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feyhunter78 · 11 months

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Can you please do part two of Pink Pastels? Thank you 🩷

I definitely can!!! I'm honestly such a sucker for dual povs I swear it's like my calling card, so this chapter is in Miguel's pov! Fun fact: the bf in this story is based off my best friend's college boyfriend who showed up high out of his mind to her place of work SEVERAL times (I obvi changed his name though bc I'm a nice person)

Pt 3

Pink Pastels Pt 2

Miguel searches through every database, has Lyla run your face, your name, every detail he can find about you, and yet you only seem to appear here, in this universe where he swoops in right as your universe’s Miguel dies.

No one notices the switch. Not even his coworkers at Alchemax. In fact, they seem to welcome his “new attitude,” and he finds himself with a raise within the first two months.

This universe is quiet, the other him died from a fluke, embarrassingly enough. But it was so random, so unpredictable, that no one questioned “his” survival. So, life goes on as it had before, how he had watched it go on before.

The old woman who lives next door and watches Gabi when he’s “called into work late,” smiles at him, praises him for working so hard for his daughter. Gabi wakes up in the morning to him, her father, like always, eats breakfast, strawberries, blueberries, and honey on her toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, tomatoes, peppers, and a glass of milk. Then he drops her off at school on his way to work.

The monitors beep at him, and he turns back towards them. Finally, it’s found you in his universe, the victim of a plane crash, years before Gabi would even be born. It’s a painless death. You were among those killed on impact. Gone in a moment, but as he watches you here, in this new universe where his daughter is happy and thriving, he realizes just how desperately he wished he would have found you before you ever set foot in that airport.

“She’s pretty.” Lyla says, leaning forward, a teasing smile on her face. “Looks like someone’s got the hots for teacher?”

“No.” He deadpans, though he can’t tear his eyes from you. You’re sitting in a Mexican restaurant giggling into your margarita, another woman—Janey—sits across from you shoveling chips and queso into her mouth, making you laugh even harder.

You’re in that pink dress from earlier. It brightens your skin, hugs your curves but in a modest way, it’s more than appropriate for a teacher to wear, but he’s salivating at the thought of his talons tearing through it and exposing the soft flesh beneath.

Would you cry out for him? Cling to him as he fucks you? You look so pretty in pink, and he wants to go slow, keep you in that color for as long as possible, but he knows himself better than that. The moment he’s able to, he’ll shred the garment, leaving ribbons of fabric in his wake as he bends you over the nearest piece of furniture and slams into you. He wants to feel your warmth around him, hear you begging for him, his name falling from your perfect lips as he gropes your breasts, fangs scraping down your throat, marking you as his.

You laugh again at something the waiter said, and it’s musical, and perfect, you are perfect.

A twinge of jealousy, a foolish thing he knows, but the thought passes through his mind. It should be him making you laugh. He’s studied you now, he knows exactly what makes you laugh, what songs you hum as you prepare your classroom for the day, how you keep colorful Band-Aids in your purse because you just can’t turn off being a teacher, Janey.

And you’re Gabi’s favorite teacher, he wasn’t lying when he told you she talked about you, though he may have added the pretty part. She goes on and on about you, to the point where he almost doesn’t need the cams, he can get every bit of information from his daughter.

“And then, Ms. Y/N told us about her trip to Disney World! She went with her boyfriend, but I don’t know why.” Gabi says, collecting the animal shaped macaroni on her fork. He let her pick dinner, feeling guilty that he didn’t know she’d cried over her lost tooth.

He feels guilty about snapping at you too. He was already worked up, his job, the multiverse, traffic. And last night he forgot all about the Tooth Fairy, so in the morning Gabi was afraid the Tooth Fairy didn’t like her. But you don’t get rewards for losing things once you’ve grown up, and the idea of Gabi going into that pain blindly, having to watch as those she loves disappears around her makes him want to rip his heart from his chest.

“What do you mean Mija?” He asks, his own forkful of mac and cheese halfway to his mouth.

How had he missed you having a boyfriend? Was it serious? Did he treat you well? How easy would it be to make him disappear?

“Well, Ms. Y/N was really happy when she was talking about her trip, but then when she mentioned her boyfriend, she got sad.” Gabi explains, a frown tugging at her lips. “I don’t like him.”

“Yeah?” He prompts her, fighting the urge, to call up Lyla and have her run a search for your boyfriend.

“He came in one time on her birthday, but he was all weird and smelled bad.” Then she got up from the table and mimed stumbling and swaying. “And he walked like this. Ms. Y/N was really mad. Plus, he didn’t even bring her a present.”

Your boyfriend showed up to an elementary school—your place of work on your birthday, drunk, with no gift.

“That’s not nice, when was Ms. Y/N’s birthday?” If he was speaking to anyone but his daughter, he was sure they’d see right through them, but his sweet girl thought nothing of it.

“Last week, I wanted to tell you about it, but you were on your trip, so I told Tia Margo.”

Tia Margo, the old woman next door. He needs to speak with her about letting him know there was a drunk at his daughter’s school. Maybe next time he sees her in the hall, he’ll mention it to her.

“I wish you had told me, then maybe we could’ve gotten her a gift to make up for it.” He says, smiling at her, so she knows he’s not upset.

“I don’t think one gift would make it all better, she’s sad about her boyfriend a lot.” She emphasizes the last word, making the ending sound sharp as she stabs at her food.

“It sounds like he’s a bad boyfriend. Make sure you stay away from boys like him, Mija.” He can’t help but feel protective, even though she’s only six.

He watches as she eats, her hair in a simple braid, a sparkly pink hairband tying it off. “Who did your hair?”

She stops and proudly holds the braid up. “Ms. Y/N, well Emma did it first, but then it fell out when I did a cartwheel, so Ms. Y/N fixed it, and she said I could keep the hairband.”

If he focuses, he can smell the scent of you, mingled with the scent of his home, as if you’re already beside them in your rightful place.

“Maybe we should get her a thank-you gift?” He suggests, his heart warming at the excitement on Gabi’s face.

She is so good, so pure, and sweet. She is nothing like him, and yet she is everything he wished for her to be. He doesn’t know her mother, not in his original universe, but he knows her in this one, watched the other him break down over her leaving. Agony is a cannon event, no interference allowed. He hopes she never returns, that she stays away from his daughter. Doesn’t ruin her with her selfishness.

Just as your boyfriend is ruining you.

He waits until Gabi’s asleep to call out for Lyla. She appears and raises an eyebrow at the way he clutches your hairband.

“She has a boyfriend, find me everything you can on him.”

“I knew you had the hots for her.” Lyla laughs, disappearing before he can dismiss her.

He waits, packs Gabi’s lunch, slips two dollars under her pillow because he’ll be damned if his daughter believes some magical creature doesn’t like her, then cleans the kitchen and his bedroom three times over until finally Lyla returns.

“Okay, boss, you’re gonna want to sit down for this.”

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winterrrnight · 5 months

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secret admirer (rafe's pov)

PAIRING: high schooler!soft!rafe cameron x high schooler!fem!reader

SUMMARY: the reader has a secret admirer who drops letters, flowers and some other little souvenirs in their locker.

WARNINGS: so much lovesick rafe, fluff and fluff and fluff, extremely cute moments between the two

EDITH SPEAKS: and it's here!!! let's completely ignore the fact that it's been months since the original post :p please make sure you've read the original one first, because it's a bit more detailed and includes what rafe's letters say (you can find the original fic directly linked in my navigation or through the series masterlist!). I hope you all really enjoy this; this is a big piece of my heart in the form of writing 💓 please like and reblog and comment all your thoughts!!! 💘💘

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I walk in the school gates after my soccer practice, still in my sweaty clothes from the intense training. I look at the lockers on my left, carefully seeing the numbers on each of them so I don’t miss the one I’m looking for.

I finally find the one I’m looking for. Through one of the three little slits in the middle of the locker, I slide in my envelope. It has a letter and a little daisy in it. She’s like one; so delicate that I want to protect her from the whole world and only want her to be mine.

Because I do. She comes in my dreams every night, where she so delicately holds my hands and kisses my skin. I feel so lightweight that I will just melt right in her touch.

I look around the hallway, making sure no one sees me. When I notice no one, I take in a deep breath of relief and walk out of the school.

She needs to know how much she means to me. She needs to see how much I appreciate her.

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I now try to send in an envelope as often as I can. I send one in every few days, and try to mix it around with the little souvenir that accompanies the letter. So far, I’ve sent her flowers, chocolates, and a small bracelet which I made for her.

But today, I woke up so late, I had to miss my soccer practice. My clothes aren’t on properly, and I didn’t even have any time to do something to my hair. I look like I just rolled out of the bed.

I have to be so discreet each time I put in the letter in the locker. I don’t want anyone catching me. That’s all I am: her secret admirer. The one who admires her from afar. The one who sends her little letters to remind her how beautiful she is, and how she deserves the whole world.

I have put in the letter without anyone noticing. I’m now standing right behind the turn of the hallway, where I have a clear look of her. She’s opening her locker. I notice a bright smile on her face when she sees the letter.

Suddenly, the bell rings, cutting through my thoughts. I notice her cursing and rushing to the class, the unopened letter in her bag. I have the same class as her: it’s English and there’s no way our teacher will let us in the class.

I rush to the class too, and by the time I reach, she’s already at the door, the teacher giving her an earful. Just as I stand right behind her, our teacher notices me.

“Oh looks like we have another late comer,” He says, glaring at me. She realizes my presence, and turns around to look at me. We make brief eye contact, and I feel my cheeks heat up. We’re standing close to each other, so close that I can hear her breathing.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I set an alarm but it didn’t ring and-” I start to ramble, but the teacher cuts me off.

“DETENTION! Both of you!” He suddenly yells at the two of us. I watch her flinch, and just for a second, I have the urge of breaking the teacher’s face. He signs two detention slips and hands those to us, and then he dismisses us by closing the door on our faces.

She looks down at the slip at her hand. She hates getting detention. She’s the nice, intelligent student of our grade, and she tries to stay out of detention as much as she can.

She looks up to me and we make brief eye contact again. Oh her eyes. I find myself drowning in them each time I see her.

“Shall we go?” I ask her, wanting her to look at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. But she doesn't lift her head up, and only gives me a nod. We both start to make our way to the detention classroom.

When we reach inside, we only see our PE teacher sitting. He’s too busy reading his magazine and doesn’t realize we both have walked in until we sit down.

“Just two of you?” He looks at us, and she nods in response. “Well that's going to be a waste of my time.” He shuts his magazine close and leaves it on the desk, starting to make a beeline for the door.

“I’ll be here in an hour to let you both out. Don't do anything dumb, you're being watched.” He says and quickly leaves the room, me and her being all alone.

A silence wraps around the two of us, and it feels very serene. I pull out one of my books to read, but I falter at keeping my focus on the words because of her sitting next to me. I can’t help but steal a glance of her after every few seconds, and I swear with each passing second, she just gets more beautiful.

When she opens her bag, she pulls out the letter. I intake a sharp breath, and watch her open the envelope and read the words written on them. A smile graces her lips as her eyes wander over the words, and I feel my heart skip a beat.

“What’s that?” The words leave my mouth so quickly, I don’t realize I’ve spoken them. She snaps her head towards me.

“Nothing,” she says, focussing on folding the paper back again and putting it back in the envelope.

“Looks like a love letter, someone's been writing you love letters?” I pose the question, wanting not to show I’m the one who wrote it.

“Maybe?”

Why is she not as happy as I thought she would be?

“What do you mean, maybe?”

She sighs. “I’ve been receiving these letters which have poetry in French written in them. They usually come along with a little gift, like a small flower or some chocolate. But, there’s no name on the paper whatsoever, so I have no way of knowing who it is, if it’s legit or if someone is playing a prank on me.”

“I don’t think it’s a prank, you know.” She looks back at me, her eyes wide as they sink into mine.

“You don’t?”

“Someone maybe likes you a lot, and is, I don’t know, scared to admit it to you.” I say, shaking my head.

“But, why do you think it’s not a prank? And how are you so sure it is an actual love letter?”

I feel myself almost starting to get riled up; angry because why does she refuse to accept something like that?

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that it can be an actual love letter? That someone actually likes you a lot? You're an amazing person, don't decline the thought of someone being your admirer so easily.” I blurt out, and just the second I finish speaking, I realize I’ve said too much.

I look away from her the next instant, and try to direct all my focus on my work, ignoring the heat rising in my cheeks.

I hear her whisper a small thank you, and as much as I try not to, I steal a small glance at her, her head bent down as she's looking over her school work.

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With the incident at the detention, I decide I have to send her letters every single day, with more gifts in them, my love hidden in each one of them safely, but surely.

I see her opening her locker and finding the letter. I included a daisy chain which I learnt how to make from Sarah, more chocolates and two new bracelets.

I had to stay up overnight to finish making the chain and the bracelets, but it’s all worth it.

It’s for her.

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It was one of the first days of last summer, when I was biking around, waiting for some of my friends to meet up with me. They all had decided to meet up at a new place which I had never been to. Taking different roads and turns, I found myself in unfamiliar areas of the island.

As I continued to bike, I found a big field which I didn’t even know existed. Curious, I got off my bike and went inside the field, and found out it’s actually a huge strawberry field. Strawberries were growing on low lying plants, a bright red color making them pop out from the green of the leaves.

I was completely amazed by them. I followed their path to find a huge opening in the field with a huge tree in the middle. But before I could take any steps further, I saw her sitting under the shade of the tree, protecting herself from the bright summer sun as she was eating the strawberries. She looked so serene; sitting cross legged and biting into those strawberries, sighing as their sweet taste completely encompassed her.

Since then I always see her going on the little road which leads to the huge field, biking her way to it. Now that strawberries are back in season, I have decided to put some of those in her letter next time, and even spend some time there as I try to write some new letters to her.

I decide to go around at least 2 hours before her usual time, so she doesn't see me there at all. With my notepad, my fountain pen, ink bottle and my basket, I find myself in the strawberry field again, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweet smelling air surrounding me.

I sit under the tree, taking my notepad and my pen to begin writing, but, much to my dismay, I don't feel inspired and no words come to my help to write something. Even with a big inspiration right in front of me, I just can't think of something to write.

Frustrated, I leave my notepad under the tree and decide to gather some strawberries. I make my way in between the plants, trying to pluck only the ripest of the ripe strawberries.

Having to walk around in the dirt for so long results in dirt over my face and my clothes, but that doesn't matter to me.

“Just a few more,” I whisper, bending down at one of the bunches of strawberries to pluck them. I look at my basket, which is quite full, but I know I can get some more.

I find myself satisfied with my collection as I look at my full basket. The strawberries shine under the evening shade of the sun, the golden rays making them glow.

I start to walk back out to the tree, but just as I come back out, I spot her looking at me.

Oh shit.

I spent way too much time than I intended and now she's here.

“Oh, hey,” I say awkwardly, as she looks back at me with the same confusion as me.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, what are you doing here?” She questions me.

I can’t tell her why I’m here. I have to make something up.

"Nothing, just... just getting some of these strawberries. I've heard they're really good," I say, walking towards her. I try my best to exude confidence, to show her I’m firm in what I’m pretending to do here.

“How did you... how did you find out about this place? I come here almost every single day and I never see you here. Why suddenly today?”

I see it.

I see the hunger to know everything in her eyes.

I know she has seen my notepad and my pen, just lying there under the shade of the tree.

I know she suspected it when I said too much during the detention. She's set on knowing the truth about everything, about me being the one who drops little words of love in her locker each day, and proving her own assumptions right.

I'm standing silently in front of her, trying to find the right words to start with, and she's looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to start speaking.

“Why do you have that notepad with you, with that fountain pen?” She prompts.

We’ve come too far.

It’s time I tell it all to her.

“For you. It's all for you. It's all always been for you.” I whisper. “These,” I say, motioning to the basket in my hands, “these are for you too.”

"But... why me?” She mutters, her eyes directed towards everywhere but at me.

"Because," I walk closer to her, and with all the confidence in me, I place my finger under her chin and gently push it up so she can only look at me. I feel my hand almost shaking from getting to touch her. “I want you to know how special you are. You deserve nothing but love, and this is just me showing you that.” I move my hand towards her cheek, placing it comfortably. When I see she doesn't show any signs of discomfort, I feel myself starting to get relaxed, my heartbeat taking control over its speed. I feel her cheek radiate heat through my hand.

“But-” she starts, but I cut her off.

“No buts. I told you this before too, why are you not willing to believe that you are so worthy of being loved and appreciated? That there is someone who’s ready to do this all for you, but that wouldn’t be special now, would it? That’s what everyone does. And then my purpose of showing you that I’m not like everyone else and how I will shower you with love every single second of my life is defeated. I will bring you the moon, all you have to do is just ask.”

I say it.

I say it all in a single breath.

Every single emotion I experience when I see her is out in the open for her to see. I feel vulnerable, as if my protective top layer has been scratched away, but not roughly. It’s peeled off carefully, like we peel an orange for a loved one.

But for some reason, she doesn’t seem completely satisfied with all I have to say.

“Why me?”

I sigh, knowing we're both about to take a trip down memory lane.

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I was playing in the sand all by myself, trying my best to make a castle out of it, but my attempts failed me. I was bored; sitting all alone in the sand pit with no one with me. I watched everyone else in the playground, running and laughing with their friends, while I was left all alone.

My attention was directed towards the swings, and a huge smile graced my face when I saw it was empty. It was nearly never empty, always being hogged by the rest of the kindergarteners. I rushed to it and sat on one of them, starting to swing back and forth.

I had just started to enjoy the swing, when a huge group of bullies made its way towards me.

“Hey, give us the swing!” Greg, their leader, demanded. I felt myself getting scared, almost trembling, but I didn't want to give the bullies the satisfaction that they had made me scared.

“No!” I said, tightening my grip on the swings and trying to glare at them; to show they didn't scare me. But that only seemed to anger Greg more, because with just one motion of his head, all of his friends charged towards me. They pulled me away from my swing and threw me on the ground with a loud thud, and I screamed at the pain inflicted to me. I started crying as I helped myself up with all my strength to see Greg laughing at me as he sat on his swing.

I felt lost. No teacher came up to help me, despite there being many in the playground to oversee everything. I sat up properly, sniffling, and I noticed my bruises covering my knees.

But suddenly, I felt the sunlight being blocked in front of me, and I looked up to see you.

You were standing in front of me, a gentle smile on your face as you let out your hand for me. My eyes were wide seeing you being so gentle towards me. I took your hand and you pulled me up, and led me to your teacher in your classroom.

I remember her being shocked at my condition. She took me away from you and started to apply an antiseptic on my knees, which spread a burning sensation. I whined at the feeling, wanting it to end at that instant.

She very carefully applied band aids on my wounds, and gave me a little pat on my cheek, and called me a ‘strong boy’. She left me, and you came in just the next second, taking me to your table in the classroom.

I saw you curiously as you opened up your bag and rummaged through it. You pulled out a lollipop, and handed it to me.

“You are so brave,” you said, and I felt my heart racing at your comment.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the lollipop from your hand.

It was strawberry flavored.

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“From that day, I've never stopped looking at you. As we grew older, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with, and I wanted to reciprocate all that you've done for me. It's not just the lollipop, throughout all the years you've been there for me when no one else was, I just don't want you to think that your efforts go unappreciated.” I finish.

She's looking at me with wide eyes, her breathing getting heavier.

She knows why she means the whole universe to me.

She knows why I would travel to the other side of the world to get her her favorite kind of flowers.

“Rafe,” she starts, but tears start to blur her eyes. I move my thumbs to her cheeks to quickly wipe them off, before they fall off her face.

“This is nothing compared to what you've done for me, those chocolates, little verses of poetry, bracelets, they don't amount to the things you've done for me in any way. But I just want to show you how amazing you are, and how you deserve the nicest things in the world.” I whisper.

Before I can process what is happening, her lips are pressed against mine, my eyes shut close as I feel her so close to me. My lips move against hers gently, and I feel her pull me closer to her with her arms around my neck.

She pulls away and gently rests her forehead against mine. My eyes are still shut, and I'm afraid if I'll open them up, I'll wake up from the most serene dream I've ever had.

"Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Su je vivais mille ans, he t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chaacune d'elles." I whisper, taking in a deep breath to let the moment settle in me.

“I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.”

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lovelybrooke · 7 months

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Darling, Let us Love You (Yandere Ouran High School Host Club) Chapter 1.

Series Masterlist~~Regular Masterlist

(Just for reference, while in readers pov I'll be using he/him pronouns for haruhi. For haruhi's or other characters pov, I'll be using she/her.)

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Your hand hovers over a cup filled with paintbrushes as your eyes stay trained on your painting. It was not close to being finished, only the base colors being blocked in, but it was still magnificent. It loomed over you on a wall in front of you, definitely the biggest painting you've ever done. It was intimidating, but in a good way, you were proud of yourself.

