SYN . It's a well known joke in the group that Juhoon's got a thing for Martin's older sister. But when the time comes when your boyfriend actually starts slacking off, Juhoon wastes no time to swoop in and take his chances.
✏️ ... whoop! my first ever juhoon fic lolz lemme know watchu think this is inspired by shinee's replay
✏️ .. part 2 any1? comment #teamjju to root for our man and get tagged for the 2nd part🤞🏻
SYNOPSIS — in which you won’t stop texting the gc about the fine senior that left.
pairing bsf!0t4 cortis x reader x James
warnings cursing, "die" jokes, underage drinking, drunkenness, reader is into James(“into” is an understatement), Keonho is a menace, reader is embarrassing
notes ! Finally part 2! Ngl I had two endings for this but decided to go with this due to my friends convincing me lmao. I also want to point out that y/n is meant to be in between 08 and 05, so older than martin and juhoon but younger than James. This is to just make it less weird lol.
a/n: this was inspired by that one meme where its like oh seven minutes in heaven make out or strangle him with a coat hanger idek man
i honestly really want to make a version of this for nagi as well HAHA
summary: kenma and you, against both of your wills, end up inside of a closet to play seven minutes in heaven. but that sounds like a hassle, so you decide to play video games instead.
you hated this party. you really did. it was too noisy, too chaotic, and far too packed with people for your liking. but very unfortunately for you, you'd been dragged out of the comfort of your room by some friends, which was the only reason why you were spending your friday evening like this.
it wasn't that you hated people; they were just... tiring. so really, your friends were more like extroverts who had one day adopted you and who you had slowly began to tolerate being around.
there were still, of course, times like this, in which you regretted ever getting to know these people.
to make matters worse, because high schoolers did not understand the meaning of 'responsible actions that will not be regretted the following day', you got dragged into a game. seven minutes in heaven, to be specific.
and as much as you wanted to run out of the room, that sounded like too much of a hassle. and judging by the amount of people playing, the probability that you would get picked and have to do anything was immensely low anyway.
so you sat down and watched as the bottle spun in circles, ultimately pointing straight towards a boy on the other side of the room. you'd seen him once or twice, but you didn't know much more about him other than the fact that he had hair that looked like pudding and always seemed to be around tetsuro, one of the most popular students of your school.
the boy looked just as inconvenienced as you, a frown playing on his lips. "oooh, kenma!! let's see who you get~"
the bottle was spun once more, this time slowing down nearer to your side of the circle. oh, perhaps your friend would be forced to play. or maybe the girl on the other side of you. or-
"y/n! oh my gosh, it's the two biggest introverts!"
"maybe they're both secretly freaks, who knows?"
"both of you guys, get into the closet!"
it was confirmed. the world hated you. no, not just the world. the universe. yeah. the universe hated you.
before you could continue on with your brooding, though, you were being pushed into the closet, which was far too dark and small for your liking, along with the boy - kenma.
the closet door shut, and you heard a voice call out: "your seven minutes start... now!"
both you and kenma were silent for a moment. and in almost ironic synchronization, both of you reached into your pockets and pulled out play station portables.
the two of you looked up at each other. blinked once. twice. and burst out into soft laughter.
"...you have a psp as well?"
"yeah, of course. what games do you play on yours?"
"a little of everything. right now it's metal gear."
"oh, that's really fun. i played it a couple months ago."
in moments, the two of you were bonding over video games and your mutual love for them. kenma wasn't loud or flashy, and you appreciated that. he knew what he was talking about too, regarding video games, and it was nice to get to nerd out about that with someone who cared.
soon enough, both of you were playing random games on your devices, little questions and comments about yourselves occasionally being spoken.
"have you played persona 3?"
"don't get mad at me, but... not yet."
"oh, same. i keep putting it off."
"...hey, so other than gaming, what do you like to do in your free time?"
"i play volleyball. i don't like it all the time, though. gaming's the most fun thing for me, overall."
"yeah, i can tell. you're really good, you know?"
"thanks. i kinda want to be a streamer after i graduate."
"really? no way, me too! i probably won't though. but if you ever follow through with that, let me know, okay?"
and before you knew it, you were enjoying yourself far more than you thought you ever would. you had just finished exchanging numbers, but of course, your time was up far too soon, and you swore seven minutes had never gone by that fast in your entire life.
lights from the room blinded the two of you as the closet door opened once more. countless voices spoke at the same time, obviously already jumping to conclusions. the two of you had, at some point, both sat down, right next to each other, so you could more easily see both the screens of your psp's.
"well, time's up," kenma sighed softly, standing up and offering a hand to help you up. "i'll see you around, y/n?"
"yeah. i'll see you around, kenma. it was really fun getting to meet you. good luck on that streaming thing, by the way."
by the time you were walking back home with some of your friends, they were still staring at you as though you were some alien.
"...what could've possibly happened in that closet to get y/n like this?"
"no clue. i'm scared."
"d'you think they made out or something?"
"no way. they probably just read each others' minds and communicated nonverbally the whole seven minutes."
finally, you turned and smiled ever so slightly. "thanks for dragging me out here, guys. it was... fun."
their jaws dropped even further at that.
"yeah, i don't want to know what happened in there."
