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k-atsukibakugou · 11 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞?

what's your favourite scary movie? | k. bakugou— k-atsukibakugou

finally convincing one of your best friends to come to the 30th anniversary re-release of scream, he figures out one of your best-kept secrets

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader w/c: 4.9k warnings: femme reader (called girl, has a pussy, wears makeup n a skirt), death threat kinda lmao, public & unprotected sex, blood mention, knife mention, reader implied to be recon/stealth hero, not beta’d bc i got nervous and we die like men, this is like all lead up my b notes: HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEEEEEN this is sorta inspired by @katsukikitten's post and um i have no explanation for this i was possessed by that post n my fat crush on katsuki and I KNOW scream came out in 1996 imagine the timelines line up lmao crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • recent wips & updates • kofi • askbox

“pleaaaase?” you’re too aware you’re whining, your bottom lip stuck out in a pout, probably only one more emotionless denial away from getting on your hands and knees and begging the stoic hero, “i’ll owe you? i'll do anything you want!”

you caught the mischievous sparkle in his eye at your promise, dropping your head in desperation to your hands still clamped together like you were praying, one final time, you pleaded, “please? it’s the thirty-year-anniversary re-release! i can't miss it!”

bakugou made a sound like he was thinking over your request, eyes glancing between the two tickets in your hand, the blood red title printed at the top calling his name, and your pleading eyes, a gravelly hum low in his throat. his mind had been made up since you asked, already planning on watching the theatrical re-release, it was just his luck your favourite horror movie was his, too. but he didn’t plan on telling you that quite yet, revelling in your desperation after a third rejection; eijirou too scared of a slasher, denki already having plans for a different night, and sero scheduled to patrol.

“you’ll do anything i want just for a movie?” his voice was mildly condescending, but the twitch in his lips had you rolling your eyes and crossing your arms like a grumpy child bargaining with a guardian, “if that’s what it takes!”

exasperated, you throw your head back with a groan, about to turn to him and announce your forfeit when he beats you to it, pinching the extra ticket from your hand, a satisfied smirk painted on his lips, “i’ll pick you up friday night, ya owe me one.”

katsuki walked away without even waiting for your response, leaving you simultaneously frustrated at your friends toying with you, and cheering at finally having found someone to join you.

punctual as always in his adult years, katsuki was outside your door friday night half an hour earlier than when you told him to drop by and get you, fists banging on your door while you were still tugging your skirt over your hips, just getting the zipper up when you swung the door open, already growling at your friend standing in the doorway in front of you, “i heard the first thirteen times you knocked.”

you toyed with the hem of your shirt, stepping aside to let him inside, promptly looking him up and down to admire the casual outfit he wore, far different from the hero costume you were used to seeing on him, the simple black cotton stretching over his broad chest somehow emphasising the muscles there more than the tight costume. there was a hint of a necklace underneath the collar of the shirt, the thin line of silver glinting under the lowlights of your hallway, similar jewellery on three of his fingers, and his blond locks sitting normally, spiked up around his head, his undercut leaving his ears free to show off the handful of piercings there. glancing back up, your eyes locked on his glinting ruby eyes, already watching you drink him in, the eye contact only breaking when he tapped his heavy boots on the floor just inside your door, “quit whining, how long are ya gonna be?”

you rolled your eyes at his impatience, waving him off while fixing your hair in your reflection in the glass beside the door, “give me two minutes.”

you flitted back up the hallway, swift and silent as he was used to seeing you be, leaving him beside the door to take a glimpse around your living room, taking in the little plush ghostface sat front and centre on your couch, blood red felt stitched over its soft knife, a stack of novels beside the couch, a few titles he recognised as classics, and more horror novels he knew nestled between scattered romance titles. he heard a few more heavy bumps from your bedroom, just out of his view before you emerged once more, in a tight shirt, gorey graphic printed in the middle, a sweater thrown over your arm and boots looped in your fingers, a cute garnet charm dangling off the back of each loop of fabric, “you want me to fill up your car?”

your question had his eyebrows shooting into his hairline, “the fuck are you on about?”

“to repay you?” you asked dumbly, stepping closer to place your key in the lock, clicking it locked once your tall friend ducked under it and stepped outside onto the driveway. he sucked his teeth disapprovingly, unlocking his car with you bounding over to the passenger side, jumping into the seat to wiggle your boots onto your feet, he only dignified you with a response once he was seated on the dark leather, huffing out a grumpy, but demanding, “you’re not payin’,”

reversing from your driveway, he interrupted when you opened your mouth to argue back, “besides, i haven’t decided what i want from ya yet,” katsuki smirked at you, vermillion eyes darting from his rear view mirror to you when he propped his arm behind your headrest to make sure the road was clear, speaking again with all your focus studying the way his lips moved with every low syllable, “it’s more fun keepin’ you in suspense.”

head dropping from the clouds, you glared at him, unsure if you were more annoyed at his self assured grin or yourself for throbbing from it, leaning down to tie the lace of your boots, “fine, last time i'm offering though.”

katsuki shook his head, exiting onto the road towards the cinema, ending the conversation there, and leaving you both to settle into a comfortable air, sometimes dropping into silence, sometimes a casual conversation about your hero work until you reached the quiet theatre, arriving with plenty of time to spare before your screening. the lot was dead, nowhere near as busy as you expected it to be, katsuki parking with no one else beside him for at least twenty feet in each direction.

locking his car, you both made your way inside, side by side through the glass doors of the cinema, decorated for today with original posters, thin black fabric on the walls, the doors spattered with dark red fake blood, even the employee checking tickets adorning a flimsy ghostface mask. you were practically buzzing with excitement, squeezing his forearm when you saw the guy ahead, handing your ticket over for him to scan. the corner of his lip twitched in a grin, never seeing you geek out quite so much like you were right now, your eyes shining with excitement right up until he turned to face the fabric screen playing static.

the static soon faded into the production logos, and finally, the title screen; scream. you were vibrating in your seat, eyes glued to the screen so much you hardly had any of the popcorn he’d got for you both to share, only occasionally did you reach for the cup to take large sips, all without tearing your eyes from the screen. katsuki was even beginning to question the last time you blinked.

gradually, as the movie went on, he noticed your minute squirming more and more, first dismissing it as discomfort from sitting in the one spot too long, but the longer he fixated on you, the more he noticed your inability to remain still, your legs crossing and uncrossing every five minutes. your clothes rubbed against the fabric of the chair with every wriggle, the rustling having him observe you from the corner of his eye more than he watched the final act, deep red irises catching you swipe your tongue across your lips, your sparkling eyes darting around the screen, your black skirt doing nothing to hide the way your thighs were pressed tightly together.

your wide pupils reflected the carmine on the screen, heart eyes locked on the blood spattered slashers on the screen, your ears blocking out the monologue to focus entirely on the villain’s bloody face, lips just parting to release a short puff of breath you didn’t know you were holding in your heaving chest.

realising he was staring, katsuki clenched his sharp jaw and focused back on the crescendo of the third act, trying to ignore the way you kept writhing right up until the credits were rolling. you stayed fixated, entranced, for a minute longer, unable to hide your smile when the lights slowly turned back up, illuminating your shiny, plump lips and your hungry eyes. without wasting another second you started gushing over the movie without looking at katsuki, half of your words running into the next without so much as a breath between them, sounding more like the obsessive deku the longer you prattled on about the characters and theories.

you were still chatting his ear off when you both made your way down the carpeted stairs towards the exit, past the decorations and blood splatter once more, out of the dead theatre, spotting only one or two employees left cleaning counters and floor as you left, their costume discarded on the counter as they swept.

exiting into the night, a gentle icy wind blew through your body, making a shiver wrack your body. you gripped katsuki's wrist to drag him faster to his car, desperate to retrieve your forgotten sweater from underneath the passenger seat before your lips turned blue. your tugging did little to change his pace, his heavy boots stomping along the paved car park, illuminated only by the moon and a singular lit lamppost just outside the cinemas doors, his car shrouded in the darkness of the night, alone in the lot.

chirping as it unlocked, you swung the door open immediately, digging around under the passenger seat where you knew you’d dropped the sweater, not paying attention to your friend climbing into the driver's seat beside you, still rummaging around under the seat when he made a disapproving sound. finally getting hold of the soft fabric of the sweater, you pulled it from under the seat, and into your lap to untangle the sleeves of it while eyeing katsuki, catching the signature scowl gracing his lips, although this one seemed tinged with confusion, tongue clicking against his teeth as the dashboard made a beeping sound once more before it turned dark. you watched him try it once more with a frustrated curse, “useless fucking thing.”

you pulled the sweater over your head, confusion painted on your face now, too, as you watched him reach under the steering wheel to click the lock for the metal bonnet.

“what’s going on?” curiously, you leaned over to peer at the dashboard with him, watching his nimble fingers unbuckle his seatbelt and climb from the car.

“‘m not sure yet, battery might be dead.” he grunted, closing the driver's door to go around the front of the car. you watched him through the pristine windshield until he was blocked by the bonnet being lifted and locked up into place. you followed suit, meeting him around the front, scarlet eyes darted around the metal and tubes and batteries, a muscular arm flexing when he squeezed the metal in frustration, swearing once more.

“shit, i’ll need to call for a jump.” you watched him think, sadly studying the battery that was ruining your plans with your bottom bedside drawer. “oh.”

“wait in the car, i’ll call ei to come help us.'' without question, you nod, studying the way he leaned back on the car, pulling up the number pad, rapidly typing in both of your closest friends' number. sparing one last glance up at him, you caught the unreadable look on katsuki’s face, an expression of his you’d never seen before, crimson eyes glaring down at the technology in front of him.

climbing once more into the car, you relaxed as much as you could into the seat, slipping your heavy boots off your feet with your body thrumming, no way to sit comfortably with the way your pussy throbbed against the seam of your panties, your hips jolting forward whenever you sat a certain way, the slashers bloody ghost mask imprinted behind your eyelids each time you blinked. your cheeks were hot, embarrassed to be so desperate from a movie, but still praying eijirou would rush to save you both to solve katsuki’s problem and let you get home to fix yours.

you squirmed in the seat, your skin hot on the leather while you eyed the dark streets, hope growing in you with every car that drove down the street, only to be crushed when they continued past the cinema. waiting for a moment longer with quivering thighs squeezed together, you finally huffed and opened the passenger door, “katsuki? did he answer?”

a beat went by, nothing responded to you except the soft chirp of crickets nestled in the dark of the greenery sprinkled around.

“katsuki?” you repeated, your voice a bit louder, and still you heard nothing back, the silence interrupted by the vibrating of your phone.

left all alone, sweetheart? 12:41am

you reread the text from the unknown number with your heart in your throat, nervously watching a typing bubble pop up beneath it.

you climbed off the seat warmed by your body to take on the cool night in search for your silent friend, the skin of your thighs erupting in goosebumps the moment your light feet landed on the ground, wrapping tingling arms around your torso, you attempted to rationalise while you watched the bubble disappear. rounding the front of the car, you scanned the space in front of the car, expecting to see the hulking blond standing there, ready to jump out and scare you, instead, the spot was empty, not a trace he’d even been there to begin with.

brave little hero. you’re not the type to run headfirst into danger.12:42am

let’s play a game, see if you can win him back, sweetheart. 12:42am

your breath was knocked from your chest reading the text, your heartbeat deafening when you choked out his name once more, your tone painted with worry.

“i swear to god, if this is a joke i'll make sure no one hears from you ever again.” shivering, and not from the cold, your voice shook, wide eyes not conveying the threatening aura you were trying to achieve, nor your entire trust in this only being a joke.

and if you get an answer wrong i’ll make sure no one finds you. 12:42am

your blood ran cold feeling the phone buzz again, your face still shamefully warm when your cunt throbbed at the threat, fear and need settling in the pit of your stomach. sucking in a breath, you shouted at nothing, “fine!”

you’ll be a good final girl. 12:43am

if you’re smart about it. 12:43am

you crept around the car silently, sticking close by the lifted hood to scan the darkness around you, sneaking around the side to get back inside the car, desperate to get back to safety, wanting to think this through, to be smart about getting katsuki back by your side. seeing no one, you darted for the driver’s side door, tugging on the smooth handle with trembling hands, the lock unlatching only for a moment before being shoved shut once more with a strong, scarred hand planted on the window, causing you to squeal in surprise when the door slammed with a thud.

“wrong move, final girl,” his deep voice whispered in your ear, feeling like it was echoing all around you, his free hand clamping around your hip to keep your weak legs upright. your stalker smiled into your hair, ego swelling at how easily he had you worked up from a few threatening texts, “how wet are you right now?”

katsuki rasped, voice impossibly deeper, his nose bumping your temple when he spoke. heat flushed through your body, embarrassment pooling in your stomach, only adding to the drippiness of your needy pussy.

“what?”

“what?” he mocked, “you think i wouldn’t notice you humpin the fuckin air in there? what was it, sweetheart? the blood, or the fear?”

sharp teeth emphasised his final question, canines catching on your sensitive lobe, his hand tightening around your hip, pinning you hard between his thick chest and tumid car.

“i don't have any idea what youre talking about.” your voice was an uneven, unconvincing murmur, your breath fogging on the window in front of your face, blurring your view of him, bar a sliver of the cherry-red of his irises reflecting back at you. you felt the fervid heat of his eyes on yours as if there wasn’t a single obstacle between you and him, the burn of his gaze dropping down to your lips when you surrendered a shuddering breath.

