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niki-phoria · 1 year

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part 4?? i was thinking like a few months from since they're ice ring date and they're already graduating and now sunghoon is the one who will give something to m/n

i need long haired hoon he would look so good ndsklns pls i beg

pairing: non idol!sunghoon x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 960

includes: jayke cameos, they're graduating from high school bc this was originally a hs au, could be read as part of the series or alone, i don't have any more ideas for this series lmao, actually proofread/edited this one !! be proud of me pls

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i really like the idea of sunghoon giving something to reader, that's so cute <33 i hope you like it :))

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

requests open !! read my rules first

you anxiously tug at the sleeves of your uniform, clutching the bouquet of flowers closer to your chest. your eyes search for sunghoon in the crowd - desperate for a familiar face as you stand on the stage in front of all of your peers and multiple flashing cameras all pointed at you.

you find sunghoon easily; his bright smile and proud expression making him stand out from everyone else. he brings a hand up to wave at you before raising both of his hands together to create a hand-heart. your smile grows as you continue to focus on him until you’re ushered off stage to make room for the next pair of students.

sunghoon lets out a small sigh as he watches you leave the stage, walking back to your assigned seat to wait for the ceremony to finish. despite all of his worries - the future, moving away, going to university, finding a job - his mind is only focused on one thing: you. you, and the promise ring safely tucked away into his pocket, patiently awaiting the perfect moment for him to pull you aside and present it to you.

“hey,” jake reaches over, gently patting his thigh. “don’t be so nervous. it’s gonna be okay.”

sunghoon nods in acknowledgement, still distracted. he knows jake is right; you’ve been going out for nearly a year and loved each other for even longer. you’ve made plans to visit each other and promised to meet up whenever possible - promises he hopes to seal with a ring once you can both slip away from the playful shoulder pats from your friends and loving pestering from your families.

“i know, i just…” he anxiously twists the thin metal chain of the bracelet around his wrist like it’s a fidget toy - a nervous habit he’d picked up after seeing you twist your own jewelry during tests or when you’re worried about something. “what if it’s too soon? i mean, what if i give it to him and he thinks it’s weird? or he doesn’t like it? or-”

“sunghoon,” jay interrupts this time, reaching over and placing his hands on sunghoon’s shoulders. his voice is quiet but stern when he speaks, painfully aware of the students surrounding them on all sides. “he’ll love the ring and whatever huge romantic speech you make up to go along with it. you know he will.”

sunghoon takes a deep breath, feeling some of the tension begin to relax from his shoulders. “thank you.”

they watch as student after student steps up onto the stage. they walk along to the string of principals, teachers, and the dean, all holding out their hands for a quick handshake before moving to stand at the edge. a photographer awaits them to snap a quick photo to immortalize the moment in film before they finally accept their degree and walk off - now officially the recipient of a high school diploma.

sunghoon follows the same steps of everyone else before him: walk onto stage, shake the hands of the people who made his education possible, pose for the picture, go back to his seat. despite knowing exactly where his family is sitting in the audience his eyes immediately drift to you. you bring your hands up in a heart just like he did, watching him with the same bright smile and proud glint in your eyes.

his anxieties wash away as soon as he looks at you. time can’t pass quickly enough as he patiently awaits the ceremony's conclusion. to sunghoon’s relief, it isn’t long before an announcement plays over the loudspeakers to signal the end of his waiting.

he immediately rushes to your side, all but tackling you into a tight hug as soon as he sees you. you laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist to support his body weight suddenly slamming against your frame. “we graduated!” he cheers.

“we graduated,” you chuckle, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders. sunghoon pulls away just enough to move his hands to your face and pull you into a sweet kiss. you both smile into it until you’re forced to pull away for air.

you spend a few moments simply staring into each other’s eyes. sunghoon’s eyes have always been alluring - nearly daring you to go closer. “hey, i got you something,” he whispers, voice breaking your slight trance.

“oh, you didn’t have to.” sunghoon’s hand ghosts against your waist, keeping you close to him as he reaches into his pocket. the metal feels cool against his clammy hands.

“i wanted to.” sunghoon eyes carefully study your reaction as he raises his hand, presenting the ring for you. he watches as your eyes widen before you gasp, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “it’s a promise ring,” he smiles, reaching out to grab your hand. he slides it onto your finger, taking a second to admire it before intertwining your hands together. “it matches the bracelet you bought me.”

you stare at the ring for a few seconds before jumping into sunghoon’s arms. he stumbles backwards as you laugh, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. “thank you,” you whisper. tears sting the corners of your eye as you pull away just enough to pull him into a sweet kiss. “thank you.” sunghoon smiles, wiping a few stray tears away from your cheeks.

“why are you crying?”

“i just…” you pause, desperately searching for the words to explain how you’re feeling. adoration. warmth. devotion. none of them are good enough. not for him. you sigh, settling on the first thing that comes to mind; chiché at it is. “i love you. i love you so much.”

sunghoon’s smile grows as he pulls you even closer. “i love you too.”

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dirtyvulture · 5 months

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😎 I talked to my sister today on the phone and that made me so happy because I have been missing her terribly ( she had recently moved really really far away with her husband ) . But that has me thinking about SB and their sister, probably her SO and all of that ( with dear Nat mixed in as well. Now that she realizes that she’s in love and nearly lost SB she isn’t going anywhere) . So after the siblings reconnected and the birth of sisters baby ( and not to mention SB VERY NEARLY DYING) Sister and her family moved to be near SB and better able be in SB and Nat’s ( Nat may not see it yet but Sister and her family fully view her as wholly part of the family and basically views her and SB as practically married as they can clearly see how in love they both are and that the relationship is clearly going in that direction. Even when and especially when Nat and SB can’t see it) lives. So when SB was in the hospital and when they came home Sister was always there to help take care of SB , the sister is also a nurse(*) and was teaching Nat all the essential things that she needed to know in caring for SB. Because there is no way in hell after Nat was taught the necessities she was going to let nurses or doctors ( unless it was truly necessary to do so or if that nurse was SB’s sister) take care of HER BEEF 🥩 😤. Sister and Nat really bonded ( they already had an understanding and the start of a good relationship) and their relationship really solidified.

I am in love with the idea of Sister coming over and leaving her baby and SO to SB so She and Nat could have a girls night out together . And the SO and Beef already knew each other for a very long time before hand and do enjoy each other’s company so it isn’t awkward at all and of course SB is just loving on the baby. (*) The sister and her SO have been together since they were teenagers and are high school sweethearts. Beef is absolutely loving the fact that their two girls (Subject to change based on if vulture makes the SO or the sisters baby a girl. Or if vulture makes SB have a good relationship with their mom.) are together and get along so well. SB would NEVER call Nat their girl out aloud ( they have some self preservation and they are a himbo, not outright stupid) .

I am now asking about one Miss Yelena( fuck that middle name , I will butcher it) Belova because as we all know in any universe that Yelena is Nat’s sister. Nat loves that girl more than life it’s fucking self ( MCU’s Nat certainly did ) . Is Yelena in the Sergeant Beef Universe and is she Nat’s sister( biological or adoptive) ? Are Melina and Alexei her parents (biological or adoptive ) and what is that home life like ? I am in need of more background information like this so I can fully and more accurately formulate more thoughts on these things. If Yelena is still Nat’s sister is she still the younger sister and is the age difference still the same ( in the MCU Nat is five years older than Yelena) . I know in the comics they weren’t sisters and they had a more antagonistic relationship and were much more rivals than anything.

(* This is kinda based off my sister a bit . My sister is a nurse and she has been with her high school sweetheart husband since they were teenagers. So I have known her husband for a long time and I love him dearly as my brother in law. We enjoy each other’s company.)

Aww this is such a happy, cute headcanon. Loved this one. :)

I think once Nat warms up to SB's sister, they're truly going to be the bestest of friends. I feel like Nat doesn't have a lot of female friends, so until she meets the sister, she doesn't really have anyone who will go to a spa with her, or take her to get her hair done, stuff like that. And Nat doesn't realize how much she's wanted to do stuff like that until SB's sister happily takes her out. 🥺

Once Nat learns how to be a nurse, the entire hospital staff is forbidden from entering SB's room. 😂 I feel like there was one incident where a pretty nurse was helping wash SB, and SB was getting a little "excited" about it (not that they can really control that) and Nat saw and got so jealous. 😅😂

I think SB would be so happy too that Nat is getting along with their sister. Nat really does need friends/people to take her out of her work, and the sister is perfect for that.

Omg, I love Yelena! I've never given her any thought in this AU, to be honest lol. I suppose that is another thing to be explored, but for now all I can confirm is that Yelena does exist in the Sergeant Beef AU, and they were both adopted by Melina and Alexei basically from birth. Yelena also serves in the military, but not in the Army branch like Nat and SB. More to come. :)

And that's such a coincidence with your sister! My brother also moved far away from home, and he too is a nurse!

#😎 anon #vulture answers #sergeant beef au

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magicalgirlmascot · 7 months

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God I've been thinking about the KNPS Inika stuff a lot lately which is GARBAGE because that's not something that's happening for literal years in-universe and I have no idea if I'm ever going to write that stuff BUT ALSO if I don't get this stuff out of my head it's going to give me brain rot so here we go (spoilers for main KNPS fic ahoy)

So I figure they become Toa in their last year of high school. The former KNPS students have largely drifted apart by this point. They still see each other in classes and stuff, but with a few exceptions they kinda got their own lives away from each other once they weren't the only seven people their age that they knew. Some of them started hanging with the kids a year younger than them more once they got to high school, too, but largely they're kind of scattered. Takua and Jaller are still best friends, but Jaller and Hahli have drifted a lot, to the point where both of them have tried dating others. Hewkii and Macku, on the other hand, had a very tearful goodbye when he graduated, then a miserable year apart, and then they got back together when she got to high school and have been very happy together since, but now there's a lot of stress and anticipation for his upcoming high school graduation and what that might mean for them. Kongu has an entirely separate friend group, Nuparu too, and Matoro mostly hangs around the library with Kopeke. All of them, however, the ones from a year behind included, are still friends with Takua.

I haven't figured out all the logistics yet, but they still get struck by lightning and become Toa at some point. So they're having to go through their senior year of high school thrust back together with powers they don't understand or know how to control and their main mentor is Takua of all people.

Vakama has such a headache.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the Toa Mata are doing their own thing. Some of them have gotten married. Onua and Lewa bought a house that Onua has turned the entire front lawn of into a massive garden. There's also some large trees in the backyard that Lewa likes to sleep in, draped over the branches like a leopard. Vakama, Nokama, and Matau have long since moved in together. Onewa retired about a year ago but comes in to supply sometimes and he complains about it every time but won't take his name off the supply list.

Things have been quiet at Kini Nui since the events of the main fic, but trouble is brewing and our new Toa are just the team to deal with it. Maybe. Look I'm gonna be honest most of what I've been thinking about here has been character stuff and not plot stuff. Half of it has been shoving Matoro at various characters to figure out who I want to ship him with and picturing Nuparu in shop class because that's where I'm at as a person right now.

#bionicle #ficblogging #knps #my back hurts and i cant sit at my computer to write rn so yall get this youre welcome

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michygranger23 · 10 months

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ALRIGHT I FINISHED TO WATCHED IT!! (I think I only ever saw it once tbh, but it was so nice to see it again, made me realized some hidden details that lead up to the second movie and made me enjoy the jokes and artistic details this one has hehe). ANYWAYS ONTO THE RAMBLE WOOOOO!!!

