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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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request from anonymous: “could i request a ushijima fic where the reader nor him ever admit their feelings for each other until one day Ushijima gets jealous bc someone from another school tries to flirt or get with you? can it be kuroo as the other person?”

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem! reader

note: ahh !! i’m at 300 followers !! thank you guys so much!! seriously, this means a lot!! i hope i can keep providing all of you guys more content. you guys are the best!!

request status: CLOSED

“NICE WAKATOSHI!” you screamed for your captain as he managed to make the save. you stood on the bench, cheering loudly for your team as they blew the whistle, indicating that Shiratorizawa won the practice match.

you clapped some more, cheering even louder, making sure the other team knew that they just lost to one of the top three schools in Japan. being the only Shiratorizawa manager had its benefits and sometimes, those benefits included getting away with being petty every now and again.

you finally climbed off the bench, your coaches giving you a semi disappointed look for your actions. you grabbed the water bottles and towels to hand over to the team as you congratulated everyone on their win.

Tendou and Semi creeped behind you, both of them wrapping their arms around your shoulders making you roll your eyes. you knew what was coming considering what they were about to say was something they constantly pestered you about.

“heard ya cheering loudly for the captain, aren’t ya ( your name )?” Tendou poked as Semi nodded, “I think the entire gym heard you screaming Ushijima’s name,” you sighed, trying not to roll your eyes even harder than you just did.

you walked back to the team, distributing more water to everyone who asked for seconds. you handed some to Ushijima as you heard the grunts and yells coming from everyone who was still playing their matches inside of the gym.

Shiratorizawa, for once, accepted an invitation to one of the winter tournaments. Shiratorizawa, ever since Ushijima started there, never felt the need to attend the tournaments considering they were ranked one of the top three schools in all of Japan.

others schools such as Seijoh, Fukurodani, Karasuno, and Nekoma were also in attendance and because of that, you instantly made friends with their managers, confiding in each other whenever their teammates got to be way too rowdy.

“you’re doing well for your first tournament, ( your name ),” Ushijima complimented. you smiled, this time trying to keep your nervousness at bay, “thanks. it’s been pretty stressful, not even going to lie and the week isn’t even over yet,” you exclaimed, hearing your coach call for you.

you waved off Wakatoshi and ran to Washijo who needed help understanding something you had written down. in the time that you were talking to him, Ushijima was watching the others, not bothering to pay attention to Tendou who had made his way over to him to pester him about the same thing.

eventually, Washijo left you to manage the team as he went outside to get something from his car. you were about to gather all the dirty towels and throw them in the communal laundry basket to get washed until you saw a few people approaching you.

Ushijima’s attention turned to you when he saw Fukurodani’s captain as well his counterpart from Nekoma following along. their seconds years were trailing behind them, seemingly trying to stop whatever it was that they were about to ask you.

“is that a jealous Ushijima I sense?” Tendou said as he watched the two boys towering over you. he paid no mind to the red head as he tried to figure out what the boys were telling you.

you were surprised to see Bokuto and Kuroo standing in front of you with grins covering their faces. you remained silent, not knowing what to say to them.

“hi, you’re Shiratorizawa’s manager, right?” Bokuto asked. you nodded slowly, “ahh, we’ve been meaning to talk to you! see, our managers were wondering if you wanted to come out to with us and a few others tonight. the third years were planning on sneaking out to a restaurant after hours and figured a cute girl like yourself should be asked on this outing,” Kuroo explained.

you laughed, pushing his arm a bit flustered, “who’s a few others?” you asked them. “oh will it’s our third year manager, us, Daichi, Kiyoko, and Sugawara from Karasuno, and believe it or not, Iwaizumi from Seijoh, who didn’t take that much convincing to come along,” Bokuto said.

“um, sure? you know that if this plan fails, we’d all get into some serious trouble for it, right?” you told the two. they waved you off before looking behind you with slight fear in their eyes.

you turned around, wondering what the hell made them so scared all of sudden. “Ushi, what’s up?” you asked before looking to Tendou, who held a smirk on his face that just reeked of mischief, and Semi. “we were all heading back to the rooms and wanted you to come along so you wouldn’t get bothered,” Ushijima stated as you nodded vigorously.

“um, Kiyoko has my number so if you want to grab it from her so you could text me the details?” you told the two. Kuroo nodded, as he looked you up and down once more before watching you leave with Ushijima.

Tendou on the other hand stayed but remained silent while looking at them, “something wrong?” Bokuto asked a bit bothered by the look Tendou was giving them. Semi shook his head no, “Shiratorizawa doesn’t exactly appreciate the looks you were giving our manager just now and as a warning, she’s our captains girl,” Tendou exclaimed before the two of them walked away.

the walk back with Ushijima was a bit awkward. more than usual that is. you could tell something was bothering him but you couldn’t figure out what it was that was making him upset.

“hey, something wrong?” you asked, stopping yourself from walking any further. Ushijima stared at you before shaking his head, “are you sure? you seem kind of out of it. Shiratorizawa won all of their practice matches today so I can’t imagine that it was that,” you explained.

Ushijima sighed, not wanting to give you the actual reasoning but he knew that if you didn’t get an answer, you’d never let it go. he murmured that he had a headache and that’s why he was in a mood.

“oh, well there isn’t anything planned for the rest of the day so how about you lay down. I have a few things to do for the team before the night ends.” Ushijima waited on if you were going to tell him on the outing that Tendou had told him about but it seemed as if you weren’t, “if I don’t see you at dinner, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow!”

with that, you went on your way to your room. Ushijima knew that he had to figure out a way to get you to confess that you were going out later. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you because he did but knowing that Kuroo was going was not sitting right with him.

he knew of Kuroo, obviously not personally, but from what others spoke about him. Kuroo was smart, hell, even damn near a genius when it came to science. Ushijima had no idea if it was the envy with Kuroo that made him dislike Kuroo but the idea that Kuroo could talk to you without getting nervous made him a bit annoyed.

the night fell faster than Ushijima had hoped. he still hadn’t gotten you to confess what you were doing tonight but he knew the only way he could now was if he came to your room to ask you an innocent question and would see you all dressed up.

Ushijima made his way to your room, knocking softly so he wouldn’t scare you or cause other in the hall to wake up. you unlocked your door and only poked your head out.

“Ushiwaka! what has you in my room so late?” you asked, your hands getting sweaty. he eyed you for a moment, “I wanted to talk about our stats from today. I figured you were busy earlier so that’s why I didn’t talk to you before this,” he said, lying almost too perfectly.

you bit your lip, “um, I’m actually a bit busy right now. can we talk in the morning?” you asked hoping he didn’t pry. you saw Ushijima’s face fall and had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have seen it but you knew Ushi like the back of your hand and caught it instantly, “Toshi, I’m going to let you in but you have to SWEAR to me you won’t tell anyone what you see or hear from me right now.”

Bingo.

Ushijima nodded as you opened the door and yanked him inside. he saw you fully dressed up in black jeans and an overall nice top. Ushijima knew that you didn’t bring clothes for going out to a volleyball tournament so he assumed that you tried to put your best outfit together.

“you look.....nice,” he muttered making you laugh nervously. “uh, yeah. about that! a bunch of us are kind of sneaking out tonight to catch dinner at a restaurant not too far from here so that explains the outfit this late at night,” you tried to say as casual as possible.

Ushijima nodded, not knowing how to respond, “I’d totally invite you to come along but I know how you are about your sleep schedule, especially on days like this so I didn’t bother asking,” you added on. “who’s all attending?” he asked knowing the answer.

“oh! Kuroo from Nekoma, Bokuto from Fukurodani, a few from Karasuno, and Iwaizumi from Seijoh!” you said as you saw your phone ping up from a text message. you quickly read it, seeing that Daichi had messaged you about them waiting for you at the back entrance from your dorm, “I need to head out. they’re waiting for me and all of us are already scared shitless about getting caught.”

Ushijima nodded, walking out of your dorm after you, “I’ll walk you to the door to make sure you’re okay. what restaurant are you going too?” he asked. your eyebrows fluttered in confusion, “uh, I think it’s a ramen place a block from the tournament grounds! why do you ask?”

he didn’t say anything until he saw Kuroo looking at you with that smirk that made him want to wring his neck out for even looking at you in such a way. “make sure to notify me if you’re okay every so often,” he reminded you, almost as if he was your boyfriend.

you nodded before basically darting to Kiyoko and slipping away into the night. Ushijima knew you could handle yourself but something inside of him made him on high alert for tonight.

you made sure to keep texting Ushijima every so often, telling him that you were okay and that you would be ready to go first thing in the morning but that soon changed when he got a frantic knock at his door two hours later.

“Tendou, it’s late. what are you doing here?” he asked his red hared best friend. he showed Ushijima his phone. he had gotten an attachment from Sugawara about how ‘close’ you were getting with Kuroo. he had made friends with the silver haired boy for this reason exactly and was glad he did.

Ushijima’s eye twitched in annoyed seeing as how it was more Kuroo making moves than you. you sat next to the two girl managers but Kuroo seemed to have been wanting to make a move on you in the attachments that followed the first photo.

“where are you going?” Tendou asked as he saw Ushijima slipping on his running shoes. “to the restaurant,” he stated making Tendou’s eyes widened. he was quick to text Semi, telling him to bring his ass down to Ushijima’s room or else.

“why? it’s nearly midnight?” Tendou said as he followed Ushijima out the door. he didn’t respond as he saw Semi running towards them, “what’s wrong, what happened?” Semi asked Tendou. he quickly explained the situation as he tried to get Ushijima to calm down and get him back to his dorm, “hey, she’s okay! remember if you blow this out of the water, you’ll be even worse than you started off with her!” Semi reminded him.

Ushijima heard nothing as they all escaped through the back door. Ushijima practically jogged to the restaurant, not bothering to wait up for his two teammates.

once he got there, he saw you with Kiyoko at the bar, getting what he assumed was a soda before going back to the table. you had sat between her and the other manager like the picture had shown but it was quite obvious that Kuroo was still trying to pull his moves on you as he had asked Kiyoko to switch places with him.

Ushijima stared holes into Kuroo. he knew that if looks could kill, Kuroo would be dead where he stood. the only rational thing he could think of was to text you to meet him outside so he wouldn’t cause a scene inside of the restaurant and get all of you into trouble.

you saw your phone ping up, seeing that Ushijima had texted you. Kiyoko smiled softly at you, “Ushijima again?” she asked. you nodded, “yeah, he just wants to make sure I’m okay,” you replied before reading the message.

“can you come outside for a moment?”

you instantly showed the message to Kiyoko and Fukurodani’s manager as they quickly made up a lie that all of you wanted to go outside for some fresh air. “hey, why is he here?” Kaori asked you urgently. you shrugged your shoulders before heading outside.

“Ushijima, what’s wrong?” you asked, giving Tendou and Semi a wave. Kiyoko and Kaori being the lovely friends they were pulled the boys back so they wouldn’t eavesdrop on the conversation, “Ushiwaka, seriously, what’s wrong?” you asked again as he didn’t respond.

it didn’t take long until Bokuto, Kuroo, and the rest of the boys made their way outside, wondering where all of you were. Kuroo laughed, seeing Ushijima standing right in front of you.

“ahh, so the threat the red haired boy gave us earlier wasn’t a lie, was it?” Kuroo said. you gave a look to Tendou who scratched his head sheepishly, “excuse me?” you asked him. Kuroo gave you a hearty laugh, “something about watching my back because you were your dating your captain,” he said with no indication of explaining further.

you turned to Tendou, waiting on him to explain himself before Ushijima stood before Kuroo, almost threateningly. there wasn’t much of a height difference but the way that Ushijima was standing before Kuroo made it seem as though Ushijima had the upper hand in an imaginary fight.

“hey, calm down Toshi,” you told him, grabbing his hand softly. Ushijima shrugged you off, “you should have listened to Tendou. would have saved us the trouble,” Ushijima told Kuroo.

Kuroo laughed standing behind you and placing his arm over your shoulder.

“as far as I know, your manager is single. I don’t see why you’re here and why you’re so upset,” Kuroo replied. you sighed, trying to stop both of them arguing, “drop it Kuroo. Ushijima, let’s go before it gets any worse,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand.

Ushijima was taken by surprise by you holding his hand but regardless, he complied and let you take him away. not without bumping shoulders against Kuroo, “see you on the court,” he threatened.

the walk back was quiet. too quiet. Tendou hadn’t spoken a word and Semi was pretending to be occupied on his phone so he wouldn’t have to talk. Ushijima on the other hand hadn’t let go of your hand and let walked behind the two boys so they wouldn’t see him angry.

once all of you reached the dorms and the boys went back inside. you stopped Ushijima from walking in, basically yanking him to stay in place.

“spill. I didn’t make you say anything in front of Tendou and Semi but it’s just me now.”

he sighed knowing you had a point.

“I didn’t like you going out with Kuroo. I hate the way he looks at you and I get a nasty feeling every time he does it”

you laughed, knowing exactly what he felt, “Toshi, that feeling is jealousy. you were jealous of Kuroo,” well, when you put it that way, it made a lot more sense. “Toshi, do you like me? you know...like romantically?” you asked.

Ushijima nodded almost instantly.

“well, how about this? when he get back home, you can take me out on a date? and for the time being, I’ll make sure to stick by your side so Kuroo or anyone else doesn’t get ideas. deal?”

“deal.”

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daisybeewrites · 3 years

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Academy Blues

oh, deer

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none for this chapter, vague foreshadowing

ship: dousy (daisy johnson x daniel sousa), background Fitzsimmons and Philinda

heyyyyy…. yes i posted it early on Ao3

howeverrr you guys are gonna like this chapter. i just feel it in my bones (bc its fluffy and the angst starts kicking in in the next one)

“You look like Rudolph, Daisy,” Elena greeted.

Daisy took a large swig of coffee, rolling her eyes but smirking. The pair were walking together to Elena’s first class after a tough early-morning spar.

“You’re the one who punched me where I already had a bruise,” Daisy shot back.

“Hey, I already told you I was aiming for the jaw. It’s not my fault you didn’t duck quick enough.”

They laughed as Elena swiped her key card to the comms building. Daisy held the door for Elena, shoving her lightly in the back as she passed.

“Hey!”

“Not my fault you can’t see backwards,” Daisy teased.

It was Elena’s turn to roll her eyes and laugh, slowing to a stop outside May’s lecture room.

“Right. Wish me luck, I heard May was giving a pop quiz today,” Elena grimaced.

“You don’t need any luck. I’ll see ya, Elena,” Daisy replied.

“Yeah, you will!” Elena said, backing into May’s large lecture room.

Daisy watched her wave and sit down with a group of third-years, her perfect french braids swishing behind her, before turning around. Daisy didn’t have a moment to think about where she was going before she ran into a solid wall.

Daisy looked up into a pair of dark chocolate eyes, crinkled at the edges with a small smile. The wall’s hair was ruffled, as if he had just gotten out of bed. He wore black SHIELD sweats and a white t-shirt. The wall was very attractive. She vaguely registered the smattering of books on the ground, her mind more focused on his hands on her shoulders.

“Daisy, are you okay?”

She must have been staring for too long. “Yeah, I’m good! Great! Sorry, Sousa,” she apologized, quickly bending over to pick up his books. She almost dropped them again when his hand brushed hers while she handed the thick textbooks back. She gave him a quick smile, taking a deep breath to compose herself, reciting her affirmations. I am Daisy Johnson. I am an Agent of SHIELD. I can move the Earth. I am powerful. I am in control of myself.

Daniel’s smile grew a bit when he heard Daisy laughing quietly to herself.

“I guess you could say I really swept you off your feet.”

Daniel chuckled at the quip, his hands still on her shoulders. “Yeah. Foot,” Daniel corrected. Daisy furrowed her brows, but ignored the strange comment.

