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smrsxx · 1 year

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Expect The Unexpected | Zlatan Ibrahimović x Female Reader | Soulmate AU

Summary : She left her hometown and moved to Rome to study at her favorite University . That's what she said to the people that asked her , but she knows it's not the truth . She is in pain and she thinks that she's never gonna find her true love , until she came across him .

He reached a certain point in his life where the only think that he cared about was his career . He didn't believe in love and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight , until he spotted the girl with the beautiful and big bright eyes .

Trigger Warnings : Mentions of past toxic relationship , abuse and harassment , anxiety and panic attacks , stress , self - harm , insomnia and angst .

DON'T WORRY THER'S GOING TO BE FLUFF AT THE END

P.s. Hello Tumblr : ) This is my first time uploading something that I wrote so please be kind . I actually was inspired to write this because of a conversation I had with my best friend and a recent dream I had. This is an AU imagine , where Zlatan isn't married , he dosen't have any kids and he is close friends with Lionel Messi . Also ,English isn't my first language so if you spot a mistake please bare with me .

This turned out way longer than I expected - 12k words : \

Enjoy < 3

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Reader's POV

I checked my test paper for one last time while I was making my way through the busy hall filled with students .

" How did it go ? " The teacher that was responsible for receiving all the test's asked me .

" It went well . " I responded to her trying to keep my tears from escaping .

University is stressing me out more than anything else and the amounts of studying for the exams isn't helping at all . I decided against taking the bus to return to my apartment . Plus walking in autumn is way better . I took out my earphones to listen to some music , thinking that it will calm me down . And then , the moment music flooded in my ears I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

In less than 20 minutes I'm back in my apartment . Specifically in the kitchen floor crying my eyes out , while Fluffy was sitting in my lap.

" Well at least I have you in my life . " I say to my cat Fluffy while petting him on his little head . He let's out a meow and looks at me .

" Sometimes I really think that you are the only one that understand me . " I say to him with a smile . The he suddenly meows and walks torwards his bowl . My smile drops and I get up to feed him .

" You ate breakfast 2 hours ago and you're fat . " I say to him while I'm putting food in his bowl . He dosen't give me a second glance and starts eating his food .

Meanwhile I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen rubbing my temple trying to get rid of my headache .

Music still plays through my headphones and I realise that I left my phone on the counter .

Taking it in my hands I see that I have a new message from a number that I have deleted from my contacts way too long ago .

' Why are you not answering any of my calls or messages ? It's not that you have more important things to do . One day you'll regret leaving me . '

I can imagine him typing at his phone angrily while drinking a beer or geting high .

The memories make their way back in my head and suddenly I can see him infront of me yelling and throwing things all over the place .

" You are just worthless and a waste of time . Don't you see ? You are the reason why I cheated on you at the first place . It's your fault . Everything you do is stupid . Every desicion you make is stupid . You deserve nothing . "

And whenever I didn't react and remained silent he would start to throw glass bottles on me . One time he got me in the head and when I tried to leave he did it again and again until I fell unconscious in the floor . When I woke up I was still on the floor , but I was almost naked and my body was full of cigar burns and bruises .

I closed my eyes and tried to make the memories get out of my head.

The song People You Know by Selena Gomez was playing through my headphones .

" How ironic . " I said while blocking his number .

Flyffy was meowing at me trying to get my attention .

" He won't find us . He can't find us . We are gonna be okay . " I said to him and went to my bedroom to change and read my new book as peacefully I can .

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I feel something hairy close to my face and when I open my eyes I see Flyffy's orange head looking at me while sitting on top of my chest . I turn my head to the right and see that it's near 6 p.m.

I close my eyes again and when I open them after a couple of minutes, I go to the kitchen to feed Flyffy . I make a tea for me and I go to the bathroom to take a shower .

I start to take off my cloths but then I stop and take a good look at myself in the mirror . My hair looks a mess and my eyes are red and have dark circles from not sleeping enough .

I spot the scars from the cigar burns on my shoulders and chest and I immediately look at my wrist's and thigh's . The scars I made myself a few days before are still visible .

Tears escape my eyes and I feel worthless and weak .

I try to calm myself down by stepping into the shower and for a few minutes I fell better under the hot droplets of the water . When I step out , I wrap myself with a white towel and go to my bedroom to put some comfy cloaths .

I change and I sit on my bed , but before I can open my book to read I hear a notification from my phone .

Flyffy jump's on the bed and I grab my phone hoping that everything is okay and I'm safe .

' Did you really think that by just blocking my number you could get away from me ? '

I stare at my screen for God know's how long .

My tea that has been sitting on top of my nightstand is now cold .

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Zlatan's POV

I'm basically training non - stop . I wake up at the morning and I go to the gym at the training centre , then I train with the others , the I train by myself again . Basically all I do is train . My goal is to become an even better version of myself . I want to show them what I'm capable of doing . My agent said to me that there is a chance that I'll be transferring in AC Milan in a couple of weeks . I actually can't wait to leave this team . I've been here for two years and the only think that I've been doing is running up and down a field . I decided that I'll keep in touch with Lionel and couple players , but that's it .

Now , I'm in my house playing PS3 and waiting for my agent to call me and tell me when I'll be leaving for Milan . I want to visit Rome first thought . I feel that I have the need to go there . Maybe it's because I've never really went out in the city when I visited last time .

After a few days , I'm sitting in a private jet flying from Spain to Italy with Lionel . He decided to come with me because as he said " I need a break from all this and besides you need me here . Your happiness depends on me . I'm gonna help you have fun . Do you even now what that is ? " He said to me .

" What are you even saying to me ? This is bullshit . Ofcourse I know what happiness is . I have fun on my own . " I answered looking at him.

He just looked at me and responded to me with that smile of his .

" How come you didn't bring Antonela with you ? " I asked trying to change the topic of the conversation .

" Do you wanted her to talk about your non existing love life for the whole trip and how you haven't found your soulmate yet ? " He aksed while looking at his phone .

I just granted in response .

I've reached a certain point in my life where all I can think is my career . And besides that I don't need love and all that in my life . I'm perfectly fine on my own .

And with that I closed my eyes and tried to sleep .

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" Wake up . We're landing . " Lionel said to me while rocking my shoulder .

I checked my seatbelt and waited for the touch - down .

In less than one hour I've settled into my new home and getting ready to go walk in the town . I just feel the need to walk alone .

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Reader's POV

I was sitting in my couch reading my book . Flyffy is sleeping besides me . I'm bored . Should I maybe go out ? I ask myself and befone I knew it I was in front of my closet trying to find what to wear .

I decided on a pair of black sweatpands and a hoodie . I puy on my black jacket and shoes and before I step out of the door I grab my earphones and keys . I decided to go to the fountain Fontana di Trevi since it was beautiful to look at night .

I put on my earphones to listen to some music while I'm walking .

Rome at night is so noisy , but in the same time so silent .

Especially if you're all alone .

I'm alone .

The fountain is so beautiful . I search at my pockets for some coins to throw .

I look at the gold coin in my hand and tears start to form in my eyes .

' I don't wanna be alone anymore . I say to myself and wipe my tears with the back of my hand .

I throw the coin in the fountain and then I take a deep breath .

I suddenly feel the urge to turn my head to the right and when I do , I came across a pair of dark brown eyes staring at me like they want to know my deapest secrets . I take a step back and study his body . He is tall maybe over 6 feet , has a small ponytail , strong jaw - but then again - I lock my eyes in his and can't seem to get away .

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Zlatan's POV

I was throwing some coins in the fountain . It was noisy and some people recognized me and asked for a photo now and there , but still it was in a way - silent .

I turn left ready to leave and head back to my home until I came across a small figure not so close to me but not so far away that I couldn't not see their face .

She's short , maybe 5 ' 2 and she has dark brown hair . A tear rolls down her face but she quickly wiped with the back of her hand . When she turns her head towards my direction , I came across a pair of bright blue eyes - the kind of blue I loved in my entire life . Like the blue of the morning sky .

And we lock gazes - looking at each other for some seconds , until she takes a step back to look at my face .

My eyes don't leave hers even for a seccond - and we just stay like this . Looking each other and I can't seem to look away .

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They are looking at each other for a couple of minutes , but when she turns her gaze away trying to leave , he reacts quickly by slightly grabbing her left palm .

She stops dead in her tracks at the sudden touch .

His big hand covers her small one , but she doesn't protest . She just stays there enjoying the warmth of his palm over her cold one .

After looking at her for a little more he realized that she looked kinda scared so he left her hand .

" I'm sorry . I don't know why I did that . " He said to her .

He had a deep voice with an accent that and she thought that she could listen to his voice for the rest of life .

" It's okay . " She answered while looking at him .

And suddenly , the both felt the exact same thing . He felt in peace and for once in his life he wasn't mad . She felt safe for the first time in a really long time . They felt like they were made for one another .

" I need to get back home . I mean ... I - I have a cat and he's alone - " She said but she stoped after a smile appeared in his face .

" Let me walk you home . " He said to her while coming a little closer .

She just nodded her head and bite her her lower lip .

They started walking together silently when she stopped and looked up at him . He was already looking at her . He then grabbed her hand in his and started walking again .

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They walked holding hands in the night and when they reacher her complex apartment he looked down at her .

" I know that all of this is weird, but can I have your number ? I mean I already know where you live now . " He said while smiling and she laughed nodding her head .

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When she entered her apartment , she threw her keys in the counter and fell in the couch with a smile .

Flyffy came running towards her meowing .

" You'll never believe what happened . " She said to the orange cat while looking at him .

Where Have You Been by Rihanna was playing through her earphones. She took her phone in her hands and when she looked at the screen , there was a new message from him .

From the man with the dark brown eyes .

Zlatan : Still can't explain what happened an hour ago . Can I see you tomorrow ?

' How ironic ' She thought while answering him with a smile .

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Tags : @unimportantbabymilksharkte

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arsonist-chicken · 4 years

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Literally, it doesn’t matter what I do - if I don’t do it like my mother would, it’s wrong and it needs to be pointed out.

Scrubbing the oven by hand instead of using the automatic cleaning function? “That would be much faster and cleaner [than you would ever clean] [you just have to halfway disassemble the oven first for it to work].”

Doing the laundry late at night because my cats got fleas on my bed and I want to finish washing everything on the weekend? On a night everyone else is out and it won’t keep anyone up? “It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?”

Doing something different while baking than how she learned it? “Oh, you should do it like this, the cake gets better that way.” Nevermind that I’ve been baking for 12+ years now and know how to see if something is working or not.

Hanging up laundry different than her? “Oh, you should put it up like this, it dries much faster that way.” It was approximately 30°C and windy, it would have been dry within an hour anyway.

A dish I cooked doesn’t turn out like I wanted it to and maybe tastes a little off? “It’s because you did this and that, you should use X and Y spice, they fit much better and are healthier.”

Not asking about applications I sent somewhere a month after I sent them because it explicitly says not to, they will contact you, and everyone asking would delay the selection process? “You HAVE TO FOLLOW UP, it shows you’re dedicated and want that job, you can’t just sit here all day and wait!!” Alright, I’ll follow up after mere weeks and show them I can’t read directions or can’t be assed to follow them, that sure makes me more employable.

Not having found a summer job because y’know, there’s a pandemic (STILL!!) going on and most companies struggle to keep their workers and are therefore not in a place to take in interns? “Well, X and Y friend’s daughter found something and your sister works as well, you can find something too!!” The friend’s daughter will work in a job where she will stand all day and make the same hand movements for 8 hours a day, I’m not doing that to my body for the sake of “not having a space in my CV” (especially, again DURING A PANDEMIC where future employers will look at your CV and go: “oh yeah, 2020, am I right?”). My sister has been working as a student employee since October, a job she only got because the school HAS to give its students jobs for their Master’s theses, and in a technology sector, which is the main source of economic income of my area, unlike translation.

Speaking of: Studying German, English, and Russian translation and interpreting? “Everyone speaks English today, no one needs English translators anymore”, WHILE SHE USES GERMAN SUBTITLES TO WATCH HER TV SHOWS BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T SPEAK ENGLISH WELL ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND IT OTHERWISE, and “you will have to work at the customs’ office, they don’t need Russian anywhere else... or just find an office job that has nothing to do with your field of expertise, because again, no one needs translators anymore anyway.”

Not having had a boyfriend yet for a variety of reasons, including that I’m bi and was leaning a lot more towards women for a long time (not that she knows that, HELL NO), I’m shy/don’t know how to make new friends well, and that frankly, I’m just not as pretty as other girls and therefore less desirable for others (and don’t anyone come @ me like: “but you’re beautiful!!” I am, but less than my friends who I go out with who inevitable have all the guys flock towards them. “beauty isn’t important!!” on one hand yes, it isn’t, but on the other hand first impressions and looks matter and if anyone tells me they’d rather go for the less beautiful woman when no other factors are involved is, frankly, lying.). “Well, sitting at home all day won’t get you a boyfriend!! You need to go out more!! Aren’t there any nice guys at your university?? I want grandkids, you know??” WELL THOUGH LUCK, I DON’T WANT KIDS. I DON’T WANT A BOYFRIEND, I’M FINE BEING SINGLE, IF I MEET SOMEONE I’M HAPPY TO PURSUE THAT RELATIONSHIP, BUT IT’S NOT MY SOLE GOAL OR PURPOSE IN LIFE. AND AGAIN, WE’RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC! MANY PLACES ARE STILL CLOSED! YOU SHOULD STILL KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM STRANGERS! NOT TO SAY YOU CAN’T MEET PEOPLE, BUT IT *IS* MORE DIFFICULT AT THE MOMENT!

Sleeping until noon or just before noon because I have a circadian rhytm that makes me most awake and uni/work/general-stuff productive in the evening and at night and therefore I stay up until well past midnight because with the whole study-from-home situation it’s possible atm? “You can’t sleep until noon everyday, you have to get up earlier and get stuff done, I’m a night owl myself, but I get up just fine in the morning.” You fall asleep at 10pm in front of the TV! And then you still let your alarm clock ring three times for three minutes in the morning and your husband still has to wake you up again so you’ll actually get up!

Her turning everything into a lecture/life lesson whenever I say or do or don’t say or don’t do anything and treating me like a kid or teenager instead of a fully grown adult and thinking she knows best what I need to do and what’s good for me despite the fact that the constant and continuing alienation that started happening in my early teens due to *waves around at everything* has left us with no relevant relationship to speak of, except that we share slightly more DNA than non-related humans, and that I live in their house because I won’t be able to move out before finishing university? Oh yeah, there’s the reason I cannot WAIT for the day I get to move out, not tell my parents my adress, and cut them off for good. Like that will be hard because my sister and me are twins and she will absolutely constantly yell at me because “[our mother] always cries when I see her and asks me about you and I don’t care for that shit at all”, which is why I’ll swear all of my friends to secrecy about my adress. I’ll miss my cats like hell, but I’m afraid between leaving my cats with people they love for some reason to live a life free of my mother’s influence, happy and at peace, and keeping contact for 10 more years to keep seeing my cats a few times a year (aka when I’d be forced to come over for “family celebrations”)... I’m afraid I’ll have to pick myself here. Or if I miss them too much, I’ll sneak by when I know my parents are at work and have a secret cuddle session. I also was at a weddidng this weekend and I wanna get married so badly but I guess I’ll also have to swear my friends to secrecy about the time and date because otherwise my sister will know and then my parents will show up and if that happens we might as well just cancel the entire thing because my mood will be lower than any human could ever dig with a shovel and want to rip my skin off and throw shit. That being said, the wedding was the most wonderful thing since the lockdown and I cannot WAIT to have that myself and share that day with the people I truly love.

“You don’t talk to me anymore at all.” Me: tells her literally anything. Her: makes a huge deal out of literally anything, is sure to tell other family and friends, doesn’t shut up about it for weeks. Me: doesn’t tell her anything or ask her anything about herself. Her: tries to guilt-trip me into doing whatever she wants while also emphasizing that she’s not trying to guilt-trip me. Me: *looks at my memories of her always crying and slamming her bedroom door when something doesn’t go her way, and then coming into my room, without knocking of course, and going on about why I’m so emotionless and heartless towards her and insists/forces me to hug her, despite knowing I absolutely fucking hate hugging her [or even standing close to her or anyone else in my immediate family, for that matter] (upon me leaving for uni after Christmas break: ”I know you don’t like being hugged but you’re leaving for a month again so I want you to hug me” and then immediately hugs me, almost suffocates me (okay emotionally, not physically), kisses me on the cheek which makes me want to rip my skin off).* uh-hu. yeah.

#rant #me talks #i'll shut up now before I never stop #gonna put on my earphones and put on some music for studying because I can hear every word of the trivial shit my mother is talking about #non-stop in the living room because it's too much to ask her to keep her voice at a normal level i guess #don't mind me i'm very angry right now but I'm NOT gonna fall back into my bad habits of digging my nails into my skin #no sir i will not she's not worth that #personal

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jeonronwoo · 3 years

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joyride → j.jh

pairings: frat boy!jaehyun x female!reader

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff, humor, suggestive.

warnings: slight cursing.

summary: being stressed from the exams and wanting to study, your mischievous boyfriend had other plans in mind for you.

part of ficscafe’s scenario event.

scenario used: number 34. “when they go on road trips.”

song recommendation while reading: joyride by sonia ammar, 0 mile by nct 127, blue hour by txt.

you were studying for your upcoming finals, you were starting in five days and you had to make sure you would get a good grade and pass the tests because you won’t take your mother nagging you about your grades and comparing them to your friends’ grades and maybe take away your phone too.

you heard something like knocking, you took off your earphones and listened closely, you shrugged and was about to put the earphone back in your ear but the knocking sound came again, it was coming from the window.

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened the window and saw your boyfriend leaning against his car and when he saw you, he smiled, your eyes widened upon seeing him.

“jaehyun?! what the fuck are you doing here?” you exclaimed quietly and he just smirked at you.

“i tried calling you but your phone was turned off, come on, we’re going out.” he said and you stared down at him shocked.

“um, maybe you haven’t noticed but it’s past 10 now, and i’m studying, mom is gonna kill me if she knew i went out with you!” you hissed and he just stared at you.

“i’m not taking no for an answer, either you come down now or i’ll personally come and get you,” jaehyun said and you huffed knowing fully well that he was capable of doing so.

“fine! but we have to be quick,” you said and closed the window.

you looked through your wardrobe and grabbed a sweater pulling it over your head. you left your room and checked on your mom in her room to find that she was in a deep slumber, you sighed and quickly left through the front door.

you saw jaehyun waiting for you in front of his car, you walked over to him with a displeased look on your face, he laughed taking you in his arms.

“why do you look so angry?” he asked and you looked up at him and replied whining a little.

“why? i’m gonna fail this class because of you!”

jaehyun chuckled and kissed your forehead saying, “no you won’t, you’re too smart to fail.”

he opened the door of the passenger seat for you and you sat buckling up your seatbelt. jaehyun also jumped in the car seat and started the car as he gave you his phone.

“play some music for us.” he said and you grabbed the aux cord and connected it to the phone.

you looked for the playlist you made two days ago, it was a playlist filled with slow songs. you smiled when you shuffled the playlist and your favourite song played.

“where are we going?” you asked.

“nowhere, we will just keep driving around for a while. the weather is good tonight, and i know you’ve been stressing over exams, and because i’m a good boyfriend, i decided to take you on a small road trip.” jaehyun replied and you smiled and held his hand intertwining it with yours.

the next few moments were spent in silence, so jaehyun decided to break it by asking you a question which he knew you weren’t going to stop talking about.

“so tell me, what happened to aiden after he escaped from the thugs?”

he smiled when he saw how your eyes lit up when he brought the topic of the novel you were currently reading and started telling him all about what you read excitedly.

