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in love with a monster | johnny | oneshot

pairing: boxer!johnny x nurse!reader

genre: latte, splashes of syrup with hints of americano, some drama on the side haha

bean count: 6.9k (yup it’s my longest fic so far)

warnings: violence, slight mentions of drugs, abuse, etc (bc of the topic). pls scroll down if it’s uncomfortable

a/n: agh i had this on my coffee shelf for ages i thought it was expired lol, i re-brewed it again recently so i added some final touches eheh 🙈 enjoy your coffee my beans! ☕️━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

people told him to not react, told him to not make things into a big deal, even to the point of bringing unsaid words to a physical state. that was how messed up he was, that he’d put a fist in every petty situation.

it was humiliating to feel that. ten had to watch his best friend being sent to the hospital for countless of times to have his injuries taken care of. the nurses probably named him an ER regular due to the constant fighting. only a few people knew of his reckless breakouts, and his group of friends found it worrisome.

it became much worse when he signed up for boxing. his emotions slowly coming out him and conveyed to another person, resulting them in bruises or bloodied scratches.

yuta was one of the few people in the group to ever receive a punch to the face from the johnny suh. yes, the johnny suh. the people on campus emphasized on ‘the’ because of the fact he acted non-human like. his gaze fierce like it about to attack any second.

johnny knew of those assumptions about him, and he hated the fact that people talked as if they knew him so well. if only they knew what he’d been through, it’ll probably shed some light in his ‘supposed’ darkness that lingered within him.

johnny never saw himself as a person who was reckless. he never intended to be that until he was cornered by seniors in high school as freshman, offering him drugs and telling him to man up and act like one due to his tall figure. he was apparently ‘too soft’ for his tough appearance.

that in a weird sense ticked those seniors off when he rejected them that they started to beat him up five against one. johnny on the other hand, stood up and as if he were possessed by some martial art spirit, fought back violently and his doings resulted him sitting in front of a police officer’s desk.

his parents believed him but because he was still involved in a physical fight he had to be detained for while. johnny never felt so betrayed by the defense system of the city when he was merely defending himself. he was an emotional wreck that his fist fights became worse by time and no one knew when he’d stop. his anger and frustration laid out on someone else that no one knew who was able to tame him.

the only person other than his parents who ever understood his background and encouraged him to change was his coach- mr. jeon. a neighbor he grew up with and a friend of his dad’s. he was the owner of the young people boxing association for people around johnny’s age. he in contrary to all familiar faces johnny knew, saw his strength as a skill and gift (to use as defense as well), and wanted to coach these into a sport he never thought he’d do.

it took a lot of persuading on his parents’ side for him to participate in that, as it was something that’ll possibly trigger his reckless behavior. eventually they were on the same page as long as it was beneficial for him to do something he liked- sports. besides, johnny was passionate about this, so why not?

what his parents didn’t know was that he had secret fights outside of that circle. though it wasn’t frequent, however, it still occured. johnny tried his hardest to keep distance but he always end up tied in the knots, provoked actually. he kept his mouth shut about those encounters, or else the college star- him- of the club would be kicked out.

“hey john, we hanging at your boxing club today, fine with your coach?” jaehyun slung his duffel bag behind him, earning an approving nod from the asked person.

“yeah sure. he signed me up for preliminaries last month and i got in, so we’re preparing for the for quarterfinals that’s happening in two weeks.”

“that’s great, at least you’re not kicking butts outside of this boxing arena.” jaehyun innocently remarked, making johnny hit his head under the table as he retrieved a dropped towel. ironic.

they walked towards the small building sandwiched in between a pharmacy and a coffee shop, which were johnny’s go-to places if he needed a bandaid or a coffee break. mr. jeon’s eyes lit up as he saw johnny and his mates of 6 enter the once quiet ring and made the place livelier. “alright the guys are here! got some pizza, feel free to eat, y’all big rascals.”

johnny wrapped a band on both hands before wearing a mouthpiece and a pair of gloves. his training was about to start and he couldn’t afford to slack off with a slice of pizza. his physique was good enough to last him today’s practice.

“ok john, you ready?” mr. jeon asked, johnny standing in posture until another voice entered the room.

“mr. jeon i’ll leave the keys to the upper classroom here. the little kids just finished their class for today.”

a female voice, johnny thought. he looked to owner of it and never had he stopped to look at something or someone for more than three seconds. because.. in other times, those three seconds were filled with aftereffects of adrenaline from a punch or a knockout he gave to someone.

“ah, yes just leave it there!” he called out, and from his peripheral vision, he noticed johnny was in a daze. he smirked a bit and gestured to the boys to observe him tease the obvious starstricken lad. “y/n! come and meet the guys, also feel free to watch if you’d like.”

“oh yeah sure, i got some time.” you smiled and placed your bottle down before sitting next to a doe eyed guy. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you all.”

johnny looked away before you could even greet him. you didn’t mind though, you already knew who he was. you’ve both only shared a conversation or two at the university anyway.

he was a star pupil and the person who had mr. jeon’s attention since day one that he arrived, wasn’t hard to miss. scrolling through your phone, you decided to check your semester’s schedule.

johnny attempted to glance at you, while mr. jeon readied himself to train his student. had he met you before? did you both attend the same school? he didn’t remember, but you looked like someone he met before. he hopped a bit before facing his coach again, but he wasn’t himself.

he was obviously distracted.

mr. jeon noticed the small gesture he had for two minutes now, internally chuckling before giving johnny a soft nudge on the back of his head. “ey rule number one, always stay focused.”

“i am.” johnny immediately answered, his ears slowly turning crimson.

“clearly on something else.” he smirked, referring to you, “come on, quarterfinals ain’t coming at you that easy, john.”

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“you fancy her- y/n, don’t you?” taeyong chewed as he played with the straws of his bubble milk tea. “among all your practices, last month’s was the one i’d say you were... out of it.”

johnny tilted his head and the corners of his lips tugged up, “not ‘out of it’. it’s just that i haven’t seen her before.”

“are you sure about that? you’ve literally seen tons of girls in this association and at gyms. you must’ve at least encountered her before or just admit that you like her and ask her out already.” mark whined, finally grabbing the rare opportunity for him to tease the guy.

johnny laughed and raised a brow at them, “you’re telling me to ask her out?” he shook his head, “nah, there’s no way she’ll fall for ‘this’.”

“you just gestured to all yourself.” jaehyun mirroring his actions.

“exactly.” johnny chuckled, “with someone having such a reputation like involved in bad fights and bruises and hospital bills and whatnot, there’s no chance.”

“look at you being considerate.” mark giggled, earning himself a slap to the back of his head. “ow, sorry.”

the coffee shop opened and revealed a tired you, the boys turning their attention to johnny and read each others’ minds. “hey y/n! the seat next to johnny is vacant! you can come join us!”

johnny slightly jumped in his seat after hearing jaehyun’s offer, softly asking him to stop as his teeth gritted. “dude quit it!”

“johnny said he doesn’t mind!” jaehyun continued to call out, making johnny’s eyes grow wide.

you smiled and looked at them, “really? it’s okay?”

johnny could only fake a smile.

but his heart couldn’t.

after ordering a cup of maple latte, you walked towards their table and johnny noticed something was off. it was subtle and it only took someone with such experience to see it. johnny had those ‘such’.

you were limping that he stood up and blocked you with his full body. “you need to go to the hospital now.”

“way to go for a conversation starter.” yuta said softly as jaehyun and mark tried their hardest not to snicker, eyes closed shut and mouths either covered or pursed.

“it’s just a sprained ankle, big deal.” you quickly denied quite light heartedly and sat beside him but before your bottom could even rest on the wooden seat, your forearm was yanked upwards by johnny. “ow, what are you doing?”

“just a sprained ankle, huh?” johnny smirked, his eyes spotting a bruise or more on your arm. the boys noticed it too, were you involved in an accident or something? “you’ve done a good job in hiding it.”

your ears heated up and your cheeks slowly burned a little, he got you. “fine.”

johnny groaned while he found out that his friends ditched him at the the foot of the hospital. he placed his hat the other way around where he could see clearly. the area was busy, nurses jogging to get to their patients and doctors getting paged for more incoming patients. he didn’t know where you were taken, so it made sense he’d be lost.

now that he thought about it, him coming here very often must’ve annoyed the ER. speaking of the ER, doyoung’s older brother- gongmyung, approached him.

“when i heard fellow colleagues mentioning you i thought you got yourself into trouble again.” he took off the stethoscope and hung it around his neck. “your girlfriend reflects of you, her bruises were indeed from physical fights.” tilting his head to where you were examined behind a room.

johnny’s ears reddened and his eyebrows rose, looking away. “she’s not my girlfriend.”

