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bokutos-bimbo · 3 years

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okay but jealous! atsumu hear me out

he doesn’t wanna date you because, hello, volleyball-- but that doesn’t mean he wants you to move on. in fact, he wants you to do the opposite; he wants you to pine, and pine and pine. your unwavering pursuit makes him feel wanted; it makes him feel needed. because of this, he wants you to fall at his feet even if he never gives you the time of day. and usually, you do. you drop everything you’re doing to talk to him-- usually.

so imagine his surprise when he sees you talking to bokuto on his way out of the locker room and you only give him a wave of acknowledgment. nothing more.

there you are, by the benches, giggling with his grey-haired teammate. he's talking animatedly about something stupid, probably, and you're just laughing.

atsumu suddenly feels very hot. his ears and neck feel like they're on fire and is he jealous?

no, because he'd have to harbor romantic feelings for you to be jealous, and that definitely isn't the case.

after a few more minutes of speaking with bokuto, you excuse yourself politely and make your way over to atsumu. he pretends not to notice your approaching figure and busies himself with his duffel so you have to tap on his shoulder to get his attention. he huffs before facing you.

"what's up?"

"not much, i was just wondering if you'd like to go on a picnic with me? i have everything already set up in my car, so you'd just have to bring..." you notice his bored expression and your smile falters. "...yourself." he sighs.

"i would, but i'm actually real' busy tonight. have a buncha' things to do. plus, i'm all sweaty..." you nod, disappointed, and he feels kinda bad. he tries to offer you hope: "maybe next time."

"yeah, no worries... next time." you stand there and twiddle your thumbs for a moment. the silence is awkward.

"if that's all, i'm gonna go..." he says as if he hadn't been waiting for you to finish speaking to bokuto so you could speak to him.

"oh, yeah-" you step aside, allowing him to pass you and make his way out of the gym. "-bye, 'tsumu."

"see 'ya."

he passes bokuto, who's walking toward you again, damnit, and slows his pace in hopes of overhearing your conversation.

"hi, kou."

the nickname makes atsumu's ears burn again.

"hey! what's up?" he grabs his duffel, wiping his sweat away with a rag.

"oh, nothing. i was just about to head out."

"me, too! want me to walk you to your car?"

"sure." your smile is small and you begin to leave with him by your side. neither of you says anything for a minute. it’s surprising, considering you're both chatterboxes. then, you open your mouth, blushing. "do you wanna go on a picnic with me?"

bokuto turns to look at you with wide eyes, and you instantly regret asking. why would you ask that? wasn't getting rejected once today enough? "or not, you don't have to go with me- i had just- i packed one and was gonna go after practice but my friend bailed-"

yeah, okay, atsumu thinks. your friend bailed.

"are you kidding? i'd love to! what are we gonna eat?"

atsumu rolls his eyes as you describe to koutarou what you made for the picnic and decides to quicken his pace.

when he reaches his car, he opens the trunk and throws his bag in, sighing. just as he’s about to close the trunk, he notices something pink hiding under some dirty shorts. he reaches for it and quickly finds that it’s one of your water bottles. he’s confused for a second, but then he remembers when you lent it to him-- he’d finally replied to your texts in the middle of a break during practice, only to tell you that he was thirsty and then go back to ignoring you.

he hadn’t imagined that you’d get into your little car and drive on over, and he hadn’t imagined that you’d bring a small pack of gatorades and a bottle of water with you. you gave him a small wave when he saw you and held up the stuff you’d brought. initially, he was very embarrassed that you’d brought him a pink bottle--that you’d brought him anything-- quickly setting it under the bench and hiding it with the gatorades as you left, but now all he felt was guilt. the boys teased him mercilessly for what felt like hours--how could he not be embarrassed?

shaking his head, he’s about to toss the bottle back into his trunk until he hears your laugh, accompanied by bokuto’s. again. it makes him grimace as he shuts his trunk door before coming face-to-face with you and your kou. you look a little startled to see him still around.

"oh, hi, atsumu." your voice is soft, laced with a bit of worry.

"hey." his voice is curt as he nods at you. "what're you guys up to?"

bokuto doesn’t seem to sense the animosity atsumu feels toward you, bless him. “we’re just about to go on a picnic! doesn’t that sound fun?”

“yeah,” atsumu can’t help the way his teeth grind together or the way his jaw clenches. he knows he’s being an asshole-- hello, he didn’t want to go on a picnic with you in the first place-- but he doesn’t like the thought of you taking koutarou on a date instead. it was messing with his self-esteem. “sounds real’ fun.”

“you should come with us, then! the more, the merrier!” bokuto says with bright eyes. it makes you choke on your spit and you shake your head at bokuto.

“kou, no; atsumu is busy today,” you say to bo with your brows furrowed, and atsumu can’t help but notice how pretty you look. had you always looked so pretty? “right?”

he clears his throat as his eyes snap back to yours. “i-uh,” he shoves his hands in his pockets. for whatever reason, he wants to go back on his lie. “ 'm actually doin’ somethin’ later.” he says, and you let out a small breath. were you relieved? “i’ll catch up with y’all later, though, okay?”

“sounds good!” bokuto chirps as you nod, and he gets into his car to avoid speaking anymore. he watches you get into bokuto’s car and drive off, feeling angry. why was he even mad? he didn’t like you-- that was something he was sure of. he couldn’t like you. you were annoying, with your constant “good morning!” and “goodnight:)” texts and your unsolicited reassurance-- in fact, he couldn’t stand you, so why was he so mad? he let out a frustrated exhale, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

it’s fine, i’m fine, he thinks to himself, then lets his head fall into the steering wheel.

it’s fine.

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bay-did-nothing-wrong · 3 years

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Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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“Forget Something?”

Angel Reyes x Reader

Request by @thesandbeneathmytoes: Angels girl wants a kiss before he leaves and he’s like you always make me late mami but ok, because he can’t resist her, but then in another scene she’s running out of the clubhouse to get somewhere and gives EZ a kiss on the cheek but then the person in the car is like let’s go YN so she runs out the door and forgets to kiss angel and then gets hole that night and he’s like, cutely salty about it?

Warnings: language, Angel being super cute

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I love writing needy and salty Angel haha. He’s too cute. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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You woke up to the sound of Angel fumbling around the room. You slowly opened your eyes to see him hurriedly pulling on clothes. He heard you stirring and softly told you to go back to sleep.

“Where you going so early?” your voice was raspy with sleep.

“Last-minute club shit. Sorry, querida. I’ll text you later but I gotta run,” he was sliding his kutte on as he walked towards the bedroom door.

“Angel,” you called quietly after him.

He paused, turning back to look at you, “Yea?”

“Gimme a kiss before you go.”

He chuckled, not able to tell you no. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he called back to you as he left the room.

It wasn’t ever intentional that he would try to leave without giving you a kiss goodbye, but it still happened. You guilted him about it every time, and he never made it out the door without fixing his mistake.

He met up with you for lunch the following week. It was a bit of a rare occurrence, so you soaked it all up while you could. The two of you sat across from each other in the small café by your job, looking like a bit of an odd couple to the people filtering in and out, but you didn’t care. The two of you were so wrapped up in your own conversation that you hardly even noticed.

Both of you lost track of time. It wasn’t a huge deal if you took a long lunch, but Angel’s work had more pressing matters. The only thing that clued him into the fact that he was running late at all was the sound of his phone going off, Bishop’s name lighting up the screen.

“Shit,” he shot up, “I’m late.”

You laughed, waving him off, “Go ahead, I got this. Next lunch is on you.”

“Thank you. Sorry to bail. I love you,” he started to quickly make his way to the door.

You weren’t above calling him out in public, “Baby!” you waited for him to turn around, “Forget something?”

He huffed, “I’m late, Mami. Bish is gonna—”

You cut him off with a smile, “If you’re already late, a couple extra seconds won’t make a difference.”

He rolled his eyes but you could see that he was trying not to smile as he walked back, kissing you hard on the lips, “Pain in my ass,” he chuckled as he pulled his lips off of yours.

“But you love me,” you called after him. You could hear his laughter as he walked out of the café. You smiled and shook your head as you paid the check and headed back to your job.

You had gone to the clubhouse with Angel in the afternoon the next Saturday while things were still quiet. You weren’t going to be able to stay too late that night, having already made plans with a few friends from work to go out for drinks. Angel didn’t mind, glad that you were making time to see your friends, but he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t like the fact that you still made time for him and the guys.

It was mostly just the guys from the MC that were at the clubhouse at that point. The bartender and a couple of the usual girls were there as well, milling about, but for the most part it was pretty dead. You were sitting at the bar with Angel and EZ, listening to them banter back and forth as you sipped on a beer with a smile on your face.

“Alright, let’s go,” Bishop walked into the clubhouse, making his way straight for the door to Templo, “Let’s get this done.”

EZ and Angel both hopped up off of their stools to follow the rest of the guys to the table. You cleared your throat a little louder than necessary, causing them both to turn around and look at you. You locked eyes with Angel, not saying anything as you tapped a finger lightly against your lips.

He laughed, “I’m not even goin’ anywhere—I’ll be on the other side of the door.” When he saw the look on your face, and realized that you weren’t going to budge on it, he laughed again and stepped back to you, kissing you on the lips, “So needy. I love you, though.”

You laughed and nudged him back towards the door to Templo. EZ was shaking his head, unable to believe that his brother was such putty in your hands. Just to bother Angel a little bit, he stepped towards you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you too, by the way,” he chuckled.

You shook your head laughed, “And I love you both.”

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, and slowly but surely more and more people started showing up to the clubhouse in search of a good time. The music got louder, more and more beer bottles started to accumulate around you, and the clubhouse began to get shrouded in a slightly smoky haze.

You’d lost Angel to a game of pool a while ago, knowing that once he got into it with Coco there wasn’t much else that he was concerned about. That was fine with you, loving how competitive they all got. Their banter could be heard over the rest of the hustle and bustle of the clubhouse, and it was like free entertainment for everyone else that was there.

EZ had slipped out onto the deck to get some fresh air, and you decided to follow suit. The two of you were sitting across the table from each other, each nursing your own beer. You got wrapped up in your conversation with him, appreciating his subtle humor as the two of you went back and forth. Neither of you noticed that Angel and Coco had appeared out on the deck as well, having stepped out for a smoke when they were kicked away from the pool table. Angel didn’t interrupt the two of you, liking how well the two of you got along together.

You were mid-sentence when your phone started buzzing on the table. You glanced down, eyes widening when you saw how late it was getting. You answered the call, standing up as you did so, “Yea? I’m walking out now give me like twenty seconds. Alright,” you laughed, “See you in a sec, bye.”

“Gotta run?” EZ chuckled as you hastily shoved your phone into your pocket.

“Yea. Stupid plans,” you laughed. You walked around the table, giving him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek as you said goodbye. Before you could head inside to say goodbye to anyone else you heard the sound of your friend’s car horn. You shook your head as you took off down the steps and made your way off the compound to meet up with you friend.

Angel watched you take off, chuckling to himself as you left the clubhouse in the dust. He looked over to EZ, smiling and shaking his head, “How the fuck she gonna kiss you goodbye and not me?”

EZ laughed, taking a swig of his beer, “Can’t say that she doesn’t have her priorities in order.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Angel laughed. He walked over and sat with his brother, “I never woulda gotten away with that shit.”

“Yea, ‘cause you’re soft,” Coco piped up with a snicker as he sat down at the table as well, “She’s got you trained real well.”

You got home late that night, expecting Angel to already be in bed fast asleep. You quietly crept through the door, taking your shoes off so they wouldn’t clack against the hardwood as you made your way through the house. He left the kitchen light on for you, and had set out a bottle of water and a couple aspirin, not knowing exactly how your night was going to be. You smiled at the gesture, opting to take the medicine just in case, not that things had really gotten all that crazy for you.

You slipped into the bedroom, trying your hardest not to make any noise as you took off your jeans and top. As you went to crawl into bed, Angel spoke up softly.

“You have a good night, querida?”

You smiled, sliding so you were up against his back, spooning him, “I did. You?”

“It was alright.”

You could sense that there was something just a little bit off in his tone and you pulled back a little to see if he was going to turn around and face you, “What’s up?”

He kept his back to you but you could hear a tinge of humor under the annoyance in his voice, “Nah, nothin’. I just think it’s funny how you get to leave whenever you want, but I gotta check off a whole list before I leave anywhere.”

You chuckled, “Angel, what are you talking about?”

“EZ got a kiss goodbye but I didn’t? The fuck is that about?” he was trying to keep his tone serious but you could tell that he was slipping.

You laughed, “Oh my god,” you pulled on his shoulder in an attempt to get him to turn around and face you, but he was stronger. You couldn’t stop your laughter as you clumsily climbed over him so you could get on the other side of him, leaving him no choice but to face you. He tried to turn away from you, but you cupped his face in your hands, “My poor Angelito,” you brushed your nose against his, “Did I leave without giving you a kiss goodbye?”

He finally looked you in the eyes, “Maybe.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to. I was just in a bit of a rush.”

“Not enough of a rush to skip over EZ.”

You laughed, “Why do I feel like that’s what this is really about?”

He began to smile but caught himself, trying to force himself to keep his false, annoyed expression, “I just don’t get how you could forget your man, that’s all.”

“I could never forget you, oh my goodness,” you loved how dramatic he was, “You almost leave without giving me a kiss goodbye all the time.”

“But I don’t.”

“Yea, ‘cause I speak up and make sure you don’t. You shoulda said something,” you giggled.

“How is this still my fault somehow?” he finally broke and laughed.

You started to cover his entire face in kisses—his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, beard, everything. He was laughing, trying to contain you and failing. You pulled away for a moment, both of you catching your breath from laughing. You lightly trailed your fingers through his hair and he tilted his head up into your touch with a soft smile.

“You know I love you, right?” you asked with a soft giggled.

He nodded, smiling, “I know. I love you too,” he paused, smirking, “Even if you’d rather kiss EZ than me.”

You playfully slapped his chest, “Shut up you know that’s not tr—”

He didn’t let you finish your sentence. He pulled you into another kiss, this one slow and calculated. You hummed in approval, allowing him to squeeze your body tight against his. His hands ran up and down your back, leaving warm trails in their wake. He finally pulled his lips off of yours and you could see the smile on his face even in the darkness of the room.

“You done being mad at me?” you asked with a laugh.

“For now,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek.

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astonmartinii · 3 years

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lemonade and star-crossed lovers, p1 (JJ Maybank)

Warnings: none yet, swearing? all core characters are aged up to 18, Rafe is 21.

JJ Maybank x kook!reader (super super slow burn) (this will hopefully be a series)

WC: 4.0k

Growing up, Y/N always heard jokes about how the eldest daughter was just the mum in a different font. She never used to believe it, but that was when she had present and dedicated parents. Now, it just seemed that with every addition to the Miller family, the less interested Kevin and Julie Miller became.

So here Y/N was, practically a mother to her three younger siblings.

Dylan is only a year younger than Y/N but is no less of a hassle, especially when his useless friends decide to crash at their place. But considering they had the most hectic house of Dylan’s friendship group, the Miller household was usually the last option.

Then there’s Anderson, he’s in his rebellious phase currently, getting to that point where he’s figured out that acting out could maybe get the attention of his parents. Though Y/N wasn’t sure how well his plans were working out.

Peach is the youngest and practically attached to Y/N’s hip. To an untrained eye, Y/N often looked like a teen mum as she took Peach with her to the grocery shopping. In fact, Y/N was sure that if the kooks in Figure Eight didn’t know her family, they’d sneer at her with the same ignorance that clouded their entire lives.

Y/N woke up glad - it’s the last day of school. Summer break looms. The idea of boneyard keggers and hot (but equally clueless) tourons, excited the girl. But she knew her summer reality would be looking after Peach, bailing Anderson out of jail and swatting away the affections of Dylan’s stupid friends.

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Dylan is already awake when Y/N comes knocking, taking extra close care to his hair.

“Oh, you’re up,” Y/N said, moving to ruffle his hair and grab the empty plate on his bedside cabinet.

“Jesus, fuck Y/N, was that really necessary?”

“Hey maybe if you spent more time on assignments than your hair you wouldn’t have to take so many summer classes - oh yeah, mum might not remember, but I do, and you will be going.”

“But it’s summer, surely it’s a violation to my human rights to go to school.”

“I’m sure you’ll survive, and maybe when you finally pass this year, you’ll thank me. Breakfast in 10.”

Dylan just flips his sister off, going back to admiring himself in the mirror.

Y/N next goes to Peach’s room to find her awake and rummaging through her draws.

“Hey, princess, what are you thinking for the last day? Third grade finished already, you’ll be my age soon, wheeling me into the retirement home.”

Peach erupts into giggles, pulling out a little pink summer dress and grabbing her pink sandals to complete the ensemble.

“All pink, we love. Breakfast in 10, alright, don’t want you to be late for the last day.”

Anderson’s room is last, Y/N doesn’t bother knocking on her parent’s door. Kevin is probably already down on Judy - his beloved boat. The room is typical of a 14 year old boy, it stunk, his weed paraphernalia was badly hidden and there was a lump of pillows under the cover instead of a boy.

Shrugging, Y/N picked up the dirty mugs in his room and moved downstairs. She’d been awake nearly an hour now but was still unsure of what to make for breakfast. Opening the fridge gave her the only possible answer, leftover pizza from the previous night and maybe a porridge pot, though considering there were only two siblings to account for, it would do.

Dylan and Peach joined her in the kitchen shortly after, each taking a slice or two of pizza.

