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snwycde · 4 months

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Connected (Bang Chan)

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 2.3k

warnings: none

summary: angsty - slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

——————— Another day.

Chan walks out of his dorm and starts his routine.

9:30am morning run

10am gym

12pm –

“Hyung” a knock on the door interrupts his deep thoughts, startling him.

Chan looks up from his laptop to see Jeongin standing at the doorway.

“Hey Jeongin what’s up?” He closes his laptop and settles it aside.

Still standing at the door, “I know today is a rest day, but you don’t look like you’re resting.”

Jeongin taps his fingers on the door, a sign of awkwardness, “Look the boys made me come and ask you to come out with us to the city.”

A few groans can be heard of disappointment. Chan assumes by the groans, meaning that they wanted Jeongin to casually ask him to make it sound less forceful. Chan looks at his laptop, hesitating in his answer.

“We’ll wait for you outside, you can drive.” Felix says as he takes Jeongin by the shoulders and pushes him away.

Chan smiles at the gesture of Felix deciding to just force him out instead of making him choose. He closes his laptop and throws it into his bag. Grabbing a jacket before heading out after them.

Chan drives with Felix, Jeongin, and Changbin. As they arrive at the parking lot they all empty out of the cars.

Minho walks besides Chan behind the group.

“Hyung, you look like a ghost,” Minho doesn’t bother to turn his head towards him, “I understand you’re doing a lot but you’re forgetting to live.”

Chan just turns his head to him, solemnly. He’s not sure how to answer that. He’s been so caught up with the release of their new album that he doesn’t even remember when the last time he even drove the car anywhere besides the studio or company. He’s just been so stressed to do the best he can and not let anyone down because he feels like he needs to be –

“No way you brought us to go ice skating.” Once again a voice interrupts his deep thoughts, Minho cringes.

Felix laughs in the front, “I told you Hyunjin also planned this day with me, so he chose this activity.”

Hyunjin smiles before heading into the building, leading the boys.

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Chan looks around the area, “There’s actually not a lot of people today.”

“The company didn’t want to risk us running into stays so that’s why our rest day was on a Monday this week instead of a Friday,” Hyunjin knots his laces tightly, “it’s good for us, less people to accidentally run or fall into.” He nudges Han.

Han bickers with Hyunjin for the accusation of not being able to ice skate. Seungmin and Jeongin are first to step onto the ice, followed by Changbin and Chan.

Staying close to the wall, Chan actually gets the hang of it pretty easily, unlike Changbin who’s gripping onto the wall like his life depends on it.

---

Chan starts to laugh, “Bin I’m actually gonna leave you, you’re embarrassing me.” Chan jokes, yet it makes Changbin grip onto Chan as hard as the wall.

Just as Changbin starts to release his grip on him, Seungmin comes skating by and gives Changbin a little push.

See if it were any other normal person they’d fall to the ground then get up. Since this is Changbin, he decides to fall dramatically, and since Chan’s right next to him he decides to take him down with him.

Meanwhile, Chan’s still laughing at Seungmin’s action and watching him skate away, too busy to notice Changbin grab the back of his jacket and pull him backwards as he falls. Chan starts to skate backwards and loses his balance, falling into the person who unfortunately was behind him - taking them down as well.

“Fuck” Seungmin whispers under his breath, only loud enough for Jeongin to hear. They watch as it all unravels. Changbin falling. Changbin bringing down Chan with him. And Chan falling into a girl.

Changbin, wide eyed as he looks at Chan who is also on the floor in between the legs of the person behind him. Chan, eyes wider as he quickly turns and immediately starts apologizing.

“I'm so sorry. I am truly so sorry.” as he gets up and puts out his hand for the girl, “are you okay?”

She looks embarrassed more than hurt based on Chan’s opinion. He hears Seungmin and Jeongin skate up behind him. The girl does not take his hand; she gets up on her own, with her head down, “You don’t have to apologize, it's okay.” Chan feeling guilty, “Do you need help or do you need anything?” as he tries to make eye contact with her.

“No, no it’s really okay,” she waves off his concerns and skates away.

Chan watches her skate off, feeling completely embarrassed.

“Sorry hyung, I didn’t know she was right –” Changbin starts

“Don’t.” Chan dusts off his pants.

“I shouldn’t have pushed –” Seungmin walks up to Chan.

“It’s fine.” Chan starts to skate towards the exit, leaving the boys standing awkwardly, not sure whether to follow him or not.

“What even happened?” Felix asks as he and Hyunjin skate up to them, a bit late to the event.

“I think he might go look for the girl to check on her.” Minho says behind them pointing as Chan rushes in the direction of where he saw the girl go.

“Guys this was the one day where our goal was to get him out of his dreadful routine so he can relax for once.” Felix looks irritated as his plans seem ruined. Hyunjin places a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, “It’s fine, he’ll be okay. We still have other things planned for today.”

---

Chan holds his ice skates in one hand as he looks around for the girl. He just wants to make sure she’s okay. He finds the girl with long hair sitting taking off her skates, that’s her.

He runs up to her, “Hi I’m the guy who fell into you earlier”, he stands in front of her, “I really am sorry about that, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You want to make sure I’m okay?” her voice was shaky, different from the sweet voice he had heard earlier before she went off.

“Um yes,” he hesitated, “I just want to know if I hurt you badly and you’re just hiding it.”

She looks up to him, eyes watery, “No Chan, don’t worry you didn’t hurt me at all.”

She puts on her last shoe and starts to gather her things.

“Y/n?” he steps back.

“Sorry you might’ve forgotten me, my bad.” She stands up and brushes his shoulder as she walks out.

Chan just stands there, unsure whether to go to her or not.

By the time he turns around, she’s gone.

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“Wait, so you knew her?” Changbin asks, mid-bite of his food.

“Uh yeah something like that.” Chan takes his glass of water and drinks it all in one go.

“So she shouldn’t be too mad” Jeongin says lightly then continues, “I mean if you guys were friends she shouldn’t be. Were you guys friends?”

The boys look at their hyung in curiosity.

“Wasn’t she your girlfriend?” Han breaks the silence, yet causing more tension in the room.

“yeochin?! (girlfriend)” Changbin was taken aback like everyone else, yet is the only one to voice it.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, hyung.” Jeongin states next, more calm, yet still as curious as Changbin.

Chan looks up from his plate, and scratches the back of his neck,”Uh yeah, but we broke up a while after debuting.”

“How long did you guys date?”

“How come we didn’t know this besides Jisungie?”

“I didn't even know we were allowed to have girlfriends.”

The boys throw out questions, unable to consume the thought of Chan having time to date someone. Leaving Chan unsure of how to answer.

“Guys, let's not talk about this right now, we’re making Chan hyung uncomfortable.” Hyunjin voices.

Chan sends a thankful smile to Hyunjin.

The rest of the dinner they talk about the new album and the preparations, which was more of Chan’s cup of tea.

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As he dries his hair he sprawls out onto his bed and sighs, that was a long day.

He pulls his covers over his shoulders and falls into his pillows, picking up his phone.

How long has it been? Three years now? More? Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.

He scrolls through his photos, scrolling all the way back to 2018. There’s a photo, a couple leaning over a cake, the boy kissing her cheek while holding her as she smiles. The cake reading, straykids forever!

He looks at the girl one last time and goes to sleep.

~~~

Chan enters his apartment he was staying at after the longest day ever. He puts all his things down and checks the time, I think she should be awake by now.

Picking up his phone, “Hey siri call –”

He’s interrupted by a noise coming from his room. He picks up the nearest book and heads to check it out. He slowly approaches his door, hearing feet shuffling around. He throws open the door, arm raised with the book in his hand prepared to fight whoever is there.

To his surprise there stands you. His girlfriend, who should be 6 thousand miles away attending college in Massachusetts. His girlfriend, who is standing in the middle of his room that is decorated with balloons and streamers of his favorite color. His girlfriend, who he was mentally not prepared to see till another 3 months.

“Surprise…” She cheekily smiles and shrugs, placing down the cake she was holding on his nightstand, “what are you planning on doing? Educate me to death? I already have to do that in college.” she jokes. She looks at her boyfriend confused, “baby, are you okay?”

Y/n actually doesn’t get to finish her question because Chan snaps out of his shock and runs to her. Grabbing and hugging her all at once, holding so tightly that he's afraid to let go.

“Oh my god. You're here.” Chan doesn’t let go, “You’re actually here.”

“I’m tapping out, you’re squeezing me too hard.” she says tapping his shoulders, “You’re squeezing the life out of me.”

He starts to release her then he grabs her face and kisses her sweetly, “I missed you so much.”

He starts peppering y/n’s face with kisses, making her swat him away laughing, “Chan stop it!” He stops and smiles looking down at her, “I haven’t seen you since forever, I missed you so –”

“Today is not about me, it’s about you,” y/n turns away and to grab the cake she was holding and shows it to him, “Hannah told me about the debut date, and I wanted to be here for you to celebrate no matter what. I’m your forever number 1 supporter. forever.”

Y/n look at him with teary eyes and put out a fist, “straykids!” you lightly laugh, “I’m so proud of you Channie. I’m so so so proud of you. You deserve this all, you deserve all of it and more.” a tear drops from her eyes, and Chan looks at her with the softest look ever.

“I love you so much Y/n.” Chan wipes away the tears falling down her face, “Thank you for supporting me through everything.”

She places her cheek into the palm of Chan’s hand, “Do you at least want to try the cake?”

~~~

“Wait so you’re on spring break already?” you and Chan are sitting on his bed eating the cake and catching up, “When did you get here?”

“I got here yesterday morning, kind of slept all day but I made sure to listen to your album, and omg I love it. I think either grow up or mirror is my favorite, but district 9 was jaw dropping.” you say before taking a bite of the cake.

Chan looks at you with admiration, “I have the best girlfriend ever.”

“You’re so cringe.” you roll your eyes, before taking another piece of the cake. Chan takes out his phone in time to snap a picture of you cheeks stuffed eating the bite, “Hey!” you say with your mouth full, hitting in his arm.

“I wanted to take a picture of my girlfriend, who I love so much.” Chan takes you into his arms holding you close, “I’m never letting you go.”

“You did.” Y/n says.

Chan questions, “What?”

“You let me go Channie.”

Chan, more confused, holds on tighter, “baby what are you talking about, i love you, i would never let you go.

Y/n sits up and throws her legs over the edge of his bed looking out his window.

Chan sits up, notices that it’s suddenly pouring heavily outside, “baby what’s wrong?”

“How could you?” Y/n’s voice cracking.

Chan heads over to y/n and once he touches her shoulders they’re drenched in rain pour. They’re outside and it’s cold with a cool breeze. Chan holds y/n’s shoulders and looks down at her, “Y/n, I-I love you.”

Y/n looks up at him, tears pouring down her face mixing in with the rain hitting them, “If we loved each other so much why did we break up Channie?”

Chan takes a step back, “Break up?”

“Chan?” y/n asks calmly at first, “Chan? Chan? Chan?” it gradually starts getting louder and louder till

Beep Beep Beep

Chan awakes to his alarm and Seungmin yells from his room, “Chan turn off your alarm!”

He turns over and turns off his alarm before yelling a quick “sorry” to Seungmin.

He sits up to pull off the sheets since he's sweating and checks the time, 6:05 am. He really slept through his alarm for 5 minutes? Chan opens his phone and it opens to the photo of you, on his bed eating the cake. He looks at it for a second before swiping out of the app and getting out of bed.

It's just a dream.

author’s note: pt 2 is already posted!

#stray kids #skz #slow burn #bang chan #bang chan fluff #fluff #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz smut #pov #skz angst #angst #skz soft thoughts #skz x y/n #skz x fem reader

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trimisu · 2 years

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Alright so we’re starting off with an angsty one. Reader has an uterus and their period came by with a LOT of cramps.

So they’re managing for karasuno and there is one person mutually pining (Ehe suga Ehe) and suddenly the cramps kinda explode and reader feels like they’re about to collapse

So they like grabs the nearest wall/door/windowsill and their grip is so strong their fingers are turning white and shit

At some point their body decides: screw this, emergency shutdown and they just double over and faint

The look of pure horror on the boys’ faces as they turn around at the sound of a pretty loud thud and realize that’s one of their managers!! On the floor!!! Unconscious!!

Shit immediately goes down and takeda, Ukai and suga (who was standing closest to y/n) kneel down next to them to check what’s going on and sugas heart breaks as he hears his crush whimper because of the pain they’re in

Bonus points if they realize there is blood (period and all) and kiyoko and yachi immediately know what’s going on but the others don’t and the boys think they’re gonna die or smth

Daichi and ennoshita would probably be the only ones to catch onto what’s wrong

Ahem that was rambling number one

Contain/s: period blood, fem!reader, just pure brainrot

A/n: WHERE 👏 CAN 👏 I 👏 GET 👏 A 👏MAN 👏 LIKE 👏 SUGA????

Reading this makes me realize I don't really post my works with periods on it, maybe because I couldn't remember how I felt or what am i doing during my period 😭 not to mention I have irregular periods, so I still haven't have it in months 🙂 which makes me think that I might be horrible at doing period-related fics.

N e ways, I've ramble enough now! Let's go back to the ask

Masterlist

I feel like, besides Daichi and Ennoshita, Tanaka would also catch on (since he has an older sister) and be like "(Y/n)-san is on her period!!" until the others (who are smart enough or has sisters who already experienced the bloody nightmare) would go like: :0

#tanaka-feeling-happy-that-he-smart-again

I also think that since Hinata's sister is like 6(?) years old, he would be the one panicking the most once he saw a lot of blood staining your gym pants/skirt and start saying, "what do we do??" "she lost too much blood! Is she going to die???"

Meanwhile, Kiyoko asks Suga if he could lend his jacket for a while to cover up the stain on your gym pants/skirt, while Yachi go look through her bag to get an extra pad for you. Sugawara agrees and gave Kiyoko the jacket.

He watch her place his jacket on your back and wrap its sleeve on your waist, and imagine him wishing that it was his arms hugging your waist (•‿•) but he just brush off that thought because you're in pain and you need help :(( so, with the help of Kiyoko and Yachi, they bought brought you to the infirmary

Now, imagine waking up in the infirmary, the pain now subdue and is now replaced with something hot. You looked down to see a hand holding a hot ice bag onto your abdomen. Looking beside you, you can see Sugawara concentrating at the ice bag he was holding on your abdomen.

Once Sugawara saw you're awake, he starts asking if you're okay and if you are still in pain, maybe about the hot water in the ice bag if it is too hot for you and he would also give you pain killers given by the nurse to subdue the pain :D

To cut it short, once you guys leave the infirmary, Sugawara would always check up on you if you need anything or if you are in pain! Plus, he would also bring an extra jacket for you, just in case your pad overflowed and you didn't notice that your skirt was stained (•‿•) I feel like doing this made your relationship with him even more closer (•‿•)

Anyways, Sugawara is a 100/10, he helps, he cares, and most importantly, he is by your side 24/7!

#trimisu #this might be bad but it's worth the shot of imagining this scenario 😭#how to find a man like him #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara koushi x reader #hq!! x reader #hq sugawara #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #sugawara koushi x you

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little-fairy-forest · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you are having a great time and healthy! Since you opened the requests again, may I have a scenario or headcanon with Shinsou, Momo and Todoroki with an s/o who has 2 quirks: immortality and healing? They heal people by giving a part of her remaining life but since she is immortal( or have a longer span of life) she wouldn't die even if she overuses their quirk. The boys get hurt pretty bad so she immediately uses the quirk but since she healed a lot of people beforehand she collapses and doesn't open their eyes. I would like to see their reaction when their s/o explains their quirks because obviously they thought they were dead when they collapsed.

If you don't want to write it, that's okay! And if you do, thanks in advance and have nice day🥰🥰

🍀 hello sweetheart! Sorry for the long wait, I was quite busy :( apologies x100

This is quite long so I'm going to squish it down and just do Todoroki, apologies I've had this in my drafts for far too long

Reader with a immorality quirk

Todoroki, x gn!reader, fluff, angsty

Todoroki

Shouto knew you had a powerful quirk, he watched you train each day in the gym before he had the courage to ask you out, you passed each test with flying covers

You had no issue jumping headfirst into battle, you'd come out coverd in bumps and bruises , but he never once seen you go to recovery girl!

He kept his mouth shut since he thought maybe you had a first aid kit in your dorm room– even though some of your injuries definitely needed medical attention greater then a first aid kit

You were also the first person to attend anyone to was injured during hero training, you would even go attend other classes hero training incase someone got hurt

He thought it was because you had a kind soul– you do– but he never knew the underlining meaning

During today's hero training you had been bouncing around and healing peoples cuts and wounds, big or small you helped them. Shouto could tell you were getting tired using your quirk but kept his mouth shut since you always brushed his concerns off

When Shouto was horribly injured during hero training against Kaminari, he used a lot of voltage against Shouto and he wasn't quick enough to build and ice wall leading him to be shocked by a strong voltage and collapse

You rushed over, Aizawa not far behind and immediately used your quirk to heal shouto, you were always quick on your feet

Shouto began to feel better my the millisecond as you used your quirk, it was like he could feel the electricity leaving his body,

Unfortunately at your own strength was taking a toll, you had been using your quirk all day (way more then your used to) and became very weak

After Shouto was fully healed he went to go give you a hug and bring you to recovery girl, you looked dizzy

You ending up collapsing in front of Shouto– he was so scared. He never seen you pass out before let alone when you look so sickly

"Y/n?? h-hey can you hear me?? AIZAWA WE NEED TO BRING THEN TO RECOVERY GIRL–"

Shouto looks down and he swears he seen you not breathing why weren't you waking up??

"Calm down Todoroki, they will be alright they just overused their quirk. I asked them to be careful, clearly didn't listen" Aizawa lifts you up and makes his way to every girl "Yaomomo continue the training, I'll be back shortly. No one leave"

Shouto couldn't stop thinking about your current state, you never over use your quirk to the point you collapse

After training shouto goes straight to recovery girls office, he needs to make sure your awake...and even alive.

Shouto notices all the machines attached to you, you looked like you were on thin ice, how did you get this bad??

"Young todoroki I can assure you they will be fine. They are sleep but we are giving them nutrients through a IV drip and making sure they get the rest they need" recovery girl assures Shouto

"But they looked gravely ill, are you sure??" Shouto was panicking– you look so frail

"Yes, their quirk allows them to regenerate others injures at the cost of their own health, they overused their quirk today and didn't inform Aizawa before training so hard. You kids need a break"

Shouto looks over at you wondering why you never told him the extent of your quirk

You were able to make out Shoutos voice when he came into your room, you tried to sit up to see him, but he quickly tried to lye you back down again

"Don't move please, your injured enough as it is" he continues to say "why didn't you say anything about your current situation. I can always offer a break"

"Shouto my quirk normally allows me to use it past what I should be using it for, I'm slight immortal, just a longer life span then most people, I try to spare my quirk to who ever needs it more"

"You can give away your quirk?" Shouto was confused by the explanation

"I can heal people, but it costs a fraction of my life" you joke by saying "good thing I'm like a cat who has nine lives"

"Not funny y/n, please be careful. You know I can't loose you...at least not after I go first"

Shouto stayed by your side until Aizawa came back to check on you, safe to say Aizawa gave you an earful.