“he finally met ally! he felt so bad when he saw her and apologised for hitting her with the rock. he also knew what the dagger can do, he found out that it can transport him anywhere he wants in the kingdom just by jumping into a gap, he knew that claudius isn’t who he thought he was. also ally fell ill and he took care of her in nova’s hut. i stopped there.”

jaehyun heard you talking intently asking about some details which you happily explained to him. he smiled when he remembered what his friend johnny told him a few hours ago when he asked him to borrow his car but jaehyun refused, telling him that you were stressing over exams and he was taking you on a road trip.

“oh my god, you’re so whipped for her!”

jaehyun didn’t mind being told this, ever since he met you he knew that you would do this to him, he tried to stay away from you not wanting to get you involved with him but he found himself not being able to stay away from you and asked you out.

he was everything you looked for in your future partner, he was caring and loving towards you, he always made sure you were okay, and on nights when you call him crying because you fought with your mother, he would always be there for you making sure that nothing of her words get to you.

before you he was lost, he found his way back because of you, he wasn’t the same reckless hot-headed boy he was before you, he was a better version of himself, he changed to the best just for you.

“aren’t you such a bookworm?” he teased playfully and you just rolled your eyes.

“oh shut up, i know you secretly take peek sometimes!” you argued and he smiled playfully shaking his head.

“you have no proof.”

“whatever. can we get something to eat? i’m so hungry,” you said and he smiled nodding and drove to the nearest diner that would be open at this hour.

he parked the car in front of the diner and left to get the both of you some food. you smiled when you looked down at his lock screen which was a photo of the two of you together on your fourth date.

sometimes you wonder how you managed to have such a wonderful person as your boyfriend, he deserved someone better than you. but whenever you said that jaehyun would scold you assuring you that no one would be better for him other than you.

ten minutes passed with the soft music playing, you saw jaehyun coming back with the food, he got inside the car and you took the bags from him opening them taking a bite from your sandwich. jaehyun smiled and also started eating.

“how is the subject you’re studying?” he asked, you took a sip from your coke.

“eh, not bad, i managed to finish the characters. i guess i will be continuing later,” you replied. “i just hope that professor lee is going to give me a good grade, that little bitch doesn’t give anyone good grades except for her pets.” you rolled your eyes and jaehyun laughed.

“her husband is even worse.” jaehyun said and you nodded in agreement.

“i believe so too, what a lovely couple!” you said sarcastically.

your phone dinged and you saw a message from your sister telling you to return home because your mother was asking for you. your eyes widened and jaehyun looked at your phone groaning in annoyance.

“i hate your sister.”

“me too, but i have to. come on, finish eating quickly.” you said you took a big bite from your sandwich to finish it quickly.

after ten minutes, you two were finally done and finished the food. jaehyun started the car and drove you home.

once you reached your house, he stopped the car and you turned to look at him with a grateful smile.

“thank you so much love, i really needed this,” you said and hugged him tightly.

“of course baby, anything for you.” jaehyun said and pulled away kissing your cheek.

you got out of the car and stopped in front of his car, you looked up at him and stared deeply into his eyes. you have never felt so much love towards anyone like this before, and you couldn’t stop the eight letters that escaped you.

“i love you.”

jaehyun felt the air being knocked out of his lungs when he heard those words, he stared at you for a few seconds before grabbing your face kissing you on the lips.

you smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him even closer, it was a passionate kiss, nothing like any kiss you shared before. jaehyun’s hands held your waist massaging it. his tongue slipped inside your mouth and explored every inch of it, you gently tugged at his hair, causing him to release a soft groan.

finally, the two of you pulled away and jaehyun looked at you smiling fondly and whispered.

“i love you too.”

“y/n?!”

your eyes widened when you heard your mother’s voice and jaehyun looked at you and winked, running to his car driving away.

“y/n get inside the house now!” your mother demanded.

you were too lost in your mind to care about the scolding you were receiving from your mother, your mind was too occupied with the kiss you shared with jaehyun and how he also loves you like you love him.

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heshoes · 3 years

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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.

Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse

Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)

Uni Daze Masterlist

Chapter 2 ( Word Count 6.7K )

Harry

My school day was absolutely long but it kept me busy and busy to me is a good thing. It keeps me balanced though I know Chelle would disagree since he keeps telling me as such over the phone.

"The only reason you think that trying to fit 72 hours in a 24 hour day is a balance is because of your parents. Just because they're work driven arseholes doesn't mean that you have to follow in their footsteps.”

"That's impossible to do, I don't work that much. My parent's aren't arsehole's they're just successful. Is that so wrong to want success?”

"It is when its your last year of uni and you're being a kill joy.”

"I said I would go out for drinks, Chelle. How is my compliance to something that I don't want to do being a kill joy?”

"Because you're not doing it with a smile. You've become boring. Your sex life and your regular life has turned about as vanilla as a middle aged man. We never had to beg you to come out last year or over the summer, Harrow. Think of it as a week of extended holidays. No one does anything the first week of classes anyway. It's all rules and instructions on how to prepare. We've been in uni for three years. We should know the jist of it by now.”

"But it's not summer anymore, Chelle and you know some professors like to give assignments in the first few days. We have two papers already in seminar for fucks sake.”

Michelle sighed in annoyance.

"Yeah, but, those aren't due for ages, Haz. Fun is due right now.”

"This is the year to pull your shit together. Everyone can't not study and get perfect marks like you. Sorry.”

"The phrase 'can't not' is a double edged sword.”

"What?" I spun around in my desk at work, handing a first year her keys. Its only the first day and she's already lost her keys and has to use her spare for a fifty pound charge. She looks nervous as well and her face is kind of red. She grins at me and says a shy 'thank you' before walking away, staring back at me and kind of tripping over her own feet on her way to the lift. I tried not to laugh, but honestly it was kind of funny.

"You know, a double edged sword? A double negative?You can't say 'can't not' next to each other in a sentence. It's repetitive of itself. You should be embarrassed. This is primary school stuff Harrow. Mr. “I have to take the UKCAT this year.”"

"Whatever Chelle! See? That's what I mean. I need a balance. I need to be able to be involved in school. I should have taken it more serious when we first started out.”

"You do realize balance means a good amount of your job, school work, AND a social life which includes parties and pubs and going out with your mates without a grumble?”

"I'm going out for drinks tonight! You're starting to piss me off."

"If the truth is anything it's annoying, Harry." I nodded my head and began to swivel around in my chair. I'd just gotten to work and had three and a half more hours to go. I'm glad I have a job and all but this one is fucking boring.

Speaking of truth.

"Do the boys know about your um...your new team?”

"No. Actually they don’t."

Oh.

“Oh?"

"Yeah, um, I was hoping that it was something that we could keep between me and you for now. Just until I can figure things out. I'd love to say that I'm for sure just this one thing. I know I said it this morning, but I'm still not sure, okay?”

"Yeah. Sure, of course." I stopped spinning in my seat and dizzying myself when I heard my manager's voice,"Look I've gotta go. I'm not supposed to be on the phone and my boss is coming.”

"Oh so there is some rebellion left in you? You're living on the edge now, Hazland. Why can't you use your phone? All you do is sit in a chair and answer phones and make people keys when they lock themselves out of their dorm.”

"Bye Michelle!" I quickly hung up the phone and stuck it into my pocket smiling awkwardly at Professor Forrester as he approached the front desk with someone else right next to him. She had on a Cambridge work shirt much like myself letting me know that I more than likely wouldn't be alone for the rest of my shift.

"Rion, this is Harry," Professor Forrester spoke to her before addressing me, "today is her first day here at the university and working. I told her that she would be in good hands if I left her here with you. Show her the ropes and maybe show her around campus when you're not at work? I've got to go," Professor Forrester turned to face the new girl before he nodded back at me, "any questions you have, ask him. He'll know all of the answers.”

She nodded her head up and down slowly before giving a shy grin and we were left alone as Forrester left the building.

“Hi."

“Hello."

"I'm Harry.”

She laughed to herself before nodding her head at me.

"So I was told. Nice to meet you.”

Rion, I think her name was, sat down in her seat next to mine after speaking back to me, lowering her rucksack down to the ground before pulling out a book. It was a good idea really. Maybe I should have brought one? I barely get the chance to read, especially living with Michelle. She always finds a way to interrupt, either that or my ADD kicks in, all the more reason for me to put in more effort at school. I took out my phone once I knew that Forrester was gone, but I really had nothing to do with it. I had no new text messages besides Michelle.

Chelle: Drinksssssss 🍻🍺🍺🍺🍻🍻🍻😉

I grinned before shaking my head and replying back to her, something just as stupid as she sent me.

To Chelle: Tortureeeeeeee😣🔫🍺😒

Chelle: Dramatic!

Ignoring her last text, I took out my earphones and turned up the music on my phone as I placed them in my ears. I suppose it was a bit loud because out of the corner of my eye I could see Rion scrunching her nose while she tried to read.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.”

"No disturbance, I was just trying to figure the tune. Runaway?”

“Wh-what?"

She laughed before she pointed to the phone in my hand and repeated herself.

"Is that Runaway by Ed Sheeran?”

I nodded my head, not able to stop the stupid grin that cut across my face.

"You know Ed Sheeran that’s not on top 40?”

"Who doesn't? The man's a musical genius.”

She smiled at me before she turned back to her book, but I couldn't help but to keep talking to her.

"What school did you used to go to? Um, if you don't mind me asking…"

"Nope, don't mind at all. I used to go to Bristol Uni. How about yourself? Have you been at Cambridge all of your university career?”

I nodded my head and she looked impressed, but I'm sure she wouldn't be if she knew that I was a legacy and that I slacked off for the first three and a half years. Good thing that I'm getting my shit together now.

"Yeah, it’s alright here.”

"Just alright?”

"One of the best alrights I guess. Welcome to Cambridge and congratulations.”

"Thank you.”

I smiled at her and the conversation was on the verge of ending, but before I stuck my other ear bud in I paid closer attention to the book that she had in her hand.

"Scott Fitzgerald."

"Pardon?" Rion raised an eyebrow at me.

"That's F. Scott Fitzgerald.”

She raised her book showing me the spine, shocked that I hadn't seen the cover but still got the author right.

"You know F. Scott Fitzgerald?" She smiled at me while relaying my words back to me.

"Who doesn't? The man was a written genius. Not to mention that the book you're reading happens to be one of my favorites.”

She smiled again.

"Usually people only notice Fitzgerald if The Great Gatsby is involved." She turned her chair towards mine giving me a better view of her.

"Gatsby is a classic, but I think that The Curious Case of Benjamin Button has more character.”

We continued to talk and before I knew it the shift was over. No one else needed keys and the phone barely rung. I probably would have stayed beyond the time that I was supposed to get off talking and creating awkward conversation with Rion had it not been for Michelle's reminders:

Chelle: Tonight is gonna be fun 😊

Chelle: You're off work in 1⃣5⃣ min🎉🎊

Chelle: I'm gonna get you so fucked up!😝

Chelle: I'm excited 😬

To Chelle: No 💩. Too excited I reckon 😐

I laughed to myself as I gathered my things to leave the building, not fully believing that I allowed Michelle to talk me into drinking tonight, even though part of me knew that I wouldn't be able to break tradition. Rion put her book away, that she never really got into reading and followed behind me out the door and to the parking lot. She seemed cool from what I got to know about her in the amount of time that I did and since she's new, I figure that it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hey, a couple of my friends and I are getting together tonight to The Mill. Its a pub right up the road on Mill lane, if you're not busy, you should, um, you should come.”

"Mill pub? On a Monday?”

"Yeah, it's kind of a tradition that we started when we started here." I rub my shoulder as I wait for her answer. I don't know why I feel nervous about it but I do.

"It sounds like fun, but I shouldn’t, not tonight at least. I wouldn't be able to bear it if I missed class tomorrow because of a hangover, and I kind of also have plans.”

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it like you didn't have anything else to do or-”

"No it's fine it's just... I have a date.”

"Right. Sorry again.”

"I'll see you around though I hope?”

"Yeah, I'll see you at work.”

Rion nodded her head while giving me a content smile before she got into her car and as she pulled off, she waved to me. I waved back but as soon as her car was out of sight, I slapped myself in the face with the palm of my hand. Maybe six months is too long to go without any type of real interaction with the opposite sex besides Michelle, but honestly she doesn't count...or maybe she counts for both now?

I cleared my head of my thoughts as I got into my car that I feel like I'm too tall for. Even with the seat pushed down as low as it can go, I still can feel the top of my head brush against the roofing of it. By now I'm sure I've saved up enough to get a new one. A new car could be my mini treat to myself for cutting myself off from a social life. The more that I think about the way that my conversation with Rion just ended the more that I start to agree with Michelle and the more excited I get for the night of boozy tradition.

As soon as eleven thirty-five hit, my phone rang. When I answered it Michelle's voice came through clear as if she were sitting here next to me in the car, even though background noise and music blares in the room around her.

"Everyone is here but you. Are you en route?”

"Everyone?" I ask her with skepticism in my tone. I would be shocked if everyone showed up.

"Yes everyone. Niall, Darragh, and Zayn. Everyone but you. Are you on your way?”

I don't know why I even asked her if everyone would be there. I knew that Louis wouldn't show even though it was him and Darragh who started this tradition..

"Yeah, I'm on my way. This should be fun.”

"That's the spirit I've been looking for Harrow. It sounds like you've had a change of heart since earlier.”

"Yeah, I think I've been looking at my textbooks too long and not at real people. One night won't kill me I suppose.”

"If one night is done right, then yes, yes it will. And what do you mean you don't see real people? I see you everyday.”

"You're not a real person, Michelle. I'm not quite sure what you are yet.”

"I think I might have an idea by now." Michelle said while chuckling on the other end of the line.

"And what would that be?”

"Getting lucky tonight. Get here soon and I can be your wing-lady.”

The pub was in the early stages of being crowded when I got there and I couldn't deny how excited I was to see the boys, Michelle included even though I saw her only just this morning. The last time that we were all together was in the middle of June, but after that we really hadn't had time to hang out. Everyone had gotten busy and into their own things. Besides keeping in touch over the phone occasionally, we haven't really talked that much either.

The first person that I saw when I got in was Niall. He sat next to Darragh with a cigarette hanging from his lips, patting down his jeans in search of a lighter no doubt. When we made eye contact, he stuck his arms out to the side with his fingers spread wide and a smile on his face. Darragh looked at him as if he lost his mind until he followed Niall's line of vision and then quickly stood from his seat.

"Harry! How are you lad? Drinks are on Liam so order the most expensive thing possible.”

I received two claps on the back from each of them when I reached the table and then a smack on my ass that made me jump and then turn around find the guilty culprit. I should have known who it was straight away.

"Chelle! That actually hurt.”

She laughed at my discomfort with some kind of frothy drink in her hand as I grabbed my bum cheek and rubbed it over my jeans.

"Probably because there's barely any meat there to cushion the blow.”

I shook my head at her and squinted my eyes before I responded, "It's not about what's back there, its all about what's in the front. Girls don't date me for my bum.”

“Well, according to you, girls don't date you at all, not recently at least.”

Niall and Darragh started to laugh and a stream of smoke came through Niall's nose reminding me of an angry bull from a cartoon before he took another drag from his cigarette, this time intentionally blowing a ring of smoke before sucking it back in through his nostrils. I probably could have strangled Michelle in that moment, but it was true. My mind goes back to Rion and work and I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Mitch told us about your six month drought.”

"Stop calling me Mitch!”

Niall ignored Michelle's outburst before continuing, "She says you haven't gotten laid since your birthday.”

"Do you know what a penis fly catcher even looks like anymore?" Darragh added to Niall's teasing causing my nose to scrunch.

"Penis fly catcher?”

"Yeah, it's better than what you call it. What do you say again? Bajango?”

"No Darragh," Niall cuts in, "Django was a movie. He says bajingo. It makes sense to me.”

Michelle scrunches her nose in disgust and confusion at our conversation but doesn't say anything. Really though, what more could be added to this?

"It's not that big of a deal guys." I bring the conversation back to where it was before it drifted into a dark place so quickly. It can't be that bad. Can it? Perhaps it is? I don't even know at this point anymore.

"Oi leave him alone," Zayn chimed in as he walked up to the table with Liam with two beers in hand, passing me one before he sat down, "its alright Harry sex isn't everything...but six months is a long ass time. But enough about that. What has everyone been up to?”

It was almost like a show and tell as we went around the table talking about what we'd missed out on over the summer since we hadn't seen each other. Niall and Darragh went to Ibiza for the month of July staying in hostels and partying until all hours of the morning. Apparently Niall is in love with a girl he met there, but he doesn't remember her name so I don't know how accurate that is

Zayn spent a good amount of time in France with his girlfriend, sorry, fiancé. The fucker got engaged in France. Everyone thought that he and Daphne were gonna be a short lived thing since they met at a club and all, but people find love and fall in it in mysterious ways I guess. Michelle would be a prime example of that...but love is not involved with her apparently. A player not to be played anymore. I still have questions to ask her about that but I guess I'll have to wait until later since she doesn't want the guys to know that she's traded outies for innies. I could out her like she did me and my drought, but that's way more personal and I've decided that I'm not that much of an asshole, if I'm one at all that is.

Liam was arrested and his parents flipped out. For what I'm kind of scared to ask, but I'm sure it was something accidental. Sometimes I wonder how Liam even got into Cambridge, but I guess that they don't test for common sense, only book smarts.

When it got to Michelle's turn, she just talked about how she flew back home for a few weeks at the very start of summer to visit family and then came back here, but of course that's not anything that I didn't already know. When she came back was when I noticed all of the girlfriends that she had. It was odd to me because Michelle generally hated girls and hanging out with them, but then again, she obviously doesn't hate them that much.

When I told them that the most exciting part of my summer had been joining a book club for some work that I had to get ready to do for senior class, studying for the UKCAT that's not until the end of the school year, and sometimes coming here to Mill pub with Michelle I realized that what she said was true. My life had become vanilla, but I'm honestly kind of alright with it.

We continued to talk, share, laugh and drink until it was at least half three in the morning. I was waiting to see if Michelle was going to change her mind and let the lads know about her newfound liking but she kept it private between me and her the way that she said she would and it kind of made me smile. That along with the ridiculous amount of beer and shots consumed brought a goofy smile to my face by the end of the night.

By exactly three forty-five I was seeing double and couldn't drive home. Niall and Darragh had left to go back to their apartment that happened to be a few blocks down from ours, and Zayn and Liam stayed behind at the bar to drink deciding that they were too far gone now and might as well finish strong. They also decided that class tomorrow isn't important.

Michelle would have stayed behind with them I'm sure, but she has the tendency to be this odd motherly type when I get beyond the legal limit. I think she just likes to laugh at me because I start to say foolish things when my tongue loosens up in my mouth and my words slur. I tried to get up from the table discreetly so that I could walk home while Mitch, Zayn, and Liam continued to chat, but I knocked over a chair.

“Oh shit. I'm sorry bro." I chuckled to myself like an idiot as I picked up the chair earning the lads attention.

"Where are you going?" Michelle's eyes seemed to widen as she took in the state of me.

"Home. I've got class in the morrow-morning.”

"Do you honestly think that you're going to make it to class? Look at you, you can barely stand. My job is complete.” Michelle grins in triumph and I squint my eyes at her trying to figure out when she was going to tell me that she was a triplet.

"You're a horrible people and I don't know why we're friends." I think I was looking at her when I said it, but it could have very well been one of her sisters.

"Alright, and that's my cue. We'll see you later guys." Michelle spoke to Liam and Zayn as stood from the table, a little wobbly at best bus still in a better condition than I was in.

"You don't have to walk me home, Michelle. I'm not no kid.”

Michelle laughed as I stumbled, almost tripping on a crack in the pavement.

"Since I live there too I'm not technically walking you home. I'm walking home with you.”

I checked to see if my car was locked before we began our walk. The crisp early morning air sobered me up a bit, but I was still highly intoxicated and grinning.

"How was your first day of classes?" Michelle asked me breaking the silence of our trek back to our flat.

"Hmm, was okay. Good actually... I met this…met this girl.”

"You did? You were holding out on us at the pub! Who is it? Do I know who she is?”