“No Anderson and pizza for breakfast? Watch out, we'll be calling CPS as soon as we’re outside.“

“You don’t know where the bug is? Why does that boy insist on giving me early onset cardiac issues?”

“Don’t take it too to heart, I’m sure he’ll turn up by the second period.”

“Okay, go to school now. Dylan, are you okay to drop Peach off, I’ll pick her up.”

Dylan nods and ushers the youngest out of the door and to his car. Y/N lets out a sigh when she sees them leave the driveway and makes her way to the back door. Through the sliding door she can see her dad, Kevin on Judy instructing John B, the kid who worked on the boat, what to do. Y/N puts two slices of pizza on a plate and grabs an apple and ventures out to the dock.

“Morning Y/N.”

“Morning, John B, can I interest you in an apple? It’s all we have I’m afraid.”

“No worries, any breakfast is breakfast when you’re a pogue.”

“Oh John B, you know I don’t believe in all that sub-par class warfare bullshit.”

“Of course you don’t, but that’s very easy to say when you’re on the other side.”

“Touche.”

Y/N doesn’t say anymore, but moves to give her dad his breakfast. She liked John B and hoped he didn’t see her like the other kooks. Sure Rafe Cameron frequented her house, but she’s nothing like him.

“Thanks, squirt.”

Despite the nickname, Kevin was absent as ever, not moving to look at her.

“You’re children are off to school, don’t worry.”

Silence.

“Oh thank you Y/N, I really don’t know what we’d do without you! You’re such a gem, you’re really unappreciated and we don’t deserve you! Thanks dad, I really needed to hear that. Are you coming later?”

“Where?” Kevin grunted, with pizza in his mouth.

“My graduation? Did you forget that was today?”

The awkward silence was enough of an answer for Y/N.

“Sorry squirt, I promised to go to the mainland to pick something up for your mother.”

With that, Y/N stormed off Judy, towards the house and into her room. When she sat down on her bed she could think about what just happened. She knew her parents didn’t care about her, but missing their first child’s graduation for a small errand to the mainland?

Now that the house was quiet again, she could get ready - she was graduating today and as valedictorian she wants to look her best. Julie, her mum, is in Washington on some mysterious job venture, Y/N wasn’t told until she came down in the morning a few days ago and saw Julie with her suitcases. She guessed that one positive of her parents’ absenteeism is her ability to steal Julie’s expensive jewelry to wear.

Y/N looked in the mirror, she did clean up nice when she wanted to. Her lengthy hair is in a half-up, half-down style, with minimal makeup and a red knee-length dress. The dress hugged her figure and complemented her graduation gown perfectly. Too bad none of her family would be there to see it. She knew deep down that Peach and Dylan would’ve attended if possible, and Anderson would maybe even make an appearance, especially if there was food involved.

Y/N put her matching red heels on and grabbed her cap from her closet. After one final look in the mirror and putting her printed speech into her bag, the young girl made her way down the stairs.

To her surprise, none other than John B sat in her kitchen drinking a glass of water.

“You clean up nice kook,” said John B, a smug smirk on his face.

“Thank you, John. Don’t you have graduation today?”

“Eh, yeah. I’m just going for the food though, school isn’t really my thing…” John B looked closer at her cap. “I’m practically the opposite to you Miss Valedictorian”.

“Hmm, well at least someone in this house noticed, thank you John B. I’m going now, I didn’t notice your van out front, you need a lift to yours?”

“Is that really on your way, wouldn’t want Miss Valedictorian to be late to her own event, you got a speech ready?”

“I do as a matter of fact, but I want to be just on time, minimise the time people have to ask about the whereabouts of my parents. So, do you want a lift or not?”

“Sure thing, Miss Valedictorian.”

Y/N doesn’t acknowledge the nickname, but secretly loved it, it was a joke, but at least someone was appreciating her achievements. Peach would, she knows, but she’s not really at the point of understanding what it means and the others really are wildcards.

She led John B out to her small car, a baby blue Beetle. The boy smiled at her choice in car,

“I’m sure that a kook like you could afford better than this.”

“Don’t insult Shelby in her presence, weren’t you ever taught manners? Now get it and give me directions.”

The drive was fun, not that John B would tell Y/N that. He enjoyed her music choice, Mac Miller blasting from her speakers and the windows were fully rolled down, damned be her hair.

Y/N neared the chateau and came to a stop. There were a few people sitting on the porch, looking over in confusion.

“Yo, what’s with the kook-mobile, John B?” The blonde yelled from his seat on the beaten-up couch.

When John B only turned to Y/N to say thank you, the interest peaked on the porch. The little gang of pogues moved towards the car.

“John B, I didn’t realise your job came with a taxi service, why did I have to drop you off this morning?” The blonde, once again.

“Lay off JJ, this is Y/N Miller, she’s the daughter of Kevin, the guy whose boat I work on. She’s on her way to her graduation and offered me a lift.”

“Since when are kook graduations on the Cut?” The other boy interjected.

Y/N decided to speak up, “if I knew an act of kindness would cause so much strife, I’ll just let you walk home next time. Now, I do have somewhere to be, so it was nice to see you, John B. I'm sure I’ll see you again this week.”

“Bye Miss Valedictorian, good luck with your speech,” John B said, getting out of Shelby.

“You’re the valedictorian?” Kiara finally spoke, face shocked.

“Yeah, surprising what happens when you show up for school right?” Y/N snapped, angrier than she intended.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I guess I thought that maybe Sarah would get it, especially if Ward has anything to do with it.” Kiara grimaced, she didn’t mean to offend the Miller girl.

“You can’t buy the valedictorian title, well I’m sure you could, but not to flex, but my grades were miles better. If we’re being really ironic though, Ward technically does pay for the valedictorian,” Y/N said with a smile, not meaning to brandish her academic success in their faces.

A chorus of “huhs?” from the pogues surrounding her car told Y/N that they weren’t catching her drift.

“I’m Ward Cameron’s assistant. Sorry, I didn’t make that very clear.”

“You have a job, but you’re a kook?” the blonde, JJ, said.

“Yes, blondie, some of us do have to look out for ourselves, didn’t your parents tell you not to judge a book by its cover. I’ll see you around. Bye John B.”

Y/N backed out of the road, heading back to Figure Eight, with her graduation starting in 10 minutes, she had massively overstayed her welcome at John B’s. If she weren’t so busy, Y/N always thought she’d like to be friends with John B and his crew, they had an unmistakable family bond that Y/N craved. She loves her siblings but they are still grappling with the idea of give and take, mainly fixating on the taking aspect.

Y/N pulled up to school, and took out her phone, dropping a text to Anderson pleading with him to at least make it to two classes today. Even with her phone safely away in her bag, Y/N couldn’t quite bring herself to get out of the car. Happy families surrounded her everywhere she looked, she couldn’t handle the stares when she walks in alone. Well, it’s now or never she says to herself.

Walking isn’t as bad as she suspects, Mr Morgan, her English teacher, meets her at the door and takes her to her seat, explaining the mechanisms of the ceremony and when she’ll make her speech.

The hall, however, is the reminder that Y/N was dreading. The two seats she had booked for her parents sat empty, standing out like a sore thumb in the packed hall. She made her way to the student section with her head down. However, before Y/N could sit she was apprehended by an excitable Sarah Cameron.

“Y/N! Hi! I heard you’re valedictorian, well done! I don’t know how you managed, with all the work and your siblings, you really are amazing.”

“Thanks, Sarah.”

The words sting, despite their pure intentions. She’s a kook, she shouldn’t have to work, and she should have parents who care for her and her siblings, but some things just aren’t meant to be, clearly. Y/N sat in her assigned seat and willed the ceremony to go fast, though she wasn’t looking too forward to her speech. The diversion to the chateau meant that Y/N had no time to look over it again.

The ceremony started and the hall quietened down. Principal Stoney started her opening speech, basking in the spotlight when the hall door bursts open and interrupts. In the doorway stands Anderson. His hair is disheveled and the clothes are torn, probably from the nightly activities with the skateboard he held in his hand. The boy scanned the hall, eyes falling on the empty seats with the name Miller and then Y/N herself. He gives her a small wave and pushes past the Figure Eights families to the seats.

Principal Stoney just restarts, a slight bewildered look on her face.

When it was time for her speech, Y/N didn’t even feel real, like she floated to the stage and was possessed. Her speech went well from what she could gather, Mr Morgan gave her a thumbs up and Anderson hollered, much to the dismay of the families around him. But he was even worse when she received her diploma.

As families spilled onto the field for fancy food and photo opportunities, Y/N wrangled Anderson to the side before he could raid the food stalls.

“Anderson, what the fuck? First you didn't come home last night and then crash my graduation?”

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night, me and the boys got carried away skating and I crashed on Oscar’s couch. I’m sorry, I should’ve called. And as for now, you think I’m going to let my smart-ass VALEDICTORIAN sister graduate without anyone being here to holler? You’re dead wrong.”

The sentiment fills Y/N’s heart with joy and tears threaten to spill. Anderson’s never been good with feelings, it was nice to know that he did care.

“Mum and dad can go fuck themselves, if they don’t see how great you are then they’re blind.”

“Thanks, bug. It means a lot. Now don’t eat too much, people are probably already annoyed that you’re here.”

Anderson shrugs, he couldn’t care less what they thought, he was here to eat and show off his sister.

“Congratulations Y/N!”

The voice of Y/N’s boss, Ward Cameron, was easily identifiable. Y/N puts on her confident face and turns to see the whole Cameron brigade, minus Wheezie.

“Thank you, Mr Cameron.”

“You know, I just don’t know how you get it done, working for us and dealing with your siblings…” Rose says, the last part fading out as she watches Anderson walk back to his sister with his arms piled high with fancy horderves.

“It’s tough, yeah, but what wouldn’t you do for your family?”

“Of course, of course, sorry for any implications, where is the old man, I know Julie is off on business, but Kevin has to be proud, I didn’t see him in the hall?” Ward’s voice feigned sincerity, but the Miller siblings saw right through it. Before Anderson could respond, Y/N replied.

“Dad is also doing business on the mainland, at the last minute. He’s devastated, really,” it's not convincing, even to her. Y/N can tell she hasn’t convinced the Camerons either. Sarah gives her a sad look, Rose attempts to mirror her step-daughter but fails, Ward looks slightly smug, like he’s trying to hide it but Rafe doesn’t even try to hide it like his dad, a massive smirk on his face.

“What are your plans for the summer Miller?” Y/N is surprised when it’s Rafe who asks the question.

“Well, I’ll be working for your dad, if he’ll have me, I still have my volleyball coaching in the tourist season and there’s never a dull moment with these around,” Y/N puts her arm around Anderson.

Looking for a quick exit, she looks at her watch.

“Oh, if we go now, you can still catch your last two periods. Kids, am I right?” She gestures at Rose and Ward, “we’ll be off now, I’ll see you next week?”

The Camerons nod as Y/N pulls Anderson away and towards the car park. But before they can fully escape, they’re stopped by Mr Morgan.

“You think you can leave without a photo and a proper goodbye, I didn’t think you were that kind of girl, Miller.”

“Of course not, Mr Morgan, here,” she hands Anderson her phone, “take a picture please.”

Anderson does so, taking about 50 at once.

“Okay, okay, let's get one of you two, you can’t not have a proper graduation picture, especially not when you’re valedictorian.”

Mr Morgan takes the phone and smiles at the siblings. When the impromptu photoshoot ends, Y/N is glad, despite it pushing back her escape.

“Y/N, on a serious note, you are always welcome in my classroom, you’ve been a pleasure, and don’t tell anyone, but you were my favourite. And you, I hope you’ll be just as good next year sir,” he says turning to Anderson, “although considering you’re here and not in class doesn’t bode well.”

“Thank you, sir, really. But you are completely right, and that’s why we’re bouncing now, so he can get two at least two periods.”

Mr Morgan smiles at the two when they start to run to the car. He’s always felt sad for the eldest Miller, and her parents absence did not go unnoticed.

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“I’ll see you later, I know you guys will probably crash a kegger, but at least come home before you go?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, who knows maybe I’ll see you there?”

Anderson laughs and gets out of the car, he knows his sister won’t especially when Peach will be home. Y/N watches him go into the building and stays a couple minutes to make sure he doesn’t sneak back out when he thinks she’s gone.

But Y/N barely gets time to breathe, as she’s down to the elementary school to pick up Peach. The girl in all pink is waiting with a gaggle of friends and shrieks when she sees the blue car.

“Y/N! Y/N! I got the “most improved” in drama!”

Y/N opens the door and picks up Peach, spinning her round and congratulating her.

“Well done, bubs. This calls for a celebration, it’s the first day of summer and the boys won’t be out for another couple of hours - what do you want to do?”

Peach doesn’t even need a second to think.

“Lemonade stand!”

Huh? Y/N was prepared for an answer closer to maybe a princess party or surfing lessons, but a lemonade stand?

“Are you sure?”

“You said we could do whatever I want!”

“Okay, okay, let’s go then we’ve got a lot to do.”

Satisfied with getting her way, Peach got in the car and demanded that the next stop was the craft store.

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The next 90 minutes were gruelling. Peach spared no expense, Y/N was lucky that she still had the credit card Julie gave her. But she knew it would all be worth it. And it was.

Peach chose a spot right in the middle of the beach and the stall was already making a profit. Y/N knew kooks just couldn’t resist the temptation to look good and what was better than giving a generous tip to a child’s lemonade stand?

But with a successful kook-trap came the kook assholes. Namely Rafe, Topper and Kelce.

“Three lemonades please. Apricot, right?” Rafe said with a smirk.

“You know it’s Peach asshole.”

“That’s a bad word, Y/N,” Peach mumbled, clearly upset about being called apricot of all things.

“Yeah that’s a bad word, Miller, you should listen to Apricot a little more.”

“Maybe, you should listen to your college professors, oh wait, you dropped out, my bad, must be a bit of an open wound judging by the look on your face. I bet daddy wasn’t impressed.”

“Excuse me, you bitch, how dare you talk to me like that.”

“Run along, lap dog, we don’t need your money.”

Rafe goes to say something but Topper and Kelce hold him back.

“Bro, don’t get it shit with your pops over a fucking lemonade,” Topper warned.

With a final “fuck off”, Rafe Cameron stalked away to his car, his gang of cowards following, but not without Topper placing a crisp $20 bill in the tip jar. Peach mumbled and thank you and Y/N just nodded to Topper, too tired to say anything more.

And if her afternoon couldn’t get any worse, the prickly blonde from this morning strolled over to the stand.

“I’ll have four lemonades please.”

Peach gasped and accepted his money right away, getting to work on the drinks.

“I’ve seen many a kook-trap in my time, Miller, but not many operated by Kooks themselves. Impressive ingenuity.”

“Thanks - JJ, was it? Peach here won “most improved” in her drama class and this is what she wanted to do in celebration”

“Cute, Miller, didn’t take you as a softy earlier.”

Peach announces that she’s finished with the pogue’s drinks, he puts another $5 in the tip jar and grabs the drinks.

“Miller, there’s a kegger at the boneyard tonight, wanna come? I’m sure at least one of your brothers will crash.”

“Sorry JJ, someone’s gotta look after the little one, maybe another time, if you can stand being around a kook for that long.”

“I think I can make an exception, especially if they look like you Miller,” he winks, “boneyard tonight, if you change your mind.”

Y/N blushed, but she knew she couldn’t, she couldn’t leave a nine year old at home, even if Kevin was there, there was no guarantee that Peach would be fed and given adequate attention.

“He’s pretty, you should go.”

“Peach, honey, you know I can’t, I can’t leave you at home.”

“But I could go to Jenny’s, she’s having a sleepover tonight, I forgot to ask earlier, I got too excited about the lemonade stand.”

“Okay, you can go to Jenny’s, but promise not too much candy?”

“Only if you promise to go with him tonight.”

Peach was proving to be just as mischievous as her brothers.

“Okay fine.”

“Go tell him then.”

“Huh?”

“I won’t believe you unless you go tell him now that you'll be there!”

Y/N groans, but gets up to follow the blonde. As she nears, she shouts,

“Hey JJ! I’ll be there tonight, at the boneyard, I’ll be there.”

“Didn’t take too long for you to change your mind then, am I just that irresistible?”

“No? What? Of course not! It’s just Peach - she’s a master manipulator, and she’s only nine!”

“Sure, Miller, if that’s what you want me to believe, I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

Y/N turned, she should cringe, but she finds herself blushing as she walks back to Peach.

“Don’t say anything, missy, you’ve done enough, let’s pack up and get you ready for Jenny’s. You young ones are such troublemakers, damn.”

A/N: I am not American, so I hope that the graduation stuff makes sense, from someone who has no real clue what happens there lol

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #obx imagine #outerbanks imagine #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #ward cameron #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x reader

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told you so

yangyang x reader, fluff

summary: you like yangyang and ten tries to convince you that he likes you back.

a/n: soooo sorry that it’s been so long LOLLL but hopefully i’ll get back into writing now that it’s summer ^^

“give me one reason why i should believe you.”

ten frowned at you. “what? you don’t trust me?”

“of course i trust you, but how do you know for sure? i don’t want to risk it.” you slapped ten gently on the shoulder when he continued to frown at you. “don’t look at me like that, it’s not going to help your case.”

ten erased the frown from his face and rolled his eyes, flipping onto his back with a loud groan. “my two babies like each other and are too stupid to realize it. you guys drive me nuts.”

you laughed and threw a pillow at him. “shut up. and we’re not your babies. i’m not your cat, weirdo.”

