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere tendou satori #yandere ushijima wakatoshi x reader #yandere tendou satori x reader #my fic #my writing #yandere imagines #yandere fic #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #yandere hq #soulmate au #yandere soulmates #tw stalking #tw implied noncon #its 4 am im going to sleep

[nuggiesnoogie]

Be on Time

Nanami Kento

-> College au//non-academic reader//assignment partners//third person POV//female pronouns//Romance

Desc: You, arguably last in your class, were paired with the indisputable best and you try your hardest not to disappoint.

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“I mean… I did better on this one.” She said with a slight drift of her voice. She broke her eyes away from the online score, set the laptop aside, and flopped backwards on her bed. Okay, sure, maybe she wasn’t the best studier, the most studious worker, and struggled to pay attention in class, but at least she could say she was there, in college. That within itself was an accomplishment.

School for her had always been a constant uphill struggle. Whenever she started to get used to the content they learned in class, they move on, and then forgets all about it when exams come around. Studying was just too boring to do consistently as whenever she tried she ended up distracted in the end. And long assignments? She always procrastinated until the last second. So sure, maybe some of that was on her, but didn’t defeat the fact that even if she did try her hardest, she wouldn’t understand.

Although, there was at least one specific instance when she did attempt her very best work. And on that note… her eyes glided to the corner of the screen and she choked on her spit. “Shit, I’m gonna be late!” She thought she had more time!

She departed her dorm and headed off to the library as fast as she could, all the way across campus, and spotted her partner already set up and working. She set down her things across him from while trying to catch her breath.

“You’re 15 minutes and 10 seconds late.” He said, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

“Wow…” she heaved and relaxed back in her chair, “you even counted the seconds in your head? Impressive.”

He adjusted his glasses, “there are clocks everywhere. I have a watch. Stop wasting time more time and start working.”

The student took a look at her surroundings and then his wrist. She slowly nodded. “Right.” She got out her own stuff and noticed how much less it was. One notebook compared to his three sprawled out, zero text books to his two, no stack of sticky notes, and only a multicolored pen compared to his five different utensils neatly lined up. His side of the table was a visualization of Kento Nanami. It was some wicked string of fate that the worst student in class was paired with the best. She frankly didn’t even know how someone like her and someone like him both existed in the same Alma mater.

She often found her eyes gliding to him in their shared class, usually when it was dreadfully boring. He sat in the front, never looking up once at the board as he dutifully wrote down notes. Honestly, the way he presented himself on the first day of class, slacks held up by a sleek leather belt, a wrinkle free button up shirt, and slickly styled hair, she thought he was he was the professor.

She was honestly relieved and her heart skipped a beat when he sat down among the other students. Always to the point whenever he presented or gave a speech, never skipping class or coming in late, constant questions and clarifications. She probably could listen to him speak all day and never get bored or distracted… well maybe his face would distract her for a while, but she would definitely, most likely, hopefully, go back to paying attention to his words.

She couldn’t pin point why she felt that way toward him. She looked down at her own attire. Pajama pants and a sweat shirt. The embarrassing realization set in that she completely forgot to change. Maybe it was because he was everything that she wasn’t.

“Let me see your work so far.” He said, his piercing brown eyes digging into her.

Oh shit, she hadn’t even opened a document yet—hell, not even looked at the syllabus for that matter. So far, the most amount of work done was opening her half page full notebook and laptop. In spite of that, she panicked and just turned her device around and pushed it toward the blonde. His eyebrows somehow lowered more than before.

“So you just sat around and ruminated about some grade you got?” He sharply questioned. Her eyes widened as she snatched the laptop back and closed out of it with the clear her throat, trying to distract from the heat on her face.

Her shoulders lifted, “I-I mean hey, it was the best I’ve gotten in a while.”

“A 17 out of 30 is the best you’ve gotten in a while?” He repeated in a deadpanned manner, obviously not as enthused about her ‘accomplishment’ as she.

She tapped her pointer fingers together. “Well now that you say it out loud…”

“Okay. Listen closely.” His hardened eyes bore into her. “This needs to be done by the end of the week.”

Her eyes turned to saucers as she slammed her hands on the table and leaned forward. “Huh? I thought we had until the end of the semester to turn it in?! Oh crap did I get the date wrong again-“

“Quiet down. You’re in a library.” He reminded. She obeyed and quickly sat back. “You weren’t wrong. I just want this done and over as soon as possible. However, If you don’t think you can handle it then tell me now so I can start working on your half.”

Ah of course. That made sense. She wouldn’t want to work with her longer than necessary either. Although, she gave him a pleading expression. “N-No! Please, let me try. I at least want to try… I really don’t want to be a burden.”

He adjusted his clean press, button shirts sleeve. Even for the smallest of occasions, he strived to look formal. “Then do it. Be done with at least a quarter by the end of today.”

“Okay! Will do.” She said and went to work. Some of her wished she hadn’t succumb to his demands as easily as she did, but his commanding tone and authoritative aura made it hard to disobey… So when she started and her mind began to wander, it wasn’t anything deliberate. “So… what’s your major?”

“Business.”

“I should have guessed, you already look the part. I’m half ready for you to tell me I’m fired.”

He left the air empty.

She tapped on a random key. “Do you know what you want to do specifically in business? Like sales or taxing… or fiscal…”

He covered his mouth as it sounded like he held back a sneeze. Although she can see through the cracks in his hand he was slightly smiling. Wait…

“Did you laugh at me?”

The blonde dropped his hand but ignored her, any remnants or hints of a smile completely wiped away. She nearly doubted herself, but her mouthed tended to most faster than her kind.

“Holy crap I didn’t know you did that!” She exclaimed happily.

He repeated the held back laugh again, but in a lesser, more discreet degree. “Focus. Now isn’t the time for games.”

She paid her attention back to her screen. Right. A quarter. It was only… 25? Yeah, 25 percent of the whole thing. That shouldn’t be difficult. The assignment also felt familiar, so she should breeze through.

Should. But, of course, that wasn’t what happened.

She worked the hardest she could to get things done, but each chunk there were times where she would get stuck or lost. At that point she’d simply move on. During one of these very points, she dramatically sighed then pushed back her seat.

“I’m gonna go-“

“Make it quick.”

She returned half an hour later.

“What took you so long?” He hadn’t bothered looking up and his facial expression stayed cold, but his tone of voice made it clear he was upset.

“What, a girl can’t take a shit in peace?” She quipped back.

That took him off guard as his next words stumbled on his tongue. She laughed at him then placed down two drinks. “Kidding. I went to the cafe and the line was really long.” Finally, he tore his gaze away from the screen to look at his partner, then to the coffee cup. “I would have asked you what you wanted if I wasn’t cut off, so you got you what I get and it’s kinda sweet. Uh, both the action and the coffee.”

Nanami’s eyes returned to his laptop. “You wasted your money.”

She gently pushed the cup closer with her pinky. “If you really feel bad then you can drink it and make sure it doesn’t go to waste. And you didn’t bother to let me finish so that’s on you cause you never said you didn’t want anything.”

“I never said I wanted anything either.”

“Then it’s a sorry/apology gift for being paired with me.” She chuckled, bringing one knee up into her chair.

They both went back to work and sometime soon, she noticed her partner began packing up.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“It’s time to go.” It was as he said. 5pm, sharp. “You should learn to pay more attention to the time.”

“I-I… yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t bother apologizing, just do it.” He stoically said. She flinched and shrunk in her chair. She nearly missed it, but there seemed to be some hint of remorse in his eyes. Before she could comment, he spoke up. “Are you done with a quarter?”

She glanced back to her screen and nodded with the wave of her hand. The fragmented sections probably added up to a quarter… maybe. “Pff, yeah, of course. I’ll be leaving in a bit.”

He didn’t bother to check. “Tomorrow, same time. Don’t be late.”

She watched him leave before slumping and letting her head hit the table with a hard thump. “Ow, ow…” she said as she rubbed the spot.

The next day, she was late. Again.

“You’re late by the exact same time. Again.”

“Even the seconds? Wow. At least there is some sort of consistency in my life…” she mumbled, then brightly smiled at the dead expressioned Kento before opening her laptop. “I’m late because I spent the whole night getting half of my part done, so I ended up over sleeping.”

She slid it around and proudly showed him the fruits of her nightly labor. He deeply exhaled, using the pad to scroll up and down. The expression of impressed she was waiting for never came. All she got was an eye twitch.

“Is the even the same assignment? Did you look at the syllabus?”

She handed over said paper and he let out an exasperated sigh. “That is for your other class.” He pointed to the date, “two semesters ago.”

“Wha-really?! Oh…”

He pushed up his glasses and gave her things back, as well as his syllabus. “I need to get back to work.”

She didn’t bother speaking after that, thoroughly embarrassing herself enough. He probably would start working on hers and though she desperately didn’t want that, didn’t say anything to protest outside of doing the real assignment. At 5pm once more, he began to pack up. He went around the table and before he could leave, she finally spoke.

“I’m sorry… I’m really, really sorry. I’m trying the best I can. I didn’t want to rely on you… I don’t want you to see me as just some incompetent dumbass.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she hugged her self, tightly shutting her eyes. “I’m not the best at school and I’m okay with doing bad, but I don’t want my partners to be dragged down with me.”

She heard shuffling. He probably left. It’s for the best. But what was that nice scent?

A soft trail from a napkin gently swipes under her eyes. She looked up. Kento was slightly bent down, his arm outstretched to her face as he held a napkin. His expression is less rigid than before, easing her nerves just a tad. “Dumb people let themselves struggle and end up dying a pointless death in the end when all they had to do was ask for help.”

Her head slightly tilted as she sniffled. “…isn’t this is a history assignment?”

“It would have helped if you asked yourself that while working on that last night.” He said lightly. Probably the kindest he has spoken to her, any of his previously intimidating previous tone was absent.

She tittered somewhat bitterly, her face warm and stomach doing flips. He’s pretty close. “You have a point.”

He shook his head and drew his hand back. “You should have told me you were struggling instead of wasting time.”

He then placed his things down next to her, but left their section of the library. She felt like she spent forever on figuring out what he was doing, up until he returned 30 minutes later, setting down two coffee cups. “You’re right, the line is very long this time of day.” He then sat down next to her, pulling her notes and laptop so it was between them, and for good measure, scooted his chair closer. He smelled like mahogany teakwood and fabric softener, and was just close enough to also smell his shampoo. Was that lavender?

No, no, more important question—why was the Kento Nanami sitting back down? Did he intend to help her himself?

She slowed her internal questions and took things one step at a time. She took a sip of the coffee and melted. It’s exactly what she got yesterday. “So you liked it?”

“Would I get it again if I didn’t?”

“Maybe you just have a soft spot for crying girls.”

He took his time responding. “I’m not as cruel as you make me out to be.”

She was expecting outright denial but she was pleasantly surprised. “Hell, I didn’t think you even drank any of it. Thank you.”

“Hmm.”