"No, I don't think you do," I paused to hiccup hoping that was all that I had to do, "She's new here and you don't like girls. I mean, well, you know what I mean. You wouldn't know her.”

Michelle laughed while shaking her head.

“So it's a first year? I'm ashamed of you! I know you haven't dated in a while but that's sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Harrow.”

“No not a first year," hiccup "She's around my age, just new to Cambridge.”

“Oh," Michelle spoke putting her key in the door before she opened it "Where'd you meet her?”

“Work. I kind of asked her to come to the pub with me, but she said she had a date and I kind of sounded like a blubbering idiot when I asked her. I don't know.”

“Harry! You can't just invite people to come to the pub and we haven't met them yet! What if she was awful? Good thing she didn't come. That tradition is sacred for us. Whatever you said to her was probably fine. She just had other plans... Do you know why I've recently started calling you Harrow Harry?”

“Because it's one of the many odd nicknames you've created for me?”

“No. Harrow as in the adjective, it just so happens to fit with you. Har•row when used in verbal tense, means to cause distress to. You're causing unnecessary distress to yourself when you worry about things like the UKCAT and assignments that aren't due until the end of the year, and whatever you've said to this mystery bird that you've met at work. Fun. You used to be much less tense and more fun. You need to chill out and relax. You need to I don't know, get some maybe.”

I rolled my eyes before running my hand through my hair and walking into the kitchen, opening the cabinet in search of my favorite drunken snack, grabbing it when I found it and heading for my room. Quickly stripping off into my boxers, I fell against my bed before I turned on my television and got under the covers. I ate my snack in peace before Michelle knocked on my door twice and then let herself in.

"I could have been naked! you could at least wait for me to say come in.”

“Yeah well, its not like I've never seen a penis before and they're not really my main thing anymore you know?” Michelle climbed into bed with me, intruding while I tried to hide my snacks.

"What are you eating?”

“Nothing.” I slowed my chewing in hopes that she would lose interest.

"Harry I see them! Are those teddy grahams?”

“No!”

“They are! They're a snack for a five year old.”

“Teddy grahams don't have an age limit.”

“You should be embarrassed.” Chelle spoke before grabbing the box and taking a handful for herself, moving around too much for my drunken stomach to handle.

"Oohh these are nice. These are new sheets aren't they?”

"Chelle! Stop moving! Why are you in my room? Get out!”

“My room is too hot, so I've decided that we're going to have a sleepover. You get the better ventilation. You should trade with me.”

“What?”

“I'll sleep on the floor. It really is dreadful in my room.”

I sigh before I grab my pillows and comforter and toss them on the ground leaving Michelle the bed as I make my way to the floor.

“Aww Harry you're the sweetest, but I can really take the floor.”

“No, it's fine. Just don't do anything perverted while you're up there.”

“What like masturbate? I'm not you.”

I chuckled turning to face her from my position on the floor.

“Exactly, but if you do at least that I’m asleep first…Thats just common courtesy. ”

“Sure thing, Harlot. I can do that for you.” Michelle responded without pause causing me to chuckle before my head hit the pillow.

****

“ My head,” I groaned, waking up on the floor with my covers wrapped around me too tight much like a swaddling cloth. After successfully the blanket away from me in an attempt to escape confinement, I sat up slowly only to make the headache worse than it already was and add a new pain to the mix. “My back.”

I had almost forgotten that I slept on the floor to be nice and allowed Michelle to stay in my bed, but when I turned around to look at it I quickly discovered that she wasn't there. I could hear fumbling around in the kitchen and when I stood to follow the noise, the pounding in my head grew. When I reached the small space that we mostly use to microwave shitty food and store alcohol and juice, I saw that Michelle was fully dressed. I mean, well, if you can call an oversized sweater and tights with ladders down the legs in random places dressed then thats what she was.

“Morning, sunshine. How do you feel.”

“Like my head might explode all over the kitchen and I still have to get ready for class. Today is going to be long as shit,” my words slurred proving that there was still traces of alcohol in my bloodstream and when I swayed back and forth feeling as if I might lose my balance, I knew, “I'm still fucked.”

Michelle laughed at me before she flipped her pancake onto a plate and ran it back and forth below my nose. I snatched it from her and took a bite of the buttery breakfast cake without using the fork that she offered.

“Don't be such a savage, Haz. I'm not going to take the food from you after I've clearly been slaving over the oven for five whole minutes so that you could eat. Slow down, chew your food, and sit like a civilized human being. If you eat like that you're going to require the heimlich maneuver and unfortunately I don't know it. You'll turn blue and die in front of me on a Tuesday afternoon and that would put a slight damper on my day.”

“Afternoon?” I asked her while chewing around the pancake, “Afternoon?”

“Yes, Styles. Thats what I said.”

I put the plate that I was holding down on our small kitchen bench before I walked out into living room to squint at the only other clock that we had besides our cell phones, only to confirm what Chelle had just said. I rubbed my hands over my eyes hoping that it was just an illusion and what I'd seen was wrong because if it was the truth, I'd missed all of my morning classes for the day.

“Three eleven? It can't be three eleven! I had classes from nine until two!”

“And you slept through them like a baby.”

“Fuck! Michelle why didn't you wake me up? What's the point of having an Ultimate Alarm if it's not going to be used?”

“Harry, remember that little chat we had yesterday about distress and the use of your nickname? And in order for me to wake you up, I would have had to been up too. Even if I was, I wouldn't be using the Ultimate Alarm to save you with the splitting hangover that I had,” Michelle shakes her head in clear disgust before she continued, “too loud.”

My eyes widened as I looked at my friend, bewildered, annoyed, and somewhere deep down, somewhat amused. I waved my hand between the two of us before I gave up and ran it over my face exasperatedly. This is not how I intended to start the year off. My hand ascended from my face to sliding through my hair in distress, “Thats the point of the alarm, Michelle. It's supposed to be loud. It's supposed to wake you up.”

“Harry, calm down. When we got to sleep it was like seven in the morning anyway. I don't know how you expected to be up, awake, and alert in class. Don't you have like seven others that you can go to tonight? Over achiever.”

“If I shower now I can make it to my organic chemistry class.”

“Gross.”

I looked over to Michelle and frowned before I continued, “ Thanks for throwing me off by the way, making pancakes at three in the afternoon and making me think that it was morning.”

“Whatever time of day that you wake up is morning to me. I was feeling like pancakes, so I made pancakes. You didn't seem to mind them by the way that you were eating them a few minutes ago, arsehole.”

The mention of the food reminded me of how dry my throat was and how alcohol will leave your mouth feeling like you'd guzzled sand if you consume enough of it. I felt like a raisin.

“Do we have anymore orange juice?”

"No. Sorry I finished that all yesterday morning when you almost killed me and Alison with that damn fog horn.”

“Alison?” I smirked at Michelle before I started to tease. "Usually a player doesn't remember a conquests name.”

“You would know," she retorted back while squinting her eyes, “ you used to be one. But don't worry, Harry. I'll get so good at it that you won't ever catch one of them leaving the next morning ever again. I'll be like a black widow or is it a praying mantises that kill all other intimacy as soon as they've finished with them? I'll send them on their way so that I can sleep in my bed alone. It'll be like a switch.”

Michelle grinned as she spoke, silently approving her idea as I thought about how lonely it sounded. It actually saddened me. Michelle isn't the type that can handle being cold hearted and callous enough to kick people out of bed. After being in a monogamous relationship for three years, I could tell that she was the type who craved intimacy. She deserved it. What she just explained to me sounded like eventually it would take its toll on her and she would break down like she did before, substituting my shirt sleeves for tissues.

I keep my opinions to myself, not having enough time before my next class starts to really sit down with her and talk about them. If it's one thing that I cherish about Michelle and I's relationship is that we can literally almost talk about anything, if we had the proper amount of time to do so. I shake my head at her before I head down the hall, calling back to her.

“I never was a player, Mitch. I just wasn't steady in my relationships like you.”

"Whatever you say, Harold. Please go put on trousers…I don't want to see your moose knuckle.”

****

I'd made it to my chemistry lecture on time, and though I tried my hardest, it was extremely difficult to keep my eyes open. Even though I'd slept past all of my morning classes, I still didn't get the best rest from sleeping on the floor. Michelle was irritatingly right again. The only thing that was really mentioned today since it was still the very beginning of the school year, was instruction and what the professor expected from us as a class, so when my eyes closed momentarily as I sat at the back of the room, I didn't feel so bad. Before I knew it the lecture was over and I was rustled awake my the movement of students as they gathered their bags to leave the room.

"You've got a bit of dribble there." A familiar voice laughed as I stepped out of the classroom I wiped my mouth sheepishly before smiling at her.

“Rion, hi how are you?”

“I'm good. Getting around campus well enough, but how are you? You look pretty worn out and its only the second official day of the school year. Did your tradition get the best of you last night? You've got imprint marks from your sweater on your face.”

My hand went to the side of my face that she pointed out, the imprints from my clothing giving away my previous position before I flashed her a quick grin and responded ,Um, uh yeah kind of. I may or may not have missed all of my classes this morning. Mitch didn't wake me up, bad influence I guess.”

“Mitch?”

"Oh, um sh- Mitch is just...Mitch is my roommate." I explained in a panic I didn't want to scare her off with the details. I think I might actually have a chance with Rion, if I don't put my foot in my mouth that is.

“Oh I see.”

Rion smiled at me and I didn't even realize that we've been walking and talking this entire time. Conversation flows easily with her even though I stumble over my words. I feel like I'm just remembering how to talk to the opposite sex besides Michelle and feel kind of pathetic, but Rion doesn't seem to mind as she continues to smile laugh and start on new topics of conversation.

“So how long were you out for?”

“I didn't go to sleep until seven this morning and my head was pounding when I woke up. I really have no one to blame but myself. I told my friends that I would only have one drink and ended the night on my ass. I still have to go back to the pub and get my car, because I had to end up walking home. How I got to the right apartment on the first try is a mystery to me.”

Rion giggled in a cute way before tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear allowing me to see her features more. Her neck was slender and long, connecting to her shoulders delicately. She had a small tattoo that looked to be a ballet flat behind her left ear. Those tattoos placed just there always seemed like they might hurt, like they deserved to be kissed better even though the ache from the needle has been long gone. I could envision my lips on just that spot. I must have glanced at her just a bit longer than I should have causing a rosy hue to make its presence known on her cheeks. It made me smile before I quickly changed the subject this time, not wanting her to think that I was rude or weird for staring.

"How did your date go?"

She took deep breath before deciding if she wanted give a response or not and we ended up in the courtyard right before the student parking lot.

"It came and went, I suppose. Nothing really interesting to report. It sounds like I would have had more fun if I had taken the offer to go out for drinks with you. I'm usually not really big on drinking on the weekdays, but after that date I honestly might have taken a shot or four."

I smiled, selfishly happy that she didn't have a good time. I want to ask her out, but I feel like its too damn soon. I only met her yesterday anyway. Maybe its a good thing that she turned me down. When the time is right to ask her I'm sure I'll know. Hopefully I will.

"I'm sorry it didn't go as planned. Someone should take you out and show you a good time."

"Yeah, hopefully someone will sooner rather than later."

I think the emphasis that she put on the word someone was aimed at me, but I could be wrong. I don't know what else to say so I cap the conversation off with a , "Yeah" and mentally slap myself in the face before I grin awkwardly at her. I look around the parking lot as we come up to a white Toyota and she takes her keys out signaling that the tiny car is hers.

"Oh, well I'll let you go and get on with the rest of your day. Good seeing you."

"Okay, yeah." She responds quietly before she puts the key in the lock to open the door.

This has to be the most awkward I've felt in a while. I radiate awkward and though I don't want to believe it's because of what Michelle and the boys said, I'm kind of starting to think that they might be right myself.

"Wait, Harry?"

"Yes?" I turn my head to look over my shoulder before turning around to face her.

"I can take you to go get your car if you'd like. It looks like it might rain and it would suck if you were to get all wet."

All wet. I blush at her word choice and from that point on I know. Michelle, Niall, and Darragh were right.

"No. No its okay. You don't have to and I mean, don't you have other classes?"

She shakes her head and then opens her other car door, "I'm done for the day. Really I don't have a problem taking you. Get in."

I walk back towards her, thanking her and then giving her directions to the pub from the main campus. When we pull up, sure enough my car is there. Along with a ticket taped to the window for leaving it in the lot overnight. I sigh and rub my hands over my eyes before I get out and thank Rion again. Just as she's about to pull off, I call her name causing her to stop the car and reverse.

"Yes?" She looks at me eagerly with her eyes slightly widened and and traces of a grin on her face. I scratched my head out of embarrassment before I speak while pointing to the passenger side of the car.

"I left my book bag in your car."

"Oh, sorry. Here you go." The grin falls as she unlocks her car door so that I can get my bookbag. This time when she pulls off, I wave an awkward goodbye to her before getting in my car, knocking my head against the steering wheel in defeat causing the horn to honk.

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Why, why, why

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). Also, wow I never thought I’d post this. I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: n/a

Part 1/? Next

Starting a new life in a new city was not something easy, yet you were enthusiastic about it. You got to study the subject you wanted at your top-choice University, Film studies and screenwriting, and what made it even better was that Taeyong, your childhood friend ever since you remembered yourself, was at the very same city, studying Performance arts, with a focus on dance.

When he first found out that you were accepted, he immediately asked you to move in with him. You matched in a lot of things, so you wouldn’t have issues living together and you would most definitely feel completely at ease with each other’s presence. It was just perfect. So, when he told you he had found a bigger house with two bedrooms that would fit the both of you, you were extremely happy, especially since your parents said they would help with the rent. You were ready to pack our bags and send them to the new house, while Taeyong did the same with a little help from his friends. He had told you that, as soon as your plane arrived, he was going to pick you up and introduce you to them, as they’d help you clean the house as well.

The night before your flight, you sat with your parents in the living room since you wouldn’t see them for the next few months.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you? We can book a ticket right now,” your mother told you as she held you in her arms.

“Mom, we’ve already sent my bags to the house, so you won’t need to help with anything. Plus, Taeyong will be there, and he said that his friends are going to help us clean the house. I’ll send you pictures when we’re done, and you can visit whenever you want. Not too often though,” you said, making your mother laugh and kiss your cheek. Your father wasn’t talking much, but you knew he felt the same way. As time went by, you had to go to sleep, knowing that your flight was early in the morning, but realized that this wasn’t an option. You were clearly a bit stressed, considering that you were about to start a completely new life, and you were also excited, as it was going to be exactly like you wanted it to be. So, you texted Taeyong.

You: Can’t sleep.

TY: We have a lot of cleaning to do, so you should. I’m staying at Yuta’s tonight, since our house is a mess, and we’re picking you up tomorrow at 10. We’ll get some coffee and start immediately.

You: We?

TY: Yuta has a car.

You: Oh, so he’ll be the first one I’ll meet. I just hope he and the rest of your friends will like me. I don’t want to bother, really.

TY: What are you talking about? You’ll be fine. They’ll love you. They’re cool. They won’t make you feel uncomfortable, trust me.

You: I just hope you’re right. The last thing I want is to be a burden.

TY: Just stop thinking about this and fall asleep. You’re saying nonsense. See you tomorrow.

The next morning, you were tired as hell. You had only slept four hours because of how stressed you were, but you weren’t going to let that get to you. You got dressed and grabbed the only bag you’d have with you on the plane and went to your parents. After taking a sip from your mom’s coffee and a slice of your grandma’s cake, you were ready to go. That plane wasn’t leaving without you.

You arrived at the airport and went to your gate. You texted Taeyong that the plane was leaving on time and boarded. You found your seat and put your earphones on, so that you could get some sleep for the next two hours.

When you landed and got off the plane, you found your way towards the exit, spotting Taeyong among the people waiting for their loved ones. He was talking to someone, whom you assumed was Yuta. As you were getting closer, you couldn’t help but think that he was cute, better than you had already seen in the pictures that Taeyong occasionally sent. You brushed the thought off and shouted at Taeyong, who ran towards you and hugged you with all his strength.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you said, squeezing him as well.

“I can’t wait to live with you, Y/N. We’re gonna have so much fun!” He kissed your cheek, which was something he did quite often throughout your friendship and took your bag from your shoulders.

“Taeyong, you don’t need to take it, really.”

“Ah, come on, I know you haven’t slept, and this is my hospitality before we actually arrive home, where both of us will work our butts off. But first, coffee.” He started walking, until he heard your voice stopping him.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No, I don’t think- oh my god! This is Yuta!” he exclaimed, and Yuta chuckled. “Yuta, this is Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, extending his arm for a handshake.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard so much about you, although I’m sure Taeyong hasn’t told me enough,” you laughed, hoping you’d made a good first impression.

“Honestly, I hoped he hadn’t said too much, so that we can get to know each other from the start, without any influences. He has seen me drunk, you know.”

“He has seen me drunk too, and don’t worry about it. Whatever you’ve done can’t be worse than mine. I’m a flirty drunk,” you reassured him.

“Okay, come on people. We have to get going. You’ll get to know each other over coffee and cleaning rugs, I promise.” Taeyong said, and you both laughed, heading towards the car.

Yuta led you to his car and you sat at the back seat, Taeyong taking the front. It didn’t take long for him to start humming one of your favorite songs, “Baby don’t stop”, and you couldn’t help but sing along.

“Stop, baby don’t stop,” you sang, and Taeyong continued.

“Ah, you listen to this kind of music too,” Yuta said when the two of you stopped.

“Are you kidding me? I taught him this kind of music. It was one of the first songs I made him listen to.”

“And I haven’t stopped listening to it ever since.” Taeyong laughed. “And you used to make fun of me with it every time I had a date.”

“I’m not regretting doing that anytime soon, Taeyong,” you smiled, and Yuta kept driving. The car stopped as you reached a coffee shop and Taeyong left to get coffee for everyone.

“Extra sugar!” you shouted out of the window and he nodded.

“You drink your coffee like that too? Ah, and I thought Taeyong was the only messed up person I knew,” Yuta said.

“Ah, why? Coffee needs to be sweet for me to enjoy. Do you like it black?”

“I do. I really don’t see why you need so much sugar to enjoy it. I always gave Taeyong a hard time about it, but now you’re two.” He was looking straight ahead while saying that and you let him be without responding, until your friend came back with the coffee.

As soon as the car stopped again, you knew you had arrived at your new house. Taeyong turned to you, wide smile on his face, with a set of keys in hand. “These are yours.” You left the car and followed Taeyong to the door. He let you unlock, as he had already seen it, and you were ecstatic to see where you were going to live from now on. You moved forward to the small but cozy living room and, when you made sure the kitchen was all good, you ran to the two bedrooms.

“Oh my god, Taeyong, it’s so pretty!” you exclaimed, as you also saw that there wouldn’t be any problems in choosing the bedrooms, as they were almost the same. “Just like I saw it in the pictures!”

“I’d never find a bad home for us, Y/N. We have so many years of uni together.” He shared your enthusiasm, you could see it, so you hugged him again. “It needs a lot of cleaning, though.”

“We’ll do that in no time,” you heard Yuta say.

“Ah, you’re already here. And you brought Y/N’s stuff,” Taeyong pointed out.

“Thanks a lot, really. For everything.” You turned to him.

“I’d do anything for a friend,” he gestured at Taeyong, who was already in the kitchen, taking sips of his coffee.

“I’m sure he’d do the same,” you smiled and went towards the kitchen to get started, when you heard something that you thought wasn’t supposed to be heard.

“Would he?”