“Right. Well, the bell—” Daisy was cut off by a long, high-pitched bell. She closed her eyes tight, the blaring alarm causing tiny vibrations to travel through her skull. When she opened them, Daniel was still standing in front of her, white tee and black sweats and messy morning hair encouraging just a bit more flirting before he had to leave.

“Wow, look at you. Late! I’m a bad influence on you, Danny.”

Daniel shrugged, glancing at his watch. “S’not the first time,” he murmured lowly, stepping away and giving her a last look before he disappeared into the classroom.

Daisy pretended not to notice her heart rate had risen from it’s usual sixty beats-per-minute to seventy-six beats-per-minute.

Daisy spent the rest of the day absentmindedly completing work in her classes. For some reason, flirting with Daniel felt… different than it had with her exes. Even her exes in SHIELD. Daniel was grounded. He had a calm presence. Being late didn’t phase him in the slightest; Daisy would have internally berated herself for the rest of the day.

She was finishing a short answer assignment from International Law and SHIELD Policy while stretching on the outdoor training grounds when she saw him again: still in sweats despite the heat. He was still walking with same, familiar limp. Then it clicked—’Foot’; the throwaway comment from earlier made much more sense now. He had a prosthetic. Before she could think anymore about that revelation, May called the Ops trainees to gather around her under a giant maple tree. Daisy was the last to get up, hanging towards the back as usual.

“Ops training, eh?”

Sousa turned to Daisy standing beside him, breaking his focus on May to turn to her. “Yeah. I used to be military, remember? 28th Infantry Recon Scout. I figure I’ve got to get at least near the level I used to be before I can go in the field.”

Daisy nodded, her hair caught in a slight breeze. “As long as you don’t steal my crown as the Queen of Spar, Master of Field Ops Physical Training.”

Daniel chuckled quietly, turning his attention back to May, who was explaining today’s exercises.

“Partners,” Daisy breathed. Daisy hated partners, unless it was May. She’d rather condition. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the other trainees, they were great people! But her nerves got the better of her and she ended up holding back, not helping herself or her partner. She knew how to control her powers, how to keep herself from using them while sparring. Whispers of doubt and guilt still invaded, fogging her mind like deadly mist.

You could kill them. It’s happened before…

She was taken back to the moment by Daniel tapping her shoulder. “Partners?”

Daisy reluctantly nodded and motioned to him to follow her over to a thick pad of grass next to a small willow tree.

“So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing? It’s Tuesday, which is usually a mix of breathing and nerve control and focusing on technique, rather than strength.”

Daniel glanced over at the other partners, who were all going through defensive and offensive stances slowly, like tai chi, he thought.

Daisy walked closer to where he had stopped beside the willow, pointing out a pair of partners moving almost in sync.

“They’re focusing on how their breathing can help their fighting. Mentally and physically. If you’re nervous, your heart rate spikes, your brain goes fuzzy and then your body gets sloppy. If you aren’t breathing, your heart rate spikes, your brain goes fuzzy and your body gets sloppy. Breath can make a punch more powerful and a kick more accurate, if you know how to use it. I’ll show you the moves.”

Defensive, offensive, block, strike, block, kick. Daisy continued in a cycle until Sousa could mirror her movements with little effort.

Daisy stopped him then. “Great! You’re a quick learner,” She winked, smiling wide.

Daniel smiled back, “So how do I do the breathing thing?”

Daisy pondered how to explain it for a second. “You have to flow, like water. You control your breathing, you have the power. But at the same time, you have to let the air flow naturally. The moves will align with your breath, don’t force it.”

Daniel nodded, and they were off. It took a minute to get into the groove, but once he did, it felt effortless. Every kick, block, inhale and turn, exhale and strike came naturally. It gave him the opportunity to study Daisy.

Usually, especially in the early mornings in the computer lab, Daisy looked tired. Her brows were drawn slightly, fingers fidgeting, knee bouncing. In the halls she walked briskly and adjusted her bag or checked her watch often, a small tic she didn’t seem to notice. Right now, though, breeze across her olive skin, Daisy looked cool as water.

She felt the earth beneath her. The trees and grass and flowers in the wind. She tuned in to the radio of her surroundings, letting her muscle memory guide her. The forest was really loud. The concrete buildings had a sort of buzz, too. They mixed in her bones like the sounds of a great symphony, low rumbles and high-pitched chittering and long, constant notes that provided a harmony to the undulating melody. The frequencies of each living and non-living thing in the area seemed to be flowing around her, steady.

Daniel softly stared at her as she moved through the flow with him. She was very good at this. He was having a bit of trouble, though he doubted he would be having this much trouble if it wasn't Daisy right in front of him. For an exercise designed to relax them, wasn’t it counterintuitive to partner with the girl that made his heart skip a beat when she smiled?

When May clapped her hands and signaled the end of the session, the tired, sweaty kids gathered around May’s oak tree. The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, bringing a glow to each of their faces. Daisy looked radiant.

“Class is dismissed. Tomorrow, we’re conditioning,” May warned. In a quieter voice, May called, “Daisy, can you hang for a second?”

Daisy stepped away from her bag and towards May. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. I have a question for you. Would you mind giving up your free period three times a week?”

Daisy’s eyebrows raised, no classes that she knew of only took place three times a week. “I want to say yes, but I’d also like to know why?”

“Fair. Top brass called. If you want to be a field agent with powers, you’ve got to practice fighting with them, get comfortable with them. I know everything that happened with Lincoln…” May paused, gauging Daisy’s reaction. When there wasn’t any, May continued. “Your powers didn’t make you an agent, I did.”

May paused, giving Daisy a chance to settle her thoughts before adding, “But I think this is important.”

Daisy slowly nodded. If this was important to May, then Daisy had no problems giving up her free period.

“Who will I train with?” she asked.

May smiled. “Meet Yo-Yo and I behind the garage at seven sharp tomorrow morning.΅

Daisy saluted playfully, wandering to her bag and walking in the direction the other students had gone. She could see them filtering into the cafeteria. A smoothie sounded nice…

The canteen was full of students grabbing plates of chicken and veggie tacos. Daisy was always happy during dinner on taco Tuesday. She grabbed her plate and a small green juice and searched for a familiar pair of heads, warm brown eyes and freckles sitting next to dirty blonde curls.

As she approached, two hands went up, waving. Weaving her way through students, she saw Fitz pat the seat beside him.

“Oi, Dais! I've got something to show you!”

Daisy sat down, her attention drawn to the tiny device on the table in front of her. It was small enough to fit in her hand, but surprisingly heavy for its size. Multiple coloured wires stuck out from various surfaces. Fitz was grinning at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He pressed a button on a small remote that sat on the table. Daisy looked over at Jemma, puzzled. Was something supposed to be happening?

Daisy glanced down at her hand. There was nothing there but a constant weight.

“Fitz! You replicated cloaking!”

Jemma and Fitz immediately shushed her, looking around. “He wasn’t supposed to! It’s above his ‘level’. Professor Weaver practically forbid him.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. This was very Fitz. Tell him he can’t, and he will, just to prove it to himself. Holding it up to eye level and moving it around, Daisy marveled at the seamless invisibility. “What are you gonna do with it?”

Fitz shrugged. He began to explain a number of uses for the device, along with the technical modifications he’d have to make for them to work. She tuned out after Jemma exasperatedly told him they couldn’t train monkeys to be invisible recon scouts.

Her plan to learn something from Fitzsimmons banter was derailed when Daisy noticed a shadow at the corner of her eye. It slipped away as quickly as it came, around the corner of the cafeteria and out of sight.

Why was she getting déjà vu?

“Dais, you alright there?” Fitz asked quietly.

Daisy turned back to him, smiling. “Yeah, I thought I saw something. Probably just tired.”

The sandy blonde boy laughed, “S’only Tuesday, Dais. We’ve got a whole week ahead of us!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’ve got six tests this week!” Simmons countered.

Daisy’s mouth opened in surprise, quickly shut when Fitz made a comment about catching flies. “Wait, so you aren’t excited for the tests?”

Jemma shook her head miserably, her amber eyes rolling. “No. Usually I would be, it’s so odd! But I was studying the other night and reviewing old tests, and my chest felt so heavy and my head started spinning—”

Fitz stopped her by putting his hand over hers, gently reassuring her. Watching the two, Daisy thought her heart might burst, a bubbly feeling rising in her chest.

Jemma turned back to her, considerably less distressed.

“Do you want some help studying?” Daisy offered.

Jemma nodded. “Tonight, 8, the rooftop?”

The group nodded.

At eight o’clock, Daisy carefully climbed out her window and around the corner to the fire escape. The stairs whispered and creaked with the wind, but you would never know anyone was climbing the iron to the roof unless you ran directly into her.

She arrived at the last landing, one floor above her own, and crouched down. She jumped, using small quakes as a make-shift propulsor. Jemma turned her head towards the soft thump of Daisy landing on the roof.

The space was decorated with a jungle of potted plants and fairy lights strung around the ledge, mix-matched multicoloured and shades of white. They cast a warm glow across the spread of notes and textbooks neatly placed in front of Jemma. Daisy approached, pulling out her laptop and a pouch of pens, pencils, highlighters, and white-out.

“Ready for our study date?”

Jemma smiled. “Yes. Fitz should be here any minute.”

The two girls got comfortable, beginning to go over notes and chat idly. Daisy wrote down vocab and key ideas on note cards and organised them by subject. Jemma laughed loudly when Daisy expressed her confusion at the difference between the three biochemistries that she was taking. Suddenly, loud clanging was heard from the side of the building.

“Daisy! Jems!”

The two girls shared a glance at the panicked voice. Fitz.

They rushed over to where he would be coming onto the iron landing, grabbing his hand and helping him over the concrete barrier onto the roof.

Fitz supported himself on his knees, panting. “There's a guy down there. Creepy bastard.”

Jemma and Daisy shared another glance, this one full of concern and trepidation.

Fitz pointed to Daisy. “Askin’ about you, Dais. Your…” Fitz trailed off, drawing waves in the air with his hand.

Jemma rested a hand on Daisy’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “Go check it out, we’ll be here when you get back.”

Daisy reluctantly jumped onto the metal landing below, resisting the urge to use her powers to cushion her landing. She quickly checked the perimeter of the dorm, then wandered closer to the forest that backed up to the dorms.

If only she had night vision as well as the power to create earthquakes.

A subtle movement caught her eye, a dark silhouette shifting in between the trees. A haze of clouds covered the moon, making the forest darker than usual. Daisy stepped forward slowly, her breath speeding up.

The air seemed electric, the few clouds in the sky bloodred with the remaining rays of sunset. The tall pines and thick oaks were silhouetted black against the sky, branches seeming to reach out to grab the twilight shadows. Daisy threw a quick glance over her shoulder, letting out a relieved exhale when she saw Fitz and Jemma watching over her from the roof.

A twig snapped right in front of Daisy, the treeline only twenty feet away. Daisy felt the echo bounce around the forest. She took a deep breath, steadying her hands and lungs. Something, someone, was right on the other side of those bushes…

“AAGH!”

A deer leapt out of the brush, landing right in front of her. Its large doe eyes stared at her, ears back. It was just a fawn.

Daisy slowly let out a sigh of relief, dropping her arms from where they had come up in front of her. She snorted.

“You’re just a baby. What are you doing in the bushes by yourself?”

Daisy tentatively reached out, the fawn showed no signs of moving. She opened her palm, letting the deer sniff before it bounded away across the field.

Daisy sighed. She felt something was off, like you would the moment before you were struck by lightning. Like any second, something else would pop out of the forest, this time a real threat…

Silence.

Stillness.

Daisy sighed, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. I just need sleep. If the paranoia has set in, I definitely need sleep.

Daisy headed back to the dorms, the feeling of eyes on her following until she was safely on the roof with her friends.

The twinkling fairy lights lit the rest of their evening, shadows and deer forgotten in the warmth of laughs and starlight.

#daisy johnson #dousy #daisy johnson/daniel sousa #fitzsimmons #jemma simmons #daniel sousa #leo fitz #timequake #fic #philinda #philindaisy #academy au #ashby writes #x reader #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#marvel #aos #melinda may

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puppygirlrowan · 3 years

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reuniting w bf update

ok u asked for it so here. sorry it’s long and I can’t do read mores. it was very wholesome and silly and we needed lube and he couldn’t always stay hard and I had to make myself cum and we were sweaty and got cramps but that was all normal and good and fun!!!

I hadn’t seen him since like November and we got a hotel room for like a lil staycation this weekend. when we got there we were on our little couch and making out and stuff and it was so fun bc I’ve missed him so much and he was v eager for me he gave me so many bites on my tits and my neck and he was so hard so I got down on the floor and sucked his cock and it tasted sooo good and he does this thing where he puts his hands on the back of my neck and counts down from 3 and then shoves my face down and fucks my throat really fast and hard and when I try to come back up he holds me there and tells me to wait just a little bit longer and then he lets me up 🥰🥰 the third time he did this I had some acid reflux from it and I don’t care tbh but it did taste sorta bad so I was like ok change of plans now so my throat can have a break. and then he picked me up and carried me to the bed and threw me down on it and just like. we kissed and fucked in missionary and he felt sooo good and he came pretty fast bc he’d been missing me but that was ok bc I love how it feels when he cums inside me 🥰🥰🥰 after a few minutes to recuperate he asked me if I wanted it from behind and I was like UMMM YA YES PLS and so we did that and it was soOoOoO fun bc I’m v flexible in my lower back so at one point he was standing up behind and and like put his elbow around my neck and was holding me up against him while I was arching my back so he could fuck into me still and ohhhh my god. Oh my god. And he spanked me also and he was NOT gentle 😇 that felt so good I wanted to keep doing it but with my collar on so I had him hold my leash and pull on it from behind and oh. my god y’all. I think I had it on too tight bc it made me dizzy (not in a very dangerous way, it was for like a quick amount of time and if I’d felt unsafe I would have tapped out, it was just more than I’d felt before but it was fun) it was so GOOD bc he was like thrusting into me really hard and pulling on my leash and I was literally panting I felt very much like a bitch in heat getting fucked which is my SHITTT. I was on another PLANET. So that kept going for a While and I think then maybe he came again but I was having trouble cumming bc I actually had gotten my period earlier that day (right??? Fucking. What. But it’s super light to start so whatever.) so we wore ourselves out with that and then took a break to get food and watched Star Trek and THEN. I was like. More pls. so I took it from behind again for a bit but he was like I am Having Trouble staying hard (bc I drain that man) so I played w my toy and y’all I’ve never like ... I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before and I thought I’d be nervous but I wasn’t! It was fun!!! He was next to me and was kissing and squeezing my tits and I asked him to talk to me and he kept calling me his good girl and asking how I felt and telling me to keep going and didn’t I want to feel good and put his hand around my neck and when I started cumming he was like good good yes keep going good girl and choked me through it and THAT was maybe my fav part. Bc he has such a. Nice voice and I NEED THAT LIKE TALK TO ME!!!! And then I made myself cum again bc I felt like it. And then we went to bed and snuggled and stuff. This morning we fucked again but neither of us came bc tired and worn out it was just nice to like feel his skin and stuff. And then I played w my toy some more and he was like I am gonna put on Star Trek and I was like DONT BC NOW I CANT CONCENTRATE so he came over and choked me again so I came 🥰 And then he went to shower and I made myself cum again w my toy while he was in there bc I am... an insatiable whore. And then we watched more Star Trek and left and got coffee and watched mbmbam animatics. i love him very much. and my cervix hurts plus now I’m bleeding a lot more but cest la vie. The end!