***

both you and yangyang were busy college students, but even then you two always made time for each other. whether that was rushed lunches in the quad, or childhood movies at each others dorms at 2 am. you considered him your closest friend, and he considered you his own. you basically already acted like a couple, the only thing that was missing was the label (and kisses, of course).

ten wasn’t sure if the two of you were scared, oblivious, or stupid, so he settled with assuming that you were all three. even mark could see that you two liked each other, and he was slow to pick up on things.

when ten decided that convincing you wasn’t going to work, he turned his attention back to yangyang. yangyang held a bit more confidence than you did, but ten knew it would diminish the moment he found out there was the slightest chance that you liked him back.

it made ten want to slam his head into a wall.

“yangyang, why would i lie to you? do you think i want to see you humiliate yourself?” ten sighed, clearly very frustrated.

yangyang shrugged. “i mean, i wouldn’t be surprised.” at this, ten rolled his eyes. “but seriously there’s, like, no way y/n likes me back. she probably likes mark, or something, and you’re trying to fool me.”

ten took hold of yangyang’s shoulders and stared him dead in the eyes. “if i’m wrong about this i’ll buy you food for a week.”

yangyang drew back from ten and raised a brow, saying, “either you’re serious or way too into a prank, dude.”

ten hung his head in exhaustion, sighing. “oh my god, i can’t stand this anymore. forget my deal, you’re stupid.”

yangyang pouted as ten walked away, slightly offended by his comment. “rude,” he grumbled under his breath.

***

yangyang bounced his knee up and down, his gaze continuously flickering back and forth between the clock on the wall and his paper. the two of you had planned to have lunch together since you hadn’t been able to hangout for the past few days, and yangyang was insistent on being on time. he wasn’t sure why, but his hands seemed to be sweatier than usual and his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the thought of seeing you again.

he shook his head as if to get himself to stop thinking about you, mumbling to himself, “god, what is wrong with me?”

he nearly jumped out of his skin when a mutual friend of his, jaemin, tapped on his shoulder. jaemin stared at him in amusement and took a small step back. “my bad, didn’t mean to scare you. you okay?”

yangyang chuckled awkwardly and said, “yeah, sorry, i just spaced out. what’s up?”

jaemin leaned on the desk in front of yangyang casually. “you’re friends with y/n, right?”

yangyang tensed at his question, fearing where this conversation was going. “uh, yeah, why?”

“do you think you could get me her number?”

yangyang blinked at him before quickly clearing his throat, realizing he had been staring like an idiot. “...can’t you, like, get it from her yourself?”

the corners of jaemin’s lips curled up into a small smile. he shrugged, saying, “i could, but asking you saves me the trouble.”

yangyang sat there stumbling over his own words before directing his attention to his classmates leaving the classroom. using this as his chance to escape, yangyang stood abruptly.

“i’ll get back to you on that...eventually. i got to go, so...bye!” yangyang said to jaemin, flashing him a fake smile before dashing out of the room.

yangyang couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the thought of jaemin having a crush on you, but he tried his best to convince himself that wasn’t the case. whether it was because he was nervous or because he didn’t want to be late, yangyang picked up his pace and sent you a text telling you that he was on his way.

you sat patiently on the grass under a tree that you and yangyang had unofficially called your “spot”, jumping when yangyang fell into the spot next to you. he was panting slightly, but still had a bright smile on his face.

“did you run? why are you out of breath?” you asked while laughing at how he tried fixing his hair.

“didn’t want to keep you waiting, i guess,” yangyang huffed out. your cheeks warmed up at the comment, making you look down in embarrassment. to distract yangyang from seeing your flushed expression, you turned to grab the food from your bag.

just like any other time that you two would have lunch together, you cracked jokes and took stupid pictures, enjoying each other’s company for as long as you could. moments like these made you forget that you and yangyang were just friends, which meant that the reality check at the end of the day hurt a lot more.

“hey, do you know jaemin?” yangyang asked suddenly.

“na jaemin?” you nodded at yangyang and said, “yeah, he might be in a class or two of mine. why?”

“just curious. what do you think of him? is he, like, cool or anything?” yangyang asked nervously. he turned away and mentally slapped himself. you sound so stupid right now.

to his relief, you replied, “i don’t know him very well, so i wouldn’t know. he seems quiet.”

yangyang hummed in reply. you chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “what? you got a crush on him?”

yangyang rolled his eyes playfully and scoffed. “oh, shut up.”

you laughed before checking your phone and sighing. “shit, i gotta get going. sorry to cut it short, yang.”

yangyang waved you off and stood up, offering you a hand to pull you up which you gratefully took. “no worries, i’m glad we got to do this today.” he almost melted when you shot him a smile.

“me too. see you later, okay?” you waved him goodbye as you walked away.

yangyang sighed and shook his head as soon as you left, the thought of you and jaemin refusing to leave his mind. he grumbled to himself, “grow a pair and confess, yangyang, come on.”

***

“well, now i’m sure he doesn’t like me, ten,” you said into your phone as you laid on your bed, facing your ceiling.

“what? why?” ten’s voice rang throughout your small dorm room.

“he kept asking me about na jaemin, i think he’s trying to set me up with him, or something.” you frowned at the thought.

“no! he is definitely not trying to do that.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “how would you know?”

“because i told jaemin to ask him for your number. i thought that yangyang would stop being a pussy and confess but i can tell that didn’t go as planned,” ten said. you could almost hear his sheepish smile.

had ten been here, you would’ve strangled him. “why are you so invested in my love life?”

“y/n, without me you don’t have a love life. be grateful that i’m even trying to help you out here.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “well you’re not doing a very good job.”

“and you are? excuse me, but you’re just as much of a pussy as yang,” ten laughed through the phone. “quit pissing me off and tell him you like him already before he comes crying to me about how he thinks you and jaemin are going to start dating. i gotta go, louis turned on my stove and might burn down the place.”

you laughed lightly. “alright, talk you later. and keep your nose out of my business!”

after you hung up you sat on your bed and stared blankly at the wall of your dorm. typically you tried not to listen to ten as it only ever got you in trouble, but you decided that maybe this time he was right. if he was going through all this trouble, he couldn’t have been lying, right?

right?

***

much to ten’s dismay, he seems to have been right about yangyang and his whining.

“no, like, you don’t understand. he totally likes her. and he’s na jaemin. there’s like no way she wouldn’t like him back! i would have a crush on him too, bro.” ten shook his head at the way yangyang sat glumly on his bed, combing his bangs over his eyes.

“do you ever listen to what i tell you? i have been telling you for several weeks that she likes you. you and your idiotic self,” ten said while shoving his shoulder to get his attention. “and if you don’t listen to me this time, i will make sure that her and jaemin start dating just so that i can see you writhe in pain.”

“that’s so low, dude,” yangyang mumbled into his pillow which he had shoved his face into.

“low like your game with girls. now go get her flowers and confess!”

***

“she liked tulips right? come on yangyang, you should know this,” yangyang mumbled to himself. in his hands was a bouquet of followers which he has just bought you as well as a bag full of a few of your favorite things.

he was tripping over himself as he walked over to your dorm, his palms sweaty and his throat dry from anxiety. before he could open the door to your dorm complex, he stopped and stood at the base of the stairs.

“does she even like tulips? should i go back? oh my god, can i shut up and go?” yangyang argued with himself.

before he even had the chance to turn around and bail, your voice had called out to him, making him freeze.

“yangyang? what are you doing here?” you asked.

he turned around to see you with a large stuffed animal in your arms and a small bag that was similar to the one he was holding.

“y/n! oh my god!” yangyang wasn’t sure of what to say or do but he could see your gaze flickering from the flowers in his hands back to his nervous gaze. he saw the corner of your lips curl up into a small smile and felt his worries slowly ease away.

“i’m guessing ten talked to you too?” you chuckled, making your way towards him.

yangyang laughed nervously. “um, yes, quite aggressively too.” he held the tulips in his hands out to you. “i got these for you. you do like tulips, right?”

you smiled and nodded. “of course i do. you know me so well,” you teased. you handed over the stuffed animal to which yangyang gladly took into his arms. “i remember you talking about how badly you wanted this one from the store so i went and bought it for you.”

“thank you, i love it.”

the two of you looked at it each other for a moment before breaking out into bright smiles that you seemed to be unable to control. yangyang hesitantly took your hand into his own before brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“i really like you,” he said softly.

“i know,” you laughed when he frowned and rolled his eyes. placing a kiss on his cheek you said, “i really like you too.”

“is it okay if i kiss you?” yangyang mumbled. you nodded excitedly, but before you could share your first kiss, yangyang’s phone buzzed.

0/10

have you confessed or not i have jaemin with me right now

yangyang scoffed at the text making you furrow your brows in confusion. “who is it?”

“just ten. come here, i need to send him a picture of us.”

“for...what?”

“for proof!”

“proof? proof for wh-“

“i’ll explain later, just come here.” yangyang wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your cheek, catching you by surprise. “and....sent! now back to that kiss...”

you shoved him at the sight of him wiggling his eyebrows making him laugh. “just shut up already.”

“if you say so,” yangyang sang.

you both smiled into the kiss, knowing that the both of you had been waiting for this moment forever, giggling when you finally pulled away. yangyang caressed your cheek gently before pulling out his phone to check ten’s reply.

0/10

told you so!!!!!

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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Hewo! I saw that your requests are open and I really love your “hq boys calling their s/o clingy” series and I was wondering if you could do one with Akaashi, Tendou and Kenma? You don’t have to if you don’t want to! Bye and I hope you have a great day!

HQ Boys Calling Their S/O Clingy Pt. 4

Character(s) Included: Akaashi, Tendō, & Kenma

Warning(s): Foul Language (Cursing), Tendō grabbed your wrist hard.

A/N: Okay, so here goes pt 4! I’m sorry it took so long! I have a bunch of projects to do this week so I’m trying to finish them. To the author of this request, I’m so glad you enjoyed my series! Also, don’t worry about it, I’m glad to do it! Reblogs, follows, and likes are greatly appreciated! If you wanna rp please contact me! This might be the last part but the next series will be out soon! [hq boys thinking you left them after an argument!] If you have any requests please read my rules first! For my final notes, please if you just wanna chat and stuff my anon is on, character anons would be fun just to talk to, or emoji anons so you can stay hidden but I know that it is the same person lmao!

Song of the day: We Are The Crystal Gems - Steven Universe [btw I cried twice this week and both times this song made me stop soo perfect song to listen to!]

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Credit: @/teesumu

Akaashi

He was doing his work when you came up to him. He was tired and you could tell so you tried your best not to annoy him, but you saw him less and less so you felt lonely. Needing comfort you went to him.

“Baby.. are you almost rea-” he cuts you off before you can finish.

“Y/n not right now please..” He mumbled typing.

“Sorry I just wanted to know when we will be heading out for the date..?” You mumble.

“Can’t do today sorry,” he continued to type away.

“But you bailed for the last two week.. and you promised,” you whine softly.

“Stop acting like a child, please I need to finish my work. I can’t do today and I couldn’t do the last two weeks, get over it.” He hummed as he pressed enter crossing something off of this list of things.

“Can we cuddle for a bit then..?” You whispers

“Y/n are you just trying to be the most fucking clingy person in the world?” He finally looks up. “I don’t need you to go all childish with me right now, okay?” He started to raise his voice. “Your not that fucking important to be honest. You do nothing, you’re always at home whining or clinging or bothering me! I have to make the fucking money because your ‘job’ isn’t paying much.” He turned away.

You walk out closing the door crying softly. You call up Bokuto and his partner wondering if they want to hang out.

When you get to the restaurant they are there and you change how many people sitting down you guys laugh and just hang out in general. You’re extremely happy and they can see it, everyone can. Maybe it is because the relationship your in doesn’t really feel like a relationship..

“Okay well talk to you later..” you smile as you head to your car.

When you got home it was late. You rush in worried you’ll wake him so you head to the spare room. About twenty minutes later.

Knock

“Y..y/n?” He sniffles.

You pretend to be asleep as he walks in tears are flowing downs his cheeks as he takes in a deep breath of relief. He sits on the bed and just holds you for a minute. “Thank god your back... I’m sorry.. I know you’re asleep but I’m sorry.. I fucked up and you are not clingy and I missed you and I shouldn’t have said that. I was annoyed and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He lays down next to you sniffing softly.

“Keiji... it is okay don’t worry,” you mumble softly like you might have just woke up. You wrap your arms around him tightly combing through his hair comforting him. “It will be okay I got you.. you can sleep now I got you..”

“Y..y/n I thought you left for good I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that I am sorry I am sorry...” he continues to whisper clutching onto your clothes, “I yelled at you for no reason and when I went to say sorry you were gone and..”

You kiss his cheek, “relax baby it will be okay..”

Tendō

When you walked in, Tendō was already making jokes about you. You were just there to surprise him but, maybe you were being way too sensitive or maybe he was being oddly mean. Then he said it.. the one fucking thing your extremely insecure about, “ no seriously,” he laughed a bit before continuing, “she never fucking let’s go of me. She is amazingly clingy, like lice when you have them there are only two ways to get them out. Pull them out which takes hours, or just shave your head.” He laughed with his team.

Your eyes filled with tears.. you muttered under your breath, “I’m sorry..” before leaving. He didn’t know you were there and quite frankly you didn’t wanna be there anymore.

When he got home you were already packing. “Hey baby..?” He called out. No response. Walking over he saw tears in your eyes while you packed more of your stuff. “Where are you going, my paradise?”

You laugh to yourself, trying to fill the scar that he left. You were more then just fucking lice you were his fucking partner. “I think..” you mumble not strong enough to say if you get up. “My stuff will be out by tomorrow. I just need to call a few people and pack a few more things before I leave. If you don’t mind.. I’ll stay on the couch you won’t have to worry.” You mumble before getting up.

“Wait what?” He follows you as you go to the next room. “Why are you leaving?” You start to pack more. He grabbed your wrist. Hard. Then freezes when he sees the pure fear in your eyes. “Fuck. I’m sorry” he lets you go, you look away now crying again. “Y/n.. I’m sorry please look at me.”

You look over, “mhm..?” Your voice is shaky, you have your legs and arms closer to you then usual. You seem.. uncomfortable.. scared like you are too worried about something.

“Hey baby..” he slowly looked down at the box. “Can you tell me what you’re doing?” He bit his lip.

“Moving.” You answer before leaving.

The night was cold without you by his side. He tried to think about what he might have done or why you were hurt but every time he tried to think about it.. he felt terrible.

When the morning can you were already packing, he had tears in his eyes as he walked over.. “please don’t leave me.. I’m sorry.. please,” he whispered looking at your back.

You snap.. “your sorry? You don’t even fucking remember yesterday do you! Seriously, how much do you say shit about me, that you can’t remember laughing to your colleagues about how much I cling to you? YOU RELATED ME TO FUCKING LICE! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU NOW COME BACK AND SAY HOW MUCH YOU WANT ME TO STAY.” You took a deep breath wiping your tears.

“What..?” He looked shocked.

“Oh now you want to play dumb?” You wiped your tears, “I’m smarter than you think..”

“I’m so sorry.. please let’s just talk..?” He whispered

“Talk? Talk?! You wanna talk now?” You looked at him, “isn’t that what we are doing? But soon I’m leaving so I guess we got to wrap this up.”

“I was stupid. I am stupid. I am an ass. I wanted to be part of their stupid group, and I thought that would get me in. They were all talking about how annoying their partners and I thought that I could be part of something. But you heard and fucked everything up. I am stupid and dumb and I hurt you and I shouldn’t have. Now I’m the idiot crying for you back when I fucked up. I could’ve just shut up I could of just stay in my own area but I fuck it up. I always fuck it up. You’re not clingy and I feel disgusted that I referred to you as lice, not to mention call you that. It shouldn’t have happened and I’m sorry..” He was crying hard.

“W..we can talk about this I think... just for now let’s lay down..” you held him carrying his to your room. He looked like a mess. You held him tight.

“Y/n... I love you..” he mumbled holding on tight, hopeful that you might say it back.

“I love you too, Tendō..” you whisper, kissing his head.

Kenma

“Hey baby it is getting late be you should get ready for bed..” you smile walking in noticing he is on a livestream.

“Can you stop bugging me?” Kenma mumbled a bit. “FUCK ON MY LEFT! MY LEFT!” He screamed. He hit his head. Turning towards you, annoyed.

“I’m sorry..” you mumble.

“No, no it is always okay when you come into my room when I’m doing something! I mean really it is okay to not listen and fuck up so much,” he said sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean too.. I just thought you should sleep..” he mumbled.

You leave the room crying making your way to the guest bedroom.

An hour or two later he had come out of his gaming room tired and ready to snuggle with you. “Babe..?” He looked around.

You were asleep in the other room so when he came in he was relieved to find you there. He tapped your shoulder softly, “babe..?” He mumbled.

You moved over letting him in. Falling asleep with his arms around you.

In the morning you wake up first to make breakfast for yourself and when he comes out he sees you cleaning clearly you had just finished a meal. “Morning..” he mumbled. No reply.

You walk past him with no reply, and you do that all day. Ignoring him and not responding. Finally he had enough. “Y/n.. please stop ignoring me..”

You ignore him then you hear soft sniffles. Turning around you see him crying. “What? Can we talk later?”

“But I wanna hang out please..” he mumbled.

“Can you do something useful and just stop being stop fucking clingy?” You reply, words hurting like knives.

Finally he realizes, “I’m sorry.. I was playing and my teammate wasn’t doing anything and then you came in, and I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have.” He looked up. “You are the best thing that has happened to me and I shouldn’t treat you like that..” he sniffs.