“i know.” he chuckled, “i just wanted to see your reaction if i did say so.” he crossed his arms smirking at johnny’s now rosy cheeks, “from the looks of it, it seems like i got my answer. you can go check on her, i got a code blue to catch up on.

johnny could only scoff after the young doctor gave him a playful wink before he made his way to the said room. seeing you all dazed staring at the ceiling. “let me guess, dr. kim told you about reason behind my bruises?”

he pulled a chair close to you before sitting down. “not quite, just that it rooted down to physical fights? never knew you could be reckless.”

you puffed a breath and bit the insides of your mouth, “you could say that.”

“what do you mean?” he asked, and you could only chuckle at the innocent child-like question that came out the lips of a muscular young man.

“i know we see each other at the gym but we never really get the chance to talk if i recall.” you blinked brightly despite your body aching. “i don’t share stuff of my personal life to anyone.”

johnny scratched the back of his head, “sorry, i couldn’t help but notice the ‘subtle’ pain you were trying so hard to hide.”

you giggled and sighed, “alright i changed my mind, i’ll share it to you. you seem harmless in contrast to your looks.”

“i guess i’ll take that as a compliment?” he crossed his arms and waited for you to continue.

he couldn’t see your now changed expression due to his closed eyes- drained and tired from training, your eyes started to glisten as you tried to compose yourself before speaking.

“they’re from my ex-boyfriend.”

johnny’s eyes shot open and stared at you speechlessly.

“what?”

“yeah, he didn’t like that i broke it off with him three months ago so.. that’s that i guess?” johnny stayed quiet, watching you look out the window to wipe small tears that couldn’t wait a second to fall. he chose to be that way since you weren’t finished with your storytelling. and he swore he wished he changed the topic immediately.

“my ex-boyfriend was park seoham. his name ring a bell?”

ring a bell? of course it did. johnny’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched and you could see the tensed demeanor he was having. he hadn’t heard that name in a while, let alone wanted to. the senior that tormented his freshmen years by getting him do to drugs and be involved in childish, unneccessary gang fights.

“too familiar,” johnny leaned forward, his elbows touching his knees as he saw your face change in horror that he knew who your ex was. before you could even say anything, he took his shirt into his hands and started to strip-

“hey whoa-” you covered your eyes, only to hear johnny chuckle from your reaction.

“chill, i’ll show you something.” johnny lifted his shirt halfway just by his abs. a scar that was about 3 inches long marked that area, and from the looks of it, it seemed permanent. “this- right here, was caused by him. park seoham was my senior in high school. used to be involved in a lot of things that i got dragged on.”

“sorry.” you sighed, “i guess we got our own fair share of disasters from him.”

there was an awkward silence between the two of you since the only mutual topic you’ve discussed on was about your ex-boyfriend. johnny didn’t know how to converse any further, because he was actually a wreck in front of you.

how can someone so fragile and decent fall in love with a monster like park seoham? from what he knew, only the feeble minded would hang out with the likes of him and his gang. who was he to judge anyway, it wasn’t like he knew you as much.

but because someone like you who was fragile and decent earned those unneccessary bruises sparked something in him that he wanted to protect you. he wanted to know you more.

at first, he didn’t know whether to pursue being friends with you while you had connections with the person he despised before (hesistation, really). though what role had you play with it back then when clearly you weren’t in the right condition at the moment. so guessed he wanted to give it a try.

“out of topic but..” you turned to look at him, “when this is all over, i mean when- you’re, out of here.. wanna hang out for coffee?”

you let out a giggle that made him slightly confused, “we would’ve earlier if you hadn’t brought me here. but yeah, i’d like that.”

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four months passed and it was funny how you and johnny grew closer by time. you’d meet him at the university during lunch breaks and have study sessions, even though you both have very different majors.

his parents liked how their son was happier than he was two years ago. somehow they thanked you for giving him a chance to find new friendship in a rather messed up version of him. you even find yourself staying late at night at his place to binge watch a lot of movie trilogies, just like how best friends act during the weekends.

sometimes, you both would go on a food trip out of the city. other times, schedules would clash so the timing had to be changed.

by this point, you’ve both taken a liking on each other. johnny felt like he found a long lost soulmate. he admired the fact that you compliment his wavelength and how he matched yours. as rumors about him in the past were worrisome to you and would like keep distant as much as possible, that was thrown under the bus by now because johnny was totally different.

he was a dork, the cute kind.

“that’s not how you throw a punch, sweetcakes.” johnny called out, clearly teasing at how you were so lazy and ‘not interested’ in boxing. “come on girl, you can do better than that!”

“what are you, my dad? so bossy.” you snickered, fixing the velcro straps on the gloves with your teeth to tighten the grip. screw big gloves, you thought, going back to the equipment room to get another pair.

jaehyun and yuta caught johnny’s reaction seeing you do that because apparently for him, it was... hot. and the fact that they caught it on video made them let out waves of laughter. “look at how tensed up johnny hyung is.”

“he’s so turned on.” yuta covered held his stomach from laughing too hard, “you think he’d survive one session?”

“what the heck, hyung?” jaehyun’s ears reddened at the implication, his low chuckles made him snort quite a bit.

“i meant if he could last-“

“shut up i can hear you guys!” johnny glared at the two, approaching them as jaehyun hid his phone in his pocket. “do your asses need a beat up?”

“dude, you’ve been distracted. we get ya bro, she’s really got you into her.” yuta wrapped his arms around the guy, squeezing his biceps to change his attention on you instead of them ratting his unsaid feelings. “so can you really last-��

“alright you asked for it.” johnny pushed him away, readying his arms to really give the boy an ass whooping of his life-

“ok my gloves are changed-” you called out as you exited the equipment room. “johnny?”

johnny held back when he heard your voice, and yuta and jaehyun could hear heralds of angels singing because you- a goddess, saved them both from disaster - no pun intended.

“are you sure you want me to throw you a punch?” you pursed your lips, “just because mr. jeon’s on paternity leave doesn’t mean i’m his subsitute. besides, aren’t the other guys more capable to be your boxing bag?”

“sshh, they’ll be heartbrokened if they hear you say that.” he held your head with his hands, “okay, now throw me some punches. you say you’re so strong.”

“you pushy.” you playfully punched his chest, johnny letting a groan out as you did so, seeing jaehyun and yuta jokingly pouting their lips at you before going into the eating area.

ten and mark entered the gym with food in their hands, keeping note that everyone called for a chinese take-out tonight. ten squinted his eyes at the ring, snickering at the sight of you and johnny practicing boxing. it was amusing because you didn’t look like the part who’d be throwing punches, until he remembered something.

“what’s y/n’s last name again?” he asked the younger boy, placing the styrofoam boxes on the table. “i can’t really remember.”

mark hummed, “i saw her name at a roster sheet by the student club recruitment board. ah- it’s.. it’s at the tip of my tongue. i just can’t put a finger around it.”

“it’s y/l/n.” taeyong came in with drinks after locking the car at the port outside. “you guys know the brazilian jiu-jitsu legendary fighter ‘lion fist’? she’s the granddaughter.”

the four boys looked at taeyong. “oh right-”

“what?!”

“really?!”

“ha!?”

“oi!!”

mark laughed in excitement before dropping everything. “dude- does johnny hyung- hahah oh my g- know? johnny hyung!”

ten looked at johnny, who responded to mark’s call “uh mark, i don’t think he knows-”

you used your leg to hit johnny’s ankle that it caught him off guard, making him fall to the ground while you landed on top of him, earning shocked reactions from the other boys. your legs straddled his upper body on a mount position while you put his hands into crosshold, while your right arm glided underneath his head as you lower your chest, pinning him down. this move- was one of the first offence attack your grandfather taught you as a child: the ezekiel choke.

“rule number one, always stay focused.” you smirked at him, receiving the same reaction from the boy.

johnny gave up by tapping out, immediately shocked by your attempt to give him an offence attack. “seriously? jiu-jitsu? i only do muay thai, you cheater.”

“you were distracted, johnny. had to shake you out of it somehow.” you winked at him as you took your gloves and bands of your hands. “let’s eat, shall we?”

as you excused yourself to the girls’ washroom, jaehyun and yuta held their laughs after many times today. it was so contagious that the other three knew what their gimmick was. yuta nudged the dimpled boy, “bro, did you get that on camera?”

“sure did, bro.” jaehyun shook his phone, giggling a low laugh.

yuta gave the boy a high five, “told you he wouldn’t last-“

“shut up you douchebags.” johnny squeezed the sides of the two younger ones while they whined with the stinging pain, panting after that shock of his life. “she did a killer move back there.”

yuta wrapped his arm around johnny again, “come on john, don’t tell me that didn’t turn you on? she was on t-”

“ah up up up!” johnny shushed yuta as he spotted you exiting the restroom, wiping excess sweat with a towel you borrowed. “hey.”

