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astrohae · 3 years

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A Dragon’s Greed

pls don’t yell at me about my unfinished series. im trying. take this instead.

dragon king!bakugou X courtesan!reader

gnc reader as per the usual

Focus. You scold yourself. You're here to entertain, not to wordlessly flirt with the princess's fiance. But what can you say? You've always had a type, and barbarian warlords fell right into your favorite category. The fact that he seemed utterly entranced by you, well that wasn't your fault. Every time you turned your head over your shoulder, you caught his eyes over your half veil and he never looked away, not even for a moment.

The princess didn't seem happy about this, sat next to the king, and huffing when her attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Serves her right for always bullying you and being such a spoiled brat.

Though, to be honest you wouldn't wish marriage to Bakugou Katsuki, the King of Dragons, merciless warlord, upon anyone.

Sure he was attractive and rich, and powerful, but you'd heard horror stories of what he had done on the battlefield.

When Bakugou started looking to new lands to conquer, you country's king had offered up his daughter like a sacrificial lamb to the barbarian in order to forge a treaty and protect his people through political marriage. King Bakugou's sexual conquests were nearly as infamous as his military ones, but he had never married or officially named a consort. The princess would be the first.

The king had sent a huge wedding procession of gifts and treasures to the high court of the Badlands, and along with it the most talented entertainers and artisans they had to offer. As the most talented dancing courtesan in the capital you had no choice but to travel with the caravan, so here you were. Performing a sword dance for a bloodthirsty king who kept looking at you as if you were a meal. It was an ego boost for sure but you were also scared.

When your performance came to a close, you bowed and quickly escaped when the princess had successfully stolen Katsuki's attention. Your face was burning under your veil and you fanned yourself in the cool stone hallway to calm down. You were hoping that the king would forget about you after a few more performers. but you hadn't even been out of the main hall two minutes when a servant came to fetch you.

"His highness requests your presence."

Your blood ran cold and your gulped. Oh gods, you had offended him hadn't you? He was going to kill you, probably behead you right there in the middle of the banquet himself-

You were thinking yourself into a panic when you returned to the banquet hall, eyes downcast now. You bowed, kneeling on the ground and hands clasped in front of your bare midriff.

Faintly you heard a scoff, and then the music stopped. You felt yourself go even more still, eyes darting around to see what happened. Unable to tell, you lifted your head slightly to see the king sauntering his way towards you. He had stepped directly over the table, spilling wine all over the princess in the process.

You quickly bowed your head again and tried not to hyperventilate. You didn't want to pass out now.

Two surprisingly clean leather boots entered your vision and on instinct, you looked up. King Bakugou was even more attractive up close, obviously built for battle with strong chords of muscle littered with scars, a sharp jawline and a head of unruly blonde hair.

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No, your majesty." you squeak and quickly look back down.

Bakugou crouches to be level with your and grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his scarlet gaze.

"Did I say you could look away?" he grumbles this time.

"No, your majesty." You feel conflicted, unsure if he’d be more offended if you averted your eyes or just kept looking at him.

His eyes rake over your body again before coming back to yours.

"What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Y/N. I'm a dancer in my king's court." you answer, praying your voice doesn't sound as shaky as you feel.

He doesn't say anything but lets your chin go and rises to his feet. You rub the bottom half of your face, thinking it might just bruise. Bakugou isn't done with you, though and grabs your wrist, hauling you up from the floor. "What-?" you start to ask but a red-eyed glare has you clamping your mouth shut. The barbarian king drags you with him, right up to the high table. He lifts you over the table as if you weigh nothing, and sits you down on his lap. Right next to the princess. The banquet hall continued to steep in silence until Bakugou looked up.

"Fuck are you all looking at? Get on with the feast!" he yelled, and the music and chatter started back up.

"Your majesty, shouldn't worry with commoners-" she starts and Bakugou growls, actually growls so menacingly, you feel your own blood run cold.

"If I wanted your dumbass fucking opinion, I'd ask for it. Shut the fuck up."

Once he was sure the princess was properly cowed he turned his attention back on you. The arm wrapped around your waist holding you against his was warm against your bare skin.

"Pour me some wine." He commanded and your started before shakily lifting the pitcher and pouring some into his goblet. You hadn't it off to him carefully, and he quickly knocked it back before signaling for you to pour another.

"Most king's with a lick of sense wouldn't let a treasure like you out of their sight, so what are you doing in my court?" Bakugou asks.

"His Majesty decreed that the most talented entertainers accompany Her Highness to Your Majesty's court, for you entertainment and pleasure." you answer, handing off the refilled goblet.

Bakugou snorts at your measured and obviously practiced response. You night have heard him mutter 'toothless old bastard' under his breath, but you can't be sure.

"Give me a strawberry.", he gestures at the plate of fruit no six inches from him and you barely manage not to roll your eyes. Warlord or not, royals will always be royals, you think and pick up one of the berries.

The dragon king open his mouth and allows you to place the fruit on his tongue before biting into it. His ruby red eyes don't leave yours for a second, gripping your wrist when your try to pull away. Some juice trickles down your hand, and without breaking eye contact, Bakugou laves his tongue over your skin licking up the trail of red. He eats the rest of the berry, lips catching on your fingers before the lets your hand go in favor of picking up his wine goblet again.

"My entertainment and pleasure huh? I'm entertained, but I don't know about pleased..." he says, smirking into his goblet.

"Is there anything I can do for Your Majesty?" you manage to ask, brain still reeling from the whole thing with the strawberry.

And you walk right into his trap.

"Yeah, I can think of something..." he starts before leaning closer to you.

His hat breath fans against your neck for a moment, letting your get squirmy and nervous before continuing.

"Fucking you until you cry all that pretty makeup off... Then I'd be real fucking pleased." he says with a predatory smile spreading across his face.

You squeak, face heating under your veil as you try to formulate a response. You have no idea if the princess heard but if she did-

"Y-your majesty, I don't think-" you start but Bakugou cuts you off by grinding his hips up into yours.

"Good thing you don't need to think to take my cock." he muses.

The princess, appears to have reached her limit of watching her fiance flirt with someone else right in front of her.

"Your Majesty! I understand that this is a political marriage but I will not sit here and be humiliated and witch you proposition a commoner in front of me!" she exclaims.

You're a little surprised at her outburst considering the environment, but you guessed everyone had limits.

All chatter and music in the hall ceased for the second time that night. Bakugou pulled his face out of your neck to glare at the princess.

"You can fuck off for all I care. Your side wanted the fucking treaty, I don't have a problem with saddling up and burning your shitty country to the ground tonight." Bakugou stated, his anger growing with each word.

"King Bakugou those words could be taken as an act of war. " the diplomatic envoy from your country, stands and approaches the high table.

"What the- Did you idiots forget where you are? You're in the heart of the Badlands, in the court of Katsuki Bakugo, barbarian warlord and King of Dragons. This is my fucking kingdom and I'll do what I very well fucking please. And if I want to fuck this courtesan on the table right in front of your perfect little princess, I will. " He snarls and all you can do is sit there and pray he doesn't actually follow through on that threat.

Not that you'd hate it, seeing the look on the princess's face as you got fucked by her betrothed. Hah, serves her fucking right for always being such a brat.

"But I'm not a cruel king. I'll marry this one, and you can keep your silly little treaty." Bakugou says and both the diplomat and the princess scoff.

You balk, looking up at King Bakugou in surprise. He's going to what now?

"You can't possible expect the princess to be content with being on the same level as a commoner, even as a consort-" the diplomat starts to protest, which is quickly cut off by Bakugou's harsh laugh.

"You're a country of fucking dumbasses? I'm not marrying your brat of a princess, dump her off on some other poor bastard. I'm marrying Y/N instead of her. They'll be my consort. Won't you, pretty thing?" He says, looking at your for your answer.

"Say yes, treasure. I'm rich as fuck, I could give you anything you want. If I can't buy it I can take it. There's nothing I can't do. You wouldn't lift a fucking finger with me, I can promise that." he boasts to you and you know this.

King Bakugou is an unstoppable force. You had a hard life as a commoner, as a dancer. You weren't a servant but always being at the beck and call of nobility, dancing for them until your feet bled, until you fainted from exhaustion.

You deserved to be greedy, just like the man holding you in his lap.

"Yes, I'll marry you." you answer, and Bakugou smiles wickedly.

Good, he likes greedy. It's one of his favorite traits.

He turns his head back to look at the diplomat and princess from your home country. The diplomat looks like he's sweating buckets and the princess is so angry you think she might start breathing fire.

"So, do we have an agreement? Y/N for your protection?" he asks.

"Y-yes your majesty." the diplomat stutters at the same time the princess protests.

"We do not! How dare you disrespect me so openly, you filthy little wench-" she starts, only to be silenced by the sight of Bakugou pulling his sword. He points the tip at the princess, visibly seething with rage.

"Shut your worthless fucking mouth before I shut it for you." he growls.

Fear takes over the princess' face and she stumbles back behind the diplomat.

"Oi, don't piss on my floor or anything, fucking cowards. Show some respect to my new consort. Bend the knee and I'll forget this transgression." Bakugou orders.

While not officially married yet, he's bestowed the title of consort upon you and now you outrank the princess. In fact, you outrank nearly everyone here, sans Katsuki, who is your equal. The diplomat and princess wordlessly fall into a bow, and the nobles from both courts follow suit.

"Alright that's enough groveling for now. This banquet is over, I'm retiring to my bed chambers. If you need me, don't." Bakugou gruffs and stands up, once again easily scooping you up into his arms.

"I'm going to rip this pretty little costume to shreds, and pump and heir into you tonight, goddamn it." Bakugou murmurs in your ear as he carries you though out his(your) palace.

"I like this one..." your protest weakly as he kicks a door open, throwing you onto his bed.

He grasps the waistline of your costume, easily ripping the silk to shreds with his bare hands.

"I'm buy you forty just like it, now spread your legs, Consort." he orders, licking his lips.

"I didn't get to finish my meal earlier." He hums and you squeak in anticipation.

"Cute. Let's see how many cute noises you can make, huh?"

@hanji-is-life i hope you enjoy!

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou kastuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gnc reader #dragon king bakugou #bakugou imagine

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monaisdark · 4 years

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AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.”

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

#sub shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #dark fic #dom reader #dark #bully reader #fem reader #tw degradation #tw humiliation #tw mommy kink #bnha smut #bnha x reader #x reader #shigaraki x reader #mommy

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itsdanii · 4 years

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I’d like to request the prompt of “I...um, Can I hold your hand?” With my bby, Kyotani. My pronouns are she/her and I love to be called “Sweetheart”. Thanks so much, I love you! 🥰💖💞

Hey, bub! Thank you so much for requesting, I actually enjoyed writing this one! ♥️ Apologies for the slight delay. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! I love you too ♥️

Fall for me

genre: fluff

warning/s: slight cursing, message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

prompt/s: "I-um... can I hold your hand?"

ft. kyotani kentaro, f!reader

maybe getting stucked inside the gym wasn't a bad thing after all

For the nth time, you tried pulling at the doorknob, only to be met with a rattling sound. You've been trying to open it for quite a while now and yet it still won't budge no matter how hard you try.

Currently, you're stucked inside the vollyball gym with none other than Kyotani Kentaro.

A few hours back, you and your friends decided to pay the volleyball practice a visit. It was the daily routine of your friend group to always visit after class. You knew that most of them only visited for the sake of fangirling over the main four, but as for you, it was a different case.

If not for a certain person, you won't even bother coming here. Actually, you've been watching Kyotani for several months now. The moment you saw the way he played, you were immediately smitten. Despite how "rough" he was inside the court, you didn't fail to notice how much effort he puts in playing, especially when Tooru was inside.

In his own way, he was interesting.

Checking your wrist watch, you groaned upon noticing that it was already 6:52 PM, and you had to be home at 7 because you still have some tasks to finish.

Deciding to seek for help, you turned around to call the attention of the person who's currently stuck with you inside the school gym.

Sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, Kyotani's eyes were sharply focused on you as he watched your every movement.

The sight of him looking at you intensely made your knees weak, but despite the "bad boy" aura around him, you knew that he wouldn't do anything to purposely hurt you nor make you uncomfortable which is the exact reason why having an eye contact with him made your heart rate pick up.

It was... thrilling.

"The fuck are you starin' at?" he asked in a snappy manner when you failed to speak up.

Clearing the lump inside your throat, you pointed at the door behind you nervously. "Uh, the door... it won't open."

Instead of giving you an answer, Kyotani just stood up and made his way towards you. He looked down at you with a small frown which instantly made you feel self conscious.

He was too close that you could almost smell him, and the way that he was hovering over you made you feel small in his presence. He was slowly leaning in, eyes never leaving yours as he placed a hand beside your head.

Out of instinct, you fluttered your eyes close and held in your breath. Your hands fisted the hem of your jacket beside you as you waited for his lips to come. After all, he was trying to kiss you, right?

But instead of feeling his lips against yours, you felt his breath tickling your ear.

"Move."

Opening your eyes, you blinked in confusion at what just happened. "I.. Huh?" you muttered as you turned your head a bit to the side to face him, your noses almost touching as you did so.

With the side of his lips curled up, Kyotani simply answered, "Move. The door's behind you."

Your face immediately heated up in embarrassment. Quickly, you moved out of the way while muttering continuous apologies, mentally giving yourself a smack on the head for being assuming.

"It's locked from the outside." Kyouani said as he gave the door another push. "I can try calling the team but.." he paused for a moment and scratched the back of his head, his eyes averting away from you as he muttered, "I don't have their numbers."

Your lips parted upon hearing that and before you knew it, you were already giggling.

This caused him to look at you and just like that, Kyotani felt his heart skip a beat, his face suddenly feeling hot. With a grunt, he walked away and went back to his previous position, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

"You're a fan girl, aren't you?" Kyotani asked to which you simply nodded. "Don't you have any of the members' number? Why don't you-"

"Do you actually think that just because I idolize your team, I have their number?" You walked over to him and sat beside him, your knees pressed against your chest with your chin resting on top of them. "I don't go around asking people for their number just because I'm a fan, you know? I'm not that... bold. Plus, my battery's dead."

"Ah.."

Silence enveloped the two of you after that and only the sound of the insects along with the pitter patter of the light rain tapping outside could be heard. However, it wasn't awkward. In fact, it felt relaxing.

"Can't we just break the door?" you suggested out of nowhere. "I don't really want to stay here until help comes. What if nobody comes until the morning?"

"Why don't you try breaking it then?" Kyotani answered with a grumpy voice.

You rolled your eyes at the tone of his voice. Resting your left cheek against your knees, you looked at him with a small frown. "Why are you always so snappy, Kyotani-kun?Even during practices, I see you snapping at your teammates. I could even remember that one time during your match when you bumped into-"

"You're noisy."

Instantly, you stopped speaking, a low murmur of apology slipping past your lips before you turned completely silent. You felt your confidence wavering after that. This was basically your only chance to try getting close to your crush and yet you ended up making him uncomfortable.

How stupid.

As you were about to turn your face to the opposite direction, Kyotani suddenly added, "-But I didn't say you should stop."

"Oh.." You couldn't find the right words to say. Heck, you didn't even know how to react properly. Who would, when the person they like basically just hinted that they like talking with them?

Seeing your flustered state, Kyotani couldn't help but smile. He was used to seeing girls becoming a blushing mess especially around Oikawa but when it came towards him, they would always scurry away. Sure, he might always have a grumpy expression but it didn't mean that he was a bad person, right?

He also wanted to experience the feeling of someone looking at his direction - someone who would look past his intimidating nature and would personally get to know him.

He wanted someone to understand him.

"I-um... Can I hold your hand?" he asked unconsciously. Once the words escaped his mouth, his eyes widened.

What if you thought that he was a pervert?

What if you get scared of him just like they all do?

But instead of moving away from him, Kyotani was surprised to see you smiling. He knew that you also didn't expected him to ask such question but there was something in your reaction that made him hopeful. It made him feel nervous and confident at the same time.

Was this how it felt like to realize they like someone?

Once you reached your hand out to him, Kyotani swallowed the lump inside his throat and placed his hand on yours. He enveloped your hand in his and he couldn't help but admire how your hands fitted with each other.

And if it wasn't enough that he was already just as flustered as you were awhile ago, you suddenly said something that almost made his heart leap out of his chest.

"I like you, Kyotani. That's the reason why I always visit the gym after class. While the other girls come here to fan girl over the rest of the team, I had my eyes focused on you, admiring you silently... and if you reject me now, I'd accept it. It's not everyday that I get stuck inside the gym with my crush so I just wanted to let you know. Don't worry, we can forget about this tomorrow and I'll stop visiting your practices to avoid making you feel uncomfortable."

Kyotani felt you trying to detach your hand from his but instead of letting you, he tightened his hold on your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't," he said with a slight shake of his head.

Confused, you raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't? What do you mean don't?"

"Don't stop visiting our practices. Don't stop looking at my direction," he muttered with a low voice, "This is the first time someone confessed to me so I don't really know what to say but one thing I'm sure of is that I'm not going to reject you. This is new to me and I don't want to end up fucking it up but if you promise me that you'd be willing to be patient for me, I'd also promise to do my best. There's... something about you that makes me feel attracted and willing to give it a try."

You instantly felt relieved when you heard those words. It might've sounded as if he was challenging you but it was enough to prove you that you had a chance.

"I'll surely make you fall for me, Kyotani Kentaro," you answered with a confident smile.

Smirking, Kyotani squeezed your hand gently once again before he nodded. "I'll look forward to it then, sweetheart."

a/n: Im not thinking of turning this into a fic series. This one? Pft. Totally not 👁️👄👁️

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gojology · 4 years

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The Start of Winter Break. (18+)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I FEEL RLLY SAD CUZ I WANTED TO DO THE SUKUNA BUT I DONT KNOW THE STORY ON ALADDIN SO I OPTED FOR 2 INSTEAD IM SORRY ANON. anyways i wanted to feed u guys rlly well and actually took the time to write and edit. I’M REFORMED also writing on google docs is so hard?? (reposting cuz i think im shadowbanned)

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3798

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Food Play, Nipple Play, Oral (Fem Receiving), Degrading Nicknames (I didn’t really proof read that hard but I know there’s like, a mention of one nickname along the lines of that.)