“Come here..” you open up the blanket him gliding in. You hold him softly rubbing his back. “You can’t do that to me.. I was just trying to help and it isn’t fair to me.. so please don’t, okay..? You weren’t on mute and everyone heard you yelling at me, and that is just embarrassing for me. To be ridiculed in front of everyone. I felt like you didn’t want me, okay? So please don’t do that, and I’m sorry for not checking before coming in. I should’ve not bugged you when you were playing.”

“Okay.. I’m sorry and I won’t ever do that again.. I love you..” he mumbled softly.

“I love you to babe..” you rub his back slowly he stops crying and falls asleep, and you follow after.

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neoheros · 4 years

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how would haikyuu boys handle falling in love feat. kuroo + akaashi + tsukishima !!

kuroo tetsuro

being in a relationship with him is just a pretty chill experience tbh

i feel like kuroo wouldn’t really date anyone he’s not close to on a comfortable level

people be like: omfg he looks like a player tho

he’s literally not ???? like y’all telling me this man doesn’t look like the idea of having to interact with people he doesn’t know repulses him ? bye

he’s not ignorant, he just isn’t the type to get out there unless necessary yk?

he’s got a good friend group and he’s totally satisfied with that !!!!!!

so when he was 100% sure that he saw you as somebody he’d want to be more than friends with he was just like :0

kuroo at 5:37 am, thinking of that one time you handed him a bottle of water first: oh— oh shit

he doesn’t act on it first though because y’all have been friends for so long and what if you don’t like him back ???

he didn’t wanna ruin the thing he had with you because you were literally the only one who tolerated him sending tiktoks at 4 am in the morning

kuroo: omfg have you seen this one yet

you: bro it’s almost 5 am are you on crack

but eventually he got tired of just staring at you and admiring you from afar and having to make up some excuse when you catch him cause he just really likes looking at you :(

you: bro stop staring at me

kuroo: no, your face bothers me

you: due to personal reasons i will make you pass away ❤️

so one day he just decides to shoot his shot yk?

if you reject him that’s fine, he’ll just have to send numerous tiktoks to wash away the awkwardness afterwards

like he’ll be upset about it because holy crap he flat out adores you at this point but he’s also got a sense of boundaries and will totally respect your decision

BUT !!!! when you told him you liked him too he just 🥺👉👈

this man had the goofiest grin on his face for weeks on end and his heart is all over the place because all the things he imagined in his head to do with you is finally gonna come true !!!

don’t be fooled though !! nothing will change from your friendship !!! you’re still both really chill with each other except now y’all can hug and kiss and !!!!!

kuroo: don’t i look kinda good in this picture though

you: not really, let me take a better one

kuroo: stop taking me out of frame

in retrospect, it’s really fun to be in a relationship like the one you two have because there’s not much things to disagree on and the dynamic you both have just go so well !!!

there’s also not a lot of new things to do or be uncomfortable about because y’all have already done everything as best friends !!!!!!! it’s 🥺

you, seeing kuroo staring at you: what’re you looking at me for

kuroo, unnerved: you’re so pretty

you, caught off guard: it’s my time to pass away now i see 😌

you two joke around a lot but that doesn’t mean you two take whatever you say to heart

somewhere along the line, this made kuroo a bit worried on how you took his intentions though

he knew you were cool with messing with him but sometimes he wonders if what he says ever gets to you

so one night while the two of you are eating frozen yogurt in his car, you in his hoodie and just straight up vibing to the tiktoks that played as background music

he looks up, spoon in his mouth, “you know that i love you, right?”

“you’re so cheesy,” you tell him, laughing while you scroll up to the next video on the fyp

he leans back in his seat, eyeing you under the single yellow light of the car

you, barely looking up from your phone: i love you too though

akaashi keiji

being in a relationship with akaashi is quite literally the most gratifying thing

he’s 97% of your wise decision making and you’re very much thankful for that

when he first met you he honestly didn’t know what to think

his first impression of you? an indecisive impulsive mess

his second impression of you? a very cute indecisive impulsive mess

there’s not a single doubt that he was crushing on you H A R D

he doesn’t pay attention to it though because he knew how crushes often worked and most of the time they didn’t really work out

but the more he looked at you or stared at you from afar with a silly grin that he doesn’t even realize, everyone around him notices just how silent you make him

leave it up to the fukurodani volleyball club to be the best matchmakers in the world

so one night while akaashi was chilling in bed he gets a text from bokuto telling him about an impromptu team hang out sesh

akaashi: it’s 7 pm ..?

you, in the group chat: theres never a wrong time for milk tea !!!!!

when you sent that everyone else in the chat was just so frickin ecstatic because now that you’ve confirmed you were going, it’s obvious that akaashi was now too

he arrived like 2 minutes early from the designated time and the way it wasn’t at all shocking when no one else arrived except for you

akaashi: well they totally bailed :/

you: hey at least now we have a list of people to take revenge on when the purge strikes

it’s okay though because the two of you make most of the night anyways !!

you never thought sitting outside of a 7/11 at 7 pm on a friday could be fun but as you sat there with boba tea and a ramen cup with one of your closest friends next to you, you were just !!!! so frickin soft

akaashi on the other hand didn’t feel anything but utter nervousness the whole time

it was so cold under the night sky and you were so close to him, he’s praying that you take the redness on his cheeks from the weather and not from the rapid racing of his heart

bokuto texting him: bro i swear to god if you’re not taking this chance to shoot your shot i’m >:(

he’s so nervous because it actually was an ideal time to tell you how much he liked you

plus he’s pretty sure that you were eventually gonna notice just how often he glanced at you whenever you came to their practices or in general

so he’s like fine then !!! he’s gonna do this tonight and if you reject him then he’s just gonna have to deal !!!!

akaashi, anxious: hey i really li—

you, cutting him off: i like you a lot and i’m pretty sure bokuto did this on purpose because he knows and i’m sorry if it wasted your time !!!!

akaashi, less anxious: oh

HE !! DOES NOT HESITATE !!! TO REASSURE YOU !!

he just smiles softly and tucks your hand in his and tells you he’d like to walk you home that night

after that something just changed between the two of you

suddenly he’s walking you home everyday with little forehead kisses before he leaves

going grocery shopping with him when you run out of food at home because he’s the only one who knows about your secret snack stash

akaashi: you don’t need that much yakult

you: ? don’t be alarmed but i think we just found the reason of our first fight

whenever you go out with him to shop for anything at all, he always has to be the person in front when you walk because he’s the one pushing the cart with his left hand while his right is tightly interlocked with yours

you just stray behind him, pointing out all the things you’d like and he’s the one who decides if it’s worth to buy because you’re absolutely sure that you’d be dead broke if you were left alone

akaashi: this hoodie looks cute, do you wanna try it out

you, recalling the four sweatshirts you haven’t returned to him: nah i have enough

sometimes you’d get in the cart whenever the grocery store you’re in is mega big and he’s just gonna have the most unbothered face as people eye him because he’s pushing a fucking cart with a person in it

you’d get worried though thinking that you’re too heavy for him to push around so you insist to get off but he just doesn’t let you because you were so cute and 😤

akaashi is just so frickin soft when it comes to you like most of the time when someone idly mentions your name a smile immediately comes up to his face and he doesn’t even realize it

he also almost always wake up to numerous snaps of you at 3 in the morning just doing the most random things

he goes through them with such a silly grin and has to fight the urge to screenshot all of them cause u were so FRICKEN cute

akaashi, looking at a photo of you with tears down your face from 4 am: that’s my baby 👉👈

everyone around y’all are just on the fence about the two of you dating since neither of you really cleared what was going on ???

you were scared to call him your boyfriend because there was never really a discussion about it and you didn’t want to come off as assuming

but one afternoon right before he left when he dropped you off at your house, he just stopped and looked at you and you were so confused

akaashi, taking off his sweatshirt and giving it to you: the news said it gets cold tonight

you, on the verge of tears: oh 🥺

tsukishima kei

he’s a salty little shit who complains 24/7 and that’s about as canon as it gets

BUT but !!! if there’s anything tsukishima is good at and i mean anything !!! it’s being observant and keen on the people around him !!! ESP TO YOU !!!

at first you were always just kinda there ?

like he noticed your presence cause you shared classes with him and you were also at his practices a lot cause you and kiyoko would walk home together

so he knew of you but didn’t really know know you, yk?

but then one day yamaguchi came to him introducing you because apparently he’s the only one left on the team who hasn’t met you and it may or may not be because you were low key scared of him

it’s all good though cause once you two shook hands and talked he became more open to actually including you in his life

you guys made out to be good friends considering that you balanced out his snarky attitude with your even worse comebacks

like they weren’t really all that clever but it’s annoying enough to get him to shut up when you want him to

everyone on the team was super surprised at the fact that you were able to talk to tsukishima like that but also they were like: “please don’t ever stop???”

so you became from someone he barely realized was there to always looking for you first when he enters a room

yamaguchi: you know some people would call that having a crush 😗

and he’s all confused cause he knew that the possibility of him getting through high school without having a crush was very slim but jesus christ a crush on YOU??

tsukki, internally: god has favorites and it is not me 💔

but when he gets over the idea that it’s completely revolting to like you like that he realizes something click and suddenly it wasn’t an annoying idea to see you romantically

so in full tsukishima style he asks you out and was pretty surprised when you said yes but you weren’t cause he wasn’t even mildly subtle at hiding his intentions

you: does this mean you won’t be mean to me anymore 🥺

tsukki: no but that’s a nice try ❤️

even when the two of you started dating, he didn’t really want anything to change cause he liked the dynamic he had with you

he was very relieved that you weren’t easily offended and you didn’t really get on his nerves a lot

you guys were hot heads but you also respected each other 🥺

something you quickly became accustomed to after dating though is being codependent when it came to sleeping

you’re usually always over at each other’s houses and his mom is totally over the moon at the fact that his son found someone like you

so every afternoon after school you two are at either houses and just chilling and vibing because school do be very tiring tho

most of the time naps happen and even if it is super hot outside and you’re on the verge of a heat stroke, you just can’t get comfortable unless you’re touching him yk?

tsukishima’s probably the same since he really likes it when his leg is over yours or when his arm is touching your arm

you, under a blanket against tsukki’s back in extremely warm weather: it’s hot

tsukki, sweating: yeah

you: so anyways

he didn’t even realize how much he’s used to you being there when he falls asleep that at night when he actually needs to rest and you’re not anywhere near him he just can’t ???

tsukishima, snapping you a picture of him with tired eyes at 2 in the morning: you ruined my life

you, just as tired, quickly replying: uno reverse card bitch

so it’s 2 am and neither of you can fall asleep and it’s just an entire frenzy of tiring yourselves out

the two of you end up facetiming and just talking endlessly about random thoughts and perspectives on people

his voice is 100% groggy and every 2 minutes he’s yawning but he really likes it when he’s talking to you because it’s always better when it’s you in the mix

he’s telling you all about how he thinks dinosaurs are super cool and fantastic that when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep he’s just like 🥺

he stares at the screen for a while, suddenly regretting that he wasn’t there to make sure you were comfortable

he’s got the softest smile on and he doesn’t even care that he’s staring at you while you’re asleep cause you just looked so peaceful and warm and sweet

tsukki: that’s my baby 🥺

he feels another yawn come up and he ends the call, hoping that the tone won’t wake you up when he does

at this point he’s also on the verge of falling asleep and he’s very glad that he talked to you because you always knew how to get him out of things like this

tsukki, texting you: thanks for falling asleep on me SNAKE

tsukki: love you, gn <3

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mageofseven · 4 years

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Back again with the request of the brothers and undateables reaction to MC drunk texting them that they love, Love them ❤️

Oh thank you so much for resending this! I'm sorry about the mishap before. I hope you'll enjoy these~ Since you didn't specify, these are written from the perspective that MC and the boys are in a relationship when they text the boys.

Also, I decided to split these up into two posts so this one will only have the Brothers in it, but I will put up a post for the Undateables real soon!

Lucifer:

The man sighed at his desk, signing what felt like the thousandth paper that night. It was only 1am so the night was still young; he knew he'd be at this till morning only to have to go through his duties tomorrow without rest. It was not unusual for him, but the oldest brother was still feeling a bit burnt out.

Ding.

He paused for a moment before setting his pen down and picking up his phone from the corner of the desk.

'Daaaddy. Mammnk dispered'

Ignoring the name they gave him, the man just stared down at the text. He gave another big sigh.

'MC, where are you?'

'I djnno. I went tk a party with Mammm and Asmo and thyy jsyt went poooff.'

God, his brothers were idiots. What if something happens to MC while they're off doing whatever?

'I'll track your phone then. I'll be there soon'

'Nuuu. I jsut wanna get my phone bacc from Mamsmm'

Oh dear Diavolo...

'Love, you're texting me off your phone.'

'Ooo. Yur rite!'

'I am coming to get you now.'

'Okaaaa bye Daddynm. Love yuo.'

The man rolled his eyes, but smile slightly down at the screen. What was he going to with his Love?

Mammon:

Shit! Where'd they go?! He took MC with him to the casino to help distract the other gamblers as he played cards-- hey don't judge!! He promised to buy them a few drinks afterwards. So there they were, sittin' and drink together when this guy he owes money to starts running up and yelling at him! Of course Mammon had to bail! He told MC to run with him but at one point he turned around and the human wasn't there! He's been rushing around and searching for them for the last twenty minutes. Where did they go??

Bing. His phone went off. The moron facepalmed. He has his phone! He should have been calling them or something.

'Baaaabbby. Im loneyl.'

'Oi! Where'd you go? I told you to follow me!'

'But I waz tlkin to thhe fnny man! He evn boght more deinks.'

Shit. They're still back at the bar. But with him of all people??

'Babe, why ya drinking with that jerk??'

'Im not. Hss wife cam e adn got him.'

Wife? Oh thank Diavolo, Belinda came through for him!

'Stay put, got that? I'm heading back now.'

'Kk I love yuo babbny 😘'

Mammon blushed as he read that last message.

'Ya, ya, just stay put, human.'

Leviathan:

Okay so Levi himself is not really a drinker in most circumstances. He pretty much sees it as another thing normies do and use as an excuse to spend time with other normies. Like, why would he care about something so stupid anyway?

Still, that doesn't mean there aren't exceptions to that kind of thing. Like the new bottle he won from a contest run by the creators of the anime I Partied So Hard That I Ripped Opened The Frabric of Reality And Was Met By My Future Wife Who Is Secretly A Cat Girl From Venus! I mean, it's seriously cool! It's the same brand of Venustian wine that Nyanitia loves in the anime!

Levi was so excited when it arrived that he practically begged MC to come to his room to drink it with him as he played his new video game from Akuzon. Honestly it didn't end up like he thought it would though. The wine barely did anything to him at all. I mean, yeah, the third brother didn't have a lot of experience with alcohol but he thought he would at least feel a little different than normal. Eh, whatever. The effect is kinda lame but it's still from the anime! If it's good enough for Nyanitia then it's good enough for him.

The demon shrugged it off and got absorbed in his video game to the point where he even stopped talking to MC, which wasn't unusual. After dying a couple times, he threw his controller down.

"Uggghh, can you believe that MC--"

The boy just noticed that he was alone. Oh... was he really that boring to hangout with? The Avatar of Envy started mumbling a lot of insults to himself as he picked up the bottle.

"Was my gaming that bad? Or was it the wine?" He mused sadly. "No, I bet it was the wine. It barely did anything to me so I doubt it effected them either...."

He starts reading the label on the back, skimming till he reads a section on alcohol level. Level for demons: mild.

"That explains it..." He grumbled, continuing to read in his head.

Level for Angels: low medium. Level for Humans: HIGH. WARNING. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF HUMANS.

Oh...oh no. What's gonna happen to his Henry?? Are they gonna die?? Is Lucifer gonna kill him??? GAH! Where did they go--

Beep. His phone!

'Leeevvvvvi. I fels wooozy.'

Panicking, the boy typed back.

'Where are you??? Are you dying???'

'Nuuuu. I'm jsyt wwwoooosh.'

Gah! What does that even mean?? Before the demon could respond, he got another message.

'Leeeevvvvi chan I lvoe you~.'

The boy's face and ears blazed red. I mean, yeah, it's not the first time he's heard/read them say that but still! Now isn't the time for this!

Another message.

'Sweeeeetue. Coem love me 😢'

The demon let out a panicked yell and charged out his door. His foot collided with something and he heard a whine.

"Sweeeeetie why?" MC laid on the floor of the hallway, pouting and looking more hurt emotionally than physically.

Still panicking, Levi picked up the human and brought them back into his room. He laid them in his bathtub and start researching the affects of Venustian wine on humans.

Boy nearly collapsed from relief and exhaustion when he found out they only had a sip and shouldn't have any health issues from it.

Ends up apologizing a million times over and becomes extra protective of them for the next couple weeks and is paranoid about every food and drink placed in front of them.

Satan:

It was an average evening for him. He was in his room, reading in bed as he waited for MC to come home. Asmo managed to convince them to go to a party with him. Satan didn't really want them to go tonight, but he saw their eyes light up with just the idea of it and the blonde couldn't bring himself to say a thing. Like him, MC didn't really have any experience with parties prior to this, but unlike him, they had a great interest in them. How could he ask them not to go if this was an experience they had wanted for a long time?

Ding.

The man laid his book down next to him and reached for his phone that he laid on the closest stack of books.

'Satn, peple are sk mean 😥'

The demon launched into a sitting position.

'Who needs to die?' He texted back, protective instincts springing up inside himself for them.