“thanks for lending me spare clothes, ten. tell your sister i owe her.” you said grabbing a lunch box before carrying your bag. “i’d love to stay but i have to go hit the sack. i’m beat.”

johnny pulled a face when you straight up ignored him and it wasn’t hard to miss that mark, yuta, and taeyong started laughing. then he noticed the two looking at one area of your body- a bruise. and johnny was quick enough to act and wrap his towel around you, making you become startled at his gesture.

“yeah looks like we have a marathon of movies to finish, don’t we?” johnny chuckled through gritted teeth, giving your arm a squeeze.

you put on a fake smile yet have no idea what this boy was up to. so you decided to play along, “oh right, we do. let’s go? i’ll get the car ready.”

yuta squinted his eyes at johnny, smirking once again. “johnny, was that a hickey-”

“i swear yuta, you’re such a pain in the-”

“okay okay! it isn’t. geez.” he chuckled as he chewed on his fried rice, giving up at teasing him.

the night was nearing and the sun was already setting. the drive to your place was quiet and by the time you got in front of your house. you took your bag onto the backseat of johnny’s car before turning to him. “okay what was that all about, draping me with your towel earlier..”

“you tell me,” he started, gulping water from his bottle.

“if it’s about me pulling you a jiu-jitsu move then i’m sorry i didn’t speak of it sooner.”

“well that.. and another thing.” he closed the cap but you took the bottle and drank from it as well. “that bruise.. seemed recent.”

“well duh, i had it from the punches received from the kids’ training.” you said, combing your hair back. “those little punks-“

johnny crossed his arms, “i know a fresh bruise when i see one.” he didn’t want to assume because he didn’t want for it to be real. but with the way that you were being all defensive, said otherwise. “you’ve been seeing him, haven’t you?”

you slightly choked on your water and thank heavens he didn’t notice it. “who? seoham? i haven’t seen him as of late.”

“really? why lie to me? we’ve been practicing together for fun and you haven’t got any bruise til now-“

“and what if it is? what will you do?” you spat. “can’t it just be a normal bruise i got from hitting myself accidentally by the corner from i don’t know- my drawer?”

“can it be true that that’s the case?” johnny rebutted, “or you’re planning to change and state the real reason?”

your face turned sour at the current conversation you were having with johnny. “what gives? i’m stating the truth that i haven’t been meeting him.”

“because if you’re the granddaughter of the legendary lion fist you’d be able to defend yourself months before we met.” he raised his voice, hurt by the fact that you hid something from him after months of being close friends, considering you as someone he cares a lot for. “or have you been meeting him since we crossed paths?”

you sighed, not understanding why johnny was acting up, “okay fine. you got me.” you raised your hands, “i’ve been seeing him, but not in the way you think.”

“then what was the past few month of us then?” johnny placed his hands on his hips. “did you guys somehow manage to patch up during the times we hung out? or were you just using me as rebound just to get back at him?”

“r-rebound?” your chest hurt at the accusation, “there’s no way i’d use you as rebound because if anything, what we did was real.”

“oh really now? like how you pretended not to know any martial arts or when you skipped our planned meetups so that i don’t know- you could meet up with him? were any of those part of your realness?”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he was insanely getting into your nerves, so you raised your voice as well. “look i don’t know why you’re acting like this, this bruise is just a minor hit.”

“a minor hit? really? you had history with the guy!” johnny’s blood boiled and he was sure he popped a vessel.

“johnny, let’s just take a breather, shall we-” you covered your eyes with your arm as a passing vehicle drove by the both of you.

“even if it was a minor hit doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt.” johnny looked at you, even with all the tension between the two of you, you could still see the sincerity he felt in his eyes.

so you decided to tell him the truth.

you sighed as you rubbed your forehead, “okay. i wasn’t being complete honest with you, johnny.” you shifted your position to lean against a pole while he stood across from you, arms crossed as he mirrored your position by his car.

“when we first conversed at the hospital the day you got me admitted, i told you park seoham and i broke it off.” johnny nodded, waiting for you to continue. “we did, but i’ve been seeing him not because i wanted him back in my life but because right after our breakup, he got into a car accident and got hurt… big time. he didn’t want any other nurses but requested for me to get him through rehab.”

“sounds possessive.” johnny stretched, “he got hit real bad, huh?”

“so bad to the point that he only remembers my name.” you said, hearing it come out from your mouth left a bitter feeling. “guess it was just out of pity for me to help him, given that he ended up like that. this bruise happened because it was a muscle memory for him to do defense and somehow he doesn’t remember any of the bad things he did.”

now johnny wanted to gag after hearing that, “must be good on him, but for the people he victimized for his thrill and fun in the past? don’t think so.”

you walked closer to him, patting his shoulder. “he’s changing for the better.”

johnny’s brows met, change? as if. “he left a scar on me that made me hospitalized for three months that i almost didn’t graduate high school. how’s that for a change?”

“i know it must be hard to take this all in.” you sighed as your lips quivered, “i didn’t say anything before because of all the trauma you had with him. i also wanted to get over him and start anew but the hospital won’t shut up about him, so i had to go back. you have to trust me on this johnny.”

johnny held your hand and gripped it, you let out a sigh of relief knowing that he understood, until he let go slowly. “trust you? y/n, i don’t know whether to trust you anymore after this. i trusted you enough before but all these unsaid info.. it’s too much. call me petty but as i said earlier, it doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt.”

he stood up and straightened his posture, “you have to trust me when i say this though. i reacted because i care so much about you, so much that i wanted to protect you from harm, to the point that it was almost obssessive then i realized it was actually love. but a lot of things were revealed to me tonight and something dawned on me.”

you gulped nervously as tears welled, this isn’t good.

“i wasted my time and effort on you.” he sadly revealed, “here i was thinking i could be the hero who needed to save the girl he befriended and eventually loved. only to see that she can courageously handle herself, i’ll applaud you, really. the world needs more girls like that. i’m probably just being hopeful that i ended up looking like a idiot who’d never get that chance.”

before you could even say anything, he started the engine and drove off.

your chest hurted so much, just how stupid and messed up could you get? you covered your mouth to stop it from quivering but damn were you too late for that. tears fell at the guilt you felt and the dishonesty you did towards johnny was plain selfish, you only cared about yourself. if anything came out of that conversation,

was that you were the monster that hurted him.

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johnny hadn’t heard from you since that night. now that mr. jeon’s back from paternity leave, he’d rather focus on practice for the semi-finals and make a name for himself. like boxing, you were just another round he had to go through.

“you sure about that?” johnny was shaken from his thoughts as held the punching bag from swinging back at him. ten approached his best friend with a bottle of water in hand. “you really should keep your thoughts to yourself, this gym’s pretty quiet, y’know?”

johnny rolled his eyes at the suggestion, “trust me the last time i kept my thoughts intact with my brain i got my heart broken.”

“how you coping up though? we haven’t seen y/n come by recently after your quote on quote fight.” he held up his fingers, only to see johnny punch the bag harder. “guess i shouldn’t have asked?”

“it’s cool, it’s been a month now actually.” johnny hopped around the bag to get new punches out. “i’m all good.”

“really? ‘cause you’ve been throwing punches at the bag for a bloody month.” ten shrugged, taking a seat at the corner of the ring. “even mr. jeon couldn’t get you to snap out of it.”

“what do you mean? coach jeon and i have been training since then.”

“agh i mean the guys miss y/n! especially yuta and jaehyun!“ ten waved his arms exaggeratedly.

“you mean they miss me and y/n having the so-called tension?” johnny clicked his tongue, “they should keep their fantasies to themselves, geez.”

ten threw a towel at him, “i know semi-finals is in a few days and finals in a month. if you’re so busy fighting matches why not fight for your love life? you miss y/n more than anyone.”

johnny curled his tongue as he held a punch, “she’s a distraction.”

“sigh for a buff and strong guy like you, you’re still too soft.” ten groaned, “i’m done playing cupid!! you can cry your remaining days being loveless.”

johnny took a break, drinking the remaining water from the bottle when he spotted text message from mr. jeon:

coach jeon: “john, your rival’s been decided. check your email, please.”

as you worked at the university hospital, one of the few sophomores who actually had an opportunity to do so. you were actually quite happy you’ve kept yourself busy, well, your thoughts really. in all honesty though, you still pondered about johnny and he was up to.

you even thought about making up with him, but it was too awkward to show up at the gym after a month as if nothing had happened between you two. you shook your head to get out of overthinking. time will tell, y/n. you told yourself.

flicking your hands after washing them, you tore a piece of tissue paper before entering the rehab center. the corner of your mouth raised a little after seeing seoham waving at you walking with crutches. “nurse y/n! my favorite!”

in a panic, you jogged up to and slightly hit his shoulder. “quiet, your voice’s too loud. besides, i’m like the only nurse you know.”

he giggled with a snort as he adjusted his ankle wrap, “well true.. anyway dr. kim just stopped by earlier and said that i’m gonna be discharged tomorrow.”