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s the first day of Winter Break, and you want to surprise Gojo with a cup of hot cocoa, instead, Gojo surprises you. Blinking your eyes furiously, you adjusted to the dark room. Immediately, you breathe a sigh of relief. You didn’t have to wake up at such an early hour, and for once you woke up refreshed. It was finally the first day of Winter Break, you had overworked yourself, making sure that you were to spend the end of the year work-free and available for as many Christmas parties you wanted to attend. Yawning, stretching as you did so, you look over your shoulder. There’s a slight smile dawning on Gojo’s lips. His long eyelashes fluttered when he slept. He slightly snored, grabbing at where you once slept in his arms. The room was unusually cold. You had always awoke to sunlight streaming from the window, realizing that could only mean that another day of work was ahead of you. But now, the room was dim, and freezing might you add. You couldn’t wait to snuggle with Gojo, this was perfect cuddle weather. Tearing your eyes away from Gojo’s pretty face, you instead looked at the door. Years of photos with Gojo absolutely slathered the poor thing, past memories all flickering before your eyes. Pictures in Disneyland, bright colors in contrast with the rather dark clothes he always seemed to wear. Once in a while, you would see pictures of Yuuji, Shoko, Megumi, Nobara, just about every Tokyo Jujutsu Tech School member there was, and even Utahime, celebrating good times with Gojo. You didn’t find yourself in many of the pictures, but the ones you did find yourself happened to be some of your fondest memories. Far more common were pictures of you, with ridiculous, shit, you’d even go as far as to say downright ugly faces while he told you a stupid joke were also taped sloppily, some photos were even slanted. Gojo had made it a firm promise to take pictures of you when you least expected it, because that’s when he always found you the cutest. You peek at Gojo’s sleeping face once more, a slight giggle rising from your throat that you struggled to silence. His mouth, slightly agape, was now drooling onto the pillow he oh so gracefully rested on. Jerking your head up and snapping out of your Gojo daze, you realized that you were supposed to make your daily morning coffee for you and him today. You had chewed him out multiple times, telling him that the way he made coffee was nauseating. Usually, Gojo would always accompany the bitter drink with 8 sugarcubes, which was not your thing. He always seemed to forget, honestly you couldn’t really tell with him, giving you a mug of absurdly sweetened coffee every morning. You always foolishly assumed that he had listened to you from the last scolding, so you would always sip it, letting the coffee coat your pallet, but promptly spit it out as soon as you realized how sickly sweet it was. “Satoru! This is too sweet!” “Honeybun, you’re the sweetest thing in this room, what do you mean the coffee could be too sweet? Not possible.” he would inquire innocently, tilting his head to the side. You’d frown, shaking your head and muttering about the acts of distaste you’d do to him before Gojo bursts into a fit of laughter, pointing at you and watching you unenthusiastically look back. Most likely fuming silently, but you didn’t want to tell him that. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re angry, (Y/N).” “Satoru, I can literally not survive the day without coffee. Whatever you’re serving me is definitely not the coffee I want, and sooner or later I’ll be dropping dead.” He would shrug playfully, as if he didn’t even understand the core concepts of what you were trying to tell him. But you knew he did, he just didn’t want to do it. You would clench your fists, trying to look threatening. Your back straightening, and on your tippy toes even though you knew you could never be as tall as him. It never ever worked though, he would just continue to laugh harder, but that was just the routine. “Then do it yourself, sweetie. I wake up at the asscrack of dawn just to make you a cup of coffee. I don’t know about you, but that’s the best show of love.” “Oh I will. I’ll do it well.” And so, you weren’t lying. The two of you began to take turns. You woke up even earlier than you did for work, and made him his coffee (with extra sugar, just as he likes it) while also making yours, making sure to relish the bitter and frankly delicious black drink, void of any sweetening. The next day, he would as well. He never listened to your sugar lectures though, making sure to add 3-4 cubes just to make you angry. You had pretty much given up on all hope of ever getting your ideal coffee from Satoru, it was beyond him to even listen. Besides, you had grown to like the sweetness. Speaking of brown sweet liquids, it was a perfect hot cocoa morning. The snow was beginning to pile up outside, pure white blanketing just about everything. You hastily threw on an oversized sweater Gojo owned, which you had found strewn on the ground. You rolled your eyes, that guy was a mess. What would he do without you? Trudging and stumbling your way into the kitchen like a newborn fawn, you flicked on the lights. As soon as the lights came on, you shielded your eyes from the brightness. Cursing as you pulled out a chair, your eyes slowly adjusting, pulling the chair over to the shelves and cabinets out of reach. Now standing on the wooden chair, you grumbled. So much for being a good girlfriend, your legs ached for some reason, so every time you stood on your tippy toes, you winced. Knocking down a bottle of vegetable oil into the sink, you were startled by such an incredibly loud noise. Your eyes widen and your legs tangle as you scramble, almost falling backwards. Grabbing onto the cabinet’s ledge, you breathed a sigh of relief as the chair stabilized. This was a blessing in disguise, as the chocolate syrup came into view. A feeling of triumph flooding you, you happily hummed gently pulling it out. Setting it down on the counter, you got down, moving the chair over to the right. Standing back onto the chair, you placed a finger on your lips, slightly rubbing them. Your memory wasn’t doing you very well, forgetting where all the extra add-ons for baked goods were. Your tongue stuck out to the side, swinging a random cabinet’s doors wide open. You had guessed correctly, sprinkles of various vivid colors stood idly, eye-catching colors on full display. A fine coat of dust had settled on the caps. You coughed into your arm, now rummaging through the many sprinkles that Gojo would insist on buying because, “they were too cute to pass up.” Sometimes, you swore the guy was a middle-aged Pinterest mom. Yanking out a half opened bag of Jumbo Marshmallows, you did a small victory dance. Normally, Gojo would inhale the darned things, but he was asleep, and very soundly at that. Finally able to have your first taste of marshmallows in a while, you popped a couple in your mouth, practically melting. So sweet. Strolling over to the fridge while popping more marshmallows in your mouth, you lazily threw the bag onto the counter. Swinging the fridge door wide open, you shivered at the cold air, hauling a jug of milk out. As usual, it was half full. Gojo would insist on eating all his cookies with milk, and if he didn’t have milk with his cookies, he would not eat them, stating that it was against his beliefs to even begin to stare at a cookie without a cold glass of milk at the side. He was probably a 9 year old trapped in a 28 year olds body. Humming a short tune, you poured the milk into a mug that Gojo had bought for you as a souvenir on a business trip. Painted onto it was a beautiful scene. Flourishing, vibrant flowers only half-heartedly concealing an undisturbed pond, deers frolicking around it. The mug was your favorite cup, and even Gojo, who most likely had the memory span of a goldfish when it came to unnecessary facts such as this one, knew it. You flipped the chocolate syrup bottle upside down, smacking the top. Making a note to yourself to buy chocolate syrup the next time you went out. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer. “Boo.” Startled, you twirled around, expecting a rather friendly home invader, or something along the lines of that. Instead, you were greeted with Gojo Satoru’s face. Satoru’s eyebrow twitches, looking at you with an amused expression. “Scared? We’re on the same boat.” he snickered, “woke up to some loud ass bang.” Gojo sleepy whispered into your ear, ruffling your hair with his large, calloused hands. His chin now resting on your right shoulder. “I dropped the vegetable oil on accident.” You ignored the light, fluttering feeling when he touched you. “Gosh, you’re a clumsy one aren’t you, sugar?” Scoffing, you whip your head back to the hot chocolate. An unhealthy serving of chocolate syrup was splattered inside the mug, already blending with the milk. “Don’t turn your back on me, pumpkin.” whining playfully, tugging at your left shoulder. There was something about such a playful, childish Gojo that you loved. You wished you got to see it more often. You pretend to be annoyed, looking at him, now standing up without the support of your shoulder, in the eye now. A flicker of mischievousness over his face, he looks down at you. “How thoughtful.” kissing your temple, he yawned. “Making hot chocolate for me? Oh hey- you even got the exact same amount of chocolate I like.” “Satoru.” hands on your hips, you were bemused. How could one even like sugar this much? “This is an ungodly amount of chocolate syrup, and can NOT be good for you.” His warm gaze stared back, a slight curve to his lips now. You swear you could die a happy girl now, Gojo wasn’t sleepy very often, so when he was, you made sure to relish it. Usually, when you were lucky enough to be in the presence of a sleepy Gojo, he was always softer. Giving you small, coy smiles. Your retort didn’t even seem to register in his brain in the slightest. “I want it, though.” You sighed, facepalming. “Ooooh, marshmallows!” suddenly bursting with energy he never exhibited before seeing the sugary treat, his long arm extended over to the bag, tugging at it to get it closer to him before finally shoving 3 or more into his mouth. “Satoru!” you yank his hand back from the entrance of his mouth, able to save a few, albeit a bit ugly and smooshed, marshmallows. “Wha?” he rubbed his eyes, chewing noisily on the marshmallows he was lucky enough to get into his mouth. “Baby. We need those marshmallows, here, can you microwave a bowl of them? Save a few for later.” He nodded obediently, tugging a bowl out of the “washed dishes” section of the sink. Wiping it down sloppily with a towel. He dug his hand into the marshmallow bag, throwing a few handfuls into the bowl before carefully placing the bowl into a microwave, sneaking a few more into his mouth before jabbing at a few buttons. “There.” he gave you a crooked grin and a thumbs up, walking back over to you, placing warm fingers against your cheek, suddenly jumping back. “Holy shit, babygirl, you’re cold.” About to respond, you too realized how cold you were. Lightly shivering, your hands seemed to be blocks of ice. “Babe, can you go get an extra sweater-” Hands under your sweater (well, technically his) suddenly, his warm, big hands massaged your breasts. You yelped, the hot contact against your cold skin was electrifying. His thumbs, rubbing over your nipples lazily, sent even more shivers down your spine. Quietly moaning, you looked back at Gojo, who seemed to thoroughly savor every little sound you made. “Like that, lil girl~?” “S-Satoru! Not now… I’m making you s-something!” “Hot cocoa doesn’t take a chef to make.” he placed kisses on your neck, lightly suckling on your bare skin. “I-I know, but just… N-not now.” you stammered, he was now tweaking your nipples, gently pulling them. He didn’t seem to register the request though, but instead was drawing lazily on your breast. “That better, missy?” he questioned, watching you catch your breath and gulp. Resting his chin on your shoulder once more. “Mmmmm.” you responded, thoroughly enjoying his warm touch. Closing your eyes, enjoying the mystifying feeling his hands always gave you. Loudly, the microwave beeped. Suddenly jumping up from the loud occurrence, Gojo cursed under his breath and jogged over to the microwave, swinging the handle open. “Great news, (Y/N). I didn’t burn the marshmallows!” Grumbling under your breath, and wishing all hell to the microwave for disrupting such an intimate event, you nodded, giving him a few weak claps for his rather stupid achievement. Gesturing for him to bring the bowl over, you pulled out a spoon from the drawer beneath you. As soon as Gojo placed the bowl on the counter, he zoomed back to where he had left off, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. This time, he was massaging one of your shoulders. Your breathing was heavier when he did this, Gojo noted, watching as you struggled to mix the chocolate syrup and milk together. He did this for a while, eyeing the cooling marshmallow. He swiped up a dollop, wiping it down your neck. Letting out a gasp by the sudden warmth, you assumed it was Gojo’s mouth. To your surprise, it wasn’t. He licked the cloud of fluff, before straight up placing his entire mouth on it, lightly sucking and licking your skin. Your panties were getting awfully wet. “L-love, we n-need the fluff to a-add the finishing touch to t-the hot cocoa.” you would mutter, trying not to collapse from the pleasure. “You getting wet?” now lightly nibbling on your skin, his hand left your breast, dunking his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. He sneered, realizing the puddle that had seeped itself into the material. “Aw, you’re absolutely wet. Fuck am I saying?” he swirled his finger around your entrance, lightly dipping one of his fingers in before he took it out. Whimpering, your walls clenched around something that wasn’t there. “Anyways, let's get back to the hot cocoa!” innocently licking his glistening finger, he looked at you. ‘What? Y-you can’t do that to me-!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chirped back, smiling devilishly. “That’s what I wanted before-” “Hush up, slut.” he rubbed your head with one hand, the other, stroking your cheek. You didn’t realize how hot you got when he called you a slut, whimpering, the hot cocoa long forgotten on the counter as you leaned into his chest. “Aw, you’re so cute.” tugging on your cheeks softly, you look up at him, while he looked down. Even though you were his girlfriend, you didn’t really see his eyes often. They were a brilliant shade of aquamarine, flecks of a darker blue were also sprinkled amongst the sea of various shades of blue. “You want something? You’re giving me those puppy eyes.” Still pulling at your cheeks, he stared down patiently, unable to hide the smile on his face. “I hate when you tease me.” you blurt out, surprisingly coherent, even though Gojo was pinching your cheek. Another flicker of amusement on his face. “That’s not how you ask for something you want.” He stopped pinching your cheeks, now staring at you. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking about, his face was blank, eyes cloudy. “Mmm, I’ll give you one last chance before you get punished. Now missy, what do you want?” You tugged at the hem of his pants, still making eye contact. “You can’t have that, sweetie.” he straightened you back up, so that you weren’t leaning on his chest any longer. “It’s way too early.” “Then what was the point of teasing me?” you groaned, clasping your hands together and looking at him. “Please?” you were sure to have your eyelashes flutter. He laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry, princess.” You groaned, getting down onto the cold floor, getting onto your knees, looking at his pleasurably entertained face. “...What about now?” He chuckled, rubbing your head again. “No, baby. I’m just not in the mood, but I can make a recommendation that works with me. Although, you’re really cute when you’re on your knees for me.” You nodded, nervously anticipating whatever he wanted to do. You didn’t need to wait, though, he carried you over to the table, like a princess, unclothing you quickly. Throwing his sweater onto the floor once again, you felt your heart jump a little. A small pile of clothing consisting of the sweater, your panties, and a t-shirt was crumpled up on the floor. He cupped your breasts, leaning over the table to look at them. His expression softened, placing delicate kisses on each breast, making you gasp a little. “So cute.” whispering, rubbing your nipples once again. Your hands found their home in Gojo’s hair, now clenching onto his snowy white locks. He grunted a little as you pushed his head further into your chest, effectively telling you to start suckling on the now slightly abused domes. “Just a sec, (Y/N).” extending his impossibly long limbs to grab the marshmallow fluff bowl, his long fingers danced at the rim, then pulled it closer to his chest. Yanking the spoon out of the bowl, he spread the lukewarm fluff on your body, you weren’t expecting such warmth, and you let out a yelp, realizing what he was slathering onto you. “Satoru! D-did you forget what I said e-earlier?” “Nope, I just don’t care.” sadistically grinning, he ducked his head down, the space between your breasts and his face non existent. He had practically smooshed himself into your embrace, your arms around his head. He was good with his tongue, you had to admit, too good. Goosebumps grew on your skin, no matter how many times you two fucked senseless, he still had such an effect on you. His tongue swirling around your nipple, fingers rubbing and teasing the other. You felt his hot breath against your skin, and you couldn’t help but think how good it felt. Strands of hair tickled you as he began to noisily slurp, before coming back up again. Your breast was glistening with spit, few thin lines of marshmallow fluff left over. He licked them up, before scooping up a few dollops of marshmallow fluff onto you, looking hungrily at the attention-starved breast, before diving back down. Fingers now giving the spoiled nipple almost close to 0 action. He licked the hard nipple a few more times before sucking onto it, as if he was a baby. I mean, he probably was. Afterall, he was a manchild. Regardless, you found yourself heavily breathing, hugging his head like it was the last thing you’d ever do. His teeth lightly nibbled, making you jump a little. Now biting onto it, you squealed. He glanced up, before going back down, licking the sensitive bud. You felt a rush near your lower regions, a familiar warmth rushed to your cheeks. “S-Satoru! I think I’m gonna-!” You weren’t even going to finish the sentence, the white, hot liquid pooling out of you as soon as you uttered a few words. Gojo’s attention was now focused on you, before looking down. “Woah, lil girl. That’s a large mess. I didn’t know your pussy needed any attention.” he directed his gaze towards your pussy, spreading the folds and softly examined it. “How pretty.” he muttered, he flicked his thumb on your clit, making you moan loudly. “FUCK!” you threw a hand over your mouth, he laughed, his breath tickling you. “You’re really wet.” Without any warning before hand, he dove in between your legs, beginning to noisily slurp at your folds, dipping his tongue into your entrance. You began to practically scream louder, you were fuzzy, your body, your mind, everything. Unable to cover your moans, you began to grimace at the stares your neighbors would give you when you went out for the mail. Gojo would laugh, telling you that, “He was just trying to show the world you were his.” and not pay any mind, cursing him for being so skilled, you struggled to contain all the noises you were making. You felt his tongue tease your entrance playfully, flicking your clit a few times for extra measure, you were now wildly thrashing, and you knew Gojo couldn’t wait to ridicule you over dinner. About to straight up shove his head closer into you, his tongue finally stuck inside of you. Letting out a sigh of relief mixed with added pleasure, he skillfully lapped at your juices. Noisily slurping away at you, he glanced up. You were trying to sit up, but were struggling as you did so. The waves of pleasure sent you crashing back down onto the table. You felt him exhale through his nose, tickling you once again. He closed the little space between you and his face, as soon as he was in contact with your skin, you wrapped your legs around his back, trying to close the distance that wasn’t there. Now, his tongue was reaching you in places you’d never think he would. Flush, hot skin was sweating against the table surface, but you paid no mind, promising yourself to wipe the top later. Hair strands practically glued to the sides of your head due to the sweat, you whined again, feeling yourself close to cumming. You were about to speak again, warning Gojo, but you couldn’t. Before the words could even spill out of your mouth, you felt yourself burst. Gojo, seemingly unaware, was still lapping at your walls. You looked at him, breathing heavily. His eyes widened, and you felt him stop licking for a while, before you saw him gulp and stand back up. His eyes twinkled a little in the light, and you straightened, sitting on the table, your heart still beating rapidly. “You never told me you were gonna cum.” You turned your head to the side, about to retort, before you realized the empty bowl of marshmallow fluff. “Satoru! I told you to not use it all!” (resposting because i think im shadowbanned, please interact if u saw this!)

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themessengercrow · 3 years

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im feeling angsty...think you could do 10 angsty section for reader with bakugou?

(Yup and I hope you dont mind I changed the qoute just a lil) tw Angst

It was probably your third date with the number two pro hero Dynamight. Katsuki had to admit….it took alot to find you. Someone who didn’t care about his status as a hero-probably because you were one yourself. You hadn’t been raised at UA, you were a much smaller time hero and yet Katsuki didn’t mind that. For a man who always boasted for himself, to do his best, have the best, be the best, it came as a surprise to you that Katsuki was the first to ask you out and to ask for more than just some hookup. The way that he asked made him seem like a school boy all over again, eyes turned to the floor with a little bit of a blush tinting his cheeks. There was no doubt he found you attractive but there was something different about you-you’d challenge him on equal ground and continue to prove your own worth but even then-if Katsuki were to admit it he would say the reason why his eyes stayed glued to yours was because when he saw your eyes, all he saw was understanding. He didn’t find the same cruelty in your eyes like his mother did whenever she’d berate him or the disgusted look in peoples eyes whenever he was deemed too violent or angry to others. You almost seemed to understand him and yet calm him at the same time. Even if he wanted to admit it he really didn’t have the words. So, little restaurant dates until Katsuki can grow the nerve to ask you to be his partner more than just a date would have to do.

He wanted to do that tonight actually. He really did. You decided to wear the color scheme from his hero outfit-he knew you picked because of him, and the outfit did make his mouth water. But there was a sort of pride that swelled in his chest when he saw you proudly wearing his colors. Proudly showing off that you're his. Maybe not exactly his yet but-he wanted to change that.

“Bakugou if you keep being all flirty before we go into the restaurant reporters might see us you know that right?” You gently nudged his arm away from your waist with a huff. “Especially since we’re not officially together yet I doubt you’d want rumors going around.” Part of you still believed he just wanted to be a little nicer than ‘friends with benefits’. While you did have your own confidence as well as insecurities in the relationship-you knew that the field you both worked in would make a real relationship hard. You wanted to play into the nice role of a relationship but deep down part of you felt that it wouldn’t last. You knew it wouldn’t last. Why not enjoy it while it does though.

Neither of you expected a villain attack during your dinner. So of course-you go out there to fight unknowing and unprepared for the fight. It was only you and Katsuki-the attack started in the restaurant and thankfully you were able to get all of the civilians to safety while Katsuki distracted the villain. You still had a civilian with you, the poor person was hit by the villains’ quirk. Neither you nor Katsuki knew what the villains’ quirk was and the exit had been blocked. You guarded the citizen while Katsuki threw explosions left and right, hoping to tire out the villain.