'Nno. Teh people here just amke me feel so lft out.'

He sighed. MC was too sensitive for that kind of environment.

'Kitten, tell Asmo to take you home now.' Satan texted before adding 'Tell him I said so.'

'Btu hes tlkin to a succubus'

'I don't care. Tell him what I said.'

'Okaa 😔'

The demon waited a few minutes, but didn't get a new message.

'Kitten?' He texted them.

Minutes when by. Nothing. The blonde got out of bed and started pacing. When that didn't help, he started to transform from the anger at his brother. He decided to text Asmo.

'Bring them home now or so help me, you will face a different type of hell when you get back.'

No reply from his brother either. The Avatar of Wrath was ready to start breaking shit.

Ding. He quickly checked his phone. It was MC.

'Bb I love you.'

The blonde stopped in his tracks. Why--after over 20 minutes of waiting-- was that their only response?

The demon reached out for his door knob, ready to go out and hunt for them, when his door swung open, revealing his brother, who was holding up an intoxicated MC.

"Ugh, you ruined my night!" The fifth brother complained.

Satan, still in his demon form, was ready to deck the other man at best and at worst, who knows. He didn't get the chance to find out because instead, MC tumbled forward and into his arms.

"Satan," They whined. "I wanna.... I wanna lay down."

The blonde took a deep breath before looking to his brother.

"Just leave. Now." He slammed the door closed on the other demon before laying MC down in bed and joining them. He pulled the blanket over them both and held his Kitten close to his chest.

"I should have...stayed home." They mumbled.

He kissed their forehead.

"It's fine. You're fine now, Kitten."

Asmodeus:

After a long, but fun night at The Fall, the Avatar of Lust had his fill was ready to get his beauty sleep. Sadly, he had lost track of his Doll. Oh dear, where could they be? Despite being so late, there were still plenty of people out and he was having trouble tracking them down.

Beep. The demon checked his phone.

'Azzy, I lvoe you🥰'

Asmo giggled, texting back.

'Aww! I love you too! Now where did you run off to? I miss my Dolly~.'

'By eth bahroons'

The man headed off that way and found MC on the floor in the hallway that led to the bathroom.

"Well, what are you doing down there?" He teased.

MC started giggling.

"I fell."

Seeing that they weren't hurt, the demon simply bent over and helped them up. The human instantly leaned against him and hugged him close.

"I love you, Azzy." They told him, closing their eyes as they enjoy the embrace and pressing their cheek against his.

Asmo let out a small laugh then pulled back just enough to kiss his Doll on their cheek.

"Oh you're just too adorable, you know that?" He told them before leading them to the front of the building. "Now let's go home, okay?"

Beelzebub:

Beel woke up for a midnight snack and headed to the kitchen. It was a quick in and out thing, not wanting to be caught by his brothers. He grabbed a whole cabinet full of snacks and carried them back to his room.

Ding. His phone went off and as he opened the door to his room.

The demon laid his snacks on his bed and got in before grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

'Beeesly, I love oyu~'

The redhead smiled happily. It was MC.

'I love you too. When are you coming home?'

No response. The demon simply opened up a bag of chips and started eating. It's fine; he can be patient.

Instead of getting a response however, he was greeted by his Muffin at door.

"I'm baaack~." The human giggled, stumbling just slightly as they walked up to the bed and flopped down before snuggling up to the big demon.

Beel kissed the top of their head, smiling at them.

"Did you have fun with Solomon, Muffin?"

"Mhmm." They said, closing their eyes and stretching out their legs, causing some of the snacks to fall to the floor. He didn't mind.

"That's good." He sat the chip bag on the stand so he could use both hands to hold them close.

The two of them laid there, cuddled up together. The big demon stroked their hair till they heard the human's breath slow and were asleep.

"G'night, Muffin." He whispered. "Dream sweetly."

Belphegor:

It was the middle of the night and Belphie was asleep. That might sound normal for the Avatar of Sloth to you, but in actuality, this was unusual for him. The sleepy boy slept so much during the day that he was usually awake starting from whenever he woke up from his after-dinner nap up until around 4 or 5 am.

Tonight, however, Belphie really wasn't feeling it. Ya know, the whole 'awake' thing. He didn't feel like being conscious. The same reason he didn't wanna be awake was the same reason why he wasn't sleeping very deeply either.; MC wasn't there with him.

That scum Mammon took them out somewhere and they didn't even tell him. He had to hear it from Beel. The 7th brother has been grumpy since then and didn't wanna do anything so he hid away in his attic and fell asleep.

Bing. Bing. Bing.

The demon let out a frustrated sigh. That was the 9th text he got in the last two minutes. He picked up his phone from the other side of the bed and begrudgingly read his messages.

'Belpphi'

'Beelphi

'Belphii'

'Babb'

'Babe'

'Babr'

'Beeelpie'

'Heeyy'

'Mr Moomooo man pay atttention ot me 😢'

"Mr. Moomoo man?" Belphie said out loud, scowling down at the screen. If he wasn't mad at MC, he would have cracked a smile.

'What's wrong with you?' He texted.

'Mammmn lfet me all alone 😔'

Belphie eyes went wide.

'What happened?'

'Mammo owes mnoey to this big Moloc guy and eh chased Maaamkn away.'

Ugh. Mammon's a dumbass.

'Where are you?'

'I dunno. He lefy me on a bench. Teh park?'

'The one by the school?'

'Mmaybe?'

The demon let out another big sigh.

'I'll be there soon. Don't move.'

'Okyy'

A couple seconds later, they sent another text.

'I love yuo, bb. Im srry 😔'

Belphie frowned. His anger at them was dissipating.

'Yeah, I love you too, butthead. Now stay there.'

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#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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softsebnbuckystan · 3 years

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Soul ties - Part 5 (Bucky Barnes au)

“And I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want”

"Oh! I didn't expect you so soon after the wedding," Bruce Banner said as you walked into his lab. "Is everything alright?"

"Of course, thanks for asking, though. I just ran into Steve, and he said you'd actually found something while I was gone?"

A spark lit in Banner's eyes as he went around all his papers and tablets, searching for the information he wanted to share with you. Working with someone who was as passionate about science as you were was delightful : there was never an unproductive moment. You two were always thinking, bouncing off each other's ideas and coming up with useful inventions. You'd once helped two S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists, Fitz and Simmons, design "icers". They were non-lethal guns who could knock out theoretically anyone.

"See, we were talking about neural termination restaurations the other day. We thought it was next to impossible, since neurons are gone forever. But I was thinking..."

And off you started... It would be hard to get you two to stop before dinner time. You were so caught up in your work, lab goggles over your eyes, that Bruce had to tap on your shoulder to show you someone was there. You shot your head up, ready to say you were busy, but your body froze as you saw Bucky. You didn't expect to run into him so quickly.

"Hey! Need anything?" you asked as he leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets.

"No, I just... You guys are impressive."

Bucky looked all around the lab and his mouth didn't seem to be able to close.

"All this...is you two?"

You let out a small laugh. "Stark helped out a lot, we have to admit. He provides us with the tech, and we handle the other sciences, you know."

"What's your area?" he asked, his eyes coming back on you.

"Biochem and astrophysics."

"So like...planets and stuff too?"

"Yeah, basically."

At the other side of the room, Bruce was trying not to smile : he could only imagine how hard it was for you not to get carried away by details and explaining how amazing and compelling constellations, solar systems and galaxies were.

"I love that stuff," Bucky breathed out.

"Alright, since you're not alone, y/n, I'll go grab some lunch."

"Lunch already?"

Bruce nodded and left the room after making sure you'd be up to work again in the afternoon. You most certainly hadn't seen time go by and a sudden soreness in your eyes made you aware of what time it was.

"I should probably take a break as well," you admitted. You fiddled with your fingers, a little awkward now that you weren't busy working, before a brilliant idea came to your mind. "Do you want to see something, like...really cool?"

"Obviously I do."

"Okay, follow me."

You instinctively grabbed Bucky's hand and jumped with surprise at the texture of it. You lowered your eyes to look at it and he immediately moved his arm away from you. It was...metal. Well, you didn't expect that, but who cared?

"I didn't know you had this," you said in a what wanted to be a casual tone.

"Yeah, long story." His elusive answer proved he wasn't ready to tell you about it.

"I'll hear it anytime," you said with a smile to reassure him before grabbing his hand again. The last thing you wanted him to think was that it scared you off. "Let's go now."

He didn't pull back this time, and you dragged him a few floors down, taking the stairs so you didn't have to wait for the elevator. You were walking fast, impatient as the thought of showing Bucky your passion made you. You ended up letting go of his hand to open a big door and hurried him in.

"What is this room, y/n?"

Ignoring the sound of your name in his mouth, you closed the door, plunging the room in pitch black.

"Don't move, I just have to grab the remote."

You easily found it, then carefully made your way back to him. Hearing his breath picking up, you laid a hand on his back.

"Breathe. I promise you'll love this."

With the press of a button, billions of stars surrounded you, lightning Bucky's face as he stared in amazement.

"I told you you'd like this," you whispered.

"This...wow." Bucky was speechless. He'd been staying here for a while and had never seen this room before, apparently.

You went to sit on one of the bean bag chairs you'd brought yourself and Bucky decided to follow you, unable to take his eyes off the fake sky in front of him.

"Are those...real constellations?"

"Absolutely." This was your time : talking about this always made you happy. "See the ones that are kinda forming a V? If you look closely, they form the Capricorn constellation. Right above it is Aquarius. And on the left, that's Cernus, the one that looks like a whale. And then...sorry. I talk too much."

"No, no. Keep going."

Bucky leaned back in his chair, still looking up. A huge smile split your face as you kept on telling him about constellations, showing him well known ones as much as others, less famous. You had no idea how long it had been when you got out, and a glance at your phone told you it'd been over an hour.

"I'm sorry if that bored you," you told him while closing the door. "When I start talking about stars..."

"Not at all. I get that. I could have listened for five more hours."

You chuckled nervously and gulped, joining your hand in your back as you walked along the hallway to the elevator. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've got to get back to work, but if you want to see the stars again some time, you know where to find me."

---

"I'm eating at Brad's tonight. I think there's pizza left in the fridge."

You'd been looking at Darren's text for five minutes : what were you supposed to say to that? At least he had the decency to warn you...thirty minutes before your usual dinner time.

"You okay there?"

You looked away from your phone screen and gave Steve a bitter smile. "Not really. Darren bailed. Again."

Steve shook his head. You could tell he was angry at him. It's not like they had ever been wonderful friends, but you'd hoped Darren would make efforts to get to know Steve and the rest of the gang. They'd done their part ; Darren just never seemed to deem it necessary.

"I'm sure Wanda will be available for a pizza and movie night. You can stay here as long as you-"

Your ringtone interrupted Steve's sentence : Darren was calling you.

"Hello?"

"It's me, honey. Just wanted to tell you I'm staying over at Brad's. We had a few beers so I don't want to take the risk to drive."

"Oh, huh... Yeah. That's safer."

Your friend rolled his eyes – a thing he rarely did as bitterly.

"I'm not home either anyway," you said, hoping it would get a reaction out of him.

"Really? Where are you?"

"At the compound." You heard Darren make a mocking noise.

"I don't even know why I asked. Of course that's where you are."

You let out an angry breath and decided to end the phone call.

"I don't know what time you'll get home tomorrow, but don't worry if I'm not there. I'll probably come back late in the afternoon. Bye."

"By-"

You hung up. You didn't want to hear his voice any longer. Steve grabbed you by the shoulder to comfort you.

"I'll get a room ready for you."

"Thanks, Steve."

"This guy is such a dick."

And that was your sister's reaction as she walked in, learning what had happened from your mind. She sure was less civil than Steve, but have someone be as upset as you helped you understand that you were right to be mad at Darren.

"I'm sorry, I know you married the guy, but-"

"No, you're right," you interrupted her as she sat at your other side. "He is behaving like a dick."

Wanda laughed as she pulled you in for a warm hug. "Men are the worst. Don't feel like it's your fault."

"You know I'm here, and a man, right?" Steve joked.

You and Wanda shot him fake ferocious looks and he held up his hands as a sign of peace.

"Fine, fine, men are the worst," he said solemnly.

--- Thanks again for the support y'all gave to the 4 previous parts. I hope this one is good! :) Tell me if you want to be added to the tag list ^^

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justformyself2 · 3 years

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what is up with us and boats?

Happy Easter yall!!! This one goes out to the beautiful soul that gave the idea @alievans007 thank you do much, i really hope you enjoy ♥

I don’t know if you guys ever watched “My Best friend’s Wedding.” but there is this scene were they are on the boat ride in Chicago, and i love that scene, this is sort of based on that.

VIDEO FOR WHO WANTS TO SEE. (CLICK)

KrasinskixReader/Fluff.

(don’t remember where i got this gif from.)

"We need to talk." The worst type of message anyone could ever receive.

Holding up a smirk, you start typing.

"Yes, we do."

"Could you focus? You know, for the love of God and everything. We still have to drive to Olivia's after this." Mariah interrupts whatever dance with the danger you were having with John over text.

"Why is everybody so weird all of the sudden? First John and now you too, I mean, we are settling details here. The trip to Positano is all sorted."

She gets radio silent, making you look away from your phone.

"Mariah." You call.

"What?" She answers, badly covering the stress in her voice.

"Everything is fine, right?"

She breaths out through the nose, clicking on the mouse rapidly.

"Mariah." You call again as if an answer different than you were expecting would come out.

The Positano trip was a huge deal, a huge, cryptic deal that Mariah arranged by herself through an old friend you never heard or saw. The client, by the name of Vince, was paying double to hire your company, and an undeniable request came, almost sweeping away all of your doubts. You would get to shoot a perfume commercial during the holidays at the place you always dreamed of visiting. It was embarrassing how fast the yes came out, almost in a scream towards Mariah's face, even though there was something off.

It was true that in the past you worked for the big names, but since the decision to open your own company with Mariah happened, it was all new, too new to be receiving this type of offer. You decided to brush it off by

trusting your business partner, Mariah had been in the game longer than you have, and if she claimed, more than once, that it was a safe offer and that she had under control then you should believe since her reputation was on the game too, but now get to watch her sitting in front of you, looking worried.

"Well, I'm going to make some phone calls, but don't worry, it is a quick fix situation. I will be right back."

She gets up from the desk, grabbing her phone, and leaving the space before you could say something back.

Your mind wonders over the fact that your intuition should be listened to more often. It was a "too good to be true" offer, so if that would end up being right, and Mariah came back with the bad news, would it mean that you were probably right about John too.

You look at your phone, facing down on the desk, and decide to check the messages again. There must be something missing between the lines.

Inserting the pin you open up the new messages you received from your boyfriend.

"What do you mean with ‘yes we do’?"

"Tell me when I can call you."

"Damn. I think I'm not getting the week off. They are talking about reshooting some parts."

"I will call you in 10 minutes."

And just as you read the last one, your phone vibrates. It was his call. Taking a deep breath, you accept it.

"Hey, babe, did you get my texts?"

You hear the many voices in the background mixing with his.

"Yes, I did... Are you on set right now?"

"Yes. I'm on a little break...I'm sorry, baby. I'm not going to make it to Positano."

The frustration makes your heart skip a beat even though you saw the message, hearing it in his voice had a different effect. You stopped counting the weeks without him because of the impact they had on your day, instead, in a very unhealthy way, that habit was replaced with you picturing him waiting for you at home, laying in the bed you shared or in the kitchen, trying to replicate whatever recipe out of Youtube just to prove that he could cook, just to try to impress you. He still wanted to impress you after all this time, he just didn't figure out how to be in two places at once.

"Well, don't be. If I'm right I don't think this trip is happening."

As time passes by without Mariah coming back, your guess was becoming a reality. It wasn't a quick fix thing.

"What are you talking about?"

His voice went urgent, and he quickly added: "I mean, it was a great offer."

"Yes, but it is a holiday season. It gets difficult with hotel reservations and flights, but Mariah ran away before I could get a word out of her. It happens."

"Wow, you sound so indifferent. I thought you loved Positano."

You had to agree with him. You felt the apathy in your bones.

"I do love Positano, but the offer was out of touch like something was off like everything is off."

You hear him chuckle and frown to yourself, walking towards Mariah's laptop on her desk.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You were so weird when I dropped you at the airport as if you wanted to say something to me or pass out."

You reminisce his pale face and the way his hands were clammy on yours before the goodbye on the car.

"Those are two very different things." You wanted to picture the face he could be doing right now.

"Well, I still feel like there is something you are not tell-."

"Baby, I need to go right now, sorry, I will call you later okay."

The interruption of a female voice in speakers was the last thing you heard before he hanged up.

"What the hell was going on?" You say to yourself.

Forgetting about the phone you decided to check on Mariah's laptop for confirmations, but before anything was done she busted through the door.

"Did you fixed it?"

You ask, seeing her avid eyes shift between you and the laptop.

"What are you doing?" She asks and snaps out of the suspicion stare.

"What do you mean what am I doing? I want to help. Do you care to tell me what is happening, Mariah?"

Her phone calls her attention, and she rushes towards the laptop, answering quickly, leaving you only to watch again.

"Did you get my text? Yes, apparently a bug happened on the site, and our plane tickets got canceled." She discoursed to the person on the other site.

"I don't know if we are getting new ones on the same date, there is a lot of demand... Well, then we have to cancel for no-... Are you sure? Okay, no. I can do that, is way off plan, way less dreamy, really, way less, but I guess we can do it if you do this right now."