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The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 13)

Here’s Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cute, slightly suggestive, mention of ex, plot thickens

A/N: Heeyyyy, how y'all doin?? 😎 I know it’s been more than a while since I have written, and I apolagize for that. School, as always, got me all the way fucked up, luckily summer courses have started which are shorter and (for me) all online soooo. Also my 21st b-day is coming 🥳 so you know I’m excited for that. Anyway, I started writing this like half way through TFATWS bc Bucky with personality was good inspiration. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy. Love you all!💛❤️💛❤️💛

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A couple weeks later you find yourself moving around your place, picking up dishes here, wiping off a surface there, moving to the music of your 60s Playlist that played to the lone earphone in your right ear. Louise was taking a nap in her room and has been since 4 that afternoon. It was now 6 pm. Were you gonna regret it later when all she'll want to do is play or watch a movie or dance to music at 11 pm? Possibly. But right now all you know is that the house was quiet, everyone you know and love are safe, and tomorrow was one of the few Saturdays you had off and all you were planning to do was watch TV in either the comfy pajamas you own or in your underwear. You still had to choose, and maybe you could just have Peter watch Lou. If so you should text him now. Your thoughts began to drift, wondering if May would be there to help Peter, wondering if you could plan some sort of day out with her and Imani soon, but the thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when you hear a knock at the door. You quickly move over to look out the peephole, swiftly pulling back to open the door when you see that it's Bucky.

"Hey, how are you doing today?" Bucky chuckles as you jump into his arms, squeezing his neck in a tight hug. "Woah there, we just talked last night."

"Yeah, but I haven't had affectionate contact, or any physical contact for that matter, from the man that I love for 3 weeks. I'm touch starved, you can’t blame me.” You speak into his neck, taking hefty sniffs of the cologne you love so much and rubbing your face on his few day old stubble. Bucky continues to hold onto your clinging body as he takes a few steps inside your place to close the door.

“Fine, I guess. Where’s Louise?” Bucky sets you down and lightly pulls at a few coils that stuck out of your pulled back puff as you continue to rub at the stubble that adorned his face and study his tired eyes. He always looked tired, even if he had a full night's sleep.

“Taking a nap.” He cocks an eyebrow at your word with unsaid concern. “I know she’ll be up all night, but I’ve gotten so much done.” You whine, gesturing to the kitchen. That doesn’t stop Bucky from looking around the entrance and the living room, which is currently slightly cluttered with Lou’s toys and coloring apparatuses. “I know, I’m not working as fast as I should be, I may have taken a couple short naps here and there.” Bucky just sighs and gives you a lingering peck on the forehead before moving around you to start picking up toys.

“What are you doing for dinner?” Bucky stands and turns to look at you, stretching and groaning as he does.

“I ordered pizza.” You smile, rubbing his jaw as you head back to the kitchen.

Right as Bucky closed the door after accepting the pizza from the delivery person, almost as if it was staged, a small voice came from the door of Lou’s room.

“Do we get pi- BUCKY!” The little girl with her hair still askew, sprints to Bucky and clings onto his right leg.

“Woah there, Puff. Let me set this down first.” You watch through the pass-through from the kitchen as Bucky limps over to the living room table. “What is it with you and your mom and clinging to me today.” A squealing giggle is earned from his comment before he finally sets the pizza down, swiftly picking up Lou in return and swinging her around.

“Is Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam coming, too?” Lou runs her little hands through Bucky’s hair as Bucky’s eyes met yours before he made a choice decision.

“Uh, no. I thought it could just be you, me and your mom.” Lou’s hands stop what they’re doing and Bucky watches as tears well up in her eyes. The next moment consisted of a hard toddler yank to Bucky’s hair, that had you running in to pull her off of him and setting her on the ground.

“What in the world, was that?” Your voice was stern, but it wasn’t a yell, and it definitely held your four year old’s attention.

“I want to see Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve.” Lou inexpertly crosses her arms and scrunches her face. The attitude doesn’t go fully unchecked when you change your stance to match hers, shifting your weight to one side and crossing your arms, but instead your face sported a cocked eyebrow.

“Fix your tone, little girl.” Silence rests between the two of you, with Bucky standing off to the side, not knowing what to do. “Now,” you squat down at first to meet your daughter's eyeline, but when your knees begin to fail on you, you go for a straight kneel before you continue. “I know you like when Steve and Sam come around. They are a lot of fun aren’t they?” Your question receives a small head nod which allows you to continue. “Your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam love you very much, but they can’t always be here. I will see if they can come over soon, but you cannot do this again. When you want something, you ask nicely, and if you can’t have what you want right now, what you just did is a no-no. Now apologize to Bucky for pulling his hair.”

“Sorry Bucky.” Lou’s voice trembles as she walks over to Bucky. He picks her up onto his hip and hugs her close after using his unoccupied hand to help you up off the ground.

“Hey, kiddo. It’s okay. I’m fine.” Bucky’s calm voice soothes her before the crying even starts.

“Hey, let me take her. Can you go get some plates?” Bucky nods and hands Louise off, but fluffs her hair once before he goes to get the plates. “I love you, babygirl. So much.” You bring her close to kiss and take a whiff of her scent that honestly hasn’t changed since she was born. “You want some pizza?” Lou nods lightly so you set her down on the couch and head back the kitchen to get everyone something to drink, right as Bucky comes back with the plates. “Show Bucky what piece you want.”

A couple hours later, two empty pizza boxes laid empty on the table and a tired four year old layed asleep with her head on Bucky’s thigh and her feet occasionally kicking you. “Thirteen hours of labor and this is the thanks I get.” You grumble under your breath after receiving one last kick before standing up to clean the dinner dishes. You take one last look at Bucky and his loving gaze on your daughter before heading back to the kitchen. As you put the cups in the sink you laugh at the devious thankfulness you have for your daughter's temper tantrum and crying earlier because that never fails to knock her out and hopefully her circadian rhythm will take over.

“I’m gonna go put her down.” You jump out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky’s voice behind you at the entrance of the kitchen. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just, in my head.” You shake the water off your hands and turn around. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead and put her down, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Uh, do you want me to wrap her hair?” He gently adjusts her on his hip, freezing when she shifted in her sleep.

“Nah, not necessary. It might wake her up, and I don’t want her to wake up. I might regret this choice later but right now, I don’t care.” You finish your spiel with your lightly bubble covered hand against the counter behind you. Bucky just slowly nods and heads back to your daughter’s bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in your room, quietly making out with your boyfriend. He sat on the foot of your bed, hands gripping your ass as your tongues fervently danced together. Once the moment to come up for air came, you took that opportunity to push Bucky back onto the bed, and then sent a welcomed attack on his lips that had him pulling you closer than what would be considered humanly possible. After some time, his lips moved down to your neck, the scratch of his facial hair sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Ah, James…” The words quietly drip from your mouth, and the vibration from his chuckled response causes you to moan quietly.

“Oh, it’s James now. Okay.” His right hand begin to trail up and down your torso, gently lifting your shirt until its finally up over your head. He flips the two of you over and sits back on his heels to get a look at you. “Say my name again. Please.” His voice is deep, sultry, and you watch as he slowly gets up from the bed and move to the foot of the bed, lightly griping your leggings.

“James.” Your words start Bucky’s removal of you pants, hooded eyes keeping your gaze on his, but after a few seconds the removal stops.

“Again.” You do as told and he continues, slowly pulling at leggings with help from you shimmying. This repeating continued until your pants are finally off, but a small detail that Bucky didn't pay attention to was how your words began to slur together and fade off, and how your shimmies became less vigorous, so by the time Bucky had removed his own shirt and pants, all he saw when he looked up was you asleep, head fallen to the side and a small amount of drool already escaping from your mouth. “She did seem pretty tired.” Bucky goes into the top right drawer of dresser to get one of your big night shirts then reaching into the adjacent drawer filled with his own items that he brings over whenever he stays the night for a pair of pajama pants. He pulls on your night shirt for you and tries his best to tie on your scarf before finally climbing into bed next to you, pulling you into his body before finally falling asleep.

Lou’s little feet pad along the wooden floor, first to your side of the bed to attempt to wake you up, but when the effort led to a fruitless reward, she moves over to where Bucky was laying.

"Bucky." Lou begins to shake at his back which was currently facing her direction, and once she sees him stir slightly she continues. "Bucky, wake up Bucky." She climbs into the bed and sits on her tucked under legs and starts to play with his hair again. He got a rather drastic hair cut a week ago, and she's just been trying to familiarize herself with the style. The light touch of her fingers and the sing-songy way say repeated his name eventually had him awake enough to flip over and look at her.

"What's up, Puff?" He wraps an arm around her as she pushes the Rouge hairs on his forehead out of his face.

"I'm hungry." Her focus still on Bucky’s forehead.

"What time is it?" Bucky tries his hardest to stall fully getting out of bed, but deep down he knew it was a frivolous effort.

"Time for breakfast." She now begins to lightly tap out a beat on Bucky's head, so he answers quickly to get it to stop.

"Okay, okay. Go turn on something for us to watch. I'll be out there in a second." The child immediately leaped of the bed and ran to the living room, giving Bucky room to look at his phone on his night stand for the time. 6:00 am. He slowly makes his way out of the bed, pulling on his shirt that was still sprawled out on the floor and heads out to the kitchen to start breakfast, but not before giving you a light peck on the forehead.

Your internal alarm clock had you stretching and reaching for your phone at 8:45 am. It just so happened that as you scrolled through your notifications, eyeing texts from Imani and Sherry about their dates with Steve and Sam respectively, you nose catches a whiff a heavenly smelling breakfast, and the equally heavenly sound of both Louise’s and Bucky’s laughter from outside your bedroom door. So after going through and responding to said texts, you get up and pull some shorts on under your nightshirt and head out to the kitchen.

"Hi, mommy! Me and Bucky are making breakfast." Lou's little head pops out from around Bucky’s torso. “He let me pour the waffle dough.”

“It’s called batter, Puff.” Bucky turns his head to smile at you. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You walk over and lightly kiss his lips then look over his shoulder to see the waffle iron closed and steaming. “Be careful, baby.” You feel your child’s, now daunting, curls, and watch them bounce as she nods to display that she was listening.

“Hey, we should go on a date tonight.” You blink from behind the refrigerator door, watching as Bucky unknowingly lifts Lou off of the step stool and moves the waffle iron next to the sink but back toward the backsplash.

“Uh… okay. Where did this come from?” You grab orange juice from the fridge and close the door, reaching in the upper cabinets to grab cups.

“It would be a redo of our first date.” You totally forgot the night was cut short due to Louise being sick. The part of the date that had occurred was nice, and having him there to help you was also great, but it did suck that a whole portion of the night had to be cut.

“Oh yeah. Well, uhh, if you have something in mind, I just have to see if I can get someone to babysit at such short notice.” You finally sit down at the table with your plate filled with a waffle, a couple pieces of bacon and some eggs.

“Well, I can tell you that Imani and your other friend, uh-ah-Sherry, yeah, they won’t be available.” You look up from scrolling through you phone with a playfully cocked eyebrow.

“And you know this how?” You take a bite of waffle, eagerly awaiting his answer.

“Well, Sam is still trying to woo Sherry, and apparently,” He raises his hands in defense before continuing. “Apparently, Imani has been keeping Steve very busy.” You nearly choke on the waffle your were chewing on trying to stifle your laugh, but the noise and the subject at hand earned your daughters attention from the living room.

"Do I get to see Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam today?!" Her question came out as an excited squealing as she whipped her head back to look at you two.

"Uh, no, babygirl. Not today, but you might be able to hang out with Peter. How does that sound?” You watch as a bright smile spreads across your daughters face and her curls begin to bounce as she hops up from her spot at the coffee table.

“Peter! Yay Peter! My boyfriend!” You and Bucky both stop and look at each other, stifling your laughs.

“You like Peter, huh?” You finish your text asking Peter of he’s free to babysit tonight, and take another bite of waffle.

“Yeah, he’s my bestfriend!” You nod, still holding in a chuckle as Louise smiles brightly.

At that moment you receive a text back from Peter:

Peter Parker (Babysitter):

I would love to watch Louise tonight! I just have some homework to do that I can do while I watch her. But is it ok if I come over there to watch her? May has a date tonight.

Perfect, now you don't have to take Lou there then come back and you can just leave from your place instead. You answered Peter confirming plans and then look back up at Bucky. "Wait, where exactly are we going? I haven't seen you make any reservations recently." You finally place your phone down to finish your breakfast.

"We won't need them." He just give you a toothy grin as he gets up from his seat to clean up his spot. Then you watch him with your signature cocked eyebrow as he comes around to give you a kiss on your scarved hair. "Always so skeptical."

"Fine then Mr. 'I Got This', what should I wear to this date that you got all planned out?" You get up from your spot to clean your dishes and Bucky heads to the living room to say bye to Louise. He thinks for a second before answering.

"Remember the outfit you wore when we took Louise to the giant Toys R Us? The outfit with the cardigan and the jeans?" You nod from your spot as you continue cleaning dishes. "Something like that, kinda casual."

"Well, thank you for being so specific." He nods and finally gets to Louise, whose focus was being held by Saturday morning cartoons, in this case it was Looney Toons.

"Hey, Puff. I'm heading out but I'll be back tonight to take your Mommy out, okay?" He picks her up so she could be at eyeline with him.

"Okay. Where are you taking her?" Lou's hands wander back to Bucky's hair, the little hands rubbing at the short hair bringing Bucky a sort of peace.

"It's a surprise. But I'll tell you all about it right after, promise." Lou nods at Bucky's words then gives him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, that being Bucky's cue to set her back down. "Alright, I'll be back to pick you up around 7, alright?" Bucky's keys jingle as he pulls his shoes back on.

"Okie dokie, love you." You speak to him from the sink thought the pass through.

"Love you too. Both of you." And with these words he leaves, leaving a hopeful feeling for tonight's festivities.

It was now 6:30, and you were still stationed in the bathroom, a bit past starting your make up.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can Louise have some ice cream? She keeps asking and I just wanted to check." Peter pops his head into the bathroom. "You look very nice by the way."

"Thank you, Peter. Um, has she eaten all of her dinner yet?" You go back to dusting some shimmery maroon eyeshadow along your eyelid.

"Well, it looks like it, but I have an odd suspicion that she hid her broccoli." Peter responds, still only having his head poked into the bathroom, holding onto the door frame.

"She would do that." You sigh, giving your eyes and hand a break. "Lightly grill her to make sure she did eat her broccoli. If she did actually eat her broccoli, then yeah she can have ice cream. 2 scoops."

"And if she didn't eat the broccoli?" Peter's face contorted to a questioning expression.

"Hold out on he a bit. She'll crack and eat the vegetables. Then you can give her some. Have you had anything to eat? Dinner or anything?" You go back to swiping on eyeshadow, now a deeper brown color.

"I got a small pack of powdered donuts before I got here, but I really haven't had anything since lunch." You stop again watch look at him, chuckling as he begins to cower under your gaze.

"Peter, go eat some food. Fridge is open to you, okay? I don't want you starving while you're over here." You take glances back at him using the mirror, smirking at the smile growing on his face.

"Okay, I will. Thank you Ms. Y/L/N." Peter's head finally disappears from the door frame and you hear the boy questioning your four year old, knowing either way he will most likely just give her ice cream.

Eventually 6:30 became 6:55 and you found yourself fixing little bits of your appearance in your full length mirror, checking out your outfit, which comprised of a dark brown cardigan, a basic flowy white t-shirt, leggings and black calf high boots. "This is gonna have to be casual enough." Just as you speak to yourself in the mirror, you faintly here the knock at the door and Peter letting Bucky in.

"Hey, Peter. Thanks for watching Louise tonight." Bucky keeps his attention on Peter as he limps over to the couch with a squealing four year old clung to his leg.

"Oh, it's no problem at all. I love watching her." They both look towards your room when you ask for a couple more minutes then go back to their conversation. "Um, I actually have a question for you, if you don't mind?"

"Kid, I am not helping you with your history homework again. Don't you have the inter-" Bucky begins to rant before being cutoff by a now more nervous Peter.

"No, I actually was wondering if you could help me with this girl at school. You know getting her to notice me." Bucky just cocks a curious eyebrow at him and he continues. "Well, when you and Ms. Y/L/N started dating you weren't t-the most approachable, ya know,"

"Thin ice, kid." Bucky has now put some of his attention into helping Louise color a page in her coloring book.

"S-sorry, it's just, I was wondering, well, hoping you had some pointers to help me talk to her." Bucky hadn't noticed until now that Peter has moved to the other end of the couch which wasn't far from where he sat but the increased distance was noticeable, so be took a breath and gave his advice.

"Don't overthink it, and stay relaxed. That's really all the advice I can give because Louise is the only reason I got the opportunity to talk to Y/N. So, yeah…" Bucky's eyebrows furrow when he sees Peter frantically typing into his phone, about to ask what it was, that was until you exclaim your emergence from your room.

"Ta-da! This casual enough?" You hold out your arms and quickly step to turned around, displaying not only your outfit, but your dangly "diamond" earrings, and your hair, currently in its natural form but done up a bit.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Bucky walks over to you with his arms open and give you a light kiss while gently pulling you towards him by your upper arms. While he was coming towards you, you got a glance of his outfit, dark jeans, burgundy quarter sleeve henley, and leather jacket, a common combination for him that he wore so we'll.

"Well you look great too. Shall we get going?" You go over to the pass though to grab your purse and then the living room to give Louise one last kiss. "Be good for Peter. Love you, babydoll."

"Yes ma'am, love you too mommy." She grabs your face with her little hands to pull you in for another kiss, and then goes back to coloring. "Thank you again Peter. We should be back around 11:30."

"Okay. Bye Ms. Y/L/N. Bye uh- Mr- B- uh…" Peter frantically looks back and forth between the two of you, and you just stifle a laugh and look towards Bucky.

"It's just Bucky kid. We've been over this." He leads you out the door by the small of your back. "Have fun you two." Finally, you and Bucky were out the door and off to the mystery date location.

"So you having fun?" Bucky asks as you two sway back and forth, slow dancing to the music of an acoustic guitar being played on the stage of a small amphitheater-like area decorated for a date night event.

"Who knew eating a box of pizza in the car and then slow dancing in Central Park would be so romantic.?" You lift your head from Bucky's chest to scan his face, admiring how soft he looks in the light glow of the twinkle lights above. "I like your hair like this." You run your finger up and though his short hair, scratching his scalp and eliciting a deep groan from him.

"You did that on purpose." A mischievous grin grows on his face as his grip tightens slightly around your waist, one hand beings to slip down to grip your butt. "I will not hesitate to bring you back to the car. You owe me from last night anyway." You playfully hit his arms, making him laugh then go to kiss your nose.

"I was tired. You can't blame me, blame my severely messed up circadian rhythm." You giggle your last few words due to the tickle of Bucky's stubble on your neck as he begins to sprinkle kisses up and down.

"You smell good. You always smell good." His kissed being to move along your jaw.

"You have never smelled me after a 12 hour shift, huh?" Bucky's lips finally reach yours, starting with light pecks and ending with deep passionate kisses boarding on inappropriate frenching.

"Woah there, I'm sure you could take this party somewhere more private. Thinking about it, you weren't one to be very modest were you?" That voice. You know that voice. You hate that voice. No, it can't be.

"Trevor." Is all you say, not looking to the man standing a few feet from you and Bucky, seeming to be with someone.

"You know this guy?" You can tell by his voice that Bucky was on edge, hugging you close to him and turning you away.

"Unfortunately. Bucky, this is my uh- ex-husband."

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tetsurouskuro · 4 years

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Lose Somebody

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut,

word count: 3,385

a/n: i get most of my ideas while listening to music, so listening to onerepublic - lose somebody got me this idea, it’ll be super fluffy so i hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Synopsis: You’re friends with benefits with Bokuto and you fall in love him. Confessing your feelings for him, expecting him to feel the same only to be rejected and end your friendship with him. Will the two of you find your way back to each other?

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The sound of the second set being finished could be heard in the gymnasium. Loud cheering from the stands of people who were watching and clapping. Another win for Fukurodani, another win for Bokuto. He looked happy, cheering with his teammates. His loud “hey, hey hey” echoed through the big room. He had a talent for volleyball. He was one of the best spikers in all of Japan for his age and that was something. He was sure to be scouted when he went on to start college.

College. Those words echoed through your head. You didn't want to think about college, because college meant being seperated from Bokuto and that's something you didn't want to think about now. Now you needed to celebrate with him.

