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rabesbabe · 2 months

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I like the way you kiss me p1.

sam carpenter x reader

i like the way you kiss me pt.2

Summary: You catch sam’s eyes in a grocery store and slide her your number and after you guys call she comes home one day to see you and Tara working on a project together.

A/N: hey yall…it’s been so long uhm 2 years to be exact but, i’m back!! And we’re not gonna talk abt how it’s been two years and my writing hasn’t improved… Anyway, Here’s a fic abt sam from scream shes literally so fine and a cutie patootie so ofc I had to write about her. Also part two for this fic has already been made so I’ll post that soon!

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Milk, Pickles, Ice cream, Spray deodorant and, Toothpaste. Milk, Pickles, Ice cream, Spray deodorant and, Toothpaste. Milk, Pickles, Ice cream, Spray deodorant and, Toothpaste. Sam reads over her grocery list times and times again to make sure she doesn’t leave anything. After what happened last Halloween the corner store is her least favorite place to be. So she tries to make her trips as fast as possible.

Sam looks up at the clock above the glass covered register to see the time. Suddenly something or, someone catches her eye. A beautiful woman with y/h/c and y/e/c walks toward the counter and grabs a few bags before going to other isles. Sam stops in her tracks shocked by the woman’s beauty.

It’s not like she didn’t know she was bi but for some reason every-time she saw a beautiful woman it was a different feeling than when she would see an attractive man. It’s like water suddenly being poured on her. A feeling almost impossible to explain unless you’re experiencing it in the moment. It takes Sam a moment to realize she hasn’t stopped staring at you for almost 30 seconds. You notice this and raise your eyebrow at Sam which causes her to look down and pretend nothing happened.

You walk over to her and Sam stays still as a mannequin not daring to move. The closer you get the more Sam starts to sweat. “Excuse me?” You say as u let out a chuckle. Suddenly Sam realizes she’s standing right in front of the toothpaste as if that wasn’t what she came here to get the whole time. “Oh.” Sam moves away obviously embarrassed and shocked by her behavior towards the shorter woman.

She’s usually not this awkward.

You grab your toothpaste and move on puzzled by the interaction until it hits you why the girl in the isle reacted towards you like that. On a whim you decide to write your number on a piece of paper. After you check out you look around the corner store to find the girl and as you go up to her all you say is “Just incase you wanna go grocery shopping again.” And you hand her the number with a smirk. Sam is left confused by your attempt at flirting with her and gives you a puzzled look as you leave the store.

“Tara,” Sam says as she opens her apartment door. “I’m home.”

“God, what took you so long?,” Tara asks practically sprinting into the kitchen to see what groceries Sam got. “No hot fries? Sam I requested one thing come on…” Sam looks down at the girl and laughs. “Whatever, you know I’m trying to get us to eat healthier.” Walking to the sink to wash her hands Sam empty’s her pockets not noticing the paper with your number falling out.

“Hey what’s this?” Tara asks grabbing the paper before Sam can. “Nothing” says Sam desperately trying to dry her hands before her sister reads the note. “Looks like a special someone’s number to me…” “It’s nothing Tara come on give it up.”

“Fine whatever you say Sam” Tara says in a teasing voice. “I’m going to back to my room, oh and also, one of my friends from uni is gonna come over tomorrow we need to work on a project together.” Sam nods as she finishes unpacking her groceries.

“Don’t forget to call that girl Sam” says a giggling Tara.

Later that night as Sam is showering she wonders why you would even give her your number and if she should call you. Would it be rude not to? It’s not like she was looking for anyone to date. She hadn’t dated since (I forgot his name lmao). And she wasn’t sure she ever would again. Maybe you guys could be friends? She doesn’t have a lot of those. Sam decided she’d call you after she got out the shower but If you didn’t answer the first time then she wouldn’t try again.

Sam sat on the edge of her bed biting her fingers out of anxiousness. She dialed your number and prayed you wouldn’t answer. But secretly she knew she wanted you to. After two rings the phone clicked and she heard a sweet voice say “Hello.”

She stumbled across her words for a second before she said “Hey, uhm I’m the girl from the grocery store I’m not sure if you remeber but you gave me your number?” “Oh my gosh hi! Of course I didn’t forget how could I?” “What do you mean how could you?” Sam asks. “Well you were gorgeous first off and we had a funny interaction!” You say your smile visible in your voice. Sam lightly chuckles as she replies with a shy “oh”. That night you guys talked for hours about whatever you found interesting until you had to say goodbye saying you had things to work on the next day but you promised you’d call her again when you got the chance.

That was the first time in months Sam went to bed not feeling sick to her stomach.

Sam served her last latte of the day before walking home to her apartment. She constantly looked over her shoulder hands ready to grab her pocket knife at any moment if she needed to.

You sat on Tara’s living room floor talking to her about the project you two were doing, clothes, and relationships. All while stuffing ur faces with snacks and watching she’s all that. Suddenly you heard keys jingling. “God my sister’s home, if she’s makes any rude comments toward you please ignore it and forgive me. She’s a tad bit overprotective.” You eyed Tara and nodded. Once the door opened your jaw was on the floor.

Sam was her sister? You didn’t dare utter a word as Sam looked at you as if she had seen a ghost.

“Sam this is y/n. We’re doing our project.” She looked up at Sam begging and praying she wouldn’t say anything out of pocket. Sam nodded and set her stuff down as fast as possible before going into her room to get away from where you two were.

“Well that was weird.” Tara said. You nodded and tried to wrap your mind around what just happened. You and Tara worked for hours not once seeing Sam. It was so late by the time you guys decided to call it quits Tara offered for you to just stay the night since she didn’t want you waking alone at night. You got comfy on the coach until Sam walked out of her room for the first time in hours. She eyed you and the blankets on the couch then she looked over at Tara. “Are you really making your guest sleep on the couch?” “What my beds too small for us both to fit where else can she go.” Tara rolled her eyes at her sister. “Unless you wanna offer your bed up…?” You went wide eyed, “No please I’m fine on the couch I swear.” Sam let out a breath as she said “No. You’re not. You can stay in my bed tonight I really don’t mind.” Trying your hardest to escape the awkwardness you just nodded and let Sam walk you over to her room.

As you set on her bed you called her name before she walked out. She turned back to look at you her expression shockingly cold. “Sam, I’m really sorry I didn’t know Tara was your sister-“ “You don’t need to apologize y/n.” She said cutting you off. She walked out of her room leaving you sitting on her bed slightly upset. She knew it was better this way. Neither her or Tara would get hurt. But she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she told you she still wanted to talk to you.

#wlw ship #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream #scream 6 #tara carpenter #ethan landry #amber freeman #melissa barrera

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lilliankoo · 11 months

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“TITANIC” (II) BROOKLYN BABY ♰ jjk.

series masterlist.

pairing: artist! Jk x rich y/n!

synopsis: the cryptic note left you with so many questions, the man with the paintings in his hands stands at your door- two choices are in front of you, which way you will choose to go? from the unsaid confessions of love and promises to finding the lost bracelet. the titanic is going to test you at every turn- are you sure that you can keep up?

genre: strangers to love, love at first sight, star-crossed lovers, smut.

word count: 3.6k?

warnings: se*ual tension, kisses, n*de paintings descriptions, painting someone nak*d, classism, foul language, controlling mother, talks abt forced marriage, mature content.

author’s note: sorry for delaying the upload, i was busy with some personal stuff. i edited lots of this since my friend told me its missing the plot 🧍🏻‍♀️anyways i also had loads of work to do and couldn’t find the time to post it! i apologize to each and everyone of you i hope u understand <3 this was written very hurriedly, im not a professional writer. yas. just ignore grammar mistakes! slay lets goooo

“How many men do you keep in the nest?” you ask mingyu while sipping on your coffee, it’s been around three hours since you lost your bracelet. After coming across the foreign note you couldn’t really understand what you were supposed to do, your hands shaked and at the moment quickly throwing the note over the railing into the ocean was the best choice and after that hurrying down to your room to think was also the best choice. In your room, you quickly removed your jewelry, dress and changed into a soft pink corseted dress- something simple yet elegant. And now, you sat in front of mingyu on one of the tables in the dining area- having your first meal in the evening. Mingyu hummed after hearing your question and looked at you while wiping his mouth with a tissue. He seemed to think about it for a while- stabbed some brocolis laying on his plate with his fork- you knew he was thinking about something. “Why the sudden interest in the ship?” he asks, still looking at his plate. You lean back on your chair, studying him and the stupid question he just asked. there was unnecessary tension between you and mingyu which you hated. you know he’s salty about the morning event- where you slipped out of their “group tour” without telling anyone well you did inform your mother but she just couldn’t remember where you said you were going, she was too busy listening to dear mr.kim. You sighed and smiled while looking at mingyu. You choose to remain patient as knowing how many men there are at the nest is important- the cryptic note that you came across previously, clearly states “meet me where the nest resides' ' and by your best knowledge the nest is a structure of the upper part of the main mast of the ship that is used as a lookout point. “Well, mingyu I was just trying to make a conversation with something that interests you,” you say while pouting and removing the lipstick stain from your coffee cup. Mingyu sighs while reaching for his glass of wine. He takes a sip while looking at you over his glass. “1 during the day, 2 during the night” mingyu replies nonchalantly. What is his problem- you think to yourself. you mutter a quiet “okay” and continue eating. you and mingyu eat quietly, none of you saying anything besides occasional compliments for the food. you look around the hall and look at everyone. how everyone looks so happy and free. Suddenly something comes into your mind and smiles internally, the next moment, you drop your fork on your plate rather loudly and stare at mingyu. The cling of the metal on the ceramic seemed to echo. Mingyu looks at you questionably. “I need someone to paint me” you tell him while folding your arms over your stomach. Once again, he looks at you confusingly and at your arms, trying to decipher whatever you just said. Quickly his demeanor changes and he turns into a man you are more familiar with, “Well my love, titanic was built keeping luxury in mind, having an artist aboard will just”- before mingyu can finish his sentence you dramatically shake your head and get ready to leave. Mingyu stands up as well and holds both of your arms. “Hey, hey wait, there is no professional artist appointed aboard but i want to let you know that there is nothing that i won’t give you, you go and rest in your room and wait for me” he says while looking at you.

In that moment two things were clear to you- one, he knew about the potential marriage, second, he was whipped. you nod mindlessly and walk briskly to your room. Just as you reach your room, you sit on your bed and think. Think about what you just did and what happened hours ago. This artist thing was something you came up with so that you can keep mingyu busy. keep him busy so that he can forget about the nest thing and spend mindless time arranging an artist for you in the middle of the ocean. you sigh and crane your neck side to side- to relieve some stress and decide. To decide whether you should go meet a stranger in the middle of the night or talk to Mingyu about it and conduct an investigation. Well, while debating over the options and coming to a conclusion, you accidentally fall asleep. It was around some time later in the evening when you heard someone knocking at your door. you whine and try to ignore it by hiding your head under the pillows.The knocking just intensifies and goes on for a few minutes before you sit up and scream into your pillows in frustration. you scream “coming” and look at the clock showing 7pm. It’s been three hours since your meeting with mingyu. you unlock the door and there stands mingyu and a stranger with paintings in his hand.

an hour ago,

Mingyu knew what he was supposed to do right now, more like- who he was supposed to go to right now. He smiles to himself because he knows this will surely make you want to marry him. his feet move on their own and they make their way to the third class area. mingyu also smiles because he does not have to work that hard to find an artist right now since you made him meet one in the morning. the same guy you were worried about- the guy that was being denied entry. what was his name “johnguk” “jeonguk” - mingyu does not even remember but he does remember his room number- 37. he owns the guy a favour. When he was being denied entry in the morning, Mingyu did him a favour- the reason he was being denied entry was he had a ticket that was not under his name, apparently he won the ticket in gambling since he couldn’t afford one. he remembers how the guy had tears in his eyes and kept saying “i need to get on, this is going to turn around my life” “i am an artist i need to be in new york” and so on. Just because of you Mingyu helped him. Mingyu quickly reaches his room and knocks on the door. Just as Mingyu is about to knock once again the door opens and the guy stands in front of him- disheveled hair, paint on his face and white shirt. Pathetic- mingyu thinks to himself.

“Mr. kim! how can i help you” the guy says and mingyu almost praises him for remembering his name. “Ah, i am good J” Mingyu genuinely did not remember his name, he did know his initials was “j” so he just went with that. “My name is Jungkook, I mean you can call me”- jungkook’s words were cut off when mingyu asked him if he could talk to him. Jungkook did feel bad that he did not listen to him but hey he was still happy that “mr.kim” was here for him. Jungkook nods and mingyu quickly tells him about the offer. “I would like to hire you for my fiance,” Mingyu tells him. fiance. Jungkook genuinely could not believe what he was hearing- “hired” meaning he had an actual job. Jungkook quickly agrees since it is a once in a lifetime opportunity- being around rich people and professionally painting- he loves it. Mingyu tells him to grab his stuff and come with him. He brings Jungkook to the first class’ bar and offers him a drink which he denies since “he doesn’t drink”. Mingyu smiles bitterly and looks him up and down while drinking his whiskey. “so, do you have any of your work with you?” mingyu asks jungkook. Jungkook pulls out his sketchbook and hands it to mingyu. He goes through the book and nods. The book was filled with sketches of buildings, random strangers, sunsets and aesthetic views. Mingyu mindlessly surfs through the pages and asks Jungkook how much he charges. “Well, um what exactly am I painting?” Jungkook asks. “My fiance is into art, she wants someone to paint her '' mingyu replies. Jungkook does not miss the way Mingyu almost snarls. ”I will give you $100 for every painting you do for her, just keep her happy, '' Mingyu says mindlessly.

right now,

“Did we wake you up?” Mingyu asks you while smiling. The guy next to him ducks his head in greeting and looks at you in admiration? Confusion?-you really can’t pinpoint. “No, no come on in” you say while mumbling lightly. Mingyu and the man enter your room and you motion both of them to sit on the sofa while you sit on your bed. for a moment, all three of you don’t say anything and just look at each other. the man looks around your room in admiration, mingyu looks at you- more like tries to study you. mingyu clears his throat and looks at the man he brought with him. “y/n, this is jungkook, he is an artist and he is here to paint you” he says while grinning. Oh, he won. The color from your face almost drains but you still smile; the thoughts run in your mind at a rapid pace as to how this fucker found an artist for you this quick. Your plan already failed “oh, wow” is all you say while looking at the artist. The man suddenly stands up and does a deep bow. “nice to meet you, madam, I am jeon jungkook, '' he says and looks at you. See, you don’t really believe in love at first sight nor do you fall for somebody’s looks this fast but the man standing in front of you right now is a piece of art in himself. you study his facial features, his oh so big eyes and nose, his lips, the curve of his jaw and so on. In that moment all you wanted to do was eat him alive- in a sexy way. you almost purr at him but you control yourself. “It’s nice to meet you jungkook, i am y/n, please sit down” you tell him while motioning him to sit back down. He smiles at you and looks at Mingyu as he is asking for his permission. Mingyu expectantly looks back at him and stands up, he walks over to you and drops to his knees in front of you. “y/n, remember how i told you i will get you anything? Here is your artist. Make him paint as much as you want” he says while looking at you. you hum and look at him. Well, Since your childhood you were always told to bend down and bow, now, having a man like mingyu on his knees for you felt weirdly good. you nod and smile at him.