"Discduo Spider-Man meet up. Part 1"

Alright so while watching the movie I was debating whether they meet in Dream's universe, Tommy's universe, or just end up dragged into a new universe with other Spider-Man's, which I'm choosing that last option.

So I'm thinking, both Dream and Tommy end up being dragged up from their respective universes and end up in the universe of Spider-Tubbo (who has been Spider-Man for 2 years by now)

Spider!Dream was fighting Doc Oc (Badboyhalo) when he was dragged into the other universe. Meanwhile, Spider!Tommy was fighting Electro (Foolish) when he also got snatched.

When discduo landed (which was at night and no fightning happening), they ended up in different areas of New York, and when they noticed that it wasn't their world, they quickly started their journey on how to get back to their universes.

Spider!Dream is a little bit anxious and paranoid about how he ended up here, but he's trying to follow his spider-sense to where it's trying to direct him to somewhere safe (or someone). Meanwhile, Spider!Tommy is cursing under his breathe about the situation and being very frustrated about this (deep down he's scared and confused, but he can't let himself feel that, he needs to stay calm so he can return home soon) the only thing from keeping him from cursing out loud is his spider-sense leading him to a place that can calm him down (or someone).

Spider!Dream arrives at a house in a cozy neighborhood (he took his mask off), and knocks on the door, Tubbo is the one that opens the door. Dream knew this wasn't the Tubbo he knew, so he was going to present himself, but then he feels his spider-sense going crazy, and he can also see Tubbo having the same reaction as him, that's when he realises that the Tubbo in this universe is the Spider-Man. Tubbo immediately pulls Dream inside the house, and asks him questions.

"So you're like me! In what part of New York did you land?"

"Uhm..I didn't see very wel-"

"What kind of special powers do you have? How's your universe like? Do you know me from where you're from?!"

"I'm..uh"

"That's enough Tubbo, I think you're gonna break him if you ask him too many questions so quickly"

Dream turns to see who was the person that talked, and he was surprised to see Technoblade standing in the living room (in his universe, they're friendly rivals that used to compete with each other in soccer in high-school, they became really good friends after that and have keep contact when they parted ways -he also has to fight his dad but we don't talk about that-) using a Spider-Man suit, with Techno's style ofc.

The both of them had their spider-sense going off as how it happened with Tubbo, Dream was going to say something but is quickly interrumpted by Puffy coming down the stairs (in this universe, Puffy is Tubbo's aunt)

"Oh, so we have another Spider-Man here then, alrighty then it's better if we head down to the base to have a more private conversation, I'm gonna bring some sandwiches and juice so you guys can eat and get to know the rest of the gang"

Dream is confused at the part of "rest of the gang" but he walks to where Tubbo and Techno are going. Tubbo moves a painting that's in the living room to the side to activate a botton, the coffe table in the middle of the room moves away to reveal a staircase down to what it looks like a modern room.

They head down the stairs and they're faced with a room that looks out of a sci-fi comic: gadgets and tools all around, some computers that are projecting some security footage from some parts of the city, whiteboards full of pictures and writing about criminals and possible solutions, etc.

As they enter Spider!Dream's spider-sense goes off again when the Spider-man's show up: BadboyHalo, Ranboo, Niki.

Spider!Dream almost attacks Bad out of instinct because in his universe he's a bad guy, but he's stopped by Tubbo really quick. Then they each present themselves, with their names, their Spider name, how their life was like very briefly and how they got here.

When it was Spider! Dream's turn to present his story (he only got to introduced his name and Spider title), Puffy came down the stairs with the food.

"Oh I see everyone's getting to know each other well, I'm very glad of that. Btw another Spider-Man came up rn so he should come down any minute now"

As soon as she finishes saying that someone came swinging down the stairs and snatched a sandwich and a juice from the tray and started eating it super quick while standing on the roof before coming down to the floor.

When he landed he unmasked himself and it revealed to be Tommy. As soon as Dream saw him his spider-sense started going off but in a way that was different from the others, like if his mind was making a connection to this version of his brother, feeling him like family even if he wasn't the one he knew.

As soon as Tommy landed eyes on Dream, his spider-sense started going off like crazy, recognizing this version of his big brother as another Spider-Man, but also feeling him as if a part of himself finally found the lost piece that was searching for, making a connection with him.

The both of them look very shocked and having different emotions in their faces, to say the least.

AND THAT'S IT FOR PART 1 WOOOOO!! I now understand that it's important to focus on one idea at a time to not feel overwhelmed for it to lose motivation on work in these ideas haha. I really had fun doing this and I can't wait to do the next part tomorrow!! Let me know what you think about this!!

#discduo #primeboys #tommyinnit #dreamblr #disc duo #prime boys #dream #dreblr #technoblade #niki nihachu #ranboo #tubbolive #badboyhalo #rivals duo #captain puffy #MichyAU #discduo Spider-Man AU

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gokartkid · 11 months

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we've been loving in silence

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brocedes im thinking normal-people esque.

like, lewis and nico are in a high school relationship, they've known each other for forever ever since they were kids, their parents are close, they've been on holidays together the whole deal but-- they're also childhood friends in that way where they fell apart somewhere in intermediate and early high school.

nico made different friends, lewis made different friends, they just stopped talking. they were never really friends at school either, they'd have a great time on the weekend but. again. they had separate groups

they start going out after they keep running into each other at parties in high school: they go off into quiet corners and end up talking for hours nursing warm beers and chatting about everything, nothing. one of these nights, someone leans forward -- dunno who, lewis or nico, and it doesn't really matter but they're kissing

they keep it secret and its painful. lewis doesn't want to be judged for dating nico (internalised homophobia and nico is just again. theyre part of different crowds. nico goes with it but its frustrating-- sometimes he just wants to talk to lewis at school but he knows he cant, they dont go anywhere in public together or if they do its not even fun because lewis is looking over his shoulder to see if theres anyone that they know.

they break up-- and its awful and messy and lewis tries to do it over the phone but nico is like you cant seriously be doing this i live 5 minutes away from you im coming over.

neither of them can even talk about it to anyone because again nobody KNEW (and people did know but they knew the vibe was. not tlaking about it, so they never brought it up. the secrecy never even mattered tragedy!) and its very licking your wounds why are you so moody and angry, ppl in their life being like. just TALK to us!

and then they just ignore it because they're going to different universities anyway (nico goes away, lewis stays near their hometown) except then nico transfers back because his dad has an illness and he wants to stay close to him. lewis hates bumping into him (he doesn't like who he used to be. he feels really bad for treating nico the way he did) but it comes off as him just hating nico.

nico is seeing someone who's-- just okay. lewis hates him. lewis also hates how okay his friends are with nico, and with the guy hes seeing (they were never homophobic, just normal guys. when nico comes to a party theyre at they back slap him say hey whats up ur back etc etc)

nico and the guy break up. long getting back together process -- theres a moment where lewis is like can we just be friends again. and then both of them are nervous about moving beyond that and possibly fucking it up again and then NEVER having each other in their lives

everyone around them can see whats going on but they cant moment. lewis thinks his parents r just being annoying asking after nico but they always knew and they care about lewis and they just want him to be happy etc. etc. (somewhere in here a rlly difficult coming out convo with his dad where theyre not making eye contact but in the end its all abt love)

and then yeah. they get back together and its the same but so different and theyre grown up!

#sorry. monster of an idea???????#brocedes #asks

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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"Stop calling me Gwen!" - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

SUMMARY: Peter has been your friend since the first day of high school, always getting in trouble together. Ever since you played in your school's rendition of Michael Gow's "Away", your friends have been calling you Gwen, which leads to an interesting incident when you all enter the multiverse.

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Right when you entered the room, arms full of random stuff Peter and Ned asked you to bring, the culprit himself looked up at you from some notes he had scattered on top of the table. To your surprise, he wasn't alone.

"Gwen!" Peter called out from the lab room. Upon hearing him yell your nickname, one of the other men looked at you with a bewildered expression. Something about you must have disappointed him since his expression quickly fell and the initial excitement left to be replaced by utter sadness. "I need your help."

"It's not my name," you sighed and walked towards him. "It was one school play, three years ago. Let me go, I'm begging you."

"He doesn't remember your name," MJ interjected, earning a bridling from Peter. She was just sitting on a spinning high chair, turning from one side to the other, idling and waiting for something to happen.

"I do!" he whined defensively. "It's just...it feels weird to call you that."

"Whatever," you said as you set down the pile of maybe-not-actually-rubbish on an empty table and looked at what Peter was doing. "Whatcha got there?"

"I think I'm overcomplicating it."

You leaned over his arm to see the vague blueprints written in rushed, shabby handwriting. Trying to decipher the enigmatic notes and adding some with a blunt pencil, you looked at the two strangers in the room every now and then. The taller of them sometimes looked at you too but appeared timid in his habit of avoiding your gaze. It seemed as if he had something to say like there was a burning question in his mind that he was still debating whether to ask. You didn't know if that was his intention but you started to feel a little tense. They were unfamiliar to you.

"Who are these guys, Peter?" you whispered.

"You're not gonna believe this, but they're me. Kind of. From different universes."

You stared at him for a moment with furrowed eyebrows. There was a lot to unpack in his statement and you were unsure which can of worms to open first. Each of them seemed equally bottomless.

"Like in Crisis on Two Earths?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Then who's the Evil Justice League?"

"Right, about that...We had them in Dr. Strange's basement and they, kind of, escaped."

The story was only becoming more complex and enigmatic as the metaphorical cans kept piling up and you haven't even heard its entirety yet. What the hell did he get himself into? Even better: what the hell did he do?

"Look, man, I love you and all that but you're, like, the worst superhero ever."

"Thanks," he answered with a visibly irritated expression.

You gave back the pencil to him and headed for the door, counting on the vending machine to still be working amidst another end of the world. Maybe it will even have diet Pepsi but let's not get too carried away - it's only the end of the world, not an inspection from the Department of Education.

Walking past the tall stranger, whom you have caught looking at you quite a few times by then, you noticed he was putting together a still over a burner that has been broken since you could remember. You tapped him on his shoulder and when he turned to look at you, he resembled a deer caught in the headlights.

Was his name Peter too? If they were the same person across different universes, they would have the same name, right? It's still the same guy, after all.

"This burner doesn't work, use the other one," you said as you vaguely pointed to the surface element farther to his right. He mumbled a "thanks" and began moving the half-done still.

You were about to turn around and continue your quest for the can of soda when he spoke to you:

"So...what is your name?"

"It's (Y/N). No one really calls me that, though."

"Why? It's pretty."

His comment sounded genuine and perhaps that's what made your cheeks even redder: he stated it like it was an obvious fact.

"Apparently, Gwen sticks better." You let out a defeated sigh. After three years of being called a different name, you could only shrug and carry on. No amount of correcting people ever worked.

"But (Y/N) fits better. You look like a (Y/N)."

"Do I now?" you asked with a hint of a giggle in your voice. Your amusement brought a smile to his face. "And what does a (Y/N) look like?"

He didn't answer. Peter's gaze remained in your face for a while longer before he silently returned to whatever he was doing.

Maybe that's exactly what you looked like to him - like the bright expression that wouldn't wash off his face. You didn't know it yet but it was a very humorous whim of the cosmos: that Peter, who wasn't the Peter, met a Gwen who wasn't Gwen.