#I wanted to mention the awk at the beginning bc even though this was reunion sex it wasn’t like Perfect and sexy always and smooth lik #it wasn’t like a movie sex never is #it’s figuring stuff out and it’s not like u always do exactly what ur partner wants u gotta talk to them and it’s ok to figure stuff out!!#it’s ok to be awkward!!!#anyway my pussy beat up now tho #bf tag

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yeontanismypresident · 4 years

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Blushing Bride | myg

a/n: sorry it’s so short and took so long. it seems my inspiration and motivation to write is still not at its fullest. hopefully i’ll get it back soon and i’ll come back and edit this. i also have only been to one wedding and that was like when i was 13 so i have no clue how they really go so sorry it’s not accurate lol.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: slight angst, fluff

warnings: doubts about marriage, implications of sex, fluff fluff fluffffff, marrying yoongi bc uwu

Those six months passed by in a blur, and before you knew it, it was a week before your wedding. A week before you both state, “I do.” You could feel your nerves getting increasingly worse. Thoughts of whether Yoongi truly wanted to marry you were swirling around in your head. What if he was having doubts? If he didn’t want to have you as his wife anymore? Luckily, Yoongi was always there to get rid of those insecurities.

One night, as the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, you voiced these insecurities, “Yoongi, are you sure you want to marry me?” He looked at you with confusion plastered on his face.

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have asked you in the first place if I didn’t,” he mumbled, holding you closer to him. He didn’t know where these thoughts were coming from, didn’t know if you were the one starting to doubt it.

Sighing, you placed your chin on his chest and gazed into his eyes, “I just- what if you regret proposing to me? What if later on you realize this was a mistake and want a divorce? That I’m not good enough for you? Not skinny or pretty enough? You always said you didn’t care for marriage."

He could see the fear in your eyes and heard the way your voice started breaking. Yoongi felt his heart clench at the sight, and he pulled you into a chaste kiss, effectively cutting off your panicked rambling.

"Hey, none of that. I’m in love with you so fucking much and I never want to lose you. I should be the one worried. You’re literally so perfect and deserve so much better,” Yoongi said calmly, his gaze locked with your own.

Pressing his forehead to yours he whispered “I will love you no matter how you look, baby. You’re perfect to me, even with all the flaws you think you have.” His sincere words had tears sliding down your cheeks as you leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“I love you too,” you muttered against his lips, sighing as he deepened the kiss and tugged you to lay on top of him.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts and focused back on the task at hand. It was now four days before the wedding, and tonight was your bachelorette party. Yoongi would be staying at the dorms while your friends came over to your shared apartment. There were drinks - lots of alcohol - and snacks on the table. A pile of movies was also arranged next to the refreshments. You’re making sure you have everything ready when you hear the doorbell. Walking over to your security system, you see the girls at your door, and you push the button to let them enter.

“Y/n!!” Jinwoo shouted, pulling you into a hug.

Chuckling, you pulled away from her “Hi, Jiwoon.” The others bring you into their own embraces, all stating how they’re ready for a night of fun.

“I still don’t get why we weren’t allowed to hire a stripper,” Minsoo pouted as she crossed her arms.

You giggled, leading the way to the living room where everything was, “Cause when Yoongi heard about it he got jealous and firmly stated there were to be no strippers."

"We can still have fun without all of that, Minsoo,” Hana said, and you gave her a smile of gratitude.

If you were being honest, you didn’t even want an adult dancer. You were perfectly fine with a quiet night in. When the maknaes had told you they were bringing one to Yoongi’s bachelor party, you were the one to be jealous and put your foot down. So imagine your shock and anger when you receive a text from Jimin.

Jimin: Sorry, Y/n. We couldn’t resist (; *image attached*

Inhaling a deep breath, you clicked on the message. A snort escaped you when you saw the picture. There Yoongi was, sitting on a chair with a bright red face. Someone was sitting on his lap with a flirtatious expression. It seems the ‘stripper’ they hired was actually Hoseok in short shorts and a crop top.

“What are ya laughing at?” Jinwoo mumbled around the spoon in her mouth. There was chocolate sauce smeared across her lips and on her fingers. How the fuck did she already make a mess…?

You handed her your phone, allowing them to see the text “Apparently, Yoongi is getting a lap dance.” They all giggled, handing your phone back. The night went on, and you all had tons of fun.

The night before your wedding you were a shaking mess, worried for the next day. Once again Yoongi was spending the night at the dorms while the girls stayed with you. They could all see you were nervous and they didn’t know what to do to calm you down.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Hana asked you, her voice quiet. You hummed, leg bouncing, only stopping when Jinwoo placed her hand on your thigh.

Glancing at them, you could see their concerned looks, “I’m fine. Just worried and excited for tomorrow. What if I trip while walking down the aisle? What if he’s not even at the end waiting?” You worried your lip between your teeth, leg starting to bounce again.

“Please, Yoongi is so whipped for you, and so in love, he’ll definitely be there waiting for you,” Minsoo stated, distracting you as Hana pulled out her phone.

Jinwoo grabbed your hand, “Yeah, you’re the love of his life, babes. I mean, c'mon, he’s literally getting married to you when he doesn’t care for an official marriage."

Before you can say anything, Hana handed you her cellphone. When you gave her a perplexed expression she nodded to it. Looking down at it, you could see an ongoing call with Seokjin and brought it up to your ear.

"Hello?” you asked, not expecting Yoongi’s voice to come through.

His voice is soft and full of love, “I hear you’re nervous? Is it for the same reasons, or is it something different?"

"I’m just…scared I’m going to trip, or you won’t be there waiting for me…” you trailed off, knowing he wasn’t going to like your words.

Yoongi sighed, “Baby, I promise you, I will be there waiting because you mean the world to me. And if you trip, then I’ll be there to catch you. You don’t have to be scared, love."

"Alright…I love you,” you breathed out, a small smile on your lips.

He chuckled, and you could tell he had a huge grin when he spoke, “I love you too, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow."

You hung up and handed Hana her phone back, thanking her quietly for what she did.

"Y/n, how do you feel?” Minsoo asked as she curled your hair. It was finally the day of your wedding, and your friends were helping you get dressed.

You grinned, “I’m still anxious, but I think it’s more of an excited anxious.” She looked at you with happiness, glad you were feeling relaxed.

“Oh, honey, you look so beautiful,” a soft feminine voice spoke. Glancing behind you in the mirror, you saw your mom and dad standing at the door. Minsoo backed up and allowed you to move around her.

Quick to tug the two into a hug, you gave a soft greeting. “Hi mom, hi dad.” They returned the embrace, tears in their eyes as they took a closer look at you.

“Oh, sweetie. You look so grown up. Yoongi is a lucky man,” your mom told you as she fluffed part of your skirt lightly. Your dad nodded, showing he agreed with his wife.

A bashful smile appeared on your face, “I’m the lucky one.” Once you were dressed and ready to go, you all made your way to the doors you would be walking through.

As soon as the pianist started playing the wedding march, Yoongi could feel his hands become sweaty. He wasn’t having doubts, no, he was just afraid you wouldn’t be there, or that he would mess up his vows. He’s so caught up in his mind, that he doesn’t notice you making your way down the aisle with your dad. Only when Hoseok nudges him does he look up from the ground.

His breath hitched in his throat and liquid gathered in his eyes when he saw you in your wedding dress with your makeup and hair done. You looked absolutely gorgeous, and he was so fortunate to be the one marrying you. His gaze was solely focused on you, and when your eyes met, he couldn’t stop the gummy smile that spread onto his face.

When you saw Yoongi standing there in his black tuxedo with glassy eyes, you felt your heart beat faster. In just a few moments, you would permanently be his. You’d be Mrs. Min. Min Y/n. Yoongi’s wife. Your father handed you off to Yoongi once you reached the altar. Placing your hands in his, you gave him a shy smile.

“You look so beautiful, princess,” Yoongi whispered so just the two of you could hear.

A bright blush coated your cheeks, “Thank you, so do you.” He gave you his gummy grin and looked back to the priest as he started to speak.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Yoongi and Y/n in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Yoongi let out a loud sigh of relief when no one stood up or spoke. The guests laughed, causing him to blush with a shy smile.

“From what I can understand, you two have your own vows you’d like to say?” the priest asked.

Yoongi gulped, “I do- I mean yes, we wrote our own.”

Hoseok - his best man - laughed. Everyone could tell Yoongi was nervous, and you giggled, squeezing his hands. Once the priest gave him permission, your soon-to-be husband took a shaky breath in. God, please don’t let him mess up.

“Here I stand in front of you, the love of my life, to show you that you mean the world to me. Ever since I first saw you that night at the convenience store, I knew you were the one for me. You were sitting there just slurping up ramen - quite messily if I do say so myself,“ Yoongi started, teasing you at the end, earning chuckles from the guests.

He fondly smiled at you, "I never really thought I would get married, it wasn’t that important to me. That is until I met you. As we grew together and became closer throughout the years, I realized that I would go through with all of this if it meant I got to spend the rest of my life, and even after it, with you by my side.”

“Y/n, you may now say your vows,” the priest turned towards you.

You cleared your throat, “Yoongi, I love you with all my heart. You are my best friend. Today I will give myself to you in marriage. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle.”

“I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you and to always hold you in the highest regard. I will always love you, no matter what, for the rest of our existence,” you said, unadulterated love in your gaze.

A tear makes its way down your cheek and Yoongi raises his hand to gently wipe it away. You let out a teary giggle, sniffling as your thumb rubbed against the back of his hand.

“We will now have the exchanging of the rings,” the priest said as Hoseok holds out the rings.

Yoongi grabbed a your ring as the priest asked, “Do you take Y/n as your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

“I do,” Yoongi grins, placing the ring onto your ring finger.

The priest looks to you, “Do you take Yoongi as your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"I do,” your voice is filled with happiness as you place the band on Yoongi’s ring finger.

He smiled at the two of you, “You may now kiss the bride."

Yoongi grinned, his eyes closing as he put his hands around your waist. tugging you into a passionate kiss. You kissed back, letting your mouth part when his tongue licks your bottom lip. The two of you are too caught up in each other to hear the sounds of clapping and the rest of the members shouting.

The reception after the ceremony was filled with laughter, jokes, and dancing. Yoongi and you had multiple people coming up to congratulate you on the marriage. All of the members were tipsy on the fancy champagne. Jungkook was busy stuffing his face with food, Taehyung and Jimin were drunkenly dancing on the dance floor. Namjoon and Seokjin were seeing who could take the most shots. Hoseok was discussing the honeymoon with your husband. God, it felt so nice and made you feel bubbly calling him that.

You were so caught up in your head, that you didn’t notice Yoongi coming up behind you until he had his palms on your sides. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Hey, princess. Are you ready to head out? We have to catch our flight in an hour.”

“Yeah, yeah I am,” you said, voice breathy as you felt his warm breath on your neck.

He placed an open-mouthed kiss on your throat, his voice in a growl, “I can’t wait to see this wedding dress on the floor of our hotel room, baby girl.”

“I guess we should go then, huh?” you gasped, tilting your head to give him more room.

Yoongi smirked, “Yeah, let’s go, baby.”

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diaryofanormalkid · 3 years

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Ya girl FINALLY got her g2 license!

I literally have been waiting/preparing so long for this! Bc I was supposed to do it like 2 different times last year but just ended up having to changes dates bc of covid restrictions/lockdown and locations.

The first time, it had to do with an issue of location I believe or something? It was my driving instructors fault bc they told us we should be booking in one location instead of the first choice.

The real fault was them making us fend for ourselves [my siblings and I] when booking our road tests. So we only had two more chances at changing our road tests dates before we have to wait 6 months, right?

That’s like a rule for some reason, not really sure why when there could be multiple reasons somebody has to change road tests dates. But anyways, so we had two chances left!

So that first road test ended up getting changed from November 12th, 2020 all the way to December 29th, 2020. So I was extremely upset at my driving instructors bc I didn’t want my lessons to go in vain.

I ended up having to space out my driving lessons so that I would have some practice in between taking my lessons and actually doing the test. But... THEN THE FRICKING SECOND LOCKDOWN HAPPENED.

In Ontario, literally the lockdown happened 3 [THREE, YES I AM YELLING THE NUMBER] days before my road test date. So it was December 26th when they shut down EVERYTHING.

And I was so pissed because that meant all road tests were going to get cancelled and we would have to reschedule yet again. Soooo at this point I was a little panicked bc it would be my 3rd and last time.

Remember how I said there is only 3 chances to reschedule a road test and then you have to wait another 6 months before you can reschedule again? Well it wasn’t looking too promising for me.

Because not only did I have to wait and keep checking until the site spit up available dates to book the road (there was none because all road tests were cancelled), this was going to be the deal breaker!

So I finally after months of checking and waiting got to pick a date for July 16th, 2021, which is today (duh)! And I said this is like make or break bc if I don’t pass I have to wait 6 MONTHS AGAIN!

I put a lot of pressure on myself to really do my best to prepare mentally and physically for this road test because I definitely did not want to redo it again! So I was genuinely just so nervous up until this point!

And another factor, I was paranoid that this staging system for the lockdown wouldn’t lift to stage 2-3 in time for my last two driving lessons, because I still had two remaining to kind of refresh my memory.

So it ended up working out perfectly so that I could arrange two driving lessons within two weeks of my road test so I could practice in time! It worked out amazingly.

My shifts and schedule ended up lining up perfectly so that I could not only do those last two driving lessons, but practice many times with my mom and brother! They were such a big help!

I can’t thank them enough bc they really dedicated so much time to making sure I did things correctly and to the standards of how the driving instructors would evaluate.

My mom took me extra early today to the road test location. I actually ended up driving like 80% of the way, which btw is a super far location because I think we got there after and hour and a half?

It was a good drive, I was comfortable. My concerns when we got there (because we got there 2 hours early) mostly was to get familiar with the roads and speed limits quickly and practice parking!

So my parallel parking and reverse parking were my biggest trouble spots. I ended up going over those a lot right before the test. It was super tedious and frustrating because it was hit or miss mostly.

But I ended off on a good note and decided to end it around 10:50-ish so I could get checked in early since my road test was at 11:30. I chose a parking space and was waiting for a looooong time.

The whole time, I’m sweating and nervous with sweaty palms and I started needing to use the washroom and it was just a mess of a time waiting so long for them. I believe I finally started at 12:30-ish?

So when I started, she seemed pretty decent for an instructor and I tried my best not to look nervous but I had to use the bathroom sooo bad I just kept thinking I hope finishes quickly.

It was seriously the shortest test ever though, and I literally don’t think I messed up anything majorly at alll. I felt confident, and by the end of it she told me to finish off with reverse parking.

I was super glad I had practiced all that reverse parking earlier, however it all came down to if I was in the lines or not. So I took my time looking back and in my mirrors and ended off getting inside!

It was funny bc I was inside and not too close to either side, but I was crooked, and I told myself I don’t even want to correct it bc I don’t think I can get myself any straighter than this since I’m already in.

So I called it a day there and just said, I’m in so she can’t tell me I didn’t get inside properly. I was proud of myself bc I did my reverse parking on the first try and without having to correct myself!

At the end of it, she was very brief and short with me but she said I could go back inside to hand in my ticket number and license so that I could collect my license, and that’s how I knew I passed.

It was underwhelming to say the least because she didn’t really make it clear that I passed. She just walked off after. But I was so relieved, it’s like I could feel allll the anxiety release from me immediately!

My mom was so happy for me and immediately praised Jesus! As for myself, I just knew when I got home I had to thank God and then possibly cry bc this is a biiiig milestone for myself specifically!

I was super relieved just because I wouldn’t have to come back! I underwent far too much stress this first time and didn’t want to do it again, so I am just grateful to God!

I also couldn’t be happier that the day that I got my g2 was the day the lockdown was lifted from stage 2 to stage 3! So more places are opening and it was just a perfect time ‼️

#g2 license #driver’s license #driver’s test #road test #I passed!

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sumeshi-t · 4 years

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✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: all the guys want cheerleaders; jon moxley

Notes:

So... I think that arguably, my favorite universe/pairing to write is Jon Moxley and my OC Jane. Apparently so because I have like 5+ universes just for them and counting. I’m seriously tempted to definitely sit down and like... plan out an actual fic bc this is getting outrageous lmao. Anyway, here’s another thing. This is a teenage!jon and jane. So this is one of those inflexible / non changeable parts, btw.