It was a nice feeling, you've been struggling a lot lately with adapting to your new school. When you first enrolled into Ouran, you didn't really know what to expect. You've never heard much about the school, but that was to be expected. Even after you started classes, you made the active decision to keep to yourself, constantly afraid of even looking at your classmates. You avoided everyone like the plague, spending most of your time in the safety of the first-year art classroom.

It was only in the classroom when you felt like you could actually be yourself. It was extremely large, and left you daydreaming about what the higher level art classrooms looked like.

The teacher was kind, and sympathized with your plight. He could tell from day one that you were pretty awkward, fumbling in any social interaction you were forced into. He knew first hand how the other students at Ouran thought, and so he allowed you to spend time in his classroom, even when he wasn't there.

Now, you spend all your time here, in the art room, alone. It's not like you mind it that much. You've never really been good at making friends, so you didn't mind spending time by yourself. Though, you couldn't deny the loneliness you felt, especially whenever you came home to your grandparents. They were always so worried about you, spending so much time in your room.

A part of you wanted to be better for them, to put yourself out there for them. But it was hard, and you were so afraid of what other people had to think that you rather lock yourself away from anyone than have someone dislike you.

"Excuse me." There was an unrecognizable voice that caused your hand to shake, knocking over the paintbrushes onto the ground. It turn slowly, offering a nervous smile to the stranger.

The stranger jumps, rushing over to help pick up your brushes. "Oh! I'm so sorry." You wave him off, moving towards the ground to pick up the brushes in embarrassment. The stranger however, laughs, his brown hair falling in front of his eyes a bit.

"Don't worry, I was the one to scare you." He say softly, handing you the paintbrushes which you gingerly take, making sure not to get any pain from your hands on him. You waste no time putting the brushes away in your bag, ignoring the stranger as he stares at you with a raised brow.

"You're (Y/n) (L/n), right?" You nod, slightly confused. The stranger must've been able to tell, because he shakes his head while rubbing the back of his head a bit. "I'm Haruhi Fujioka, I'm the other scholarship student." Oh! That makes more sense now, you were sure they seemed familiar but you couldn't tell from where. You've seen him around school once or twice, but lately you've seen them less and less.

"I'm sorry if I surprised you, I just wanted to see if you actually existed." His statement made you even more embarrassed, if that was even possible. You look away from the boy as you sling your bag over your shoulder. You didn't know what exactly to say in this situation, letting out a dry laugh instead.

Haruhi must've gotten distracted, because instead of saying anything, there was silence. You look back in his direction, noticing him staring at your painting. "Did you paint this?" He asks softly, which you nod quickly at. You feel your grip tighten on the straps of your bag as you watch Haruhi silently judge your painting. Your mind could only image what he was thinking. They probably thought it was terrible, that it was childish and boring.

"It's beautiful." There was only sincerity in his voice. "You're so talented." He whispers to you as you stare at him in awe.

The death grip on your bag lightens "thank you" you say, getting a smile out of boy. The smile quickly leaves though when he notices the bag on your side.

"Are you leaving? Let me walk you out." Haruhi takes you hand, leading you out of the classroom. You swear you can hear your brain short-circuit when he takes your hand in his without a worry.

Once out of the classroom, you remove your hand from Haruhi, mind clearing from your embarrassment. You thank him quickly, bowing slightly as you try to walk away from this awkward situation. "(Y/n)! Wait!" Haruhi hurries after you, stopping you in your tracks.

Haruhi looked nervous, his pale face a slight scarlet as he hold out his phone towards you. "C-can I have your number?" He asks with a small stutter. "I just--you're the only other normal person here..." You understand what he's trying to say, but you're still surprised. Nonetheless, you take his phone and punch in your number, handing it back to him quickly.

A smile graces his face when you hand his phone back. "Thank you!" He says. "If you want--we can hang out tomorrow." The suggestion made your heart soar, and you nod with a giggle, giving him one last wave before walking out of the school and on home.

---

"Kyoya? Did you know there was another scholarship student enrolled here?" Haruhi asks the host, who looks at her through his glasses. He smirks, tilting his head.

"Why, of course." He says with a smile. "It's my job to know about the students enrolled at our wonderful academy."

"Sure." She responds, looking at her phone, your number displayed on her screen. There were no messages from you, which for some reason, sent a pang through her chest. What were you doing right now? Maybe you were busy and that's why you haven't texted her yet, that made the most sense. It's only been a day, but Haruhi couldn't help but really want to talk to you again.

"Aww-Haruhi." Hikaru started. "Do you have a crush~" Kaoru finished. She moves away from the teasing brothers, groaning at the matching smirks on their faces.

"No, they're just the only normal person here, of course I want to get to know them." She responds, taking a seat on a near by couch, which the orange haired twins follow her to. She repeatedly checks her phone, for what exactly, she doesn't know.

The brothers look at each other with a mischievous look, "Do you know if they're in our year or not?" Haruhi nods slowly, putting her phone in her pocket.

"Yeah, but I don't think I have any classes with them." Now that she thinks of it, you're pretty quiet. If you did have classes with you, she wouldn't know.

"You don't have any classes with them." Kyoya mentions from his spot off to the side. Haruhi stares at him in disbelief, while the twins giggle together. She knows Kyoya is noisy, but she wouldn't expect him to know your schedule.

"Well that settles it then." Hikaru spoke, now sitting at Haruhi's side.

"We'll just have to meet them on our own time." Kaoru said at her other side. Both of them were shrugging, but she could clearly recognize the playfulness in them. It made her heart sink into her stomach, causing her to shoot up from them couch in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.

"No, no, absolutely not!" She says, pointing at the two, who were both pouting at her. "You guys are just sign to scare them away!" She yells, brows furrowed in frustration, which only made the brothers more excited.

"Why are you yelling, Haru-chan?" Haruhi straightens her back, eyes widening at the sight of Honey. The upperclassman entered the room with a yawn, rubbing his eyes from the bright light. He must've just woken up from a nap, thankfully he's in a good moods.

"Sorry Senpai, it's noth--"

"Haruhi has a new friend~" The twins say in tandem, giggling when Honey's demeanor instantly changes, his eyes lighting up as a smile decorates his face. With a laugh, he rushes over to Haruhi, wrapping his arms around her in tight hug.

"Really, Haru-chan!?" Honey looks up at the host, eagerness written all over his face. "Can I meet them, pretty please." Haruhi had to swallow down an annoyed groan, patting Honey on the head while shaking her head lightly. Instantly, Honey's smile was replaced with a deep frown, his lip quivering a bit as a stared at Haruhi with sad eyes.

"B-but Haru-chan..." He lets out a small cry "I wanna meet your friend..." He begged, hugging Mori as he was picked up by him. She sighs, shaking her head as she grips the bridge of her noise in frustration. She just wanted to hang out with you, she didn't expect all this to happen, but that was her mistake. She should've known this was how the host would react.

"Haruhi!" Oh no, not him. For the millionth time today, she felt her heart nearly stop. If anyone had to find out, why did it have to be Tamaki. She knows he'd throw it out of proportion, confronting you directing and making sure you weren't a "threat." She gives the club leader a deadpan look, attempting to calm her beating heart. Tamaki didn't look phased, staring at her accusingly. "You didn't tell me you had friend!"

"Yeah, I didn't." She responds blankly. It's almost like I didn't want to. She kept that in her head. Tamaki looks almost hurt at the girls blank stare, but he preservers, straighten his back and smiling at her.

"You should invite them to the host club, we would love to meet them." He sounded pretty insincere, still prompting the other members to look at her, expecting her to agree. The twins were still smiling, like it was permanently etched onto their faces. Kyoya and More look impassive, which was pretty normal, while Honey was ecstatic, nodding his head along with Tamaki's words.

"I just met them yesterday, I think that's a pretty big leap."

"Well." Kyoya spoke up, pushing up his glasses. "We can take this as an opportunity to make sure they aren't a threat to business." Haruhi titled her head, confused and slightly worried. "What would your dear guest think if you started getting close to a random student?, a commoner nonetheless." Kyoya explained.

Haruhi didn't want to admit it, but he was right. It isn't uncommon for guests to get jealous, though Haruhi didn't have to deal with it as much compared to the others. But that shouldn't be a problem, right? You're just a friend, and she planned on keeping you away from the Host Club, but that was ruined.

Haruhi rolled her eyes, nodding her head stiffly, like it was painful to agree. "Fine." She spat out, crossing her arms. Honey was the most excited, smiling from his spot in Mori's arms, while the twins looked like they were already scheming something up. Haruhi, in contrast, was annoyed, a frown on her face and her posture not befitting a host. She wanted you to be her friend, and she knew that you would be drawn away from her if you met the hosts.

She pulls out her phone, hurriedly typing a message before shoving it back into her pocket with a little bit too much force.

She just wanted this day to be over.

---

Haruhi Fujioka: Could you meet me in music room 3 after club activities are over?

That was the first message you received from Haruhi, which made you slightly confused, to say the least. You didn't keep up much with the school, but it was known fact that music room 3 was the club room for the Host Club.

You didn't know much about the Host Club, and what you didn't know was learned against your own volition. Most rumors regarding the others members, non of which you knew. Since you spend most of your time in the art classroom, you haven't seen them around the school and you're pretty sure you don't have any classes with them.

Wanting to meet after club activities was also confusing. You stayed late after school on days you didn't have work, so you knew most clubs went pretty long. You didn't want to hold Haruhi up, but you also didn't want to make Haruhi uncomfortable by suggesting another time to meet.

Haruhi's your first friend here, you didn't want to mess this up.

(Y/N) (L/N): Yeah sure.

You sent the response a few minutes after Haruhi's first message, but Haruhi's response came quickly.

Haruhi Fujioka: Okay great! See you then.

You closed your phone, putting it away in your bag and grabbed your lunchbox. It was pretty small, but was enough for you. You mostly took food from the bakery you worked at. It sold coffee and backed goods, so whenever you could, you'd ask your boss for anything they could give. Your grandparents were old, and you didn't want to worry about you eating, especially when you already didn't have that much money.

Today's lunch two slices of bread with some jam, some vegetables and fruit, a long with a small piece of candy as a treat. You always chose to eat your lunch in a classroom, since the only time you ate in the lunchroom you were stared at the entire time. To this day you didn't know if it was because of the food or your clothes.

You couldn't even get a bite in before someone burst into the room. You jumped, holding onto your lunchbox for dear life as two matching figures enter into the room unceremoniously. It was strange, even their chaos was synchronized, both falling on the floor together. They both huff a bit before two pairs of eyes meet yours, two matching smiles adorning their faces, causing you to gape a bit, fearful.

"Um--hello?" You whisper, placing your lunchbox back down on the table. The two barely acknowledge you as they stand up, recovering from the debacle quickly. They stare at you, almost menacingly, your heart racing in your chest. It races even faster when they both take seats down across from you.

They both prop their arms on the table, placing their chins down on their hands, smirks on their faces. Somehow they were even more synchronized up close, everything down to their creases in their brows were similar. It was kind of unsettling, making you back away from them a bit, hoping they didn't notice.

"So, you're Haruhi's new friend." The boy on the left declares. It wasn't a question, so you didn't know what to do other than nod slowly.

"Aww--you're kinda quiet aren't ya?" The one of the right laughs, his brother laughing a long with him. You bite the inside of cheek, embarrassed. You didn't like them already, and all you wanted to do was leave. You kept eyeing the door, hoping for a way out.

"I--uh--met him yesterday so I wouldn't really call us friends." You mumble, not looking at the two. Your eyes flickered in between your hands in your lap and the door. Would it be considered rude to start packing your stuff up now?

"I'm Hikaru!" The one on the right said.

"I'm Kaoru!" The one on the left said.

So neither of them can sense your discomfort. That or they're ignoring it.

You wave to them, you movement robotic and stilted. "I'm (Y/n). Why are you here?" You cut straight to the point, all this being too much to handle. The twins don't seem to care about question, both standing up and sitting down next to you so that you're now trapped in between the two.

"We just want to learn more about Haruhi's new friend." Hikaru, who you recognized due his voice said. While they haven't spoke much, his voice was much deeper than his brothers, making it slightly easier to tell them apart.

"What's so wrong with that?" Kaoru completed his brother's sentence. You shake your head, you're not going to finish lunch, aren't you.

"Are you friends with Haruhi." You ask, tilting your head towards Hikaru. His smile doesn't reach his eyes, which tells you it's most likely fake, not so surprising.

"Oh~ you don't know?" Hikaru laughs. "We're in the same club together."

"Do you know anything about the school you attend?" You turn your head to look at Kaoru, annoyed at his statement. Sorry that you didn't know something about the person you just met yesterday. "Haruhi's a part of the Host Club."

Your eyes widen a bit but honesty, you're not that shocked. Haruhi's pretty attractive, even you could admit that. Even though they didn't really seem like someone to join a Host Club, who were you to judge someone you just met.

"Oh." You nod, standing up. You were officially tired, and classes were about to start. You didn't want to be late for class, so you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. Turning, you don't miss the slight hint to surprise on both the twins faces. You bow slightly towards them, holding onto your bag as you do so. "Well, either way, if you're friends with Haruhi, I hope we can be friends as well."

You don't stay long enough to get their reactions.

---

The sky was a nice shade of pink as the sun descends on the horizon. You can't spend too much time taking in the scenery though, as your main job is finding your way to music room 3. This school was too big for no reason at all. Honesty, why couldn't you and Haruhi just meet someplace that didn't require you to walk up flights of stairs to get anywhere.

Eventually, after getting lost multiple times, you managed to find your way to the music room. The large doors that kept you out were intricate, like everything else in this school, and only served to make you nervous. You questioned even stepping a foot inside, debating leaving Haruhi and coming up with some elaborate excuse. Maybe this was some prank that Haruhi and the Host Club were all a part of, that's why he wanted to meet you after school where others wouldn't see you. You knew it was far fetched, Haruhi seemed nice, but your mind seemed keen on making you feel as scared as possible.

You exhaled quietly before opening the door, taking small steps in. The room was still decently bright due to the amount of natural light. It was honestly beautiful, the pink sky bringing in warm light that made you just a little less afraid.

"Oh! You must be Haru-chan's friend!" You were stunned out of your peaceful state by what sounded like a child. That couldn't be right though, you assumed until you felt something attach itself to you. Looking down, you were met with the sight of a small boy, a bright smile etched across his face. "I'm Honey! It's so nice to meet you!"

You didn't know what to do in this situation, freezing up in peer surprise. You open your mouth in an attempt to say something, but your brain is unable to come up with anything to say as another person comes up behind who you now know as Honey.

"Mitsukuni, you're scaring them." The tall boy say, detaching Honey from you. Honey gasps dramatically, eyeing you with a sorry look.

"Really?!" He gapes. He seriously couldn't tell? " I'm sorry..." He mumbles, laying his head on the taller boys shoulder. You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I-It's fine." You murmur. "Have you seen Haruhi? I was supposed to meet him here." Honey's eyes lit up, nodding excitedly like he wasn't just moping a second ago.

"Yeah! He was looking for you!" He looked around the room from a top of his friend. "I don't know where he went though..."

"Hey~" Oh no.

"You came~" It was the brothers again. You felt one of them wrap him arm around you, moving your head to see it was Hikaru, who was smirking you down playfully. "We didn't think you would." You cringe slightly underneath his arm, attempting to back away without causing too much of a scene. It didn't work, because the moment you got free from Hikaru's hold, Kaoru was there to wrap his arm around you.

"Hikaru, Kaoru--oh, you're here." There was yet another person, this time a tall boy with glasses. He looks way too mature to be hanging around these weirdos, but the coy smile makes you sink into the floor. "Hello, I'm Kyoya Ootori, you must be Haruhi's friend." You slowly move out of Karou's hold, his arm dropping to his side.

"Yeah, I guess..." You say, moving closer to him. Honestly you just wanted to get away from the twins, whose gaze wouldn't leave you. Kyoya's smile doesn't leave, like it was his default expression. He doesn't look away from you as he calls for Haruhi.

Haruhi doesn't take long to get to you, appearing from deeper in the room. Honestly, you didn't realize how big the room was until then.

Haruhi looked relieved to see you, his face softening when he meets your eyes. Next to him, was yet another new person, causing your shoulders to sag as you await yet another weird social interaction. "I'm sorry." Haruhi says when he reaches you. "I was busy with club stuff."

You nod, bringing your face closer to Haruhi to whisper in his ear. "That's fine, but why am I here?" You couldn't wrap your head around it. Haruhi looks confused for a second, before taking a quick glance around the room and instantly understanding your plight.

"Sorry." He rubs the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh. "They wanted to meet you." He looks annoyed, glaring at his club members.

You nod, still kinda confused. "Alright well, I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you." You say, bowing. Before anyone else could speak up, Haruhi was pushed to the side lightly and you became face to face with the blond host that was with Haruhi.

"What do you have with my Haruhi?!" You step away as he yells at you. His Haruhi?, weird but okay. You gape, searching your brain for an answer.

"Uh--nothing? Haruhi was the one who talked to me first." You finally answered. It wasn't a great answer, but the only one you could come up with. At the response, the blonde became less apprehensive, backing away from you while cupping his chin in thought.

"Senpai, leave them alone, you're acting weird." Haruhi spoke blankly. The boy frowns at the statement, becoming kind of pathetic as you visibly deflates.

The twins, who you almost forgot were here, took place on each side of the host. "Come on boss, you're not that weird." They said together. You don't agree but that doesn't really matter. You watch as the blond host becomes even more depressed, crouching down on the floor dramatically while mumbling to himself.

"Is this how they usually act?" You whisper to Haruhi.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You shake your head.

"It's fine, just wish you would've warned me, y'know?" Haruhi blushes a bit in embarrassment, nodding a long with your words.

"It's not your fault, (Y/n)." You jumped a the sound of Kyoya's voice, he was standing right next to you. "It's not everyday Haruhi brings someone over, it makes sense that Tamaki would be in shock." So that's his name, Tamaki. You've heard of him around school, mostly from the girls who swooned over him. You never expected him to act this...pathetic.

You don't respond to Kyoya, to busy watching Tamaki get made fun of by the twins. It's honestly kinda funny, and nearly brings a smile to your face. The smile never comes however, as you're interrupted by a notification from your phone.

"Dang it, I'm late for work." You murmur.

Haruhi gasps. "I'm so sorry." He says, clearly embarrassed and a little overwhelmed. "I-I'll talk to you tomorrow."

You nod, not wasting time walking out of the club room. You don't really know what today was, to much happening for you to really process. It made you crave getting to work, just so you could be anywhere but inside that room with those people.

Back in the club room, however, Haruhi was holding back from scolding the others. She knew from the very beginning that they were going to blow this out of proportion, she just hopes they don't ruin this for her.

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journeyintofiction · 1 year

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Promise?

Anon request: Shuri x teacher reader where the reader and Shuri were close as children and years later, Shuri is touring schools in Wakanda and sees her again and realizes she still has feelings for her.

Word count: 1.5k

Happy reading :)

12 years ago

“Come on Shuri, get your butt up here!” I yell from one of the highest branches of the tree.

“I’m coming, I’m coming jeez”, Shuri mumbled in response while trying to climb as quickly, but safely as possible.

Upon finally getting up into the tree Shuri plopped down next to me and we sat there watching the sun set. Neither of us spoke and just enjoyed each other's company while leaning on one another. It's always been this way between us since we were little, we just always clicked with one another and now as teens, the relationship we have has blossomed more than either of us could have imagined.

“Are you worried about leaving?” Shuri asked softly while staring off into the distance, watching the ocean waves crash on the sand far below.

I turn my head to look at her and regard her carefully, she seems worried and genuinely sad about me leaving for school. I shake my head and give her a wobbly smile, “I’m not worried, if anything I’m just sad about leaving home.”

She finally turned to look at me and looked like she was going to cry but she just nodded, threaded our fingers together and leaned her head on my shoulder. “Promise that we won’t lose contact.” she whispered.

I feel a tear fall from my eye, “I promise.”

Current Time

I re-read the email sent from the principal unsure that I read it correctly. Apparently Shuri was visiting various schools in Wakanda and just so happened to choose my school and my classroom to observe. Not that I find it to be a problem, but we haven’t seen each other in years and it just seems odd. We didn’t purposely lose touch, but when I was in college and then going through Grad school things got hectic. I got involved in international programs, outreach centers, and got heavily involved in Wakanadan foreign affairs.

Life was going so fast and before I knew it I was 28 with more accolades than I could count, more money than I could have ever needed, and desperately missing home. So I decided to move back to Wakanda and start teaching high school students in the advanced track program geared towards international affairs and diplomacy.