You gently shook the person, hoping they would wake up soon. Their eyes shot open and they quickly sat up, looking to you “Pro hero (h/n) whats-” You watched as the person paused in the middle of what the were saying to stare at you, A misty look covered their eyes before it vanished; making it easy to assume it was most likely the quirk taking effect. You frowned and put a hand on the persons shoulder “There’s currently a villain attack going on-you were hit by the villains quirk. Can you tell me how you’re feeling so I can assist you properly?” The person blinked as they stared at you before frowning. “I’m sorry but-” You heard a crash from the other building, seeing Bakugou had been launched into a nearby wall, looking halfway to unconsciousness. “Dynamight!” you turned to the person “Go find a place to hide, i’m going to protect you.” You got up, blocking the person as the villain slowly walked over to you “Oh poor little hero-I just beat the number two pro hero and yet you still think you want to go up against me? Pathetic.” Quickly looking over him you noticed multiple gadgets on his person-this guy was smart enough to not just rely on his quirk. Which means he probably has a pretty weak quirk. You cracked your knuckles and shook your head “I don’t have to beat you I just need to stall you.” You used some of the debris on the ground for an easier launch attack at the villain, metal poured out of your pockets, manipulated by your work and turned into a staff, swinging it down on the villains torso. The villain had gone to do a roundhouse kick on you at the same time, the both of you launching each other to opposite sides of the room. You immediately got up and rushed back at the villain, continuing to fight while Katsuki was able to slowly get up and start charging an attack.

“(y/n) MOVE!” You turned to the right to see Katsuki charging up a huge blast. Your eyes went wide and you were quick to try to move out of range but the villain was quicker, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. Katsuki immediately stopped the attack, keeping his hand aimed at you two he growled “Let em go...this is between you and me.” “No no-I think this is between you two.” He chuckled, a ball of light purple powdery dust manifested in his left hand, his right arm was wrapped around your neck, keeping you in a chokehold “little birds have been talking about you underground number two.” He smirked “This little ones your toy right? Lemme fix em for you, I banged them up in this little scuffle we had.” “Don’t you dare!” Katsuki shouted with a growl, making the man laugh.

“You know i’ve made people forget acquaintances and friends easily but lovebirds-depending how intense and deep your relationship was-It could take all night to forget you.” Katsukis brows furrow “(H/n) wouldn’t forget me. I wouldn’t let that happen.” “Really? My quirk sure does make it easier-” While he was distracted with talking to Bakugou, You had used your leftover metal to create a dagger, going to shove it into the arm around your neck. The man grabbed your wrist with his free hand, the purple dust absorbed into your wrist. “Let's put it to the test then shall we? If it takes i’d say...we’ve been fighting for quite a while. What time is it?” You had started to struggle at this point, making the man tighten his grip on your wrist. “Are you trying to play games with me? What did you do?!” Katsuki growled and the man shook his head “The time Dynamight, I didn’t ask for more questions just the time.” Katsuki snarled and glanced at the clock on the wall “...2:00am. Now stop playing games and just tell me-” “2am? My, we have been fighting for quite a while. I’m sure your backup is too scared to come in? No matter. If your little toy here forgets you when the sun rises, you could probably safely say, you two definitely have a strong bond. If you’re forgotten within the hour though…” He looked down at you still attempting to struggle even with your airway now cut off. He hit you hard on the back of the head, hoping to knock you unconscious. You groaned and limped forward, stars filtering your vision and yet you stayed awake. The man shoved you off of him and towards bakugou, immediately stepping back and pulling out a large metal ball from his pocket “You bastard!” Katsuki screamed as he caught you, trying to make sure you were safe while he launched an attack on the man. It was too hard to comprehend anything, all of the lights were just too bright, all of the sounds were too noisey-everything was just too much. You could hear Katsuki shouting so you grabbed his shirt, tugging it and mumbling a “did you get him?” He looked down at you, the smoke clearing revealed the villain had gotten away and you did not look to be in good condition. “Hey...hey look up at me.” He shook you a little and you groaned, lowering your head further at the ache pounding against your skull. He frowned and gently rubbed your back “Hey look up at me, I gotta make sure your ok.” He spoke softly now. “Can’t you just say what you want to say with my head like this? I feel like im going to forget after I knock out from this headache...this hurts..” “hey no you’re not forgettin shit got it? It’s that assholes quirk-we can always go to recovery girl to fix things-you gotta look up at me so I can make sure you don’t have a concussion.” He gently started to pet your head, noticing how much you relaxed to the touch. You slowly nodded and looked up at him, as soon as you made eye contact with him he nodded a sort of mist float in your eyes, almost like tv static before they went to normal again...almost normal.

“Who are you?”

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #x reader #bakugou x reader angst #crowsfallenfeathers

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The Lingering Shadow [1]

A/N: here’s the first part! i’ve been reading far too many oikawa fics lately, specifically yandere ones, but since that’s not really my style of writing, i’ve decided to add my own little twist. so yes, some chapters might be dark, and oikawa is definitely not a good guy (sorry to any die-hard oikawa fans) but the reader will have a happy ending :)

just to be clear, she’s a second year in this. and obviously everything will be explained in due time, but please let me know who you all would like the reader to eventually end up with -- im thinking one of the third years, but not sure who. though, i’ll consider anyone (besides oikawa lol) so please send in some suggestions.

Summary: He’s a past memory you’ve tried so hard to forget. So hard to leave in the past. And you almost succeed, almost do it, until his voice is suddenly calling out for you and then, you just can’t seem to get rid of him. Pairing: tbd, Yandere!Oikawa Tooru x Reader

TW: yandere oikawa, dark themes, warnings might change as chapters progress.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before...”

The sound of his voice sends you to a rigid freeze, entire body tensing up in panic. You’d recognize his voice anywhere, of course you would -- you’d used to be obsessed with it (as strange as that sounded). Completely and wholeheartedly devoted to it. Him and that sultry tone of his. Him and that fake grin of his.

Your hands freeze on the strap of your bag, the one you’d been packing seconds prior -- peacefully and undisturbed. And you hang there a moment, unsure of what you should do. You don’t want to turn, don’t want to face him, and you certainly don’t want to engage in any sort of conversation with him.

Hands pressed on either side of you head, a looming figure standing before you, trapping you. There’s no escape. No where to turn.

You keep your gaze down, shaking, violently and without fault. You’re scared to look up, lips feel as if they’d been glued shut -- you’re so completely confused and out of your element that it’s stunned you silent without fault. He’s a intimidating figure before you, even if you’d never felt that way prior to this moment. He’d used to seem like the sun and stars to you, now he feels like nothing more then a shadow, lurking in the dark.

You hadn’t wanted this -- you didn’t want this. You were just--

“--congratulating me, right?” He smirks, voice a low drawl. “This feels like congratulation enough to me.”

You shut the memory out, forcing it to the very back of your mind like you have for the past few months. You refuse to remember it, relive it, and it’s different this time -- the two of you aren’t alone. Aren’t in some dark corner of the school where no one else can see, where no prying and curious eyes can fall on the two of you.

Your team will notice, surely--

“Ah,” he grins, “I knew I’d recognized you.”

You’ve turned to face him before you even realized you actually had. It’s like your feet move on their own, like your body had instinctively reacted to his voice, like it had that day.

When you look at him, he’s grinning widely, head tilted to that side and has that familiar twist to it that you haven’t managed to get out of your minds eye since that day. You’d never used to see it, never would’ve dreamed of seeing such a sadistic and twisted look in the boys face -- but now, you think it fits perfectly if the lasting touch of his scalding touch is anything to go by.

“O-Oikawa-san,” you whisper, forcing the words out as you bow your head. You take a quick glance around the Karasuno gym the both of you were in, finding his team scattered amongst the crowd as they packed up their things, and your own team missing. It occurs to you then that they must be in the locker room, changing out of their gym attire.

You’re not alone, but certainly not with anyone that’d care for the panicked look on your face.

Kiyoko isn’t even there.

“Y/L/N, right?” He calls, jutting his hip out as he leans on his right leg, “you used to go to Aoba Johsai.”

The casual lilt to his tone as you wondering if he even remembers that day, and with a blink you realize he probably doesn’t. Just because he recognized your face, doesn’t mean anything. You’d used to go to every single one of his games, watched with a striving passion and unwavering determination, maybe he just remembered seeing your face amongst the crowd.

Part of it hurts, the stinging realization that he didn’t even care to remember what he’d done that day. The fear he’d set deep within you, it never having fully stopped coursing through your veins.

But then, another, more logical side of you reasons good -- you don’t want him to remember. If he doesn’t remember, it’s less likely to happen again.

“You’re a manager here?”

Swallowing thickly, you force yourself to sound as strong as you possibly can. “Y-yes, well, manager in training. Kiyoko-san is helping me--”

“It’s a wonder how you managed that,” he cuts in, voice sharp. “My number one fan, manager of Karasuno. A team nobody even remembers anymore.”

You freeze, lips left parted.

“That’s what you called yourself, right? My number one fan?” His tone is light enough that to anybody in passing, it sounds casual. But you see it, that blaze in his eyes, the sweet smile on his lips that is just a little too sweet, and the curl of his eyes that seems a little too forced to be real.

You once would’ve believed it, one of the poor girls that would fall for his charms easily and without fault. Now, it just floods you with fear.

“It’s all, if I remember correctly, you were good for.”

He takes a step forward, and you take one back, and it hits you like a slap across the face.

“Congratulations on the win, huh?”

His smile turns twisted, dark, and you find yourself pressed against a wall suddenly, him gaining on you.

“How would you like to congratulate me then?”

“My faithful fan ran away it seems.”

“Oikawa,” you call, voice pitching in panic. “Please--”

“Is everything alright, Y/L/N-san?”

You don’t think you’ve ever appreciated Kiyoko more then you do in that exact moment -- and you owe a lot to her and her kindness.

Oikawa turns at the sound of her voice, and your wide eyes soften somewhat at the curious, but guarded, look upon her face as she eyes the two of you. There’s a still moment, a long pause, one where you’re not sure what to say, if you could even say anything if you wanted to -- it feels like you can barely breathe, he’s still far too close.

But you don’t have to. Oikawa does for you.

“Catching up with an old friend is all,” he smiles, bright-eyed and convincing as ever, “she used--”

“Ne, ne, Y/L/N-senpai, what are you doing talking to The Great King?”

You hate that name, you decide then, more then ever. A flash of orange appearing next to you, all but butting himself into the conversation, bounding up to you with bright eyes and a warm smile -- it’s a nice contrast to Oikawa’s you also decide, body easing somewhat.

You knew your team would notice. Of course they would.

“I used to go to the same school as Oikawa-san,” you explain softly, saying what you’re sure Oikawa had been about to to Kiyoko, finding your voice with the strength of no longer being alone with him. However, you can’t help but eye him out of the corner of your eye, apprehensive and unsure. “Though, he was a year ahead of me.”

“I didn’t know she’d transferred to Karasuno,” Oikawa explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Pleasant surprise is all.”

You notice the rest of the team joining, slowly filtering over to where the four of you stand. Hinata still looks quite confused, and as Kageyama comes to a stand behind him, he also looks quite puzzled. However, as your attention filters over to the older members of the team, they seem more apprehensive, like Kiyoko had, narrowed gazes fixtured up Oikawa.

Tanaka, in particular, steps forward, a harsh glare on his face, a threatening aura surrounding him, to which Hinata is quick to back him up (of course, you notice the way he also uses his upperclassmen as a shield) all whilst Oikawa simply stands there with a confused smile.

He’s good, you realize as well, really good. Better then you thought. He does, of course, have years of practice -- twisting that glint into something more friendly, more approachable, more charismatic.

“Oikawa-san!” A teammate of his calls, pulling the attention away from you, whilst Daichi grabs both Tanaka and Hinata by their collars, yanking them back. “It’s time to go.”

Oikawa turns to your team, offering a small wave, and hope floods you then. The casualness of his step, the way his back is turned to you, you think maybe, just maybe, that was it. Just a game to him. He probably liked seeing the fear in your eyes, got off on it, but you didn’t matter enough to him to do anything else. That was it. He would be off, and things would go back to normal -- you wouldn’t have to see him again.

It was luck that Takeda had managed a practice match with Oikawa’s team, and though you’d been somewhat nervous when you first heard -- he’d ignored you till the end. And you wouldn’t be seeing him again, transferring schools insured that fact.

But then a hand falls on your shoulder, and your gaze flickers upwards, finding --

Oikawa staring down at you, gaze intense, unwavering, and it sends a chill down the back of your spine. His grip is tight on your shoulder, having caught you the moment you’d tried to pull off the wall and get away. He’s strong, stronger then he looks, and he keeps you there with ease, before pushing, just a small push, slamming you back against the wall.

And then his other hand is gripping your jaw, forcing your gaze up, and his lips are own your before you even have a moment to argue. He’s unrelenting, forceful, and you don’t know how to stop him -- how to even beg for him to stop, because it occurs to you that he won’t care.

He doesn’t care.

“I’ll be seeing you.”

And Oikawa’s off before you’ve even properly processed his words, chest heaving as he squeezes your shoulder, the threat clearly there, and then the pressure is gone.

He’s gone.

You watch him walk off, pull on that familiar white and blue jacket, and Takeda is saying goodbye to their coach with a polite bow, and Seijoh is walking out the doors. But not before Oikawa sends a smile back at you, just you, his eyes finding yours easily, and even from where you’re stood, you can see that glint, and it feels like all the warmth in your body is just gone.

The feeling of a hand on your shoulder once against snaps you out of your revere, and your wide, somewhat panicked eyes fall on Kiyoko whose staring down at you in concern.

“Are you okay, Y/L/N-san?”

A glance at the rest of your team, and most seem to be wearing a similar expression of concern, if not confusion. You even notice Tsukishima glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Y/L/N?” Daichi calls, pressing you gently.

“Yeah,” you choke out, the words light and airy, but you smile to convince them of the fact. Your shoulders ease, and Kiyoko’s grasp lightens at the feeling, and then you’re smiling up at her, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear with a light laugh. “Just caught me off guard is all. Haven’t seen him in a long time.”

“I didn’t know you two were friends.”

It’s Kageyama who says it, and his tone is sharp, blunt.

“Kageyama!” Sugawara chastises, sending him a harsh glare.

“No, no.” you argue, shaking your head. “It’s fine. We’re not really. When I was in my first year, I used to go to a lot of his games. I guess he just recognized me from the crowds.”

You hope you’re convincing, and you are enough that they leave it at that. But even if you notice the glances thrown your way, or the way Kiyoko dutifully sticks close to you as you finish grabbing your things, taking a bit longer then normal in order to insure you don’t see Oikawa again when you leave the gym.

You don’t want to see him again.

But something deep down, twisting around your heart, tells you you don’t have much of a choice in that matter.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru imagine #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa imagine #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere haikyuu x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa toru imagine #oikawa toru x reader #imagine #imagines #my fics

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rikiflrts · 4 years

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— ꒰‧ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ༉‧₊˚✧

after what seemed like forever, i finally made my own prompt list! if you wish to request for the prompts that you’d like to use with a certain member, then feel free to choose any of the numbers displayed and tell me about them in the ask box (^^).

also: please be specific with the genre that you'd like to imply with your chosen prompts, thank you~ ♡

1.) "i just wanted to give you a hug"

2.) "dumbass we're lost now thanks to you!" " i already got lost in your eyes from the moment i met you but you don't see me complaining."

3.) "please don't talk to me right now, im not in the mood"

4.) "how are you so beautiful?"

5.) "my hoodie looks great on you"

6.) "how could you..."

7.) "i trusted you"

8.) "i didn't tell you to trust me."

9.) "you're leaving? just like that?"

10.) "no stop you're making me blush"

11.) "and if i am?"

12.) "just shut up and let me play with your hair"

13.) "so this is what falling in love feels like"

14.) "how are you even real..?"

15.) "are you being for real right now?"

16.) "...did you just sniff me?"

17.) "if you're that mad then why don't you just take it out on me?"

18.) "i don't mind"

19.) "you dumbass, i said i like you!"

20.) "i used to have this huge crush on you (laughs)" "used to?" "well, yeah.. i dont really like you anymore"

21.) "can i hold your hand?"

22.) "are you nervous?"

23.) "less talking, more working!"

24.) "im in love with an idiot"

25.) "but you promised me that we'd get married!!" "for the love of god, ____ we were 5 when that promise was made!"

26.) "but i still love/like you.."

27.) "this reminded me of you"

28.) "his/her/their smile is really pretty.."

29.) "just confess already!!"

30.) "you're an idiot." "yeah. your idiot."

31.) "are you even paying attention?"

32.) "does it look like i care?"

33.) "i don't really care"

34.) "it's been a while since i last smiled like this"

35.) "oh crap im starting to feel the butterflies again"

36.) "I'm scared, okay?! i can't do it"

37.) "what are you so scared of?"

38.) "im scared of falling.." "dont be, i'll catch you."

39.) "promise..?" "promise."

40.) "i guess promises really were meant to be broken."

41.) "you made a fool out of me!"

42.) "im sorry, its not you.. its me."

43.) "what about our promises??" "what about them?"

44.) "please dont go"

45.) "is/are they/he/she all you're ever going to look at?im already right in front of your attention is still focused on them/him/her."

46.) "that's it..?"

47.) "cuddle with me"

48.) "no."

49.) "his/her/their eyes were like pools; so deep. I fear that if I fall, I might never come out and reach for air."

50.) "i love spending time with you"

51.) "let's just be friends"

52.) "im sorry, im afraid of commitment"

53.) "im afraid of it too. why don't you just take this risk and overcome your fears with me?"

54.) "if its you, then i dont mind."

55.) "i love your smell"

56.) "what's that supposed to mean?"

57.) "first love really never does die huh"

58.) "hey, you look really familiar" "oh, really?" "yeah. you look like my soulmate."

59.) "if you like me so much then just marry me already"

60.) "wait i can do that?!" "your gullibility really amazes me sometimes."

61.) "are you dumb? be honest"

62.) "im not in the mood"

63.) "are you okay?"

64.) "you look horrible" "oh wow gee thanks for pointing that out sherlock"

65.) "what's in it for me?"

66.) "do you..like me?"

67.) "do you like him/her/them?"

68.) "but i wrote you letters.."

69.) "they mean nothing to me."

70.) "wow! i haven't seen you in ages, how have you been?" "we literally just saw each other 5 hours ago."

71.) "wipe that smirk off your face, its annoying"

72.) "aww, why? are you perhaps threatened that you'll end up falling for me?"

73.) "i think im going to puke"

74.) "are you blushing?"

75.) "aren't you tired of comstantly running in my mind?"

76.) "i can't get him/her/them out of my head"

77.) "your laugh sounds really pretty"

78.) "i love how your eyes sparkle whenever you're invested in something"

79.) "im falling"

80.) "oh no im catching feelings"

81.) "do you ever stop talking?"

82.) "let me get that for you"

83.) "its okay, i can pay for myself" "no. i wont let you" "but i have my own mone-" "shut up and let me spoil you!"

84.) "i refuse to stay in the same room with the likes of him/her/them!"

86.) "it was pretty obvious.."

87.) "come here."

88.) "stop doing that to yourself!"

89.) "you deserve better."

90.) "just leave. i dont want to see your face anymore."

91.) "i hate you." "the feeling's mutual."

92.) "didn't i tell you to leave me alone?!"

93.) "was it so wrong to love you..?"

94.) "if you really love me then just stay away from my sight."

95.) "you feel like home"

96.) "i love hugging you, it makes me feel safe"

97.) "i could kiss you right now!" "you're very welcome to do it."