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Summary:

Jon decides to surprise Jane by coming home just to take her to some stupid dance. And surprise her, he does. Fluffy af. I mean.. In Mox’s typical way of being fluffy.

Pairing:

Jon Moxley x OFC, Jane

Warnings:

Uhhh... fluffy surprises.

“Everything looks like shit on me. That’s it, I’m not going to this fucking dance.” Jane threw down the fourth dress and stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head. She was only even going to this stupid thing because her grandmother was making a big deal about her going.

It wasn’t like she wanted to go. The guy she’d rather go to prom with was gone, he left town to go off and become some kind of famous wrestler or something. His own words.

As if on cue, the phone rang and Jane grabbed for it. Mox promised he’d call her the second he got where he was going. “Well, dickhead?”

“Hey to you too, Janey.” blue eyes darted around the bar and when the guys got too loud, Mox gave them all a silencing glare. It only got him teased by Callihan and Cole, but Mox ignored the two jackasses and turned away, busying himself by doodling on a napkin. “Ya find a dress?”

“I’m not goin to that stupid prom.”

“Janey, c’mon. Ya promised ya grandma.”

“I know, I know.. I just.. I don’t wanna. Besides, I look like shit in all the dresses she picked up for me to try. Besides, I asked that dumbass in my Bio class if he’d take me as a friend. Turns out he’s already goin with someone. Or I’m ugly as fuck and he’s just too polite to point it out. Or he’s lyin and…” Janey trailed off, rolling onto her back on the bed and Mox sighed on the other end of the line.

“First of all, ya not ugly. Second, ya don’t have t’ go with somebody to go.” Mox calmly pointed out. He grabbed the beer Callihan bought over to him and took a long sip, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he finished. “Ya grandma just wants ya to have a good time. She’s tryin to cheer you up.”

… just tell her already, damn…

He was hell bent on not ruining the surprise though. He knew how much Jane really wanted to go to prom and thanks to peeking in her journal when he stopped by to see her before he left town, he knew exactly why she was digging her heels in about going.

Apparently, she only wanted to go with him. But she’d never admit it, she’d never admit a lot of things she wrote about him in her journal and those things… They were another huge reason he was out of Ohio and trying to make a name for himself. He wanted to be the best he could be, for her. He wanted to be able to give her everything he thought she deserved, despite knowing that she’d be fine with just being with him.

He wanted to give her so much more.

Jane eyed the phone and bit her lip. “ I don’t wanna go, okay? Why’s it so important I go, huh? It’s gonna be lame.”

“If you don’t go, ya gonna look back and regret it.”

“Or maybe I won’t, Mox.”

Mox took a deep breath, trying to keep from telling her exactly why he wanted her to go so badly. If she didn’t go, then he couldn’t show up in the stupid damned tuxedo. He couldn’t give her the necklace he’d bought for her.

… but if she doesn’t wanna go, maybe you could surprise her at home… take her out somewhere real nice… ya gonna have plenty of money, man… and the thought had him taking a deep breath.

“Maybe ya won’t. If ya don’t wanna go, don’t. I gotta ask ya somethin, okay?”

Jane raised a brow and rolled over onto her stomach, propping on her elbow. She tried to picture him, all sweaty and probably bloody, probably fresh from a fight.. She found herself wondering if he was wearing the sleeveless vest, or if he’d just fought in jeans tonight. She found herself wishing that she wasn’t stuck in stupid Ohio, doing what she promised him she’d do. She didn’t get why it was so important she stayed, she could’ve easily finished high school wherever he wound up. It would’ve been their big adventure, just like they always talked about. She could’ve gotten by on her photography and worked as a waitress too.

She just missed him.

She hadn’t seen him in over a month and she was afraid it was going to be like her parents all over again.. One day, she’d try to call their face to memory and realize she couldn’t anymore. The thought had her eyes stinging with tears and she wiped at her eyes, scowling about it.

She just didn’t want to forget him or lose him too and now that he was gone, despite him diligently keeping in touch, she was so afraid that very thing was going to happen.

“Ya there, Janey?”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin.. Ask away.” Jane sat up and took a deep breath or two. This happened, it was a fact of life. Sooner or later, she reminded herself, even the best of friends drifted away from each other. It sucked and it was sad, but it was true.

And she was most likely going to lose him before she ever got to tell him just how special he was to her and how much she loved him, faults and all.

“Ya trust me?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question, Mox. You know I trust you. Probably one hell of a lot more than I trust anyone else.” Jane answered quickly, wondering what made him ask that.

“I need ya to go to our place. Saturday.”

“But you were saying a minute ago you wanted me to go to the stupid fucking prom too.. What do you want me to do, Mox…” Jane trailed off and he chuckled. “You said ya didn’t wanna go to prom. So, I thought maybe if ya went somewhere you were comfortable instead, might make ya feel better.”

… it’s only gonna remind me you’re not here, but okay.. Jane almost said it aloud, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she agreed to go to their spot on Saturday night at 6. And given that her grandma had already given her a ‘free pass’ for the night, Jane decided that maybe she could just get ready like she planned to go to prom, go to their little spot down by the docks and change somewhere in a bathroom. Why Mox wanted her to go, she had no idea, but it certainly seemed urgent.

( SATURDAY NIGHT )

“Okay, grandma. I’m heading out.”

“Wait, I want to get a picture of you, sweetie.”

Jane tapped her foot against the floor but she smiled, nodded and let her grandmother get a picture of her. She felt guilty for not just telling the woman she wasn’t going to prom, but she was going to wander around the docks, she knew it wouldn’t matter but her grandma would worry the entire time, but she also knew that she might disappoint the older woman.

That was the last thing Jane wanted to ever do was to disappoint her grandma.

After her grandma got another picture or two and hugged her, Jane set out, walking quickly, cursing the stupid heels and the wind and the fact that the stupid dress didn’t have any sleeves at all and herself for not bringing a jacket.

She hadn’t even been able to grab a change of clothing, her grandmother had wanted to hover close, to reminisce about her own prom and how her grandpa saved her from the unwanted advances of some “uppity jock guy” that night. And Jane, well.. She’d had fun listening to the woman’s stories, and letting her grandma do something. They’d been talking and her grandmother admitted that it wasn’t so much wanting her to go to prom, but wanting her not to stop living just because that “sweet boy two doors down” was gone. Her grandmother had apparently been worried about her as of late, because she hadn’t been as bright or as happy as she had been before Mox left.

Jane stopped to lean against a factory and leaned down, taking off the stupid heels, glaring at them as she rubbed her foot.

It was almost 8 now and she was within sight of the docks.

Someone was standing there, their back facing her.

In a suit.

They weren’t so much standing there still as they were pacing a little. Jane almost just turned and left whoever it was to their pacing, but then, the pacing man turned to face her and when she saw him, she didn’t think or bother censoring herself, she just started to run right for him, flinging herself at him as soon as she reached him. Mox wrapped his arms around her, easily lifting her off her bare feet, breathing in the scent of her shampoo because God knew he’d missed it the entire time he’d been away.

“Mox? Is this why you kept tryin to make me go to prom?”

All Mox could do was shrug and stare at her. “Fuck..”

“What’s wrong?” Jane cocked her head to the side, looking up at her friend. Mox blurted it out before he could stop himself.

“Always thought ya were beautiful but goddamn..” he mumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his head as he stared down at her.

Jane almost laughed, thinking he was just kidding her, but the look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks. He dug around in the pockets of the stupid suit, swearing, almost panicking when he thought he might have left the box with the necklace inside on the bus he’d gotten off of earlier, but finally, he found it and pulled it out.

“I got ya somethin.”

“Jon…”

“Shh.. There’s somethin I been wanting to say. If I don’t say it now, I won’t.” Mox was doing it again, the pacing and mumbling thing he tended to do when angry or nervous. Jane reached out, stepping in front of him and stopping him where he stood. “Say it then, Mox. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I love ya. I love ya so goddamn much and goin away, it wasn’t cos I wanted t’ leave ya, ya gotta know that. It was cos one day, I wanted to… I bought ya this. I saw it and I remembered how upset ya were when ya lost the one like it ya mom gave ya.” he held out the box and Jane opened it, staring at the rose gold heart shaped locket that was almost identical to the one her mom always wore when she was alive. She wiped at her eyes and for a second, his face fell.

Why was she about to cry?

“I fucked up.”

“No, no. No. This is.. It’s perfect and it’s beautiful and I..”

Words were failing her at the moment, so she rose to tiptoe, tugging at the tie that he hadn’t even tied right, pulling his mouth down to her own, pulling him into as deep a kiss as she could. Mox deepened it even more, gripping at her lower back, holding her up as best as he could.

“Ya what?”

“I love you too. I always have.”

“I was gonna take ya to that one real fancy restaurant.. If ya hungry?” Mox broke the kiss to ask and Jane gave a soft laugh, nodding.

#jon moxley fanfiction #jon moxley fanfic #jon moxley fic #jon moxley oneshot #jon moxley imagine #// this is another part of Jon and Jane's universe - it's from when they were teenagers so that doesn't change tbh #// i have a world building problem ahem... addiction

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b4ku-h03 · 5 years

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scary movie (bakugou x fem!reader)

A/N: Is this idea original at all? no. I’ve never actually written anything before, and I had the thought of what would happen if bkgo’s quirk accidentally went off when he held hands with someone, bc feelings are hard so he’d just get nervous and sweaty, which would make him more nervous and more sweaty and then..... the inevitable. anyway this is literally the first thing ive ever written and i didn’t know how to end it so here we are! if this is bad plz forgive me lol

Warning: Swearing

“Hey Kacchan!” Midoriya called out to Bakugou, who was headed to the elevators from the kitchen to catch some early shut eye on a Friday night.

“We’re all gonna watch a really scary ghost movie, do you wanna join us?”

Some of the residents at the Heights Alliance dorm had spread out the couches and pillows in the common area in front of the TV, ready for a movie night.

“We’re bonding!” Uraraka gleefully exclaimed.

“Tch.” Bakugou scoffed, glancing at who was present in the current company. Deku, Uraraka, Kaminari, Ashido, Kirishima, Sero and Jirou. A bunch of nerds that he was not in the mood to tolerate.

Kaminari looked over the back of the couch from his spot on the floor, “Cmon Bakugou, I heard this movie’s supposed to be pretty scary! None of that baby jump scare stuff.”

Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets, annoyed that these people had the nerve to interrupt his peaceful Friday night.

“Hell no, I have much better things to do than hang out with you losers.” Bakugou continued on to the elevator, when the door dinged open before he could press the “up” button.

The elevator doors opened to reveal you, dressed in your comfy pajama shorts and a tank top. You were holding four empty water glasses that you had been hoarding in your room.

“Oh!” Your cheeks flushed from suddenly being face to face with the blond. “Um.... don’t mind me!” You slid past him, embarrassed that you were caught doing the empty cup walk-of-shame by the hot-headed boy.

Bakugou watched you head to the kitchen, hesitating a moment to take in your figure in your skimpy pajamas. “Tch.” He scoffed again, remembering his goal of sleeping for the rest of the weekend, and headed into the elevator.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Midoriya called out. “Do you wanna watch a scary movie with us?”

Bakugou suddenly stopped in his tracks and stepped back out of the elevator.

You set your glasses in the sink and walked over to the group settling in to their seats. “What kind of scary movie?” You perked up now that you were no longer carrying anything.

“A really scary ghost movie. Plus we’re watching the director’s cut that they couldn’t show in theaters! I heard there’s so much blood in it, it made one of the cast members throw up!” Kirishima said, raising a fist in the air in excitement.

“Oh... well, I was gonna go to sleep but...” you trailed off.

Ashido scooted over on the small love seat she was sitting on, “Here, (Y/N),” she patted the empty cushion on her right. “You can come sit with me and we’ll be scared together!”

You reluctantly agreed and sat down. It could be fun, even though scary movies really got to you. You had an overactive imagination and scary imagery in movies stuck with you for a long time, continuing to freak you out long after you finished watching said movie.

Kaminari was sitting on the floor in front of your and Ashido’s couch, in between the two sets of legs. “If you guys get too scared, you can just grab on to me and I’ll protect you!” Kaminari flexed, trying his hardest to look cool.

Suddenly Bakugou walked into the living room and smacked Kaminari in the head. “You can’t protect anyone, you Pikachu reject.” He pushed Kaminari over to the side, plopping down and stealing his seat next to your legs on the floor.

“Uhh Kacchan, I thought you didn’t want to watch with us?” Midoriya looked over at Uraraka, both confused about what made Bakugou change his mind.

“Y’all convinced me, so this movie better not suck or you’ll owe me for wasting my Friday night.” There was a slight blush in his cheeks as he adjusted in his seat and accidentally bumped into your legs hanging off the couch. You didn’t want to piss off Bakugou by accidentally bumping him one too many times, so you pulled your legs up under yourself, although you could still feel the warmth emanating off his body due to the close proximity.

Everyone started to settle in as Jirou and Sero tried to fix the old DVD player that was giving them issues. Midoriya watched Bakugou closely, realizing exactly what changed his mind. He had to tell Uraraka, but didn’t wanna draw any attention to the two of you.

He started typing out a text,

Deku: Ochako!!! Kacchan changed his mind bc of (Y/N) being here!! Look at him, he even went out of his way to sit near her!!”

Ochako: omg I think you’re right Deku. Tho I didn’t think Bakugou was even capable of having romantic feelings towards anyone

Deku: I mean same but deep down I think he’s a nice guy. He clearly wants to sit with her, should we do something??

Uraraka looked back up at the two of you, where Ashido was talking to you about her latest trip to the mall. Bakugou sat at your feet glaring angrily into space. She looked back at Midoriya and motioned towards Ashido. The couch you and her were sitting on was only big enough for two people. She pulled up her phone again and opened up her text conversation with Ashido.

Ochako: Mina!!!! Get off that couch and sit with us instead

Ashido’s phone dinged, and she stopped mid-story to check the text message. You weren’t really listening too intently anyway. It was too distracting sitting this close to Bakugou. He made you feel so nervous and quiet, even though compared to how he treated everyone else, he was very kind and calm with you. Plus he was really cool, and talented, and super cute... but you could never tell him that. His rough exterior and harsh personality made it impossible for someone like you to talk to him.

Ashido read her text from Uraraka, and looked up at her and Midoriya. “Huh? What?” Uraraka and Midoriya were silently motioning to you and Bakugou, trying their best to not capture your attention too. Ashido looked to Bakugou, who let out an over the top yawn, and stretched his arms up over his head, accidentally bumping your legs again. His face flushed as he quickly pulled his arms down and crossed them again. Ashido then glanced back to you, you were covering your face with your hand to hide the blush from the little physical contact you had just had with the boy.

She looked at Midoriya and Uraraka again, and mouthed an excited “oh my god” at them.

Mina: wow they’re pathetic lmao

Ochako: I know!!

Mina: what should I say?

Ochako: Just get up and say you’re gonna sit with us and offer Bakugou your seat!!! Nonchalantly though plz!!! Don’t embarrass them!!!

Ashido stood up suddenly and got off the couch, getting your attention again. “Um,” she hesitated, looking at you and glancing at Bakugou, who was pretending not to listen. “(Y/N), I’m gonna go sit on the bigger couch with Midoriya and Ochako.”

You looked at her, confused. “Oh, okay. That’s fine.” You smiled softly. Ashido looked to Bakugou, who had slightly turned his head towards her.

“Bakugou, you can have my seat if you’d like.” She winked at you and walked away towards the other couch. A sigh of relief came from Midoriya and Uraraka.

A wave of fear rushed through you as you realized what was happening. Ashido sat down next to Uraraka, and Bakugou continued to sit on the floor. What felt like the longest minute in the world passed, and Bakugou stood up and scoffed. “The floor was uncomfortable anyway.”