“you don’t?” you shook your head, barely disturbing the air around you, more shy than you ever had been since knowing him, “that didn’t turn you on at all?”

you shook your head once more, your gaze averting to the ground beneath your feet, suddenly interested in the shine of the lamplight on his boots instead of his interrogating, knowing he already knew the answers to every question he asked you.

his calloused fingertips ran up your plush, pillowy thighs, blunt fingernails digging in at the peak, a mere inch away from your dripping core, “c’mon, final girl, tell the truth, and i’ll stop.”

he got impossibly closer, crowding over you with a thick forearm sliding around your waist, settling in where he remained still, the hairs on the back of your neck standing when you felt his gentle breath there. your hips jerked forward into his biting nails, surely leaving half-moon indent in the soft skin underneath them. you felt his cocky smile in your hair when a low mewl reverberated in your throat, your bitten lips smothering the sound almost imperceptibly, “please, don’t stop.”

katsuki heard you, his ears so attuned to your voice, he’d hear you in a sea of half a million people, loud and clear. still, he let his fingers drop further away from where you needed him, incessant in his teasing, “what was that? “please stop”?”

his hold around you loosened, his boot disappearing from your view when he took a step back, this time it was your fingers digging into the skin of his forearm, pulling him close to you, “no, katsuki, please don’t stop.”

he didn’t need to hear a single word more from you, his cock already straining against his pants hearing your shaky voice beg only twice for him. he cursed again, his fingers gliding over your skin, not going to deny you, or himself, the pleasure of dipping his fingers into your sopping cunt.

a high pitched mewl escaped you when he swiped his thumb over your slit, the soaking fabric still separating you two doing nothing to weaken the pleasure his skilled fingers brought you, enough to have your hips bucking into his hold again. katsuki’s devilish laugh tickles the back of your neck, your eyelids becoming heavy with need filling your veins, adrenaline keeping your heart beating loudly in your ears, and lightning through your body when he finally slips his fingers under the waistband of your panties, hardened fingertips free to touch your core any way he desired. snaking his free hand up your body, katsuki brushed the hair from your neck, letting his hand rest slackly at the base of your throat, leaving the junction where your shoulder met your neck free for him to plant his lips there, sucking your skin into his mouth, bringing your blood as close to the surface of your skin as he could without a buck knife of his own. you crooned, warm body melting into the blond’s touch, stumbling back over your own feet when he slid his hand under your skirt to pull you back a foot by your hip, holding you hard to his chest, a thick, powerful arm holding you upright. your lustful eyes were trained on his hand when it abandoned its hold on your throat, committing every flaw, divot, vein and scar to memory while he yanked the shiny handle, shoving it further out of his way with his shoulder before he let you drop forward again; missing his strength to keep your goo-like legs holding you up, you stumbled forward into the car, catching yourself on the driver's seat with your forearms, a stammer forced from your chest when you landed on your palms. you peer over your shoulder at him with wild, hazy eyes, adjusting yourself up on your hands, his hot hands pushing down on the small of your back to keep you firmly against the leather before you get too comfortable, marvelling at the feel of your hammering heart against the soft seat.

katsuki’s hands at the nape of your neck and the small of your back forced you to arch your back further, your plush ass pressing back into him when he lifted your head a couple of inches off the material by your hair, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from you, “say it again.”

there wasn’t a trace of a request in his tone, it was a simple demand, accentuated by the large hand pressing down harder on your back, contorting your body in an uncomfortable pose you’d be relieved of the second he had your approval once more, your trembling figure entirely in control of him despite his incredible strength holding you down.

“i need you, ‘ki, don’t stop.” your head fell forward, your ass pushed back against his hard cock, your stammer breathless but clear when you spoke, your shining lips parting to moan lowly when he released your hair to tease your core again, deft fingers fucking into you again, deeper than they were before when he was focused on taking your attention from the stupid slasher on the screen inside. now his attention was turned to having your pussy clenching him as soon as possible.

the blond behind you groaned, feeling your tight cunt hug his digits, squeezing like you were trying to swallow him deeper and deeper, mesmerised by the way you took him, your blushing, wanton face already marking the soft material of the seat with your foundation and he wasn’t even close to being done toying with you. you were already soaking after the little he was giving you, the movie and now his teasing ministrations having you dripping, hole clenching in anticipation; unnecessary for him to continue pumping his fingers in and out of you other than for his own lewd entertainment, needing to commit the sight to memory in case it never happened again.

“keep talkin’ to me, final girl, you want me to stop?”

you shook your head, your face buried in the crook of your elbow and your back arching into his touch, a long moan escaping you, getting closer and closer to cumming around his fingers, lewd squelching echoing in the dark night.

“you want me to fuck you like this?”

“mhm!”

“you thinkin’ of me or that pathetic slasher, huh?” katsuki's fingers curled as he whispered, forcing a choked gasp from you, any answer slipping from your mind when his fingertips grazed that sensitive spot inside you, your brain going blank, your vision turning white.

colour returned to your vision far too quickly, your bleary eyes snapping open, staring behind you where katsuki stood tall, one hand still pressing down on your back but no other part of him touching you, his wet fingers at his mouth instead of inside your aching pussy, sucking the two into his mouth, smirking down at your shocked face, one eyebrow raising when your mouth bobbed open and shut noiselessly.

“you’re not gonna be thinking of that pitiful ghostface when i fuck you,” the moonlight shining behind him cast his menacing face in darkness, only his eyes and sharp canines glowing from the shadows when he spoke, voice deep and gravelly with his own desire, unable to deny himself your sweet cunt any longer. his dexterous fingers working the shining steel button on his pants undone while you beam up at him, entranced by his bared teeth, narrow scarlet eyes watching you, blond locks hanging over his face when his stare shifted down, lining himself up with your sloppy hole, “you’re gonna be thinking. of. me.”

he sunk into you, word by demanding word, inch by salacious inch, until your eyes were rolling back into your skull, cock moulding your throbbing, silken cunt to the shape of him.

“katsukiiiii,” you panted, earning a sharp snap of his hips bumping your forward in the car across the seat, your soft sweater doing nothing but glide against the material, digging your fingernails into the soft leather, you tried to hold yourself still, an impossible feat against the strength of his movements.

katsuki’s hot hands seized your hips, pulling you back in time with him thrusting forward, his hips pressing into your squishy thighs hard enough to leave a dark bruise before he was pulling back out to fuck you hard again, his dominance making your pussy squeeze tighter around him, leaving you to helplessly cry out broken stammers of his name beneath him until your voice broke, your breathing growing faster, harder, with his movements, “oh-h, ka-katsuki, ‘m close.”

your slurring words had him fucking ever harder into you, helping you chase the orgasm you’d been desperate for since the second act, shifting your hips to have the head of his cock brushing the spongy spot deep inside your pretty cunt, hitting it again and again until you were squealing, creamy cum gushing out of you to collect around the base of his thick cock in a lewd ring. despite your spasming pussy, katsuki’s vice-like grip didn’t loosen, virile fingers splayed over your shaking hips, pulling them up to keep his pace, dragging his veiny cock in and out of you, watching your cum gather and drip down him to the ground below.

his cock felt like it was in your throat, every thrust forcing out garbled moans into the night air, even a deep sigh escaping the blond above you when your thighs twitched and trembled again. katsuki slid a hand up your spine from your hip, pushing your face back down with a strong grip on the back of your skull, leaning forward to grind deeper inside you, revelling in your muffled whine, watching the way your eyes widened before rolling back again, “you’re gonna cum again?”

katsuki’s mocking tone was uneven, tinged with his own impending end, but you still heard the cocky smile in his voice, his ego ever ballooning at the ease he worked you up, revelling in the warm squeeze of your thirsty cunt around his cock, more and more wetness dripping from you to collect around him. still, you nodded, too delirious to even try and deny the effect he had on you, your tense thighs and delirium only inflating his ego more.

“who makes you feel like this, huh?” his voice was a hoarse whisper now, thick eyebrows scrunching when you squeeze around him again, just from his voice and the stretch of his cock.

“you! you do, katsuki!” you choke out his name once more, your voice still muffled against the seat, his hand at the small of your back doing little to stop you standing on the very tip of your toes to swallow his cock deeper until he matched you with his own stammer of your name, pushing your head down harder as he stood up again, fucking rougher into you, faster, abusing your hole to get to his own end with you.

repeating his name like a mantra, your whole body tensed under him like you’d been shocked, a long whine of his name when you came intensely around him again, your high pitched keen making him follow suit, holding you firm against him, emptying himself into you, thrusting shallowly twice more to fuck his cum deep into you before he laid atop you with a low groan of his own.

you whimpered underneath him, your cunt still tight around him while you both started to calm, heart rates returning to normal, sweating skin cooling rapidly in the night air. you both laid still for a moment, bodies relaxing into the leather like you were in a liquid state, a soft whimper escaping you every so often as the last waves of your orgasm washed over you; similarly, katsuki remained still, gently releasing his grip on the back of your head to hold himself up above you before gingerly standing back up behind you, slowly pulling out of you with a soft wince at the sensitivity, glancing back up to study your face when you shivered at the loss of his warm body.

he leans over you to twist his keys in the ignition, the car starting with a low rumble, air blowing from the vents quickly warming both you and the car. you gawk up at him, stars still in your eyes when you connect the dots, “your car’s been fine the whole time?!”

he slides your soaking wet panties back up your thighs, snapping the waistband against your skin once they sat comfortably on your hips again,“obviously, the final girl’s supposed to notice that.”

“the final girl was a bit preoccupied.” you glare, gasping again when his fingers loosely loops around your throat to pull you up to stand in front of him again, lust dripping from his near-silent voice, “well, it’s just your luck the final girl owes me a favour…wanna see if you’ll survive the sequel?"

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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I saw your post about taking Felix requests so I had to send one and trust me the choke hold this man now has on me is so strong too!

I see Felix as the kinda guy who is laid back but with his girl at Saltburn because she’s shy he’d be the one who would pick out her dresses for dinner, put his hand on her throat or up her skirt whenever he wants and even just to get her attention, always pulling her on his lap even if there is an open seat next to him, and maybe he’d make her call him daddy. Do with that info what you will if you like it 🤭

oh, baby, you're onto something real. like really real.

mhm, mhm, love me a popular boy and shy girly. he dazzles and she lets him; she holds the light for him, type shit! love it. got me salivating a little - or is that foam at my mouth? hm - for Felix, it's probably both.

you've got my motor running, there's a LOT of thoughts being thunk! so let's get into it!

kinda-sorta Felix Catton headcanons:

okay, first, him picking out her outfits? FUCKING ADORABLE!

he starts out by taking her shopping, it's just them and a store attendant; he's sitting in one of those little chairs, facing the dressing room, waiting for her to show him each option. she's a shy baby, so she's quiet when showing him, but Felix is boisterous and supportive, so he gets all up-in-arms for each dress, each pantsuit, each flowing skirt and tight top. you know, asks her to do 180's, to dance around (to make sure it all fits right), and he'll even get up and twirl her once or twice when he particularly likes an outfit. he has LOTS of opinions, so the attendant brings over whatever he points at since his girly often sticks to "safe" choices and he likes seeing her branch out. the attendant thinks they're just too cute, so the attendant is happy to do whatever Felix asks; happy to help zip her up or tie her into whatever dress he picks. it's a bonding experience each time, and because he's a rich pretty boy, he buys everything. is that a kink? it should be a kink. even that dress she's not convinced looks flattering - he's borderline drooling and slapping cash onto the counter, begging her to put it on the moment they get "home". naturally he carries all the bags.

when at Saltburn, he's the one picking their dinner fits 'cause he gets off by matching together - 'cause he's a soft angel baby, too. she does his hair for him and he'll wear a button up thats the same color as her dress; and boy, oh boy, does he lay the compliments on THICK. like - any opportunity, he's showering her, gushing over her, just RAVING. she's shy and a little quiet, but when Felix fucking Catton is genuinely complimenting her as if he can't help himself, it really helps boost her confidence and settles her nerves. Felix likes to push envelopes, so naturally, he pushes them with his pretty lady, too, and it might make her unsure, but again, the confidence boost calms her and she's really excited to see what the next fit is.

Felix doesn't have a specific love language because they're ALL his love languages. so, yes, that includes physical touch. he adores his shy little lady, and again, likes pushing envelopes - so, even in public, he's laying his hand on her throat. not in a grip, but in a soft gesture to keep her close to him; as if feeling her pulse reassures him. he's possessive as fuck, but in a soft way; so the Catton's aren't phased by his actions, despite the way it makes his little lady a little insecure. she's just not HUGE on PDA, but Felix is, and he doesn't do it if she's adamant - but seeing her a little nervous (eyes darting around to make sure nobody's watching) really gets him going. and no matter where they are, if she's in a dress or skirt, you better believe his hand is on her thigh! you better believe he's pushing her buttons by trying to reach higher! you better believe it makes her all flustered but wildly turned on - and Felix revels in her reactions. her little squeaks of surprise, the way she might choke on her wine when he squeezes unsuspectingly, the way her hand slaps down over his (her skirt's material between their hands) when he gets a little too handsy. he's a menace, but his shy little love adores it.

he makes her braver. he makes her want to try new things. he makes her excited and as if her energy's renewed.

Felix recharges her, burns her out, replenishes her, exhausts her. he does it all - being a Jack of All Trades. and she keeps him humble, in-line, on his toes, and feeling like everyday's an adventure.

matter of fact, they make each other feel as if they're on a new adventure each day. awh, i love them.

moving along!

still on the PDA train, you're totally right, dear sweet Nonnie, and Felix loves her on his lap. he just loves having her close; it makes him feel all the more confident and yet, grounded and down-to-Earth. she toys with his hair at the nape of his neck, his arm's usually always tight around her waist; and because he's gangly, his arm wraps around to rest on her thigh. and guess what? it's up her skirt. they like cuddling, but Felix is way more open about it; he doesn't care what audience they have, he's just touching her. he likes whispering in her ear when she's on his lap, it makes her giggle and whisper back. there's constant compliments, discussions about what mischief to get into that evening, little jokes - mostly about Farleigh, knowing those two adorable fucks.

absolute cuties.

after dinners, when the family's socializing, he's tugging her to his lap despite the space on the couch being open. he won't do it at dinner, though, that's far too formal and his little love is dreadfully against it; but other meals? casual meals? yeah, the cheeky fuck's setting her to his lap - only releasing her when she gives him a kiss. however, some breakfasts spent on the terrace or patio, she's still a little sleepy and won't fight him too hard; resting back into his chest, letting him feed her a few cubes of fruit - much much much to Elspeth's delight.