My thoughts were brought back to Shuri, who has gone through a lot in the last year. During my time away initially we kept in touch regularly, but after five years of being away from Wakanda, we barely spoke to one another. No hard feelings… just two friends getting pulled in two different directions by life. In truth I haven’t had the heart to see her in person since being back, but I sent a rather large and elaborate flower arrangement after her brother's death and another one after her mothers death. I get pulled from my thoughts by a knock on the door and I look at my watch realizing it's time for my next class period.

I open the door and smile at my students, “Come on in guys.”

I look down the hall and see the principal greeting some of the Dora Milaje and before the principal could see me looking I quickly redirected my attention to my students before closing the door.

“Alright settle down everyone, today we are going to do a socratic seminar and discuss which diplomatic theories were utilized …”

Shuri’s POV

I walked further down the hallway with the Principal as we got a tour of the school before observing Y/N’s class. I haven't seen or heard from Y/N in years but from what I have seen and heard on the news and from mutual friends, she is the same kid I grew up with and had a crush on before she left Wakanda. Throughout the years despite the contact naturally dwindling, I always checked in on her every once in a blue moon just to see what she was doing. Then after everything of the last year she sent flower arrangements in honor of my brother and mother despite the loss of contact.

To see her achievements made me happy as an old friend yet sad because she slipped further away from me each year and her life was on the fast track with no sign of slowing down. Granted, I always knew her brilliance would take her far, but I never thought she would… stay away for so long. Which is why I pounced on the opportunity to visit her classroom to see the work she was doing that everyone was talking about so positively. I tuned back into the conversation and truly began to pay attention.

The principal animatedly discussed Y/N’s impact, “Ms.Y/N is a truly brilliant young woman who has transformed the international affairs and diplomacy program with her ideas. The students and teachers love to work with her and we have seen a sharp increase in grades relating to those subject matters.”

I gave an appreciative hum and smiled at the principal as we arrived outside of the classroom. I glance at Aneka, Ayo, and Okoye who all look impressed and proud. Y/N was always well liked by the Doras and my family in general due to her cleverness, diplomacy, and deep knowledge of history and government. Plus, she was a natural with her fighting skills and always enjoyed a good sparring session before she left.

We open the door quietly and file into the classroom where the students are engaged in a debate about diplomatic resolutions. Everyone is so engrossed in the topic at hand they don't even notice who entered the room. We don’t say anything and choose to remain silent and watch the events unfold naturally to get a true sense of the class. I find myself looking at Y/N and begin to truly listen.

Y/N POV

As my students get deeper into their debate I take notes and put a pause to the discussion, “ Alright guys we have to wrap up, the bell rings in 15 minutes, so what have we decided would be the most effective policy to implement?”

One of my students, Jelani, shoots her hand up, “ a quid pro quo would have worked out the best given that both sides have information to share but don't want to give up too much.”

I smile a nod, “excellent, make sure you all write that down it will be on the next test and-” I pause when I notice the principal and our honored guests in the back of the classroom observing.

The kids turn around at my pause and scramble to properly greet the Queen and the Dora Milaje that are with her. Shuri waves them off smiling and says “please continue, we just wanted to observe the flow of class.”

My students turn back to me and I sigh with a tired smile, “I see the way you all are looking at me… fine class is dismissed. Make sure you look at your online notifications for the announcement about homework and materials for next class.”

All of my students quickly packed up, said hello to the queen and took their leave seeing as she was going to speak with me. The principal stepped out too, smirking and throwing me a wink before shutting the door.

I stand up and walk over to Shuri and smile, cocking my head to the side slightly before asking “ if you wanted to see me, couldn’t you have just summoned me?”

She busted out laughing and for a moment it was like we were teenagers sitting up in our favorite tree again. I turned to Aneka, Ayo, and Okoye and smiled sheepishly before asking, “how have you guys been?”

They shake their heads trying to conceal their smiles but they answer warmly, “We have been good, still waiting on a training session with you.”

I damn near choke on my spit at that and squeak out “uh, ya sure.”

With that they step away giving Shuri and I some privacy, and I look at Shuri while she seems to be watching me with some unplaced emotion. I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it.

“Would you like to go out?” she blurts with a nervous smile.

I raised an eyebrow because I always thought she had a bit of a crush on me but I didn’t think it would stick around. I pretend to think about it and she looks increasingly nervous as I pretend to contemplate. “Yes.”

She looks surprised and then pulls me into a hug and says “ You are staying in Wakanda this time around right?”

I pull back from the hug and nod, grinning “yeah.”

She pauses before saying “Do you promise?”

I catch the reference to our last conversation before I left Wakanda and get a little teary eyed before responding.

“I promise.”

Note:

Hi everyone, I am so sorry this came out so late, I got super sick with a cold and have been dying between that and finals. But I have finished finals so I will have more time to write now so send any requests you would like to see! Please forgive any grammatical errors :)

Tags: @louderfortheback

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h0ney-fiction · 3 months

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Nashville

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Synopsis: Adam Page and Swerve Strickland go to a bar in Nashville...

Word Count: 2,359.

A/N: do we like this 1st POV or back to 3rd?

Ratings/Warnings: M. Alcohol Use. Explicit Sexual Themes.

It was a hot night in Nashville as I sat at a bar and grill waiting for my best friend, Liz, to meet me for dinner. It was our ritual to meet after work to commiserate another grueling week.

As I waited for Liz, my eyes passively scanned the bar filling up around me. Most people were pooling in to pregame for a night out. It was summer so there were quite a few people in shorts and t-shirts. This was my favorite season to people-watch. You could tell if someone was a tourist by their clothes or lack of them. My eyes wander out to a pair of men at the end of the bar. One donning a dark purple shirt, dark jeans, and cowboy boots. His light brown hair looked almost gold in the lights of the bar. The other was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. His hair was loc'd and when he smiled, I couldn't help but notice a grill in his mouth. Both of them were very handsome.

The man in the purple shirt laughed at something his friend said. He threw his head back. My eyes traveled down his body. He was fit, I could tell. His biceps flexed as he raised a drink to his lips. My eyes couldn't help but trail over to his friend and notice how muscular his physique was as well.

The vibration of my phone brought my attention back. I was texting my friend.

'I'm so sorry but I got stuck with another shift!'

'It's okay.' I replied.

'Can you take a raincheck?'

'Yeah. Sure.' I replied.

I wasn't upset that Liz bailed; as we do this every week. I began to put my phone in my purse and get ready to walk away when the man in the black shirt took the empty seat next to me.

"What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing all alone?" The man said, his voice deep and rich.

"I was waiting for my friend," I replied.

"I'm Stephon, but my friends call me Swerve." He said, extending his hand.

"I'm Ciera."

"Ciera, huh? That's a pretty name. It's nice to meet you, Ciera."

I took his hand and shook it. I tried to ignore how soft his skin was.

"Well, my friend can't make it. So, I guess I'll be heading home."

"That's a shame, my friend and I were wondering if you wanted to join us for a drink."

He nodded towards his friend in the purple shirt who had been watching us the whole time. He smiled from across the bar and raised his beer.

"Oh, well. I don't want to interrupt." I replied.

"You won't be. We've been waiting for someone just like you to join us."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, a beautiful woman like yourself deserves some attention."

I smiled, "So, you've already told me."

He chuckled, "My friend and I are from out of town."

"That explains the purple shirt. Are you here for business or pleasure?"

"Business. We just finished a show."

"What kind of show?"

"We're professional wrestlers."

"You don't say," I said, trying not to sound surprised.

"Don't believe me, huh?" He said, his hand going to his chest, feigning pain.

"No. I didn't say that."

"Your face says it all."

I blushed, "I'm sorry."

He waved me off, "It's cool. It sounds crazy, but it's the truth."

Swerve then proceeded to take out his phone and show a clip of him and his friend's match.

"Woah."

"Now you see, I wasn't lying." He said with a wink.

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry about that."

"You can make it up by having a drink with us."

The man grinned mischievously. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist.

"I guess, but just one drink."

"Great!" He said, waving for his friend to come over.

His friend smiled from across the bar and took the seat on the other side of me.

"Ciera, this is my friend, Adam."

"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling and shaking his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, too." He replied.

"Well, what are you drinking, sweetheart?"

***

Three drinks later, we learned everything about each other. I learned how Swerve grew up an army brat and how Adam was a high school teacher in a past life. My life seemed pale in comparison as I told them I grew up in the middle of nowhere Florida before moving to Nashville as an assistant for a music executive. They were the total package. Adam was smart, funny, and easy to talk to while Swerve was the life of the party and knew exactly how to keep a girl smiling.

I could barely contain my laughter as they were regaling me with stories of their exploits.

"It was crazy. The entire crowd was throwing bottles at us." Swerve explained.

"Oh my god. How do you guys do it?"

"We love it," Adam responded. Swerve agreed.

"I think we've found our new best friend," Swerve said, raising his glass.

"Best friend?"

"Of course. We can't let you get away that easily."

"We have to leave for another show tomorrow, but we'd love to see you again," Adam added.

"We've had such a great time, Ciera," Swerve said.

"Me too. I've enjoyed getting to know you both."

"We could get to know each other better. Our hotel isn't too far from here." Swerve said, his hand brushing against my thigh.

Goosebumps rose across my skin at the feel of his fingers. The touch was light, barely there.

"I don't know about that."

"Come on. Let us take care of you. Show you a real good time." Adam said, the southern twang in his voice thick from the alcohol.

My eyes went to his. They were filled with heat and desire.

"I've never done something like this before."

"That's even better."

Swerve's fingers continued to brush against my skin. He inched closer and closer until his entire palm rested on my thigh. Adam leaned against me from my other side, his breath against my neck giving me chills down my spine.

"Let's go." Swerve whispered.

"I'm not that easy." I breathed out, the scent of alcohol strong on my breath.

"No. Of course not." Adam said.

"No expectations, just a nightcap." Swerve added.

I glanced between the pair. When was a situation like this ever going to happen to me again?

"Okay. Just a nightcap."

"Atta girl." They said in unison.

Adam stood first, helping me out of the barstool. I stood between the two. Both of them towered over me. Swerve placed his hand on the small of my back. His large, strong hands rubbed my skin.

We walked outside. The heat of the air surrounded me. I looked up to see the stars above. Adam ordered an Uber and less than 15 minutes later we were in his hotel suite. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey.

"I'm not an alcoholic, I promise. I'm just very picky about my whiskey." Adam said.

Swerve seated me on the couch, his eyes watching me intently.

"Do you have a mixer?" I scrunched my nose.

"You can't drink whiskey straight?" Adam teased.

"I don't know."

"Just give it a try." Swerve encouraged.

"Fine."

Adam handed me the drink and I took a sip. The brown liquor was smooth as it went down my throat.

"See? Not that bad, is it?"

"Not at all."

Adam took the seat to my right as Swerve took the seat to my left, sandwiching me. Adam poured himself and Swerve a drink. We talked about country music as we sipped. Swerve's hand was back on my thigh, rubbing my exposed skin, brushing against the hem of my shorts.

Adam's hand trailed down my arm. The goosebumps came back. I took another sip of the whiskey and set it down.

"You have beautiful skin," Adam complimented as he tucked my hair behind my ear. It was such a contrast from his tanned hands.

Swerve leaned over and whispered, "And you have beautiful lips."

"Thank you," I whispered as the pair's hands roamed my body.

Swerve's fingers played at the waistband of my shorts. He tugged them down slightly. Adam got up to dim the lights before coming back to kiss the side of my neck. I gasped at the feeling of his beard and the heat from his mouth.

"Relax, let us take care of you." Swerve whispered into my ear.

I tried to, but I was in disbelief at the situation. This is not what I expected when I woke up this morning.

"You're so tense, darlin'," Adam added.

"I can't help it. I can't believe this is happening."

Swerve chuckled, "Well, we can stop if you want."

I glanced down and noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. I turned my head to Adam whose erection was also peeking from his jeans.

I could feel myself growing wet at the sight.

I decided I wasn't going to block myself from this experience.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I don't want to stop."

Swerve grinned, "That's what we like to hear."

They wasted no time getting me out of my clothes. Adam kissed my neck and fondled my breast as Swerve took his shirt off, revealing his sculpted abs. He placed my legs on the couch before spreading them. He rubbed and kissed my thighs. His lips felt soft against my skin. I moaned as I closed my eyes, feeling Adam's lips on me. Swerve spread my pussy and began to lick and suck. I grabbed the back of his head and grabbed onto his locs.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," Swerve said.

"I've thought about this since we saw you at the bar," Adam said.

Swerve licked my clit slowly, taking his time. I arched my back off the couch as the sensations began to build. Adam kissed the back of my neck, jaw, and then lips as he pinched and played with my nipples. Swerve continued his tongue work around my sensitive pussy, lapping me up.

I moaned against Adam's mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair. His kisses were soft and sensual. I felt like I was going to melt.

"Fuck," I breathed as Swerve sucked on my clit.

"Does it feel good?" Adam asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

Swerve licked and sucked harder. The tension built inside me. I felt my pussy get wetter.

Before I got to the edge, Swerve pulled away from me. The nectar from my honey was on his beard. Adam's hands went down my body and rubbed my clit in replacement to Swerve's tongue. He inserted a finger into my tight hole and thrust slowly.

"Fuck." I moaned, throwing my head back.

Swerve undressed and began to stroke his dick. His cock was long and girthy with a slight curve.

"Do you think she's ready?" Swerve inquired, grabbing a pack of condoms from Adam's suitcase.

"I'd say she is."

Swerve and Adam smirked. Adam removed his hand and carried me to the bed. He laid me down as Swerve came to his side. Adam spread my legs and gave me a taste, holding onto my hips.

Swerve stroked his dick and licked his lips watching me moan at Adam's touch. He rolled on a condom before trading places with Adam, entering inside me. I let out a deep moan as he stretched me out, the pain quickly turning into a deep pleasure. He rocked into me slowly.

Adam watched his friend fuck me, taking his clothes off. Adam crawled onto the bed as Swerve turned me over and positioned me into doggy style. Adam took the opportunity to get on his knees and put his cock in my mouth.

"Damn, baby." He moaned as I bobbed and gagged. He was just as big and girthy as Swerve.

I looked up and saw Adam's abs and v-line. His chest and shoulders were toned and muscular. Swerve continued to pound into me. His large hands grabbed my ass.

After a while, the men changed positions. Now Adam was fucking me as Swerve took the opportunity to kiss and play with me.

I moaned loudly, my nails digging into the sheets as Adam thrust faster.

"Fuck. You're so wet." Adam said, his southern twang even more pronounced as he fucked me.

He slapped my ass, causing me to moan loudly in response. Swerve watched as his friend fucked me. He played with his dick, stroking and rubbing the precum.

"Come here, baby." He said.

He guided my head to his cock and inserted himself in my mouth. I could taste his precum as he fucked my mouth. He growled, pushing himself into the back of my throat.

I gagged as he pulled out, a string of spit following him. They took turns fucking my holes, switching places.

Adam bent me over, pushing my face into the mattress. He lifted my hips, pounding into my pussy. Swerve came behind him and inserted himself in my ass.

"Fuck!" I yelped, my body conforming to him.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, you're so tight." Swerve growled.

Adam held me up as the men fucked me. Their grunts and growls filled the air.

"Shit. Fuck, baby. You feel so good." Adam grunted.

My lower stomach grew warm and tight as my orgasm gushed out from me.

"Fuckkk," I heard Swerve hiss as his orgasm took over. Adam lost it instantly afterward.

"Shit."

Adam lay on the bed next to me. His chest heaved and glistened with sweat. Swerve pulled out of me and took the condom off, throwing it in the trash. I was in between us, the three of us panting. Swerve rolled over to face me then grabbed my face and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. Adam caressed my back, kissing my neck as Swerve kissed me. When Swerve pulled away, Adam rolled me around and kissed me tenderly.

"What do you say, do you think we'll be seeing you again?" Swerve asked.

"Definitely," I said, catching my breath.

"Good."

They took turns kissing and caressing me until we fell asleep.

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animethottywithnobody · 2 years

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“I wanna ride, I wanna ride”

~ Bokuto x Thigh Riding

CW: nsfw, dom! Bokuto, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used (‘baby’ is used heavily), Bokuto being cute as always, reader gets embarrassed but sexy as always

WC: 2k

Synopsis: You’ve been friends with Bokuto and Akaashi since you both started high school, now you both are in your junior year of college and your friendship is still going strong. So is it wrong that you always fantasize about Bokuto’s thighs?

AN: I’m so sorry that I haven't posted anything in so long! Work, school, and writer's block have been kicking my ass! But I have a goal and I intend to pass it. But past that this is a rework of one of last year’s kintober posts. Gotta write agbout my baby Bokuto and his lovely thighs.

❗️minors & blank blogs DNI❗️

Second Person Pov

You and Akaashi walk through the hallway slowly as you both discuss something your teacher had mentioned in class when you feel muscular arms wrap around your waist tightly as a head of white and black hair rests on your shoulder. You stop and smile as you put a hand on the head, rubbing the hair gently.

“Hey Ko. How was class?” You greet him with a gentle voice while Akaashi shakes his head at how you play right into Bokuto’s antics. He always tells you not to baby Bokuto but you just can't help it with how adorable he is.

“It was so boring without you guys,” You can see his peppered hair fall as his lips pout softly before he turns his head and mumbles into your neck softly. “I missed you. I want to have a class with you and Akaashi too! It’s not fair that I’m left out.”

You look over at Akaashi with a smile that holds back the giggle caught in your throat while he shakes his head softly, something he does a lot when he’s around you both before he gives Bokuto a stern look. “Bo, we live in the same apartment and you see y/n almost every single day. Isn’t that enough?”

Bokuto glares at him and shakes his head as he pulls you closer causing you to giggle and pat his head gently. “How about I hang out with you guys today? Would that make you happy Bo?”

He lifts his head with a giant smile, nodding his head enthusiastically as he grabs both your and Akaashi’s hands, dragging you both. “That would make me a lot more than happy! If we go right now we can play games and watch all the Maze Runner movies before Y/n has to go home.”

Akaashi pulls the hand Bokuto was holding to halt his movement as he sighs softly. “I can’t hang out today, Tetsuro and I have a project we need to start working on today.”

You and Bokuto looked at Akasshi with tiny pouts before you pull both boys into a hug, mumbling softly. “We’re gonna miss you today Keiji and it would’ve been fun with Tetsu there too.”

Akaashi kisses your head gently as he rubs Bokuto’s back before he pulls out of the hug to go meet up with Kuroo. Bokuto holds onto you a little longer before he lets go, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward his apartment. He’s excited the whole time and talks about all the stuff you guys can do with the time you have with each other.

Once you both reach the apartment, you change into clothes you have at their place since you come here so often. You’re at their place so much that you have clothes for almost every occasion, they’re kept in Bokuto’s room since he insists he’s the best one to protect your stuff. You guys play Call of Duty, Minecraft, and Roblox. You both have a pillow fight and a baking contest before you guys settle down and start watching the first movie in The Maze Runner Trilogy.

You both cuddle on the couch and share a giant fluffy blanket, one you convinced Akaashi was essential for when they were moving in. His big hands are on your legs which are laying over his thighs as he’s so engrossed in the movie as if you guys haven’t watched it over seven times already. But while Bokuto was acting as if he doesn’t know what’s happening with Thomas and his friends, you’re so focused on his thighs that sit plump under your legs.

You have a thing for thighs but especially Bokuto’s thighs which never disappoint thanks to volleyball and all the other exercise he does. It’s a good thing Bokuto likes to flex because he always asks you to touch his muscles and when it comes to his thighs, how could you ever say no? Every time they’re exposed, your eyes linger on them longer than they should and your hands always happen to ‘accidentally’ brush his thighs. It’s getting to the point where the word ‘sorry’ is in your vocabulary every time you’re together just regarding his thighs.

You don’t realize you were so far in your fantasies that you started rubbing your legs together until Bokuto squeezes your thigh gently causing you to look up at him only to be faced with a look of concern. “You okay? You keep moving around.” The worry in his eyes makes you feel so guilty but all you can do is give some lame excuse.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine Bo. My legs are just a bit cold.” You give him a weird laugh hoping he’s going to believe the bullshit you’re trying to give him as truth.

He stares at you for a bit before he lets out an airy chuckle and pulls you into his lap, holding you gently as he leans close to your ear. “Is that better?” His voice barely above a whisper, ripping your ability to speak so only give a weak nod is given as a response.

For a bit, you both focus on the movie but your movements never stop, eventually you end up sitting on his left thigh. Your mind starts running rampant and Bokuto only made it worse when he pulls you back against his chest with his hands wrapped around your abdomen while his head rests on your shoulder. The action of pulling you back makes you grind against his thigh, causing you shiver and stiffen but he might’ve thought it was from his breath gently hitting your neck so he mumbles an apology and kisses your cheek lazily.