He sat down on the small couch next to you, sitting as close to the arm rest as he possibly could, resting his arm on it and leaning his head into his palm. You also embarrassedly scooted farther away from him so as not to bother him, since he seemed to want to keep his distance.

“We’ve just about got the DVD player working! Now that I’ve gotten Sero to stop trying to use his tape to fix everything.” Jirou announced to the rest of the group. Sero whined, “Hey, my tape fixes ~most~ things. Ya can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Bakugou reluctantly turned his head towards you, looking at you with lidded and bored eyes. “So um... do you... like scary movies?” He hesitated a lot between words, his tone low and almost nervous, it seemed. For once he didn’t sound annoyed or angry.

You smiled at him, hoping your face didn’t noticeably twitch from how nervous you were while talking to him. “Yes and no, I like watching scary movies, but I hate being scared. Do you like these kind of movies?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I don’t like any movies. They’re a big waste of two hours that could be used to do something productive.” He glanced at you to gauge your reaction, which seemed disappointed. You didn’t know what else to make of this conversation since he already seemed in a bad mood. His expression softened a little, “if you don’t like being scared, why be stupid and watch the damn movie in the first place?”

You shrugged, looking down at your hands in your lap. “I guess I like the excitement of it, if that makes sense. Even though I’ll probably cover my eyes during the really scary parts, and try to bring myself back to reality, ya know?” Bakugou looked at your hands, you were nervously twiddling your fingers.

“Well,” he lowered his voice, speaking in a calm tone, making sure only you could hear him, “even though it’s stupid as hell, if you get that scared and need help getting yourself back to reality, you can... grab my hand or something. And then you’ll realize how dumb it is to be scared of something that’s not real.” He sounded annoyed by the end of his sentence, but you could tell the sentiment was still there. His face flushed a little, and he looked away from you.

“Okay, it’s ready! Someone turn off the lights! Jirou had finally fixed the DVD player and started the movie. The opening credits started, and everyone stopped talking amongst themselves.

You didn’t respond to Bakugou, you were too surprised by his kind offer. When the lights turned off, you could see him in the light coming from the TV. He had relaxed a little in his seat. In fact, he looked like he might’ve scooted a tiny bit closer to you. You let yourself relax a little too, and turned your attention to the movie.

The movie you were watching did a really great job at setting up the scary atmosphere, and everyone seemed incredibly sucked into the story. But you were having trouble focusing. Every time Bakugou shifted in his seat, he ended up moving closer to you, bit by bit. He smelled like firewood and caramel, and he had so much warmth coming off of him, most likely from his quirk. You were generally always cold, but just from sitting next to him, you felt at a comfortably warm temperature. His right hand sat lazily on the seat between the two of you, so it seemed like he was sticking by his offer. The thought of grabbing his hand made your stomach knot, even if it was supposed to make you feel better. You didn’t have to make it weird, you were sure he meant it as a regular old nice gesture, with no ulterior motives. You didn’t know what was scarier, the movie, or the thought of holding Bakugou’s hand.

As the movie went on, you had started to get sucked in and forgot all about the boy sitting next to you. The music in the movie was building up into something that was clearly a jump scare. Every person in the room watching sat tensely and silently, anticipating the scare.

“AHHHHHH!” The protagonist of the movie screamed as a horrifying ghost popped up on the screen, making every single person watching jump and scream as well. Even Bakugou jumped in his seat a little. The scare really got you, you covered your eyes with one hand and then without thinking, you quickly grabbed hard onto Bakugou’s right hand. He looked over at you in surprise as you were leaning into him and holding onto his hand, trying not to look at the ghost that was on the screen. He smirked a little at how pathetic you looked, and then he finally took a moment to appreciate your presence. You smelled good, sweet like vanilla, and he couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by the smell. He started to grow nervous, realizing that he had never been this close to you before. As you continued to hold his hand, he could feel it getting sweatier by the second.

He tried not to pay attention to how gross and sweaty his hand must’ve felt to you, but that only made him more nervous and even more sweaty. As the sweat and nerves built up higher and higher, his heartbeat got faster and faster, he started to lose control of his emotions when...

*BOOM*

A small explosion caused everyone in the room to turn around, surprised by the sound and sudden smell of smoke.

When everyone found the source of the explosion, they saw you and Bakugou sitting very close to each other, with you holding your wrist and coughing, your hand blackened by the soot, and Bakugou’s right hand smoking. The look of fear on his face was a tell all, as everyone slowly realized what just happened.

“Ow...” you lightly exclaimed, shaking the pain from your hand, the small explosion in your hand came as more of a shock rather than real pain.

Bakugou looked around at everybody that were all still staring at the two of you, and then he looked to you in a panic, unsure of how to play this off, but also worried that he had hurt you when he accidentally let his quirk off.

“Bakugou...” Kirishima broke the silence amongst the group, “Were you two... holding hands...?”

Bakugou, in a panic, reacted the way everyone expected him to, he stood up on the couch with an accusatory finger pointed at everyone.

“SO WHAT IF WE WERE, ASSHOLES? NEWS FLASH, I’M A NICE GUY AND WAS COMFORTING HER IN HER TIME OF NEED!!” He pointed his finger at you, and you smiled nervously at your classmates. Bakugou pointed his finger back to everyone else. “YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT??!! FUCK YOU” Bakugou was nearly breathing fire with how red and embarrassed he was, but he would not let that get in the way of his pride.

Bakugou jumped over the back of the couch and headed once again towards the elevators, refusing to make eye contact with anyone “This movie sucks anyway, now I’M GOING TO BED, YA LOSERS” he screamed, fuming as he walked away.

Once Bakugou had left the room, everyone relaxed a little in their seats. “Um...” you started, smiling at everyone again, “back to the movie?” Ashido, Uraraka and Midoriya sighed, “That’s the last time I do any favors for Bakugou.” Ashido huffed.

Everyone muttered to themselves as Jirou pressed play on the movie again. Everyone’s attention was back on the movie and away from you, which finally gave you a chance to breathe.

Your phone dinged, and you checked to see who had texted you,

K. Bakugou 📛: hope that didn’t hurt your hand too badly... Lmk if you want me to make it up to you later. GOOD NIGHT

You giggled to yourself at the aggression from his text.

(Y/N): Okee, next time I hold your hand, be sure to wipe it off first :)

You sent the text, and another moment passed before your phone went off again.

K. Bakugou 📛: OK WHATEVER GOOD NIGHT

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself through the rest of the movie, so much that you didn’t even notice anymore that it was supposed to be scary.

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha x reader #idk what to tag this or if i even want ppl to read this lol

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mcwriting · 5 years

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Dance Dance Revolution

Welllllll the other night I couldn't sleep and wrote basically this entire thing in my head. It’s kinda based on how I feel about dance auditions and also slightly inspired by a dance moms clip I saw where the girls auditioned to be in a MattyB music video and it caused ~drama~. The reader description is kind of based on myself bc even though I’ve been dancing forever, I’m definitely bigger than a size 2 and it usually surprises people when I tell them about my dancing.

Fandom: Tom Holland (is this even a fandom anymore honestly)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Setting: A dance studio, duh

Word Count: 2,144

Warnings: bratty teenage girls?

Rating: idk fam, but it’s pretty tame

Background: You are a dancer at a small company who does it for the pure joy of dancing. When your studio is chosen to be a part of Tom Holland’s next movie, tensions mount between dancers as each hopes to be selected to dance with him on camera.

Yeah I’m really bad at summaries okay I’m sorry

reader is at least 18, and maybe a sr in high school or a freshman in college.

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You took a big gulp of water before wiping some sweat from your forehead. You and your 12 classmates had been given few minutes to recover from barre before heading to center port de bras.

You were one of the advanced dancers at the studio, having been doing ballet since early childhood along with other genres like contemporary and hip hop. Unlike some of the other girls, though, you didn't necessarily “look” the part of a typical dancer. You weren't tall and flat-stomached, but it never hindered you from performing and advancing in skill.

As everyone began heading towards the center, the door was opened by none other than the studio owner, Alyssa. She had a wide smile on her face as she quietly shut the door behind her. She asked your teacher for permission to interrupt class a moment and then moved to the center of the mirrors.

“Girls, I have an important announcement,” she began, causing everyone to look around in confusion as she continued.

“Our studio has been selected to be filmed in a new movie starring Tom Holland!”

With that exclamation, there followed gasps and squeals, and you couldn't help the smile that stretched across your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach.

“Wait, wait. Now before you get too excited, I have one more announcement,” Alyssa interjected, exclaiming, “In only a couple short weeks, we will be hosting an audition for one of you to dance a duet with Tom, and even if you aren't chosen, all thirteen of you will still be onscreen in the class shots!”

Everyone started jumping around and squealing even more in excitement.

With that, she left you to the mercy of your teacher, and none of you could help but feel ecstatic about the situation as you finished up ballet class.

The following Saturday, you turned on your favorite playlist and began stretching in one of the smaller studios. Very few people other than Alyssa and the people working in the attached dance store would be at the studio today and you had been given permission to work alone. Being one of the oldest dancers at the studio definitely had its perks with opportunities like this.

You also knew that some of the people working on the movie would be meeting with Alyssa, so you hoped that you could be left alone for a while to just dance.

After warming up, you decided to freestyle dance for a while, just moving and letting the music take over you. You combined contemporary and ballet moves, doing some turns and jumps along with floor work.

When the song you were dancing to ended, you stopped to catch your breath and get water when you noticed some people peeking through the window watching. You blushed slightly as you looked down at your attire: black work-out leggings and a tank top, hair thrown messily into a bun with wispies sticking out everywhere.

You ultimately decided to pause the music and step into the hallway to say hi, and you found Alyssa standing with four people: One woman, two middle-aged men, and Tom Holland himself.

“Y/n, these are some of the most important people working on the movie,” Alyssa said as you shook hands with everyone.

“You looked amazing in there,” the woman commented, garnering praise from the other people as well.

“Thank you, that means so much! Honestly, I really wasn't even dancing, that was just some improv,” you explained.

“I can’t imagine how lovely it’d be to see you perform choreo, then,” Tom added, causing you to chuckle in reply.

“I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that I hope you'll be auditioning in a couple weeks,” said one of the men. You nodded and said,

“Of course, but I’m sure there will be stiff competition. I think we’ll make the choice hard for you all!”

With that, you bid them adieu and reentered the studio, pulling up a playlist of songs that you had choreographed dances to. You performed one of your favorite contemporary pieces, one that you would be doing in an upcoming show.

After finishing, sweaty and a little tired, you accidentally made eye contact through the mirror with Tom, who sent a wink before following Alyssa and the group down the hall to her office.

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Two days later, you were getting ready for class and filling a water bottle when one of the other girls came up to you.

“I heard you got a head start on the audition,” she stated, arms crossed.

You looked around and furrowed your brows.

“Um, I mean, I had some private studio time this weekend and the people touring with Alyssa saw me dance for a minute. Even if they had watched me a lot, though, I’m sure none of the people there will be on the audition panel.”

She gave you a look before answering with, “I guess we’ll just have to see,” then turned and walked into the studio.

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Two weeks later, you were standing nervously in the waiting room, wearing a black leo and tights, a paper number “11″ pinned to your stomach.

Over the past few weeks, tension had become thick with the day’s impending audition, and the girls (and some of the guys) of the studio had split on whether or not you had somehow cheated by accidentally meeting the movie heads. Along with the advanced dancers, some of the intermediates that were allowed to audition had also been swayed to see you as the bad guy.

Thankfully they hadn't discovered that you met Tom, and a good majority of people stuck by you.

Finally everyone was called into the main studio for the ballet audition and you felt your stomach drop when you saw the panel: Tom, the other 3 people that you met, and two people that you guessed were choreographers. Alyssa was also sitting in and your teacher would be running the audition.

Alyssa then asked the panel to introduce themselves from left to right, starting with Tom, the director (the man that asked you to audition), executive producer (the other man), the casting director (the woman that complimented you), and the head and assistant choreographers.

You suddenly felt extremely nervous. Alyssa was right, the four people you had danced for really were the most important people in your life right now, and after everyone settled at the barre, the audition began.

Tom’s eyes caught yours for a second in the middle of your plie combination and he grinned, causing you to perform more and gain some confidence.

A few hours later, you had gone through ballet, pointe, contemporary, hip hop, and musical theatre auditions and everyone was waiting for call backs. With some of the studio still split, you moved to the back of the room and talked with one of the guys that you were close with.

The guys had also auditioned because they would be in the class scenes, even if they weren't doing a duet with Tom, per say (although the idea of any of those guys doing a major piece with Tom was kind of funny to imagine).

You leaned in and whispered into his ear,

“The three people closest to Tom were the ones that watched me dance a few weeks ago.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“There’s more. Tom was there too, and he obviously recognized me. But you can't tell a soul about this,” you threatened, earning a nod in confirmation. You talked for a while longer until Alyssa came out holding a folder.

“Alright everyone! You are all going to be in the film, but unfortunately only one can be the lead. Right now, I only have one callback number but please stick around for a little bit if you aren't called just in case. The lucky number isssss...” she said pausing.

You looked at the girls around you, guessing who it would be. It was most likely going to be one of the girls with the ballerina bodies and model-level faces. You crossed your arms as Alyssa called out,

“Eleven!”

You looked around trying to remember who 11 was when you felt a nudge. Your friend was elbowing your side and he said

“Y/n, that’s you!”

You were shocked and finally stuck an arm up to alert Alyssa that it was you. As you walked past the girls, you heard the naysayers grumbling, whispering “told ya so!” and “I can't believe this!” to each other while your friends encouraged you.

The panel stood as you entered the room, Alyssa shutting the door promptly behind herself to keep everyone else out while you went to shake everyone’s hands.

The panel praised you for your performance and asked that you and Tom would partner a little bit to make sure you fit well. They especially liked that you were shorter than him, even in pointe shoes, and hoped that you danced similarly.

He came around the table in black joggers, a grey t-shirt, and some black ballet flats, ready to dance. The head choreographer asked you mostly to do contemporary steps, like you rolling over his back and some floor slides.

She then asked that you did a lift to see what both of you were capable of. That’s when you felt really nervous. Other than when you were a small child, you had never been the person picked up in lifts, and actually, because you were pretty strong, you were almost always the base for lifts.

You were about to protest when Tom swept you off your feet, lifting you easily into a bridal-style carry. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you squealed, eyes suddenly meeting his, inches away. He smiled and smoothly whispered,

“Don’t you trust me, darling?”

You smiled and nodded, and he put you down carefully. The choreographer then asked you to stand with your left leg in an arabesque while Tom stood behind you. He hooked his left elbow under the upper part of your thigh and wrapped his right arm around your stomach.

You were hyper-aware of his touch and he made sure that you were alright before you tried to jump while he lifted. The first attempt, you jumped too early and he lifted too late, causing you both to fall over and erupt into laughter, apologizing a hundred times to each other.

The second attempt though, you both were in sync, and when he got you up, you positioned your legs into a fish lift as he spun you. At the end, he dipped you into a fish dive, then gently set you down into your splits and you spun on the ground, standing to face him.

The panel clapped and murmured before the casting director finally exclaimed four fateful words,

“You've got the part!”

As Alyssa and the panel figured out paper work, you turned to Tom.

“We never properly met, I’m y/n.”

He smiled and replied,

“I know. I asked Alyssa about you that day we toured. I couldn't keep my eyes off you then or today. You’re quite the talent.”

You blushed as the two of you got to know each other, excited that you would be dancing with the man you had been crushing on for ages.

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After the casting process, there were two weeks of rehearsals for both the company and yours and Tom’s duet. Most of the girls ended up letting go of the idea that you had “cheated” and instead became overcome with excitement.

You and Tom had enjoyed your private rehearsals together and when the day for shooting came, you felt so comfortable with Tom that you almost forgot there were other people in the studio. At the end of the day, both of you were exhausted and sweaty, but extremely happy with the result.