Mama Catton's the biggest supporter of Felix and his little love. it's freaking adorable. Venetia's supporter #2 'cause she loves her brother being in-love, but Elspeth's just - over the freaking moon.

now, the daddy kink? i can see it. 1000%. he's not super in his lady's face about it, but when they're gettin' frisky, oh YEAH - baby boy's way into it. demanding she call him Daddy when he's balls deep already, he wants it panting from her lips. he wants to hear her call him Daddy like it's a dying prayer. this super extends into a breeding kink - but that's another story. dude just loves the power he feels when his shy little love begs Daddy to fuck her harder. to get rougher. to please her the way only Daddy can. and it's not that he "makes" her call him that, she's very very very much into it, too. look, IYKYK - daddy kinks aren't for everyone but FUCK, is it fun.

this also directly relates to pet names, which Felix is a BIG fan of. he's the type that only calls his shy little love by her name when he's being serious. and maaaan, for the first few weeks of their relationship, she was just too nervous to call him any pet name but when she starts small, you know, the simple "baby", or "love", or my personal favorite, "sweet boy", she sees the way he LIGHTS up and starts using pet names regularly. she'll only call him "Felix" when she's being serious, which is actually super helpful in their relationship because he's so playful, she's so shy, he doesn't always know when he's crossed a line. but the moment she's calling him "Felix" instead of "Fi" or anything else, he's shaping up. it's a subtle way he knows she's uncomfortable and he NEEDS to get serious - else risk upsetting her. which he NEVER wants to do. she's too pretty, too sweet, too soft spoken to be upset. calling him "Felix" is a telltale sign that things aren't okay, and it's just a way for him to know what's going on without actually asking, "what's wrong?" 'cause he's pretty in-tune to his own bullshit, so, he's usually pretty good about knowing what he does that pushes her a little too far.

i... i love them so much.

damn i HAVE to stop doing this to myself. i get all into these fictional men, and then, when i actually date around in real life, FUCK am i disappointed. i'd like a man written by a woman, please! God, when is it my turn!? �� i'd do anything at this point, good sir!

ah, but we live, we love, we learn - right?

anyways, enough of my whinging. thank you for sending this in and sending me down a rabbit hole! we all know i'm a masochist, so i love hurting myself in this way. tantalizes my wee heart.

all my love! 🖤

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Wanna Bet?

Pairing: college!Miya Atsumu x reader

Summary: Atsumu makes a bet with his teammate that he can make you over and turn you into the star of the summer festival. Cue the beach volleyball montage and the girl with glasses getting contacts!

Word Count: 8.3k

A/N: This is my entry for @bloompompom’s rom-com collab. The film I chose was She’s All That. This is my first time writing for Atsumu, so please be gentle with me. Thank you Bloomy for hosting! I had a blast writing this!

On a spring afternoon, the university gym’s doors swing open and Atsumu leads the small group of his teammates down the steps. Their bodies are yearning for replenishment, so they start in the direction of the north gate to their usual post-practice dining spot.

Although still weeks away, conversation about summer and upcoming festivals starts up. The one that’s mentioned first in Tanabata, happening on campus in July. Oriver and Adriah talk about going as a group, while Kiyoomi mumbles that he’d rather not go at all.

“I think I’m gonna pass, too,”Atsumu says. Each of his teammates send him confused looks. “What?”

“Doesn’t your girlfriend like doing that kinda stuff?” Oriver asks.

“Oh, yeah. Didn’t Ami win Miss Tanabata last year?” Adriah adds.

“Yeah.” Atsumu hums noncommittally. “I think so.”

Kiyoomi peers at Atsumu beneath the short curtain of dark bangs, his voice slightly muffled by the face mask covering the bottom half of his face. “And she’s fine with you not going?”

“W-well,” Atsumu chuckles, a nervous hand coming up to rub at the back of his head, “Ami and I are kinda, sorta…not together anymore.”

There’s a collective sound of understanding hums.

“Huh?!” The setter’s expression shift instantly. Brow furrowed and mouth set in a deep frown. “What’s that mean? Why don’t you guys sound more surprised?”

“Given your track record, we expected a breakup to happen. Just not so soon,” Shion says, shrugging. “She’s the captain of the cheer team, so we thought it’d last at least until the end of the season.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that whole star athlete and head cheerleader thing is so typical.”

Atsumu pouts, annoyed that they’re right. His relationship with his ex is the longest he’s had while being in college, and he’s sure it only lasted so long because of the mutual status boost. But he didn’t anticipate it ending so abruptly. When they came back from spring break Ami told him it wasn’t working out anymore. That she met some ski instructor at the lodge she and her parents went to in Hokkaido.

We had an instant connection, Ami had told him with a deep, breathy sigh. She looked like one of those anime girls with hearts in her eyes after meeting a cute boy. Delusional is what she is, Atsumu thought.

“Whatever, there are thousands of girls at this school. Any one of them could put on some makeup, wear a pretty outfit, and become Miss Tanabata.” Atsumu spreads his arms out, confidence oozing out of his every pore. “With the right boyfriend of course.”

Oriver and Adriah make gagging noises. Kiyoomi stares flatly, unimpressed. But Shion is the only one with a twinkle in his eye.

“Any girl, Tsumu?” the libero goads.

“Any girl,” the setter confirms.

“Willing to bet on that?”

Atsumu’s head tilts, his eyes half-lidded in friendly challenge, to stare down his teammate. “What are the terms?”

Shion grins.

“I pick a girl for you to makeover,” he says. “If she doesn’t win Miss Tanabata at the festival then you have to streak at our graduation ceremony.”

“And when I win,” Atsumu says, “you have to call me Atsumu-sama every time you see me until we graduate.”

��Deal.”

The two shake hands, making the bet official. The team continues walking and Shion starts planning his pick while Atsumu listens without much care. That is, until you walk by. Arms full of art supplies, large glasses frames sliding down your nose, paint stains on your clothes, hair pulled away from your face with a bandana. Your expression is set in impassive stone as you stride across the walkway.

Shion smiles. “Her.”

“No,” Atsumu jumps in front of him, “Anyone but her.”

“Too bad. She’s my pick.”

Atsumu whispers your name, looking over his shoulder to make sure you don’t hear him. You’re the girl that works at the convenience store with Hinata. “Her? But she’s so…” He wraps his arms around his middle, an unsettling feeling making him shiver. “Unapproachable.”

But Shion doesn’t budge. Instead he smirks. “Time’s ticking, Tsumu.”

Atsumu straightens, taking a deep breath, and mumbles, “Fine.”

The team collectively turns their heads when Hinata and Bokuto race toward them from the direction of the gym, having stayed back for a brief meeting with the coach. Once they catch up, Hinata asks what they were talking about. Shion opens his mouth, about to explain, but Atsumu elbows him and subtly shakes his head, intent on keeping Hinata out of this loop.

You’re on the night shift at the convenience store. Flipping through a newspaper, you clip out headlines of major conflicts around the world. You’re going to use them for a paper mache project for one of your art classes.

The bell above the sliding glass doors chimes.

“Welcome in,” you greet the new customer without looking up.

There’s no greeting in return, but that’s fine with you since the words are mostly out of habit anyway. The customer’s faint footsteps roam the aisles as you continue cutting strips of paper. After a few minutes they approach the register. You put the scissors down and look up. You recognize the customer who towers over you, even though you sit on a high stool, from the other side of the counter as Miya Atsumu.

You’re only familiar with him because of how much Hinata talks about his teammates. And the names that comes up most frequently are Bokuto Kotaro and Miya Atsumu. The former an outside hitter, and the latter the setter for the school’s volleyball team.

“Will this be all for you?” You grab the protein bar and sports drink to scan. The blonde comes to the convenience store fairly often. Coincidentally, only when Hinata’s on shift. And usually you don’t have to interact with Atsumu at all, but right now your orange haired coworker is currently on his break.

Atsumu nods, and you tell him his total. He digs through the pockets of his sweats and places the assorted coins in the small tray in front of the register. You input the amount into the register and the drawer opens. Grabbing the correct change, you place it in the tray.

“Thank you for coming,” you recite the words offered to every customer on their way out and pick up the newspaper and scissors again. “Have a good night.”

“Actually—”

Your eyes cut sharply to him and his mouth snaps shut. Atsumu’s Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, but he recovers with a grin that slowly smoothes his lips into a soft line.

“Actually, there is something else.” His hands are inside the pockets of his jacket as he leans forward against the edge of the counter. You don’t miss the subtle invasion of your personal space. “I wanted to ask if you’re free tomorrow night?”

Your brow furrows, leaning back slightly in your seat. “Tomorrow night?”

He nods. “Are you doing anything?”

“Did Hinata put you up to this?”

“No.” The edge of his lip twitches. “He doesn’t—”

“Then is this some sort of new social outreach program?”

“What? No, I wanted to talk to you about…” His voice trails off, eyes glancing down at the newspaper strips, then snap back up to you. “Art.”

“Art?” You raise a skeptical brow.

“Yes.”

“You don’t take art.”

“How do you know?” he asks.

“I’ve never seen you in any of my classes. Or in the art building.”

“I’m taking one of those, uh,” his eyes move to the side as he struggles for whatever words he’s trying to spew out, “by-myself-classes.”

“Independent study,” you correct dryly.

“Right.” Atsumu’s smile is back in full force as he repeats, “Independent study.”

His gaze doesn’t waver. In fact, his expression grows to show off a row of pearly white teeth.

“I don’t think so,” you say.

“Huh?” The setter tilts his head. His expression is painted with confusion, as if the opportunity to spend alone time with him has never been rejected. “Why not?”

You’re saved from having to answer when Hinata comes in through the front doors. He’s back from his break which means you’re heading out to yours.

“Atsumu!” The shorter boy comes to stand beside his teammate at the counter. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“Hey, Shoyo,” Atsumu greets him. “Just came by for a snack.”

“I’m going on my break now.” You try to leave while they’re distracted. But of course, Miya Atsumu has to open his big fat mouth.

“So, about tomorrow night,” he starts. “What time should we meet up?”

You freeze at the end of the counter. Your supplies are tucked against your chest as you stand with your back to the two athletes. Maybe you can just keep walking and pretend you didn’t hear him. You’re a little anti-social so it wouldn’t be all that out of character for you.

“Oh?” Hinata’s voice chimes. “Is he the one who’s taking my ticket?”

“Ticket?” Atsumu asks. You turn your head to catch the setter’s brows rise in intrigue. “Do tell, Shoyo.”

“Since we have tomorrow off from practice I was going to go with her to see this real artsy movie that they’re showing for one night only, but something came up and I can’t go anymore.” Hinata looks up at his teammate with relief and gratitude. “So, thank you for going with her.”

Atsumu turns his smug grin in your direction. “Not a problem, Shoyo.”

“This is great,” Hinata says. A bright smile lights up his expression. “My work friend and my teammate getting to know each other.”

You sigh, knowing you’d never want to be the one to dim Hinata’s excitement. It’d be like blowing out the candles on someone else’s birthday cake. So, when you make your way around the counter and pass by the pair, you grumble, “The theater on the east side of campus. Seven o’clock.”

You walk toward the front, and right as you pass through the sliding doors, Atsumu calls after you with an eagerness too suspicious to be real, “See you tomorrow!”

Atsumu arrives at the theater before you do, reveling in the shocked expression that briefly crosses your face when you spot him by the entrance. You quickly school your features and walk up to him.

Although this technically isn’t a date, Atsumu is still slightly appalled at the apparent lack of effort in your outfit. He’s wearing a henley and his best khaki pants that Kiyoomi steamed for him, and you’re in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt that is two sizes to big for you. Ami always dressed up whether they were going out to dinner or just to the nearest Family Mart.

He watches you fish the tickets out of your boxy crossbody. At least you’re familiar with the concept of accessorizing. That’ll make his job a little easier.

You hand the usher your tickets to tear then head over to the snack bar. Atsumu insists on paying. Popcorn, no butter, to share. A bottled water for him and Cherry Coke for you. He’ll steal one or two of the candies you picked out, but he doesn’t tell you that.

Once you’ve found your seats, Atsumu asks about the movie. You tell him it’s a surrealist film from France. His face must betray his confusion because you explain the concept to him until the lights dim and the trailers start.

He can’t really follow what’s happening. Nothing seems to make sense. And when it does, it doesn’t seem to fit within the context of the whole movie. He decides to turn his attention to the popcorn. His eyes keep looking down, waiting for your hand to reach over so that he can accidentally grab some too. Except when it happens you don’t really pay any attention to it. You say a quick sorry, keeping your eyes on the screen.

Atsumu frowns.

No big deal. His next tactic is a classic and sure to execute. He starts by slowly extending his arm into the air as if he’s stretching, even throwing in a soft grunt, then when he lowers it he subtly begins to curl his arm around your shoulder. He’s done it with plenty other girls and each time it worked like a charm. Atsumu is sure he’s nailed it again. That is, until he’s two inches from his target as his hand hovers above your opposite shoulder. That’s when your eyes leave the screen. All it takes is a sharp glance out of the corner of your eye to make him abort. He plays it off and quickly raises his other arm to add to the illusion of stretching. Defeated, both his arms drop heavily onto his lap.

Atsumu doesn’t try again.

When the movie finishes and the lights come back on you throw your trash and walk out of the theater. You both briefly go your separate ways to use the restroom. After, you meet in the lobby then exit the building together. You walk down the street until you reach the bus stop.

Turning to face him, you ask, “So what did you think?”

“It was, uh,” he starts. “There was a lot of…sexual imagery. So it seemed like a romance between the main pair, but then there were some parts that were really random. Like when the woman hurt her finger. Didn’t they realize the bandage kept reappearing and disappearing? I’m sure continuity was a thing in the 30s.”

You smile, amused by his observation.

“Remember, surrealism is meant to be an expression of the unconscious mind. So even though we watched the same thing, we both could have different interpretations. Even from what the director’s intentions were, if any.”

“Right.” Atsumu hums, thoughtful. “So what did you think?”

The bus approaches the curb then. You both board and pay your fare before finding seats in the back. He lets you slide into the seat by the window and he takes the aisle. You speak low to respect others on the bus as you share your analysis, and he’s awed by how you answer. Atsumu knew you were smart from how Hinata spoke about you, but hearing it for himself is something else.

When you’re done he stares at you, analyzing your face.

“What?” you ask.

“Do you ever think about wearing contacts?”

“No, not really.” You slip your glasses off, blinking a few times as you look over his shoulder, then put them back on. “The idea of touching my eyeballs is so bleh. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” Atsumu carefully adjusts your glasses so they sit correctly on your face. “Just think your eyes are really beautiful.”

Atsumu dons his most charming grin. He’s got you in his clutches. A few compliments here, natural physical contact there, and he’s got this in the—

“Oh, please.”

His stomach plummets at your scowl.

“I knew it.” Then you grumble to yourself, “I should have trusted my instincts.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My eyes are beautiful?”