She took more sips and slowly nodded. That was probably as close as she would get to a ‘thank you.’ For now. “About the assignment, you aren’t going to do it yourself?” She hesitantly asked him.

“No. You already showed you’re dedicated enough. You must have gotten a good score on the other assignment from what I saw.”

“I probably didn’t. I dunno… I kinda like to just forget most of my scores all together. Easier to fail with low expectations, haha…” she weakly laughed.

“It’s easier to pass when you hold yourself to a higher standard.”

She supposed he did had a point with that one. She never thought of it that way. “How come you didn’t help me from the beginning?”

“I do what I need to do during the times I schedule and nothing else. You should do the same. Time management skills will help you be efficient in getting things done.” He gave her a little look. “Especially so that you don’t end up staying too late.”

“Oh… yeah, that makes sense. That’s good advice.”

“I know. Pay attention to this part right here…”

He went on to thoroughly explain and help her with the assignment. He was clear and concise, while also guiding her through it instead of just telling her what to do. Time flew and surprisingly, she was able to stay engaged the whole time. Though he did have to snap her out of it a few times when she got captivated by his jaw.

“Let’s stop here.”

She cracked her knuckles with almost a disappointed gleam in her eye. “Really? We’re on a roll.”

“Yes, this is a quarter done, we can move on for now. Get your math assignment out.”

Her eyebrows knit. “H-Huh?”

“That’s the class with the low score. I’m going to help you because I’m assuming you don’t ask for help in that one either. Now hurry up, the library closes in two hours.”

She did as told with a small smile, “so what, you’re my personal tutor now? A straight ‘A’ don’t have better things to do?”

He took a sip of his drink. “I don’t from 5pm to 10pm on Tuesday’s, Thursdays, and Friday’s, so make sure you don’t either and be here on time.”

Her arms crossed as she gave him a skeptical look. “But why are you helping me with my other classes? I don’t have anything to offer you besides coffee but you can get that yourself.”

“Weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to be a dumbass?” He retorted, then ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s painful to watch someone with potential waste it.”

She smiled, her stomach catching butterfly’s. “You really think that?”

“Why would I say something I don’t mean?”

She hugged him and made sure to squeeze tight. “Thank you so much! I’ll make sure to work extra hard. And thank you again for the coffee.”

He turned his head away as his hand somewhat covered the lower half of his face, “let go of me.” He said. Even so, he made no efforts to remove her. The blonde cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

#anime #x reader #female reader #kento nanami x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #kento nanami #college au #long reads #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader

[h2bakugou]

Hello dear friend~~May I ask what would be main 3+denki reaction to having a crush on a girl who never studies, and always does her homework in the morning before the class, and then when the results of their exams come out she's in the top5 and they just dont understand how she can have such good grades with how little she studies because she doesnt show that shes actually really smart? ☺️ (happened to me, everyone is shooketh when they found out my grades bc I have a rebel spirit about study?)

a/n: hi hun!! of course! i felt this, i never really studied unless i needed to, or i really didn’t understand something and i think i did pretty okay. but now i’m a drop out so- kjfhdjg i’m going to be doing online school soon though because i’d like to get my high school diploma.

headcanon: them with a crush on someone who never studies but excels in class

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou doesn’t expect you to do very well. It’s the honest truth. 

He’s watched you every morning, scramble to finish your homework, and somehow manage to write legible answers with how fast your hand moves.

And before every test, he doesn’t see you study at all. It’s like you barely even keep notes.

In fact, he’s almost certain you don’t even keep notes at all. He was willing to bet that the notebook that rested on your desk during note time was promptly filled with doodles and random drawings, maybe even a to-do list or something.

But, all that aside, Bakugou has the fattest crush on you. This man is fucking smitten till the day he dies.

Everything about you astounds him, he’s never seen anyone like you.

And it goes to say that when you come out second in class, under him, he’s fucking confused and amazed at the same time.

He wants to ask you a million questions on how you did, ask if you cheated off of him somehow but he knows that’s not even remotely true.

His idea of trying to ask you out is getting you to study with him.

“Oi.” Bakugou approaches you after class, walking back toward your dorm.

“Oh, hey Bakugou.” You smile at him. You had a crush on him too, but neither side knew the other’s feelings.

“We’re studying together tomorrow. Meet me in the library and don’t be late.” Bakugou storms off, totally chad-like he’s thinking he’s just scored you and everything.

y/n.exe has stopped working.

You know he knows you don’t study.

You show up anyway and you can’t help but laugh because it’s certainly not studying that you two are doing in the library.

Somehow he’s managed to lead you to the library just to take you out on a date somewhere because there’s no book bag in sight, not even a book moved from the shelf.

“Alright let’s go.” Bakugou smirks.

“You could’ve just asked me out on a date in the first place.” You tease him.

“Shut up.” He huffs, smiling.

It’s a really good date.

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izuku midoriya

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Midoriya has probably asked you to help him study once or twice. He knows you’re up pretty high in class, you have great grades, but he’;s confused as fuck when you turn him down.

“What?” He blinks at you, confused.

“It’s not that I don’t want to! I’d love to but I uh don’t really study.” You mumble, avoiding his gaze.

“But you have amazing grades-”

“And I finish all my worksheets right before class starts, it’s just how I do things.” You look back up at him and smile.

“I can try my hardest to help, but studying isn’t really my strong suit, I think I get lower grades when I study.”

from that point on, I think Midoriya probably finds you that much more fascinating.

He loves to learn more about you, and knowing that you can finish a big project the morning it’s due and make a top grade, he’s blown away.

He starts to realize he likes you when you start hanging around him more.

You help him as best you can when he comes to you for answers, you’re very smart, you just have a very different way of doing your work from him.

When he finally decides to make the move, he’s shitting bricks. He’s nervous, and totally freaking out because he doesn’t even know if you like him.

“Uh hey, (Y/n)?” Midoriya pulls you aside after class, stopping you before you leave the classroom.

“What is it Izu?” You ask, having given him the cute nickname after being on a first name basis with him.

“I was wondering, well if you’d like to go on a date with me.” Midoriya gained some confidence after the sentence came out, looking at you with determination and affection.

“Sure, when and where?” You smiled, feeling your face begin to heat up.

“Wherever you want, there’s a really nice restaurant that opened up nearby-”

“Sounds like fun.” You glance away and smile. You had butterflies in your stomach.

“Are you nervous?” Midoriya asked, watching as you seemed to be a little anxious yourself.

“A little. My crush just asked me out so...” You giggle.

“You’re nervous about me asking you out but not finishing a project the day it’s due?!”

“Those are two totally different things!”

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shoto todoroki

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I feel like Todoroki knows from the get go that you don’t study. He never sees you in the study groups, or in the library. He always sees you doing some sort of paperwork in the morning, and he catches on rather quickly that it’s last night’s homework, or an assignment from earlier on in the week.

Still, he can’t jump to conclusions just yet.

He overhears Kirishima talking to Kaminari about you. He’s not trying to eavesdrop on their conversation but he’s curious nonetheless.

“Yeah, I don’t think they study at all.” Kirishima tells Kaminari.

Todoroki is pretty intrigued now.

Starts investigating to see if you actually study or not. And when he doesn’t find anything to say that you do, he just waits for the exam results to come back.

He knows you didn’t study, no one accounted for you at any study groups, and Sero even said you’d gone to bed after training that afternoon.

When the results come back, Todoroki is dumbfounded.

You did better than him. You landed a whole three spots above him. 

Todoroki makes it his goal to talk to you now. And you two become really good friends, and Todoroki develops this crush on you.

He’s not sure how it even happened, all he knows is he likes you and everything about you intrigues him.

So when you’re hanging out in his dorm room, just talking and chilling out, he asks if you want to study for the next quiz coming up.

“Oh I don’t actually study.” You giggle, looking at the half-and-half boy you had a crush on.

“You don’t?” Todoroki restates, finally confirming all his suspicions.

“Nope. It doesn’t really do much for me, I’ve never really studied.” 

From then on out, Todoroki enjoys when you accompany him while he studies. He studies alone just to be able to spend time with you.

Especially when he asks you out.

“(Y/n)?” Todoroki glances up from his work sheet and you look up from the book he’d lent you to read while he worked on his assignments.

“Yeah Sho?” You smile at him, closing the book, holding your spot with your thumb.

“Would you like to go on a date after school soon?” He asks, getting the question he’d been wanting to ask off his chest finally.

“Yes.” Your eyes lit up at his question and you could feel your face getting hotter by the second.

“You look hot.” Todoroki comments on your flustered face which only deepens at his comment.

“I didn’t mean- I mean you are very beautiful but your face looked hot as in temperature.” Todoroki’s own face begins to flush at his fumbled words as you begin to smile and laugh.

“You’re too cute.” You grin at him. He smiles back and returns to his work, ready to take you on that date.

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denki kaminari

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Kaminari has no clue. He’s oblivious. I don’t think he’s as stupid as people make him seem but he certainly doesn’t catch on right away, it takes a bit of time.

And one loud mouthed explosive blonde haired friend of his to point it out.

“I was gonna ask them to study with us after class.” Kaminari states, telling the group about his first move to try and ask you out. He’s had a crush on you since he laid eyes on you, and he’s shooting his shot.

“You dumbass. They don’t study.” Bakugou groans, looking over at you, scrambling to finish your homework.

“That’s the homework from last night.” Bakugou points out to Kaminari and his eyes go wide.

“There’s no way they’re going to pass!” Kaminari exclaims.

“We have to go help them!” Kaminari is about to go rush over to you but Kirishima stops him and laughs.

“Just wait, you’ll see.” Kirishima reassures Kaminari.

And sure enough, when the homework gets returned, Kaminari watches as your paper returns with the highest marking. You passed. With a perfect score.

This doesn’t stop Kaminari from shooting said shot though. He’s trying even harder. He’s determined.

"So there’s that big test coming up.” Kaminari began talking to you about three weeks ago, you’ve become friends, and you both have mutual feelings for one another that the other doesn’t know about, but it’s pretty obvious to the surrounding friends in the Bakusquad.

He’s talking to you about the test coming up with all of the subjects you’ve covered so far, a bit of a mid-term if you will.

“I’m a little nervous about it if I’m being honest.” You admit, taking a bite of your lunch.

“Do you wanna study with us later tonight?” Kaminari asks, feeling volts coarse through his veins as he awaits your answer.

“Studying isn’t really my thing. It’s not that I don’t want too! Please don’t think I’m trying to avoid you guys.” You bite your lip and look away trying to come up with the right words to say.

“Studying crams my brain and I don’t really think fluidly when the test comes, I get worse grades when I study then when I don’t.”

“I’ll stop by after with snacks and drinks so you don’t feel left out then.” Kaminari grins, his amber eyes full of excitement.

And sure enough, he stops by, a few slices of pizza and some soda in hand.

“So I was thinking, me and you.” Kaminari starts. You’re playing some video games before lights out.

“Me and you?” You question, currently beating Kaminari in Mario Kart.

“Yeah like, would you wanna go out sometime?” He asks, smiling.