You were now sitting on the ground by your dance bag, untying your pointe shoes and wiggling your toes, relieved to finally free your feet. Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your shoulder and you turned to find Tom smiling at you.

“You were incredible, love,” he said as he helped pull you to your feet. His arms wrapped around you into a sweaty hug. Into your neck he said, “I can’t wait to bring you to the premiere.”

You pulled away, surprised.

“The premiere? What do you mean?” you questioned as he smirked.

“I want you to be my date to the premiere. Of course, that’s months away, so maybe you could settle with dinner for now?” he asked, looking up innocently.

A laugh bubbled out of you and you nodded.

“Tom Holland, I would love nothing more than to have dinner with you, no premiere required.”

With that, you began a happy relationship that resulted in many, many dates, including more than just one movie premiere.

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A/N: lol bad ending as always. Hope you all enjoy this dumb thing I wrote. If you’re new, please check out some of my other works under the Tom tags or even my other fandom stuff. Love you guys as always!

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honeybunash · 6 years

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Three Missed Calls at 2 am

Warnings: kinda angst?, some fluff?, mentions of drinking, cursing

Requested?: nope

Prompt?: best friends to lovers no. 2, 8, and 14

Pairing: best friend!Ashton x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: This is my first ever writing and I’m super nervous to post this but here it is!!! I wrote this all in one night and I stayed up way too late to finish it but it was worth it bc i’m lowkey super proud of it! Hope you enjoy! Also I’m so bad at endings so sorry that the end is so shitty in advance

Summary: You blacked out one night and you may or may not have drunk-dialed your best friend and confessed your love to him

Admittedly, you didn’t make some of the best decisions of your life last night. In all honestly, you barely remember it. It started off with you and your girlfriends taking shots and once they headed to the dance floor, you stayed back and took a few (a lot) more by yourself. After that, everything was black until you opened your eyes to the sunlight flooding your living room the next morning. Head pounding, you let out a frustrated moan, annoyed that you keep letting yourself do this. You try to roll over but, not realizing you’re on the couch, you roll right off and land on the hardwood floor. Too tired and hungover to care, you curl up on the hard ground with the blanket that your girlfriends placed over you. They also took off all your makeup and made sure there was advil and a large glass of water on the table next to the couch. You already expected this since they’ve done the same treatment for the past few days whenever you come home so drunk you don’t even remember your own name. They think you’re just stressed out and need something to take your mind off everything so you’re constantly intoxicating yourself. You know the real motivation behind it but you’d never tell them because if you did, they wouldn’t let you leave the house again. Instantly regretting curling up, you attempt to stand up but as soon as you put any pressure on your left foot, sharp pains shoot up your leg. You manage to crawl onto the couch and notice a note next to the water and advil.

Good morning Y/N! Hope you enjoyed the 15 shots you had last night that made you black out! You went a little too wild on the dance floor and twisted your left ankle. You couldn’t walk at all so we had to leave early. Ellie carried you home while the rest of us made sure you didn’t puke on anyone or anything. Thanks for making us carry you home for the third time this week! Really appreciate it. Anyways there’s extra pancakes in the fridge and Natasha cut up some strawberries so those are in there too. Try to take it easy and don’t put pressure on your ankle. Take your advil and drink a shit ton of water. Don’t plan on going out again any time soon. Your ankle and your liver need a break. See you tonight. -Tina

You roll your eyes while you swallow the advil and down the rest of the water. “Really appreciate it.” Fuck off Tina you’re acting like we’ve never had to carry your drunk ass home from drinking too many dollar margaritas or when we had to go to ER to get your stomach pumped after Julian broke up with you? Grow the fuck up. And “Don’t plan on going out again anytime soon.” Excuse me? Who the fuck are you? My mother? Ugh.

You go to check your phone and once you realize it’s dead, you also realize that you have to somehow get up the stairs to get to your charger in your room even though you can barely walk. Such a great start to the morning!

It takes you ten minutes to cross your living room, go up the stairs, and across the disgusting mess your room is, trying not to twist your other ankle while you step over the piles of dirty clothes, bags, and any other belongings that line your floor. You plop onto your bed and plug in your phone, waiting for it to turn on. As you lay there, you hear the deadbolt to your apartment unlocking and the fast paced thuds of boots heading towards your room. The door to your room opens and you see it’s your best friend. He’s visibly frustrated and his chest is rising and falling quickly under his shirt.

“Hey Ash, what’re you doing here?” you ask him groggily.

“Why the fuck do you think I’m here?” He responds, slamming the door shut.

“I don’t know, you wanted to check up on me to make sure I didn’t die last night?”

“Oh, I know you didn’t die last night.” He snaps back.

“Well that’s good, right? Here I am! Alive and well! Kinda!” The frustrated look on Ashton’s face isn’t going away. “What’s going on? Did I do something?”

“Yes you fucking did something, Y/N.”

“Well obviously I don’t know what I did so would you just tell me?”

Ashton rubs his temples with forefinger and thumb and looks at the ground. “Have you not checked your phone yet this morning?”

“No. It was dead and I just came up here to plug it in.”

“Maybe you should check it.”

You keep your eyes on him as you reach for your phone. You check your notifications but there’s nothing that seems urgent enough for your best friend to burst into your apartment to confront you about it at ten in the morning.

“Ash I don’t see anything what’s going on?” You search for any answers in his eyes but you can’t find anything.

“Check your call history.”

You immediately check it and see that you called him three times last night. “So I called you a couple times in the middle of the night, what’s the big deal?”

He tilts his head back in frustration. “Do you not remember calling me?”

“No. I blacked out at like midnight. What’s this all about?”

“So you called me while you were drunk.”

“Yes I just told you that I was out by midnight and these calls were at like 2 am.”

“You know what happens when you call people when you’re drunk.”

What the fuck happens when I call people when I’m drunk?

After giving Ashton some confused looks, he exhales sharply, looks at the floor, and then looks you right in the eye. “So are we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

Fuck. You just stare at him, unable to form a sentence. Did you really do this? The one thing you’ve been always dreaded doing?

“I-I did?” you manage to stutter out. He pulls out his phone and plays one of the voicemails you left him.

“Heyyy Ash! I’m at the club right now with El, Nat, and Tina and I maayybe had a few too many drinks. But don’t tell them! I don’t want them to get mad at me. Uhhh anywayss I just wanted to let you know that I love you a lot. Like a lot. I know that I tell you that alllll the time but like I really mean it this time, okay? And it’s like more than just as a best friend, ya know? cause like you’re my favorite person on this whoolleee entire planet and I don’t think you know. I mean, you might, but I doubt I would’ve told you this when I was sober. But you know what they say! Drunk words are sober thoughts! So yeah uh I’m in love with you and now you know. Yay! I can finally get that off my chest. That’s been sitting there for like two years so I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Okay I’ll probably see you tomorrow because you always check up on me in the morning which is so nice by the way and just one of the reasons why I’m so in love with you. Okay! I love you! Byeee!”

You just sit there in utter disbelief, listening to your drunk voice coming out of his phone. This can’t be happening this can’t be happening this can’t be happening this can’t be happening.

“Now do you know why I’m here?”

All you can do is nod. Tears start to well in your eyes as the recording shuts off.

“I have two more just like that. Want to hear those too?” you can hear his voice raising.

“I don’t need to hear anymore.” you burst, stopping Ash from embarrassing you again. “I’m sorry.” This is it. This is how I lose my best friend. Over one stupid drunk phone call. Why the fuck did I have to do that?

He turns around and slams his fist on the door, making you jump. His head hangs down and he takes a deep breath.

“God Y/N, why the fuck are you like this?” He turns back around to look at you. “I know that you drunk-dial your exes and any of the guys you flirt with on tinder... but me? Why me?” Your heart breaks at your best friend’s words and it breaks even more as your eyes meet his, filled with hurt and confusion. There’s no helping it now as tears drip down your face and you can see his eyes are tearing up too.

“Ash I’m-“ you begin, but he puts his hand up to stop you. He walks over, narrowly avoiding twisting his own ankle as he sits down on the bed next to you. His breathing is heavy again and you can see his lip quivering slightly. To your surprise, he takes your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. He gives your hand the slightest squeeze.

“Why is your hand so sweaty?” you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “No but seriously why? Am I making you nervous?” His mouth curves into a slight smirk, knowing exactly what your answer is. He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes with his hazel ones again. “I always told myself that I wouldn’t fall in love with my best friend, but here I am.” Wait what? You turn to him and now it’s your turn to look confused. What is he talking about? He isn’t in love with you. He can’t be. That’s impossible why wo- his words cut off your thoughts.

“You remember when you surprised us on tour in LA?” you nod in acknowledgement, eager to hear where this is going to go. “Well that’s when I knew I was in love with you. You were so understanding about everything and you didn’t complain once. Okay except for that one night when we got back in the middle of the night and we were really loud and obnoxious and we woke you up and you were mad. But you got over it once I said I would come cuddle with you so you could fall back asleep.”

You smile at the memory, it was one of the best nights that you spent on tour with them. The two of you cuddled together in your bed that was definitely not made for two people. You were smushed but comfortable. His body heat kept you warm and you fell asleep safely in your best friend’s arms.

“And as I was laying there, I realized that there was no one else that I wanted to be with but you.” Tears immediately start to roll down your face as a wave of emotions washes over you. “I love you, Y/N.” He flashes his beautiful smile at you and you can’t help but smile yourself.

“Say it again.” your words came out more desperate than you wanted.

“What?”

“Say it again. I want you to say it again.” You’re practically begging him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Ash.”

“Also, just so you know, I’m going to be keeping those voicemails and using them to blackmail you in the future so be prepared.” He says with a smirk.

“Um, no you’re not because those are getting deleted right now.” You laugh and then lunge to grab his phone but end up collapsing on top of him, both of you laughing and fighting for his phone because if any of this was up to you, those recordings would’ve already been deleted.

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thekidultlife · 6 years

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Oppa-ya | Jihoon Idol!AU

Genre: Fluff??? Angst?? (There might be smut on later chapters)

(A/N: Ok. Since I don’t have enough time to write a full-fledged 20k word fic, I decided to start a series. As you will read later on, you might see that the members of Y/N’s girl group are provided by me bc it would be weird to write (girl group member1/name), (girl group member2/name) and so on. Anyway, this is chapter 1, please enjoy ahaha)

Chapters: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“Hey, Woozi. You busy?”

The owner of the name averted his gaze from the piano where he was doing samplings for a later song to the other man who just entered the room. The tone of the man’s voice piqued Woozi’s interest and despite how he was planning to finish a song before the day clocks midnight, he just had to lie for the sake of his curiosity. I can finish two tomorrow.

“Oh, Bumzu-hyung. I’m not that busy, why?” Woozi replied as he turned his swivel chair while Bumzu was fishing something from his pocket, earning an arched brow from the younger.

“I want you to listen to this, but don’t tell anyone I did, ok?” Bumzu answered with a playful smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he placed on Woozi’s hands an orange flash drive.

“What’s this, hyung? Your new track?” Woozi asked again as he slid the flash drive into the correct port which opened a window on his computer screen while Bumzu fetched a stool somewhere inside the studio.

“No, no. It’s not mine,” the older man denied and Woozi had to knit his brows together in confusion. “Just listen to it and tell me what you think.”

Woozi simply shrugged at the mysterious act Bumzu was playing and instead wore his headphones on and clicked the first sound file that was in the flash drive, unknowing of what to expect.

2 years later

It was already a year since your girl group had debuted under Pledis Entertainment and you were at the end of your first world tour—returning to Seoul after a successful concert and fanmeet in Sydney.

Your group focused on incredibly versatile vocals as you were all proficient long before you became trainees. That’s why, looking back, your group immediately became trend idols as your debut song was a hit and sometimes, you couldn’t even believe that you were among the ranks of Twice and Red Velvet or even Girls Generation.

However, since the world tour was ending, you had to prepare for a comeback and it was your job to ensure that your group will continue with even better songs as the music producer. Of course you had been compared to Seventeen’s Woozi during that one episode of Weekly Idol but you professionally dodged the question, saying that he was your mentor and you were still learning. Well, the reality isn’t any different, he was indeed teaching you how to utilize the right tools for a good song; though while you were thinking about this, you were brought back to the memory of how you two first met.

1 year ago

“Don’t feel nervous, Y/N! He won’t bite,” Bumzu assured you with a chuckle as you followed him to the studio where Woozi was but you just couldn’t help but anticipate for the worst.

The plan was have Woozi teach you more about composing songs as Bumzu supervised the two of you. But you knew how awkward Woozi is with girls and you weren’t the best in socializing either. Plus, you didn’t want him to think that the songs you make are lame—but well, they are lame compared to the songs he composes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Bumzu stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. As the two of you entered the room, you were greeted by Woozi in his usual snapback, t-shirt and sweatpants combination. He was standing by his work station with a neutral expression as you moved into the room and greeted him as well.

“Woozi, I would like you to meet Y/N. You’ll be helping her out from now on,” Bumzu introduced you as you gave a small polite smile and bowed.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Let’s work hard together,” you added, keeping it as business-like as possible while Woozi nodded at you awkwardly; rubbing his sweaty palms together.

“I know you know him, Y/N but this is Lee Jihoon or Woozi, if you will,” Bumzu ushered Woozi to come closer so that he can shake hands with you.

“So um, yeah. Just call me Woozi or something and um, let’s do work hard,” he told you as you nodded and releasing his hand hesitantly.

There was a complete silence after as the two of you simply stared at each other, silently praying to the higher beings to stop this awkward situation. Suddenly though, you two jolted in surprise as Bumzu laughed loudly at the two of you.

“Alright. I’ll be leaving the two of you here so you can get to know each other,” he said as you widened your eyes while Woozi almost groaned in protest but wanted to be polite and all.

So when Bumzu left the studio, Woozi offered you a seat on the nearby couch where he also sat; albeit a little further away. Another round of silence enveloped the two of you but this time, Woozi sighed as you regarded him curiously.

“I’m sorry…I’m usually a good talker but, yeah…um, sorry,” he apologized to you while scratching the back of his neck; giving you a shy glance.

“I’m kind of sorry as well…I wish I could make this situation a lot better,” you replied as you gave a little pout.

“So um…Y/N, right?” he asked and you nodded. “Um, tell me how you usually compose a song.”

“Ah, well…”

It was an awkward first meeting yet your relationship gradually turned for the better as the two of you spent a lot of time together holed up in the studio. You slowly opened up to him; showing your hidden playful side and often forgetting how he was supposed to be teaching you. Meanwhile, Woozi was also beginning to warm up and would often regard you as one of his few female friends who he allowed to call him by his real name.

Yet as days and months passed by, the amazement you felt as he worked on his songs turned into admiration and the cuteness you always thought he had suddenly transformed into handsomeness and his presence you sometimes ignored became something you always searched for. Yeah, you knew. You had a crush on him.

As you wrapped up your group’s first world tour, you found yourself inside the recording room and working on some songs for your comeback and first full album. Woozi was also there; not really doing anything, but might be thinking of some tunes for future songs.

“Jihoon-oppa.”

You called out to him as you continued moving sound files in the correct order on the computer screen. He was behind you, sitting on the couch of the recording room as he fiddled with his phone—looking up as he had heard you.

“Can I ask you for some advice?” you began as your lips moved to a little smirk.

“Are you having trouble with a track?” he asked you as he sat straight, locking his phone and placing it in his pocket. Yet you shook your head.

“No, no. It’s about something else. It’s about a guy I like.”

Jihoon frowned and slumped back on the couch, totally uncomfortable as you simply laughed at his reaction.

“You know I’m not good at that stuff,” he grumbled.

“C’mon! I need some input from a guy.”

“Can’t you just ask Seungkwan or something? You’re close right?”

“I can’t. He’s like the anti-thesis of my crush. That’s why. I’m asking you, Jihoon-oppa because you have…um similar personalities…”

Jihoon groaned at you but humored you anyway. “Fine. So, what is it?”