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 months

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Shy!Phil (2) Masterlist

part one

First Date/Last Night (ao3) - DryCereal

Summary: Suddenly he wants to lay all his cards on the table, and see which ones Phil picks up.

Give Me A Spark, I'll Give You Explosions (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Phil is quiet and shy, silently pining. Dan is loud and flirty, and doesn’t care about labels. House parties and nail polish occur.

Here’s Hoping - adayinthelifeofphan

Summary: Phil starts at a new high school and Dan is Mr. Popular and he pretends to hate Phil while he secretly likes him.

Introverted Love - alienphan-blog

Summary: Phil is a shy, introverted teenager, with a fairly cynical outlook on everyone and everything. With his parents taking on new jobs, the Lester family are forced to move away from their home town and Phil to be thrown into a completely new environment: Boarding school. Dan Howell, having attended this school for quite some time, enjoys being alone in the comfort of his room and is thrown off when he has to share his dorm with the shy new student, Phil. How will events turn out?

losing inhibitions (ao3) - cadensaurus

Summary: So they're at a party and Dan gets it into his head to have a little fun and Phil's the shyer of them but not once you get a bit of alcohol into his system

Love Actually - fiction-phan

Summary: Dan and Phil are stand-ins for movies and meet during scenes that involve nakedness and sex simulation. On set, they become friends and fall for each other. In real life, both of them are painfully shy and struggle to ask each other out.

paint me in trust (ill be your best friend) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is clumsy and shy, Dan is much nicer than Phil thinks, and both of them are too awkward for their own good.

Patterns (ao3) - gravityplant

Summary: In which the university student Dan moves into his first apartment, completely alone in the world for the first time. The lack of friends he compensates with overworking. But then there's suddenly Phil. Charming, shy Phil, with the most childish smile Dan's ever witnessed. Suddenly nothing's ever the same.

Shy Kitty (ao3) - notebookofdreams

Summary: Dan’s a neko. Phil’s an introvert who’s addicted to coffee.

Take Me Out Instead (ao3) - amazinghiatus

Summary: Phil is a cute pizza boy, so dan keeps ordering pizza because he’s embarrassingly shy.

The Bassist (ao3) - Star4545

Summary: Phil is the shy bassist in Dan's favorite band.

The Hunter and The Hunted by phanmuffins

Summary: Phil is a shy, nerd at school who is constantly bullyed by Dan Howell. After a turn of events Dan starts writing notes to Phil and texting him. It is just a joke of does Dan really like Phil.

The Story Of Us (fanfiction.net) - strawberry4life

Summary: Phil, a quiet, shy 17-year-old boy. Meet Dan, a more outgoing, social 17-year-old boy. What these two boys don't realize is that once they meet... their whole lives will be changed forever...

This Is For You - waverlysangels

Summary: Shy!Phil buys a Christmas present for his neighbour, Dan

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phan #phanfic #shy #shy!phil #shy!phil masterlist

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Uh oh, I can't stop thinking about a Steddie Fleabag AU with Fleabag!Eddie and HotPriest!Steve (cw// drug and alcohol abuse, angst, no happy ending)

Like, Eddie's a total mess; drinking too much, high all the time, totally floundering. And the Party and the Corroded Coffin guys, they try to help, but Eddie's too far gone, working hard on alienating all the people who care about him.

On the upswing of his spiral, he reconnects with Steve Harrington, somehow a Catholic priest, which is mind-boggling, but wtf does Eddie know about King Steve post-high school? Or at any time, honestly? They start hanging out, shooting the shit, becoming friends, whatever. Steve is a good listener--maybe it's the priest thing--but he knows just when to push, when to back off, and he makes Eddie feel better. Makes Eddie feel seen in a way he's not sure anyone else ever has. It doesn't take long for Eddie to start having feelings, and if that isn't just the icing on the cake of his shitty existence. Falling for a straight dude who is also a fucking priest? Of all the luck.

Steve comes over after Eddie's had a shitty day. They hangout, put on a movie, have a few beers. It's a normal night, two dudes kicking back, total bros, until Steve tries to kiss him. Eddie is the one to move away, shocking himself. He's never been one to turn down sex, and this time it's with the hottest dude in the known universe? Plus, it does something to Eddie, Steve wanting to break his vows with him, but he doesn't actually want it like this. When they've been drinking, when he's had a bad day, when they're both vulnerable.

He waits a bit before showing up at Steve's church for confession. He knows he shouldn't; it's a stupid idea, but he can't stay away. He enters the booth, knows Steve is on the other side of the thin wood, starts talking. Admits he's doing this all wrong; isn't Catholic, doesn't know the words. Eddie tells all the terrible things he's done that brought him here, to this moment, to Steve. Ends it by sharing that he's falling for a guy he absolutely can't have, but he can't stop wanting.

Steve doesn't respond, and Eddie gets scared, knows he fucked up. But then the screen to the booth is opening, and Steve is there, sinking to his knees at Eddie's feet. They're kissing before Eddie has time to process, and now that it's happening wild horses dragging him away couldn't make him stop kissing Steve Harrington.

Steve takes him to bed, and there's no hesitation, no fear. Instead, Steve looks at Eddie with reverence, adoration, love, and Eddie is so, so fucked. There's no remorse, after. He rests his head on Steve's chest, as the priest explains what lead him from high school lothario to the seminary; all the regret and mistakes and fucked up shit that led Steve to the one place he found unconditional love. Eddie doesn't ask what comes next, for them, but allows himself a sliver of hope.

In the morning, Steve is all business when he tells Eddie he should go, and Eddie does, but leaves his heart crumbled in Steve's gentle hands.

He doesn't seek Steve out for a full week before he finds himself outside the church again. He's too scared to go in, just sits on a wooden bench outside, smoking one of the few cigarettes he allows himself. He takes a drag, closes his eyes, leans his head back, and when he opens them, Steve is taking a seat next to him. They share the cigarette in silence until Eddie says, "I love you."

Steve takes a drag, exhales, says, "It'll pass," with the smallest saddest smile. He lifts the cigarette back to his lips, quiet, but he puts a hand on top of Eddie's, squeezing. They lean into each other's orbit, foreheads almost touching, but then Steve is standing, walking away.

"See you on Sunday?" He quips. "Just kidding, you're never allowed in my church again." His eyes are wet.

Eddie waits for him to walk away, but he doesn't, not at first. He swallows, mouth opening and closing a few times before he says, "I love you too." He gives Eddie one last sad smile, before walking back towards the church.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fleabag #fleabag au #fleabag!eddie #hot priest!steve #mutual pining #angst #no happy ending #it's bittersweet #requited but hopeless love #i love you #it'll pass #eddie is a mess #steve is a catholic priest #i think i have to write an actual fic about this now #ficlet

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nonvaleniente · 2 years

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You could call me babe for the weekend // T. R. x Reader / Part 2

Pairing: Thomas x reader

Summary: They were each other's firsts. First relationship, first kiss, first sex and then ‒ first heartbreak. They both graduated high school and went on with their lives – Y/N went to university, became a semi-known author and moved into a different country. Thomas became an international rockstar, touring the world with his band. Now they're both back in Rome, reminiscing about the good old days.

Warnings: Still no smut, I'm sorryyyy. But since there's going to be one more part, that is definitely the one that's going to get spicyyy. Other than that, there are no warnings.

Hey! Welcome to the second part of the fic! Again, if you like it, please reblog and don't forget to give me some feedback. <3

Disclaimer: The name of this story comes from a Taylor Swift song " 'tis the damn season" . I do not own it, nor I am associated with her in any way, it just inspired me.

Part 1: https://nonvaleniente.tumblr.com/post/684515613981507584/you-could-call-me-babe-for-the-weekend-t-r-x

y/b/n = your book's name

You got out of the car and already saw the two girls hugging. They were both giggling and you almost felt awkward, ruining this moment for them. You slowly walked up to them with a quiet „Hey.“

„Omg, y/n!“ Vic pulled away from Isabella, immediately grabbing you into a hug.

It surprised you, to say the least. You weren't sure, how she felt about you, thinking that Thomas told her the worst things, once the two of you broke up. They were bestest of friends, after all, she might've known all of your dirtiest secrets.

„How are you, my favourite poet and barista in one? Feels like I haven't seen you in ages!“ she asked you, while brushing your arm slightly.

„It's pretty good. I'm happy to be home after a long time. Couldn't wait to meet all of you guys!“ you lied.

You weren't entirely sure, if you were happy to see them. More importantly, you didn't know if they wanted to see you.

„How is my favourite guitar player doing?“ you asked in response.

Vic gave you a confused look. „Um, he's going to be here soon, you should ask him yourself.“

Oh. OH. Then, it only hit you. She thought you were talking about Thomas.

„Oh, no, I meant my favourite bass guitar player – as in you, Victoria. I'm sorry, I'm tired from the roadtrip.“ You tried to explain yourself.

Vic gave you a smile and started walking towards the door, leading both of you in. „I mean, I'm pretty good. But you can still ask Thomas as well.“

„Nope, thanks, I'm good.“ You thought to yourself.

As you stopped in the hallway, to take your shoes off, Vic waited untill Isabella dissapeared into the house. After your friend was nowhere to be seen, she leaned in and started talking in a silent tone.

„But for real, you need to talk to him. When he heard, that you were going to be in town at the same time as us, he got weirdly excited,“ Victoria said to you.

You were stunned.

„Are you sure that you just didn't misread his behavior?“ you asked, not believing what she was saying.

Vic shifted all of her weight to her left leg, crossing her arms.

„Well, yeah, I thought that at first, too. But later that night, I caught him playing the song he wrote for you, when you were 16. You know, the one that included some of your verses. I knew, that something must be up with him. Maybe just a feeling of nostalgia hit him, maybe some of the old feelings came to the surface,“ the blonde girl explained to you.

This information hit you. You definitely knew, what song she was talking about. The lyrics was really cheesy and the chords were a mess, but it was still the most beautiful Valentine's day present you have ever gotten. Actually, Thomas was the only one who ever gave you presents for Valentine's. It was never anything big, or expensive, but you appreciated that even more.

You were probably overthinking this. He could've just wanted to look at his old songs and compare them to the new ones, to see his progress. Maybe he could've played it for the sake of nostalgia. It could have nothing to do with you.

After a few rounds of shots with your old friends, you relaxed a bit. You weren't anxiously looking at the door, waiting for Thomas to walk through.

You were actually enjoying the night and laughing while looking at old pictures. You read a few of your new poems, while the rest of the group listened to you. The remarks of how they always knew, that you would turn out to be an author based on your love for literature in high school were present all night. You were all taking turns cuddling Noodle and Chilli, then they both eventually fell asleep from all of the attention.

You dont smoke, except for parties and really stressful situations. But you suddenly felt the need to have a cigarette. When you asked around, nobody wanted to go with you at the moment. They were all invested in your old classmate Leo's story of his last disaster Tinder date.

So you asked for a cigarette from Vic and decided to go alone.

You inhaled the smoke and started coughing immediately, as you weren't used to smoking anymore.

As the smoke left your lips in a deep exhale, you looked up at the sky. There were a few stars, but nothing extraordinary. Still, you left your eyes glued to the beautiful dark blue mess.

„Can I join?“ someone interrupted your stargazing.