“Sure, that could be a lot of fun.” Your face begins to heat up, and you lose your spot to Kaminari as your mind begins to scream with excitement. You feel your heart beating faster.

“Wait really?” Kaminari turns to look at you pausing the game.

“Yes. I like you, and I want to go on ad ate with you.” You smile, setting the controller down.

“Oh this is awesome!” Kaminari hugs you.

The next day when the test is over, the Bakusquad stands dumbfounded as you pass the test with the highest score, even beating Bakugou.

Kaminari is proud.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Together ~ KNJ [Request]

WORD COUNT:5.3k

PAIRING: Namjoon x Reader

GENRE: College AU, friends to lovers, angst, fluffy ending,

A single cough erupted from one side of the giant lecture theatre that you were sitting inside of causing everyone to stare over at the kid that coughed. He blushed deeply but anyone would with around 100 students sitting and staring at you because you coughed. All of you were just sitting there waiting eagerly for the exam to end. Tapping pens could be heard as you glanced around at everyone, it was the final exam and it appeared as though everyone had already finished and was just waiting for the bell to ring. All you wanted to do was race out of the lecture hall and out into the hot summer weather to tan for a while but you had to sit there, in silence until the test was finished otherwise the whole year of learning would have been for nothing. 

All the hours of countless cramming for tests would have gone to waste so you sat there. Staring forward at the chalkboard and around 60 students heads since you were right at the back of the hall.

It was finally the end of your first college school year and you were looking forward to the next eight weeks of pure bliss, not having to worry about waking up early for lectures or staying up all night studying for a test. It was going to be the best summer vacation you could ever possibly want, you already had what you were going to do planned out. No one was going to be in the dorm house that you shared, they all had their own plans so you arranged to stay inside for the first week, catching up on everything that needed to do before deciding to relax, binge watch shows and do whatever you wanted.

"Pencils down and close your booklets, if you have no finished you're exam don't worry. I'm sure you can make it up when you repeat this year," You looked at the woman at the front of the room, she was a woman in her early 40's with a Karen haircut, she'd been brought in when your original tutor for the course left to have a baby and never bothered coming back. It was a surprise to you that you even knew half of the questions on the exam, the teacher was useless you practically taught yourself late at night reading through the books and countless research articles online. 

"Single file lines! You're adults, we shouldn't have to tell you how to behave!" She screamed as people began rushing to get out of the hall, you stayed behind not wanting to get trampled in the herd of people.

The room was silent again apart from the shuffling of papers as Mrs Kim collected all of the papers. Leaning behind yourself you began packing things into your bag not noticing that your best friend was lingering up behind you. 

"Boo!" He yelled out as he placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you a little making you cry out in surprise. 

"Joonie," You whined as you saw the surprised look on Mrs Kim's face as she heard a sudden noise come out of nowhere. 

"Sorry Mrs Kim, I've come to steal my best friend." He practically pulled you free from your chair and dragged you out of the hall and into the hallways where people were talking amongst one another.

"I'm not even going to ask how it went, you're my best friend and I already know you've passed," He said in a matter-a-fact tone as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and that was when you knew he wanted something. The two of you had been friends since you could walk and talk you knew exactly what he was up to when he was flattering you. 

"Whatever it is, no. I'm not doing it, I'm not driving you, I’m not doing a late assignment for you, I’m not going to pick you up late from a party and I'm not going to kill someone for you," You went through everything so you didn't leave a single thing out but Namjoon tutted at you. 

"I am offended that you would even think for a second that I was trying to get something out of you," You stood still as you looked at him with a blank stare, 

"Okay fine I need something," He grumbled pulling you with him as he walked out of the main campus building.

Back at the house, you waited for Namjoon to tell you what it was that he wanted, the whole walk home he'd been avoiding the question or distracting you with something else. The house you lived in was huge, it had around nine bedrooms in total all with their own bathrooms and two main bathrooms. It used to be an old mansion home but it was renovated when a college was built nearby and rented out to groups of college kids. The last year you'd been living there with Namjoon and six of his college buddies, all of you got along which was perfect, no awkward meetings in the hallways or kitchen.

"You can't just tell me you need something and then not say anything," You told him as you picked up a slice of pizza from the box and began eating it. This was what he did when he wanted something, he would try to bribe you with food or do something nice for you, you'd known him long enough that this meant he was going to ask for something big.

"You're not doing anything in the summer, right?" You put down the slice of pizza and brushed your hands onto a napkin as you got up to leave. You already knew what he was going to ask and you weren't interested, 

"No way, there is no way of me going on that stupid trip." You told him as you began heading for the staircase wanting to go to bed but he grabbed your wrist. 

"You're my best friend, we're supposed to look out for one another," He whined as he looked at you, his large brown eyes turning into puppy-dog eyes as he attempted to persuade you.

It was the summer vacation he and some of his friends had been planning to take together,

"Kyong is going and I don't want to be alone with her," He told you as he looked at you, tugging on your wrist as he waited for you to say something. Mi Kyong, his ex-girlfriend that practically ripped him apart and left you to stitch him back together again. Cheating on him so many times in the relationship you wondered how he stayed with her for as long as he did. To you, she was the devil in disguise but to Namjoon she was and would always be the love of his life. 

"I'm weak if I go near her I'll break," That wasn't a lie, you knew that if Namjoon even stayed in the same room as her alone she would somehow manipulate him back into her life only to break him up into pieces yet again.

"I thought Jungkook and the boys were going," You sighed thinking about how your perfect relaxing time was going to be ruined by going out to some log cabin in the woods.

"They're taking their dates...Please...We'll have fun I promise and you can bring books...Music, painting gear...Whatever you want," You knew he was never going to let it go so you nodded slowly at him, at least this way you could keep a close eye on him at all times. 

The two of you were back in the living room, pizza slice in your hand as you were ready to curl up and watch Grey's Anatomy together,

"There's just one thing," He called out, you turned to stare at him pizza slice in your mouth waiting for him to continue.

"You have to pretend to be my date." The pizza slice slipped from your hands and onto the white leather sofa as you stared at him. 

"What?" Your voice cracked thinking that maybe you'd heard him wrong or he was just trying to joke but he shook his head. 

"You have to pretend to date me, nothing major just...A cuddle and holding hands," You stared at him feeling your heart pounding against your chest at the thought of doing something like that was Namjoon. He wasn't the type of friend that cuddled or held hands with anyone so suddenly doing that bought back all of the feelings you had for him that you had repressed. You never wanted to admit your feelings for him and when you moved into a house together for college you pushed them down so deep you thought you'd gotten over him. 

"And share a room, which we've done before it's not a big deal." He mumbled as he began watching the screen. Not a big deal? To him maybe it wasn't a big deal but to you, it was bringing up all of the repressed feelings you'd hoped you had been over.

"Y-Yeah, no big deal." You mumbled staring at the screen as you suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. 

"I gotta go pack," You said suddenly, leaving the pizza with Namjoon and rushing up to your bedroom. Slamming the door and looking around as you thought about all of the things you didn't have for a summer vacation, tomorrow was going to be an impromptu shopping trip as early as possible. 

The car pulled up outside the large home and you thought it was some kind of joke until everyone began pulling their bags out. You took Namjoon by the hand and stared at him, 

"I thought you said it was a cabin in the woods," You whispered turning to look at the large mansion behind you which was defiantly not a small cabin in the woods.

"No, I said it was a home in a remote area." The remote area part was right, the ride had taken you almost four hours to get out here and it was in the middle of the woods but it was not a home of any kind. It was huge and modern. All of it was an open plan area with large floor to ceiling windows. The walls were white and black and that was just the outside. 

"I couldn't let my boys slum it for the summer," Kyong's voice said as she trailed her hand along Namjoon's back, you watched as he tensed up. The original plan was for him to be in the car with her but you managed to get Jimin and his girlfriend to swap with you both, riding along with Yoongi and his girlfriend instead. 

"It's costing me almost 650,000,00₩, for the month. I know you're only here for a week but I decided I would stay." Everyone seemed to have their eyes glued onto the building as they stared at it, 

"Nine bedrooms so I'm afraid Y/n might have to be on the sofa," She said in a condescending tone but that was when Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and drew you closer to him. Sparks felt as though they were shooting off your body and you hoped no one picked up on the fact that you were so shy from the small touch. 

"Actually she'll be in my room since we're together." He stared at Kyong as he said it and the smile on her face was wiped away, leaving a shocked look as she tried to think of something to say in response. 

"Really? You and Y/n- Wow...I never would have thought your taste would have changed that much," You knew it was an insult but you chose to ignore her, pulling at Namjoon's hand. 

"Come on babe, let's go find a good view." You cooed, pulling him into the front door and hoping that Kyong would finally leave him alone now that she heard you were dating, that way you wouldn't have to go through the butterfly feelings every time he touched you, even a little. 

"Babe?" Namjoon chuckled as he walked behind you, he'd never heard you call him anything besides Namjoon or Joonie, or if he was in trouble, Kim Namjoon.

"You need it to be convincing, right?" A smirk played on his lips while you had your back to him, he let you lead him through the house to try and find a room for the two of you but it was huge and you thought you might have needed a map to find your way around. 

"Here," Namjoon laughed pulling you into a large bedroom, your bag dropped from your shoulder. 

The bedroom had its own sitting room so you weren't going to have to worry about sitting downstairs where Kyong would bother you. There were large glass windows leading out onto a balcony that looked as though it had grass on it.

"Why does the balcony have furniture, there's no door-" You stopped speaking when the glass doors that you originally thought were windows began to move and open up, folding into the walls so you could walk out onto the small balcony area that looked over a giant pool on the ground floor. 

"This place is incredible," You breathed out as you laid your hands on the balcony railing, looking over at the woods that were just beyond the house. 

Namjoon was looking around the room, an ensuite was connected to it all white marble. A walk-in shower and a corner bathtub with jets.

"Hey I-whoa," Namjoon stopped as he looked at you and the view wondering where the windows had gone.

"So that's what that switch did," He chuckled softly as he thought back on the switch he had flicked on the wall.

The night came sooner than expected, you'd spent most of the day unpacking everything you'd bought along with you and planning what you were going to do the next day and now everyone was gathered in the kitchen. 

"I made us all a pasta dish, I figured it would be nice for the evening," Not for one second did you believe that Kyong had cooked the pasta, mostly because there were take out containers in the bin but also because Namjoon told you about the last time she tried to cook. She almost burnt her entire dorm down just trying to use a rice cooker. 

"Are you really going to eat all that?" Kyong questioned as she watched you piling pasta onto your plate,

"I mean pasta is known to bloat us but I guess you're obviously not bothered about looking bloated." Namjoon was suddenly by your side ready to take over for you, 

"Y/n looks perfect, so why don't you just focus on yourself," He ordered, taking your plate and his over to tone of the many dining tables that were in the home. 

"Ignore her, she's just trying to get under your skin." He reassured you as he smiled weakly, you knew he still had feelings for her but it was nice to see how much he was stepping in for you when he needed to.