The atmosphere between the two of you is heavily sexual, so heavy that your mind feels foggy. You slowly start moving your hips against his thigh. It’s barely anything but already the pleasure you feel from it is amazing. You’ve never had the pleasure of riding thighs before but you’ve always imagined it, mainly with Bokuto’s thighs in mind but to actually experience it is something completely different. You keep your movements subtle, going as far as stopping every so often so you can use the excuse of ‘getting comfortable’ again.

You don’t even realize that you start speeding up, getting more desperate and needy for the feel of him. You don’t notice the soft moans that start leaving your plump lips as your eyes close the more you lose yourself in the pleasure. You don’t notice his hands slowly sliding to your hips, guiding your movements gently. You don’t notice that his head leans more into your neck and that his breath is getting heavier. You don’t notice him rutting against your back from time to time.

“You enjoying yourself baby?” Your eyes fly open as you stop abruptly, about to turn around but Bokuto’s hold on your waist stops you. “What’s wrong? We’re having so much fun, don’t stop now.” He kisses up your neck gently until he reaches your ear. “Go on baby, keep getting off on my thigh.”

“Kotaro! It’s not- look I-I know how this seems but- look Bo I’m- I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” You put your hands to your face, feeling so embarrassed.

“If anyone’s embarrassed, it should be me.” Bokuto slowly starts grinding against your back, moaning softly while you bite your lip gently. “You see how I react to you?” He moves a hand in your shorts to feel the wet spot on your underwear. “You see how you react to me? At least use me to make yourself feel good, please?”

The desperation in his voice makes your head feel hazy. “Bo, is this not weird to you? If we continue with this, we’re pushing our friendship to something more.” You gasp slightly and put your hands on his knee when he starts moving your hips slowly.

“What’s wrong with that? I’ve always thought you were pretty and you have some kind of feelings for me or my thighs for a while now.” He kisses your neck gently, noticing that you tensed up a bit. “Just relax and let yourself feel good right now.” You relax a bit but not enough to continue properly. “Can I help you relax?”

You turn your head to look him in the face as you nod your head slowly. He smiles softly as he gently taps your thigh whispering a soft ‘up’ so you stand up. He keeps eye contact with you as he pulls down your pants and underwear, letting them fall down your legs before pulling you back on his thigh so you were facing him this time. “Damn your so wet baby. You really enjoyed it, huh?”

You hide your face in his chest, feeling the chuckle he lets out vibrate through you. Bokuto starts to slowly bounce his legs causing you to moan and grab his shirt tightly. You slick coating his thigh, sliding down onto the couch beneath the two of you. “Ah fuck, I love seeing that pretty pussy dripping down my thigh. Ugh, I wanna taste you so bad baby.”

His words make you feel butterflies in your pussy especially when he stops bouncing his leg to hold your hips and move you along his thigh faster, pressing you against the muscle harder. Whines fly from your mouth at the pleasure you feel since it’s so new and so good. You lose all thoughts of what you’re doing being wrong, letting yourself fall back onto it as you start taking control of the movement of your hips again. “Fuck yeah baby, you sound so pretty. Keep fucking yourself on my thigh beautiful, use my thigh to make yourself feel good.”

Bokuto flexes his thigh as he starts moving two rough fingers against your clit in rhythm with your movements. The whole experience feels so euphoric, you swear you’re floating. This was a moment you only dreamed of, a figment of your imagination that has come true. You feel yourself getting pulled closer and closer to your release as everything feels like it’s going to crash down on you. Your head falls against his chest as you beg him. ‘Bo, please! Fuck- w-wait! I’m going to-ugh- I’m going to cum- wait!”

A smirk grows on his face as he gently pushes your hand away because you’re trying to stop his movements. “I’m just helping you cum baby. Don’t you wanna cum for me?” You raise your head, nodding frantically as drool drips down the side of your mouth. “That’s a good girl. Baby, can you keep your eyes open as you cum? I want you to see who’s making you feel like this.”

His encouragement and praise push you closer to cumming as a knot tightens in your stomach. Your movements get sloppier and sloppier as you get closer. “That’s right pretty girl, cum for me.” He encourages you as he pinches your clit. The action surprises you as you cum, making a mess of his thigh and hand. He slows his fingers on your clit just so he can get you down from your high, careful not to overstimulate you too much. “You did so good baby, I’m so proud. Did you enjoy that?”

You nod your head lazily as you giggle softly. “Of course, I enjoyed that Bo but we should probably clean up before Keiji comes home.” He pouts softly as you gently move a hand up to play with his hair. “Next time I’ll make sure you get taken care of as well. Would do it now but we’re on a time crunch.”

Bokuto stays quiet for a bit before he perks up and stares at you with lust-filled eyes. “How about I text Akaashi to come back tomorrow? I hate to be greedy but I need you tonight, right now.” He lifts you up and practically sprints to his room.

“Wait, Bo! Text him before you start anything!”

#kintober 2022 #hq bokuto #haikyuu!!#black coded reader #black reader #bokuto x black reader #thigh riding

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katareyoudrilling · 1 year

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Construction Corner (AU Joel Miller x Female Reader) Episode 2: Mr. Ben & Miss Jenny

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: Joel has feelings

Word count: 2k

Rating: Teen, but series will be Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Joel’s POV, Alternate Universe, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction

A/N: For anyone not familiar with this episode’s cameo – watch here. I’ve decided that Joel and Reader will need more than 3 episodes and am thinking this series will now be 5 episodes and an epilogue. Reader is divorced and in her late 30s but is otherwise a blank slate. Big thank you to @wheresarizona for the beta!

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Joel pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes deeply in and out.

It’s not their fault.

Breathe in.

They tried.

Breathe out.

They don’t know what they don’t know.

He looks up at the mess in front of him again and winces.

The homeowners, Ben and Jenny, tried to lay a patio… just… on top of the ground. The jumble of large square pavers, river rocks, and weeds that lay in front of him does not make for a relaxing outdoor space. Then there’s the pergola. If you can even call it that. A strong breeze would knock that spindly thing over.

Joel schools his features and looks over to the couple standing nervously beside their so-called patio.

“Tell me, what do you want to do with this space?”

“Well,” Ben starts nervously, “we are both teachers at the high school and we like to have groups of kids over for discussion groups and things.” He clasps and reclasps his hands together. “They’ve been through so much.”

“That’s right,” Jenny continues, smoothing her hand down Ben’s arm and taking his hand, “We want them to have a safe space to hang out and be safe people for them when they don’t feel like they can talk to the other adults in their life.”

“We just wanted to make a nice welcoming space, but it didn’t turn out quite right.” Ben’s shoulders slump.

Joel nods, thinking of all the amazing teachers Sarah has had over the years. It’s obvious the students at Corpus Christi High School are lucky to have these two.

“Well,” he puts his hands on his hips and repeats the line that has become his catchphrase, “we have our work cut out for us, but we’re gonna get it done.”

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It had been a scorching afternoon of demo. By the end of it, everyone was so sweaty they decided to call it a day and film the design plan in the morning. Joel headed straight for the hotel shower and then to the bar. There’s nothing better after a hard, satisfying day of work than a cheeseburger and an ice-cold beer.

He’s sitting at the bar, nursing his second beer and half-watching the baseball game on tv, when you walk in and sit down beside him.

It’s not that he was avoiding you today. That would be ridiculous. It’s just that his body doesn’t know how to respond to you anymore.

From the moment he met you, he liked you. But the ring on your finger was clear. You were taken. He wasn’t the type of man to pursue a married woman – no matter how much your eyes sparkled with intelligence and humor, how it set his skin on fire when you casually touched him, or how he longed to feel the softness of your skin under his work-calloused fingers.

He trained his body not to respond to you so that he could have a professional working relationship and, hopefully, a friendship with you. But last week, one wiggle of your bare fingers undid all that hard work.

He needed the break over the weekend to regain his equilibrium, but there’s no going back. That much was obvious as soon as he saw you this morning. You probably aren’t even interested in dating, having just gotten out of a long relationship. These feelings of his will just have to go away.

His swirling thoughts must have summoned you, because here you are, sidling up to him at the bar, making his skin prickle with awareness.

You gesture to the bartender and point to Joel’s food, “I’ll have the same,” then turn to him, “Aren’t Ben and Jenny the absolute cutest?”

Joel clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, they’re great. Hard workers.”

“If I had a teacher that looked like that…” you sigh dramatically, leaning into him. He stiffens and tries to concentrate over the buzzing in his ears. You smell like a meadow. Fuck.

You pop back up in your seat as though nothing unusual just happened, because it didn’t… because this is how it always is between the two of you. He is the only one thinking things are different when they’re not.

“So, how was your weekend?” you ask, stealing a fry from his plate.

“Good, yeah,” he pulls himself together enough to reply, “I talked with Sarah. On the phone this time,” he chuckles. “Then a bunch of girls ran into her room screamin’ about an a cappella group in the dorm lobby? And she had to go. What is that, singin’?” his forehead furrows in confusion.

“I think so,” you smile. “I’m glad she’s having fun.”

“What about you? How was your weekend?”

“Well, I went on a date,” you reply and his stomach plummets. So you are ready to date, but not him.

“Oh?” he manages to grunt.

“Yeah, it wasn’t great,” you shudder a little and the urge to protect you spikes sharply through his body.

“Who was he?” he asks out of interest, definitely not jealousy, and definitely not because he would track this guy down if he so much as made you feel a little uncomfortable.

“A friend of a friend of a friend, you know how it goes.” You wave your hand dismissively. “My girlfriend thinks I should try online dating, but I don’t know. Would you do that?”

The question catches him off guard and pulls a surprised laugh from his throat. “Uhh, no. I’m old.”

“You’re not old!” you chastise and swat him on the arm. “Besides, I’m only a little younger than you and I’m definitely not old.”

“You are definitely not old.” He agrees, the words thickening in his mouth. He can’t help but look you up and down. Your soft curves just beg for his touch. You’re so comfortable and confident in your body – in your whole self. It’s so sexy. If you notice his perusal, you don’t react to it. Probably for the best.

“Dating at this age is going to be a lot different. That is, if I can find someone who I actually want to date,” you laugh and steal another fry. “Do you date much, Joel?”

He takes a long slow drag from his beer, finishing the bottle. “Haven’t had much interest, to be honest. Until recently.”

“Because of Sarah? Makes sense.”

Joel looks down at his hands then drags his gaze up to yours. “Partly. But something else has me rethinkin’ things too.” He holds your gaze for a moment, then another, and another, until understanding dawns across your lovely features.

Just then, the bartender arrives and places your burger and beer in front of you, breaking the tension.

Joel stands up from his stool, “Well, I’m gonna call it a night.” He turns and walks out of the bar, leaving you staring at his back.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Ready to get to work?” Ben and Jenny both nod enthusiastically. They are Joel’s favorite kind of homeowners, eager to learn and ready to help. It’s going to be a lot of work to get the new patio finished, but they’re prepared for the tedious ground preparations needed to do this project the right way. The new patio and pergola will be a much better space for the kids to hang out.

The sun climbs higher in the sky as Joel and the crew dig. Joel berates himself with each slam of the shovel into the dirt. It was a dick move leaving you in the bar like that. He’s going to have to explain himself and apologize profusely. Not to mention even hinting at his feelings to begin with. Asshole.

He has barely made eye contact with you all day. Granted, you have been busy doing your job, so it’s not like there has been much opportunity.

It’s another scorching day. Sweat runs down Joel’s face and back. Out of habit, he subtly angles himself towards the cameras and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt. They love when he does that shit. He would never admit it, but there is a secret part of him that enjoys that people seem to like the way he looks.

What confuses him even more, is that people also seem to like it when he’s grumpy. He’s sure to be looking extra grumpy today, but only he knows it’s not due to the heat and the backbreaking work.

To their credit, Ben and Jenny keep pace with him. When they pause to film an informational segment about how to use a level to make sure the patio slopes away from the house the appropriate amount, they seem genuinely interested.

The physicality of the work slowly soothes his mind so that when he arrives at the hotel later that night, sweaty and exhausted, he’s startled to find you leaning up against the door.

You push yourself to standing, “Hi, I was hoping we could talk?” you ask nervously.

“Uh, sure, I’m pretty gross right now, but uhhh….”

“Go ahead and shower and change. Take your time. Can you come to my room when you’re done? It’s 310. I heard the crew making plans to meet in the bar. I’d like to talk somewhere private.” You’re rambling. Fuck. This is bad.

A swell of panic rises in his gut. He shouldn’t have hinted to you about his feelings last night. It was too much. Now you’re uncomfortable and will probably quit.

He manages to nod his agreement and enters his room. He tries to calm his racing mind with a quick shower and throws on a flannel and some jeans before heading to your room.

You open the door at his knock and welcome him inside.

“I’m so sorry,” he starts.

“No, wait…. It’s ok. Don’t be sorry,” you place a calming hand on his arm and he hazards a little hope that he hasn’t wrecked everything. “I just want to make sure I understand what you said last night. Do you have… uhh… feelings for me?”

“Look, it’s not like I’ve been pinin’ for you since we met. It’s not like that.” He runs a hand through his wet hair. “I wasn’t expectin’ to… when you told me you got divorced… I didn’t… I just…” he looks at you letting all the confusion and desire swirling through his brain show in his brown eyes, “I really like you. I’ve always liked you. And I think… I might more than like you. Fuck, I sound like an idiot,” he growls in frustration.

“No, you don’t sound like an idiot.” You squeeze his arm reassuringly. “I was just surprised, and I wanted to be sure that’s what you meant. I’ve always really liked you too. In fact, knowing you and seeing how you’re so patient and kind… and competent…” you pause to clear your throat, “I’d be lying if I said you didn’t help me realize that I didn’t want to be with my ex anymore. I deserve more… better…”

“Are you sayin’….”

“It’s not that I had feelings for you before, but what if I wanted to now?” You look up at him with wide-eyes and it takes all the willpower he has not to pull you into his arms and explore this new heat between you. Instead, he takes your hands in his and runs his thumbs over your soft skin.

“I don’t want to pressure you into feelin’ things you aren’t ready to feel.” You start to object, but he continues, “Think it over. I’m flyin’ out east to visit Sarah at school for the weekend. Next week, we’re shootin’ in Austin. If you think you want to, I’d like to take you on a date.”

You nod shakily. He brings your hands up to his lips and brushes a gentle kiss against your knuckles, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. Then he leaves.

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Best Friends? ;Woohao

Wonwoo is in love with his best friend, M/N, and decides to distance himself from him to get rid of his feelings. Meanwhile he gets a new friend, Minghao, which Wonwoo introduces to M/N. What Wonwoo doesn't know, is that Minghao falls for M/N too.

Contains: male X male X male, mentions of family issues, homophobia, fighting (Wonwoo gets hurt slightly), some angst, bad words/cursing, underage drinking, alcohol, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, bullying (M/N gets bullied because it's funny),

Genre: Fluff, Angst

~Not requested but 100 follower special~

High School AU

A/N: Thank you so much again for 100 followers and maybe someday i'll get 200! Who knows? But i am so happy for this and i love you all so much for showing your love for my writing and this motivates me to keep writing! Thank you all and enjoy reading!

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Wonwoo POV:

I felt my lips curl up into a smile while i was looking through my gallery. There was a certain folder for photos that i have captured. But they aren't just some random photos that i have moved to the folder, no. They are photos of M/N. So many memories of him. I keep looking at the photo where we are at the beach. He was about to go swimming and the sun hit his skin perfectly, making it shine. His perfect body looking even more perfect with his smooth skin under the sunlight.

I wish he could've stayed longer at my place today, but he had to go study for the upcoming exam. I understand him though. His grades aren't that good and if he fails this test, he might actually have to be held back. I kept looking at the photos. I wish i could hold him right now. Have him next to me, cuddle while watching movies. It would be a dream come true. If only he was here with me still...

Which made me look at the time. 1.35 am... I better get some sleep.

~The next day at school~

M/N POV:

I was sitting in front of the door to our classroom, when i spotted Wonwoo. He was wearing his usual white headphones and he had a smile on his face as he was looking at his phone. I wondered about what he was smiling at, but brushed it off when he walked up to me. "Good morning" He said as he sat next to me and put his phone away. "Morning" I answered, but after that i remained silent. I was still a bit sleepy because i didn't get much sleep last night, but i was happy to hear that Wonwoo slept well. Or i believe he did, given his energetic looking eyes behind his glasses.

"Did you study for long last night? You look tired" Wonwoo asked, looking a bit worried. "I stopped studying at about 11 pm, but i couldn't go to sleep yet, because of my parents. They were fighting... again" I said the last part quietly, so other people around us wouldn't hear it. "I get it." He stayed quiet for a bit before speaking "Would you like to come over tonight? It's Friday so i thought you would want to" I thought about it for a moment. "Sounds fun, i'm in!" I said and smiled slightly. We walked into the classroom and sat down on our spots.

Unfortunately, when the teacher picked our seats, me and Wonwoo didn't get to sit next to each other, but i'm fine with sitting next to Joshua. He's from LA or something but he's a cool guy.

~After class~

I walked out of the classroom and started complaining to Wonwoo about everything. The previous class, the next class, the whole school.. But he seemed to be understanding and threw a couple comments and agreements here and there as i spoke. Wonwoo and I walked in the hallway towards our next class, but i suddenly felt a foot kicking the back of my knee and making me fall forward.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed in annoyance and when i turned around, i saw no one else but Lee Hae Kwan. (Just a random name, no one specific) He had been a little full of himself always and his way of thinking is that the whole world is above him, and he is the king. I think it's pretty childish, and i am not the only one who thinks that way, but he doesn't seem to get it.

He let out a laugh when i got annoyed and the rest of his "gang" laughed along. Wonwoo helped me up and looked at Hae Kwan angrily. "Oh is the little gay boy gonna cry? Maybe you can cry at your little boyfriend here" He and the rest laughed again. "This is seriously getting out of hand. You need to calm down." I said as i regained my balance, grabbing my back pack and putting it on again. "How dare you tell me what to do? If we weren't in school i would beat your ass!" He raised his voice a little "Are you afraid of getting detention?" Wonwoo questioned and shook his head slightly. "What? NO! I'm just concerned about your little boyfriend who might not be able to walk anymore after i snap his legs in half!" He said and walked away past us with the rest of the "gang", pushing me off from the way.

"I wonder when he realizes that he is the most childish person ever." I said quietly and then continued walking towards our class. "I'm sorry you have to go through that... But i'm right here for you, okay?" Wonwoo said comfortingly as he grabbed and squeezed my hand a little, before letting go. I smiled slightly at the nice and comforting action.

~Time skip, after school~

Wonwoo POV:

When i got home, i immediately ran upstairs to my room and started cleaning it up, so it wouldn't be so messy. I know that M/N doesn't mind it when my room is a mess, but i want it to look good for him, and maybe i want to seem like a clean person for him.

For him... Sounds funny when you think about it. I'm doing all this for him. I should not have these feelings for him, i shouldn't. We have been best friends since forever... I can't afford to lose him after everything we have gone through.

i stopped cleaning, and was about to grab my phone to text M/N not to come, but i heard the doorbell ring suddenly, so it's too late for that now.

I also heard my mother open the door for him, and i quickly rushed downstairs, so my mom wouldn't embarrass me somehow like she always does. As i got downstairs, i shooed my mom away. I greeted M/N and grabbed his arm, pulling him up to my room quickly. I heard him let out a laugh as i did so, and i suddenly felt embarrassed, but i didn't let go of his arm as i still kept pulling him upstairs. I let go of him when we made it to my room, and i closed the door.

"I have a surprise" M/N suddenly noted, and i couldn't help but be curious. "What is it?" I questioned as i sat down on the edge of my bed. He opened the plastic back he was holding, and it had 2 six packs of beer inside. "i was thinking that maybe we can go out tonight and have a little party of our own." He said as he set the plastic bag down. My mouth was wide open and my eyes wide. "Where did you get those?" I asked him and when i saw his little guilty face, i decided that he probably doesn't want to answer. "I mean it's Friday, we don't have school tomorrow.. Why not" I said and smile slightly. I was so happy to see him smile at my agreement, and it made me smile even more.

Eventually night came, and my parents went to bed at 11 pm. But now it was 1 am and we were ready to go out. "Make sure your phone is charged" M/N mentioned and i looked at the battery of my phone. "Yup! 78%" I said and he smile. "Great! Let's get going then." I opened the window of my room and slowly climbed out. M/N handed me my back pack, his own and the beers, before climbing out too.

He took his stuff and then slowly climbed off the roof. I followed after him and we both made it to the ground safely. "should we go to that one flowery garden where we aren't supposed to be allowed, but the owner doesn't give a fuck?" M/N asked me and i only nodded. I have never done anything like this. It was new to me, but i enjoyed the thrill of all this. The feeling of getting caught was present at all times, but i felt good.