When you turned your sight down, you saw a slim figure with a shaggy haircut. Your eyes recognized the man.

It was none other than Thomas. You were already tipsy enough that his presence didnt make you nervous, nor did it make you feel awkward.

„Of course, come here,“ you smiled and invited him next to you politely.

Thomas took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit himself one on the way to stand next to you.

He took the smoke into his lungs and exhaled shortly after. „Do you want a hug?“ he asked out of nowhere.

You were already in a cuddly mood, so it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded your head and he pulled you in. The mixture of his cologne and sweat hit your nose, it was pleasantly surprising.

His embrace felt really comforting, kind of how you remembered it. You wanted to stay in the hug for a longer time, but didn't want to make it weird.

„So, how´s your life, you famous author? Would you mind signing my copy of y/b/n?“ Thomas asked, as he was getting out of the hug.

„You're the one to ask, rockstar. I can't believe you actually got the book,“ you were geniuenly sursprised. Thomas used to like your poetry, but since things went down between the two of you, you thought that he wouldn't read your work anymore.

„Of course, I do! I think that my favourite poem of yours is called Strings.“ Thomas looked you up and down.

You suddenly froze. You felt his piercing eyes looking right through you.

It was a poem that you wrote about him. About your high school romance and how it all went downhill. You used a really artsy and deep metaphor, comparing it to a set of broken guitar strings. Kind of a cliché, but you still liked it. And you thought that he would never find out. But it was painfully obvious that he was a muse for that one.

„Hey, I'm sorry, if it offended you or anything. I just needed to vent and that's what I use poetry for.“ y/n tried to defend herself.

Thomas just laughed. „Don't worry about it. Its not like I haven't written songs about you, that Damiano later decided were ´too edgy´ for us. You made me really emo, okay?“

„Oh god, did you join the Black parade?“ you jokingly asked.

„I certainly look like it,“ he replied, also with a little laugh.

You were exchanging a few words, talking about the band, your job, even gossiping about Vic's new girlfriend. Everything felt natural, althought you have already forgotten, how it feels to talk to Thomas.

He went to the trash can, to throw the cigarette butt out. As he turned back to you, he asked „hey, wanna go for a ride around the town?“

While riding through the night Rome, Thomas was silently humming along to a song, that was coming out of the radio.

You were looking out of the window, passing by countless shops and blinding lights. Suddenly, you broke off the silence between the two of you.

„Oh my god, I forgot to tell Bella that I left! She must be worried about me,“ you started panicking, looking for your phone.

Thomas just smiled.

„Dont worry about it. I texted Vic, when we left. She must've told her,“ he tried to assure you.

But what did he tell her? The panic didn't dissapear. In fact, this made you even more anxious. Did he text her something like: „Oh, just bumped into my ex on your porch. I'm stealing her form your party haha,“ or „Just met y/n, we're going for a ride, you know, as good exes do. Dont expect her to come back anytime soon.“

You were trying really hard to hide your anxiety over being the talk of the party. Your leg started shaking as a response and you couldn't control it. You saw Thomas reach his hand towards your thigh and he started slowly brushing it with his fingers.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You couldnvt form a sentence, even if you tried. It wasn't uncomfortable, you just didn't expect to have him touching you ever again. The way his long fingers brushed against your skin made you feel some type of way. Some type of heat took over your whole body.

He continued for the rest of the ride, while you both sat in silence, torturing you into thinking, this night was going in a different direction.

#maneskin fic #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi #thomas raggi fic #thomas raggi imagine

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sunasjellyfruit · 2 years

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College!Boyfriend Kenma Headcanons

So i have a few (they're a lot tbh) about Kenma cause after all he's my favourite haikyuu character so I'm just gonna leave them all here. This is really long ok? And it doesn't have an order, they're just a bunch of ideas in like, a mess.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

You two probably knew ach other from high school thanks to Kuroo but you weren't close to each other. As you started college you moved in with Kuroo (cause he was your bestfriend and the only one you knew who went to the same university). He used to invite Kenma over, to play videogames or to bring Tetsu home cause he was drunk.

So you two started talking again and discovered that you had lots of things in common.

You didn't know why you hadn't talked (or interacted) with Kenma before, you were made to compliment the other basically.

You two liked videogames, cats, sci-fic books, rainy days, warm drinks... You even knew his favourite brand of socks and his favourite pair at this point.

Alright so, one day when you woke up he was in your shared flat playing some videogames with Kuroo and you greeted them half asleep "Hey, good morning Tetsu, good morning Kenma. Do we still have greek yogurt?" Kenma nooded as a way to say hello and Kuroo looked at you two confused. "You two talk to each other now?" "Yeah, why?" You asked. "I just started to think that this day would neve come. And i ate the yogurt left last nigh, so go buy more."

Sometimes, when you had nothing else important to do, you called him to see if he had plans, which usually ended in you two hanging out to have a drink.

It wasnt akward even if you had only been close to each other for a few months. So it wasn't weird that you spent some afternoons in Kenma's flat with Kuroo.

One day, when you were having a studio session the three of you together (even if Kuroo was a year ahead of you), the older held his phone as if he had recieved a message and suddenly exclaimed "Oh shit, i had a date with my girlfriend, i have to go now. You two can stay together, you don't need me." And he run away. "Since when does he have a girlfriend?" You asked Kenma trying to hide a laughter. "He doesn't, I think he just wanted us to be alone."

And that was the beggining of you two spending time alone but in Kenma's house, which was much more private than just having a walk over the city.

Oh but you definitely weren't complaining, Kenma's company couldn't be better. He had a little kitten in his house and he didn't share his flat with other students, so you adored to spend time there.

And he? He was enchanted with you. He was probably in love even before you could notice. You were both young but you weren't teens anymore, so he was pretty sure about his feelings towards you.

Athough that doesn't mean he would tell you, we all know this boy :)

You had tons of dates (none of you called them dates, you called them "meetings" cause it sounded less couple-related) to do literally everything. Study, visit a new shop, have a coffee and go for a walk, relax from studying for hours, visiting a pet shelter, do the shopping in various supermarkets and grocery stores...

You spent so much time together in the university campus that everybody alredy knew that you two were together even before you both were. You also introduced him to some of your close friends that you had met in your course.

He's shy, we know it, but if he sees that those people are important for you he's going to try and be nice to them.

We don't know what career he has studied, but after the timeskip he's the CEO of a corporation, so i imagine that he studied business management and administration. But he's also a pro-gamer and a youtuber, so you can alredy imagine that the amount of free time that he has is pretty limited.

So you should be thankful that he spends so much time with you cause you're his precious friend >:(

He would be so delighted if you were studying something related to videogames, like programation or videogame animation. If your career was related to art he would praise your creations so much and he would be your nº1 supporter.

Okey so, his love confession wouldn't be until, at least, four or five months after you had started talking, and it would be something so soft and lovely.

One afternoon he asked you to help him cause he wanted to dye his hair again and he couldn't do it alone, and you were even more excited than him to do it. At this point you were, we could say, very in love with him.

So after a few hours of seeing the boy you liked looking like a sandwich with all those alluminium sheets on his hair, after having eaten some takeout you ordered and after taking a few pics together, when his hair was done you realised that it was pretty late.

"Do you wanna go to eat something? It's been almost four hours since we ate those burritos." He asked. "Only if you pay." You said with a smirk, and he smacked you shoulder playfully.

You two went to a small chinese restaurant, and after having dinner you two decided that the better option was to have a walk now that the moon was bright in the sky and it wasn't very cold.

It was something unexpected for both of you, but when he looked at you with that soft and tired smile, he coudn't help but mutter an almost audible "I like you". And when you looked at him and laughed faintly thinking that you misheard him. "What are you saying?" He went quiet for a second, thinking if it was a good idea, but courage filled him when you held his shoulder to look at his face. "I like you, a lot. And i can't think of those years before knowing you now, because you're too important in my life now. So, what do you say, would you let me be with you?"

Not gonna lie, i would cry if someone told me this.

"Is this real? Like, you're not fucking joking right?" You asked him, too nervous to even answer to his question, with a few tears in the corner of your eyes. "No of course not you idiot." He laughed holding your face. "Im seriously asking you out." "Alright, then yes. I mean, i accept. I like you too damn." You finally said, a big smile on yours and his lips. "Can i kiss you now?"

Yes you kissed, quite a few times actually.

Oh but this is not the end.

Not a lot of things changed in your relationship after that. Even if you two were (officially) dating now, you were alredy very close to each other.

The first week was probably very akward, but things got more comfortable over time, and soon you were one of those couples that everyone is envious. Not this cheesy and romantic couples, no, the type of couple in which you're very comfortable with your partner because you know and trust each other.

Kenma is not a big fan of PDA, so when you're out people will only see you two holding hands or walking by the others side.

Kuroo was not surprised about you two dating. "I hoped it, actually. You two are made for each other, i was surprised in high school when you two dind't use to talk." And it was true.

And you finally called your meetings as dates. Because if you met to study, you spent at least half of your time talking about your day or about funny things that happened that morning at the uni. Or if you met to play some videogames, now your seat was Kenma's lap and his arms were almost always around your waist (that if it was only the two of you, of course).

Oh and Kenma loves kisses. Forehead kisses, hand kisses, neck kisses... Everywhere. Your lips? His favourite place now. And if you backhug him he will melt.

He loves to feel your warmth when your arms are around him and he gets to hold you.

He might not seem like the type of person who would enjoy cuddles but he actually does. He would love to play with you, chase you around the house if you don't want to give him a kiss, lift you up out of nowhere just because he wanted, play with your hair just to end up braiding it...

Oh and that's another important point. If he ever sees you stressing over exams or studying, he's going to offer you a scalp massage, and if you want to he can also try some hairstyles (cause I bet he's incredibly good with hair in general) on your hair, it doesn't matter if you have long or short hair. He will also leave gentle kisses in your temple to help you to relax.

Again, if you're studying anything related to videogames and one night you call him to ask "Hey, do you wanna spend the entire night playing g/n (game name hehe)?" "You have to sleep you know?" He answered. "Let's say it's for research purposes." "Alright, come here now I miss you."

But even if you spend most part of the night glued to the TV screen with a controller on your hands, he will insist on stopping so you can get at least four hours of sleep because he cares about you.

And please, take care of him too. He probably has a lot of work, with his YouTube channel, his streaming sessions and his college career going on. I'm sure that some days he doesn't even stand from his desk, too focused with his studies and his "work" to notice that he has barely eaten. So in those moments, please make sure to bring him some food (even better if you've cooked it) and stay with him for a while.

At this point in your relationship you probably have the key to his appartament, but you would ring the door anyways to oblige him to stand up and walk just a few metters. And once you've feed you little boyfriend take him out for a walk, for twenty or thirty minutes, even if he doesn't want to. Brains have to take rest frequently, and it's not healthy to keep with the same activity for too long. (This applies for all of you people who read this <3)

In your first year aniversary (of dating ofc) you two would go to visit some near villages, to escape from the city at least for a day, but that night Kenma would insist on having dinner in the Chinese restaurant in which you two ate the night he asked you out.

There's literally no way you don't find this man in the university campus (if you're looking for him obviously) because of his fucking yellow converse. Okay, he doesn't like to stand out from the crowd, but he has a pair of bright yellow converse that he loves and there's no way you're not seeing them from the distance.