“oh really?” you asked, checking his records, “good on you, eight months of rehab did something.”

he smiled a toothy grin and blushed a little, walking towards his room. “yeah, because of you.” not noticing you almost dropped the papers. “so when this all ends, i mean when i’m out of here… wanna grab coffee?”

your head never whipped so fast at the unncanny offer the young man just made, looking away. “i- uh.”

“or you’d rather hang out and have coffee with johnny suh?” your eyes widened as cold chills creeped up your spine. this voice.. was the old seoham. “think i wouldn’t notice?

“whatever you mean?” you feigned innocence, but that’s too late for now, wasn’t it?

“you’re not the only person i remember so clearly, y/n.” his facial aura changed, and just like before, he scared you. “johnny suh, seems like you know him. maybe even got tangled with him somehow? romantically? or have you guys even-”

“what do you want, seoham?” you gripped your board, staring at him firmly so that he wouldn’t see you give in so easily.

he clicked his tongue, “eh well, nothing really. felt like i had some unfinished business with him. not because you and him have been meeting up. no no.” you pressed your lips together, “his mere existence is a threat to me. so i have been doing research on your days off.”

“stay away from him,” your voice shook, breath hitching a little.

“how could i when you lead me straight right to him?” he leaned forward towards you. “i noticed all your little moves, sweet y/n. your little chats on the phone when i was ‘sleeping’? or what was the most recent one?” he tapped his chin, “the heated argument you guys had that night a month ago?”

you looked at him with widened eyes, trying to recall how he managed to know about that. then it came to you:

the car that drove by with the flashing headlights.

“no..”

“finally caught on, haven’t we.. sweetcakes?”

you flinched at the nickname, only johnny called you that. what right-

“dr. shin, my personal PT- said i’m all good for boxing. i could even start as early as tomorrow perhaps. given that the semi-finals is in a few days.” he chuckled before showing you an email he received.

“young people boxing association semi-finals: university division: park seoham vs. johnny suh.”

what?

“you can’t join that!” you gasped, “you’re still in rehab and can’t engage in any physical activities.”

seoham laughed in a low tone, “you underestimate me, y/n. before johnny suh came along beating everyone’s asses it was me who’s undefeatable.” he held your chin, “i should be thanking you, making our paths cross again.”

“you’re such a jerk, seoham. you always were a monster.” you said bitterly, holding your tears.

“but you fell in love with this monster.” he gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead as you pushed him away. “aw, was that you and johnny boy’s form of love action? sorry to barge in.”

“you should’ve stayed dead-”

“oh but i’m alive more than ever! you’re my angel.”

you opened the door and rushed out, wiping your tears. going to the locker room, you changed into your clothes and sent a text to taeyong that you’d be stopping by the gym.

“hey look y/n just texted, said that she’ll be stopping over.” taeyong announced and immediately looked for johnny. “where’s john?”

“he just left!” mark replied while playing with ten on ps5.

you cursed to yourself and ran as fast as you could so that you could catch up with johnny. this was all your fault, just how could you face him when you’ve hurted him and now it was seoham who was going to hurt him to extreme?

you search in every nook and cranny of the city for him, “where is he?” you stopped running, panting so much that gasped for air. johnny where are you? you ran again to look for him until you spotted a tall guy with a figure you so recognized… and missed.

“johnny?” you called out, and how your chest squeezed at the sight of him.

he turned around, quite shocked seeing you all tired. “y/n?”

“don’t go to the semi finals!” you cried, “seoham is going to be there.”

“so?” he sounded bitter and you didn’t blame him, “probably another park seoham, you know there’s a lot people with same names. we’re not in a small world, y/n.”

“no, it’s the park seoham. my ex, the person you hated, he- you gotta believe me!”

“i don’t know.” he shrugged, “one person can’t recover from a fatal car crash and recover less than a year.”

“not seoham, he’s different. please you have to forfeit the match.” you said as johnny gave you sour face.

“why should i listen to you?”

“because i don’t want you- the man i love to be hurt anymore!” you finally confessed and groaned as you wiped your face. “i don’t want things to change because of what i did and i’m sorry if i hurted you.”

“she finally got the hint now, john?” you turned to see seoham in crutches, smiling at johnny and you weren’t believing what you were seeing.

“yeah, thanks to you. can’t believed it worked.” johnny let out a sigh of relief.

your mouth went agape and you were frustrated right now. “what the- what the hell?”

johnny chuckled, took your wrist and pulled you close to him, wrapping you in a hug. “scared, sweetcakes?”

you patted his chest repeatedly until he let go, “again, what the hell?”

johnny looked at seoham and shrugged, “guess i was being dishonest. after our argument, i went to visit seoham just to see if he really did change for the better as you stated and to make peace with him.” holding his laugh seeing your startled expression, “he did. it took some convincing on my part but yeah, i guess we’re okay.”

seoham scratched his head in embarrassment, “i don’t know what history we had but he seemed to know you when he stopped by at the hospital. and we just.. talked. then i found out you guys were having a lover’s quarrel, so i talked to him about pranking you a bit. my idea. plus, lover boy here is a coward.”

you squinted your eyes at them, shaking your head. you must be dreaming. “wh- what about the email?”

“fake copy.” johnny showed you the legit one. “my real opponent’s matthew kim. from seoul national.”

you blinked, “then how did you-” pointing at seoham, know about the argument?”

“johnny told me.” he blinked back at you, his face showing no signs of deceit.

you tilted your head, whispering to yourself, “then it wasn’t the blinding lights?”

johnny chuckled, “sorry, must be a lot to take in.” making you scowl at the enunciation he made, then you realized something.

“ah, haha.” you combed your hair back again with your hands. “is this about getting even, johnny?”

he just smirked at you for an answer.

“that’s so low!” you threw a punch at his chest, him holding your hand before you even did so and hugged you once again. “that was so real, what the hell…”

“sorry,” he laughed and seoham signaled him his exit. he nodded at the forgiven person before nuzzling his face on your neck. “didn’t i tell you? my major is acting.”

you pushed yourself away from him, “oh my gosh john- you’re the worst! i’m leaving!”

johnny pulled you to him once again before kissing you on the lips, “don’t. you still owe me movie trilogies to watch.”

you puffed your cheeks, “fine. let’s go.”

johnny turned around, looking for certain people. “guys, you got that on video?

yuta and jaehyun gave him a thumbs up, snickering at their little boys’ play.

“sure did!”

“yup!”

johnny looked at you after hearing his name call from your lips before jogging up to you.

“she’ll never hear the end of it.”

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Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

—

“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

—

10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

—

Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.��

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

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A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

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jjacob · 3 years

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all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES.

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

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Okay but anthony getting to spoil Kate with pretty expensive things bc she deserves it >>>>>>

Okay but imagine Anthony trying to spoil Kate and she’s just like

“All I want is you.”

And he’s getting a little annoyed because like… he knows how difficult it must have been for her to raise Edmund by herself all these years. To have to save and save to buy him the sneakers he liked for his birthday and he doesn’t believe that not once in 13 years did she not want something that she couldn’t have.

So one day when he’s standing in line at the department store buying Edmund the Levi’s Sherpa jacket that had caught his eye when they’d been out last week that he could finally admit he wanted but had said

“It’s silly Dad. It’s expensive and I’m still growing, maybe I can get a second hand one.” And Anthony had nodded and told Edmund to go upstairs and find Kate, and secretly asked the cashier to hide the size for him.

Anthony had asked her “What do you want?”

And Kate had rolled her eyes. Her finger playing with the diamond ring on her finger and said “I don’t want a Sherpa Jacket.”

And Anthony had rolled his own eyes, “Babe, I was thinking a little bigger than a jacket.”

And Kate froze for a second before she shook her head, “I just wanted you back, and I have that now.”

And Anthony’s chest had ached as he brushed his lips to hers before pulling back. “So in 13 years you never once wanted anything you couldn’t afford? You were perfectly content?”

Kate nodded, far too quickly. “I had Neddy and that was enough.”

And Anthony didn’t believe it for a second though he watched her smile carefully when they got home and Edmund’s mouth fell open as he tried on his new jacket. Watched all night as Edmund carefully hung it on the rack in the hall so it was neatly between His (old) and Kate’s (new, he’d not allowed her to say no when he’d brought it home last week) Burberry coats as though it might disappear if he moved too quickly. Watched Kate smiled as Edmund toed into the living room again just before bed and said nervously

“Um… Dad. I know that um… you just got me the jacket and I love it. I really really love it but umm I wondered if umm maybe I could get like a patch that Mum could sew onto it? Like maybe like a um… like Mario or something, a Star Wars one maybe.”