"What did you ever see in her?" You mumbled as you began eating some of the pasta, trying not to let her lingering words bother you so much. It wasn't as though you and Namjoon were really dating, it didn't matter what you looked like anyway. If a person didn't love you for who you really were then that person didn't deserve the time of day. 

"I'm not sure, I think I was looking in the wrong direction," He laughed as he watched you eating, smiling as he couldn't help but look at you. All the years he'd known you he had been hopelessly in love with you but never realised until it was too late. Until you both in college and busy with everything else to deal with one another, he never wanted to ruin the friendship that he had with you.

"What?" You questioned as you noticed how much he was staring at you, 

"Nothing...Did you bring my favourite book with you? I might sit by the pool with you tomorrow," He was trying to change the subject and distract his own mind from thinking about you in that way.

"Do you have spare blankets over there?" You asked Namjoon later when you were back in your room, 

"Yeah but I don't think you'll need them, it's summer." He chuckled looking up to see you standing over at the sofa in the bedroom getting ready for bed. You were dressed in one of his old football shirts from high school and a pair of shorts. Namjoon's mouth nearly fell open, he'd seen you in his clothes before but this was something different.

"I meant because I'm on the sofa, I can't sleep without something covering me," You laughed awkwardly when you felt how much he was beginning to stare at you, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. 

"Why are you on the sofa? We have a huge bed right here," He laughed pointing at the large California King Bed that was in the room but you never would have thought that he would be okay with sharing with you. 

"You want to share a bed? You? Mr Kim Namjoon who hates being cuddled?" You laughed as you slowly made your way over to the bed, pulling back the covers a little. 

"Don't worry, it's not as if I'm going to cuddle you in the night." It wasn't something that worried you though, it was a thought that excited you.

The next morning Namjoon bought breakfast up to you on the balcony, telling you that he and the boys were going to go for a hike. 

"Sure, sounds good...Get some good photos," You told him as you bit into the apple he'd bought up to you, he smiled just watching you. That morning he'd woken up before you to find himself wrapped around you, one arm draped over your waist while your legs tangled together under the thin sheet you had both chosen to sleep in. 

"I will, what are you planning on doing today?" The plan was to sit in the bedroom and avoid Kyong as much as possible but you knew it wasn't going to happen, 

"I'll sit by the pool and read...Maybe go for a swim or bike into town." There was a small village just down the road, it was almost a two-hour walk but maybe an hour on the bike if you were lucky. 

"Sounds like a good idea, maybe I can ride with you later. We can get some snacks to bring back," Agreeing with him you couldn't wait for the day to pass just so you could spend some quality time with him but right now you were looking forward to curling up beside the pool. 

"Have a nice time," You whispered to Namjoon as you stood by the back gate of the house, all of the boys were getting ready to leave on their hike, the girls staying behind. 

"Wait!" You turned around to see Kyong rushing over in hiking boots, a coat and some short shorts that were going to do nothing to protect her from the bugs and nettles that could get her out there.

"You're going too?" You questioned as you looked from her to Namjoon, it was clear he had no idea it was going to happen. 

"Yeah. Me and my boys going for a long hike. It'll give me and Joonie a chance to chat." Hearing your nickname for Namjoon roll out of her mouth made your blood boil and you wanted nothing more than to trip her up but Namjoon looked at you and you instantly felt calmer. 

"Baby please come with me, it won't be the same without you." Frowning you stared at him wondering what he was doing when he pulled you close to him by your waist, leaning his face down so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin. 

"Fine, let me change..." You looked at him going to leave when Kyong scoffed at the pair of you, 

"Not even a kiss goodbye?" It was obvious that she didn't believe you and Namjoon were truly dating and you knew Namjoon wanted her to believe it so you grabbed him back the back of the neck and kissed him. The moment your lips touched it felt as though your legs had turned to jelly and you were about to fall but Namjoon held you steady, holding you by the waist as he pulled you closer to him enjoying the kiss between you. For that moment no one else was around you, it was just the two of you as you finally kissed for the first time, your heart hammering against your chest as if it was trying to escape. 

"I'll go and change," You whispered as you pulled away, your voice was hoarse as you stared at him biting down on your lip as you hoped that would happen again. 

"I'll wait here," His voice was almost as hoarse as yours as he watched you run back into the house, his eyes never leaving your body until you disappeared. 

"Well, that was a nice performance," Kyong mumbled but Namjoon didn't hear her, he just waited for you to return. 

The week was almost over and you were enjoying your time there more than you originally thought you were going to. You and Namjoon spent a lot of time with everyone else which meant pretending to be a couple most of the time, holding onto one another, kissing him whenever you had the chance. It started to feel as though you were pretending anymore and that this was really happening, even if you knew deep down inside that there was nothing to this. That it would all be over as soon as you got back to your dorms but for now you were going to soak up as much of his attention as you could get for yourself. 

"I don't like being blindfolded Joonie, it makes you think you're up to something," You whined as he continued to walk you through a bumpy area, you could hear gushing water and footsteps but that was all. He let out a deep laugh that seemed to echo around wherever you were and you whined again, 

"Relax, here-" He began to untie the make-shift blindfold and you let your eyes adjust for a second to see that you were somewhere you'd never seen before. It was a cavern that had a pool of water inside, flowers spreading over the walls of the cave, the walls and ceiling seemed to have silver reflecting on them because of the water. 

"Hot springs," He said with a smile, bending down to touch the water as it began bubbling, your mouth almost dropped open at the sight. 

"I didn't bring a bathing suit, you didn't tell me what we were doing," You laughed softly as you looked at him and then to the pool behind him, it looked as though it was going to be relaxing. 

"Is it deep?" He shook his head in answer to your question, 

"Probably reach your shoulders, there are some rocks just under the water we can sit on and relax." He promised as he began to unbutton the white shirt he was wearing, you gasped and turned away not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

"I didn't bring a bathing suit. I'll wear my underwear, it's just the same," He said as he looked at you, hoping that you would do the same but not once saying what he wanted out loud. 

The two of you sat there side by side in the water just enjoying the peace and quiet, Kyong had done nothing but follow the two of you around all week long leading you to "pretend" you were both together for as long as possible.

"This week has been one of the most amazing times of my life," You told him as you rolled your head over to look at him, your gaze meeting his as he smiled at you. You didn't know if it was the low lighting or just because our feelings for him were resurfacing but his eyes seemed to sparkle, as though they had a golden hint to them.

"Even with all this pretending, that's been going on?" He questioned as he looked at you, biting down on his lip as you shrugged, 

"There's been one thing that's bugging me all week." He sat up straight making you do the same as you watched him, tilting your head to the side as you waited for him to elaborate on what he meant.

"I don't want to pretend...I want to be yours and I want you to be mine." Closing the distance between your mouths, you kissed him. At that moment it was clear that everything you had been feeling that week, the sparks, the butterflies, was all real. Everything you felt for him he felt the same for you and it excited you. He placed his hands on your waist lifting you up and placing him on his lap under the water as you continued to make out in the hot springs. 

His teeth biting down softly on your bottom lip as he asked for entrance, which you gladly granted him, letting your hands wander into his hair as you tugged him closer to you. 

"We're not pretending?" He questioned as you pulled away to catch your breath, you shook your head desperately, 

"Never again," You whispered before reconnecting our lips with his, going back to your steamy make-out session in the water.

Namjoon left soft kisses on your shoulder as the two of you laid naked in the bed, looking out at the night sky as you cuddled with one another. The two of you had made it back late after your make out in the hot springs and continued your session in the bedroom where it lead to more. 

"I'll go get us a snack," He chuckled as he heard your stomach growling, even if it was almost 3 am you were hungry from the activities you had both done together. 

"Thanks," You kissed him softly as he changed into a pair of shorts and a white shirt, disappearing out of the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Letting out a small excited squeal you laid back against the pillows and smiled to yourself, you never thought this day would come and now it had, you couldn't contain yourself. Everything you had ever wanted was becoming a reality.

Time passed and Namjoon still wasn't back with your snack, you figured he was going to cook something so you laid there for a second, trying to rest a little before he came back not expecting to fall asleep within seconds of closing your eyes.

Waking up alone the next day you frowned to yourself, he was supposed to be beside you,

"Joonie?" You called out as you changed into some leggings and a baggy shirt thinking maybe he had gone for an early walk or something. You headed down to the kitchen shocked to see Kyong nursing a hangover but that wasn't the part that shocked you. The part that shocked you was that she was dressed in nothing but Namjoon's shirt, the one he had put on the night before to go and make a snack for you. 

"I made this, drink it." Namjoon's voice called out to Kyong as she smirked at you, turning her head to look over at him and that was when you saw the deep purple bite marks up and down her neck. At that moment it felt as though your whole world was falling apart as you put it all together, dressed in his shirt, he was looking after her and she was covered in marks.

"I-I can't believe it," The glass Namjoon was holding slipped from his hand and smashed against the floor, the green liquid splashing all over the white floors and cabinets while Kyong smirked. 

"Y/n, it isn't what it looks like." You scoffed at him, rushing back up the stairs towards the bedroom as you began throwing clothes into your bag, trying to get some money together as he begged you not to overthink it. 

"It's not what it looks like," He pleaded as he stood in the way of the door so you couldn't leave the bedroom, 

"Was she dressed in your shirt?" You questioned as you stared at him, his eyes widened with panic,

"Yes, but-"

"Was she covered in hickies?" You asked him again, cutting him off. All you needed were the answers you knew exactly what had happened. He fell back into her arms the way he always did, crawling back to her every time.

"Yeah, but that-"

"You didn't come back last night, were you or were you not with her?" His face fell and he didn't answer, tears rushed to your eyes as you pushed past him heading down the stairs and in the direction of the front door. 

"You can't just leave, we're miles away from home." He called out as he chased after you, Kyong holding onto his arm as she whined at him not to yell anymore. 

"That's my problem to deal with," You mumbled as you threw your bag over your shoulder and took one of the bikes, heading to town was the best plan for now. Once you were there you could figure out where to go by Kyong groaned at you, 

"They're for people staying on this holiday." Locking eyes with her you threw the bike onto the ground before heading down the long driveway, ready to start your long walk back into the town. 

"Y/n!!" Namjoon yelled as he chased you down the road, grabbing you by the hand as he made you look at him.

"You have to let me explain, I know how it looks." At this point your tears were already rushing down your face as you looked up at him, you thought that he would be the one person you could trust in the world. He knew how much it hurt to be cheated on and yet he still did it to you, was it even cheating? Were you nothing more than a fling for him? 

"What was it? I was just there until she decided she was jealous enough to take you back? Or were you both in on a joke about it, she knew I had a crush on you and thought she could get kicks out of it?" He didn't blame you for being angry but he held your arm as he tried to make sure you listened to him.

"You thought, I can't screw my ex so why not fuck my best friend over instead?" Namjoon's eyes watered as he stared down at you waiting for you to finish,

"How could you ever think I would hurt you like that?"

