#oh no he cant hear us hes got earphones in

[beaulesbian]

Trigun (1998) || episode 4

“Make that 5 hostages.”

bonus 1, whatever this is:

bonus 2, meeting friends:

#cant believe hes literally the #oh no he cant hear us hes got earphones in #and the cat with knives at face memes #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun 1998 #iconic honestly #mine #gif:trigun #long post #sorry its just such a funny scene #trigunedit

[denjivhs]

match-up for @thecurrator

Your match from Blue Lock is . . Nagi Seishiro!

❂ i think you and nagi would make such a cute couple. very "dating me is like peeing your pants. everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth."

❂ how did you meet?

you both happened to be at the dentist on the same day. nagi certainly didn't want to be there but he had an aching tooth and reo would simply not leave him alone about it. ("we have a match next week! you cant let this pain distract you!!" blah blah blah.)

he had been so close to dozing off there when his lanky ass caught sight of one of his favorite artists playing on the phone of the person sitting beside him.

"pathetic."

"sorry?"

"i love his songs."

"oh!-"

nagi rarely ever initiated conversations, or rather, rarely ever put in the effort to do anything, but meeting someone who listened to same sort of music as him irl somehow sparked a hint of enthusiasm in him. he chatted with you quite amicably while you two waited for your turns, mostly about music, then some random talk here and there. you ended up finding out that you live in the same neighborhood.

nagi would not be bothered by your rbf at all (unbothered nonchalant king, you will never catch him being chalant) so breaking the initial ice will not be an issue for him. i imagine you'd develop a friendship by bonding over similar interests and likes, especially in music, anime and movies. also congratulations, you have acquired a new friend— reo mikage! (they come as a package deal, you do not have a way out)

casual hangouts around the neighborhood and in each other's rooms, late night walks to go grab some ice cream while sharing earphones, lazing around in the sun during winters and such activities would be a frequent.

nagi hates earphones, but for you, he never opposed using them, just so that he could listen to music with you.

it would kind of be a slowburn for you guys since it'd take the poor guy forever to figure out that feeling all warm and tingly and zoning out while daydreaming about you was not platonic. hell, if it hadn't been for reo helping him, it would've taken even longer.

❂ nagi would primarily express his affection for you through small gestures. he may seem like a complete airhead but when he wants to, he can be extremely perceptive. way before he had even figured out that he was whipped for you, he had started noticing little details about you. your quirks, your habits, what you like, dislike, what caused that heartstoppingly beautiful, warm smile of yours to bloom— everything.

he never considered himself to be a 'possessive' person or whatever, but the first time he accidentally made you blush? dear god he wanted to just hold you tight and hide you away from everyone else because that unbelievably adorable sight should only be reserved for his eyes.

he's also pretty blunt in general, so he'd tell you whatever he's thinking, including all the out of pocket, shockingly romantic things you'd never expect to hear from someone like him. what can one say though, you've got him good.

❂ miscellaneous: he loves to nap while resting on you. he does it especially when youre crocheting or something. will make up an excuse like "oh let me help you, ill keep the wool disentangled-" pure bs, he is going to fall asleep on your lap in 0.2 seconds.

also, he addresses your plushies in a most proper manner and treats them like your children. also i think has a really imaginative thinking, so he'd definitely join you whenever you'd analyse and break something down with inputs of his own. would be interested in hearing your perspective on the most random things.

❂ songs that would give off your dynamic's vibes: dirty dancer by orion sun, pretty boy by the neighborhood, stop the world i wanna get off with you by arctic monkeys, some by steve lacy.

Your match from JJK is . . . Gojo Satoru!

❂ another white-haired character . . 🤭 i know they're both kinda really different but hear me out!!

❂ how did you meet?

au where you start working part-time at this really cute bakery. you usually helped with serving and some other tasks, but one day your colleague happened to fall sick, so you filled in for her at the counter.

and who would walk in but gojo satoru and his hopeless sweet tooth ass.

ever the flirt, he'd definitely try to rizz you up with his natural charm and smooth comments. would ask you what your personal favorite item from the menu is and buy two of them to give you one no matter how much you'd politely deny. def would say something like "cute cupcake for a cute girl."

since the cafe was on his way back home, you found out that he was a regular.

over time a sense of familiarity was established between you two (it was mostly him being an absolute little shit because.. i mean, it's gojo. cmon.) and although he'd never give you a straight answer, he definitely started trying to come to the cafe when he was likelier to run into you.

he'd sometimes catch you daydreaming and make a point to tease you however he could, whether it be over this or your cute judgemental cat bag.

one day mr-gojo-canonically-lightweight-satoru was on his way back home, still rather tipsy from a little get-together he'd gone to that evening when he decided to stop by the cafe, and it just so happened that you were working late that day. oh, the way his eyes absolutely lit up from under his signature shades was beyond endearing.

he couldnt stop rambling about how cute and sweet you are, especially with that 'resting grumpy cat face' and whatnot. even got a little bold and leaned forward to cup your face in his hands in the middle of his adorable drunken rant. infact, if you'd let him, he'd kiss you all over your face and bite your cheeks because he was convinced you'd be sweeter than his favorite mochi.

in all honesty, he had never expected himself to ever feel this way about someone, but meeting you changed everything, and he was gonna go all in because yolo.

❂ miscellaneous: im Sorry but youve just gotten yourself a lifetime subscription to Loud and Annoying! bro is loud. bro is a yapper. bro is sometimes way too tactless and blunt.

but!! bro will make you feel loved and cherished in his own way.

whenever he fucked up, he usually bought you your favorite snacks as an indirect apology. he definitely struggles with being able to say sorry, so you're going to have to be patient with him. it'll take you some time to figure him out, but hey, you got yourself your very own case study, have fun studying him lol.

❂ once he found out that you have a sweet tooth as well, he took you to all the cutest cafes and bakeries around. also tried to bake with you but literally couldn't stop eating the frosting, the batter, even the sugar???? you probably had to beat him up to get him to stop.

satoru would send you videos of black and orange cats together saying 'us.' would also come up with obnoxious nicknames, you're just gonna have to cope with that.

❂ songs that give off your dynamic's vibes: sweet/i thought you wanted to dance by tyler the creator, right here by chase atlantic, redbone by childish gambino, meet me in the pale moonlight by lana del rey, killshot by magdalena bay

#so sorry for the delay :( #hope this is to your liking!! #jujutsu kaisen match up #blue lock match up #matchup exchange

[yourstruly-caycay]

About the Thor x fem! Reader " cant help falling in love with you" , the story is very cuteee, its really a great idea!!!😍😍🥰🥰💓💓

I wonder if you can make Poseidon sing " no matter where you are" by us the duo, ahhh my heart gonna explode!!😚

(Psst, the song is very good hehe~)

Stand by You

Poseidon x reader

“Marry me.” 

Out of nowhere, your boyfriend, Poseidon, just propose you with a deadpan expression. 

To be honest, you actually doesn’t know what to say. No present, no such thing as a date, and not even a romantic affection?? 

All you can think about is “Can’t you be a bit more romantic?”

Well, this is more awkward than both of you thought. You don’t even know if you want to laugh it off or criticize Poseidon for not being romantic. (never mind, you wouldn’t dare doing that)

Poseidon sigh in frustration as he just pull out the box of ring inside of it, put it on your hand, and leave.

“Wait, what was that all about, Poseidon?”

He didn’t answer your question, leaving you alone. You exhale, you’re used to his robotic face, but wishing that he might be a bit more romantic to you. 

Oh well, at least you grateful that he give you the ring — you kiss the ring as an answer to Poseidon’s question and smile.

Without you realizing, when Poseidon leave you, he have a blush on his face — he was sure that’s a right way to propose someone, right? He just need to tell you and you would accept it, but no, you stand there in confusion. 

“Idiot.” He mutter.

...

Ever since the proposed, something feels wrong with your soon-to-be-husband. 

Poseidon has been quiet, I mean, he is an incredibly quiet person and you’re okay with it. But this one is a whole different one: you rarely see him even though he’s in a castle, he’s been either avoiding your eye contact or simply ignore your question as if he’s been spacing out every time you eat together, and even has been feel embarrass every time he look at you(?)

You have ask several servants, yet no one knows either. Yep, none even dare to ask Poseidon of his sudden behavior. Your presence always attract Poseidon, but now he’s been avoiding you as if he’s hiding something. 

Curious with this, you’ve been searching for him around the castle, but no luck. The castle is just too huge, you might as well accidentally go to the same place.

it’s evening, and you still hasn’t found him yet, you begin to feel tired and frustrate, body feel all worn out and stumble on bed. 

“Is he even here?” You sigh, eyes closing shut to rest, in the end, you’re just gonna wait for him to come later.

Later at night, you wake up to Poseidon beside you standing. “Poseidon, where have you been?”

“Work.” He lied, actually he’s been doing something to cover up the propose.

“Oh, then let’s have a rest.” 

“I want you to stand up.”  He demand, you don’t know why but you do what he say. 

“Okay, and?”

He suddenly pull you to the wide area of the bedroom, putting an earphones on you and him. "Play the song and put it in your pocket."

You slowly begin to understand on what he's gonna do, you do it and he hold your waist to pull you closer to him.

As the song played, you and him begin a slow dance. 

“I will stand by you.”

You suddenly recognize the song, “Wait, this is the wedding version of the song.” You thought, although you try to hold your laugh at Poseidon for muttering the lyric... unless you want a glare from him.

“Even when we fall.”

His voice is low, feels like a whisper. Following the lyric, you join him on singing too. 

“I will be the rock that hold you up.”

You sing, loud enough for him to hear. The calmness and silent in the room filled in with your voice, his eyes that once look down at the floor ever since you guys dance, now gaze at yours.

“And lifts you high so you stand tall.”

Both of you sing it as you can finally hear his voice a bit clear, it’s surprising enough that he can dance — well, in the bedroom where no one see them — no one should see this except you.

“I won't let you go, no one can take your place...”

As both of you continue to sing, his voice slowly getting clear to hear. Not loud, but enough to be heard by you. Your heart beat getting faster, and blush on your face is clear to be seen, his voice is just beautiful — smooth and elegant if you describe his voice. 

You’re definitely not ready for this side of Poseidon, is like he’s a whole different person. But you also love this side of him, got to make sure you remember this day.

“And I won't let you fall I won't let you go No matter where you are No matter where you are, I'll be there.”

Poseidon touch your forehead with his, he didn’t sing the song anymore, instead letting out a whisper “I’m sorry for that.”

“That’s ok, dear.” You giggle, remembering where he propose you, you want to laugh at the thought of Poseidon looking confident behind his deadpan expression because he thought is a right way to propose someone.

The whole night, the two of you just do a slow dance, wearing an earphones so no one could hear the song — the night you’ll never remove from your mind.

The End~

Author’s note: My heart goes doki doki from this scenario >///< 

By the way, I want to make a small announcement that I’m afraid this will the last time I post daily. Don’t get it wrong! I still post, but from now on, I only post at weekend because my school have start and I’m gonna be super busy. And so, I’ll see y’all again on weekend.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #poseidon record of ragnarok #poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie

[lifeisaboutbeeltits]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ SOFT SCENARIO AT MIDNIGHT PART 3

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

✎ ALL CHARA BELONG TO: OBEY ME! ONE MASTER TO RULE THEM ALL

✎ Diavolo x ReaderAsMC, Barbatos x ReaderAsMC, Solomon x ReaderAsMC, Luke and ReaderAsMC

♫ Use your earphone to get the best quality while reading ♫

✄----------------------------------------------------

Diavolo:

"MC, My beloved queen, please. For my sake-" "Diavolo, My precious king, no. Just spare me with this task for a minute for MY sake" Same dialogue for 25th time this night. You try to focus on a task but Dia keep be clingy on your side. The crown prince itself say that he wont sleep if his queen no hug him in bed. Beside his childish side, you know you busy lately, and you feel guilty about it. So you try to comfort him now "Okay, okay. I will hug you and go back to task later" "Why dont you sleep with me too?" "I cant, Dia. I have much things to do. Okay?". Diavolo look sad, but he still hug you thightly and take you to the bed. He rub his head in your arms. You giggling, its tickle. "MC, this is bad." "What's wrong?" "I cant sleep with thought about you will go whenever I close my eyes" "Oh my, Dia its okay im still here, look" "Oh yeah. You are here. But you will leave later...." Dia puppy eyes really have no mercy. "Okay... I will make sure I leave after make sure Im comming to play with you in your dream. How about it?" "Not bad.... Okay." So Dia close his eyes. He looks like a little kids. He mummbling ".....MC, we will play.... So the rule.... If you lose you kiss me...." Pft, you wonder what is you both do in Dia's dream? "MC, you lose. Kiss me...." Since Dia is sleeping, there is no harm if you try kissing him right? You thought so, then you kiss him. And regret it. Cause... Dia wake up. "Uh..... MC? Why did you kiss me?" "Uhmmmm its..." "OH RIGHT! I forgot about good night kiss!" You confused, but lying now maybe will safe your embrassing thought. "Yeah...." "Thank you for reminding me, MC! Here is my turn" Dia return your kiss and he smiling so brightly before back to sleep in your arms. Your face now as hot as tomato, you busy to think about Diavolo for the rest of the night.... Poor that undone task....

Barbatos:

"Barb....! C'mooon sleep with meeeeeeee" You hugging Barbatos's waist, trying to make him fall to the bed with you. "MC, my apologize. But I have some duty to do" Barbatos patting your head, trying to calm you down. "I need to prepare my new tea recipe ingredient for my Lord first, and after that I still need to do some chores, and-" You refuse to hear any of Barbatos's to-do list anymore. All you need is just sleep on comfy bed together with your beloved lover. Why dont he skip some of actually-not-so-important-routine and cuddle with you? But you have no other choice, you lay down on bed and try to sleep. You could sleep for some hour but ended to wake up midnight. And all you see is nothing but yourself in Barbatos's room. You sigh hopelessly, Barbatos dont come back yet. But someone slowly come to the room. It's Barbatos! "Oh, Im glad you are not sleeping yet, MC. Here" Barbatos give you a tea. Its smell so good. Even though you just got angry at him, this tea make you feel more relaxed. "MC, my deepest apologize for my incompetent to keep you company. I would like to just laying on the bed and sleep with you but I cant make even few minute to cuddling with you" Barbatos apologizing with such a sad face, he hold your hand and thats make you feel warmer. "Its okay, Barbatos. How about we get some tea time this night? You can to pay your absent for our quality time with this" Barbatos smiling calmly. He look into your eyes with soft, full of affection. "Thank you for your kindness, dear. Let me pour your tea again" The sweet smell of tea accompanies you both to sleep.

Simeon:

"How about the story ended with happy ending instead?" "No, maybe we should close it with open ending, I need the second season later...." Simeon, sitting with you in his room at beautiful evening, discussing new books. You both discussing all day for the ending. Simeon try to thinking about best ending, and you try to think about any idea. "Oh, I just have to make it like this then..." Simeon murmuring to himself and writing something in paper. Sometimes he furrowed his brows, and sometimes he pause to think about the sentences. He looks so handsome so you cant help to start rubbing his head. Simeon giggling, he try to rub you back but you both ended up fell from the chair. "Are you okay, MC?" "Im fine. It's okay, Im not hurt. How about you?" "Im okay, here let me help you" Simeon offering his hand. You reach it, but suddenly he grab your waist and carry you to his bed. "Simeon! Im okay, I can walk by myself!" "No, its my fault that you fell off, let me help you" He lay you down on the bed and try to checking on you. After he is sure that you are fine, he sighing. "Okay, now Im sure that you are not hurt. But please stay here until I finish my story, okay?" Simeon smile brightly, stand up and going to the tables again, but you dont want to stay here alone, so you try to tugging at his shirt. "Dont leave me, Simeon.... Please stay here, could you...?" So Simeon decide to finish the story in the bed, with some paper and pen. You snuggling at him and lay your head in the "Best Pillow at Simeon's Bed" a.k.a his lap. Simeon blushing hardly, try to focus at his paper, he hides his blushing mess behind his paper. Soon, when he finish his story, he look at your sleeping face in his lap. He rub your cheeks carefully, and blushing again 'cause you looks so cute. But when he looks at the window, its midnight already. Simeon shocked, he lay your head in the bed and start to find Solomon. "Solomon! Why dont you tell me its night already? Me and MC miss the dinner!" " Oh, I thought you busy on work 'cause you doesn't respond when I try to call you and MC. Sorry" Simeon sighing again. "Next time, at least come to me when we will have dinner. So we both dont have to starving..." Solomon smirking, he winking mischievously "Oh, dont be mad... Next time if you both dont busy lovey-dovey, I will try to come then. Now, now, dont try to deny it. I know MC is sleeping on your lap, Simeon. I can see your blush, dont forget to close the door rightfully later."

Solomon:

You sighing desperately behind a mountain of homework. Exam week is surely a week of suffer in Devildom. Even you cant have a time to just playing a bit. The boring demonic feel come all around you when the clock hits 11 pm. This mountain wont end quickly. Suddenly, there is a origami bunny, appear from your book. "Peek-a-boo!" They said. They flapping their ears and thats so cute. "Awww, where is this come from?" You rubbing their head. "MC, it's me. Solomon the sorcerer that can trick your heart until they melts!" You chuckling, Solomon in bunny form is just unexpected. "You are so busy today, but I wont come to disturb you tho." "This isn't counted as disturb for you?" The bunny use their tiny hand to act like they are thinking, their feet tapping the ground. "No, making you smile is not a disturb, now isn't it?" The bunny turn into an eagle. They flying and rubbing your head. " Good girl is suppose to sleep right now, dont you think?" You shake your head "Too much to do now" The eagle landed down again and changed form. "Good girl that stay up late will be haunted by monster under the bed, RAAAWWR" The eagle change as a tiger, roaring with such a mini body. "Pfft, Im not a kid, Solomon." "I will sing you a lullaby, how about that?" The tiger transform into a baby near and start to singing. "Thanks for your work, but sorry it wont work for me" "But if you wont sleep, I wont have a reason to give you good night kiss, MC" The bear hand changed to be a smooth human skin, with a blue and brown gradient eyes that look intensly at you. Solomon sitting in your table look closely to your eyes with a worried expression. "Go to sleep MC, here, I you wont, Im gonna give you a ki-" " Okay! I will, I wil! Stop teasing me!" You such a blushing mess now, you wont let him tease you more with this face! But eventually, Solomon catch your waist and lay you down on bed, kissing you quicly. "At least let me finish my personal reason to come here" Then he disappering, just like how a prince going somewhere after he kiss his lover in novel.