You now know when it's reasonable to use your quirk on...and who derives it

(According to Shouto Mineta is at the bottom of that list due to basic reasons)

Thank you for reading

Sorry for the long wait for this fic, I had a hard time writing for each person so I cut it down to just shouto since I'm more familiar with his character

Apologies,

-> masterlist

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

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My brain told me I need something angsty, fluffy but also spicy today✋🏼 So uh could you pls write a small scenario where Iwa, Satori and Bokuto sees their s/o with someone who is actually flirting with them and they think that their s/o is cheating? Because its mostly where the reader thinks that the boys are cheating and I thought it would be interesting if its different this time 👀

Ngl anon reading this made my heart hurt a bit esp Bokuto I’m sensitive when it comes to him 😣 but only Tendō’s isn’t fluffy. I tried to make the other ones a bit fluffy. Mostly angst and spice. Bit of hcs + drabble mix again.

Hints of possessiveness, implied spiciness, Tendō has no shame

Miscommunication

Iwaizumi

> It’s Oikawa’s fault, as usual. He got sick the day before he promised to go with his sister to some orchestra show and to sightsee. It was supposed to be a bonding day for them, but he came down with the flu and Iwaizumi was kindly volunteered to take his place. As in Oikawa begged him.

> It was fine, they got ice cream afterwards and she wanted to take a picture to remember the day. He took the picture and sent it to the group chat, letting Oikawa know his sister was having fun. The boys all laughed and congratulated Iwaizumi for going on a date with such a “bombshell”, as Makki said.

> You think it was an accident, which makes the pain sting more. He’d share his cheating with his friends so easily, it’s sickening. You immediately shut off your phone after that, deciding to not deal with it.

> The next day, when Iwaizumi goes to greet you, you continue walking. It’s something everyone notices, but nobody says anything. Makki and Mattsun give each other similar looks of ‘oh shit’ while Oikawa is still missing.

> Once Oikawa is back to proper shape, you welcome him back with a big hug. It’s the most emotion you’ve shown all week and Iwaizumi gets pissed. He continues to ignore you, though. He finds it hard to continue, though, when you start flirting with Oikawa.

> Mattsun fills Oikawa in on the situation while a plan forms in Iwaizumi’s head. He knows he did something wrong, but what? He decides to apologize anyways. Not having you talk to him was putting him on edge, worrying him.

> The next day, Oikawa tells you Iwaizumi won’t be attending since he’s busy. At first, you got worried, but when Oikawa winked at you, your face felt hot as anger boiled. You figured it would come to this, but it still hurts more than you thought. Then, Oikawa tells you he forgot his knee pad and could you go get it for him. As the helpful manager, you oblige. It’s not like anyone is in the locker room.

“What’s this?” Your voice cracks as you stare at Iwaizumi. He’s standing in the room, holding flowers and an apology note. His face is a dark shade of pink, his eyes glancing at you before going back to the floor.

“An apology. I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend,” he says, clearly and cleanly. His palms are sweaty, but he is able to at least speak properly. “I don’t know what I did—“

“Oh, please. You’re tired of me, I get it. You don’t have to go apologizing on my account. Shouldn’t you be with the brunette girl?” You feel hot tears streaming down your face, quickly wiping them away as Iwaizumi looks at you, dumbfounded.

“Brunette— do you mean Shittykawa’s sister?” A confused look crosses your face as he groans, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Shittykawa made me fill in for him and go sightseeing with his sister. He didn’t ask before telling her, but she watched over us as kids, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to just hang out. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,”

“Not a big deal, Hajime? Not a big deal? I honestly thought you were bragging! It didn’t help Makki was all like ‘oh man she’s so hot’ in the chat!” Tears are freely falling now, as your blink away the blurriness. “I thought you had just gotten tired of me,”

“Baby, no, never,” he shushes you, hugging you. It’s nice to be talking to him, wrapped in his arms. It’s a sweet and tender moment, relaxing in his hold as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into your hair, shifting on the balls on his feet as you follow suit. It’s not until you’re pressed against the cold metal of the lockers do you look at him. His face sports a familiar look, one that always has your knees buckling to his command.

“Hajime, not now,” you whimper, feeling his warm hands sliding underneath your shirt. Had you been in your uniform, you’d most likely have his hand down your panties right now. He just presses a kiss to your temple, hands moving the waistband of your pants.

“I gotta remind you that I’m all yours, baby. And you’re all mine, so don’t ever go flirting with Shittykawa again,” he growls out, sending heat down to your core.

Tendō

> So first off, your relationship with him is on the down-low as in the only person outside the relationship who knows is Ushijima because Tendō cannot keep a secret from his BFF. You wanted it to be a secret because you did like him when he confessed, but your friends would tease you for dating him. Coach Washijo didn’t allow his player to date, so it was a secret relationship.

> However, when a girl ended up flirting with Tendō because she wanted a free pass to see the games, you wished it wasn’t so secretive. He was obviously flirting with her, enjoying the attention, while you listened from the girls’ bathroom. When he called her a “pretty lady” though? You felt your world shatter. He never called you that.

> The following practice, you passed by the gymnasium doors to see that girl standing outside them. A brief glance in her direction before continuing on your way, back to the dorms. You didn’t text Tendō the rest of the day.

> Tendō was frantically looking for you, wondering what he did wrong. When that girl was outside the gym and not you, he panicked. It was lunchtime, so he expected you to be in your class. When he got there, you were gone.

> He asked your friends, but they didn’t give him an answer, asking him “why does it matter?” So he went back to perusing the halls, looking for your familiar hair color or your voice. He heard a male’s voice first. Then your laugh.

> Turning a corner, he saw your hand on some guy’s bicep, a smile on your face. He recognized the stranger as the dude who tried to date every girl in his grade. Why were you talking to him? Another giggle had him moving towards the two of you.

“Why don’t you and I, I don’t know, meet up for some drinks after school? There’s a good milkshake joint nearby,” he grins, flashing his bright teeth. It would make most girls keel to his demands, but you’re different.

“Oh, I’d love to—“

“But she’s my girlfriend, loser,” Tendō sneers, his hand gripping your elbow as he drags you away.

“Tendō-san, what are you doing?” You attempt to resist his pulling, but he doesn’t let up. “I thought I was barely a classmate to you,”

“Yeah, well who gave you the right to flirt with some fuck boy?” He looks down at you, anger flashing across your face. The guy is still standing there, watching.

“Oh, I figured I wasn’t a priority to you. After all, you called that other bitch a ‘pretty girl’, so what’s up? I don’t get a cute name like that, except ‘girlfriend’?” You wrench your arm free. “Leave me alone, Tendō. Go to that other girl,”

“You mean Hana? Ōno Hana? The girl who’s crushing on Wakatoshi-kun?” He raises a brow. “As if she’d like me. I was complimenting her because she was anxious about talking to Wakatoshi-kun,”

“Well, it didn’t seem like that. I listened to the conversation. Leave me alone,”

“Why would I want her when I have a perfect little girl in front of me? Who else could trust me enough to bind them so tight, or who could cream on my fingers so easily?” He smirks as your face gets hot. A swift smack to his chest is useless when he turns to the guy, holding your arms. He maneuvers you to face the guy, smushing your cheeks together. “Tell him who you’re a good girl for, because it’s not gonna be him,”

“Tendō, this is so awkward,” your muffled voice comes out, dealing with his fingers pushing your lips together. “I’m not gonna say it,”

“Then he can watch as you cream on my fingers. Front row show, you know?” He snickers, moving his hand off your face and moving it underneath your skirt. A brief flash of your underwear towards the boy has you submitting properly, squirming as you practically shout what Tendō wanted you to say. “See, not that hard? Oh look— he’s running away! I hope he enjoyed the show!” Tendō waves happily, smiling all the while. You’re finally released from his hold.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you? Thinking you can go be a whore?”

“You want the relationship on the down-low! You wanted it to be a secret!”

“Well, if that means boys think you’re available, we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” He smirks, once again dragging you off. As he heads towards a closet, you know you’re not going back to class with steady legs.

Bokuto

> It was unusual for Bokuto to miss practice, so the managers and Akaashi were asking if you had seen him. You had not, but offered to go looking while everyone else started practice. Akaashi thanked you, leaving to fill in for his missing captain.

> Roaming the school, you checked the bathrooms to see if he was in there and even checked the classrooms to see if he fell asleep. When you didn’t find him, you went through checking the halls only to find him walking next to some girl with his arm around her shoulder. The scene hurt you, but a part of you knew he wouldn’t ditch practice and cheat on you, it was not in his nature.

> When the girl laughed at one of his jokes, you felt tears prick your eyes and ran off, back to the gymnasium where Akaashi was the first to greet you. You explained what you saw, after he took you to sit down on the bench, while the team continued. He said it probably wasn’t what it seemed like, but the scene kept replaying in your mind.

> The next day, you didn’t meet him on the roof for your normal lunch date so he got worried. Bokuto can usually read your moods, since you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he hadn’t seen you at all. He went looking for you, ignoring the strange looks he got as he ran through the hallways. Once he got to your class, he expected you to be sitting at your desk. Instead, he turned to your friends for help.

> One of them mentioned a dark haired student invited her to eat with him in his class and after he got a description, he went looking for the mystery man. He thought it might have been Akaashi, but he didn’t have brown eyes and a mole beside his right eye. It was finding a needle in a haystack, looking in each class until he saw your familiar hair color sitting in an unfamiliar class.

> He just kind of looked at you and the stranger through the window, watching as you laughed at the guy’s jokes. It was the same laugh you used at his jokes. It made an strange feeling in his chest burn, it made him jealous. Walking inside the classroom, you continued talking to the boy as he moved behind you.

> You closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them, you saw the boy’s face drop as a shadow loomed over you. Looking behind you, you saw your boyfriend standing behind you. “Whatcha doing?” He asked. His voice seemed to be bright and cheerful, normal to the innocent bystander. To you, with the fake smile on his face, it sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

> He wanted to talk to you alone, a hand on your back as he guided you to the stairs leading to the roof. You tried to ask him questions, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t turn to look at you. He just stared forward as anger simmered in his chest and his eyes.

> Once the roof door had shut, you were roughly pushed against it as his eyes finally met yours. His eyes bore into you, demanding an answer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why were you flirting with him? Do you no longer love me? Did I do something wrong? Are you tired of me?” As his questions poured out, the anger in his eyes melted into sadness, guilt forming into a ball on your chest. His hair drooped down as he put on his pouty face. “Do you wanna break up?”

“N-No! Not unless you want to, that is. I saw your arm around that g-girl in the hallway. I—“ you gulped, unshed tears on your lashes, catching the sunlight as you look at him. “I thought you were tired of me,”

“Why would I be tired of you? You’re the love of my life!” He shouts, you flinching as his booming voice made your ears ring. He apologizes, hugging you tightly into his chest. You do a heaving motion, fighting back the tears as his words play on loop in your mind. “I could never see anyone replacing you in my life,”

“That’s nice, Bo,” you mumble, rubbing your nose into his chest. It’s warm and comforting, a nice contrast to the brisk wind in the autumn air. When he moves, you look up to see him grinning at you, a glint in his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“We’re all alone and obviously my little bird needs to remember just who she belongs to,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before he quickly drops to his knees. It’s a sudden movement, his face in front of your skirt and then it’s under your skirt, a leg hooked over his shoulder. He’ll make sure you’re screaming his name before lunchtime is over.

#haikyuu x reader #BB.Kinky #tw.possessiveness #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Hajime #Mr. Satori #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #tendou x reader #BB.Requests #BB.Angst #BB.Floof #Iwaizumi.hcs #Bokuto.hcs #Tendō.hcs #haikyuu smut #ish

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jalapeno-princess · 3 years

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Bad For You Chapter 3

Fuckboy Mark X Reader

Genre: Fluff and angst (the ending is hella angsty though just a warning)

Word Count: 11.1K (Damn this one is a long one LOL)

A/N: Am I the only one loving the fact that Mark is back home he’s been looking extra hot these days God bless. Things are getting more and more juicier with each and every chapter. Happy reading!

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Well, I mean, you remind me at least five times a day every single day—“

“Because you are. You’re so beautiful and it’s so hard for me to concentrate on anything else other than you. I want you to know that you are such an extraordinary human being and that I think the entire universe of you. I honestly think tutoring me does more damage to my grades than it does help them.”

Mark pulled you closer to his body if it were even physically possible before smashing his cheek against yours. The two of you were practically sloths; clinging on to one another. When he first asked you to head over to his apartment, you told him you would only go if he agreed to work on some of his assignments.

However, he coerced you in to eating some pizza with him; promising that once you both were finished with your food that he would start on his essay for world history. Knowing Mark’s tendencies to procrastinate and from past experiences of him sweet talking you in to doing anything other than his school work you weren’t surprised to find yourself sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped protectively around your waist—leaving kisses against the crook of your neck and stealing kisses from the corner of your mouth when you’d least expect it.

You didn’t even try to fight him when you found yourself in the comfortable position you were currently in. He was warm—his air conditioning was on full blast yet he was your own personal furnace. It didn’t help that he was shirtless; he claimed that it took a lot for the air conditioning to really do anything for him but you had a huge feeling that was just an excuse to walk around without a shirt. You also loved spending as much time with him as you possibly could.

Although the two of you got off on a rough start, you could confidently say the older boy brought out the best in you. It didn’t take much for him to make you laugh or to give him your signature smile that he claimed to adore so much. All he had to do was use a cheesy pick up line on you or compliment you on something he was well aware that you hated about yourself.

Another thing you enjoyed about Mark was how childlike he was. Sure, there were times where he could be a little immature; whether it was being affectionate with you at all the wrong times—while the two of you were out to dinner with his parents or as you were proctoring one of the tests in your English class and he would playfully slap your butt when nobody was looking—but he was so free-spirited and positive about almost every single thing.

Mark didn’t let anything bother him. He felt like allowing anything or anyone negative try to get on his nerves was a huge waste of time. He also enjoyed the little things; getting three scoops of ice cream not too long after the two of you would eat dinner even if he was full, sneaking in to your elementary school after hours just to play on the jungle gym, texting you random memes he’d get from Twitter even if he was sitting right next to you and taking you on dates to the most interesting places; like the art museum or the planetarium.

The older boy was like a breath of fresh air; a far cry from the fuckboy who couldn’t care less about anyone other than himself you assumed he was before getting to learn who he really was. Honestly, he was one of the only reasons behind your happiness at the moment. Mark made you feel safe, protected—he made you feel so many positive emotions; carefree, joyful, content, loved—he made you feel beautiful; as if you were the most breathtaking human being to exist.

Not once did you ever have to question your self worth; he made it very clear that you were perfect just the way you are and that whoever claimed perfect people didn’t exist obviously had never met you. Your boyfriend made you feel as though you were the only girl in the entire world because in his eyes, you were the only girl—let alone person who mattered. He’s told you on multiple occasions, he’d give up every single one of his friends and even some of his family members if he had to just to spend the rest of his life with you.

If someone were to tell you at the beginning of your arrangement with Mark that the two of you would end up here; legs tangled up and hands intertwined—stealing sweet kisses from one another in arcades downtown and staying up in the wee hours of the morning, talking about your plans for the future—you would have laughed hysterically right in their face. But here you were, wanting nothing more than to be the lucky girl who got to love Mark Tuan and receive his love for as long as time allowed you to.

You never believed in those romantic movie tropes where the main female lead—the goody two shoes who everyone knew was a virgin would be the only person who was able to change the bad boy male lead who had tattoos all over his body, got drunk and high on a daily basis and hated school in to a better human being.

Things like that never happened. No man could ever love someone that much to want to change their entire life completely for. It just wasn’t real. Honestly, it was extremely laughable because that was so close to your reality—but you didn’t care. You didn’t think you changed Mark at all; well, he was no longer a fuckboy, but deep down you believed he was willing to settle down in an actual relationship with the right person.

If only you knew then what you know now—you were the dream girl that Mark’s could only desire of having in his life to call his significant other. Even back in high school, he believed he was never good enough for someone like you. Someone with such an amazing head on their shoulders.

Someone who cared more about their future and whether or not they were to succeed later in life. Someone who took every day with a grain of salt. Mark was well aware that he didn’t deserve you, but he was going to do whatever he could in his power to make sure he gave you everything he wholeheartedly felt you deserved.

“Well, maybe we need to spend more time actually studying then. That’s the reason why we came together in the first place—“

“First of all, I think that is a stupid idea. Studying is genuinely such bullshit. You spend hours with your face in a book and barely memorize a thing. Second of all, we came together on many different occasions for many different reasons—ow, babe—what? I’m being serious. Making love to my pretty baby is my favorite past time—you’re no fun.”

You repositioned yourself on his lap, turning your body so you were face to face with him and playfully squeezed his cheek before placing a kiss on his nose.

“I love you.”

The two of you had said that word quite a few times since you began your relationship. Actually, Mark confessed his love for you only a month after the two of you started dating and he claimed that he didn’t even care if it was too soon. He’s had feelings for you for over seven years now. It didn’t take long for his infatuation to develop in to something so much more—beautiful.

Even more so because he was spending almost every single day learning more and more about you; hearing that contagious laughter of yours, getting playfully shoved by you after making a dirty comment, watching your eyes light up as you talked about wanting to go in to criminology.

It was only a matter of time that he’d find himself hopelessly in love with you and he had no intention on ever getting back up again. However, Mark was nervous to say the least which came as a complete shock; everyone knew how confident the older boy was.

He was the definition of a confident man. It was one of his characteristics that you admired the most about him. But when it came to you—he was a complete and utter mess. If it were anyone else, he’d have no problem hinting towards what he wanted—but with you, he was afraid you had yet to reciprocate his feelings. You might have liked Mark, yet that didn’t mean you were ready to take a step further and claim you were in love with him.

To say he was surprised to hear you say those three magical words only a second after he admitted it out loud to you was an understatement. It took him a while to process the thought of you reciprocating his same exact feelings.

Especially because he didn’t think he was capable of loving another person. He understood that he should have been scared; the idea of love was terrifying. Being in love was genuinely one of the best feelings in the entire world. However, it also frightened him because he was so vulnerable and he was afraid of getting hurt.

Mark was well aware that you would never do anything to purposely upset him or to make a fool out of him in any way. Sure, you said you loved him multiple times on a daily basis—but you were just as good with showing it through your actions as you were explaining your romantic feelings for him verbally.

You’ve done so many things for him to prove your loyalty for him and that you were in this relationship for the long run—but that didn’t stop his many insecurities about never being good enough for you. Mark was selfish; he was well aware that you deserved better. So much better.

He knew that there were so many more amazing men out there who could take care of you in ways that Mark couldn’t and who could give you everything that your boyfriend felt he lacked. However, he wanted you and only you—and he wanted to be the only one who received your passion, yearning, adoration and most of all, your love.