Your voice rises with incredulity, earning you a few glances from the other passengers. Atsumu shifts in his seat. He says your name.

“Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to get to know me? Was this some sort of prank?”

Atsumu stops breathing. For a good three seconds his brain stops working, frightened by how close you are to the actual truth.

The bus stops and you rise from your seat. You push past Atsumu’s legs and escape down the aisle and out the back door. Atsumu follows after you, calling your name as you get farther down the street. He easily catches up to you, but even as he trails on your heels you ignore him for an entire block. Until finally, Atsumu grabs your arm and swings around to step in front of you.

“I only agreed to this because Hinata was really excited about it.” You shrug your arm out of his hold. “Is this how you treat your teammate’s friends? By coming on to them and then going back to your little squad and having a big laugh about how girls fall for your dumb pickup lines?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Yeah, right.” You cross your arms, defensive, as you glare daggers at him. “Like you didn’t try to put your arm around me? And don’t think I didn’t notice how you waited until I was reaching for popcorn just so you could too.”

Atsumu’s cheeks burn, caught in the act.

When he doesn’t come up with a response fast enough, you scoff and walk past him, leaving him feeling like he really has his work cut out for him.

Despite your last encounter ending on an extremely sour note, Atsumu is back at the convenience store two days later. He doesn’t peruse the aisles like he did last time. No, he comes straight to the register. You frown when he smiles easily at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well hello to you, too,” he says.

“If it wasn’t already clear, I have no interest in speaking to you if you’re not going to purchase something.”

Atsumu eyes the small bins on the counter filled with trinkets and individually wrapped sweets. He grabs two candies and sets them on the empty counter space between you. The urge to swipe the cocky smirk off his face is great, but instead you ring him up.

“You’re off in an hour, yeah?” he asks as he hands you a coin.

“How do you know—”

“It’s such a nice day out today. We should go to the beach.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You hand him back his change. “Stalker.”

“That’s a shame. Guess I’ll just have to sit outside. On the curb. With my backpack.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at said backpack. “Asking every person who walks by if they’d like to go to the beach with me. I mean, I wouldn’t want any of the food I packed to go to waste.”

“If you do that I’ll call the police.”

Atsumu pouts. “Just ‘cause I want someone to experience the joy of the beach?”

“For loitering.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’d really call the police?”

You fix him with a flat stare. He clears his throat.

“Look, you’re important to Hinata.” He puffs his chest out, pointing a thumb in between his very toned pectorals. “And as his senpai, I’m obviously a huge influence in his life.”

You roll your eyes. “What’s your point?”

“My point is that we should at least be friendly with each other. Don’t ya think? For Hinata’s sake?”

“We can do that without going to the beach.”

“I know, but it’s more fun this way.”

You’re still not convinced.

“Please?” He says your name. “One more chance. If I totally blow it again then I’ll stick to just small talk when I come through here.”

“Fine,” you relent. Atsumu throws up a victorious fist. “But this is the last chance, got it?”

“Got it,” he repeats.

An hour later and it’s the end of your shift. Since Atsumu already has his backpack full of everything you’ll both need, you walk directly to the train station. When you tell him you don’t have a swimsuit he says there’ll be plenty of shops selling some and that he’ll buy you one when you get there. So you board the train and head to the beach.

When you arrive, the first thing you do is enter one of the shops to buy your swimsuit. You quickly pick one out and, as promised, Atsumu pays for it before you go into one of the changing rooms. When you reemerge, he has his back to you. But when he turns his brows shoot up nearly to his hairline.

“I don’t really wear stuff like this,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your stomach. Your head is turned away. Your cheeks are warm from embarrassment. You usually like to wear lose fitting, comfortable clothes since you’re always on the move. And it’s just easier to wear things that are okay getting paint or glue or clay all over them.

“Sorry.” His expression returns to pleasantly normal. “You look nice. That’s all.”

You both leave the shop and head down to the sand. You walk along the shore side by side. The silence isn’t awkward, but you’d rather something besides the sounds of your feet trekking through the sand fill the emptiness. You wrack your brain for something to say, but it’s Atsumu who’s the first to speak.

“Is this your first time at the beach?”

“No,” you say. “I came once for a project. It was a study on the ocean and how pollution—”

“Do you ever, like, do anything for fun?” Atsumu interrupts.

Your brows narrow. “I have fun.”

“Oh, yeah? When?” he challenges. When you open your mouth to respond he adds, “And going to see those smart people movies doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“You should be going out when you’re having fun. With other people, with friends. You have those, don’t you?”

When you stay silent, he looks over at you. Your eyes are averted, watching the water recede before the next wave.

“I have friends,” you say in a soft voice.

“Other than Hinata?”

“Fine.” You huff. “I only have one friend. Happy now that you’ve found out how much of a loser I am?”

“I don’t think you’re a loser. If you were a loser, do you think the star setter of the school’s volleyball team would be at the beach with you?”

He plays up his declaration with his back straight and hands on his hips, his face turned toward the ocean so the breeze blows through his hair. You should find it annoying, pretentious even, but instead you’re amused. A giggle passes through your lips. You try to hide it behind your hand but he’s already noticed and is laughing along with you.

“Hey,” he steps in front of you. He holds out his hand. You look down at it in confusion. “Friends?”

You’re tempted to take it. While you’ve been happy all this time being in your own bubble and occasionally letting Hinata in, you can admit to yourself that something is missing. And just maybe, Atsumu is the one who can help you figure out what. But you still can’t help but be wary of him.

“We’ll see how the day goes first.”

You walk past him, taking hold of his elbow as you do.

You both walk a bit more until you reach a cove. There aren’t as many people on this part of the beach so it’s the perfect place to set yourselves up for the day. Atsumu takes off his backpack and fishes a couple towels from inside and hands them to you. As you’re laying them out, you hear someone call his name.

You look up to see Hinata at the top of the steps that lead to the street. A taller man with white frosted tips is on his left and another with a wide brimmed hat and a face mask on his right. Hinata waves both hands in your direction and you wave back in confusion.

“I thought you said it was just us two.”

“I didn’t invite them.” Atsumu turns to you, raising his hands in front of him. “I swear.”

“Relax, Miya.” You chuckle. “It’s fine. Hinata talks about you all so much I figured I’d eventually have to meet the rest of the team.”

“Right.”

The rest of the volleyball team files in behind the three at the stairs. They all race down the stairs to join you in the cove. Hinata makes a beeline for you, the strap of a long bag over his shoulders and a volleyball under each arm.

“What are you all doing here? Did Atsumu tell you we were coming to the beach?” you ask your friend.

“We haven’t had a team outing in a while, and when Shion,” he pauses to point to the one who Atsumu pulls away to talk to privately, “suggested the beach Meian, our captain, said it was a good idea.”

“Oh, okay.”

The rest of his teammates are curious about you and so they crowd around you for introductions. Bokuto and Meian carry a large ice chest. Adriah, Oriver, and a couple of the other guys have bags full of food, towels, and sunscreen. Sakusa is setting up his large umbrella and parking himself beneath its shade. Shion comes over when he’s done talking to Atsumu.

They all seem to know you even just a little. Bokuto is the one to tell you that Hinata talks about you all the time, which makes your friend’s face turn bright red.

The bag Hinata carries turns out to be holding a volleyball net. After it’s set up the teams are created. Atsumu ropes you onto his team and shows you how to position your hands to pass. He then stands beside you and shows you the proper form. You copy his stance, bent knees and joined arms outstretched. Hinata helps you practice by throwing you a few loose balls. Atsumu praises you for how quickly you catch on.

Meian calls for the game to start and everyone gathers on their respective sides of the net. Sakusa keeps score from under the umbrella. You’re a bit overwhelmed with how competitive the others are, so you make sure to stick close enough to Atsumu in case you need help. Which is often. You frown when he tells you that they’re toning it down for your sake. If this is what toned down looks like for them, you’re interested to see what they’re like in full action.

After a few games, everyone settles on towels to eat the sandwiches and fruit that was packed. Atsumu unpacks his backpack to show you what he packed for both of you. There’s sliced watermelon, macaroni salad, and egg sandwiches. You thank him before grabbing a half sandwich from one of the bento boxes.

You chew on a piece of watermelon as you watch Atsumu talk with his teammates. His expression is bright as he jokes with them. He will occasionally get poked fun at and that’s when his expression shifts to incredulity, but you even find that sort of endearing.

You turn to Hinata. He’s watching you with thoughtful eyes. You ask if he’s okay. He shakes his head and smiles brightly at you.

“Yup!”

At the end of the day you all ride back together on the train. When you can’t fight your sleepiness, your head ends up resting on Atsumu’s shoulder. The last thought you have is that you feel like you had more fun than you were expecting.

You don’t know how this happened.

You’ve been staring at the bulletin board for ten minutes now. At the sheet of sakura colored paper that has a list of names typed onto it in black letters, yours at the bottom. Atsumu’s ex-girlfriend Ami is at the top. You have no recollection of entering the Miss Tanabata contest. Sure, you enjoy looking at and making pretty things, but you have no intentions of being one. At least not one held up to the standards of a beauty pageant.

Someone is messing with you. That’s the conclusion you draw when you finally tear your attention away from the board and head toward the glade. You join Atsumu for lunch you quietly take your seat next to him on the bench. You pull your lunch out from your bag and notice his leg anxiously bouncing up and down.

“Atsumu?” He perks up at you saying his name. “What’s wrong?”

“Are we not going to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“About your nomination for Miss Tanabata?”

“Why would we?” You pop the lid off your plastic bento box. “It’s not like I’m actually going through with it.”

Atsumu’s eyes widen. He frantically turns his body to face you. “W-why not?”

“It’s obviously someone’s dumb idea of a joke,” you say.

“But your name’s already on there. It’d be rude to back out now.”

He has a point. Even if you didn’t enter yourself, the people who organize the festival are probably already accounting for how many contestants there are. You know first hand what it’s like to prepare for big projects. You don’t want to make any trouble for them.

“I suppose…”

Atsumu leans forward, face inches from yours. You’ve noticed he doesn’t fully adhere to the etiquette of personal space. “You’ll do it?”

“Yes,” you concede. You place a hand on his shoulder to regain the distance between you. “But I don’t really know anything about beauty pageants.”

“That’s fine. I’ll take care of everything,” he assures you. “And I know just where to start.”

“Your eyesight is really bad, you know?”

“I do.” You laugh, watching Atsumu unbox your new contact lenses. You’re both in the small bathroom of your studio apartment. “I’m well aware of my prescription.”

“I had to special order these. Express delivery, too.”

“Well,” you shrug, “you were adamant.”

Atsumu chuckles and gestures for you to take off your glasses. You do, and set them on the counter beside the sink. Turning to the mirror, you stand side-by-side with Atsumu while he gets everything ready. Your eyes wander to the mirror. You can’t see yourself, not really. Your face is smudged of all recognition, as if you were a sketch and someone took their thumb and rubbed at the pencil lines that contour your features.

“Everything’s ready,” Atsumu declares. He nudges your elbow to get your attention. “You nervous?”

“A little,” you admit.

“Don’t be.” He offers you a warm smile. “I’ve been wearing them since high school and really the biggest problem you’ll have is remembering to take them off before you got to sleep.”

You hum. “If you say so.”

You wash your hands and dry them off. You take one of the lenses from their package and Atsumu hands you the bottle of solution. You rinse it then tip your head back and carefully place the lens onto your eye. You flinch when you make contact. The feeling is uncomfortable at first but you blink a couple times to let yourself adjust. You do the same with the other lens.

Once they’re both in place you drop your gaze to the mirror again. You raise your brows slightly at your reflection. Atsumu was right. The glasses did hide a lot of your face. You feel exposed, like there’s too much of your surroundings you’re seeing without your glasses to frame your view.

But you’re also intrigued by your bare face. You always thought you were average looking, and maybe you still are, but it’s like your seeing a whole new person. The shape of your cheekbones is slightly off. Your eyes have more space between them now. But somehow it all works.

Atsumu clears his throat, then asks, “What do you think?”

“It’s…different.”

“Good different?”

You turn your head. He’s already looking at you, expression of an eager puppy waiting to be told he’s done a good job. That he’s a good boy. The corners of your mouth tilt upward into a shy smile.

“Yeah,” you say.

The two of you are hanging out in one of the studios in the art building. Well, you’re working on your class project and Atsumu is hanging out. He lounges across the worn sofa at the edge of the room, too long legs dangling off the end.

He blew off his teammates to hang out with you. Again. Lately he finds himself wanting to spend all his time with you, which confuses him because he’s never felt this way with past girlfriends. But you’re not actually his girlfriend. Sure, he spends nearly all his time outside of classes and volleyball with you. But at best you’re a friend. And at worst…you two still wouldn’t even be talking to each other outside of the convenience store if it wasn’t for the bet.

What bothers Atsumu the most is lately there’s something warm and unfamiliar stirring in his chest when his eyes are on you. Everything inside of him is telling him to keep you close, to make sure you’re a friend that he’ll always have. He can’t explain the feeling other than he needs to know you for the rest of his life.

The thought makes him freeze.

You look at him from the corner of your eye and smirk, catching him staring at you.

“You didn’t bring anything to work on. Again,” you tease.

Atsumu shakes his head, clearing it of his sudden revelation, and rises from the sofa.

“I’m just observing today,” he, thankfully, says with a smooth voice.

“You’re always observing.”

“That’s ‘cause I like watching you.” He walks across the room and stands behind you, close enough that if he took a deep breath his chest would connect to your back. He remembers his previous remark and adds, “Doing art, that is.”

You lift your head from your project, turning your body slightly so that you can look over your shoulder at him. Your eyes flicker down to his lips for a split second.

“You do?” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he says softly.

Electricity. Magnetism. It’s pulling you both closer together. Atsumu leans his head down, slowly, inching at a snails pace toward your face that tips upward to meet him halfway. His chest stirs again when your lips are about to touch. His heart is pounding with the fact that this will be the first time you both share a kiss.

Your eyes fall closed. You want this. He wants this.

So why does he pull away?

When the kiss doesn’t happen, your eyes reopen and your expression immediately falls. Atsumu wants to kick himself. He wants to kiss you, but he doesn’t understand what this feeling is inside of him. He made a bet. You’re just a bet.

Right?

He’s made this all more complicated than it should be.