Mingyu stands up and gives Jungkook the instructions- listen to her, do what she tells you to do, do not touch anything, do not touch her- you physically cringe at his last remark. Mingyu smiles at you one last time before leaving the room. Now, it is only you and Jungkook in your room right now. You are still sitting on your bed while you study him and look at him rather way more affectionately. The thought of your lost bracelet is nowhere in your mind right now. Meanwhile, Jungkook looks at everything but you- he’s shy and you love it. you smile to yourself and walk over to jungkook. You sit next to him and notice the way he tenses his shoulders up and sneaks a glance your way. “Before we start, can I see some of your work? Let me know you, yeah?” you ask him rather lovingly. You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from you but you are having fun. Jungkook quickly nods and hands you both of his sketchbooks. you go through the first one; which mainly consists of scenic views, buildings, strangers and portraits; the works are indeed beautiful and prepossessing. “you are so talented” you say admirably and jungkook smiles while thanking you. Just as you are about to go through the second sketchbook; jungkook holds your wrist and looks at you. you confusingly look back at him. “um, this one is more explicit i me- mean my niche is painting nude” he says while his cheeks and neck flushes in pink. your eyebrows raise on their own as you look at him and his hand holding your wrist. “Let go of my hand” you tell him and he immediately obeys. you open the sketchbook and he was indeed right. It is explicit- every page is a nude painting of women with titles and subtitles describing it. French girls and their red lipsticks, diamond, maybe baby- you laugh at how the titles sound so cheesy. The paintings are incredibly detailed that they almost look real and that the girls from the paintings can step out at any given moment. Jungkook notices the way you are so amazed by his work, the way you stare at every single detail. While you are busy looking at the paintings, he is busy looking at you. jungkook is mind blown by your beauty. He has seen and painted tons of girls but he has never seen someone as beautiful as you. He is perplexed by your beauty.

after some time you finish admiring his work and sigh. “Okay, come on” you say while standing up and Jungkook is confused as to what you are implying. you walk towards your bed and sit down. “Paint me, Jungkook, '' you say while making eye contact with him. Jungkook’s breath hitches when you start unlacing your corset; he gulps and you smile. “Jungkook, go and lock the door” you tell him and just like before he immediately obeys. “Are you comfortable painting me naked?” you ask him while toying with your sleeves. “How old are you?” he asks you while setting up as his canvas- the faster he works, the faster he will be free. “I am 20, jungkook and you?” you ask him while removing your dress. now, you only sat in your chemise. Jungkook looks at you and really looks at you. Now that your fiance is no longer here he sees a new side of you- mischievous? He’s not sure. “I am 24” he replies. Jungkook pulls a chair in front of his canvas and faces you. “Your fiance won’t mind, right?” he asks you. for a moment, you don’t reply and choose to look at him. He’s so handsome and talented. “Why? It’s not like we are going to do something forbidden, besides, he’s not my fiance. I don't know what he told you i-i mean he is the man my mother wants me to marry but it’s not decided yet” you say rather fast and breathlessly. Jungkoo nods. He motions for you to remove your chemise And, in a moment, your chemise hits the floor along with your undergarments and now you lay naked in front of Jungkook on your bed. a complete stranger if you really think about it but you really don’t care anymore.

you notice the way for a moment jungkook just looks at you and your body. I mean he’s an artist, if he’s going to paint you he needs to look at you. Jungkook picks up the charcoal and starts his work. For the next three hours, you and Jungkook talk- you talk while Jungkook occasionally replies. He’s serious about his work- you can tell- by the way, his brows are furrowed in concentration, his tongue plays around his lips- he’s a work of art himself that you want to keep it to yourself, art that you want the world to see but also hide it from them, art that you want to admire for the rest of your life. over the course of your conversation, you got to know alot about jungkook, he’s 24, from france and unemployed, he does minute sketches where he gets paid way too little but in his words “he loves it and it is enough”. he tells you how he is going to start a new life in new york, start painting professionally and seriously, be happy and get married. “Why are you going to New york?” Jungkook asks you while he goes through his bag for a new piece of charcoal. “hmm, well we are going to brooklyn, i am probably going to be forced to marry mingyu, have children and be his housewife” you reply melancholy. Jungkook stops drawing and looks at you. “What’s your dream?” he asks sincerely. You look at him and reply “I want to be free, be free to make my own choices and do whatever I want”. He just soaks in your reply and looks at you. “Whatever is your dream, I pray that it becomes true” he tells you while smiling. you smile back and unexpectedly a tear slips from your left eye. you look at him while more tears cascade your eyes. Jungkook drops his things and hurries toward you. “Hey, is everything”- he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before your lips find his. You prop yourself on your right arm while your left hand holds his nape to deepen the kiss. Jungkook’s hands hold your waist as he, too, deepens the kiss. you both kiss like two lost lovers who finally met each other. your tongues dance around each other, your fingers lace through his hair while his hands caresses your ribcage. After a moment, you both pull apart from the kiss as a string of saliva keeps you both connected. just as you are about to apologize for kissing him so abruptly he engulfs your lips in a kiss one more time. “Don’t say you regret it, don’t say anything that makes it sound like a mistake," he says while looking at you. you lift your hand and hold his cheek; trace his cupid bow and his mole right under his lip. “Be my muse, be my secret, be my dream, be my morning’s first thought, be my night’s last thought” you chant like a prayer while tracing his lips. Jungkook kisses your finger near his lips and nods. Kisses you one, two, three times- “be my muse, be my paradise, be mine in a way that is more precious and holy than an altar” he says breathlessly while kissing your eyes and nose. you laugh and sit up, pick up your dress from the floor- jungkook quickly stands up and helps you wear it. “Is the sketch done?” you ask while lacing your corset. “Yes, but i will show it to you tomorrow, since you weren’t wearing any jewelry, i will sketch my own” he replies while running his hand through your hair. You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him one more time. Jungkook smiles in the kiss. When you both pull apart, Jungkook looks at you dreamily.

“It’s night” you say while looking out the little window. Jungkook too looks outside and hums. After some time standing in each other's arms you open your mouth and utter what’s been on your mind. “I- there are, i mean, i want to know you more, i mean i enjoy your presence in a way that is unexplainable, you remind me of someone that i have never met before and i-i want to talk to you all night, all day, know you, know the real you and everything” you say while your voice cracks, you don’t know why. Jungkook smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “I am glad we are on the same page, I will do whatever you want me to do” he replies. In that moment, so blinded by the cupid’s arrow, you don’t think clearly- you have to meet J but you also don’t want to be away from jungkook. You want to spend every minute with him as if you don’t have any time to waste. “ i was supposed to be somewhere but i want to be with you all night” you say while looking down at your feet since looking at him right now makes you feel shy- oh how the tables turned. Look at you, sacrificing your treasured bracelet for a man you met a few hours ago. Spending a night with Jungkook means you will not be able to meet the person who left the note for you; you will lose the heart of the ocean bracelet forever. But in that moment all that mattered to you was the man in front of you. J can wait. Jungkook smiles and kisses you. Mumbles a “whatever you want, my love” and kisses you one last time.

look at you, already in love with a man that is going to turn your life around in an unforgiven way, the voyage of titanic is going to test you at every turn- are you sure that you can keep up?

next chapter: like one of your french girls

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wow, so many clues in this chapter, so much foreshadowing 🧍🏻‍♀️ hmmm also + don’t question the y/n’s choices yet she’s just 20 and she is going go learn alot. i am so excited to write the next chapter. lets go.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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I saw your post abt Haikyuu requests and by all means I’d read the hell out of any Haikyuu content! I have no specific request but anything with a happy ending and Akaashi, Bokuto, or Iwaizumi would be amazing :) keep up the good work friend 😌💕

“hajime iwaizumi never meant to fall in love with you, but he sure as hell was glad, he had”

paring: hajime iwaizumi x female reader

cw: major tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1900+

a/n: i was going to do this for all three characters but decided on just iwaizumi, i hope you like it love, i wrote it kinda differently to how i normally write but i hope you still like it, and your support means so much to me

summary: in which a timeline of the progression of your relationship with iwaizumi is established from your first meeting to your happily ever after

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Hajime Iwaizumi never meant to fall in love with you.

He would always remember the first day he met you, your eyes sparkled as you talked to him in Maths. You had met out of sheer luck, your seat in front of him, half way through the teacher speaking your leant over, head against his desk looking at him upside down. He acted irritated even though you gave a cocky grin knowing he’d have to become friends with you. He remembered your first words, guess I’ll be studying with you then, it was a coy remark but even then, he watched at how you swirled round to meet his gaze. How could he concentrate with you staring at him. Your head against your hand, you were barely paying attention to the board instead just staring at the boy. He would always remember this day, the day he had gotten another pain in his ass.

He hadn’t meant to fall for you, everyday you’d turn to give him such a bright smile and after each lesson you’d bug him for help on the maths homework. For someone as smart as yourself, he always questioned why you asked for help when you understood the work. He didn't care wanting to get on with his own life away from your irritating behaviour. But the irritation turned into something more, he slowly grew fond of you. Craving each day where you’d turn to meet his gaze, how your shirt had a few buttons undone to let the air hit your neck. He hadn’t meant to fall for you, but he sure as well loved that he had.

It was by pure accident he asked you out. Oikawa had taunted him about his crush, how Iwaizumi would almost smile when you’d walk past the gym, how you'd run up to him in the halls. With those pleading eyes, to help him with something, Oikawa had pushed him to ask you out. He watched as you had a hop in your step as you had walked into the gym, a bright smile, with the papers in your hand. You never came into the gym when they were practicing, it was unusual but when you showed him the 100% you had gotten in the Maths exam, he felt proud. He already knew you understood it, so he didn't understand why you were thanking him, his simple question coming out, we should go out together to celebrate. The chuckle you gave almost made him want to retract his words, I’ve been trying to go out with you for months now, idiot. It was in that moment that those times in the library or before maths when he’d help you were opportunities for him to ask you out insides. It wasn't by accident he asked you out, you had just been waiting instead.

A date with you would never turn out how it was supposed to be. The both of you going for dinner at your favourite place had seemed like the best idea. What he hadn't realised was your favourite place happened to only serve sushi. Nothing else, he was stuck in a place that would consistently bring him sushi when he didn't want it. But how could he refuse, you made towers of the sushi betting him to eat the tower in a single mouthful. He had to accept, he couldn't watch that smug grin you had, you began placing each sushi into his mouth. Every time his mouth widened to accommodate more, even with the success of fitting 6 sushi’s, he was surprised that you didn't want anything else. That a simple date like this was what a complex girl like you would want. His actions next may have been in the heat of the moment, but he hadn't cared, whilst walking you home. He had stopped, making you let go of his hand, you stared at him before his hands grabbed your face, bringing your face to his own. The date was never going to be like any other dates he’d been on, and that's what made it so special.

An I love you, was not an expression Iwaizumi used often, but in a matter of moments. Sitting in your room, your head lying against his chest as he plays with your hair. He felt it, he admired all your features as you played the game in your hand. You had been trying to defeat this one level for weeks now. He watched as you stared intensely at your screen, the way hot breaths of air would spew out of your mouth. A frustration every time you lost, even if he was at peace just watching you cuddle into his back more, the words fell out in an instant, i love you.

A long-term relationship had been established but with it came your first fight, a minor issue that could be resolved so quickly. But it wasn't, he had kept to volleyball, even his teammates realising how Iwaizumi had been distant with you. You had stopped swinging past the gym to walk home, the days without you bringing him pain. Until one day he snapped, you sat in front of him, not turning to meet his gaze. Instead answering the questions, even with you ignoring him, he was still so in love with you. How could he not, with his pencil he had tapped your shoulder. You reluctantly turned around and that is when he saw it, the bags under your dull eyes. The emotions that filled you and all he could say was an I’m sorry, that he never meant the words he said. How much he missed you and loved you, how he regretted letting it drag on. It was your first fight, but it was the start of further communication where he would never let you cry again.

The many years that had followed your relationship, from going to university and passing your degree. Having an apartment and watching as Iwaizumi became an Athletic Trainer for the Japan National team. How could you not be proud of him, every step he took leading to greater success, your own career working out with both of you having supported each other. He knew for months now he wanted to be with you forever, the questions going through his head of how to make it a reality. Until he came home, box in pocket watching as you had come home early, set up a candle light dinner and wore the prettiest dress he had ever seen. He was in a rush to wear nice clothes as well, to sit in front of you as you gave him the food you had made, the food filled with your love. How could he not do it at this moment, watching and waiting as you spoke about your day and other interests that had occurred. He finally blurted it out, the months of knowing he had to permanently make you his, came down to this one second as he spoke the words aloud, box in hand, giving it to you, just as you opened it, will you marry me?

He knew from the very beginning of the ceremony that he had won; he had won in life and he couldn't wait to tell you. He couldn't wait to start a future where you were both bound together happily in love. Your husband had gained everything he wanted with a further confession occurring, he didn't mean to get this drunk, but the way Oikawa and his friends pushed the alcohol into his system. Lead him into a happy state, with yourself being happily tipsy. You watched as even you had gone into a drunken state, dancing with the boys as you felt yourself let loose with your husband and friends. He had come right up to your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck as he spoke his i love you’s and what nots. But most importantly the words he had wanted to say since he had rested his eyes on you, it’s you, it’s always been you.

Babies were never supposed to be scary, Iwaizumi knew that, so why was he so scared at the idea of them? He knew that ever since you both had gotten married the question of having a family had arisen. What he hadn't expected was for the two lines indicating he was going to become a father. The teary-eyed look and fear you had that you both had not enjoyed married life first. But his words of comfort and happiness that he was going to be a father helped you a lot better. He was gaining everything he had wanted, everything he had seen since the first date with you at that stupid Sushi place. He wasn't scared of babies; he was scared he’d be a terrible father.

The day his baby boy was born was the happiest day of his life. Your relentless pushing and swears towards your husband soared through the hospital and at 2:46am, your baby boy was born. Your family had started, he watched the babies frail fingers stick across your chest. Watched at how you cried at the baby you had been carrying for the past 9 months. He watched the happiness and joy engulf you both, kissing your forehead until he was allowed to hold his boy. For once in Iwaizumi’s life he had found another person he loved more than you, his son.

First words for any child were always a big moment, your baby boy playing with some toys in your arm as you waited for Iwaizumi to come home. The cries and whispers to your boy about how proud you were of him for walking to Iwaizumi earlier this morning. The shock of this morning had made you and Iwaizumi gush with joy at how your boy was growing up. Little bubbles coming from your baby's mouth before hearing the keys twist in the house, you gleamed as Iwaizumi walked inside stressed from the day. But at the sight of you two, his face became softer, say hi dada, the sound of your boys mumbles before the words came out, dada. Iwaizumi had been able to witness the moment his baby said his name and he would never forget it.

Family had grown important along the years, watching as your son went to nursery, made friends, grew stronger and smarter. Iwaizumi never pushed volleyball but after seeing the Olympics live and in action, watching his father train the people he called his uncles. How could he not try out, being an instant star in the making, even Oikawa had to admit your son was a lot better than the two of them when they had started out. You had grown proud of this family you had created the way your son would always remain like you both. Annoying but always amazed by any new thing, even beating his father by fitting 8 sushi’s in his mouth. Your son had grown and so had your family, even Iwaizumi had to admit in the years you both had been together. He was surprised at how little had changed from your first date, how you still irritated him with your provocative manner, how you teased him like it was your wedding night and how you still said that I love you with the same manner you had spoken when you were 16.

Hajime Iwaizumi never meant to fall in love with you, but he sure as hell was glad, he had.

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combat-wombatus · 3 years

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of crack

Warnings: swearing (bakugou), but other than that, none! (unless u have traumatic memories of truth or dare)

WC: 3.1k

Summary: Mina and Denki work together to make sure that you know exactly who Sero's crush is.

(A/N): so @klvbxlove requested some headcanons about sero’s fem!crush having an obsession with kpop/anime and sero doing cute stuff for her and i tried sticking with the prompt in the beginning but then i led myself off-topic (oops) so it turned into this! sorry it’s not what u requested, i can write something else for u if u want! i was just struck by sudden ✨inspiration✨ for this fic so...here u go...

“EEEK!” You squealed, bouncing over to your friends. “LOOKLOOKLOOK-”

“(Y/L/N),” Bakugou grumbled. “Calm the fuck down, no one can understand you.”

You took a deep breath, then handed your phone over to Mina.

As soon as Mina saw the screen, she started squealing just like you were.

“(Y/N)!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG-” she grabbed your arms and started jumping up and down like an overexcited toddler.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, gave an exasperated huff, then stomped away. “Can’t deal with you idiots when you’re like this.”

Mina dragged you by your arm over to a bench on the side of the cafeteria and the two of you spent your lunch break slurping udon and watching your favorite K-pop group’s newest music video on repeat.

Sero was chatting idly with his friends, mouth full of sushi. Unbeknownst to you, he had been watching you from the corner of his eye, sneaking glances every couple of minutes. Dense as Kaminari may be academically, he had noticed Sero’s preoccupation with you throughout the meal.

“Hey bro,” He poked Sero’s elbow with the clean end of his chopstick. “Whaddya keep looking at (Y/L/N)-chan for?” He squinted at Sero. He glanced briefly at you, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, turned his eyes back on Sero. “Do you have a crush on her or something?”

Sero choked on his piece of salmon and spluttered, face beet red. “N-no! It’s not l-like that!”

Bakugou snorted. “You dumbass. The hell you mean ‘it’s not like that’? Any idiot with eyes and half a brain can see that you’re obsessed with her.”

As Sero tried to deny his feelings for you, Mina slowly shifted her attention from your phone to hers, which was dinging incessantly.

Kaminari

hey bro bro broski my man my lady? minaaaaa

Mina

asdkjfhluhal i told u to stop calling me that and what

Kaminari

so u know abt seros crush right

Mina

u have the AUDACITY to ask me, the queen of gossip, whether or not I know abt seros crush? the sheer AUDACITY is STAGGERING-

Kaminari

ok ok stop bullying me anyways wanna get them tog?

Mina

D U H would be easier if y/n wasn’t so dense and sero wasn’t so chicken

Kaminari

since ur in do u have a plan

Mina grinned. Of course she did. What kind of person did Kaminari think she was?

Mina

take sero to the boba place after school meet u there

Pocketing her phone, she turned back to face you. She had to resist the urge to cackle. This was gonna be fun.

Later that day, you and Mina walked to the dorms together.

“Whaddya say we go out today?” Mina asked excitedly, eyes gleaming. You found it a bit suspicious, since yesterday she had told you that she was failing math and was going to study with Yaomomo today.

“Didn’t you say you were going to study with Yaomomo?”

“Shit.” Mina face palmed. “I did, didn’t I? But I don’t waannnnaaa,” she whined. “Let’s just go out and get some boba and we’ll come back,” she promised, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, okay.” You relented. “But if you fail math again, don’t blame it on me.”

She clasped a hand to her chest dramatically. “I would NEVER.”

Giggling, the two of you made your way to Coco’s Café, a cozy little place that served everything from coffee to cookies. It was also a developing cat café, mostly due to the popularity of the kitty that the place was named for, Coco.

Sidling up to the counter, you ordered a matcha boba tea while Mina ordered a strawberry milk tea with lychee jelly and boba.

“Is that it for you ladies today?” The man behind the counter asked cheerfully.

“Yes please!” Mina replied. The two of you sat in a corner booth, sipping your drinks and gossiping.

“Hey (Y/N),” Mina started. “So you know about Sero’s crush, right?”

You halted mid-sip. What? Sero had a crush?

Laughing at your startled expression, Mina leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. “So,” she whispered. “Who do you think it is?”