The two of you haven’t been in a relationship for all that long, but Mark was very confident that you were the woman he wholeheartedly wanted to spend the rest of his life with. This was the first time he actually saw a future with someone; he knew this whole rolling stone life he was living was going to be temporary. He was young and in college. His entire group of friends lived the same hookup life and none of them—well, other than Jinyoung—but none of them ever gave off the vibe that they wanted something more than just a night of sex with someone they had no intention on getting to know on a personal level.

However, he didn’t realize that it was going to end all that soon—he’d be lying if he said being in love wasn’t something he wanted to happen to him. For years, he would tell himself that he wasn’t capable of love or having someone love him. It came to a surprise to the older boy when you began to show him so much comfort, tenderness and affection that he realized every single person in the world—even people like Mark were able to experience the beauty of love and he was never going to take you or your feelings for him for granted. You were his person, and he was going to make sure you were aware of how blessed he was to be yours.

“Babe, you can’t just out right say that you love me. We went over this. You need to give me time to prepare. You know exactly how much that four letter word means to me. My heart feels as if it’s about to leap out of my chest. Especially when you say it so confidently. God, you—you’re simply perfect. You make me the happiest man alive. I love you so much—ah shit. I’m hard again. Only you can be so adorable while confessing your love for me yet give me a painfully hardened erection. Ugh, I can’t wait till we start settling down one day. I hope you know that you’re stuck with me. For the rest of our lives. I never used to believe in soulmates. It’s such a cheesy and overrated concept but I know—you were made for me as I was made for you. I know I’m not what you deserve—you deserve so much more than what I can do and be for you. But I promise, I will do better baby. I will be better. I’ll work on being the man that you should be with. I just really want you to be happy.”

He giggled softly when a stray tear fell down your cheek; it was hard to believe Mark used to be the campus’s number one player. Someone who never cared about what anyone used to think about him—nor did he care about anyone else but himself and his inner circle. He’s hurt so many people, both girls and boys in the last few years.

Whether it was leading them on or making them look bad in front of other people—he was an inconsiderate asshole. So for him to say such kind-hearted and wholesome words, it was genuinely a lot to take in. Especially because it was meant for you. He loved you. He wanted to change for you. He wanted to take care of you and be the reason behind your happiness.

He was aware that he wasn’t someone you probably would have seen yourself with, but yet he was willing to work on himself just to continue to be in your life. You stole a few sloppy kisses from his mouth—allowing your tongue to swirl around his and taking it in between your teeth before pulling away abruptly, earning yourself a raspy grown.

Right as he was going to scold you for taking your lips away from his, you began to lower yourself down to his pelvis and brought your hand to his clothed cock—palming him through his sweats. His dick was throbbing through the cotton; the tip was protruding and standing right at attention causing your mouth to water.

Both you and Mark have agreed that oral was one of your favorite parts of your love making sessions. He was very skilled with his mouth; he used every part—his lips, his teeth and his tongue in the hopes of bringing you to heaven at least once during sex. Your boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand—it didn’t take him long to find your g-spot and the parts of your body that would elicit any moan or cry of pleasure.

From what he’s told you, you were just as talented. The first time you sucked him dry was the first time you’ve ever blown someone off before. Hell, the first time you found yourself writhing underneath him—begging him to something, anything to help loosen the tight coil in your stomach was the same night you lost your virginity. Mark was genuinely shocked to hear that you were a virgin.

Although he had a hunch you had yet to go that extra mile with someone before, he found it hard to believe that you had never been in a relationship. Mark swore that you were the complete package; you were extremely beautiful, adorably cute yet painstakingly sexy. You were hardworking, super intelligent, dedicated passionate, fun-loving—men were stupid not to try and ask you out on a date.

But then again, you didn’t seem as if you cared about getting in to a relationship nor did you show any interest towards the male gender in the first place. Something about knowing that he was the first man who got to have you like this—bare, innocent and raw—learning each and every single curve, birth mark, beauty mark and scar—learning your likes, dislikes, what made you squirm and scream—it made his heart soar. He was soon regretting not waiting till he met the one—you—to give himself to.

Yet, he was glad he had some experience so he’d be able to show you a good time. It was understandable that you were just a little bit nervous. You felt as though you wouldn’t be able to please him in the way he never fails to do with you, but the way his moans practically bounced off the walls as you took him down your throat made it all the more evident that you knew exactly what you were doing.

His expression once you swallowed him whole made you giggle like a little school girl. He looked as if you sucked the life out of his dick—he panted heavily as though he ran multiple miles in a short amount of time. The beads of sweat building up at his forehead should have been gross, but it only turned you on so much more than you already were.

From that day on, he made sure you blew him off at least once a day—with your consent that is. He began to run his fingers through your hair and bit down on his bottom lip when you pulled down his sweats hastily, giving yourself better access to his length. When you finally freed him from the constraints of his boxers, he let out a breathy moan and the sound went straight to your pulsating core.

“Such a pretty, pretty baby. Going to suck my cock like the dirty little cock slut you are? Want to show me how much you love me y/n? Put this dick down your throat and take it all as I fuck your face—if—if you’re okay with that my love—“

No matter how rough and dominant Mark could get behind close doors, his soft side for you never failed to come out every now and then. He was the definition of a switch for you; leaning more towards a sub both in the streets and in between the sheets. Sometimes, you’d forget that he was the man in the relationship because of how much he would follow you around as if he was a lost puppy. It didn’t bother you though, you enjoyed how gentle your boyfriend could be because you were the only person who got to see this timid, tender side of him.

“You’re hard as a rock yet such a fucking softy for me babe. Who knew that the big and bad Mark Tuan would be so compassionate and sweet towards little old me.” A snarky remark was at the back of his throat, but instead, a groan of lust came out as soon as you circled your tongue around the tip of his cock. His grip on your hair tightened as you encompassed the beginning of his penis with your mouth.

“Shit—shit, shit. Ah, so fucking good every single time. Y/n, ah just like that baby—y/n, y/n—“

“Y/n. Earth to y/n. Wake up—“

The not so gentle shaking of your shoulder broke you out of your deep sleep. Wait—that was a dream? It felt so real—you were seconds away from deepthroating him and you could actually feel him on your tongue. This wasn’t the first time you found yourself absentmindedly thinking about Mark in either a romantic or sexual light. This was probably the third time you’ve dreamt of him in the last week.

Each dream became more and more sexual to the point where you’d wake up with a tight and uncomfortable sensation in between your legs. You’d try to take a few minutes and wonder why you were dreaming about him—especially all of a sudden. You’ve known Mark for more years than you could count on both of your hands yet this was the first time he’s been clouding your thoughts and this worried you.

This was what you were afraid of when you agreed to tutoring him in the first place. Sure, it was only natural for him to appear in your mind since you’ve been spending so much time together. However, you were adamant on being nothing but platonic with him.

No matter how nice he’s been to you these last few weeks and how much effort he’s been putting in to his studies, he was still a fuckboy in your eyes. You might have agreed to being friends with him, but you still didn’t trust him completely. It was going to take more than just a few study sessions to really get to know Mark as more than just someone you were trying to help with passing college.

“Shit sorry. How long was I asleep for?”

He giggled at your now pink cheeks; it’s obvious you were flustered and not all quite there yet. Your eyes were still droopy and there was hair stuck all over your face. The older boy leaned over and brought some of your hair back behind your ear. He might have thought he was doing you a favor—but he was only making things worse. His fingers grazed ever so gently against your neck; causing chills to run down your spine. If you were to look in the mirror, you’d probably give tomatoes a run for their money.

“About ten minutes. But this is your second nap in the last hour so—“

“I fell asleep twice?! Why didn’t you tell me? Oh God, I’m so sorry. You should have woken me up! We’ve only been studying for a little over an hour—“

“You looked exhausted, and plus—you’re so adorable when you sleep.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment as your way of trying to prevent your cheeks from warming up even more than they already were. Mark has been throwing in compliments and cheeky pick up lines at least once throughout your sessions and it was as if he knew they were slowly breaking your cold facade and your attempts not to smile at his words. You tried your best not to show just how much his flirtatious remarks were making their way in to your heart and repeatedly played on and on in your mind.

When you weren’t with him—and even when you were together, Mark took up the entirety of your thought process and to your surprise, the feeling excited you more than it worried you like it would have weeks ago. It was only a matter of time that you’d end up falling for his charm; and you found yourself trying your best not to feel anything whenever you’d catch him stealing glances at you or whenever he would do something polite like pulling out your chair, carrying your things for you and opening the door for you. But it was impossible.

You’ve spent enough time with him both in class and outside of school to see the way he interacted with a lot of your classmates. Not once have you seen him talk to anyone other than you and his friends and you never really questioned it. You just assumed that he had a tight circle and didn’t believe in breaking outside of the six guys he was so familiar with.

Therefore, you wouldn’t really know how he was like towards other girls—then again, you weren’t sure you ever wanted to know. What did it matter to you? The two of you just became friends not too long ago. Before then, you saw Mark as someone you wanted no affiliation with at all. He was nothing but trouble, and you refused to be the next person on his list who he planned on ruining.

For all you knew, the way he was actions towards you in the last few days could have all been an act to get you to trust him—to lure you in to his trap and get you to fall for his endearing ways only to break your heart and humiliate you for the entire university to witness. However, you were confident that the kindness and friendliness Mark has been showing you was not fake nor did he have any ill intent.

He seemed to genuinely care about you even if you were just friends. It was in the little things; texting you encouraging words to get you through the day, purchasing you coffee and sometimes even meals as his way to show his gratitude, giving you his jacket to wear if he thought you were cold, asking you if you wanted to take a break—he would even pick you up from work if he was free against your many claims that you were fine with taking yourself to work.

Again, like the many gifts and purchases of food, he stated that this was his way of thanking you for your help and you finally came to terms with the fact that the only reason why you agreed was because you really liked spending time with him. Mark made you very happy—in fact, this was the most happy you’ve been in a while.

Nobody has ever made you feel so important; so protected and safe before and you could only hope that putting your trust in him and allowing the walls you’ve built so high to protect you from people like him wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass if he turned out to be exactly what you were afraid he was. You were broken out of your whirlwind of thoughts when you felt something cold and wet yet refreshing being rubbed under your eyelids and just above your nose. Mark began to roll something all along your face and out of instinct reaction, you whacked whatever it was from his hands.

“What the hell is that?” He shrugged indifferently and got up from his seat; picking the small tube off of the ground.

“It’s a peppermint roller. Whenever I feel tired or my nose is congested, I either rub it under my eyes to prevent me from falling asleep or I’ll smell it to open my nasal airways—“

You couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from your lips as he described exactly what that little stick was; but your heart began to flutter at the proximity now that he was leaning towards you, and because something about his sudden movement was so domestic and considerate in a way. It was cute and so was he. God, what did you get yourself in to?

“Oh. Well, thank you? Actually, it’s pretty—soothing? Where’d you get it from?”

“China. My family and I went to visit my grandparents a couple of months ago and since I’ve been using it from the time I was like eight I think, I stocked up on a lot of it. I can give you a few if you’d like. Can’t have you sleeping on me.”

You gave him a soft smile and nodded in agreement. It took every bone in your body not to make it obvious that you enjoyed how much he seemed to care about you. Only Mark Tuan could make your head spin by just offering to give you something of his.

“Hey, why don’t we call it a day on studying and go do something fun? There’s actually somewhere I want to take you.”

This peaked your interest, yet you found yourself giving him a knowing look. The older boy was notorious for trying to get out of studying. On multiple occasions, Mark would try and bribe you with food just so he could stop working on his assignments. Most of the time, you’d go along with whatever he’d ask of you only if he completed more than half of his work load.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like taking these breaks—and getting to spend any time with him outside of your tutoring sessions. You needed a break from school every now and then, even if it wasn’t you who was doing all the studying and catching up on assignments. He picked up your things and led the way to his car.

“Where are we going?”

To your dismay, you were left with silence as he opened your door and allowed you to get in. You had a feeling he wasn’t going to admit where he was taking you, so you just accepted it for what it was and just sat back while he drove. Like most of your drives together, he would put on a playlist while no words were shared.

Sometimes, you wondered why neither of you would start a conversation—when you were in the library or at a cafe while going over his notes or checking his work, the older boy would talk up a storm. You’d have to tell him to focus because he could talk to you for hours without getting any of his work done. But you liked it like this. You didn’t want to run out of topics to talk about with him in fear of losing him as a friend if he realized you were the definition of a boring person.

Plus, there were a lot of songs on his playlist that you particularly enjoyed. On your down time, you’d listen to some songs even when you weren’t around him and that’s the moment you accepted that your feelings for Mark were no longer just platonic. You began to mirror a lot of his movements; scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment, biting your lip when you were deep in thought, tapping your pencil on the table if you were bored—and you also took a liking to his preferences.

Mark had a positive influence on you which came as genuine shock seeing as you quickly assumed he was quite the party boy who wasted his money on drugs and alcohol. That might have been true before, but since you were spending almost every single hour of the day with him, you haven’t seen him drink or smoke even once. He was trying to change—to be a better person and it showed.

“Hey, we’re here.”

His gentle squeeze on your wrist as an attempt to break you out of your thoughts should have startled you, but the touch made you grin to yourself. Ever since the night you agreed to be friends, he started to be more physically interactive; he would poke your cheek, squeeze your nose, flick your forehead and even twist strands of your hair. Not once did you try to stop him—you genuinely enjoyed the skin ship.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it as to why you were such a big fan of feeling him graze his fingers along your arm or when he would brush some of your hair behind your ear. Maybe it’s because this was the first time in your entire life that you were interacting with a guy other than in class or when you were at work. Especially in such a personal and intimate way. Was it intimate though? The two of you were just friends. You had to stop thinking that he there was something more behind his ministrations because you were only setting yourself up for heartbreak.

But maybe you felt like this because it was Mark. One of the number one sought out boys on the entire campus and he decided to give up all his time to be with you. He didn’t really have much of a choice; his education completely depended on you and it was only a matter of time where he would realize he no longer needed to waste all of his time with you.

“The beach?” He nodded in excitement while he walked over to his trunk and pulled out a few things.

“Not just any beach though, this is my beach.”

“Your beach?”

“Mhm. No one ever comes here except me, so I’m assuming nobody knows about it.”

He laid out a blanket and motioned for you to sit down, taking his place right next to you as you got comfortable on the sand. You’ve been to the beach many times before; you loved the beach, but you’ve never been to one that nearly took your breath away. It was beautiful. The sky was a bright blue and so was the ocean.

The water was so clear, you could see the sand and there were a few palm trees. You closed your eyes and leaned backed; taking in the peaceful sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Mark chuckled at your extremely relaxed state—most of the time, you could be very stressed and tense whenever it came to school. He was happy to see you so calm and at ease.

He mentally have himself a high five for taking you here. The two of you sat in silence, just like you did back in the car but again, it was a peaceful and comforting silence. Just having him there—even if no words were being exchanged made your heart extremely happy.

Mark made your heart extremely happy.

“So, I’m taking it that you’re enjoying yourself?”

You turned over to face him and saw his cheesy grin, immediately tugging on your heartstrings. To be in such a beautiful place with an even more beautiful boy; it felt too good to be true. You wanted to spend however long you possibly could in that moment. Just you and Mark, away from everything. Away from the stress that came with education and work. Away from his air headed friends and the college life. Sure, he was just your friend and that was probably all he was ever going to be to you, but in the moment—he was all yours and you weren’t going to take it for granted.

“I do. The view is breathtaking.”

You were so focused on taking in your surroundings that you failed to notice that Mark’s attention was solely on you. He was currently looking at you as if you were the most beautiful and ethereal goddess to walk the earth and in his eyes, that’s exactly what you were.

“Sure is. Extremely breathtaking.”

“How long have you known about this place? How did you find it?”

“Well, one day, I got in to a fight with my parents and I just ran out of the house. I drove around for a couple of hours and I actually got lost, so I pulled in here to open up maps on my phone, but then I realized it was a beach and I went to go explore. It’s been about two years. I come here every time I need a break from life. It may not seem like it, but I do get overwhelmed and I just need some time by myself—away from all the negativity.”

“Oh, I see.”

He was now slouched, as if he was upset with the fact that he was revealing so much to you. Yet, his words were so sincere. It was hard to believe someone like Mark—someone you assumed had every single thing in his life that he could ever want went through hardships. He was good at hiding it, but then again; it’s the people you would least expect to go through suffering that suffer the most. This was the first time you’ve ever seen him so out of it—anything other than happy and it made your stomach sore. Mark always tried to cheer you up and bring joy in to your day, so seeing him so distraught wasn’t something you ever wanted to see.

“Are you—is life overwhelming you right now? I’m sorry if I’m a reason—I’ve been over working you and forcing you to study—“

“Don’t you dare even for one second think you are the reason for my distress. If I’m being honest—this is the first time I’ve been back to this beach in a while. A little over a month and a half to be exact. Ever since you came in to my life y/n, I’m so much more happy. I feel a lot more lighter in a sense. I love being around you and I love the effect you have on me. I’ve never brought anyone here before—not my friends, nor anyone in my family. You’re the first person and the only person I ever plan on taking here. You seemed out of it these last few days and I can tell you needed a well deserved break. You’re a full time student with a full time job and in your free time, you assist me with my education. I can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done and continue to do for me. You’re such an indescribably wonderful and otherworldly human being. You deserve so much more than what this world can give to you. You mean hell of a lot to me y/n and I—“

“Mark.”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widened in shock; as if they were about to pop out of his head yet he practically lunged forward and wasted no time connecting your lips together. As much as you wanted to lie yourself and say that you had no idea what had gotten in to you in that moment—asking if you could kiss him—it had been a long time coming. Hearing him say all those positive things about you, practically absentmindedly confirming that he did in fact see you as more than just a friend, hearing him tell you what you meant to him and that you deserved the entire world—you soon desired to be closer to him.

As close as possible. Hugging, cuddling, holding hands—nothing would be enough. You needed to feel his lips against yours. It was irrational on your part, but you no longer cared at this point. He didn’t have to confirm whether or not he had a crush on you, his actions spoke the words he failed to and you preferred it that way.

Although he was hesitant at first, he soon took over and brought one hand in to your hair as the other cupped your neck all but gently. He pressed his lips against yours rougher—licking and sucking on both your bottom and top lip and playfully swirling his tongue around yours. He consistently hummed against your mouth and made his way on top of your lap, his legs were on either side of yours.

The kiss got more passionate the longer the two of you continued and it came to a point where you didn’t even know how long you were kissing for. The desire—the thirst and even hunger to kiss Mark was too strong and you didn’t even care that you were practically breathless. He knew exactly what he was doing as his mouth melded so sweetly with yours.

However, to his dismay, you finally detached yourself from him in order to catch your breath and retrieve back some of your sanity. Your chest began to heaven as if you ran a marathon and instead of feeling any ounce of exhaustion, you were filled with so much energy. He placed his forehead against yours but not before placing a kiss on your cheek.

Never in a million years would you have ever thought you’d find yourself in this position; Mark hovering on top of your lap, his hair a mess because of how you were running your fingers through it, his lips raw and a shade of dark pink because of how much you nibbled on them. It was almost like your dream just a few hours ago—no wonder why it all felt so real.