He also wears black combat boots, which sometimes makes him look intimidating when he wears them along with black oversized jackets (for people who can't picture it, like this) (I don't know why but Junkook's style fits Kenma to well in my mind)

Something that is stupidly funny is that he only owns socks with drawings. Like, there are no plain colour socks in his wardrove. All of them have pictures or things on them, like some frenc fries, a star wars theme, cats... And hardly any are black. So you can imagine how cute it is to see a big scary man all dressed in black oversized clothes, imponent combat boots and then when you arrive home and he takes them out you see a pair of pretty pink socks with sloths on them.

And he gets so mad if he loses any of them, he gets grumpy for the entire day.

Kenma has an habit of bringing you a coffee every morning, it took him two dates to learn which one were your favourite flavours, and every time you change your drink when you two go out, he writes the name on his mind to remember it in the future.

After being together for more than a year (and being in your second year of college) he gets more comfortable with PDA, small kisses, holding your hand to guide you, carrying your bag... But something he absolutely adores is when you hold his waist when you two are walking (you know, like that photo of Zendaya and Tom Holland) and it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

Once you two had a big fight (not so great as to end the relationship) but you ended up crying the entire day in Kuroo's arms while he tried to feed you. It had been because of a stupid thing, but you both were stressed those days and things escalated quickly. And you felt devastated for saying very mean things to Ken that he didn't deserve.

You felt so bad, it wasn't hard to make the decission of apologising. "Not yet, it's late and he might need some time to cool down. I wont let you go out until tomorrow morning." Kuroo decided, and even if you knew that it was the best decision it still made you cry because everything felt too much.

But in that moment someone knocked the door and when your bestfriend opened he found Kenma crying on the other side. "Is y/n inside? Please tell me she is." He murmured. "Wait, dude are you crying?" Kuroo asked. "I'm sorry okey?" Ken continued.

I think I don't need to say that you both hugged the other for almost half an hour while muttering "Im sorry's" and "It's okay's" You decided that you would talk about the problem once you calmed down, as you didn't want to leave things unclear.

Basically what i've been wanting to say is that Kenma is the softest boy ever and that I love him.

And his entire closet (except the socks of course) is your closet now, you don't even need to ask at this point.

His followers and the people who watch his videos ended up knowing about your relationship when you appeared in the back of the screen when he was on live and someone asked jokingly if you were his partner. "Yeah, they're my partner" he answered completely unbothered. He also post sometimes pics of you on his social media, so we could say that you've become quite famous even without trying.

Kenma is probably very good at cooking as he lives alone, but he's too lazy to prepare food most of the time so he always orders take-out. But he loves to do shopping dates with you, and he buys food for almost an entire family.

Once you finish your second year (the time when Kuroo had finished his third year which meant that he had finished his career) he asked you to move in with him. One night, when you two where comfortably on his bed, wrapped around his blanket and hearing the muffled purrs of his cat. You were almost asleep and he was hugging you when he asked you, which woke you up immediately.

Of course you agreed, you were going to live alone after all cause Kuroo was moving to another part of the city. And you coudn't think of a better idea than living with the one who probably was the love of your life. Or at least thats what you felt in that moment, and his heart was feeling the same.

You didn't exactly moved into his flat, because together you rented another one a bit bigger. You dedicated a few days to go shopping together to buy things that you might need.

Or not need exaclty, but wanted. Did you need a cereal dispenser? No but it looked pretty on the kitchen. It was so exciting to buy new things together. In the end you felt a bit guilty cause he paid for everything, but Ken loved to spoil you.

You were his precious s/o, his lover, his everything at this point.

Oh and I haven't mentioned petnames, but he mostly uses darling, pretty boy/girl or just your name.

I'm going to stop here cause this is alredy too long and im tired but I love him sm :(

#It's almost one a.m. wtf i should be sleeping.#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #hq headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu kenma headcanons #hq kenma #hq kenma headcanons #headcanons #anime

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dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

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Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.

This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?

From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.

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milkybonya · 3 years

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i'm not the same boy you knew back then

Warnings: food mentions and some angst, party mentions

Pairing: Yedam x (gn)reader

Summary: where Yedam broke your heart in high school because he didn't know how to act but now he's desperately in love with you and wishes you still felt the same :")

word count: 5.8k

inspired by Walls by All Time Low (it has explicit language! be careful~~i've put a link for it at the veryyy end of this fic)

[a/n]: I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY FOR THE FLASHBACK PART OF THIS OML I'M SORRY FOR THE CHAOS AND MESS BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Hey there it's good to see you again, It never felt right calling this "just friends". I'm happy, if you're happy, with yourself.

"Isn't that Yedam?" your friend, sat beside you, asks. They point to somewhere behind your head, and naturally, you turn around to follow their finger with your eyes.

As the doors to the lecture hall swing shut, a familiar boy begins to walk quickly down the steps. While grinning, he decides on a spot near the back, far away from your almost front-row seat. You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding and face the front.

"Since when did he go to our university?" your friend asks, also facing the front now.

"I have no clue," you admit.

You'd purposely accepted an offer at a faraway university to avoid having to see Yedam ever again after high school. High school had become one of the worst times of your life thanks to him.

Yedam's pov

As soon as I enter the hall, I find [y/n] with my eyes immediately. They look at me with a mix of shock, disgust and hatred, but seeing them fills me with so much joy that I can't help but smile.

Deciding not to bother them, I pick a spot near the back and sit down. I wonder to myself if switching to [y/n]'s school was the right choice...

[y/n]'s pov

It was obvious you were too much for me. Oblivious, I was young

Back in high school, you had the fattest crush on one of the school's most popular kids, and you hated yourself for it. It wasn't like you could control your feelings... but your heart was set on him. His smile made you feel so warm and you felt happy despite him not having the slightest clue who you were. You always watched him from afar, peering at him as he walked into the classroom while waving at all of his friends before taking a seat at the back.

By some chance, you got paired with him for an assignment. You thought he would be disappointed, since he had never spoken to you, but contrary to his somewhat intimidating aura as a result of him being a popular kid, he smiled warmly at you as you introduced yourself.

"I know you're [y/n]," he said quietly, looking down at the assignment instructions in front of him.

"How do you know?" you asked him.

He looked up and leaned in closer to you to whisper into your ear, only after being sure that no one was watching.

"It may not seem like it, but I do know my classmates."

When he moved back, he flashed you a grin before returning to the assignment instructions again. Your heartbeat was flooding your ears.

After meeting up several times to do the research and plan out the presentation together, you and Yedam somehow grew closer. You had always thought he was some sort of chic, cool guy, but he turned out to be super soft and sweet. The two of you laughed at each other's dumb jokes and procrastinated late into the night sometimes, only beginning your work when the café was about to close.

On one of those days, Yedam asked if you wanted to go to his place to finish the assignment.

"It's due in two weeks and we still have so much to do... plus we're so busy that we can only meet once a week," he explained, pouting slightly.

You agreed, feeling somewhat nervous and excited at the prospect of going to your crush's house for the first time.

His parents were home but asleep as it was late for them, so the two of you quietly went to his room.

In-between muffled giggles and late-night snacks, the two of you managed to get a lot of work done before you felt as though you'd hit your limit. After yawning and stretching, you told Yedam that it was time you went home.

"Do you live far from here?" he asked you.

You, in fact, did live quite far from his house, but you felt bad telling him this, so you lied and told him you lived close by.

He pouted and looked down.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to just sleep here... but I guess it makes sense for you to go home," he said, helping you pack up your things.

Yedam... wanted you to stay the night? How could you miss such an opportunity! Your crush! Wanted you to stay the night!!

Yedam noticed that you'd stopped moving, holding your pencil case in your hand as you thought about what to say.

"Is everything okay?" he asked you.

"Yeah... I actually... live kind of far," you mumbled, not wanting him to get mad at you for lying.

"You do? Then why did you say you live close by?" he asked, also taking his hands away from your backpack.

"I didn't want you to walk me home or anything," you explained. Yedam smiled at you, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about it now... do you have any clothes to change into?"

"Just my gym clothes... but they're dirty," you told him, shyly.

"Do you want to take something of mine to wear?" he asked you, already standing up to look through his closet without waiting for your answer.

You were going to say no, again, not wanting to bother him, but he had already pulled out some of his comfier clothes for you to wear.

After changing into them and walking back into his room, you avoided Yedam's eyes as he quietly lost his mind over how cute you looked.

"Um, so..." Yedam started, scratching the back of his neck.

"Would you be okay with sleeping in my bed? I'll go sleep in the livingroom-"

"No, no! I'll go sleep there-"

"No, I can't let a guest sleep on the couch!"

Both of you sighed, not being able to win against one another.

"Listen, it's either you sleep in my room and I go to the livingroom, or we both sleep in my bed," he said, pointing to his bed behind you.

You froze, trying to consider your options as your heartbeat grew louder.

"Well... I guess we're both sleeping here then," you said, in a tone that tried to sound confident but was a little shaky.

You plopped yourself face first into the bed to hide from your embarrassment, feeling the bed shift a few seconds later as Yedam joined you.

"Scooch over towards the wall. I'll sleep on this side so you won't fall off the bed at night," he said, pointing to the side of his bed that faced the rest of his room. You smiled at Yedam's kind gesture as you moved over.

He had turned off the light and it was dark now, and both of you lay side-by-side on your backs, staring up at the ceiling.

"Are you... asleep?" he asked you quietly a while later. You shook your head at first, but then realized he couldn't see you. So you said a quiet "no".

You felt Yedam shift as he turned to face you. You carefully turned your head towards him too, wondering what he was up to. It was hard to see in the dark, but he was just admiring your face. You looked away, feeling embarrassed, until you felt him shuffling closer to you.

It was a little nerve-wracking watching his figure tower over you in the dark. Blinking up at him, you parted your lips to ask him what he was doing, but he spoke first.

"Am I allowed to... kiss you?" he asked, quietly looking down at you.

Yedam... wants to ???? Your crush wanted-

You found yourself nodding before your thoughts could entirely be processed, and watched as Yedam lowered himself onto you with a small smile. His heart soared as he watched your reaction -- your eyes were squeezed shut so tightly out of nervousness.

Before his soft lips met yours, he found your hand under the blankets and held it in an attempt to ease you of your nervousness. He didn't know that it only made your stomach feel the effects even more intensely.

Your lips touched for only a moment, but it felt like a whole eternity. When he pulled away, he moved off of you quickly and shuffled over to his side of the bed again.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, looking away from you. You were confused.

"What's wrong?" you asked him.

"I... I was supposed to tell you I like you first but then now you're right beside me--wait not that I like you... wait I mean I do, but I didn't want to tell you like this--"

Hearing his unsure confession was all the confidence you needed to pull him closer, accidentally tightening his hoodie strings as you pulled him in to carefully press your lips against his again. He completely melted into your hands, then, wrapping an arm around your back and holding you close.

That was probably one of the last good memories you have of him.

After that, Yedam turned into a different person the next morning, avoiding your eyes and missing any trace of a smile on his face as he pushed a plate of breakfast towards you.

"Let's not walk to school together, okay? I'll be leaving first," he told you, leaving you alone in his own house.

You had no clue what was going on and no appetite to eat. After waiting a few minutes, you walked to school after him. You had no idea how to even get to school from his house, so after getting lost and arriving late, you finally managed to make it.

When you tried to approach him in class, he would turn his back on you and ignore you. It made you feel so small that you stopped even trying.