"Because you did-"

"No. I didn't. I went down to get you food last night and I found her, drunk and on the floor covered in her own vomit." You pulled a disgusted face as he explained what had happened, leading you over to a rock as he sat you down beside him. 

"She was covered in her own vomit, along with bite marks, hickies. She said she'd been into town for drinks and got a taxi back. I changed her into my shirt and took her to bed but she wouldn't go to sleep without me there," You looked at him, feeling bad for accusing him of doing the one thing you knew he hated her for doing to him. 

“I sat beside the bed the whole night, I didn’t get into bed with her, I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” He sighed and you realized how much you must have overreacted.

"Joonie..." You breathed out as you felt bad for everything, 

"I know what it looked like but I would never do that to you. I'm in love with you, always have been and always will be but I loved her too...She may have hurt me but she's still a person and someone I once cared for so I wanted to make sure she was okay," That you could understand, you knew how deeply Namjoon cared for everyone he met so you weren't going to hold that against him.

"Now, please...Come back so we can drive home together..." 

"Together?" You questioned as he locked your hands together, linking your fingers with his, 

"As a couple?" He questioned looking at you, making you smile brightly as you nodded your head. 

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[digitalstowaway]

I wrote a jokey parody fic with a OC who shows up to a Klavier concert with a law book based off a joke in a discord server

Klavier Gavin’s concert was at seven, and I started getting ready at 6:30. 

I would have gotten ready sooner, but I was in class until six. Besides, it didn’t take long for me to get ready. All I had to do was change out of my jeans and blazer and into casual shorts and a tank top. I pulled my hair out of my bun and let it fall over my shoulders. I kept my Converse on. 

The venue was packed by the time I got to the concert, but thankfully it was a small show. It was supposed to be lowkey. Just a small club show where Klavier would, according to his managers, get his standing as a solo artist. Not that he needed much time to get an audience again. Klavier was the most attractive and talented of the group. At least, that was what most people said. I couldn’t care less. The Gavinners were catchy radio tunes. I much preferred pulling out my vinyl records and listening to vintage bands. Real music. But still, I was there to give the show a chance. Mostly for one reason. 

My phone buzzed in my purse. I dug through the mess of headphones and a law textbook to get to it. 

Sorry to cancel but I got stuck at work! I’m selling my ticket online! 

I groaned. My friend, Clio, was the Gavinners fan. She had been since we were teenagers. It was her idea to see Klavier Gavin at his first solo show, and now she was bailing. What was I supposed to do? The ticket was so expensive, and I had busted my ass at my job to get it. It would have been a waste to just leave. No, I had paid to see Klavier Gavin. I was going to see Klavier Gavin.  

I pushed my way through the crowd. The opening act was playing some pop song I didn’t know, but the audience sang along to it. I found my way to the bar and ordered a drink. Whiskey on the rocks. I opened my textbook and pulled out a pencil and began reading. I had forfeited a night of studying for this, and I had big exams coming up. I wasn’t going to miss out on precious cramming time.

I pulled my hair back into my bun and took a sip of my drink, my eyes never leaving the page. The room was getting hotter and even more crowded as people pushed in to see the exclusive show. I managed to tune them all out. I had learned how to tune out most noise after living in a noisy apartment complex through all of law school. 

I was jotting down a note in the margins of my book when someone stood a little too close to me. 

“Can I have a couple of waters for backstage?” 

He was a short man, dressed in red. I barely looked at him. I gave him a nasty glare he didn’t even notice. He wore a lanyard around his neck with a badge that told everyone he had access backstage. I went back to my book. 

“Oh, is that Denning?” 

I looked up again. He was looking right at my book. 

“Landmarks of Law,” I said, impressed that someone at this show would know who Denning was. 

But then I got a closer look at his face and gasped. I recognized him. It was Apollo Justice. A rookie lawyer working for Phoenix Wright aka The Turnabout Terror. I had watched his trials all year. There was something so special about him. 

And of course, he was there! He was Klavier Gavin’s rival. And lover. Apparently. The rumors had yet to be confirmed, but there was an undeniable tension between them. Not that I cared. I usually scrolled past the speculation on Twitter with a roll of my eyes.

“It’s a good read,” Apollo said.

“It is,” I said. I felt so stupid. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “I’m in law school.” 

“Yeah? What are you thinking of doing after? Defense or prosecution?” 

“Defense,” I scoffed. “I’d never be a prosecutor.” 

I blushed. Apollo laughed. I would never become a prosecutor. I had always had my goals set to be a defense attorney. My mother had been one, and I was going to follow in her noble footsteps. But Klavier was a prosecutor, and I had just insulted his field in front of his possible boyfriend. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, waving my hands in front of me. 

“No, it’s okay. I get it. Prosectors can be flashy, and it’s not a life people like us would like.” 

I blushed again but for a different reason. 

“What’s your name?” Apollo asked. 

“Claire.” 

“Claire.” 

My name sounded beautiful being repeated by those chords of steel. Was I into Apollo Justice? I barely had time to notice men, I was always so busy with my studies and work. And most men I knew were boys. They were immature. They only wanted to talk about how many women they had slept with and video game high scores. Apollo was different, I could tell. 

Apollo leaned in closer. I held my breath. “Why don’t you meet us after the show, Claire? Klavier would love to see you.” 

“Uhh… I should really get back to my apartment and study—” 

“I get it. Law school. But the offer is there. Just meet us backstage and say that you’re Claire and that we’re expecting you.” 

I could only nod. I didn’t know what to say. Apollo took his water and left. 

Klavier came on stage after that. I put my nose back in my book as he began playing. Girls were screaming in the front row, but I ignored them after feeling a little secondhand embarrassment for them. After a while, I noticed I was tapping my foot and humming along to the songs. I had never heard any of them before, but I began singing under my breath. I harmonized well. The bartender smiled at me and gave me another drink. 

The show ended without me noticing. I finished my chapter and when I looked up, I realized it was quiet and people were filing out of the club. I thought about what Apollo had said. I could go home and keep studying, or I could slip backstage and meet up with him and Klavier. 

The first option was so tempting. I really needed to study if I wanted to stay at the top of my class, but the offer was right there. And my friend would never believe I had caught the attention of those two. It would serve her right for flaking out. Yeah. I would go have a good chat with Klavier and Apollo and rub it in Clio’s face later. 

I put my book away and walked around the stage to the back. A large man stopped me. 

“I’m Claire,” I said, voice confident and steady. “Klavier Gavin and Apollo Justice are expecting me?”

He looked embarrassed and quickly let me by. “Go down the hall and into the first door on the left. That’s where Mr. Gavin is.” 

I thanked him with a nod and walked down the hall. I stopped outside the door, suddenly nervous. I felt too exposed. My shorts felt too short, and my top felt too low-cut. I let down my hair again in hopes it would make me look more modest. I didn’t want them thinking I came with the hopes of getting lucky. 

I knocked on the door. Apollo answered. His face lit up when he saw me. 

“Claire!” he took my arm, like a gentleman, and led me in. “Klavier, this is the girl I was telling you about.” 

I hated to admit to myself the butterflies that erupted when I saw him. He was sitting on a couch, out of his rock attire and in a robe. He played with a lock of blond hair and smiled lazily up at me. 

“Ah, the famous Claire.” So, the accent was real and not a gimmick. “Apollo told me all about you.” 

“What was there to say?” I asked. My voice caught in my throat. 

“That you’re a law student too busy with studying to really appreciate a concert,” Klavier sighed, turning his head away from me. 

Oh no. Had I offended him? But he laughed. 

“I really liked the concert,” I said. “What I listened to.” 

“What was your favorite song? Stroke my ego.” 

Apollo pushed me forward a little with his hand on my hip. He led me to the couch and sat me down next to Klavier. 

“Uhh… I liked this one song. I didn’t know the name. But it was acoustic. And it went like—” I cleared my throat and vocalized a few lines, singing little la’s instead of the lyrics. 

Klavier’s eyes widened. “Schatzi,” he said to Apollo, “you didn’t tell me she sung.” 

“I don’t!” I quickly said. “Just in the shower!” 

Why did I mention the shower? Now Klavier and Apollo were probably thinking about me naked, lathering my long hair and belting out songs. 

“I didn’t know.” Apollo sat next to me, making me wedged between the two of them. “I would have told you if I had known.”

Klavier’s hand rested on my knee. I was showing way too much skin. Apollo pulled my hair back behind my shoulders, exposing my neck. 

“What do you think of her?” Apollo asked. 

Klavier’s hand went from my knee to my hand. He kissed the back of it. “I think you found a real gem in the crowd. Usually, the girls at my concerts are too excitable for my tastes. I like getting women riled up, don’t get me wrong, but I’d much rather have the company of a woman who can read Denning.” 

Klavier kissed my hand again. Apollo put his hand on my hip and kissed my shoulder, moving up to my neck. It was all too much. I wanted to bolt from the room. I wanted to run out of the club and hide away for the rest of my life. But god, when would I get the chance for a threesome like this again? 

I thought about Clio again. If Apollo could give me a hickey, I would have proof. Proof that she left me for a good time all by myself. 

“So, tell me about your classes,” Klavier said as Apollo kept going. 

I stuttered. I couldn’t think at a time like this. 

Thankfully, there was a knock on the door. Apollo pulled away. The door opened to reveal another large bodyguard.

“The car is ready,” he said. 

“Thank you, we’ll be right out,” Klavier said. 

The door closed, and Klavier sighed. He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. 

“We’ll have to meet again,” he said. “But you know where we work, don’t you? Drop by any time. Say it’s for… research purposes. We can pretend you’re an intern doing work for one of us.” 

I nodded. I was a little disappointed, but the weight of my purse reminded me of my priorities that night. I still had a lot of studying to do. 

Klavier and Apollo showed me to the door, and I walked out to the parking lot in a daze. I sat behind the wheel for a minute, taking it all in. Eventually, I pulled down my visor and looked in the little mirror. I pulled my long hair to the side. There was a bruise darkening where Apollo had nibbled. 

I flipped my visor back up. Maybe I would stop by to see Clio before returning to study. 

#on so many levels it's not good #idk what to tag this #my fics #ace attorney #klapollo #there we go

[dynyamight]

meet cute number 47 is interesting!

send me a writting ask

47. Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

“You got all that, right?” Shinsou asks, readjusting his stance, so others can leave their classroom door easily.

Midoriya hums absentmindedly. He’s still quickly jotting down the last few digits onto his planner. “And, you said tomorrow morning, around 7? At the library?”

“Yeah,” Shinsou shrugs, “Or anytime really. The deadline isn’t until next month, you know.”

“I kinda just want to get it done, as soon as possible.”

Shinsou breathes out a snort. “Figured you’d say that much. Just make sure you got my number. Repeat it, if you need to.”

“No time.” Midoriya drops his bag to the side, shoving his now closed notebook inside. “Thank you! I’ll text you later tonight!” He offers hurriedly, before taking off down the campus halls.

Shinsou’s warning falls deaf to his rushed mind.