You clear your throat, turning your attention back to your work. He watches you stare at your hands for a few seconds before you start up again. He lingers for a few minutes before settling back down on the sofa.

Awkward silence lingers between you for the rest of the night. Neither of you dare to address it even when he walks you back home.

The izakaya is buzzing with excited chatter. The volleyball team is celebrating a big win with an even bigger dinner. Seriously, you’ve never seen a group of people eat so much food.

Atsumu is on your right, but neither of you have said more than a few sentences to each other. Thankfully, Hinata is on your other side so he’s made sure to make you feel included as much as he can. It also helps that the statistician, the only other girl in the group, is seated right across from you. She’s sweet, if not a bit skittish, and you’ve made plans to meet up at a cafe later on in the week.

When everyone has had their fill, the tab is paid and everyone files out the door and onto the sidewalk.

Your apartment is only a few blocks from here so you told Atsumu that you’d be fine walking by yourself. When you told him that you thought it was the right thing to do, but now you’re not so sure. He seems like he wants his space, but you can’t help but wonder and worry if the almost kiss at the studio is what’s making him so weird with you now. You don’t like this distance between you. It doesn’t feel right after getting to know each other better. You want to clear the air.

Thankfully, you catch him before you all go your separate ways. You won’t ask him to walk you home, though you really want to. You want to spend a little more time with him. Instead, you settle for reassurance.

“Atsumu.” You cling to the back of his shirt. Enough to catch his attention, yet weak enough that he can escape if he wants to. Your voice is small, uncertain when you ask, “We’re good. Right?”

“Yeah,” he says without looking back. “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I just wanted to make sure. After what happened in the art studio…I just—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cuts you off. “Nothing happened.”

Finally, Atsumu turns his head to look back at you. But it’s not his usual smile that he fixes you with. It doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Right.” You release his shirt. “Nothing happened.”

“I…” Atsumu’s lips part. His chest expands in a silent intake of breath. He looks like he’s ready to say something. Instead, he deflates. Averts his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch. ‘Kay?”

You nod once, then Atsumu jogs off to catch up with Sakusa without looking back.

The festival is in a few days and all participants are required to help decorate the quad. You’re helping hang a banner in between streamers when there’s a commotion behind you. At first you don’t pay attention but then you hear a familiar voice.

You peek over your shoulder and see Atsumu with his hands flying over Hinata’s face, trying to cover his mouth, but Hinata dodges every attempt as his voice carries across the quad.

“A bet?!” Hinata shouts. His incredulous tone is accompanied by a tight expression. You’ve never seen him look so angry before.

“Who told you?” Atsumu asks.

“It doesn’t matter who told me. You didn’t tell me.”

Things didn’t get better between you and Atsumu after the izakaya. You’d hoped you could get past whatever weird tension was forming between you, but Atsumu wasn’t giving you any clues as to why that wasn’t possible. Hinata has known him longer so maybe he’s what Atsumu needs to get out of whatever funk he’s in. Although, this looks like too heated of a talk between them to be any sort of constructive.

You hand off your edge of the banner to the girl next to you and walk over to the pair. However, the closer you get, the more your stomach sinks.

“You and Shion bet you could turn any girl into Miss Tanabata,” Hinata accuses, words seething. “And you chose her. She’s my friend, Atsumu. Why would you pretend to get along with her for something as dumb as a bet?”

“Shoyo, please.” Atsumu’s eyes are wide and frantic, like a cornered animal. “Let me—”

“Am I a bet?” you interrupt loudly.

Atsumu’s eyes dart to you. He still has that look of an animal, but now more like a deer caught in the headlights, when he says your name. Nearly half a minute goes by and your patience wears thin when he doesn’t say anything more.

“Am I fucking bet?” you repeat through gritted teeth.

Atsumu has the decency to maintain eye contact when he confesses. His voice is soft, thick with guilt.

“Yes.”

One word is all it takes to shatter the illusion. You look around the room and the heavy weight of everyone’s eyes on you brings you back to reality. You don’t fit in here. You’re only here because Atsumu made it happen.

Your eyes return to Atsumu. You see the struggle in his eyes, torn between being silent and still or speaking up and coming to meet you.

When he makes his choice and the gym remains painfully quiet, you turn away and flee the quad.

You’re in the art studio working on your project when Hinata pokes his head in. He calls your name and you look over your shoulder at him. When you don’t tell him to get lost he takes that as his cue to enter.

He shuffles over to your workstation and drops the bag of takeout on the corner. He begins taking out the containers, and with a single whiff you can tell it’s from your favorite restaurant.

You sigh. Hinata has always been a great friend to you, his cheerful and genuine personality sinking its teeth into you the first time you met. Which is why you feel awful even asking your question. But you just need to hear the words come out of his mouth.

“Did you know?”

“No,” he answers. There’s not a trace of offense heard in his voice. “I wouldn’t have nominated you if I did.”

“You nominated me?”

Hinata shrugs, cheeks dusted with pink. His fingers trace the edge of the food container lid.

“I was really excited to see you and Atsumu getting along at the beach,” he confesses. “You were my first friend outside of volleyball that I made when I first came here. So, I was happy that you were coming out of your shell and talking to someone who wasn’t me or a classmate for a project.”

“I guess I am a bit of a hermit,” you say.

“I talked to the guys.” At the mention of his teammates you immediately frown. “They didn’t mean to hurt you. They were really just trying to knock Atsumu down a few pegs, but didn’t think about the aftermath of it all. They all really like you, and Shion especially wants to apologize for hurting your feelings.”

You’ve had a few days to process everything, but that sting of deception still lingers. The handful of times you were around his teammates you never once felt that they were bad people or would want to purposefully hurt you in any way. That’s probably the reason why you feel as sad and disappointed as you do. You really thought you’d found people you could open up to, but all you did was get hurt in the end.

“I’ll think about it,” you say.

Hinata hums, a simple acknowledgement of your choice. Silence lingers for a minute before he blurts out his next sentence.

“I think you should still do the pageant.”

Your brow furrows. “What?”

“Part of it is the popularity vote, but they also judge you on other stuff, too. Like public speaking and hidden talents. Or something like that. I think you could really win.”

“I don’t know, Hinata.”

“C’mon.” He extends the vowel in the way a younger brother might beseech his older sister. “It’ll be tons of fun. And you can’t let your outfit go to waste.”

“Maybe you’re right. I do still have a hair and makeup appointment at the salon.”

You frown, remembering Atsumu’s excitement when he told you. Was he so dead set on winning that he put in this much effort?

“So…” Hinata leans forward, his expressive eyes and orange hair filling up your view inch by inch.

You eye the food beside his elbow. A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as you reach for it.

“Let’s eat first, then I’ll give you my answer.”

Hinata is quick to open up the rest of the containers of food. You chuckle as he begins to shovel food into his mouth. But you’re content to take your time with yours.

Atsumu watches the pageant from the crowd and can’t help think how stunning you are. He’s glad you kept the appointment at the salon, and that the outfit you picked out together fits you to perfection. You look beautiful in a new kind of way. However, seeing you this way also makes him appreciate the you underneath all of the fluff. He’s been missing that version of you for a while now.

He cheers the loudest for you during the talent portion where you demonstrate how to paint a cat with your eyes closed. When you step off the stage he stares at you until you find his gaze. He chances a small wave. The big smile you wear lessens just a fraction, but his heart thunders when you send him a nod in reply.

When Ami is announced the winner he sees the brief flash of disappointment across your eyes. Though you keep a pleasant expression until the ceremony is over. That’s when Atsumu pushes through the crowd to find you behind the stage. But one last obstacle stands in his way of getting to you.

Hinata.

The squirt has his knees bent and arms outstretched like a bird, barring Atsumu from going any further. People glance their way as they pass by. Atsumu chuckles nervously, but Hinata keeps his determined gaze locked onto the setter.

“C’mon, Shoyo. I just wanna talk to her.”

“Uh-uh.” Hinata shakes his head. “Not until she says she wants to talk to you.”

Atsumu huffs, about to argue further when your voice sounds from behind Hinata.

“It’s okay,” you say, placing a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. “I want to talk to him.”

Hinata straightens up, smiling warmly at you. But when he turns to leave he pointedly glares at Atsumu and lets him know, “I’ll be nearby.”

You come to stand next to Atsumu and watch Hinata walk over to a food stall, excitedly drooling over the selection.

“He’s been like that at practice too,” Atsumu tells you.

“You know, that actually makes me feel a little better.”

“I deserve that.”

“You do.”

Atsumu says your name. You both turn to face each other, the first time you’re seeing each other so closely in the last three days. You’re looking at him with an unreadable expression and his heart won’t stop pounding.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says. “I was a different person when I made that bet. I went from girl to girl because I just saw them as a way to have fun or let off some steam. Volleyball has always been the most important thing to me, and I didn’t feel like I had any room in my heart for something serious to share that space with. Until you. You slowly crept your way inside and now I can’t get you out. I don’t want to. I want you to stay. That is…if you want to.”

“I was doing just fine on my own before you plopped yourself right into my life,” you start. “I was content to live the rest of college with Hinata as my only friend. But now you’ve made me realize how scary it is to open up to someone, and how much it hurts when they let you down.”

“I’m—”

You raise a hand to stop him. Atsumu holds his breath. He doesn’t think he can handle what you’re about to say. You’re going to let him down easy. Cast him aside in the most humane way possible despite what he’s done to you. He was dumb, ignorant, and so full of himself when he made that bet. But how can he even face another day without you knowing how much he regrets it? How can he prove to you that he’s changed? That he isn’t the same as before? He’ll grovel if he has to. Hell, he’ll even put on a collar and let you—

“But you’ve also shown me how much more exciting life can be when there’s more people to share it with. And that’s something worth taking a chance on.”

Your voice breaks through his thoughts and Atsumu’s brain comes to a screeching halt. He blinks once. Twice. A third time for good measure to make sure he’s processing your words correctly.

“Yeah?” he asks, his hand tentatively brushing against yours.

“Yeah,” you say.

You slip your fingers in the spaces between Atsumu’s. Your soft skin is warm against his, and he feels like he’s closer to being complete.

Epilogue

After four long years your graduation has finally arrived. You’ve worked so hard to get to this point and are ready to move on to the next chapter of your life.

The ceremony is nearing its end and you crane your neck to where Atsumu is supposed to be sitting with his teammates who’re also graduating. You both decided to sit with your respective friends and then find each other after the ceremony. But now you’ve lost sight of him. How could you, though? He’s supposed to stay seated along with everyone else.

Suddenly, you hear a commotion. You turn and see a familiar shade of bottle blonde hair running down the middle aisle. It’s Atsumu. Only he’s no longer dressed in his cap and gown. No, he’s stripped himself of all his clothes, sans a volleyball clutched between his hands that covers his manly bits, and is now streaking across the auditorium.

There’s raucous laughter and applause from the students. Scandalized gasps sound from the edges of the room where family and friends are seated. Some of the faculty try to catch Atsumu as he dash across the podium, but he’s in far better shape than any of them and easily evades them.

He jumps down and heads back up the opposite aisle he came down. You’re sitting at the edge of your row and can see him making a beeline towards you, a wildly gleeful expression on his face.

“Tsumu, what—”

“Hold this for me, babe?” he asks in a hurried breath, thrusting the volleyball into your hands.

He’s fully exposed now. Your cheeks are hot, burning, as there’s an even bigger uproar from the students. He takes advantage of your stunned state and gives you a quick peck on the lips before dashing away once again.

A line of five men in security uniforms chase after your boyfriend. You hear the heavy auditorium doors fly open as Atsumu makes his escape.

You lean back in your seat, wrapping the volleyball in your arms and holding it close to your chest. You can’t fight the laughter that bubbles out from between your lips.

Atsumu never did tell you what he had to do since he lost the bet. So much time had passed that you thought Shion let him off the hook.

Well, now you know that is not the case at all.

#catalog #wanna bet?#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #romcomcollab #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!!#college!atsumu

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ninibeingdelulu · 3 months

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Silence ✧

Plot: You, one of the nurse of the Task Force 141, take care of his injury.

A/N: Guys— I know I said I’m gonna take a break but this have been in my mind and I wanted to share it with y’all😭 so my final post until exams is gonna be abt kaiser!!

It's been another one of those brutal ops that left the boys of Task Force 141 pretty banged up as usual.

Holed up back at the safe house, you're the only nurse on duty tonight handling their medical needs post-mission.

The door to the makeshift triage bay suddenly kicks open with Lieutenant Ghost himself stalking inside with that icy unreadable vibe he always gives off.

Like he's some sorta apex predator assessing any potential prey in his vicinity even among allies.

With his usual skull baclava, he head toward a chair without a word. Then he just calmly lifts his bloodstained shirt exposing that frighteningly huge, scarred torso built like some kinda walking brick shithouse.

You can't help the nervous gulp escaping as those piercing steel-black eyes bore straight through you standing there frozen.

Sizing you up like some helpless little rabbit ready to be ripped apart by those massive bear-paw mitts clenching fistfuls of shredded fatigues.

Until your medical training finally clicks into autopilot gear catching sight of the nasty bullet graze scorched across his lower abdominal slabs.

Gnarly enough to require patching up judging by the steady trickle still seeping out between those ridges.

You give the subtlest shake snapping out of it then retrieve the first aid kit heading over.

Carefully avoiding those glacial irises still tracking you as you silently kneel before the seated Lieutenant without uttering a word.

Once situated between those tree-trunk thighs you get to work cleaning and disinfecting the jagged wound with the antiseptic wipes.

Ghost barely even flinches when the alcohol solution hits that raw patch of burger meat - dude's an absolute stoic savant when it comes to playing through pain.

At least until you hear the faintest hiss slipping past those clenched jaws when you apply slightly too much pressure against the tender injury.

Instantly you freeze then murmur a hushed apology, letting your touch turn gossamer light yet still effectively cleaning the gash while he stays utterly motionless.

Something about the close proximity between you both suddenly amplifies, like both your heartbeats are syncing up while you focus on meticulously wrapping those sterile bandages around Ghost's midsection.

Even through all that scar-tissue cratering his abdomen you can feel the searing warmth radiating off in pulsating waves.

Against your better judgment you chance a glance upwards to check if everything's still good on his end.

But the second your gaze meets that utterly primal smokey-black stare piercing straight through you, it's like every nerve ending in your body ignites simultaneously.