You'd known Bokuto since first year of high school. He was that goofy but very attractive guy that most girls wanted. You had accidentally bumped into him and that made you drop all of your textbooks, all of them ending up in a pile of paper on the floor and he had (to your surprise) bent down to help you and apologized over and over, even though it wasn't his fault. Ever since then you'd become friends and put up with all of his different mood swings and what nots, well you and Akaashi.

In these 3 years, the two of you had somehow ended up in bed together. The both of you had an attraction for each other, that you couldn't deny, but when he had said “let's not do that again” it had happened again anyway. So, Bokuto had then come up with a better solution after it had repeated yet another time.

“Let's just be friends with benefits.” He had blurted out late one night while the two of you were watching a movie on his bed.

“Huh? What?”

“You know. Fuck buddies, bed buddies. Whatever you call it.” Looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights, you didn't move a muscle.

“I know what friends with benefits mean, I am not stupid... I'm just surprised. That's all.”

“Well we've tried to not have sex but that didn't work out so why not just embrace it?” Pausing the movie he looked at you with anticipation, waiting for your answer.

“Sure, but don't go and fall in love with me, Bokuto Koutarou.”

“Pfft, like I have any time for that. I don't want a relationship anyway. All my focus is on volleyball and finishing school.” With that being said, he climed on top of you, his palms flat on the bed between your shoulders. Leaning down to seal the deal with a kiss, his lips trailed down, making you hot and bothered.

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You'd said for him not to fall in love with you, yet here you were, third year in high school and head over heels in love with Bokuto.

Sighing you removed yourself from the railing and started to move so you could greet him when he and the rest of the team exited the gymnasium. Reaching the big doors where the team exited you could see the back of Bokuto's head. His black and grey spikes being damp from sweat. His back muscles clinging to his sweaty back, making your knees go weak. Yesterday he had fucked you so hard on his bed that your nails had left marks on his back, but he didn't mind. He loved it, and you loved when the two of you were intimate. Just thinking about it made you horny.

“Oi! Airhead,” you yelled at the goofy boy who turned around and smiled when he saw you. Walking towards you he embraced you in his arms, your head hard against his chest.

“Did you see that last spike I did? It was awesome. I'm awesome.”

“Ew, you're sweaty and yes I did. I watched the whole game. You're lucky you got Akaashi to save your ass.”

“W-What? I... (y/n), so rude.” The big muscular man infront of you pouted and you could only giggle. It was fun to trigger him.

“Kidding. Or am I? Haha, anyway... Congrats on the big win Bokuto. How are you gonna celebrate?”

“Meanie, that's what you are and I was thinking of celebrating by having you naked in my bed,” smirking at you as he said it made you bite your lip, giving him the respons that he wanted.

“Okay. Fine by me.”

“Excellent. I'll text you when you can come over,” he said while slowly taking small steps backwards, his eyes never leaving you.

“Sure. Have fun,” waving goodbye at him you watched as he turned around and sprinted to where his teammates were. Once he was out of sight, your smile dropped and your left hand grabbed a hold of your shirt and sqeezed tightly. 'Tonight', you thought. 'Tonight, I'll confess.'

It was Akaashi who had asked you why you didn't confess to Bokuto one night. You'd been surprised that he'd figured out your feelings for him, but only because the two of you acted like a couple already. Everytime you were around Bokuto and his teammates the two of you would always be together; sitting next to each other, your head in his lap while he massaged your scalp or his fingers tracing patterns on your back as you hummed a tune that was stuck in your head.

The way you two would fight over what food to order or which movie to watch. Konoha had one time called you a couple and the both of you had denied it and soon it became an inside joke where the team teased both of you and after a while the both of you stopped arguing back.

You had noticed how Bokuto sometimes would watch you when you studied, or when you furrowed your eyebrows when you thought hard of something. He'd sometimes throw out compliments at you like cute, adorable and pretty. Those compliments would make you blush and it was then you'd noticed yourself that shit, you were in love with that airhead.

Walking towards your home, earphones in each ear and listening to some music you got home quicker than you'd anticipated. Both of your parents were away for buisness and being an only child sure has its perks.

Walking into your bathroom, you started the shower and began to undress and get ready for your night with Bokuto and hope that it won't be your last one.

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Bokuto has your back pressed against his bedroom door, his tongue invading yours, slowly stroking his own with yours. His hands finds the hem of your shirt, his lips parting from yours so he can pull it over your head and the throw it on the floor. It lands on a pile beside his own shirt that was discarded just minutes ago. His lips is quickly back on yours as his hips start to grind against your lower belly, a moan erupting from your mouth.

“No foreplay. I just wanna fuck, 'kay?” he speaks against your lips, working on getting your pants and thongs off of you, sliding them both down your legs, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from your neck and downwards.

“Mhm... oh-kay Kou,” you moan out his nickname and feel him leave a wet and sloppy kiss on your clit, making you jump at the sensation of his lips there.

Once he has you completely naked, he picks you up like you weight nothing and walks you towards his bed, placing you on the center of it. He's fast with taking off his own pants and briefs and basically throws himself at you. Him hovering over you as he thrusts inside you, without any warning, making you let out a loud moan. Your hands grab his shoulders, your nails digging deep into his skin. Marking him.

“Fuck yes, (y/n). You always feel so good around me.” Your walls tighten around him as you sigh in complete satisfaction.

“You feel good inside of me,” you answer him back. Both of your eyes looking into each other as he starts to move in and out of you, his eyes never leaving yours. If he doesn't see that you're utterly head over heels in love with him then he's just as stupid as he looks. Even though he looks like a sex god.

Bokuto places his forearms beside your head and leans down, his lips meeting yours. Closing your eyes you let him take the lead, chose which tempo he wants to take you in. His thrusts are slow and gentle, like he's making love to you and that makes your heart pound harder against your chest.

His lips pulls away from yours as his thrusts starts to quicken, your own hips start to meet his. He's looking at you, never leaving your gaze as you gaze up at him. Moans erupting from your mouth. His own moans and grunts are coming out every now and then. Sweat forming on his forehead as his hips starts to pound even harder against yours.

“Fuck this,” he speaks as he changes position so he's on his knees. His hands grabs your legs and pulls them together and hugs them against his chest, pulling your ass up so the head of his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Fuuuck, Bokuto. Oh my... god,” you moan out. 'I love you' you think as his hips slaps roughly against your ass. His hips keep getting rougher.

“Fuuuuuck. Cum (y/n). I'm close, so close.” The building sensation in your lower belly erupts and you cum without any warning, milking his cock with your juices.

“Fuck, Bokuto!” I love you. I love you. I love you. You chant in your head as you try to calm down your breathing.

“Shiiiit,” Bokuto swears as he reaches his own climax, his hot seed filling you up to the brim. His own breathing being heavy as he tries to calm down. He places your legs on each side of him and pulls out of you, and starts pacing in his bedroom.

“Kou?” you sit up on his bed and watch him.

“Why did you say it? Was it because of the sex or was it something else?” Oh no.

“W-What are you talking about, Kou?”

“The 'I love you' part, (y/n). Is there something you wanna tell me?” He stops pacing and looks at your horrified expression.

“I-” you try to form your words but, by the way he's reacting you already know how he feels, and it's slowly breaking your heart. “I-I'm in love with you Bokuto.”

“No, (y/n). You know I don't want a relationship. I need to focus on volleyball.”

“Why can't you do that and love me at the same time? Nothing will change, only that we're a couple. You feel the same, right? I mean the way that you're with me.”

Letting out a big sigh, Bokuto gazes at you. His eyes stern. “I don't feel the same (y/n). I'm sorry. We should stop this-” you don't let him finish his sentence. Your eyes already watering and you can slowly hear how your heart is breaking, piece by piece it's falling apart.

“Yes,” you answer him, almost whispering. You climb off the bed and start to dress yourself, quickly.

“Wait, stay. I don't want you to go home this late. It's already 10PM and-”

“You can't be serious. I just confessed that I am in love with you, you moron and you expect me to stay? I can't stay.” Pulling on the sweater over your head, you brush away the tears that had just fallen. “We can't be friends. I can't see you. Just looking at you now is breaking me. I need time. Space. Don't call, don't text, don't try to speak to me. Just... leave me alone,” your last words come out as a sob as you walk out from his room, to the hallway and pull on your shoes fast. Slamming the door behind you as you leave the Bokuto residence. Sobs erupting from your mouth and tears falling down as you walk with fast steps home.

Bokuto could only watch from his bedroom window as you walked away from him, wondering why there was an aching pain in his chest.

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It had been a week since you'd last seen Bokuto. You missed him. So much. You wanted to write 'I miss you' on a rock and throw it in his face just to show him how much it hurts missing him. But what good would that do? It wouldn't make him love you.

Once you had gotten home that night a week ago you had slammed the front door hard and started sobbing, your back against the door as you slowly slid your back down so you were sitting against it instead. Your face in the palm of your hands as you continued to sob and hated the pain that was in your chest. You wanted it gone. You wanted to forget about Bokuto. You wanted him out of your life.

Okay, not really. You wanted him to feel the same. You wanted him to tell you that he loved you. That it was all a stupid prank and that he actually loved you.

The vibrating sound of your phone against the bedside table interrupted you from your thoughts as you picked it up, seeing a text message from Akaashi.

Akaashi Keiji: Hi. How are you doing?

You: I'm shit. Literally a bag of shit.

Akaashi Keiji: Well if it makes you feel any better, Bokuto-san is feeling like shit too.

You: Good. He should. Asshole.

Akaashi Keiji: Give it time. I think the both of you need time apart. He'll come around, I'm sure.

You: What I need isn't what I want, but thanks Akaashi-kun.

You throw your phone down beside you on the bed. The feeling of tears welling up in your eyes yet again.

“Stop fucking crying (y/n),” you tell yourself loudly and sigh, brushing away the tears with the sleeve of your shirt. For a week now you'd been drowning in your own tears. Skipping school and just lying in bed, sleeping and barely eating. Just drowning in your own sadness, wishing for Bokuto and his arms to embrace you. Wishing for this nightmare to be over.

Once again does your phone vibrate and when you look at who it is, you suddenly forget how to breathe. A text message from Bokuto.

Bokuto “Airhead” Koutarou: Hey, hey, heeeeey (y/n). How are you? Okay shit question but... I know you don't want to see me and you said not to speak to you but I really wanna see you and talk with you. Can I come over?

You: No. Leave me alone!

You start crying again. How much can a person even cry? When was this going to end? You didn't know how much more heartache you could take...

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Walking into school on a monday morning you tried to look normal, like your whole world wasn't crashing right in front of you. Reaching your locker, you pulled out your shoes, pulling them on and walking towards your classroom. Not in the slightest ready for a class. Reaching the stairs, you start to climb up only to be stopped as someone was waiting for you at the top of the stairs. That someone being Bokuto.

Sighing, you continue and walk past him. “I told you to leave me alone.”

“I just wanna talk,” he spoke as he caught up with you. Him slightly walking behind you.

“Well, I don't. I wanna get over you and I can't do that when you're interrupting me all the damn time.”

“I don't like this eaither. I'm also hurting.” You stop in your tracks, making Bokuto bump right into you.

“You're hurting?” You say, a bit louder than what you intended. Turning around to face him, tears in your eyes, you speak again. “You don't know what I'm feeling. My heart is fucking broken. I love you. I've loved you all this time and I was so fucking stupid for thinking that you felt somewhat the same but stupid little (y/n) could only think as long as her nose can reach.” You start to walk away from him. Class had already begun and the hallways were empty, only you and Bokuto were there.

“Sometimes you gotta lose somebody just to find out you really loved someone,” he speaks. Making you stop in your tracks once again. You start to breathe heavily as you wait for him to continue.

“I've never experienced love before. I was scared, of what I can't tell but I was stupid, okay?” His footsteps kept getting louder and clearer, meaning he was closing in on you.

“My heart cannot find rest while you are gone, everything has lost its color since you are not here. I miss you. The biggest mistake of my life was letting you go. Trust me, all I want is to be with you. I-” Bokuto stops himself for speaking any further. He's close to you, so close that when you see him moving so he's in front of you all you can do is to watch his body, not daring to look at him as your tears are pouring from your eyes, listening to his words.

“I love your flaws, laugh, smile, tears, mistakes, errors, nagging and lies. Despite everything, I just want to be with you again. And this time, I won't let you go. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you're not happy, I'll be your smile. If you need me, I'll always be there.”

There's a big quiet moment before he speaks again. “If I could do it all over again... I would know what it felt like to lose you. If you give me just one more chance I promise, I will do everything in my power to keep you.”

Taking a deep breath, you gaze up into his eyes. Seeing the hurt in them. Okay so maybe Akaashi didn't lie. He did look like shit. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you opened them again. Looking into his golden orbs as you spoke.

“I'm scared, Bokuto. But maybe I'm scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I need, everything I want.”

He stepped even closer, your chest now touching his. You could hear your own heartbeat, nervous of what his reply would be.

His hands reaches for yours, holding them as he speaks to you. “I know... I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you? I know I don't deserve you, I don't have right to even be asking this... but please, just one more chance. I am not promising not to fight with you, or get mad at you but I am promising to give myself to you, completely. Please, just let me try to be what you need.”

“Okay,” you answer because you want him. You want him in your arms, on your lips, in your bed. All of him. His mind, soul and body, all at once.

“W-What?”

“I said okay. Want me to repeat myself airhead?” You smile at him. The goofy and emotional captain of the Fukurodani volleyball team smiles back at you.

“Don't go and use Kuroo's nicknames on me.”

“You'll always be an airhead, wheter you like it or not.”

“C'mere,” he said as he pulls you to him, embracing you in his strong arms. His cologne hitting your nose. He pulls your chin up with his hand and kisses you softly on the lips. Both of your eyes closing as you lean into the kiss more, his lips tasting like mint.

“I've missed this,” you speak softly against him, your lips never breaking apart.

“Me too.”

“Don't leave me again.”

“Never,” he replied as he pulls you even closer, not daring to let you go.

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heartless-symphony · 3 years

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Secret admirer (S.R. x Reader)

Hi ! I had this idea stuck in my mind for a while, so here it is ! Tell me what you think and please send requests !

Thanks to my two proof readers @gublergooob and @marvel-love-posts thank you so much !!

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Secret admirer

Ship : Spencer Reid x Reader

Type : High School Au Fluff

Warning : maybe some curse words?? i dont even know

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Spencer's eyes fell on you as you walked past him, earphones on, head down. You looked like you were in your own world, ignoring the people around you just as much as they ignored you. A soft smile grew on his lips as he saw your fingers tap your legs and in what he guessed was the rhythm of your music. His eyes followed the movement of your legs, realizing that they, too, were moving in sync with the music you must have been listening to. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself, and that simple thought made him smile inexplicably.

"When are you gonna tell her?"

Spencer jumped in surprise, turning around to see his group of friends, standing there with a knowing smile. JJ was the one who had talked, smiling softly, holding her books close to her chest. Derek was standing beside her, obviously enjoying this. Emily looked more tired than anything. She had asked Spencer to talk to you for a long time now, but he never listened. Then there was Penelope, she had a gentle smile on her lips, but her eyes were playful. They were all so different, but they got along really well. The only two missing from the friend group were, Aaron, who had finished high school already and went to study law, and Professor Rossi, who had joined them all together around a game of crime, suspects, innocent and impostors. Spencer sighed and looked away, trying to find you in the crowd, but you had already disappeared, probably going to your not-so-secret place.

"I can't talk to her. She's gonna think I'm crazy!"

Derek let out a loud laugh, before Penelope slapped the back of his head. He sent her a glare, to which she responded with a playful air kiss.

"Trust me, pretty boy, she already thinks you're crazy."

Spencer let out a sigh, ignoring his friends who gently told Derek to shut his mouth. JJ shrugged, ignoring their friends too.

"Why don't you write her a letter?"

"Yeah" added Emily, suddenly less interested in hitting Derek and more on teasing him. "You can leave it in her locker. You probably know which one it is, since you're always starring"

Spencer looked down. That wasn't such a bad idea. You never had to find out it was him who sent those letters, and it might even make you smile. Spencer sent a thankful look to his friends, before the bell rang and he immediately started walking to his next class - in which, coincidentally, you were too. He sat down at his desk and, for the first time since he was a kid, he didn't listen to the teacher. For once, he focused on a piece of paper, trying to think of what he could write. He didn't want to sound like a creep, he knew enough to know a random letter could make you scared. He couldn't sound too emotional either, because it would be coming on too strong, and he couldn't afford it. After a while, he glanced at you, taking notes in your notebook, and he smiled. He looked back at his paper, and almost immediately started writing

"I'll hold you in my heart, till I can hold you in my arms

- Eddy Arnold"

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You weren't expecting it. You weren't expecting anything, to be honest. You had started the day thinking it would be like any others. You were wrong. When you opened your locker on monday morning, you were surprised to see a folded piece of paper. You could tell someone had slipped it in because it wasn’t there before. You hesitantly opened it, blushing as you read it. You flipped it around, hopping to see who it was from, or even just a hint,something, anything. But at your biggest despair, there was nothing. You looked around you hoping to see a familiar face in the crowd, someone watching you, but you didn't see anyone.

You looked at the paper again, before slipping it in your favorite book, which was always in your locker. Coincidentally, it was a quote book, and it made you smile even more. Someone knew you pretty well. You just hoped it wasn't someone just messing with you.

It went on for days, you would rush to your locker multiple times a day to see if there was a little paper. It started once a day, with quotes from your favorite authors, or little poems you already knew by heart. After a while, your collection of letters at the bottom of your locker grew bigger, making you smile. The letters slowly got more personal, and you could tell some of the texts were written just for you. You would always look around with a thankful smile, trying to show this secret admirer how much these messages meant to you.

Spencer spent nights and day trying to find what to write, he needed it to be perfect, just like he thought you were. He always looked at you from afar, loved you from afar. Your smile was something he found himself longing for.

Derek watched him, arms crossed obviously bored and tired of waiting for him to make a move, a real move, not simple, unsigned letters. Granted, he was glad to see the both of you smiling goofily, but it wasn't enough. He needed to do something.

It was Friday morning, and you rushed to your locker as soon as you could, excited to see the message you would get. However, when you opened it, there was not one, but two papers. You took the first one, smiling as you recognized the handwriting. It was a simple quote, but it made you smile like a twelve year-old girl with a dumb crush. You didn't even know who it was from, but you could feel a connection, linked by the papers, by the thoughts he put on papers, how much he seemed to know you. Not knowing what to expect. you opened the second paper, your eyes widening as you read it.

"Science lab 1, 4pm."

You smiled before blushing furiously. Your secret admirer wanted to meet. If you had a best friend, they would probably tell you not to go because it was too dangerous, you didn't know who it was and if you could trust them. But you were alone, and it felt like you knew this person already. You looked around and nodded, hoping they would see you were ready to meet.

Spencer sighed as he walked up to the lab. He had no idea why Derek had asked him to go there, but he knew it wasn't good. Derek Morgan had the nasty habit of doing anything he wanted, no matter the consequences. Spencer stood in the middle of the room, looking around uncomfortably. When you walked in, your eyes met, and he froze. A shy smile grew on your lips and you put your hands together, blushing a bit.

"Spencer."

His eyes widened. He didn't think a girl like you could pay attention to someone like him, someone so quiet. But once again, you were the same. "You-You know my name ?"

You blushed and looked down, smiling shyly, before nodding slowly. "I-I do.. How could I not ? You're… Awesome.. Those letters… Thank you."

Spencer blushed and looked down, before looking back up at her.

"How did you know it was me ?"

You looked down. "I didn't know. I- there was a paper in my locker telling me to-to come here, and I thought… I thought it was you.."

Spencer frowned, before letting out a soft laugh. You tilted your head, obviously not understanding until he let out, in between laughs, a name.