You sat there, drink forgotten, racking your brain for possibilities. Jirou and Hagakure hung out with Sero sometimes, exchanging memes and goofing around, but they weren’t really around that often. Usually, Sero only hung out with Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Mina, and you. Mina, possibly? Was Sero gay? Did he have a thing for, say, Kaminari or Kirishima? You didn’t think that Sero would be the type to like Bakugou, but hey, he put up with Bakugou’s temper all the time, so maybe? Ugh. You resisted the urge to groan and drop your head into your hands. This was so complicated.

Mina sat back, this reaction obviously not being what she had hoped for. “Well?” She crossed her arms. “Do you have a guess yet?”

You thought about it, then decided to pick an answer randomly. “You?” You tried.

Mina snorted and almost spit out her drink. You were absolutely unbelievable. Of all the people you could’ve chosen, you picked HER? “No, (Y/N). It’s not me,” she managed to choke out in between fits of laughter.

You sprawled out on the table, no longer concealing your frustration. “Who is it then?” You whined. “Jirou? Hagakure? Is Sero gay?”

Mina actually did spit out her drink this time.

As she cleaned up her mess, Mina silently judged you with her signature side-eye. She really is that dense, huh. Guess I’ll have to knock some sense into her.

Furiously brainstorming, you tried to think of any more possibilities. As you sat in silence, something warm and fuzzy crawled sneakily onto your lap, and stayed there.

Knocked from your daze, you glanced down and the unfamiliar presence, only to realize that it was a kitty. THE kitty. Coco, the café’s namesake.

“Aww,” you cooed, lightly scratching behind her ears. She purred happily in response to your ministrations and curled into herself, tail tucked neatly around her haunches.

Just then, the doorbell jingled and the rest of your close friends walked in.

“Hey!” Kaminari chirped, giving you and Mina a lighthearted wave.

“Hey!” You replied, unaware of the glare Mina was currently giving Kaminari. As soon as they went up to order, Mina stood up and announced that she was going to the bathroom. You took out your phone and scrolled through your social media feeds, taking advantage of this time to research.

“Psst!” Mina pinched Kaminari’s elbow lightly.

“Ow! What?” Kaminari turned to face her.

Mina gave Kaminari her scariest glare. “I told you to bring Sero, not the whole squad!”

Kaminari whimpered. “But Kirishima heard and wanted to tag along too! And it would’ve been suspicious if I said no! And then Bakubro heard that Kiri was coming and decided to come too-”

Mina sighed. “You could’ve texted Sero in private!”

Scratching the back of his head, Kaminari gave Mina a sheepish smile. “Sorry Mina, I hadn’t thought of that”.

Mina stole a quick glance back at your table, and seeing that you were otherwise occupied, she turned her attention back to Kaminari.

“So, Stage 1 of the plan didn’t work. She didn’t even seem to consider herself as a possibility! However, no fear! It is time that we put Stage 2 into action!” Mina whisper-shouted. “It’ll be more complicated with Kiri and Bakugou present, but we always have a Plan B!” She quickly related her backup plan to Kaminari, who promised to tell the boys (minus Sero) to make it run more smoothly.

After giving Kaminari a quick fist bump, Mina slinked back into her seat. “So, (Y/N),” she paused, chin resting on her hand. “Since the boys are here, why don’t we ask Sero himself?”

You looked up from your phone. You hadn’t really found any clues as to who Sero’s crush could be. Most, if not all, of his posts were with your group of friends. You thought about it for a moment.

“Wouldn’t it be awkward if he didn’t want us to know?” You asked Mina.

“Oh, but we’re nosy friends! It’s our JOB to know and then tease him about it!” Mina giggled. “And besides,” she added. “Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

You hesitated. She did have a point. You were curious, but at the same time, a little voice in the back of your brain nagged at you. Did you really want to know? Did you really want to see him crushing on someone else, and then tease him about it? That wouldn’t really be funny, for you, at least. But if you disagreed with Mina, it would be suspicious, and besides, you WERE curious. Even if the answer wasn’t the one you wanted, you would still rather it be out in the open than bottled inside. You’d rather know for certain than lose sleep over it at night.

Sighing, you relented. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

Mina rested both of her elbows on the table and smiled at you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Truth or dare.”

As the boys returned, each holding their own drinks, Mina was bouncing in her seat. Bakugou and Kirishima each pulled up a chair, and Sero took the chance to sit next to you. At that, Mina smirked devilishly.

“So,” she grinned, fingertips dancing on the table. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. He couldn’t believe he’d been roped into this, but Kirishima and Kaminari wouldn’t let him ruin it. Kirishima dropped a fist on the table. “Yeah!” He turned towards Mina. “Who’s starting?”

Mina pretended to think about it, when in reality, she had already made plans.

“How about (Y/N)?”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow. You thought that Mina would be the one to interrogate Sero.

“Yes you, dummy,” Mina teased. “Is there another (Y/N) sitting here?”

You rolled your eyes. “Who are you calling dummy?”

Mina grumbled. “Just get on with it, would you? Who are you going to ask?”

“Hmm. How about Sero?” You turned to face him. “Truth or dare?”

Sero was panicking. You weren’t the type to give out ridiculous dares, and he definitely needed to be cautious about truth. “Dare.” He said confidently.

You chuckled. Mina had prepared you for this possibility.

“I dare you to kiss your crush within the next 24 hours,” you said, “and the whole squad had to be there to see it.”

Mina and Kaminari let out simultaneous “oohs”. Bakugou pointed out the obvious. “Why the next 24 hours?”

“Because we don’t know who his crush is and they’re probably not here right now,” you answered. “And the whole squad will have to see it to make sure that he does it and doesn’t chicken out. You’ll have to ask their permission first, though,” you added. “Consent is key. Even if they turn you down, as long as you tried, we’ll count the dare as completed.”

Your friends nodded in agreement. Mina clapped her hands gleefully. “You should’ve known, Sero! You can’t hide things from us!”

Sero was *this* close to having a panic attack. He had to consciously remind himself to keep breathing. This is going to be so embarrassing how am I going to do this without making an utter and complete fool of myself gosh you really should’ve not stared at her at lunch today Sero or this wouldn’t have happened jeez are you really that dumb now the whole squad will know and you won’t be able to look her in the eye anymore adfkhiavelrsnjaerliaevr BREATHE SERO BREATHE-

The game continued. Mina dared Bakugou to smile for 5 consecutive minutes, at which Bakugou nearly flew out of his seat, palms crackling.

“You fucking extra how dare you-” He didn’t get to finish, as Mina quickly took out her phone and opened the timer app.

“And the countdown starts now!” She cackled. “That is, unless you forfeit-”

“I’M NOT GONNA LOSE TO YOU, YOU DUMB FUCKING EXTRA!!!” With that, Bakugou angrily took his seat again, disregarding all the angry scowls he received from the rest of the café’s patrons, and pulled his lips up into what could only be described as the devil’s grin. He sat like that for a full five minutes, glaring lasers into Mina, not moving a muscle. You think Mina was mentally scarred after that, because she never looked at Bakugou for the rest of the game.

Kirishima dared Kaminari to record a video of him singing the pi song and send it to Jirou. The poor boy had so many voice cracks while singing it that Kirishima went easy on him and told him to just send the first 15 seconds.

Bakugou dared you to let everyone look through your phone for one minute. You were reluctant, but seeing as you were relatively normal with only minimal embarrassing photos, no confession texts, and a fairly clean search history, you let them do it. The most embarrassing thing they found was your playlist.

“How the fuck is your playlist 74 hours and 42 minutes? What the fuck do you have on here?” Bakugou held out your phone for the rest of your friends to see.

“And why is your history full of that shitty Korean music?”

You gasped. He did not.

“Hey!” You snatched your phone back. “If you’re going to insult my music, you don’t get to continue!”

“Tch.” Bakugou sneered. “You call that shit music?”

You were thoroughly offended by this point and refused to even acknowledge his statement. You glared at Bakugou with as much intensity as you could muster. This man had no taste in music whatsoever.

The 1-minute timer dinged, and Bakugou was saved from a scathing talking-to as you all moved onto the next victim.

Mina was dared to order a glass of milk with ice, then put it on a random table (with customers) and leave without an explanation. She ended up choosing an old couple, likely in their sixties, who were cuddling with two cats. They’d each ordered a cup of coffee and shared a plate of cookies. When Mina put the glass of iced milk on their table, and the two women shared a confused look before turning their attention to Mina.

“Thank you?” The lady with horn-rimmed glasses asked rather shakily.

“Yes, thank you very much young lady, but we didn’t order this?” The one who had a tabby on her lap said, perplexed, looking Mina up and down.

Mina made a motion with her hand, zipping her lips, then giggled and sat back down at your table. The two ladies, baffled, took one look at your table and seemed to understand what was going on. They turned back to their coffees and cats and resumed their conversation.

You had all gone one full circle, and everyone had finished their drinks, so you all decided that it was time to go. You rubbed between Coco’s ears one last time and walked out into the afternoon sun.

“Hey Sero!” Kirishima clapped Sero on his back. “Don’t think we’ve forgotten about your dare,” he smiled cheekily. “Better get it over with when we first head back into the dorms, huh? That’ll probably be the easiest time to get it over with.”

Sero groaned. He’d hoped that you would all forget after the game was over, but his luck had run dry. He’d have to face the music sooner or later. He debated on his options. If he waited too long, he’d seem cowardly. He didn’t want to do that. On the other hand, maybe if he waited a full day, you would all forget? He shook his head. No, with Mina here, she’d never let him live it down. And besides, who was he to renege on a dare?

Taking his hands out of his pockets, he rubbed them together nervously. This was it. This was the moment of truth.

“Hey guys! Wait up!” He called out to Kirishima and Bakugou, who had walked ahead of the group. “I’ve got something to show you!”

Bakugou quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?” He smirked. “Whatcha got, Tape Arms?”

Sero cleared his throat. “I-I’m ready. I’m ready to do the dare.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. It was just you and the rest of the squad here. Did you really have a chance? You were scared to get your hopes up, but maybe, just maybe, you would be the one he kissed.

Hands curled into fists at his sides, Sero gulped. He was doing this. He was really doing this. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and out, and strode over to where you and Mina stood.

“(Y/N),” He stared at his feet. “Would you…would you allow me to kiss you?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to calm yourself down. It was you. Sero had a crush on you. Your crush liked you back!

After a while, Bakugou felt the need to step in.

“Oi, dumbass!” He hollered, garnering the attention of curious passerby. “You gonna let Soy Sauce Face over there kiss you or not?”

Your face flushed a furious red. “U-Umm, y-yeah!” You stuttered. “You can kiss me, Sero!” You cringed at how excited you sounded.

Slowly, Sero tilted his face downwards. He lifted your chin tenderly and lowered his lips to yours. His lips were soft against yours, his breath tickling your cheek as he let go. You blushed harder than you ever thought was possible, and he looked down with a pleased smile.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” He said in a soft voice. “Can I take this as a sign that you have feelings for me too?”

Nodding frantically, you whispered a noncommittal “mhm”.

“Can’t hear you, sweets,” Sero teased. “Come on, I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation.”

Looking up at him, you cleared your throat. “Yes.” You whispered in a slightly louder tone. “Yes, I h-have feelings for you too.”

At this admission, your friends all cheered, Mina hooting especially loudly. “Hells yeah!” She high-fived Kaminari. “We did it!”

“Best wingmen ever!” Kaminari shouted.

“That was so manly of you Sero!” Kirishima added, flashing a thumbs-up. “Congrats!”

“Tch. Yeah, whatever. Finally got it in their thick skulls that they liked each other. Big fucking deal,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Hey, hey! Don’t you go and ruin the mood now!” Mina scolded him. “Just look at them! They look so happy!” She pointed towards you and Sero.

“Hmph. Well, those idiots could’ve been happier sooner if Sero had the fucking balls to confess earlier.”

“Oh, shut it already! Just be glad that they’re finally together!”

“Like I care.”

“Stop pretending, you big grouch! We all know you care!”

“Tch.”

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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If the Holland’s has a sister

warnings: language

wc; 1.2k

request: @ashoup18 Could u do a lil story where tom, harry, sam, and paddy have a sister. Age, love interest can be whatever you want. But like dom can cuddle with her (just listened to his podcast) and nikki can have someone to talk to abt smth other than golf? Just soft Holland family things

I hope you don’t mind that’s its a headcanon! it was a bit hard to write a story

a/n: I could write 3 pages worth of this stuff haha

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you were Paddy's twin sister

and the youngest holland in the family

by 24 seconds

Even if you weren't the youngest, you'd probably still get babied

after all, you were the only sister.

but being the youngest sister made sure your brothers were super overprotective

having four older brothers was hard

it was also messy

you, of course, had your own room

(much to the boy's dismay)

but Nikki made sure they didn't complain too much

after all, you were her only daughter

and the favorite

but the boy's don't know that

when you were born the boys were pretty intrigued, to say the least

Tom was already eight years old

sam and harry were six

they all had a pretty good grasp on life

so when their mother came home with two bundles of joy, tom was shocked

harry and sam were excited

another set of twins!!!

and tom was just like 'man I didn't get a twin"

regardless, when Nikki announced she had a girl all the boys were S H O O K

a FEMALE

Tom immediately asked to hold you

you cried

he felt bad

then he felt betrayed when Harry got to hold you and you started playing with his hair

there's a great family photo in the living room of Harry holding a beaming you, Sam holding a smiling Paddy and tom pouting in the corner because why don't the babies like him??

as the years went by, you warmed up to tom

he was still 8 years old then you though

and he was always, always away

when you were eight years old, he was cast as Spider-Man

after that, you barely saw him

except for on TV

Harry went with him and suddenly, the house was emptier

with harry and tom being gone almost all the time

you were closest with sam and paddy

mostly paddy thought, because well he was your twin

You were 110% a daddy's girl

Dom loved his boys, don't get him wrong, but having a little girl to protect and cuddle with was his joy in life

especially because you were the youngest

so by the time sam, harry and tom were 21, you were still 15

it's safe to bet that Dom probably likes you the most

if you ask though he'll just say

"you're my favorite daughter."

when you learned to walk, you followed your dad everywhere

EVERYWHERE

he had to lock doors because of you

when you turned 13

he cried

why?

because his little girl wasn't so little anymore

Nikki laughed at him

your brothers gaped because when they turned 13 Dom pretty much told them, you're on your own

then they all said, "to be fair, (y/n) is like five feet so she's still little."

youngest, only female and shortest

what a record

you were also really close with Nikki

you two did everything together

she was so thankful to have a daughter she cried when the doctor told her it was a girl

all that golf talk was exhausting

sometimes she'd just walk into your room so she didn't have to face the boys or her husband anymore

they weren't allowed inside your room

not that they listened

you caught the other twins in their once

it was a nasty scene

"Why are you in my room, Sam?"

"Uhhh... HARRYS IN THE CLOSET"

"YOU DIV"

"YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN"

and then Sam ran, leaving you to interrogate Harry and his intentions

the first time you had a boy ever, all your brothers had a plan

Paddy told them all about the guy you were bringing home

Tom would distract you

While Harry and Sam took whoever this "Mitchell" guy was for some questions

Of course, you warned Mitchell beforehand

"so, I have four older brothers and they're probably going to interrogate you"

you handed him a paper with all the appropriate answers

Mitchell was just your best friend

growing up with brothers ensured you got along with boys better

and bc you didn't trust girls since your brother was the Tom Holland

Tom had asked you to help him in the kitchen leaving harry and sam with Mitchell

"what are your intentions?"

"where did you meet?"

"do you have any diseases?'

"Are you going to break her heart?"

"Are you only in it for spiderman?"

"Is your name really Mitchell?"

He passed the test

only bc you threatened to dislocate all of their noses if they didn't leave him alone

when tom and harry were gone you learned to cook with sam

which was chaotic neutral

he was a chef

and you were... trying

"pass the salt"

you gave him salt

"that's sugar"

you enjoyed cooking with him, but you didn't know anything

you tried to flip pancakes with him once and let's just say.. your ceiling and sams hair was never the same

you weren't allowed to be in the same Kitchen as him after that

"hey, sam do you kn-"

"OUT OF THE KITCHEN YOU DEMON"

"I just wanted a phone charger" you mumbled

Paddy was a different story

you two were either inseparable or could not be in the same room

someone breaks Paddy's heart?

they better square up

someone ditches you after meeting Tom?

Paddy was throwing hands AND feet

"PADDY! Did you take my hairbrush?"

"no?"

"You barely have hair!"

"HEY! At least my hair doesn't clog the shower drain!"

"at least my deodorant doesn't give all the girls coughing fits!"

"yeah well, I don't spend an hour getting ready every day"

"that's cause no amount of time could fix that ugly"

"were twins"

"not identical"

"I can't believe I'm related to you"

"I know right, you make me look bad"

you liked harry the best

he was so down to earth and calm

he even let you straighten his hair once

that, however, was not calm

"you're going to burn me!"

"Stay still dammit!"

"AH SHIT"

"HARRY I SWEAR"

He almost choked on hairspray

"I look ugly"

"you always do, what's your point?"

"you're an actual div"

family premieres were always fun

you got to go to America with all your brothers and wear expensive clothing

like really expensive

Tom spoiled you

he would buy you the latest designer dress for the red carpet

and your brothers would just roll their eyes

when you got to meet up with Tommy you always ran up to Harry first just to annoy him

then Harrison bc he was also like another brother to you with the number of times he's been to your house

THEN you'd hug tom and thank him for the dress

the reality was that you missed your eldest brother, he was gone for months, sometimes 3/4 of the year and you hated it

posting with your family on the red carpet of Spider-Man far from home was like a dream come true

until they made fun of you for still being 5 2" in heels

you guys were a perfectly dysfunctional family

but that ok bc you wouldn't have it any other way

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indigosprite · 3 years

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Chrome Callout post.

relax this is just my love hate relationship with chromes writing and potential. spoiler, it ends with all the love... hate is only in the middle.