Luke:

Today, you decide to stay in Purgatory Hall, Luke invite you to come, without telling his reason. He looks so happy when he says "Its a secret!". And when the clock hit midnight, when you just sleeping peacefully, "C'mooon MC, wake up! Wake up!" Luke shake your body, try to wake you up. "Luke, its 11 pm. Go to sleep, could you?" "NOOOOO I CANT!!" "Why?" Luke start to crying "Because.. 'cause I just messed up the kitchen!" "Eh?! What did you do tho?" "Im just trying to make a suprise for Simeon, since he teach me to do this complex pie recipe. I want to give the best result for him first as my way to thank him.... And.... And.... HUAAAA" Luke crying more louder now. "Its okay, Luke. Im here, okay? I will help you to make the pie" Luke' s puppy eyes find his light again, he hug you tightly. "Thanks thanks thanks, MC! You're such a sweetheart!" You hold Luke hand and going to the kitchen. The kitchen itself is not as mess as you thought, compared to what Mammon or Solomon can do to a poor kitchen, this is not a big trouble. After finish cleaning some stuff, you both start to make the pie. Luke poking the dough and put them on your cheeks. "Luke!" He giggling happily and you chase after him "KYAAAAA! No! Dont put them on my cheeks....!" You win with total 7 line in Luke cheeks. Luke just make 5 line in you cheeks. Now you put the pie on the microwave, and sighing, tired to running around the kitchen playing with that cute chihuahua. "UWAAAAH, THE PIE IS SUCCEED!" He jumping cheerfully. "HOOOOAM...." Luke yawning, his eyes now blinking heavily. He is so cute when he calmly laying his head on your lap. You are going to carry him back to his room before you see Simeon. "Oh, MC... And Luke? What did you both doing here?" Suddenly, Luke wake up and smiling "We make a pie for you! MC help me with this!" Simeon took a piece of the pie "This pie is delicious! The pie is soft, but still has a texture that keeps the jam inside. It's hard to make but you guys did it! Thanks for the pie!" Luke smiling so brightly "You are welcome, Simeon!" "But Luke..... Dont you think this is suppose to be a suprise?" "Yes, but I ended up ruin the suprise to you.... Its suppose to be a suprise for you both, but its not like I regret it tho... Im glad that my suprise turn into something that my more fun! Hehehe......" Say Luke before he close his eyes again. You smiling to him, "Pfft, good night Luke" You said while you carry him to his room with Simeon

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Last part of Obey Me! Midnight scenario. Next is for Obey Me! Xmas gift. They all will be posted on 25th December later. Hope y'all wait for it! (And if you have any request, you can DM me!) Enjoy your day, everyone!

MORE PART:

Part 1 (Big brothers)

Part 2 (Little brothers)

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[smallstoriesiwrite]

Second Choice?  Tenya x Reader Angst

warning: angst, fighting and mention of panic attacks and maybe some screaming and emotionally drained/shutting down reader

when Tenya puts everyone before his Girlfriend will his girlfriend break or continue being the second choice like always.

“I’m so sorry love I can’t make it Shoto needs help training ”

“Please forgive me dove I cant today Deku needs my help last minute”

“my love I cant today momo needs help”

these were the texts I was receiving every time I was trying to spend time with tenya and cancel our date last minute for anyone who needed help. I hope today’s date doesn’t go interpreted.

while walking to class while listening to music I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and see Tenya smiling face.

“Hey babes what up?” I say

“well, y/n I was just hoping to spend a bit of time with you before class starts. I saw that you walk by the lounge and were heading straight here. so I was hoping that I can join you-”

“For sure love, we can chill inside the classroom before anyone gets here-” I replied

“Great I will get Midoria, todoroki, and Uraraka and we can all spend time together,” Tenya says

“oh, I thought it would be just us you know we never get any time to ourselves,” I say

“We have our date tonight my dove it will be just us!” tenya says while bending to kiss down to kiss the crown of my head

“mhm” I hummed and saw him walk off to get his friends

I walk into class and decided to sit in my seat and shuffle my playlist and lay my head down on my desk.

I hear the talking of the Deku squad walking in and sitting down next to me. I decided to ignore them and just zone into my music and overthink the situation.

why would he bring them I thought it would just be us?

does he just avoid spending time alone now?

more than 6 months together and we have not had a single time alone for a month now.

do I keep count of the many times he has missed our dates over the fact that he was helping his friends?

before my head can go any deeper in thought I felt someone tap my shoulder and I look up and see it was Shoji.

I smiled and took off my earphones

“what’s up, Shoji?!”

“I just wanted to tell you that class is about to start. didn’t want you missing the notes now,” he says softly

smiling I said “thanks shoji!”

he smiled and walk to his seat while I look at Iida and his friends talk away a storm.

I sighed and got my notes out for class.

right before Mister Aizawa walked in I hear Tenya say

“here I know you get cold during class and I saw that you forgot your jacket.”

I turned to see him expanding his zip-up jacket

smiling i took it and put it on and right before saying thank you mister Aizawa walked in and class started

[time skip brought to you by Falling in love with Technoblade playlist and Law and order playing in the background]

all during class, all I could think about the times tenya bailed on our dates that were even limited due to the fact we both had hero training.

“Alright class dismissed,” Aizawa says

the class lingers behind slowly packing their stuff when Tenya walks up to my desk.

“ready for tonight Ten?” I say while packing up

“definitely we will have an amazing time,” he says while looking happy

before I can finish packing I hear Deku walk up frantically to Iida saying

“Iida I’m so sorry to do this last minute but please help me study tonight for tomorrow’s exam it totally slips my mind.”

I finally pack my stuff completely when I hear Tenya say

“Of Course Deku, I’ll help you! let’s meet up in a bit and we can study all tonight-”

I whipped my head and said

“what? we have plans Tenya remeber?”

“I know my dear and I’m so-”

“oh I didn’t know you had plans IIda I can go ask Shoto-” Deku said

“no it’s fine Midorya I can help you,” tenya said while looking at him

“no say no Tenya. I have waited for us to spend time together its not our fault he can’t remember that we had a test tomorrow!” I say angrily

the whole class was listening to this at this rate.

“y/n understand he needs help and as the class rep-”

‘OH please don’t start with the class rep things. we are out of school hours whatever Midorya or anyone else forgot to do it’s on them not our time.” I say loudly

“well you need to understand that he needs help and I will give it to him!” tenya argued back while slightly raising his voice

“in the time we have had to reschedule more than 5 times in the span of 4 days because you were running to Aid someones small inconvenience you left with just a text making me look stupid waiting for you in the lounge or even at the small cafe!” I say louder and getting closer to him

“y/n they are my classmates can’t you just wait! we can reschedule for another day,” tenya says

laughing I look at him with anger in my eyes

“We always reschedule because mister’s perfect class rep has to go help his friends before his own girlfriend! I’m just a second option to you Iida!” I say loudly

“you are not my second” tenya says while getting closer

“sure as hell I am! Midorya needs help you run! shoto needs help you run! momo or uraraka needs help you run! as well with everyone who needs help! “I say hysterically

“BUT GOD FORBID I HAVE A PANIC ATTACK! YOU WILL NEVER ANSWER MY CALLS NOR COME TO ME BECAUSE MAYBE YOUR CLASSMATE NEEDS HELP WITH HOMEWORK!” I say while screaming and with tears in my eyes

everyone was shocked with me screaming

I took a deep breath and slowly dried my tears and shut off my emotions like I used to.

I handed Tenya his jacket and grabbed my backpack and started to walk to the door. right before leaving with my hand on the door, I say

“I refuse to let this class see me more emotionally fucked up. I’m so done being your second choice, I’m going to walk out this door and count to 10. If I get to 10 and you’re not out there. I’m leaving. and we’re over.” I say numbly and look back at him

I open the door and shut it and started counting.

“One”

‘Two”

“three”

“Four”

I hear shuffling in the classroom

“Five”

“six”

“seven”

“eight”

“nine”

“ten”

I looked at the door praying it open.

sighing I left to my dorm and thought

“well that's the end of us”

#tenya iida x reader #iida x reader #mha tenya #mha x reader #tenya iida angst #mha angst #tenya #last minute writing

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Request: The Tiktok account (Caius Volturi x Reader)

You giggled to yourself as you scrolled through the 'for you' page on your account. Some people were just ridiculously funny and half of them didn't even realise it. You had been keeping it a secret since you were stealing the wifi that was only meant to be used for the receptionist. You had just got Caius off your back and keeping your phone in the process. To find out you were on social media...it might just kill him. The problem was that you were wearing earphones so you didn't hear him come in and ask you what was funny. Caius gasped like he had caught his kid with their hand in the cookie jar, appalled, and took the phone from you, pulling out your earbuds in the process. "Noooo!" You wailed, waving your hands out. "No! No! Easy, Caius. Don't break it! Remember the breathing exercises-" you rambled in sheer panic. "Who are these people!?" "I don't know!" "How are they on your phone!?" "Because of the wif-" you broke off your word, choking in the process but to no avail as Caius had already pieced it together. "You promised me you were off all of those social sites! You shouldn't even be on the internet!" "Listen, wait, wait." You raised your palms in surrender. " No sudden movements now! So this is currently the era of the millennial's..." You began. "Which means one thing..." "Which is...?" "That I can't be without my phone!" You cried. "I promise no one even knows I'm online, I just watch them!" "You promised me! We have laws!"  "If I were to tell anyone I was dating a vampire they'd sign me in to the next mental hospital!" You cried whilst attempting to grab the phone. "No, I'm getting rid of this!" "No!" You screeched in terror. "Wait, wait, compromise! What do you want hm? Huh? Anything at all? A kiss? A cuddle? Sex? How about a baby!? Bella Swan had one. I mean, im not so certain I can have a baby but it's worth the try!" You were rambling in attempt to calm your panic and distract him. "What are these people even doing?" Caius frowned as he looked at the screen. "I don't know, living a better life than me?" You squealed at the crunch of your phone breaking into pieces in his hand. "Noooo!" You cried, your entertainment just vanished in front of your eyes. "Why?" You whined. Caius just stared back at you. "Oh the horror!" You screeched into your hands as you walked away. 

Alec looked uncomfortable when he revealed to the three leaders that you were in the bathtub across the hall from his room. It wasn't that you were bathing, that's actually why Alec was uncomfortable. He was sure you had gone insane. You were fully clothed, lying in the tub and talking to yourself. Caius sighed.  Alec led Caius to find Jane now in the open doorway, arms folded and looking into the bathroom. Caius peered around the door and sighed almost immediately. "What are you doing?" "Entertaining myself...trying to find purpose." "In a bathtub?" Caius blinked. You nodded slowly. "Did you know that 'racecar' spelled backwards is 'racecar'?" Caius sighed again. "Or did you know that the word 'nun' is the letter 'u' doing a cartwheel?" You lifted a finger to draw invisible circles, as though motioning a cartwheel, all the while you giggled maniacally. "This is what you've been doing for the last two hours?" "It's only been two hours? Ugh, it feels like eight." You clenched your eyes shut in dismay. "I wouldn't know because I don't have a my phone." You said sourly. "Read a book, (Y/N)." You gave him a strange look. "Why, when I could just listen to audible-no I cant because I don't have my phone!" You tossed the rubber duck next to you off of the opposite wall and it landed on your knees before you frowned. "When did we get a rubber ducky?" "(Y/N)..." "It can be my friend now." "(Y/N)..." "How good are you at lipsinging friend?" "Okay, closing the door now." Caius said pushing both twins back so he can close the door. He figured you'd bring yourself out of this...what ever phase it was.

#twilight #volturi #reader #the volturi #request #caius volturi #imagine

[aussietickletorture]

LONG FICTION - HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY! First attempt at a Tickling Story

I swear I can handle it! She said to me, “Okay as long as your sure, but once we start there’s no going back, I don’t think I can stop” I said teasingly, knowing full well that I’ve waited so long for something like this.

I first met Katie working out at the local gym when she asked for a spot whilst on the bench press machine, I usually have my earphones in but I was captured by this beautiful woman in front of me asking a question, Just to paint a picture of Katie, she was the perfect mix raced ratio I had ever seen, upon asking her she told me her Mother was Asian and her Father was Australian, absolutely stunning! First thing I noticed about her was that she was in incredible shape, around 5’5, 65kgs and muscular, Katie mentioned that her job as a local Sydney Police Officer meant that she needed to be in tip top shape to deal with the dead shits on the streets.

We went on a few dates and got to know each other really really well and Katie started spending more time at my place eventually started to spend the nights at my place and I ached and ached to tell her about my tickling and foot fetish, I thought being a Police Officer and a gym junkie her feet would be a car wreck, I couldn’t be more wrong! She kept them immaculate and the softest feet I had ever seen in my life. She loved the foot massages. They were an ideal way of letting go of the stressful shifts she endured, I was only more than happy to oblige, occasionally I would drag a wayward finger down the soles of her feet and she would let out a little shriek “ooooh that tickles!!” She would say and order me to get back to massaging her feet, Eventually she asked one night if I had a thing for her feet, “What makes you think that” I shot back at her. “Well you offer to massage my feet every night, and don’t think I don’t notice how hard you get” she retorted. “Okay” i confesses feeling a bit sheepish, “Don’t feel bad, I actually LOVE IT” Replied Katie “ You love to tickle me as well don’t you” Katie quipped. “Maybe” I replied but that’s only because you have such sexy soles. Katie laughed and said “Very Interesting” as she kissed me on the lips and told me she needs an early night for an early start the next day. The next day I received a text from Katie at work, basically telling me how much she enjoyed the attention I gave her feet every night and how much it turned her on, She wasn’t so sure about the tickling because she was so ticklish, but she was willing to make a bet with me. “Brilliant” I thought to myself as I shot back a text asking what she meant by that, She told me that Friday night Sydney played Newcastle in a soccer game, and if Sydney win I had to take her out for a fancy dinner on the Harbour but if Newcastle win I had 30 minutes to do whatever to her that I pleased, and I could even use her police issue handcuffs to tie her down. Newcastle are never going to win I thought and started looking for restaurants to take Katie to on Sydney Harbour. The stage was set for the night of the game, we had a nice little takeaway dinner and turned the game on, and I couldn’t believe the hide of Katie when she propped her feet up on my lap and demanded that I massage her feet for the entire game! Who was I to say no, she was just being a tease now! Every now and then I would tickle her feet and I would be shot a filthy look, and every time I would go back to massaging her feet I would hear little whimpers of pleasure. Anyway fast forward 90 minutes of boring football and a non stop foot massage Newcastle managed to slot a goal in the top left corner with a minute to go! “Yessssssssss” I screamed out, I turned to see Katie mutter “Fuck” under he breath, the game finished 1-0 and I was oh so eager to remind Katie of our bet - I led Katie to the bedroom and ordered her to remove all she was wearing and lay down on the bed.. I took her police issue handcuffs and secured her wrists around the bed frame, and as I slowly moved away from Katie, her brown eyes met mine and she she said “I’ve waited so long for this, from the first minute you touched and tickled my feet, don’t go easy on me” Right then, my heart went to 200bpm and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I slowly made my way down her body, exploring her armpits, her breasts, I made sure to count and poke every single rib she has. I made my way down to her feet, I couldn’t wait any longer, I only had 30 minutes! I decided fuck it! I’m going to grab some shoelace and tie the big toes together. Maximise my enjoyment, Katie quickly objected until I reminded her of our agreement, I tied her toes and went to town on her beautiful feet, she reminded me of Tia from the old Tickle Intensive videos, and thrashed around like it too “HAHAHAHAHAAHA NOOOOOOO STOOOOOOP STOOOOOOP HAHAHAHAHA” I was enjoying it way too much to listen to her pleas for help. I decided to surprise Katie, and started sucking on each and every one of her toes, “WHAT ARE HAHAHAHAAH YOU DOING HAHAHA”

However something strange happened, in between the cackles and begging I started to hear some gentle moans and noticed Katie starting to become aroused from the sucking of the toes, this was my green light! I proceeded to keep sucking her toes, and worshipping every inch of her sexy feet until her feet were a lather of my saliva - I decided it was time for some more punishment and added a little baby oil to her soft soles making them even more sensitive. I walked into my en-suite to which Katie said “What are you doing” “Nothing! Just looking for something be right back” I rummaged through Katie’s toiletries bag and found a hairbrush, fuck yes I thought.. “What the fuck are you doing, put that back, that’s my hairbr- AHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCKING PRICK” screamed Katie as I scrubbed every inch of her sexy Asian soles, “STOP STOP STAHHHHHHHHHP I CANT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY” I stopped and decided to give Katie a bit of a breather, she was a sweaty mess. The half hour of torture was just about up as I climbed on top of Katie and started to undo her handcuffs, Katie looked at me and I will never forget these words “UH UH, I want 30 more minutes... My soles need more baby oil too” shooting me a smirk 😏

#ticklish #tickling community #ler mood #tickle story #ticklefiction

[straykats]

cle: levanter

kat’s thoughts on the album that no one asked for (insert that weird googly eyed emoji with tongue out)

stop

i’ve always loved intro tracks because (most of the time) they give you a taster of every track on the album?? 

felix’s rap reminds me of his rap in ?? ? ???  miroh ??? i think (off the top of my heads) the rhythm is incredibly similar, only a few variations in beat

changbin and hyunjins rap section also reminds me of their rap in miroh

it’s actually really weird to me that stop is the first song on this album, and sO many of its sounds and stuff is super similar to Miroh??? which (if im not mistake) is the first in the cle series??? maybe someone can make a theory out of this idk lol

double knot

okay this is obvs not my first reaciton and opinions to it but yknow what lets hear them anyways lmao

i’ve always loved the glass shaterring and rope sound 

also maybe im biased but minho’s single lines are actually so nice

oh but this version on the album is ot8 vers,, makes sense, ig but :(

i love how it ends as well, with the glasss shattering

levanter

only half way through did i realise that this is the second/third time i’ve heard it bc i watched the mv already lmao

minhos lines got me teary eye emoji (im on my laptop rn i cant emoji)

i fucking LOVE the falsetto prechorus, and then how it leads into a full chorus with all of them

also like the lyrics got me emo

the bass

IN THE CHORUS “i wanna be myself” you can hear ?? im gonna assume its felix but his really deep voice as backing vocals. its super far back

omg the bit in changbins rap when the pull back a lot of the sounds and its just the bass drum thing

elecrtic gUITAR HECKAS YEAH

i love the ?? ? sound distribution in the chorus (with earphones) bc the main vocal is center but when its chantyed you hear it from all surround?

as a music student i should know my terms better but oh well

i love the instrumental in the dance break

the instrumental at the end is also so amazing, the way everythihng is suddenly pulled out and the vocal hands for a split second

booster

i love the bass thingy

almost mimics the “da dada da” thing in double knot

oo hyunjin to minho sounds so nICE i think thats them anyways

“oooh ohh oh oh “ fucking LOVE

build up in prechorus is very booster

yES we have a bass drop after pulling everything out

omg the second ?? loop time section of the chorus, the bass drop is held back and it’s??? almost on beat two but it’s not on two it’s just before ??? i think ??? but it’s not on the “and” of one either

i love the vocals in the bg of the chorus too

transition into hyunjins rap is funky (not literally) i love it

theres a ticking sound (wHaTs ThAt MysTerIOuS tIcKInG nOISE) and its a metronome i think (also im lacking the counting ability but is it ticking 12312345123... ???)