He has to run the entire way, in order to graciously catch the last bus for the hour. Sweaty and flushed, Midoriya slumps into his seat in relief. Fortunately, he was able to cop a seat for himself, settling by the window and his backpack right next to him.

Staring out, Midoriya tries to remind himself of the rest of his priorities he needed to do.

He still needed to start on Doctor Chiyo’s online Physiology exam, and gather his notes for the open book portion. It was a bit bothersome to handle tests online, but if the rest of class prefers it, there’s nothing Midoriya can do about it.

Speaking of which, Ochako had requested for copies of those exact same notes, since apparently she barely writes anything during lectures. He wants to suggest to her to just simply take better notes, but alas, he will gladly help her out.

And, finally, Midoriya has to collect reliable, approved research articles for his and Shinsou’s debate, in their argumentative project in Communications. Being assigned “PRO SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCE”, while being the most uninvolved people on the internet, Midoriya and Shinsou had a lot of work to do.

Not to mention it was already 18:00 by the time he reached the school’s dormitories. And yet, he needed to shower, make dinner, water his plants, and watch the newest episode of his favorite drama, airing tonight.

University was eating him alive.

Thankfully, he’s able to complete half of his list.

He finishes the exam with a 98%, and quickly snaps the pages of his notes over to Ochako and Iida, making sure to highlight the main topics questioned in the exam. Ochako sends a ‘thank you’ gif, and Iida texts a long, yet endearing message of gratitude.

Midoriya doesn’t have time to shower, instead blasting the TV volume loud, as he waters his indoor plants at the same time. He overwaters them a little bit, busy glancing back at the screen for too long. But, at least he’s able to watch the episode. He pouts when it ends on a cliffhanger, almost drowning his bonsai tree in frustration.

He’s only able to warm up a plate of leftovers, and read through only one research article, by the time it’s already blinking 21:30 on his phone. Sighing, Midoriya closes his laptop and grabs his cell phone instead.

An all nighter wasn’t preferable. But, if Shinsou is working overtime at his late night job, Midoriya supposes he can stay up and keep looking through more articles, until he has at least the required ten.

Flipping open his planner, Midoriya inputs Shinsou’s number into his phone. He adds his name, a contact photo of him sleeping, and finally taps a quick message.

(21:38) < You working?

When Shinsou doesn’t respond right away, Midoriya simply sets aside his phone on his desk. Stretching his arms, he sighs in defeat, now expecting Shinsou to be stuck at work.

He’s never worked at a restaurant, but he bets Friday nights can get pretty busy. And, Shinsou always complains that group outings and dates tend to stay over, even after the place is supposed to close. And, Midoriya trusts his word.

So, by the time his phone dings, Midoriya has been clicking through more articles on social media, bookmarking a few to go over later, as he went.

He lifts his phone, and with a bright screen, a message stares back at him.

shinsou hitoshi (21:58) > Who’s this

Oh, he did forget to specify. But, Midoriya smiles, having a small prank in mind. There was no harm in teasing his friends, let alone Shinsou, who definitely needed a good laugh, now and then.

(21:58) < It's the cutie from your communications class ;)

shinsou hitoshi (21:58) > So, no one

(21:59) < Haha! I guess you’re right about that

(21:59) < Anyways, it’s Izuku! You still working late, Hitoshi?

shinsou hitoshi (21:59) > This ain’t Hitoshi

Midoriya's face drops, blinking. Oh god, did he mistype the number?

(21:38) < Wait, you’re not???

Another text pops up, shortly after.

shinsou hitoshi (22:02) > You got the wrong number

Embarrassment burning his entire face red, Midoriya wishes he could delete himself from the world.

(22:03) < I’m so so so so sorry!

(22:03) < God, I thought I wrote down my friend’s number right

(22:03) < But, I was in this stupid rush to get on the bus that I didn’t make sure

(22:04) < And, listen, if I had missed that bus, I would’ve had to wait

(22:04) < Not like a few minutes wait

(22:04) < Like, a whole two hours wait!

shinsou hitoshi (22:05) > I didn’t ask

Deleting the conversation, Midoriya erases the new contact completely. And instead, he looks back to his planner, and retypes the numbers in his phone onto a new conversation.

Hopefully, he has typed the correct series of digits.

(22:07) < Hey, Hitoshi! It’s Izuku

unknown (22:08) > ...

unknown (22:08) > What the actual fuck

unknown (22:08) > You've still got the wrong number, you goddamn idiot

Slamming his phone onto his desk, Midoriya grabs a pillow off his bed and shoves it in his face. The temptation to scream sounds awfully pleasant, but it’s too late at night to do so. His dorm neighbors would definitely wonder what the hell is wrong with him.

What’s wrong? Oh, he has completely done one of the most dreaded imaginary scenarios in his head; text a complete stranger. Twice.

What was he supposed to do now? Never text back? Delete it? Block it?

How is he supposed to contact Shinsou now?

His phone dings again.

Lifting the pillow off his face slightly, Midoriya eyes his phone warily from his swivel chair.

That definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. Another text from the same stranger sounds a bit unheard of.

After a seconds-long hesitation, Midoriya lifts his phone and opens it once more.

unknown (22:13) > Double check next time

unknown (22:13) > You can fucking wait the two hours, dumbass

Midoriya grows a little irked. He has a bad feeling that his stranger isn’t too friendly, to say that least.

There was literally no reason to text back something so rude.

(22:14) < Well, that wasn’t nice

unknown (22:15) > Wasn’t trying to be

(22:15) < ..Are you always like this?

unknown (22:16) > Pretty much

(22:16) < That’s sad

unknown (22:17) > What’s fucking sad is that I was woken up from my sleep

unknown (22:17) > Because a damn moron didn’t write down the right number

Midoriya winces. He hadn’t even thought about the other person’s predicament, let alone if he had interrupted anything.

(22:20) > I really didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry :(

unknown (22:22) > Yeah whatever

(22:24) > You should try to go back to sleep, then

unknown (22:25) > I was

unknown (22:25) > But the same moron from before keeps texting me

(22:27) > Who?

(22:33) > Oh.

(22:33) > It’s me, huh?

unknown (22:34) > No shit

(22:35) > Right, of course. My bad!

(22:35) > I’m going to just stop now

unknown (22:36) > Thanks

(22:36) > For the umpteenth time, sorry! ><

(22:37) > Okay, Okay! I’m stopping now, for real

Midoriya desperately needs to call it a night.

After going through his nightly routine, he slips under his bedsheets, exhausted. He sets an alarm for 5:00 on his phone, hoping Shinsou will show up at the library, regardless of the missing confirmation text on Midoriya’s end.

He keeps his phone on awhile longer, swiping through his professors’ emails, before a surprising text notification pops in front of him.

unknown (23:01) > FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

(23:02) > …

(23:02) > What was that for??

unknown (23:04) > I CAN’T SLEEP

unknown (23:04) > GOD, I CAN’T GO BACK TO FUCKING SLEEP

unknown (23:05) > AND IT’S YOUR FAULT

(23:06) > What do you expect me to do????

unknown (23:07) > HAHAHAHA OH DON’T WORRY

unknown (23:07) > IF I CAN’T SLEEP, NEITHER CAN YOU

unknown (23:08) > AND IF YOU TURN YOUR PHONE OFF I WILL SEND HELLFIRE

(23:09) > Wait

(23:09) > No, please

(23:09) > My alarm is on my phone, I need it on

(23:10) > I need to go to an important meeting for a group project at 7:00!

unknown (23:10) > Aw, really? :0?!

(23:11) > Yeah! I really do!

unknown (23:11) > Sike. I don’t fucking care

unknown (23:12) > Hope you eat shit tomorrow

(23:13) > ..Why are you like this?

(23:13) > I could literally be a twelve year old, for all you know

unknown (23:14) > I doubt fucking twelve years do group projects

unknown (23:15) > But whether you’re a damn infant, or grown adult, I hate you

(23:16) > I wouldn’t say I hate you. That’s too harsh

(23:16) > But, wow, you are very unlikable :/

unknown (23:17) > That’s the fucking nicest thing anyone has said about me

(23:18) > It wasn’t supposed

(23:19) > Nevermind.

(23:19) > Do you have any friends? Just might as well ask

unknown (23:21) > Surprisingly yeah

(23:22) > Oh, so you also agree. That it’s a surprise

(23:22) > At least you’re self aware :0

unknown (23:23) > Yeah, they are annoying as hell

unknown (23:24) > But, also pretty good people, I guess

(23:25) > Pretty good or pretty dumb?

unknown (23:26) > SHUT IT

unknown (23:27) > Only I can make fun of them

unknown (23:27) > You. Don’t.

(23:28) > You’re right, I shouldn’t have said that

(23:29) > I’m sorry :(

unknown (23:30) > You like apologizing, huh

(23:29) > There’s a lot to apologize for tonight

unknown (23:30) > Still, you don’t have to say it every damn minute

(23:32) > You probably don’t ever apologize

unknown (23:33) > Fuck no

(23:35) > Right, of course

(23:36) > Well, you know what I need to do tomorrow

unknown (23:37) > Unfortunately

(23:38) > What about you?

unknown (23:39) > I’m covering a shift at my shit job at the ass crack of dawn

(23:40) > Unnecessary visual, but I digress

(23:40) > Uh, where do you work?

unknown (23:42) > No. I don’t even know your damn name

(23:43) > I told you?? It was in my first text

unknown (23:44) > Yeah, I ain’t scrolling

(23:48) > Well, it’s Izuku. Midoriya Izuku :)

unknown (23:49) > Great. I still ain’t giving you mine

(23:50) > ?? Is there anything I can know about you??

(23:50) > You know more about me, than I do about you

unknown (23:51) > You know I hate you

unknown (23:51) > That’s plenty

(23:52) > But, I have been staying up for you :(

unknown (23:53) > Because it’s your fault I can’t sleep

(23:54) > You aren’t feeling sleepy yet?

unknown (23:56) > ..Are you

(23:57) > I asked you first

unknown (23:58) > I asked you second

(23:59) > That

(23:59) > Look, it’s almost midnight

(24:00) > Oh, now, it’s actually midnight

unknown (00:01) > I have fucking eyes. I can see the time

(00:02) > And we BOTH have places to be tomorrow

(00:02) > So, let’s just sleep. Call a truce, please

unknown (00:03) > What about my petty retribution

(00:04) > PLEASE LET ME SLEEP

unknown (00:10) > FUCK

unknown (00:10) > FINE

unknown (00:11) > I STILL CAN’T SLEEP BUT WHATEVER

unknown (00:12) > HOPE YOU FUCKING OVERSLEEP TOMORROW

The rest of the night, Midoriya hears his phone go off, but he doesn’t bother to open the messages. Fortunately for him, the time staying awake quickly catches up to his body, the moment he shuts his eyes. And, in an instant, he falls asleep, heavy.