"Derek"

It took you a bit of time before you connected the dots, you didn’t know his friends much, but Derek was the star of the school, with his looks and personality.Soon, you joined him, laughing softly. He glanced at you, your wide smile, your eyes sparkling happily, and his heart skipped a beat. You were so beautiful, and sometimes he felt like you didn't realize it. You soon calmed down, both of you smiling so widely your cheeks hurt.

"So.. It was you ? From the beginning ?"

Spencer nodded slowly, his smile fading. He was worried about what you would say, but you smiled softly and blushed a bit. "I-I hoped it was you.."

His eyes widened and he blushed a bit. He was about to talk when you cut him off. "A-are you gonna ask me out ?"

Spencer bit and you looked down, immediately regretting your question, until he nodded slowly and took a step forward. "If you-if you want me to."

You nodded gently, smiling up at him. He smiled back at you, obviously very excited at the idea. He hesitantly took another step forward, and you did the same. You waited for him to reach for your hand, before smiling widely.

"Tomorrow, at the park ?"

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shunsuiken · 3 years

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JJK BOYS + THEIR FAVOURITE RED VELVET TITLETRACKS

genre. sfw (possible manga spoilers ahead btw)

an. manifesting a red velvet comeback 🕯&& this is my attempt of studying the characters without actually studying the characters. tell me if you want some other characters added to this too ! <3

itadori yuuji -> HAPPINESS & RED FLAVOR. i know he listens to these two every morning while he’s brushing his teeth or something. he definitely listens to upbeat & happy songs like these considering the type of situation he’s put himself in with sukuna and the jujutsu world </3 these are also his comfort songs too.

megumi fushiguro -> ok listen: umpah umpah. he probably didn’t even know he would like a song like this until one day itadori played it through the earphones they were both sharing and it would just hit him then and there that he had been skipping a titletrack so incredible with his whole chest. it pains him for a bit. doesn’t tell itadori because he knows itadori is just gonna chastise him about it.

gojo satoru -> zimzalabim. need i say more?

nanami kento -> be natural. although this isn’t a titletrack and a single instead, he does enjoy listening to red velvet’s vocals through this song & its a great jazzy song to have tea to. guess you could say this is the background music that plays in his head.

getou suguru -> psycho. i’ll let you interpret that by yourself.

inumaki toge -> ice cream cake because he can actually sing the lyrics without accidentally affecting people with his cursed technique. so whenever its karaoke night (lets just imagine that they have the time for this <3) megumi plays it so that inumaki doesn’t feel left out :’)

yuuta okkotsu -> one of these nights. a soft ballad. it helps him calm himself down when he’s about to go to bed, he probably listens to it when he showers too.

mahito -> power up. i can just imagine him hyping himself up with this one. and when he’s not transfiguring humans, he’s learning the choreo to convince himself that he is their 6th member. i’m sure he’d also enjoy peek-a-boo too. just because it has some creepy/mysterious yet sexc vibes y’know?

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen hcs #itadori yuuji headcanons #megumi fushiguro headcanons #gojo satoru hcs #nanami kento hcs #geto suguru hcs #jjk inumaki #jjk yuuta #jjk mahito

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hawkbucks · 4 years

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Prompt: I always see you in the library and I think you’re really cute so I leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush AU.

Note: Originally sent in by an anon on my now-deleted older blog (as is usual with these reposted ficlets jgkfld)

It starts, like every good this-is-how-I-met-my-boyfriend story does, with Bucky dragging himself to the library after barely getting 2 hours of sleep last night.

With his trusty can of Red Bull and an ancient laptop that might as well have had dust spluttering out of its vents, he sits down in silent isolation from the other groups of students who take the library as a place to socialize and listen to music without earphones on as opposed to actually studying or writing their 3 essays that are due the next day. (He does, however, realize the hypocrisy in his way of thinking considering the obscene amount of time that he spends shooting the shit with Steve, Sam, and Nat in their group chat whilst his physics homework lies ignored.)

He takes a generous gulp of his Red Bull and turns on his laptop, ready to wait the 34 years it takes to boot up. The chair creaks disconcertingly underneath him as he leans back, but he’s had too many sleepless nights and too many mental breakdowns to care. If it snaps, it snaps. A trip to the hospital for a bashed-in head would at least give him an excuse to take time off from the hell that is university.

His laptop groans like it wants him to put it out of its misery, preferably with a BB pellet to the motherboard. He watches as the screen flashes white and the Baintronics logo pops up and swirls on the screen. A black loading bar appears under the logo. He waits, tapping his fingers on the table.

30%

Somehow unloads to 19%

5–hold on. There’s movement in his peripheral vision. People sometimes come and intrude in his little corner when they’re tired of everyone else like he is, and it’s been long enough since the last person that he curiously looks up–

–and promptly lays his eyes on the cutest guy he’s ever seen. His black hair sits in a mess of soft-looking curls on his head, he’s wearing an oversized t-shirt with the Jurassic Park logo on it (Bucky thinks he’s in love already), and a pair of glasses perches on the bridge of his nose. Glasses. Bucky chokes on his spit and almost tips his chair over. It’s not creepy, he tells himself as his eyes follow the cute guy who ends up sitting two tables over and, thankfully, ends up sitting in a way so that Bucky can see his face. He watches as he take out a sleek laptop, a binder, and dumps out a bunch of pencils and pens. No, I’m just… admiring his looks. And it’s not like Steve doesn’t openly ogle Thor every time they pass each other… fuck, Barnes, get it together.

Bucky shakes his head and turns his attention back to his laptop screen.

As it turns out, concentrating on his stupid study guide for this stupid quiz that’s coming up is near impossible when the adorable (yeah, because cute just isn’t enough) guy keeps shifting in his seat and giving Bucky excuses to look over. Bucky’s trying to remember all these formulas but the only thing that he’s committing to memory is the way that the guy sticks the tip of his tongue out when he’s, presumably, deep in thought, or the way that he has to blow his bangs out of his face when they come down to cover his eyes. The study guide, Barnes! Bucky’s mind yells. You don’t even know this guy! Stop mooning over him!

He goes back to writing down practice problems in his notebook and gets maybe 4 problems in when he hears wood screeching against linoleum and realizes that Adorable Guy has gotten up, leaving behind pretty much everything. Bit trusting, isn’t he?

Then, a light bulb flickers on in Bucky’s head. He rummages around in his backpack for some post-it notes.

He pulls out a stack of post-its–the pastel blue ones that he was supposed to be using for his history class but never actually got around to doing so. They’ll do. Just wanted to say that you’re cute, he scratches out on one post-it. His stomach twists and turns as he peels it off and tiptoes over to Adorable Guy’s seat, looking around to make sure he isn’t seen. Before his mind can catch up and tell him that this is a terrible idea, he flattens the post-it on the binder and slinks back to his own table.

He doesn’t know when Adorable Guy will be back, but he works on making himself look as busy as possible. There aren’t many other people around, but there are other people, so hopefully the guy won’t assume it was Bucky if he looked like he was elbow-deep in physics. He taps his foot, impatient.

1 thunk of Bucky’s head against the table later, and Adorable Guy comes back with a veritable stack of books in his arms. Bucky watches over the top of his laptop as Adorable Guy lays the books down and looks at his binder in confusion, sliding into his seat.

He picks the note up, reads it, and a pretty pink starts to rise up on his cheeks and dust itself across the bridge of their nose. He look around with wide eyes, seeming to take in everyone surrounding him and calculating who’s most likely to have written him that note. “Excuse me.” He reaches out towards Bucky, the note in his hand and sounding as sweet as Bucky thought he would. “Did you see anyone leave this here?”

Bucky puts on his best confused face and shrugs. “No, sorry.” He tries to not stare into the other’s eyes, even if, as cliche as it is, he feels like he could get lost in them.

Adorable Guy nods. “It’s fine.” And he turns away, just like that, probably pondering on whether it’s worth it to bother others and solve this mystery.

Bucky goes back to looking busy, but continues to watch over his laptop as Adorable Guy smiles softly, folds the note, and puts it into their pencil bag.

Oh, Bucky’s so screwed.

If anyone notices that Bucky starts frequenting the library even more than he usually does in the following weeks, they don’t say anything. Well, okay, they don’t say anything, but Natasha does throw him questioning looks and Sam wiggles his eyebrows at him. He might just have a tiny, slight addiction to passing on some anonymous notes to Adorable Guy. It’s just small. Miniscule. It’s not like his day feels a tad bit worse whenever he sees that Adorable Guy aren’t in his seat, and it’s not like his day brightens up whenever he sees him blush after reading one of his newest notes.

Nuh-uh. None of that.

None of Bucky waiting impatiently for Adorable Guy to get up and get some new books before he writes, Your hair is looking especially good today, when Adorable Guy comes in with his hair looking extra fluffy, or before Bucky writes, You’re smart. Just keep studying, I know you can do it, when he notices that Adorable Guy is huffing and puffing and running his hands though his hair more than usual.

None of Bucky barely able to hold in his own smiles, feeling his heart flutter when Adorable Guy positively beams.

All of this and it’s without Bucky actually knowing the other’s name. He realizes that he should remedy that sooner rather than later, but for now… he supposes he can keep anonymous for a little while longer.

As if on cue, Adorable Guy gets out of his seat again. Part of Bucky wonders if Adorable Guy has grown as excited as he is about the notes; he’s been getting up more and more, and he comes back empty handed or with a bag of chips from the vending machine more often than with another stack of books.

Quickly, Bucky takes out another stack of post-its–this time in a light pink–and writes, I’m not sure if you’ll still be coming here after this quarter is over, but I just wanted to say that you really are beautiful. Thanks for hanging around. He signs it with a smiley face and begins that familiar walk to the other’s table.

“You!” Adorable Guy whispers as he pops out from behind a bookcase, looking entirely too delighted and proud of himself, when Bucky’s about to stick the note onto the table.

Bucky freezes like a deer caught in headlights. He’s maybe 0.5 seconds away from bolting and never stepping foot in that library ever again, even if it is the one that’s closest to his classes. “Me?”

“You’re the one that’s been leaving the notes–” Adorable Guy licks his lips, and Bucky wonders if he picked up on his nervousness– “I’m not angry or disappointed or anything, if you think that’s the case. Now that I think about it, it’s actually, uh, kind of obvious that it was you, but… I’ve been wondering for a while, and… yeah.”

“Yeah,” Bucky repeats. He moves to cram the note into his pocket.

“No!” Adorable Guy blurts out, which earns them quite a few dirty looks. He bows his head in apology towards the disgruntled students and turns back to Bucky. “Don’t. I wanna read it.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“I was sure about reading all of the notes you gave me before I knew who you were,” Adorable Guy retorts and sticks his hand out. “Now let me read it. Please?” He actually pouts, and that’s incredibly unfair.

Hesitantly, Bucky places the note in Adorable Guy’s outstretched hand (because he’s pretty sure if he tried to go against that pout, he’d get sent straight to hell immediately) and stuffs his own hands into his pockets. He can feel a thin layer of sweat start to form on his brow, which is ridiculous because usually he isn’t this nervous around people he finds attractive. Although, to be fair, none of them have ever looked like the guy in front of him.

Perhaps it’s because he’s a masochist, but he doesn’t look away and prevent himself from seeing Adorable Guy’s reaction. So, when his eyes light up and he smiles and that blush is back and Bucky realizes that he’s seeing this face to face, he smiles right back.

“God, you’re sweet, aren’t you?” Adorable Guy laughs, holding up the note. “I swear this just gave me cavities.”

Bucky rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry. I’ll pay the dentist’s bill.”

“You better,” Adorable Guy teases. “I”m gonna need a name so I know who to make it out to.” He steps just the slightest bit closer and Bucky tries not to choke on his own spit again.

“James,” Bucky replies, “but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I’m Tony.” Tony. Tony, Tony, Tony. It’s nice to be able to put a name to the face, and Bucky suspects he’s not gonna tire of saying Tony’s name any time soon.

“So, Tony…” Bucky looks at the table and quickly snatches up a notepad and a pencil. Tony doesn’t seem to mind, or he at least doesn’t protest. Bucky quickly writes something out, then turns it around and hands it to Tony.

Would you like to go out for lunch?

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tamakiamajikistentacles · 4 years

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Rhythm Section {Poly BakuJiro}

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! Again, something different that I tried but still the self-indulgent train keeps a-rollin’ choo choo ya’ll

Class A’s contribution to the culture festival in their first year had become the stuff of legend at UA. By the time the next culture festival was approaching, they were all but told that they would be putting on another concert for their second-year program. Another hit song by Jiro and great routine by Mina might’ve been even more successful than the first depending on who was asked.

Third year was the same but not as much of a surprise—A Band would be taking the stage for the final time as UA students. As expected it was spectacular, cheers and compliments raising up from the audience before them while they stood in awe at the reaction.

Well, she stood in awe at something different. She was in awe at the sight of Bakugo and Jiro, both sweaty but energized from the performance and looking amazing. Handsome, pretty, beautiful, attractive… all of the above on both accounts really. That night had been the one that made her realize that she had two crushes.

She was okay with crushing on both a guy and a girl—she’d known about that aspect of herself for a while but hadn’t shared it with anyone quite yet—but did it have to be on the two people in the class who were effortlessly cool in everything they did? It was like they were both trying to kill her at every turn.

Studying with Jiro? She’s twirling one earphone jack around her finger mindlessly and biting her lower lip as she concentrates on the material in front of her. The wide neck of her ripped tshirt slips down her shoulder slightly to reveal smooth skin that she just knows is as soft as it looks.

Training with Bakugo? The muscles in his arms are flexing as they practice traditional hand to hand and the smirk on his face is wild. When they finish and he lifts his tank top to wipe sweat from his face she can see every ridge of abs and has to move away before he lifts it higher and makes her stop breathing.

It was difficult having crushes on the two hottest people in the class and having zero chance with either. No one knew she liked girls (did Jiro even like girls?) and stepping in the way of becoming Number One seemed like a death sentence.

“This is hard,” she groaned, dropping her face into her arms at one of the common room tables.

Jiro laughed. “Music theory can be, even if you’re a musician. I only know it because of my parents.”

“Do you think the greats struggled with it too?” she asked as she raised her head to look at her. “Like was Jimmy Page as done with this as I am right now?”

“Ohh someone knows her classic rock icons,” she teased.

“He was just the first name that came to mind! I should’ve said Bonham instead.”

“What, you’re not into guitarists?”

“I mean I don’t think I’m not into them?” she replied. “I just prefer the rhythm section, that’s all.”

Jiro raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Well yeah, they’re generally hotter. Bonham is case in point.”

“Any other data points to back that up?” she asked curiously.

“There’s a lot but think Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Zeppelin like I mentioned…” she trailed off as she locked eyes with the girl across from her.

Was this—was this an opening? Could she even…?

“And, you know,” she finally continued, “A Band.”

A smirk took over her lips and she tapped her pen against her notebook as she looked over her, the smirk growing every passing second.

“I think Kaminari would be a little sad to hear that,” she mused.

She shrugged. “Kaminari’s not exactly who I’m trying to impress.”

Jiro dropped her pen and crossed her arms on the table, leaning forward with interest sparkling in her eyes. She was grinning and looked like someone who couldn’t believe the luck they’d had. And the fact that she’d done that to her? Incredible.

A hand landed on Jiro’s shoulder making her jump, and when she whirled around in her chair she saw an annoyed Bakugo. His scowl deepened when Jiro tried to smile at him and from across the table she could see the muscle in his jaw jump.

“We need to talk,” he ground out through clenched teeth, squeezing her shoulder in warning. Then he let go and stomped towards the hallway to the elevators.

“Uh, sorry,” Jiro said with a blush as she began gathering her things. “I shouldn’t keep him waiting and knowing him it’s gonna be awhile. Sorry to cut this short, but can I text you later?”

“Oh, yeah, totally! I hope everything goes okay with Bakugo.”

She gave a weak smile as she stood, lifting two fingers in a wave before she went towards the elevators.

Watching her go made her frown as she too began grabbing her materials to head to her room. That was quite possibly the bravest she had ever been when talking to a crush and of course it had to be interrupted. It was likely for a good reason if it was Bakugo doing the interrupting but still.

‘At least she’ll text me later,’ she thought.

With a sigh she clutched her textbook and notes to her chest and started toward the elevators. But as she neared the corner she could make out a conversation that made her pause.

“…said I was sorry!” Jiro whispered. “She’s the one who—”

“Oh sure, blame her!” Bakugo snapped in a low voice.

Were they talking about her? Were they—was this a couple’s argument? Was she getting between them by essentially telling Jiro she was trying to impress her?

Her two crushes getting together and her inadvertently driving a wedge between them was the absolute worst-case scenario she could imagine. She was ready to faint.

“She brought it up, okay? I didn’t say ‘hey, who do you think are the hottest members of our class band? It’s totally me and Bakugo, right?’, she just said it and then it got flirty! Doesn’t it at least help to know she thinks we’re attractive?”

"That’s not—I thought we agreed that we would both be cool and not lay it on so damn thick? What happened to seeing who she likes more? You just took a fifty-meter head start and now I don't even know if she likes guys!" Bakugo hissed.

“I like both.”

They had both turned to look at her, surprised at her sudden appearance and declaration. Beneath that there was something else that she couldn’t quite place—hope?

“I… I like guys and girls. I’m bi,” she said for the first time out loud. Then, with a bite to her lip, she added, “And more specifically, I like the both of you.”

“Damn,” Jiro mumbled as Bakugo looked off to the side.

She had no idea what she was doing and was internally panicking. What was she supposed to say now? Should she say anything? Yeah, yeah she should. She had to.

“I do like you both,” she repeated softly, “but I also know you two are close. Don’t… don’t make it a competition. I don’t want to choose because you’re both amazing.”

Bakugo looked up at her, his eyes calculating. “Then don’t.”

Jiro went wide-eyed but covered it as she turned to her. “Maybe we should all talk privately. This isn’t something the class needs to hear.”

She nodded, following behind them as they made their way into the elevator.

As they stepped out on the third floor she could feel something shift between the three of them. With each step down the hall it got warmer, and she wondered if she was the only one who felt it. Bakugo’s clenched jaw and Jiro’s constant glances between them both made her think that no, it wasn’t.

It was only after they were all standing in Jiro’s room that Bakugo began to speak, his voice not as harsh as it usually was.

“You don’t need to choose,” he said again. “I like you and so does she. You like me and you like her. She and I get along just fine.”

“So by not choosing you mean…?

“I mean you can have both of us. Or neither of us. If you don’t want competition it’s an all or nothing type deal.”

She looked between him and Jiro. “You two have talked about this? And you’re both okay with it being all or nothing?”

“Yeah we uh, we’re good. Not like he and I haven’t done everything already, you know?” Jiro chuckled nervously, pulling her sleeves down over her hands.

“Okay,” she replied. “Then I’m all in.”

“Oh thank fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad,” Jiro sighed, starting towards her.

Bakugo grabbed the back of her cardigan and yanked her back to his side, glaring at her when she squirmed to try and make him let go.

“Keep your fuckin’ legs closed for five minutes,” he snapped, dropping his hand from the fabric.

She bit her lip, not sure what was going to happen now that the decision had been made. Plus she was a little disappointed; she wanted to kiss Jiro too.

“Listen, we gotta get some shit straight first alright?” Bakugo said. “This ain’t exactly the norm, so if we gotta start small, we do. First thing’s first, do you want us both at the same time or are we workin’ up to that?”

That had been the shift: sexual tension. And yeah, she definitely wasn’t the only one who felt it judging by the subtle tensing of Jiro’s thighs and the not at all subtle outline in Bakugo’s pants.

“Same time is what I want. I’ve… never done it with two people before and I’ve never been with another girl but I want you. Both of you.”

He nodded. “You been tested? You on anything?”

“Work study tests us all for literally everything imaginable each month so yeah, three weeks ago and I’m good,” she said, her skin hot. “I’m on the pill but I would really prefer you use a condom too.”

“Same,” Jiro offered with a smile. “On both accounts.”

“Tested last week and I’m good too,” Bakugo said. “Hard no’s for this first time?”