🪽 . . .⠀⠀touya todoroki x fem!vampire quirk!reader 𓏵 childhood bestfriends to lovers ⸝⸝ touya’s childhood abuse is mention in the beginning ⸝⸝ smoking
you had been one of the few children touya was close to. he was there when your fangs had come in at just four years old, curiously leaning in as you showed them off. he had been there when you would run to the bathroom to drink blood from a juice box, sitting on the cold tiled floor with you—almost a daily occurrence.
you were heavily bullied for her quirk, being told you’d become a villain because of it. touya was one who had defended you, despite the punishments he received at home for using his fire to threaten other children. he would see you the following day, bruises just barely peaking from under clothes. you would kiss them softly.
“mama says kisses make everything better,” you’d say each time.
you faced the beginning of middle school together. you smoked their first cigarette together. way too young, definitely, but you both believed it would offer relief. he laughed when you coughed obnoxiously, then you laughed when he did just the same.
the day you found out about the fire from fuyumi, you broke into screaming sobs in her arms. those two girls sobbed in one another’s arms for hours, eyes swollen and shirts soaked with the other’s tears.
touya didn’t know that bit now. it had been, what, ten years? he glanced at the scars on his arms and bare torso. would you have kissed those, too? he wondered what you had become each day. you hadn’t become a hero, as you would’ve been in the news. for that, he was grateful. you were out of shigaraki’s radar.
you had stayed close to fuyumi, but you did not speak to natsuo and shoto as much. they only existed because touya hadn’t met endeavor’s expectations. you resented them just a bit for that. not enough to truly hate them, but seeing them left a bitter taste in her mouth.
one night, after swinging by the convenience store for a late snack, you were walking back to her apartment complex. as you walked, a man with his hood pulled high and his head low passed you, shoulder bumping hers. you stopped, whipping around at him.
“the fuck’s your problem?” you snapped.
the man slowed to a stop, glancing back at you. his eyes focused on you, as if assessing that dealing with you was worth his time.
as the streetlight caught in his eyes, you could have sworn you recognized them. vibrant teal, just a bit dulled by the misery forced upon them. touya—
no, no. impossible. he had died ten years ago in that fire. temperatures had reached so high that his bones had even been turned to ash.
when your lips parted in shock, his eyes caught the glint of your fangs that just peaked past your lips. he knew those anywhere. he had spent years looking at them with fascination as a child.
he turned again and began walking off, leaving you there under the streetlight. it couldn’t be you. you had always talked about leaving, you wouldn’t have stayed this long surely.
you stayed there until he was out of sight. your shoulders drooped, and you too continued walking. touya was dead, he had been for a decade. that man wasn’t him.
days later, in the rain, you were walking briskly past that same spot. that same man came your way, brushing your shoulder again.
you never believed in coincidences. your gut was telling her something, but you couldn’t place what. the idea of running made that gut feeling worse. you suddenly rushed to follow the man, catching his hood and pulling it back.
“hey, what the fuck—” the man began, turning sharply to face you.
your eyes blew wide. you had scene this man on the news, just briefly before changing the channel. dabi, is what the heroes had claimed his name was, but something told you that wasn’t true.
those eyes, they weren’t the eyes of a villain. they were the eyes of a boy you had grown up with, a boy you had loved dearly. a boy you had thought died a decade ago.
he too had stopped, eyes focused on your face. those eyes, those fangs, the slight crookedness of the left one, the slightly longer tip on the right that gave away that it was you.
rain poured down them on them both, as if it had intensified with the tension. your hand reached up carefully, nails manicured so perfectly, skin soft as silk. it cupped his face, brushing over that scarred purple flesh that covered his lower jaw.
he grabbed you suddenly, slamming his mouth to yours. he had waited years to do this, years to love you. you reciprocated, hands fisting the collar of his wet jacket as you moved your lips against his.
when touya pulled away, your mood shifted suddenly.
“what the hell?” you shouted, tears welling in your eyes.
“i—i thought you were dead! i thought you died in that fire—”
you were cut off by her own sob. you shoved him, water splashing up when his foot planted a pace back to catch himself.
“you left me! you fucking left me with those assholes! you promised you wouldn’t and you did!”
the rain was pouring upon them, hitting skin like tiny bullets. thunder boomed in the distance.
“if you wanted to leave that house you could’ve come to me, you didn’t have to leave me,” you cried bitterly.
touya reached out, pulling you into his chest. his hand held the back if your head, the other gripping the back of your jacket as you sobbed. he had regretted it almost immediately after leaving, but he had assumed you had known already—he feared going back.
“i hate you,” you insisted weakly.
“love you too, sweetheart.”
the bar was closer than her apartment, so he had brought you back there. you didn’t leave for a week. you wouldn’t leave him again. you stayed close beside him constantly, whether you were perched on his shoulder as a bat or laying half on top of him as a human.
when those blood cravings grew strong, he’d offer the juncture of his elbow for you to drink from. you were so gentle, pressing your teeth in quick to get it over with immediately, kissing the wounds when you pulled back.
“kisses make everything better,” you’d giggle, sliding into his arms after licking those remaining droplets from your lips.
everyone crashing out about the results of the england vs argentina semi-finals results except your bf
+ seonghyeon x gn!reader, oneshot, established relationship, lots of swearing, yn has a lot of aggression, two people get beaten up, mexican!seonghyeon mentioned (not real tho), WARNING! messi mentioned, yn has an argentinian step-dad cuz this is inspired on my life rn lol. and by the fact my non-argentinian latin american partner is rooting for argentina... blue lock is better anyways ugh.
might make a part two depending on how the finals go and my friends reactions... cuz all the reactions are just whats who i follow insta notes LOL, but ... my bf does indeed want argentina. Judeeee 😭😭
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