And Anthony had had to fight back tears for everything that had been taken from his beautiful child for so long when he said “I’ll take you out tomorrow Sprout. You can get 50 patches if you want.”

So when he had Edmund alone the next day, he pounced, though yes, it was a little undignified to interrogate your son while he held up little patches against his new Denim jacket.

“Hey Sprout? I want to get Mum a really nice present but she won’t tell me what she wants and I wondered if maybe you could think of something she really wanted?”

And Edmund turned towards him shrugging. “Oh that’s easy. Mum wants a car.”

Anthony’s eyebrows raised, “A car?”

It seemed so simple that he couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t have told him.

Edmund nodded, “She never told me but, most of the other Mums at my old school had cars, and everyone thought she was my nanny because she was really young and we took the subway and walked everywhere and I know it made her pretty sad.”

Anthony’s chest ached, his fist clenching, longing to hunt down Alistair Cowper and beat him senseless for everything that had been snatched from his wife and son. From him as well he supposed. But mostly for them.

Anthony nodded, “wanna go buy Mum a car when we’re done here?”

Edmund’s mouth fell open, his hand closing tightly around a Yoda patch in surprise. “You’re that rich? You can just buy a car whenever you want?? Why do you have someone drive you then?”

Anthony shrugged a little embarrassedly at his son’s awe but for once not for how much he had. Not if it made his family this happy. “I can buy a car whenever I want yes. Is the yoda the one you want? You keep trying that one most.”

Edmund nodded a little embarrassedly, “Can I have the BB8 as well?”

“This is like… a really really nice car. I think it’s the fanciest car I’ve ever seen.” Edmund said a little in awe from the passenger seat of the brand new Range Rover Anthony had just bought his wife looking hesitantly down at the gadgets.

“Do you think Mum’s going to like it?” Anthony was suddenly nervous, Kate was, in actual fact more likely to be mad than anything else. He’d told her and told her she could have whatever she wanted now and she’d refused, some habits were harder to break than others.

“Mum’s going to love it, Dad. She’s really happy now all the time. She used to be before, but I could tell she was really sad sometimes, and I haven’t seen her like that since we came back here.”

“I’m really happy now too Sprout. You know I love you and Mum a lot right? Always?” Anthony fought to keep the emotion out of his voice and failed miserably.

Edmund smiled. “Love you too, Dad.” And Anthony could have died so happy right then and there.

Edmund hopped down, his fingers running over the matte black paint a little excitedly as he closed the door, running round to stand by Anthony bouncing with excitement as Anthony started beeping to horn madly. Ignoring Mrs Smythe-Smith’s disapproving glare as her daughter giggled, waving at Edmund.

“What the fuc-?” Kate’s head appeared out the door, her voice cutting off as she took in Anthony and Edmund, leaning against the car grinning madly the car keys held aloft.

“SURPRISE!” Edmund crowed as Kate’s mouth dropped open, frozen in shock.

“Did you get me-?Anthony you can’t be serious?”

“I’m deadly serious, Neddy and I just picked this out, but if you don’t like the colour or you want something else we can get it, I’ll give this to Mum.” His heart was racing the longer his wife stayed silent, his nervous smile started to slip, even as he tugged her by the hand, until she toppled against his chest, their eyes catching together.

“This is way way too much.” Her voice was tiny, the corner of her mouth twitching nervously. But Anthony just shook his head.

“This is exactly what you deserve. Kate, you’re my wife and I want you to have whatever you want. You worked so hard raising our boy and he is perfect.” He tugged Edmund in to the hug with them, his posture relaxing immediately now that he had both of them right where he wanted them.

“I just want to do this one thing for you. And it’s something simple that I can do. Besides, your driving is a disaster and you need safe transportation.”

The corner of her lips twitched upwards in a smirk finally, before it turned into an excited smile, her tone a clear attempt at nonchalance, failing horribly.

“A Range Rover really Anthony? You couldn’t have gotten me a Hyundai like a normal person?”

Anthony blanched at the thought “err No, my wife deserves the best. She’s driving a Mercedes bare minimum.”

Edmund piped up grinning his mother’s cheeky smile “Can I have a motorbike?”

“Ahh no. You can have a Vespa when you learn to drive , if that.” Kate rolled her eyes at him, kissing his forehead.

“I’ll get you a motorbike.” Anthony muttered to Edmund, dodging Kate’s attempt to swat at him.

“Now, Mrs. Bridgerton.” Anthony said kissing her lightly on the lips stepping back before she could react “I think it’s time you take us out for a spin.” He said settling himself in the back seat before she could protest. “Neddy, you’re riding shot gun and DJ.”

And the only thing he could think as he watched his wife and song sing along to the radio, was how much he loved his family

#a crumpled up piece of paper #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #edmund bridgerton ii #molly’s asks and answers

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markberries · 4 years

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d e s i r e┊draco malfoy

anon requested: hey!! unsure if u do requests for stories BUT i saw a tiktok and rlly want it to be a full story (or one shot). so: draco is late to class, and is there for volunteered for an experiment, he is told to stand infront of a mirror (he doenst know it but it’s the erised mirror) and he asks Y/N to move out of the way but ur not there, he only sees u bc he desires u, everyone laughs then there’s a party and u okay 7 min in heaven, and draco and Y/N get picked then SMUT

info: you and draco liked to bicker; turns out draco wanted a bit more from you. it took him a look into the mirror of erised to realize it.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, fingering, oral (giving)

genre: SMUT, hufflepuff!reader, fem reader

word count: 2400+

a/n: hihi, i hope this is something close to what you wanted. sorry for the wait!! the request confused me at first but i think i understood it. this is also unedited bc i’m lazy

“draco malfoy, late again?” the professor sighed, not looking at malfoy who was quietly taking his seat. instead, the professor just shook his head in disappointment.

“yeah yeah, won’t happen again,” draco snickered, playfully shoving goyle and crabbe. all three of them were quietly giggling in amusement, as if the entire school was a joke to them.

the professor raised an eyebrow at draco, crossing his arms. unimpressed, he stared draco down. “you have been saying that for the past three classes you were late to as well, mr. malfoy.”

you held back your laughter as draco got scolded, only because you knew that draco was an arse so watching him get in trouble up close was definitely a treat for you.

draco was quick to turn to you, who was sitting at the table to his right. “got something to say, mudblood?” he snapped at you, and you glared at him.

“got some daddy issues to fix, malfoy?” you shot back, venom lacing your voice.

“alright you two,” the professor said, walking to the middle of the room, eyes switching from malfoy to you. “that’s quite enough for today. since mr. malfoy had the audacity to come in late once again, he will be our beloved volunteer for our experiment today.”

draco raises his hand, “i will not be agreeing to that, professor. it’s just not fair.”

“and it’s not fair that you’re wasting my time, so i advise you to come up here now, because you don’t have a choice,” the professor gestured for malfoy to come to him, you hear a grumble from draco, followed by his chair being pushed back.

draco walked up to a large object covered by a black drape in the middle of the room, standing right in front of it. draco made sure to give you a nasty look before getting to the front.

the professor moved out of the way to remove the drape, but not before saying, “okay, mr. malfoy. i want you to describe to me what you see when i remove this cloth.”

“easy enough,” draco smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, arrogance oozing off of him. when the professor withdraws the drape, draco looks closesly. it’s a mirror with a golden lining, decorated with intricate designs and beautiful patterns. it’s much larger than draco, and light rays bounce off it throughout the room.

“if you don’t move out of the way y/l/n,” draco sneers, making you squint your eyes in confusion, “i swear i’ll-”

“that’s enough mr. malfoy, you can sit down now.”

draco turned around, only to see you sitting down in your chair, who was just as confused as him. while he walked back to his seat, the professor eyed him, then started pacing slowly around the room while talking.

“now,” he began, “this here, is the mirror of erised.” you hear small giggles coming from the class room, followed by malfoy’s face turning a slight tint of pink.

“shove off!” malfoy yells, muttering to himself in annoyance. you of course, shared the same amount of embarrassment. you knew exactly what the mirror of erised was, and so did most people in this room. it made you visualize what you truly desired, so the fact that draco malfoy had seen you in the reflection, was quite a surprise.

“every student will have a chance to take a look, so don’t worry too much. please form a single file line, and we will begin.”

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“you’re kidding,” cedric snickers, covering his mouth with his hand. cedric was an awful good friend of yours, being the first person to offer you a seat when you had gotten sorted into hufflepuff. quite ironic, really. you never imagined yourself to be put into such a happy little house.