My absolute favorite thing in fanfics is Chromes characterization. Like we all know Chrome is completely aware that Mukuro and co need a reoccurring dose of Valium and a therapist willing to do illegal things in order to lower their sadistic points to ”kind of disturbing but tolerable”. Or at least we hope she does even though she proves to us again and again that she’s not phased by it in the slightest and might actually be just as bad. TYL and she’s still running around helping them do god knows what. She follows them on this massacre pridefully, she “believes in” them ( its sweet actually. They’re what she thinks of when Mukuro asks what she believes in and makes a young kokuyo gang.)

In fanfics when people write her to be a double edge sword it’s hilarious, and it should’ve been the character depicted in the Anime and manga instead. But I guess if she hadn’t been the quiet, breathy & compliant 14 year old people wouldn’t have morphed her into the fanon I enjoy now. Here’s some stuff i love and HC abt Chrome and the things I absolutely hated.

1. When she actually speaks not just when spoken to. She voices her concerns although she has no intent of not doing what’s asked of her. Who knew she could speak and still be the obedient gang member Mukuro trusts her to be. And when she does this it’s funny. She is the conscience he buries underneath disgust and amusement for chaos, but that’s not her entire character. She’s not reduced to the mom friend either because of this, she’s too passive on the matter. She indulges/Enables it just the same as Chikusa or Ken, although she knows better meanwhile the thought never occurs to them. To summarize :

she’s Brian

2. She’s unhinged and the best part is nobody knows even though it’s blatantly obvious. She may not have the same bloodlust or violent disposition as her peers but there are other ways to showcase this. To Allow Mukuro the leader of this little fearsome Five-some to possess you whenever he feels like and witness whatever horrors he decides to inflict upon someone that day means she’s accepting of literally everything he does. She never resists or expresses distaste/fear for him or anything he does. We assume she would in some capacity because she was depicted as this wide eyed innocent girl trying her best to repay the man that got her to join a gang under the guise of a found family. She quite literally signed up for guts n glory. She knew this and never had second thoughts. Mind you she doesn’t share the same hatred for the mafia as the boys, theirs is blind hatred regardless of who you are. Hers is through them, they are her looking glass rightfully so, so if they say it then their word is law. I’m not sure about you but I would definitely be mindful of the girl who was raised semi normal and willingly turned into a killer for Mukuro of all people. They’re killing adults not shaking them up, they aren’t Tsuna and his friends they finish the job when necessary. The body count is unimaginable. She is just as loyal as Ken and Chikusa and would probably strike you where you stand for speaking ill of him. (She wouldn’t but would definitely be opposed to whatever you’re saying, unless it’s name calling. He takes no offense to that and welcomes it in fact.)

3. The fact that she’s a person apart from Mukuro (physically speaking.) and the Vongola team at all is a blessing in few fics. Although she was made to stand in for Mukuro, when he is released it’s not necessary hence him pushing her to be apart from him and his duties. He did this in the future as well when he possessed Guidio Greco no longer using chrome which lets us know she was successful in becoming a useful comrade and not just a vessel and vongola stand in. She had to otherwise he would’ve left her alone whether she was keeping his Vongola ring warm or not. She is just as aloof as Hibari, always off with her own people only engaging when it’s asked of her. I adore when people keep that in mind and don’t lump her with following behind the vongola as if she were one of them. She shows up for them when asked but her main focus is ultimately committing felonies with Ken and Chikusa per Mukuro’s orders. let her be with the kokuyo gang and let her contribute in the way she’s meant to as a fighter. figure her out give her something cool

ik that’s hard considering what we got in the manga. warning things i hate ahead

what we got in the Anime and Manga:

so we know Chromes entire purpose was to be Rokudo Mukuro’s stand in, while holding the Vongola ring he soon takes back she is just the girl that is able to get him to come fight their battles when necessary. The Anime and Manga rarely let Chrome fend for herself. We all knew he was coming the second it got serious. By giving chrome that ring she ended up being the one thing to keep him loyal to his contract with being their guardian. If she’s in danger he comes and saves her, the Vongola put her in danger because he will show up and do his job it’s like a rat trap. She is not meant to be a Vongola guardian but more like a Mukuro whistle. They never openly admit it but in the show they will expect/ask her to do things that her track record doesn’t imply she can do and just silently expect Mukuro to show up like always. SKSJDWDN they’ll be like “oh yeah call the girl who passed out and all her organs disappeared I believe in her to do this job even though i’ve never seen her make it to the end of a fight ever not worried at all” sksksjjd They never actually expect chrome to do a job they expect her to go there and manage to get Mukuro to come out and play and we should acknowledge it was just an unspoken thing. Now I know that despite what I just implied about her not being that great a fighter but just good enough there are two comments made in all 400 chapters that are supposed to negate this.

Mammon says her illusions are powerful just not enough to fool him , and reborn says she could turn the tide if she were to fight against Mukuro but with confidence, these mean nothing to me because amano throws in so many useless comments like this and then fails to develop it further to make it believable. and she made powerful characters make note of this so it would be non negotiable and we would just take it at face value because its them but hello ?? ofc we want to see it just like we had to see Tsuna grow before we even considered taking him seriously. hell Dino got a quicker rise to his title than chrome bc its that easy to say oh he can come into his own when needed they just never meant to do it for chrome.

it’s so irritating when they try to say she’s powerful or could be but give no actual footing for anyone to take those comments seriously when they make her pass out for thirty chapters after doing the bare minimum.

let chrome win on her own not just start strong then step out of the way then have some character say “no really she could be powerful we aren’t going to show you though” .

when she helped them sneak in the base on her own and even makes those illusions of them fighting we should have gotten more of that!!!

literally every character is fighting the funeral wreaths and chrome is running in the woods out of breath...even Lambo got to fight.

you made her sit out of the rep battle to focus on making organs like that wasn’t something she already accomplished in the future and suddenly can’t do anymore ?.....

Chrome finally makes one fighting decision and its to make a mist forcefield that’s dangerous but hell yeah we think she will finally pull through with something powerful and prove herself and then they have mukuro come in a panel later saying “your flames are far too weak to do that I will make it better and help you not die” BYE that was a perfect time to have her come in to her own seeing as she was powerful and confident enough to initiate it in the first place.

breaking the barrier daemon spade makes * chefs kiss * give me more

when they’re not blindly robbing chrome of character development she’s just getting kidnapped, passing out or helping them with small things like making a fake Yamamoto for a party or sneaking in the base with illusions to disguise them. Hello she’s training under mukuro right ??? why did we ever get to see her get stronger each fight and have them say ‘she’s learning quick” instead.

enough abt what we got, back to what I’ve managed to make out of the scraps we were given..

4. Mukuro is the only one who reassures that she actually is a fighter and she eventually grows to be a good one bc of this and you should write about that dynamic and why it exists more. this one is long.

the whole dynamic I was referring to exploring is the one where Mukuro and chrome are meant to be equals. He meets this girl whose been neglected and left for dead, another kid messed up by adults neglectful selfish behavior. she willingly follows the boy who is plagued by the same demons and made a small group dedicated to getting revenge for it. Mukuro & Chrome know they’re two sides of the same coin. he is anger and she is acceptance. He probably finds it amusing she isn’t as angry as them wants to draw it out of her where as chrome wants to pull out the peace that comes with moving on once you’re in a better place. the girl is so happy to not be near her mom and grateful for this little family while the boys are quite literally holding a grudge against the world. and like none of them even see it the way she does but she wants them to. Mukuro and chrome didn’t go through the same things but it doesn’t matter to either of them because its the same story, nobody loved or valued them enough to protect them. In the end chrome will learn to be angry abt things that happen and use that to find a will to fight for something and Mukuro will learn to be at peace because they’re not in that lab anymore and those people are gone from their life. as fighters they’re so important to each others balance Mukuro’s rage cannot be left to be so blind and hers unattended and i know it’s supposed to be Tsuna that cleans his soul but i think chrome definitely plays a more active role in that. I think he sees a better him in her, he makes her his second gives her his name because she’s the good he knows he can never fully be. she posses a peace he’s not hopeful enough to believe he can achieve or want and ultimately it will make her far more capable of the change he wants. in believing this it means he also believes she will be just as powerful as him with the right training. he’s literally training his demise and her name is Chrome. he wont take over a (mafia) world he wants her to save. we all know he’s like annoyingly stupid when it comes to showing his emotions, he rather pretend he’s sending you to die when he’s quite literally ushering you to what he thinks is safe and sacrificing himself. so I can totally see him being like “okay Tsuna might really change the mafia and I want to see that but I've already dug my own grave here's a better newer me that will be way easier to accept than me turning over a new leaf 40 dead families later.”

5. in the future Hibari is much more happy to help and be around because he knows what a powerful fighter Tsuna turns out to be, i think this is the exact same reason why he goes and helps chrome save herself. Kyoya knows and possibly even respects future chrome enough to save her when she’s at her weakest which he usually detests. Chrome grows to be much more in the future and that’s exactly why he even gives this sick chrome a push. everyone likes to think it’s a Mukuro thing for him but what if it actually is a chrome thing. in the show he’s never been present to witness her show any kind of power so we can only assume that at some point he saw her in action.

6. it’s implied in the future that Mukuro fights alongside her, he views her as more than just a vessel and doesn’t baby her in the slightest when he pushes her to become her own being. I won’t call it respect per say but he doesn’t look at her as a doll even though that’s the part she played for him. He still trains her the way he eventually does Fran. We all know he just wants Mini Mukuros to aid him in his endeavors but the fact that he chooses her says a lot about how she’s meant to be viewed. He also chooses a nine year old brat with an apple hat but hey he must see something everyone else doesn’t until he’s done with them seeing as Fran was kidnapped by the freaking Varia once Mukuro’s teachings were for the most part implemented. “Oh you learned under Mukuro ? We can’t have Mukuro you need to join us immediately” (I’ve just realized Mukuro gave the vongola their strongest mist guardians all while claiming to hate them. Funny man). imagine how powerful Chrome gets, even better when Mukuro is actually there in the flesh to teach her where as Fran got some illusionary version of him. WRITE ABOUT IT.

7. for the love of god give that girl her own fighting style. yamamoto has his sword gokudera is literally baby genius ryohei is a boxer and hibari has like the most random weapon ever. go crazy. i love it when chrome isn’t pulling a trident from her bag. because she’s not mukuro anymore. she’s a reticent mist guardian, compliment that. Mukuros trident has his own history with him. give her some history of her own.

in my fic Chrome uses a scythe and tears through reality with it.

reason: because she is a grim reaper in her own right. she rose from the dead and is showing up to collect the souls of the wicked. a silent but fearsome person.

her style ? : personally I like to believe chrome dabbles in profiling, hear me out. Her parents were neglectful and in turn she really has little experience with relationships in general, i think her curiosity would lead her to constantly study peoples relationships and behaviors and see how they affect her target. aka she fights by showing up getting in your head and haunting you with your own past because even if they see through it damn what a nasty wound or insecurity to bring up in the form of a hell loop illusion. this also ties into her being Mukuro 2.0 he’s known to just be eerily in the know of everything going on even when he’s not there. this would be a great way of her matching that aspect of him and possibly surpassing it.

#THIS WAS SO LONG #But worth it #im so excited about writing chrome rn thanks for letting me rant #fic talk #chrome dokuro #khr #khr headcanons #SpriteLand #SpriteRot

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nanasarea · 4 years

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Park Jisung as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jisung x idol!reader

Requested

Word count:1757 (dear lord, the longest in the idol bf series damn...)

a/n: this is more of a jisung as your bf in general, not so much the idol aspect sorry. Also yes, i ended up writing about jisung having a baby, sue me, I’m in jisung hours now! also do i even need to say it’s not proofread at this point?

Haechan / Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jaehyun

you were in the same dance class when you were younger

so you were friends way before either of your debuts

like when you knew each other when he was an smrookie

and of course, both of you being talented dancers

you were both training under companies at a rather young age

and it isn’t easy being a trainee regardless of your age

but because you were both still in school

and so young

you knew you should stick together

let’s say you had chemistry homework

but you also had vocal lessons

i’m not saying he would help you

because he wouldn’t

but he would be there to motivate you

and study his own school work

so you weren’t alone

it’s safe to say you were each other’s motivation when it came to school

he would also insist on his mom picking you up from school and driving you to the company when your mom couldn’t

same would go reversed

not that either of your moms minded

they found it adorable

and they shipped you both anyway so

that means him and his family coming over for dinner

and you and yours going to theirs for dinner

and your moms would document all of your childhood memories

they would bond over it

since you didn’t have time to make any friends in school,

you both valued your friendship a lot

he ended up debuting before you

and you teased him a lot

until he “taught” you how to ride a hoverboard

and you ended up falling in the first 4 seconds

then he would tease you

and you’d now understand how hard his dances really were

you met most of his members when they were smrookies

but you didn’t know renjun and chenle that well

so whenever you could,

you would hang out with each other

and become very close

which is why they were all so supportive when you ran into their dorms and yelled that you were debuting

you end up having a little celebration

when you actually did debut,

they were so hyped

especially jisung

he streamed your mv so many times

he knew every detail of every scene in the mv

which was adorable

the fans knew you were childhood friends so they absolutely loved your interactions

which meant your company/companies being like

WE COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THAT

so they make sure you have a collab stage

like really early in your debut

and it was kinda awkward

but because you knew each other beforehand

you felt completely fine

at this point, your moms were betting on when you’d start dating

to which you would both just blush and tell them to stop

you end up going on so many variety shows together

mainly dance specials

and everyone finds you too adorable

like everyone ships it

but they’re kinda lowkey about it because they don’t want to make you uncomfortable

not the case of his members tho

or yours

you can’t tell me jaemin’s hiatus wasn’t just him laying in bed, resting and planning your wedding

you can’t

taeyong ends up asking him why he hasn’t asked you out yet

he just blushes

it wasn’t until you were both a bit older

and you were at an award ceremony

where everyone was complimenting you

like your dress, makeup, hair, etc

that he realized he liked you

seeing you like that and realizing he needs to stop looking at you as his little childhood friend

and start looking at you as an adult

or somewhat of an adult

he can never look at you as an adult

because he would always have the image of you

with 6 empty chocolate milks around you

and a gummy worm hanging from your mouth

as you tried your best to color the coloring book correctly

but hey, you were always going to have the imagine of him

hanging from monkey bars

after he finished his 5th scoop of ice cream

and laughing because he overheard someone say a fart joke

ANYWAY

he starts seeing you as an adult

kinda

and he gets slightly jealous when everyone compliments you

so after that, he goes to taeyong and jaehyun

and asks for dating advice

jaehyun just yells

“wooooo! you should know my usual boba order by now, right, lee?”

These fuckers bet on how long it would take for jisung to realize his feelings

and jaehyun would regrets only asking for a free boba when he won

but he’s way too happy about winning to care

it ends with half of 127 and half of dreamies giving advice,

the other halves teasing

and wayv cooing on the phone as they were in china at the time

it takes him like 5 months till he confesses

he’s a nervous baby let him be

and when he does get the courage,

he takes you to an amusement park

you don’t go on any of the rides

because he’s scared

but you do play the games and eat food

you even watch the fireworks

which is when he finally holds your hand for the first time

you did a lot of skinship before

like when you were friends

but it wasn’t like this

it was cute

he was so nervous

your palms were both sweaty from nervousness

but neither of you cared

you were just happy to enjoy the moment

that got cheesy

he even walked you to your dorm

like to right in front of your door

which is when he hesitantly gave you a kiss on the cheek

but you wanted a real kiss so you gave him a proper kiss

and he ended up almost tripping on his way to the elevator

where he smiled to himself

and tried to calm himself down

so the members wouldn’t see him like this

but they did

they teased him

and just yelled with him

“our baby had his first kiss!” -jaemin

“life is going way too fast! weren’t you like 3 years old yesterday?!”- jeno

“how come he’s 2 years younger and already getting more action than me?!” -renjun

the others find out

and tease him

mostly they just congratulate him tho

“wooo! our baby is becoming a man!” -taeyong

“doyoung, hold me, i’m emotional!” -johnny

“when’s the wedding?” -taeil

“wedding? i always cry at weddings...” -jungwoo

“no weddings! yet!” -kun

“yeah! he’s not getting married before me!” -jaehyun

they might have gone a bit overboard

but can you blame them

it’s their baby we’re talking abt

they still see him as the little toddler from when he was on mickey mouse club

also you end up not telling your parents right away

and they keep match making

so you end up being like

“Mom, we’re already dating, you can stop”

cue both of your moms get excited

like they’re already talking about being the best grandmas

and having the cutest grandchildren

even tho you’ve only been together for 2 months

something tells me he’d be the type to want to have matching everything

phone cases

(probably anna and kristoff ones)

then profile pictures

jewelry

clothing

anything and everything

he’d find it so cute

speaking of matching profile pics

the fans would realize what was going on

when you would match your pfps

so your company/companies were like

yes, they’re dating, no one is surprised...anyway 127 comeback

your dating announcement is like super chill

mainly because everyone was waiting for it

also i feel like he’d always be playing with your hair

and fixing it

like all the time

a single hair out of place?

we can’t have that!

his hands are in your hair already

would text you for advice while filming chenji’s this and that

and would always make something for you too

“chenle’s turned out more aesthetic but mine is made with love, so mine is better my default.”

also it wouldn’t matter if you’re older than him, the same age, younger than him

doesn’t matter

would want to hear you call him oppa

but immediately get shy after

also he’s an aquarius

so if you end up getting really random texts during the day

like during your schedules

don’t be surprised

like he’s already maknae on top

so he will rebel to like some of the things you say

“jisung! we need to get back to filming in 3 minutes!”