We eventually got to the garden and we climbed over the locked gates and sat on the middle of it. M/N pulled out two beers from the bag, handing me one and taking one for himself. He opened it immediately, but i hesitated. M/N looked at me concerned. "Never drank beer before?" He asked and i nodded slightly. He chuckled.

"Go on then. Try it, it's good!" He said as he kept drinking it. I opened the can and too a sip and my face twisted to confusion and disgust at the same time "what do you think?" M/N asked and had a slight smirk on his face. "It's.. weird. I have never tasted anything like this before, but i guess it's drinkable." I said and M/N laughed slightly.

"I'm glad you at least tasted. If you don't want to drink it, it's fine." HE said as a reminder, but i shook my head. "It's okay, i can drink it." I answered and sipped on the beer again.

~Time skip~

It was currently 4 am? 5 am? I wasn't sure about it. My phone battery had died and so has M/N's personal battery. He had his head rested on my lap as he was scrolling through his phone. We were sitting in a park on the grass and more and more people started to pass by. There were some people who were walking their dogs, running, on a walk or jogging.

I looked down and saw M/N slowly put his phone down and he looked at me. I couldn't help but smile when he stared up at me. I know i shouldn't be feeling this way, but he looked so handsome when the morning sun hit his face in a perfect angle, making his smooth skin look more beautiful than ever. He slowly lifted his head and sat up, stretching his limbs. He had drank at least 8 beers during the night. I, myself, had 3, so i wasn't that drunk. But M/N was, and still were. He opened the last beer and was about to drink it, but i stopped him. "Maybe you have had enough. And there are some people who might know that you are underage and might call the cops on us or something." I said as i snatched the beer from him and pouring it on the grass, emptying the can and putting it back inside the plastic bag. "Fine, whatever." He mumbled as he stood up, taking a hold of a nearby tree so his balance would stay.

I got up too and then helped him walk to a bench in the park. We sat down on it and he let out a huff. "Tonight was fun, even if i don't remember some parts from it" M/N said and chuckled slightly after. "Yeah, it sure was. Maybe we should head back to my place. My parents will probably wonder where i am if they see i'm not in my room. And my phone battery died so we have to go."

"Will you get me something to eat from the store before we go back?" M/N asked and smiled slightly at me. "sure, let's go" I grabbed his shoulder with my other hand and i took a hold of his hand with my other as i helped him stay balanced. He could still walk, but it would look pretty weird if he did try to actually. We managed to get to the small store in the corner of the street, and walked inside.

I immediately took a bottle of water. I saw M/N take some chips and a chocolate bar. He walked to me and placed the items in my hand. "Could you please pay? I don't have my wallet" He asked and looked up at me. I couldn't say no to him, even if i wanted to, which i didn't. I would do anything he ever asks of me. I really gotta get myself together. I can't love him, it's wrong.

We went to the cash register and i paid for the stuff. "Is your friend alright?" The cashier asked and i turned to look at M/N, who was staring at the small toys and laughing at them. "Uhh.. he probably just needs some sleep." I answered and grabbed the stuff, then M/N and walked out of the store.

We got back to my place and i somehow managed to get a drunk person to the roof and inside my room through the window, without him falling.

M/N immediately laid on my bed and closed his eyes. "Ugh it's so soft!" He said as he hugged one of my pillows.I let out a chuckle and gave him the bottle of water. "Here, drink this. You need it" I said and he sat up and drank some of the water that i bought. "Mm it tastes so good!" He said happily and he set the bottle on the nightstand before laying down and closing his eyes. "Good night" I said as i turned around on my chair to look at the PC. I hear a humming sound from behind me, and then i start playing.

~Time skip to Monday again~

M/N POV:

I was running on the streets, quicker than i even knew i could. I had a reason for this. Today at school, Wonwoo wasn't being his usual self. He was more distant. He looked really uncomfortable and uneasy whenever i tried to talk to him. Every time i tried to talk to him, he didn't even react. He was just on his phone, pretending to ignore me. I wonder if he's mad at me for the drinking... no he can't be. I never pressured him to drink.. I need to know what's going on. But not now. The reason i am running is-

"WHOA!" i was pulled into an alleyway. "You really think you can run away from us?" Hae Kwan said and one of his gang members held me in place. I stayed silent, thinking that maybe they won't beat me to death if i just stayed quiet. Hae Kwan walked towards me and grabbed my chin. "I asked a question." He stated and let go of my chin before taking a step back. "Fuck off." I tried to stop myself from saying anything, but failed miserably. "Oh? The little fairy boy has some nerve doesn't he?" I wanted to attack him. Punch him, kick him, make him suffer in the most horrible way possible. If only i wasn't being held in place by two people, then i would do it.

Hae Kwan let out a laugh, then stepped out of the way and nodded. One of his "peasants" waked closer to me and punched my stomach hard. I let out a breathy groan and the two people who previously held me let me go and i fell to the ground, holding my stomach in pain. The person who kicked me lifted my head by my hair and kicked me in the face. I felt my nose start to bleed and Hae Kwan walked to me and grabbed my hair too before harshly slamming my head against the ground and then kicking my stomach again. I felt like i couldn't breathe and i held my stomach and nose in pain.

"HEY!" Hae Kwan and the others heard someone and they decided to run off, not wanting anyone to know it was them. The said person ran up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Wonwoo?" I asked and i lifted my bloody face to look up at him. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry that i wasn't here when you needed it! I'm so so sorry!" He apologized many ties but i shushed him. "It's not your fault. And i'm sorry for anything i did! I felt like you were mad at me for something because you were so distant in school today. But i actually would understand why you are mad-" "I'm not mad at you, okay?" I looked at him and he helped me up. "Thanks" I said and saw some movement and turned to look at the person who was standing there. "Oh right! This is Minghao. I met him after you left my place. My mom told me to go to the store to buy some stuff and we bumped into each other accidentally and then started talking and- you know what, i don't think you care" Wonwoo said and let out a laugh.

"Hey! I'm M/N. Nice to meet you!" I reached my hand out for Minghao to grab it. He shyly took my hand in his and shook it. "Nice to meet you too." He said and put his hand back in his pocket.

Minghao POV:

When Wonwoo introduced M/N to me, i couldn't help but feel my heart flutter. His hair looking so clean and soft, and his smooth skin looking perfect in the sunlight. I wanted to smile at the sight of him, but i held back. I couldn't help but stare at him. Is it even possible for someone to look that hot or am i dreaming? I swear i have never seen anyone like him. Someone who is so perfect in every way and- My thoughts were stopped when he gestured for me to shake his hand. "Hey! I'm M/N. Nice to meet you!" My cheeks turned a slight color of pink after hearing his voice, but i quickly composed myself and shook his hand.

M/N POV:

The rest of the school week went pretty fast. Me, Minghao and Wonwoo became great friends and we already had a couple inside jokes among the three of us. It was Saturday currently, and we were all at my house, because my parents were out for the whole weekend. They told me not to have any friends over, but i never listen to them anyway.

We were all chilling in the living room, listening to some music and talking now and then, but most of the time we were on our phones. Suddenly Minghao got an idea. "Should we go out? Like just hand around and do something? Maybe we can get some spray cans and spray some walls!" He said excitedly, and i lifted my head from the couch cushion. "That sounds great!" I answered almost immediately, but i saw Wonwoo hesitating. "But it's illegal. We could get in some serious trouble for it." Wonwoo said, a tiny concern evident on his quiet voice. "It's only illegal if we get caught" Minghao said and got up. "I think we have some spray cans in our garage. Let me go find them real quick." I got up and started to walk to our garage, but Minghao stopped me "I'll go with you!" He said and i nodded.

Minghao POV:

Me and M/N walked into the garage to find some spray paint cans and i couldn't help but stare at his back when he walked in front of me. I wanted to grab his hips, pull him close to me and kiss his neck. I was fighting the urge to do it actually. We got to the garage and started searching for the spray paint cans.

I couldn't help but stare at M/N as he was searching. His body looked so good even when he was wearing over sized clothes. His face looked so handsome and pretty at the same time. I couldn't hold back my urges anymore. I walked up to him and..

M/N POV:

I was so focused on finding the cans that i didn't notice Minghao walking up to me. I felt him wrap him hands around my waist and pull me close to him. My eyes widened and i almost jolted away, but he kept me close. I felt like running away, but i didn't know how to. Running has been everything i have ever done and now would have been the moment.. but for some reason i couldn't do it. He leaned close to my ear and whispered "Let's stay like this for a while, please?" I felt my cheeks flush and felt him turn me around so i was facing him. "Your face is red, you seem to enjoy this" Minghao said with a slight giggle. My face turned even more red and i looked away in slight embarrassment. I saw from the corner of my eye, that Minghao was staring at my lips. I started to panic from the inside when i saw it and i slightly pulled away.

"Maybe we should go back... Wonwoo must be waiting for us" i whispered quietly and not waiting for a response as i walked out of the garage and back to the living room where Wonwoo was waiting. "What took you so long?" He questioned and looked at me and then Minghao who walked in after me. "Guess we lost track of time trying to find them..." i said awkwardly and sat back down.

"We didn't find them. Maybe we should just go to the movies or something." Minghao said and avoided eye contact with me. He must feel guilty for what he did just a few moments back. Wonwoo nodded and i agreed too. So we decided to go to the movies then.

~Time skip~

After some movie we had watched in the movie theater we were walking back to my place, all three of us. I, for some reason, was walking between the two taller boys and i couldn't help but have a slight gay panic. I was talking about the movie when suddenly Minghao interrupted me. "I need to use the bathroom, is there any nearby?" He asked and Wonwoo pointed at the public bathroom stall nearby. "Oh god no, not the public one" I said and punched Wonwoos arm playfully. "There is a way better one in there" I pointed at the store that was at the corner of the street. "Isn't that the store where we went when you were drunk?" Wonwoo asked and i smile. "Yup! The bathroom is the best in there" I said and Minghao nodded and walked in the store.

"Hey M/N" Wonwoo said and i turned around to look at him. "What is it?" I questioned and looked at the taller boy in front of me.

Wonwoo POV:

There is something very important i have to tell you.." I said hesitantly and when i saw M/N nod, i took it as a sign to tell him. "I don't want to ruin anything that we have between us. I know that we have been best friends since forever, but i can't help but feel like i want to be more than friends with you. I always feel more happy when i'm with you and you make me feel like the happiest person on earth. I know i shouldn't feel like this because i might lose you for this, but i needed to tell you." I took a deep breath after i was done and i waited for any kind of reaction from him. I stood awkwardly under the gaze of the shorter male and i felt myself grow more nervous when he didn't respond. "Wonwoo.." M/N said suddenly and i looked straight at him.

"yes?" "You do know that we can't go back to what we were now that you told this, right?" I nodded slightly and looked away. "I know. But i can't live with the fact that you don't know about my true feelings"

M/N POV:

Wonwoo looked somewhat guilty and I heard Minghao approach us again and that's when i remembered what happened with Minghao earlier.

"This can't be happening... This can't be true" I think to myself and i start to panic again, not too much but slightly. "Is everything okay in here?" Minghao questioned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I blinked a couple times before pushing Minghao away.

"I need.. some time alone. To process things.. I'm sorry" I said and i speed walked away from the two boys as fast as i could.

Minghao POV:

Me and Wonwoo watched as M/N almost ran away from us. He was more speed walking but he left fast. I turned to look at Wonwoo who looked guilty "What did you say to him?" I asked and looked at the direction M/N went and then back at Wonwoo "I told him about my feelings towards him.. I knew i shouldn't have done it. We have been best friends for a long time and i except that everything will go well if i tell him? God i'm so stupid." Wonwoo explained and looked down embarrassed, sad and guilty. "You.. like him too?"

Wonwoo lifted his gaze from the ground and looked at me "Too? What do you mean? You don't.. do you?" Wonwoo looked a bit shocked, but i nodded slightly. "I do.. i somewhat told him when we were in the garage looking for the spray paints.." I said quietly and looked away, still feeling bad about what i did then.

"So if we both like him.. and we told him at the same day.. He must feel overwhelmed and anxious. We should apologize" Wonwoo said and i nodded. "Yeah, we should. Let's go back to his place and talk to him." I said and so me and Wonwoo went to M/Ns place.

Wonwoo POV:

Me and Minghao arrived at the house and knocked on the door. We waited a couple minutes, but there was no answer. I knocked on the door again but we still got no answer. Minghao decided to just open the door and walk in and I hesitated, but followed after him.

We walked upstairs to M/Ns room. I went first and Minghao followed. I knocked on his room door before opening it slightly and walking in "M/N? Can we talk?" I asked softly as me and Minghao walked deeper into the room.

Minghao pointed at the bed and i looked over there and saw M/N laying there, back facing us. I sighed and walked closer to him. "Hey... We just want to talk, okay?" I asked and he turned around and looked at me.

"What do you want?" He said somewhat annoyed yet sadly. "We came to apologize." Minghao started, then looked at me and waited for me to continue. I nodded and turned to look back at M/N. "We are sorry for making you feel like that. You must feel overwhelmed from the fact that we both told you about our feelings at the same day, and we didn't even know that we both liked you.." I explained to M/N and i saw him nodding at my words.

"If i'm honest, i am a bit afraid.. Not about the fact that i don't know which one to choose but.."

M/N paused and looked away and I furrowed my eyebrows. "You can tell us" Minghao said and took a step closer. "I can't choose. I think i.. like you both. I can't choose between you two." M/N said and avoided eye contact with us.

My jaw dropped slightly and Minghaos eyes widened. "You- You like-" "Us both?" Minghao finished my sentence and we both stared at the shorter male who is now in a sitting position on the bed. He nodded slightly.

"I don't know why. I don't know how but i do. I fell for you both and i don't know what to do.." M/N said and pulled his knees to his chest and hid his face in his hands "I'm sorry.." He said and i quickly sat next to him and hugged him. "You don't have to be sorry. We can work something out. I know we can" I said in a comforting tone and Minghao nodded. "We can make this into something. We can work it out." Minghao repeated and sat down on the bed too and hugged M/N from the other side.

"Really? You aren't mad at me for running away like that? And you think we can work it out?" M/N questioned and looked up at me and then Minghao. "I know we can" I said and smiled at him.

"I really do like you both.. it's impossible to choose between the two of you" M/N said and let out a laugh. Minghao grabbed his chin and turned his gaze to look at him. "Can i now do the thing i wanted to do earlier?" He asked and M/N smiled. "I wouldn't mind it-" Minghao connected their lips and I watched it for a moment before i turned M/Ns chin to my direction and kissed him too.

When i pulled away, I saw that he was bright red and looked somewhat embarrassed and very flustered.

Minghao chuckled and i smiled at M/N.

"Let's make this a good relationship. If we all agree on it, then we can make it work" I said and M/N and Minghao both agreed. "Thank you" M/N said and me and Minghao hugged him again.

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hwaseonghwasworld · 5 months

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Brothers Best Friend Chapter 8: Hey Asshole

Summary: Yunho doesn't want his baby sister (Y/n) dating any of his friends especially Mingi since they are like brothers to him and it's an issue when all Y/n's friends are dating Yunho's friends but he wouldn't let Y/n talk to any guys since he's so overprotective, it's such a shame that she's been with Mingi for almost 2 years and no one knows. What will happen if Yunho finds out?

Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, fights

Word count: 620

Genre: series, angst, comedy, fluff, hidden relationship, High school au

Updates: probably Friday at 10pm BST

Mingi pov

Me and Yunho got into the principals office “so why am I hearing that you two are fighting?” “Both of you are meant to be best friends” Yunho and I looked at each other. Yunho immediately looked away which made the principal sigh “you both are suspended for 3 days “WHAT BUT HES THE ONE THAT-“ the principal shut Yunho up and stood up “both of you will be in detention once you both go back to school you will both be in detention”

Yunho stormed out in anger as he left the school, I apologized to the teacher since I didn’t wanna cause any trouble. As soon as I walked out Y/n was waiting for me at the corridors.

Y/n Pov

I looked at Mingi running up to him and hugging him “baby what happened?” Mingi broke the hug and looked at me “I’m suspended for 3 days” I looked at him upset since I’m not gonna see him in school for a while. “It’s ok, I’ll come see you every day till I come back” I nodded and he had to leave the school so he kissed me goodbye and I went into class.

“What happened?” I looked at Shuhua and told her “Mingi and Yunho got suspended” some people were listening into our conversation and one student got up and went to us “wait do what made them fight” “I can’t tell you that” I didn’t want anyone to know since it’ll just cause more issues, a lot of people already have a crush on Mingi since everyone think he’s ’single’ so telling them about how my brother found out about me and him at the wrong time would just get me in an uncomfortable situation.

“Y/n do you think we should tell them the truth” I looked at yuqi and shook my head “why not?” “Not now, I wanna wait till he gets back” they nodded, after thinking I walked out the school and called Mingi.

We met at the bus stop and I hugged him and he looked at me confused “what are you doing here, you should be in school” “I wanted to be with you” he hugged me back kissing my forehead.

“Where do you wanna go princess” “let’s just go to my house” Mingi looked at me second guessing “but your brother…” “don’t worry come on” he nodded and we got the bus to my house. As soon as we walked in my dads wife was looking at us and was confused, I dragged my boyfriend to my brothers room before he could say anything to her “hey asshole” Yunho looked over at the door and rolled his eyes right after and went back to watching TikToks.

“What do you want” “apologize to Mingi” he stood up walking closer to us, Mingi used his arm to protect me lightly pushing be behind him “yiu want me to apologize?” “You’ve been fucking my sister behind my back!” “And you want me to apologize?!” “How long have you too been together for?” “2 years…” Yunho turns around in anger “well we hid it from you cause we knew you would react the way you reacted” I mentioned and he loooked back at me in disbelief.

“I REACTED LIKE THAT BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE DATING SHOTARO AND I SEE YOU TWO FUCKING KISSING OUTSIDE” I scoff adding on something he’s said “so what happened to you saying ‘I told you not to talk to my sister’ huh?” “Your so fucking overprotective that it’s unbelievable” “BECAUSE YOU’RE MY LITTLE SISTER OF COURSE IM GONNA BE OVERPROTECTIVE” I walk into my room with Yunho since it’s obvious that this conversation wasn’t gonna go anywhere.

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Misfits on the first day

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★ SYNOPSIS! Nishimura Niki, a boy who’s apart of one of the biggest boy bands. Obviously he’s still a teenager so he is still in high school. Now he’s quite famous at school himself. Niki thinks he’s 2 cool 4 skool. He wasn’t interested in school until he seen you sitting in his music class. Arguing about how you weren’t gonna sing. Finding out that you, yourself were in a band aswell. But in one of his rival companies. What are you gonna do when the most popular boy wants to be your friend?

Y/ns pov

It is currently 6:30 am. Your only running on two hours of sleep getting ready for the first day of school. You were stressing over the fact that you didn’t know if you had a concert later that day.

Not only that but you guys were performing at a very big venue. So it made you anxious not being able to get sleep. But now you most definitely regretted it. Your not only Cranky, you’re also upset that your first class is music. Anxiously typing on twitter about your day as you try to get through it. You were looking for Chae but didn’t know where she was. Just heading back to class.

Leaning back on your chair in the class room with your eyes closed you couldn’t help but doze off a little. I mean you looked decent for school. But the bags under your eyes certainly didn’t help your case at all.

“Students!” The person you dreaded the most. Ms Deul.

Watching as the older women put all her stuff down and her clip board out to take role you couldn’t help but stare at her in tiredness.

“Y/n!”

“Hi” you say in a monotone voice not wanting to be there at all. I mean who does. At this point you’d rather take math first thing in the morning.

“Nishimura Ri-ki?” Couldn’t help but turn around and at-least try to put names to faces. Just to keep yourself awake. But as soon as the kids in class heard that the teacher earned giggles.

“Mam we all know he isn’t coming!”

Raising a brow you looked at the girl. Not caring you turned around.

“Okay then he’s not coming I guess?” Ms Deul said confused as well.

As soon as she was done she wanted to get the class to sing. To try and find their vocal ranges. “Y/n why don’t you get us started for today. Sing a note so the other students can get comfortable.”

Looking at her you didn’t budge. “No thanks.” Making her a little pissed.

One thing turned to another. She kept pushing your buttons and you said something. And here you both are now arguing loud as all out doors all because you simply nicely rejected her offer.

“What do you mean no thanks? Young lady I asked you to do something.”

“And I said no thanks? What are you not getting?” You responded.

Causing a scene with the teacher you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of your anger issues start to come out. Some would say it’s spunk. But the real ones know it wasn’t anything to look at cutely.

You were quite scary.

The two of you started to bicker for about 15 minutes very loudly.

But suddenly stopped when a guy appeared in the door way dumbfounded by the two of you arguing.