“honestly? i wish i was. draco can be such a little prick,” you remarked, sipping at your butterbeer. students gathered in the three broom sticks, the familiar scent of sweat emanating from the hufflepuff and slytherin quidditch team. the slytherin house had just received a bitter defeat, causing them to throw glares at the opposing team.

“so what are you gonna do about it then? talk to him?” cedric questioned you, and you shrugged shoulders. you were at a loss for what to do about malfoy. you were unsure if he was even worth talking to, after all the constant negative comments that he just loved to yell at you.

“do i wanna talk to him?” you asked, crossing your legs while you sat in your chair. cedric raised a brow, “am i supposed to answer that question?”

“no,” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. being friends with cedric had it’s pros and it’s cons, but he gave a good amount of advice and he was always reliable. you hear a call for cedric’s name coming from the crowd of boys and girls, his eyes shoot to the group.

“what is it?” he says back, standing up from his chair.

“come on then, we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven!”

such a childish game, you thought to yourself. it surprised you that people were still interested in playing. cedric looked to you, then back at the group, “i won’t go if you won’t go.”

“what a flirt,” you say with a hint of a sarcastic tone. you playfully kick his leg, making him yelp, “i’m just trying to be nice!”

“well i’m surely not going,” you responded, taking a sip from your drink again. cedric’s grey eyes bored into your own, he smelt of chocolate mixed with his clean shampoo.

“don’t be such a wussy, mudblood,” you hear a familiar voice snarl. you snap your head to see draco, standing in the middle of the crowd, laughing with his group of friends. you felt a surge of anger, and cedric took note of it. he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your chair.

“y/n and i will be participating!” cedric announces , dragging you to the group of people gathered around a table.

“cedric! what in god’s name are you doing?” you exclaim, desperately trying to escape from his strong grip. “ow ow ow, could you at least be a little gentler?”

“this is your chance, if you get paired up with someone, you’ll see malfoy’s reaction,” he whispers closely into your ear. when the two of you stop in front of the group, you swear you can practically hear how badly the other girls wanted cedric to be their partner.

“what if i don’t want to see his reaction?” you complained back, and cedric patted your head. “then too bad.”

“alright everyone, the rules are simple; a person is selected to spin the bottle. whoever the bottle lands on, those two will go into the backrooms together. would anyone like to go first?”

“y/n does,” cedric yells, slightly pushing you forward. you scowl at him, in return he sends you a shit-eating grin. you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smile off his face, but you stayed civil for the sake of the others gathered around you.

“alright y/n, go on,” blaise says, placing the bottle on the table. you gave cedric the “i’m going to kill you when this is over” look as you sighed, placing your hand on the bottle. you span it, watching as the boys began to shift awkwardly.

you nearly gag when the bottle lands on the one person you did not want to share a small, closed room with. people coo, laughing and making immature comments. draco malfoy shoves his friend, threatening him.

“i’m not entering a closet with that mudblood,” he scoffs, pointing at you disrespectfully. you stop yourself from punching malfoy, instead you say, “look who’s scared now.”

“what did you just say?” draco hissed, taking a step closer to you. “why would i be scared.”

you dust off his robe in a mocking way, smiling at him. “you tell me, malfoy.”

whispers filled the room, as if everyone was waiting for draco to explode. he took a deep breath, grabbing your arm aggressively. people eyed the both of you as he brought you to the backrooms, knowing hell would break loose with you two alone.

seven minutes, alone with draco. what could go wrong?

when you two stepped into the small space, you went to the farthest point of the room. it was littered with cleaning supplies and smelt a little bit like bleach. draco stared at you, and you looked back. “what do you want?”

“you think i wanted to do this?” draco spat at you, leaning back on the wall.

“and how do you think i feel?” you said back, throwing a scrunched up paper towel at him. “as if i wanted to be in a room with you. you’re annoying, stuck up, and a spoiled brat.”

“wow, who would think that a bitch would get sorted into hufflepuff,” he says sarcastically.

“got a lot to say for someone who saw me in the mirror of erised,” you retort, fanning your face. it was getting quite warm in this tight space.

“it was probably a mistake, who would desire you anyway,” he retaliates getting closer to you. you take a step closer to him as well, your faces nearly touching.

“you’d be surprised,” you argue. you two were so close that you could make out the details of his face. you could see something flash in his eyes, it didn’t look like anger, but you chose to believe that it was.

“do you ever stop talking? just shut up already. i’ve had enough of hearing your voice.”

you scoff, looking down at your feet, then looking back up into draco’s eyes. in all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect after saying this. you felt your hands shaking a little bit, ignoring the adrenaline pumping through you

“make me.”

in that moment, you swear you heard your own heart beating. did you want this? did draco understand what you were hinting at? your questions were soon answered when draco pushes you up against the wall, taking your hands and pinning them above your head.

“i’ll make you, alright,” he smirks, placing kisses along your jawline. he presses his knee between your legs. he kisses your neck, sucking on the skin. you let out a breathy whine, trying to bring your arms down to wrap around draco’s neck, but he keeps your hands in place.

“you want this, don’t you?” he whispers, leaving more marks on your neck.

“mhm, yes draco,” you say back, feeling yourself growing wetter.

“good girl.”

he smashes his own lips against yours, his actions filled with need and passion. he slightly bites on your bottom lip, looking into your eyes. he breaks the kiss, letting go off your hands. he undoes his belt, pulling his pants down slightly, but not all the way.

“we haven’t got much time,” he says, dragging his thumb along your cheek. he touches your bottom lip, and you open your mouth in response, sucking on his thumb.

“fuck,” he groans, watching you with lust filled eyes. “you’re so hot.” he removes his thumb from your mouth, and you lower yourself to his boxers, tugging down the fabric. his member springs free, and he lets out a hiss from the sudden contact of air.

you smirk, licking a stripe. draco moans, grabbing onto the shelf above him. you begin to take him in, swirling your tongue around him. his size was about average, but on the thicker side. he grunts as you hollow your cheeks.

“oh fuck, just like that,” he groans. the tip of his dick touches the back of your throat, making you gag. he moans, but louder this time as he grabs your hair. your eyes start forming tears, but you hold them back.

you hollow out your cheeks, slowly moving back and forth.

“god, y/n, you’re so pretty even when you’re sucking my dick,” he says, lost in the moment as you continue to move faster, using your hands on whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. you feel your lips getting swollen as you continue to move faster.

“look at you,” he groans, his face full of pleasure as he looks down at you. “such a fucking good girl.”

you feel his member twitch in your mouth, and you knew he was close to finishing. you took this as a chance to move faster, bobbing your head as fast as you could.

he groans, panting your name as he used your hair to guide how to move.

“i’m gonna come,” he says breathily, “fuck!”

he comes in your mouth, but you don’t mind. it’s not the worst that could happen, after all. you stand up, wiping your mouth as draco is leaning against the wall. he doesn’t rest for long though, as he grabs your waist, pulling you close to him.

“your turn,” he whispers, pushing your skirt up and slipping a hand into your exposed panties. he feels around your wetness, collecting it and bringing it out.

“mm, did i do this?” he asks, and you whimper a “yes”.

he slips his hand back in, finding your bundle of nerves and rubbing them slowly. you gasp, gripping at his jacket and biting on his shoulder. he chuckles, dragging a finger down to insert into you. he pushes in slowly, and you bite down harder, not wanting to make too much noise.

“no no, i don’t want you to be quiet, i want to see your face,” draco says, using his free hand to grab your chin and make you look at him. “that’s right, let me see how you feel.”

he pushes in and out of your heat at a steady pace, the room smelt of sex and his cologne. you were a moaning mess as draco continued his motions, bringing in another finger.

“does that feel good?” draco asks, and you nod in response. “i want your words, baby.”

“y-yes draco, please don’t stop,” you say quietly, screwing your eyes shut.

“oh baby, i wasn’t planning on it,” he replies, entering a third finger and thrusting faster. at this point, you’re pretty much a moaning mess. the feeling of his long slender fingers was so much to handle, you felt yourself building up to your climax.

“that’s right baby, fuck, you’re clenching around my fingers,” he smirks, knowing that you were going to come. “i want you to say my name. tell people who’s making you feel this good.”

“it’s you, draco, oh my god!” you yelp, the fabric of his robe was bunching up in your hands. suddenly, your orgasm washes over you, your stomach moving in twists and turns. you felt so relieved, draco removed his hand, his fingers covered in your juices. all that could be heard was the sound of you and draco’s heavy breathing.

a knock comes from outside the room, “guys? it’s been over seven minutes.”