Your conscience was foreshadowing what was to come and it was a bittersweet feeling. You wanted to continue kissing him; he had the prettiest lips you have ever seen on a guy. But you needed to talk with Mark before continuing any further. He might have responded in to the kiss and allowed it to turn in to a full blown make out session, but you weren’t completely sure what was going on in his head.

“Wow, y/n—I—wow. I can’t even speak. That was—fuck. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that for. I catch myself staring at your lips more than I’d like to admit, and I’ve even dreamt about finally feeling them against my own but nothing could compare to how perfect that was. Shit. Does this mean—“

You gave him a shy smile and hid your face in the crook of his neck; not wanting to heighten his ego any more than it already was. He laughed at how flustered you were and placed a kiss on your hair.

“I like you Mark.”

He began to tense up right as your confession fell from your lips. If someone were to tell you that Mark Tuan was going to get all shy once you told him that you harbored feelings for them, you’d laugh right in there face. He was the last person you would ever expect to see so speechless—especially because of you.

“You—you like me? Wait, seriously? You’re not kidding right?”

“Why would I lie about something like that? I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t see you in a romantic light. I’ve liked you for a while now Mark. I only accepted my feelings for you a solid three days ago—“

“Three days?! You mean I could have been kissing these sweet lips sooner?”

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes now that he was sporting the most adorable pout and stole a kiss from the corner of his mouth. “I didn’t know what you thought about me. I wanted to make sure we were on the same page before doing something I’d regret later—“

“I swear to God y/n I literally look at you like the sun shines out of your ass it doesn’t get much more real than that—“

“Keep interrupting me Tuan and that kiss was the last kiss you’ll ever get from me.” His sarcastic groan sounded off throughout the quiet beach—he tightened his grip on your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were now the one sitting on him.

“Fine, fine, but hurry up and say what you want to. I really need to kiss you.”

You placed your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his neck; now that you finally got to experience what it felt like being intimate with him, holding him and being held by him—feeling his lips meld perfectly against yours, you knew there was no turning back now. You were hooked on him like a drug and it was at the point that you would even consider yourself addicted.

“I mean, I had the tiniest hunch that you might’ve developed a little crush on me, but then again—I just assumed you were being nice. I didn’t think I was someone you would see yourself with. You and I come from two different social classes Mark. I’ve seen the girls who attend your parties and—well, there are quite a few girls that talked about their experiences with you and I’m nothing like them. So I just assumed all you would ever be to me was a friend and I was okay with that. I tried—I tried so hard to make myself immune to you. I was afraid of getting hurt. I tried to push you away and I apologize for being so hostile in the beginning, but you need to understand where I’m coming from. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I liked you. I’m happiest when I’m with you Mark. I always get so excited whenever we spend time together. Every single thing you do fills up my heart with so much joy. I’m putting my trust in you Mark. I want to believe that you’ll take good care of me. Please don’t make me regret my decision.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer to his body if it were even possible.

“You trust me? Wow. That’s just—I can’t even explain how elated I am to hear you say that. I will never take your trust for granted baby. I promise, I will do whatever I can to make sure you are always smiling. Fuck, you don’t understand what this means to me. I’m yours y/n, all yours. Those girls—they could never hold a candle to you. No girl could ever fill my tummy with butterflies the way that you do. All you do is say my name and it fills up my chest with so much warmth. You need to understand, I have never felt this way for anyone before. Not once in my entire life. I’ve um—I’ve actually had feelings for you since middle school, but we were never all that close so I didn’t say anything because I was afraid you would think I was weird. It was worth the wait though, it really was.”

He placed a wet kiss on your nose and smiled against your neck; probably trying his best to conceal just how happy he was to finally put his feelings for you out there. “You’re the most beautiful person I have the pleasure of knowing. Both on the inside and out. I’ll do whatever it is that you want me to okay? Wait, so um—does this mean—would you, will you be my girlfriend then?”

It was tempting; the word yes was on the tip of your tongue. There was nothing more you wanted than to agree to start a relationship with him. You were well aware that if any other girl were in your position, they would have thrown themselves at the opportunity without hesitation. But then again, you weren’t like most girls.

You weren’t judgmental; you were a firm believer in not judging anyone. However, a lot of the girls on your campus were the definition of easy. They would give themselves to all of the guys at your university that were pretty much eye candy. In more or less words, Mark and the rest of his friends. You wouldn’t be surprised if their body count together consisted 85% of the girls at your school. You on the other hand refused to give yourself to just anybody.

It was as if the only thing on the mind of most boys your age was sex. From the time you were old enough to understand the meaning of love and what it would be like to be in love, that’s all you wanted to experience. You wanted someone to be in love with you entirely; your mind, body, soul, personality, likes and dislikes, good days and bad days.

If you were to allow a man to ravish in just your body, you’d feel so insecure and empty knowing that he only wanted you in the time being to help him soothe his carnal urges. Although you didn’t think too highly of yourself when it came to your physical appearance, you were very secure with your mindset, work ethic and your personality.

You believed that you deserved someone who would love you the way you so generously love others. Not someone who would only call you when his dick was hard. That’s why you found yourself giving him a sad smile and his now disheartened facial expression sent a sore sensation to your stomach.

“I don’t know if you are aware of this, I’m sure you have your assumptions, but I’ve never been in a relationship before. So, I really don’t know how these things work. I think it would be best for us to take things slowly and let whatever happens, happen. If that’s okay with you.”

Once you confessed what was weighing so heavy on your mind, his posture immediately switched back to what it was right after you told him you liked him.

“Shit y/n, don’t scare me like that. I was thinking the worst, like, you were going to say that you don’t want to be in a relationship with me or something. There’s nothing wrong with that. I find it hard to believe though, I mean look at you. You’re literally everything that’s wonderful and extraordinary in a woman. Boys are stupid for not even trying to ask you out but I’m sure you have your reasons for being single. If I’m being honest, I’ve never been in a relationship either. Don’t give me that look baby, I’m being serious—“

“What about Leah in junior year?”

“That was just a fling. It only lasted about two months and even then, we only ever had—um—wait, how did you know about that? Somebody was paying some attention to me back in high school huh?”

He sent you a wink and nudged your shoulder playfully and you were quick to shove him back. Why did you have to open your mouth sometimes? This was only going to add fuel to his already large ego.

“Word spreads around school like wildfire Mark. It wasn’t as if I was purposely trying to see what was going on in your life. People talk—everywhere. I had Leah in pre-calculus. All she ever did was talk about how the two of you were together so don’t think you’re hot shit.”

He placed his face in the crook of your neck and left a few sloppy kisses there—the sensation went straight to your tummy, causing you to bite your lip as an attempt to conceal the large amount of glee you were currently experiencing.

“Well none of that matters okay? I’m serious, I don’t date. I’ve never dated anyone. I never used to believe in feelings, emotions and all that lovey dovey bullshit, but now I do and I want to experience it all with you. We will take it at your pace okay? Whatever you want. You need to be vocal about what’s working and what’s not okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I just want you to enjoy what’s blossoming between us. I’ll follow your lead okay? Are you hungry? What do you say we get out of here and go get something to eat? Maybe we can go to an arcade and play a couple of games. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”

You nodded vehemently, no longer caring if you seemed overly excited because you were. Your excitement and contentment was through the roof. He giggled at your enthusiasm and abruptly got up, not being able to wait a second longer to go to your next location.

Mark was sure that if anyone were to tell him that he’d be here with you, sharing passionate and fleeting kissing, holding you protectively on his lap, watching the waves crash on to the shore, stealing glances and hearing you laugh at his nonsense jokes, he probably would have punched them in the face in disbelief. The probability of you reciprocating the same feelings that he held for you was almost laughable.

There was no way you, the girl he’s been crushing on for more than half his life—the girl who had every trait and quality he was looking for in a significant other, the girl he was willing to drop all of his friends and stop his toxic ways; the drinking, the smoking and ditching school, none of that mattered to him anymore now that he had you.

Hell, it never really did matter to him and it took you to come in to his life in order for him to realize that all the negative things in his life was his coping mechanism for how shitty the world really was. Since he was always considered “popular” since high school, he never knew anything other than the attention he received on a daily basis and he was afraid of what his world would be like if he were to give that all up. Every moment spent with you—in this last month an a half was the best time he’s had in his twenty-three years on earth.

There was nothing more amazing to him than you, and he was going to make sure nothing was going to get in the way of that. You and Mark made your way to his favorite diner which was also an arcade just ten minutes away from the beach. He raved about their food and claimed that their games were so much better than most of the arcades in the area.

In fact, once you both arrived, there were quite a few people waiting to be seated so he put his name down and brought you upstairs to where all the games were located. His hand sneakily intertwined with yours and you surprised him by squeezing his hand and bringing it up to your lips, placing a kiss behind it. It might have been dim in the arcade, but you could still see the pink on his cheeks from your ministration and it brought warmth to your own cheeks.

“Okay, how about this, if you can win me a toy from the crane machine, I’ll be your girlfriend—“

Before you could even finish your sentence, Mark made a beeline to the two crane machines and took out his game card; swiping it roughly to the point where he had to swipe it a few times since it wasn’t going through.

“Get ready to call me your boyfriend y/n, I’m a professional at this. One time, I brought my nieces here and I won all three of them prizes. You’re mine baby.”

You don’t know what it was; hearing about him talking about his nieces made you smirk—you wondered what kind of uncle he was. Learning more and more about him only sparked your interest in the kind of person he was in front of his family. To his friends, he was this cool play boy that could get anyone he wanted. To the many girls at your school, he was sex on legs and to you, he was this dorky, procrastinating, silly yet patient, courageous, gentle and extremely generous being. It made you wonder what he was like around the people that he loved.

“Is there one you want in particular?”

You began to scan throughout all of the plush dolls. They were all so cute and you didn’t know which one to pick. That was until you saw the mini dumbo figure all the way in the far left corner.

“Dumbo, I want dumbo.”

“Sounds good. I just need a kiss on the lips for good luck.”

You did as you were told, tip-toeing in order to steal a kiss from the corner of his mouth and moved slightly to give him more room. He began to move the control all the way toward the doll and pressed it so that the claw sank down in the bunch of toys. He cockily turned to face you and winked—assuming he picked up the doll. However, his mood was quick to change once you let out a small little giggle.

“Okay, so I didn’t get it. It was only the first try. It takes time y/n but I’m going to get you that damn doll even if it takes me all night to do so.”

Try after try, round after round, Mark failed to pick up dumbo let alone any doll for that matter. You had to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing at his many failed attempts, but you began to look at him in adoration. It was obvious that he really wanted to call you his. Most guys would have given up after the first few tries but here he was on this twenty-fifth time and over thirty dollars later, still trying to capture the doll.

“Mark, hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to get it. I can always buy one at the store, don’t waste your money—“

“It’s not that y/n. I couldn’t care less about how much I spend. I just really want to win. I want to be with you—“

You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. He didn’t put much effort in to the kiss and you felt it was because he was disappointed in himself for being so confident only to fail miserably. You could only hope that your next words could break him out of his moody funk.

“I’m all yours baby.”

Seeing his award winning smile before he roughly picked you up and swung you around made you return the same expression. You were no longer scared anymore. It might have only been a little over a month since you and Mark began to spend time together, but deep down you knew your heart belonged to the beautiful boy in front of you. He was the one you were willing to give yourself to.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m so happy, I can’t wait to start taking you out on more dates and getting to kiss you all the time. I’m so fucking excited I don’t think you understand just how over the moon I am right now. God, I know I said I would stay here all night but I didn’t think I’d mean it. That game is fucking rigged I call bullshit—“

“Let me try.”

He gave you a look of curiosity but didn’t say anything as he swiped his card and made room for you. You looked on either side of the machine to make sure the claw lined up with dumbo before releasing it. The look of pure shock and jealousy as the claw picked up your plush without effort caused you to let out a loud snicker.

“What the fuck? Okay, yeah this game is definitely rigged how the hell did you do that?”

“What can I say? I’m a professional.”

He caught on to your mocking and pulled you close to him—tickling your sides to get a reaction out of you and to get you to stop gloating. He already felt like a bad boyfriend for not being able to do something so simple. So he felt even worse seeing you get it on your first try. He was really going to need to put more effort in to impressing you.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I helped you get it there—“

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night—“

“Mark? Hey man, what are you doing here? Oh, y/n, hey! Fancy seeing you guys tonight.”

If only he was facing you, you would have been able to witness how Mark’s face dropped at the sight of his younger friend. It’s as if his blood went cold and his stomach dropped watching Yugyeom walk over to the two of you. In his many years of knowing him, Yugyeom was such a loyal and timid human being.

In fact, he was one of Mark’s favorites within their group. He never caused the older boy trouble in any way and did whatever was asked of him. This entire bet however made him realize that Yugyeom wasn’t exactly who he thought he was. Or he changed in to the person he would have never thought Yugyeom was capable of being.

He’s been trying his best to avoid the younger boy; he no longer attended any of their parties and he snuck away to meet up with you before anyone could find out where he was going. He also hasn’t been responding to his invites or text messages mainly because he was extremely pissed off with himself for agreeing to the bet in the first place. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t have agreed.

That was the old Mark who said yes. The old Mark was the one who wanted to win the bet. The new Mark, your Mark, the Mark that was head over heels in love with you—he no longer wanted any part of that anymore but he was afraid of what Yugyeom was capable of if he did so happen call them entire thing off.

“Hey. Is it just the two of you?” Jackson nodded his head towards Mark and then to you in acknowledgment before Yugyeom shook his head in disagreement.

“Nah, we’re all here. Everyone else is downstairs waiting. Jackson wanted to come see the prizes. We actually invited you, but you didn’t respond so we just assumed you were busy. Are you guys on a date right now?”

For some reason, something didn’t feel right. You never really saw Mark this agitated or tense around his friends. Normally he was always a free spirit around them. He was a happy-go-lucky type of person, so it made you wonder if something happened but you weren’t going to force him to tell you if something in fact did happen between them. He might have been your boyfriend now, but you respected his boundaries.

“We—we um—we just needed a break from studying.”

“Cool! Say, y/n, would it be okay if I stole Mark away for a few minutes. I just have to ask him something. You don’t mind, do you?”

Mark turned to gaze at you and gave you a look that said something on the lines of don’t do it. However, you didn’t want to be rude. A part of you felt bothered that Mark didn’t confirm the fact that you were technically on a date but then again, you wouldn’t want them knowing you and Mark decided to start a relationship. It wasn’t any of your business and you knew shit would be the fan if any of them were to get involved.

“No, go ahead.”

Mark released a frustrated sigh—only loud enough for you to hear and you watched as Yugyeom brought him towards the elevators. You could tell he was probably annoyed with the fact that the two of you were rudely interrupted and even more so because Yugyeom was taking him away from you. Jackson gave you an awkward smile before placing his hands in his pockets.

Just like you did with Mark, you considered Jackson to be pretty attractive back in high school. He was a little more outgoing and outspoken than your boyfriend was. However, you never batted an eye at him much like you didn’t with your boyfriend. In your eyes, the boy standing in front of you was just as much of a fuckboy as you considered Mark to be.

Seeing him so embarrassed in front of you though kind of made you confused. Whether or not he caught on to the fact that you and Mark were a thing—you would have expected a snarky remark but you were left with nothing. As Yugyeom guided Mark to whatever secluded area he was taking him, there were scenarios popping in to his mind.

He was afraid that Yugyeom was going to open his big mouth about the bet and even more afraid that it was going to get you to change the way you looked at him. Mark refused to lose you before the two of you could really do anything together as a couple and he would rather let something bad happen to him than to let Yugyeom get in the way of the relationship that was developing between the two of you.

“Ayyyy, Markie boy. I see you’re practicing early huh. So you guys are a thing? I fucking knew it man, congrats. She’s one of the hottest girls on the entire campus—“

“What do you want Yugyeom?” The arrogant boy put his hands up and feigned innocence, but Mark could tell by his stupid grin that he was up to no good.

“There’s a party at BamBam’s parent’s house on Friday. I know you didn’t forget about our little bet.”

“Look yugyeom, about that—“

“No way, you’re trying to get out of it aren’t you? I never thought I’d see the day where Mark Tuan is willing to give up his reputation for a girl. Not just any girl, sweet y/n. What, is her pussy magical or something? Does she swallow? I get it, she’s beautiful and extremely smart, but what’s so good about her? There must be something else about her that you like. She must be pretty special if she got you to give up your reputation. Maybe I should get a taste of her—“

“You touch her and I fucking end you Kim Yugyeom you hear me?”

This was the first time he’s ever wanted to sock his friend in the face but it wasn’t his fault. Yugyeom knew exactly what he was doing. What was his problem? What had gotten in to him? Why did it seem like the way he was acting went beyond just a simple bet? Hearing him talk about you in such a degrading way made his blood boil. Mark couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt in his gut that something wasn’t right.

“Ooooh, I’m so scared. Y/n is too much of a prissy bitch. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that she’s still a virgin. As much as I wouldn’t mind being the one to break her innocence, I like my girls experienced. Listen here Mark, I’d be careful if I were you. I know we’re friends, so you should know me better than anyone. I don’t think she’d be too happy if she found out this was all an act. Should I tell her she’s only worth $100–“

“You’re a fucking asshole you know that?”

Mark tried to think about what he could have done to piss the younger boy off to get him to act this way but he came up short. There was nothing. No legitimate reason as to why Yugyeom was being so hostile towards him. If anything, he was the nicest one out of their group of friends towards him. He gave Yugyeom rides every now and then, he’d buy him food and he was just very generous and kind when it came to him. What could Mark have done for Yugyeom to try and manipulate your relationship?

“Proud of it man. If you know what’s best for you, I’ll see you both at the party on Friday. Enjoy the rest of your night bro.”

What the hell did he get himself in to?

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #mark tuan imagines #got7 #got7 mark

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once-upon-a-scenario · 4 years

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Kamaboko Trio as First Loves/highschool(?) sweethearts: Modern AU HCs

Will probably do these for Kanao and Genya too at some point! :D I’m working on Part 3 of the Icarus series right now and the plot I have planned for it is so firmly angsty that I decided I need to write some fluff to balance things out lol

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Tanjiro:

-he’s the epitome of Childhood Sweetheart

-the small town boy from a big family who you’ve known since grade school, with his big, bright eyes and sunny smile

-the moment you first meet him, you know: you’re going to be such good friends.

-(is there any way not to be friends with a kid so utterly, purely nice?)

-your relationship is composed of a thousand different inside jokes, avoiding Tomioka-sensei’s keen eyes, warm summer days at the old playground, one of you falling over and scraping a knee before the other pulls them up and both come up laughing, in the end -you remember the gruesome story behind every one of his scars (and this is when he got overenthusiastic while during parkour and literally charged into a wall...we thought he was dying!) and he probably has a record of every embarrasing thing you ever did as a kid (remember when you called Shinazugawa-sensei ‘‘dad’‘? Remember when you got dared to eat a worm and Kocho-sensei saw you?) -(though Tanjiro is too sweet to do anything mean about it; rather, he just pokes your cheek and laughs delightedly about what a cute kid you were)

-and you hang out with him for so long and so often that it takes you, perhaps, a ridiculously long time to realize:

-you like hanging out with him

-you really like hanging out with him

-and you both dance around each other about it, impossibly shy, a little scared

-(you’re supposed to be friends, right? Not…whatever this is.)