You grinned at the computer screen and mused happily, still doing your job.

“Ah, you see oppa…this guy I like, even if I do confess to him, I don’t think it’ll turn out well between us.”

“What do you mean? Are you afraid of being rejected?” he raised a brow at you. “Who wouldn’t want to date an idol?”

“No, that’s not it. Even if we start dating, I don’t think the two of us will be happy with each other.”

“Why not? You still haven’t tried anything yet.”

You sighed, your smile faltering to a neutral expression.

“Well, judging from how busy we both are, I don’t think it’ll work out. It’s sad really, we haven’t even started but it’s bound to crash and burn. So, what do you think, oppa? Should I just hide this and spare the two of us the pain?”

“I don’t really know…”

“My thoughts exactly,” you laughed as it mixed with the furious clicking of the mouse and keyboard.

He pressed his lips together as he thought of an answer yet he came up with none and simply continued watching you finish a song.

There was an endorsement shoot for your group later that day and as you guys were finally done, you and your other members immediately went back to the van and waited for your managers. As a way to keep yourself busy, you were secretly lurking in social media sites to see what your fans were doing. Except, you were not exactly doing that.

“Oh c’mon! Am I really that compatible with Joshua-oppa?” you asked in exasperation as you locked your phone and tossed it on your lap; sighing in the process.

Leigh, who was another member of your group looked at you from the brightly lit screen of her tablet with a sympathetic gaze.

“Aww. It’s okay!” Leigh gave you a small smile. “At least we all know that the one you like is Woozi-oppa.”

You gave your fellow member a jaded look before replying. “Yeah thank you for cornering me the other day and forcing me to tell you guys who I liked.”

“But Hanna and I couldn’t resist asking you!” Leigh was laughing now as your frown deepened. “We were sure that you had a crush on him—”

“Then why do you have to ask me?!”

“We had to confirm it! We made a bet with Hazel that you had a crush on Woozi-oppa!”

You narrowed your eyes at her but since you spent years together, Leigh was not at least intimidated.

“You two still owe me two orders of milk tea.”

“I know, I know.”

You sighed though, looking at the ceiling of the van. “But that still doesn’t change the fact that we aren’t compatible with each other.”

“You still don’t know that,” Hanna piped in as she entered the car with a steaming cup of espresso.

“Are you still collecting for that Starbucks planner?” you asked, deliberately trying to escape a hot seat situation.

“Yes, so Y/N, tell me if you’re buying a latte later.”

“I don’t really drink coffee—”

“Anyway, you still don’t know if you’re compatible with Woozi-oppa or not,” Hanna interrupted you as she seated next to Leigh, earning a pout from you who almost successfully changed the topic.

“Do you know how many shipping requests I asked in Tumblr? I was shipped with Wonwoo-oppa four times, Joshua-oppa three times and even Seungkwan. Out of all thirteen boys!” You almost shouted in annoyance. “I mean yeah, it’s not their fault if they shipped me with someone else but that shows that I’m not compatible with him.”

“I guess what they say is true. If you’re a genius up here,” Hanna started as she pointed her head, then continued, placing a hand on her chest, “you’re stupid right here.”

“Hey. I’m not stupid,” you protested but Leigh interrupted you.

“Who bases her love life on Tumblr anyway?”

You looked at her with a glare. “’Hello, Seungcheol-oppa? Leigh likes you—'”

“DON’T. TELL. HIM!” Leigh was already holding you in an arm lock as you laughed at her reaction.

“I might if you don’t stop,” you threatened and Leigh immediately released you.

“Ah these two. Anyway, don’t talk as if it’s the end. Who knows he might actually like you,” Hanna added as the two of you finally settled back on your seats.

“Yeah, in my dreams,” you said sarcastically but sighing in the end.

In another part of Seoul, your problem seemed to have locked its place inside Jihoon’s mind that he continued to think about it until later that night as he and his members were eating ramyeon in a restaurant.

“Seungkwan-ah, do you know who Y/N likes?” he suddenly asked as the guy in front of him choked on his noodles.

“No, I don’t. Honestly, that girl wouldn’t tell me anything,” Seungkwan replied with little pout as he reiterated his annoyance with his chopsticks, moving it to and fro.

“Maybe her members will know? Why don’t you ask?” Seungcheol suggested but Jihoon only sighed, shaking his head in dismissal.

“I can’t even befriend a girl, how am I supposed to ask them?” he replied.

“But why do you want to know anyway?” Wonwoo piped in as he chewed a piece of meat, earning a few concessional whispers from the other guys.

“Well she just asked me for some advice earlier and I actually don’t know what to say,” Jihoon honestly answered as he took a sip from his cola, watching the ice swim around his drink.

“Why would Y/N want advice from you, hyung? You’re clueless in love,” Seungkwan remarked as the older guy glared at him.

“That’s what I told her but she asked anyway and it’s not leaving my mind,” Jihoon muttered as he gave a careless shrug.

“Alright, hyung. Let’s make a deal. I’ll have her spit it out in exchange for some chicken,” Seungkwan grinned as his hyung smiled mischievously.

“Which one do you want? The one in front of Pledis or the one across the street?” Jihoon asked, his smirk ever growing.

“Your call.”

“Hey! Let me in too!” Soonyoung, at the end of the table interrupted and Jihoon had to sigh.

“Alright fine. As long as you don’t mess it up,” Jihoon exasperatedly replied as he looked at his glass of cola, still believing that Soonyoung would mess it up.

-Admin Hyeri

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #woozi #lee jihoon #seventeen woozi #jihoon

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mercyimagines-blog · 7 years

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Dollar Valentine

Requested by anonymous: did you watched 13 reasons why? bc i would love something like the oh my dollar valentine thing, asking y/n on a date and the date itself

Word Count: 2,847

Note: I didn’t copy it exactly the way they did it in the show, but pretty close ALSO I really went to town and even incorporated some flashbacks that you guys loved so much :) but also I went overboard on this and I do not regret it one bit, plus I know that this was one of the later requests I got, but I just started writing it and couldn’t stop

“Dude, no, I’m not doing that stupid shit.” Shawn shrugs the paper off, rejecting the idea.

Brian looks at him confused, but retracts the paper nonetheless.

“Shawn, you’ve done it every year. Why would this year be any different?” Ian asks, almost just as confused as Brian, if not more.

Shawn bites his lip and pushes a hand through his hair.

“No reason, just don’t feel like it.”

However, there was a reason, and that reason was you. Shawn has had a crush on you since he was ten, literally; you were invited to his tenth birthday party (he had invited the entire class), and the second you walked through the door, he was absolutely convinced that he was in love with you.

“Shawn! Y/N’s here.” Karen, his mother called.

And that was literally the beginning.

“Okay, I’ll be right down!”

Shawn had mentally been preparing himself for this exact moment since the day he sent out those invitations. He had never really talked to you, too afraid and nervous to really say anything, so he said nothing. Until now, now was his time to shine.

As he walked down the stairs, he saw you and a few other classmates standing by the small table of food that his mother had graciously prepared.

“Uh, hey, Y/N.” Shawn cleared his throat, watching as you turned around, in the middle of shoving a Cheetos puff in your mouth.

“Hey Shawn,” your voice came out muffled due to the fact that you had covered your mouth, to not be rude. “Happy birthday, congrats on no longer being nine.”

Shawn laughed at this, even though it wasn’t a joke.

“Thanks, well, I hope you enjoy the party.” And then he ran off to his friends, leaving you in the dust.

That was literally all he said to you at the party, and for the past eight years, he’s still been trying to say more to you than just a thirty second conversation.

“You know why he’s not doing it.” Matt spoke, as if the answer was the easiest thing in the world.

Ian and Brian glanced between Matt and Shawn, who looked absolutely red and uncomfortable.

Matt knew the exact reason that Shawn didn’t want to do the ‘Oh My Dollar Valentine.’

“Please enlighten us then, jackass.” Brian rolled his eyes and Shawn slammed his forehead into his locker, wanting the embarrassment to end.

“It’s because he’s never gotten Y/N as a result, so he’s kind of given up.”

Shawn squeezes his eyes shut tightly, knowing how stupid that sounds.

“Dude, seriously?” Ian exclaimed, folding his arms across his chest.

Yeah, seriously. Shawn turned around and copied Ian, crossing his arms. It definitely wasn’t Shawn’s fault that you were basically like a magnet to him, he couldn’t help the way he felt about you.

“Just take the dumb quiz, Shawn.”

The paper was shoved back into his chest, and this time, he accepted it.

You had been in the library for the past two hours, trying to catch up on some homework that you had missed from being absent the other day.

Your AP Physics homework screamed at you, telling you to finish it with all of its might; however, your eyes kept glancing over at the bright pink paper that stuck out of the corner of your binder.

‘Oh My Dollar Valentine’ time was probably one of the most fun times at Cressridge High, with people searching for others to take on dates or to hook up with. Whatever it was, it brought a happy aura to the school, and it was awesome.

You had to admit it though, you had never taken the quiz hoping for something serious. It was always just something fun to do, yet you had been asked out a couple of times by classmates. Turning them down nicely each year, you couldn’t help but feel slightly discouraged knowing that you never got the one you hoped for, every time you filled out the paper.

Shawn Mendes.

Everyone knew who Shawn was, and that’s what intimidated you. Sure, you had liked him since you were literally a child, but it didn’t matter when there were so many other girls that threw themselves at him.

“Y/N!” You hear your best friend call your name, and you look up, seeing her walk towards the table you sat at.

“Hey, Maya.” You breathe out, resting your head against the palm of your hand.

“Uh oh,” your best friend’s dark brown eyes bore into yours. “Someone thinking a little too much about who they want their dollar valentine to be?”

She caught you, and that’s why she was so great.

“I want it to be Shawn.” You mumble, turning red just thinking about it.

“But, it might not be Shawn.” Maya points out, “come on, Y/N. This is just for fun, okay?”

You nod, knowing she was right, like she always is.

Yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about the first time you ever laid eyes on that beautiful boy.

“Maya, who’s that?” You ask, pointing at the pale boy with dark brown hair.

“Oh, that’s Shawn. He’s really cool, he can sing really well.”

“No kidding.” You say, completely enthralled in the idea of just talking to his beautiful face. “He’s cute.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Maya laughed, moving her braid to the side of her head.

“Relax, we’re nine, we’re not going to date each other.”

Oh, but did you really want to.

“I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Really, Y/N?” Maya asks, almost as if you told her you were going to steal something from a store.

“Yep.” And you walk away, towards the boy standing at the other end of the classroom.

“Um, excuse me?” You ask, trying not to be rude for cutting off his conversation with another boy.

The second Shawn turned around, his dark eyes widened, taking in your presence.

“Hi, I just wanted to say that I’m Y/N.”

“Um, I’m - uh, I’m Shawn.” Shawn’s cheeks turned a bright red, noticing how he thought you were really pretty.

“Cool, well, I’m going to go back to my friend now.” You said, in the most awkward tone and way, ever.

“Okay, see ya.” Shawn responded, just as awkwardly.

You made your way back to Maya, completely in disbelief of what just happened.

“So? What happened?” Maya pressed for details.

“I think I’m in love.”

You pulled the paper out, Maya eyeing you suspiciously.

“Fuck it, it’s just a fun little quiz.”

“Yeah! That’s the spirit!”

And then, you two filled out your surveys, hoping only for the best.

The second they were done, you grabbed your things and headed to the office, wanting to get your results desperately.

The same thing happened whenever you dropped your answers in the box; your palms grew sweaty, your heartbeat sped up and you start anxiously shifting from one foot to the other.

Usually, they would get you your results fairly quickly, as they had a machine as of recently to do the match-ups.

Maya got hers back first, and instead of waiting in agony, you took a peek at her list.

They would give you three names, number one being the one who chose answers closest to yours, number two the second most, and number three the third most. That’s how it had been every year, and you knew it to be no different. On the contrary though, the second you received yours, it felt different.

When you opened it up, it only had one name on it.

The one you had been waiting for.

“Holy shit, Shawn, you did it!” Brian exclaims, looking at his results for him.

Shawn looked up at his best friend, completely confused.

“I did what?”

“You got the one you’ve been waiting for.”

Shawn immediately stood up and snatched the paper from Brian’s hands, needing to see for himself.

There it was, the only name he had been waiting for.

Y/F/N Y/L/N

He was not going to be missing this opportunity, that’s for sure.

Friday rolled around, Valentine’s Day. The day where you were supposed to take out any of the names you got on your paper. However, Shawn only got one name, and he was determined to get the date that he had longed for, for so long.

He spotted you, crossing the campus to the student parking lot, as the bell rang to signal the end of the day.

Shawn had spent the past two days practically vomiting from just the thought of asking you out, afraid you would absolutely say no. Yeah, that fear was mostly induced due to the fact that he had heard that every guy who had asked you out for the dollar valentine, got rejected. He absolutely loved that! Shaking his head, he knew he had practiced in the mirror in his room for too long to just not do it.

I mean, shit, he went out and bought flowers that he remembered as your favorites, seeing you mention them in the “10 favorite things” posters everyone did in grade four. Not to mention, he had planned out a fantastic night and bought you chocolates. For you to say no, well, that would break his heart probably.

He watched as you opened your car door, throwing your backpack in the passenger seat.

All you wanted to do was go home and eat ice cream, this had been the first year that no one had asked you out as their dollar valentine.

You weren’t upset by that, you were upset by the fact that you got a singular name, who probably didn’t even get you back. Yeah, that stings a little.

Resting your head against your steering wheel, you took a deep breath, telling yourself that it was just some stupid quiz. Plus, it was the last time you had to deal with it, being a senior.

A soft knock startled you as you looked to your window.

There was the angel himself, in the flesh, Shawn.

He waved nervously, staying silent as you got out of your car, thinking it would be rude to just talk to him with the window down.

“Hey, Shawn.” You smile, feeling a weight lift off your chest, but your heart start beating faster.

“Hey, Y/N.” He flashes those straight pearly-whites in your face. “Um, I don’t really know how this is going to go, but on my way over here I decided to say screw it and just go for it because-”

“Shawn, are you okay?” You ask, cutting off his short ramble.

“Uh, yeah.” He shook his head as if to shake his thoughts around. “I just wanted to ask you, if you would like to be my dollar valentine?”

Your heart dropped as those words exited his mouth, and he pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Not just any flowers, though, your favorites since the fourth grade. Graciously, you take the flowers from him, giving them a small sniff, noticing how he reached into his backpack to take out a heart-shaped box filled with chocolates.

“So...?” Shawn anxiously asked, clenching his fists to distract from his heart pounding against his rib cage.

A smile lit up your face, “I would love to.”

And just like that, Shawn no longer had any worries.

“Awesome, then I’ll pick you up at seven, okay? Same house?” He sounded so relieved and that made your heart flutter.

You nod and he smiles, bidding you a goodbye; his friends all stood by his car, high-fiving him with huge smiles.

You chuckle lightly and get back into your car, now looking forward to something tonight.

As six forty-five rolled around, you sat by your front door, antsy to get this date started.

“Oh, honey, you look absolutely beautiful.” Your mother exclaimed, smiling at you as she came into your eye sight.

You chose to wear a dark red off the shoulder dress, pairing it with some black heeled boots and a white coat - provided by your wonderful mom.

Smiling, you thank her and stand up, trying to fix the little you could as headlights shine through the side windows at your front door.

Your heart jumped, too excited to even process.

“Is he here?” Your dad asked, walking into the hallway where you stood.

“Yes, he’s here.”

A knock sounded and right away, you opened it to reveal what you had been waiting for, for quite some time now.

Shawn stood there in a floral button up and leather jacket, staying classy yet casual.

You had managed to do the same.

Shawn’s eyes widened at the sight of you, dreaming about this moment for so long.

“Hi, Y/N.” Shawn breathed, shaken to the core.

“Hi, Shawn.” You smile.

“So, you’re the boy taking my daughter out?” You dad asked, crossing his arms, earning a look from you.