Those razor-sharp raptor eyes hungrily drink in every subtle shift and flex of your form positioned so vulnerably below him.

Heart thundering against your ribcage now as realization dawns about just how terrifyingly easy it would be for those titanic arms to completely overpower and snap you like a damn twig.

Yet a deeper core-level current also hums between the charged particles gathering unbearably thick in the air around you both too.

Stoking thrills of a different sort pulsing through your veins beyond just the mortal peril his presence typically broadcasts.

By the time you finish securing the gauze wrappings and carefully rise back upright, your throat's gone bone dry.

Forcing you to swallow hard glancing away while reminding him not to overexert. To diligently rest and hydrate sufficiently over the next few recovery days so you don't hafta come redress this all over again.

But the second your back's turned gathering those scattered supplies, you audibly inhale feeling Ghost's furnace-like proximity crowding up against you from behind.

Not overtly threatening yet - rather merely an intoxicatingly heady presence amplifying that strange tension crackling across your hypersensitive nerve endings exquisitely.

Those steel-cable forearms extending across both sides bracketing you in while his ragged whisper ghosts up the nape of your neck with a scorching caress.

"Much obliged, then...for always patching us up good as new, Doc..."

The words alone already skated the boundaries of impropriety.

But coupled with that dangerously carnal subtext rumbling just beneath the surface instantly flash-fried your higher cognitive processes into vapor.

You remained utterly petrified in place absorbing the infinitesimal sensations of his titanium frame pressing so tantalizingly close yet not fully against you while Ghost silently withdrew.

Leaving your entire body combusting from the inside out without another word spoken between you both...

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xmalereader · 8 months

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Moonknight x Shifter! Male Reader

☆— MASTERLIST — ☆

Requested: can i request a fic that's more of a headcannons post than a fic? i really love the way you write the moon knight boys and was wondering how'd they react to a protective shifter!reader who's usually quite calm and reserved(maybe a wolf just for the irony of wolves being sorta synonymous with the moon)? maybe in a world where shifters are starting to be accepted but some people are still jerks. kind of a "three times reader protected the boys and the time they returned the favor" sorta thing. if all three is too much though i totally understand, im okay with just one, your pick. whatever your schedule allows for ❤️ sorry if this is hard to understand it's a fever at 4am kinda night but i couldn't pass up the chance to make a request lul love your writing! hope you're doing well! i wish you good writing thoughts and dexterous typing times 🫡

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Fluff, slight angst, request, Steven is a sweetheart and Jake is scary while Marc is trying, short, headcannons, reader is a shifter, werewolves, society differences.

WC: 1.5k

TAGS: @luci-the-brat-boy

NOTES: I apologize for the long wait on making this request I’ve been busy on my end but I’ve finally got the time to get these completed! Thank you for enjoying my moonknight shots, writing these characters can be a bit tricky since they all have different personalities but I was able to make it work! I did make a few changes so hopefully it’s still good!

Shifters were still new to society and not many have grown used to them due to the fear of getting hurt one day if they were to shift in front of them and perhaps hurt them or kill them. Each shifter was different and due to their existence, laws were established in order to keep a balance between shifters and none shifters, but the laws didn’t really stop the hate that some people carried for them.

Steven Grant:

Steven didn’t think he’d end up dating a shifter, let alone one who shifts into a wolf the size of a car. He was shy at first since he was new to the whole shifting when it came towards his partner.

After a few dates Y/n grew comfortable in showing Steven his new form, taking things slow with the man since he was always so nervous around him until months of dating he’s grown used to him. Steven had also told Y/n about his DID and about Marc and Jake, giving him very little information about them expecting his partner to pry for more information only to reassure him that he doesn’t have to force himself.

After their confession they continued on with their dating life like normal. Until Y/n started to notice the way that Steven is treated at the museum, each time he paid him a visit he noticed how rude his manager was being to him, making him growl in anger by how to orders Steven around and makes him do the extra work while she sits back and does nothing.

Y/n knew how much Steven loved his job, but there were times that he couldn’t help but interfere with the situation.

It didn’t take long for him to track down Steven's mangers and corner them in an empty hallway, whispering them threats on treating their employees with respect and to not treat them as slaves, frightening the poor women.

“Treat them like slaves again and I’ll hunt you down on the next full moon.”

Lets just say that Steven stopped receiving bad treatment after that which only left him a bit confused and oblivious to the matter.

Y/n was always protective of Steven due to his innocence and oblivious state at times. Every time someone looked at him wrong or stopped his ancient Egypt mid rant he’d slowly turn to the person to give them the stink eyes as if saying, “how dare you stop him from talking about what he loves?!”

He had scary dog privileges…literally.

The first time that Steven actually lost it was when one of their neighbors caught Y/n coming back home from a full moon with Steven next to him. His wolf form looking a little smaller as he padded next to him quietly and tried to regain his thoughts after last nights events only for their snotty neighbor to step out into the hall and scold Steven for keeping a “mutt” around.

Y/n was close to turning around and snapping his jaws at the neighbor in order to scare them only for Steven to step in between them while glaring at the man angrily. Steven was already tired from chasing after his partner through the streets and making sure he wasn’t causing any trouble all night and his neighbors comment was his last straw.

The shifter had never seen Steven so upset, using every cuss word he knows to call the neighbor out, pointing a finger at him and jabbing them in the chest. It caught both shifter and neighbor by surprise until Steven finally cooled down and opens their door to allow them inside.

Once inside Steven slams the door behind him and leans his back against it with his face buried in his hands. Y/n had approached Steven slowly, still a small wolf and whining softly to get the man’s attention only for Steven to drop his hands and look at his partner in horror.

“Did I just do that? Oh god I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Steven had never blown up like that before that even he was surprised by his outburst that night.

Marc Spector:

Marc wanted to scold Leon for picking a shifter as a boyfriend. Marc didn’t hate shifters he just didn’t know much about them to actually trust them yet, so when he finds out that Steven got himself a shifter of a boyfriend he couldn’t help but be a bit cautious around him.

Y/n didn’t spend much time around Marc since the man refused to be around him when it was his turn to take over the body. The shifter wanted to ignore him and let him do as he wanted, only to end up following Marc secretly whenever he went out.

The two didn’t get along quiet yet, but Y/n is still overprotective of the two of them. Yes, they share the same body but he can’t help but feel like he needs to be there to protect them both.

Only Marc doesn’t need protection he knows how to take care of himself and stick up for others, so the first few times he caught Marc being defensive or fighting back he couldn’t help but find the man quiet attractive.

Marc was perhaps the one who could actually make him blush whenever they spent time together back in Steven’s flat. Even when Marc returned back home stressed and upset, Y/n already knew how to help the man distress by shifting into his wolf form and lying on his back across Marc’s lap and letting the man scratch his belly or bury his face into his warm fur while groaning in frustration as if someone would do to a pillow. Y/n enjoyed cuddling with Marc during his full moons when he’s stuck in his wolf form for long hours of the night.

Y/n was in the cities office when he was first called out for being a shifter while renewing his passport due to Marc wanting to take them on a trip. A few strangers were waiting around for their turn and due to Y/n being a shifter he was first priority since he went through a longer process in getting a renewal which pissed off a lot of people.

Only for Marc to shout at them to shut up and reminding them the laws between humans and shifters and how not everything is fair between them, giving them a deadly glare that made them back off.

Y/n can’t help but crack a small smile when hearing Marc’s words as he focused on his passport renewal.

Jake Lockely:

It was harder for Y/n to get along with Jake since he acted like the silent but deadly brother between the three. He found Jake intimidating that he was perhaps the first person to actually make him tuck his tail between his legs.

Jake didn’t need protection and Y/n knew that since he’s seen the man beat another human to near death until he stopped him from going to far. Y/n didn’t know about Jake until one night when he noticed a change of smell in Steven and Marc’s scent, realizing that they weren’t the only ones.

Jake was suppose to be a secret, hiding in the shadows as he watched over Marc and Steven. Only the cab driver didn’t really need to protect them since they had a shifter by their side, but that didn’t mean Jake couldn’t keep an eye on him too.

Their first night together was awkward for them since Jake rarely spoke and Y/n was too afraid to ask him questions without getting the man angry. It didn’t take long for Jake to notice this that he finally decides to speak up, asking questions that’ll get him closer to the shifter.

They only spent time together during late nights when Steven and Marc are sleeping and Jake is able to take full control. Giving Y/n a chance to join him on his nightly trips and sitting next to him on the passenger seat while talking.

It didn’t take long for Jake to warm up to the shifter, not realizing that Jake had added him to his list of people to protect. Even though Y/n can shift into a large wolf, big enough to kill anyone on sight, Jake still decided to take the roll of taking care of the shifter too.

Y/n first witnessed Jake defending him when he was helping a man into the cab from a club, drunk off his ass while the shifter gets him inside the back seat. What he didn’t realize was the group of men lurking around the club, clearly drunk as they whistled at him, trying to get his attention which he ignored.

That was until one of them had the balls to slap his ass filling him with shock and ready to strike the man down, but when turning around Jake was already doing that for him.

Jake was filled with rage as he slams his fist into the man’s face over and over again. The others tried to pry Jake off, but he was faster than them, kicking their asses and forcing them on their knees and apologizing to the shifter.

Y/n could only stare at Jake with wide eyes as the men whimpered out their apologizes to him.

#male reader #moonknight x male reader #steven grant x male reader #Steven Grant #marc spector x male reader #Marc Spector #Jake lockely x male reader #jake lockley #moonknight #shifter male reader #shifter #au #headcanons

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sturncrazy · 9 months

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LIFE OF THE PARTY PRT 2 🔥ish

- Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

- KINDA smutty 16+

- warnings: uhh making out heavily and a little rough. and some touching whatnot. oh also language.

- authors note: this one’s a tad smut, so if that’s not your vibe, don’t read it. AH OK nervous to post this one but here!

- word count: 1,516 w

summary: you and chris, your least favorite person ever, end up getting sent to 7 minutes in heaven after the game of spin the bottle does not go in your favor…but things between the two of you escalate.

oh and here’s part one of u didn’t read

and part three for when ur done!

You moved in and the door was immediately slammed behind you by another player.

“OKAY YOU TWO 7 minutes starts now…don’t do anything stupid” they chuckled

You stood shoulder to shoulder with chris, both of your backs against the wall, completely unsure of what to do. The room was dark except for the small sliver of light pouring in through the crack in the door. You stole a glance at Chris and could only barely make out his features in the darkness. The silence became too much for you so you cleared your throat hoping any sound would be enough to inspire at least something.

“D’worry.” Chris started, still not looking in your direction. “I’m not actually excepting anything to happen in here.”

“Oh…okay. yeah no me too” you fibbed wiping your sweating palms on your skirt. guess it really was just you who’d read something into that last kiss. stupid. there was another silent pause before he muttered.

“I knew you’d be scared shitless of 7 minutes in heaven anyways”

“what’d you say?”

“nothing…just that i knew you’d never actually do this sorta thing when people weren’t watching you….judging you. not capable of having fun, remember?” He said sarcastically actually looking at you for the first time

“seemed like you were having fun during that last kiss” you taunted with a sudden flood of guts

“Wha—well—guess i’m just a good kisser” he fumbled. had you actually managed to to make chris nervous?

“yeah sure that’s what it was” you mocked

“we’ll i’m sorry a little spin the bottle make out was too hot and heavy for you to handle. pardon me, miss vanilla…probably saving yourself for marriage or some shit”

“vanilla? please you wouldn’t even be able to handle me if you tried” you snapped, immediately being shocked by your own words. The tension in the room was electric. You could hear Chris’s breathing sharpen as he processed your statement. He swallowed loudly in a moment of quiet before responding.

“you’re wrong.” he said flatly.

“huh?” you mumbled, still mulling over your own statement from earlier.

“i said, you’re wrong. I could handle you”

you felt your mouth go dry and you heart start racing as you turned to look at him in the barely there light. he wet his lips with his tongue before chewing on his lower lip as he continued to stare at the floor, his chest rising and falling quickly. your mind was speeding, but one thing was clear. you wanted him. badly. maybe even needed him. and this was the only chance you might get.

“prove it” you challenged staring at him. he turned to look at you finally, his eyes wide. his mouth dropped open slightly looking for something to say, but apparently coming up short. you reveled in this new found sense of power. you had him in the palm of your hand.

“I said, prove it” you stated again, calmly.

Chris’s eyes searched yours for a second desperately before you grabbed a fistful of his shirt fabric and pulled him in to you. your lips smashed together in a passionate kiss before pulling apart, stopping with your faces inches apart from each other, breathing heavily. you waited wanting to give him the next move. he didn’t disappoint. he pushed his lips back against yours and slammed your body up against the other side of the wall, grabbing at your waist hungrily. You were taken aback by this sudden aggressive side of him. It was hot to feel how needy he suddenly was for you. You let in a sharp inhale at the feeling of him lightly biting down and pulling at your bottom lip, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into your open mouth. one of his cold hands slid up higher to the space of your waist between your skirt and top to the exposed part of your skin, gripping at your warm flesh sending shivers down your spine. as the other held the side of your face and neck in place all the while exploring your mouth with his tongue.

You ran your hands up his chest and around his neck to the back of his hair. You felt his breathing unsteady at the new sensation, which made you wrap your fingers through the locks of his hair and pull slightly. He let out a small groan into your mouth that made you feel heat start to form between your legs. But you couldn’t let him know what he was doing to you just yet. you pulled away from his lips just enough to whisper to him

“still no fun, chris?”

“Shut up and keep kissing me” he growled back. you obliged immediately, latching back onto his lips. he ran a hand down past your skirt to your thigh, gripping it tightly. It sent fireworks through your body and you let out a small pathetic whimper. he chuckled at this a little before pushing your hair behind your shoulder with his other hand, giving him access to your neck. he squeezed your thigh so tight it stung as he moved his mouth to your neck. He left sloppy wet kisses all over the most sensitive parts of your vulnerable skin making you moan again and pull at his hair, impossibly trying to bring him closer to your body. hearing your apparent enthusiasm only made chris want more and he began to bite and suck just above your collarbone.

This was too much for you to handle and the space between your legs cried for some sort of friction to ease your desperation. you rolled your hips forward, the one leg still in his grip now slightly wrapped around him, bringing your lower halves slack together and pushed against him harshly. you felt chris’s body shudder against you and the hot air of him gasping against your neck.