“but weeee!” -jisung going down the slide for the 5th time

cries when you joke about leaving him there

speaking of crying,

we all know he’s emotional

and cries easily

so he just runs to you whenever he wants to cry

and just placed his head on your shoulder

to hide his facial expression

but it’s okay

you’ve already seen everything from the random snaps you get every day

he might not know how to comfort you at first

but he will learn

and he’s pretty mature for his age

so he would take comforting you very seriously

he’s a really good listener

so he would love to just hear you vent to him

it would kinda boost his ego a bit too

like he’s the one who you’re venting to

yknow what i mean?

but also he protects you very well

you get scared of a spider

he goes all manly mode

and gets rid of it for you

doesn’t like to admit it,

but he thinks about you a lot

and your future

like once you two grow out of your idol lives

and into a more adult life

where you get married

and have kids

kids who tease their uncles (aka nct members)

because THE maknae on top was their teacher after all

speaking of weddings

his older brother got married

and obviously you were his date

and everyone kept looking at you two

asking when it was your turn

your mom said “hopefully soon”

“mom, we don’t have time, we have busy schedules”

“but one day...”

time jump to when the news breaks about your engagement

and everyone is crying

they watched you both grow up and now you’re getting married??

what???

the announcement was everywhere

also you don’t announce anything about a child

one day, you just both post a picture of your daughter

with a caption like

“she’s so cute, i knew my genes were good.”

or something like that

and everyone goes wild

nation’s babies having a baby?

legend says chenle’s screaming caused 2 earthquakes that day

to sum it up: nation’s babies turned nation’s it couple because jisung is the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for

.....i might have gone way more invested than i thought i was going to. Do i regret it tho? hell no. Am i emotional now because I pictured adult Jisung with a baby? hell yes.

tag list: @soleilchannie

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katsukisbeatingheart · 4 years

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and far away

Where two points meet in the wrong place, and second chances are inevitable.

word count: 3,090

warnings: angst, mentions of death, but it ends fluffy (and dramatic), i promise

ao3

a/n: aright this was the first soulmate au i wrote and look at it not being the first i post, comin atcha live from the wake of deadline after deadline.

Anyway. i don’t even know what kinda soulmate au this is i just sorta threw it up bc i had a dream abt this and i couldn’t get it out of my head and i had to rework it until i got it right.

thank u.

shinso

dabi

sero

You know that weird feeling you get, hearing about a piece of your little big world disappearing—how maybe you took it for granted, because it was inconsequential to your immediate life, yet it was still always just there?

Things you never thought about, but they’re gone and they’ve left behind an incalculable, gaping hollow.

You take notice, and your life changes forever.

That one flower shop you would pass by on your way to work in the morning burned down last week. You’d never considered stepping foot in to it once and yet the lingering aroma of hydrangea, bishop’s lace, and caspia melded with smoke reminds you harrowingly of the crisped possibility of something beautiful growing.

The statue sitting obscurely just at the edges of town—the one you’d see very briefly through the train car windows as it blurred into distance and hapless memory—the lightrail broke down in front of it one time, you could see it had garish red spray paint at the base—toppled over a few nights ago. You must have seen and missed it a hundred times and now it would never stand tall again.

Or, a person.

The hero surging up the ranks, commanding noise and shaking the earth with a violently righteous heart and power of will—had died last night.

He won to save.

For the first and last time, he lost to save.

You'd have expected sadness, of course—after all, he was a hero—and a person.

That empathetic sense of loss was inevitable, no matter who it could be.

But a piece of you had been broken in that moment.

You woke in a cold sweat, heart hammering in your ribcage, cheeks soaked under silent tears a thunderstorm couldn’t feel coming. The grief outweighed the confusion.

Recollections of a smoky scene billowed in and out of your consciousness, the rumbling and rubble in fresh vibrations on your skin. Though when you tried to remember—when you tried vehemently to clutch at the broken pieces—your head throbbed with an unknown ache.

It was like trying to recall memories from a life that wasn’t yours.

You were listless in your haze to the kitchen, pulling down a glass to fill with water. The coolness slipped down your throat to satiate flames you didn’t ignite.

By some spell only the universe and the promise mark branded across your heart of hearts knew, you clicked the television on through cold fingers. You can’t say that you remember fishing around the couch cushions for the remote, and you clutched to it like it was the only physical thing available. A flimsy, breakable anchor and a key to your undoing. The buttons stilled and your expression grew stony upon the red headline glaring through the room at 2:14 a.m.

The glass slipped from your fingers and you fell to your knees in the fractures.

The explosion you knew ended it all echoed in your ears, its knell a salient cackle without a voice, and existence a weightless pressure on your chest and head—places he’d have to wait to kiss for another lifetime.

You’d never focused on soulmates, the mere idea of one a luxury you could not afford.

And now a cruel, implacable taunt you could not bear.

Yours was miles away, apparently, and even before this moment you were more than a little skeptical about the idea of them. You’d heard the stories—promises from and to the universe conquering distance and time.

And love.

Love so overwhelmingly pure it stretches across ages your world just didn’t have.

To you, it seemed merciless—doomed to tie with souls you could miss in more than a few incarnations. Maybe some had multiple soulmates, you’d thought. You couldn’t be sure you were one of those people—if that was at all possible—but then again you weren’t sure how to tell.

All you knew, was right then and there, you at least had one.

It killed you knowing it took losing something you never even knew you had, to want it so, so desperately bad.

The truth curled at your throat venomously, asphyxiating a slow and decadent anguish incomparable to anything you’d ever felt before. Rip a limb, a lung, all limbs, both lungs—pull your heart right through the skin of your chest in a spiked, poisonous vice; nothing could destroy you more than this.

He was gone, and you were certain it was the kind of gone you would feel the next life over.

You barely had any strength in you to curse the stars swimming in your vision; barely any will to pray for a tear in existence—a loophole to bring him back.

Another chance.

Dilapidated and barren, you had spread out over the broken glass, impervious to what can only dream of harming you.

•.•.•.•.•.•.

The crowd swirled around you, passing faces and brushing shoulders with hardly an 'excuse me', or ‘coming through'.

One particularly harsh shoulder check sent you back a step, and you whirled to get a better view at who had crashed into you.

A man in a red turtleneck, donning a tan trench coat and a frustrated growl checked his wristwatch, before looking back up to you with kindling in his eyes. They were sharp, even as he glanced down at you rather indifferently, eyebrows pulled into a harsher expression than expected for someone who had been so kind as to gratingly remind you of your place in the crowd. Just another bit of space to skirt around into the next person, most likely.

Suddenly he relaxes, eyebrows raising up the slightest.

“Hello there, stranger.”

Your heart leaps to your throat and the tears flow—an unknown relief flooding through and you feel grief from another lifetime dissipate. You launch as best as you can into his arms, and he gathers you into palms that smell like caramel and sugar and ink and brass—in a hold that makes you feel safe.

And very warm.

You feel his hands at the top of your head and pressed into your back. They're big and steady, something you hadn’t realized you needed until they were on you.

It was as if all your life you had woven insipidly day to day on a tumultuous mundanity cracking at your feet.

And now with the hand that guided you into every curve and fold of the blazing man at your fingertips were you unshakable.

You blink and the fire flickers behind his eyes. He’s staring at you intensely—as though he’d silently asked you a question only you knew the answer to. Like it would disappear from existence if he were to look away now.

That much was probably true, as his skin paled to cumbersome bewilderment and an uncertainty to make a willow tree quiver. He had frozen, as if he could see the universe unwinding on your face.

Your voice echoed a hollow “I’m sorry”, and the crowd separated you like the tide pulling from the shoreline.

•.•.•.

You didn’t know what the sea did with the waves once they took them from the coast, but you did know that aching familiar feeling of impermanence. How an undercurrent can feel like a lifetime, and yet no amount of splashing can save a riptide. Not from brevity or grief in the same short breath.

It was still that recognizable body of water. The jolt of a new ripple in a single spot designing the whole thing entirely different, even if just for that one spot. That one moment.

A lot of it was in chance, you figured; chance that was so somberly beautiful in it’s immanence and what ifs.

Work swept you by with a complicated ease. You recall people communicating to you—you just don’t remember what they had said. Or needed. Or asked. Or pleaded. Behind calls of a name that sounded nothing like yours, yet you for some reason still answered to. Your attention fixated on the improbable, and you lived your day in a vacuum. You’d been shaken up so bad and filled by so much longing that by the end of it, you couldn’t tell your own headache from the strain of the city around you.

Your step from the platform onto the train car was cement, but you willed yourself forward for the certainty of routine and familiarity in the wake of tomorrow. The presence of other people around you was vague, and you thought to yourself how you would rather be anywhere else in the world than right there.

When the doors sliding closed behind you sounded a little too final—like the angry clank of a set of iron bars—you jerked your chin up, and leapt forward to press your fingertips to the glass.

On the other side, was the man with red eyes. His blonde hair bristled, almost as if he’d felt what you were feeling. Electric. Scared.

The cement in your step earlier felt like a ball and chain now.

You pressed further desperately against the completely solid and completely flat surface, as though you could singlehandedly figure a way to defy all known laws of earthen physics and somehow permeate through the doors. It was like watching a tsunami form, feeling the flood come and go and the wind push against your face. The motions were slow—his gaze using an eternity to find you again for the second time in this life—and you could feel yourself beginning to drown.

His eyes meeting yours became the catalyst to your fifty-second undoing. The undertow touched your face, laced your ankles, and pulled you under with the abruptly unwelcome motion of the train.

You watched each other through the window.

There was a spark of motion—he had dropped whatever was in his hands in a hastened mess—and you both took off in different directions to the same apex.

You skipped and hurdled around people cramped like bricks, strewn about like greenbriers, and stretched about like tripwire. You weren’t sure if you were actually saying anything, but your mouth moved like it was trying to apologise as you zipped down the opposite end of the train, eyes never leaving the man quickly slipping through your fingers ag—

Again.

The word rang in your ear like the piercing peal after an eruption.

Dread filled your chest as you watched the end of the train come into view, and the man in red ran out of platform to chase after you to. He stopped and stared in absolute dismay, as the light catching on your face from behind the window faded into the darkness of the tunnel.

You, in turn, leaned against the back window, throwing your shoulders around to slide to the floor. People stared and murmured, their curious gazes and exchanges doing nothing to penetrate the frenzy lurching you back and forth.

Your breath stung—but not anymore than your eyes.

He might be back. Tomorrow. You never know what'll happen tomorrow, your heart reasoned. Lucky for it, it hadn’t realized the both of you had already broken to pieces. Your skin stung and prickled with a vengeance, as though barrages of glass were sprouting where your nerves would be.

Never seen him there before. This was probably just a one-time thing, the hollow muttered. It was a bitter thing absolutely none of you needed to hear, but you figured it was the truth. After all, what are the chances of finding one man you’d never run into before in your life, among the thousands you see every day?

Way easier to give in than to hope for this ephemeral nonsense.

You hardly recognized the echoed, tin voice bleeding through the intercom, announcing that you had arrived at your destination. You briefly wondered how a trip that had felt so achingly long had gone by so fast—especially now that you realized you weren’t where you were supposed to be.

Collecting yourself as best you could, you rolled up slowly, pulling your coat around you tighter. You cleared the platform and stepped glacially up the steps, taking a moment to fix your eyes on the sunset tearing a beautiful orange, red, and yellow across the usually blue sky. It was an inferno against the usual insipidness.

You fixated on the rolling greens surrounding the scar the city made with it’s cracked sidewalks and taunting buildings and yelling cars and angry people and empty promises and—

“Hey.”

Broken hearts weren’t supposed to beat so loudly but yours did. You spun on your heal to face him.

You choked and felt unbearably like you should leap into his arms, as though something was imploring you to.

“Hey there, stranger,” you whispered, with a meek crack on the end of your breath. You were facing the beginning of the rest of your life and all you could say was hey back.

The man in front of you seemed to get the same idea, because he moved closer, sauntering up the slope to close the small distance like he had all the time in the world. Though, part of that might have been exhaustion, and part fear that the wind would catch you and steal you away. His legs trembled and you wondered what reason dominated the better bit of that.

He stopped in front of you, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slouched in a resolved curve, the smallest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips. You were certain you didn’t know him, and yet you were perfectly ready to believe that little bend in his face wasn’t a usually welcome guest. It looked so foreign on a face you weren’t supposed to have any recollection of.

His voice is like crackling and smoking tinder, deep and rich and roaring. It was getting to you in ways you never expected a sound to find.

“Don’t tell me I ran the better part of an entire city just for some shitty 'hey there'.”

You don’t think you’ll ever get over your shock and awe, but you collect your wits to square yourself against him. Your movements are sinuous as you slide forward, damn near chest to chest when you raise your face again.

“Well,” you sigh, letting a not-unkind smirk slip into your features, “looks like you’ll have to stick around longer if you want more than that.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s a matter of want, but more a matter of deserve,” he grumbles. You snort at that, mindlessly catching a loose strand of his hair between deft fingers.

“Is that so? What makes you so entitled?” you tease.

His expression falls and some kind of grief pulls his brows down.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “I just feel like I’ve been missing something.”

For the first time in a while, you breathe evenly. It’s an odd feeling, but not unlike that moment of clarity you imagine tides have just before becoming a whole ocean again. Like the one you’d been dreaming of for so long.

Your raindrop fingertips find the smoothness of his skin, brushing along his cheekbones to roll down and splay across the sturdy planes of his chest. The quiet is cacophonous but you inhale gently and smile the most genuine you feel you could possibly muster.

“Hi,” you begin again, eyes sweeping the fabric of his sweater, to try and find confidence in the material. You raise your gaze to his—burning through your eyelashes—and he’s glaring at you with a quirked brow that doesn’t feel at all the threat you imagine it would be in different circumstances.

“I don’t know how to describe this, but I think… there’s this something that’s telling me I’m supposed to be with you— someway.” You glide your fingers down the curve of his arms, linking very lightly around his wrist.

“I feel like you’re someone I’ve lost a long time ago—” your fingers tangle into the cracking skin along his hands,

“—and I’m being offered this one chance to find you again.”

You measure up your hands, placing them palm to palm and he stares like they’re all he can see.

“If I don’t take it you’ll be gone for good,” you whisper in a voice so frangible.

A cheekier smirk cracks his mask from ear to ear.

“In that case, I’m definitely entitled to something, then.”

“Like what?”

Tender wouldn’t have been the first choice of words the moment you crashed into the scowling man on the street—but here he was now, cantankerousness replaced with a compassion you shouldn’t be surprised he could hold—considering you’d never met, after all.

“Your name.”

You tell him with a resounding crest in his chest and when the lightning strikes, his smile actually shows teeth that aren’t grit into a grimace. The first drop of rain spills down your face, and the man in front of you catches it with his thumb.

“Katsuki.”

It was loud, hearing that name in your ears. Like being trapped inside a clock tower—the reverb of each cog shifting and clicking into place with a harsh clang, succeeding rolling tones in succinct phrases you’d been hearing all your life.

Or rather—lives.

Your places in existence swirling in and out of mosaic focus of one another, to finally comix as clandestine breaths and fluttering of skin on skin.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Katsuki,” you smile.

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha soulmate au #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero imagines #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha reader insert #bnha x you #why am i so dramatic with bakugou????#this is ridiculous somebody please come stop me #im rlly out here i guess

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tojisveryown · 3 years

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AFTER HEARING ABT KOKO’S Y/N EXPERIENCE I WANNA KNOW IF YALL HAD ANY OF THE SORT

if you don’t here’s mine,, kinda???

Okay so around 2-3 ish years ago I went on this church retreat for my confirmation class and we stayed in cabins for the whole weekend.

During that weekend we made one of those bags with our names on them and stuck them to a wall, basically they were there so that people can leave anonymous letters, and I made sure to put mine at the very top so no one would see it.

At the end of the weekend when we were about to leave we were able to get them and on the ride home i looked through them and there was a number in there and a note saying “ur cute” or something along the lines of that. and they were clearly written by the same person bc of the handwriting and it was genuinely so neat that i thought a girl had written it.

and so i texted the number thinking it was someone from my cabin right? and i said something like “hey is this someone from cabin 16?” and they didn’t reply until i got home

and while i was waiting for my dad to pick me up one of my friends had texted me saying

“hey elsy you know — right?”

and i said “yeah isn’t he in the same confirmation class as me?”

and basically he was a mutual friend of ours and set the both of us up.

and that number was the guy out mutual friend was talking about AND SO WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS ABOUT TO TEXT HIM CORRECTING MYSELF AND HE GOES

“no haha it’s — :)”

and then i was just like ??? how am i supposed to respond to that yk? cause at first i wasn’t interested, because i thought he was weird. for example, during the retreat i would always space out and look everywhere and EVERY DAMN TIME i looked near his direction his eyes were ALWAYS on me and we always made awkward eye contact and he would always break it because #ALPHAFEMALE🔥‼️ anyways yeah and i’d always notice that he’d be near me when we were in lines to get like food or if we were on a break or something.

later me and him start talking more and more and we became really good friends in the span of a week. we had another class coming up but he told me he couldn’t go because he was going to the philippines for a wedding right? and throughout the time he was in the philippines me and him stayed up at night and woke up early JUST to call and text each other and at this point i was like “oh fuck???” because I KNEW i started to like him.