and the warp iNTO JISUNGS i think HECKAS YEAH THAT WAS SO COOL

i love the nokia sounding bloop sound (idk how to describe it) in the prechorus

hOhoho christmas came early with that wavering ??? keys sound im losing my musical terms

the “speed it uuuuUUUUUUP” section reminds me of nct but idk how lmao

god i love booster sm

astronaut

i didn’tnotice it before but felix backing vocals too!!!

i used to dislike the beginning bc the keys come in a split second before he vocals but i kinda love it now hehe

this sound really makes me smile

theres something about the mixing in this song ??? reminds me of levanter. idk how to explain it

oh there’s echo/reverb on all the vocals

i love hyunjin’s IDK KOREAN but the two words he repeays

the bit at the end of changbinsrap tbh transitions funny into the prechorus ?? it’s like space guns pewpew idk how to explain it, it bounces between my ears super quick

“aYe”

bass drum w lix’s section sounds so nice,

that whole thing chan and lix said in chan’s room about this song making you jump around

sunshine

i love it sO FUCKING MUCH

the sample of just street wsounds i love it i love it i lOVE IT

THE CHORD PROGRESSION IS SO WEIRD NOT REALLY 

arpeggiator thing that reminds me of ??? idk what its called ??? night owl or smth on samsung AHAHAH

oi love how everything is slowly but quickly added in

guys i love this song so much

the falsetto w plucky synth sounds ?? yum

i love the soft falsettos throughout

idk what to say this is such a nice song

oH THE DESCENDING SOUNDS in the second (?) progression and its minor ??? i think there was already a lot of minor things but it jsut became more obvious

ooooo sustained chords in prechorus heckas yeah

the sound that rings out in the left ear ??? yum

tHE SILENCE and then the bass boooOOoomm that was so nice im in love with sound rn

this song reminds me of winter/autumn and the rays of sunshine peeking through

you can stay

same keys as 4419 but muted??

felix and kickdrum is literally my kink rn

this makes me warm

chano :(((

magical glitter chimes make me feel like im floating through space or glittery tea

this song really does give me 4419 vibes

i love the build up and transition into the chorus

chan’s “you can stay, yeah” is making me so emo but its so calming and reassuring

god fucking i love this song so much too

the zweeeep sound hehe

oh shit the end of the bridge has me so emo

i also really love the “oh oh ohoh oh” 

omg noooo the end is all of them im gonna cry im gonna cRY

the end has the same energy as mixtape2 i really am oging to cry oh no

i think the end of this song is really effective as the last song on the (online) album and to the cle series bc it really has a “closing the curtains” feel

in a nutshell:

i love this album so much omg it may or may not be on shuffle forever

i ??? actually love booster, you can stay, and sunshine so much?? unless its just bc theyre the “newest” 

i love skz hehe im cry now goodbye

#cle: levanter #kat talks levanter #♡

[hereforaus]

Now Breathe || pt 2

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: bodyguard!jungkook , rebel!reader , numb!reader, smut, angst

“people invading your personal space is one of the top most annoying thing to ever exist on earth and your overprotective politician mother hiring a personal bodyguard for you didn’t help at all”

wordcount:5.7k

WARNINGS! : 18+ , foul languages, violence, mentions of bully, smut (on future episodes) 

A/N: I made a trailer of this fic for yall to watch [here] :))))) thankyou for the love that yall showered for the first part and i hope you like this one,,,:)

part 1

“MOM!!!” Your nose is literally flaring right now as if there’s gonna be smoke coming out of it in no time. Upon entering the house, you decided to head to where you’re most probably gonna find your mom, her little office.

“How was the concert sweet pea?” she said with that so sweet tone she use with you eversince you were young. Eyes never leaving the paper she’s been holding since you arrive.

“The concert? OH HELL SO LIT. The bodyguard you just hired permanently for me? AWFUL

“Tell you what, he’s the best in his job despite the age” she’s not even looking at you. Like she does not know the weight of her actions.

“For fucks sake”

“Language”

“But mom! Are you seriously gonna do this to me? You do remember the only thing I ask of you in exchange of behaving well and staying away from fights right? I just need privacy, that’s all I ask” You look defeated. Awfully defeated.

“Yes sweetie. I remember everything but I need you to do me a favor for now” for the first time she look at you, her eyes looking so tired under her glasses and you notice the dark circles under her eyes seemingly heavy. She needs sleep, she looks drained out of life. “I’ve been receiving death threats for the past few days. At first it was just me and I can take that, but just yesterday you’ve been included. Hell they even know your university, the dance classes you take and the gym you’ve been conducting your boxing sessions during weekends. I don’t want to force you to not go to these places anymore since I know you can’t do that so that’s the least I can do”

You understand her and you can be a brat sometimes but you love your mom above anyone else, seeing her like this hurts you too. She’s already tired from work, you can see that and thinking that she’s been stressing over the threats on you must’ve been horrible. You can’t imagine how distressed she is and you know that the only thing you can do is to not add from her worries therefore you abide.

“Yes mom, I understand. But can you please rest? I hate seeing you like this”

She smiled.

“I know you’re such an understanding person. I will rest in no time sweet pea, for now you should go to bed too”

“I will. I love you”

“You’re always a sweet kid. I love you too”

-

“Morning miss” he said right after you open the door of the car to your spot on the front seat. Oh yeah, your driver has been replaced too by no other than Jeon Jungkook. His presence irritate you more than you like to but the only thing you can do is to shrug it off, put your earphones on, blast something off a Childish Gambino song, and wait till you arrive to your school not even giving a glance to the person next to you.

You exited the car without any word, almost missing the little wave Jungkook gave you because the car door was slammed quickly right after you set foot on the school grounds.

-

“You WHAT?”

“You heard it right, I have my personal bodyguard now”

“Woah woah! so what’s gonna happen now?” Sometimes talking to Lea makes you tired. Aside from the nonstop talking she always do, she also always have lots of questions.

“I guess he’s gonna follow me around everywhere? I dont know really. I’m not gonna be surprised if he’s outside this classroom right now”

“That’s cool!!!”

“Oh yeah for you” and then she’s standing up. “Hey where are you going?”

“Outside. I’m gonna see your body guard”

She’s a headache.

You quickly hold onto her wrist and pull her back to her seat. “I didn’t say he’s actually there”

“I’m just kidding” here she goes with her grin again. She turn her body to her left, directly facing you and she position her left palm under her chin. “So, how does he look like? You know some private agents are hot, just like what I see in the movies”

He’s hot, not gonna lie. “He is almost balding and quite got a cute belly”

At that she slam her hands from her face to your desk. “Bad luck”

“It’s not bad luck love, it’s just that movies are the opposite of real life, and you little peanut, should let that sink in”

“I swear sometimes you got no jams”

“I’m just being realistic and i don’t give all my time fantasizing unlike you. Don’t you get tired tho? of being disappointed all the time?”

“No. Sometimes hoping is tiring but saves you from sadness” She’s the opposite of you in every ways, and maybe that’s why your friendship works out. They say opposite attracts afterall and similar repels.

Just in time, your prof walk in the class. By the sound of his morning greetings, you can tell that he must’ve had his favorite coffee for breakfast, no doubt his day has been great so far.

You could only hold your pen tighter, very ready to continue the poem you started last night. You were just waiting for him to start the class (Chemistry, your least favorite) so that you can already pretend that you’re taking notes from every nonsense that’s coming out from his mouth when suddenly there seems like an announcement.

“Okay class” he spoke with authority but you can only care less as you’re already so deep into the world of poem and words.

“We have a new friend here today. Please intoduce yourself now”

“Hello, my name is Jeon Jungkook and I hope we get along well”

You shook your head. What’s up with boys named Jungkook nowadays and not just that they sound similar too… WAIT… they’re actually similar!

Upon realizing this, you snap your head to the front only to see Jeon Jungkook, your personal bodyguard, in all his glory, wearing the same uniform as all the other guys in that room, his beaming face earning coos from all the girls, right then and there you realize that your situation… couldn’t get any worse. In no time he’s gonna be your boxing coach too, at the same time sparring partner, maybe he’s gonna be one of your dance mates too. Great.

After his short speech that left everyone a fan of him for sure, he made his way to the vacant seat beside you. Of course he will, what did you expect?

“Hi mate”

You can only sigh at this.

“Hi creep”

“Bad morning?” you’re getting tired of his voice already.

“You know better than anyone else” you took off your eyes from your notebook for a while to look at him directly. “Do you want me to sit on your lap now? I think that’s the only thing left to do, is it?” This is gonna be an endless banter and you can smell it. Seeing that he can’t seem to find out how to use his mouth to speak, you return your eyes to your notebook not missing a roll of it upon doing so.

Just like that, Jungkook was left wide eyed, his expression quickly changing into that of a cocky one and a smirk soon followed suite. He’s gonna love his job for sure.

-

“Isn’t he cute?”

“Every single one here is cute for you Lea, stop speaking and eat your food already”

“This is different. He’s cute and hot Y/N and I think he likes you”

You lift your head and eyes from your food in order to look at her dead in the eyes, a true indication for her to just shut up and eat her food already. The school cafeteria is packed and noises from different groups of people can be heard. She nod her head behind you, a gesture that made you look over your shoulders. And you saw him. Who else but him.

“He does not like me okay? I can tell you that. So now let’s eat peacefully yeah?”

“I mean he’s been checking you out even earlier at class, you’re the first one he laid his eyes into”

You hissed.

“Okay I’ll shut up”

Finally.

-

“Our way to dance class miss?”

“Yes” you said, voice plain. “and please call me Y/N”

“Y/n” he repeated. Your name tasting good coming from his mouth.

“Yes you creep, hurry up or i’ll beat you up if I get late”

Soon after, the only sound in the car that can be heard is the list of songs from Amy Winehouse’s album called Frank and even though you know that it’s not a normal thing to be hearing from someone your age, you couldn’t care less. Halfway through the drive you urge yourself to speak, this question has been lingering on your mind for quite some time now.

“Tell me, what else did you do aside from entering the same school as mine and the same class too like a creep?”

“Don’t worry, nothing else”

“That’s a surprise”

“You know what, you have to treat me as your friend now, your mother told me to treat you as one cause you don’t get along with our kinds so it’s better if we can just be friends or something”

“I’m not friendly so you can scratch that thought already”

“Who hurted you to be like this?”

Jungkook didn’t mean it the hard way but as soon as you process his words, your mind goes blank. You immediately snap your head to his direction, thankfully enough he isn’t looking at you because his focus is on the road. He can see you from the corner of his eye but not entirely. He failed to see the look of vulnerability in your eyes that only three person in this world has seen. First your mom, second Lea, and third, your dad…

-

“Pull over”

“What?” Jungkook looks confused.

“I said pull over”

He did.

You got out of the car and opened the door to the driver’s seat where Jungkook is currently seating.

“Get out”

“No I can’t”

“I said get out, let’s exchange seats”

He obeyed.

No other words was exchanged because soon, you’re speeding up to somewhere he cant pinpoint where.

-

“Let’s have a deal”

You’re now inside the gym, a boxing ring located in the very front of it.

“What kind of deal this time?” Jungkook is now walking beside you.

“You’ll find out”

Soon enough there are two guys in front of you, beaming.

“Y/N!” Hoseok said, his eyes resembling that of crescent moons while making his way closer to you for a hug in which you complied to immediately. Seokjin also did the same resulting to a group hug that almost suffocates you. You love them, oh you surely does.

“Did I hear Y/N” you heard yoongi from a far following some footsteps that you can tell is headed towards you.

“Yoongi”

“Why are you here? You don’t come during weekdays” he said with slight amusement in his tone. Only you can get to stir up an emotion from him and that, you consider is your legacy.

“I needed to let out so badly. Do you have clothes for this guy?” you gesture towards Jungkook. The guy now in spotlight looking lost for a while but soon composed himself trying not to look dumb in front of the unfamiliar but quite intimidating faces.

Yoongi nodded, gesturing for jungkook to follow him while Seokjin and Hoseok produces baffling noises from excitement. You headed to one of the lockers owned by Seokjin to get some clothes that you left there purposely as a stock for emergencies like this. When the both of you had changed into gym clothes, Yoongi was quick to hand the gloves and head gear to the both of you.

“Yoongs, we’re not gonna be using that” Yoongi can only smirk. He knows more than anyone else in that room what’s going on inside your mind right now and the mere thought is enough to produce a smirk to his face.

You’re quick to head to the ring slightly bending your body forward to fully enter it. Less to your surprise Jungkook is still standing with the 3 boys.

“Hey creep! Get in here. We have a deal to finish” He does not need to be told twice because within seconds, he’s already in front of you. “If you win, you’ll get me to comply to one thing that you want me to do but the other way happens when I win. Sound fair?”

“Rules?” He does not back out from challenges.

“Freestyle match” The three guys can’t help but shout from excitement upon hearing this from you. If there is one thing to describe you, it is that you’re a beast inside the ring specially if there are no rules. Truth be told you’re not as serene as you appear to be, never. Eversince you were 11 (the time when you discovered that there’s a thing called punching bags and you can actually not use it because there’s a thing called sparring matches too) you were always involved in fights. Be it when Lea was once bullied by two guys because of her pigtails, in which those poor boys ended up with a broken nose and missing teeth and your first record from the guidance office or when you got pissed off by a random girl because she tried to act almighty in front of you attempting to trip you once when you were on your way to the table you share with Lea in the cafeteria (she ended up transferring schools after that because of an almost broken jaw which resulted to a workload of compensation money and letters from your mother).

After that incident, no one, not a single lost soul has dared to touch you or Lea. It’s not because of what you did but because of what more you can do. You being an asshole of a warfreak isn’t the only case because you act like you have nothing to lose, and that is the scariest thing about you. Well that’s not totally true because you have your own weaknesses, everyone does, but you will never let anyone know about that. The more they know, the higher chance they can take advantage of you. You believe that the more you expose yourself, the more you show fragileness and looking vulnerable in front of someone is scary. For you, not being able to lay flat all your emotions on the table is better than people having the chance or ability to hurt you. So just like that, you almost forget how it feels like to feel and it does not make living any better or easier because choosing to abandon your emotions is like entering the space. It’s like you’re just a floating thing on space, just there but do not actually has a purpose. Like you’re existing but you’re nothing.

You grew up like that. No idea on how to actually express your feelings other than through couple of punches. You would come to the gym every weekend to let out anything you’ve been keeping inside once in a while. You grew fond of the three boys that own this gym. They’re actually the only breathing human being with balls that can get along with you right from the start because at some point, the four of you are not far from same. You never have stopped being involved in fights but you do everything in your power to keep yourself away from it specially if you’re inside the school grounds.

Occasionally you would go home with purple bruises on your face. There is this one time when you happen to stumble to a couple of girls on your way back home from grocery with an ice cream on your left hand. The three of them looks like some gals your age, enjoying the freedom of youth, seemingly broke out of their wits because of clubbing plus cigarettes and alcohol. That time wasn’t the time for girls like you to be out in a dangerous city like seoul with no company of a male friend or relative but the three of them didn’t seem to mind it as they walk towards you, looking as if they can swallow you whole with their over manifestation of eye mascaras just so to look fierce and to have the “im young and wild and free so don’t touch me” vibes. You ignore them as you’re already trying to pass through them, a girl with blonde shoulder length hair and a bubblegum being chewed in his mouth grabbed your right wrist. At first you look at her, carefully scanning her features and you gave her a sweet and innocent smile but the looks she gave you in return screams something between the lines of “you should beg on your knees right now” as if the bubblegum on her mouth isn’t the cliché-est thing you’ve seen through out your whole life. You weren’t really planning on picking up on those girls and you’re already building an invisible bubble consisted of the substance called patience around your brain when halfway through talking them out of the situation, the girl slapped your left hand causing your favorite ice cream that took you a lot of effort to buy from the market to be shove out of your hand and to the floor. The moment you saw the ice cream meeting the dirt on the ground, you let out a scowl. If those girls knew you, they should’ve known better than stand there and continue the mocking expressions on their faces just from the sound of your snort but they don’t know you and they don’t know what they’re getting themselves into. So you lost it. The bubble patience wore out and the only thing left was raging anger. Needless to say, they must’ve stayed away from clubbing for 2 months after that incident because you’re sure as hell, one of them was on the brink of losing her eyeballs from a jab you did that ended up straight to her face. You’re not dangerous, you always say that to yourself but you’re always proven wrong whenever you can’t control yourself from wanting to punch just anything in front of you.

Hoseok, Seokjin and Yoongi knows how to calm you down by now. Seokjin being the most caring among all of them has been your exclusive doctor for years now. He would always have his first aid kit checked for empty bottles of disinfectant or pain killers, he can’t afford to run out of them because he can’t afford to see your wounds too. Yoongi has been the only trainer who managed to keep up with your temper whenever you would go overboard because of a specific bullshit in your life. Hoseok have long since learned how to catch your jabs and not get injured whenever the two of you would go sparring, he’s your long life partner, you can’t thank him enough.

Going back to the current situation, you look at Jungkook straight in the eyes, examining if there’s uncertainty on them but much to your surprise, you found none. You realized he’s just as stubborn as you and you can deal with that. “The game ends with a pin. Aside from that, you can do whatever during the match. Are we deal now?” You can feel your insides starting to heat up.

“This is gonna be great” he said in response “but don’t forget that i’m your body guard with a reason y/n, are you sure you want to do this?”

You can’t tell whether he’s being worried or being cocky but you don’t have time to dwell on that any longer. “Let’s see and find out for ourselves shall we?”

“You shouldn’t take her slightly kid” Hoseok knows what to say. He flashes Jungkook one of his blinding smiles.

“That’s Jungkook for you” And then the match started.

The first 2 minutes was spent blocking each other’s attack by hands. Majority of your antics was quickly avoided by him. He’s much stronger and well built than you, you can tell because of the times you lay your hands on his shoulder through out the fight that his muscles aren’t one to mess with. You would attack him countless of times but he won’t do the same for you. You can tell that he’s taking you easy. “Remember our deal. You won’t like it if I win” You said in between attacks.

“Who said i’ll let you win”.

tension

He’s now lurching forward. Left fist attempting its first contact to your face. missed. You grab his left arm still positioned in the air from the previous attack with your right hand. Pulling it towards you, he stumbled forward. Then a kick from your left knee to his torso followed. First hit.

The sound of skin grazing and making contact to each other came to a halt when the both of you paused. Jungkook has taken your left arm behind you by now. His left hand tangled in it with a force. His other arm came wrapped on your neck. Your whole body is aginst his. You can’t move.