“Can I help you?” Ms Deul looked away from you and to the taller boy. His hair was blonde he had a mole under his eye, many piercings on his ears, he looked almost as if he didn’t belong here quite majestic others would say.

“Uhm. Your ms Deul?” The boy looked at her. The rest of your classmates mouths were open. As if they weren’t expecting this person to be here.

“Yup that would be me. You are?”

“Nishimura Riki mam” You couldn’t help bet let your eyes linger on the boy. He was handsome but you couldn’t afford to pay attention.

Grabbing your stuff you quickly found your way out the room slightly shoving him on your way out. You couldn’t stand being there with Ms Deul any longer.

Niki didn’t know why the girl left? Shit he didn’t want to be there either but I mean who does? He was almost close to asking if she was okay. But he didn’t want to. Deciding to mind his business.

She was just Different..

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TW/CW: nudity of minors (not sexual!), all characters (except the teacher) are in high school

KEY TAGS: spoiler-free/pre-canon, female reader (afab and themes of womanhood), second pov (reader's pov), meet-cute, fluff, strangers to ???

WORD COUNT: 6202

CROSS POST: ao3

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SUMMARY: "'So…' you trail off, shutting the door behind you, 'How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?'

The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, 'Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.'

'E-excuse me!?'"

Or where Kitagawa Yusuke needs a nude model, and you unknowingly sign up.

“Why don’t you just get a job?” your friend, Yanai Toshiko, points out the most obvious solution to your money problem while chewing in one side of her mouth, “It’s pretty easy these days. All you have to do is take a magazine from the job stand in Shibuya Station, look for a job that interests you, and call them up.”

“Right, and,” your other friend, Akagawa Yokkako, takes a moment to swallow her food before continuing, “if you tell them you’re a Kosei High student, they will most definitely hire you.”

“But that’s so much work!” you groan loudly, burying your head in your arms on the table and then lifting your head up high enough to be able to see your friends, “Besides, my brother’s birthday is in a week. I wouldn’t get the money in time even if I got the job.”

“That’s your fault for leaving it to the last minute,” Yanai clicks open the next tier in her bento box, “I don’t understand how you’re still at Kosei with all your procrastination.”

You perk up at this, “Uh, just because I don’t do my work weeks ahead of time like everyone else here doesn’t mean I don’t do well, thank you very much.”

“What’re you even getting your brother that costs so much anyways?” Yokkako finishes the last of the bun she bought from the school store, crumpling the transparent wrapper in between her hands.

“Limited-edition action figure set of this anime he watches,” you drag your chopsticks absentmindedly across your school lunch, depressed from just remembering the price tag.

Yanai admires her octopus hotdogs, her chopsticks holding one in midair, before eating it whole, “Can’t you get him, like, crayons or something?”

You stop swiveling your chopsticks across the pile of rice on your tray at her suggestion, “He’s not six. He’s turning twelve!”

“What’s the difference?” Yokkako snickers behind her hand, earning one smack on the shoulder from you.

“Seriously, guys,” you now resort to hopelessly picking up singular grains of rice with your chopstick, “Do any of you know how I can get cash quick and easy?”

“Well—”

“And legally.”

Yokkako wilters at the last part, her eagerness to tell you to be a cam girl or start selling drugs vanishing in a flash. While she isn’t involved in stuff like that, you knew she would suggest such a thing anyways, which would have annoyed you more.

Yanai nimbles on her chopsticks in thought, “Y’know, on my way to the teacher’s office—I had to drop something off—, I overheard one of the art students asking around for a model. He said he was willing to pay in cash.”

“Really!?” you straighten up from your slumped position, eyes sparkling at the prospect of possibly getting enough money for your brother, “Who? Do you know how much he’s paying? Did anyone say yes?”

“Hmm,” Yanai places her chopsticks down, “I only heard his voice, so I don’t know who he is, sorry. I didn’t stick around long enough to hear everything, so...”

“Ask one of the art teachers!” Yokkako chirps up, “They might know who it is. I think their office is on the…third floor?”

You turn to Yanai for an answer, who nods silently as she focuses on packing up her lunch, and, with her confirmation, you immediately stand up from your chair, “I’m going to go now then! Can’t have anyone taking my precious money! I’ll see you guys later!”

Dashing off, you try not to bump into unsuspecting students, spitting sorries when you do. You’re going to find this art student no matter what!

“Oh, right, I heard Kitagawa asking one of my other students to be his model yesterday,” the first art teacher you encountered answers, “She said she was too busy.”

Still catching your breath from sprinting up three flights of stairs, you stare blankly at her. Her answer as to who was asking for a model was hardly an answer. For all you know, there could be tens of Kitagawas in this school (it would be funny if they were all in the same art class too). Also, why did she talk more about the person he asked? She isn’t your main concern.

She returns to her work, so you press the subject further, “Kitagawa…?”

“You don’t know?” she makes the effort to turn her chair to face you completely, “Kitagawa Yusuke? He’s one of Madarame’s students.”

“Who?”

“Madarame, the artist?”

When you shake your head, she gapes at you but immediately pulls herself together, “Never mind. What do you need Kitagawa for anyways?”

“I was hoping to ask him if I could be his model,” you don’t bother to explain all the itty bitty details about how you desperately need the cash; she doesn’t need to know that.

The teacher squints at the grid paper taped on the wall in front of her, “I have him next, so I can ask for you. I’ll email you what he says. What’s your name? Include your first name as well, so I know what email to use.”

After telling her your name, she writes it down on a blank notepad, and you thank her for the help before leaving. At least you don’t have to track down this Kitagawa Yusuke.

You slide the door open and then close. Checking your watch, you yelp at the time. Class on the fifth floor is starting in three minutes, and you don’t even have your bag!

“Crap, crap, crap!” you repeat under your breath and push your legs to move faster, brisk walk accelerating to a full-out run.

As you make an abrupt turn around the corner to the downstairs, you harshly crash into someone. You shut your eyes, groaning when you make contact with the ground. Still reeling from the fall, you see the obstacle you bumped into, who is somehow gracefully sitting upon the linoleum floor.

“Pretty boy…” the words flow out of your mouth without a second thought, and your hand slaps itself over your mouth.

But really, is there anyone who wouldn’t have the same reaction? Navy blue hair framing the boy��s cheeks so perfectly and shining like it belongs in a shampoo commercial. The lack of blazer all students have to wear with their uniform revealing his lissome frame. The longest eyelashes you’ve ever seen. The most luscious lips—.

“Are you okay?”

At his words, you cease your shameless ogling, “Y-yes! S-sorry, are you okay? I should have been watching where I was going!”

“I’m quite alright, thank you,” he gets up from the floor, brushing one stray hair away from his face, “Do be careful though. It would not be safe to bump into anyone else like that.”

Before you can retort, you remember why you were in such a rush earlier and rise to your feet, “Oh god, I’m really going to be late now! Again, sorry, but gotta blast!”

You abandon him and take off at the same speed as before. Screw getting your bag; you can just ask Yukkako for paper and a pencil.

Your mind races back to the slender guy you bumped into as you scurry up the stairs. You’ve never met him before. However, you don’t think your paths will cross any time soon. It’s been a month since school started, but you haven’t seen him in any of your classes. Besides, he’s too…graceful. And pretty! Definitely not your crowd.

The bell rings once you reach the fifth floor, and you frantically scramble to the classroom door. You practically fall through the back door. Somehow, no one but Yukkako notices your tumble in and waves her hand rapidly. The teacher strides in the front door the moment you sit down, and you breathe out a sigh of relief.

The moment you step foot in your dorm room, you toss your bag to a corner of the room and launch yourself into the comfort of your bed. Thank god your roommate isn’t here right now. As always, a day spent at the illustrious Kosei High deserves a nap.

Too exhausted to take off your uniform, you snuggle on the top of your bed (also too exhausted to get inside the blankets). Closing your eyes, you feel yourself hazing out of reality and into the wondrous land of slumber.

Ding!

Your eyes snap open, tranquility gone and irritation kicked in. When you reach down into one of your pockets, you pull out the rectangular device. The brightness burns, and you don’t hesitate to lower it.

When you read the subject, “Art Model Information”, you sit up from your bed like a vampire from their coffin. Unlocking your phone, you hastily scan the message.

“‘I asked Kitagawa…need to go to Madarame’s studio tomorrow…might let you model!?’ I’m not even hired!?”

You almost throw the phone down on the mattress out of frustration, sleep disturbed for this. You have to travel to his place and aren’t even guaranteed the job? What if you travel for nothing? That would be a waste of a good subway fee!

To calm yourself, you take a deep breath and release it with most of your annoyance. There aren’t any better options, so what choice do you have?

Scrolling down the email, you find the address of this “Madarame’s studio”—you still don’t know who Madarame is—and copy it to paste into your navigation app.

Your finger repeatedly jams the doorbell as you cower underneath the veranda too small to properly cover anyone. Even though the forecast reported no rain, it began to downpour mere minutes ago with no relent in sight. Fortunately, you had a jacket to drape over your head, but it’s not going to hold for much longer at this rate.

“Oh, come on, answer the door already!” you whine.

You pressed the button just once when you first arrived, but, the longer you went on without a response, the more fervent your pressing became. Maybe you should be more patient. However, how good would a drenched model be? You need to get in soon, or else.

Before you resort to holding down the buzzer, a voice slices through the heavy rainfall, “Who is it? If it’s Sensei you want, he’s not here.”

You pause briefly at the strange familiarity of the voice before answering, “Hi, I’m from Kosei High! I don’t know her name, but one of your teachers told you about me? It’s raining pretty heavy out here, so, if you could let me in, that’d be great!”

“One moment.”

The transceiver disconnects. Footsteps approach behind the door, and the voice’s speaker unlocks it. You can’t help but gasp when the door opens to reveal who was talking to you.

The pretty boy you bumped into yesterday!

“It’s you!”

“It’s you…”

You’re too stunned to move, despite the rain pouring (partially) on you. So, this is Kitagawa Yusuke? You even said yesterday that your paths wouldn’t cross any time soon! What’re the odds?!

“...Will you be coming inside or…?” Pretty Boy, now identified as Kitagawa Yusuke, raises an elegant brow while stepping to the side to let you through.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry!” you step inside and take off the jacket on your head, “I just didn’t think that you’re Kitagawa! Crazy coincidence, right?”

“Indeed, this truly is a trick of fate…”

“‘Trick?’”

What did he mean by that?

Kitagawa doesn’t answer you and immediately begins to circle around you. He mumbles to himself, too incoherent for you to understand. The longer this goes on, the antsier you get. It’s as if you’re being picked apart with his eyes punctuated by those sharp lashes.

It’s not exactly the most comfortable experience.

Before you can ask him if something is wrong, he returns in front of you, done observing you like an abstract work of art, “I suppose you will do for now. Normally, I would try to find a more inspiring subject, but I cannot afford to on such time constraints. Do not worry about taking your shoes off, and, please, follow me.”

Your eye twitches at his slightly objectifying attitude, but you follow him anyway. Before leaving, though, you wring out your soaked jacket directly over the poor excuse of a doormat. Seeing the water permeate fills you with mischievous satisfaction. Seeing how far away he was, you run over to catch up.

It doesn’t take long for you two to enter a small studio room. Towards the backend of the room there’s a window to let natural light in. However, there isn’t exactly a lot of “natural light” shining through due to the storm. The ceiling light seems to provide just enough lighting, some darkness accumulating in the corner.

Various painting and sketching supplies are shelved in the back of the room as well. Three stools are pushed to the side. One stool sits in the middle, and an easel without its canvas in front of it.

Kitagawa goes ahead of you to set up, and you stand awkwardly by the doorway with your jacket over your arms.

“So…” you trail off, shutting the door behind you, “How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?”

The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, “Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.”

“E-excuse me!?” you almost drop the jacket onto the wooden floor from pure shock.

No…is this a nude modeling gig!? Even though themes of nudity happen to make up a majority of famous paintings, you never even considered this would be the case. You’re also a high school student, just like him! Is this even legal?

“Were you unaware that you would be modeling nude?” he strokes his chin, clearly confused, “I made sure to specify that to the teacher though…”

You gulp. Maybe you should have read the email entirely…

“You are more than welcome to leave if you do not wish to do this anymore,” Kitagawa already makes moves to clear up shop, disappointed and…annoyed(?) at this turn of events, “However, if it comforts you, I have absolutely no interest in your naked figure. I am purely doing this for art. I assure you I have no ulterior motives other than painting another piece of work for Sensei.”

“Uh, w-well,” you fidget about, not completely unswayed by his words (even though you should be!), “h-how much will you be paying?”

“Did the teacher not tell you that either?” his brows furrow even more (you really should have read the email entirely), “It might not be much, but, when we finish, I will pay you about one hundred and fifty thousand yen.”

One hundred and fifty thousand!? That would cover your brother’s birthday gift and still leave you some cash to spend! All of that for modeling? Granted, you’ll be naked, but it would totally be worth it!

Wait. Jeez, are you really that desperate for money that you’ll strip for some guy you just met? …No, no, that isn’t the case here! You’re contributing to the art world! So what if you’re in the nude? If this painting is a hit, you’ll be famous, have money, and make your brother happy for this birthday. Well, secretly famous. You don’t want this spreading around, especially to your parents.

“I’ll do it,” you declare despite your heart beating wildly at what you’re committing to, “B-but on one condition! I won’t be officially associated with this. I don’t want people to know that you painted me…naked. So, I don’t want to see my name anywhere near this, got it?!”

“You have my word, thank you,” he softens his curt tone in gratitude, and his lips even curve into a small, pleasant smile.

Your heart stutters for a moment at the unexpected nicety. While Kitagawa hasn’t been outright scornful, you couldn’t help but feel iced out at first.

“Do not mind me as you undress,” his back faces you out of consideration, “I will prepare in the meanwhile. Let me know when you are ready.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Even though his back is already turned to you, you turn your back to him as well for added protection. Well, it would only be your rear side instead of your front side he would see if he turned around (if he does, you’re leaving without a second thought!). When getting ready for today, you opted for a comfortable but still nice outfit rather than your uniform. Had you known you would be modeling naked, you would have just come in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Sitting on the stool, you first remove your shoes. You strip out of your clothes one by one, stacking them into a messy pile on the stool closest to you. Your hands pause at your undergarments. As the room’s chill travels across your skin, goosebumps prickle your skin.

You take a deep breath.

One.

Two.

Three!

You unclasp your bra.

Another deep breath.

One.

Two.

Three!

You push down your underwear.

Adding the two articles to the unorganized mountain of clothes, which had somehow not collapsed yet, you turn around to face Kitagawa. Your hands wrap around your torso, insecurity trickling in like water from a sōzu. Now that you’re actually naked, you don’t feel as confident as you did before when you agreed.

Still, you don’t want to back out now, not after you’ve gone through the process of taking off your clothes. Ugh, you better like that gift, Hanzu!

“Is everything all right?” Kitagawa asks, back still to you.

“Y-yep!” you breathe deeply again to steel your nerves, “I-I’m all ready now!”

He turns around, seeing your naked body for the first time. Despite that, his insouciant expression doesn’t change. He merely clutches his chin between his fingers again; you could almost see the cogwheels turning inside his mind. His ever-observant gaze causes you to cover yourself up even more, your hands sliding up more and legs gradually crossing over each other.

“Stop right there,” he commands with such purpose it freezes you into submission, “This heightened vulnerability and bareness… It perfectly encapsulates both innocence and womanhood at the same time! To think that you would be able to deliver such a concept… Yes, I can work with this. How foolish of me to doubt fate earlier.”

“Th-thanks?” you’re not sure whether you should be pleased or creeped out or if that even sounded like you.

“Please, remain still for now,” he sits at the easel, pencil in hand.

“Sure thing…” you search for an interesting crack in the wall to distract yourself with. With the state of the place, there are plenty of cracks to choose from, which means plenty of story material.

You’re unsure how much time has passed. All has been quiet save for your breathing and Kitagawa’s sketching. Since the session started, you’ve gotten more comfortable. Not completely, but definitely better than before!

However, you now face a new dilemma.

As you learned in psychology class, your brain requires stimulation. When it’s not getting stimulated, like right now, the urge to do something eats away at you like an annoying parasite. And it’s definitely not helping that you’ve been standing the entire time! But Kitagawa told you to stay still. You may have just met him today, but you feel that disobeying an artist’s orders, especially one as passionate as Kitagawa—that’s the impression you get anyway—is just as bad as waking a sleepwalker.

If you can’t move your body, you can at least move something else.

“So, how’s the drawing going?”

His hand falters in the line he was sketching out. With a sigh, he quickly erases it before redrawing. You quietly wince, not intending to irritate him. Maybe you should have realized that talking to him would have snapped him out of his artistic mojo.

He continues to sketch your figure, eyes flickering to you and then the canvas. The silence is even louder, and you’re too ashamed to ask again. Is there perhaps another crack you already didn’t make a story for?

“The sketch is almost finished,” he finally speaks, and you almost relax completely at an answer despite not wearing any clothes, “Sorry, I understand modeling for a painting can be difficult. Would you like to take a short break? I completed the part I was working on and can afford to pause now.”

A break? You thought he would reprimand you for speaking, but that was oddly considerate of him. Well, not like he hasn’t been, but…

“How close are you to finishing? Because, if it’s not too long, then I can handle it.”

He surveys his drawing, “Fifteen minutes should be sufficient enough.”

“Then we can continue, no worries,” you adjust your position to its original state.

“You have my thanks,” he nods and even flashes a gentle smile before resuming the sketch.

After a few more soft pencil scratchings and a few more riveting narratives of the Cracken terrorizing the town with no end in sight, Kitagawa picks up the small, deformed eraser and rubs it strongly against the canvas. His effaces become more and more frequent until he slumps over completely. Despair and hopelessness radiates from him.

“Uh, Kitagawa? Everything all right?” you make it your best effort to not move while also straining to get a better look at him from behind the easel.

“Something’s not right,” he lifts only his head to meet your eyes, “For some unknown reason, I cannot properly draw this last piece. Perhaps it’s the angle of your legs? Or maybe your arms?”

“I swear I didn’t move at all! Not even an inch!” you prepare yourself for a scolding, even though you are one hundred percent certain you didn’t move your legs at all no matter how badly you wanted to.

“I never said you did,” his expression shows no irritation, but his words still cut into you like the crack in the wall, “Allow me to think on this for a moment.”

Mumbling unintelligibly to himself, he pinches his chin between his fingers as his eyes scrutinize you once more like they had in the beginning. You immediately avert your gaze to the other side of the wall. Is it like an artist thing, or does he have this innate ability to pick you apart with his eyes alone?

“That’s it!” he sits up again with such a fervency it almost inspires you to do the same, “Please cross your left leg thirty degrees more inward.”

“D-degrees?”

With hesitant estimation—what exactly is thirty degrees?—you slowly slide your left leg.

“No, apologies, I meant your right leg.”

At his new orders, you, silent and compliant, move your right leg back to where it was originally and repeat what you did earlier to your left leg this time.

“A bit more, please, and point your right foot as well.”

You struggle to maintain your balance at the new position. Praying he doesn't make you do this for much longer, you attempt to keep the shaking to a minimum.

He tuts his disapproval, and your obedience slowly transitions into annoyance.

“Could you curve your foot a little more?”

“Please lower your right leg a little.”

“...Try moving your left leg outward.”

“No, move it back.”

“Why don’t you just do it for me then!?” you practically yell out, frustrated from having to adjust your already-sore limbs every second.

“Good idea, it would save us precious time,” he stands up straight from his seat with such poise and grace, it sends shivers down your spine.

“W-wait a minute, you’re coming over here?” your arms hug you tighter as an unsettling realization crawls on your back.

Not only is Kitagawa going to be extremely up close and personal, but he’s also going to put his hands all over your arms and legs and bend them at impossible angles!

He pauses in his steps with confusion scrawled all over his features, “Yes? Is that not what you asked?”

“W-well, it is, but…but I’m naked!” you state as if it’s the obvious reason (because it is the obvious reason).

“But you have been for the past hour or so,” he raises an eyebrow in even deeper confusion, “What makes now so different?”

“I’m naked,” you strongly emphasize the word “naked” as if Kitagawa somehow did not see an issue in the concept, “I don’t know about you, Kitagawa, but I am not comfortable with you putting your grubby mitts on me as you spread my legs and whatnot. It’s already enough that I’m modeling naked for you!”

“Spread your legs? Why would I ever—?” he stops mid-sentence, finally understanding what you were trying to get at, and his pale cheeks flush red, as if dragged from the center to the red side of the color wheel, “O-oh, I-I see…”

With a clearing of his throat, he continues, “My apologies for being so oblivious to your concerns. However, you currently seem to be incapable of properly executing what I envision for this painting. What to do…?”

Ain’t no way is he touching you! There has to be another way!