“fuck. don’t do that” He said freezing against your skin, not moving.

“what?” you breathed out, still focused on mainly trying to satisfy your own torturous build up, pushing up slightly against him again.

He sucked through his teeth hissing at your movement before shooting up to face you, grabbing your jaw.

“I said. Don’t fucking do that again” he repeated looking distressed. you felt a smirk start to creep across your face as you realized the effect you were having on him.

“Chris don’t tell me just a little kissing got you all hot and bothered” you taunted not breaking eye contact

“fuck you y/n” he said not moving. you slowly leaned back in to kiss him gently, your hips now against the wall a safe gap between the two of you. He kissed you back, seemingly falling for your sudden act of innocence. you started to slip your hands from around his neck down his chest lowering them slowly down his stomach towards his hips. He let out a small whine. you moved one hand past his waistband and down to his clothed crotch, immediately feeling his painfully hard length pressing against his jeans.

“nnggh oh god” he groaned at slight touch of your hand. you fake gasped as you teased

“chris are you hard for me already” against his lips. he let out a strained half laugh

“I hate you” he rasped

“that’s not what it feels like to me” you said softly as you started to palm him lightly through his pants.

“oh fuck” he moaned as he collapsed slightly against you, burying his head into the crook of your neck breathing heavily. His dick strained and throbbed through the layers of restricting fabric against your hand.

“ALRIGHT LAST MINUTE GUYS” a voice shouted from outside the door, reality checking you. You began to pull your hand away and chris latched his onto your wrist.

“don’t stop y/n” he snarled. you made a fake yawn sound planning it painfully cool as you teased him yet again.

“sorryyy times up chris. guess you couldn’t handle it” you said pushing him off of you and toying with a bracelet on your wrist. without warning he grabbed your wrists swiftly with one hand, slamming your hands above your head and kissed you heavily again. he pulled back still restraining you

“oh i can handle you any day, baby” he said before moving his free hand up the inner part of one of your thigh. he stared into your eyes and he slowly slid his fingers up higher to your desperate heat. Finally he reached the thin lacey fabric of your thong covering you. you pathetically moaned again, finally being touched where your body was screaming with need. he rubbed gently against your hardly covered folds. and let out a chuckle.

“fucking soaked for me already and i didn’t even have to do anything”

“sh-shut up chris” you struggled to get out. he let out a small laugh again.

“please if i had you in here for just a little while longer i’d have you screaming my name in minutes” he said before pulling off you just in time for the door to swing open.

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uhhh so what we thinking….actual smut part three?

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bobbydagen24 · 7 months

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some Head Cannons about Bro zone inspired by the fact literally everyone else has been doing these posts lol.

I think Floyd and Clay would end up trying to live with Branch in the Bunker but would find it too hard for multiple reasons one being Branch actually has loud night terrors often. that no one knows about but its actually one of the reasons why he still chooses to live so far away from everyone else in the village and Floyd and Clay are kept awake at nights just hearing him loudly screaming and shouting.

and one on occasion when they did try to wake him it resulted in Branch springing up and attacking them throwing one of them to the ground and pulling a weapon out of his Hair and nearly hitting them with it until Branch finally snapped out of it and realised where he was.

kinda helping Floyd and Clay realise for the first time how deeply affected Branch is by his past to the point he's still on such High alert even in his own home.

2. whenever Bro zone have any sort of arguments even if their not 100 percent serous and just mostly petty sibling Banter Branch still gets visibly afraid.

and nervous maybe even trying to defuse the situation but his voice and body language making it clear he's genuinely nervous which actually stops the other bros in their tracks.

and they try to reassure him the family isn't breaking up and its just normal sibling banter but regardless Branch isn't able to tell the difference between serous family shattering arguments and just normal day to day sibling banter.

so the bros try and make it more clear in the future that their just mostly joking around as opposed to seriously fighting amongst each other.

3. John Dory used to be a pretty social party animal but after spending over 20 years traveling with just Rhonda for company he's actually a pretty anti social person now.

tho he doesn't like to admit it and he tries to put on the persona of the social party animal in front of his Brothers he actually finds big crowds and meeting new people to be super stressful.

4. Bruce gained most of his extra weight in the immediate aftermath of his and JDs big fight as he stress ate for quite a while afterwards tho in present day he tries to hide this fact to avoid making JD feel bad since he can tell he's genuinely changed since then.

5. Floyd would be the one to try and encourage his Brothers to actually talk about their more negative feelings towards each other meanwhile the others just want to leave it as they are seem to be doing fine in present day.

and they don't want to bring up the uncomfortable stuff from the past again but Floyd would think its healthy that they do so.

6. if/when Branch and Poppy do get engaged each of the Bros will be excitedly waiting in anticipation to see which of them Branch picks to be his best man and Teasing each other over it.

only for Branch to shatter their Dreams when he announces that he's chosen Gary to be his best man ( this HC assumes that Gary gets added to the movie cannon at some point ).

and his bros are all weirded out and confused and some of them even think its just a Joke at first but when it becomes clear he isn't Joking.

some of them even sorta angrily confront Branch on how he could choose a friggin Remote Control over any of them only for Branch to cut the none serous casual attitude he'd had up to this point and tell them.

that yes he knows Gary is an inanimate object but he's been a more consistent comfort in his life than any of them ever have and well its his wedding so if they can't accept that then he doesn't want them there.

7. Branch would be a little bit resentful about the fact that Bruce went off and started a new family forgetting all about him while he waited for all of them to come back over the years.

he wouldn't outright tell him this due to fear of stirring the pot amongst the family when they've only just gotten things back on track.

but it'd end up coming out one way or another and Bruce would show a bit of growth and actually be understanding of why Branch would feel this way Rather than judging him for it.

meanwhile JD would would say he also felt pretty hurt by this only for Bruce to casually brush it off since he really doesn't give a crap if it hurt John's ego 😂😂😂😂

#trolls #trolls branch #dreamworks trolls #trolls brozone #trolls dreamworks #branch #branch trolls #brozone #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls hc #trolls headcanons #Trolls Branch #Trolls Bro zone #Trolls Brozone #Trolls HC #Trolls Headcannons

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babybluebex · 6 months

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my latest dom “fantasy,” whatever you wanna call it, has been ur the actor who plays niece elise in the holdovers and you two like each other when filming but since your part is small you don’t see each other till a streaming of the movie when you reconnect. 🤗

oh my god stop the presses this is CUTE

you're kinda joking together and laughing inbetween takes, but you're both nervous because you have to kiss and neither of you have ever done that before (kissed other people, yes, but on screen, for the whole world to see, never) but dom's a sweetheart and you do the scene and it goes off without a hitch, and you're maybe a little disappointed when alexander payne says they got the shot they needed and that you don't need to do it again

and like yeah, you're only on set for like 1 day, and you managed to follow dom on instagram but like sorta forgot about him inbetween filming and release time?? like you both got busy and just, whatever, but then the movie comes out and at first seems like it's just gonna be any other movie, you still post pictures from set on your instagram and celebrate it, and, for the first time since meeting him, dom comments on your post "so much fun, if you're ever around my way, text me" and you're like ⁉️

and you shoot off a dm at him, sorta like "hey i was finally able to watch the whole movie and you did really good" and he texts back like "aw thanks, that's really sweet" and you ask "back then, you lived in massachusetts, where are you now?" and he says "i'm in philly right now for school, but i'm taking spring semester off, so i'll probably go back to jersey with my mom"

and you start talking like every day then, now that the door is open you can't stop, he's always sending you memes and telling stories, and you send him memes about HIM as you watch him become the new it boy (and maybe you're a little jealous bc he was YOUR boy first, he was YOUR little secret, but not so much anymore), and THEN the movie starts to get acclaim?? and it looks like it might be something more than some movie you made a few years ago for a single day?? it's turning into something bigger than that?? all your friends at uni knew that you were in the movie and had gone and seen it and teased you about the kiss, but now you're getting stopped by strangers on the way to lecture and asked about the movie?? like wtf!!

and you and dom are steady texting every day like "DUDE" "DUDE I KNOW", and it starts getting awards buzz, all the best actor and best supporting actress and breakthrough actor and everything is WILD, and you're always texting him to congratulate him winning this award or that award, and you slowly start to realize. oh shit i have a crush on him. oh fuck i'm whipped for this guy.

and the day the oscars nominees are announced, you're in lecture, and your phone starts ringing and yelling at you, and your lecturer is like "do you need to take that?" and you sorta laugh "no, whatever it is, it can wait..." and you finally dig your phone out of your bag and see it's dom wanting to video call?? which doesn't happen often, for as famous of an actor as he is now, he hates seeing himself on camera and even if you do video call, his camera is off most the time, so for HIM to initiate a video call is VERY bizarre "... actually, sir, i do need to take this, i'm sorry"

and you go in the hall and answer the call, and dom is yknow DOM, messy frizzy hair and his shirt on backwards and he's frantic, and you're like "did you just wake up, what's going on??" and he says "have you seen yet?!" "seen what??" "jesus christ, i can't fucking believe this—" "dominic, what's going on?" "holdovers has been nominated for best picture at the oscars"

and you black out for a second and snap back in and you're like "we're WHAT"

and dom says "what're you doing on march 10th?? can you come to the oscars?? do you even want to??" "yeah i'd love to, but i-i need to get to LA, and i need a dress, and i need a date—" "how about me? i'll take you"

and when you reunite in los angeles for the oscars, it's the first time you've seen him in the flesh in like nearly 2 years, but you run to him and hug him, and he hugs you back, and it's such a happy moment and you can't believe that this is your life

and all night, people are complimenting your dress and your hair and makeup, and dom won't stop trying to get people to pay attention to you, he's in a little interview on the carpet and he's asked who his date is, and he grabs you by the hips "my wonderful costar, she played elise in the movie" and everybody has the same reaction, they hear your character's name and then stare at you for a second until it clicks "oh! you did so good in the movie!!"

and dom is so nervous and anxious all night, he sorta joked "i know we won't win, there's no shot in hell, oppenheimer's gonna win, so why am i nervous??" and you hold his shaking hands in yours and try to calm him as much as possible, but cameras catch you holding hands and the way he whispers in your ear to talk to you, and like HALFWAY through the show, your friends sends you a link to a variety article that mentions the best dressed at the awards, and dom is on there, and the little text blurb under his picture says "sessa is attending the show with his girlfriend and costar" and your friend is like "GIRLFRIEND??" and you're like "wait" and apparently everybody online has mistaken your physical closeness for a relationship, and you show dom during a commercial break just to be like "oh haha look at this, they think we're dating"

and he hits you with the "are we not?" "what do you mean 'are we not'?" "i mean, i thought... i thought we've been dating for a while. i've been telling people all night that you're my girl" and you shiver with delight at how casually he says his girl, but like "you thought... well, when would we have started dating?" "you remember a few months ago, the conversation we had about how, like, i'm bad at relationships and you don't like commitment, and i said i'd try to be better and you said you'd try to commit to someone? i thought that was us agreeing to start dating"

and like shit yeah you DO remember that conversation, it was like 3am and you were on facetime for HOURS that night and you're like "oh! well... yeah, that can be it." and dom's like "sooo.... does that mean i can kiss you?" and it's a gentle, soft kiss, just like your first one so long ago

and that night, you reunite with paul and da'vine (who you had met in passing on set), and towards the end of the night, da'vine sends you a photo she took on her phone of you and dom, holding each other, foreheads touching, giggling together, and you hard launch your shit on instagram with that picture "we may not have won best picture, but i won best boyfriend <3"

#bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa x reader #i got carried away lmao

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arrowsperpetualcringe · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/arrowsperpetualcringe/716483661130874880/hehehehehe Hoe does Mario meet Knight!Luigi?

Hi hey hello omg someone's actually asking about this au---

I'm panicking for no reason but also I'm so excited and so happy to share!!!

So, tbh, there's no need for Knight!Luigi and Mario to "meet", and by that I mean--- Luigi and Mario were never seperated and they already know eachother.

Luigi's whole deal, and the reason he was able to become a knight in the first place, is that he kinda... just sorta moved out.

Let me explain: He in this au, Luigi of course loves Mario dearly, that's his twin brother, his main man, his bestfriend, his homeslice breadslice dog. However, after retrieving some subpar treatment, he decided to seperate from Mario, and go his own little journey of self discovery. He's never been apart from Mario. And though he's scared, he's terrified even, he wants to know who he's capable of being on his own. So he leaves to go journey, Mario of course wishes him good luck, but is SO fucking nervous something bad will happen to him and encourages him to write him.

(More Backstory under cut cause this post is looooong)

Most of his journey is fine, and well and good, until he gets dundundunnn caught by Bowser. (For the purposes of this au, let's imagine that Kamek freed and unshrunken him post Mario Movie)--- So, he catches Luigi to get revenge, but at this point he's developed a bit more of a backbone and some serious skills to defend himself, so he almost escapes the castle, but is stopped by Bowser himself, who--- in a twist of fate is impressed by his skill.

Basically the interaction that follows goes "Ayo I'll let you live if you work for me" "I'm still very terrified of you so bet" (ofc he's plotting to return the whole while, but needs to find a time when it's safe)

So now mans lives in the castle with Bowser, and he gets training to really hone his skills--- they gradually get used to eachother, and since this is a Bowuigi centric au, yall already know the deal fr.

SORRY I got SO incredibly sidetracked, but since I already wrote all this I ain't deleting it--- to get to the core of the question---

If Mario were to ever meet Luigi in his knight formmmm hmmm.

If he were to meet while Luigi was doing some on duty shit with Bowser watching, he'd have to resort to going completely nonverbal to avoid being recognized--- in my very first post about Knight!Luigi he can avoid being recognized as his usual self by switching from an italian accent to a brooklyn one, but--- seeing as Mario knows his brother, and knows his voice, he'd recognize either one. This would probably give off an impression of a really intimidating, serious and skilled Knight to the opposition, when really Weggy just tryna to avoid being recognized---

If they just happened to cross paths with no eyes on them, Luigi would shed the mask SO fucking quick and give him a hug. Though, since Luigi has risen through the ranks and became very known as someone to be feared in his persona, this would leave Mario both very relieved, and VERY confused.

and uuuuh

yeah that's it.