Smell of sweat mixed with both your scents is strong in the air. The sound of Jungkook’s ragged breathing filled your ears and the feeling of his wet skin against yours overwhelmed your body.

A kick on the back of your knee sent you to the ground. Coming face to face to him, he hovered over your body. But before he can perform his next moves, you inch your face close to him, your arms made its way around his neck, and then your lips came in contact with each other causing his mind to shut down, eyes wide with the sudden move. 1…2…3…, before he can even comprehend anything, you broke the kiss. Your left knees swayed forward to his lower region. He growled in pain, it caused him to lay crouching on his back, instinctively holding his private part because of the electrifying pain. Then the last move you go, pin.

-

Right after the match ended, you bid your goodbyes with your good friends then you hop to the driver’s seat of your car, your mom’s car. Jungkook was quick to enter the car.

Both of you stayed silent. Jungkook seemingly deep in thoughts because of earlier and you, focused on the road. Jungkook does not have an idea where you’re heading to and by the looks of you, the destination is far from reach so he decided to break the silence.

“So… the deal”

“Yeah the deal” you tap your tumb on the stirring wheel repeatedly before continuing what you has to say “I need you to do this one thing”

“As long as it does not meddle with my work, i’m more than willing to obey”

“Sure” pause “ I need you to lie”

“W-what?”

“I know the system Jeon. You’re my bodyguard, and everyday you send a report to my mom. I’m not dumb”

“If you know the system then you should also know that I can’t lie to your mom because loyalty is a part of my job”

“Your job is to protect me Jeon. You’re my bodyguard and you also have the responsibility to be loyal to me. Besides, you lost the deal so you don’t really have a choice”

“What exactly do I have to lie to?”

“Maybe we have to rephrase that. You don’t need to lie, you just need to skip some details”

“Please be more specific maam” he released a scoff

“Follow me”

—

The both of you ended up in front of a seemingly abandoned, four story high building somewhere in the most secluded part of Seoul where only the most dangerous people who’ve been feared by normal citizens are able to walk on the streets at night. Jungkook can tell from observing the place on your drive up to here that the whole area isn’t a place that a normal person would visit or would plan to. Majority of the buildings around are abandoned and graffitied. There aren’t much streetlights and the houses are small, murky and right next to each other, not to mention, litters are everywhere.

You opened the pealing door surrounded by iron chunks that reveal the interior of the skyscraper you just entered. The ground floor displayed the presence of nothing that even doors separating the multiple rooms are missing. The whole floor is mainly consisted of thick dusts and the very few slightly dimmed flickering lights that is only enough to aluminate the pathway to the stairs. Jungkook kept following you from behind, both your steps leaving an echo through out the place. You made your way down to the underground and upon your second step from the stairs, you halt causing Jungkook to do the same. You turn your face to the side.

“Watch where you’re going Jeon” then you gestured to his feet. Just then, he notice a very thin thread that is almost invisible to him. He carefully took his next step, doing his best not to touch the thing.

“Is that supposed to kill me?” he point his finger to the thread.

“That’s connected to a land mine” you said, voice filled with seriousness

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?! What if I didn’t stop there? I might be roasted right in this moment!” He look at you straight in the eyes, looking angry for a moment. The silence lingered in the air as the two of you seemed to have an intense staring contest going on… but what Jungkook didn’t expect was when you burst out laughing. You’re crouching down, holding your stomach and a tear took its place on the corner of your eye threatening to drop at any moment while your giggle filled the room.

“Connected to a land mine” you repeat your words from earlier while doing your best not to end up laughing again. “There’s no such thing as that Jeon. That will just alert someone down here” and then you continue your steps, ignoring Jungkook’s dumbfounded look until you’re standing in front of a room. You entered a code to open the lock on the door and upon entering the only room that seems to be gifted with colors other than gray, Jungkook saw a man slumped on one of the tables, his whole surrounding consisted of computers lined up next to each other, codes on green font appearing then disappearing on them,some computer showing the situation of each room on the building from a camera installed on the corners of it. He definitely didn’t expect any of these.

“Joon” Upon hearing his name, Namjoon jolted from his seat, almost knocking the coffee lying on his left side. Upon recognizing the source of the voice, he wiped his tired eyes, hazily grabbing the glasses on his head and repositioning it so it rests on his nose.

“Y/N” Namjoon is beaming now although you can hear the exhaustion tainting his voice.

“How’s it going?“

“Few codes and I can access his computer already. Actually I didn’t expect this to be risky. Their system is protected with a security software that would alert their main computer if someone is trying to manipulate their pseudonyms. Good thing I found out about it sooner, we almost got caught there” you hum in response, just by then, Namjoon noticed the shadow behind you, he found a nameless man looking slightly dumbfounded gazing back at him. “You didn’t tell me that you’ll be inviting a guest today. Mind if you introduce him?”

“Oh yeah. He’s Jeon Jungkook. My bodyguard” They both eyed each other. Few seconds later Namjoon decided to direct his glance at you, his left eyebrow scrunching up as if to silently ask you what’s going on.

You decided to speak again. “He asked me about the thing that he should lie to. So here it is, I’m showing him the one and only thing that he can never tell my mother because once she knew about this, it’s gonna be over for the two of us”

Fact.

“Wait” Jungkook spoke for the first time. “What exactly is this?” he gestured his hands around.

“You’ll understand this soon once Namjoon finishes his job” You threw a smile on Namjoon. Not a second later, he’s getting back to his work, hands tirelessly typing out words that even you can’t quite figure out. He worked with three computers, constantly switching from time to time.

10 minutes passed, only the sound of Namjoon slamming his fingers on the keyboard and the nonstop clicks from the mouse can be heard. You waited for 1 more minute until Namjoon decided to hit the enter button more loudly than the rest to signal the end of his reverie.  

“Off you go y/n” he removed his glasses. Lying it on his table, he turned back to you and Jungkook to flash you another smile that shows off his deep dimpled cheeks. “Lotus club. I traced the location of his phone and he’s currently there. I also hacked on the cctv of the club a few days ago and I found out he goes there often to get wasted and bring home some girl he can have a good time with on his bed. I need you to do something to get this task 75% done” he pause for a minute, his gaze switching between you and Jungkook. “We need to install something on his phone” he then pull out a small card in between his fingers.

You know what he’s implying already, you’ve done this before on one of your missions and you’re more than excited to do it again. You scurry your way to Namjoon, snatching the micro card on his fingers with a flick.

“Got it pal” then you’re off with Jungkook.

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[baekhyuq]

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU | Chapter 2.

Title: Sensory Strip

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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The day before made you anxious, looking all over for a man who could even slightly resemble your oh so hot cam boy. He knew about you, but you had absolutely no clue who it could be. Your Psychology class actually had a field trip to a history of psychology museum which would’ve been exciting if you were looking over your shoulder every three seconds.

After the bus was unloaded and people took interest in different things at the museum, you immediately felt someone’s eyes following you. Your Professor’s to be exact, his eyes were trained on your figure moving across the room to each artifact. His eyes didn’t leave you for a second. The museum was filled with small things here and there, many rooms leading into others. There was one particular section that caught your eye, a room filled with brains, animal brains, human brains, insect brains. A horrible sight but nonetheless very interesting. Professor Byun was stood at one of the brains, specifically the human brain.

Your feet automatically took you to him, his presence alone made you cower. His broad shoulders with his contrasting cute lips made you want to either squish his cheeks. Your figure stood beside his taller one, peering down at the brain submerged in preservatives in a glass jar. The silence got to you, your ears were ringing and the only sound that you could hear was your own breathing. It’s as if he was holding his breath.

“Could you point out the parts of the brain?” Professor Byun asked, his hands behind his back. You hesitated in your answer “I don’t think so.” You looked around the jar pointing out the front of the brain, “I know this is the frontal lobe.” You craned your neck some more to see around the jar, pointing at another part of the brain. “This is motor strip and.” You pointed again, “I think that’s all I know.”

You could hear him hum in response, your eyes trained on the brain. You would crack under pressure and surely would crack under you professors gaze. “Here is the sensory strip.” His hand casually went on the small of your back. You tensed up immediately. “Yours seems to be working just fine.”

His breath was close to your face and you could smell the mint he was sucking on earlier. “And this,” He pointed to the right of the brain, “Is the parietal lobe.” He continued naming them and pointing them out, his hand leaving my back and resting on my shoulder. His voice was so familiar to you, but your memory was nonexistent so you couldn’t remember when or where you’d met him before.

The room fell silent and you stepped away from him, his body heat being replaced with the cold room. “Excuse me, I’m going to use the restroom.” Professor Byun said, giving you a small smile before rushing off toward the restrooms. Your cheeks lit up and you felt as if your face would catch on fire from how hot it was. His close proximity made you gag in embarrassment. Your phone buzzed, indicating a alert. You glanced down at it and your eyes went wide. . “B-Bear is now online.” You shook your head before your eye scanned the room. He had to go live now? You rushed toward the restrooms and saw that it was actually an all gender bathroom. Very strange for a museum. You went toward one of the stalls, quietly locking it. You plugged in your headphones and you felt another buzz from your phone. “B-Bear is now live.” You clicked the notification as fast as your thumb could and your phone was redirected to the sight you weren’t ready for. His hand was already on his dick, pumping it slowly. He had his earphones in and you could see somewhat of his surroundings, tiles, side by side wall.

He was in a bathroom. More specifically he was in this bathroom. You took one of your headphone out and listened to the bathroom. You could hear quiet slick noises from your phone and in the bathroom. You gathered all your courage and typed on the chat, “Where are you right now?” He read the question out before answering. “I’m actually at a museum right now. I’m not supposed to be in here doing this but... My mystery woman made me this hard.” He practically moaned, his voice traveled to your ears more clearly through the earphones and you couldn’t help but to connect some of the pieces in your head. The voice, the location, all the coincidences leading up till now. You cant believe you didn’t put the pieces together before, after all this time of watching B-Bear and hearing his voice seeing his lips. There’s no way this isn’t who you think it is. But how do you go about confronting him? How would you explain this, how about the good old “I watch you masturbate every night and realized you were somebody I know.” You couldn’t muster up the courage to even spit that out in a complete sentence. “I think i’m going to cum, just thinking about her and the way she smells and the feel of her soft skin. I cant get the thought out of my head.” He practically moaned. Your panties started to dampen at the sight of him jerking off to you only, you clamped your thighs together before you spread them apart and started to rub your clit in circles to quickly get off. You bit your lip and held your phone up to a viewing distance. His slick noises mixed in with his quiet grunts and you accidentally let out a quite loud moan. You hear silence, and you see the man on the live still. His head turns toward the stall that is yours and you hold your breath. His face ducks from out of his phones view and you can only imagine he’s looking under the stall so you quickly pick up your feet till you see his head reappear. “I could’ve sworn I heard her voice.” He says into his earphone mic. “I sound ridiculous, liking somebody so much i’m hearing their voice. I’m finished here guys, sorry for this spur of the moment live.” And with that the livestream ends. Your phone screen goes black and you feel as if your chest has sunken in. You cant move an inch, you hear the stall door next to you open and see a flash of black through your stall door. You hear the faucet turn on and the man quickly leaves after.

You let out the breath you held the whole time and furrow your brows. There’s only one man who talks like that in this whole town and it’s Professor Byun himself. You cant deny any of the stupid coincidences, him stupidly mentioning both your encounters on his live-stream, his stupid voice and his stupid hands and his even more stupid lips. You weren’t too sure on how to confront him quite yet, maybe you could have some fun.

Maybe you could have you cake and eat it too.

The following days after finding out your Psychology teacher is your favorite cam boy had made you look at him entire different. You see him as more of a toy now. You come into class flaunting your body in order to see what his response would be on the livestream later that night. Your heart beats like crazy when he talks about you, his livestream is basically a ted talk dedicated to you only. You know plus masterbating and all.

The one day that your beloved cam boy wasn’t teaching you were sad, the substitute was an old lady who did not want to see your skimpy dress and taught whatever Byun had left for her to teach. You sadly left the class after it ended, not impressing anybody but yourself for the effort. Deciding to watch a new movie, you take a trip to your local cinema. You settle on watching a scary movie and and you’re given a seating ticket, lucky number 59. You settle into your seat, pulling out candy you snuck in, because cinema’s food is overpriced ridiculously.

As you were digging through your purse you felt somebody slide by your legs and into the seat by you. “Excuse me, sorry.” They said, and you froze instantly. You mumbled a “It’s okay.” Before trying to practically rip your soul out your chest for even responding. “Y/n?” His voice said your name so heavenly it should be a sin. You slowly turned toward your Professor. “P-Professor Byun, weird seeing you here.” You tried to sound casual but you knew you were failing miserably. “I actually exist outside of the school, surprising I know.” He joked, you couldn’t look over how he was dressed so casually. “I didn’t mean it like that-I. Why didn’t you teach today?” You brought up, his mouth went into an “o” shape and he let out a nervous breath. “I had some business to take care of. I would’ve been too late to teach the class so I called in for a substitute. Hope she wasn’t too boring, because I know psychology is just so fun.” He laughed, hitting my knee with his own. “Psychology isn’t that boring,” You retorted, he gave you a look that told you he wasn’t convinced. “Like, it isn’t that uninteresting that I’d want to not come to class. Some things are actually really cool to learn about, Professor.” You smiled slightly, almost hinting that the best thing you’ve learned this semester is that your favorite cam boy is your AP Psych teacher. “Well i’m glad I can make the class more bearable. And stop calling me Professor, call me Baekhyun outside of class.” He laughed a laugh that was warm and filled with his honey vocal cords. “I wouldn’t take you for somebody who like scary movies.” He said quietly when the movie started and warned people to have their phones on silent or grab food from their concession stand. “I love horror, I don’t think there’s another genre that interests me, maybe romance but not really.” You we’re surprised at your free speech, you wouldn’t stuttering and tripping over your words for once. Your new found confidence in knowing your Psych teacher was infatuated with you was a boost to your ego almost. “Romance?” He leaned his arm on the arm rest and rested his hand on his thigh. “I would’ve guessed that first.” He laughed quietly. “Shhh, the movies starting.” You popped a piece of candy in your mouth.

The movie started off slow, building suspension and sometimes using cheap jump scares to make you flinch. But Baekhyun never moved, he was unfazed by the short scares and blood and gore. “You don’t seem scared Baekhyun?” You whispered in his direction. “I’m not really scared by these movies, I think real life situations scare me more.”

You smirked somewhat.

“What scares you the most?” You questioned.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Getting caught scares me the most.”

You arms were covered in goosebumps, knowing his biggest secret and his biggest fear had you feeling on top of the world but also scared. You knew so much about him it was weird, he had no idea about you. What it took to make you cum, what words you liked to be called in bed. How many rounds could you go until you were exhausted. He knew nothing. “Me too.”

The movie was towards the end and you and Baekhyun had eaten all your snacks, when it ended you agreed to make this movie thing a ritual. Every Thursday night would be a movie date kind of. It was fun, you felt as if you actually went on a date with Baekhyun, his charismatic character naturally made you feel as if he was interested in every word you said. His character just made you feel as if you actually belonged with him. Not as a teacher and student relationship but as more. You headed back to your apartment being greeted by your small cat, Kora. She mewled and rubbed against your calves for attention which you gladly gave. You looked around for your earphones which you couldn’t find for the life of you and as if one que, your phone buzzed. “Hey you left your headphones in your bag, which you also left with me. I also don’t know how i didn’t realize this wasn’t my bag while walking out the cinema.” It was from an unknown caller but you immediately knew who it was. “Sorry Baekhyun! I didn’t realize I left it till now too, where are you i’ll come to you.” You texted back with one hand as the other slid on your shoes and grabbed your keys. Baekhyun sent an address which appeared to be his apartment and you were on the way.

Baekhyun’s apartment was on the 4th floor and guess what? The elevator was conveniently down this day. So after walking up four flights of stairs you reached Baekhyun’s door, you knocked twice and the door was opened along with a barking pup at your feet. “Hey, sorry about the bag thing-are you out of breath?” Baekhyun almost laughed at your figure busting into the room to get a glass of water and taking a seat at his kitchen island. “Oh my god, please let them fix the elevator next time.” “Next time?” “Uh...for people like me who aren’t fit enough for four or more flights of stairs-oh my god dog.” You instantly reached down to pet the short corgi pup. “Yeah, it must have just broken down it was fine 30 minutes ago. Anyways, sorry for taking your bag.” Baekhyun handed you your tote bag and you noticed the cut on his hand. “Its not a big deal, unless I had to run up four flights of stairs again, then we might have a problem. But thanks, see you at class next week.” Baekhyun mouth opened and closed. “W-would you like to hang out sometime?” His stuttering voice made your stomach full with butterflies. “Hang out?” You repeated, he nodded. “I know student and teacher relationships are forbidden but-“ You cut him off “It doesn’t matter if we don’t get caught right.”

“Right.”

“Then yes, i’d love to hang out.”

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[thisisthe-way]

Proposal

Uraraka stared in awe around her at the large, traditional Japanese property, smoothing out the ruffles of her pink dress and clinging to Bakugou’s arm. She smiled over at him, fixing the collar of his dress shirt when it began to flap upward. “You look very handsome, Katsu.”

“Tch,” Bakugou snorted, but smirked down at her. The vile of pebbles he always wore was showing under the shirt, only the brown twine resting on his barely visible collarbone. Uraraka couldn’t complain that he never wore a tie with his dress shirts. She rather enjoyed him keeping the first few buttons open like that.

Luuuucky, she sometimes throught as she admired her well-built boyfriend’s hero body. She kissed his cheek. “And what about me?”

He glanced down at her again, and shrugged. “Passable,” he teased—and found himself flailing and yelling on the ceiling suddenly.

A head of white hair with little red flecks peeked our or the house’s largest room, and blinked behind glasses. “You must be more of otouto’s friends. He’s told me about the loud, angry boy before.” She stepped all the way out and smiled. “I’m Fuyumi. Come inside. The rest of you are already here.”

Inside, the rest of class 1A was standing around a refreshments table, eating and drinking, and Todoroki was pacing at the back of the room in front of a frail looking woman sitting in a chair.

Endeavor was on the other end of the room, talking bolsterouslty to the only other elders in the room. He and the frail woman were as far apart as the size of the room would allow.

Uraraka released her boyfriend from the ceiling and trailed inside, waving to Midoriya and Iida, talking to Jirou and Kaminari near the refreshments.

Todoroki noticed them, and touched the seated woman’s shoulder before approaching them, glaring, his gaze only half-hearted as he still seemed preoccupied. “Could you two have made a louder entrance?”

“Gomen, Todoroki-kun,” Uraraka replied, touching Bakugou’s shoulder gently. “He’s an asshole.” Her smile only brightened.

“You say that too easily now,” Bakugou mumbled down at her. She grinned, sweetly.