She pauses, focused on what was being passed down. "Okay, then it's the new plan. Okay, okay, bye."

Hanging up, she now seemed to be willing to share.

"Change of plans. I informed Vince's team about what happened, and a girl named J-Jannete said that we should meet to settle some details. They want to go for a studio since the deadline would get messed up because of the plane ticket debacle."

"Shit, why didn't you put on speakerphone? I know someone that could help us wit-."

"NO!..." She screams, making you back away involuntary. "I mean, I already checked that, and we can't keep tapping on something that isn't working. They are already upset and we could lose even more time. Jenna set up a meeting with Vince himself...Jannete, at four, so you get to meet him, as you wanted."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .. . . . . . .. . . .

"Why are we on a boat ride again?"

You ask Mariah, who fanned herself with a flier they were distributing about the ride.

"Because we got bailed on and it has been a long time since I don't go on one of those."

She adjusts the sunglasses in an annoyed way.

The day-star was starting to set, still, the weather was hot and humid as if it was peaking. You try to catch delicate hints of purple and pink on the mostly light orange painted sky.

"I haven't been on one of these since John asked me to be his girlfriend. It was our third date. He insisted on the boat ride and I didn't like it, but then the sun was setting so beautifully, in not time the only thing i could care about was the way he looked at me."

There is no interruption other than the sting in your chest, making you stop on the tracks of something you loved to remember.

"I think John is lying to me. I don't think he was on set." Voicing the thoughts made them too real, and suddenly you wanted to forget about them.

"Yeah."

Mariah twists her torso once or twice, looking back to the people who were still taking seats. You doubted she was listening to anything you said all the way here. She started inspecting the place, restless since the taxi dropped you two.

"Okay, are you waiting for someone?"

By impulse, you look back to pursue whatever her eyes were trying to find even without knowing, and that is when you spotted him, a vision that walked towards you, seeming to be out of breath. His mouth partially open turns into the smile you wanted to kiss.

"Son of a bitch."

The words flew from your lips and you hear Mariah's laugh.

Your eyes follow his movements with thirst, so much thirst that everything else is a mere blur in the background.

John comes closer, saying something to Mariah when she gets up and hugs him. She never hugged him.

You swallow dry, seeing for a second Mariah give you a thumbs up before walking away.

"Hey." He almost whispers towards your face, taking the seat, and when his lips come closer to yours, you back away. He frowns.

"You were in LA."

"Yes, I was."

"Please, don't short answer me."

He gets up from the chair and grabs extends his hand towards you.

"Come with me, and I will explain."

Not thinking twice you accept his hand, being guided to the stern of the boat, walking in the middle of strangers and loud conversations. John drops your hand and reaches for your waist with smoothness as if he could be taking you to dance. Intuitively your arms laces around his neck.

His eyes trace a path away from you and straight to your mouth before he started moving.

"You are so difficult to lie to." He starts, smirking.

A gust of wind blows the locks of your hair away, and his fingers are quick to adjust them behind your ear, sending goosebumps on your back. You missed his touch on your skin.

"But you did lie to me." You can't help to say, trying to focus.

"It was only because I wanted to this right, but I know I would blow it at some point. It almost happened when you dropped me at the airport."

"Do what right?"

His breath came out uneasy through his nose, and he licks his lips.

"Ask you to...marry...me."

Instantly you feel your eyes starting to water. There was no control or rational thought that could calm down the wave of feeling like the soles of your shoes weren't touching the wooden floor of that boat, and his arms were the only thing keeping you down.

"There is no Vince. It was a bait to make a surprise for you and get you to Positano without getting too suspicious, and I lied about not going as part of the surprise. I would do the whole thing right, bring our families, have a huge dinner, enjoy a couple of days there. Then your tickets got canceled, the Vince thing got way too suspicious, and I haven't seen you in almost four weeks. Next thing I know, I was at the airport, counting the hours to do this."

He captures your lips with his before you could comprehend. There are intensity and the passion you craved, and that only he could provide, he could devour you, and you would let him.

"Do it right now."

You ask, out of breath, after parting the kiss with his moan of reproval.

"Don't you want the real thing? You know, I can figure out the tickets, maybe call Clooney and ask if we can borrow his private jet. He will probabl-."

"I don't care where you are going to propose to me. I just want you to do it, that is the real thing. It could have been on the car, at breakfast, at the airport, or even in a replica of the day you asked me to be your girlfriend."

He laughs, kissing you again. He holds your face in his hands, parting the kiss to gaze at your eyes.

"Oh, I'm glad you remembered it. That is why I wanted to make something different this time. What is up with us and boats?."

"I don't know but let's get back into the program here. You were about to ask me something."

He frowns, looking away theatrically.

"And what was the question, again?" John asks, setting his face close to yours. His lips touching your cheeks, coming closer to your ear.

"Was it something like. Do you want to marry me?"

You could feel your neck hair getting up with the vibration of his low and deep tone affecting you easily.

"Yes."

#John Krasinski #john krasinski imagine #john krasinskixreader #proposal #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic

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vintagedolan · 3 years

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hiraeth part five - hoaloha

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“You seem miserable.”

“I am miserable.”

“Then just come home.”

“Kahua you know I can’t.”

He looked tanner over FaceTime. Or maybe she was just used to seeing more white people. She couldn’t really tell, but she caught herself staring at him as he rambled on, voice deep and strong.

She missed him. She missed home. It felt like her LA plan had turned into some sick joke, and she was patiently awaiting the cameras to appear and reveal it all.

At the top of her phone screen, a message appeared.

Tell me three things you like to do

Koa stared at her phone for a moment, chewing on her lip. It was the first non-work related text she’d gotten from him. Against her will, it raised her spirits a bit.

why?

Because we don’t know anything about you :(

If it wasn’t Ethan texting her, she wouldn’t have even responded. But she knew he was trying to make up for his brother’s shitty behavior, and in the day that she’d had to calm down and talk it out with Harlow, she’d realized she’d probably overreacted a bit more than she needed to. So, she answered as nicely as she could.

writing, surfing, existing, idk

“Bro, who are you texting?”

“No one.” It caught her off guard that she didn’t immediately tell him.

YOU CAN SURF?!

She must have smiled, because Kahua huffed. “Yeah, sure looks like no one.”

We’re picking you up in the morning at 7. Considering it team building

I’m from Hawaii dumbass of course I can surf

I don’t have a board though

Grayson has an extra

if you show up at 7 you better have coffee in that car

deal

She sent her address, having to rack her brain to remember the area code.

“Hello? Earth to Koa?”

“Sorry, it was Ethan. He wants to go surfing tomorrow. ‘Team bonding’ he says.”

Kahua frowned. “Why do you need to bond to write a book?”

“He’s just trying to get me back on his good side,” Koa muttered, and she regretted her words when she saw him stiffen. He was protective of her - to a fault.

“And what the fuck did he do to get on your bad side?”

“Nothing! Ethan’s a good guy, he’s just trying to cover his brother’s ass.”

“Okay, the what the fuck did his brother do to get on your bad side?”

The anger wasn’t lost on her. In her head she saw Grayson, his wide smile, the disappointment in his eyes when she’d stormed out.

“He didn’t really do anything. I overreacted.”

“Doubtful.”

“No really, he was just trying to be nice, I took it the wrong way, but he got the message.”

“Did he hit on you?”

She froze. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” His voice was more aggressive than she was used to - it made her uneasy.

“Uh no, he didn’t. He offered me a car actually.”

“He what?!”

“To borrow! Just to borrow, while I’m here.”

“Oh cause that makes it better,” he rolled his eyes. That unease came back into Koa’s stomach - she didn’t know this version of her best friend very well. It felt like a stranger on the screen.

“Alright hoaloha, I gotta go to bed, it’s late here.”

His own attitude seemed to register, and he frowned for a moment before he sighed.

“Yeah, I get you. Goodnight Koa. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

She wished she could sleep, but her mind raced even with her eyes squeezed shut. She even tried to bargain with herself - surely if she just kept her eyes closed, she’d fall asleep.

But the clock read 2, then 3, then 4, and she wasn’t even sure if she actually fell asleep before it was time for her to get up and get ready to surf.

She didn’t have the energy to put any effort into her outfit. It didn’t matter anyways... who was she trying to impress? She grabbed the first bathing suit her fingers touched and put it on, throwing her up in a bun and grabbing a towel, her wetsuit and a cup of coffee on the way out the door.

The twins were outside. She wouldn’t have known it was them if there weren’t 3 boards strapped to the top of the jeep. The windows were tinted enough that she didn’t know who was driving until she got in.

Grayson turned around from the passenger seat with a cup of coffee in his hands, face falling to a frown when he saw that she already had one.

He’d brewed two pots, since the first one was too bitter on his taste test.

“You underestimate me,” she teased, reaching out and taking it from him. It was still warm.

“Double fisting the caffeine, I like it I like it,” Ethan grinned, pulling out of the spot and heading for the beach.

“Hopefully the beach won’t be crowded so we don’t run into anyone on the swells,” Grayson mused just to fill the silence.

“If you’re good, you don’t hit people,” Koa said between sips, watching the palm trees fly by the window. The car was warm, cozy in a way as the sun began to rise over the ocean. It was no Hawaiian sunrise, but it would do for now.

He didn’t say much after that until they got to the beach. Ethan made small talk where he could, and Koa wasn’t unaware of Grayson’s eyes on her while she shimmied into her wetsuit.

“Need help zipping up?” He offered - his cheeks were bright red in an almost boyish way.

She could reach the long string and do it herself, but she let him as a sign of good faith, grateful that he brushed her stray hairs away from the velcro so it didn’t get trapped and stuck.

Koa returned the favor for him when he turned around. It took some tugging to get the neoprene to stretch over his wide back. She lingered for a moment as she took in his tattoo; three lions resting together, two young and one old, with the words above and below - others came before me, others to come. It made her pause for a moment, trying to understand. From what she knew of Grayson, it didn’t fit him, his personality, his arrogance.

But did she really know him at all?

“Is it stuck?” His voice pulled her out of her inner monologue, and it was her turn to blush.

“Yeah, sorry, hold on,” she lied, giving it an overdramatic tug and tapping his shoulder to let him know she was done before taking her board from Ethan and heading down the sand. The water was chilly, but she adjusted quickly, starting to paddle as soon as she could. The boys kept up with her well, which didn’t surprise her based on their biceps.

The separation came when the first swell came in. Koa surveyed it, eyes poignant to what was coming. When she recognized the way the water moved, she immediately turned and began to paddle. Three strokes and she should snag it.

Sure enough, the timing landed just right and she pushed up onto her board the way Amosa had taught her when she was three; press, tuck and push. The wave caught her in its grasp and pushed her forward, exhilaration pumping through every vein.

And on top of that board, headed towards the shore, she felt at home.

And in her ears, she heard Grayson.

Or Ethan. She wasn’t sure, but one or both of them were yelling behind her, cheering her on as she continued across the swell, steady and triumphant.

Grayson couldn’t look away. It sounded dumb, even in his head, but she looked majestic. He couldn’t think of another word for her as she floated across, as stable as if she was walking down the sidewalk. It made him gasp when she bailed to the side and tucked under the wave, but even that was graceful.

It took her a minute to get back to them, but the boys were still cheering. Ethan didn’t hesitate to pull her towards him, giving her a hug with wide eyes.

“You gotta teach us how to do that bro.”

“It’s all in the timing,” she explained, and then she was talking. Technique, and strategy and watching for the right ones, how to bail - everything she knew.

Grayson couldn’t get enough of hearing her talk, more animated than he’d ever heard her as she straddled her board and bobbed up and down in the waves.

“Help me catch one,” Ethan begged. She obliged him, watching closely as the next set rolled in.

“When I say it, no fucking around or you’ll miss it,” she reminded him. She saw one coming in quickly, gauged it in the same moment and began her instructions.

“Okay, go, go go go, now, up now!”

To his own amazement, Ethan caught it at the perfect time, feet getting underneath him more solidly than they ever had. He didn’t last as long as he hoped - it was no longboard, but still, he managed to ride it for a good 10 seconds before he bailed to the side. Grayson jeered at him with a smile, watching him bob back up and struggle to get back on his board to paddle out. He thought he could hear people cheering from the shore, and he hoped for a moment they hadn’t been recognized.

“My turn,” Grayson grinned, the butterflies in his stomach a product of Koa’s proximity or the waves, he couldn’t tell.

But when he turned, she was swimming away from him as fast as she could, desperate to get away from him it seemed.

The hurt came first, and then it was immediately replaced by panic. He put the pieces together quickly.

A woman yelling from the sand, running towards the water. Koa, barreling as fast as her arms could take her in the same direction.

And a small dot of pink, barely visible above the waves.

“That’s a kid, fuck, thats a KID!”

He swam as fast as he could, Ethan blindly following. But they were no match for Koa’s many years in the waves. She swam as fast as her board would take her, only slowing enough to ensure she didn’t hit the little girl. She was gasping, her blonde hair down over her forehead.

As gently as she could without wasting any time, Koa grabbed her and hauled her up onto the board, breathing for the first time when she realized the girl was okay.

“Hi sweetheart, are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s your name?” Koa brushed her hair back just as Grayson got there on his own board, panting.

“I’m Alice. I want my mommy,” she cried, shivering as she laid on the board.

“It’s okay baby, my name is Koa. I’m gonna help you get back to mommy, okay?”

But when Koa began to move, Alice cried louder, scrambling towards her and almost tipping the board.

“No, no the waves are too big! They’re gonna get us!” she whimpered, looking towards the shore. All of them could tell she was terrified, and Koa put on her most convincing smile.

“I know it! They’re pretty big, but guess what?”

“What?”

“Your mommy sent me to help because I have a special board, and it never tips over, no matter what. So we’ll be extra safe. And these guys are gonna follow us and make sure no waves get us, okay? We’ll be back to mommy so fast.”

She couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7, and Koa was glad. Children still trusted people. And Alice trusted her, her small hands grabbing onto the board as Koa began to kick them in with the boys following behind.

Ethan watched it happen, like the petals of a rose opening up for the first time in spring.

Grayson was melting. All it took was seeing her once in that light and he knew the reason why he’d sat outside of Monty’s, why he was willing to let her borrow the car, why it bothered him so much that she wanted nothing to do with him.

He watched her scoop Alice up and carry her to her mother, watched her accept the hug the little girl gave her in gratitude, and he knew that there was something about the stupid book deal, and Ethan being stubborn and her coming all the way from Hawaii that was meant to happen.

There was no going back from it.

It was done.

When Koa turned to look at him, she couldn’t read the emotion in his eyes. So she just looked; held his gaze and quirked her head a bit when it didn’t falter.

“What?”

“You just saved that kid’s life,” he said. “You’re incredible.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal, had to scoop up some cousins back home at least once a week.” She blew it off, but she blushed anyways.

“Says the hero. C’mon, I think that’s enough ocean for the day, let’s go get breakfast or something,” Ethan jumped in.

“You just don’t wanna let Grayson catch a wave,” Koa teased, nudging his shoulder. He bumped her back and Grayson watched with a smile as they all headed back up towards the car - he couldn’t care less about the waves he was leaving behind.

They got cleaned up and out of their wetsuits, and the best feeling came when Ethan tossed Grayson his keys and climbed into the back of the jeep over the frame, a silent push for Grayson to keep his momentum as Koa climbed into the passenger seat.

“Alright hero, what’s for breakfast?” He turned to her with a grin.

“Hmmm... bagels.”

“Bagels it is.”

#yes I am still pretending that ethan has the jeep okay ITS FINE LET ME LIVE #this was a good distraction #thanks for being patient :')#hiraeth

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ana-benn · 3 years

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Inspired by this interview:

If Only You Knew

Jamie Benn friends to lovers story featuring: angst, fluff, and a whole lot of miscommunication.

When you'd first accepted a job as the Stars PR assistant you figured you'd stay a few months, boost your resume, and move on. Quickly though you found yourself falling in love with the guys, and the job. It was fun to just be able to interact with them on a human level, and the fact that you knew the sport helped. They trusted you, so when your boss couldn't handle something you were called in. Especially if it was something pitiful. A guy wanted to do dinner and talk about getting his face out there more, or dealing with a girlfriend fall out. It usually fell on you.

The best part about the job was the friends you'd made, and for the first time in your life you had a beat friend. You and Jamie had instantly bonded, both being the ones who preferred sitting off by yourselves during events and parties. Of course the addition of Boston's resident playboy had originally put a damper on things, but they'd found a balance. Each bringing out the best in the other. It was endearing really, and you found yourself enjoying a different side of your best friend.

Gone was the shy behavior replaced by a new confidence and a desire to just be as good as he could. You found this new side of Jamie more and more attractive. At the same time it seemed all of a sudden the guy who'd schedule meetings when Tom, your boss, was busy so you'd have a built in excuse to have a mid-week hang out day was gone and all of a sudden he started dating like crazy. You'd spent so long taking for granted that Jamie was just as much of a workoholic as you, it was a shock to the system when he started bailing on your biweekly movies and junk food sessions. He wasn't able to eat crap that often, and you tried to eat right typically so it was a fun night, and one you both looked forward to.

Now here you stood in his dining room for the first time in months, after a decent but ultimately disappointing season, setting out a spread. Wings, pizza, beer, every kind of chip Jamie had in his pantry, with ice cream in the freezer for later. Your own growing interest in him romantically was under control at the idea of just spending quality time with your best friend.

"Hey!" Jamie greeted walking downstairs. "That smells amazing, but I've got to bail tonight. Jordie is on his way with crappy movies though so you and him can definitely hang out."