“M-maybe!” you interject before he decides that A) you’re not a fit model for him anymore and thus denied the pay you were promised or B) there is no other choice but for him to treat you as if you are nothing more than a wooden lay figure, “Maybe you can…pose like how you want me to? And then I can…mirror it? Yeah? How’s that?”

He stares blankly at you, and, as if a three-second timer went off, he livens back up, “What a splendid idea! Please do your best to imitate me.”

After adjusting his stance to better match yours, he first, as asked of you before, moves his left leg slightly higher to the crux where his legs crossed over. Oh, so that’s what thirty degrees are. Then, with a shift of his torso, he freezes with his eyes intently on you, silently commanding you to imitate him. You immediately follow suit, dumbfounded at how easy it was to copy him when you had failed multiple times.

“Perfect, now please stay like that for just a moment more,” he returns to his stool behind the canvas, pencil already in hand.

You sigh with relief, having successfully escaped any more torment, and focus back on doing what you were hired to do.

This time, instead of continuing to mentally write fanfiction between the crack on the left side of the wall and the crack on the right side of the wall—a true Shakespearean tragedy split by the great schism in the middle—, you find yourself staring at Kitagawa. Since you’re barely a meter away from him, you can see him up close for much longer than yesterday.

He’s so focused. His dark-blue eyes would unblinkingly scan across the canvas as his pencil dragged across the surface. Somehow, a mere glimpse to you can provide enough material to last him minutes of drawing. While his extremely hunched-over posture is left to be desired, his zeal clearly shows with how much he’s leaning in. Any further, and his nose would be touching the canvas!

You also take the time to comment (mentally, of course) on the strange seventy-thirty hair split he has going on. When it comes to parting hair, most go for a twenty-eighty or thirty-seventy split. However, he went the other way and managed to make it look as charming as ever. Even now, side parts aren’t the latest in style, but anyone who saw him would strongly disagree. Somehow, the right side of his hair perfectly frames his cheek. Yes, he has to push a strand or two out of the way every now and then. But, for the majority, it stays perfectly still, coiffed with enough curvature to not appear so limp.

Urgh, he’s a pretty boy in every sense of the word!

After some back and forth from behind the easel to you, the saccades shorter and shorter each time, his eyes then shift to your own. At the sudden eye contact, you flinch, caught red-handed.

“Is something the matter? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time,” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“O-oh, it’s nothing!” you laugh awkwardly, trying to act as if you weren’t staring at him for the past couple of minutes, “I-I was just zoning out, haha! Don’t mind me!”

He accepts your excuse without a second thought (is he really that gullible?), “Well, I am just about done with the sketch. All that is left is to paint it. I greatly appreciate your service and—.”

“Ooo! Can I see?” you jump up from the wooden stool and bounce over to see what he was drawing for the past hour.

Kitagawa immediately stiffens at your close proximity, but you’re too enraptured with what’s before you.

When people meet you, there are some words that easily come to mind: rambunctious, tomboyish, immature, incorrigible. However, you don’t see any hint of that in Kitagawa's depiction of you. You see exactly what he raved about earlier: vulnerability, innocence, and womanhood. How was he able to illustrate you in such a way so different from how most characterize you despite only formally meeting you today?

You also can’t imagine how striking the painting will be when finished. Will he use pop, bright colors to imply your teenage youth? Or will he use muted mature shades to highlight a sense of coming-of-age?

A stammered yelp of your last name draws you back into reality.

“Sorry, sorry! This is just so amazing!” you practically squeal while covering your mouth with your hands, “I can’t believe someone so talented is my age! Can I take a picture? Whoa, this is so cool!”

“I-I thank you for your kind words,” he avoids your gaze, finding the floor most intriguing, “You can take a picture. Please be sure not to post it anywhere should someone come across it and choose to plagiarize my work.”

“Got it!” you hum all happy, ego also inflated from being drawn so well and so beautifully.

Instead of answering, he fully turns his body away from you. You move to his side to find a faint dusting of pink across his nose and the top of his cheeks.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face is kind of red, and—.”

“I’m f-fine,” he clears his throat and shakes his head, all while still concentrating on the weathered floor, “I-I would greatly appreciate it if you can get dressed, though, so I can pay you for your services.”

You look down at yourself, suddenly remembering that you were indeed not wearing clothes, and feel your body heat up from embarrassment, the slightly-cold draft in the room be damned. Your face is as red as a tomato, and your ears are tipped in a similar shade. Squeaking out an apology, you hastily move to the pile of clothes on the chair and fumble through putting them on, too flustered to do so calmly.

Right as you slip on the last of your shoes, you snatch your phone out of your pocket to take a quick snapshot of Kitagawa’s drawing. Up from his stool but still with his back turned to you, he busies himself with something in the furthest corner.

With the press of a button, his sketch is saved on your phone. You observe it on the digital screen, but, even then, it doesn’t even compare to the actual artwork. Well, digital copies never amount to the original anyways.

Pinching in and out of the photo to pick out the finer details, Kitagawa approaches you with a thick, money envelope in his hand, “Here is one hundred and fifty thousand yen, as previously agreed upon. I once again thank you for being my model. You truly brought the perspective I needed for this painting. Don’t worry, I intend to bring this painting the beauty it wholly deserves.”

“Oh, thanks…” your heart skips a beat at his words, moved at his dedication.

With two hands and a slight bow, you accept the money from Kitagawa, who then moves to clean up his supplies. As you stare at it in your hand, unease settles in your stomach.

Was this really going to be the last time you saw him? You don’t share any classes with him. Hell, you never even knew the guy existed until yesterday!

You can’t place your finger on why, but you want to get to know him more. Was it because of his formal speaking mannerisms? His talent? His creativity? His pretty boy appearance (you most certainly didn’t forget that)?

Clutching the envelope tightly, you stride up to Kitagawa with a surge of unknown need, “H-hey!”

Great start.

He turns around from putting his pencils away with utmost confusion, “...Is something the matter?”

“W-well,” you gulp and spit out your first coherent thought, “I-I wouldn’t mind modeling for you again!”

“...Excuse me?” he looks even more confused, and you panic on how to explain yourself.

“Wh-what I mean is,” you clear your throat to stall for time, “I-I really want to see how you paint this and make sure it’s good! It is a painting of me after all, a-and I can be there as a real-life reference! I can even model again, i-if that’s what you need!”

Stupid, of course it’s going to be good. He already drew you perfectly. Actually painting it shouldn’t prove a problem, especially since he’s taught by Madarame, who you found out last night is actually a super famous artist.

Still, despite your floundering attempts, he appears to strongly consider this proposition, “It would be extremely beneficial if I had my subject with me as I painted… However, I wouldn’t be able to pay you again. Unfortunately, I’m a little low on funds this month.”

“That’s fine!”

“Then, it’s a deal,” he takes out his own phone from his pocket, “Let’s exchange contact information, so I can message you when I begin the painting process. It will most likely be in the next day or so, so please keep your schedule open.”

You mentally do a fist pump, “All righty, do you have LINE or something? I have social media too, if that’s better.”

“I must confess I am not all that interested in what the online world has to offer,” he pulls out his phone from his back pocket, “I also don’t have any messaging apps outside of the one already on your phone, so your phone number would be best.”

Nodding, you exchange phones and open his contacts. You’re astonished at the names that flood his screen. Arita Takemi, Mihara Kurumi, Natsuhiko Nakanohara—wow, both his names start with “N!” That’s kind of cool—, Yoshihisa Haru… The list goes on and on! How does he know this many people? Or keep up with them? You don’t even think you have this many classmates!

Choosing not to ask him about it, you put in your number as a new contact. With the addition of your name, you raise his phone in the air to take a selfie of yourself (with a peace sign, obviously). Handing it back, you take your phone to find his contact only with his full name and phone number.

Well, you didn’t really expect much more than that from him.

“Hmm, it appears the rain has yet to stop,” he checks the time on his phone, “and it’s quite late. My sincere apologies for keeping you here for so long. I would walk you to the station myself, but I need to prepare for Sensei’s return.”

Surely it can’t be that late; you got here around noontime. Checking your phone as well, you quirk a brow at his definition of late.

You jam your phone back into your back pocket, “Um, it’s only a little past 5:30, Kitagawa. I’ll be okay on my own, but I appreciate the thought.”

He doesn’t look convinced and leaves the room, “At least let me get you an umbrella. I won’t be long.”

True to his word, he comes back as quickly as he left with an umbrella too big for only one person.

“Oh, thanks!” you blink at it in your hands, surprised at his offer, before back at him, “Well, I’ll be on my way now, but I’ll return it next time I see you!”

“Farewell,” he waves you off, and you do the same.

Leaving the room and out the front door, you notice how the rain isn’t coming down as hard as before. In fact, it’s such a light drizzle, using an umbrella would be superfluous. Still, you open it up before walking out from underneath the extremely narrow veranda.

Kitagawa Yusuke.

He’s so strange and perhaps a little blunt.

But he’s also far more polite than the rest of your male peers.

You put a little more pep in your step and smile with anticipation for the next time you see him, hopefully sooner rather than later.

ENDING NOTE: i present to you a project months in the making with a huge hiatus in between completion! i thought this would be ready to release to the world a month ago but. i was wrong LOL!

so, for a little context, i have always wanted to play persona 5 ever since it came out six years ago. however, i never got a ps4. THEN! p5royal got announced for switch and other devices, and i pre-ordered it almost immediately. now, it hasn’t been long since it came out, but i just finished up makoto’s palace.

playing this game also reignited my love and worship for the man that is yusuke kitagawa. the amount of screenshots and videos i took during his arc is embarrassing. then, i read a yusuke x reader oneshot at like 2 am (it’s on ao3 titled “Emperor” by deareststars! so good, the friends to lovers in me enjoyed it so much!). i sat up from my bed with such urgency at the lightning strike of inspiration and starting writing this.

this wasn’t written all in one sitting; this took about...3 months, and, with college apps, my progress was quite stifled! i originally wanted to do this sunshine, tomboyish, easygoing reader with a begrudging, “i need you to do my painting (for madarame)” yusuke. so, yes, an enemies to lovers. however, i don’t think it was that enemies. i think it was quite normal LOL. there isn’t a lot of romance in this either. i was rlly struggling on what to tag this because there isn’t romance; this is just like. the start of it all! miniseries? no…probably not LOL. right before i was going to post this, i realized i forgot to include the posing scene. my original thought was for yusuke to actually move your legs to how he desired, but i was like reader wouldn’t like that, and yusuke wouldn’t do it if reader expressed discomfort (and she did so). so. you got that teehee.

tl;dr: this was self-indulgent 101%.

#kitagawa yusuke #kitagawa yusuke x reader #yusuke x reader #yusuke fluff #yusuke oneshot #persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #《angel writes》#《med shot》

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mackeydoodledoo · 2 years

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Burning Sun: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Mutual Awkward Pining, Swearing, Past-Trauma

Chapter Theme: Uh Oh - Junior Doctor

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Messages

A/n: This is kinda based on a couple of dreams I had involving Rosalie, decided to mash them together.

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You were 14... You sat among your small circle of friends when you see her walk into the cafeteria...

"I wouldn't try," One of your friends catches you staring at the blonde walking into the room

"That's Rosalie Hale," Another friend clarifies for you, "She's like... One of the most prettiest girls in school."

"She wouldn't notice you my guy," Your last friend discourages you, “She's way out of your league to be with you.”

“It’d be a miracle even if she was the one to notice you first,” Your first friend states

Oh, I'm going to get her to notice me...

You were walking into your final class of the day; Intro to Mechanics. You just gotten your notebook out of your backpack. You look up and notice the same blonde; the one who captivated you in the cafeteria, turn her head right in your direction.

Oh god I’m sharing a class with Rosalie...

You look over your shoulder to make sure Rosalie wasn’t just looking into your general direction and attempted to look at any other open seat; to no avail.

I thought she would have a flock of boys wanting to be her seat partner for this class...

You awkwardly take your seat right next to her, hoping her odd staring or fixation on you would subside. using your peripherals, you could see her fixation continuing.

Goddamnit...

All the while trying to keep yourself focused on the class subject, you would often check on a few-minute interval and see Rosalie catching glimpses of you.

“Y/n,” The teacher calls on you

Your head shoots up to meet his gaze.

“What do you need to do in order to fix this engine?” He asks

You slowly stand as you look over to Rosalie, her eyes upon you. That was enough. You come up to a taken apart engine; new and all...

“Oh, this is child’s play, all you need really is a wrench, some screwdrivers, sockets and a few different sizes...” You begin into your self-conversation after taking in the view of the car’s engine

You begin getting to work; all of the other students, including Rosalie, watch you putting the engine together like it was a pass time for you. However, before getting to the last quarter of it, the final bell rings.

“Mmmmm so close...” You sigh

If you were being honest with yourself, you were trying to catch glimpses of Rosalie too, hoping that she was impressed.

“Make sure you find a partner for this class,” The teacher announces, “They will be your partner for the entire school year, and possible future classes with me.”

You had finished wiping off your hands from the dirt and grime you’ve acquired during your whole pass time. Just as you turn to Rosalie to give her a proposition, you already see a flock of boys (and a few girls) surrounding her desk, nearly knocking you out of your own.

Knew it...

You whip out your earbuds as you plug them into your iPod; blasting whatever song you were listening to prior to entering the classroom.

*Rosalie’s POV* You were trying to politely decline every single person that had come to your desk space: hoping to ask the girl right next to you.

The way she immediately knew her cars... The way she even just simply worked on it too..

However, as soon as you looked over and through someone’s gap between their arm and their body; the girl was nowhere in sight.

*Y/n’s POV* It was a Friday night; post marching band rehearsal. You had a competition the next morning which you were not prepared for. You just wanted to sleep after the night’s practice.

“Need a ride?” A feminine voice asks

You look over and see a red car; a blonde in the driver’s side door.

“We just met and you’re offering me a ride home?” You ask

You stop underneath a street light and stop in your tracks once you got a better view of the person offering you a ride.

“Oh, you’re in my mechanics class...” You say, “What are you doing out here so late?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” She tells you, “Do you need a ride or not?”

“Fine,” You say, without a second thought

You hop into the passenger side seat as Rosalie steps onto the gas; startling you, making you grip all of your belongings.

“Scared much?” Rosalie chuckles

“Well, I’m gripping all of my things for dear life and I didn’t get the chance to buckle in,” You worriedly laugh

“Oh... Sorry,” Rosalie slows down the car

After getting the chance to buckle in, she slowly begins driving.

“Do you even know where I live?” You ask

“Nope,” Rosalie shrugs, “Just driving at this rate...”

“Well... I honestly don’t live that far from the school,” You chuckle awkwardly

You give Rosalie directions to your place, all the while getting to know a little bit about her on the way back.

“Hey, thanks for the ride back,” You say

“No worries,” She smiles

“Goodnight,” You say, beginning to turn your back to her

“Hey... Y/n,” Rosalie calls out to you

You didn’t even make it to the front door steps. But, you stop and turn around to face her.

“Yeah?” You call back

“Do you... Have a partner for Mechanics?” She asks

“No... Why?” You ask

“Would you... Be my partner?” She asks

“Sure... I’d like that a lot Rosalie,” You smile

“How do you know my name?” Rosalie asks, surprised

“being the most popular girl in the school? Hard name to miss,” You chuckle

+*+

You were in line for snacks; post competition. Exhausted. But, happy with your first performance.

“You did amazing,” a voice calls to you

You turn on your heel and there she was...

“Rosalie!″ You smile

You step out of line and run up to her to hug her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?!” You ask

“Wanted to surprise you,” She smiles back, “And I’ve never been to a... band competition before...”

“Really?” You ask

She nods.

“Well, there’s nothing really to it other than parents come to see their kids perform to get the highest score possible,” You explain, “Did you come here on your own?”

She nods again.

“You can hang around me if you want,” You smile

Once grabbing your snacks, you begin making your way back to the rest of the marching band on the opposite side of the football field. When you turn back to Rosalie, you see her beginning to fall behind.

“Come on Rosalie!” You call out to her, gesturing for her to follow you

“Are you sure?...” She looks over your shoulder

Decently dressed marching band members of different schools sitting in those particular stands.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” You attempt to reassure her, “You okay?”

Rosalie taps her foot as she tries to avoid eye contact with you.

Rosalie’s POV You attempt to continue hiding your panicked face. You already felt out of place enough.. However, you were pulled back into Y/n’s eye contact when you felt her grabbing your hand, feeling the back of her thumb rolling over the back of your hand.

“You’re with me,” She says, whilst not breaking eye contact with you, “You’re safe with me okay?.”

You don’t know what came over you, but you couldn’t even simply speak. You even forgot your name for a second before being pulled back into reality.

“Now, let’s go,” She smiles

She practically drags you back to the band with her, realizing she never let go of your hand.

Y/n’s POV You look up at your friends as they stare past your shoulder.

“Rosalie Hale?!” A friend asks her

“Y/n how did you manage to?!-” Another friend asks you

“She caught me walking home literally last night after practice, she drove me home,” You answer, “She may or may not be my partner in Mechanics.”

“WHAT?!” They all ask, “And you didn't tell US this?!”

“Didn’t think it was that necessary,” You chuckle, sitting down with them, “You all said that Rosalie wouldn’t notice me. Well, here she is.”

Rosalie hesitantly sits next to you as you all continue to converse amongst one another; Rosalie didn’t know how to put herself into the conversation.

“Rosalie, what'd you think of the show?” Your friend attempts to get a conversation out of her

“Oh! I thought it was... Pretty good,” Rosalie nearly hiccups

“Y/n really threw it out on Euphonium didn’t she?!” She adds

You punch your friend in the shoulder as they begin wincing in pain.

“No I didn’t! I screwed up right at the end of the solo,” You sigh

“But you played it off as if it never happened!” Rosalie points out

Your head shoots right down in front of her, looking at her perplexed.

“You were able to read all of that from where you were in the stands?” You ask, feeling the blood in your veins begin heating up

“OOOOOOOh Y/n’s blushing!” A friend makes fun of you

Again, you punch another one of your friend’s in the shoulder. Both wise in pain as they vigorously rub their shoulder to ease the pain.

“I am not!” You growl, “I’m just sweating...”

“Then hydrate you die-drating dumbass!” Your friend suggests

“I already went through two freaking bottles,” You sigh

“I just realized that you’re usually good in the heat,” She adds, “How are you still sweating?”

“It’s still summer dummy,” You sigh, “And these bibbers aren’t helping me...”

“I’m sorry- what are bibbers?” Rosalie asks

“Oh, They’re basically thick overalls that us marching band members wear,” You explain, “Better than a belt and pants; keeps it from falling down our legs as we march.”

“So... What do you wear underneath them?” She asks

“Sport shorts and a shirt. Well, sometimes people don’t wear any shirt under at all...” You explain

“Are... You... Wearing a shirt?” She asks, tucking hair behind her ear

“Too hot to wear one under this,” You chuckle, “Even when it gets colder, the jacket is basically woven wool, it’ll keep us members warm.

“Rosalie wants to see those muscles Y/n!” Your friend continues teasing you

You slowly turn your head towards them; slowly giving them a death glare. Their eye contact breaks from yours as they pretend to find interest in other things.

“Sorry about them,” You nervously chuckle

Rosalie smiles as she continues to watch the rest of the band competition amongst your people.

+*+

Like the usual, you were in the cafeteria with your small circle of friends.

“Hey would... Would it be okay if I sit with you guys?” A familiar voice asks

you lean back into your chair and tilt your head just a little further. You end up unintentionally stomach-butting Rosalie.

“Hey!” You immediately spring out of your seat, turning to face her, “Wouldn’t you wanna... Sit with-”

“Of course you can Rosalie!” Your friend interjects, pulling up a spare seat

Rosalie smiles as she takes the spare seat your friend had coincidentally set right next to you. You were about to seat yourself back into your own seat until your ass met the concrete floor.

“Sorry to ruin your game loser!” One of the football players laughs in your face

“Least she’s more coordinated than your dumbass!” One of your friends attempts to back talk to the football players

“What did you say to me??” He walks up to your friend, staring her down

“The marching band is always the ones that brings trophies home,” Your friend gives a smug smirk, “Only you, ‘Mr. Football is better than everything else’ brings is absolute shame...”

You watch as your friend gets her jaw punched. She clenches it as she falls onto the floor.

“Dude! You know that the coach will kick you off the team for this right?!” One of his friends, “We don’t mess with the school’s marching band!”

“You think I don’t know that already?!” He asks, “We-we can just cover this up right?!”

You were about to help your friend up until you hear what came out of his mouth. You weren’t sure what came over you but when you came back, you watched the football player that knocked your fiends’ jaw was on the ground, clutching at his groin.

+*+

Thew rest of the day was a blur to you as most of the day was you just explaining what happened... At least as much as you could piece together.