Todoroki frowned and glanced over at his father and the other two elder Quirk users. “Momo’s parents. My old man is getting too friendly.” He scoffed. “He’s pretty happy I decided to marry the only other person from my class who got in on recommendation.” He laughed bitterly. “He actually thinks I’m doing this because of our Quirks. Delusional bastard.”

Uraraka glanced over st Endeavor. “I thought things were better between you two? That’s what Yaomomo said.” She felt Bakugou’s arm tighten on her waist, and she touched his wrist, discreetly. It was no secret to 1A anymore the way Endeavor had raised Todoroki. Their class tended to be a little warier around the flame hero now, number two or not.

“Sort of. He’s not that different. No one changes that quickly,” Todoroki replied, glancing down and shaking his head. He looked over at the seated woman. “At least Okaasan could be here for this. Did Momo text you, Uraraka-san?”

“Mm. She just got off. She thinks it’s just dinner between the four of us. Your secret is safe.” Uraraka smiled at him. “You ready for this?”

“Absolutely not,” Todoroki mumbled, and glanced up at his siblings who were bringing their mother a drink and a plate of food. “But it helps to have everyone here.” He fiddled with something in the pocket of his slacks.

Bakugou snorted. “Shut the fuck up. How can you pretend to be good at everything like you do if you’re afraid of something that’s actually supposed to be fuckin’ good? Screw what your old man says—you love her, right? So unfreeze your shriveled balls, man the hell up and do it.”

Todoroki chuckled and raised his white eyebrow at Bakugou. “Thanks for the pep talk, Bakugou. I feel so much better now.” He slid his eyes to Uraraka. “He’s a keeper.”

Sensing the sarcasm, Uraraka grinned. “Eh, passable.” She raised her eyebrows up at Bakugou, wondering if he’d catch the joke. He did, glaring playfully down at her.

“She’s coming!” Jirou called, her earphone jack plugged into the wall—she could hear Yaoyorozu coming up the path of the Todoroki residence.

“Shit,” Todoroki breathed and Bakugou smirked widely at how nervous he was all of a sudden.

“Does anyone have a camera? Stoic Half-half is shaking!” Bakugou growled in glee. “Someone take a picture!”

“....you really are an asshole,” Uraraka said to her boyfriend, her expression deadpan.

A moment later, the door slid open, Yaoyorozu having heard some of the commotion and she blinked when all eyes turned on her. “Oh. Uh. Okay....hey, everyone.”

Todoroki swallowed heavily and approached her. “Aisuru, there’s someone I want you to meet.” He placed his left hand gently on her waist, despite her having returned home and changed into regular clothes after work, and sent a small shock of heat through her body to warm her from the cold night air she’s walked through. He led her over to the seated woman, and smiled, gently. “Okaasan.”

Todoroki Rei glanced up at them, and smiled gently. “So, you’re Yaoyorozu Momo? Shoto never stops talking about you when he comes to visit me. He never stops smiling—more than I’ve ever seen him smile, even.”

“Okaasan...” Todoroki mumbled, blushing lightly.

Yaoyorozu giggled with her own blush, hiding her smile and embarrassment behind her hand. “Oh, Todoroki-san, arigatou. Shoto is very kind to me—he builds me up when I’m doubting myself. He’s a good man.”

Rei looked at her son with a small, distant smile. “He is. I wish I could’ve seen him become one.”

Todoroki shot a sharp look over his shoulder at Endeavor when he tried to approach behind Yaoyorozu’s parents. “She’s visiting from the hospital just for tonight,” he murmured, returning his attention to his girlfriend.

“Tonight? Why, Shoto?” Yaoyorozu asked with a curious frown. “What’s special about tonight?” She smiled at her parents and waved when they were close enough, and then turned her eyes again to Todoroki. “Why is everyone here?”

Todoroki swallowed and pulled her to the center of the room. “Momo, Aisuru, boku no kokoro,” he murmured, affectionately.

“Seriously, where the hell is a camera when we need one?!” Bakugou barked, gleefully, at seeing Todoroki in such a vulnerable state.

A sharp brown eye snapped toward him. “Damareyarou,” Todoroki commanded, his tone low, even and extremely irritated, emphasizing the words with a slam of his foot down, causing a line of ice to crawl over the floor and up Bakugou’s body until his mouth was frozen over.

Bakugou struggled, growled and yelled against the ice, snapping and popping small explosions against it until he was free. “TEME!!”

“KATSUKI,” Uraraka snapped, and Bakugou immediately stopped, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting angrily, steaming coming up off of his head.

There was a snorted laugh from someone in the room, and Bakugou’s eyes flared, and he started to lunge toward the noise, but was caught and held by Tsu’s tongue.

Uraraka looked at her friend and smiled. “Arigatou, Tsu-chan.” She looked back at Todoroki. “Go on. Sorry.”

Yaoyorozu was laughing a little at the familiar antics of her former classmates and she tilted her head at Todoroki. “What is going on with you? Bakugou-san is right; you’re acting strangely.”

She took half a step back in shock when a small velvet box was suddenly held between them, her eyes widening. “Sh-Shoto...?”

“You know what it means. I don’t have to say it. But I will if you want me to. I’d do anything you asked of me, honestly. I’ve never loved any one thing as much as I love you, Momo.” His eyes were sincere. “And the idea of loving something that much terrifies me.”

He turned a sharp glare at his father. “You may be strong, with an impressive Quirk,” and then his gaze was soft again, and only hers, “but I would love you even if you were Quirkless. So? What’s your answer?”

Yaoyorozu felt the sting of tears in the corners of her eyes, and took the box, opening it to reveal a silver ring with a diamond and ruby inlayed in separate settings.

“It’s my mother’s ring. My father had it made as a...tasteless symbol for what he was trying to do,” Todoroki murmured, softly. “But if you wear it, it’ll actually mean something. That’s what Okaasan told me when she gave it to me to give to you.”

The tears fell without warning, and she looked back up at her boyfriend, her lips pressed together tightly to keep from squeaking or sobbing. She swallowed, and swallowed again, and then nodded as little Russian nesting dolls started to fall out of her sleeves and skirt.

“N-nesting dolls?” Todoroki asked, eyes widening.

“Th-the first time you believed in me—I cant help creating them sometimes when y-you’re overtly kind to me,” she whimpered, wiping at her eyes.

“I’ve never seen you—“ He began, and she shook her head to interrupt him.

“You haven’t seen the back closet in my house!!” She cried, implying she would escape their to discharge her Quirk, and then return. Despite the sweet moment, he has to wonder how many were actually in the closet as of now—they had been dating for almost two years.

He chuckled, his own nerves suddenly dissipating, and he pulled her into a tender kiss as their classmates cheered, before sliding the engagement ring on her finger and kissing her again.

After all was said and done, the rest of the guests and family began to eat and drink and toast, and Kirishima approaches Bakugou and Uraraka with a grin.

“So how many of those little doll things do you think she’ll make on their wedding night?” He asked, quietly with a grin, tilting his glass toward them.

“Probably best not to think about it,” Bakugou grumbled, an arm sllung around Uraraka, all three sipping their drinks and watching Todoroki and Yaoyorozu mingle.

Hard not to think about it, now.

The trio snickered, and Uraraka looked up at Bakugou.

“Are we next?” She whispered with wiggling eyebrows.

“Hn.” He grinned widely. “Guess we’ll see.”

Indeed.

#todomomo #shotomomo #kacchaco #kacchako #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shoto #yaoyorozu momo #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #fanfiction #writing #my writing

[ultsracha]

Friends to Lovers w/ Eric (tbz)

Request: Anon -  Ok uuuh I’ve never requested before so idk how to word all this but could you maybe write some Eric (the boyz) catching feelings for his best friend and him trying to ask her out ?? And maybe like the other 00 liners making fun of him for being all soft :( I’m sorry I’m trash at explaining stuff <3 Have a wonderful day A/N: Thank you for requesting! im sorry that this isnt the best but i tried !  Warnings: mild angst & swearing

*He looks so teeny tiny in this gif ouchies my heart*

you and Eric had been friends for literally your whole lives 

all of your childhood memories had him in them 

running around the back yard? Eric was right behind you 

Learning how to ride a bike? This dude was the reason you had the courage to do it

So it was no surprise to everyone that all throughout school you stayed friends 

Joined at the hip every second you could be

In class you would sit together and help each other with the work

Of course you had your other friends, 11 of them who were all part of Eric’s band they called ‘The Boyz’ 

They accepted you into their group with open arms

Most nights after school were spent in the practice room with them 

Watching them dance and run around 

Eric always tried to get you involved but that’s a big, fat, nope 

But you literally had the best, best friend 

So, like every other day you’re sat at the lunch table waiting for Eric to get out of his class while you sat with Sunwoo and Hyunjoon 

“You coming stargazing with us tonight?” Sunwoo asks as he shoves a few grapes into his mouth

“Of course, I’ll bring some food if you guys want as well?” you replied

This wasn’t uncommon for you all, to go sit on Kevin’s roof with blankets and snacks and just look at the stars 

“Is Eric coming too?” You ask because let’s face it everything's more fun with him around 

“OoOOoooOOOOoooOOh ‘Is Eric coming too?’ oOOooOo” Hyunjoon teases, nudging your arm 

“Ah fuck off you know it’s not like that, we’ve been friends forever! I can’t go anywhere without him now” 

They both continued to tease and nudge you around until you saw Eric walking over 

As per the routine, you got up and met him halfway across the hall for a massive hug 

“Hey! What’s up? You’re bright red?” He asks after hugging you

“Ohhh nothing, just dumb and dumber trying to steal my last brain cell” you giggle as you both settle into your seats 

Eric draping his arm round your shoulders like he always does 

Sunwoo giving you a sly smirk like he a l w a y s does when you and Eric even look at each other

It wasn’t hard to understand why everyone gave you these looks

Most people assumed you were together

Even some of your family had suspicions because of how close you two were 

but you could only dream... 

This little crush you had started mid teens and had persisted ever since 

Now it was nearing the end of school and here you were, hopelessly in love 

Honestly it had just become a normal part of your life by now and that was okay, as long as you had him with you being your best friend. It was okay

“You’re coming to Kevins tonight yeah?” Eric mumbles into your ear 

Resisting the urge shiver you simply nod and turn away and continue to listen to the bickering of the boys 

After that the day goes on peacefully, Eric walks you to class and kisses your forehead before jogging to his own class 

The bus journey home you guys sit together and share earphones, taking it in turns to choose a song 

“I’ll see you later yeah?” You ask as you both get off the bus at your stop 

“Yeah I might be a bit late though, I’ve got some things to get done beforehand” he replies, throwing his bag over his shoulders 

“Alright, I’ll see you later then!” you start to wave goodbye and of course, as per usual he brings you in for a hug and to kiss your forehead 

and yet again your heart swells and you inwardly scream because why not your lips hm? 

Later that evening Sangyeon picks you up, with Sunwoo and Haknyeon already in the car

Sunwoo on the aux playing some random country music to annoy everyone 

It’s an amazing night to stargaze, you get to Kevins just at the end of sunset where the sky is mostly dark but a lilac hue still coats the edges of the sky

The stars already sparkling 

Kevins roof was your favourite place to be as he lived at the top of a hill, meaning the view of the city below could be seen 

As well as the roof itself having a large flat bit for everyone to cosy up together 

Most of the group are already there setting up blankets and pillows and the speaker

As expected Eric wasn’t there yet so you just dumped out all the snacks you gathered next to the speaker and went to speak to the host

“Did Eric tell you what he had to do tonight?” you ask, watching Kevin struggle to smooth out a massive blanket

“Yes but I’m not telling you, it’s a secret” he replies

“Why? What is it?” your heart starting to race

Did he have a girlfriend? Was he keeping her a secret? Was he bringing her tonight? 

Yes, that’s where your mind goes because, well every girl in the school would be lucky to have him 

“Y/N calm down he’s gone to get something for tonight, don’t worry he’s still your mans but not really your mans” he smirks, patting the top of your head and walking away

You just stand there blinking before realising what he even said, leading you to pursue him to where everyone was sat already 

“He’s not my ‘mans’ Kevin we all know he’s got every girl in the school whipped for him” you sigh, plopping yourself next to Jacob

who was munching on some chips 

“Y/N you’re kidding right?” Sunwoo smirks while Hyunjoon giggles lightly and nods 

“No I’m not, I’m honestly surprised he hasn't got a girlfriend already...” you mumble 

The sad truth being explained to your friends hurt but it wasn’t hard to see, he wasn’t in love with you 

“He has THE biggest crush on you Y/N how do you not see it?” 

You look up from your lap to see everyone nodding in agreement 

Who knew your friends would play such a prank on you

“This isn’t funny guys, you’re just teasing and it’s painful so please can we just change the subject?” 

lets be real it would always hurt knowing how everyone could see how in love you were but how obviously he wasn't 

“Seriously, everyday we see him he talks about how cute you look or how smart you are and how he can’t wait to show you this dance because he wants to impress you” Hyunjoon giggles while Changmin over dramatically nods 

“and how you smell nice all the time” Sunwoo adds rolling his eyes

“they boy’s whipped for you” Hyunjoon continues 

“It’s almost annoying how literally no one exists when you’re around because he’s so focused on you” 

Your heart has literally stopped 

Because ??? Eric???? liking you???? 

“Right let’s quit the teasing because we weren’t even meant to tell her so now you’re gonna have to explain to him about this” Sangyeon scolds the younger ones 

You just lay back into the pillows still not computing 

They have to be lying? He’s never shown any interest in you? 

You hear them still laughing about how your face looks when you’re shocked 

Jacob leans over to whisper “just ignore them, they’re rooting for you” 

You’re just lying on the roof, looking up to the sky with butterflies bursting your stomach and your heart beating like crazy in your chest when you hear Kevins bedroom window open 

“Hey guys, sorry I was late” Eric bursts through the window “I was just getting a few things” 

Everyone greets him but you stay silent, looking up at the sky because you were just TOO nervous to say anything

“You okay?” He asks you, laying down next to you and propping his head on his arm

“Yeah! Just looking at the stars” your voice betraying your panic

He just nods and rolls over to lie on his back next to you 

The night goes on as normal, everyone chatting, listening to music and enjoying the view 

You hop in the conversation every once in a while but the others seem to understand why you’re being more quiet 

Eric hardly speaks to you but never leaves your side, just lying next to you also in his in thoughts 

“What’s up?” You whisper to him after a while

“Just thinking about stuff” He whispers back shifting to lay on his side to look at you 

You look into his eyes and he looks,,, nervous?

“What you thinking about?” you ask, shifting to mirror his position 

“It’s nothing don’t worry Y/N” He replies shaking his head

“You know you can tell me anything Eric we’re best friends...” 

At this he sighs even more and stands up 

“What? What did I do?” You also stand 

He’s already climbing back through Kevins window 

Naturally you follow, heart beating out of your chest at the thought of Eric being upset with you

“Seriously whats wrong? Why can’t you tell me?” You follow him into the room

“Because if I tell you we can’t be friends and it’ll all go wrong so it’s better if I don’t say anything” 

“Why? We’re best friends we’ve always told each other everything whats changed?” 

“Will you please stop saying that?” He almost shouts and spins around to face you

You’ve never seen him this upset before 

Sunwoo and Hyunjoon were wrong, he doesn't love you he doesn't even want to be friends anymore

“Y-y-y-you don’t want to be friends with me anymore?” You splutter out,  tears already brimming in your eyes 

They were so wrong and they couldn't have said what they did at a worse time, giving you that small bubble of hope in your chest for it to be crushed an hour later 

“It’s not that I just....” he trails off, wringing his hands nervously 

“Then what Eric?” You burst into tears, heart almost breaking in that moment 

“Y/N I love you. Fuck. I’m sick of hiding it and being teased all the time for not having the courage to tell you. I fucking love you” 

The tears didn't stop when you rushed over and wrapped your arms around his neck 

Standing on your tiptoes to hug him you felt his arms wrap around your waist 

You both just stood there holding each other

His erratic breathing indicating he’s crying too

“I love you too Eric, so much, for so long” 

You just stayed put in his arms, him stroking the back of your head

“I didn’t believe them when they told me...” you giggle while pulling away to look at him

His eyes just go so wide 

“They did what?” He yelped

“Oh they told me all about how you talk about me all the time and how whipped you are” you giggle even more

The look on his face just makes you laugh harder 

“I’m going to kill them” he growls and charges back through the window

You just smile and follow him onto the roof where everyone was just laughing and nudging Eric around

“So he’s finally confessed!” Jacobs asks you grinning from ear to ear

“It’s about time, now we don’t have to spend every dance practice brainstorming ways to get him to do it” Sunwoo laughs, earning a slap from Eric

Once the teasing died down Eric joined your side leaning against the wall by Kevins window

“So does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asks 

And despite the dark you can tell his cheeks are dusted pink

“Of course I will, but what did you need to go get earlier than meant you were late?” 

“Oh,” he wriggled to grab a small packet from his pocket “I was going to confess to you tonight and I bought you this” 

Handing you the packet you open it to find a dainty necklace 

Silver with a small heart pendant on it 

“Eric this is so cute but you didn’t have to buy me something to confess to me” you blush, heart feeling so full it could burst 

“I know but I thought it would help” his smile is so bright and warm

He helps you put on the necklace and the night ends with you falling asleep cuddled into his arms admiring the view 

#tbz #the boyz #eric #tbz eric #eric fluff #tbz fluff #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagine #the boyz fic

[thorsstorms]

Savior Pt. 4

Thor x Reader

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: After saving you from an attack on NYE, Thor can't forget about you. He wants to be near you, to get to know you, to be in your everyday life.

Warnings: kissing. slight angst.

Masterlist

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

We were ready to go past security at the airport and it was already 7:45. Thor still wasn’t here yet. I kept telling them to wait, that he would show up. The the matter of fact was, I didn’t know if he would show up. After all I don’t know him that well, but I thought well enough to know he was loyal. He wouldn’t say he would come while not planning on it, right? I looked around in circles watching all entrances. Waiting to catch a glimpse of his tall form over all the others here.

“(Y/n)..” Lauren looked at me with sad eyes.

“No, he said he would come.” I snapped back at her, already feeling anxious. We started to drift towards the long security line, maybe he would show up while I was still in line. 

Nothing. I tried to not let my emotions show. I kind of feel stupid after waiting for him. I felt stupid for thinking that I could have been something more to him. My emotions consumed my thoughts and I didn’t even realize we were sat at the terminal. It was now 8:10 and they are starting the boarding process. We were in zone 4, so we probably had ten more minutes before boarding. I watched out the windows. The morning was rainy. I could see the dark clouds looming over the airport, threatening to pour any second. As soon as I stepped into the on boarding tunnel, I could hear the rain padding against the metal. We stepped on the plane, and started down the tight rows to our seats farther towards the back of the plane. Of course we’re sat so far back where it’s the loudest. I sat down in the window seat with Lauren next to me, then Anthony in the aisle seat. My mother was sat a few rows ahead of us. I stared out the window at the pouring rain and watched as the clouds lit up with silent lightning. We were sat on the tarmac for about 20 minutes before a loud boom of thunder erupted from the sky. The pilot immediately came over the intercom saying that they will have to wait till the storm passes because of being struck by lightning during take off could be dangerous.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to plug in my headphones and watch a movie that I previously downloaded. I briefly took my phone off the airplane mode option because we weren’t taking off yet. A few text messages started to come through now that I was connected the LTE again. I didn’t recognize the number, but I proceeded to unlock my phone and open them. My eyes scanned over the words and my heart skipped a beat. I grabbed Lauren’s arm quickly and tightly with my phone free hand, but my gaze stayed locked on my phone screen trying to read the messages. Her attention was now directed towards me and my grip on her forearm.