98.) "i can't keep playing pretend"

99.) "let's put an end to this.."

100.) "i think im actually catching feelings"

101.) "this is getting dangerous.."

102.) "give me another chance"

103.) "give me one reason why i shouldnt leave."

104.) "im going to do it! im finally going to confess to him/her/them!"

105.) "you've got to be kidding me.."

106.) "i knew what i signed up for. im not surprised."

107.) "he/she/they has/have stars in his/her/their eyes and im captivated"

108.) "i love you" "nice try, but im not falling for that"

109.) "is it that hard to fall in love with me?!"

110.) "well if you put it that way, then yes."

111.) "you look happy"

112.) "you look happier without me."

113.) "can you guys please change the dare"

114.) "who gave you the right to toy around with my emotions like that?!"

115.) "i got played.."

116.) "stay out of my sight."

117.) "you're an eyesore" "you're an eye candy"

118.) "why are you still here?"

119.) "why..?"

120.) "stop making fun of me!" "make me."

121.) "was i just some kind of sick joke to you?"

122.) " i really like you "

123.) "i don't know how to express my feelings that well but i just want you to know that i'd take a bullet for you"

124.) "i'd do anything just to see you smile like that again"

125.) "what are you staring at?"

126.) "i think i have a crush on you" "you think? you're not even sure?"

127.) "take my hand"

128.) "let's get out of here."

129.) "you should wear my clothes more often"

130.) "i can teach you how"

131.) "I'm here for you"

132.) "you can use me to forget about him/her/them"

133.) "even if the world turns againt us, as long as we have each other, then we'll be alright."

134.) "you're all that i need"

135.) "you're all that i ever wanted"

136.) "you're all that i have"

137.) "please don't leave me"

138.) "I'm sorry."

139.) "look at me."

140.) "look at me and tell me that you don't love me anymore."

141.) "you're an idiot."

142.) "i don't love you anymore."

143.) "did you just drink from my cup?" "and if i did?"

144.) "im going to kill you!" "you don't scare me"

145.) "stay with me a little longer"

146.) "i knew it.."

147.) "i should've known.."

148.) "are you jealous?"

149.) "i made you a playlist"

150.) "when will you ever look my way..?"

151.) "im fine with looking at him/her/them from afar"

152.) "he's/she's/they're out of my league"

151.) "im scared of getting rejected"

152.) "back to square one"

153.) "I'm tired"

154.) "what do you like about me?"

154.) "i'd rather starve than spend time with him/her/them."

155.) "if i'm an idiot, then you're a coward"

156.) "i dreamt about you last night"

157.) "it was a nightmare"

158.) "it's the little things that he/she/they do/does that drive me insane"

159.) "i like you more than i should"

160.) "be mine"

161.) "it was too good to be true.."

162.) "i had a crush on him/her/them"

163.) "i never really thought that i'd end up falling for you"

164.) "you're adorable"

165.) "you mean the world to me"

166.) "you meant the world to me"

167.) "what happened in the past stays in the past"

168.) "careful, you might end up falling for me"

169.) "very funny, mister lover boy"

170.) "lets go out on a date"

171.) "i'm so lucky to have you"

172.) "where are you going?"

173.) "sometimes it really just gotta be like that"

174.) "hello good afternoon, what's your order?" "hell- oh wow.. you please" "im sorry, could you say that again?" "wait no! i meant- uh..oh dear.."

175.) "he's too good for me"

176.) "stop giving me mixed signals"

177.) "i guess it really just wasn't meant to be"

178.) "im not interested in you"

179.) "i cant get him/her/them out of my head"

180.) "where is/are he/she/they?"

181.) "you took my pillow so im going to use you as a pillow"

182.) "why are you avoiding me?"

183.) "did i do something wrong?"

184.) "please talk to me"

185.) "im not even his/her/their ideal type"

186.) "it wouldn't hurt to try"

187.) "you smell like me"

188.) "i like my scent on you"

189.) "that sounds weird if you put it that way"

190.) "can i call you tonight?"

191.) "you should smile more often"

192.) "i hate it when people tell me what to do"

193.) "lets wear matching outfits!"

194.) "im arresting you." "why? i didnt do anything wrong" "yes you did, you stole my heart and i want justice!"

195.) "i guess i got too caught up with my fatasies to notice that he/she/they never really liked me back in the first place.."

196.) "you're the answer to all my prayers"

198.) "you should go home."

199.) "let me come with you"

200.) "run away with me"

last updated: 12/30/20

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being a younger Avenger and mentoring Kamala

Kamala Khan x reader

warnings: avengers game spoilers, guns

a/n: so excited about this one; i made y/n just a bit older (and gn!) so that they’re in their mid-early teens during a-day! hope thats okie doke! reader has electrokinesis. this accidentally got really detailed

prompt: anonymous: “Hey there! Would you mind writing HCs for the Avengers Game about female reader being a young Avenger (around 17) and mentoring Kamala Khan?”

you were just a kid yourself when you joined the avengers

and you were an inspiration to kids around the world

“does SHIELD think nothing of child labor laws?” -bruce

the avengers became your family

and seeing what you could do...they knew you could handle yourself

and then a-day happened

the day started off so perfect

and the kids went ballistic over seeing you

“y/h/n! look, it’s y/h/n!”

“can i get a picture?”

“hi, guys! of course you can!”

but there was one kid who stuck out among the rest

kamala khan

“you’re the one who wrote about the sewers, right? i freaking loved it! may i just say your art is amazing?”

“r-really?”

“oh, yeah! and the part where you had thor spin mjölnir to push water towards the sewer lizards so i could shock them? genius!”

she could not wait to tell abu about what you had just said

you obviously took a selfie with her and handed her a little pin with your own “icon” on it

but your world got turned upside down that day

the battle was one you’d never forget

and the fighting with your own teammates afterwards would haunt you for years to come

“what do you know, y/n?! you’re just a kid!” -tony

“oh yeah? im one of the only functioning members of this team!”

“everybody calm down. y/n makes a good point, but—” -nat

“thank you”

“...but there’s some stuff you should leave up to us. you really shouldn’t have to take on so much responsibility” -nat

“she’s right, y/n. this was our fault” -bruce

“are you kidding me?! i’m just as guilty as the rest of you, i’m an equal member of this team! for years we’ve dealt with this together, taken the blame together! what’s changed?”

“y/n...you saw what we did out there. that changed everything...” -bruce

you technically were an inhuman, just not terrigen-based

didnt matter to AIM, they took dr. pym for god’s sake

so you had to run, you were on your own for a while

a long while

you laid low for five years, most boring five years of your life

at least you still had your life, though. it just wasn’t what it used to be

but you got a message one day

“‘tiny dancer,’ huh? my moneys on either nat or tony. nah, tony would have chosen ‘rocket man.’”

you couldn’t be sure, maybe it was just a random shield agent...maybe hank pym? god, this was crazy

the message brought you to, uh, cap’s memorial statue

and there was a young girl arguing with a couple of boys...an inhuman!

you hopped in and saved her, she seemed scared

“hey, kid, you alright?”

“y/h/n? is it really you?”

she seemed vaguely familiar

“are you tiny dancer?”

“no, i thought you might be? they sent you here, too?”

there wasn’t much time to chat, AIM was onto you

you two unfortunately got split up for a minute, but you were practically raised by the notorious clint barton and natasha romanoff, and various other spies

yes, you planted a tracker on her

and met her at the bus stop!

“you found me?”

“that i did, kamala. see, i do remember you”

“that is so cool! i mean—not almost getting killed, or the guy with the big head...”

“what guy? you need to tell me everything”

the whole busride was a bit overwhelming. kamala explained the resistance clues, her powers, her undying admiration for the avengers, you name it

but it made you feel good to know that there were people out there that didn’t hate you

“so what was it like? being the teenage avenger?”

“uh, it was...it was really cool. i felt like i was one-of-a-kind. but sometimes people didn’t take me seriously, it was kind of aggravating”

“yeah, no one takes me seriously either...”

“you know, depending on how this all goes, i might be able to give you a few pointers”

“really?! that’d be great!”

once you got to utah...you saw the chimera

it brought back some bad memories, kamala could tell

“you okay?”

“me? yeah, im good. just thinking...okay, well, do you have a plan on how to get yourself across all of this?”

“actually, i do!”

it was kind of creepy in there, but when you laid your eyes on caps shield, you kind of broke

“do you hear something, what it that?”

“...hulk. kamala, you need to get out of here, i’ll catch up to you, i swear”

she didn’t leave in time, so she got to see the greener side of bruce. you chased him back and tried to get bruce back

meanwhile, kamala found AIM troops...oops

bruce cooled off and man was he doing rough

“y/n, is that really you?”

“yeah, its me. surprise. how long have you been the big guy?”

“too long...a few years”

“jesus, im sorry. i’ll be right back, though. some kid brought me here, i gotta go get her. you kinda scared her off”

she was passed out when you got to her

but bruce is a doctor, he’d figure it out

“i could give her a little shock to wake her up, you know?”

“oh, i know. just let her rest for a minute. she needs it”

“right...well im gonna take a look around, maybe go see what i left behind. i could power the place up, but we’re missing some parts to actually get this thing running. best i can do is lights and doors”

you turned the little things on and turns out did leave a decent amount of stuff in here

your first pair of pistols that nat gave you, the gigantic stein that thor gifted you for your 13th birthday, gadgets tony needed an “extra boost” for *bzzt*, a note from cap that just said “good luck, y/n, you’re going to do great!” you cant even remember what it was he was referring to. you just missed him

kamala walked in while you were shuffling around and cleaning the place up

“hey, dr. banner wanted me to come get you. is this your room?”

“that it is, and it’s a huge mess. this is literally all my belongings ever”

bruce had his plan and you just went along, helping kamala out as you go

“baby steps, kam, don’t want you to pass out. but don’t worry, happens to the best of us” -you

“really? you pass out too?” -kamala

“oh yeah, for sure. tell her bruce, remember that time we had thor overcharge me to literally make me an EMP? and tony was busy listening to music so he wouldn’t get out of the blast radius and his armor shut down? so he was out of commission and i had just collapsed from it all? good times”

“y/n, we thought you died” -bruce

this hc is so long omg — anyways you guys ended up finding tony and it was sort of entertaining but he kinda punched bruce and then hugged you

“you got so big”

“shut up, tony”

you kinda harbored some bad feelings since none of the avengers did anything to help you once they started rounding up inhumans (but you still missed them)

getting attacked again

“okay, kamala, remember what i said about baby steps. dont overdo it. i trust you with this!”

“thank you, y/n! uh—oh my god!”

aaaanyways you went to the ant hill to see hank and pick up some supplies, boy was it great to see some familiar faces, then back the the chimera you went to fix it all up

“can you hold that right there for me, kamala? thanks. i think that just about does it. now i have a surprise for you...your own room!”

you helped kamala get it nice and tidy while talking about each other’s lives, she really did remind you of yourself when you became an avenger. excited, scared, underestimated, all of that. and she begged you to share some mission stories, so you obviously did

“you know, if you stick around for a while, you’re gonna have some cool stories, too. maybe even a kickass costume.”

“oh! a costume, ive got that sorta covered. check it out. a burkini, muslim women wear it for swimming and stuff. my mom got it for me”

“love it. soon we’ll find you a fitting name and update the suit, but seriously, this was the perfect way to go. you look great”

“you think so? i don’t know if i feel that cool. maybe i should try something else?”

“if that’s how you feel, you don’t have to stick to it. you can experiment all you want! but i really think you did awesome on this. come on, pose with me! and hey, i like your pins.”

at this point, you’d do anything for kamala, she reminded you so much of yourself. you would have killed for a mentor your age back in the day.

natasha was in fact tiny dancer...called it

“oh, god, y/n. you’re all grown up...im sorry we left you alone. but if it makes you feel better, i always kept an eye on you”

“well, i kind of took on a protégé...she’s like your grand-protégé. kam, c’mere”

after thor finally came back, everyone started fighting again and ditched, it felt so familiar. but you couldn’t leave kamala behind, you swore to yourself that you couldn’t do that.

she was so good for this team

MODOK was defeated (by kamala herself) but there was so much left to do, tons of threats to extinguish, training to accomplish

“y/n, tony won’t turn his dad rock off! he overrode the speakers in my room”

“oh, it’s on. get chastity’s fabric dye and bleach pens. we’re gonna start some trouble”

she gave you a high five one time and nearly broke your arm

sending each other tiny hand memes

“hey, ms. m, how’re your parents? doing okay without their favorite super-daughter?”

“my abu doesn’t stop texting me actually, says my family is super proud of me. it’s a nice change of pace”

you take her on covert missions for field training, it was Educational(tm)

*elevator music playing* “so...what do you want for dinner? i was thinking we could ask thor to barbecue”

sleepovers in her room that just turn into her showing you her superhero merch, listening to music, prank lists, sneaking off to the HARM room for hand-to-hand combat training and power experiments, thinking up new costume designs

“tip: you always need backup suits, you never know what you’re gonna run into out there. one time tony pushed me into a tower of paint cans and they spilled all over me. steve yelled at him for two hours afterwards. worst mission ever, except steve said ‘motherfucker’ and i have never recovered from the emotions of that day”

“wow, i wish i could have been there for that”

“don’t worry, kami, you’ll see some crazy ‘team bonding’ along the way”

she geeks out about captain marvel sometimes

“hey, i’ve got a book carol gave to me about ‘teens taking responsibility.’ you wanna read it?”

“is it any good?”

“i don’t know, i only read the first two pages”

you ended up having a true heart-to-heart with her after one mission when she made a mistake that nearly cost you guys the mission. you told her that not every mission is going to go perfect, each avenger had slipped up in the field, and she had just started, shes not going to be perfect

“i am literally always here if you need anything. i know what it feels like to be a teenager among legends, but trust me, you’ve made it this far and you’ve proven how much of a badass you are. i know you can take anything that gets thrown at you”

kamala said she makes vegan nachos and yeah she makes vegan nachos

you guys have to hide from the rest of the team when she makes them bc they eat ALL OF THEM

gaff (the SHEILD vendor) has you test his gear, you recommend gear to kamala

you were so excited to guide kamala on her journey of heroism

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Overhaul / Chisaki Kai sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Yeah... not very as you all may have expected. Chisaki is very reserved and his mysophobia doesn't help at all. Although, years of not touching nobody can do so much to a person and he MIGHT be willing to touch you after a few months... maybe years.

At the first few times he will only show his affection by giving you things. That's it.

But well, the wait is worth it. Chisaki is a gentleman by nature. Kisses on the hand whenever you pass by, forcing/invinting you to sit on his lap.

His forms of affection are from actions, not from words. He sucks with words, Im sorry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Something tells me that Chisaki would start a relationship only when the person gives him some type of interest. Personality, knowledge.... QUIRKLESS.

Really, he does care more about how intellugent or what they could be to him as a partner, appearance comes just as a bonus to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

AHA!

Jokes apart, Chisaki is just as a stone when cuddling... if he is willing to honestly because this man is such a tsundere brat it huRTS-

He would slowly learn how to do it, but please give him time and espace, he never done this before God help him.

He is much more comfortable with you laying on his chest as he continues on with his paperwork, it gives hkm a sense that he is not alone and that he can spend time with you while doing something so tedious as paperwork.

BUT! On harsh days, as example got into a argument with pops or a bad day in general, he likes to lay his head on your lap and just forget the world exists as hugging you close and inhaling your clean scent.

Also well, enjoy when he is sleepy.

Also, cuddling only after a shower. No buts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, he does want to settle down but as long as he can continue gis work on the Hassaikai then its nore than fine to him (if we're talking about after the raid THEN HE NEEDS TO SETTLE DOWN AND SOME THERAPY)

Cleaning master. Sucks at cooking.

Okay, he is not that bad he can make a toast, but he just really doesn't like to do it, since is just so messy. Really enjoys your cooking though if you know how to...

If not his poor childhood friend will become the chef of you two. Seriously Hari need a break-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Fuck. If HE had to break up he would be straight to the point. Cold and uncaring. Not even the whole "is not you, its me" no no. Chisaki will make sure to tell that he is breaking up because of you and thats final, being on his good intentions or not.

Kai would break up with his partner if they did something like cheat on him or something... and he is from the mafia you rreally want to take the risk?!

Or he would break up due to his fear of you getting hurt. But this will only happen when his paranoia would take over him.

He doesn't want to lose you soon, affirmative.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feels unnecessary before he mets someone he feels really in love with. He doesn't believed in love when younger so its a tragic change.

And no. Chisaki wants to make sure he knows the person very well before he goes to get down on one knee for them. And surprisingly, if he feels like he is safe and can be vulnetable around his partner? Then he is on the cloud nine internally.

Only time will tell when you can get engaged with this plague man.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

TSUNDERE BASTARD-

Is that enough? No? Ok.

He is always scoffing and rolling his eyes when you are affectionate with him but ny god dont stop or else he will discount his rage and frustation on poor Rappa.

Although, when he gets a bit drunk or just overworked he is so gentle. Like, sweet words and all, it even shocks you sometimesm

For him, you are the light of his dark life, his angel. So he doesn't mind speaking behind closed doors on how much he loves you and cherish you being here with him. Likes to carres your cheeks with the back of his gloved hand or plant sweet kisses on your forehead, hands and most of all: lips.

Appreaciate it because his behaviour can change on how you take his words.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nope. Only when he feels the urge to it, when he is tired or when you are down.

He is not much of a hugger. But is willing to give some to you since... you're special to him.

Although Chisaki hugs are like 👌😤. His arms caging you to gis chest and how warm it feels its just heavenly. He hugs you close and likes to give you little squezze that does not hurt to make you sure he is not letting go for a while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long. Long time until he says this.

Saying those three words means to him only one thing: vulnerability.

Its going to take a lot of time for Kai to let out those words, mostly sure that his partner will be the one to say it first, but Kai would jjst stay there and not reply.

One: embarrassed as heck; Two: he is sure that he loves you back but... he needs time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is more overprotective than jealous. Yet he does feel it. A lot.

He doesn't trust OTHERS, he knows you love him. But the world around him failed so many times when he was young that this man has doubts even on his most considerate coomurate. He fears that they might take advantege of you.

A tiny part of him fears that you will leave him because he is not the mostproper partner, but his pride takes over that very easily.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, passionate and hot.

As spoken before Kai loves to kiss your hand, forehead, cheeks and lips. Those are the cleanest and softest places he found to make you embarrassed and all soft.

He isn't much to being kissed... but he does love it when he is there working and then you rub his shoulder a bit before kissing his temple than pecking his lips softly.

Leaves him a blushing mess all the time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*laughs* ERI-CHAN-!

I have a few scenatios of him actually being a good dad so... I will just skip this one and let you all see it for yourselfs.

Although, one word. Strict dad. You guessed right.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

My HEART THEY ARE THE BEST

Especially when he doesn't go to work because its only there that you can see his resting face on the pillows. Usually when he goes to work he gets up, dress himself and carres your check softly before leaving a kiss on your temple and leaving.

When he is free you're trapped. Cant get out of the bed until he does.

Sweet scraches and petting coming from him. TAKE THOSE.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Soft. Watching him, tired as always getting out of his clothes to put his nightwear. If neither of you feel like crashing down onto the dreamland, Chisaki will pick one book you may like, let you rest your head on his chest, shoulder or lap as he reads it out loud while scracthing your head.

If he is on the mood he might even sing you a lullaby... only if you're feeling down though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

After a very long time on the relationship.

If he does have a mentalbreakfown he is blurting everything out like he is about to die and just needs to tell you everything. Although it would be almost impossible.