#draco #draco malfoy #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #harry potter #cedric diggory #smut #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine

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sunder-soul · 3 years

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first of all your work is AMAZING- like damn that smut? 👀 but anyway- i’ve had this concept for awhile imagine that reader was the one who made the design for the dark mark for tom riddle? like y/n is an artist and likes to draw, paint, all that jazz, and she saw the symbol in like her dreams or something and decided to draw it. and then tommy boy sees it and takes a liking to it like, “...i could use that-“ i don’t if this is a weird ask or not but i thought it was interesting. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

So this has been in my inbox for so long bc I just couldn’t crack how I wanted to tackle it and then yesterday BOOM I had an idea so here I am!! Hope you enjoy 💖

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Consume

Summary: Reader looks into Tom Riddle’s tea leaves on an unlucky day in Divination. Something looks back.

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: none.

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You’ve heard of the domino effect before, but never has it been so grimly demonstrated to you than in that exact moment standing in front of the entire Divination classroom with the only spare seat left opposite Tom bloody Riddle.

It started (or at least, as far as you can tell) an entire week earlier when you’d walked in on Ophelia Greengrass sobbing in the fourth-floor girl’s bathroom during second period. Up until then you’d not spoken more than half a dozen words to Ophelia across your entire time at Hogwarts, but it had felt wrong not to say anything – and as it turned out, Ophelia had been in dire need of someone saying something to her. She’d been dating Lestrange for a little over three months and by the sounds of it things were not going well.

So of course you’d comforted her as best you could but it was hardly surprising when she tentatively approached again you the next day, and the next, and the next, and then every single day for an entire week there had been a new horror story until yesterday you’d finally had enough and told her that she should break up with him.

That, of course, was why he’d confronted you in the corridor that morning on the way to Charms, angrily accusing you of losing him his girlfriend. And that was why you and Lestrange had been caught by Peeves with a watering can full of Bulbadox juice brandished gleefully in his spindly hands.

Which was how you both ended up in the hospital wing for the entirety of first period, Lestrange with boils all over his face and down his back, and you with them on your hands from where you’d managed to shield yourself.

You’d left Lestrange behind complaining loudly as the matron peeled back his school shirt, sprinting all the way up to the Divination tower at breakneck speed, throwing the trapdoor to the classroom open and scrambling inside, the trapdoor falling shut behind you, the very final domino.

“Sorry I’m late, Professor,” you gasp as you spin around to face her. “Peeves caught me and Lestrange!”

The class snickers.

“That’s quite alright, quite alright…” Cassandra Trelawney says, deep and ringing, “we have not yet started, take a seat with Mr Riddle and we shall begin…”

You freeze. Riddle…?

That’s when it hits you.

Lestrange always sat with Riddle in Divination.

And you’re so late that everyone else already has partners.

You turn to see Tom Riddle sitting at the back of the room looking at you with a polite but blank expression on his face. The class giggles again. The vast majority of Hogwarts students are at least somewhat in love with Riddle – beautiful, intelligent, polite Riddle, orphaned and poor but refined and successful. Better yet he barely speaks to anyone, leaving a lot of empty space of endless possibility for people to fill in with their personal daydreams.

He scares you.

Those horrible boys that hang around him remind you of flies hanging around rotting meat. And if they’re the flies, that makes Riddle…

You grit your teeth and step forward, weaving between the other tables and snickering students to take your seat, dropping your bag to the floor and eyeing the tea set on the small table apprehensively.

“Begin your readings!” Trelawney calls.

You frown and turn to Riddle questioningly. “We’re doing tea leaves?”

“Tasseography,” he corrects smoothly, leaning forward and picking up the burnished copper pot with one hand and pouring steaming tea into the little china cup in front of him.

You blink at him silently. There’s something manufactured about his face that you can’t put your finger on.

“Shall I go first or would you like to?” Riddle asks casually, pouring you a cup, too.

“I don’t mind,” you mumble, looking away.

Riddle sets the pot down and picks up his cup in long, elegant fingers, lifting it to his lips. “The instructions are on page seventy-nine,” he says after taking a sip, looking around the room disinterestedly.

You pull out your book and find the right chapter and scan the first few paragraphs as Riddle finishes his tea, sipping absently at your own, and by the time he finally hands you his cup your heart rate has finally returned to normal from running up eight flights of stairs.

“You have a scattered-type formation,” you say, checking it against the diagram on your page, “and it’s north-west oriented.”

“Mhmm,” Riddle says noncommittedly, his dark eyes level on the parchment before him as he takes notes.

You lean forward over Riddle’s cup and frown as you compare it to the pictures in the book. “That looks like shepherd’s crook,” you say, pointing to a cluster shaped like a pinched hook, “which means… either the responsibility to protect, or the exertion of power and authority over a group of people.”

Riddle scoffs very lightly, his lips curling into a slight smirk as he continues to write.

Something about it had clearly struck a chord with him, but you pointedly train your eyes back on your book. “Oh,” you frown, checking his cup again. “Or it’s the old glyph for seven.”

Riddle stops writing. You look up curiously at the sudden lack of his quill scratching evenly on his parchment to find him perfectly still, his eyes on your face. “Seven?” he repeats, tone distinct.

You nod and push your book around to show him. “The number seven used to be drawn like that, too.”

Riddle’s eyes drop to the page and linger there for a moment before he resumes taking his notes – though his expression is much more preoccupied than before.

But something in Riddle’s cup has caught your eye. Beside the shepherd’s crook/number seven is a lump of tea leaves so distinct in form that it’s almost comical – the round of the cranium, the square of a mandible, and gaps in the leaves to indicate two eye sockets.

“Oh,” you say in surprise, pulling your book back around. “Wow, that’s pretty clearly a…”

You trail off, frowning. You’ve noticed the tea leaves below it, the long twisting trail that leads directly into the skull’s mouth. A cold, creeping feeling is curling in your stomach as something about the image before you seems to move, you can almost see the thing writhing, it almost looks like a…

“How are we going?” Trelawney asks, suddenly right beside you.

You jump, looking up at her in panic. “Fine,” you say quickly.

She lifts her brows, assessing you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” she says, before glancing at Riddle. “And you?”

“Fine,” Riddle echoes smoothly. But he’s not looking at Trelawney.

He’s looking at you.

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The image worms into your thoughts like a deep root, twisting into places you don’t expect to find it and spreading itself out more and more. The dreams are first, and then the nightmares, and finally the night terrors. The skull hovers before you, its pitch, hollow eyes bore into you, the snake coiling endlessly with its fangs yawning wide.

Something about it is cold and evil, some sort of strange perversion of an ouroboros, the eternal snake broken by the skull’s mouth.

Consuming it.

“What is that?”

Your head snaps up from your parchment feeling like you’ve just been jolted awake from a deep sleep, and it takes you a second to process the sight of Tom Riddle before you, his eyes fixed attentively on the parchment strewn on top of the essay you’re supposed to be writing.

He’d caught you drawing it for the hundredth time.

“Nothing,” you say hastily, sliding it away under a book. “Just a doodle.”

Riddle’s eyes flick to yours. There’s a cold rigidity to his expression that you don’t like. It’s a coldness that feels horribly familiar.

For a moment you almost think he’s going to force you to show him, but after a long moment Riddle looks away and he’s gone, disappearing off further into the library. You exhale in relief and pull out the parchment again.

Drawing it made the thoughts go away for a bit, like manifesting the horrible thing distracted it from its need to live in your head. You lift your quill and carefully write a single word next to the skull.

Consume.

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The parchment goes missing the next day.

You never prove that he took it, never even mention it to him, but Riddle’s eyes have a cold glimmer to them when he catches your eye in Divination next, the smallest curl to his lips like he’s daring you to bring it up.

The dreams abruptly stop.

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When you see it next, it’s in a photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet beneath a terrified headline, a spectre hovering just like it had in your nightmares at school years prior. Except this time it’s real. This time it’s above the burning remains of the family home of a prominent Muggle-born politician and Voldemort’s name is a shadow on everyone’s lips.

You stare at it on the page, the snake writhing in ink, the black, hollow eyes of the skull, and you think about Tom Riddle’s cold smile watching you from across the classroom, his manufactured beauty, the boys that hung around him like flies around rotten meat.

He’s named it the Dark Mark.

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UHHHH maybe,, you could write a little thing for reki making the sk8 fam tea? and kaoru thinking hes gonna have to pretend he likes it but then "oh wait reki can actually make tea what-"

just bc this has been living in my head for awhile sdkljfs

(capt-snoozles)

It turns out I am completely incapable of writing ANYTHING short, so have a full one shot type thing, I guess. I hope it's okay that I kinda borrowed headcanons from you and @that-was-anticlimactic for Reki with TS at a couple of small moments in the fic?

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It used to be Kaoru alone who visited Kojiro’s restaurant when it was closed on Mondays. But since the start of winter break, Sia la Luce had become much livelier now that Reki, Langa, and Miya weren’t in school all day, and Shadow came when his days off lined up right. If Kaoru were being honest, it took some time to get used to the space no longer being only his and Kojiro’s, but he’d grown to like how their group came together like this.