Basically me and him had started to talk, and it didn’t last very long because i decided to cut him off. I got so tired of him constantly going to his friends when something was wrong and i didn’t wanna feel like i was talking to someone that needed to be babied.

BUT he during the time he did talk he had told me that on the retreat he always kept an eye out for me and that he’d always constantly tell his friends “she’s so cute” or something. i remember i wore a bright pink camo sweater (it was a pink ripndip camo zip up I SWEAR IT DOESNT LOOK UGLY IRL LMAO) so it was fairly easy to find me and during the very last day of the retreat we were assigned to group up with another group and our group leaders chose each over since they were dating which caused me and him to be in the same group and his friend had told him “this is it. this is your chance” and i remember hiding from the rest of the group because we had to sing and although filipino’s are supposed to be good at singing, i am the exception. so i hid in the back. while we were talking, he’d constantly post me on his story both sc and instagram and he had me as his profile picture and he’d ALWAYS send me goodmorning and goodnight texts, kinda cute.

BUT THEN when we stopped talking this OTHER GUY from the retreat had told me he liked me

for context: me and a bunch of the people i became close and or friends with made a group chat on instagram and he was in it

so then i didn’t think anything of it because at the time he hadn’t told me so we became really good friends and we still are to this day but during the time he liked me??? not so much

i always had a feeling that he did but i never thought anything of it until he called me his “golden girl” and he’d always tell me not to go back to — and obviously i listened for the sake of myself.

and it always seemed like he was constantly trying to one up — despite me and him not talking anymore??

i also vividly remember that me and him would stay up u til sunrise on the phone but there wasn’t much talking it was honestly just us falling in and out of sleep

i decided to cut him off too LMAO

only because i didn’t want to lead him on, we ended up making up after like 10 months of ghosting him and we’re okay now

but the guy i did talk to has tried to contact me but i’ve always turned him down because there was no chance that i would get caught in that again.

he believes it was right person wrong time, however i knew it was wrong person right time.

#❝elsy's nonsense❞

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jeonjeonggukenergy · 4 years

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Anti-Hero

summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, smut (coming in ch3!) - college!au

wordcount ~ 2.3k

warnings ~ pretty much n/a, mentions of drinking and light smut

a/n ~ v excited for these lil dorks! i thought about combining this with the upcoming chapter but it felt right on its own and i wanted to go ahead and post an update for yall haha. ch 3 will most definitely have some serious smut to look forward to 👀 thank yall for reading, i love and appreciate any form of support or feedback so so much, so feel free to msg me or send me an ask abt whatever you want! 🥰 hope u enjoy this chapter!!!

previous: chapter 1 ~ next: chapter 3 | chapter 4 (coming soon!)

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 2 ~ cowboy bebop & chill

You couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook. Every time you brought the enamel of your favorite mug to your lips, teeth knocking the rim as you exhaled to cool off your tea, it called back the click of his earrings in your mouth. Whenever you reached behind your ear to tuck away the hair you'd impulsively cropped to your chin this year, it hit the same spot you'd sucked into a bruise on his neck and you shivered. Even your slight headache thanks to the shitty vodka from the pregame reminded you of the wine you'd sought out from him in the first place and never fucking got to drink.

You found yourself reading over your responses to each other's discussion posts from your film class, trying to find any more justification for this sudden crush than the drunken flirtation that mortified you as soon as you remembered it sober. He did seem to like your directness...but you could easily ascribe that to his similarly loosened-up state. Scanning through your reflections on The Shawshank Redemption and Casablanca, you painstakingly overanalyzed every smiley face and "I loved that part too!" Could he have been into you at all before this? Or had he just eyed you for another quick fuck at a party? Shit, what if he hated you for working him up and then leaving? If he wanted to, you knew he would have easily found someone else to finish the night with. But what if he still held it against you? The image of him bitterly turning aside to find another girl in the crowd, with your hickey still fresh on his jaw, turned your stomach more than you wanted to admit.

Shaking your head with a grounding exhale, you reminded yourself that whoever else he did or didn't hook up with was none of your business. Plus, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and probably didn't hate you in the first place. Wow, the bar really was so fucking low. Maybe that was part of the reason you were never that bold with boys. Every classmate you'd fallen for so far at college had remained innocently unaware of your feelings, likely because you never worked up the courage to clearly express them. You hadn't even been trying this time, though—this semester had been so busy you'd barely had time for your friends, much less crushes. And now your one blowoff class had become your biggest distraction.

Jungkook, a communications & media major, couldn't afford to lose as much focus in this class as you. Normally near front-and-center, he sat all the way in the corner of the last row, wary of imaginary stares burning through the hopefully-opaque-enough curtain of his hair. Even the risk of zoning out staring at the back of your head stressed him out less than the thought of you doing the same to him.

You walked into class through the back right entrance today so you'd pass Jungkook in the front row, though you could have gone straight to your usual left-side seat from the main door. Knowing you'd never summon the courage to talk to him, you still couldn't help wanting to see his face. You didn't know just what you were looking for—some kind of confirmation or dismissal that would let you just move on with your dry-ass life—but any reason to catch a glimpse of Jungkook was a good one. Today, though, he sat far closer to the entrance than you'd expected, and his proximity stopped you in your tracks a few feet behind him. Eyes dragging down the sculpted form under his soft black sweatsuit, your stare traced the veins in his forearms to reach the hands in his lap. Catching a half-page cartoon ass in your view of the manga he gazed at intently, a snort-laugh escaped you, the sound setting him on high alert. He snapped the book shut, spinning around with eyes wide and still-long hair an understandable mess for a Monday.

"I'm so—"

"I'm so sorry!"

You both shoved out the words at the same time.

A pause swelled between you, eye contact maintained as your mouths fluttered open and shut like fish. Even awkward and off-guard like this, he was just so damn pretty. It felt unreasonable for him to seem as flustered around you as you were around him. Finally, you spoke again, solely to force the conversation forward and put you both out of your misery.

"W-what do you have to be sorry for? I'm the one who, like—ugh, I was drunk, I'm so sorry, I never would have been so, yknow, if I was sober, like that's not me I promise, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or—"

"No-no-no-no-no!" Jungkook cut you off, dismissing your barely intelligible apology. Before you could cut him off in return and continue, he held up both hands between you, his eyebrows knit together in a pleading expression. "Are you kidding me? Seriously, I feel so bad, I was kind of drunk too, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable! Please, you have nothing to worry about, it was, uh...I was...good...if...you were." He grew shyer as he continued, drifting off as a hand reached back to rub his neck. A light laugh. "You did make me have to keep my hair long for another few days, though. It's gotten so annoying to take care of, I was planning on cutting it right after the costume."

This admission perked up all your earlier curiosities about him, and a cautious smile spread over your face as Jungkook unconsciously reminded you that he was, in fact, a total dork, rather than the fuckboy you'd irrationally feared him to be.

"Wait, hold up," you snorted again. Gently. "You're telling me you grew out your hair for three, maybe four, months...for a Cowboy Bebop costume?"

"Hey, it was free and way less lame than a wig," he defended himself. Crossing his arms over his chest, he fidgeted uncomfortably, face blushing into a grin as you continued to giggle at him.

"You are such a fucking weeb," you accused lightheartedly.

Jungkook furrowed his brows back together, an anxious hand grazing the spot where you'd marked him again. "Well, you recognized my Spike costume, at least," he pouted. "You're not all innocent."

"I watched one episode with my friend, and it was dubbed," you downplayed. "Isn't watching dubs instead of subs a crime for real anime fans?"

"Actually," his eyes lit up at your rhetorical question. "The dub of Cowboy Bebop is excellent. It's pretty universally considered better than watching the OG with subs. You're right though, that is the general rule."

"Oh man, who knew." Looking down, grinning, you tried to hide how endeared you were by his earnestness. "Well, it was pretty cool, not gonna lie. I guess I kind of get the appeal."

"Would you want to start watching the rest sometime? That's one I just never get tired of," he blurted, then blushed, closing his mouth and working his lips between his teeth as his eyes stayed wide and on you. Jungkook's heart accelerated in his chest, a fist opening and closing at his hip as he tried to decide whether he regretted taking a chance on the question.

You instantly diverted all your mental energy from hoping he couldn't sense your attraction to massively overthinking your response. This was a "Netflix and chill" kind of invite, right? If he wanted you, of course you wanted him, but you had to be sure before you did something else stupid and risked having to find another discussion board buddy.

"Um...yeah, sure," you accepted. "I have to ask, though, do you mean, like...Cowboy Bebop and chill?" You raised an eyebrow, trying to look bolder than you felt. "Or...Cowboy Bebop and just...Cowboy Bebop?"

"I..." Mirroring your playful grin, Jungkook shrugged, not wanting to look like a fuckboy if he answered with the first option but also wondering—were you actually interested in watching this anime with him? The possibility puzzled him, the same way it confused you how he could go bold and then back to his shy weeb-ass self within seconds. You shrugged too, with an anxious exhale of a laugh.

"That was...weird to just say like that, sorry. We can just see where it goes, whatever you want," you backtracked, full of faux-nonchalance. The Google Calendar schedule on your phone suddenly became very interesting. "We could do another day if that works for you, but I'm free after this class once I write my discussion post—I don't have any other homework or meetings today for once."

He nodded quickly, eyebrows up. Swallowing, Jungkook saw the opportunity to show a little more initiative and seized it. "We could do that together even, 'cause we usually jump off each other anyway. So you can come over right after class if you want." He glanced up and to the left for a quick mental inventory. "Oh shit, wait, but I seriously need to clean my apartment first, can we do more like dinner time tonight? You can just come over for ramen or takeout if you want, or eat first or whatever."

"Yeah, that's fine!" you agreed warmly. "Ramen and homework, two birds with one scone. I should probably, like...get your number? So you can send me your address when you're ready or something?" You didn't want to sound too desperate, especially since you knew he was used to it, but you found yourself weirdly excited to experience something he so obviously loved. If you got dicked down too, even better, but you were definitely willing to wait on that part, especially now that this first sober conversation had restored your inhibitions. He had this slightly shy sweetness about him that just made you want to make him happy somehow. You wanted to see more of his cheesy little smile. You wanted to hear the bright laugh that occasionally rang out at the most inappropriate times, during Citizen Kane or attendance. You wanted to watch his light pink lips fall open in bliss as you kissed down his sensitive neck to the trim of his worn-in hoodie...

"Yeah sure, here." The quick touch of his hand over yours snapped you out of your thoughts as he took your phone, ready to type in his number, and—

"Wait, did you say 'two birds with one scone'? Not 'one stone'?"

You blushed furiously. Somehow him calling you out on your quirks embarrassed you more than the indecent daydream he'd interrupted. "Okay, so I saw this tweet a while back where they said 'feed two birds with one scone' to replace 'kill two birds with one stone,' I think it was just some vegan troll being all like 'don't talk about killing birds!' but it stuck with me because I just really fucking love scones."

"You...really fucking love scones?" he repeated in slight sarcasm, eyes down on your phone. You grew even shyer, but continued.

"Yeah, I bake a lot and they're my favorite thing to make. The flavor possibilities are endless and they last for days so I just keep them on hand for breakfast and snacks and to give out to friends. And they go with tea, which is my other favorite thing." Ooh, was he a tea person? Should you bring some tonight? Something earthy, to go with your ramen. Your go-to green sencha, or maybe chrysanthemum? Chamomile?

Jungkook held your phone back out in front of you, but waited silently for you to notice, enjoying the view of wheels turning in your head as you pondered tea pairings. This was the you he was used to, daydreaming in class and going on tangents as dorky as his in discussions. Even from a distance, he'd noticed you consistently gave off a vibe somewhere between absentminded professor and grandma, and this confirmation made you even cuter to him. But the hair still falling over his ears wouldn't let him forget his new physical proof of another side to you.

You finally collected your phone with a mumbly "Oh right, yeah, cool, thanks," that you prayed sounded more chill to him than it did to you.

"I just texted myself, so I have your number too now, and I'll just send you my address when I'm ready, and, uh...yeah!" he rambled a bit in response.

You nodded, confirming. "I'll see you tonight!"

"Yeah, see you tonight."

Jungkook watched you walk to your desk, silently admiring your ass and allowing himself only a moment to savor the memory of half of it filling his hand. A strange nervousness tingled through him. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you all weekend either, and now he had a chance to get closer to you than ever before. He hoped, more than he could remember hoping for anything else, that this would go well, one way or another. He had no idea what you wanted with him, but you had him questioning everything he'd thought he wanted. Easing open his laptop, he pulled up your last discussion board response to him, signed off with a smiley face but backwards.

I like the way you think. (:

He turned his head to read it right-side-up, letting his face scrunch into a smile you wouldn't see.

Meanwhile, though the film thrilled you, you struggled to stay facing forward for the duration of class. You suspected the plot of Rear Window was simply unsettling you, but you swore you could feel Jungkook's eyes on your back. No, he was probably actually watching the movie as usual, or reading his manga if not. You were definitely just being paranoid. Definitely. Probably. Right?

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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saw ur post 4 saw asks n im here to deliver!! (also fully gonna answer the one u sent me i just had a busy night 💚) — hmmm would personally love to hear more abt the Matthews-Faulkner-Stanheight-Blank family dynamic? esp maybe Daniel + Art, but rlly just anything u wanna talk abt there! maybe if they have any sorta family traditions, what holidays look like for them, that sorta deal

shfajs tysm!!!! (also tht's totally okay, take yr time!!!)

also oooo I love this question okay. so like u mentioned this when I asked abt what Eric n Daniel's relationship would b like post-trap, but I think it's very very good fr Daniel 2 like. see tht Eric has ppl who love him n who don't mind helping him when he needs it n who are THERE fr him bc again, like you've mentioned, seeing a parent so utterly shattered th way Eric was after his trap is incredibly difficult, esp for a kid (though Daniel is like. at least seventeen? still). knowing tht his dad has a good support system n is surrounded by ppl tht care abt him helps put him at ease bc he knows he can trust Adam n Art. he knows they'll keep Eric safe n tht they'll help him to heal, tht they love him n want 2 see him do well n get better. plus, Daniel knows tht if he needs to talk 2 some1 abt how difficult seeing his dad like tht is, he knows both Adam n Art r there fr him and tht helps a lot. of course, he also has Rigg + maybe Hoffman (until th whole. u know.), but they don't live w Eric. they don't see him every day th way Art n Adam do. that's not 2 say they don't know Eric is struggling, but there is a difference btwn them n Eric's boyfriends. basically, Daniel is very much grateful fr Art + Adam.

I feel like Art wld be VERY good at lending an ear fr when Daniel needs 2 talk. whether that be abt their trap + tht whole experience, Eric's trap n the consequences/rough aftermath, just plain venting, etc.; Art is there 2 listen to them + offer a solution if they want one. most times I think Daniel just wants to b listened to, esp when it comes to what they went thru in the Nerve Gas House - tht's smth they don't feel comfortable discussing w Eric right away fr obvious reasons, but therapy can only do so much. I think th two of them have more in common than they might realize at first, bc hey, Art Killed A Man Because Trevor Was Going To Kill Him If He Didn't, and Daniel Killed A Man Because Xavier Would Have Killed Both Them And Amanda If They Didn't. I feel like Art is like. very reserved abt th details of his first trap + how they affected him (and th second one tbh; it's not smth he vocalizes often at all), but fr Daniel he wld gladly talk abt it if it meant Daniel didn't feel alone. if it meant it could help them, reassure them that hey, it wasn't yr fault, u did what u had to, n I know tht can be hard 2 believe right now n that's okay. u need to process things at yr own pace.

and so Art tells them abt the Mausoleum, bares a part of himself he keeps locked away where he doesn't often give it much thought/actively ignores it. n I think tht's healing fr him too, maybe. there's solace in tht shared experience, as horrible as it was in th moment. 2 know there's someone out there who has even th faintest inkling of what u went thru + what u had to do to survive. of course Daniel relates 2 Adam fr this reason too, but like. Art will use his Lawyer Voice n make sure Daniel understands tht what they did doesn't make them a bad person or confirm tht Jigsaw Was Right And They Deserved It. n tht's rly important fr Daniel 2 hear, esp early on. it's honestly one of th first times Art is truly honest abt his feelings on th matter + the Mausoleum, n it's just. a step tht much closer to healing for both of them.

family traditions!!! they do have a few! in the summer, every sunday they have Daniel w them, Eric Art n Adam go out fr ice cream, even if they get it at the drive thru n eat it in th car bc none of them want 2 be around all th people/sit outside in th muggy weather. it's a good way to get them all out of th house fr a little while, something enjoyable tht doesn't require too much energy or even interaction. it's just smth nice they can do where they're all together n chilling n just enjoying each other's company!

this is mostly a Daniel one but every year around April Fools he just. puts fucking googly eyes on everything. n every time some1 discovers some, it doesn't matter where in th house he is, u can hear him cackle abt it. Adam thinks it's an absolute delight n has assisted on multiple occasions. tht's abt as far as pranks go fr them, bc none of them like surprises like that, but god is it ever hilarious 2 hear Eric frm the kitchen while Art Adam n Daniel r in the living room when he says "I found another one!" while he's looking fr smth in the fridge kjdkfsf.

holidays!! every Christmas they all sit down in th living room n watch a couple of movies w the blankets spread out on th floor w snacks n hot chocolate. the first Christmas following his trap, Eric was sat on th couch between Adam n Art while Daniel chose to sprawl out on th floor, n he just looked around at his boyfriends n his son n the fake pine tree they had all decorated together n he like. needs to take a moment bc this is it. this is all he cld ever want out of life right here. this is a level of peace Eric never knew he wld ever be able to reach after what he went thru fr those six months. n he just sort of presses his face into Art's shoulder n breathes thru it. he doesn't even have to say anything fr Adam n Art to know what he's thinking bc Adam's hand is on his arm n Art's resting his cheek against th top of his head, n he might cry a little, but he's happy. surrounded by th ppl he loves n who love him, love him enough to keep the lights down low n the volume on th television soft, to use subtitles so he doesn't get overwhelmed, Eric realizes he has a home n it's just. oof.

fr Valentine's Day, this one was actually Adam's idea initially: wht they do is take sticky notes n write little affirmations on thm fr each other, n stick thm in places where they'll see it. sometimes Daniel joins in on this one, but usually it's an Art Eric Adam thing. so like it'll be little things, like a note frm Adam telling Eric how proud he is of him, or one from Art letting Adam know he couldn't have had a better best friend, or th one from Eric that thanks th both of thm fr helping him w his rashes + helping him 2 accept tht part of him n start to see it as nothing to be ashamed of. it starts on th first day of February and ends on Valentine's Day itself, n sometimes they get those packs of cards u get fr kids just to write goofy shit on thm to pass back n forth n make each other laugh. they also get th discounted candy!! (Adam steals all th twix bars tho. tht's okay bc Eric likes snickers anyway n Art is fond of reese's peanut butter cups. they share th sweet tarts + conversation hearts!)