“Ow, what?” She yelped, frustrated from her conversation with Anthony.

“Lauren it’s him. The storm! It’s Thor,” I told her finally meeting her eyes. She looked at me confused before I showed her my phone screen. The texts were Thor saying that government officials showed up at the Stark tower and put it on lock down till they finished an official debriefing of the events on NYE, and came up with a game plan. In the text it explained that it continued into the morning because Tony was very Stubborn and won't cooperate. This was his way of getting my attention. Before I knew it my blind happiness was clicking the ‘Call’ icon. It rang once before it answered with an urgent hello.

“(Y/N) have you left yet? I’m sorry,” I could hear his apology was real.

“You are making it a bit hard to do so,” I said giggling, completely forgetting that I was just feeling betrayed by his absence this morning. I looked out the window as a loud clap of thunder shook the skies. I smiled into the phone, once again feeling speechless because of him. “You are so extra Thor.”

“I must make it up to you. I will come to you when you get settled at your home. Okay?�� Thor said reassuring me that he will go the extra mile to see me. I repeated ‘okay’ quietly. Looking down at my hand in my lap, picking at my nails. I could feel Lauren’s eyes boring into the side of my head. I lifted my head and glanced to her giving her a look to wait a minute before she starts asking questions.

We were silent a for a minute, before I reminded him that I cant leave if he keeps up with this storm.

“Oh, you are right.” I watched out the window and the rain slowed to a stop, no longer seeing the clouds light up. I heard the pilot come over the intercom a few moments later telling all passengers and flight attendants to prepare for take off.

“I have to go now Thor.” I spoke into the phone. He started to say something back, but the engines turned on and picked up speed. They grew very loud and I just said into the phone, “I’ll text you when we land, goodbye.” And hung up.

I looked again to my friend next to me and gave her a shy smile. She just rolled her eyes at me snuggled into Anthony’s arm when the plane started to slowly move toward the runway. I settled into my own seat, leaning my head against the window. I plugged in my headphones again and turned on some music to try and drown out the sound of the rumbling engines.

I woke up by Lauren ripping out my earphones and I heard the Captain say we are to be landing soon. I straightened up in my seat and lifted it back into an upright position and tied up my earphones in my bag that was now shoved under the seat in front of me. I double checked my seatbelt, and looked out the window. You could see everything. Not a cloud insight. I could see clearly everything below us. I felt relief flood over me at the sight of my home state. Vowing to myself and then vocally to Lauren next to me that it’s going to be awhile before I go on  another trip. And if I do, it’ll be at a beach.  

We landed smoothly, or as smooth as it can be, and proceeded through the lines to exit. We followed the crowd towards baggage claim. My brother was the one to pick us up and gave me a crushing hug when he saw us. He’s younger than me, but 6’4 and solid muscle. He may only be 18 but he definitely didn’t look it. He and Anthony loaded our bags in the bed, and then we all hopped in the truck. I was definitely not without struggle.

After a quick 10 minute drive we arrived out our house and Lauren and Anthony immediately took off to go home. My brother was kind enough to grab our bags from the truck while my mother helped me inside the house. As soon as I was sitting, I grabbed my phone and quickly sent a message to the number Thor had text me from saying I was home. I looked around my house from my seat on the couch and was so glad to be home. The feeling of arriving to your house after a long vacation, or in this case a short but insane vacation, is indescribable.

My mother went to her room to do her own thing, and make some calls about our safe arrival. I looked down at my phone waiting for a text to come through from his end but nothing was happening. I turned on Grey's Anatomy on Netflix to pass time. Throughout the rest of the evening we had visitors pop in and out of the house, some family and some family friends, all coming to see that I was alive and well. It was nice to see everyone, but my mind never cleared of my phone in my pocket. I was hyper aware of every ding that came from it, immediately grabbing at it and ferociously looking to see what it was. Many were texts and tweets to me saying they were glad I was back safe. I began to grow impatient with his lack of response.

Around 8 PM I decided to send another. It said that I was getting tired from our day of travel and was going to bed soon, I hope to hear from him. I sent it and hobbled to my room with my crutches. My dog was following behind me.

As soon as my head hit the pillow I was already feeling extremely tired. My emotions for the day were a whirlwind. I was anxious and upset, then ecstatic and relieved, and now confused. I tried to clear my mind of Thor. I tried to dream up a million excuses as to why he hadn’t text back yet, but none seemed to fit.

-

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since I returned from New York. Today I was getting my full cast removed, and it was going to be replace with a boot and a knee brace for extra support, as well as starting physical therapy.

I waited for Thor to text back for three weeks. I finally got a bit worried and decided to call the phone at the Stark tower. A man picked up after the phone system let me through to Thor’s Quarters, but it wasn’t him.

“Who is this?” I asked curiously. My heart was beating fast and my head didn’t know what to think.

“Uh, Sam. Who is this?” The voice retaliated.

“My name is (y/n). Um.. is Thor there?” I was confused as to why he answered the phone.

“Oh no, I heard this phone ring from across the hall, but he went back to Asgard a while ago.” I don't know what came over me, but my immediate reaction was to hang up the phone. My eyes opened wide realizing I just hung up on the person that could answer my questions, but I was scared to come to terms. I stared at the phone in my hand as if it were a foreign object. I dropped it on to my bed, not wanting to even be near it. My head was spinning so fast, I felt nauseous. Of course he went back to Asgard. Why would he take the time to stay here when it’s not his home? I sat down at my desk and just looked at my phone laying there. I felt tears spring up to my eyes but I’ll be damned if I left them fall over a guy. I know better than to get attached to a guy I had just briefly met. I let myself wallow in my defeat, feeling stupid, for about an hour.

My mind went through a couple stages. Denial, there’s no way he would just forget about me so fast. Anger, he lied to me. Depression, was I not good enough to have him stick around? Of course not. He was a god. And then Acceptance, I cannot change what has happened or what decisions were made, only learn to move on from it. Regardless, the heartache I felt was horrible.

I stood up from my desk chair and wiped under my eyes where stubborn tears had fallen against my will. I vowed to myself to not let this ruin my myself. I don’t need someone to depend on or spend every minute with. I have been doing things on my own for a very long time now, my head just drifted to far down the line with him in mind.

The next week I started my spring semester in college. I engulfed myself in my school work, and my full time job as a nanny. Between the kids and school work, there wasn’t much time for thinking about men. He managed to stay off my mind for a while. My mother warned everyone that came in contact with me not to bring up New York. Of course there were random news broadcasts about the Avengers and their most recent missions, but none ever mentioned Thor’s name. He really must have left.

I was a couple weeks into the semester and sitting in my Nutrition course writing notes from a lecture. My professor liked to keep the door open, but I get so distracted easily it made it a bit harder for me with people walking by.

A loud group of friends were walking by and caught my attention. They were talking loudly with no regard for classes in the hallway that were in session. I turned my head to look out the door at them.

“Did you see ‘em,” one girl asked.

“No, I’m going down there now to see if he’s still there. I want a picture with him!” Another girl said. They started to walk further away but I could still catch their loud voices.

“What the hell is an Avenger doing in OKC anyway?” My blood ran cold and my pen dropped from my fingers. I felt the blood drain from my face.

‘There’s no way,’ I thought to myself. After thinking about it for a minute I turned back towards the front of the classroom with a urgent look on my face. If he’s really here, he must be getting attacked by college students. He would stand out like a sore thumb. I made eye contact with my professor who was now looking at me, eyeing me. He gave me an ‘are you okay?’ look and I just panicked again. As quietly and as quickly as I could, I gathered my things and stood up from my table. I sent him an apologetic look but he just waved me off as I walked out the door. While speed walking down the hall and down the stairs I pulled out my car keys from my backpack and secured my phone in my pocket. I came into the main building and examined my surroundings. There was a gathering group of people by the coffee shop, not to far from the main entrance doors. I pinpointed the Asgardian stretching tall among the others. Luckily, he wasn’t drawing to much attention because he was in regular clothing. He was stood there looking in circles around the group of students just smiling politely and saying hello over and over, probably enjoying the attention.

I was stood frozen at the bottom of the stairway watching what was happening. I was in a strong trance watching this until a group of guys coming down from the stairs bumped into me, sending my keys flying. They gave me a short and quick, ‘sorry about that,’ but otherwise ignored me because they were to focused on the out-of-place Avenger.

I quickly grabbed my keys from the ground and stalked toward the growing crowd. I had to shove a few people out of the way, but otherwise it was pretty easy to get to him. His back was now facing me, probably overwhelmed with so many people.

With no time to contemplate my actions, I quickly grabbed his hand and yanked it in my direction. I felt his rough callused hands resist against my small hands. He snapped his head in my direction. I didn’t even turn to look at his reaction. Instead I pulled him out from the crowd by his arm, and immediately headed for the doors leading to the parking lot. My legs were moving fast, speed walking to the exit. I could hear his slower footsteps following suit behind me.

“(Y/n)! I have come to see you as soon as time allowed it.” I heard his words behind me. I ignored him and continued to pull him towards the parking lot. I felt his hand give mine a tight squeeze as I opened the doors to the outside. His hand on mine felt amazing. I couldn’t deny the heat that flowed through my body when I touched him. Without slowing my steps I turned my body sideways to look at him. Anger consumed my thoughts.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Coming here like that?” I thought it was incredibly stupid of him. He could have waited till I got home. I didn’t wait for his reaction. I let go of his hand that had returned the tight grip. We made it to the truck. I hopped in the drivers side and started it while he opened the passenger door and just stood there looking at me. Frustrated I turned my head towards him and sternly told him to get in. After he closed the door, I looked towards him. Thankfully I was driving this my brothers truck today, I don’t think he would fit in my own car with out his head touching the roof and knees in the dash.

“Where have you been.” I spoke shortly. My face showed anger, but my heart felt urgency. My heart was begging for an answer that made sense. My arm rested on the center counsel and his hand came to rest on mine. I picked up my arm to pull it away, but he pulled it back to him to interlace his fingers with mine. I succumbed to his actions, loving the feeling anyway.

He looked at me with despair. He knew what he put me through I could see it in the look on his face. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of my hand while he gathered his words.

“Asgard needed me.” He looked at me gauging my reaction, and when I didn’t give him one he continued. “The beings that attacked New York. During the battle I injured their leader. And they sought revenge on me by threatening my people.” I could see he was telling the truth. His shoulders tense and a pained look on his face at the thought of Asgard attacked under his rule. “It took awhile to take care of.” He looked up at me, meeting my eyes. I immediately felt bad for being selfish. He saw my face change to sympathy but he quickly denied my feelings.

“But that is no excuse for my lack of response. I should have sent you a message at least. It was unfair of me.” He finished again looking shamefully down towards the floor boards.

“Thor..” I started, but didn’t know what to say. “Your people needed you. I understand that,” Accepting his reasoning. His eyes raised to mine. His beautiful irises captivating my consciousness.

“Can I kiss you now?” He said with a hopeful tone.

“I’d like that,” I replied leaning in to meet his lips. His lips molded with mine for the first time in a long time. A shock wave ran through my body at his passionate touch. His hand came up to my jaw, elbow resting on the center counsel that was dividing us. He deepened the kiss, his tongue fighting against my own. I could feel his remorse. A stray tear escaped my eye and I didn't even know I was crying till I tasted the salty drop. Thor pulled away, but kept me close.

“Why the tears my love?” He said gently wiping his thumb across my cheek. No more tears followed, but my chest felt lightweight at his presence. I turned to rest my head on his shoulder while him arms snakes across my back in a side hug.

“I just missed you.” I spoke simply. I enjoying the feeling of him and his embrace. We both looked up from each other out the windshield. There were two students standing there staring at us, one with their phone out. When they saw we were looking, Thor gave them an annoyed face and they scurried off. I giggled to myself at how innately protective he was. I sat up straight and put the truck in reverse.

“Where to now my love.” He ask curiously. He watched my movements with caution as I operate the vehicle, not understanding quite how it works yet.

“We, are going home.” I replied heading out of the overcrowded parking lot.

#Thor #thor odinson #thor imagine #thor series #thor fan fic #marvel #avengers #thor x reader #thor fic #thor oneshot

[iamsonyeondone]

not so tough // lee chan

♥ college!au

♥ slight angst and fluff!!!

♥ 2.1k words

♥ requested :  Hi bby! I thought you'd may like some other seventeen members to write for so could I request an angst with happy fluff ending chan? Thanks you and keep up the amazing works ily~

chan has a habit of keeping up a strong facade, especially as the oldest in his family

and sometimes his group of friends have an effect on him to break down those walls

but even those instances dont come so often and yet he’s still strong enough to hold it in

or at least for now

you’ve known him for at least three years and all of it started with a very cliche moment of knocking into each other, more than once and quite literally

you had just gotten your exams over and done with and had decided to treat yourself to something sweet at the campus’s cafe

after ordering a small slice of cake, you turned around to head back to your seat until hot liquid poured all over your blouse, scalding you a little in the process

“oh god i’m so sorry,” a tall figure apologizes to you profusely, bringing out napkins from the counter while his friend instinctively took his hoodie off of himself

“he’s a little clumsy but i hope this hoodie will do,” the shorter one apologizes on his behalf as he gives you the hoodie but you were quick to refuse

“its not like i have anywhere else to go, and it’s not as warm with the ac on,” you muster up a smile, even though your skin was burning under your shirt

“either way, it’ll make us look like the biggest idiots for not helping you out. take it, i have more than just one hoodie,” he grin, his strong resolve to give you his hoodie was undefeatable

“if you say so. what’s your name? or maybe your number? so i can at least give it back,” and maybe your high five-ing yourself for taking this cute boy’s number with the best opportunity, fetching out your phone 

“here, let me put in my number,” he quickly types it in and gives it back

“lee chan? i guess we’ll see each other soon,” you chuckle, thanking him once more for the sweet gesture as you went to the washroom to change

“so our little baby finally asked out a girl?” mingyu teased chan, nudging him in the ribs

“for once i thank god for making you this tall clumsy giant,” he shook his head but the smile on his face never wavers

but the second time you guys meet wasnt as soon as you had thought it would be

once your grades had been keyed in, you couldnt help but forget about the cute boy’s number, a little disappointed at the fact that it wasnt up to your expectations

with a sigh, you decided it would be best to just walk it off, and get some fresh air from being so cooped up in your dorm and lecture rooms

the park near your dorm was peaceful and calming, the harmonization of the cicadas as well as the chilly breeze made it worthwhile

you were too busy admiring the night sky with your earphones plugged in to notice a figure bulldozing your way

the both of you collide, falling to the rough pavement as you rubbed your butt

just as you were about to apologize, a familiar face sits on the opposite side of you

but you dont see a smile on that face, or that reassuring aura he exuded that day

instead you him curled up in a different hoodie, tears streaming down his face, making his eyes turn blood-shot red and the tip of his nose reddening 

“lee chan?” you dont even realize your voice coming out as a whisper, his vulnerable state having such a big effect on you

you dont even get up from the floor and instead, sat with your legs crossed, holding his hand cautiously

“what’s wrong?” you whisper once more, this time drawing circles with your thumb on the top of his palm

but that only urged him to bawl his eyes out even more

he must have kept it in for a long time, you thought

without another word, you sat beside him and wrapped an arm over his shaking shoulders

after a few minutes, chan’s sobs turn into sniffles and you chuckle as you take another look at him

“i didnt want our second meeting to be this way, but i guess you look pretty cute with rudolph’s nose,” you tease a little as a small smile threaten to adorn his face

“me neither, i might even have planned it out,” he chuckled, still sniffling every once in a while

“plan? for what?” you scoff and even when your arm still remain on his shoulders, it didnt feel right to remove it from him - it’s still pretty cold y’know

“to take you out on a date? what else would i do? ask you to take a survey?” he raised a brow, and the apples of your cheeks turn bright pink and your glad the night was dark enough to hide them

“then i should have remembered to text you if it was going to be that way. but we’re here now, besides, what’s up?” you question, a topic you were a little hesitant on asking but something told you it was for the best

“its nothing-”

“if it was nothing we wouldn’t be here right now with your snot all over the place,” it was your turn to tease him now, making chan scoff in disbelief

“i guess i’m a little stressed out. personal matters and work. it’s all piling up and i guess i bottled it for too long,” he sighed, bringing his knees to his chest

“you dont have anyone to talk about this?” 