“Grabbing is the only thing that happens to my ass and if anyone hits me they’re losing whatever limb made contact.”

“No problem,” he shrugged.

Jiro laughed. “I think that tonight we keep it tame, yeah?”

With a smirk on his face Bakugo stepped out of his slippers and came towards her, laying a hand on her waist before stepping around her and pressing himself against her back. “Tame as a threesome can be.”

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and she shivered, closing her eyes for just a moment. When she opened them, Jiro was in front of her.

Smiling, she brought her hands up to cup her face and kissed her. Lips pressed against the side of her neck too and she realized that stepping around that corner on the first floor was the best decision she could’ve made. If she hadn’t she wouldn’t be enjoying the two sets of hands slowly roaming her body or the two tongues that were sliding past her lips and tracing a reddening mark on her jaw.

Her shirt was gently pushed up and bunched around her stomach as large, warm palms slid across her skin and tried pulling her slightly away from Jiro, but her grip on her hips held her steady enough to not break the kiss. The hands dragged up to cup her ribs just below her bra and Bakugo rolled his hips into her from behind, making her gasp into her kiss with Jiro.

She smiled, eyes half lidded as her fingertips brushed against her cheek. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

“Wanna make you two feel good too,” she murmured, feeling the bites to her neck pause.

“Y’already are, just let us have our fun,” he mumbled before pushing her top up over her head and dropping it to the side. He pulled his own shirt off quickly and let his hands roam the newly bared skin of her back.

Shakily, she reached forward to tug at the hem of Jiro’s cardigan, receiving a smile and an easy shrug to remove it. A moment later the undershirt followed and she pulled her into a kiss again as the hands at her back lightly snapped the band of her bra.

She jumped, breaking the kiss. “Bakugo!”

“Tch, pretty sure we can go for given names now, right Kyoka?”

“Katsuki’s right,” she giggled, kissing her once more.

She felt overwhelmed in the best way. She was on a first name basis with both of her crushes and was between the two of them, holding Kyoka close and kissing her with everything she had while Katsuki ground himself against her and unclipped her bra.

With more gentleness than she expected, he guided the straps down her arms and lightly tugged her arms from around Kyoka so the loosened fabric could fall to the side. Kyoka took that time to step back to undo and shed her own which allowed Katsuki to spin her around to face him for the first time. He smirked, fingers gliding up her sides until he was able to cup her chest in large palms.

She cradled his jaw and brought him forward to press her lips against his, surprised at the lack of roughness she’d expected when he kissed back. Was it testing the waters or savoring the first taste? She was willing to bet both.

Cool hands smoothed over her back and slow, careful kisses trailed down her spine. The drag of lips against the curve of her lower back made her shiver and the nudge of fingertips just below her waistband made her heart race even more. Fabric slid down her legs to leave her completely bare and she felt her face heat up, self-conscious of being the only one, until a moment later she heard the soft sound of clothing hitting the floor behind her and felt bare skin against her back.

Breaking apart from Katsuki to breathe she leaned forward to press open mouthed kisses to his collarbone, the definition like he had been chiseled from stone. Her hands fell to his hips and hooked her fingers into his sweats and underwear, tugging them down to pool at his feet. She traced over the ridges of muscle across his stomach as she continued kissing up his neck, careful not to leave marks where his costume couldn’t cover.

She felt Kyoka rest her chin on her shoulder, then a brush against her arm and a twist of muscle beneath her lips. When she glanced up she saw her kissing Katsuki, one hand on his cheek to keep him turned towards her. One hand dropped from her chest and moved behind her, knuckles at her back and a soft gasp coming from Kyoka making it obvious where it had gone.

Then the hand still on her chest slowly slid down her body before settling between her legs and the hand at her back returned to her hip. Cooler hands would around her to cup her chest, a shudder running through her at the temperature but her fingers traced down the sculped stomach in front of her.

Two fingers pressed into her as she wrapped her hand around Katsuki, a soft gasp escaping her and a low groan coming from him. Kyoka’s light laughter followed and she began pressing kisses across her shoulders, mouth free from Katsuki’s head tipping back as more groans were drawn out from the slow stokes.

She bit her lip as the fingers between her legs curled perfectly and his thumb drew firm circles on her clit.

“Good with his fingers, right?” Kyoka whispered.

She could only nod with a whimper as she felt her thighs tense. Her strokes grew faster and she rocked her hips forward slightly to chase the feeling, her back arching at the two pairs of hands treating her so well.

She whined loudly as the fingers between her legs withdrew and the solid warmth disappeared from in front of her, but she couldn’t dwell on it as she was turned around once again and pressed against Kyoka. Their lips found one another’s easily and she felt those cool hands on her cheeks, her own fingertips tracing the soft skin of the curves of her chest and stomach. Even with inexperienced nerves tingling in the back of her mind she ventured lower to the apex of pale of thighs and reveled in the pleased hum into her mouth. Knowing what she liked for herself she rubbed familiar patterns and curled her fingers just so to keep the noises flowing, swallowing them proudly as they grew louder.

“I like how you sound,” she murmured breathily as they broke apart and dark hair tickled her chest as Kyoka rested her forehead against her shoulder with a gasp.

“And I like the view,” Katsuki chuckled from behind her, the crinkling of foil lost to the low timbre.

Hands came around to cup her chest from behind once again and those lips were back on her neck, the rhythm of her fingers stuttering slightly at the sensations.

“Let… let me show you what I’m good at,” Kyoka panted, kissing her cheek before pulling back. Their eyes stayed locked as she kneeled down, her palms gently widening her stance to make room between her thighs, and it was only at the first brush of her tongue on her clit did she close her eyes.

Her fingers dropped to thread through the dark hair that was just as silky as she’d always imagined, tightening slightly as fingertips trailed closer to where her lips and tongue were working her closer to cumming faster than she could comprehend. The teeth scraping against her neck and jaw gave just the right amount of pain to combine with that pleasure and her legs started to shake from the effort of standing.

Katsuki noticed immediately, the mark he’d been working on abandoned as he ordered, “Bed, Kyoka.”

The hum of agreement between her thighs nearly sent her over the edge right then, but the promise of experiencing even more was too alluring to succumb to it so soon and she let herself be guided to the bed on weak legs by her two partners. It was a bit difficult for the three of them to lie together in the small dorm bed but they managed to arrange themselves well enough to be comfortable and continue.

She was one more kissing Kyoka as they laid on their sides facing one another and Katsuki’s chest was pressed against her back, smooth latex brushing against the back of her thigh. Familiar rough hands parted her thighs, lifting one leg slightly, and she felt him move against her to position himself before rolling his hips forward.

A soft moan escaped her as her hand trailed down the soft skin in front of her, the fullness she felt something she wanted to share at least somewhat with Kyoka. She traced her tongue along her bottom lip as she pressed two fingers into her and began to draw firm circles on her clit, her pattern hesitant and uneven as Katsuki started to move. It took a few moments for them to sink into a rhythm that suited all of them but once they did it felt like everything had fallen into place.

Deep groans vibrated against her shoulders as he mouthed more bites along her back, the sting of his teeth and the soft pinches to her nipples from Kyoka giving her more sensations than she could comprehend. She had to break the kiss to rest her head against her collarbone, panting breaths making her chest heave and muscles clench as their newfound rhythm amongst the three of them sped up.

“That’s it,” Katsuki mumbled, his fingers ghosting over her hip to find a place on her clit.

One hand left her chest and a whisper of, “Katsuki,” over her shoulder let her know exactly what happened next when he shifted higher and so did Kyoka, her chest now directly in front of her. She took advantage, curling her fingers just so and laving her tongue over her left nipple; her free hand came up to knead and pinch her right.

Katsuki dutifully swallowed her moans but the trio each silently hoped that the rest of the class were still in the common room because there was no possible way for them to hold back the gratified sounds. As their rhythm grew steadily faster and the muscles coiled even tighter the louder they were surely becoming.

It was Kyoka who came first, tossing her head back and cupping the back of her neck to keep her to her chest, her hips rocking into her hand as she rode out the pleasure with breathy moans.

“Fuck!” Katsuki grunted, his fingers adding more pressure to her clit to bring her over the edge just before he himself toppled over, the tightness around him almost unbearable with how amazing it felt as he ground his hips into hers as they came.

The three of them collapsed into one another breathing heavily and weakly clinging to each other, willing their heartbeats to slow and their pleasure to linger. Easy kisses were shared between them and fingertips traced sweat-damp skin as they laid together for a few peaceful moments.

Kyoka nudged both her and Katsuki. “We gotta clean up.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, getting to his feet and helping them both up and into Kyoka’s bathroom.

Within ten minutes they were semi-dressed and piled back in the bed with Kyoka spooning her and her head on Katsuki’s chest. Fingers tangled in hair and lips pressed to exposed skin let that bliss continue in a sweet way as they laid with one another.

She giggled, thinking back to hours before in the common room when she wasn’t sure what was going to happen in regard to her crushes yet here she was cuddled between them after what was most definitely the most pleasurable night of her life.

“Oi, the hell you laughin’ at?”

“Yeah, no secrets between boyfriends and girlfriends,” Kyoka teased.

She smiled. “Just thinking about how this morning I had crushes on the two hottest people in the class and now I’m dating them.”

“Weird how that shit works out sometimes but I can’t complain when I got the two hottest girls in the class,” Katsuki smirked.

“I’m with you, babe,” Kyoka said with a kiss to her cheek. “I’m just excited I got the drummer and the groupie.”

Damn, she was lucky.

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! So yeah I love rhythm section members irl and no I’ve never written a threesome before, why do you ask?

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eeriefeelingsat3amuwu · 4 years

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Oc’s

Nina Heath

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: blue

Hair: curly, dark brown with a blue ombre

Height: 158cm

Weight: 90kg

Age: 23

Gender: nonbinary

Sexuality: bisexual

Details: vitiligo on their left shoulder/right hip/stomach/back/over the left eye, eyebrow piercing, nose ring, lip ring, ears pierced all the way up, sleeve tattoos on both arms, tattoos all over their body (thighs, ankles, torso, back, calves,...)

Personality: confident, chaotic good, gremlin, dumb but kinda smart, loyal, would kill for their friends, would kill their friends, angry, smol and chubby, disastrous bisexual, scary, yell-a-lot, bunnies!, strong, caring

Hobbies: baking, crocheting, arguing, painting nails, reading (but their head hurts), cuddling, kissing, calming their girlfriend down, Fighting with people who hurt their friends/girlfriend (is totaly the embodiment of:

Nina: You made Sophia cry!

Tray: Sophia always cries!

Sophia, crying: That’s not true...)

Hates: dysphoria, homophobes, transphobes, Karens, birds, tall people who make fun of them, their glasses (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), contacts (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), headaches

Job: baker

Sophia Georgening

Skin tone: caramel

Eye color: green

Hair: really messy,straight (unlike her), bob cut with a triangle undercut at the back if her head, ginger

Height: 186cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 24

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: lesbian

Details: freckles all over her face and shoulders, bushy eyebrows with an eyebrow cut in the left one, tongue piercing, tattoo of a Phoenix on her back between the shoulder blades, Nina and a heart tattooed on her right bicep, ripped (seriously, she’s buff, she has abs, biceps, triceps, she could crush a melon with her thighs, the CaLvEs,...), wears her hair tied up in a messy bun almost 90% of the time, vegetarian and whenever she eats a product that came from an Animal like milk or an egg, she apologizes to said animal

Personality: calm, thoughtful, lawful good, a TrEe, loving, caring, silent, secretly anxious, strict, tidy, colected, extremely smart but almost never shows it, a bottom, sensitive, crybaby

Hobbies: blacksmithing, archery (but she never shoots at living targets and cries when she needs to shoot at plastic animals), working out, running, kickboxing (even tho she apologizes to her oponent afterwards), helping people out, petting animals, kissing, cuddling

Hates: sad movies, Animal cruelty, mean people, social interactions (but she’s good at hiding it), not much else, she thinks that everyone deserves another chance and that all people have some good in them

Job: works in a flower shop, part time blacksmith/gym trainer

Tray Black

Skin tone: light

Eye color: yellow

Hair: short, bright blue

Height: 175cm

Weight: 69kg

Age: 20

Gender: genderflux (using all pronouns, mostly they/them, so they’ll be refered to as such while description is going on)

Sexuality: asexual panromantic

Details: nose ring (changes up every day), extravagant earrings, sleeve tattoo on their right arm, a snake tattooed around their left thigh, colorful/black clothing (they either look like a neon paint bomb or as a black hole), they rarely bind but pack rather often (bottom dysphoria is worse then the top one), a lot of rings and bracelets (you always know when they’re near since you hear clanking), hats, always wearing earphones

Personality: they’re really extra in every way, chill, sarcastic, funny, flegmatic, pesimistic, both love and hate attention, very competitive, potterhead but hates JK, totaly a Slytherin (and not just because of the snakes), a bit arrogant, very good leader, very very smart, good at arguments (seriously, you so don’t want to get into an argument with them, they’ll obliterate you)

Hobbies: singing, drums, gaming, playing the guitar, sketching people/sceneries, reading (mostly sci-fi/fantasy), dying hair, combining jewelry with clothes, listening to music, taking care of their pet sneks

Hates: shoping, overplayed pop songs, dogs, teeth, the summer (it’s too damn hot for them), homophobes/transphobes, J.K. Rowling, terfs, politics (the people)

Job: part time at Nina’s bakery, studying politology and sociology, in the school band

Connor Wearings

Skin tone: lightly tanned (not as pale as Tray but not as dark as Sophia)

Eye color: heterochromia - left eye is green, right eye is grey

Hair: curly, short, hazelnut brown

Height: 168cm

Weight: 64kg

Age: 21

Gender: demiboy (using he/him pronouns but not quite cis)

Sexuality: asexual, aromantic

Details: freckles. everywhere., always smiling (he’s got dimples), dressed freely (skirts, dress, pants, blouses, shirts, heels, crop tops, hoodies,...), he’s really comfortable in his body and yet he’s not fully comfortable with all that comes with it, smol bean, the cutest little pout, ALWAYS covered in paint, fingers are pernamently covered in bandaids, wears a bandana to hold his hair back while working

Personality: he’s a total sweetheart, kind, helpful, outgoing, happy-go-lucky, loving, caring, funny, always laughing/smiling, really hard to piss him off, really easy to make him upset (another embodiement of ‘he always cries), ‘Maybe I can drink my problems away’ *opens capri-sun*, dog lover, puppy-like personality, loyal

Hobbies: drawing, cooking, baking, petting animals, fluffy things!, crocheting, sewing, painting, dressing up, making tea, helping his friends, hugging, holding hands, platonic relationships

Hates: arguments, people who make fun of someone, rude people, loud music, the dark, the cold, octopuses, dark colors, unfinished jobs

Job: studying art, psychology and doing a baking course at the moment (very productive and capable), working a part-time at a convinience store and a daycare centre (the kids love him)

Abram Hayze

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: hazelnut

Hair: deep brown, curly and fluffy

Height: 197cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 19

Gender: agender - e/em/eir/emself pronouns

Sexuality: pansexual, demiromantic

Details: e has a lot of moles all over eir body, mostly presents androgynous, yet sometimes likes to present feminine, had very unaccepting parents so whenever e is forced to go to a more profesional setting or to meet with older people, e presents masculine even though e hates it, very proud of eir hair, love to play with them when e’s nervous and try new hairstyles all the time, e never dyes it tho, piercings on both ears, piercing under the lip, piercing in the bellybutton

Personality: e is really calm, likes to think and be alone, yet also loves to spend time with eir friends, smiling a lot, always there when someone needs em, really perceptive and no one really knows how e does it, but e seems to know about a lot of stuff that other people don’t (it’s just the fact that e is very trustworthy and so a lot of people let their guard down around em), e is also really into debates, but not the political ones like Tray, eir partner, but rather ones about books, headcannons and interests, e is also really sneaky and likes to play tricks and pranks on people, especially confusing them with the food that e eats, e is chaotic good

Habbies: reading, hiding around places and letting emself be found in the most ridiculous positions, putting stuff on the top shelves when e is hanging out with eir friends (the short ones), sitting in strange places where no one knows how e got in, sleeping

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, people with no sense of humor, long waits, queues, places with a lot of people, the dark

Job: studying psychology, working part-time in a hairdressing shop

Tenzin Arish

Skin tone: slightly tanned

Eye color: purple

Hair: deep black, short (one side is totaly buzzed and the other is a bit longer) the ends are bleached and dyed (purple, blue, green, pink) depending on their mood

Height: 164cm

Weight: 58kg

Age: 22

Gender: nonbinary (xe/ xeir/ xem)

Sexuality: queer

Details: xe are really skinny and fairly androgynous, no one actually knows what xeir biological sex is and xe aren’t gonna tell anyone anytime soon, xe present androgynously, yet sometimes xe like to present masc/fem, depending on the day, xe love xeir hair and that’s why xe dye them so often, if xe don’t like the color, it can even change daily

Personality: sarcasm and irony are the two languages xe speak in, xe like coffee and practicaly live off of it, no one ever saw xem sleep, xe are always online and always awake when someone knocks on xeir door at any time (so xeir friends know that when they need a friend, xe will be awake whenever they decide to come there), xe love helping people with their mental problems yet xe never try to solve xeir own, the only other language xe speak is memes

Hobbies: taking care of stray animals, helping people out (whether it’s an old lady who needs to cross the street or a protestor who needs protection from the rubber bullets/tear gas), protesting, breaking down gender boundaries, educating people on the LGBTQ+ history, history itself, archeology, xe love caves and everything that has to do with geology

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, terfs, anyone who’s stupidly using history (especially against the LGBTQ+ comunity), plants (xe have alergies), flowers (xe think it’s overated)

Job: part-time job in a museum, studying history and geology

Okay, so I hope you enjoy...this? Please inform me if my autocorrect misgendered one of my sweethearts, I proofread it but one can never be so sure. To be clear: all of them hate transphobes/homophobes, racists, terfs, neon*zis, Tr*mp supporters and everyone else who is somehow harming people or disrespecting their rights, I just really didn’t have the willpower to write everything of this down in every Single one of the hate columns because that would mean I have to think about it and that would do me no good, because I really didn’t want to have a mental breakdown while writing about my oc’s. That’ll be all, thanks for comming to my TED talk.

Tags: @exhaustedauthor @definietlynotsatan @detroit-become-snail @nyamafriend and @ anyone who wants to read this. Bye!

#my oc’s #luv them #no misgendering!#(or at least I hope so)#i am looking 👁👁#i don’t know how to tag this #sorry

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lostincalum · 4 years

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Uni! Ben Hardy

Authors note: Yes hi it me, I’m trying something new after I developed a crush.. again. I hope people like this or that if you didn’t you could leave some constructive criticism. This is an AU

Word count: 2130

TW: some swearwords as well as insomnia mention

You first met Ben at the university library, it had been filled to the brim with students trying to get the last bit of cramming in before finals started.

Ben had found a corner in the back of the library which was less populated, sheltered by big shelves of books. It was your usual spot, and no one had ever seemed to be there, at least not at the same time as you. Just as you turned around the last shelf, you saw someone sitting at the table, with room for only two. His back was turned to you, so at least he hadn’t taken the chair you usually sat in. His broad back was covered in a grey hoodie and you could see the blond tufts of hair sticking up from every direction, probably from running his hands through his hair so many times.

Seeing him made you stop dead in your tracks as you cocked your head to the side in confusion. It took you a second to gather yourself, but you just turned up the music in your headphones and went to sit down in front of him, refusing to back down. You slung your backpack from your shoulder and down to the floor as you took a seat. It made him look up from his computer and notebook as you made yourself comfortable. You felt his intense gaze on you as you pulled your notebook, one of your astrophysics books out as well as your laptop.

You had seen his face around campus, but you had no idea what his actual name was. So instead of asking, you just tried to get to work after giving him a soft smile. He was not letting you though.

“Look, no offence, but I was kind of hoping to get some work done? Not flirt.”