I feel like Chisaki would slowly reveal things of himself to you. Is the most like to happen.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easy peasy little squeaky.

This man gets angry easily but he does know how to control himself over this situations... although when he loses his patience he does get pissed off (we saw him already guys with pops and the heroes)

In discussions he woudl rather distance himself then to just shout at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

STALKER

He knows everything and more about you. Every little detail he will remember

Seriously, he might still have that annoyed face of his when you're talming but he is listening and paying attention.

Might as well surprise you with your favorite sweets or flowers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First kiss.

He never kissed someone besides you so all the memroy is very well guarded on his mind and he does cherish it everyday.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Will kill for you, overhaul and then kill again for you.

Chisaki is powerful, not only by his quirk but his status as well so only one look of his is enough to scare the others away.

Or his threatenings like... slipping his glove out and showing his victim his bare hand as a signal to not speak or dont come any closer unless they want to die.

Will fell weirded out if you protect him since like... he is a boss of the mafia? He doesn't need protection? He is your knight in shinning armor not the other way around.

... although it makes him a bit embarrassed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So much money that the Hassaimai is stealing from other gangs because of this asshole expending shit tones of moneh in your guys dates.

Everything you once thought or mentiomed for him is there. He is not afraid to spend money when it comes to you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Brush off something that its important to you bit seems unimportant for him.

Gets rude sometimes.

Always demanding on cleaning duty.

Wanting to keep his personal espace due to his mysophobia.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Not much. He only gives care to his cleaning habbits and his smell. Definitely not because you find his scent amusing and devine. Nope. Definitely not.

He doesn't care about looks. Really, do not give a shit. Is just a bonus to him. You're divine and angelic to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Many thumbs up.

He feels extra annoyed and bothered when you're not around. Pls stay with this plague man.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cant sleep without you on his side. Really, he just cant. He tried many times already but just ended up scoffing and going after you just because he needed to sleep says him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He calls you brat as a affectionate nickname but seriously, he doesn't want a child as his partner, so dont be too childish. It irritates him a lot.

BEING ORGANIZED IS NOT A OPTION IS A MUST. or else it will feel like he is more occupied scolding you then loving you for that matter.

Hates. HATES. when his plans doesn't work well and when suddenly you cancel a date of you two or any plans in general.

Hates.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Cling to you for dear life when he gets comfortable with you. And I would suggest you to stay awake for a bit longer than him since he mumbles in his sleep.

Might be nightmares of rombas chasing him with knifes or words of how much he truly loves you? You might as well find out.

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catboymingi · 4 years

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baby steps

navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: a little humour, mainly angst & fluff; best friends to lovers

word count: way too many considering this was supposed to be a short piece (6.2k)

warnings: eating disorders! no disordered behaviour discussed in detail, but it is quite obvious what’s going on and there’s some disordered thought patterns mentioned, so please be careful! somewhat of fainting mention also? some language but not too bad!

mingi has to admit that maybe you’re not as okay as he thought, and you have to admit that maybe you’re not as strong as you thought.

mingi knew something was wrong when you’d turned off not only your first, but also your second and third alarm, staying in bed longer than you usually allowed him to be when he was over. he knew you were an early bird - you’d complained more than once to him about waking up incredibly late, and when he asked you when you’d woken up you said 07:30 or so. so for you to still be in bed at this time was very untypical and kind of worrying. he didn’t want to pressure you, though, so he just stayed in bed with you, though at this point you weren’t really in each other’s arms anymore, mainly because you’d shuffled to turn off your alarms and he hadn’t known if you wanted him to hold you. he didn’t know if it was his place to do so - you’d been best friends for a while now and hadn’t been shy about physical contact right from the start, but he knew you didn’t feel the way about him as he did about you. he had confessed, somewhen months ago, and you had given him an apologetic smile as you told him that he was an amazing guy but you just weren’t in the headspace for a relationship right now. and that was fine, your friendship had resumed with barely any change (he’d become a bit more aware of how he interacted with you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable) and there’d never been any awkwardness. but in situations like this it was hard for him to know what to do, what you’d be comfortable with, what would be too much.

just as he had his thoughts you had yours, though yours were going in a whole other direction. you’d been trying to not let people see you were slipping again, but it got harder the worse you felt, and it was especially hard around mingi. you spent so much time together it was hard to keep your act up. it was hard to convince him that you’d already eaten, or that you had great food waiting for you at home, or that you felt a little sick so you didn’t want to. but you’d never told him about the underlying cause for your unwillingness to eat, so he didn’t double-check. maybe he should have. you were far from okay, but you didn’t want to worry him, so you didn’t tell him how you felt and what you were doing to yourself. no matter how much you would have needed him there for you, you knew that it wasn’t worth making him scared like that. he would be scared, definitely, he was a good friend, but just imagining the pained expression in his eyes if you ever told him had been enough to keep you from doing so. but today you felt weak, and disgusting, and you didn’t want anyone but mingi to ever see you again. he wasn’t even touching you at all, though, and you had no way to know that it was because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so instead you convinced yourself it was because he’d finally realised how abhorrent you looked. and no matter how much you tried you couldn’t stop yourself from crying, trying so hard to keep quiet, but the way your body shook gave you away. it was dry, violent sobs, and mingi sat up in panic.

“what’s wrong?” the first words either of you had spoken that morning.

you didn’t reply. you didn’t want to hear him confirm what you thought the problem was. but you couldn’t convince him you were fine either, not having the energy to do anything but sob more. he was really worried now. he’d never seen you cry like this. he’d never genuinely seen you cry at all. but he still had no idea what to do, so he just looked at you. should he stroke your hair? should he hug you? should he leave? there was no way for him to find out other than to just ask you directly.

“what do you need?”

his voice was soft now, deep and calm, and it made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t despise you. so you gathered every ounce of courage left in your body (it really wasn’t a lot) and asked him to hug you.

he immediately did as asked, not saying anything of value, mainly making calming sounds until you stopped shaking like that, finally having stopped crying.

“do you want to tell what’s wrong? you don’t have to.” he was worried and just wanted to know what had caused this, but more than that he wanted you to be comfortable.

you didn’t directly answer his question, instead apologising for something that had never even crossed his mind.

“i’m sorry i look like this. i’m sorry you have to be in public with me when i look like this.”

mingi damn near laughed as you said that, but stopped himself in consideration of the state you were currently in. he’d never even considered that you might feel this way - you’d always been nothing short of perfect to him, and his friends had on more than one occasion acknowledged how pretty you were, joking about how lucky he was to even be in the friendzone. but you did not seem to think the same way and he really didn’t know how to react, overwhelmed with the entire situation.

that didn’t help your insecurity at all, though, his silence seeming like confirmation to you. you grabbed the arm he’d wrapped around you when you asked him to and pushed it off you, having to face him for that but refusing to look him in the eyes.

“y/n, what’s wrong?”, he asked again. he knew he had fucked up somehow now, but he still had no idea how to make you feel better at all.

“don’t touch me. please. i don’t want you to feel…” you stopped, too ashamed to even say the words.

“to feel what?” he probed, carefully, wanting to know what the problem was but not wanting you to feel pressured.

“like… this”, you pointed at yourself as you spoke, “the fat and just… everything.”

you hadn’t looked at him even once as you said that, so you didn’t see the expression of shock on his face. the last thing he’d expected to hear from you was that you were scared you were fat when he was convinced that if he grabbed your wrist too hard he might break it. it made sense now, though, your behaviour. the way you’d never worn anything short or tight when you were in public, and how it had taken you several months to let even mingi see you in a t-shirt. the way you kept declining his food.

“you didn’t actually eat all those times you told me you weren’t hungry, did you?” it wasn’t an accusation, you knew it wasn’t. he was just asking. yet you felt like you’d been caught, you felt embarrassed to admit it.

“mingi…” you didn’t confirm it, but you didn’t deny it, and that made the answer obvious.

“i wish you’d told me.”

this surprised you. or, the way he said it did. he didn’t say ‘why didn’t you tell me’ or ‘you should have told me’, but ‘i wish you’d told me’. no blame at all. so you decided - subconsciously - that mingi could be trusted with this, that mingi was safe.

“you know i couldn’t. you’d worry.” again he doesn’t try to argue or convince you that of course you could have, instead pulling you into his chest and stroking your hair, trying to calm both you and himself.

“of course i worry.” he wanted to say more but didn’t know what. it felt like there were no right words for this situation, so he just didn’t say anything, focusing on holding on to you and trying to ignore just how small you were against him. not that you were that much shorter than him, but you just felt very small, and he cursed himself for not having realised there’s a problem earlier even though he’d been in this position with you countless times before.

the two of you laid there in silence for a while, him still stroking your head carefully. at this point he wasn’t sure if you were even still awake, but it didn’t matter. he wasn’t going to let go. still, it surprised him when you spoke up.

“mingi?” he hummed in response, and you went on. “can you please forget about this?” this was not what he’d expected you to say, and it almost made him angry that you’d even suggest that.

“i’m not going to. not until you’ve stopped.”

“it’s not that easy.” the resignation in your voice apparent.

“i’ll take care of you. it’ll be fine.”

for some reason, this filled you with rage. both the prospect of being babied and (mainly, if you were honest) the thought of having to stop living like this.

“i’m not a child! i can take care of myself!” you pushed against his chest as you said that, not being able to move him but shuffling backwards some yourself. and now mingi’s frustration came to the surface as well.

“you can’t! you’re killing yourself with this!”

“that’s not your problem!”

he watched you as you sat up, moving towards the foot end of the bed and getting off. or, trying to. as soon as you got up he noticed something was off, your arms were wailing slightly in the air, but that was your only movement. until your knees gave in. the argument was forgotten in that moment, all he cared about was making sure you were okay.

you felt his arms around you while your vision was still black. he pulled you into his lap, rocking you back and forth like a baby, his face pressed against your hair, whispering incomprehensible words against your skin. he was scared, and so were you.

“mingi…”

your voice sounded so weak it almost broke his heart. you were stammering, trying to figure out what it was you actually wanted to say, but you didn’t know. all you knew was that you were horrified. so you told him that.

“i’m scared, mingi. i’m scared that you’re right. that i won’t be able to stop until im…” you couldn’t say the last word, but he knew what you meant. until you were dead. he didn’t know what to say, though, just continuing to rock you back and forth.

“i don’t know how to stop. it’s not just ‘eat more and then you’re fine’. but people don’t understand. they try to make me eat all at once and then they say i don’t want to stop when i say i can’t. but it’s not that. it’s just overwhelming when there’s a whole plate and i’m supposed to eat it all and i know that if i won’t i failed but if i eat it all that’s only going to make it worse too because i wasn’t ready and it just feels like i can’t win. at least like this i know what to do.”

this was the first time you’d told someone how you felt. how scared you were. but you felt like you could trust mingi. like he’d understand, not the details of how you felt inside but just why it was so hard to get out of this. and he did.

“baby steps, then.” and, remembering your outburst earlier, he added: “if i can help. if you want me to.”

he smiled when he felt you nod. then, he gently slid you off his lap, only to pick you up right after and have you sit on the bed again.

“how baby does the step have to be right now?” it wasn’t even like he’d said anything extraordinarily funny, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“some juice.”

“to your service.” he saluted (he’d seen the way you smiled and was determined to make you smile again) before leaving to get you what you wanted, hearing your laughter from behind him as he did so and unable to stop himself from smiling as well. then, he returned with your juice, settling next to you as he watched you drink. once you were done he took the glass from you and put it on the sink and you sighed in feigned annoyance at his refusal to let you do anything by yourself. deep down, though, you thought it was sweet. you hadn’t realised just how much you’d wanted - needed - someone to take care of you. but here he was, doing so when you hadn’t even asked him to.

and it continued like this. mingi all but refused to leave you alone, staying over at your place more than he slept at his own, causing his friends to make teasing remarks. going from baby step to baby step. he didn’t pressure you into doing more than you were able to, ever - if you said you couldn’t then that meant you couldn’t. but he also didn’t let you get away with behaviour he knew was you purposefully trying to worsen your situation. even so, his scolding was always kind and caring, never harsh or blaming.

you’d reciprocated his feelings even when he first confessed, but everything that was going on in your life had made it impossible for you to tell him. you hadn’t been lying when you said you weren’t in the headspace for it, and you just hadn’t wanted to burden him with what he was now doing anyway. you didn’t want to be a charity project for your partner, you wanted to be a girlfriend. and the fear of him not treating you like that, no matter whether that happened on purpose or not, had made you turn him down. but the more time you spent with him the more you realised just how much you appreciated him, his silly jokes, his goofy grin, his presence. he made it hard to feel bad. so you kept spending time with him, and while both of you knew that he wouldn’t be able to fix you it helped to just have him there while you were trying to fix yourself. mingi gave you strength without even doing anything. however you were certain that, after all these months without so much as an attempt at making advances, any feelings he might have had for you had been nothing more than a small infatuation and that things would get awkward if you were to bring yours up now. so you did your best to hide them and mingi didn’t notice anything. his friends did, though.

after several unsuccessful attempts at trying to get mingi to confess (again), they decided it was time to attack you. yunho and seonghwa had been sent on this mission - yunho because he was closer to mingi than the others, and seonghwa because it hadn’t gone unnoticed that mingi was babying you, and while they didn’t know the reason it wasn’t hard to figure out that something was wrong, so they wanted to send the oldest just in case. they approached you, knowing that mingi would be busy for a while (hongjoong had messaged him, saying that he needed some help), and you knew you didn’t like whatever they had planned when you saw their expressions.

“i don’t trust those smiles”, you greeted them, wary.

“y/n.” yunho’s voice came out as more of a sing-song than a normal greeting, and it was now you were certain that you really didn’t like whatever they had planned for you.

“what do you want?” it wasn’t like you never spoke to mingi’s friends at all - you liked them and it seemed like they liked you, too, so you’d sometimes hang out with them as well when you met up with mingi -, but this was the first time they’d ever approached you when mingi wasn’t around.

noticing the suspicion in your voice, seonghwa decided that it might be better if he were the one to present their request to you.

“you’ve been spending a lot of time with mingi lately.”

“yes?” you didn’t know what he was getting at. of course you were spending a lot of time with mingi, he was your best friend?

“and you like him a lot”, he continued, waiting for your reply.

“he’s my best friend.”

“would you ever consider him as something different than just your best friend?”

okay, you didn’t like this. at all. what were they trying to do? did they know about your feelings? you decided to play clueless, just in case.

“how do you mean?”

by this point yunho had gotten tired of seonghwa’s guessing game and decided to tell you straight out what seonghwa had only hinted at.

“you like mingi. everyone knows.”

seonghwa sent him a glare that you were certain had the power to kill a man, but you were too shocked to say or do anything at all. everyone knew? did mingi..?

“mingi doesn’t”, seonghwa added as he saw your horrified expression.

“and he won’t believe us when we try to tell him you do”, yunho added.

“you told him?!”

it was time to plan your emigration. which country was the farthest away from south korea, geographically speaking? how hard would it be to get citizenship there? what did a house in the smallest, most unknown village there cost, on average? would you-

seonghwa interrupted.

“he’s convinced you still don’t like him back, so he refuses to make a move. which is why we approached you, now.”

“hold on. refuses to make a move?” this was too much too fast; you felt like your brain was getting thrown around in a washing machine, hitting the walls with a ‘donk’ whenever either of the boys said anything more.

your reply apparently confused them, yunho asked: “wait, i thought he’d confessed?” and you could see traces of uncertainty on seonghwa’s face as well.

“well, i mean, he did? but it’s been so long and he never brought it up again, so i just assumed it wasn’t a big deal.” really, you’d been convinced that he realised you weren’t good enough for him, but you weren’t about to tell the boys that.

“are you serious?” this seemed to be far from what yunho expected, judging by his tone of voice and expression. “he’s been giving you puppy eyes for ages now!”

“doesn’t he give everyone puppy eyes though?” you still weren’t convinced.

fearing that yunho would absolutely lose it from how oblivious you were seonghwa decided to speak up again.

“he tends to, but he only gives us puppy eyes when he wants something. with you, puppy eyes are on 24/7.”

“so what do you want?” even though you didn’t believe them about mingi’s feelings for you you decided that having them get to the point right away would spare you from even more embarrassment.

“we want to set you up”, yunho said bluntly, once more almost making your eyes pop from their sockets.

“it’s a little frustrating to see how both of you stare at each other longingly all the time but neither seems to notice that that’s what’s going on”, seonghwa elaborated, hoping to get your eyes to return to their anatomically appropriate size.

“do you have a plan or were you just coming to me with the thought ‘if we tell her mingi has feelings for her without providing any proof, maybe she’ll make a fool of herself and confess’?”

you didn’t mean to sound passive aggressive, but you realised that you did as soon as the words were out. lucky for you, though, the boys seemed to understand where you were coming from, and just nodded.

“we do have a plan, actually.” seonghwa was the one to reply, but you were looking at yunho upon whose face a mischievous smile had made its way.

“considering the way yunho is looking at me right now i don’t think i like that plan”, you tried to back out, but it was too late. you had implied your willingness to go along if a plan existed and they were determined to finally end mingi and you’s mutual pining.

“it’s a good plan!”, the reason for your concern defended himself. “you just have to play along.”

“shall you enlighten me, then, oh genius one?”

your words held some sharpness, but your voice softened the blow, showing that you were not as opposed to confessing at all as your words implied.

“okay so we were thinking…”

as they explained what they - together with the other five boys that were impossible to get rid of whenever you hung out with mingi at his place - had come up with you had to admit that maybe, just maybe, they weren’t going to send you on a suicide mission. you hated to say this, but their plan was actually good. so, after asking another four times if they were really absolutely completely 100% sure that mingi felt the same way about you as you did about him and after having them promise that you wouldn’t have to do anything other than being in the right place at the right time, you agreed.

they’d never told you when they were planning on making their masterplan become a reality, though. so when you, roughly two weeks later, saw that hongjoong had sent you a message during the night (which you saw while you were trying to turn your alarm off before mingi would wake up, so your base state was already one of mild panic), you got a bad case of nerves. you’d expected at least a little more time to mentally prepare. you got less than a day’s notice! but it didn’t seem like you had a choice, all you could do was accept your fate.

“y/n?” so much about trying not to wake up mingi. he scooted closer, pulling you back into his chest, almost making you drop your phone and hit your chin on the edge of the bed in the process.

“what time is it?” he was barely awake and you knew that he’d kill you if you told him that you’d woken him up at 5 in the morning just because you were too slow in turning your alarm off.

“if i say seven will you believe me?”, you tried, sounding more nervous than appropriate. but how couldn’t you be after seeing hongjoong’s message?

mingi just hummed in reply, the low ‘mmm’ turning into a laugh as he decently wrapped his arm around you. you felt yourself relax into his touch as you always did, and pushed the thought of what was to come to the back of your head. but unlike the giant behind you (who you were certain had re-entered the land of dreams in the span of five minutes) you were not able to fall asleep again. so while your next alarm came as a curse to mingi it came as a blessing to you.

“mingi, you need to wake up.” he mumbled something that sounded suspiciously much like ‘just five more minutes’ and you started laughing.

“you can have as many minutes as it takes me to get ready, that okay?”

he still didn’t seem pleased but released you from his embrace, making it possible for you to leave the bed to get ready. you didn’t particularly hurry, but when you got back it seemed like mingi hadn’t moved at all.

“time’s over!”

no reply. had he fallen asleep again? you moved closer to check, leaning onto the mattress with one hand as you tried to shake him awake with the other. he wasn’t asleep, though, as you had to find out when he pulled your arm out from under you and causing you to fall onto the bed, which he took as his opportunity to trap you in his arms again.