However, he’s jolted awake by the ringing of his phone, the tone alerting him of an incoming phone call. Banging his head on the headboard, Midoriya blindly grabs and answers his phone. “Uh, H-Hello?” He blurts quickly.

“Tch.” A low voice emits, “You owe me, Deku.”

Click. The phone call ends.

Confused, Midoriya hurriedly rubs his eyes open. Running his messy curls through his fingers, he lifts his bangs up, in order to correctly look at the time.

The time was 5:10. And, his 5:00 alarm had been off the entire time.

And, instead, that same unknown number from last night was his saving grace.

#star responds #MY FIRST TEXT FIC??? WOW #i kinda struggled with how i wanted to format the texts #but alas here it is #poor midoriya smh next time repeat the numbers back #never wake bakugou up from his 8PM to 6AM sleeps LMAO #i hope this was okay !! #bakudeku #tigridiae #my beloved #FICLET

[legendaryoikawa]

make out with med student!sakusa

warnings: slightly nsfw, profanities, grammar errors

note: requested by @henny-in-the-hamptons i hope you enjoy this, i apologize too if this took so long to be released hdhdhdhd (anyways i had to open my anatomy book and i was reviewed as well oml)

how did u guys meet:

so here’s our tall and favorite germaphobe lmao

but you love him even though he’s aloof and comes out like he doesn’t give a fuck

well he does, he hates crowds, a highkey misanthropist but he give exception doe ;))

we know who it is,,,, u hdhdbdhdbdhdbhd <333

you guys dated because u asked him out in this college party and you just wanted to shoot your shot because apparently you are crushing for him for years yet sakusa is like a fucking rock,,,, and bold of u to assume he’ll ask u out >:P

but anywaaaays,,, ur hardwork paid off especially when he pulled his mask midway down his lips

and looked at you directly and said “okay,,”

he’s cold but WHATEVER

at least you made the king agree on going out as ur date for the college party

alexa pls please play bOom Boom BOOm BOOm I wanT U IN MY RoOM skksks

and ur heart is really beating loud especially when he lean slowly to match ur height jdhdhddb

and the way the butterflies roamed in ur stomach when he dragged out the words of “okay” to you,, 

like his voice is like husky but laced with confusion and amusement?? yes okay yes.

so let us zoooooooooom at the party

it isn’t hard to spot sakusa in the college gym because he stands out in a way you don’t expect him to be

like,,,,,,,,,,,,,, homeboy has his hands tucked in his jacket, his mf mask (stan sakusa for a cute 2020) and his curls and His MOLeS JSJBDJ

it was awkward at first especially when u tried to initiate some good topics to start with him 

But HE IS DRY SMH >:(((((((((((((((((((((

but U r moRe than willing to converse w hIm no matter how DRY HE TAKES <3 

but it was heart warming for u especially when he really tried to socialize despite him hating social gatherings in general,,,,

but this is getting long but U gOt sakusa the great to confess to after u have showed to him how persistent U r no matter how hard he wipes u off with his alcohol spray

u have germs but according to him,,,,, 

“u r my only germ <333″ 

ODJBFHJVDHJVDS <333333333333333333333333 

while making out : NSFW !!!!!!

okay so,, makeouts are rare because he IS a med student and let’s be frank he has more time with his books than u

most of his classes are overloaded and he’ll come home dead tired 

or if ur lucky he’ll kiss u then go straight up to work on his assignments

but u do understand because he told u that he cannot commit his hundred percent attention to u and u were like 

“I understand”

but there are times that you will just miss him so hard and u can’t do anything about it so u just let the night slip like the usual 

but of course sakusa is well aware of this and it makes him feel bad but he tried to think of ways to make it up to u

and an idea strikes him,,,, he has an upcoming anatomy exam

;)))))))))))))))))))))))))

he will call u out like,, “hey..”

 and of course you will be so shocked because that was the first time in weeks he paid attention to you and you were like “:O,,,, oh hey babe, what’s up?”

“come here..”

“huh whereee?”

“in.my.room quick!”

and the you yeeted yourself out just to ran all the way in his room

and u were slightly nervous yet excited because,,,, ur not gullible lmao

and then you found him removing his jacket and he’s left with just his fitted top and his varsity shorts

those short SHORTS that r the fabric of sin because god ThOSE FUCkIng THIGHs?

anyways he asked if he could use u as his basis for his anatomy test 

and you were like,,,,,,,,, yeah of course

at first it was pure and serious because he will point things like

“okay his is the clavicle” while pointing at your collarbones and the way ur body shivers after his touch is just = sexual tension

and then it escalates till you ask him what is this certain bone and he couldn’t answer u because

he’s turned on big time 

and was like “fuck this shit, let me study in my own ways” while muttering deeply to himself and proceeded to grab you by the jaw :o

and begins giving you open mouthed kiss while caressing your sides 

then he pointed out,, “this is your platysma” while kissing a part somewhere in your neck 

“do u know why my fucking mouth is attacking you with kisses? it’s because the masseter is the one moving by closing the jaw by elevating the mandible”

“turn around for me”

and you did and he began running his hands thru your back

and after every muscle he names he leaves a kiss or worst a hickey because “it’s my mark so i can remember which is which”

and then he will purposely start all over again from the top of naming your body parts till you got so irritated and pulled him in 

and <3

you can feel his hands roaming around, slightly cupping your breasts while he named it as “i love your mammary gland”

it sounded wrong but scientifically it is right lmao

“we’re still not yet in reproductive system but i can advance study...”

sorry if this took long enough to create,, online classes just started and I tried to squeeze this in despite my heavy schedule lmao but anyways i am already close to 1k and im seriously happy and touched for all those who followed, and supported my fics even if they’re not the best among all,,, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much!

for those mutuals that i have talked to, i couldn’t reach out to you all because ive been busy with stuff lately but i love u all, always! anyways, i hope everyone will support the other works im planning to release in the future! love lots!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #sakusa smut #sakusa fluff #sakusa oneshot #haikyuu x you #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x y/n

[agustdakasuga]

You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 11

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Each day that you spend with the boys, you learn a lot more about them and slowly find yourself falling for each of their charms, no matter how different they are from you. 

“I’m bored.” Jungkook groaned, rolling over Jin’s back. 

“Yah! Get off me!” Jin exclaimed with a frown and lifted his back to push the youngest off him. You couldn’t help but laugh, even as humans, Jungkook would always find a way to disturb Jin.

“Jungkook, we’re all trying to study here. Exams are coming up soon.” Namjoon lectured. Jungkook pouted, scrunching his nose at the leader before he scooted up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your back. 

“Stop it. You’re not a pup anymore.” Taehyung pulled the end Jungkook’s hoodie in an attempt to separate him from you. 

“I-It’s okay.” Your cheeks heated up slightly at Jungkook’s close contact with yours. 

“See? My mate likes it when I do this.” Jungkook sang in a teasing way, making you choke. The others all sent him disapproving looks. This was how it was, the boys would come to your cabin study with you or you would go to their’s. 

“I can’t get this...” You frowned slightly. 

“Come here, let me see. I’ll check your workings.” Namjoon leaned in and you showed him your book. Your answers for the math questions just couldn’t match the answer sheet and it was really annoying you. You knew Namjoon was smart. He had a high IQ and always scored full marks for all his tests. Namjoon scanned through all your workings. 

“There’s an error in your method. Do it this way.” He wrote it out for you. 

“I see.” You put the numbers in and he watched over you, guiding you when you got stuck or confused. 

“You’re a genius!” Grabbing his face, you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. But of course, as usual, you realised what you did and pulled away in embarrassment. Namjoon just blinked in shock while the others stared.

“I’m a genius too. Do I get a kiss?” Jimin smiled up at you. 

“Uh... I need to go...” You lied and tried to stand up but forgot that Jungkook’s arms were around your waist. The boys knew for a fact that you were working lesser shifts at the cafe because of your exams.

“Come on, you can’t be showing favouritism this early in our relationship.” Hoseok teased and you blushed. 

“R-Relationship? You guys didn’t even ask me out properly!” You blurted in an attempt to defend yourself but you were soon caged between Taehyung and Jungkook. They were staring at you with such a different look and Taehyung held his cheek out to you. 

“You’re already our mate. It’s fated.” Yoongi snorted, crossing his arms. He was secretly hoping for a little peck from you later too. 

“Do I have too?” You squeaked. 

“Unless you’re saying you like Namjoon hyung more than all of us.” Jimin pouted and you sighed, giving Taehyung a kiss, followed by Jimin and Jungkook then Hoseok. 

“Come on, you two.” You held your arms out. Jin smiled and decided to give you a peck instead while Yoongi kissed your temple. But even after he pulled away, he kept his arm around you. The younger ones have been hogging you that he wanted to have you close to him now. They pouted when they saw that Yoongi wasn’t going to let you go any time soon. 

“Actually, (y/n). We have something to ask you.” Namjoon said and you nodded your head. 

“You’re curious about all our necklaces. They all represent us and each have their own colour. Only those in the royal bloodline have it.” Jin explained and everyone pulled their necklaces out. 

“They’re pretty.” You held Yoongi’s black charm in your hand. 

“Well, you have one too.” Yoongi whispered and you stopped. You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke. 

“You’re joking.” 

“No, you really have one. We have been keeping yours, waiting for the time that you came into our lives. When you found out about us and everything, we were going to give it to you. ” Namjoon took out a white, rectangular box. 

“Open it.” Hoseok encouraged. You received it with two hands, being extra careful not to drop it or anything. 

“It’s... beautiful. It’s really mine?” You stared at the iridescent white crystal charm hanging from the black loop and looked up at them. 

“Yes, it’s really yours. It’s a sign that you’re the mate of the royal princes.” Taehyung leaned back on his hands. Yoongi, being the closest, took the necklace out and you lifted your hair for him to put it around your neck, clasping it safely. You looked down at the charm. 

“Thank you.” You smiled up at them. 

With that, you all continued studying. Jungkook constantly got up to go and get more snacks and drinks, not wanting to study anymore. 

“I’m going to game.” Jungkook kissed your cheek casually and saluted before going upstairs to his room. You blushed while the others shook their heads. Jungkook could do whatever he wanted. He didn’t need to study or get good grades.

“Can I ask you guys something?” You spoke. They nodded their heads. 

“I was researching online, which I know you guys don’t really want me to since there are just a lot of false information there. But I read something about heats and/or ruts. What’s that? Do you guys have it?” You asked. They choked. 

“W-Well... We do. The alphas and betas go through ruts. The omegas go through heats.” Namjoon said. All the boys were slightly red.

“Ruts and heats lasts for a week and it’s basically our wolf side having the need to breed.” Jin explained. 

“Oh...” Now you were also red, realising what you asked them. 

“We were going to talk to you about that when you got more comfortable since we didn’t want to overload you with too much information. It wouldn’t really be safe for you to be around the house when any of us are going through ruts or heats now that we have you as our mate. But don’t be scared or anything, we all react to our heats differently.” Jimin continued. 

“I understand. So when are your ruts or heats?” 