“i,,, do actually. but i’m sure they’ve got their own problems to fuss over. they’re always taking care of me too so i couldn’t make them hold the burden of my own problems,” he chuckled in embarrassment

“of course everyone has their own problems, silly. but we all still confide in someone right? then if you don’t confide in them, why not talk to me? i dont have all the time in the world but its 2018 we’ve got phones,” you giggled, quickly typing into your phone

as chan’s phone dinged with a new notification, you pat his back once more

“look, now you have my phone number too so you can always tell me whenever you have a problem. and maybe also remind me about your hoodie,” you smiled while chan chuckled at your first text message

‘for the cute boy with the red nose’

and the both of you had been close ever since

there were times that you would take the time out of your day to walk at the same park, to spill all the details about your day or to simply hang out

sometimes you would leave silly voice messages to cheer him up or simply things that reminded you of him

like the otter miniature you saw at a toy store or the time when you took a picture of a deer and drew a red nose on it

and chan would keep reminding you to give him back the hoodie

and you lowkey really want to keep it forever because its super comfy

“you told me to remind you to give it back but its been a whole year and its still at your dorm,”

“you cant blame me for liking a perfectly comfortable hoodie that smells a little like you,”

and chan actually also secretly likes it when you take a selfie with the hoodie on because you look extremely cute in it

like damn, he would give you all the hoodies in the world if you looked thaT cute with it on

and its just constant teasing and flirting between the two of you even though nothing really announces the both of you being officially together

and your scared to even mention it because you’re afraid you’re thinking things a bit too far

although holding his hand all the time and not only when his sad sounds like heaven and just,, snuggling with him?? whenever you want to too??

you’re afraid that you’re the only one thinking about it

but hOOO boi

chan has been thinking about placing kisses all over your cute face and seeing you in all his hoodies and just showering you with all the love that he has

because he has never really had someone to break him out of his shell, and for you to have that ability all the time honestly scares him too

because what if you dont want things to go further either? to take the next step

it’s been three years now ever since the both of you knocked into each other at the park

and ever since then, the both of you have been attached at the hip

you even got to know chan’s family as well as his group of friends which you still recognized one of them who towered them all

all of them loved you and secretly knew about the constant love eyes that appeared whenever chan mentioned you

jeonghan may or may not have threatened you about taking care of chan, but once he actually got to know you, he’s been fawning over you too ever since

which also meant that he might have told you things about chan whenever you werent around

like the way he kept showing your selfies to the others because he thought you looked like a cute kitten

or when he kept mentioning you whenever they went out together

and maybe also about the time chan had finally decided to tell the others about his problems too instead of relying on only you

because he knows how hard life can get for you especially with the numerous secrets you have only told him

and that was a wake up call you never new you needed

with that information, you planned to tell him the next time you and chan met at the park, where the both of you could be alone

and when chan finally suggested to take a walk through facetime, you enthusiastically agreed and slipped on his hoodie, although his scent was no longer there

when chan sees you with the familiar apparel, he laughs into the quiet night, his laughter making butterflies flutter in your stomach

“you’re finally giving this back to me? why? is it because he doesnt smell like me anymore?”

and youre caught off guard, eyes widening as your mouth failed to form sentences

“you’re making it seem like i have super powers when you cant even whisper without me hearing,” he chuckled ruffling your head

as the both of you walked side by side, catching up with each other and telling about each other’s day

you bathed in the feeling of comfort and serenity and you just knew being right by his side was a safe haven you never asked for but needed

“chan?” you call out to him, digging your hands deeper into the pockets as he hummed in reply

“i... i really want to thank you for being my friend, for being here for me and doing dumb stuff with me all the time. I couldn’t ask for someone better,” you giggled, looking back up to him

chan’s heart race at the sight, the way your eyes twinkled looking AT him

he was the reason for you to look this happy, and it felt like he was walking on cloud nine, like he became the president of south korea

“of course i would do dumb shit with you, you’re entitled to being my friend after you saw me have that mental breakdown,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

“but i dont want to be just a friend,” you spoke up, stopping in your tracks as chan did so too, his heart running a mile per minute

“t-then what do you want to be?” he questioned, looking right back at you now, his arm letting go of you only to hold your hand again

“i want- will you be my boyfriend-” without another word, chan hugs you tight and places a soft kiss onto your forehead

“you beat me to it,” he laughed, euphoria washing over him as he swayed the both of you from side to side

he wouldnt stop laughing, nuzzling his face into your neck while you hugged his waist tightly

“so...can i take this hoodie instead?” you asked him, a mischievous grin on your face

“as long as you’re with me, you can take any hoodie of mine,”

chan soon learnt the immense regret for saying that, but who cares when the love of your life gives you the best cuddles, am i right?

#svt #seventeen #kpop #imagine #writing #scenario #fanfic #fanfiction #reader #reader insert #x reader #bulletpoint scenario #17 #pledis #lee chan #dino

[amaralanegra]

Into the Abyss (and back into you)

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Chapter 1:  First Day

Pairings: A LOT

Warnings: none atm

Summary: After being rescued, child soldier survivor Bucky Barnes tries his hardest to have a normal, ordinary high school life despite the terrors that still haunt him. One day, he receives an email that he thought would never come -- the private investigator he had hired found his mother. He has to make a plan and act quick if he doesn't want to lose her again. Sam Wilson, aspiring therapist, loves his family and his friends. After his best friend Bucky cuts off communication from their friend group, his sister goes missing. A hashtag, a social media movement, a nationwide search. But there's no trace of her. After finishing high school, Bucky contacts him once more, telling him that he knows where to find his sister. With the help of his friends, they all travel throughout the United States to find Sam's sister and Bucky's mother. And perhaps love in the way, too.

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Steve♢ is online

Erik ( ಠ ಠ) is online

Bucky ( ˘-___-) is online

Sammy is online

 Steve ♢: first day of school o(*^▽^*)o

Steve ♢: you guys excited?

Erik ( ಠ ಠ): of course

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i cant wait to finally step into that hellhole we call school

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and die.

Bucky ( ˘-__-): ^

Sammy: facts

Steve ♢: you guys…

Steve ♢: we only have this year together!

Steve ♢: we gotta enjoy it!

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): oh ill enjoy it alright

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): im always happy whenever i get home from school u know

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): its a good change from the crippling depression i feel whenever i step into those shitty gates of hell

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): did i also mention i get diabetes type fuck-school whenever i enter school

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): its life-threatening steve

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i could die

Sammy: tick tock then bitch

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): shut up sam

Steve ♢: come ooooon

Steve ♢: you'll be ok! You have me, Sam and Bucky!

Steve ♢: i honestly think this year will be great! Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): yeah

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i hope so too

Sammy: Alright Steve we'll see you at school

Sammy: I’m about to start driving now

Steve ♢: ok, see you guys! Bucky ( ˘-___-): Oh hey btw

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Don't forget to eat

Bucky ( ˘-___-): You always skip breakfast...

Bucky ( ˘-___-): At least drink orange juice

Bucky ( ˘-___-): That should help a bit

Steve ♢: yep!

Steve ♢: i won’t forget (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Good!

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): gay

Bucky ( ˘-___-): I meant that in the most heterosexual way possible

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): when do you ever

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): remember that time you pulled down Steve’s pants while we were at the pool high af

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): because i do

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and his ass...

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): it haunts me

Steve ♢: i tend to have that effect on people.

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i haven’t been able to sleep since then Steve

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): you monster

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Erik hurry up we’re already waiting outside

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): dont you fucking try to change the subject

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): remember that time you pole danced and strip teased when you were drunk out of your mind

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): because i do

Steve ♢: but that happened last month

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and yet it feels like an eternity

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Why can’t you guys forget the embarrassing shit I do for like once in your lives.

Sammy: cuz it was fucking hilarious thats why LMFAO I think I still have those polaroid pics somewhere

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): n cuz that’s what friends do

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): and apparently for you friendship is also traumatizing me with steves bare ass and your slutty pole dancing

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i’ve had night terrors ever since

Steve ♢: lol

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Erik. hurry up. before I go in there. and beat you. in the face and ass.

Bucky ( ˘-___-): We’re already late. Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): aw

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): come on you know that my hair takes long

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): shit i should be a model for l'oreal

Sammy: we’re leaving

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): okokokok im going out

Steve ♢: lol be careful

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): we will try

Bucky ( ˘-___-): See you Steve!

Steve ♢: byeee

 Steve ♢ is offline

Bucky ( ˘-___-) is offline

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is offline

Sammy is offline

 “About time,” Bucky says as he reclines in his seat and pulls down his beanie with a huff, almost fully covering his eyebrows. Sam looks at the backseat through the rearview mirror as Erik lazily opens the door and sits on the middle of the backseat with a groan, his black hoodie still pulled up and hiding half his face.

“Sorry.” Erik says, sounding annoyed and not sorry at all. Both boys can hear the loud trap music coming from one bud of his gold earphones while the other hangs low down his neck. He leans back and closes his eyes, already looking drained of energy before the day even starts. “There was a problem.”

Sam starts his car while keeping both of his hands on the steering wheel, “What happened?” he asks.

“Is Valentina okay?” Bucky also asks, peeking at him over his shoulder.

Erik rolls his eyes at him. “The goddamn cat is fine.” He sighs and sinks further into his seat. “Nah. Do y'all remember my cousin?” Erik taps Bucky’s shoulder to make him fully turn around, as though he wants him to see the pain in his eyes as he speaks. “The one in Wakanda? Annoying, quiet, and thinks he’s better than everybody else?”

Bucky wrinkles his nose in confusion and looks to the side as he tries to remember, but comes up empty. He shrugs.

“Ah,” Sam says, nodding. “Yes, I remember you fondly telling us about him.”

“Well,” Erik says, putting extra emphasis on the word by rolling his eyes once again. “He moved here. Has been at my house all summer. And I have to share my room with him.”

Bucky nods in silent understanding and Sam keeps driving in silence, expecting Erik to continue talking about how his life is full of struggles. But instead Erik sits there with his arms crossed, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips forming a pout like a child. Bucky would call him cute, but starting his morning with a black eye isn’t on his to-do list.

“And um,” Bucky starts, uncertainty in his voice. “That's it?”

“That is it.” Erik scoffs, sliding further into his seat. “I don't want to share my room with him. Shit, I don't want to share it with anyone! Both him and my little cousin, Shuri, are here. They are filthy fucking rich, I don’t get why they gotta live with us.”

Bucky frowns and nods, trying to understand his unique situation. Sam instead feels the need to nervously scratch the back of his neck, but he doesn't want to let go of the steering wheel thanks to his road anxiety preventing him from even looking away. They know that Erik’s mom has been in a… feud of sorts with Erik’s paternal uncle. Erik wasn’t too specific of course, but they remember it made him upset enough to cry. And while they know he’s a soft guy under all the tough facade he puts on – he can’t say he doesn’t cry when watching the pet adoption commercials (“they are all alone, and sad, and the music doesn’t help, you assholes! Stop laughing!”) or that he doesn’t sing his heart out to the opening of his favorite anime – they also know that Erik loves his father, and he loves his mother, but one of them is gone and he has been too overprotective over the only one left. Erik’s hatred for his uncle has not stopped growing since that fight with his mom.

Remembering this, both boys feel an ache in their chest for their friend, wanting nothing more but to make him smile again.

Bucky is not much of a touchy person, so when he stretches to place his hand on Erik’s knee and shakes it in silent comfort, it doesn’t go overlooked. Erik smiles at him, and when he looks to the side of Bucky he sees Sam looking at him intensely.

“What?” He spats out on impulse under the sharp scrutiny.

Sam blinks once, twice, and finally he speaks. “You’re a better person than that old man is, you know.” He slowly says in that therapeutic, soothing voice of his, causing Erik to pause. “You’re a better person than your cousin, who didn’t stand up for you or your dad. You're kind, and you care so much. You— you're not afraid to fight for what's right. You’re way better than them, Erik, don’t you forget that, okay?”

Looking at him with wide eyes, Erik then slowly smiles, thankful for his best friend’s words. It might not fix it all, but it helps, even if just a little bit. He will be caught dead before he ever admits that, though, so instead he says ‘that’s kinda gay’ and laughs when Sam tells him to get the hell out of his car.

“We're here anyways!” He yells out, laughter still present in his voice.

Sam frantically locks his car and rushes to catch up with Erik and Bucky as both argue excitedly about an anime episode that streamed the night before. “Can one of y’all speak English, please?” He pushes them apart to be in the middle of them. “Or Patwah? Me kno ou to speak dat at least.”

Erik playfully elbows him and answers him with that smugness his teachers hate. “Amabini anokudlala oko umdlalo, uyazi,” he answers back, which makes Sam smile brightly and whisper ‘alright, okay, alright’ while elbowing him back.

Bucky, though, smiles and just watches their friendly bickering, finally feeling at home. He missed this feeling. He missed them both so much.

Somehow, they're already in front of their lockers, all three of them stopping together in order starting from Bucky to Sam to Erik. In fact, that’s how they met in middle school. They happened to have been assigned lockers right next to each other when school first started; Erik arrived first and mistook his locker for Sam’s, and when Sam got there Erik wouldn’t let him get close to it. They almost got into a fistfight until they both saw Bucky trying to open the locker they were both fighting for.

Of course, after all three of them were sent to the principal's office, they’ve been best friends ever since.

Erik starts to fumble with his lock, reciting the combination under his breath like he always does with important things he has to remember, until he hears Bucky whisper to Sam to turn around and look.

“Okoye! Koko!” The voice of some girl catches their attention. They turn their eyes to the row of lockers in front of them to see Okoye ‘Koko’ Milaje turn to her girlfriend just in time to catch her as she throws herself at her. Her girlfriend, Nakia, excitedly throws her arms around her middle, burying her face in her girlfriend’s chest. She says something that only Okoye can hear because she laughs brightly, leans down, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

Sam smiles at Bucky, who smiles back at him and says “girls” as though that explains everything and turns to focus on opening his locker. From the corner of his eye he quickly realizes that only two people stop to stare at the couple, and only one looks like they’re disgusted… though they don’t do anything about it, instead opting to turn away from them. Good, Sam thinks. He doesn't have the time for that bullshit so early in the morning. He turns to mention it to Erik, and his friend’s expression is not the annoyed one he expected for witnessing the kiss since he says to hate ‘corny romantic bullshit’ (which is a lie, because he once caught him intensely watching a telenovela in the middle of history class) but instead his expression is just one of...pain.

Sam frowns, confused. Pain...?

“So that’s why he’s here…” Erik whispers, looking away from them.

Bucky peeks over his shoulder and turns to Erik while Sam orderly puts his belongings inside his locker, who is still looking at Erik from the corner of his eye. “Who?” Bucky asks.

“Huh?” Erik stops harshly throwing his books inside his locker to look at him askew. He comes back to himself soon enough though, and he quickly closes his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh. “No, nothing. I was just talking to myself.”

Both Bucky and Sam look at each other, and suddenly, they feel the need to ask him about it again because the troubled look on their friend’s face bothers them, but the ring of the school bell interrupts before either of them can say anything.

“Well, gotta go.” Erik sighs irritably, slamming his locker door closed. “See y’all later – ah, wait. Both of you have art first period, right? With, uh, Ms. Minako?” He asks.

Sam nods. “Yeah, why?”

“Okay, so, my cousin.” Erik says, adding an eyeroll for extra measure. “He’s coming to our school.” Sam and Bucky both raise their eyebrows in surprise, and Erik nods. “Yeah, he’s gonna come to school here, sadly. For some fucking reason. Anyways, he’s probably going to be late since his dumb ass didn’t wake up on time ‘cuz he was busy moping around and I wasn't going to wait for him. He’s in the same class as y’all, I believe, so if y'all could, you know, show him around… or whatever… I’d be… uh,” he coughs into his fist. “I, uh, I’d appreciate it. Seriously.” His voice turns quieter and softer as he finishes, eyes cast away. He leans from one side to another on his heels like he always does when he’s impatient or nervous.

Bucky raises an eyebrow and decides to tease him. “Hold up,” he quickly leans over him, causing Erik to step back. “You’re asking us for a favor?”

“And does that mean you actually care about your cousin?” Sam asks, wrapping his arm around Erik’s shoulder to join in on teasing him too.

Of course, it’s a trick question. Both Bucky and Sam already know that Erik cares a lot about his family (except for his uncle) and that includes his so called ‘frigid ass cousin’, despite… current events. Erik is simply not an openly affectionate person and he would never admit that he’s not the ‘cold-hearted ass bitch’ he claims to be. He would rather dump all of his anime-inspired clothing than admit to having any sort of normal human feelings whatsoever.

“Fuck off!” He yells, pushing Sam off him as Sam laughs at his little tantrum, and Erik is suddenly thankful that his brown skin masks the heat rising to his cheeks. “Just – will you do it or not?!”

“Sure,” Bucky smiles. “He’s uh, quiet—”

“Full of himself—” Sam adds.

“Aaaand he’s annoying. Not hard to spot.” Erik scoffs.

Sam laughs and waves him goodbye. “Okay, you should go before you’re late.”

The smaller teen nods and turns around to head to his class, the sound of his boot heels echoing in the empty halls. While they walk towards their art class, Sam wonders what kind of person Erik’s cousin is and if he's as much of a jerk as Erik makes him out to be. Is he just as grumpy as Erik? Just as smart? Does he also say what’s on his mind without a filter? Does he smile? Is he just as direct? Does he care as deeply, but doesn’t show it? Is he just as soft when he wants to be?

… And is he straight?

“Good morning, Sam! Hello, James!” Ms. Minako welcomes them as they enter her room. “You guys are late.” She’s sitting on the same table as the rest of the students there, with a bunch of different colorful objects laid on it.

“Good morning, ma’am.” Sam greets her, Bucky greeting her too with a wave of his own as they make their way to the farthest seats at the other end of the table. Sam sets his backpack to his right with a pleased hum, while his best friend sits to his left and he takes comfort in the fact that nobody will sit by his right side. There’s plenty of other empty seats around so maybe he’ll have some peace of mind this year (last year he had the misfortune of being seated next to Tony fucking Stark). Besides, it’s not like anyone would decide to sit next to Bucky either, because last year the girl that did so ended up being his designated art partner… and let’s just say… not that many people can handle Bucky’s emotional outbursts. So, it’s a win-win that he gets to be with his best friend. Bucky can be a little weird, he won’t lie. But he knows his friend, he knows who he is, he knows his life and he knows what really happened during those years (news media be damned), so he's more than happy to deal with this so called 'trouble kid’ of the school. They don't know him like he does.

Ms. Minako checks them off the attendance list with a smile and counts the class again. It seems there’s students missing, judging from her confused face and her nervous pencil tapping. “Well, I guess most of you are here. Only two students are absent—”

As if on cue there’s a knock on the door, suddenly halting all talk.

“Oh! Must be the new student!” Ms. Minako declares cheerfully. Sam twists anxiously in his seat, leaning over to see who it is. Is it him…? “Open the door for him, please.”

One of the students next to her stands up and opens the door, returning to her seat quietly. From his spot, Sam can see him stride in.

The first thing he notices is his hair, his short fro perfectly shaped and adorning his face like a crown. His clothes look like they are from a quality brand -- elegant, but simple. Sam’s eyes go back up to his face and he finds warm brown eyes staring right back at him. He jumps slightly in his seat and feels his face warm up at getting caught staring, but Erik’s cousin doesn’t seem to mind because he smiles instead, winking at Sam with a tilt of his head.

Sam swiftly turns his eyes to his lap, repeating in his mind ‘STARE AT THE TABLE STARE AT THE TABLE STARE AT THE TABLE’ as he fidgets with a strand of his shirt. This definitely wasn’t on his to-do list either.

He winked at me?!

“Yo,” Bucky whispers to him. “Was it just me or did he wink at me?”

Sam blinks. “I thought he winked at me,” he whispers back.

“... Maybe at both of us? Probably you, though. I’m a mess.” He sighs, laying his head down on the table.

Sam snickers, playfully dragging Bucky’s long wavy hair to cover his face. “You wouldn’t look a mess if you used a damn brush, you lightskin 2-b Rapunzel.”

Bucky flips him off.

From across their seats he hears a couple of girls commenting on the new student’s appearance, one in particular making colorful comments in Spanish to her twin. Sam can recognize her voice without looking. Her name’s Chal, and her sister’s name is Ime. They all hang out together occasionally since their mom is good friends with his mom. They usually play video games when good ones come out and sometimes decide to have some impromptu language classes – the twins teach him Spanish, and Sam tries to teach them Patois, and they more or less manage to learn a couple of words since they use most of their learning time laughing hysterically at each other’s accents instead.

“El diablo,” Chal whispers to Ime. “Papasito… que guapo, no?”