“why are you so horrible!” he knew you didn’t mean this, your laughter giving you away.

“it’s in the job description”, he simply replied, though he was laughing as well.

“can i fire you?”

“you wouldn’t. who’s going to baby you if you kick me out?”

“touché.”

it continued like that the entire morning, bickering about every single thing up until you had to part ways to go to class. and as soon as you did so your anxiety returned. the boys had asked you for your weekly class schedule, and you assumed they’d done the same with mingi if they hadn’t already memorised it, and hongjoong’s message had made it clear that they’d put their plan into action after your classes today. so it was near impossible for you to concentrate, instead worrying about how mingi would react.

it was both a relief and a cause for panic when your last class ended. soon you’d no longer have to worry but up until then your worry increased exponentially with every second that passed. yunho was waiting for you, a massive grin on his face as he told you to follow him.

“at least one of us’s excited.”

he rolled his eyes, turning around to make sure you saw. he didn’t give you a snarky remark, though - honestly, he could understand you. it was easy for him to be excited when he knew it was going to work out, but you didn’t have that certainty. even though you should, in his humble opinion.

unlike you, mingi had absolutely no idea what was awaiting him. so when his entire friend group (minus yunho, who was busy dragging you along without any consideration for the difference in leg length and the resulting difference in walking speed, and seonghwa, who was waiting at the final destination) stood in front of his classroom, he knew something was up. and he started to get incredibly nervous when they told him to come along while refusing to tell him why. but he did as asked (or ordered to - it didn’t feel like he had much of a choice), following them with no idea about the destination.

both you and him were surprised to see that you’d been taken to mingi and the boys’ shared apartment. mingi because really, that’s what you acted like this for?, and you because this had not been part of the plan. mingi arrived first, with yunho and you coming in shortly after. when you saw everyone gathered in their living room you sent glances from yunho to seonghwa to mingi to seonghwa to hongjoong, your gaze darting around aimlessly until wooyoung decided to speak up.

“dear guests, we have gathered here today to make these two clueless idiots stop acting like annoying teenagers. thank you.”

the boys couldn’t suppress a laugh as the orator walked towards mingi, handing him an envelope, seonghwa mirroring his actions and giving an identical one to you.

“what’s going on?” mingi seemed at least as confused as you were, and you appreciated his question. you, too, wanted to figure out what on earth was happening right now.

“you’ll see.” wooyoung was enjoying this situation too much for your liking.

“we’ll go get lunch now”, seonghwa informed you, and with those words the seven devils left you and mingi alone in awkward silence.

“what’s the envelope for?”, you asked after a minute of painful avoidance of eye contact and refusal to move.

“no idea. should we check?”

you nodded, glad to finally have something to do, hoping the tension would lessen once you knew what this was about. but you were a lot less glad as you saw what they had put into the mysterious envelope. it was a print of someone’s chat history with mingi (one of the boys, you assumed), where they were talking about how mingi should confess to you because it was starting to get frustrating to watch your mutual pining, to which the alleged piner said that he wouldn’t because you definitely didn’t feel the same way and he didn’t want to ruin your friendship. this was nice, this you were glad to read, getting confirmation that he reciprocated still. what wasn’t nice was the realisation that you had had a similar conversation with seonghwa, over chat, and that mingi was most likely staring at the printed counterpart to his indirect confession.

“please tell me they didn’t put in yours what they put in mine.”

he had no idea how to best describe the emotion in your voice, but he was certain it was the exact same one he was feeling right now as he realised just what their plan had been.

“i’m certainly not looking at cat pictures”, he attempted to joke, and you groaned in response, turning away from him because really, this was embarrassing as shit.

“anyway, it was nice knowing you, i’ll be taking the next flight that takes me away from here”, you told him while walking towards the door, but he stopped you, quickly moving to block your way.

“i can pretend i didn’t read this if you pretend you didn’t read it either”, he offered with an awkward smile, still not moving away.

“nope, sorry, too embarrassing, i’ll never be able to look you in the eyes after this.”

“you act like you’re the only one who’s been exposed.”

if this wasn’t mingi you’d be scared that he was angry at you for making it seem like this was all about you and your feelings, but this was mingi, and you knew he was just trying to make you feel better.

“it’s not the same!”, you defended yourself. “you’ve said this before so it’s not embarrassing, and you’re way out of my league so i’m lucky if there’s even the slightest chance you might like me while me thinking you might actually still like me is just embarrassing.”

“wha- it’s not! i’m not! i’ve been”, he checked the chat for the term seonghwa had used in his message, “giving you puppy eyes forever!”

you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at this, him looking at the paper like he’d forgotten his lines, and any tension that had been between you quickly subsided.

“no but for real, this is embarrassing”, you said after you’d calmed down enough to form full sentences again.

“i can’t believe they did this”, mingi agreed, though he was smiling.

“they didn’t tell me this was their plan!”

he laughed at how appalled you sounded before double checking something you said.

“you knew they had a plan?”

“kind of”, you admitted. “but it definitely wasn’t this. they told me they’d planned something cute! not something embarrassing.”

“what do you mean?”, though it was slowly starting to dawn on him.

“seonghwa and yunho kind of convinced me to confess, but i didn’t expect them to be this ruthless!” the more you thought about it the more embarrassed you got.

“my offer still stands”, he said, making you look up at him in surprise.

“i can still pretend i didn’t see this and you can do whatever you were planning to.” the smile on his face was impossible to miss, but you had to let him down.

“no, it’s too embarrassing now”, you whined and your best friend couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“don’t laugh at me!”, you scolded, lightly hitting his arm.

“can i do it then?”, he said hurriedly, and now it was him who couldn’t look you in the eyes. you were certain he’d said something embarrassing based on his reaction, but you were still too caught up in your own shame to realise what he was talking about.

“what do you mean?”

“you know… confess.” the last word was barely above a whisper, but you heard him regardless, and his reply took you by surprise.

“if you want to?” you tried to play it cool but your heart was racing at the prospect of his possible next words.

“alright.”

he cleared his throat before looking at you, but as soon as he started speaking his gaze went from your eyes to your forehead, knowing it’d be impossible to say what he wanted to if he was looking into your eyes the whole time.

“you know i’ve like… said this before, right? that i kinda like you. or, not kinda. but you know. and you said you weren’t in the position to…”, he stopped to find a wording that would get his point across without being too embarrassing, “do anything about it? yeah. and that’s fine and i never brought it up again because you said that and it really didn’t seem like your position had improved lately”, you grabbed your own hand at the memory of how you’d almost fainted right in front of him, “so i didn’t think that you’d want me to say anything. but it’s not changed. how i feel, i mean. so…”

he stopped talking, finally daring to look you in the eyes again but immediately moving his gaze away again and biting his lip. you were waiting for him to say more, felt that he wasn’t done yet, but he remained silent.

“you were right, this is embarrassing”, he finally said, a short, forced laugh accompanying his words.

“would it be less embarrassing if i told you i only turned you down because i didn’t want you to have to deal with all this? you know, my… position.” now it was your turn to look away as you elaborated.

“i knew you’d worry and i knew you’d care and i didn’t want to have to tell you. but it would’ve felt wrong to keep it secret if i hadn’t turned you down. but now you know anyway. so i guess i don’t have a reason to turn you down now?” you laughed awkwardly. why was talking about feelings so hard and weird?

“so are you going to accept my hand in boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?” he held out his hand as he pretended he was joking, but you knew he was serious. still, it made you laugh, genuinely this time.

“why are you so awful?”, you asked, smiling up at him who was staring down at you anxiously until you grabbed his hand. “but i want to know the terms and conditions.”

“you accept?” he really really wanted to be sure, and when you nodded the brightest smile he’d ever given you lit up his face.

“first, you have to accept that i’ll introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend now. objections?”

you pretended to think, teasing him with a long ‘hmmm…’ and a melodramatic thinking pose before you smiled at him and said: “i can deal with that. anything else?”

“nothing i can think of. for now”, it was his turn to tease you now. “except…”

you looked at him questioningly and found him avoiding your eyes again.

“except?”

“if it’s fine with you i kinda want to kiss you.” his voice got more quiet again as he said those last words, and you wondered if he’d always been this adorable or if this was a recent development.

“go ahead.”

it surprised you that you were able to get that out as relaxed as you did when your insides felt tangled up, like someone was doing acrobatics in your stomach. but that thought quickly faded into nothingness when mingi leaned in, slowly as if he was trying to see if you were actually serious about it, before kissing you.

as soon as his lips touched yours it felt like things had finally fallen into place. you gave his hand (which you were still holding from his awkward proposal earlier) a firm squeeze and you could feel him smile against you which made you smile as well. you just stood there, kissing and smiling and being comfortable, and everything felt right.

that was, until someone opened the door. or tried to, rather - you and mingi were still standing in front of it from when he had prevented your embarrassment-motivated emigration earlier. it bumped against mingi’s back and yeosang’s head could be seen peeking into the apartment.

“we should’ve taken a little longer. they’re doing pg-rated things”, he informed the others, who were without a doubt waiting right behind him and curious to see if their plan had worked. embarrassed, you moved away from your now boyfriend, who followed suit to allow his friends to actually enter the apartment.

“i told you it would work!”

wooyoung seemed triumphant, and you soon knew why when he looked at yeosang and told him: “you owe me fried chicken now.”

“so this was your plan?”, you asked innocently, and he was too excited about the free meal that was to come to notice the look in your eyes.

“it was!”

“i’m gonna kill you.”

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Love Me Not (Part 2)

Theme; Angst...Very Angst.

Warnings; Heartbreak, Saddness. Super Low Self-Esteem. Abuse & Toxic Relationship. Mention of sex.

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“Congratulations you have been accepted to attended the University of Seoul. We cannot wait to see you and become part of our campus.”

You looked down at the paper in your hand. You couldn’t believe it you got accepted into the biggest university in Korea. You remember you were so excited to tell Jimin about your application but now you couldn’t share the happiest moment. You felt proud of yourself it was hard to get into the school but you manage to get accepted. Maybe this was your new beginning to be happy.

The day had finally arrived and you got ready for your first day at school. You were excited and nervous but mostly happy. You made your way around the campus trying to figure out your schedule. When somebody bump into you.

“Seriously you again!” You remember that voice like it was just yesterday it was screaming at you at the park.

“I’m sorry but you bumped into me” you told him in a quite voice. “Did I fucking ask you?” He stepped closer to you.

You looked down at your hands scared to say anything else. You didn’t want a repeat of last time.

“You know you still owe me for ruining my jacket last time” He was standing so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face.

“I’ll pay you for the dry cleaning” you tried stepping away but we’re stuck between the wall and his body.

“Nah, I have a better way for you to pay me. You know your not that bad looking when your not cover in coffee. From now on you’re my girl, got it. You do everything I tell you to do. If you don’t then I guess they would be some consequences” he told you feeling his hands on your waist.

“I’m sorry but I just got out of a relationship and I’m not ready for another one. I can pay you instead.” This guy had danger all over his face, he didn’t give you a good vibe. And besides that a relationship was the last thing you wanted at the moment. Moving on from Jimin wasn’t easy, he was your longest relationship somebody that showed you that happily ever after did exist. Maybe not for you but for everybody else.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want. I’m the head of the school, you wouldn’t want people to start talking about you. Would you?” He asked you with a smirk on his face.

The last thing you wanted was drama, you just wanted to lay low, finish your first year and be able to move on with your life. He wasn’t kidding you know he would make your life living hell. Maybe this can help you move on from Jimin. I mean he did move on from you rather quickly and this might not be the ideal relationship but it was something.

You were desperate to stop hurting, to stop yearning for Jimin to come back and tell you he loves you. You were tired of crying yourself to sleep at night because all you could think about was how Jimin was kissing and doing everything he did with you with her.

“Okay” You whispered.

“Glad we are on the same page baby” he said letting you go. You could breath again.

You walked towards your locker pulling your books out for your class when you looked to your right and saw the girl that was dating Jimin.

“What is she doing here?” You asked yourself.

She looked up at you and smile. “Hello Im Yuri, nice to meet you! Are you new here?” She asked you smiling at you so kindly.

“Umm yea today is my first day.”

“Oh goodie. You’re gonna love it. This is my last year.” She told you closing her locker giving you her ful attention.

“Oh really? What are you studying for?” You asked curiously.

“Business. I’m actually an intern at BigHit just started working there a few months ago.” There it was you knew it was her Jimin was dating. You gave her a fake smile and closed your locker saying goodbye to her making you way to class. Your first day and you already hate it.

School was finally over and you were at your locker when someone slam their body next your locker. “Hey baby” you heard Jake say give you a kiss on the cheek.

You felt yourself crinch a the feeling, it was nothing compare to Jimin’s kisses. “Stop thinking about him” you mentally smacked yourself.

“Let’s go the boys are waiting and I hate being late” he said closing your locker before you could finish and pulling you away rather harshly.

You saw Yuri talking on the phone, while having a huge smile on her face. You saw her jump from joy and that’s when you saw him. Waiting for her at the end of the gate. He looked so happy to see her. You felt your heart breaking you didn’t think it could break anymore than it already was. You missed him terribly and seeing him happy was just so heartbreaking.

“Hey stupid! I’m talking to you!” You heard Jake said smacking you on the head.

“I’m sorry. I was lost in thought”

“I honestly don’t know what could you possible be thinking about. You seem pretty stupid to me” Jake didn’t care about your feelings and to be honest with everything going on you felt like you deserved it for not being good enough. This is the only type of relationship you deserved to be in.

You couldn’t stop looking at Jimin and Yuri. You had to admit they were perfect for each other. Yuri was beautiful from head to toe, she was kind and had a wonderful personality. She was the perfect fit for Jimin. You loved everything about Jimin. Jimin was a whole package deal, he had an amazing personality, the cutest smile, he was drop dead handsome. He was an amazing dancer and singer. You couldn’t think of anything wrong with him. He was perfect and you could tell so was Yuri.

When you started dating Jimin it surprised you that a guy like him would even give you a chance. You were so normal so boring, why would he would give you the time of day. But Jimin proved to you that you were enough even if at the end you ended up getting hurt. You sigh getting pulled out of your thoughts when Jake and his friends laughed about something you were clearly not paying attention too. But their loud laughs grabbed the attention of the people walking by even Jimin.

You quickly looked away when you saw Jimin give you a confused look. “Hey babe, lets get out of here. What do you say we go back to your place?” Jake said pulling you harshly by your wrist. You could already feel a bruise coming.

“Oh umm maybe another time. I have tons of homework and I want to get it done before tomorrow” You lied. You didn’t want to risk being alone with him.

“Oh come on baby! Maybe I can help you with some of that homework.”

“No really It’s okay.” You said trying to get out of his hold.

“Maybe you didn’t understand what I’m trying to say. But I’m coming over to help you with your homework” Jake said with through his gritted teeth.

“Oh okay” you felt the pain in your wrist. Trying to mask the pain but failed miserably. Jake said goodbye to his friends and start walking towards his car you following like a lost puppy behind him.

You noticed Jimin was still staring at you, you quickly looked down at your feet and walked faster.

Jimin recognized the guy, he couldn’t forget the face of the low life who dare put hands on a woman, nether less you. But his couldn’t stop thinking why you were with him in the first place. He was pulled out of his thought when Yuri called out for him starting to walk away towards his car but not before sparing you a second glance. You face had some many emotions but the one that stood out the most was sadness.

You were back in your apartment, instead of doing homework Jake had other plans. You were in the shower trying to scrub off his scent, his touch everything out of your body. He was nowhere near as gentle as Jimin. Jimin was soft and gentle unless you wanted otherwise while Jake was rough and only care about himself not giving you the attention your body needed.

After what felt like hours your got out of the shower and just threw on one of Jimin’s old shirt that he left behind. It still smelled like him, hugging yourself feeling safe.

You stared at the wall infront of you wondering what you did to deserve this. Why couldn’t you be happy? You kept thinking of everything that was wrong with you. That is why Jimin left you.

That was all that was going through your mind.

The doorbell went off pulling you out of your thoughts. Walking rather slowly towards the door you opened it not bothering to ask who it was. What else could go wrong that night.

You were shocked to see a very out of breath Jimin on the other side of the door.

“Jimin what are you doing here?” You questioned.

Jimin took a while to answer you taking in how you looked. He noticed the bruises on your neck and your arms. He felt angry but only because he still cared about you... right?

“Can I come in?”

“Oh umm sure.” You moved away from the door to let him in closing it behind him. Making your way towards the living room. Sitting down on the couch him following your steps. This brought you back memories and not the good ones.

“Why are you here?” You asked.

“Why were you with that guy? Wasn’t he the same guy you bumped into at the park?” Jimin asked giving you a confused look.

“Oh jake? Yea he is umm my boyfriend?” You said looking down at your hands to scared to see Jimin’a reaction.

“Im sorry Your what?” He almost yelled.

Part 3 coming soon🦋

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buckthegrump · 5 years

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one stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days

Summary: Bucky has a penpal.

Word Count: 3.4k+

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of death,

A/n: this does take place in the 40′s but like reader could be POC if y’all catch my drift also this is for @writingbychelle ‘s writing challenge prompt is bolded

“I ship out tomorrow ya know,” Bucky said as he leaned against the trunk of the tree deep in the forest. He had decided that it was their spot, a place where they could be in public without really being in public. Hiding in plain sight, or so it goes.

“So you’ve said,” Y/n said. She picked up a small twig and twirled it around in her hand. “Is there a point to your ramblings? Or do you think that my memory is so short that you need to remind me every ten seconds?”

“My point is, I’ve heard that it’s awfully boring the downtime. Unless someone, such as yourself, were to provide me with something that should entertain me.”

She scoffed at him and put the stick back down. “Oh, go fuck yourself.”

“That is not what I meant,” he said sighing but he still had a smile on his face.

“Ok, Barnes, what did you mean then?” She turned to him.

“Write me, please,” Bucky pleaded. “You are the only person I will really want to hear from.”

“And what about Steve? Your family and sisters?” Y/n spun around and walked away from him, knowing he wasn’t far behind.

“Well, of course, hearing from my family and Steve is a given,” he slipped in front of her and stopped making her stop as well, “But it doesn’t sound quite as good when I add so many people does it?”

“You truly are a ladies man aren’t you?” She raised her eyebrows and took a step only for Bucky to stop in front of her again.

“The only lady’s man I care to be is yours,” Bucky said.

She stared at him surprised by the commitment implied by his words. She smiled sadly at him.

“Barnes, you and I -” she began.

“You worry too much about what people think,” he whispered.

“It’s not what they think that scares me, Mr. Barnes,” she looked around terrified that someone would venture this deep into the park, “but rather what they do when they don’t like when someone is different than they are.”

“And that’s the beauty of letters, no one can tell you what’s different,” Bucky said. “And hopefully in the future things will be different.”

“That future seems to be a long ways away,” she said and looked down at the ground.

“I’m just asking you to write me, nothing more,” he said.

Y/n lifted her chin and looked at him. “I suppose I could find time to write you a letter or two.”

“Nothing would make me happier.” Bucky smiled at her in such a way that earned him the smallest of smiles in return.

* * *

James Barnes,

I hope you’re happy. I told you I would write a letter and here I am. Taking time out of my day to write you a letter. Things here are just as they always are. I hope this letter finds you well. I’m sorry to say that I started writing this letter only to realize that I haven’t got much to say. So I shall end the letter here. Sorry I couldn’t entertain you in the way that you’d hoped.

Best wishes,

Y/n L/n

P.S. Steve is well, although if he says that he hasn’t gotten into another fight since you left. He’s lying. He got into one the other day. He’s fine, and I cannot believe I’m writing this but you should see the other guy. Anyway, bye again.