It was really hard for you to show up to school after that, because of how terrible you felt, but you still tried your best. Your friends knew something was wrong and they did their best to help you, but it didn't stop you from thinking about Yedam and why he was acting so strangely.

Until he texted you one day in the middle of class, asking you to meet him in an empty classroom.

You told yourself you shouldn't pay him any attention, especially after he ghosted you like that, but you still followed after him, curious to see what excuse he would give you.

In the classroom, you couldn't see anyone, so you thought Yedam hadn't arrived yet until you heard him call out your name from behind a file cabinet. By the windows.

"Come here, [y/n]," he said, motioning for you to approach him. He was smiling at you again, just like he did on those days when you'd study with him in the café. You told yourself to just turn around and leave, but your feet guided you to him.

You frowned up at him.

"What the heck have you been doing?" you asked him, tears already threatening to leave your eyes.

"[y/n], I-I'm sorry... you know how it is for me, with my popular reputation. Some kids saw us at the café and posted pictures of us, saying that I was going around dating a loser-"

He was holding onto your hands while wearing a pitiful expression, but you coldly pushed him away after hearing him out.

"So you've been acting weird because I'm tainting your reputation? Yedam, we never even dated! You gave me some... half-assed confession and... kissed me in the middle of the night and then ghosted me," you told him, sternly.

"I know, I'm sorry... It's so pathetic but I really do like you... I'm just really bad at this, I know, but I'm telling you now I like you-"

"In an empty classroom. Behind a file cabinet."

"Please, [y/n]. Date me for real... I promise I won't let you down."

You and your kind, innocent heart believed his promise. You believed him because his eyes were sparkling and he was holding onto you so tightly.

Yedam told you that you had to date him in secret, and that was just one of many red flags. He explained that if his friends found out, he would be teased and you would be hurt by their words, too. Nonetheless, you agreed. At school, you never spoke to him. All you got were stolen glances, Yedam winking at you every time you turned around in your seat. Somehow, that was enough to make your heart flutter.

You could only see each other in each other's homes, since even the risk of being caught out on a date was too much for Yedam to handle. The two of you would intertwine hands while watching a movie. You'd rest your head on Yedam's shoulder, or sometimes he would rest his head in your lap and you would gently stroke his hair, watching as his eyes squeezed shut tightly while he indulged in the feeling of your love.

Sometimes the two of you would listen to music together, quietly sharing earphones while staring out the window.

Sometimes you would just talk for hours into the night.

Yedam's smile would never leave his face when he was with you.

Except for when he was at school.

And you could handle it. At least you thought you could, until the final straw.

For Yedam's birthday, a few of his friends had gathered in his home, celebrating. You were also invited, of course, after you begged Yedam to let you come. He had told his friends that he invited you as a gesture of thanks for working on the assignment with him... it broke your heart to hear this lie, but you shrugged it off, again.

Everyone was feeling excited as they all started a game of spin-the-bottle. You felt incredibly out of place and already angry, even more so upon seeing a girl getting all handsy with Yedam, stroking his thigh with her hand and playing with his hair. She was constantly glued to him, but you shrugged it off, again.

After the bottle's mouth faced Yedam, the girl beside him dared him to kiss someone. How childish, you thought to yourself. You watched as Yedam locked eyes with you and started to stand up, making his way towards you with a small smile, but the girl beside him stopped him.

"Where are you going, damie? Isn't it me who you should kiss?"

Yedam looked back at her and then at you.

"I-"

"C'mon, it's your birthday!" she said, dragging him back down.

That literally is not an excuse and makes no sense, you scoffed to yourself, rolling your eyes.

The next few moments were a blur, but Yedam ended up kissing her and you felt like a piece of paper being torn in two. We can't even look at each other in public, you thought to yourself. You fought back tears and got up to leave. No one seemed to mind or care about where you were going, since none of these people were your friends anyway. Even Yedam was preoccupied, his lips on the mouth of this other girl.

You couldn't just shrug things off anymore. This was it. Now, it was your turn to ghost Yedam.

You hadn't told him, but your family were planning to move to another city soon. You told them to plan the move for earlier so you could leave that dreaded place and leave Yedam. Ignoring all his calls and texts, you transferred out the next week, and that was that.

I'm gonna break down these walls, I built around myself. I wanna fall so in love, with you, and no one else, Could ever mean half as much, to me as you do now. Together we'll move on, just don't turn around, Let the walls break down.

You can't focus in lecture as everything that happened with Yedam flashes before your eyes. Just as you're starting to live a normal life without him, he has to show up and allow of the trauma to resurface.

As soon as your class ends, you quickly pack your bags. Your friend does the same, understanding exactly what is going on. But it seems like Yedam and his feet move a little faster.

Just as you're about to leave your row, you look up to find Yedam standing at the end of it, a small smile on his face.

You sigh and turn around, telling your friend to do the same so you can leave through the other side. But Yedam just follows behind you quietly. He doesn't say a word and just follows you as you and your friend as you leave the lecture hall to go to your next class.

Suddenly, you stop. Your friend and Yedam stop, too.

You turn around, your fist clenched into a tight ball.

"Yedam, can you please stop following me? Do you not have classes of your own or things to do? Please leave me alone," you told him, turning your back on him again and walking forward.

Your friend didn't follow you, though, but looked back and forth between you and Yedam. So lost in your thoughts, you walk to class on your own, not noticing that your friend isn't following you.

Yedam's pov

After they say those words and leave, I feel my heart breaking in two. Of course I know how much I've hurt [y/n], but their words make me realize that I'll never be able to completely understand. I almost start crying right there and then...

"Yedam, right?" their friend asks me. I look at them and nod, confused.

"Listen, [y/n] hates your guts. They're not going to talk to you and hear you out, so I'll do it instead. I know [y/n] might regret it if they don't hear you out, even if they don't want to."

I smile at [y/n]'s friend. That sounds exactly like [y/n]...

"You've probably heard a lot of awful things about me, and it's all true. But... [y/n] probably didn't tell you about those nights we spent in each other's rooms... the times that we did get to spend with each other alone.... sorry, what I'm trying to say is that I've always loved [y/n]. Not even 'like', but I've always loved them. And I don't think I'll be able to stop... I know I was such a terrible boyfriend back then. I don't think I can say I even was much of a boyfriend... but I've changed. I can promise that I've changed. I know it must be so arrogant of me to ask if they'll give me another chance but..."

I trail off, my brain shutting down as I struggle to find anymore words to express myself. [y/n]'s friend nods after I trail off.

"I see... well, I've heard about your promises. I heard they couldn't be trusted but if you've changed, then maybe that has changed, too. [y/n] has a really kind heart, but I won't let them date a jerk ever again. So unless we both know for sure that you're different now, we are not letting you date them."

With that, [y/n]'s friend walks away and leaves me there.

[y/n]'s pov

In class, you feel completely empty, unsure of how to feel. You only notice that your friend had not been beside you this entire time when they take a seat in the spot beside you, apologizing that they're late.

"Where were you?" you ask them, looking up as they sit down.

"I was talking to Yedam," your friend tells you, never one to lie.

Your face fills with disgust at the mention of his name.

"Why would you do that?" you whisper loudly, causing some heads in the lecture hall to turn your way. You mumble an apology before returning to your friend.

"I wanted to hear him out," they say, casually opening up their notes.

"What did he say?"

"So you are interested, huh?" they ask you, teasing.

"No, I'm not!"

"I know, calm down! He just said something along the lines of how he's always loved you and does now, too, and that he's changed--"

"That is the most garbage thing I've ever heard," you say, interrupting your friend with a scoff. They smile, shaking their head at you.

When you return to your dorm after all your classes, you find a small gift bag hanging on the door knob to your room. Curious, you pick it up and notice it has your name written on the side.

You could recognize that handwriting from a mile away.

As if it's the side of a hot pan, you drop it, watching its contents spill to the ground. A pack of your favourite snack falls out, along with a neatly handwritten note, a CD player and earphones.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to look, you tell yourself.

Picking everything up and walking into your room, you sit on your bed and read the note over.

[y/n]!! ah, it doesn't make sense for me to be cute or excited in this note, does it? >.< please forgive me.... i'm a little nervous... here is that snack that you've always loved... do you still love it now, too? and here is something that i wrote for you~it's on the CD. just press play and i'll let the song do the talking... i wrote this after you disappeared.

- yedam

This song better be god tier if he's coming to leave it at my door, you think to yourself.

As the song fills your ears, it seems to fill your empty heart too. You can tell it's full of Yedam's sincere feelings and thoughts... or he's just doing a good job of acting while singing. You can't seem to tell, but you still tear up a little.

You hear the door to your room swing open, as your friend, who also happens to be your roommate, barges in.

"What are you up to?" they ask, placing some things on their desk. They turn around immediately when they hear you sniffling.

"ARE YOU CRYING?" they shout, sitting beside you and wrapping their arms around you.

"This... song... Yedam..." you croak, just handing them the earphones.

When they listen to it, they also go quiet.

"It sounds really sincere..." your friend tells you, quietly.

"I'm not the only one who feels that way?" you ask your friend, looking at them.

"You know him better than I do, so you're probably right," they tell you, standing up.

"Why did this boy have to show up and make a mess of my life again," you groan, hiding your face in your hands.

"Well, I have just the solution! I know you're probably going to think about him and not get any work done anyway, so should we just go to a party?!" your friend tells you, jumping up and down.

"A party?" you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

"It'll help you stop thinking about him! Please, we never went to any parties last year!! Let's go, just this once!" they beg.

After thinking it over, you agree. What's the worst that could happen?

Wearing one of your favourite fits and feeling good, you walk alongside your friend, who already has a groove in their step as the two of you make your way to the house where the party is set to be held. It isn't that hard to find, since you're just following the bright lights and loud music in the distance. It's a wonder the people in that house aren't being arrested for causing such a ruckus...

Finally there, you step inside and try not to bump into any weird people. The music is so loud its deafening, and you shrivel up at the sound of it. Your friend wraps their arm around you, pulling you in close and guiding you to the snack/drink area so you can take what you need and go to a quieter place.

Your friend did beg you to come today, so they won't force you to dance or do any things you don't want to do...

Now equipped with everything you need, you make your way to the basement, where it's a lot quieter despite being so busy.

"How's this for a change?" your friend asks you, grooving along to the distant sound of the music from upstairs.

"It seems like you want to dance," you tell your friend.

They shake their head.

"I'll stay with you toniiiiiight!" they cheer, hugging you tightly. You laugh.

"It's fine, just go up! The crowd doesn't seem too scary or weird down here," you tell them as you watch two people play mario kart in front of a TV.

After asking you 1000 times if it's really okay, they leave you there with a drink in your hand. You continue watching the two people playing mario kart, secretly rooting for the boy in orange because his fit looks really nice, even if you're only looking from the back.

He ends up losing and you let out a "noooo!" loud enough for the two to hear. When they turn around, you discover that the boy in orange had been Yedam all along!

I take back rooting for him... he deserved to lose!

Widening your eyes at the sight of him, you quickly turn away and try to navigate your way towards another room. To your surprise, as soon as you walk in, Yedam is in there, holding the door open at the other end and panting.

"[y/n]," he calls out softly, smiling slightly. You can tell he's testing the waters and wondering how to react.

