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tubatwo · 1 year

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workaholic - kang taehyun

summary: doing soobin a favor leads to a night alone with your boss... who you just so happen to be crushing on

pairing: gn reader x kang taehyun

genre: fluff; 1.6k words

a/n: maybe in a dream world a boss would let you take all the hours you wanted LOL but let’s just pretend~

some would call you a workaholic, but you simply called it living. there was no such thing as “working too hard”. you liked having money, and you didn’t dislike your job. especially as long as you got to see a certain someone. a certain someone who may also play a teensy tiny part in the reason why you enjoy working so much.

maybe that certain someone was your boss.

who you definitely did not have a crush on.

nope…

the door to ‘kang cafe’ chimes as your coworker soobin walks in, halfway through the process of putting his apron on. “y/n! you’re here already?” he asks while opening a drawer that held all of the staff name tags and important keys.

“yup,” you nod, “i’m working day shifts this week since i’m a little ahead on schoolwork.” you had been working your ass off teaching yourself the material since your professors proved themselves to be absolutely useless. going to class in the mornings only wasted your time and frustrated you further, so you decided to switch up your schedule a little.

there’s a hint of disappointment and guilt in soobin’s eyes, his fingers still fumbling his name tag around, desperately trying to attach it to his apron. “I was gonna ask if you could cover my night shift tomorrow…” he whines slightly. “I can’t ask you to work a full day…”

“huh? you won’t be here?” you ask. soobin shakes his head before a shy, proud smile covers his face. “nope, I happen to have a very special date,” he responds before loudly groaning, “ah, this stupid thing!” you laugh at the sight of him still struggling to get his name tag on.

“here let me..” you reach over to help the clumsy boy while giving him a reassuring smile, “and don’t worry about coming in tomorrow, I was gonna take some extra hours anywa–”

your words are interrupted by the sound of the back room closing and footsteps approaching. you both look over to see your boss, taehyun, looking at the two of you with a startled face. the sight of you and soobin, close proximity, your hands laying on soobin’s chest. he quickly clears his throat before returning to his usual chill persona.

“okay one, sorry for interrupting whatever this is,”

“um, they were just fixing my na–”

“and two, y/n, what are you talking about?” he looks at you, a glint of confusion in his eyes as he completely ignores the boy next to you.

your hands finally release from soobin’s nametag as you turn to fully face your boss, trying your absolute hardest not to scan his entire body. what was someone so attractive and close to your age even doing owning a coffee shop like this? I mean, you know he’s slightly older. graduated too. but shouldn’t he be the manager at a best buy or something? better yet, working a modeling job?

stupid kang taehyun.

stupid kang taehyun and his stupid black tee that just so happens to be tightly clinging onto his–

“y/n?” taehyun snaps you out of your trance while soobin snickers to himself behind you, pretending to make himself busy with a random cup.

“huh?” you ask, completely dumbfounded and a little embarrassed.

“why do you need more hours? you’re already scheduled every day this week.”

oh right. “oh, um, well you guys know me…” you start, “always working...” the chime of the door sounds again as a trio of customers walk in. taehyun gives soobin a look, signaling him to handle the small crowd as he grabs your hand to take you to the backroom. you don’t even have time to digest what’s happening or the dizziness that’s suddenly consuming you because taehyun immediately continues his light scolding.

“y/n, I know i’m your boss but i’m not a shitty one,” he says with a sad look, “I know you still have classes, so you don’t have to worry too hard about the cafe, okay?”

“no, I promise it’s okay! I don’t mind helping you, really.” you explain, quickly shaking your head, “it could be busy too and I know the feeling of having to handle it alone…” taehyun sighs at you, his eyes filled with an emotion you can’t really point out. at least not until his next words:

“ah, you’re too sweet to me, what am I gonna do with you?”

your eyes widen, blinking quickly as you mentally remind yourself to scream into your pillow about this later. how do you even respond? why was he looking at you like that? maybe you’re overthinking. does he talk to soobin this way?!

“um… g-give me a promotion?” you joke, trying to distract yourself from whatever just happened.

…

“alright, get back to work.”

“are you absolutely positively sure you’re okay with taking my shift?” soobin asks for the hundredth time over the phone.

“yes, soobin, now please go get ready before I punch you for making your date wait.” after a few more minutes of bickering (and lots of complaining from soobin’s end), you end the call. you guess you could say the angels were on your side since it was extremely quiet tonight. since there weren’t many customers, taehyun had excused himself to run a few errands. he told you to call him if a large crowd ever showed up. but they didn’t. only a few customers here and there. you spent most of your time scrolling through tiktok and seeing if there was anything you could restock.

you start trying to remember if you restocked the toilet paper already before your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door chime. you look up to see your boss, dressed in a different black tee, looser this time, and a pair of sweatpants.

great.

“taehyun? you’re back already?” you ask, trying your hardest to keep yourself composed.

“mhm, I finished my errands a while ago, just went home to get into some comfortable clothes if that’s okay with you.”