The afternoons were the quietest part of these days. Kojiro took these opportunities to try out new recipes on them, leaving everyone contentedly full and pleasantly sleepy. Today, Langa had actually fallen asleep in the booth, and Reki sat beside Kaoru at the counter, playing with a tiny skateboard and making soft sounds like a small motor. Shadow and Miya sat at a table across the room, arguing over whether clown or cat makeup looked cooler while Kojiro finished cleaning. Kaoru let himself sink into the lull, Reki’s noises and that of the skateboard wheels on the counter an almost comforting presence beside him. And yet, one thing was missing, keeping him from truly relaxing.

“Seems like a good afternoon for tea,” Kojiro said, as if reading his mind as he appeared out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “You want me to make some?”

“Absolutely not,” Kaoru scoffed. “People who microwave their tea should be arrested.”

“There’s no way you can tell the difference,” Kojiro said, defensive. “Hot water is hot water.”

“Only an uncultured pig would believe that,” Kaoru snapped. He was about to stand, to tell Kojiro he’d make the tea himself like he always inevitably had to, when Reki all but leaped from his seat, skateboard abandoned for the moment.

“I’ll make it!” he offered, and the way his face lit up meant that Kaoru took too long to say not to bother. By the time he’d found his words, Reki had already bounded around the counter and into the kitchen, and Kojiro didn’t even try to stop him. Before Kaoru could tell Kojiro to stop him, Reki called out to Kojiro, asking about the industrial stove, and soon, Kojiro was not only allowing Reki to make the tea, but encouraging him.

Kaoru supposed this was a step up from Kojiro’s microwave technique, but if Kaoru were likely to trust anyone other than himself to make a decent cup of tea, it wouldn’t be Reki. The idea that he’d wanted his tea made well and was unlikely to receive it as such set him on edge. As he listened to the water boil and the conversation continued around him, he found himself wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger and tugging, letting it go, and repeating the process until his scalp hurt. He didn’t even notice that Langa had woken up until he appeared beside Kaoru and spoke.

“What’s Reki doing?” he asked.

“Making tea,” Kaoru said, doing his best not to appear so anxious about something so small.

Langa peered over the edge of the counter to where Kojiro and Reki were talking in the kitchen, and then turned back to Kaoru. “I like how he makes it. I never liked it before I met him.”

Kaoru hummed a halfhearted response. He doubted that Langa’s standards were very high, given that he’d grown up in Canada. He’d likely had tea often enough, given that his mother was Japanese, but Kaoru knew from experience that plenty of people even here in Okinawa had no idea how to brew a proper cup. It was about timing, knowing how hot to make the water, how long to steep the leaves, and so many people rushed the process—or worse, forgot about it and steeped too long—that Kaoru preferred to make his own.

He couldn’t help but envision Reki handing him a bitter cup, or one that tasted like little more than hot leaf juice. He grimaced at the idea of having to drink it and pretend he liked it, suffering all the while. He would have to wait until he was home later to make something better for himself.

He was still trying to think of a polite way to decline the tea he’d obviously wanted when Reki came out bearing a tray of steaming cups and began making the rounds through the restaurant. Reki handed the first one to Langa, who accepted it, smiling softly up at Reki. Langa sipped the tea immediately, only to flinch and draw it away after the first sip.

Not promising, Kaoru thought. If he’d boiled the water, it was ruined, even if it was something as simple as green tea. And yet, Langa only took another sip while Reki looked on approvingly.

“It’s good,” Langa finally proclaimed, and Reki glowed as if he’d received praise from the emperor himself. Reki moved on, handing Kaoru his cup.

“Thank you,” Kaoru said, accepting it with both hands. Fortunately, Reki moved on to Shadow and Miya without waiting for Kaoru to try it, which meant that he didn’t know Kaoru only held onto it without making a move to taste it. If nothing else, he could enjoy the warmth that crawled from his fingertips all the way to his elbows.

Neither Miya nor Shadow hesitated in drinking theirs, though Kaoru couldn’t imagine they cared much how it tasted, as long as it was hot. And yet, as he watched, the two of them looked just as pleased as Langa when they tried it.

“Oh wow, the slime makes good tea,” Miya pronounced, hugging the cup close to him like a space heater.

“Damn, this is pretty good,” Shadow said, drinking deeply and draining half the cup. “How’d you even learn to make it like this?”

Reki shrugged, taking up his own cup, the last on the tray. He set the tray down on the counter and took the empty seat beside Langa. “I dunno, I guess I just picked it up over the years. It’s kinda like making skateboards, y’know? You have to figure out how all the parts fit together, and if you do it wrong, the tea doesn’t taste right.”

Kaoru looked up at him from the murky depths of his tea, brows raised. When it came to making tea, the analogy was rather profound, and Kaoru couldn’t argue it. Reki was right—tea was about the sum of its parts, the pieces fitting together perfectly. And as with building skateboards, the person making it had to know exactly how to combine each piece to create the whole.

“That doesn’t make any sense, but whatever,” Shadow said, taking another sip. “All I care about is that it doesn’t suck.”

“How come you’ve never made us tea before?” Miya asked, eyes trained on the Switch he’d pulled from his pocket now that he’d abandoned his conversation with Shadow.

“I don’t really have the patience for it,” Reki said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s kinda like, if I don’t wanna put in the time to do it right, why bother?”

While everyone was wrapped up in conversation, Kaoru finally chanced a discreet sip. If it was as bad as he’d expected, he could school his expression appropriately while they were all distracted. Perhaps he could even get away without having to lie about how good it was. And yet, when the tea touched his tongue, he paused.

It wasn’t too hot.

It wasn’t too weak or too strong.

It wasn’t too bitter and the leaves didn’t taste as though they’d been burnt.

It was, as far as Kaoru was concerned, some of the best tea he’d had outside his own home. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to say so. He sipped it again, just to make sure he hadn’t deluded himself based on everyone else’s praise. Sure enough, it was almost more delicious the second time.

“You surprised?” Kojiro murmured at his ear, his own cup dangling from his fingertips. Kaoru jumped, nearly spilling his tea. When he turned to face him, Kojiro’s lips quirked in a smug grin, and he raised one brow meaningfully. Kaoru shot him a hard glower in return, a silent command to keep his mouth shut before Kaoru turned back to Reki.

“It’s delicious,” Kaoru said, and it wasn’t forced in the least. “I’m impressed.”

Reki, who had already immersed himself in talking to Langa, gaped at Kaoru, one of his hoodie strings falling from between his teeth. Then, he flashed a wide grin. “Glad you like it!”

“Have you ever practiced tea ceremony?” Kaoru asked, reluctantly setting his tea down on the counter.

“Nah, my parents let me try it once when I was younger, but I kept messing up the steps,” Reki said. “It’s not really fun when people get mad at you for doing it wrong.”

“I studied it for some time,” Kaoru said, remembering how the order felt comforting, how the amount of concentration it required gave his anxious mind something to focus on, how the simple yet refined aesthetic felt like clearing his head. In recent years, he didn’t have time for it with his calligraphy business, but a part of him missed it. “It’s quite a bit different from drinking tea like this, but if you wanted to, perhaps we could do a...modified version of it. Something less formal with everyone here.”

Reki’s eyes brightened, and he looked to Langa, who only seemed to share his enthusiasm. “It sounds fun, yeah! A lot better than getting yelled at by a bunch of old people because ‘tradition.’”

“I’d say so,” Kaoru said, and they devolved into talking about their favorite teas and the best ways to brew them. Kaoru couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to someone who actually understood that tea was an art even more than it was a drink. But Reki did, and when the rest of the group finally left, leaving Kaoru and Kojiro alone in the restaurant to clean up, Kojiro nudged him with an elbow.

“You didn’t think Reki could make tea like that, did you?” he said, the words teasing but too close to Kaoru’s own thoughts for comfort.

“Shut up or I’ll leave you here to wash dishes alone,” Kaoru quipped, even as he accepted the next cup to dry. “I will admit, I was pleasantly surprised.”

“I knew you would be,” Kojiro said as he dried his hands and stretched.

“Anything is better than microwaved tea,” Kaoru said. And although it was true, he couldn’t help but look forward to the next Monday, and the last before the kids started school again.

#anyway hope you like it!#i had a lot of fun with this one #i also think kojiro's flaw as a chef is microwaving tea #even though that's not exactly a chef thing really #i tried putting some renga in here #so hopefully everyone is in character because apparently i only know matchablossom #also sorry miya and shadow have like two lines #i tried including everyone but it was SUPPOSED to be short #reki kyan #kaoru sakurayashiki #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #hiromi higa #miya chinen #sk8 the infinity #sk8 fanfic #writing prompts #capt-snoozles

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