“That girl is a menace!” The football player you kicked in the groin tries to put all the blame on you

“Mr. Konvegh, I understand your frustration,” The Principal says, “But, you did assault someone of the marching band. You do know that is an unspoken rule of this school.”

“This is bogus!” He frustratingly sighs, “She should be the one to get kicked out of the marching band!”

Before he could go on, all of you hear a knock against the doorframe. All of you turn to see whom; Rosalie.

“Ms. Hale, can’t you see that we’re in the middle of a conversation?” The principal says

“I know but- I watched the entire thing happen,” She begins, “Y/n was standing up for her friend.”

“Come-Come on that’s a lie!” the football player attempts to lie

“He also wanted the whole thing covered up,” Rosalie continues

The room was full of silence from there.

“Mr. Kovegh, is this true?” He turns to the football player

“No!” He argues, “She’s lying!”

‘Then how come it’s all over social media now Kovegh?” His coach comes in, brushing past Rosalie, “You knew these rules and yet, you still went against it.”

“Come on coach, her shit of a friend was baiting me!” He tries to make up an excuse.

“No excuses Konvegh, You’re off the team,” Coach makes it final

“C-Coach!!” he begins following the football coach out of the office

“Seems like you got someone looking out for you and your friends Ms. Y/l/n,” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “She’s a keeper...”

The final school bell rings just as you were about to leave.

“Do you... Have practice right after school today?” Rosalie asks

“No,” You say, “Hang on, I wanna check on my friend real quick.”

Your friend was sent home early with a broken jaw; so her mom left work early to take her to the hospital.

Hey, how are you feeling?

Like shit... Luckily it wasn’t either of my wrists he broke...

Unlike you; a wind player, your friend was a percussionist.

You’re still able to come to the game Friday yeah?

I don't have a broken leg either dummy. The way you just walked right up to him and kicked him in the dick... Badass.

I legit blacked out until I heard Rosalie call me back...

Ooooh Rosalie is your savior now huh?

Shut up!

You look over and notice Rosalie practically rests her chin upon your shoulder. You look down at her as she just casually looks at you.

“Sooooo...” You awkwardly try to break the silence, “What was it that made you ask if I have band after school?”

“Was... Wondering if you wanted to grab food,” Rosalie suggests

You chuckle as you slowly turn to fully face Rosalie.

“Are you asking me on a date Rosie?” You ask

“Say yes and find out,” She flirts back

Heat ran to your cheeks as you see the smirk swipe across her face as she takes her hand into yours.

“Come on,” She smiles

On the way out and through the parking lot, you felt eyes on you. Some were of surprising looks, some of jealous looks... But you knew you could feel eyes on you.

“They can be jealous all they want,” Rosalie chuckles, opening the door to her convertible red car

You jump into the passenger seat without the need of opening there door but also chucked your school backpack into the backseat.

“What bout... Your family?” You ask, making the realization

“I told them to find another way home,” Rosalie simply says, pulling out of the parking lot

Just like the night she found you, she speeds off; your heart making somersaults.

“Get started on getting used to this,” She smiles, “Because I’m going to drive you everywhere.”

Chapter 2

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie twilight #twilight saga #female reader

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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the kissing booth

summary: mary sets you and frank up

pairing: frank adler x teacher!reader

word count: 941

warnings: meet cute, maybe a little awkward, let's not question why there's a kissing booth at a school fair, mary being her genius self, frank's pov

a/n: here is day 8 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt meeting each other at a kissing booth!! thanks to your local gifted fanatic @pellucid-constellations for telling me this is not, in fact, a pile of shit. enjoy <3

Mary was on a mission, apparently. She had been acting suspicious since they got out of the car, and Frank had a feeling she was plotting something. As she pulled him through the school fair without even stopping to say hello to her friends, he knew he was in trouble.

Especially when she stopped right in front of the one booth he would have avoided all night if not for her. The Kissing Booth.

She bounced on her toes, smiling up at him innocently as she dragged him into the line, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to peer through the crowd and get a glimpse of who was working.

His heart did a little stutter when he saw it was you standing behind the rickety wood. You were Mary’s 2nd grade teacher, new to the school, and Mary had not so subtly been trying to get Frank to ask you out since the start of the year.

It started with her bringing you up nearly every day, talking about how pretty and nice and clearly single you were, which Frank promptly ignored because he wasn’t about to be set up by an eight year old. Then she conveniently left the computer open to your staff profile on the school’s website. And when that still didn’t work, she printed out your picture and stuck it on his door, complete with red hearts drawn around your face.

So, yeah, Frank shouldn’t have been surprised that this is where her plotting ended up, and he should definitely have gotten out of line before he actually had to talk to you and fall right into Mary’s trap. But looking at you interacting with all the kids, giving them a peck on the cheek and watching with bright amusement as they ran away giggling, was mesmerizing.

Then suddenly he was right in front of you and it was too late to get out of the whole ordeal. And Mary looked absolutely pleased with herself from where she stood just off to the side of the booth.

“Hi, you must be Frank,” you said, sticking your hand out across the slab of wood for him to shake. “Mary has talked about you. A lot.”

You gave Mary a little side eye, and it was apparent that she was working on setting you all up from both ends.

“Likewise.” His legs wobbled at the feel of your hand in his, and he could smell the floral perfume you were wearing. Maybe Mary had a point.

There were a few awkward seconds where you both continued to stare at each other, still shaking hands, without saying a word. Frank didn’t know how long he could have looked into your eyes like that, but Mary not-so-subtly cleared her throat and you both jumped back just a hair, realizing what you were doing.

He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, content with just stuffing a few bills in the jar on the makeshift counter and taking Mary wherever she wanted to go next, but you wouldn’t let him walk away.

“At least let me give you a kiss on the cheek,” you insisted. “You paid for it after all.”

Was that flirting? Were you flirting with him right now? Mary was going to be riding this high until she graduated.

He sighed playfully. “I guess I can do that. Wouldn’t want you to lose your job.”

You giggled at that and his heart soared. He wasn’t willing to dissect the reason you caused him to act like he was back in grade school, so he turned his head, waiting for your soft lips to meet his cheek.

But as you leaned across the counter, barely an inch away from his skin, Mary called his name urgently. His head jerked in her direction and instead of a peck on the cheek, your lips collided with his.

Neither of you moved for a moment, shocked into stillness. He shouldn’t be doing this - not with Mary’s teacher, not at her school fair - but he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss the slightest bit. You relaxed into him, clearly reciprocating, before pulling away with a smile.

“Well now every customer is going to be expecting that.” You sounded a little dazed, and he definitely wasn’t any better.

“I’m hoping I’m special.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he could immediately feel the blush spread across his face. “I mean -”

“Trust me, no one else is going to be getting that kind of service.” Your smile was infectious and, even with his face still burning hot, Frank couldn’t help but return it.

All of a sudden he felt a tiny kick to the back of his leg, and turned to see one of Mary’s classmates standing behind him with a scowl on his face.

“Get a move on, buddy. We all wanna talk to Miss L/N.” And, okay, the line was getting pretty long. Frank held up his hands in apology, turning to tell you goodbye before he pulled Mary away.

When he faced you again, you had reached into your bag below the counter, grabbing a marker and his hand, and scrawled something into his skin.

“Maybe Mary has a point,” was all you said before waving him off, greeting the student with another dazzling smile.

“What did she write?” Mary asked. “I bet it was her number.”

Sure enough, there were 10 digits on the back of his hand, and when he turned to look at you again, you just gave him a wink.

Maybe Mary did have a point.

#frank adler #frank adler fic #frank adler x reader #frank x reader #gifted #gifted movie #chris evans #sweet summer blurbs #tiff writes #the kissing booth

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can i request a harua fluff (high school lovers) please? thank you so much💗

ofc!! thanks for requesting 🫶 my first harua fic omg

PAPER RINGS &TEAM Harua

written in second person pov, gender neutral reader, fluff, high school au, established relationship wc : 401 warning!! not proofread at all lol, pls let me know if there’s any more

another boring biology class, luckily, your boyfriend was your lab partner. somehow your teacher allowed this even when basically the whole school knew about your relationship, totally not because of your disgusting public displays of affection.

your head slowly drooping down with your eyes struggling to keep themselves open, you slowly dozed off, the chattering from your classmates and your teacher’s scolding slowly fading out, gradually going off to dreamland, until a certain someone shook you awake, drowsiness immediately disappearing as you jump in surprise.

“come on, y/n, stay awake. you’re gonna get scolded by mr seo if you fall asleep in his class, you know how he is,” of course, your sweet loving boyfriend, harua, is the culprit who woke you up from your beauty sleep.

you fighting for your life to stay awake, your efforts seemed to be no use as your head starts to droop again. fortunately, your hero was there to rescue you, again.

harua sneakily passing you a note and lightly tapping your shoulder, catching your attention and dragging you out of the gate to dreamland. the note read ‘if you don’t stay awake, i won’t let you come over to see my cat after school today’ the threatening message instantly woke you up, turning to look harua, he had a stern gaze, it’s like he was warning you with his eyes.

minutes passed but it felt more like hours, you haven’t managed to fall asleep, yet, under the watchful gaze of the angel beside you. suddenly, you felt a light tap on your arm, turning your head to face the one beside you at once.

“y/n, will you marry me?”

you almost bursted out laughing at your boyfriend’s poor attempt at his ‘proposal’, him holding an origami ring he made due to the boredom with a cat-like toothy grin on his face.

you chuckled at his adorable gesture, your hand moving closer to his so he could put the ring on your finger, you nodding enthusiastically.

“harua, are you really that bored?” “what else can i do other than entertaining my gorgeous lover?” his words made you blush a manical amount, red adorning your cheeks immediately as the culprit smiles charmingly at your state.

“harua! y/n! pay attention, you two lovebirds,” your teacher’s stern voice rang, him deeply regretting letting you two be lab partners, both of you snapping out of your trance at once.

fjsjfjsjdjadjajdj this request took like months so sorry 😭😭😭 finally had the motivation to write will be gradually writing all my other requested pls like and reblog 😘

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soccer-love · 2 years

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Forever you

Sam Mewis x fem reader

Y/N Pov.

“Okay, He’s just not that into you or My big feet greek weeding?” Sam asks as I exit the bathroom, I laugh as I see her.

She’s in her favorite grey Nike hoodie; her blanked pulled up to her chest, cuddled in.

“Sam-“ I say but she cuts me off.

“No we’re not watching Tomb Rider again, we watched this movie like a 100 times.”

“Sam.” I repeat and she finally stops scrolling through Netflix and looks up at me.

“I can’t watch a movie with you tonight, Kelley set up a Date with me, some friend of her that lives here.” I explain and see her jaw drop.

“I’m sorry.” I add but she shakes her head.

“No, go. You shouldn’t let them wait.” She says and I nod.

“Okay, see you later.” I say, grabbing my key, wallet, phone and a jacket.

This is the last Camp this year and it’s in Santa Barbara, Sam and I are roommates. Honestly I just love it, she is one of my favorites on the team (Even I would never say that out loud).

I see Kelley standing in the hotel lobby with some guy.

“Oh, this is Y/N, Y/N my old friend Brian.” She introduces me and he smiles at me politely.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” he says and I return his smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” I say, even I’m not sure if I really mean it.

“Great, have a nice evening you too now go.” Kelley interrupts almost kicking us out.

“Chill.” I say and follow Brian.

He leads me to his car and we drive to a fancy restaurant somewhere near the beach.

“So what position do you play in?” he asks after the waiter brought or drinks and took or orders.

“Midfielder, what do you do for living?” I ask back and he starts a whole speech about his work as a High School teacher and what excuses his students tell him why they couldn’t make their homework.

I nod and smile, try to laugh about some things but it just gets more boring, the food is great. And when he goes to pay at the waitress table I take a look at my phone, I missed a call from my mom and there’s a message from Kelley asking how it goes. But I only have eyes for the background, it’s a picture of Sam and me from last year. We had a Camp two weeks before Christmas and they decided it would be a funny idea to go around to hotel, caroling. Sam dressed up as reindeer and I as a elf, she carried me on her back around and it was honestly just hilarious.

I want her to be her instant of that boring teacher guy, Sam would be funny and make me laugh the whole time, while we play smash or pass with the other guest and share dessert like we always do.

Fuck I miss her right now.

“So Y/N, I really loved our dinner but should we take this date somewhere else?” Brian asks as we leave the restaurant.

“Uhm…I would love to but I have practice in the morning and it’s already late.” I lie, tomorrow is my day off, I just don’t want to “Take this date somewhere else” if you know what I mean.

“That’s okay, I’ll give you a ride back.” He says and gives me a smile as we walk back to his car.

Sam Pov.

I watch Y/N leave and wipe a tear away as she closes the door behind her, she looked so breathtaking, the dress/suit hugging all her curves perfectly.

I let out a sigh and turn the TV off, a couple of minutes later there’s a knock on the door and I practically run to open the door. Maybe it’s Y/N and she decided to stay.

“Hey, sis.” Kristie says as I open the door.

“Hi.” I say, trying to hide my disappointment.

“The team wants to make a movie night and I wanted to ask if you and Y/N are coming.” She explains and I shrug.

“Y/N isn’t here, she has a date.”

“Oh…Sam…I’m so sorry.” Kristie says and hugs me, I told her about my feelings for Y/N shortly after I realized it.

“Come on, you need to get your mind of her.” She says, taking my hand as she steps back.

“I don’t know.” I say but she cuts me off.

“I won’t take no as an answer, come.” She pulls me out of the room and down the hall, we stop at Alex and Kellys room, most of the girls are already there and I sit down next to Pino.

“Okay please anything but Love-Drama I can’t take the “Oh my god I love you but we can’t be together” movies right now.” Sonnett demands as she and Abby come in with snacks in their hands.

“Okay, any suggestions?” Alex asks, scrolling through Netflix.

“Tomb Rider.” I say, suddenly feeling the wish to watch Y/Ns favorite movie.

“Yeah but the new one.” Pino answers and somehow everyone is okay with the movie choice.

At the scene where Lara ends on the island after the boat sank, I miss Y/N usual comment about how hot Alicia Vikander looks. I pull my phone out of my pocket and the first things I see is her smile as my background picture. It’s from last Christmas, I’m dressed as a reindeer, Y/N is on my back dressed as a elf, she looks so beautiful in the green suit, laughing about something I’ve said, holding onto my shoulders. I can exactly remember the moment after, she leant down to kiss my nose and left a red lipstick mark there.

“Now you look like Rudolph.” She whispered and laughed at my face, sadly the person that took the photo already walked away so this moment only exist in our memory.

There I can still feel her lips against my skin, I can hear her laugh, I can smell her sweet sent, that’s where I can still feel her.

That’s what I’m missing in the last months, I feel like I can’t feel her anymore. We’re drifting apart and every time I try to hold her she’s slipping through my fingers, it’s like I would try to catch smoke with my bare hands.

I put my phone away and stand up.

“I’m gonna go back to my room, I’m really tired.” I excuse myself and they nod, only Kristie gives me a knowing look.

I lay down in my bed and look over at Y/Ns empty bed, there’s a stuffed animal sitting next to her pillow, another memory rushes through my mind.

“Come on, Sammy please. I can’t do it because of my hand.” Y/N begged, we we’re at the beach in Los Angeles and stooped at a sport store. Apparently if you could hold yourself on a pull-up bar for more than a minute you win something. Y/N broke her wrist a couple of weeks ago, she could still play soccer but wasn’t allowed to do anything with her hand.

After a couple of minutes I gave in and managed it to hold myself for three minutes, Y/N chooses a grey elephant. “He is a Salvador Dali elephant and his name is Samanther.” She said with a serious voice, I laughed about the fact that she named him after my nickname.

I get up and grab the elephant before laying back down, holding the animal close to my chest. “Why can’t you just want me?” I whisper to Y/N’s empty bed “Why can’t you be mine.”

Third Person Pov.

It’s almost 1 in the morning when Y/N enters the hotel again, Brian tried to kiss her as they arrived at the hotel earlier that night but she leant back, not wanting it at all.

Instate of going inside she decided to go for a walk, clearing her mind a bit and the cold night air helped her relaxing.

Sams bedside lamp is still on but the blond midfielder is asleep when Y/N comes in, she goes into the bathroom and chances into her pjs and brushing her teeth, when she goes back to her bed she notices the grey elephant is gone.

As she looks around she sees Sam is holding something close to her chest, just a grey ear looks out under her blanket, slowly trying not to wake her up Y/N kneels down in front of her.

She watches the sleeping woman for a while, admiring her, with her thumb she touches Sams cheek, feeling the soft and warm skin under her.

Out of a sudden, Sam opens her warm blue eyes, looking back at Y/N, there’s not a single word spoken, there’s no need to.

Slowly and as gentle as possible Sam cups Y/N check with her hand, leaning forward but still her eyes are looked with Y/N’s.

They lean closer and just when there about to feel each other’s lips, Y/N closes her eyes and Sam does the same. And without a single back thought or worry but finally they meet in a soft, loving kiss, sharing feelings they both hold back for so long, in attempting to not ruin their friendship.

When air becomes a problem they pull away, but there still close enough to feel each other’s breath against their skin.

“I love you and fuck I’ve loved you for so long, to long.” Sam whispers in the space between them, breaking the silence.

“Samantha I love you with everything that I am and I feel the love that I have for you even in the last tiny corner in my heart.” Y/N answers and somehow it’s obvious now, both of them realizing the sings they ignored for too long.

The moments they caught the other one staring, the times they feel asleep watching movies just to wake up cuddled close together, the team meetings where they always sat next to each other, or the late night talks they had.

Sam wraps her arms around the other woman and pulls her into bed next to her, holding her close to her chest, like the elephant before.

And for a long time, they just lay there, holding onto each other, feeling each other’s fast heartbeat.

“Why did you go out with him?” Sam suddenly asks, remembering why Y/N weren’t there when she fell asleep.

“It was Kelley’s idea, she wanted to get my mind onto something else, but it was really boring.” Y/N answers, turning onto her stomach, looking up at Sam.

“He is nothing compared to you. You are the only one I want, I want your loud, funny, charming and sometimes foolish everything. I want you.”

“You are everything I want too, everything and more.” Sam says, letting a tear falling down. She doesn’t care what happens outside this room, there’s nothing that could make her leave, not even if the world was ending right now, the only place she would want to be is here, safely wrapped in Y/N’s arms,

3 years later:

Y/N takes Sam’s hands in hers as she smiles at her.

“Samantha, I love you with everything that I am and I feel the love that I have for you even in the last tiny corner in my heart. You are my person, my favorite, my best friend and the love of my life. There wasn’t a single day in the last three years that I didn’t think of you. I love every little moment we shared together and I love that even when we lost both sets of our car keys that we still could laugh about it. And still after all this years of knowing each other we still have something to talk about every time we two are together, we never got bored of each other, I honestly just can’t get enough of you, you still make my heart jump when you smile at me and I still feel like my skin is on fire when you touch me. Love isn’t easy, it’s not perfect but loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done and to me you are perfect, in every way. I will be there for you, as your wife, your friend, your team mate, your soul mate. I love you and all I have left to say is that I’m gonna love you till the day I die. ” Y/N ends, watching a tear running down Sam’s face, but she isn’t the only one crying today.

“Y/N, my lover, my bestie, my everything. When we first meet, a part of me knew that you’re something special and that you will take a special place in my heart, but I never imagined that I would end up here, marrying the love of my life, the person that knows everything about me and never gets bored of my creasy ass, I never imagined that you’d be my forever. But now, I am so happy that I get to call you mine, for the rest of my life, I love you!”

It takes much for them not just to kiss now, instead they wipe there tears away.

“Y/N.” the weeding officant says making both of them look at him.

“Do you take Samantha June Mewis as your lawfully wedded wife, for better or for worse, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Y/N answers, sliding a ring onto Sam’s left ring finger.

“Samantha, do you take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N as your lawfully weeded wife, for better or for worse, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Sam answers, sliding a ring onto Y/N’s left ring finger.

“By these acts and according to the laws of the State of Massachusetts I hereby pronounce you wife and wife.”

There family’s and close friends cheer behind them as the couple leans in, kissing each other softly, letting each other feel there love.

“I love you.” Y/N whispers as they pull away.

“I love you too, Mrs Mewis.”

It was a small weeding, only close friends and family, many people would think it wasn’t a perfect day to get married, it was a cold rainy December day in Boston, but for Sam and Y/N it was perfect. Not just because it was exactly two years, two months and two days after their first kiss, it was perfect because they had each other and that was enough.

They love each other and that’s enough for them.

That’s everything they ever need.

And everything they could care about in the moment they shared their first kiss as a married couple.

#sam mewis #sam mewis x reader #kristie mewis #uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #wlw #lgbtq+#imagine #soccer #womans soccer

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