He said with a tiny little smirk, and a cocky tone. You could barely hear him over the music in your headset. So you moved one to the side and gave him a chance to correct himself. Because although he was cute with his green eyes and tousled blonde hair, you had no time for his attitude.

“‘M sorry, didn’t quite catch that.”

You smiled, feigning confusion. You knew damn well what he said.

“Said I don’t have time to flirt, love.”

And he almost could have fooled you, with his confidence, but you saw a little bit of confusion on his face.

“Look, no offence..”

You gave him a questioning glance as you waited for his name.

“Ben.”

He answered, not hiding his confusion anymore. So much so, that his own name sounded like a question. He also looked a little bit disappointed, as if he had expected you to know his name.

“No offence Ben, but I was kind of hoping to get this astrophysics work done before my final, so I don’t fail, therefore, no, I’m not flirting, I’m merely being polite by smiling at you. So be my guest and study ‘cause that’s what I’m going to do.”

You looked to your book and started reading some complicated formula whilst pulling your earphone back to your where it belongs. Not bothering to look up at Ben's flabbergasted face.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, studying, Ben seemingly having accepted the fact that not every girl was gonna fall face first for him at first glance. It lasted for a good two hours until something kicked your shin softly. You looked up, only to be met with Ben’s face staring into his book. You shook your head, thinking you’d imagined the feeling until it happened a second time, and a third. Therefore you kicked off the tattered converse and pulled your legs up in the chair. Sitting with your right leg tucked behind the left one, which was propped up, exposing your knee through the rip in your jeans. It seemed to work, until you felt him kicking the actual chair.

You looked up to see him smirking at you.

“Can I help you Ben?”

Plastering on a big fake smile, you hoped he would notice how annoyed you are.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee or something.”

His smile was more genuine than yours. You weren’t about to give in that easily though.

“Look, as I said two hours ago, I need to get through the course work before my final-”

Ben interrupted you.

“So reading the same passage forty times is gonna help you do that?”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. How the fuck had he noticed? You cocked your head to the side questioningly.

“My brain is fried after all the reading, I physically can’t anymore.”

He said a little embarrassed.

“Fine, as long as we don’t go to starbucks, that place is bound to be filled to the brim right about now.”

You surprised yourself as you agreed. The two of you packed your things up and headed out the door. There was still a bit of people in the library and you got some glances as you walked out of there with Ben.

“By the way, I should probably tell you my name.”

You started, but again Ben interrupted you.

“I know who you are, Y/N.”

He stated offhandedly while giving you a little wink.

“Really? How come?”

Your interest genuinely piqued.

“Well, rumor has it that you’re almost better than I was in professor Atkins’ class.”

This made you turn your head as you muttered a little thanks as Ben held open the library door for you. You had never really considered the fact that the boy in front of you might study astrophysics as well.

“Wait, you’re that Ben?”

You said incredulously.

“Which Ben?”

He asked back, albeit a little cockier now.

“The one mr. Atkins won’t shut up about.”

You grumbled back.

“You know, he does this every year, takes the best student from the previous year and hypes them up in front of his new class to make them strive after beating them. Apparently it works.”

He chuckled and you soon joined in, shaking your head. It sounded like your professor. Soon you noticed that you had arrived at a coffee shop you hadn’t been to yet. Again, Ben held the door for you, and again you muttered a thanks to him. He picked a table by the window, and while you sat down he asked you a question.

“What do you want to drink?”

He asked, and it felt so natural. You tried to shake yourself out of it.

“I’ll just come with you.”

Ben tsked at you. But he didn’t stop you as you got up to stand side by side with him as you ordered your coffees. In your case a chai latte.

Once you’d gone back to your table and sat down, you looked at him. Like really scanned his features. His green eyes glittering like diamonds and his cheeky little smile, his cute nose and the curly hair that was still sticking up in every direction. You watched as he put half a pack of sugar into his black coffee and took a sip.

“Why not coffee though? I feel like that’s what every uni student lives of off.”

He asked as he looked at you, but not before giving you a little wink. You sighed as you looked at him.

“Oh, I just don’t react very well to caffeine, doesn't mix all that well with insomnia.”

You looked down at your cup, instantly regretting revealing the little secret that very few people knew about to a complete stranger. It seemed like Ben understood nevertheless.

“I know that one, my mum has struggled with the same thing.”

You looked up at him with a small crease between your brows. He had a soft smile on his lips, so different from the smirks you could tell he wore a lot more often. And you returned the smile.

You sat there and talked about life for a while. That was until an older lady with a name tag that read Anne-Marie came up to your table.

“I’m sorry darlings, but I’m afraid you have to leave, we’re closing.”

You cursed to yourself as you got up and got ready to leave, not having realised how empty the café had gotten. Once you’re outside you noticed the dark as well.

“Wanna come over to my place? I’m not finished with the discussion about the big bang you know.”

Not feeling the tiniest bit tired you just nodded as he lead you to the parking lot. The car ride was short, but you enjoyed the ride nevertheless. He parked the car and exited, and before you could exit yourself, he had jogged around the hood of his beaten up truck and opened the passenger door for you.

“So, what do you think was out there, before the big bang?”

He asked casually as he lead you up the stairs to his top floor flat.

“That’s the question isn’t it?”

He nodded and looked at you, still expecting an answer.

“I think maybe a big infinite number of things. Or maybe we all live in a simulation and the fact that we can’t figure out what was before the big bang is because the programmers of the simulation won’t allow us, or haven’t figured out themselves, or maybe they just want us to keep wondering.”

You looked down at your feet as you wandered into his flat. However you looked up in curiosity when he asked you to take off your shoes. And you complied.

“That is quite the theory, Y/N.”

Ben said as he looked at you, now you thought, it’s him studying you.

“And I think I agree, even if your theory is a little crazy.”

He guided you to the living room and you sat down on the comfy couch, just realizing that he has an angled roof with windows in it. You could barely see some stars out there. Ben seemed to note your fascination, before sitting down facing you. And you both sat there, talking about theories, both plausible and highly unlikely ones, until you could tell that Ben was getting tired. He was yawning more and more, as well as stretching.

“You know, I should probably leave, you’re getting tired.”

You said as he yawned for the third time in under five minutes. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, immediately shaking his head.

“Nope, you’re staying the night.”

He said, with a cheeky smile.

“Ben, come on, I hardly know you.”

You said as you tried to reason with both yourself and him.

“Fair point, I’m not gonna force you, but thinking of how sketchy it is to walk back to wherever you live, well I’d rather you not.”

Ben explained with the most sincere expression on his face. You swore you could see a tiny blush on his face.

The watch showed an excruciating 1 a.m. He ended up throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to his bedroom. There was no point in fighting him, he was too strong.

When he got to his bedroom, he threw you on his bed and then went rummaging through his dresser. You could only admire his back until he turned and tossed you a pair of joggers.

“Bathroom is the door on the other side of the hallway.”

After you’d finished changing you reemerged in his bedroom. Finding Ben laying on his back in just joggers and boxers that were peeking up from the waistband. Fuck, was all you thought.

“Come on then, love, it’s getting cold here.”

He said as he pulled up the comforter and invited you into the bed.

“No funny business okay?”

You said seriously as you inched closer to the bed.

“No funny business, I promise.”

Ben replied just as seriously.

Finally you got into the bed, underneath his white comforter. Albeit a little closer to the edge than you would have liked. Ben seemed to notice.

“Come on, darling I swear I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

You gave him a dry laugh, but crawled a little closer anyway. Shocked was a bit of an understatement as he pulled you into his chest. However, you felt safe there.

“There we go.”

He almost muttered to himself as he turned off the light on his nightstand. Not long after you heard his breath even out as you laid there, watching the stars from his bedroom roof window. You made a game for yourself that night, that was just spotting the stars and their constellations. Until you no longer did, drifting off to sleep, to the sound of Ben's steady heartbeat and breath.

#ben hardy #ben hardy fic #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy fluff #6 underground #queen boys #ben jones

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ateezgf · 4 years

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i need advice and motivation on how to overcome highschool :((

oooh this is a bit hard to answer because high school now isn’t quite the same as how it was when i was in it for obvious reasons. BUT !! i’ll do my best to help you!

i have a feeling that things may feel super.. tedious and overwhelming right now, no? especially since most high school students haven’t done an online class before. i had a couple online classes (because i failed apush & had to make it up so that i can graduate on time plus another random class just to boost my gpa mwah) in high school & it honestly is pretty rough! i know that this doesn’t sound very motivating, but i’m sort of trying to be like “hey, it’s gonna be a struggle but i’ve been there (hell, tbh im STILL there with college) and if i can make it, im sure you can too”.

online learning takes a lot of self-discipline. i know every household is very different and perhaps you don’t have the luxury space and privacy that so many study channels and other advice things rave about. that happens. i’ll finally start settling into my study mindset when suddenly my mom calls me over to her room & it throws me off my groove! i’ve taken a lot of online classes so far (even before it was forced upon me) and i’m still struggling with self-discipline and working on procrastination. the best advice that i can offer is trying to get yourself into a routine that best suits YOU. not something you feel pressured to stick to because a lot of people who post about their own study habits do it (eg. waking up super early [ofc if u have to then u have to but if u dont then well], studying ALL day, etc). it may take some time to find your specific groove that works for you & it might require some communication with family. just because you don’t develop a top-notch routine right away doesn’t make you a failure or any negative connotation. ESPECIALLY since this is (im assuming) your first time with remote learning.

it’s a really weird transition, especially if you’re body/mind is also already used to relaxing when you’re home. it takes time to break the association and have your mind recognize that home is a place to work now & it isn’t just for leisure or little tasks like homework. which is why you should have one designated spot to study/get work done at that isn’t a bed or couch or just anywhere you tend to sleep or relax on. this is something i learned in my psych classes, so!! like i said, you have to get your body used to the fact that school is happening at home now. it’s not an overnight thing for everyone. you want to do your best to avoid getting work done in bed if you can because your mind & body will register that as “oh? seems like it’s time for bed/time to relax” and start falling asleep or something. OR! your body will start to recognize that space as a place of work instead of relaxation & when it’s time to actually sleep, it’ll be harder to do so because of the association. if you have a desk or table or just any space you can sit up in and work, that’ll be my biggest recommendation~

hmm.. i also know that not every house allows peace and quiet either. i was fortunate enough to take advantage of apple’s student discount and got some airpod pros. BUT this doesn’t mean you need expensive, noise-cancelling earphones. if you like listening to music while you work, put your preferred pair of earbuds/headphones on to block out as much outside noise as possible! i don’t recommend blasting your music (dont wanna hurt ur ears now), but just enough where the background noise of your house or outside isn’t too much of a distraction should be fine~ also so you can still hear your parents if they’re calling you if they’re like that. [but also if you’re able to set boundaries and be like “i need [timeframe] to do my school work so please try not to bother me” then !!!! yes]. if you don’t like listening to music/can’t because it’s a distraction, perhaps try to find earplugs or maybe try instrumentals if the distraction is with listening to your favorite songs? like those foam ones that people at concerts wear and stuff, yknow? i can’t really study in complete silence so i can’t vouch too much about this one.

going back to finding a routine best suited for you, i wooould say that you should work during the day so that you can relax at night.... BUT!!!!! if you’re more of a night owl & your house is more quiet at night, definitely use that time to study/get some homework done. i’m assuming if this is anything like my younger brother’s online schooling, you’re attending zoom lectures during normal operating hours and then you’re essentially free the rest of the day. now, you could use that time to get your work done if that works for you. OR you can use that time to relax and do the other things you want to do (play games, work out, take a nap, i dunno) and then get your work done at night since you’re awake then anyway.

BUT LIKE I SAID, FIND WHAT WORKS BEST FOR YOU!! i know things are really weird and hard right now, i get it. hopefully, you have a nice group of friends who are still making this social distancing time as enjoyable as possible & i hope you’re reaching your own mini successes. i wish i can give you more advice and motivation, but again i’m not really sure how to help you when it comes to getting through high school during these times ): .... but i am here to help cheer you on if you ever need the boost!!! if you want to celebrate your successes with me, i am more than HAPPY to hype you and your brain up. if you need a space to talk about something that went wrong academically, i’m here to help you feel better cause i have definitely been in that position before. also i may suck at math but im pretty good at english :D so papers and all that jazz? i can maybe try helping~

you got this! i believe in you (:

#eeee i really hope this helps #i got on my computer to better type this out aaaaaa #anonymous #answered

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stayforya · 4 years

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TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE | YANG JEONGIN

member: yang jeongin

genre: to all the boys i’ve loved before!au

words: 1.7k

summary: your letters are your most secret possesions. you write them when you have a crush so intense you don’t know what else to do.

a/n: this is a series and you can find the others here. we wanted to do this for a looong time and it’s finally here :) hope you enjoy <3

it’s not like you were that into coffee

but lately the study nights were getting harder and sometimes coffee was the best way to keep you up during class

a friend of yours recommended that café next to your house so you could pass by

it wasn’t a new one, you had already seen it

but you never went in

this time, 7am, there you were

after a long night of studies and some hours of sleep

you were a bit surprised by the amount of people on the line to get their drinks

was the café this famous?

you stood in the line looking at your phone

you only moved when you saw the feet in front of you moving too

but you didn’t notice when your turn finally came

reading those messages, you weren’t paying attention or listening to anything else

“excuse me”, a voice took you out of your own world

“oh sorry”, you said, looking up and putting the phone inside the pocket

there was a brief pause

because your eyes needed to get used to that amazing view

the guy in front of you had a sweet smile when you looked at him confused

his eyes had that shiny thing you didn’t understand how someone could have so early in the morning

then his smile started fading and you noticed you were being too weird

you didn’t say anything! go, do something!

“ah hm I would like an espresso please”

he nodded and left to prepare it

you went to the other side of the counter

waiting for it to be done

“here you go”, he said

your eyes looked at the coffee cup but also at his hands holding it, which led to his uniform

and there was a tag with his name on it

yang jeongin

“thank you…” should you say it “jeongin?”

“yes”

“nice, I pronounced it right”

“yeah”, he giggled, “and yours?”

“sorry?”, you were still sleepy

“your name, so I can write it on the cup”

“ah, I’m y/n”

he took his pen and wrote it

then smiled again and gave it to you

“thanks”

you turned on the music again on your earphones

and noticed you were smiling

was it because of the song?

it was a song you liked a lot but what

was that because of jeongin?

yes he was cute so no judge

you spent two days without going there

because you woke up late to class you just didn’t have the pleasure to buy a nice coffee made by him

it was friday when you finally got to pass by

the line was even longer but you had time to wait

the guy in front of you was being served by jeongin

and without noticing, you were waiting for him to come and ask for your order

but he didn’t

there was a girl, not too happy to be up at 7am, and she was the one who made your coffee

you deep down knew that every coffee would end up being the same no matter who was the person who made it

simply because there was a machine

but you could prove jeongin’s one was more delicious

he didn’t see you even though you were looking at him

he was way too busy that day

“your name?”, the girl asked

“y/n”

you didn’t know if she didn’t hear it right

but she wrote something else there

that wasn’t your name

and jeongin wrote it right on the first time

ok you had so much on your mind, you couldn’t pause to think about these details

you just wanted that coffee no matter what name you’d get on the cup

during the weekend you also couldn’t go there

so you went again on the next monday

he was there so automatically you felt some kind of shiver on your spine

the line luckily wasn’t long, maybe because it wasn’t too early

jeongin was using the same apron from the uniform

but the shirt he was using was different and the colour somehow made him look brighter

plus his smile and kindness were the best part of his everyday look

“hi”

“oh hey”, come on, why did your voice sound so weird, this isn’t a moment for flirting, “I would like an espresso”

“coming for you in a minute”, he said and smiled, not showing his cute teeth though

you waited there, not doing anything else, just waiting

and watching him, of course

he was probably everyone’s favourite from the café team

everyone would smile at him because he was just too nice and full of energy so early in the morning

you wished no one would ever treat him less than kindly

lost in your thoughts, he came to you holding the cup and you almost didn’t come back to reality

what if he noticed you were focusing on him

“y/n, right?”, he looked for the pen

so jeongin remembered your name, how was that possible when so many people pass by every single day?

“how do you know?”, you asked a bit surprised

“I remember you”

you only met once

you tried not to stare a lot and smiled to yourself

“thank you, jeongin”, you said

“see you”

that coffee was very hot but your face was definitely hotter

you went there the other day

and the other day

your bills would increase, you knew that

but you’d stop going there after the tests

why not enjoy while you could?

there was a day you came even earlier

he wasn’t there though

and you felt like something was off

you were starting to get used to him

just a few words spoken to each other

but such a nice way to start the day

you wanted to ask something to someone

but you heard an employee saying some of them were having days off

and that was why you saw new faces there

when would they come back?

you didn’t ask because it would sound way too much

people usually don’t ask where is someone you’re not even close to

you just bought your coffee and went to class

the next day he wasn’t there again and you started to think he wouldn’t be on the other day

congrats! he wasn’t

so you didn’t go there during the weekend

and since he wasn’t there

you felt like you could go anywhere else

it’s just a normal café when he isn’t there

ok, it’s not like you were that into him

but the effect of seeing him everyday...

honestly, you were into him

and somehow you felt bad for crushing on a person you didn’t even talk to

for him you were probably another client

you tried for the last time on tuesday, after the final exam

since you were free you could go there to buy more than a coffee

when you got through the door the first person you saw was him

and there was no line because of the hour

it was almost evening and people went there just to eat something with friends

the sunset out there could be seen by the glass wall

that’s why you put your bag on a table where you could watch it perfectly

you walked to where he was to order your cake and milkshake just to celebrate by yourself

he stepped forward and waited for you

“hi”, he said with those shiny dark eyes

it was like all his face said what he wanted to say

all his expressions were full of sincerity

that’s why a simple ‘hi’ was so intense

“hey”, you let yourself smile

“what’s your order today?”

“I’d like this cake and a vanilla milkshake”

he was surprised since you ordered something else other than an espresso

“special occasion?”

“just celebrating that I’ll have my hours of sleep again”

he laughed

you watched every single move of him

his eyebrows raising

his eyes narrowing

while his lips created a big smile

you took the tray and went to your table

you were eating while watching the sunset

the wind blowing brought so much peace

and that orange and blue sky was so pretty

you didn’t notice jeongin cleaning up the table next to you

“beautiful, right?”, his voice startled you

“yeah, is it like this everyday?”

“almost everyday”

you couldn’t miss the opportunity

“so for how long have you been working here?”

“a couple weeks now, just while my friend is on his working holiday”

“that’s nice”

for some reason it was easy to talk to jeongin

you weren’t friends but it felt like this

and you would never talk to a crush like you were talking to him

because he was too nice, it was easier

the sunset light hit his face

the dimples became deeper when he smiled

shy

he knew you were pretending not to look and you hated yourself for not being able to disguise your interest

“see you soon?”

you looked at him again

and nodded

“see you”

your heart started bouncing inside your chest

if he only knew how his little actions affected you

to the point you would need to write to him

immediately

and never send it

but you needed closure and you wouldn’t have unless you made your own

yang jeongin,

I’m not gonna lie. during the hard weeks full of tests and homework to do, going to the café and seeing you is definitely what brighten my day. what a cute smile you have. yes, I have a big crush on you if you’re wondering. I also just know your name because of the tag you have on your uniform. come on, are you surprised? well, you shouldn’t – since the day I saw you, and then the other day you came to my table and talked to me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. it’s cheesy, I know, but I can’t help. on your day off, that café isn’t interesting at all. I don’t even want coffee if you’re not there to smile at me and ask what I want to order. maybe I’m way too intense, but that’s how I deal with crushes. I write about them and for them. until these feelings go away from me and never come back again, you’ll still be the warmth on these cold and busy days. until then, know that I like you. and, for now, I’m not able to forget your shiny galaxy eyes. why did you have to be so nice to me? ok, enough wondering. see you tomorrow. thank you for the everyday coffee that tastes good because you made it.

love,

y/n

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