You try to walk out of the room, but the door behind you has been shut by some drunken idiot! He's pressed up against the frame and no matter how much you push, the door just won't open.

"[y/n], if you want to leave, it's okay. I don't want to bother you," Yedam tells you, stepping aside from the other door and motioning for you to walk through.

You sigh.

"No, it's fine. I guess we're here for a reason now, or something," you mumble, sliding down the wall until you're in a comfortable sitting position.

Yedam smiles, closing the door behind him.

"Still caught up in all that destiny stuff?" he asks you, joining you in sitting on the ground but also keeping his distance.

You scoff in response. How does this kid remember everything about me?

"So... what are you doing in my house?' he asks you.

"Your.... house?"

"Yeah, this is my house. You didn't know?" he asks you, looking bewildered.

You think about your friend. They must have brought you here while knowing it was Yedam's house...

"Um... nevermind that. How... have you been?" Yedam asks you, wringing his hands.

"Me? I've been doing great until now. How about you?" you spit out your words sarcastically, but Yedam doesn't seem to mind.

"I've been... well... I'm not sure. It would be cheesy for me to say I've been feeling lost without you, but that's kind of how it is," he tells you, chuckling nervously.

"Yeah, super cheesy. It also doesn't make sense, Yedam," you tell him, avoiding his eyes.

"I know it doesn't, but to me it does. I know our relationship was a mess, but those times that we spent together were... something else. Probably some of the best times of my life, honestly," he tells you.

"And why... are you telling me this?" you ask him, curious to see how he'll respond.

"Because I know I'm in the wrong and there's no excuse for my past childishness, but... I've missed you. And I still do. I know I was really caught up in my reputation back then and I didn't open myself up to you properly, but I want to do that now."

He runs his fingers through his hair, and something inside you turns. You didn't realize just how much you loved it when Yedam did that until now... he looks so pretty--

No. What are you thinking?!

"I haven't missed you though, Yedam," you say.

He smiles sadly.

"I know. And there's no reason for you to. But I'm just... asking for a second chance in case you think there's anything left."

You gulp and look up at the ceiling. You hadn't even considered the possibility of dating Yedam again, but talking with him now is different. He's less cautious and seems to be a lot more comfortable with you.

Someone knocks on the door behind Yedam and Yedam tells them to come in.

"Oh, am I interrupting?" the boy asks, slowly backing away.

"It's fine, I'm just talking to [y/n]," Yedam says with a smile, gesturing towards you. You greet the boy and his eyes light up.

"[y/n]?! The one you always tell me about? Gosh... it's so nice to meet you!" the boy says, shaking your hand and sitting down in front of you.

"You put up with a lot of Yedam's antics, I've heard," he says, laughing. Yedam laughs along, but you're still in shock.

Yedam had never told anyone about you... but now this random boy knows everything?

"It was more than antics. I was... really bad to [y/n]. I'm surprised they haven't left yet," Yedam admits, leaning back.

"I transferred to your old high school after you transferred out, and this boy was always sad. He didn't talk to anyone but me, only because the teacher asked him to show me around. He told me everything about you and eventually told the rest of his friends, too. You were his biggest and only heartbreak... I swear everyone at our school knows about you," the boy explains.

"What did you tell them?" you ask Yedam.

"He told us how he had been dating you in secret because he was afraid to ruin his popularity, but that he regrets it a lot. A lot of his friends left him after finding out you dated Yedam," the boy explains. Yedam nods along.

You're in shock. The boy who was so secretive and insecure exposed himself as a heartbreaker?

"Anyways, I'm sorry to be interrupting. I'll leave now!" the boy says, standing up and closing the door behind him.

"You... told everyone?" you ask Yedam. He nods.

"I feel like it was the only thing I could do for you. You deserved to be known as the one who held my heart," he says, holding his chest and laughing at his own cheesy words.

You find yourself laughing along and loosening up.

A moment of silence stretches between the two of you, and Yedam breaks it by standing up.

"Do you wanna play mario kart with me? You seemed to be having fun watching," Yedam asks you quietly.

You nod, also standing up.

The two of you play for about an hour, screaming and yelling at the TV just like you used to in your bedroom when you'd play games together.

"I won!" you declare in glee, turning to Yedam to do your signature high five with him. His hands meet yours, and you only realize what you're doing only after its already happened. You awkwardly move your hands away, facing the screen again.

"I'm sorry..." you mumble.

"No, I'm sorry! It's really okay, [y/n]... if you feel uncomfortable around me, you don't have to--"

"Your song touched me a lot, Yedam. And now I feel like... I want to try again. Just like this game," you say, pointing to the screen that has try again written in the corner.

"Are you sure?" he asks you, slowly.

You nod, deciding you've made up your mind. You've seen a lot of green flags already -- enough to decide that it's okay to move forward.

Yedam smiles and looks down at his lap. Then his head lifts up quickly, his eyes lighting up.

"I can take you to that café you always wanted to go! They have one in this city... and there's a museum next to it too! Do you want to go there? I.."

As he continues talking, you realize that all of the things he's saying he wants to do were things that you never did with Yedam, even after one year of dating him. It was always stay-at-home dates and ignore-each-other-when-we're-at-school. Somehow, you feel excited, wondering what things will be like.

"[y/n]! I've been looking everywhere for--oh, Yedam? Hi!" your friend greets you both.

"Did you have fun dancing?" you ask them. They nod, pointing to Yedam with their eyes.

You get up and whisper into your friend's ear.

"We have a lot to talk about, but I think..."

Your friend doesn't even wait for you to finish before they say, "well, I have to leave early now. Yedam, can you walk [y/n] home? Great, thanks!"

With that, they disappear and you shake your head at your friend's strange behaviour.

Yedam is all smiley while still sitting on the ground.

"Do I get to walk you home now?" he asks you, standing up.

"I wonder what would've happened if you walked me home that day, too..." you mumble, thinking about the day you slept over at Yedam's in the same bed as him.

"What, do you want to sleep over today, too?" he asks you.

You shake your head.

"I don't want things to turn out like that again."

"You mean, you don't want me to kiss you like I did then?" Yedam teases you, sending you a wink.

"You--shut up!" you yell, chasing after him with a pillow.

This boy literally broke my heart, you think to yourself. He is testing his limits...

After you both calm down, Yedam walks you home. It's a little quiet at first, until Yedam speaks.

"Can... I hold your hand?" he asks you.

"This soon?" you say, still grabbing his hand anyway. He looks down at your hand in his and smiles.

"Yeah... you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this for," he admits, swinging your arm up and down as you walk.

You shake your head at him.

"Let's run!" Yedam declares, racing forward with your hand in his. You trail behind him, the sound of laughter escaping your lips and ringing in Yedam's ears. It leaves a bright blush on his face as he thinks to himself about how much he's missed your laughter.

The two of you slow down, panting.

"I'm so tired," Yedam wheezes, laughing at how weird he sounds.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" you tease him. He raises his eyebrows at the comment. Maybe it's the adrenaline from all the running or the feeling of the night air, but a courage surges through you as you snake your hand around the back of his head and pull him towards you, pressing his warm lips to yours.

You pull away shortly after, feeling breathless again. A blush dusts Yedam's cheeks as he stares at you with wide eyes.

Your own stomach is full of butterflies, but you ignore it and walk forward.

"Are you not coming?" you yell to the boy behind you. He laughs and chases after you.

[a/n]: i just want to say that i do not condone getting back together with a toxic ex so soon... i was just really excited while writing and sped up the plot >.< but don't ever get back with someone who has hurt you unless you are 100% sure! please take care of yourself!!

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ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x fem! reader)

ೃ tags: college/modern au, fluff, humor, love at first sight cliché, mikasa is your cute little sister, armin, sasha, jean, and connie are your besties, and eren is a himbo who works hard and has terrible friends.

ೃ warnings: strong language and mild suggestive content

ೃ part 1/??? of my (eren x reader) college au!

ೃ word count: 3000 words

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist

ೃ This is my very first snk x reader fic! so i hope you bear with some errors! qwq

i’ve been following the anime ever since it was released in 2013, and this is the first time i’m going to be writing for it. this month’s manga chapter really took me out so why not channel my sadness thru writing an fluff! eren fic? 🤧 i hope you enjoy either way!

ೃ please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!)

ೃ in which (Y/N) (L/N), 20, still in school, and regretfully-unregretfully-her little girl scout sister's assistant, meets eren jaeger in an embarrassing too innocent door-to-door cookie sale whilst a humiliating party was going on.

cookies, suspicious maybe-maybe-not pot brownies, meddling little sisters and friends, “oh my god they were roommates” vine on replay 24/7, homework, tears, and fairy lights bring them together.

“I’m going to enter now.”

“Ahhh yes, please!”

“Shut up, please.” Eren muttered to himself as he tossed and turned around in his bed, but still couldn’t get to sleep. “When will they ever stop doing this?” Why did Eren’s next-door roommate and his girlfriend have to do this five times a day? They had a lot of stamina for 21-year-olds who didn’t have anything better to do.

Eren’s thoughts eventually brought him to his parents.

His parents- did they even exist?

For pretty much 14 years of Eren’s life, they had been out of town or out of the country. His older brother, Zeke, blonde, bespectacled, tall, and sometimes too far up his own ass older brother who Eren is able to confide in from time to time, recently got a girlfriend whom he’s hopelessly in love with (they’re even thinking about getting married which isn’t really a problem since the girl is genuinely nice to his older brother so Eren is good with her.), so… things in the family had been a bit rough and busy to say the least.

Communication with his parents wasn’t always the best.

Eren would study late at night back when he was seven, because no one bothered to help him with homework. Along with the fact that he wasn’t the brightest kid in class, and he knew that very well, but he had ambition and he was determined to make it big in the world. He focused more on sports, particularly Soccer in middle school and high school, and tried to balance that with his studies. After being granted a Sports Scholarship from Shigashina University, Eren decided to rent and share a flat, living with his batchmates who he met at a mixer party (before Uni started as this whole meet and get to know each other kind of thing) and whom he was so quick to call his ‘friends’, just so that he could get out of the hellhole that was his own house.

But things turned out much worse than expected.

Eren thought that the ‘College Life’ was to focus more on pursuing your future career and make a name for yourself but… it was the other way around.

He thought that after Freshmen year, everyone would take things seriously. Sure, have some drinks, get wasted after finals, or have house parties from time to time. But he was unfortunately, dragged into the wrong crowd. After attending around 5 parties in the first few months of being generalized as one of the infamous and pompous freshman archetypes present in every university, he called it a year and spent the rest of his nights doing homework, projects, playing video games, staying at the school soccer field until 10PM while his roommates were probably smoking crack and not caring about the number of units they needed to take for each of their goddamn subjects.

He was ~living the life~ and now that he regrets most of the decisions he made in freshman year, the only option that he has left was to wait until his third year and move to a different apartment.

Now, here he was, Sophomore year, nearing the end of the semester, and very much eager to get the hell out of here and also study for his upcoming finals on Constitutional Law II, as his professor, Mr. Erwin Smith, was going to throw hands if one of his students score below average on the exam.

“EREN MICK JAEGER! BROOOO!” Eren winces when he hears the shrieky and annoying voice of his flatmate Thomas Wagner, calling out to him. “Wanna go and party with us?” Eren smiles halfheartedly, shaking his head, “Ah, no thanks. I have a game tomorrow and finals coming up on Thursday.” Thomas smirked and wrapped his arm around Eren, “Oh fuck that, live the college life ya spoon.”