OH wait

One more thing.

In this au, Luigi's Knight persona is just known as "Knight Guy"

everyone assumes he's a really weird shy guy and no one bats a fucking eye FOEJROFEJROJ

TL;DR: They'd most likely meet in a battlefield. If on duty, they just sorta,,, duke it out (Luigi will refuse to hurt Mario though) If off duty, hug time.

#ask #super mario bros #smb #mario bros #mario movie #smb au #bowuigi #<- mentioned #luigi #mario #bowser #shyguy luigi #shy guy #Knight!Luigi #my art #digital art

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This is kinda a request but can you do a Luke Hughes reader where he cheats on his gf with the leader because he found out he loves the reader but while him and the reader are doing the naughty his gf comes in and catches them

“wrong”

luke hughes x f!reader

warnings: cheating with reader, profanity, sex (sorta)

i tried to be more angsty than usual so i hope u guys like this

you knew from day one it was wrong. the way you looked at him, you knew it wasn’t right. the jittery feeling you felt in your stomach whenever he was around, it wasn’t the feeling that you were supposed to be feeling, it was supposed to be hers.

before you even realized it, your life became consumed. you were obsessed to say the least. always checking her instagram for new posts with him, or checking if the ‘<3’ highlight was still up on her page. the very first story on that highlight being dated all the way back to 25 weeks ago, the day you met him at the beginning of the semester at a party. you and luke grew close over first semester, so close you developed feelings for him, but he wasn’t yours. you stupidly set him up with a girl on your floor around october, and now they’re dating.

but the day you really messed up, was when you got so intoxicated that you somehow ended up in lukes bed, and that was last week. and that’s exactly where you are right now.

as luke’s lips melt into yours, he begins to unclip you bra from underneath your shirt. he pulls it out from under the tight fitting shirt hugging your skin perfectly, tossing it onto the floor behind him. your hands find their way up and under his shirt, tugging on part of it letting him know to remove it. he parts his lips from yours as he removes his top, while you do the same.

luke pauses unbuckling his belt to admire your body, making you blush and giggle nervously.

“you’re so pretty baby, you know that?”

“oh stop luke, you’re making me nervous,” you chuckle. luke smiles and leans back in to continue kissing you before breaking to finish taking his belt off. once all the clothing is removed, luke readjusts you both so that he’s above you while you’re laying flat on the bed. he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, and leaves a few hickeys on your breasts. as he’s rolling the condom on, the door knob twists open and a shriek fills the small space.

“what the fuck luke!” she exclaims as she storms out of the door room. luke bolts out of his bed and puts as much clothing on as he can in a short amount of time, before running down the hallway chasing after his girlfriend. still in shock, you redress yourself in the now quiet and empty dorm room. the small polaroid of him and his girlfriend sitting on his desk reminds you that this is for the better, and that you guys should have never been in the position you were just in a few minutes ago.

as you slip quietly out of his dorm room, you see a distressed luke leaning against the wall. you attempt to slip past him unnoticed, but a hand grabs yours, spinning you around. you look up at luke and sigh. you know that you shouldn’t feel the way you do, but it’s like the whole world stops spinning when he looks at you.

“i’m sorry. i should’ve broken up with her ages ago,” he says lowly, clearly disappointed with himself.

“it’s not me you should be apologizing to luke,” you state.

“yes it is, i never even cared about her. i always wanted you, i just realized that way too late. you think it’s a coincidence that i see you everyday on my way to class while you come back from the gym? or that we just so happen to shop at the same bagel place? hell y/n, you make me so crazy that i just couldn’t deal with the chase any longer, so i kept mia around. which i regret, knowing now that it wasn’t just a one sided thing with you”

“luke, this isn’t right. i’m disgusted with myself, i knew what i was doing. we can’t be together, it’s wrong. at least not this soon, we have to think about mia,” you sigh.

“okay, then i’ll wait. i’ll wait for you, because i love you y/n. i know you think i’m crazy for saying that, but it’s true. seeing the way you care about everyone more than yourself, or how you’re not afraid to be the loudest one cheering in the stands, or even how you dance under the club lights, it makes me fall even more in love with you,” luke says, grabbing your free hand and intertwining it with his.

although your heart is swelling at his words, a sharp pain is stinging throughout your heart at the same time.

“luke, you don’t mean tha-“ you begin to say, but he cuts you off. “i do y/n, i do mean it. please just let me wait for you, i’ll do it anyways even if you tell me not to. i don’t care if we’re ‘wrong,’ it’s you that i want, and i know that.”

a tear slips down your cheek, knowing that you so desperately want to pull him in for a kiss and call him yours, but you know you can’t. “luke, we’re wrong. just give me time, and that doesn’t mean i’ll one hundred percent come back to you, but there’s a chance, okay?”

luke’s pursed lips turn into a sorrow grin, and he nods his head quickly. “okay, anything. anything you want, you have it.”

—

and luke really did mean those words, he meant every single one.

as you’re resting your head on his chest, feeling his breaths slow as he begins to fall into a calm rest, you say something that you’ve been dying to say for awhile now, “i love you too, luke.”

“what? i didn’t say i love you, i mean i do but-“

“i know. it’s from last year, the words i left unsaid. i’m saying them now, because i love you too,” you say softly, still feeling luke’s breathing pattern against your cheek. his lips brush against the top of your head, making you smile.

“well, in that case, i love you more.”

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Harry waves at the camera and smiles. We’re behind the camera, ready to interview him about his second album. We laugh at how nervous he looks, him being an international rockstar since he was sixteen, it was kinda weird seeing him shy away.

Harry laughs with us before clearing his throat. “Are we rolling?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles! I’m here to give never before information about my second album!” Harry states.

Our interviewer, Samara shakes his hand before asking the twenty-eight year old questions

“First and foremost, How are you Harry?”

“I’m good! How are you?”

“I’m great! Thanks for asking. How’s the wife and kids? You and YN recently had another little one, yeah?”

“We did! As of now, starting this video he’s four months! He’s definitely a happy little fellow. Obviously my wife is amazing. She’s a super hero in my opinion. She takes care of the house and the kids like it’s nothing. She’s a great mom.”

“Is it crazy how much she still the most amazing woman in the world in your eyes?! That’s how I am with my wife. No one can compare. Even after years of marriage.”

Harry chuckles. “Yeah! She’s the greatest woman of all time. I still get butterflies when I’m around her.”

“I’m the same way! Before we talk about the album, how is she handling tour? I know by the time this video releases, you’ll be back to touring. How do you both balance your relationship and you being away from your family?”

“It’s hard, yeah! But we manage it. We’ve had so much to work on before Fine Line was released. With our marriage almost falling apart, I had to build trust again before going on tour.”

“That makes sense. Let’s talk about the saddest song on the album, falling. You have stated previously that was the first song you wrote for Fine Line. Where was your head at when you wrote falling.”

Harry sighs. “It was one day when YN and I met up for coffee. This was before I packed my bags and went to Japan. I tried to reason with her, get her to understand I was gonna get help so we’d be a family again. She kinda just told me we needed space. After, I got drunk off my ass and continued to party, every single day. I’d wake up in some hotel room, no memory of the night before. I thought my marriage had been over and I was the only person to blame. Finally, after a friend basically told me to get my shit together and get my wife back, I immediately packed up a bag and left. I had to for the sake of my family. Falling is about me coming to terms with my mistakes. It’s about me owning up to me being a shit husband to the woman who’d been there for me before the fame. I hated what I saw in the mirror, the things I’ve done, the people I’ve cheated on my wife with, I was disgusted in myself. It’s a song about self reflection!”

“You and YN have been through so much, a lot of fans feel like she’s to blame in your relationship almost ending as well. We know you’ve made it very clear that she had nothing to do with the split. And in your song Golden, you sorta open up about how imperfect you are, begging for forgiveness. What we wanna know is, was it the first song you let your wife hear?”

“No! The first song I showed her was Cherry.”

“Interesting! What made you want to show her that particular song?”

“Jealousy? It was mostly a manipulation tactic to try and win her back. A friend of ours had posted a photo of her laughing and enjoying herself with another man. I thought nothing of it at first, but as time went on, she was seen with him more and more. This only made me feel like she was moving on. I was angry! I went home, cried, got drunk, and started scribbling down the lyrics to Cherry. At first it was me spewing out some pretty hateful words, jeff was the one to tell me this was absolutely insane and I’d lose her forreal if I released it. Deep down I knew he was right I re-wrote the song. I sent it to her after I recorded it. She didn’t talk to me for two weeks. I knew I had fucked up once more. I was trying to make her feel guilty about moving on, if she did, when I was the one who cheated and lied. I re-wrote the song again around the two weeks we haven’t talked, in came cherry. The final touch was so much better than the two originals. She loved it and cried. I think that’s how we kinda got back together and went to couples therapy.”

“So, where did Golden come from, exactly?”

“We’d been in therapy for a little while. Maybe two months? YN was still very hesitant with our relationship. She kept pushing me away more and more. I didn’t blame her! I knew I needed to gain her trust back. After all, I cheated on her for six years! Golden is my song, really. It’s about me coming to terms with possibly losing my wife. I write about the separation of our marriage and how if she were to divorce me, I’d just have to accept in being alone and having a broken heart. I tell her she’s still the light of my life but i would understand if she decided enough was enough.”

“The next sad track would be to be so lonely. Is that also a song where you’re accepting who you are and what you did?”

“Sorta? I think it’s more so me being exactly what the song states, an arrogant asshole who couldn’t even apologize for his actions. I thought back to our marriage the last few years and how idiotic I truly was. I was constantly coming home drunk, smelling like another woman, not really giving a single fuck I was a husband and a father and my wife and kids should come first. I thought about the situation I was in that particular moment. I’m sleeping in a hotel, my wife and kids are home without me, I had been selfish asshole. I felt like I didn’t deserve her forgiveness.”

“Now, lights up and she are kinda giving me the reflective of your cheating habit. Is that where you’re going with that?”

“She is about my abuse to partying and who I’d become when I did party and get drunk everyday. I knew I had a problem. I wouldn’t call myself an alcoholic but, I wasn’t acting like myself. The ‘She’ I’m referring to is the partying and drinking. I would go to bed and wake up not remembering a single fuck about what happened the night before. I’d take my kids to school, go to a ‘friends’ house, get super fucking drunk, go out clubbing, and somehow wake up in my bedroom next to my wife. I’d pretend I was at work, recording more music with the boys, but she always knew I was full of shit. Lights Up is about the cheating. The girls I was sleeping with, they’d occasionally call here and there, having new numbers after I blocked them, asking to hook up again. At this moment YN and I were doing so much better! We weren’t sleeping in the same bed again, but she let me come back home with her and the kids. I wasn’t gonna mess that up. I wrote that for the world to hear, especially the women who I would sneak around with, letting them know I’m not going back to the man who mentally abused his wife. I’m a new man! I’m all about my family. Basically me killing any relationships I had with them. Letting them go into the light!”

“What was the next track you wrote for fine line?”

“That would be treat people with kindness believe it or not. It was a fun little song! Payton was only three at the time and me and her mom were teaching her about kindness! It started off as just a little humming. Eventually the lyrics came together. We all want our kids to be better than us, I want all three of my children to not make the same mistake I’ve made when they get older. Teaching them to treat people with kindness no matter how old or where you are, it’s important. It was just a fun little song for my babies.”

“Wow! That’s very beautiful, Harry! What do you say to the parents that are out there trying to same tactic but feeling like they’re not getting through?”

“Keep on teaching them about kindness! As parents, we all have that sinking feeling that we’re not doing enough or we’re failing a parents. In the end, children are human, they’ll make mistakes! This doesn’t make you a bad parent or a failure. We just teach them right from wrong. Once they learn, all will be good. I promise.”

“Would canyon moon be about you moving back home?”

“No, actually. It’s about moving back into my wife’s heart. It’s about me being gone and absent from her heart for too long. It’s basically her point of view. She tells me how she feels one night, like truly feels! How she felt like I’d broken her heart to tiny little pieces but I’m slowly building my way back in. She actually gives me the lyrics to the song. YN words were ‘It feels like you’re climbing my heart all over again. Like you’re heading to the top to touch the moon.’ And that’s how Canyon Moon was born.”

“Could you explain ‘Sunflower just died. Keep it sweet in your memory.’ To us? What does that mean exactly?”

“Sunflower is about us starting over! It’s about YN and I getting to know one another all over again. We’ve grown and changed over the years. Ultimately it was about us learning the things we liked and disliked now. We needed to re-grow our petals. I believe it kinda leads up to Adore You in a way. In Adore You I basically tell her, no matter how much she changed I will still love her for who she is. I let her know I’d do absolutely anything for her love, even walk through fire! I let her know to take her time with loving me again. I’d wait for her for as long as she let me. I’d love her until the day that I die, even then, I’d still love only her.”

“With the next song, we don’t have to go into too much detail. I’m sure your wife wouldn’t want you to anyway. Could you at least confirm it’s about giving a woman oral pleasure?”

Harry chuckles. “Oh, yeah! I mean, you can even use it as giving men oral pleasure. Whoever you identify as, it’s about sex! I wanted to add a little bit of adult content in the album. And as a married man, who’s not too shy, I will say I love giving my wife pleasure. It’s only natural, yeah? And I think I’m pretty damn good at pleasing her.”

“I’m one thousand percent sure you are Harry! Onto the final song. You have told us that Fine Line was the final song to be written and recorded. Would you say this song ties the album together and explains your infidelity as well as your love for your wife?”

“Yes! It’s the end of an era, end of hating myself, end of discovering who I am, who I was, and who I wanna be. Fine Line was a journey of self reflection and getting the help I needed to not only get my family back but, to finally get back to the version of me I like. It took a while to admit my faults and wrongs. For so long I blamed anyone but myself. I blamed my bandmates, my parents, the alcohol, the women, and most importantly I blamed my wife. I was the one who’s been selfish and arrogant and a dick! But at that moment I was letting my friends and family know, I was sorry for the pain I caused them. I’m finally getting my shit together and I hope we’ll all be alright in the end!”

“Wow, Harry! That’s beautiful, honestly. This album is the most real and raw thing we’ve heard. We all love that you shared this part of your life with us. We’re so very grateful that you were willing to explain this tragic, yet beautiful story. Thank you, Harry!”

“Thank you, darling!”

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