"Oh," was all you could think to say, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. "That's okay I'll just head home then."

"Come on, don't be like that. Jordie loves your company," Jamie tried.

"I like his too, but I kinda thought it would be nice to spend time with you," you tried to cover. "Don't worry about it. Another time."

"Come on, just hang out with Jordie. It's not like you have other plans," Jamie said walking to the living room.

You followed him, anger bubbling up, "I'm sorry?"

"Look you're here, right? So you didn't make plans, so hang out with Jordie, so you aren't alone," Jamie shrugged.

"I didn't make plans, because I thought you were making time for me for once." You muttered.

"What was that?" Jamie asked, you could sense his frustration mounting too.

"Jamie," you started, pausing to control your anger. "If you don't want to spend time with me that's fine. But don't pretend okay? I'm a big girl. I can find someone else to spend time with, you don't need to pawn me off on your brother."

"I'm not pawning you off," Jamie tried to placate you. "I just forgot Segs set up a double date, and I promised I'd come."

"Jamie, you don't have to do this," you sighed rubbing your fingers over your face.

"Obviously I do," he retorted.

"Jamie, just be honest!" You said exasperated.

"Honest about what, exactly?"

"You make time for the things you care about," you felt the break in your voice. "Don't pretend to care about me if you can't be damned to show it."

"Can we try irrational for $1000," Jamie snarked.

"I just can't do this anymore!" You yelled, furious. His mocking was the end of your rope.

"Really?" Jamie shouted back, sarcastically, "I thought you were being a bitch for no reason."

"You know what Jamie," you fumed. "Fuck you. I'm leaving." You went to grab your purse off the dining room table, where dinner sat getting cold.

"Fine," came his cold reply. "Lose my fucking number while you're at it."

"Bye Jamie," you said shutting his front door behind you.

You felt yourself fighting tears wondering how it came to this. Two hours ago you were excited, looking forward to a nice relaxing evening. Now it seemed everything was falling apart.

You made it into your car, and halfway to your apartment before the tears fell. You sucked it up long enough to get home, and before you'd even made it to you room your heart shattered. You laid in the hallway for an undeterminable amount of time, before the tears stopped. Your eyes hurt from crying so hard, and it felt like your heart had been removed from your body. You felt like you should call someone, anyone really, but the only voice you wanted to hear was the one who left you this sobbing waif.

It wasn't fair to expect Jamie to act any different really. You were the idiot who caught feelings, not him. He was free to date or spend his time however he wanted to. You just wanted the courtesy of him saying it, instead you lashed out and watched the friendship you'd built crumble.

That caused a new round of sobs as you thought you heard something in your hallway. You wrote it off as you focused on trying to calm your breathing. As you finally started to feel calm you heard a distinctive thump against your door. You slowly got up, wiping your face as best you could, thinking that there was a chance your elderly, Mr. Barnes, had fallen. You looked out your peephole and saw nothing. So you opened the door and before you could react you had a very drunk 6'2, 207 pound hockey player at your feet.

"It's you!" He exclaimed.

"Jamie?" You questioned. He nodded excitedly, "What are you doing here."

"I was drunk," he explained.

"I know that," you replied. "Why are you at my apartment instead of your house?"

"You've been crying," he announced finally getting up. You closed the door as he wandered to your couch, throwing himself on it. You hated how at home he looked here.

"Jamie, it's late I don't want to fight anymore. I'm going to get you a blanket," you said walking to your linen closet.

When you returned he looked at you with sad eyes, "I never want to fight with you."

"Jamie, I'm sorry about what I said okay. My feelings were hurt," you tried to soothe. He wasn't in a place to have a real conversation, but you knew he wouldn't sleep without something.

"You hurt mine first," he mumbled. His voice sounding much more sober suddenly.

"What?"

"You went out with Ben what's-his-face. I wanted to punch his face, but noooo. Tyler said I had to just let you realize we were perfect together, but you never did," he sounded so sad and broken.

"Jamie," you sighed out. But before you could say anything he was asleep.

You eventually made your own way to bed, determined to talk to Jamie tomorrow.

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The next morning you greeted Jamie with a bottle of water and Tylenol, "Here." You felt suddenly very shy with him, not knowing how today would go.

"Thanks," he mumbled downing all of it in one go. "How'd I get here?"

"I was hoping you knew."

"All I know is we fought, I went to my stupid dinner and I think I drank the place," he said rubbing his head. "Oh God, what did I say to you?" He suddenly jerked his head up.

"A lot actually. Apparently I hurt your feelings?" You said, not wanting to have this conversation, and also desperately wanting to have it.

"Look, I had feelings for you, but your my best friend. I shouldn't lash out like that, I'm sorry," Jamie apologized.

"What if I have feelings for you?" You asked, shyly meeting his brown eyes.

"Then, we have a new conversation to have," he said gulping slightly.

"I don't think so," you said, sliding your leg over his seating yourself on his leg. His hands immediately wrapping around your waist. "I think it's best if we just start right here." You kissed him softly.

"Now," you said, getting off him and taking his hand. "Neither of us got any sleep, so come with me." You pulled him back to your bed room onto your bed. As you both got situated his arms wrapped around you and your head rested on his shoulder. "We can't figure everything else out after we sleep," you whispered as you felt his lips against your head.

@captainbenn sorry it took so long. I already started a part two!

#jamie benn #oh captain my captain #dallas stars #hockey #dallas hockey #dallas sports #nhl #stars dallas #jamie benn fanfic #jamie benn x reader x tyler seguin

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ves-is-writing-bnha-again · 4 years

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Just Like That (Hitoshi Shinsou)

@myherowritings this is all your fault. You knew this was coming. If you haven’t read her “You Suck At Gaming” series do it. You won’t be disappointed I promise.

Summary: Y/n needed some help learning how to not suck at gaming. Shinsou is willing to help.

Warnings: Smut. Plain and Simple. Little bit of plot if you squint.

“So you’ll really help me?” You asked, looking up at the purple haired man in front of you.

“Of course.” He replied with a lazy smirk.

You two had decided to meet up at a cafe. It wasn’t a very popular one so not a lot of people went to it meaning neither of you would be recognized.

Your eyes lit up at his response, “Great! So when do you think we could meet up again?”

“When are you next available?” He asked you, taking a sip of his black coffee (fight me) as he leaned back in his seat. You unlocked your phone and looked at your calendar.

“Um I have a livestream with Denki tomorrow but we could meet up at my place after if you want?” You offered and he nodded, “Yeah, I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow.” He agreed and you grinned.

“Yay!” You cheered and he let out a short laugh, “You are almost way too cheerful.” He said and you stuck your tongue out at him, “Just cause you’re a grumpy eboy all the time doesn’t mean other people can’t be happy.”

“I’m not an eboy.”

“Okay fine. As I said on Twitter. Daddy it is then.”

“Alright then, kitten.”

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“So, Y/n got any plans after I leave or are you gonna be lonely like you always are.” Denki joked during you guys’ livestream.

“Actually Shinsou’s coming over to help me get better at gaming.” You stated and Denki choked on his tea.

“What?” He said between coughs.

“I said what I said.” You told him as you pat his back. He finally stopped coughing and cleared his throat, “You sure he’s coming over to help you with gaming? He doesn’t have any… hidden intentions?” He asked, winking at you and nudging you suggestively.

You gasped, slapping his arm lightly, “It is nothing like that. I asked him to help me and he agreed plain and simple.”

“Yeah, he agreed but how do you know he didn’t agree in hopes of getting something else in return?” Denki asked, looking at you with raised eyebrows over the side of his mug as he sipped his tea.

“Well would you look at the time! It’s been an hour and a half! Livestream is now over goodbye Denki!” You said, shoving him off the couch right as he set down the mug.

You waved and said goodbye to everyone watching before ending the stream and putting everything away.

“You can deny it all you want Y/n but I can tell that gaming isn’t the only thing that will happen with you two. Alone. Here in this empty apartment. Just the two of you. Nobody to bother you.” He said, laughing as you pushed him towards the door.

“Bye!” You said, slamming the door in his face. You could hear him cackling as he left. His laughter growing quieter as he moved farther away.

You grabbed the empty mug up off the coffee table and went over to the kitchen to rinse it out.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.

Thinking it was Denki being a dumbass and he probably forgot something, you swung the door open.

Only it wasn’t Denki. It was Shinsou.

“Why was Kaminari laughing when he saw me?” He asked suspiciously, thinking that maybe you two were talking about him.

“Oh don’t worry about him, he’s an idiot. Please come in.” You smiled at him as you moved out of the way for him to enter.

He came in and saw that the couch was still a bit of a mess from you and Denki being stupid earlier

“You two have fun?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you came over to him.

“Uh yeah. We literally just ended the stream less than ten minutes ago so I still haven’t completely cleaned up yet.” You said, sighing as you looked at the mess. Most of it being Denki’s fault, but he bailed instead of helping you clean. Granted, you shoved him out of your apartment, but he never offered to try and come back in to help.

“Well you can focus on that later. Where else can we do this?” He asked you and you paused for a second.

“Uhh… the only other console I have is in my room…” You said and he shrugged, “Well let’s go up there than.” He said.

You nodded and started heading towards the stairs, him following close behind.

Denki’s words started floating around in your head suddenly.

‘I can tell that gaming isn’t the only thing that will happen with you two’

You shook your head slightly to get rid of the thoughts. He was helping you get better at gaming. He was only here to help you.

Right?

“You’ve been quiet.” Shinsou said suddenly and you jumped a bit, “Sorry, just thinking about something.” You replied.

He eyed you for a second, “Something? Or someone?” He asked, that same lazy smirk from yesterday reappearing on his face.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” You told him with a smile as you opened the door to your room, “Anyway here we are. Console is right there.” You said, pointing at the console that sat on your tv stand across from your bed.

He sat down at the edge of your bed as you turned on the tv and console and grabbed two controllers before sitting down next to him.

“Let’s start with Overwatch. Since that was the one you sucked at the most.” He said with that same damn smirk on his face.

“Okay.” You said, luckily the game was already in, since you had forgotten to take it out.

“You started up a match and within ten minutes not only had you killed about half your team mates, but you died as well.

Shinsou huffed in amusement, “Wow you suck even more in person.” He stated and you pouted, “It’s not my fault the game is hard.” You said in defense.

“Let me see that for a moment.” He said before taking the controller from you. He started up a new match and twenty minutes later he won. He looked at you with a cocky smile, “Didn’t seem that hard to me.” He teased.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Eboy…” You muttered, “What was that?” He asked, starting up a new round, “Nothing.” You said, watching as he killed the other team with ease.

The round ended a few minutes later and he handed you the controller.

“Come here” He said, patting his leg.

“What?” You asked him incredulously.

“Come here. It’s easier to show you what buttons to press if you’re sitting on my lap.” He said.

You hesitated for a second. Denki’s words floating around in your head again before you thought to yourself ‘fuck it’

You moved over to him and he pulled you onto his lap and had you sit so that you were both facing the tv.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, putting his hands over yours on the controller.

He started explaining the buttons and what to press when, but you couldn’t focus cause holy shit he was warm.

You were so distracted that you didn’t hear him calling you.

“Y/n.” He said, nudging you. You snapped out of your daze, “Huh?” You asked and he huffed, “Were you even listening?” He asked and you nodded quickly, “Yeah I was.” You lied. You were definitely not listening.

He stared at you for a second before smirking, “Alright then. Let’s start a new match and see how you do.” He said and before you could protest he had already started it.

You died within two minutes.

“Hmm seems you weren’t listening like you said you were huh kitten?” He asked, looking at you, knowing fully well you lied.

“I was listening! I just…panicked.” You claimed.

“Is that so kitten? You weren’t…distracted?” He asked, leaning closer to the side of your face. You could feel your face heating up at how close he was.

Your lack of response seemed to amuse yet annoy him at the same time, “Well? Aren;t you going to defend your pride like you usually do?” He asked smugly, knowing fully well what he was doing to you.

“Umm let’s…let’s do another round.” You said, voice slightly shaky, “Can you…can you explain everything again?” You asked him and he grinned, “Of course.” He said and went over the buttons again. This time you actually listened. Kind of.

Another round started and this time your were actually doing a decent job of not killing your team mates or dying.

Just as you were shooting at one of the enemies you felt something brush between your legs. You jumped slightly, since you weren’t expecting it, and you heard a really quiet groan come from Shinsou but when you looked at him he was still looking at the tv with a straight face.

When you looked back at the screen you realized you had died.

“Looks like you lost again Kitten.” He said as he looked at you and you pouted, “You distracted me!” You argued and he smirked, “I did no such thing.” He said, watching the annoyance start to show on your face.

“Yes you did! You….you…” You said but started to trail off, too embarrassed to say it.

“Did what? This?” He asked before brushing against you again, causing you to gasp slightly as his smirk grew.

“Yes that. Don’t do that it’s distracting.” You said, voice shaking again.

“Why? Do you like it? Is that why it’s distracting?” He asked, taking two fingers and lightly rubbing you over your jeans.

You jolted slightly as a whimper escaped your lips.

“Shinsou please.” You whined as he leaned closer to your neck, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked and you shook your head, “No.”

“Well then.” He suddenly stopped and you whined, “Let’s do another much and if you do well I’ll keep going.” He said, leaving a light kiss on your neck.

“Go on.” He said, hitting start on the game and a new match started loading.

“Shinsou-” “Shhhh don’t worry kitten I won’t leave you hanging.” He said as the match started. Although you were trembling slightly, you did manage to last longer than before, especially since Shinsou refrained from touching you this time.

Granted, you still died, but you did put up a decent fight, and apparently Shinsou thought that was good enough. That or he was just getting impatient.

His hand found itself between your legs again and this time he applied more pressure than before. You squealed slightly and whimpered.

“You did such a good job kitten.” He said, peppering kisses along your neck.

Your hips bucked slightly against his fingers, causing you to grind against him, but you weren’t paying much attention. At least not until you noticed the growing bulge pressing against you.

You ground aginst him again and he groaned before wrapping his other arm tightly around your waist, holding you in place so you couldn’t move.

His lips moved up to your ear, “You’re a naughty little kitten aren’t you? Rubbing yourself against me like that. Are you that desperate kitten? Are you that desperate for me to touch you?” He asked lowly and you whimpered.

“Shinsou please.” You begged and you felt more pressure.

“Shit kitten I love hearing you talk like that.” He groaned.

He started unbuttoning your jeans and the second he did so he slipped his hand in and started rubbing circles on your clit over your underwear. You whined and moaned softly.

“Do you like that kitten?” He asked you, his warm breath fanning on your ear.

You nodded, not trusting your words. His left arm kept you from moving still and you gripped it with your hand as the other held on to his right wrist as he applied more pressure.

Suddenly he stopped.

“No!” You cried as he removed his arm from around your waist.

“Stand up.” He demanded and you looked at him, confused, “What?” You asked, still slightly dazed.

“Stand up for me kitten.” He stated and you did so, your legs shaking slightly as you stood in front of him.

He turned you around and unzipped your jeans the rest of the way before sliding them down your legs. He glanced at your black lace underwear for a second and noticed they were soaked.

“Fuck kitten you’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He said, running the tips of his fingers up the sides of your thighs before hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down your legs.

You kicked them off along with your jeans and he looked at you, “Shirt.” He said and you already knew what he meant.

Slipping your shirt over your head, you felt his warm hands run across your sides as he reached behind you to unclip your bra before discarding that with the rest of your clothing.

“Fuck.” He breathed as his eyes scanned over you.

“Come here.” He said, moving farther up your bed to your pillows, motioning for you to join him.

Climbing onto the bed with him he grabbed your hips and moved you to hover over his lap before he guided you farther up as he laid down until you were hovering over his face.

He looked up at you for a brief moment to make sure you were okay with it before leaning forward and licking a long stripe up your slit.

You let out a loud moan and gripped the headboard as he lapped at your slit.

His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked harshly causing you to run you hand through his hair and tug on it. He groaned at that as his hands tightened their grip on your hips to keep you from moving. The vibrations from him caused you to moan again as he sucked at your clit, occasionally going down and slipping into your heat before coming back up.

You felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance before slipping in and you whined at the intrusion.

He started a fast pace, adding in another one as he went. Then another. You were shaking at this point. He curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion and you jolted as he brushed against that one special spot and you saw stars.

You were groaning and saying his name like a mantra and it was like music to her ears. He kept his relentless pace, not giving you a chance to calm down, and when you started clenching around his fingers he knew you were close. He started sucking more harshly at your clit as his fingers moved more rapidly inside you, bringing you closer and closer until you released all over his fingers and face with a squeal.

He moved you off of him and pinned you to the bed, “Did you think we were finished?” He asked lowly as he scanned over you again. You were panting heavily as a very thin layer of sweat made your skin glisten slightly.

He sat up on his knees, pulling off his shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room before standing and undoing the belt on his jeans and sliding them off leaving him in his black boxers.

You sat up as he took them off before coming back to you. Before he could get back on the bed, you stopped him.

He looked at you questioningly for a second before groaning at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him. You were amazed at his size and wondered how the hell he would even fit considering your fingers weren’t even touching.

Without any warning you leaned forward and licked the tip lightly causing him to groan slightly. He weaved his fingers into your hair and tugged on it as you wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking slightly as your hand stayed wrapped around the base. Your other hand came up to rest against his thigh and pull him closer to you as you lowered your head, taking more of him into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly but kept going until your nose brushed against him.

Gagging slightly, you started bobbing your head, hallowing your cheeks as you rested both hands on the back of his thighs to keep him in place, your nails digging into his skin slightly.