Bucky folded up the piece of paper carefully and placed it in his bag that was under his bed. He pulled out his paper and pen.

“What are you smiling at Barnes?” One of the men in his unit, Smith, asked from his bunk.

Bucky continued to write but tried to repress his smile.

“Nothing,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, right!” Private Davis said. “Who’s the dame?”

“Leave ‘im alone,” Fraizer said sitting on Bucky’s bunk. “But it is someone from back home?”

“I’m trying to write something, can I please get some quiet?” Bucky asked.

“Fine, fine,” Frazier waved him off and got off the bunk. “But make it quick.”

* * *

Y/n open the mailbox and immediately saw the envelope and her breath got caught in her throat.

She threw the rest of the mail on the table in the entryway and took her one piece of mail and ran to her room.

“And just where are you going in such a hurry?” Her mother yelled after her.

“My room!” She said and slammed the door behind her.

“Y/n! Don’t you go slammin’ no doors!” Her mother yelled.

“Sorry, Ma!” Y/n yelled back with a grimace.

She jumped on her bed and opened the letter.

Dear Y/n,

There are a few things I would like to address from your letter. Number one, I am overjoyed that you wrote me. You don’t know just how happy it made me. Number two, I could never not be entertained by what you have to say. I don’t mind your ramblings so much.

I feel I should tell you though, all the other boys teased me relentlessly over the smile that I couldn’t wipe off my face no matter how hard I tried after I read your letter. But I fear that you will find some sort of joy in the idea of me being teased.

So Steve really got into a fight? And actually landed a few punches? That might be the most surprising thing I’ve ever read.

Yours truly,

Bucky

P.S. Didn’t anyone tell you that you should open a letter with ‘dear’?

She pressed the letter to her chest before placing it in the drawer of her bedside table. After grabbing everything she would need, she rolled onto her stomach and drafted her next letter.

* * *

“Oooo,” Smith teased holding up an envelope. “Looks like Barnes has got another letter!”

Bucky snatched the letter out of his hand and glared at the younger man. “Fuck off, you piece of shit!”

“You kiss your mama with that mouth?” Davis gasped.

“I fucking hate all of you,” Bucky muttered, he grabbed his notebook and pen before leaving the tent.

It was one of the rare occasions that the weather was nice and Bucky didn’t feel the need to stick around his unit if they were just going to make fun of him.

He found a semi-secluded area and sat down.

Dear James, (happy?)

Had I known that you were so easily entertained I might not have wasted so much energy in worrying over the lack of content in my last letter. As for your second point, you seem to forget about all the times you found creative ways to get me to stop talking when I was rambling.

And no, Steve didn’t land any punches. I was only joshin’ ya. But Steve did get into another fight but he held his own ok. He’s getting tiresome waiting around while all the other boys get their assignments. He misses you. And I know you’re going to tell me to tell him that he should be happy he is the only eligible man in the area. But not many will give him the time of day. And it’s not like there’s much room for our social circles to overlap so I can’t invite him out with my friends.

I don’t mean to worry you, and I know that you will worry no matter what I say, I just thought you should know the truth so that you don’t read one of his letters and worry even more when all he ever tells you is how good he’s got it.

As for the boys in your unit, I do take a small joy in knowing that you aren’t going to come home with a big head. I hope they continue their teasing, someone has to make sure you stay grounded in my absence.

It’s odd not seeing you. I miss you, but don’t let that get to your head.

Come home soon,

Y/n

P.S. Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to only talk about yourself without asking how the other person is doing?

* * *

Y/n was walking down the street. An unopened letter in her bag. She was on the wrong side of town for her, but she had to see Steve. The trek to his apartment was unusually quiet. She supposed she had the war to thank for that.

Not that she liked the war in any way. She just found it refreshing to walk around and not have to continuously fear for her safety.

“Y/n,” Steve greeted when she finally got to his place.

“You do realize that if you don’t write him and I stop mentioning you, he’ll get suspicious. And you cannot write him from boot camp.” She bounced on the toes of her feet. “I still cannot believe that you actually got into boot camp in the first place.”

“Y/n, I’m begging you. Cover for me, tell him that I’ve fallen ill or something -”

“Oh, yes, because that will put his mind at ease. Great idea Steve,” she rolled her eyes.

“Just find something?” Steve begged again. “I can’t sit around here and do nothing while Bucky and other men lay down their lives.”

She huffed and glared at him. “Fine, but when he comes home I will throw you under the bus.”

She turned back towards the stairs and began her descent.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Steve called after her.

“You owe me big time, Rogers.”

* * *

Dear Y/n, (yes very happy thank you)

I’m glad my misery has brought you joy. Damn, I miss your smile. And your laugh, I know you always say that you don’t have much to laugh about but anytime I got you to smile brought me a sense of pride. Also, I didn’t hear much complaining when I interrupted you. Besides, as much as I like listening to you talk, I enjoy kissing you more.

Thank you for being honest with me about Steve. And I should’ve guessed that he hadn’t gotten any good punches in.

And I’m sorry for coming off as rude. How are things with you? I hope that you aren’t getting into too much trouble. And tell your ma that I miss her food. Everything they feed us here doesn’t taste like anything. If we’re lucky we get salt to ‘season’ our food with.

I’m sorry this letter is so short I’m writing it in secret so that I don’t get made fun of again and I can hear them looking for me.

I miss you too.

With love,

Bucky

P.S. How many times to I have to tell you? Call me Bucky.

* * *

Bucky,

You can either have ‘dear’ or ‘Bucky’ you don’t get both so make up your mind. But I thought you liked it when I called you James?

Things here are good. Ma says that the second you get back your to come over and eat some real food. I suspect that she will also want to talk to you about something, but I can’t figure out what about.

You assume that I enjoy kissing you as much as you do me. I do but that

I don’t mind a short letter James, as long as I get to hear from you.

You signed the last letter with love. Did you mean it?

My best,

Y/n

P.S. Steve hasn’t gotten into any trouble so far as I know. Promise

* * *

Y/n, (two can play at this game)

A compromise, when you refer to me as Bucky no dear necessary but when you write to James, you must add some sort of affection to it.

I actually have an assignment tomorrow, and I know you won’t get this letter until after but I know what you would say if you were here. You’d tell me to be careful. I will have you know that I am always careful. Or do I have to remind you that I’m not the one who constantly is getting into fights?

And yes, I meant it. I do love you. The war will be over soon and then I will go home to you and we can finally have the life we deserve and if you truly feel we won’t find that in New York I will happily run to distant lands for you.

Your ma loves me, I don’t know why you continue to be surprised by this.

Anyway, I will send you again soon and cannot wait to hear back from you.

All my love,

Bucky

* * *

Y/n sent him another letter, a short one detailing how things were going at work, but when it took longer than normal to respond she feared the worst. It had been about two months since she last heard from him and she hadn’t heard from Steve either. She knew where Captain America was, he was plastered on every poster across town, it would be hard to miss him.

She still couldn’t get over his growth spurt though, she wondered if Bucky knew. Probably not because Bucky would’ve found a way to get back here just to kick Steve’s ass.

It was two weeks after Steve had gone across the seas to visit the soldiers when she heard from Bucky again.

Dearest Y/n,

I cannot apologize enough for not responding sooner. I was indisposed and couldn’t find any time to write. I’m sorry if I worried you at all but I’m back.

I’m glad things are going well at work and I hope nothing too drastic has changed since your last letter.

Although, I find it funny that you failed to mention in all of your writings that Steve not only grew but is now a superhero? Like from comic books? Because I know that you knew he went off and did something stupid. I thought you loved me.

Respectfully,

Bucky

P.s. I’m not really mad

* * *

Bucky, (I stand by my you can only have one)

Well, I didn’t know he left to become a superhero but ok I didn’t tell you he’d enlisted and actually been shipped off to boot camp.

If I had told you, you would’ve been distracted and I want you to come home. And clearly, you found him so now the two of you can look after each other.

And as long as you’re ok, I’m ok.

I hope that you are not lying to me about your well being because Steve may lie to you but he won’t lie to me.

All my love,

Y/n

Bucky stared at the letter. ‘All my love’, Bucky knew that she liked him but she had restrained from using language as strong as ‘love’. He had been keeping himself from writing the next letter but he could no longer justify not writing it.

* * *

She didn’t find it odd that he hadn’t responded although, it had only been a week and he’d gone longer than this before.

So she went about her day to day life. It wasn’t until she got an unexpected visitor when she began to worry.

There was an urgent knock at her door and when Y/n opened it Becca Barnes was standing there. Y/n knew something was wrong before Becca could even open her mouth.

“Becca, what’s wrong?” She asked. Although she could probably guess. Nevertheless, she hoped she was wrong. That Becca was having boy troubles and just needed an opinion on what to do.

Becca released a shaky breath not looking away from Y/n. “It’s Bucky.”

“Did he -?” She couldn’t bring herself to finish her question.

“He’s dead, Y/n,” Becca said tearfully, “I’m sorry.”

Y/n leaned her body weight against the doorway unable to keep herself upright without extra support. Becca was still talking but she barely made out what was said until the end, when Becca handed Y/n a box.

“These are things I think you should have, I’m really very sorry,” Becca said. Y/n pulled her in for a hug. “He really loved you.”

* * *

It was a few weeks before she opened the box. After the funeral, after countless nights crying into her pillow, after forgetting only to remember moments later that she would never speak to him again.

She sat on her bed just as the sun was beginning to rise. Her hands trembled as she removed the lid and caressed the contents. There were a few trinkets that she recognized. There was a letter addressed to her sitting on top of everything.

She almost didn’t want to read it. Because once she had that was it, she would have no new interactions with Bucky. They would never know what would’ve been.

Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the envelope.

Y/n, my love,

This war seems to be never-ending. I miss my home. I miss a bed that doesn’t feel like rocks. I miss you.

I’m not sure what I will do once I get back, job-wise. What does a veteran do after he’s served in the war? That is about the only thing I’m uncertain of though.

I do have plans for other things. Specifically you and me. Don’t think that I don’t plan on asking you to marry me, because I do I just thought I would give you a warning so it doesn’t come as quite a shock. And if you say yes, I will buy you a house, or we could live in the city if you prefer.

Honestly, as long as I have you nothing scares me.

I probably shouldn’t have told you that I plan to propose when I get back, but you know me always jumping the gun on something.

Forever yours,

Bucky

P.S. I’m not sure if I want you to respond to the proposal thing or not, so if you decided to do so please be gentle

She laid her head down on her pillow and stared at the ceiling, unmoving until she finally fell asleep.

* * *

2023

Bucky hadn’t even dared to dream that he would find someone from his past still alive. But when Sam mentioned that his sister, Becca, was still alive he didn’t waste any time in finding her.

They sat on Becca’s porch and Bucky listened to her tales from her life and the adventures she went on. She tried to apologize for believing Bucky to be dead up until just recently but Bucky insisted that it wasn’t her fault and even if she’d known there was nothing she could have done to change what happened to him.

Near the end of their visit, before Becca made Bucky promise to come back and spend more time with her, which of course he would, she gave him a box.

“I was holding on to this but now that you’re here, I think you should have it,” she said not giving him any context as to what was in the box.

When he got back to the apartment he was currently sharing with Sam, a temporary situation because Bucky wasn’t sure how much more he could handle, he sat in his room and opened the box.

Laying on top of everything was a note addressed to him.

My dearest, James,

I have been putting off writing this letter for a while now, but now seems as good a time as any to do so. It felt odd not writing you back like there was so much left unsaid, unfinished.

For clarity’s sake, I think you should know that I would’ve said yes. Without hesitation, my answer to your question would’ve been yes. And I think we would’ve done well in the country, somewhere upstate. Closer to the city so we wouldn’t have to deal with small-town mentality, but I’ve always wanted a house with a porch.

And whatever job you wanted, I would’ve supported you.

It’s been years since I got your letter and people are telling me to move on. But I cannot find the strength, not that it matters anymore. I’m not sure if anyone has told you but I’m sick. Terminally so.

I’m actually relieved, this means I won’t have my friends and family telling me that I should find someone new because I don’t think I’d be able to. No one could ever live up to you in my eyes.

That and I will get to see you again.

I will see you soon my love.

Love always,

Y/n

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x Female Reader #michelles2kwritingchallenge

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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hi💕 did you get my ask yesterday? anyway it’s okay if you didn’t, i just got another idea because i’m feeling shitty today, what about chris and you liking each other but you don’t want to say anything because you don’t feel worthy of him so when he insinuates you just dismiss him and he thinks you don’t like him like super angsty but happy ending?

This one was fun, I hope I got that bit of angsty feel to it, while keeping it light hearted. If he ever told me he had feelings for me, I would be all adkfjakldfjqier HOT MESS. Lol. If you like this kind of theme, @jtargaryen18 has a great chapter one with this feel called Jealous Guy with Chris x Reader. Its so good!

You looked at Chris as you popped open his fridge, and stuck your head in. “Buddy, if you are out of beer before this bbq even begins, can we even call it a bbq?” Straightening and looking at the thread bare shelves, you arch a brow. Did he even eat?

“Its out in the garage Y/N, trust me I know better then not to have beer.” He rolls his eyes at you, making burger patties and setting them on a platter, a splash of Worcester sauce, salt, pepper. Yea good enough. You make your way to the garage through the kitchens side door and grab two bottles. Okay, thats better. He had a full fridge in the garage, as well as the extras to bring out into the back yard when they go to set up.

Going back in, you make sure the door is firmly shut, outside was sweltering already, and you considered the idea that you all maybe should have extra ice on hand. “Yes I got plenty of ice to” Chris says with a grin as he rips off some saran wrap and covers the burgers before handing you the platter to place into his fridge.

“I promise, I only asked you here to hang out. I got all the rest covered." Chris moved to wash his hands and you hip check the fridge shut.

"Okay! Okay! I give! I'm here.... Only as a guest...."

He paused, knowing it was coming.

".... Who feels like she should help you get ready."

That earned you a hand towel being chucked at you, the two of you laughing as you both headed out to his patio, calling Dodger to join you two, and Chris snagged his sunglasses while waiting for his pup to join you two.

The two of you has been best friends for many years, it was an easy going, no expectation kinda deal. There we're times, you wanted to take it further, you knew those little over the top things he did privately for his girlfriend's, after all you had helped him brainstorm a few of them. But they were never for you, always the best friend, you weren't complaining. You valued this, but you wondered what it could have been like.

You were out of his league anyways, you knew that, he knew that. Life is what it is. These were your thoughts on the subject.

But the past year he pulled back from that scene. Seemed to focus on himself, what he wanted to accomplish after his Marvel stint. You had asked him a couple times if he was seeing anyone. Chris would just kind of shrug, become elusive in his answers. "He, I'm to busy"

Somehow you would never catch his glance your way when you would go back to what you were doing. He was not to busy, he was conflicted.

You were his best friend. He didn't want to ruin one of his most valued relationships by asking for more. Even if it could be the best thing in his life.

"When's everyone supposed to get here?" You ask, as you move over to sit on the edge of his in ground pool. Kicking off your flip flops and lowering to dip your toes in, and sinking your leg in as you sat down, careful with the glass bottle. He loped over next to you, already barefoot, he lowered next to you and took a drag before he set it next to yours.

"Couple hours yet, although Scott and Zach will probably be by sooner."

"They are so damn cute" you remarked, having just met Scotts boyfriend a few weeks ago when you were invited to a party they were throwing

Chris chuckled softly, watching Dodger on the other side of the pool, rubbing himself in the freshly cut grass, staining his white fur green. "They really are, and Scotts so happy, probably the happiest ive seen him in a long time." You picked up on that wistful note, glancing over at him and let your shoulder nudge him. "Did I just hear a note of longing Christopher, Mr. I like being a bachelor?"

You were only teasing, but he looked thoughtful at you, blue eyes scanning over your face, and you felt that all familiar tingle flushing the tops of your cheeks. Damn it y/n, check yourself woman.

"Well maybe, yea. I would like something more then the occasional fling, and just sex. But I'm not sure she be interested in me like that. We've never discussed it, and shes never necessarily hinted in more then what we got."

You, so completely not picking up on what he was really saying, cause in your mind, he couldn't ever be into you. "Well doofus, you have to tell her. Come on, your a catch Chris. Any woman would be happy with you, and with luck, she will make you happy to." You tipped back your bottle, the icy cold beer tingling your lips in that delicious way, your tongue would swipe along your bottom lip, Chris trying to keep himself from getting to distracted.

Playing with the neck of his bottle, he sloshed it a bit, and then set it aside before taking a drink from it. “Okay, I will. Y/N, what do you say, would you like to go out on a date with me?” You just about choked on your beer, sputtering and he reached over to tap his hand against your back. “Jesus Christ woman, breath!”

“You-you want to go out, with me? why in the world would you want to...?” Your voice drifted off, and Chris arched his brows, reaching out to take your hand, which you let him. Still shocked at his question.

“Really Y/N? You cant really be questioning why? Ive known you for years. We have fun together, you already know about all the risks that come to dating me. Youve never, wondered about what it would be like for us? Cause I have many times.”

“Well yea Chris, I mean... ive noticed, dont get me wrong. But im me... your you, it just...” You gave a shrug, not really wanting to say those words. Chris tilted his head, blue eyes searching for what you werent exactly spitting out, and shook his head.

“I dont get what you mean Y/N, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Come on Chris”pulling back your hand, you splashed your leg a bit while drawing it out, and wrapping your arm around it as you bent it, watching the water run down to the tips of your toes, suddenly they were fascinating, you could really just watch those droplets race away all day then to answer Chris’s question. But he wasnt backing down, and you could feel his incredibly blue in the sunshine, im innocent but also know what Im doing to you babes, eyes fucking staring at you. “You are so out of my league, Ive seen the woman youve dated in the past.”

Taken aback, his brows furrowed in frustration. “Thats bullshit Y/N, you think I would think anyone wouldnt deserve me cause I happen to make movies?” He went silent, contemplating what he wanted to say next. The fact that you felt that way about yourself just proved that he was going to have to show you how incredible you were. “Just a chance Y/N, if you have any feelings for me. Its all I ask for.” Turning back to you, he dipped his head to hover near yours.

Waiting for you to give an answer, your heart race cause he was that close. You could feel the soft breaths of air coming from his soft breaths and your eyes darted to those full lips, making your own throb with wanting to brush against them. But hes your friend, your mind screams and then a soft whisper. But he can be so much more.

It was all interrupted when Scott called from inside the house, and you pulled away, scooting back and moving to a stand, grabbing the emptied beer bottles. It was an excuse to get away from what you actually wanted to say. “Let me grab us another!” Racing away to go greet Scott, Chris lets his head falls into his hands, groaning. I was so close, and scared you away.

Scott busted through the door to find Chris pulling himself to a stand, catching the drawn look he had, he tilted his head “Out with it, I know that look, and thats the one you use when something is bugging you.”

“Nothing is wrong Scott” Chris lied, Dodger promptly coming over to greet his “uncle”, in which Scott immediately ruffled his ears. Not to be distracted though, he gave another spill it motion.

“Okay, if you MUST know Scott, I might have told Y/N I had feelings for her.”

Scotts eyes widened, and he grinned. “Well its about damn time Chris! You two have been dancing around each other for a year. Even Zach said we should just push you two together to kiss.”

“Yea well, it didnt go as I hoped.” His hand went up to the back of his neck, rubbing it. “She feels shes not in the same league? How is that even a worry.”