“In two weeks. We’ll just have to refrain from getting too close to one another in that week of it. It gets a little more intense around the middle of the week with the full moon.” Yoongi informed. 

“So on that night, stay away from us.” Taehyung chuckled in a serious and joking way. You nodded your head again, making a mental note. 

“When is this going to be over?” Jimin whined. Truthfully, everyone was getting tired of spending their days studying. You just accepted them as mates, you should all be playing and having fun together as mates but the exams just had to suck all the fun out of it. 

“Let’s continue then break for dinner.” Hoseok suggested and everyone agreed to that. Jungkook came back down, rubbing his eyes. He laid dow on the couch to wait for dinner. 

“Shall we make ramen tonight?” Jungkook lifted his head. 

“I don’t mind. Yoongi and Jin are tired. They shouldn’t cook.” You smiled. The two older ones gave you grateful smiles. 

“She’s always so understanding.” Yoongi softened. 

“I’ll cook!” Jungkook stood up and shuffled into the kitchen to start cooking ramen. Jin decided to go get some pork belly out to pan fry as well to accompany the noodles. 

“Sure you don’t want boiled chicken instead of the pork belly, Chim?” You nudged him while chuckling. He shot you such a dirty look, letting out a playful growl. The whole thing with the bland, boiled chicken has become an inside joke between you and Jimin now. You and him constantly teased each other about it. 

“But that’s how I knew it was you in my dream. The first thing you told me was no more bland chicken.” You giggled. 

“That’s right.” He pulled you back so you leaned against his chest as he hugged you. They all had a higher body temperature than humans that you were not afraid of the cold anymore. 

“Dinner!” Jungkook and Jin called. Everyone went to the dining table to help. You set the table with Taehyung and Jimin while the others got drinks and the two who cooked brought the food out. There were 2 pots of ramen at each side of the table and 3 plates of meat. 

“Can I get you some?” Jin smiled and you nodded, handing your empty bowl to him. He scooped some ramen in for you. 

“Thank you.” You took the bowl back and dug in. When Jungkook tells you he is the ramen master, best believe him because it was good noodles. Jungkook placed a piece of meat into your bowl. 

“Eat up.” He smiled and you nodded, putting the piece of meat into your mouth. The boys looked at you fondly. They couldn’t believe you were at their table. 

“It feels so right to have her here.” Hoseok gushed. 

“She fits right in.” Taehyung smiled. 

“Hey, are you guys leaving me out on one of your mental conversations again?” You scrunched your nose at them. You learnt to look out for when they were having a mind link conversation without you. They would suddenly grow quiet and they would sort of look distant when they were mind linking. Namjoon chuckled and patted your head. 

“Don’t worry. No bad things are being said. Trust me.” He smiled, his dimple popping up. 

“Alright, I trust you.” You giggled. 

“I’m so full. The dinner was satisfying.” You said when you swallowed your remaining mouthful of noodles. Jungkook and Jin smiled at each other, happy to know you appreciated their efforts. 

“You didn’t eat much though.” Jimin frowned slightly. 

“I eat little compared to you guys because I’m not a wolf. You guys have such big appetites. I would know from experience.” You chuckled and everyone laughed along. 

“Let’s clean up and get back to studying.” Namjoon clapped his hands. Everyone helped with cleaning up. With the study period, you would stay at the boys’ house quite late but you have never stayed over before. You would know when you’re sleepy and leave to go home. 

“Let’s get it!” You sat in front of your chemistry book again. 

“Hey, (y/n)-”

“Shh.” Jin shushed Hoseok, pointing over to you. Your head was slowly bobbing up and down as your body swayed gently. Yoongi caught you before you could fall back and hurt yourself. 

“I’ll bring her to my room.” Yoongi carried you up before the others could protest and brought you to his room. 

“I just came to say goodnight to her.” Taehyung came in and leaned down to kiss your forehead. The others came in too, doing the same as Taehyung, while Yoongi went to wash up. 

“Goodnight, hyung.” Jimin smiled at the older. Yoongi gave an acknowledging nod as Jimin exited the room. Unlike the others who slept without clothes, Yoongi liked sleeping in soft pyjama sets. He pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed a set from his drawer. Looking over at your sleeping form, he was glad you were already dressed in sweats and a tee. 

He climbed into bed and slid his arm under your neck so your head would rest comfortably on his shoulder and you would be tucked under his arm. A soft smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you. 

You were so beautiful to him.

“Goodnight, my love.” Yoongi leaned in to kiss your cheek as you snuggled closer to him. 

Letting out a yawn, you slowly opened your eyes to see a chest in front of you. The peek of pale skin gave away who it was. You looked up and indeed, you saw Yoongi’s sleeping face before yours. 

*He’s so cute.* He reminded you of a child, letting out little huffs and clearing his throat occasionally as he slept. You were lying on his arm, your body pressed to his, while his other was lazily draped over your waist. The intimacy made your cheeks heat up but at the same time, you never wanted to leave. 

“SLEEPYHEADS!” Jin burst into the room. Yoongi groaned, leaning down to bury his head in your neck. 

“Go away.” He said to the older. 

“I’m surprised they sent you in, Jin.” You chuckled, stroking the back of Yoongi’s head. Another thing you came to learn was no one dares to wake Yoongi up from his sleep. It’s as good as suicide. 

“Well, the younger ones decided to make me the sacrificial lamb this time.” Jin snorted, making you laugh. 

“Give us 5 minutes and we’ll get up. Thanks for coming to wake us up. Your bravery is appreciated.” You said and Jin chuckled before he came over to kiss your temple before leaving. When the door closed, you tried to pull away from the intimate distance but Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly to hold you in place, making you squirm. 

“Yoongi! We need to get up.” You argued. 

“No. All we’re going to do is spend the day studying.” Yoongi yawned, already bored with the thought of studying the whole day. 

“Well, I want to go home. I need to shower and change.” You giggled, shoving his chest lightly. 

“Why can’t you shower here? You already slept here, in the same bed as one of us?” He raised an eyebrow and you choked. He was always so straightforward that it constantly caught you off guard. 

“Y-You! Me staying over last night wasn’t intentional. I fell asleep!” You stuttered nervously. Yoongi chuckled at how flustered he could make you. 

“Right...” He teased. Your cheeks just turned redder. 

“Let’s wash up. I put a spare toothbrush inside for you.” Yoongi pulled you up and you nodded, keeping your head down. The both of you brushed your teeth together and Yoongi changed out of his sleepwear. He handed you a black shirt you could wear.

“Are we just going to spend the day studying inside again?” Taehyung whined as he sat down at the breakfast table. 

“Let’s go out. Get some fresh air.” Namjoon said. 

“Where’s Kookie?” You asked when you noticed one empty chair. They all snorted. If Yoongi was scary to wake up, Jungkook was notorious for sleeping through anything. He was the hardest to wake up. 

“I tried to wake him up but failed.” Jimin shook his head with a sigh. Taehyung patted his shoulder. 

“I’ll go.” You stood up and went to Jungkook’s room. You knocked before entering. Instead of being on the bed, he was on the ground, a sign that maybe he tried to get up to go to the bathroom to wash up but fell asleep on the way there. You chuckled and sat down in front of him, rubbing his back to coax him to wake up. 

“Kookie. It’s time to wake up.” You cooed. He let out a whine. 

“Come on. The others are waiting to have breakfast. You won’t have food left if your hyungs finish everything.” You said and his eyes opened slightly. You both knew that the others would leave food for you but not him. 

“Good morning.” He said huskily and hugged you, pulling you down on top of his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise. 

“Morning.” You blushed. 

“If you give me a morning kiss, I’ll wake up.” Jungkook winked. 

“No!” You squealed, trying to get out of his grip. Jungkook laughed, amused by you. He relaxed his hold on you and you scrambled to your feet, opening the door to run out but crashed into a chest. You stumbled back but arms wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you. 

“Are you bullying our mate, Jeon Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook sat up, scoffing and ruffling his hair. 

“Wash up, Kookie!” You managed to shout before Namjoon pulled you out of the room and back to the dining table. You sat down and Yoongi set an iced coffee in front of you. 

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a sip. Jungkook came down minutes after, his hair still messy as he buttoned his shirt. 

“Aigo.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair to help manage it a little. Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like he would when he is a wolf. Once you were done, you pulled away and Jungkook let out a whine of displeasure. You patted his head and began eating. You poured your stew into your rice and mixed it. 

“You always do that.” Hoseok pointed out. 

“It’s my lazy way of eating in the morning. Might as well mix it together since I’m eating it together.” You explained sheepishly. 

“She’s so cute.” They all thought.

After breakfast, the boys all shifted and you carried some snacks in a backpack. They threaded beside you carefully as you made your way out to your usual spot in the empty field. 

“Kookie.” You chuckled as he used his muzzle to nudge the back of your leg gently to get you to play with him. 

“I’ll sit here.” You laid a mat out, sitting down and putting the bag of snacks beside you. The wolves whined at your decision to not play with them. Yoongi laid on your lap and you stroked his head, watching your fingers run through his pure white fur. 

“Why don’t you want to run with them?” You asked. 

“Why should I go when I can stay and lie down with you?” He scoffed, leaning into your touch.

“How do you all keep your fur so soft?” You wondered out loud as you buried your face into his face, feeling the hairs tickle your skin softly. Yoongi snorted, your questions were so random that it amused him to no end. 

“I brought fruit.” You took the apple slices out, taking a bite then offering it to Yoongi, who gobbled it from your hand. When the boys were wolves, they always liked to steal your food, even if you gave them your own. They would demand that you share with them and they also know that you cannot resist their puppy wolf face. 

“Berries?” You asked and Yoongi shook his head.

“There’s watermelon too.” You took the container out and he nodded his head, moving closer to you. 

“Hold on.” You pushed his nose away slightly as you removed the container lid. Putting a piece in your palm, you held it out to him and he gently ate it, careful not to use his teeth to hurt you. 

“The juice is going to stain your mouth.” You took a tissue to wipe his mouth. Yoongi looked at you with adoration. You cared about his fur so much. 

“Yoon- Yoongi.” He stepped into the space between your crossed legs and tucked his head under your chin, letting out low growls of satisfaction. You just blinked in confusion, not sure what to do as he suddenly came so close to you. You laughed and opened your mouth to eat a piece of fruit. 

“You’re so close.” You stated. 

“That’s the point.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

“Boys, watermelon!” You called and the 6 came over. They stopped when they saw the position you and Yoongi were in. Yoongi looked away, resting his head on your shoulder. You held the fruit out to them and they ate it. 

“Why are you guys coming so near? Hold on! Wait!” Soon, 6 other wolf bodies were pressed against you from all sides. 

“You guys aren’t exactly pups! If you didn’t notice!” You put an arm around Namjoon to hold yourself up. Taehyung constantly sniffed you while Jimin playfully nipped your fingers. 

“Chim, stop that.” You giggled. 

“You guys have no idea what personal space is, don’t you?” You scoffed. 

“Nope!” They barked and you rolled your eyes. 

~~ 

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