Handsome. Sam hates that he understood that. Seems like those Spanish classes they gave him paid off.

Ime laughs and nods, saying something else to her sister’s ear. Chal giggles in response, patting Ime’s puffy hair bun until her sister pushes her hands away with a smile. Suddenly, Sam wishes he had a close relationship like that with his own sister, but he shakes the thought off as soon as the teacher speaks. Let’s not start the day with a gloomy thought.

“Hi!” Ms. Minako says. “You’re T.… challa... Uda… koh…?”

“T’Challa Udaku.” T'Challa smiles. “It’s okay.  Just T’Challa is fine.”

“T’Challa?” Ms. Minako tries again, with a concentrated face.

T'Challa smiles again, and nods. “That’s right.”

Chal elbows her sister, whispering loud enough for Sam to hear. “Suena Africano, no? O quizás del caribe?”

“Africano, me parece.” Ime whispers back.

“Nah, es caribeño.” Chal shakes her head.

“Africano.”

“Caribeño, coño.”

“You have a slight accent.” Ms. Minako asks T'Challa, interested. “Where are you from?”

“I am from Wakanda.” He answers.

A tiny ‘fuck!’ is heard from Chal, but only Ime and Sam seem to notice. He tries not to laugh as Ime elbows her sister in the stomach. These girls.

“New to the country or the town?”

“Both.” T'Challa laughs. “It’s a lovely town.”

If only you knew, Sam thinks, you wouldn’t be saying that. But he shakes the thought off, again, trying not to be negative… again. It’s hard to not to be a pessimist. But enough is enough. He wants to be a therapist when he grows up, goddamn it, so he needs to get it together.

“Well, T'Challa, welcome to the country! Come on, choose a seat. Let’s start the class!” Ms. Minako gestures towards all the empty seats as she checks him off the attendance sheet. T'Challa turns over where a group of loud white boys are seated together, but his eyes pass right over them. He looks at the seat next to Ime and Chal (the latter batting her eyelashes dramatically, making T'Challa smile) and considers it, until he looks over at the end of the table where Sam is.

There’s one empty seat right next to his.

He looks decided then, walking past everyone and stopping right next to Sam with a click of his heels. Not quite believing what’s happening, Sam can only stare at his own hands and ask to whichever god is listening to make T'Challa sit somewhere else. Next to Bucky, even. He’ll do anything. Hell, he’ll stop eating his gran’s mac and cheese! But please, god, don’t let him sit next to him. T'Challa’s too… too…

“Is this seat taken?” T'Challa’s soft voice comes from his right, and Sam makes the mistake of turning his head towards him.

… Too pretty.

T'Challa’s eyes shine like the sun, his hand resting on the table. Sam’s breath hitches as dark brown eyes lock on his. His face is a little too close for his comfort, so Sam scoots back. T’Challa tilts his head to one side in confusion, waiting for him to answer but Sam can only focus on those lovely brown eyes of his, not even caring that the silence is getting a little bit too awkward, but he just doesn’t know what to say because T'Challa’s way too close and—

Bucky elbows him in the ribs, bringing him back to earth.

“Are you feeling alright?” T'Challa’s face turns to one of worry, somehow inching even closer to Sam. “You look—”

“I’m okay!” He blurts out, laughing nervously. He looks at Bucky from the corner of his eye and sees the bastard stifling a smile. Fucker.

T'Challa’s eyes widen in surprise, waiting for him to continue. “I’m—um, the seat isn’t taken, so…” Sam's eyes slide down to the empty chair while fake coughing and pressing his lips into a thin line, trying to play it cool. Oh my god this is too embarrassing why am I acting like this.

“Alright, thank you.” T'Challa’s face lights up and Sam can’t help but smile as well, despite how nervous he feels. T'Challa drops his bag to his side and sits down gracefully on the chair with a smile. “Nice to meet you,” he says with a radiant smile, while offering his hand to him like a proper gentleman.

Sam’s brain has the decency to remember to dry his anxiously-damp hand on his jeans before he shakes T’Challa’s with an equally anxious smile. It’s kind of odd, it almost feels like they’re finishing a business meeting. Why yes, sir, I’m glad we’ve come to the mutual agreement that I’m awkward as hell, let’s shake on it. But it could be a Wakandan thing, who knows. T'Challa has a strong grip on his hand as soon as they touch, and he shakes Sam’s hand with confidence, taking Sam by surprise as the strong shake dips him forward. He has no time to be embarrassed because T'Challa smiles at him and the guy giggles as though stumbling into someone else’s personal space is charming. He lets go of Sam and instead rests his face on his hand, two fingers up to support the crown of his head.  

“What’s your name?” T'Challa asks, eyes filled with curiosity.

And it’s at this moment when there’s another knock on the door, catching everyone’s attention.

“Oh!” The teacher exclaims. “Must be the other missing student.” This time it’s her who stands up to open the door, blocking the view of Sam’s eyes to see who it is.

“You’re a bit late, mister.” She reprimands the student. “But it’s the first day, so I’ll let it slide this time, alright?”

“I appreciate it.” Says a deep, and… quite attractive masculine voice.

Ms. Minako stands to the side and shows him the way. “Come on in!”

As soon as the student enters the room he can see exactly who it is. M’Baku walks into the classroom with that confidence Sam is so jealous of, looking as handsome as ever. His dark brown skin glows despite the unflattering light of the classroom, as though M’Baku is the exception to little things like physics. His clothes, of course, always carry a Wakandan theme, showing off the beautiful African patterns and combination of colors.

Sam looks over to the twins and finds Chal fanning herself while looking at M’Baku, who suddenly has a distasteful look on his face when his eyes fall on the only acceptable empty seats in the room. The one next to Bucky, and the one next to the twins. His eyes soon fall on T’Challa, and he falters. He recovers quickly though and walks around the table to sit down right across from him – next to Bucky’s seat.

Sam’s eyes go back to T’Challa, who seems to be… frozen in place while looking at M’Baku. He gets it though. One time, he got to seat behind him in math class and every time the teacher called M’Baku’s name to mark him present, he would stand up and give Sam a great first row view of that—

“So, uh,” Bucky’s voice brings him back to earth. He turns his head towards him and sees him talking to M’Baku, who can’t look less interested. “Guess we’re art partners now, huh?”

M’Baku finally looks at him with a neutral look on his face and says, “I am lactose intolerant.”

Bucky freezes.

Sam completely loses it. He can’t help but laugh out loud, making a spectacle even though he tries his damn best to keep it in. Naturally, he attracts some of his classmates’ eyes, but he just can’t stop. He’s trying so hard, but Jesus. The look on Bucky’s face, he keeps remembering it and can’t help but laugh again.

“Mhm, keep on laughing, man. Just let it all out, you dick.” Bucky tell him as he claps Sam on the back, which only makes it worse.

Ms. Minako finally looks over at him, looking confused and quite annoyed at the noise. “Excuse me, Sam? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, Sam, are you alright?” Bucky repeats, faking the worrying tone in his voice as he scoots closer to Sam to look him right in the eye.

“Y-Yes, miss, I’m— I’m fine,” Sam tries to tell her while desperately trying to ignore Bucky’s stupid face. “Thank you. Sorry about—” and he laughs again.

“Do you need to go to the nurse, Sam?” she asks, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, Sam, do you need to go to the nurse?” Bucky repeats again with that dumb look on his face and it makes it harder for Sam to stop laughing.

“No! N-No, I’m alright. I’m so sorry, miss, please uh, please carry on.” He coughs and bites his lip, mustering all his energy into having a poker face. It doesn’t work, it just makes him look weird with his bulging eyes, tight lips and puffy cheeks… but the teacher is satisfied enough with it to let it go.

“So, uh,” Sam turns to Bucky, a smile threatening to slip past his lips but still desperately trying to look neutral. “Wanna change seats?”

Bucky licks his lips, also trying not to smile, and nods. “Yeah, that’s— yeah, let’s change seats, man.”

Once they’re at their new seats, Bucky turns to T’Challa. “Soooo, guess we’re—”

“I’m also lactose intolerant.” He tells him with a mastered poker face.

Sam lays his head down and covers his head with his arms to tone down his loud laughter, shaking and softly smacking the table with his first a couple times. Bucky can’t hold it in either, leaning forward on the table and shaking his head as he laughs with Sam. M’Baku joins in with a loud and deep ‘HAH!’ and nothing else. T’Challa smiles ever so slightly, and the sight almost makes Bucky stop, feeling charmed by his smile and the soft crinkles at the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t quite get a look at him at first, but now he understands why Sam froze when T’Challa talked to him.

Sam coughs, and looks towards T’Challa, trying to frown in order to cancel out the dumb smile on his face. “Hey man, um, do you— uh, do you… wanna change seats?” He fake coughs into his fist, and Bucky feel his lips twitch. “Or, uh, or something?” Sam bites his lip again, praying to any god that is listening to make him stop laughing.

“I don’t see why not.” T’Challa calmly answers, picking up his stuff and changing his seat with Sam.

Once they’re finally seated, Sam speaks. “Don’t worry, Buck, I got you man. I, uh, you know, I take them lactaid tablets—”

Bucky whizzes out a small laugh, and nods. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes, sir,” Sam nods as well, patting him on the back. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, you ain’t gotta worry about that.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Bucky says, smiling at him. “I know I can always count on you.”

“Nuh-uh, uh!” Sam shakes his finger on his face. “Only as long as I got my lactaid tablets,” he adds, and after a second of dead silence they both laugh loud and hard, Sam leaning on Bucky and Bucky flinching for half a second but relaxing quickly enough against Sam’s warmth.

Sam looks up at him from his shoulder. “Stop making me laugh, man, fuck. My face hurts.”

Bucky shrugs, Sam’s head moving with it. “That’s karma, asshole.”

Sam shakes his head, and closes his eyes, smiling softly. “I hate you.”

Bucky snorts. “And I hate you too, sweetheart.” Sam smacks him for that, whispering ‘gross!’ to which Bucky replies ‘but you like it!’ to which the teacher replies ‘both of you boys better shut up unless you want to be sent to the principal’s office’.

Half way through the class, their phones both vibrate at the same time, and they instantly look at each other. After making sure the teacher isn’t looking at them, they look down to check who texted them from under the table.

 Steve♢ is online

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is online

Bucky ( ˘-___-) is online

Sammy is online

 Steve ♢: hey hey hey

Steve ♢: Erik told me about his cousin!

Steve ♢: is he cool?

Sammy: …….maybe

Steve ♢: ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ i’ll get his number then!

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): steve

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): steve im begging you here

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): please dont fuck my cousin

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): p l e a s e

Steve ♢: you know, i wasn’t thinking about that

Steve ♢: but now that you mention it…

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): steve

Sammy: oh btw Erik your middle school crush is in our class

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): my middle school what now

Bucky ( ˘-___-): M’Baku. or did you forget about him already?

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): fuck off bucks

Steve ♢: wait what

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Erik had like… the biggest crush on him back in middle school

Sammy: it was kinda cute tbh he would like… talk to him about this anime he really liked. which he got m’baku to watch somehow someway

Bucky ( ˘-___-): And there was this couple in the show. Real romantic shit you know? Erik would say how M’Baku is so much like the romantic interest of the hero

Sammy: and also how Erik was so much like the hero himself

Bucky ( ˘-___-): M’Baku never got the hint though. But it was cute to watch. A bit pathetic, sure, but cute!

Sammy: and of course a funny story to tell every person he dates lmao

Steve ♢: aww Erik you sweet thing you!

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): this

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): is the worst day of my life

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): ever

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Hey do you remember that stupid song?

Sammy: which one Sammy: “M’baku and Erik sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G watching A-N-I-M-E”

Sammy: is it that one

Bucky ( ˘-___-): yeah! cute isn't he?

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): IM BLOCKING YOU

Steve ♢: lol erik that’s so cute

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): IM BLOCKING BOTH OF YOU

Steve ♢: cute cute cute

Sammy: cute lol

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is offline

Steve ♢: omg

Sammy: HE ACTUALLY LEFT LMFAOOOO

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is online

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): i forgot to say something :)

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ): FUCK YOU ALL

Bucky ( ˘-___-): Damn that’s hot

Steve ♢: i didn't know Erik was this adorable

Sammy: he aight i guess

Erik ( ಠ ಠ ) is offline

 This year is going to be fun.

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(yoonseok) - a new kind of dance

(fuckboy!hoseok/pining!yoongi)

ao3: (x) Rating: Mature Summary: In his final year of university, Min Yoongi is assigned to share a room with easy-going Jung Hoseok, which only becomes a problem when Hoseok decides on bringing back a random stranger every odd night of the week, rendering Yoongi sleepless. In a failed attempt to confront Hoseok about the loud volume of his nights of passion, Yoongi finds himself at the mercy of his own reckless desire and the way Hoseok’s body seems to know every inch of his, as if Hoseok had been studying him like he were some sort of exotic dance.

Unwilling to give in to his heart yet yearning for the feel of Hoseok’s body pressed up against his, and with Hoseok’s unwillingness to partake in a committed relationship and unable to find the pleasure he craves with no one but Yoongi, the two agree to become fuckbuddies - a mutually exclusive term to define friends who fuck. It was simple really, yet anything but. Yoongi soon comes to realise that more is at stake than his own desire; perhaps there is more to Jung Hoseok that meets the eye, and despite himself, Yoongi wants everything and more. Chapters: (1), (2)

Namjoon was early, or it was most likely that Yoongi was just late, to their regular music studio that the music department had supplied its students, along with a few other studios. Namjoon looked up from the computer as Yoongi entered and removed the earphones from his ears. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Yoongi replied and then collapsed on his chair, sighing in bemused frustration.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asked, spinning his chair to face Yoongi’s and throwing one foot on Yoongi’s knee. “Come on. You can tell me.”

Yoongi placed his hands on Namjoon’s shoe and began to work the knot out of his laces. “Nothing much. Just tired.”

“Ah,” Namjoon nodded, an amused smile playing on his face. “Is Jung hooking up again?”

“Uh huh,” Yoongi answered in a monotone and he flinched when he heard the creak of Namjoon’s chair as his whole body moved with his belly laugh. Namjoon’s foot slid out from Yoongi’s grip and his hands felt cold, and smelt vaguely like cheap plastic.

“You know, you can always crash at mine,” Namjoon offered to which Yoongi shot him a Look.

“It’ll be worse,” Yoongi deadpanned and Namjoon snorted, making no move to disagree. “I’ve heard you and ‘Jin before, and it was not pleasant. So, never again.”

Namjoon chuckled, his attention refocussing back on the project displayed on screen. “Then stay at Tae’s, or Chim’s.”

Yoongi groaned again, turned to his own computer screen that reflected his sour expression. “No. I can’t plan ahead. I don’t know his sex schedule, and when he does fuck, it’s always too late or too early for me to leave. It’ll be obvious, too.”

“So?” Namjoon questioned. “You want him to stop, don’t you? Maybe him hearing you leave will tell him something.”

Yoongi stayed silent, the thoughts brewing in his mind, before he sighed and reached to boot the system of the computer. “Maybe,” he pretended to consider. He didn’t want to admit to Namjoon the truth; after all, he didn’t really know what to make of it.

“Oh, yeah, did you check your phone? A little birdie may have told me that you got a few important messages.” Namjoon gave him an enthused smile before turning back to his project, slipping in his earphones so as to give Yoongi privacy.

With a painful wrench of his heart, Yoongi slid his phone out of his jean pocket and directed himself to his most recent contact.

 Good morning, hope you slept well <3

 Do you wanna do something later? Just the two of us?

 I haven’t seen you in so long

With guilt laden in his stomach, Yoongi set about typing a reply, pushing the events from this morning far from his mind.

 Morning

 You know you could have just called me instead of telling Joon to tell me to check my phone

The guilt didn’t erase, however, when he received a reply almost instantly.

 Hahahaha I didn’t know if you would pick up

You always go to the studio on Monday so I knew he’d be the first person to see you

 Anyway, are you free later on?

Yoongi chewed his lip, his fingers hovering over the keyboard on his phone but his fingertips not coming into contact with the screen. Eventually, with two sides of his mind at war with each other, he came to a conclusion.

 yeah

 Sometime after 10 I think

Surely whatever was dragging him to a club for wouldn’t take that long. He’d monitor Hoseok getting wasted and then would bring him home safely before taking off for the night. Although he wanted to return before Hoseok woke up; he was always earnestly thankful when Yoongi looked out for him after a night of drinking, his face puffy and his hands firm on Yoongi’s back when he pulled him in for a grateful hug. Yoongi squashed that thought instantly when his phone buzzed.

 Oh wow that’s late for you, did you suddenly grow a social life?? Hahaha

 But yeah that’s perfect

 You should come to mine

 I haven’t seen you in so long

Yoongi frowned at the messages and felt a dull throb of pain. He took his hand away from his mouth, realised he’d bit off a hangnail. Crumpling his hand into a fist, he typed out a reply.

 I’ve always been popular, I don’t know what you’re talking about

 You saw me just yesterday at lunch

There was nothing for a brief moment and Yoongi found nothing but confusion in the silence. But then everything became clear and concise when he received a brief explanation.

 No, I meant

 I haven’t seen all of you in so long

 I miss you

Oh. Yoongi blinked at the screen before typing something which should have come naturally.

 I miss you too

He was glad that the conversation was taking place over text; he wasn’t completely sure if the words would have tasted bitter in his mouth if he had had to say it out loud.

 Come to mine sometime after 10

 My roommate’s out the whole week, he’s on a trip

 Can you sleep over?

Yoongi’s fingers hesitated. The seconds screeched by and screamed in Yoongi’s ears. He hadn’t had sex in more than a few weeks, and the last time had been hurried as they had had to rush lest they were caught. Maybe that was why he was feeling so unfulfilled and needy, maybe it had nothing to do with Hoseok, maybe it had everything to do with the amount of sex Hoseok was having. Something in Yoongi told him that he was pulling excuses out of his ass, but this was a side that Yoongi continued to promptly ignore. He concentrated his efforts on his reply.

 Yeah   Okay, I’ll see you at 10

 I can’t wait :)

Yoongi placed his phone on the desk, slumped in his seat. He only hoped the situation that would take place with Hoseok tonight wouldn’t be so taxing that it left him exhausted. In fact, maybe he should call the whole thing off. He reached for his phone again, clicked on Hoseok’s contact, readying himself to type out the cancellation, and found a text already waiting for him.

 cant wait for tonight :))) ill be back earlier so we can order a pizza or something??

Yoongi could have easily said no, could have declined both invitations and instead focussed on the person who should have been flooding his mind. But he didn’t. Hoseok had been thinking of him in his class; maybe had even stopped practising just to text Yoongi. Yoongi deleted his pre-meditated message of cancellation, typed something else instead.

 Yeah, sounds good :)   But no pineapple this time

 :((( fine!  see you later on

 see you

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