-but when you’re walking back home together under the golden glow of the afternoon sun and you screw your courage up to the breaking point

-(hey, does he want to hang out with you? As, well. Your boyfriend?)

-he flushes and laughs in a way that sounds more pleased than amused and he says, to your great relief,

-he’d love to!

-and things don’t really change, not quite. You still run from Tomioka-sensei together and you still have your inside jokes. You still visit the old playground.

-but nowadays you hold hands, shyly brushing fingers at first until you catch each other’s eyes and just laugh sheepishly, faces warm

-how long have you known each other, anyway?

-things are clumsy and slow going, but Tanjiro is sweet and he offers you homemade bread from his family’s bakery and if anything is ever awkward, it’s only in that deliciously new way that you know just means that you’re learning -sometimes you visit your old haunts together, like the clubhouse you built in the woods as children and kept secret from everybody except Tanjiro’s little sister, Nezuko. Other times you go for long walks around the neighborhood, pointing out things that are changing, things that look exactly the same as they did when you were little, things that are brand new

-friends who have known both of you since you were little tend to tease you, and you wonder if you’ll ever stop hearing the I told you so! I told you they were going to get together at some point! -even your teachers seem to smile indulgently when they spot you walking around hand in hand. You ask Tanjiro if he thinks they’ve always known, too, and he grins, cheeks tinged pink -he always thought he was being kind of obvious about it, you know? -(as he bumps his forehead playfully against yours, you hope you’ll always get to hang out with him.)

Zenitsu:

-he’s the kid you don’t really know all that well, yet know all too much about

-the loud, kinda wimpy kid who’s always in your class, one way or another

-the biggest reason you remember him is simply because of how loud he is, and also because of that one incident when he had a fit of terror at the local haunted house and proceeded to charge straight through a wall, taking most of the props with him (you don’t think anybody ever really forgot that incident.)

-and you keep having trivial clashes over trivial things; whether or not a popular kid is going to notice you, whether or not a girl is going to give him the time of day, whether or not the current blockbuster film is worth watching or not, team Iron Man vs. team Captain America...until you actually know him better than you ever exactly wanted to. He probably feels the same. -it gets to the point where it’s almost comfortable to grouse at each other about things

-and right on the heels of this, you catch yourself having a strange sort of thought:

-huh. Never noticed he was cute before.

-which is a disgusting idea that you immediately banish from your mind (really? Agatsuma Zenitsu, of all people? Your first actual crush?)

-but then, he stumbles up to you after school one day with the look of a person who’s fully prepared to die with no regrets

-and begins a long, rambling, mildly frustrated speech

-about how much he actually likes you and do you know how inconvenient and embarrassing that is but nOT that you’re embarrassing, just that he’s;;

-but ugh this entire conversation is just very weird and will you or will you not go grab ice cream with him this Sunday that’s all he wanted to know

-and just so you’re sure it’s NOT platonic ice cream

-(...perhaps against your better judgement, you feel ridiculously happy and say yes.)

-dating Zenitsu is supremely awkward; for all his boasting, he’s just as inexperienced as you are. He spills ice cream on you on your first ‘’’date’’ and proceeds to have a meltdown until you convince (with equal awkwardness) that no, it’s not the apocalypse and you don’t hate him

-holding hands is an Experience. Both parties get incredibly embarrassed. Neither can admit that they are. Zenitsu blames you for...making it impossible for him to fall out love, which is ridiculous but also makes your face very hot -you get caught in the rain on one date and he panicks, offering to dry you off with his equally soaked jacket until both of you stare at each other for a solid ten seconds and then burst out laughing, realizing how silly you must look

-this relationship is a lesson, of sorts, and you never stop bickering, not really; it’s just that you learn to smooth out the creases, to fight and make up and apologize and compromise, and Zenitsu can be a fool and you can be just as stupid sometimes. But that’s part of the charm of it, too. You learn to be partners, and you learn to laugh about things in a way that makes the entire world a lot less menacing when you’re together.

Inosuke: -he appears very randomly in your life as a teenager and...sticks.

-he’s a weird sort of kid, honestly. Very loud, very brash, not the best at academics but superhuman in P.E, though Tomioka-sensei looks twice as tired as he usually does whenever Inosuke barges into the gym

-and he owns a motorcycle, you’re pretty sure. One with a huge boar scrawled on the side of it (or at least, you think it’s a boar)

-personally, you’re kind of curious. He might be loud in school, but he always walks home alone

-and hey; he could probably use a friend, if he wants one -so you sit yourself down next to him one day, in the empty seat that usually isn’t occupied, and introduce yourself. He looks taken aback and a little irritated at first, but then demands that you stay when you ask if you should sit somewhere else

-ultimately, he seems strangely pleased to have someone listening when he rants about being the Strongest and You Weaklings Can’t Take Me

-he later shows you his motorcycle with the air of a five year old kid showing off a picture for the fridge, and makes you hold tight while he takes you for rides around town, asking you about everything he sees; oi, what’s that sign over there mean? What about that big red building? Where’s your house? Is it that one? Looks weird.

-you help him with studying, sometimes, though he’s more prone to throwing potato chips at your head than actually reading his textbooks

-and honestly he’s still really really weird

-but you like him, you decide. He’s incredibly hotheaded and doesn’t have much restraint, but otherwise, he’s not bad. He can even be nice when he puts his mind to it

-and he’s very strange about it, but you think he likes you too, in his own way. He still doesn’t seem to mind that you sit next to him in class, and he’s recently begun to remember your name

-one day, on another cruise on the back of his bike, you decide to take the plunge; if only because you think things are never going to move forward otherwise

-do you have a crush on anyone?

-don’t know what the hell that is, he tells you. ‘s kinda weird. Isn’t it the thing where you hold hands and kiss and stuff? Monitsu always wants to do stuff like that. Gross.

-he guesses he wouldn’t mind holding your hand, though, even if it’s still kind of stupid. And he likes riding his bike with you. Actually, come to think of it, you should go eat tempura together tomorrow. He could totally eat ten times more tempura than you. You’ve got no chance of winning! So you gotta come and see how great he is and how he’s going to beat you, ok?

-and that is, you realize, about as close to a confession in Inosuke-language as you are ever going to get. As you laugh and promise you will, you decide you don’t mind.

#kimetsu no yaiba #Kamado Tanjiro #Kamado Tanjiro x reader #Tanjiro x reader #Agatsuma Zenitsu #Agatsuma Zenitsu x reader #Zenitsu x reader #Hashibira Inosuke #Hashibira Inosuke x reader #Inosuke x reader #reader insert #headcanons #Kamaboko trio #Mod Eve

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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All’s not lost

Character: Iizuna x reader

*Little angsty BUT IT’S ULTIMATELY FLUFF!!*

Warning: Blood (from injury), mentions of injuries, Haikyu manga spoilers (Itatchiyama vs Inubushi), mentions of feeling insecure/not good enough ,Sakusa and Komori being bRaTs.

**In the beginning of this, Komori and Sakusa are first years and reader and Iizuna are second years. HENCE, Iizuna is the team setter, but not the team captain yet.**

You sighed, frustratedly running your fingers through your hair. “I am so sorry. I warned you they’d be a handful.” You apologized to the teams setter, Iizuna Tsukasa, as you turned around to glare at the culprits. Your younger brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and you guys’ cousin, Komori Motoya. “Kiyoomi, stop being a brat.” He huffed as he looked away from you, Komori just snickered beside him, “And Motoya, stop encouraging him!” Komori looked up in (feigned) shock. “Hey! I didn’t encourage him, He just did it.” You rolled your eyes, “Fine, stop enabling him.” He laughed as he ran off to go practice volleyball, Sakusa not far behind him. You shook your head as you turned back around to be face to face with the setter. “I really am sorry…You’d think with them being in high school they would be past needing 24/7 adult supervision, apparently not.” You and him just laughed, him waving off your apology. “It’s fine, really. But, uh, could you tell me where the first aid kit is kept…?” Tilting your head a bit in confusion you looked at him, and then blood came running down his face…

*Five minutes earlier…*

“It’s not that I’m doubting you, it’s just I don’t think you can do it.” Sakusa glared at his cousin. Just a little bit ago the two had been having an argument. Komori didn’t think Sakusa could spike left handed, Sakusa said he could…So anyways here they were. Komori was acting as setter and Sakusa, as spiker. After many, many minutes, Sakusa nailed one…except it was much more powerful than he had intended…and instead of the court being it’s final destination, Iizuna’s face took the brunt of the blow. Luckily you, Itatchiyama’s second year manager, had been heading into the gym to collect the rugrats you called family when you witnessed the teams setter go down.

*Now back to present time, in the club room*

“Here, go ahead and sit down. I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit.” He nodded as he took a seat in the chair you had pulled over for him. You came back over to him with the kit in hand. “Hold this to your nose, it’s still bleeding…” He nodded as he took the gauze, holding it to his still bleeding nose. You looked for an ice pack, once you found one you brought it to his now bruising cheek. He winced a little as you placed it on his face but got used to it. “You didn’t have to do this…” You smiled as you shook your head. “It’s fine…it was my idiots that did it anyway so it’s the least I can do.” You both kind of sat there in a sort of silence. You had known each other for over a year now, and you guys were friends, but you weren’t super close. Unbeknownst to the two of you, you had both developed little (okay maybe not *little*) crushes on each other. “…Does it hurt?” Iizuna snapped his gaze back to yours, which he now realized was quite close to his face. He short circuited for a second before remembering you had asked him a question. “U-um not too bad. Thank you…” You smiled as you gently cupped his face, tilting his head gently side to side to check for any other injuries you may have missed. You paused before letting go of him when you realized you were still cupping his face. “D-don’t worry about it…anytime.” You gave him one last smile before you stood up, him doing the same when he saw the blood had stopped gushing out of his nose.

That was second year. Fast forward to third year, it is now the time of the nationals. Today was the day of the quarterfinals, and Itatchiyama is playing against Inubushi East High. You guys had just called a time out, you gave some members their water bottles and towel before walking over to Iizuna. Handing him the bottle he nodded and said a quick ‘thank you’ before gulping the water down. They had just finished the first set; winning it of course, honestly the game was looking pretty good for Itatchiyama. You’ve known Iizuna for a good three years now, so you knew when something was on his mind. “Iizuna, you okay? You look like something’s on your mind..” He looked at you, a bit startled you had noticed. He sighed and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck; something you noticed he did when he was nervous. “I don’t know, I just feel a bit…nervous? I mean, sure we won the first set but, I don’t know something just feels off…” You nodded, “All you can really do is your best, just make sure you do what you’re supposed to and what happens will happen. But, that said I’m sure you’ll do great…you always do.” You gave him a sweet smile, and he gave you one back. The whistle blew, signaling the break was over and it was time to get back on the court. He turned around, “Iizuna!” He turned back towards you. You took a step forward and kissed his cheek, “Do your best…” He had a shocked look on his face before it transformed into a goofy smile, “If we win this, can I have a real one?” You laughed, “Just get on the court you dork!” Laughing he made his way to the court, lightly slapping a giggling Komori upside the head as he reclaimed his spot in the front row. They continued on with the game and it was now just under halfway through the second set; the score was 14:12 in Itatchiyama’s favor. All was going great until, “Stop the game! Iizuna went down!” Hearing his name you shot up, frantically looking towards the court you saw Iizuna on the ground holding his ankle. You and coach rushed towards the court, each of you grabbing one of his arms and leading him off to the sidelines where medics were waiting for him. After Iizuna was escorted to the infirmary and Itatchiyama had subbed in their back up setter, you returned to your place at the bench, a sick feeling sitting in your stomach. 27:29…Itatchiyama had lost. You started to pack up as the boys returned to the locker room. That brings us to now, the team was all sitting In the room they had been given in the stadium, minus one that is. After the game (which Iizuna had eventually returned to) you hadn’t been able to talk to Iizuna, and when you realized the captain was missing you exited the room and went looking for him. You turned a corner just to see him sitting on a bench, head in his hands as he tried to gather his thoughts. “…Iizuna…?” He looked up to see you, a concerned expression on your face as you looked at him. “I thought you were with the team?” You shook your head, making your way towards him. “I was, but, I haven’t seen you since the game ended…and having known you for as long as I have, I had a feeling you’d be somewhere alone blaming yourself for what happened.” He stayed silent. “Tsukasa…” He looked up at you again, You knelt down in front of him. “…It wasn’t your fault. Not as the setter, definitely not as the captain. You didn’t let your team down, and you definitely didn’t let me down. What happened was a terrible accident, they happen. But blaming yourself isn’t going to change what did happen…I’m proud of you Tsukasa…” Charged by the surge of emotions going through him he threw himself at you, wrapping you tightly in his arms as tears started going down both of your faces. “I just- I feel so helpless! I tried so hard, worked so hard. We all did! A-AND, I just. I don’t know Y/n. I don’t feel good enough- I’m not good enough for the team, for you-“ Done with hearing his self deprecation you slightly pulled away from the hug, holding his face and looking him in the eyes. “Don’t. Don’t say that. You are more than enough, for the team, for volleyball, I mean- you’re the number 1 setter and for good reason! And if anything you’re too good for me!” You lightly laughed as you wiped some tears from your eyes with your right hand, Iizuna laughing and leaning into your left hand, which remained on his cheek. “…fine, we’re BOTH losers…” You laughed at his comment, happy the normal Iizuna was making an appearance. “Shut up!” You smiled as you looked into his eyes, both of you feeling a little bit better. “It sucks that we lost…but there’s something else I’m more upset about not getting…” You raised your eyebrow in question (and suspicion) while he gave you an amused lop sided smile. He leaned in closer, putting his forehead against yours. You smiled, trying to hide the way your heart beat had immediately sped up, and hoping he didn’t notice how hot your face had gotten. “Oh…? What would that be?” He chuckled, “You know.” You attempted to stop the sea of emotions that started to flood your senses, but with the love of your life this close and being an absolute flirt?! HOW COULD YOU BE CALM?!!? He flicked his gaze down to your lips before his intense stare met yours. “…I know I didn’t win…but could you bend the rules just this once and let me kiss you?” You nodded and he wasted no time in tilting his head and connecting his lips to yours. The kiss was…sweet. It was soft, kind everything you had imagined it would be like to kiss the Tsukasa Iizuna. Parting he returned his forehead to yours, “I like you, Y/n…I really like you, and I get it if you don’t like me back-“ You shook your head with a smile, “I like you too Tsukasa…” He smiled, “Then is it safe to say you’d go out with me?” You laughed, “Yeah, I think so.” You both sat there for a while, enjoying basking in the presence of your new relationship, and because he couldn’t get up. “…Can I kiss you again?” You nodded and he once again placed his lips on yours, just as things were getting good you were both interrupted by a very distinct ‘Ew’ and ‘Get it captain!’ Disconnecting your lips from his your eyes widened as Iizuna groaned. Peering around the corner was the two gremlins themselves; Sakusa and Komori. An irk mark appeared on Iizuna’s face while you laughed. Sensing the oncoming danger Komori gave a little wave and a ‘Have fun~ But not too much fun~’ before he skipped away, a still grossed out Sakusa following behind him. “Sorry about them. But, you might as well get used to it, I have a feeling that will be happening a lot.” He sighed but ultimately chuckled, moving his head to rest on your shoulder. “So long as my dream girl is there with me, I don’t even care.” Today might not have been the best. They lost the match and Iizuna had sprained his ankle. But he couldn’t deny that today had been one of the best, because he had finally confessed his feelings to the girl he’d been crushing on since first year.

#iizuna x reader #iizuna tsukasa #tsukasa iizuna #Haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hq oneshots #haikyuufanfiction #itatchiyama #y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #komori motoya #angst to fluff

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ironmansuuucks · 4 years

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Coffee, just how you like it

this is just a little angsty, smutty, fluffy fic for dewey finn x reader ! Dewey has a bad day and reader accidentally snaps at him after he keeps her up. happy in the end though hehe (your warnings are: smut, angsty, mentions of panic attack)

Dewey Finn x Reader

Swinging open the door after a long night of being out for dinner and a few drinks with your friends and seeing Dewey, your loving, sweet boyfriend of 4 years, holding a mug of coffee in his hands, stretching it out for you was enough to make your heart melt on the spot. His brown, soft curls slightly dishevelled and his cheeks dawned a sweet pink colour as he stood there, in the dim lighting of the kitchen, in his favourite grey sweatpants and Black Sabbath t-shirt waiting for you to come home. “I made you a cup of coffee.. with the right amount of sugar.. j-just how you like it” he smiled sweetly, happy to finally have you home. You smiled at the gesture and took the mug off of him, kissing him on the cheek then setting the mug on the counter.

“aw I’m absolutely exhausted Dew” you whined taking off your shoes. Dewey stood in the same place and fidgeted with the string from the waistband of his sweatpants, “yeah you’ve had a long day, tha-that’s why I made you the coffee.. for your head”. You flung your shoes over next to the door and headed towards the shower “honestly it’s been such a week, I just can’t wait to go to bed”. Dewey looked at the coffee he made you, left on the counter and his smile faded slowly. His entire face dropping to a solemn stature. Cheeks and eyebrows falling. “yeah, I know what you mean” he shouted through to you, then let out a small, quiet sigh. Dewey looked around the kitchen, as if he was looking for something, or someone as he stood in the same spot. Again he let out a little sigh. His eyes heavy and sparkling at the same time. Not an ounce of happy sparkled out those eyes though. They were just full of troubled water.

*****

Your feet were stinging from wearing those heels all night. You couldn’t even get drunk because you were so tired from a full day at work. The water felt hot. Stinging. Relaxing your muscles. You washed your hair as quickly as you could and got out. You rubbed your eyes from tiredness as you turned off the light of the bathroom and stepped out into your bedroom. Dewey wasn’t in bed, like you were expecting him to be. The covers untouched and cold looking. The room was still cold from the window being left open and the room was still in darkness. It was 23:30. You could still see the living room light flooding into the room from the door being cracked open. You huffed and turned on your bedside light, shivering as you went to close the window, which was never usually left open, and went to find him.

Your bare feet slapped against the stone tiled floor and you folded your arms over your tank top being absolutely freezing. Your wet hair wasn’t making you any warmer. The water pittering on to the floor. Dewey was standing over at the window in the living room. That window also being open. Your eyes were tired and all you could think about was sleep. Dewey was holding his coffee cup in one hand and the other hand was holding open the window. The moonlight illuminating his figure, making his hair shine, casting shadows all over his face. “Dewey? What are you doing?” you stayed at the other end of the room, shivering from the cold air of the night, filling every space. Dewey didn’t look over at you. “Remember we used to always stand here and look at the stars?”. You continued to look at him, confused and not moving. “it just makes you feel so small. So insignificant. So… alone” he continued. you sighed “yeah that’s why we don’t do it anymore”. You didn’t realise how cold you were now being. “that and because its fucking freezing Dew” you went and moved his hand, closing the window swiftly then heading back towards the bedroom. “can you finish that mug and then can you please come to bed? I’m so tired and just really want a cuddle” you pleaded, turning round and pouting towards him. Dewey nodded. Pursing his lips with an emotionless expression, “yep”. He didn’t want you to go to bed yet. He knew once you went to sleep he would be alone again. Alone with his thoughts again.