“Uh, yes, sir.” Shawn gulped.

“Take care of her, if she comes home hurt, I will personally rip out your-”

“Okay, we’re going, bye!” You yell over him, grabbing Shawn’s hand and disappearing out the front door.

“Be safe! Have fun!” Your mom yelled as you two got into the car, beyond ready to start this night.

The first place he took you to, was obviously dinner. He took you to a beautiful restaurant and requested a table outside, beside the trees and twinkling fairy lights.

You two didn’t say much at the beginning, but you didn’t have to. There was something about you being together, that created a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, for saying yes.” Shawn says suddenly, unexpectedly. “As weird as it may sound, you were the only name on my list.”

His eyes sparkle underneath the shining lights, and it’s practically impossible for you to not smile.

Leaning forward, you lower your voice. “You were the only name on my list, too.”

“Really?” He asks, curiously.

You nod, taking a sip of your water.

Shawn sits back in his seat, admiring you beautiful you look under the soft glowing lights.

“You want to get out of here?” Shawn asks, completely serious.

“Yes.” You answer, a huge smile spreading across your face.

Shawn stands, slamming a hundred on the table and reaches for your hand, almost naturally.

He’s pulling you out of the restaurant, and soon you’re both bounding down the crowded streets, laughing in awe.

Somehow this is all you had ever dreamed of, running somewhere - anywhere with Shawn, not caring about anything else going on in the whole world.

You ended up in a park, with a giant rotunda in the middle, old fashioned street lights placed around the entire perimeter.

Shawn held out his hand for you, smiling.

“My lady, will you join me in this dance?”

“I remember you specifically rejecting me when I asked if you wanted to dance with me a couple years ago.”

“Shawn, come on , please?” You begged him, having no one to dance with.

“No, Y/N, I don’t dance.”

“Ugh, fine, you’re no fun.”

“I’m willing to take a chance.”

Your hands practically melt together, as he leads you up the steps of the rotunda.

He lightly twirls you, bringing you back to him as your chests softly come to touch. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you find yourself getting lost in just being, with him.

Shawn starts humming softly, but then begins to sing a few lyrics from Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud.

You never really heard Shawn sing a full song, until now, but it was true what everyone said. He really is an angel when it comes to singing.

As soon as he finished singing softly, you pull back, just to admire him. He was truly an incredible human being, and you knew exactly why you had liked him for years.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Shawn asks, quietly and unsure.

“Of course.” You answer, using the same tone.

He licks his lips, looking past you, before directly into your eyes.

“I’ve had a crush on you since I was ten.”

You stay quiet after his confession, and he bursts out laughing.

You squint, confused.

“Forget I just told you that.”

“What? Why?” You ask, smiling.

“It’s just stupid.” He answers, averting his eyes from your gaze.

“It’s not stupid,” you answer weakly. “Because I have too.”

Shawn looks at you, regarding your confession.

“You’re just saying that.” He fires back.

“But, I’m not.” You answer, truthfully. “I really like you, Shawn. And I was honestly wishing you felt the same way.”

Shawn doesn’t say anything in response.

Feeling vulnerable and stupid after admitting that, you let your arms drop from Shawn’s shoulders.

“Y/N,” Shawn says as you begin to walk away from him.

He grabs you by the elbow and pulls you back into his personal space.

“You have no idea how damn long I’ve been waiting for those words to leave your mouth.”

He places his mouth against yours gently, and just like that, he was yours.

I LOVED WRITING THIS HAHAHAHAHAH

requests are open!

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes imagine #shawn fanfic #shawn #mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn fanfiction

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rhainontheshelves · 7 years

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Rebuilt #4 - Convince

Part 1: You Were Never There Part 2: Return Part 3: A New Perspective Member: Baekhyun {EXO} not really its more Chanyeol than anything tbh Genre: Fluff, a hint of angst?? Word Count: 1502 A/N: First of all, this chapter is dedicated to @anechdochegoddess. She motivated me to finish this part and pretty much this fic. Thank you for your enthusiasm! I hope you like it! For everyone else, feel free to hate me bc I've been keeping you waiting for almost four months. Also, a warning: this might be confusing as hell. Happy reading! - Rhin "How did you guys convince me to do this again?" you asked Hye and Sehun for what it seemed like the millionth time. "(Y/N), relax. It's just the seven others," Sehun sighed. "Baekhyun hyung is off doing other things, Suho hyung said that he wouldn't be back anytime soon." "Okay... I guess I can still trust you," you teased, trying to lighten the mood in your soul. It didn't work, but Hye snickered so you smiled anyway. The elevator doors opened and you stepped out into a familiar hallway filled with doors to dance studios. You walked toward studio 4 out of habit; it was the studio you always went to when you met up with the guys, usually bearing gifts consisting of a case of water and boxes of takeout. "(Y/N)! We're in 7 now!" Sehun called to you, pointing over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, right." you murmured to yourself. You vaguely remembered him mentioning it on the ride up. Embarrassed, you quickly switched directions and took long strides to catch up to Sehun and Hye, who were already at the door to the correct studio. At first, you lost your grip on the doorknob due to sweaty palms, which caused it to jiggle. All noise inside the room ceased, which was saying something because you knew from experience that these walls and doors were thick. It made you even more nervous, the new wave actually making you take a step back. Sehun glanced over at Hye, rolled his eyes, and opened the door. Hye practically shoved you inside. They high-fived before entering the studio as well. You found all curious eyes on you when you straightened up. You suddenly felt immensely self-conscious. Was your eyeliner smudged? Your bun falling apart? Was your shirt see through? You inwardly cringed as you forced yourself to smile, wave and greet your ex-boyfriend's bandmates. "Hello..." "Hi (Y/N)!" Lay called from his spot over by the mirrored wall. He ran over to you and give you a bear hug. "It's been so long! How have you been?" Soon, everyone else followed Lay's actions and they gathered around you, giving you hugs and their condolences at your mother's passing. You brushed the latter off with "thank you"s and "it's okay"s, but gladly accepted the hugs. Slowly, you started feeling comfortable in their presence again. Three months was a long time to not see people, and how close they were to Baekhyun made the walled, cautious side of you want to be even more distant with them. But the walls started to come down as they told you stories about current events in their lives, teased each other, and were just their dorky selves. Maybe being with them would heal the wound Baekhyun left in your soul. You spent the rest of their practice with them. You got previews of new choreography, of how concerts were going to go, general stuff. At the end, Suho jokingly made you swear not to leak anything, knowing full well that you wouldn't. You agreed anyway. "Would you like to come back to the dorms with us?" Jongin asked as the group started filing out of the room. "I would love to!" you replied, but Chanyeol was quick to change that plan. "I don't think that 's the best idea, Baekhyun just texted me and said that he's done with his schedules and he's back at the dorm." He came and put a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry, maybe next time." "Oh, okay." you felt slightly disappointed, but at the same time you weren't ready to face Baekhyun yet. "I should get going then - wait, where's Hye?" "I saw her leave already..." Kyungsoo commented, slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder. "What? She left? What kind of friend..." you grumbled. You bet she took off to some "appointment" she just remembered. Did she think it was fun to drag you to places you initially refused to go to and then leave you there? It happened couple of times in the past, and you swore to her that you would knock a tooth or two loose the next time she did it on purpose. "Do you have a ride home, (Y/N)?" Chanyeol asked as he turned off the light and locked up the practice room. "No, she left me." You said, exasperated. "Well, I could take you, if you want me to." "That would be nice, thanks Channie." It got a bit more tense every minute. The silence wasn't awkward, but you could tell Chanyeol was building up the courage to say something. You had known him the longest out of the nine, so sometimes you could almost read his mind. Still, it had been a while, so you didn't coax it out of him. Staying silent through two different, but familiar, turns, you wondered if he actually was conscious of the destination. Was his brain or was heart guiding his hands? "Did you really expect me to forget where my old apartment was?" you asked, a bit sarcastically, as the car stopped in front of a complex. "No... just..." pain crossed his face and settled in his expression. "Ugh! You know how they post the for rent signs in the windows? Look in yours." Confused, you turned your attention to the complex again. Counting up four floors, two windows to the left from the center, you found a huge red sign. It took you a minute to register the meaning. "He moved out of the apartment?" You asked Chanyeol, genuinely surprised. "He said we would live there... as long as we could..." A blocked-out memory came flooding back. Lying on the couch with Baekhyun and a glass of wine, making plans for the future. Baekhyun getting excited over how many children you two would have (the decided number was three). How you would go and pick a house when it was time and he would buy it no matter how expensive (well.... he wouldn't if it was over a certain figure. He didn't have that high of a paycheck) but the apartment would have to work for the time being. Baekhyun getting stuck on the children subject again. Just a night of happiness and planning. Remembering a time when you were happy with Baekhyun hurt. But now, seeing how he had moved out, you knew it hurt him, too. "I get the point, Chanyeol. You can drive away now." you said quietly. Chanyeol nodded, revving the engine up again, he started in the direction of Hye's house. "He's really quiet now. He sulks all the time, too." "That's to be expected. He did that whenever something he didn't like happened." "No, it's.... more extreme. He'll still put on a happy face for the public, but in our dorm room he'll just stare at the ceiling for hours. He doesn't talk, he spends more time on his phone, he's just... more isolated and secluded than he has been in a really long time." You let that sink in for a bit. You had never seen Baekhyun act that way; especially around you. You had a hard time picturing it. "He really misses you, (Y/N)." "I miss him, too." At that statement, Hye's house came in sight. Chan smoothly pulled up beside it, putting the car into park. Being the gentleman he is, he quickly got out and opened your door for you. Smiling, you got out and swiftly hugged Chanyeol. "Thanks for bringing me back." "No problem." He hugged you back. It felt comforting. Your best friend was coming back. "And thanks for the update. I needed it." "I needed it too, believe me." Chanyeol chuckled. "Well.. see ya then." Awkwardly, you made your way to Hye's door. "Wait! (Y/N)..." Chanyeol ran up after you and caught your shoulder. "The group, the rest of the guys... we've - we've been planning a thing... would you be up to seeing him? Just seeing him, saying hi? You could leave after that, we just want to lift his spirit." At first, the idea sounded like a good one. You could just see him, give him a chance to apologize, and move on. But, in the back of your head, a suspicion grew until you had to voice it. "Are you trying to get me back with him?" "No!" Chanyeol denied. "Yes, I can hear it in your voice. No! He cheated on me, I will not get back together with a man that has no control over his lust." You said firmly. "I wasn't expecting you to! Now please, can I just convince you to come back to the dorm next week so we can tell you our plan?" "Hmmmm... as long as you tell me one thing." "What?" "What happened to all my stuff in the apartment?" "We brought it all here, before Baek did anything drastic. Didn't you notice?" You hadn't. That explained why everything in the guest room closet fit you. "Alright, I'll come."

#Baekhyun Fluff #EXO scenario #Baekhyun scenario #EXO fluff #Rebuilt Series #I tried my hardest #to get it out before I left #so it might seem crappy and rushed #but there'll #be at least one more part #and if anyone reads the tags #@ the wonderful person who requested the reaction #I'll be working on it over camp

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chaewonhos · 7 years

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Yo maybe a members reaction to you walking down the wedding asle lol I'm on my wedding grind rn sorry

THIS. IS. ADORABLE.

thank you for requesting anon! also, my friend Adri helped me with these and gave me ideas so most of the credit goes to her! :)

Mark

ok but can u just imagine how happy this lil bean would be to see his gorgeous wife standing at the end of the aisle

probably has sweaty palms

smiles for days

legit his smile never leaves his face

gestures and points at you to his big family as if to say, “wow I’m marrying this beauty, can you believe it?”

most likely teased by the younger members about how, “Hyung is not attractive enough for her”

Jinyoung slaps their heads

despite their teasing, each member is happy for both of you

isn’t quite nervous but excited since you two are finally coming together as husband and wife

can not stay still if his life depended on it

like Jackson literally has to pat his back in order to calm him down

gulps when you finally get up to the alter

“She’s a beauty isn’t she? We’re definitely having a big family together…”

Jaebum

also a big smiler like Mark but his smile is towards the ground bc NERVOUS AF

his standing there and he hears the music start and he’s like omfg…this shit…is rly fucking happening

shifts his feet nervously because he cant believe this moment has finally arrived

just when you think he will be staring at the ground for the whole reception, Jinyoung pinches him and gives him the famous glare

“stop being so nervous bro” , “she’s too perfect for me”

and boy is Jaebum glad he did

once he sees you walking towards him in your gorgeous gown, glowing with the smile on you face, he feels his heart pick up and practically shares the warmth of the sun with you

mouth immediately drops and he laughs cutely at you all blushy like snsksnks

“I’m ready to continue my life with her by my side”

Jackson

receives a pep talk from every member AND himself

“You got this! You’re finally committing, you’re a man! You’r-”

freezes when he sees you in a bone-white dress smiling at him

ya know the famous Jackson scream when he holds his cheeks and screams? yea well he’s doing that but on the inside

mixed with nervous and excited

always hypes the others so when you are walking down the aisle, its their turn

“woooooooooooooooow” which makes him smile more, if it were possible

looks at his mother and mouths, “I finally found the 2nd most important woman in my life”

are those tears?

yes, they are tears

not full on sobbing but has a few happy tears

screams, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MY HEARS!? YOU’RE A GODDESS”

Jinyoung

isn’t exactly nervous or calm but is most likely the calmest

once his eyes lock with yours, his widen and a blush appears on your cheeks

“what about JJP”

“what about jinson”

“Shut up, don’t ruin this moment”

you began sparkling in his eyes and he cant believe anyone can be as beautiful as you are

“aiiishh why is she so lovely”

lifts his arms up to the audience in sort of a cocky way as if he was saying, “I made it, I am the winner because I married the most beautiful woman on this earth”

continues to tell you, “we are going to be the best married couple”

Youngjae

legit asks to play games on his phone while you guys wait

I feel like he is proud of himself and you and how far you two have come together

laughs nervously with the boys but stops as soon as the music starts

once he sees you come out, he puts on an awkward poker face, which makes you laugh in response

when he hears your laugh, the corners of his mouth turn up, and he looks at you with a genuine smile

thinks to himself, “She looks gorgeous in that cute white flowy dress”

Jaebum shakes him slightly to get rid of his stiffness

is the most nervous member but is thinking about you in the long seconds it takes for you to walk up there

“I made the right decision to keep her by my side, she loves the way I am and I love the way she is, omg she is getting closer, ahhhh she gets cuter and cuter every single day!”

Bambam

looks at yugyeom and smiles, “this is gonna be easyYYyyyYyy”

yugyeom gives him a serious look and nods towards the aisle causing bam to sigh

his breath catches in his throat when he sees yugyeom was motioning towards you

all his confidence leaves his body and he starts playing with his hands, eyes on yours

I can see him doing something goofy like making a heart with his arms, causing you to blush

got6 teases him by saying things like, “wow what a beauty!” , “She is out of bambam’s league” , “He can barely even stand to look at her beauty!”

“yah!” He whisper yells causing the boys to snicker

turns his attention back to you, noticing how close you rly are

his eyes examine your body and your dress

“You are so damn beautiful”

Yugyeom

is actually rly excited and confident like his eldest hyung

despite his height, stretches his neck to see over the crowd to watch you walk in

smile spreads across his face as soon as he sees you

like not just any smile

but that one smile when he’s laughing so hard with his hyung’s except this smile is all for you

he screams in his lil maknae scream, which causes all the other members to scream as well

starts swaying his head and body side to side while he waits for you

“ahhhh, I cant believe this, can you?”

waves and smiles like a child

whisper things to you about how excited he is and how beautiful you are as soon as you arrive at the alter

“I cant wait to act like young lovers for the rest of our lives, even when were an ugly old couple!”

thank you for the request, and once again, while some ideas are mine, the majority of this imagine is my friends ideas, for some reason I couldn’t think of anything :)

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