His hand tugged harder on your hair and you moaned which caused him to do the same.

“Oh fuck kitten just like that. Just like that baby. Fuck.” He said, his hips bucking into your mouth slightly as his other hand weaved through your hair.

You looked up at him to see his head was leaning back as his eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were parted.

You hummed around him which caused him to curse as he gripped the back of your head and start bucking his hips more.

You held onto his thighs tight to keep your balance as he practically fucked your mouth.

“Fuuuck kitten.” He moaned as his hips thrusted more.

He managed to open his eyes and look at you.

“Look at you kitten.” He panted as his thumb stroked your cheek, “You look so pretty sucking my cock like that. It makes me wonder how you’ll look when I stuff it in your little pussy later.” He groaned and you nearly came at his words alone.

“Is that- oh fuck- what you want kitten? You want me to..hah.. stuff you with my cock? Rail you into the mattress and fill you up with my cum? Would you like that?” He asked, panting heavily between each sentence. You moaned around him and he smirked, “I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”

He pulled himself out of your mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips and his tip.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back kitten.” He demanded and you scrambled up and onto the bed, doing exactly as he said. He climbed over you so his face was level with yours.

He placed one hand on the back of your neck and pulled you up into a deep kiss before pulling away, “My kitten.” He said as he lined himself up before thrusting in completely.

Your head fell back as your lips parted in a silent scream as he as he gave you a few seconds to adjust then began a fast pace.

His hands gripped your hips and you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care as his hips snapped harshly into yours.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, bring him closer to you as your arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

“Shinsou.” You whined as you buried your face into his neck.

“Hitoshi.” He panted, “Please call me that.” He begged as one arm came up to lay next to your head.

“Hitoshi!” You cried and he cursed.

You didn’t think it was possible but he started going faster after you said his name and moaned louder when he hit a spot you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, There! Right there! Please!” You begged and he angled his hips so he’d keep hitting it.

All that could be heard was the echoes of moans, groans, and skin slapping against skin.

You gripped his back, scratching down it causing him to hiss slightly in pain but it was quickly forgotten about as he pounded you into the mattress just like he said he would. He started leaving hickeys on your neck, taking advantage of the space provided from your head being thrown back as you cried out.

He suddenly sat up and gripped your hips tighter than before as he thrusted into you at a different angle which caused him to go deeper.

Your moans encouraged him to keep going as you cried out his name like it was the only word you knew.

“Fuck kitten you’re so damn tight.” He panted, “You look so pretty stuffed with my cock. I could get used to seeing you like this.” He said, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

He reached down and rubbed at your clit again which caused you to clench around him which left him breathless for a moment.

You whimpered, “Hitoshi fuck I’m so close. Please.” You begged and he grinned smugly, “Are you gonna cum kitten? Are you gonna cum around my cock like a good little kitten?” He asked, his thrusts becoming irregular as he got closer himself.

“Yes! Yes, please let me cum please!” You cried and his grin widened.

“Come on kitten. Cum for me.” He cooed as he kept thrusting harshly into you.

You clenched around him tighter than ever as you came with a scream and cry of his name. He gripped your hips as tight as possible as he buried himself in you as far as he could go and unloaded inside you, making you feel warm.

He kept thrusting lightly, easing both of you down from your high before pulling out of you, watching his cum drip out of you slightly before getting up and finding your bathroom, which he had seen earlier, and coming back with a wet washcloth.

He cleaned you up and picked you up, placing you back down so your head was laying on the pillows and threw a blanket over you. He climbed in on the other side and pulled you closer to his before grabbing your hand and placing soft and light kisses along your knuckles and fingers, both of you still slightly dazed and growing tired

“My kitten.” He mumbled sleepily as he looked at you, “Your kitten.” You replied as you turned and moved closer, cuddling him, and you saw him smile. A soft, genuine smile.

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Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Fandom : One Chicago Word count : 1,590 words Disclaimer

Previously on this fic : Part 1 🞂 Part 2 🞂 Part 3

Part 4

Jay whistles as he steps into the Intelligence Unit area the next day. “Good morning!”, greets him to the room. “You’re chirpy today”, his partner, Hailey Upton notices.

“Am I? Isn’t this just a beautiful morning?”, Jay points out to the window. The wind is blowing hard outside and it’s a bit cloudy. Hailey looks at her partner suspiciously. Jay hums happily as he opens a file at his desk.

"Nobody should be that happy looking at a case report", Adam Ruzek comments.

"Have you finished your report from yesterday's case, Ruzek?", Al Olinsky asks his partner

"No. But it's still unbecoming to see", Adam jerks his head to Jay.

"You don't have to be as happy as Halstead there, but get to it!", Al scolds him. Adam grumbly sits on his desk, finishing his report.

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You're getting ready to leave the clinic after a harsh PT session. Today's exercise left your feet feels sore. As you pack up, your physical therapist comes holding a file in his hand. "Hey, can we talk for a moment?"

"Is everything okay?", you ask him as you see him frowning.

"I've discussed your latest scan with your doctor at Med. I informed them of your progress and current condition. We agree that we need to extend your treatment for another month", he explains to you.

"What? But I feel fine!", you ask him disbelievingly.

"Yeah, but that cramp you got at the swimming pool? We think there's something else that caused it. So just to be safe, we are gonna redo the previous segment again. A month to redo and another month for the last segment", he discloses.

You sit down at the bench, unable to say anything. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know you are eager to go back home to Amsterdam. But we cannot let you go without being 100% sure that you're completely healthy", your trainer tries to console you. "I believe you will do well, Y/N. Two months are going to fly by unnoticed". You just rub your face, trying to hold yourself together. "Alright", since you're not sure what else you can say.

As you arrive back at your place, you know you should've started to cook lunch. But you're not in the mood to do anything else than go hide your pain from the universe under your duvet.

Before you reach your bedroom, your phone rings. Without seeing the caller, you flatly pick it up, "Hello?"

"Uhm, Hi Y/N?", a deep voice sounds unsure on the other line. You recognize that voice and suddenly you feel warm.

"Jay Halstead, Nice to hear your voice", you reply. "It's lovely to hear yours too.", you can hear a smile in Jay's reply.

"Are you on lunch break, Detective Halstead?", you ask him.

"Sort of? I'm leaving the 21st District now to meet my CI. Probably will get a sandwich on the way", Jay informs you.

"No rest for the wicked, eh?", you retort. Jay lets out an infectious laugh that makes you giggle. "Are you busy tonight?", Jay boldly asks.

Temporarily forgetting your pain, you quickly answer, "I haven't been busy in the last two months"

"Wanna go out to dinner with me?", Jay suggests. "Sure. Where to?", you easily agree.

Jay hasn't thought that far before. He only knows that he'd like to see you soon. So he tries a diversion tactic, "Err, it's a surprise. I'll pick you up at 7?"

"Okay. I'll be ready", you say with a smile. "See you tonight", as Jay ends the call.

Talking to Jay made you feel better. Add that with the prospect of date night, you are quite excited now. You change your mind about hiding under the duvet instead you go to your kitchen to cook lunch.

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Jay sits in the car with Hailey. They are staking out a food truck, where the suspect has been seen to visit frequently. “Hey, what do you think of Mexican food on a first date?”, Jay suddenly asks Hailey.

“You’re asking me out, Halstead?”, Hailey quips back, eyes stay on the food truck.

“What? No! I mean, what do you think if your date takes you to a Mexican restaurant on a first date?”, Jay tries to clarify.

“Well, I like Mexican food. So I wouldn’t mind”, answers Hailey. Jay hums in response.

“But other girls might. Why are you asking me this anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be a slick playboy who can pull anyone?”, Hailey taunts him. Jay protests, “I am not”.

“Yes, you are! And usually, you’re proud of that! This person must’ve been really special if you’re thinking this hard”, Hailey wonders.

“I think she might”, Jay agrees. It’s so softly spoken, Hailey isn’t sure she heard it right. But before Hailey can ask further, “That’s our guy”, Jay says as he got out of the car.

Their suspect turned out to be a dead end. Jay got a bad feeling about this case. So he texts you to cancel the date. Hey, can we take a rain check for tonight?

Is this you bailing on me, Detective?. He's seen your reply, but Jay doesn't have time to answer. He just hopes you understand.

It’s quite late at night, but the Intelligence Unit hasn’t been able to solve the case. So they all stay back at the office, working hard. Jay goes to the break room to refill his coffee mug. He pulls out his phone and calls you as he waits for the coffee to brew.

"Hey, Jay. Catch the bad guy yet?", you ask as you pick up.

"Hi Y/N. Not yet. Seems like it's going to be a long night. I'm sorry we have to reschedule our dinner date", Jay says in regret.

"It's okay. I get it. You told me before right?", you answer patiently.

"It's not my intention to bail. I really want to see you", he sounds disappointed.

"Hey, it's alright. As I say, I'm never busy nowadays. So let me know whenever you have time, we'll make it", you try to comfort him.

"Why are you so lovely?" He gratefully asks you. "Maybe because you are too?", you flirt in response.

Jay sees the coffee is done brewing. He stands up from his chair and one-handedly pours the coffee into his cup. "I gotta go back to work", he informs you halfheartedly.

"Of course. You'll be safe, right Jay?", you request him.

“Yeah, I will. Sleep tight, alright? Dream of me. Bye”, as he disconnects the call.

Hailey enters the break room just as Jay ends his phone call. “I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to see you making kissy noise, Halstead”, Hailey mocks him. Jay just throws a packet of sugar to Hailey’s head and left the room.

The next morning, they feel like they’re getting closer to catch the perp. Jay puts his hand to close his mouth when he feels a big yawn coming. The landline on his desk then rings. “Halstead”, he picks it up.

“Hey, Detective, there’s somebody down here asking to see you”, Trudy Platt on the other line. He’s not sure who would it be, so he’s surprised when he saw you standing in front of Trudy’s desk.

"Hi, Y/N. You’re a sight for sore eyes”, he gives you a hug and a kiss on your cheek.

You grin at Jay, “Hi, Jay. I brought coffee and breakfast for you and the team. I thought you guys could have some meal after working all night. It’s not much, but I hope it slightly helps”.

Jay’s eyes widened in surprise, “Seriously? You are an angel”, Jay kissed you on your forehead.

“I have to go now, my cab is waiting. You’ll be careful, right Jay?”, you inquire him again.

“I will. I’ll call you later, okay? Hope you have a great day!”, Jay gives you one last hug.

“Bye, Sergeant Platt!”, you wave to Trudy, who waves back with the breakfast wrap from you.

“That one is a keeper, Chuckles”, Trudy said to Jay. “Don’t I know it, Sergeant”, Jay noted.

Jay brings the paper bag of breakfast and coffee up to his unit. “I smell good coffee. And food. Why do you have coffee and food, Halstead?”, Adam looks hopefully at Jay.

“Because my girlfriend is a wonderful human being”, as Jay distributes the wrap and coffee. “I didn’t know you have a girlfriend”, Antonio gives his wrap a big bite. “Ooh, I’m so hungry. This tastes great! Thank your girlfriend for me, Halstead”.

Jay sits down to enjoy his breakfast and pulls out his phone to text you. I’m the popular guy at the office now since my girl brought food for us. The team owes you.

Not long before he receives your reply So I’m your girl, now?.

Jay loses a bit of his confidence, Too soon?, he texts back.

We'll see after the dinner date, you vaguely reply.

It isn’t until almost evening, they finally close the case. Jay is doing his report when he hears Antonio saying out of nowhere, “La Sabrosa, great Cuban place near McKinley Park.” Jay ignores him since he's not sure who's Dawson talking to.

“Place looks good, quite intimate. No reservations needed, but there might be a waiting list if you come in the middle of dinner time, Halstead”, he continues. Jay pauses in confusion for a moment. “Upton said you’re looking for a restaurant for a first date”, Antonio simply explained. Jay glares at Hailey. She just puts her hands up apologetically.

“I’ll consider that. Thank you”, Jay simply says.

Next on this fic : Part 5

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On The Line: Part 1 of 3 (KamiJirou Short Story)

No quirk AU, normal life and all. Enjoy

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Jirou’s phone buzzed. She frowned when she saw that it was an unknown number, but the country code was that of Japan’s. She answered, assuming it would be a prank caller, or Mina using a stranger’s phone because hers died from playing battery-draining gacha games.

“Hello?”

“Hi!” A boyish voice was on the other end, sounding slightly out of breath. “I’m Denki Kaminari, I need your help.”

Prank caller it is. Although it was unusual for them to introduce themselves by an actual name, It was likely fake.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number,” She responded, mustering all the politeness she had at this stranger who was interrupting her precious break time.

“No, no, please! You’re 81907621 right?”

“That’s correct,” Mechanically she said, taking a sip of her coffee and feeling a growing sense of frustration of how much time this Kaminari was wasting.

“Just give me 15 seconds!” His voice was fraught with panic, so much so that Jirou started to question how genuine this person was.

Rubbing her temples, she sighed, “Ok. 15 seconds for your sales pitch, and I’m hanging up.” She definitely could have hung up 10 seconds ago, but on the off chance this wasn’t a prank call, or a scammer, but an actual person in dire need of whatever assistance Jirou was supposed to provide, then so be it.

“I’m applying for a job, and they asked for references, and I meant to put down my ex-teacher’s phone number, but I accidentally put yours instead, and I just found out and the company said they would be calling you soon and I really, really need you to tell them I’m suitable and not that I screwed up my application. I know it sounds stupid but I can prove it. My teacher’s name is Shota Aizawa and he’s a teacher at U.A High. You can look it up!”

Kyoka whistled under her breath at how fast he had managed to speak, and even more so that she caught it all. Guess being friends with fast talkers like Ashido and Momo was a good life skill after all.

“Okay, I’ll google him and you to see if you’re telling the truth. You’re an alumnus there? What year?”

“Graduated just last semester.”

“Hm, how convenient. I did too. Lucky you landed me and not some old lady.”

There was a nervous chuckle on the other end. “I swear it’s the truth. Please help me, I’ll even pay you if need be. Just don’t tell the company I messed up.”

Some employee he would be, Jirou grumbled internally, though she did sympathise with his self-caused plight. She could remember the bunch of times she had total failures and had to be bailed out.

“I’ll call you back in 5 minutes. And the second you ask for my credit card number I’m reporting you to the police, got it?”

“Yes!” He yelped.

Jirou hung up, and then resumed her break, wondering whether all of this was worth the trouble. With another sigh, she pulled out her laptop and typed in the names she heard.

“Hmm. It all checks out,” She muttered, scrolling through U.A High’s official website. Looking through social media accounts, she repeatedly saw both Shota Aizawa’s face in staff photos as well as Denki Kaminari. While the former looked as if he had woken up five minutes before taking the photo, the latter sported a mischievous look, with yellow, unkempt hair.

In other words, Denki Kaminari looked exactly like the type of person who would fill in the wrong number in an extremely important document.

Closing her laptop, she sent a text message to Kaminari’s number. “Send a selfie. I need to make sure it’s you.”

The reply – sent in a record-breaking time, she might add, was more amusing than she thought, seeing his expression that spoke levels of, “I’m not sure what face I should make for this.” Nonetheless, she was pretty convinced that Kaminari wasn’t bullshitting her.

“Alright,” Jirou began when Kaminari answered her call, “I believe you. So, what do you need me to do?”

“Uh, right, I just need you to pretend to be my ex-teacher and answer their questions.”

“Right, but I’m a girl, if you haven’t noticed. Wouldn’t your teacher have a more gravelly voice, from the looks of him?”

A pause. “Sorry, I did not consider that. Uh...” The frantic pace in his voice was returning. “Do you have boyfriends?”

Jirou coughed to contain her laughter at the question, that Kaminari immediately corrected.

“Shit – I didn’t mean it like that! Like – boy friends. Guy friends, friends who are guys!”

“Yeah, so I give the phone to them?

“If you could, I would be so, so thankful.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. But now, you’re going to have to fill me in on your life story, or the parts relevant to this job. What are you applying for, by the way?”

“It’s an admin job at a tuition agency.”

“Okay. Could you text me whatever’s needed? I’ll deliver all this to my friend.”

“Sure, sure. Thanks so much for helping me with this, by the way. I could send you some money or something.”

“Let’s discuss that later. Do you know when they’ll call?”

“Well it’s the lunch hour now, maybe in an hour or two?”

“Gotcha. Call you back when it’s all over, and good luck to you.”

“Okay. Bye!”

Jirou hung up, and called another person, “Yo. Meet me in the canteen ASAP.”

5 minutes later, a tired Hitoshi Shinsou sat down in front of her, tired being a redundant adjective. “What’s up?”

Kyoka began to explain. Shinso’s face barely shifted throughout, and he only had one question at the end. “How are you so sure I can imitate this Aizawa person?”

“Here’s a video of him delivering a speech.”

After five seconds of listening, Shinso put down the earphones. “Alright, so I just speak normally. Got it.”

A smile curled at Jirou’s lip. It had been an admittedly boring day of classes. Maybe this plot of sorts would make it more interesting, but Jirou wouldn’t admit it to herself yet, but she was becoming more interested in this character of Kaminari Denki.

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Just a plot idea I thought of and saw how applicable it was to these two characters. I’m not sure whether it’s been done before, but the wrong number texting trope has been. *coughs in Dial and Error by Ionica01 which is one of the best Todomomo fics I’ve read* I’ve linked it, hope she doesn’t mind ._. But it really is very good IMO.

Anyway, I swear this is just a 3 part story. Not a full length novel/novella. I’m working on c25.

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