*****

The room was still ice cold, but Dewey’s body pressed against your own was the perfect balance of heat and the cold air; your face snuggled into his chest, his arms holding you, running up and down your back, legs a tangled mess. But his breathing was heavy, and speedier than normal. You bent your head up to kiss him to which he complied. Burying your head back down you yawned, “night Dewey, I love y-“ you were cut off “how do you think the universe was created?”. Your eyes pinged open. What? “I have no idea. That’s definitely a question for the morning after coffee” you chuckled. Dewey sighed. You relaxed into him again and snuggled your face into his t-shirt, drowning yourself in his smell. Drifting, and drfiti-

“okay but realistically how many kids do you want?”. Again your eyes pinged open. You separated from him a little and looked into his eyes. They were big; and sparkling and staring at you. “what?” you questioned. Your face puzzled. Dewey intertwined his fingers with yours “because I think I want three. Two boys and a girl.. no two girls and a boy, yeah”. You pulled his hand towards you and kissed his knuckles, listening to him go on.

This is how it went for a little while. You talked about a lot of things. How many kids you both wanted, names you both liked, what your bucket list consisted of. Dewey was being enthusiastic for 1 in the morning and you could almost match him. That was until your eyes began to grow heavy again. yawning, you slung your arm and leg over him and closed your eyes, listening to him go on about why it would be best to have Christmas at your parents house this year. “because I mean your folks have the dogs and that’s the better pla-“ he gradually came to a halt when he felt your breathing slow down to little pace. He looked over at your eyes, no longer looking at him in awe anymore. Dewey’s pace picked up. His breathing getting a little faster, realising he was alone.

Dewey shifted in bed so that we was facing you again, hoping the movement would wake you up, but it didn’t. He traced his hand up and down your sides but you still didn’t stir. Dewey thought for a minute before he continued. He began to kiss your jaw, all the way down your neck. You moaned a little bit in your sleep. Dewey bit you harder just above your collar bone which made you jerk awake slightly “ow”. “sorry” he said muffled, making his way back up to your mouth. “Dewey, what are you doing?” you questioned as you felt his hand begin to pull down the straps of you tank top, exposing your breasts. “what does it look like?” he replied sarcastically. “well duuh, I mean why? Why now?”. Dewey kissed you, lovingly on your lips “don’t want you to fall asleep”. You kissed him back, dragging your arms up to rest on his shoulders, enjoying the cute little spontaneous make out session. Dewey shifted to lay over you, between your legs. He continued to kiss you and one of his hands began to pull down your shorts. Your eyes were still heavy and sleep was dazing over you. It was all so soft, and warm and sensual. Dewey moved his hand to glide up your waist slowly to your under boob, stroking the skin there. “dew I’m pretty tired I don’t know if I can be bothe-“ you were cut off by your own moaning as you felt Dewey swiftly insert his finger into you with no warning. It glided in and out a few times before he mumbled against your mouth “mm this okay?”, his finger slowed as if he was going to stop before you hummed, “yeah Dew don’t stop”. He smiled against your mouth as he delicately joined his two fingers together, making your body roll against his own. He chuckled lightly at how your body moved with his, so rhythmically.

Dewey’s fingers were doing the job sweetly but you needed more. “give it to me dew” you moaned into his shoulder, biting down. Dewey wasn’t in the mood and the room suddenly felt too hot, and stuffy. He just wanted to keep you awake. He was really not in the right mood so he pretended not to hear you and moved his fingers to push into you more at a rougher rate. You were too drunk on the feeling of him to try and protest too much. “Dewey?” you moaned, waiting for him to shift. He heard you. But done nothing but use his other hand to press down on the small of your stomach, causing the space where his fingers were, smaller, making the action 1000 times more pleasurable for you. You were annoyed at him but nothing could now stop the tension that formed in your head and stomach, building and building until you finally released. He helped you ride it out before reaching down to kiss you, removing his fingers. You heavily breathed against his mouth, getting over your high, sleep slowly coming back to you. “what was that about? Why didn’t you get your cock out?” he chuckled at your bluntness. “I’m not in the mood, just wanted you to get off babe”. You knitted your eyebrows confused. That wasn’t like him. Dewey constantly had a boner. Walking around the kitchen with a pair of gym leggings was enough to get Dewey going.

You pushed his shoulder so that he would lay back down next to you. “is everything alright?” you asked him, your hand moving to play with his hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist and moved his leg to sit between yours. Dewey was silent for a minute. You kissed the top of his head. “yeah” he replied, muffled into your breasts. You questioned for a minute. The room remained quiet. You could feel him breathing heavily against your skin, but sleep was hanging over you, heavy. Your eyes again grew heavy, glancing over at the clock which read 3:03. You sighed at how late it was and closed your eyes, your whole body slowing down, getting ready to finally rest.

Dewey could feel your body relaxing again and he silently cursed, growing hot. He didn’t want to wake you up but he didn’t want to be alone. His breathing sped up even more as his mind raced and he felt trapped, like he couldn’t breathe, the room suddenly burning his skin. He pulled himself away from your embrace and took in a few deep breaths. He needed to open the window, he needed the fresh air. He threw the blankets off of him, legs spinning to get off of the bed. He was deeply breathing through his nose and exhaling through his mouth and felt as though his head would explode with the sudden tension and the thoughts he had been hiding all night pulling his brain apart. He grasped for the handle of the window, pulling it open and taking the deepest breath through his mouth. The freezing cold air, cooling him down. “you’re fine, you’re okay.. you’re okay” he told himself with closed eyes, his breathing slowing. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would just come to a stop, but gradually, as he sucked in the cold air, it slowed. He felt sweaty, and cold at the same time. The window had to stay open. That’s why he had left it open earlier.

After calming himself down. He closed the window over but left it cracked open so the cold could lightly seep in. Dewey felt tears prick at his eyes. His head spinning with thoughts he didn’t know if he could share but he had to. He needed help. Looking over at your sleeping frame on the bed, he took one more shaky deep breath and went back into bed.

He covered himself with the duvet and scooted closer to you. He was nervous. He didn’t like discussing the demons in his head but he had to. He needed someone to listen and to tell him he was okay, someone to hold him. That person was you. You looked so peaceful. So soft and warm. Dewey lay down so that he was at eye level with you and reached for your hand. Softly he whispered “y/n, hey” you stirred, aware he was trying to get your attention, again. “y/n” he said again, rubbing his thumb along your hand. You pulled your hand away and turned to lay on your back, trying to get him to leave you to sleep, and slung your arm over your eyes. “y/n?” he pleaded again.

You sighed aggressively. Dewey had been keeping you awake all night. Why wouldn’t he just let you sleep, he knew you’d had a long day. Dewey felt his breathing become heavy again an his chest began to feel tight, so he persisted, “y/n, I really gotta talk to you”. Something snapped in you a little bit. It must have been him constantly waking you up and not letting you sleep. Turning your head to view the clock which read 3:48 you snapped your head back looking at the ceiling “Dewey. What the hell could be that important at four o’clock in the morning. You’ve kept me up all night.” You hissed. Dewey was up, resting on his elbow now, facing you. The tightness in his chest was so bad, he was holding in his breath and the tension in his head was swelling, beginning to feel hot again. “I-I, ugh, I just needed to get a few things off my chest” he shyly replied. Again you huffed “what, and its something that can’t wait until tomorrow?” you almost barked.

There was a massive weight inside of Dewey. It made him feel like he couldn’t move. But he did. He turned round. To face the other side of the bed and he curled up. Why wouldn’t you listen to him. He needed you right now, really needed you. “n-no it can wait” he said, biting back the tears that threatened to spill, trembling.

Realising you had been a bit harsh, you settled yourself. “Dewey, what’s wrong?”. No reply. “Dew?”. The room remained silent. You shivered as you noticed the window had been opened again. You frowned, confused. You could suddenly hear Dewey, was he whimpering? You scooted over to him, placing your hand on his arm. He was trembling in a cold sweat. “Dewey, baby look at me”. You attempted to pull him round to you but he wouldn’t budge. Dewey sniffed and wiped his eyes. “Dewey” you applied more harshly. This time you climbed over his body, pulling his arms away from his chest, with a force, and putting them around your body. You slid your leg in between his as he began to relax within your embrace. Your hands went to his back, rubbing up and down, trying to get him to relax. “baby what’s wrong.” Dewey was still silent, but he was melting into your embrace. You pulled his chin up to look at his face. His curls were sticking to his hot, sweaty forehead, his cheeks dawning a rosy red colour and his eyes sparkling with troubled water. You felt awful for him. Your fingers moved his hair away from his face and then smoothed over his dampened cheeks. “Aw baby” you moved his head into your shoulder as you cuddled him, kissing his head. Dewey’s hand finally moved around your waist and held you tight. “I’m sorry Dew, I’m right here.. right here”. You stroked your hand along his hair, a tight grip on him. “I.. I just need you to hold me”. Those were the first words he spoke. Your heart crumbled and all you wanted was for him to feel better. “what’s wrong Dew? Just let me know what’s wrong, if there’s something I can do”. Dewey huffed into your chest, shakily before saying “bad mental health day”. That was all he had to say for you to understand, then it all clicked into place; the window being left open, the looking out at the stars, the keeping you awake all night. “baby you should have told me earlier” you kissed the top of his head again. “I just didn’t want to be alone” he said quietly. It made your heart break when he spoke it. You could feel the tears prick at your own eyes.

Dewey felt relaxed now. His breathing had calmed down and he was drowning on your scent, the one that always soothed him. He could actually feel his eyes growing heavy as you stroked his hair. He knew he was going to be in for a long night, but now he began to feel himself drift. He knew you were there and that he was safe. You could feel him melt into your body, his whole body slowing down. You both stayed silent for a little while, knowing he was falling. You held him tight until you could hear the soft breathing of him finally asleep.

You felt awful. Snapping at him like that earlier. You kissed the top of his head again and let the tears roll down your face. Dewey had always struggled with his mental health, but he was getting better. This was the first time this had happened in about a year and its why you hadn’t clicked about what was going on. You mentally beat yourself up for not realising. You couldn’t help but wonder what made him feel the way he did. You knew he was self-conscious about the way he looked, because he used to tell you that “girls want me to be something I’m not, mostly handsome” and he always said it in a jokey way but you both knew that deep down it hit him. Hard. You would see if he wanted to talk about it tomorrow.

*****

You woke up the next morning from Dewey kissing you on the forehead goodbye as he left for work. He didn’t say much. Just kissed you and said bye. You sighed, thinking about the events of the night, hoping he was okay. It was 10 in the morning and he wasn’t due home until around 5. You had the day off today. An idea came into your head as you heard the door close as Dewey left for the day. Another few hours of sleep, catch up and then head out and get your little plan ready; operation make Dew feel better.

*****

The clock read 5:15. Dewey would be home any minute. After you had gotten up, you got dressed, put Dewey’s favourite duvet covers in the washing along with his favourite bed time attire so they would be fresh for him coming home. You went out to the shops and you picked up bubble bath with his favourite scent, a bundle of his favourite snacks and drinks and something nice for you to put on for him, if the time felt right.

Once you came home, you changed over the duvet covers and put his fresh pyjamas on the bed for him. You put two towels on the radiator; one for you and one for him after your bath. Then you set up the fairy lights in the living room with a bunch of pillows and blankets on the couch, and his favourite snacks on the coffee table. Ten minutes before he was due to get home, you phoned in his favourite pizza place and ordered what he loved most. Finally, a few minutes before he would walk in the door you made coffee.

You stood at the door waiting for him; coffee in hand. You hoped he hadn’t had the worst day and hopefully he was feeling better. you heard the keys jingle in the door and you held your breath, hoping he would love everything you had set up for him in hopes to make him feel better. Dewey opened the door, his cheeks dawned a rosy pink colour and his eyes looked exhausted, he sighed but stopped when he seen you standing there, in his black sabbath t-shirt, arms stretched out holding a mug of coffee for him. “welcome home baby, I made you a cup of coffee.. with the right amount of sugar… just how you like it”.

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hwangdol · 5 years

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l.jn: just shoot your shot

summary: can jeno just be confident in himself? pls? pretty pls?

pairing: student-athlete!jeno x tutor! (fem) reader

warning: PROCEED WITH CAUTION! GRAMMAR MISTAKES! AND CRACKHEADS! ALSO CURSING! i’m back and i’m not dead so here’s some athlete!jeno that everyone was looking forward too. just a reminder, this is apart of my collab with @huangsren so check out her art-hoe! renjun and childhood-friend! chenle in our dreamies highschool au. i’m not really satisfied with this piece compared to my other two. hopefully, this still slaps. also, there will be for sure a second part to this so yuh. enjoy.

okay so let’s get this straight lee jeno is THAT guy whose in like all of the sports teams on campus

basketball, baseball, football, soccer, track and field, cross country, pickleball, etc he’s on them all

he was deadass about to join the cheerleading team just so he could have the clout of being on all of the teams

ngl imagine a cheerleader!jeno,,,hell yeah that’s my shit

but he didn’t bc he isn’t as big of a crackhead as one like to think

jeno has the reputation of the silent cold guy, but in actuality is a big FLOOF ball especially with his close friends (aka jaemin)

he’s well-liked by everyone bc he’s hecka nice once they look pass that cold exterior and he’s realllly hot.

just picture sweaty!jeno after practice using his shirt to wipe off his sweat allowing everyone to have a glimpse of his abs.

sign me the fuck up

he’s just extremely shy and socially awkward so he doesn’t really know how to interact w people when he meets them for the first time so a lot of people just think he’s that distant, angsty type

it still shocks a shit ton of people when they find out he’s best friends with the social butterfly/ fboi! jaemin but don’t get him wrong bc he doesn’t go around town breaking hearts left and right like his best buddy does

as much as jeno likes to deny it, he is a ROMANTICIST

way back in freshmen year, jeno was captivated by a teenage romance which he blames ara (from fucq-boi! jaemin au) for roping him into all those barbies and chick-flick movies.

like his heart flutters at the idea of his significant other wearing his jersey to his games or sharing a milkshake at the local ice cream parlor,,,he wants to give them his hoodie and cuddle on the couch (hopefully watching barbie princess charm school)

BABY BOY JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED !

but he doesn’t want it to be superficial like what jaemin does

he highly disapproves of jaemin’s casanova ways

jaemin is probably really glad about the bros before hoes rule bc he would have lost jeno a long time ago with all of the girls he goes through

jeno knows that love is a delicate thing and should be treated seriously which is why he’s so against jaemin’s date and ditch

and jeno wants to be in a relationship! but he can’t bc he has like NO time for the lovey-dovey highschool bs (also bc he’s highkey scared that he might ruin any relationship he gets himself into)

the boy has back to back practice from all the sports he decided to take on

on multiple occasions, different practice times interfere with each other and instead of just missing one like he SHOULD, jeno decided to take em both on at the same time

catch him sprinting from the soccer field to the football field back and forth in between break times

one time, basketball and swimming practice collided w each other so jeno thought it was smart to go back and forth from the school’s pool to the gym after he’d finish a 1000M IM set and shot at least 15 3-pointers

let’s just say he flashed a lot of people, running half-naked with only his drag suit on when he forgot to put on his sweatpants in one of his runs back and forth

art-hoe! renjun never lets him live it down much to his embarrassment

“remember that one-time jeno displayed his junk to the whole student body? good times, good times”

cue jeno throwing a pencil at renjun or chasing him down the halls

jeno’s abs were the talk of the school for at least a whole month and our boi had red cheeks every time he heard someone talk about it

because of that jeno double-checks, quadruple-checks to make sure that his pants are on before booking it to the gym to shoot hoops

ALSO

another reason why a lot of people find jeno so intimidating and hard to approach was bc of the fight that happened between his ex-friend! stoner-boi!haechan sophomore year

no one expected that the calm, seemingly unbothered jeno could throw punches that hard. it was like he transformed into the hulk or something

except jeno didn’t like the new reputation he gained over a stupid fight with his once close friend.

there’s one nasty habit that jeno can’t seem to let go of no matter how much jaemin and renjun tell him to fix

the boy holds onto grudges like there’s no tomorrow

there was one time where jaemin had to borrow jeno’s phone for something and he accidentally dropped it

“hey can i borrow your phone to call someone? mine’s dead.” jaemin asked him.

“no, last time i gave it to you, you cracked it”

“dude! it was one time”

“say that to my cracked screen”

“for goodness sake, jeno, i only cracked your screen protector!”

“still you broke it”

yeah, jaemin never got to use jeno’s phone ever again.

someone didn’t give back the pencil he lent them? he doesn’t even look in their direction until jaemin nags him enough to just let it go

which is probably why he and haechan still vehemently hate each other even though renjun and jaemin are ready to go talk things out with haechan

some part deep down insides knows he should just let it go and actually talk things out with haechan on why he initiated the fight bc haechan was once someone jeno considered as a bro

and jeno doesn’t give out bro passes as easily

he just doesn’t know how to approach haechan or if haechan would even be willing to talk it through

it’s kinda sad how the two of them don’t even look each other in the eye or acknowledged each other existence anymore

other than that jeno is practically flawless, jk

as much as he is very enthusiastic in physical education, when it comes to math, science, etc, jeno is basically flunking. like borderline passing in all of his classes

he was for sure failing math though which is a HUGE problem…bc to stay on any team sport, he CAN’T be failing a class

which is why jeno was currently spending his free period, in the library, furiously erasing his wrong answer for the problem he tried multiple times to solve. it was the first math problem on the remedial work packet that his math teacher gave him for extra practice.

even his friend, smartass renjun gave up on helping him and went to go toy around with his telescope, going on a tangent about renjun’s alien conspiracies theories.

if only jeno could have renjun’s genius brain, life would be so much easier

slamming his head on the table, jeno let out a low groan of frustration at whoever decided that it was a good idea to mix number and letters together.

“dude, can you not?” he heard someone say from next to him.

he lifted his head to take a peek…and this is where you come in, glaring at him with murder on your mind

jeno’s just staring at you and the fool does not recognize you at all

NCT High isn’t a big place either so he would have come across you once or twice, but you were simply a new face to him.

you, at this point, grew annoyed at the boy who was just shameless staring at you.