“No, really I have to study.”

Thomas frowned and groaned, “Oh god, you’re such a killjoy. Fine, if that’s what you want. Don’t blame us if we tell you to buy some beer down the block.”

Eren cracked an obviously fake laugh and pushed Thomas away from him, “You’re an ass. That only happened once and that was when we first met. Don’t you even dare try to ask me to buy you shit again.”

“Woah. Woah. Woaaaaaah. That was a joke Eren. Loosen up will you?” Thomas raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the brunette’s sudden aggressiveness. He hums Moves like Jaeger by Maroon 5 as a way to spite Eren whilst passing by him down the staircase.

The brunette shook his head, tying his hair into a bun carelessly and sprinting into his room without uttering another word.

Eren just wanted to study. He really did.

Instead, his roommates, all of them, mind you, were all partying in the lounge and the music was too loud and Eren was too annoyed.

They did manage to bring him out and make him stay in the kitchen where he mindlessly glared at anyone who came in. He sighed and tapped his pen restlessly amongst the insane amount of books on the table.

There was a knock.

His roommate, Floch, came in the kitchen with his girlfriend who Eren couldn’t even name with all the women he has brought into the apartment. She was hanging onto his arm and giggling. Floch’s eyes were red and his speech very slow and lazy. "Eren!" he said with a sly grin.

Eren raised an eyebrow, shooting him an irritated look. "What now Floch? Are you here to tell me to take a shot again?" The ginger-haired’s girlfriend giggled once again and kissed Floch’s cheek. Floch laughed and swatted her away, though he missed by a long shot. "Someone's at the door," a thumb pointing to the den. "wouldchumind ge'in it?" another giggle. The girl nodded sloshily. "Yesss! Erenieee get 'em door, please. Be a dearrrrr."

Eren frowned and stared at them menacingly, earning no reaction from the two as they were mad drunk. "You were just in the den," Floch’s eyes widened. "My lovey wovey-we was in the den?" His girlfriend’s mouth went into an O. "Di'nt notice tha'!"

Eren sighed and stood up. He miraculously got through the throng of bodies and to the front door. "Yes?" he called out exasperated, not knowing who was outside.

"Do you want cookies?"

Eren turned and looked to see a little raven-haired girl, a girl scout no less, a blonde-haired boy pulling on a trolley who looked significantly shorter than him, wearing rimmed glasses, and an overall appearance whom his “friends” would immediately label as a nerd they had to be a few feet away from if they saw him and lastly, a girl who looked very tired and very done with life.

Beautiful (h/c)-colored hair, her eyes looked like the starry night sky, twinkling as he catches her gaze and a smile that looked forced, but warm all the same.

A girl who was just absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Eren was captivated. His heart was beating like crazy and he could feel his ears turn red. He would make a fool of himself if he looked red as a tomato right now.

"Um," The girl peeked inside and grimaced, squeezing the hand that was her little sister's shoulder and catching Eren’s gaze. "Mikasa, I don't think these kinds of guys would want cookies."

“Unless they're pot cookies,” Eren almost said. Mikasa pouted and widened her eyes at Eren.

The older girl crouched down and frantically covered her little sister’s eyes. "Nopenopenope, Mi, don't pull that on him."

"But (Y/N)!"

(Y/N).

Her name was (Y/N).

Eren smiled sincerely (for the first time today) and leaned back inside to the drawer by the door to grab the extra cash he and his roommates put there for emergency pizza and stuff. "You know what? You're absolutely brilliant at selling cookies. I'll take one."

Mikasa smiled back at him cheekily and tugged her older sister’s hand. "See, (Y/N)?! He wants some! Go get 'em!”

The raven-haired girl then turned to the blonde teen, practically jumping up and down. “Armin look! We sold another one!"

“We did!” The boy who was apparently named Armin, clapped his hands together, then gave the little girl a high five. “You’re a natural at this Mikasa!”

(Y/N) looked at Eren, then Mikasa, and sighed. She grabbed a bag from the trolley Armin was dragging around and pulled out a box of cookies. Eren grabbed them slowly from her, their hands almost touching as he gave (Y/N) a small smile. The (h/c) girl blushed lightly, though not visible enough for the brunette to notice.

"Hope to see you again!" Eren called out when the siblings said their thank you's and bid farewell.

And, this time, even for the slightest moment, Eren’s serotonin levels were going straight through the roof. His heart was still beating loudly, almost in sync with the trash music his roommates were blaring on the speakers. and for a moment, even just for a moment.

He felt genuine happiness that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

The three of you continue to walk animatedly, now that the coast was clear and the guy from earlier wasn’t within earshot, your blonde friend just had to break the silence.

Armin smiles, pushing his glasses up to the crook of his nose. “(Y/N), you did see how he looked at you right?” The blonde chuckles softly, catching his best friend off guard.

You blinked. “Him?” You try to stop yourself from smiling, blushing profusely. “Geez Armin, I don’t even know his name yet.”

“I’ll bet you 100 bucks that he goes to our Uni.”

“Even if he does, it’s not like we’ll talk to him or anything. Judging from the place he lives in and the people he was hanging out with, we’re in two completely different worlds.” You shook your head in denial, holding Mikasa’s hand, your interlocked arms swinging playfully. Armin gives you a knowing look in response.

Mikasa continued to wave back at the boy whom they had just sold cookies too. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Wasn’t he nice (Y/N)?” Mikasa asks her older sister. (Y/N) returned her sister a small smile, “He was.”

"I hope we see him again!"

"I'm sure we will."

The day of Eren’s dreaded finals finally arrive.

He has prepared tirelessly for this. Hours upon hours of hard work. But, before he finally gets his well-deserved sleep, he has a few more hours to cram and absorb more knowledge for his exams.

So, what better way to do so than head straight to the library as soon as it opens at 6 AM?

This time, no one was going to bother him. No annoying roommates and no distractions.

Eren heads over to a table near the coffee and snack machines. He puts down his bag on a seat next to him, and begins to study once again. Looking through the course materials and the lessons that he still didn’t quite understand. Eren was so absorbed with studying and relying on his gut feeling that no other student in this university would think of going to the library at 6 AM on the day of finals… then he’s wrong. Very wrong.

“Sasha, should you even be eating mashed potato this early in the morning?” Armin asks the brunette worriedly, a huge tone of concern in his voice.

“Armin! Don’t chu worry! I ate heavy breakfast! Bacon, Eggs, and Toast! Did you not see me in the kitchen!?” She reassures her blonde friend, continuing to scoop up the mashed potato on a reusable cup.

“Liar.” Connie hissed, narrowing his eyes. “I was awake since 4 AM. Not once did I see you sneak into the kitchen until (Y/N) woke you up.”

“Atatata. Can we… stop with the negative vibes for a second?” Jean tries to become the mediator by holding his hands up against his two friends who were about to start an argument. “It’s finals week. We have to keep a clear mind, body and soul-“

“Jean, you know that’s BS.” You yawn widely, still practically half-asleep.

“Oh, come on! Can’t you just let me be positive just this once!? If we fail this exam I’m going to blame you!“

The five of you continue to talk mindlessly on the way to the library. Connie pushes the glass door open, very much excited to have this huge library all to yourselves.

Until…

There was someone already there.

Your eyes immediately come into contact with Eren’s. His radiant jade eyes staring into yours, mouth practically agape, his hands holding on to wooden chopsticks as the hot air of instant ramen breezes through his face.

“Oh?” Connie blinks. “Guess we aren’t the first ones here then.” He whistles.

“(Y/N)!” Armin nudges you in the arm in an attempt to tease you. “Guess your wish came true huh? We did see him again! By himself too!”

“W-what am I supposed to do exactly?” You turn to Armin, speaking in a hushed whisper.

“Say thank you to him! Offer him to go on a boba date or something!”

“You got the Sasha seal of approval (Y/N)! He’s hot!” Sasha motions you a thumbs up and you can’t help but feel yourself already wanting to die of embarrassment.

The four of them slightly push you towards his table. With your friends cornering you like this, there was no way of escaping this.

All you had to do was talk to him and properly thank him for buying cookies from your little sister.

That was it.

No need for any extra ad-libs or poor and bad attempts of flirtation.

Just thank him (Y/N).

You can do this.

You breathe a hefty sigh then approach his table with confidence. The brunette continues to look up at you whilst turning the page of his reviewer that he wasn’t even looking at.

“Hi again! I just wanted to thank you properly for helping my sister and I, out the other day. Mikasa really appreciated the gesture you did for her, and she couldn’t stop talking about you to our parents since we saw you. You see, none of the other girl scouts want to be paired up with my sister because they think she’s an emotionless and monotonous freak. They’re really mean to her but she really wants to continue being a girl scout so my friend and I accompany her whenever she has to sell cookies!”

“It’s N-no problem!” Eren quickly replies, running a hand through his hair. “Why would they say such horrible things to your sister like that? Judging from the way she acted in front of me, she was quite the opposite. In a positive way of course! Those kids are just assholes who are intimidated because another girl their age is seemingly better than them.”

You giggle in response. “Thank you. I’ll tell Mikasa that you said that!”

There was short silence for a few seconds until you realized that you forgot to say something.

“Ah! I’m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way!”

“Eren.” He smiles, reaching his hand out to you for you to shake. You grip his strong and calloused hand firmly, and Eren could feel his ears turning red again while you were about to blush as red as a tomato.

You hear your friends snickering in the background and you took this as a sign to go back to your table. “I guess, I’ll see you around campus?” You ask, tilting your head. For, you actually really wanted to see him again after this.

“Yea! I’ll be seeing you!” He grins widely, watching you leave where he was seated. His smile then envelops into a frown as soon as you went away then he goes back to studying.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Connie whispers loudly, calling you over by waving his hand. Why was this dunce being so painfully obvious? “Ask him if he’s looking for an apartment or if he wants to live with us!”

“Already!?” You ask in disbelief, a bit shocked by what Connie had just said. He scoots to the left, as you take a seat between him and Sasha. “Guys, you’ve known him for like… 3 minutes. Only Armin and I actually interacted with him before this.”

“He has to pass the vibe check first.” Jean shrugs, sipping on an iced expresso. “But, yeah, he does seem alright from a few feet away.”

“Come on (Y/N)! Ask him!” Sasha nods approvingly. “It’s weird that he’s studying alone like this while we’re in another table trying to remain unaware that he looks lonely as hell.”

“UMmMM… maybe he wants to study alone because that’s the only way he can focus? That’s a thing that normal people do, Sasha.” You remark sarcastically, trying to think up of more reasons to not approach him again.

Armin clears his throat, “Look, (Y/N), it won’t hurt to try right? Besides, don’t you feel a tiny bit sorry for him? He does seem lonely and you do have a crush on him so… more ways to interact with him right?”

Your shoulders slump and you breathe a defeated sigh. “Okay okay fine.” You make your way to Eren’s table again but before you do, you turn to your friends. “By the way, I don’t really have a crush on him just yet. I just find him cute okay?”

“Yeah yeah.” They say in unison as you continue to walk back to the brunette’s table.

“Hi again Eren!” You wave and try your best not to fumble or look painfully obvious that you were infatuated by him. He looks up and you try your best not to smile like a weirdo.

“Hm?” He hums.

“Would you like to come over to our table and study with us?”

To be continued.

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