Halloween is when they get a big bowl of candy 2 leave on th porch fr the kids who're trick-or-treating while th three of them stay inside (+Daniel sometimes!) n watch some classics, like their Christmas tradition. they Also add in some bad movies 2 mix it up a lil bit bc sometimes u just need a laugh. I am like in Lov w the idea u had abt Eric n Adam sometimes building cozy pillow forts, so they do tht n the three of them just vibe in there n lay together n look n talk. n like it's So Much Fun 2 have ppl to like. discuss movies w while yr watching them! esp when they're ppl who won't be annoyed w u when u wanna share a thought! like Eric n Adam will get into this deep discussion abt horror movie decisions n Art will just lay there n listen bc he loves them so much n loves hearing them get amped up abt things. he'll offer his own two cents if asked too! mostly he listens, but he can definitely contribute.

inevitably at some point, someone's hand ends up in Eric's hair n he's just. asleep not too long after that. usually on someone's shoulder or against their chest, n depending on who's still awake, they either try 2 move to th bedroom or they just sleep in th living room (i.e.: Art will try to convince Eric n Adam to come to bed properly, whereas Adam will just b like "fuck it" n pass out right there. has this led 2 them waking up sore b4? absolutely. but it's like. "we r adults who live w our decisions n this one happened 2 be sleeping on th floor" so.

n then a minor one is on their birthdays, some1 (usually Art, to be completely honest w u) will cook tht person their favourite comfort food fr dinner n they all help make cake/cupcakes/cookies/something dessert-related of their choice. so like Art rly likes brownies, Adam is fond of strawberry jello poke cake, n Eric can make some RLY good carrot cake cupcakes w homemade frosting too. it's just smth fr them to do together + like! it's celebrating! they've all been thru so much hell but they're still here! n that's rly th focus for the three of them. sometimes they have ppl over too - like Rigg, Gibson, Brit, Mallick, Lawrence, William (all of them best-case, obv); it's nice 2 have a lil party sometimes! after what they've endured they've kind of earned it I think!

thank u sm!!! this was so fun 2 think abt fjdkjsk

(lil random hc: when Daniel was little, Eric used 2 write letters to him frm Santa. eventually Daniel got "too old for that," but honestly? they cherish tht memory. I wanted 2 include it bc it makes me kjehfje!!!)

#thank u so much I love getting asks frm u!!!!!!#mutual support hours <3 #saw #eric #adam #art #daniel #others r mentioned #listen. a family can be u yr dad n his two boyfriends n yr all traumatized but yr coping together.#it pulls u together instead of tearing u apart.#which is a concept I desperately wish we could've seen more!! it's what they all deserved damn it!!#long post #asks #gnna go thru n tag these w that so I can like. maybe make a masterpost l8r?#if any1 is interested in tht!

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Anon 1 said:

Hi, can you help me find this fic, it’s pre serum Stucky, little Steve was very sick and someone tells Bucky Steve is going to die so he runs to Steve’s home crying, that’s all I remember. I’ve been looking for it for on the and can’t find it. :(

at6am said:

hello! ive been looking for this fic for the longest time, looked through every tag and i fear it has been removed :/ basically, bucky is “hiding” from an abusive ex. he finds him and confronts him, but steve sees him while hes on a run, and chases him off. he invites bucky to stay at his place to protect him. i remember steve being military. at the end, the boyfriend finds him and has a fight with bucky, where he breaks his jaw, but then steve arrives and shoots him, i think. help :(

Anon 2 said:

hii, I have a question, I'm looking for a fic! What I know about it, is that they are in some kind of sex club? Steve is a Dom, Bucky a Sub. Bucky thinks Steve is too nice and gentle and unexperienced at first and unintentionly makes fun of him, Steve doesn't take his shit and takes him into the dungeons, where only the most experienced Doms can go? I think it was even Nats club, or sum like that. Thanks so much already!!

Anon 3 said:

love y'all to bits. mwah x. i was wondering if u guys know abt a fic where steve n bucky are in avengers tower, slow dancing (i think the rest of the gang are there but not necessarily watching them?) and either steve or bucky gets super emotional bc they're pining and run out w/ the other following ??

Anon 4 said:

I've been trying to find a fic for hours but I cant remember the name of it. I remember that it was a modern au, bucky and steve were roommates or something, and whenever bucky cried, he only cried a single tear. They kissed at a christmas or new years party, but bucky ran away when steve didnt kiss back. Also, the author always refered to the space between the living room and kitchen as "no man's land", dont know why that certain detail stuck out at me. Pls help and thanks!

thefrenchfern said:

Hello! First of all many thanks for your wonderful work, your blog is so useful to find recommandations!! I am looking for a fic,where Bucky is working as a tailor (with Natasha) and he is also writing books under an alias. Steve is working nearby (in a gym maybe?) and he reads Bucky's book and he puts updates on goodreads? I also remember something about post it wirtten by Bucky to make Steve know its him. Many thanks for your help

Anon 5 said:

Hi, I feel like I have been looking for this fic forever everywhere. In it Bucky comes to Avengers Tower post Winter Soldier. He is recovering but he realizes Steve is lost too, and none of the other Avengers seem to realize. He starts gently bossing Steve around. He has Steve get his 40’s haircut back and Bucky buys 40’s style clothes for Steve to wear. They buy a farm and move out there, adopting a dog. Bucky gets set off by a trigger word and hides in the barn. Please help! Thank you!

Anon 6 said:

I lost a shrunkyclunks fic where Bucky meets Steve on the subway (or bus?) and they become fast friends, but Steve has a lot of money and Bucky is poor so every time they go out somewhere Bucky doesn't want to mention that he really can't afford to do much of anything. That's all I remember, do you know which fic I'm talking about? Thank youuuu

Anon 7 said:

Hi, desperate for some help here. I can only remember this one really specific detail from a fic I read recently, Steve asked Bucky something he'd never told anyone before, Bucky said he had Becca's kid for a weekend (?) and he said his first word at Bucky's place (the word had something to do with an ad on tv and was a pretty unusual first word), he never told Becca. Becca called Bucky a week later saying he did it again. Thanks for any help!!

artisticrogers1972 said:

I was reading a wonderful STUCKY fic; linked here from A03 and have lost it. This was maybe two-three days ago. It was about Bucky and Steve from the time they were kids on up and Bucky's mom was Roma. Bucky was in love with Steve but thought if he went with girls he'd be fine. They'd push beds together in the winter. Someone, please help!! I want to finish. It's part of a series and my head, with all the migraines, is easily forgetting titles

celestial-star-petals said:

Hello I'm looking for a fic that's post winter soldier I think. Bucky surrenders himself over to SHIELD and fury and maria have him imprisoned at headquarters but no one tells Steve, who, when he finds out immediately goes to him. Bucky doesn't leave so Steve visits as often as possible and so do the other avengers, sam, nat, pepper too. tony comes along tinkers with something in buckys cell and drops something that later helps bucky escape. Thank you for your help!!

cevansebb said:

hi guys do you know that fic (i rhink its recovery!bucky post tws fic) where bucky is OBSESSED with steve’s cowlick? if you could find it i’d appreciate it alot thank you!

Anon 8 said:

hi! i’m looking for a post-cacw fic where before helping bucky, wanda gives steve trigger words which makes bucky freak out, but then she takes them away. do you guys happen to know it? thanks :)

harrieserendipity said:

Hello stuckylibrary friends 🥰 I just went through a few of your tags looking for a fic that takes place pre-war. It’s summer& really hot out so Steve& Bucky have to sleep outside on their balcony/deck to keep cool overnight. Bucky wakes up w Steve asleep on top of him & like throws him off. It’s a prewar pining sort of thing I believe, but I went through that entire tag. I also know that this fic isn’t August and her sons, I thought it was but I just reread it and it’s not. Thanks friends!❤️

Anon 9 said:

hi! im pretty sure this was a pretty popular fic but i can't find it even with ao3 tags. it's post ca:ws steve+bucky w/ the avengers and one mission goes wrong and steve nearly dies and bucky confesses his feelings in panic but once he realizes that everyone heard him b/c the coms were still on, he dips and completely avoids steve?? i love y'all to bits, i hope you guys have been safe and healthy

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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If You Got a Valentine From the MHA Boys, Here’s What It Would Say…

Pairings: Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Reader, and Tenya Iida x Reader

Summary: The titLe

Warnings: Swearing, major uwu, mentions of sexual acts, angst?

AN: I finished this around noon, took a nap, finished AOT season 3, and I realize its 7:20 and I haven’t posted anything for v-day yet. Procrastination at it’s finest

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→ Denki Kaminari

Baby, you make my palms sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Love,

Denki

He’d probably spell “valentine’s” and “spaghetti” wrong, and you would probably smack him after reading it, but he still showers you in love and affection all day. After he’s taken you out to eat and given you all the gifts he could afford, he’ll show you the new yellow and black lingerie he bought for you.

He has quite a few hot yet adorable pictures on his phone now.

His love for you really shows up during this holiday, shining through his usual mask of stupidity.

why tf did kami call him ‘kacchan’? does he have a death wish or smth?

→ Katsuki Bakugou

Dear Angel,

Roses are red

Valentines always sucked

When you finish reading this

You’re gonna get fucked

Love you,

Katsuki

Despite the crude language on the glittery, handcrafted valentine, you bit your lip in anticipation as you pretended to continue reading. Katsuki stands in front of you, tapping his foot impatiently, red eyes alight and body tense and ready to pounce. There definitely wasn’t a raging boner tenting his sweatpants too. Finally, he snatches the red piece of paper from you, tosses it on your desk and grabs you, throwing you over one muscled shoulder to take you to his room.

Let’s just say it was a nice afternoon, a sweet evening, and a sore, yet pleasant morning.

Lots of chocolate.

And roses.

And a giant fluffy teddy bear with a ribbon around its neck you can buy a BJ’s for like $50

i would like to bring todoroki to your attention in the gif above

→ Eijirou Kirishima

To My Honeybun;

Y/n, you are the most amazing girlfriend in the world. Have I ever told you that? If I have, do I tell you enough? Every time I look at you, I swear the world stops. The breath catches in my throat, my heart skips a beat and I can’t help but remember how lucky I am to simply hold your hand when I walk you home from school. Your smile is like the sunrise, your eyes are like the falling stars we saw during the meteor shower, and your hair is softer than the finest silk. You know I could go on forever, right? I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me, plus if words can’t describe how beautiful you are, then how can I tell you how much I love you?

I love you.

I have lots of fun things planned today so as soon as you finish reading this, get dressed and come downstairs! This will be the best Valentine’s Day ever!

Your loving boyfriend,

Eiji

Honestly, I think his letter would be longer. He wouldn’t hesitate to outline in perfect detail exactly what about you and why he loves it and go on and on for at least 7 pages.

Change my mind

If you’re dating Kirishima Eijirou, news flash; he loves you more that oxygen itself and he will show you that through many acts of kindness, toothy grins, endless gifts, and sensual evenings. He will put your needs and wants before his own, so please take care of him and show him QUADRUPLE the love he shows you. Because he needs it to stay our favorite unbreakable baby.

→ Izuku Midoriya

Dear Y/n,

I’ll do my best to keep this short, but knowing me, that’s probably not gonna happen.

First of all, Happy Valentine’s Day! But even without this holiday, you’ll always be my valentine. I don’t need a special day to celebrate your love in my life. Since today the world is celebrating anyway, I am here to tell you how much I love you.

That sorta rhymes… right?

I guess that doesn’t really matter as long as I mean it, and I do! I can’t remember a day where your pretty smile didn’t light it up or when one of your hugs couldn’t make me warm.

I have our whole day planned out so get dressed in something pretty (actually, wear whatever you want. You look beautiful in everything) and meet me by the door.

I love you so much!!!

Izuku

This would be WAAAAAAY longer if Izuku Midoriya actually wrote this. Like Kirishima, you’re gonna get a 5-page essay on why you’re perfect, a 17-page essay on his favorite things about you, 2 and a half page essay on your face, 5-page essay on how cute you look wearing his clothes, and on and on and on. If you haven’t noticed, HE. LOVES. YOU. With all the love in his big, heroic heart. And yes. Broccoli boy mcfreakin’ planned out every second of the day, so you better appreciate it and tell him so because the letter you just read sounded like, “You’re gonna be bulbasore tonight babe. Love, Izuku” to him.

→ Shouto Todoroki

Dear Y/n,

I got my dad’s credit card so why don’t we go on a little shopping spree? Then we can go to McDonaldTrump’s for lunch afterward.

Meet you downstairs,

Sho

P.S. Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful!

It probably wouldn’t be a handwritten letter, most likely a text message, but you would still appreciate it a lot. Not only do you have a hot boyfriend, but he’s rich, he’s kind, and he loves you. Plus, you hate his dad so you were more than happy to drain a few thousand dollars from his bank account. Not that Endeavor would notice. The dude is literally rolling in cash.

(In reality, Shouto saved up his money so he could spend it on you. He didn’t want you to feel guilty for spending his or be dependent on his father to keep his woman happy)

Since this was a special day for both of you, Sho makes sure you have a lot of fun and you’re sure to remind him how much you love him too.

Cuddling in the evening while eating premium caramel-filled milk chocolates.

New clothes and shoes still in bags and boxes in the corner.

Forehead kisses.

kami... bish u abt dumb as fock

→ Tenya Iida

Dear Y/n,

I have a few things I want to say in my letter before we go out today so I guess I’ll start with this; you are as important in my life as a beat is to the heart, you know that? I can’t live without you anymore. When I think about the days before we started dating… well, I don’t remember them. I feel like I don’t deserve such a special and beautiful girl in my life. Someone perfect, and fun, and kind. Qualities I didn’t know could exist all in one person.

Never forget that I love you with all my heart and our bond is strong and irreplaceable to me.

Happy Valentine’s Day, darling,

Tenya

Tenya would be so stupidly honest and pure in the letter, it brought you to tears.

When you finish reading, you’re crying your eyes out and run to his room and into his arms. When you crash into Tenya’s bed, he nearly has a heart attack when he sees you crying. Unfortunately, this beautiful man is surprised he even had a girlfriend and their relationship lasted this long. After explaining to him that the letter was the sweetest thing you’d ever read and that you loved him so so much, he let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled you close.

HUGS in those huge, muscular arms of his and head pats until you were smiling again.

*He feels so lucky to have you right then*

You get spoiled all freaking day.

The gifts never seem to stop.

Tenya’s true, calm, sweet, and loving nature really shines through this holiday and you couldn’t feel more blessed when he takes his glasses off and smiles

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cottage-babe · 4 years

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Burning Scars part V

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I really be having the weirdest atla prompts in my head, like i have a spirit world one that i keep thinking abt but i feel like i wont be able to squish it into one post. who knows, maybe ill make a 10,000 word one shot :)

Also, abt that last question I asked abt how you see her wolf... I lied, it’s gonna be important in the NEXT chapter; I never realize how much I write for each event.

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny?

*****This chapter takes place on Season 2 Episode 11*****

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It had taken a whole day and some more to reach the dry, barren desert that Mushi had wanted to go to.

Damn, it’s Iroh now, not Mushi.

Calling the pair by different names took Y/n a little time to get used to. Sometimes she was left stuttering as her mind switched between names, but she knew that she would get used to it soon.

Zuko had gone back to his old self; he didn’t talk as much and hardly answered anything she asked him. It seemed as if his talkative side just completely retracted back into him as soon as they set out of their previous campsite.

Y/n had kind of expected the teenage boy to be nicer to her after she shared all of her secrets, but she supposed that that was asking for too much. Him allowing her to tag along was enough to show his welcome.

Iroh, on the other hand, spoke to her a lot more. He would ask her questions about her traditions and culture, but whenever they became too personal, he would reassure her that he didn’t need to know it. It made her relaxed to know that she wasn’t obligated to share everything, only the bits that she was comfortable with.

She wanted to ask them many questions as well, but the timing didn’t seem right. Also, she wasn’t sure how sensitive the information was. Why was a Prince out here instead of a castle or something?

They had traveled for the entire day before making camp for the night. The trees around them grew scarce as the area flowed from sandy-dirt to a completely soft and loose desert.