“is there something on my face?” you asked with a raised eyebrow

slowly he shakes his head ‘no’

“keep it down, i’m trying to sleep” you warned him before laying your arms now with your head resting on it, faced away from jeno.

jeno, who was awe-struck for second at your frank personality, decided that it was time to have another go at the problem and looked at it again

yeah there was no way in hell he was going to be able to solve it, he was too fucking lost

atm jeno is like .000000001 seconds away from having a mental breakdown because if he doesn’t pass his test this friday he’s going to be benched and if he fails the class then he loses his status of team captain and his spot on the soccer team which he cannot afford to bc it was SENIOR year and he should be living in all of his sports glory right now

and what if he can’t graduate? he can’t be a super senior like lucas wong like nooo that can definitely not happen

literally, jeno, stop freaking out - sincerely admin minnie

suddenly while he was having an overthinking session, his paper and pencil were taken away from him. he watches as the culprit (you) quickly solve the problems on the piece of paper in record time with wide eyes

letting out a small huff, you gave him back the paper wordlessly before going back to your previous sleeping positions hoping to get back to your precious nap time. your actions leaving jeno’s mouth opened in awe as his eyes glances back and forth between the answer sheets and the ones you provided him, both matching up perfectly with no mistake

he looks back at your sleeping form and wonders if you’re an actual prodigy like renjun

but jeno also feels really bad for disturbing your nap so he lets you be and tries to quietly work on the other problems and review how you solved the ones he had trouble on earlier

except he’s even more confused bc there was more numbers and letters;; no comprendo

jeno’s brain: ajadkf;dskjhg;ajdsvf;

he contemplates ask you for help or a basic explanation since there was no way that jeno learned how to solve that in class (he did, he just slept through the lecture because he was dead-beat tired after a heavy soccer practice from the night before)

jeno’s fear of flunking overweighed his social awkwardness so he pokes you gently with his pencil eliciting a grumpy “what do you want, now?” from you

gulping, jeno mumbles a small “can you help me, i don’t understand how you solved this”

you looked intently at jeno not answering his questions causing the boy to instantly regret asking, but surprisingly you replied

“what don’t you get?” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and shifted towards the male

“i don’t even know what i don’t know”

i felt that jeno. i felt that.

he pulls the piece of paper between the two of you and points to a problem that you did with ease

“oh, so you’re so supposed to…” you launched off into an explanation filled with math terms that adds more to jeno’s confusion

sensing that jeno still wasn’t understanding, you let out a big sigh

“sorry, it just doesn’t make sense in my head” jeno admitted shyly

at first, you were gonna say something snappy about how even an eighth-grader could do this problem easily, you held it back because you actually felt bad since jeno was trying so hard

you also weren’t going to deny that lw jeno looked quite cute with that adorable slight pout on his face

“let’s just take it slow, i’ll explain step by step”

so you did just that, patiently teaching the methods and theorems to jeno who constantly made that confused noise every time you introduced something new to the table

the two of you worked through five of the worksheets and jeno was actually understanding it! horray!

you were explaining the last problem to jeno when he stops you with a question that was completely off-topic

“why are you helping me?”

it was simple question so you answered it simply.

“because you looked like you need it.” you shrugged “i was trying to take a nap earlier but it was too loud for me with your constant erasing”

“sorry” jeno said looking down at his lap, embarrassed that he was a nuisance to you

you kind felt bad ngl so you quickly reassured him

“don’t worry about it. you remind me of my idiotic friends, not that you’re an idiot though. actually, no comment.”

we love a blunt y/n.

you clicked the pen you were holding and placed it down, “i moved here a couple months ago so i barely know anyone. now that it’s senior year, everyone already has their own friend group so why bother trying to join them?”

jeno makes another confused noised at your blunt statement.

you wondered if that particular noise has some type of effect on you due to the fact that you have a sudden urge to explain your situation to the boy you hardly knew for more than the hour

“i used to go to miroh high, but my dad got a transfer here so he decided to enroll me at this school without my say. i left all my friends back there sadly”

“that sucks,” was all that jeno could say.

damn his inability to socialize like a normal human being.

you nodded, “yeah, it does, but it’s not that bad. my friends make an effort to come down here most weekend and sometimes i drive up there too.” you turn to look at him and jeno freezes at the sudden eye contact “actually, you remind me of my friend hyunjin. he was kind of a ditz in anything that wasn’t sports”

“wait, how do you know that i play sports?” jeno asked confused

“dude, everyone knows that you’re the school’s mvp.” you said as if it’s obvious “you’re not as intimidating as they say you are though.”

damn it

he was hoping you had no idea who he was so that could relieve his guilt of not knowing who you were despite being in the same graduating class.

at the same time, he was glad that he seemed to have made a good impression on you

“don’t worry, i won’t spill your little secret” you gestured to the worksheets which had red pen markings all over it, signs of jeno’s failures. you figured that the school’s star jock didn’t want the school knowing his inability to solve basic 12th-grade math problem

you reached under the table to grab your backpack, causing jeno to reach a hand out to grasp your wrist

“wait, where are you going?”

a part of him was afraid that he was going to forget everything you taught him once you left, but the other part was extremely curious about you and wanted to know more

“i have somewhere to go?” you looked down at his hand and back up at him “you have something else you want to say?”

sensing that his grip was making you feel uncomfortable, he quickly pulled his hand away. rubbing the back of his neck. he avoids your eyes, opting to stare at your feet instead.

“this might be a little weird, but can you please tutor me? at least until next week when i have to take my make-or-break test.” jeno plead, embarrassment rushed to his cheeks in the form of a red blush when he realized how desperate he sounded.

you let out a tiny giggle, totally different from your persona earlier.

you took his pencil that was laying on the table to scribble something on the corner of his worksheet. patting his shoulder, you quickly left the boy staring at the piece of paper.

don’t get confused (127) 312-0325 :)

a stupid smile made it’s way onto jeno’s lips as he quickly packed up his things in haste. he practically skips to soccer practice. maybe he even heel-clicked.

lee jeno is not failing math!

cute tutor acquired!

woohoo!

but also, there’s this weird tingly feeling that jeno has inside.

he doesn’t know what exactly it was but most likely it’s probably the reason why he was a goofy-ass smile on his face

“dude, are you okay?” one of his teammates ask after he gets hits in the head with a soccer ball

jeno, not even fazed by it one bit, just smiles and gives his teammates a big thumbs up

“coach, i think there’s something wrong with jeno!”

anyways, that night he’s extremely excited to text you.

imagine jeno on his bed, laying on his stomach feet up in the air, taking at least an hour to construct a response that doesn’t make him seem lame or a fifty-year-old man like all of his friends say he texts like

jeno is probably the type of person that texts, with all the correct capitalization and actual punction plus awkward spacing and usage of emojis

this time he tried to be chill about it

jeno: hey, it’s me, jeno. sorry for bothering you this late at night, but i don’t understand this problem. can you help me pls?

sent.

now jeno was currently awaiting your response….however, you don’t reply right away like jeno for some reason expects

he takes the waiting time to scroll through his social media and it’s the usual things he sees every day

he sees the juniors’ chenle and his weird little friend talking about some sort of prank they’re going to pull, jaemin’s spam post on how he was stuck making prom decorations to fulfill his community service requirements, etc

however, a sudden post from @/luccasss caught his attention

especially the girl sitting on top of an old blue car with the senior, middle fingers up

his eyes glance at the caption quickly

me and my main bitch fucking it up (pc to our little kiddo)

wait a minute.

jeno could remember you saying how you didn’t bother making friends w anyone, so what are you doing with the lucas wong?

now lucas wong doesn’t have that great of a reputation around campus, especially since he was a held back his senior year. he blows off class and jeno has heard that he’s in cahoots with the stoners on campus too

your account is tagged in the picture and luckily it’s on public, so jeno could secretly and shamefully stalk your page

while looking through your photos, jeno realizes that he really doesn’t know anything about…. you

tbh he didn’t even know your name until he saw your bio and username. (facepalm @ jeno)

scrolling through your photos, he saw you posing with other boys and girls that he didn’t recognize making him assume that they were your friends from your old school

his fingers land on a picture where you’re kissing a cheek of ridiculously good looking guy. checking the tag, he sees that it’s a guy whose username was something along the lines of cb_97

imma miss my ddy chan <3!! owo

as he scrolling through the chan guy’s instagram, jeno becomes more dejected bc maybe he was too deep in his imagination that he got from watching too many dramas with ara

letting out a sad sigh, jeno clicks his phone off and settles into bed. the more he thinks about it the more he feels insignificant to you which he was.

for all he knows, he’s just a random kid in the library that you helped with a few math problems

the next day, jeno walks into school with no pep in his step :(

and as his certified besties, jaemin and renjun drag him into an empty classroom during lunch prying him to confess what’s got him down in the dumps

and jeno knows he can’t hide anything from his besties so he just lets it all out

jaemin, taking a long blink after his bff’s rant to process the newly acquired tea “wow, bro. you got the feels”

“exactly,” jeno groans “i only talked to her once! she doesn’t even know me!”

“she knows you suck at math,” renjun points out

and jeno threatens to throw a chair at his friend, but jaemin quickly stops him

“okay, how about you just take it slow? like get to know her and let her get to know you. it could be that you’re just overthinking her kindness for helping you when you were desperate. appreciation is different from admiration” ngl jaemin was kinda-sorta right

“btw, who is this chick anyway? you haven’t told us who it was” renjun asked, sitting on one of the empty desks

“y/n, she transferred a couple months ago from miroh”

renjun abruptly jumps to his feet, “the y/n l/n? the new math teacher’ daughter?”

“you know her?” jeno quirks an eyebrow

“dude she’s in my ap calculus class and she has the highest grade, but she never shows up to class,” renjun tells him. “she’s a straight, badass genius”

jeno feels stupider as renjun continues to list all of your achievements and the art boy makes it seem like all of them were done effortlessly.

how stupid was he in your eyes when he couldn’t solve regular senior math problems while you were out here solving college-based ones?

now you seem like a person farther and father away from him.

jaemin, his good-ol-buddy knows that jeno is over-analyzing the new information renjun was telling him, and he tries his best to hype is buddy up

“c’mon, you might not be a genius at math but you certainly are on any field, pool, and court. have some confidence!”

deep down jeno knows that he should listen to his friend and that he should just be more confident in himself, but he can’t shake his feeling of insecurity and doubt

so the next time he sees you laying on the empty table in the non-fiction section sleeping, he’s a bit more reluctant to approach you. instead, he quietly sits in the seat next to you as he pulls out his practice sheets to work and miserably fail on

except you don’t wake up for a looong time until jeno accidentally sneezes too loud, causing you to awaken

opening your eyes, you see the boy look at you with wide eyes as if he’s done something terribly wrong by waking you up

“why do you look like i’m about to kill you or something?” you giggled watching as the boy in front of you became very flustered “why didn’t you wake me up when you came here?”

“oh, you look like you were in deep sleep, so i didn’t want to wake you up”

you stretched your arms out, one hand over your mouth as you let out an inaudible yawn, “don’t worry about it. i’m always sleeping”

you blamed all of your fatigue on lucas as it was his fault that you were tired out of your mind from the little night adventure he roped both you and a junior named eun (y/n from childhood-friend!chenle’s au) into.

honestly, if it weren’t for lucas’s annoying ass laugh waking you up from your nap that one day, you probably wouldn’t have befriended the big bumbling bafoon.

“yeah, but apparently i’m failing the twelfth-grade again bc i’m not allowed to just go to homeroom and p.e. i mean, who wants to learn about FUNCTIONS when you could just be looking up memes in the library?!?” - lucas wong, 2019

despite lucas’s overwhelming personality, you were quite thankful to have him as he reminded you of your old friends back at miroh, it was nice.

eun was a soft-spoken child that often had to turn to you or lucas (which wasn’t always a good idea) for advice that you both were happy to give to the underclassmen.

personally, you didn’t care that you only had like two friends, quality over quantity right?

“earth to jeno?” you waved your hand in front of his face as he stayed unresponsive

he mumbles something inaudible and points at a problem

your eyes gloss over it taking in the problem, before quickly grabbing a pen and solving it. you spoke slowly as you explained the step-by-step solution that jeno had to do.

when you look back at jeno to make sure that he was understanding the content, you noticed how the jock is off in his own universe and not paying attention to you.

“please don’t make me repeat that again,” you sigh, catching jeno’s attention. you capped the pen and lightly tossed it on the table, proceeding to stretch out your hands above your head.

“sorry”

“what’s up with you?” you asked, wondering why the boy who seemed desperate for your help yesterday, was now acting like he could care less. “and don’t give me that stupid, generic “nothing” bullshit.”

“sorry, football was tough last night,” jeno said quietly, focusing on the problem.

despite not being involved in the school festivities, you knew that it was well past football season. and that meant that jeno was lying to you.

there was a slight pang of disappointment, but you pushed it aside. what were you expecting anyway? he probably only saw you as a tutor.

you weren’t even his friend for fuck’s sake

“let’s move onto the next problem” you say, quickly changing the subject.

honestly, the two of you were fucking idiots. smh

despite there being awkward tension between the two of you, you’re tutoring was actually very very helpful for jeno. he could actually understand what was going on in math class now.

remember that test he had to take to ensure that he could play for his soccer match? jeno passed that with flying colors thanks to your careful explanations

even after that test, the two of you kept your tutoring arrangement;;;and maybe jeno was falling even harder for you.

he couldn’t help it though! the way you run your fingers through your hair or the way you puff out your cheeks when you’re trying to think of a way to explain something to jeno just makes leaves him star-struck. and every time he gets a problem right without your help, the proud smile that you give him makes his heart leap

it wasn’t like you were safe from the love bug either!!

lee jeno was hard not to like and he was even harder to not fall for.

the little cute noises that he makes when he’s lost, the way his eyes go wide when he finally understands the problem, and the eye-smile he gives you when he gets a problem right.

your heart literally went uwu when jeno offered you his hoodie bc the two of you were sitting underneath the ac vent and you were shivering.

when you tried to give it back to him, he just shook his head and said “keep it, just in case you get cold”

lee jeno was not healthy for your heart. uwu hours 24/7

but the two of you were stuck in this weird relationship bc the two of you weren’t exactly friends, but also not strictly tutoring. you would share laughs here and there, but then quickly it would dial down and returned back to the math problems

some times when he was texting you, he would send a cute gif to show you that he understood and sometimes you would tell him about something funny/stupid lucas+eun or your other friends did.

“just ask him out,” lucas tells you bluntly as the both of you chilled on the bleachers during lunch.

“hard pass”

“fine, then i’ll do it.” lucas shrugs, eliciting a hard smack from you

“don’t embarrass me, you asstwat”

“who said i was asking him out for you? that boy is a fine piece of meat”

“istg, lucas, i’ll actually gouge your eyes out” you deadpanned.

but big ol’ oaf lucas doesn't see you as an actual threat. and he reaches out to grab your cheeks causing your face to form into a fish pout

“can you even reach me?” he teases, shaking around your face

and this the part where you’re pulling lucas into a headlock, oblivious to the fact that jeno was watching your toughy actions from afar

he kicked the soccer ball angrily into the goal causing jaemin to duck with a small shriek to avoid getting his head decapitated by jeno’s fastball

“dude wtf!” jaemin shouts

“sorry,” jeno mutters.

jaemin looks over to where jeno was staring at and saw you and lucas being really handsy with each other. from that distance that the two boys were looking it, it didn’t look like the roughhousing the two of you were actually doing

you pulling his hair to them looked like you were playing around with it

jaemin’s buddy jeno be looking like a kicked puppy rn, muttering under his breath about his shortcommings

jaemin is bout ready to slap him upside down the head for having no confidence or whateves

“can you stop talking shit about my bestfriend now?” jaemin @ jeno but the boy is on a whole ass rant on why he sucks in comparison to lucas

“of course she doesn’t like me. she has a whole lucas wong and he’s 6′0 ft of handsomeness. he’s fun and exciting, i’m staler than a moldy piece of bread!”

can jeno just love himself??????? is that to much to ask?

“i’ll just never be good enough for her. i’m not her type, she can do better than me.”

cue jaemin intense internal screaming

one day, jeno was going to your usual sitting spot in the library when he sees lucas chilling with eun—a girl that he’s seen around with his friend chenle. they were both laughing at something on lucas’s phone.

jeno looks at the sight confused. cause like aren’t you and lucas a thing? like why was this boy looking really chummy with this underclassmen?

so jeno clears his throat to catch their attention and both of them look at him like “who tf are you?”

“where’s y/n? she’s suppose to be tutoring me” jeno says

a look of recognition flashes across lucas’s and eun’s at the sound of y/ns name. the younger female whispers something to the senior causing him to clap his hands.

“oh so you’re, jeno??” lucas says in this voice

and jeno awkwardly nods

“yeah, y/n is skipping school today so she told me to tell you to look over the notes she wrote out for you” lucas pulled out a notebook and handed it to jeno

jeno flips through it carefully, examining the words you wrote in your familiar handwriting; there was also a highlight code system and little side comments to help him

“thanks” jeno about to leave but lucas’s next comments stop him

“you’re lucky that y/n likes you enough to do that for you. she wouldn’t even tell me whats 4x4 when i asked her” lucas slumped into his seat

“that because she thinks you have chronic stupidity” the underclassmen said, giggling

“aren’t you suppose to be on my side you little pipsqueak” lucas says jokily, rubbing her head.

and jeno is watching the exchange, getting more and more confused

did y/n know that lucas was hanging out w another girl without you?

“did you need something else, jeno?” eun asked him

jeno is about to say no, but different words left his mouth

“aren’t you dating y/n, lucas?”

there was a silence that lasted for a good minute, both lucas and the underclassmen giving jeno a blank stare….

until lucas bust out into ugly laughter, bent over his seat delirious and eun was also laughing along but not to the same degree.

was it really that funny? jeno be staying confused

it wasn’t until the librarian came to shush the two did they stop laughing

lucas wiped away tears of laughter from his eyes “that was a good one!”

“what do you mean?” jeno asked

“pffft eun would rather date a rabid animal than me,” lucas said “she’s only friends w me bc i forced her to be”

oh! that was news to jeno

“besides, lucas isn't y/n’s type” eun revealed, shocking jeno

oh really now?

“yeah, you fit her type really well,” lucas stated nonchalantly.

eun is like BRUH WHY WOULD YOU REVEAL THAT but doesn’t say anything and kicks lucas underneath the table. she could already picture the pure anger once her friend found out that lucas spilled her secret crush that easily.

robot jeno is just standing there holding the notebook and deep in thought.

“is he okay?” lucas whispers, looking up and down at jeno. eun shrugs in response

bOOM jeno zoom zooms away and the two high schoolers shrug at the jocks before returning to looking at dank memes

jeno basically charges down to the only female he’s friends with for advice, ara. (go read my fucqboi! jaemin for the backstory!)

conveniently, he finds both his jaemin and ara standing at her locker talking. tbh it looked more like jaemin trying to flirt with ara and her ignoring him.

but right now his friend’s girl problems were the least of jeno’s concerns!

so jeno basically hulk yanks jaemin away from ara and has the most serious expression on his face “i need your help, ara”

“huh?”

and he drags ara off to a more secluded place to explain his current situation to, ignoring jaemin’s whines

“to be honest with you, i think you need to have more confidence. now that you know that she isn't interested in lucas, why don’t you just take the initiative to confess?” ara says once jeno explained to her every juicy detail of his hopeless love story.