Scott shrugged and loped his arm over his brothers shoulder. “Hey, shes probably just nervous and caught her by surprise. Talk to her again after the party, and relax bro. Trust in your gut.” Chris wrinkled his brow as he listened to Scott, he made some good points. It was unexpected after all. He had certainly never hinted it before at you that he had any real interests. “Come on, let go see what those two are up to and finish setting up.”

Inside, you and Zach were dicing up some fruit they had brought for a fruit salad, having avoided bringing Chris that second beer, and Chris didnt remark on it once they came back inside. He smiled over at you and you glanced down right quick, moving to drop the strawberries in. Was it going to be awkward? Fuck you hoped not. But to your relief, there was no change. Everyone fell into an easy chatter, Chris went and started his grill, and before you all knew it, the party was underway with people showing up, bringing more food, games were played and most likely to much beer got consumed.

The evening started winding down, and you bid your goodbyes, touching Chris’s arm “So im going to head out, it was a great time, dont forget to drink some water before bed though. You will wake up with a headache.” A frown plays on his lips.

“Wait, your really leaving? I thought we could talk.” His eyes flashed hopeful at you, and honestly right now it was all more then you wanted to get into.

“Yea, I got an early morning and stuff I need to take care of.” White lies werent harmful, right?

“How about I come over tomorrow then?” He was still trying, one thing about Chris, once he set his mind to something, he rarely backed down.

“Text you, I promise!” You say a bit overly cheerfully and dart out the door, leaving him on his own once more. Digging out your keys, you escape to your car and pull out of his drive. Driving around, you ended up going nowhere near home, instead you drove around, trying to process your thoughts.

Why couldnt you Y/N? Dont you deserve some kind of happiness and youve always been attracted to him. Just always putting yourself down, you did that with your ex to. Here Chris was saying he had feelings beyond just friends and you ducked out the door before telling him that you might have as well for years.

This was how it went for a couple hours, getting dark you turned on your head lights, and before you realized where you were, your car pulled into Chris’s driveway, tapping your fingers on the wheel. His lights were still on, but everyones cars were gone. Were you really going to do this? Yes... Yes you are. Y/N, you have someone who wants to see if you two are meant to be something more, someone you actually care for as well. Stop holding back.

Going up the front steps, you consider letting yourself in, but you simply knock instead, twisting your fingers together. Dodgers bark emits, and you can hear Chris on the other side. “Hush boy, its okay. Back up buddy.” And then the click, he opened his door and a quirk of a smile folds up the corner of his mouth. “Hey.... “ You take a deep breath and step up to him, grasping his face in your hands, and sweep up to your toes to reach him. Why he have to be ridiculously tall? The sharp taste of beer and him flooded your senses, and his arm tilted around to brace you in close, holding back enough so you could control this kiss, it was yours, and he wasnt about to scare you off again.

Pulling back, you smooth your hands down to his shoulders, clearing your throat. “First of all, Chris you know I dont want to loose our friendship, second I want to see how good we could be. And third...”

Suddenly Scott appeared in the background, grinning wide. Apparently he didnt leave. “ITS ABOUT TIME YOU TWO!!!”

Cats out of the bag, you and Chris were going to see where this would go.

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Heyy could I get a matchup please? I’m a pansexual non binary person excepting and loving to all, I have short black hair and I am 5’1. Tbh I’m more interested in the 1A boys but I do love all the pro hero’s and the villains too. I can be shy at first but once you get to know me I can be very chaotic and alt. I’m very open minded and understanding no matter what your situation is and I am very patient, I rarely get angry. I also do a lot of art from pairing to potter and photography, I love to try new things. I also love your work so much and I hope your doing well 💕

Thank you! 🥰 It means a lot! I hope your doing week in this time ☺️💙 sorry it took over a month 😅 but! I’ll make it up to you! And! The other four waiting....and the few in my inbox! Well! I hope you like it!

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✨Denki✨

Kaminari, you wouldn’t think five inches is enough for him to look down and bully you about your height. But...honestly? You couldn’t be mad at it considering it’s what made your friendship with the blonde bloom.

Then again, when you first met him you were kind of a wreck and didn’t have the guts to tell him, “I’m not an arm rest stop leaning on my shoulder.” Instead you let it be, fidgeting fingers and looking ahead until her smiled brightly at you, “SHORT FRIENDS ARE GREAT!” he looked down at you eyes closed, “I should keep you around more.”

Well, after that you were adopted by, THE BAKUSQUAD! Bakugo not really caring, but when Kirishima and Denki followed him around he always made sure to grab you and drag you with them, because “I WAS SCARED AND PANICKED! I DIDN’T WANNA BE ALONE!”

So, for the first and second week he treated you like a quiet kid, mostly starting conversation until you got into a comfortable groove, and he almost died seeing how you really turned out. YOU started to bully him, when he entered his short circuit, the jokes you made, but still, you took care of him making sure he didn’t get into trouble or hurt. At times you’d become a bit impulsive and your chaotic side came out.

“MOVE! IM GONNA DO IT!” You screamed “Y/n! NO! I LIKE YOU BETTER ALIVE!” He screamed. Silence, you moved your head, trying to pull back, but no luck, your eyes moved in panic looking at Denki, his own eyes wide before he started laughing. You tried to move your head regretting it instantly. Your right hand came up, forefinger and thumb pulling at your tongue that was now stuck to the pole you had made victim to your weird antics. “mm thuck.”

you have great goofy moments together, but the moment he hears Bakugo screaming and silence, and then he hears you screaming? Hah, no. All relations are canceled/expired/rejected/blocked/denied/gone. He likes being alive, and right now, you were a threat to his life, so “Oh, uh yeah I got a thing to do in the other ro-“ RUN

he’s more than great full to have you around, your patient with him when he just can’t do something but he’s determined to. Like the month he dragged you of the dorms every night, because “IM GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS HAUNTED HOUSE WITHOUT SCREAMING.” The haunted house opened the first of October, and ended on Halloween, it was terrible, at one point he passed out, another frothed at the mouth, his screams were priceless, he clung to you more than a few times crying about being scared. Decked a few jump scare people, and at least twice went into Pikachu self defense mode and electrocuted the groups of workers around the two of you at least twice. Honestly, you were surprised they let you both keep coming back. But the last day, he managed to only let out squeaks and squeeze your arm and hands but he did it. Thirty one long nights of walking the same halls, jump scares, and voids, mesmerizing the right way of the maze, you mad wit out fine, he was only slightly shook.

Art? Denki doesn’t get it, claimed he can’t draw to save his life and when you watched him try you believed him, BUT THE COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HE WAS BASICALLY AN ART MAJOR WHEN HE SHORT CIRCUITED..... you started saving his drawings and sketches, and then you’d show him and he’d be impressed, but completely denies that he ever did it. “Nope, you got the wrong guy, you’ve seen me, I can’t draw a circle.” But he loves to watch you paint, and take photos, but don’t take him to wildlife sets with you. He will get hired of waiting for birds and throw himself on the grass and start sighing loudly and rolling around, “Nothings coming y/n!” “MAYBE IF YOU SHUT UP THE BIRDS WOULDNT FLY AWAY LIKE ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!” Silence, you can definitely feel him staring you, “Well that’s just rude.... you scared off the only bird that was actually here.” Pottery? He watched you, and he wanted to try, the first time he ended up slinging clay everywhere, second he can’t keep his hands still enough, the third time you took pity and ended up like the cheesiest movie scene, but, you were behind him guiding his hands, he became a flustered mess and crushed the almost pot when you spoke to him and he felt your breath on his shoulder. He was blushing and flustered and then started apologizing for ruining the pot... in the end you both together did make a lopsided pot, it now sits in your room, home to your shared black prince succulent. When you brought it home he made anyone who would listen come see his first pot and new child.

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“Y/n?” You heard knocking and groaned getting up off your bed to open your door.

“I brought someone else to meet prince...” the look you gave him was one of ‘Are you sERIOUS?’

You closed your door a bit to look at the digital clock that was hanging just above your desk, 1:37 in the morning...

“It couldn’t wait till sun up?” You asked eyes kinda squinty as the hall light started to flood into your room now that you opened the door wider to let whoever in.

“It’s important everyone knows my new son!” He stepped in and you moved and plopped onto your desk chair.

“Alright, but be careful, you bruised one of his petals last time.” You stretched and looked at your abandoned school work, you looked at it reading the question you had struggled on, and by some miracle, being half groggy and half awake, you read it and the answer came to you. You started to write it down before you forgot. And you were so proud of yourself, until you heard the feminine voice.

“Kaminari, you’re an idiot.” And then a slightly muffled laugh.

You didn’t have a problem with Jiro, in fact you liked her as a friend, she was nice, had good taste in music, bullied Denki with you sometimes, friendly and you’ve never seen her angry or get snobbish with anyone. She was laid back and cool.

But, one thing you didn’t like, was the fact she was slowly becoming the center of Denki’s flirting. Jealous? Nahh....well....no.... maybe a little? Nope, nah that’s not it.......okay yeah.

“Y/n Chan! Jiro is bullying me.” He came and shook you by your shoulders pulling you from staring at your school work.

You turned your head to look up at him. “What?” You asked.

“She called me an idiot.” He pouted and closed his eyes.

You laughed and dropped a hand onto his head, after he kneeled to plead you defend him, “Oh Denki, if you want me to disagree it’s gonna be a long night.”

He pouted at your words but sighed in defeat, until the next words came, “So (y/n), if Denki’s son is in your room does that make you the mother of his son?”

You looked at Jiro a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you registered what she said. You gave a few quiet laughs but before you could say anything Denki became a stuttering flustered mess. Catching both of you and pulling you both out of the conversation that almost started.

“Well! (Y/n)! Well go! A Princess does need her beauty sleep!” He winked at you as he left in a hurry, Jiro just quirked a brow before she told you good night and you returned it as she left. You yawned and got back into bed, before your phone buzzed and you cursed, but the blush on your cheeks wirsned at the flirty text you’d gotten from Denki, you’d think you’d gotten used to it already, but maybe the feelings you thought you’d pushed away never really left the surface.

‘Good night princess 😉 Don’t forget to dream about me 💛’

Cringe yes, but that’s literally the best flirting line he has. Apparently getting comfortable with Denki meant he was comfortable flirting with you 24/7, no hesitation. And you enjoyed the attention and flirted back with him, but things kinda changed when Jiro started to give him attention too.

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“Mornin’ babe,” you yawned at Denki’s greeting and gave a wave and small smile as you walked to a table and plopped down. You didn’t get much sleep, you finished your homework so now you had the weekend free, but what were you going to do? You stared at the empty table in front of you thinking about nothing, head empty, until Mina came and sat across from you, “So babe huh? Is it official!” She whisper screamed.

“Pfft, just about as official as me being All Might.” You had a small smile, small but genuine. “Boooooooo.” She pouted, “I have my own theories but I really want to tell you this one, soooo! Bakusquad girls day! But... just you and I. Get ready let’s go!”

So, after deciding you’d buy something to eat instead of cooking you got ready and then both you and Mina set off to talk theories and what’s really going on in her head. “So, I think he wants something serious but since you guys joke so much I think he thinks he’s in the friend zone and don’t even deny it I know you like him, I’ve seen the way you smile at all his stupid jokes even I don’t laugh at all of them and I try to be nice. Plus the way you loook a Jiro is enough to show your jealous but he doesn’t see that, I’m pretty sure he thinks you just don’t like her humor or something, but from what I’ve seen your good friends with her when Denki isn’t around so that lets me believe your jealous of his attention going to someone else. Soooo, what do you say? What do you think? And I think he’s trying with Jiro because you guys kinda have similar personalities and hair cuts? Well not really but you know? When your in love you call broccoli Midoriya and a grenade Bakugo but that’s a different story, so? What do you think?” You just stared at her, the takoyaki had with your toothpick just to far from your lips as you wondered if she was right. A shot smile pulled at your lips as you looked down and closed your eyes to let out a sigh, “Well, I won’t say your wrong, I’ve done lot of things but being in denial has never been one of them. I’m not going to confess or anything but I do have one question.” You looked at Mina through the corner of your eyes while your face was still pointed to the ground. “Yes!” She cheered and nodded looking at you with a big smile, “If this is about a plan I’ve got it all figured out so don’t worry!”

You shook your head and faced her completely, “Nope! Keep the plan well use it later but, if I do something about this Denki thing you have to so something about tape boy.” Mina became flustered at your words but nodded, “well, your first lady she smacked you back causing you to slightly choke on the Takoyaki you’d finally started to eat, after catching your breath and wondering around for a bit you both talked it out and it’s go time.

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The next morning you started the plan (titled by Mina) “Seducing Pikachu” Taking a deep breath you readied yourself to take your flirting next level, he called you babe you had to call him daddy, he gave you a hug you pulled his face down to peck his cheek, he draped an arm over your shoulders you had snuggle closer and hug his waist, he tried to tease you by taking your hand you can’t pull away, in stead you interlock fingers and squeeze, if he leaned into your ear to whisper something you can’t push him away. And we’re you ready? No, in fact you felt queasy, and like you had to bathroom, but with a shove from Mina you entered the kitchen and like usual “Good morning babe!” And the usual flirty wink, but this time instead of getting flustered or yawing you locked eye contact and with everything you had, “Mornin Daddy.” You smiled at him and walked to the fridge to try and occupy yourself. In the background you heard Mineta screaming about the name daddy. You looked at Denki with the same smile after grabbing a juice and he was flustered, red cheeks and it looked like his hair had fluffed up a bit. It’s working! You waved at him and walked to the common room and sat down on one edge and looked at the tv, it was playing some show about volleyball. Jiro came and sat across from you on the other sofa joining you and a few others in watching this show, right now, the only empty seats are the spot next to you on the love seat, or the two seats beside Jiro. He sat by you and was strangely quiet, oh gave him a smile when he turned to look a you, he smiled and looked at the tv, after an hour or two your hands began fiddling with the juice in your lap and you felt a tug at your hand, you felt Denki place his hand on yours usually you’d pull away and punch his shoulder, but this time. You didn’t take your eyes of the tv when your intertwined your fingers and squeezed his hand. You brought your other hand and squeezed his hand between both of yours and snuggled closer to his side and laid your head against his shoulder, he tensed a bit then relaxed quickly. He laid his head on yours and you eyed Mina real quick, you gave you a thumbs up and you motioned to Sero with your eyes and she stopped and pouted. After another hour you started to get up and pull away from Denki. You felt a hand pull at yours and you looked at Denki, “Where are you going?” You titled your head, “Gonna go buy lunch maybe.” He looked up at you still holding your hand, “Don’t leave me.” He said, “Come with me then.” You gave his arm a tug and without second thought he jumped up outside you were cool, but inside, you were going ballistic, inside you were nothing like usual, you were honestly so surprised that this plan was working, with your attention he didn’t even pay attention to Jiro,,,, were you really jealous?

Getting to a ramen place you both sat down and filled our sheets with your orders, casually sitting in silence your phone dinged, “So.... did he confess? Or do women really have to do all the work, 🙄, Sero didn’t understand what I meant until I- never mind, how’s it going?”

You smiled at the message and shook your head.

Denki being curious why you were smiling tried to peek, “Mina is trying to confess to Sero and she says he’s an idiot.” You smiled and turned to Denki explaining before he could see.

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything sometimes Sero isn’t the smartest.”

You felt a smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah, I know someone else who is just the same.” You propped your elbows on the table and placed your chin on your palms. He did the same and pushed his cheeks so they looked chubby against his palms.

“Kaminari,” you called his name in a chirpy tune with a smile, he closed his eyes and smiled before he said your name in the same way.

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“How good are you at noticing small things?” I asked and tilted my head. “Hmmm, did you grow out your hair?” His head tilted, and he smiled.

“No? It’s been this short for a while.” I dropped my arms flat against the table palms up, “try again.”

“Yooouuuu,,,, are wearing contacts?” He asked. “I’m not blind.”

“Yoouuuuu.....are trying a different Boba?” “No... well yes, but not what I’m talking about......try one more time and I’ll give you a hint if you can’t guess.”

He nodded and squinted at me looking like he was concentrating hard.

“I know!” He took my hands in his and squeezed them, I felt my heart start to race, “You’re fingers are cold, the tips are turning reddish.”

I smiled and looked away and licked my top lip trying to not laugh, “That wasn’t it but a good guess.”

“Then what is it?” He asked pouting.

“Close your eyes.” I said and waved a hand, he nodded and then closed them, I placed my finger tips on the left side of his jaw and tried to pull him closer, after getting him halfway across the table I leaned forward and lightly pressed my lips against his cheek.

I pulled away, and moved my hand away from his jaw.

“I...so think you should try again, I didn’t get the hint.” He looked away with a bush slowly becoming prominent on his cheek.

I smiled and shook my head, silence fell over us as I shifted around, “Another hint huh?”

“Maybe just one... or two... or a few....” he still didn’t look at me hands now fiddling together.

“You know, for a flirt you sure do get nervous when someone actually makes a move on you.”

“Heh, yeah.” He was smiling but not looking at me, “Sooo, when?”

“Do you remember the day, you got sick and made me baby you for a whole week? It was that Thursday, you feel asleep on my chest, and I held you and had to pull the blanket off, I realized then, how much I cared about you, and how much I’m willing to do to make sure you’re okay. I realized how much I love your terrible jokes and cheesy pick up lines, your warm hugs and the face times late into the night, and the movie nights passing out at three in the morning and rushing to class when we woke up late. Holing your hand when you were scared, and bullying Bakugo, honestly, I wouldn’t wanna die at the hands of Bakugo with anyone else. I’m not saying I love you or anything, but if this is what falling for someone feels like...I don’t not like it, especially when it’s you.” I looked out the window we sat by and could feel his stare, I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

“I wouldn’t want to be murdered with anyone else.” He held his hand out and I tilted my head to look at him, I took placed my hand on his and he smiled, before he shifted his fingers and closed them around mine. I smiled and closed my fingers squeezing his hand.

“So? Are you going to ask?” He said.

I felt my brows furrow, “Ask?”

“Ask me to be your boyfriend.” His smile widened.

“You’re supposed to ask me!” I scolded and shook our hands.

He tucked his head between his shoulders, “okay okay, fine.... now you’re going to wait because you yelled at me.”

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“Y/n!” I turned to look for the person who called my name, “yeah?” I asked and pulled my blanket tighter, the Christmas season was here and I was freezing on the sofa.

“Come look! The snows falling again! And the it’s pretty on the blossoms that are still around.”

“Fine.” I grumbled and stood up, I walked to the second floor windows and looked out. Sero, Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo were all outside, I could hear Katsuki screaming at them while the ran around dropping things on the floor.

They all stopped and moved away as Bakugo screamed at them and took off his gloves, it looked like he was grumbling something until Denki slung an arm I’ve this shoulders, Bakugo brought up his hand causing sparks and Denki to smile nervously before patting his shoulder and moving his arm off.

Mina tapped on the window and they looked at us, we waved when three of the four waved. Denki turned to Bakugo and with a simple blast a chain reaction started and lit up a circle, inside the circle were the words made in very sparse but still pretty blossoms, “will u be mine?” Your phone began to ring and you answered it.

“So, after two months of non official dating, will you be mine?”

You smiled, “Yes, Kaminari, yes.” You swallowed and over the phone you heard cheering and watched to em high five minus Bakugo who was pulling his gloves back on. That night, you spent under the blue keys you two piled high, his head on your chest, and you kissed his head running your fingers through his hair, “I love listening to your heart, it’s pretty, like you.” Your take his face in your hands and kiss his lips or forehead, and eventually would change spots, still cuddling to keep the warmth and love between you while the rest of the world was slipping into sleep or madness.

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