The next morning, they packed up all of their things once again and set out towards the small town that Iroh called “The Misty Palms Oasis.” The boys had put on hats to block the sunlight, but unfortunately for her, Y/n didn’t have that luxury. While the heat bore down onto her, she leaned her head on Zuko’s back as she complained about the sun. She was definitely grateful that they were heading somewhere with Misty in the name, it sounded so refreshing.

Finally, after what felt like a year, the three of them made it to the Oasis and, let her just say, it was extremely disappointing. The only thing that seemed the slightest bit refreshing was the melted block of ice that dripped away in the center of the Oasis. A dog lapped at the cold water that was produced from it.

Spirits, I wish that were me.

The trio tied their Ostrich-Horses to a stable and followed the Uncle to an old building. All the while, Zuko was complaining quietly about how all of this was a waste of time.

“There can’t be anyone that can actually help us, Uncle.” Zuko whispered. “Not anymore.”

“Quiet, Nephew. You’d be surprised on how much an old friend will be willing to help you.”

The girl only tuned in slightly to their conversation, as she still felt like she was going to melt straight into the ground. Soon, however, she felt tingles go up her spine; someone was watching them. Y/n looked around, but no one met her eyes.

They’re probably just staring at my scars, I should’ve covered them up when I had the chance.

Throughout the day’s travels, her mind barely wandered to the bite on her thigh. She didn’t feel the need to hide it from her new travel buddies, but she didn’t even think about how it would look to the people who had never seen her. Maybe when they finished meeting Iroh’s friend, she could ask Zuko for some new wraps.

They walked into the pueblo and past the wooden door; Zuko holding it open for Y/n to pass through. Iroh walked up to a counter with a man behind it to order something while the two teens found a table to sit at. They waited for the old man to return and sat in silence, all while Zuko glared at each individual person in the tavern.

“Are you okay, Zuko?” Y/n asked while she tilted her head to meet his eyes.

His gaze jumped to her as a light red formed on his cheeks. It must’ve been the first time she’d used his real name.

“Yeah,” the boy spoke, “I just don’t like it here.”

Just then, Iroh returned with cups and a teapot. He filled each with the flavored drink before settling on the seat beside Y/n. Zuko looked at his uncle from his seat across the table with his nostrils flared.

“No one here is going to help us, these people just look like filthy wanderers.”

Y/n choked on her tea while Iroh’s smile stayed on his face.

“Well, so do we,” the uncle responded.

Did Zuko think of me that way?

Hearing that Zuko was a prince gave many explanations to why he acted the way he did in times like these. She decided that it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was the way he had grown up. The only thing that the girl could wish for is for something to humble him down... just a notch.

Iroh hummed as he looked directly behind Zuko.

“Ahhh, this is interesting,” the old man pointed to a table far in the back, “I think I found our friend.”

“Did you bring us here to gamble on Pai Sho?” The boy said with annoyance laced through his voice as he turned around slightly.

Y/n gasped in her seat. “A game? Can I play?”

Iroh laughed in response to both teens and rose from his chair, “Maybe next time, Y/n.”

The two boys followed him to a table with a short, slim man sitting closest to the wall. He had a bald head and a mustache whisking around his mouth like a dragon. Y/n could see how Iroh was friends with him; he had the same wise look that the Uncle carried with him no matter the situation. She almost envied the amount of knowledge the two looked like they treasured.

The werewolf looked down at the table to see an almost checkered pattern splayed out on the round edges. Every point and line met up directly in the middle. The board was beautiful. Iroh walked up to the table and stood in front of the chair opposite of the man.

“May I have this game?” He asked.

The bald man stuck out one arm and gestured at the board. “The guest has the first move.”

Iroh sat in the wooden chair and fumbled around with the tokens on his right. Zuko moved the side of the table silently and pulled Y/n to stand next to him. She wanted to look at him questioningly, but her eyes remained on the game before them as Iroh picked out his first piece and placed it in the center.

“I see you favor the white lotus gambit,” the friend stated. “Not many still cling to the ancient ways.”

The man held out both his hands with the palms facing upward. His head bowed as Iroh mimicked the gesture.

“Those who do can always find a friend.”

They maintained eye contact before the bald man spoke one final time.

“Then let us play.”

The two old men took turns placing the tiles around the board for a long time. Despite watching them play the game, Y/n still didn’t understand the rules.

“Zuko... how do you win?” She ripped her eyes away from the memorizing pattern that the men had fallen into. The girl noticed that Zuko’s hand was still wrapped around her arm from when he had pulled her before.

The teen looked at the girl and blinked a couple times, seemingly dazed from the game as well. He gently removed his grip on her bicep.

“I don’t really know,” he began. “Uncle always invited me to play, but I never wanted to.”

Their focus returned to the game as they heard the clicking of tokens stop. On the board, a beautiful picture was created; the outline of a flower.

Maybe you have to make a picture to finish? That’s a silly game...

“Welcome, brother,” the old friend spoke. “The White Lotus opens wide to those who know her secrets.”

There was a slight pause as Zuko looked between the two players. “What are you old gasbags talking about?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise of his words. She quickly stuck out an elbow and jabbed him in the stomach; the boy groaning out in pain with an arm clutching his gut. This boy definitely needed to be humbled.

“I always tried to tell you that Pai Sho is more than just a game,” Iroh smiled.

Suddenly, yelling could be heard over the chatter of the tavern. Y/n looked over and noticed that two tall men were arguing. After their brief conversation, the men strode over to their gaming table. One was old and stoic; he walked with a cane, but something about his composure told the wolf that he didn’t really need it. The other man had long, dark hair and a strong build. He had his fists clenched and a snarl etched onto his lips as he glared at Y/n, Zuko, and Iroh.

“It’s over!” The long-haired one yelled. “You three fugitives are coming with me!”

Hold on, three?!

Before the wolf could even think another thought, the old ‘friend’ of Iroh jumped in front of the hunters and pointed at them threateningly.

“I knew it! You three are wanted criminals with a giant bounty on your heads!”

Zuko quickly returned his hand to Y/n’s arm and pulled her behind him, blocking the girl from the bounty hunter’s view. The girl probably would see this as sweet later on, but right now, she wanted to be ready to wolf out and Zuko’s protectiveness was stopping her. The boy looked over at his uncle in a panic.

“I thought you said he would help!” Zuko glared.

Iroh placed a hand on both teens shoulder to calm and reassure them. “He is. Just watch.”

How could this help the trio right now? If any of the men took even a step toward them, Y/n was ready to protect them by any means necessary. Of course, the thought of needing to keep her wolf concealed crossed her mind, but this was an emergency, right? Maybe her subconscious could excuse her this one time.

Then, the friend turned toward the two bounty hunters and held his head high.

“You think you’re going to capture them and collect all that gold?” He exclaimed loudly.

The intensity of his voice drew the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Men began to rise from their seat and pulling out swords, knives, almost anything that could be used as a weapon. There were about twenty or more men and they all whispered the same phrase: “Gold?”

The two hunters that approached the trio originally grinned and stepped forward, not aware of the crowd that was escalating quickly. Before they could get any closer however, two random men jumped between them, ready to attack. The long-haired man quickly took care of them, but soon even more men charged at him from every direction.

Y/n almost wanted to stay and watch the tavern fight, but Zuko pulled at her arm to tug her toward the exit. They were following Iroh and his friend closely, but suddenly the girl heaved herself out of the boy’s grip. Y/n quickly grabbed a random bottle off a table and chucked it toward a fugitive that was about to join the big fight. The bottle smashed against the back of his head and the poor man dropped to the ground, completely knocked out. The girl grinned and turned back to Zuko.

The teen was so shocked at her actions that he was frozen in his place. Iroh had already escaped the tavern, most likely assuming that the children were following him. Y/n grabbed Zuko’s wrist, just as he had done before, and dragged him out of building.

“C’mon Zuko, we gotta go!” She said while running in a full sprint.

The boy shook himself out of his head and sped up to reach her speed.

“You are so weird, Y/n.”

The smile on her face spread to Zuko’s and he couldn’t stop looking at her. Fortunately for him, Y/n was too busy looking for the uncle to notice his stare.

She noticed that the sun was gone already; the night sky darkening all of the Oasis with nothing but the moon to shine its dim light. Soon though, she spotted the familiar figure of Iroh standing beside a far building, looking for the kids. They ran up to him and his friend.

“Sorry, we got caught up with something,” Y/n explained as her and Zuko caught their breaths.

“Yes, I can see that.” The Uncle smiled and raised his eyebrows toward something between the two teens.

They both followed his gaze until it landed on their connected hand and wrist. Y/n quickly let go of the boy’s arm before hugging herself tightly. A light blush dusted both of their cheeks and they hoped that the other couldn’t see it in the darkness.

“What’s happening now?” Zuko asked to get past the cloud of tension.

“We’re going to follow Fung and see if he can do more to help us.”

The bald man from the Pai Sho table came out from behind Iroh and led the way through the small sand town. Zuko almost protested, but the looks from Y/n and his uncle made him shut his mouth begrudgingly. They weaved through the shadows of the buildings and hid from the eyes of random travelers. It was very exciting for Y/n; she would’ve taken the lead if she knew exactly where they were headed. They were doing what she always had done in her pack; hiding in darkness of the earth waiting to strike. Well, not that last part, but the rest of it was enough for her to wish she was in her wolf skin.

Soon enough, they ended their journey at the edge of town. When they entered the building, the aroma of fresh plants filled Y/n’s nostrils and she was greeted with the sight of potted greenery lining the walls and tables. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dry sand that had filled her vision for the last day.

Fung, as Iroh had called him before, shut the door behind the trio before turning to look at them.

“It is an honor to welcome such a high-ranking member of the Order of the White Lotus. Being a Grand Master, you must know so many secrets.” The man spoke with a slight bow.

He continued down the hall of plants to a door on the opposite side of the room. They all, of course, followed.

Zuko, being the boy that he is, crossed his arms with annoyance. “Now that you played Pai Sho, are you going to do some flower arranging, or is someone in this club going to offer some real help‌?”

At this point, there was nothing Y/n could do to stop the stupidity that spewed from the boy’s mouth. Instead, she placed her palm on her forehead and waited for the two adult men to talk.

“You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate and has little appreciation for the cryptic arts,” Iroh said with a sigh. “The girl, on the other hand, might become a very promising member in the future.”

The uncle winked at Y/n before turning his attention to the door they stood in front of. She tried not to think of his comment too much, but it still reeled in her mind. The future? Does he really want her to stay with them for that long?

Fung knocked on the door twice and a little slot near the top opened. A man’s eyes peeked through.

“Who knocks at the guarded gate?” The man behind the door asked.

Iroh took a step toward the voice. “One who has eaten the fruit and tasted it’s mysteries.”

Iroh smiles as the door opens to let him and the Pai Sho man through. Zuko and Y/n attempt to follow the two men in, but the door is slammed in their faces before their feet could even be near the doorway. The teen beside Y/n pouts excessively before the little slot opens once again; his Uncle’s eyes replacing the ones that were there previously.

“I'm afraid it's members only. Wait out here.” Iroh explained as he shut the small window with a snap.

Y/n could feel the annoyance radiating off her travel buddy as he stomped over to a table near the doorway and crossed his arms; the pout still ever so present on his mouth.

The girl went to stand next to him and waited silently for him to say something. When nothing was heard, she sighed and took a seat, patting the empty space next to her. Reluctantly, the boy followed her lead.

“This is so stupid!” Zuko exclaimed, saying the exact thing that Y/n expected him to say. “We should be allowed inside; it can’t possibly be that private or even helpful! It’s a waste of time coming here.”

Y/n just nodded her head along to his words, not wanting to fuel his fire. She figured that he would be angry if they stayed on the topic, so she tried to change it. The girl looked at the scars on her thigh and traced the bumps.

“Do you have extra bandages? I feel like people are constantly staring at my bite,” She said.

Zuko looked at her slow moving fingers before nodding his head.

“We left everything with the ostrich-horses, but I think I might be carrying the wraps.” He reached into his pocket and rustled around a bit before pulling out the white cloth. “I forgot to put it away after that night before the Rough Rhinos.”

Zuko held out his hand toward her leg as an offer to wrap it for her. She gently moved herself until she was closer to the boy; her leg touching his knee so he could easily reach her.

As he began to wrap her thigh, the girl continued the conversation. “Those huge animals... Rough Rhinos, you called them? Are they from that place you talked about before? A... Fire Place?”

The corner of Zuko’s mouth twitch. “The Fire Nation.” He corrected. “And yeah, they are. We brought them here on the ships since they were so easy to ride.”

That’s why I hadn’t seen them before!

“Did they not teach you about the four nations?” Zuko asked before she could say something again.

“No. They didn’t.” Y/n shook her head.

“Well, the whole world is split up into four nations; fire, water, earth, and air. They represent each element and in each one, there’s a certain amount of people who can bend it; sorta like how my uncle and I can bend fire. There’s supposed to be a balance, though, so not everyone can do it,” He stated with a shrug. “Well, that’s what my uncle says, at least.”

This was a lot to take in. There was so much that her pack never talked about, never once mentioned, and here was Zuko, explaining it so nonchalantly. Of course she knew that the humans lived differently than the werewolves, but this drastically? So much so that they can control the elements?

“Wait, so if everyone is part of a nation, does that mean I am too? Do you think I can bend?” The girl asked. She hoped that he would say yes; the thought of being able to control water or shoot fire out of her hands like Zuko excited her.

Unfortunately, the teen paused to look at her sheepishly. “I honestly don’t think you can. I think you show signs of it as a kid, but you can always ask Uncle. I’d probably guess that you were part of the Earth Kingdom, considering where we first met.”

Y/n pouted slightly; what did she expect? It probably does’t apply to animals like her. But still, the title of the Earth Kingdom raised her spirits slightly. Maybe she could find a place in the world outside of her pack.

“Do you mind if I ask you something personal?” She asked.

Zuko, after returning to the wraps, froze in his seated position. He looked so worried; she almost wanted to take back her question all together. There was no way that he’d let her budge into his personal life.

Surprisingly, though, the boy slowly nodded his head.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Y/n paused to put her question together. She didn’t want to be too harsh, but if she was too nice then he might avoid it completely. She had to word this perfectly.

“So before, you mentioned that you were a Prince from the Fire Nation.” She began, “But if you’re royalty, then why are you out here?”

Silence.

The girl assumed that she had stepped way to far and truly believed it; who was she to question him about his past? After he had taken her in so generously?

“Here, I’m finished.”

Zuko tucked in the final strap of her bandage and let go of her leg. She moved it away from his knee, but didn’t scoot away. She was about to apologize, but he spoke up once more.

“I was banished, just like you were.” The hands were clenched into tight fists and he looked down into his lap. “The scar on my eye... my dad gave it to me because I disrespected him by speaking out of line. And he gave me a task to do that would let me go back, but I’m not sure if I can do it... I don’t think I’m strong enough.”

Y/n was trying to meet the boy’s eyes, but he wouldn’t look at her. It wasn’t until she saw a single drop of water drip down to his lap that she reached out to pull his face in her direction.

The face she saw was not the same hardheaded boy she had been traveling with for the last couple of days. This one was soft and vulnerable; just a teenage boy who has dealt with too much too early in his life. The whites of his eyes were red, but the other amber shade still peeked out of the light color. How had she never noticed how pretty his eyes were?

“I don’t think you’re weak, Zuko.” She stated firmly. “You’re one of the strongest people that I know; and there were some fantastic warriors in my pack. I know that we barely know each other, but from what I’ve seen, there’s not much you can’t do. If you really want to go back, then I know you can do whatever your dad wanted you to.”

Y/n really hoped that she was telling him the right thing. If she had been given the opportunity that he was given, she would’ve tried her hardest to complete the task. Her pack was her home and she missed her family; even the ones that betrayed her. She wasn’t given the chance to talk to them before they kicked her out and she knew that she never would be able to again. Perhaps all she sought was closure, but this world that she was forced to explore was terrifying. She could only assume that Zuko felt the same.

The girl hadn’t realized it, but the entire time the two teens were staring at each other directly in the eyes while silence enveloped them. Her hand still cupped the boy’s cheek and he had yet to shy away from her.

Were we always sitting this close?

She could feel Zuko lean closer to her; just the slightest movement, but it felt like he had come so much closer. Y/n’s mind was racing. Should I lean t-

The moment was ruined as the door they were sitting near creaked open. The teens jumped apart, the girl’s hand dropping down to her lap and blush blazing on both their cheeks. She almost wanted to scoot away from Zuko, but decided that it would give him the wrong impression.

What, are you saying that you want to kiss him now?

She wasn’t entirely sure of what she felt yet. Y/n hadn’t really thought about him in this way before, so it was kind of alarming for her. With one glance to the boy next to her, it seemed like he was in the same predicament as her.

She looked up at the door that broke their “moment” and saw a youngish man closing it gently. He had come from inside the room that Iroh entered before, so Y/n assumed that he was part of the Club. The man completely ignored the two and their tension and left the flower shop quickly. Maybe he hadn’t seen what was happening?

For the rest of the night, the two had sat in silence as they sat in the most awkward bubble. Zuko had muttered a thanks for her honest words of comfort from before and turned away, claiming that he was tried and needed to sleep. She knew that he was lying, as he constantly twisted to find a comfortable position before forcing his eyes closed while facing forward. Y/n stayed up for a couple more hours, thinking about the days events and waiting for Iroh to return to them.

The wait, however, consumed her too as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep with her chin resting on her chest.

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Yeeshhhh... also im sleepy, so i didn’t reread it :( sorry

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