“because i don’t think that she likes me. there’s nothing special about me. the only things i’m good at are sports and that’s not very interesting!” jeno exclaims “she probably thinks i’m an actual idiot!”

“jeno, listen, i’m only going to say this once, but please please understand that you’re a very special person, okay? you’re extremely hard-working, nice, and honestly very fun to be around. it would take a fool to not like you, lee jeno.” ara sighed, patting her friend’s shoulder “just shoot your shot. if it doesn’t make it in, it’s okay.”

but jeno doesn’t like leaving things to chance. he wants to be sure and he hates uncertainty.

“when you’re competing or playing against someone, you have no idea how the whole game is going to pan out. all you know to do is to try your best and go all out to ensure the very best result so that you can win. liking someone is like that, you just have to go forward and hopefully, you’ll be able to score a home run or a touchdown.”

that was sum deep shit

after listening carefully to ara’s words, jeno came to a conclusion

maybe

just maybe

jeno will take a chance.

reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone and sends a text.

jeno: can you meet me at neo ice cream later? i have something important to tell you.

y/n: yeah ofc. i’ll see you at 4

he had soccer practice today and for the very first time, jeno was skipping practice, his favorite time. the only time where he’s ever fully confident in his abilities, where his stupid insecurities can’t get to him.

this was more important the temporary self-gratification that jeno gets when he’s able to fly through practice with ease

lee jeno was taking a leap, unsure of where he’ll fall.

today, he’ll shoot his shot. and hopefully, you’ll catch.

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stevesnailbat · 4 years

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were you ever mine to begin with? | steve harrington

summary: Was Steve ever really in love with the girl he called his girlfriend, or was it all a game?

warnings: pure angst

word count: 1.0K

a/n: I saw a quote/prompt somewhere on tumblr that said “Were you ever mine to begin with?” and wanted to write about it. So, here it is! It’s pretty short but very angsty, enjoy!

She was alone in the corner of the gym, all dressed up for no reason. There was a stain of red lipstick on the right sleeve of her baby blue dress, a smudge of mascara underneath her right eye. She watched as every other teen in the room seemed to be having the time of the life, dancing the night away to Queen and ABBA. Prom was supposed to be a magical night, but not for her.

She had told herself that she would still come, still act strong, still seem unbothered. When she got her heart shattered by Steve Harrington a week before prom, she promised that she wouldn’t let it get to her, but it did. Coming to the gym, she acted strong; she came with Nancy and Jonathan, acted like she was having fun for a while. Her act kept strong until she locked eyes with Steve from across the room. The boy she was supposed to be with, the boy who she loved so dearly, the boy who ripped her heart out of her chest and stomped it into the ground. When she saw him with another girl, she felt like it was happening all over again. She rushed to the bathroom, flashbacks to the week before running through her mind.

Seeing him again made her nauseous, seeing him again made her cry. It was like she got punched in the gut over and over again until she couldn’t breathe anymore. All she could think about was the way he threw everything that he had with her out the window, all for something as stupid as a one night stand.

Blinking back some tears, she made her way from the bathroom to the dance floor to tell Nancy goodbye. She didn’t want to see him anymore, she didn’t want to be reminded of what he had done. Searching the room ceased when the song changed, Leo Sayer’s voice coming across the loud speaker singing More Than I Can Say, their song. Memories of Steve poorly singing the words to the song flooded her mind and tears threatened to flood her eyes. Before she could make it to the couple, someone’s shoulder bumped into her shoulder. She mumbled an apology before her eyes met with the big brown eyes that were oh-so-familiar to her.

Steve noticed the bags under her puffy eyes, the lipstick smeared on her sleeve, the mascara under her eye. She was a mess and it was all his fault. Before she could walk away from him, he reached to her wrist to pull her back to him as gently as he could. His eyes were pleading as he asked her to dance, saying he just wanted to talk to her. She didn’t know if she was too exhausted to deny or if she really wanted to, but she obliged. It wasn’t like her to start a scene in public, but she knew Steve might if she gave him reason to.

A light peeking from underneath the door, Steve’s. A panting that didn’t waiver when she opened the door, Steve’s. A sweater strewn across the floor, Steve’s. A pair of rough hands roaming another girl’s waist, Steve’s. A pair of lips smashed against lips that weren’t hers, Steve’s.

All Y/N could think about was the moaning girl she found straddling Steve, touching him in places only Y/N was allowed to. It’s as all that was on her mind as his hands snaked around her waist on the dance floor. The way he gripped the girl’s hips in ways he promised he was only supposed to do to her flashed in her mind and Y/N flinched under his touch.

“I don’t want you to try to explain anything to me, Steve. I don’t want to hear your excuses.” she said in an exhausted tone when she saw Steve open his mouth.

“Can we just...talk outside?” he said, not really waiting for a reply before he pulled her out of the gym doors. “Listen. I don’t want to make excuses for myself. I just want to say that I’m sorry. I messed up, I know I did. I lost you, the one good thing in my life. I know I can’t win you back after what you saw...I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You broke my fucking heart, Harrington.” she spat, using the name she hadn’t called him since they first met hurt, but she didn’t think he deserved to be called anything else. “I was yours, your girl. I wore that shit like a badge of honor. I was proud to call you my boyfriend.”

He said nothing, staring at the ground as he stood speechless for the first time in a conversation with her. He didn’t know what to say as she poured what was left of her heart out in front of him.

“Just answer this for me.” she said sternly, wiping a rogue tear from her eye. “Were you ever mine to begin with? Did you ever see the future that I saw for us? Were you really mine?”

“Of course. I was yours, our love was real and I was proudly your boyfriend. It still is, Y/N.” he whispered as she scoffed, shaking her head. He cupped her face in his hands to wipe some tears but she pulled away as if his hands were made of ice. “I’m being serious.”

“I don’t believe anything coming from your mouth. Don’t act like you’re hurting like I am, Steve.” she snarled, anger pouring from her voice.

“Even if I am, I deserve it. I don’t care if you accept my apology, but I am sorry.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she had a chance to pull away. “Just know that I love you and none of this is your fault.”

“I know.” she said, not replying to the first part.

Sure, she still loved him. But could she ever forgive him? No. The image of the girl on his lap would replay in her mind forever, the thought of his lips on another girl’s breaking her heart slowly, over and over again. She didn’t believe the words he said at the high school that day, always second guessing herself. Every day she questioned, was he ever really hers to begin with?

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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125 How I Met Your Mother Prompts

More prompts this one is mega long but broken up by character. I think it’s a pretty good mix of funny and angsty. Break at 15.

Barney Stinson

1 “You know what NAME needs to do. He needs to stop being sad. When I get sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome instead. True story.”

2 “A lie is just a great story that someone ruined with the truth.”

3 “ It's going to be legen...wait for it...and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant cause the second half of that word is...dairy!”

4 “Suit up!”

5 “Believe it or not, I was not always as I am today.”

6 “I realized that I'm searching, searching for what I really want in life. And you know what? I have absolutely no idea what that is.”

7 “Every Halloween, I bring a spare costume, in case I strike out with the hottest boy/girl at the party. That way, I have a second chance to make a first impression.”

8 “Whatever you do in this life, it’s not legendary unless your friends are there to see it.”

9 “Three days. We wait three days to call a man/woman, because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait... True story.”

10 “There’s three rules of cheating: 1. It’s not cheating if you’re not the one who’s married. 2. It’s not cheating if his/her name has two adjacent vowels. 3. And it's not cheating if he’s/she’s from a different area code.”

11 “I peed in an alley which happened to have a church which I did not see because I was drunk.”

12 “I'm such a mess. Why do you even like me?” “I guess, because you're almost as messed up as I am.”

13 “In my body, where the shame gland should be, there is a second awesome gland. True story.”

14 “Do you have some puritanical hang up on prostitution? Dude, it’s the world’s oldest profession.”

15 “Here’s the mini-cherry on top of the regular cherry on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life.”

16 “God, it’s me, NAME. What up? I know we don’t talk much, but I know a lot of guys/girls call out your name because of me.”

17 “Okay, pep talk! You can do this, but to be more accurate, you probably can’t. You’re way out of practice and he’s/she’s way too hot for you. So, remember, it’s not about scoring. It’s about believing you can do it, even though you probably can’t. Go get ‘em, tiger!”

18 “De — wait for it — nied! Denied! We’re goin’ out tomorrow night.”

19 “Step six is called purg— wait for it. Keep waiting. Keep waiting for all of eternity only to discover that there’s no escape —atory.”

20 “I think tonight is going to be de — wait for it — lightful.”

21 “Ted, tonight is gonna be — wait for it — dary! Wait, no, that’s not it. How do I usually say it?”

22 “You watch, NAME, tonight is going to be legen— it’s the night we stole a camel! Which means it will be full of drama —dary.”

23 “I’m just gonna grab this star to put on top of the tree. It’s gonna be legend— wait for it —merry.”

24 “Haaaave you met NAME?”

25 “Challenge accepted!”

Robin Scherbatsky

26 “Oh, come on, ref! I haven't seen that much hooking go unpunished since my last trip to Vegas.“

27 “Just be yourself. Say something nice.” “Which one? I can't do both.”

28 “Before you know it, you'll be marrying a man/woman who once ate a vanilla-scented candle!” “That was on me. I shouldn't have left it in the kitchen. Though, it was lit. Man, he/she dumb.”

29 “Destined? Aren't you tired of waiting for destiny, NAME? Isn't it time to make your own destiny?“

30 “NAME was great.” “Exactly, and you threw it all away to chase after some hot piece of ass.” “You mean you?” “Thank you!”

31 “Oh, we're busting apple bags? I can bust apple bags.“

32 “NAME, I am not ready for them to find out about us.” “Then you're gonna have to stay in there for the entire trilogy. Don't worry, it's only 382 minutes.” “Nerd!”

33 “You know NAME? Been thinking about it. Guess it's kind of nice you're such a bad-ass.” “It's pretty bad-ass you're so nice, NAME.”

34 “14 seconds! And already some dingdong is stepping up, thinking he can get some of this broke off.”

35 “But timing is a bitch.”

36 “Well, maybe this isn't a breakup. Maybe this is two friends getting back together.“

37 “There's something between us. Maybe my head was saying, 'nip it in the bud', because my heart was saying something else ...”

38 “I just finished a seven-day cleanse.” “I thought you just started that yesterday.” “I finished early, okay?”

39 “NAME! I just had a great idea!” “Oh, do whatever you want to me, just don't wake me up.”

40 “Okay, I've missed you. Not in a 'we're gonna make out' way, not even in an 'I forgive you' way. Just in an 'I've missed you' way.”

41 “I may not love you the way you love me, but I do love you.”

42 “But ... umm.”

43 “Why am I constantly looking for reasons not to be happy?”

44 “Oh, that’s right. I’m alone.”

45 “I’m gonna give you summer teeth ... some’re here, some’re there.”

46 “You can’t run back to the past because it’s familiar.”

47 “Nobody asked you, NAME.”

48 “It’s one thing to not want something. It’s another to be told you can’t have it.”

49 "I am never going to have closure. Okay, closure doesn't exist."

50 “You are going to miss out on something great.”

Ted Mosby

51 "If you're not scared then you're not taking a chance. And if you're not taking a chance, then what the hell are you doing anyway?"

52 “You can ask the universe for signs all you want but ultimately we'll only see what we want to see...when we're ready to see it.”

53 "Nothing good happens after 2:00 am… when 2:00 am rolls around, just go home and go to sleep."

54 "The more you fight it, the worse it’s gonna get. It’s like when your car slides on ice, you steer into the skid."

55 "Sorry, Peter. We're grown ups now, we can't fly to Nevrland with you anymore."

56 "I wound up shame-eating the whole pizza. I woke up all greasy and sweaty. My sheets looked like what they wrap deli sandwiches in. Maybe I should join a gym. Do you go to a gym?"

57 "People make fun of the guy/girl who stays home every night doing nothing, but the truth is that guy/girl is a genius.”

58 “Love doesn't make sense! You can't logic your way into or out of it. Love is totally nonsensical. But we have to keep doing it or else we're lost and love is dead, and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do.”

59 “Everyone has an opinion on how long it takes to recover from a breakup.”

60 “There are a lot of little reasons why the big things in our lives happen.”

61 “There are two big days in any love story: the day you meet the guy/girl of your dreams and the day you marry him/her.”

62 ““I’m crazy about you. I think we should be together. What do you say?” “Yes. No. Maybe.” “Those are the three options.”

63 “The littlest thing can cause a ripple effect that changes your life.”

64 “It's kind of insane how much happened in just a day and a half.”

65 “Whether a gesture's charming or alarming, depends on how it's received.”

66 “Because sometimes even if you know how something's gonna end that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the ride.”

67 “Shouldn't we hold out for the person who doesn't just tolerate our little quirks but actually kinda likes them?”

68 “I used to be in such a hurry all the time. Everything was so urgent. Now I figured, if it's going to happen it'll happen when it happens. I'm not going anywhere, he’s/she's not going anywhere. What's the rush, right?”

69 “I think for the most part if you're really honest with yourself about what you want out of life, life gives it to you.”

70 “We spend so much effort trying to keep parts of our lives hidden, even from our closest friends, that in those rare times when we do open up, it's amazing how minor those secrets all end up being.”

71 “You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone's face, but there's a third option: You can just let it go, and only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward.”

72 “I'm sorry, when I'm excited I abbreviate words I shouldn't.”

73 “We gotta wait for the real thing, no matter how tough it gets.”

74 “When you believe in people, people come through.”

75 “If you love something, you can never let it go. Not even for a second. Or it's gone forever.“

76 “Hey ref! Check your voicemail, I think you've missed a few calls!“

77 “Turns out, when you projectile vomit on skates, you roll right into the spray.“

78 “NAME, if you asked a hundred people: 'Who's the worst person you could possibly date?' They'd all say 'your therapist', except the ones saying 'NAME'.”

79 “Sometimes our best decisions are the ones that don't make any sense at all.“

80 “We've always been a trio! We're right up there with Batman and Robin and Alfred. Romeo and Juliet and the apothecary. Salt and pepper and cumin.“

Lily Aldrin

81 “You guys dated before. That time counts. The clock doesn't reset to zero. It un-pauses from where you left off.”

82 “We struggle so hard to hold on to these things that we know are gonna disappear eventually. And that’s really noble.”

83 “You can’t just skip ahead to where you think your life should be.”

84 “I know it's a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it's a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say 'yep, that was a mistake.' So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you'd go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not.”

85 “Yes, I'm in a rotten mood. No, I don't want to talk about it. Yes, this has booze in it. No, it's not my first.”

86 “The 'no more surprises'-thing is the best part of being married.”

87 “So, what do you want to do tonight? Drink ourselves blind, set a car on fire? Oh, watch a movie that doesn't start with a desk lamp jumping on top of a capital 'I'?”

88 “Baby, you're like 20 slutty chicks all rolled into one.” “Sweet-talk is not gonna change my mind!”

89 “So this is what you guys do? You invite other couples over for dinner, to judge them and feel superior?” “Oh, grow up, NAME, that's why any couple invites anyone over ever!”

90 “I think my soul just threw up a little bit.“

91 “Your heart's talking to you, NAME. Do you have the guts to listen to it?”

92 “I don't care if the dishes aren't done, okay? If you care, you do it.” “Great, then I don't care if you have an orgasm. If you care, you do it.”

93 “Who wants hot-wings?” “I'm in... or maybe we should just pour hot-sauce on NAME, since he's/she’s a total chicken.”

94 “I hate how you're always right.” “It's my best, and most annoying, trait.“

95 “Sex now, we'll do the foreplay after.“

96 “NAME check it! Three blond babies drinking bad-decision-juice at eight o'clock.”

97 “If you keep lying to me, if you keep cutting me out of decisions, if you keep using words like winning and losing when you talk about our marriage, you are going to lose me.”

98 “Why not just say goodbye to the bad things?”

99 “Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost, to all the times it was a no instead of a yes, to all the scrapes and bruises, to all the heartache.”

100 “Where’s the poop, NAME? Where’s the poop?”

Marshall Eriksen

101 “Hey I have given up peeing in the shower for you!”

102 “Why does he/she keep doing this? He meets them. He/She likes them way too much. He/She goes way too big too soon. He/She ends up blowing it. I can't take this any more. He's/She’s fallen in love so many times now.”

103 “Ow! Paper cut ... Death is all around us.”

104 “This is a pie chart describing my favorite bars. And this is a bar graph describing my favorite pies.”

105 “It's a little late but WHAT THE BALLS IS THIS?”

106 “Hey baby, it's me. Can you bail me out of jail? I thought I saw big foot in Central Park so I tackled him. But it turned out to be Russell Brand.”

107 “Being in a relationship is hard. And committing, making sacrifices it's hard. But if it's the right person, it's easy. Looking at that guy/girl, and knowing he’s/she's all you really want out of life, that should be the easiest thing in the world. And if it's not like that then he’s/she's not the one.”

108 “Here's the thing, NAME. I'm snuggly. You're not. Who wouldn't want to snuggle up next to this business on a Sunday morning? Wrapped in comfort and it's raining outside and there's muffins warming in the oven. I'm cuddly bitch. Deal with it.”

109 “He’s:She's never seen Star Wars?! NAME, the only people in the universe who haven't seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars. And that's cause they lived them, NAME! That's cause they lived the Star Wars.”

110 “Love died. The love that made you all believe in love, that's dead now.”

111 “I’ve never asked NAME to do anything ‘no questions asked’ because I never wanted to. He’s/She’s the love of my life. I never keep anything from him/her.”

112 “Happy Slapsgiving!”

113 “This is what I miss about being in a couple. I always had someone to go to concerts with, or farmer's market, or brunch. God, I miss brunch!” “Well, I guess you could - well, you could try going to brunch alone.” “Oh, you don't think I've tried?” [FLASHBACK] “Table for one.” “One... Couple?” “Um, no, just me.” “Really? For brunch?” “You're right. Who am I kidding?” [Leaves restaurant. End of Flashback] “Oh, the Popover Pantry! That place is great. Can we go get brunch tomorrow?” “Of course, sweetie.” “Can I go with you guys?” “Really? For brunch?”

114 “That’s life, you know. We never end up where you thought you wanted to be.”

115 “That cake. Best cake I ever had. Seriously, my stomach was like, ‘Hey bro, I don’t know what you’re eating cause I don’t have any eyes but it’s basically awesome, so keep sending it down Gullet Alley.’”

116 “Revenge fantasies never work out the way you want.”

117 “I’m a good boyfriend/girlfriend in my sleep.”

118 “You have to let me dance my own battles.”

119 “One good deed leads to another and another.”

120 “Look at us, riding around in a limo, eating hot dogs…it’s like we’re the president.”

121 “All hail beercules!”

122 “I don’t know what to do with my hands. What do I normally do with my hands?”

123 “Hey, baby.” “We hate NAME now. Get on board or the sexting stops.” “NAME’s a son of a bitch!”

124 “Are these chicken wings or angel wings? God, I love these things.”

125 “Oh, and you think you can step up to me? To me?!”

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