“oh, no it’s okay!” you shake your head, “never thought i’d uh– see my boss in sweatpants but here we are.” taehyun lets out a light chuckle before joining you behind the front counter. he pulls a fancy notebook out of the drawer and begins writing inside. whatever it is, it’s probably business owner things since it looks quite important.

“so, uh, do you know what was so important for soobin tonight?” he asks, eyes still locked on the paper.

“he’s on a date tonight~” you respond, slightly exaggerating your words in a teasing manner. taehyun’s hand freezes and his eyes immediately shoot up to look at you. “a date?” he questions. you nod, a bit confused at his reaction.

“but I thought you two…” he trails off while looking somewhere else. anywhere else but you.

your eyes widen in disbelief. soobin? you? and soobin? I mean sure, the guy is handsome, but he was like an annoying brother more than anything. “huh?! no– no, me and soobin are just friends!”

…

“ah, that’s a relief…”

you freeze. taehyun was a good-looking guy. you’ve witnessed customer after customer try to flirt with him multiple times but he usually didn’t go along with it. instead, he would give a blunt answer that would leave you snickering in the background.

but with you, things were different. it started with small compliments on your performance, then your personality, then maybe one or two about how you did your hair that day. then it turned into long glances from afar and warm smiles. and now, it’s these comments that he keeps making. comments that are making you feel like you’re one more word away from exploding.

taehyun was silent for a while, taking a moment to find the right words. “actually, i’ve been meaning to tell you something, and I hope you don't mind me being honest.” turning to give your full attention to him, you nod and wait for him to continue.

“over time, i’ve come to realize that I really really like you, y/n. not just as my employee, but as a person too. you bring so much joy to this place, I can't help but feel drawn to you."

his words leave you in shock, your mouth gaped and your hands sweaty. you can’t even come up with anything to say, but he wasn’t finished yet.

“and you work so hard. so hard to the point where it leaves me conflicted. because sometimes I wish you would just give yourself a break, but I also wake up every morning excited to see you again…”

“i’m sorry if this is crossing the line, and I understand whatever decision you decide to make after this. I appreciate the relationship we had, no matter what happens."

you smile warmly, taking a few steps closer to taehyun, making him flustered in the process. you reach out to grab his hands and rub them with your thumb. ”I really really like you too, tae, you have no idea.”

taehyun smiles widely at your confession and your nickname for him before hiding his face in your neck, letting out one of his famous cute noises. “oh? who knew my boss was such a softie?” you let out playfully. “don’t tell soobin.” he whispers, making you laugh. taehyun removes himself from your neck to cherish the sight of your smile, one of his hands reaching up to rest on your cheek.

“is this okay, darling?”

“more than okay.”

you both lean in to finally press your lips together. the kiss is soft and sweet, filled with the unspoken words you two had been sharing through glances and gestures. as the kiss becomes deeper, your arms wrap around his neck loosely and his arms wrap around your waist to pull you even closer. the two of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don’t even hear the familiar chime of the door.

“guess who just had the worst date eve– OH MY GOD”

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flemingsfreckles · 5 months

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House Party

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: your classmate Teagan drags you to a party to meet one of her teammates. You have no interest in the party or meeting this girl, until you meet her accidentally.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of drinking

WC: 1.8k

A/N: this is just a little fluff piece for UCLA!Jessie☺️

“Oh come on Jessie! Just let wingwoman you here!” Teagan shouted at her teammate and roommate.

“No, Teagan because the last time you tried to wingwoman me, you went home with her instead.” Jessie turns to look back at Teagan.

“Okay, that’s not my fault she was just looking for a fuck and you’re too much of a prude to do one night stands.”

“I have had one night stands, I just wasn’t feeling it with her.”

“Jessie making out with a girl and then going home alone doesn’t get to count as a one night stand.”

“Shut up.” Jessie sits down on the beanbag in the middle of the living room the two shared, picking up the pillow laying on the floor and chucking it at her teammates head

Teagan dodges the pillow and collapses onto the beanbag next to Jessie. “I’m serious, I think she’d be a good fit for you, not just as a hookup either, she’s not like that.”

“Then why haven’t you brought her up before?”

“I don’t know, I just haven’t, you’re always so busy between soccer and schoolwork, but now that’s it’s off-season, I thought maybe now’s a good time.”

“I don’t know Teagan.” Jessie looks at her teammate.

Teagan, not wanting to give up on her plan, continues to push. “Just come and meet her, she’s smart like you too. I’m not saying you have to get married and have babies with the girl, I’m asking you to talk to her.”

“Maybe, I’m not saying yes, now leave me be I have assignments that must be finished.” She stands up from the beanbag and heads to the kitchen table to pull out school work.

“Nerd.” Teagan says before following Jessie to the table, knowing she had her own work to complete.

“The last girl you tried to set me up with was crazy Teagan, so for the third time, no!” You pushed out the door, walking out onto the sidewalk to head back to your apartment. You and Teagan had had just spent three straight hours in class. Half of that time Teagan was busy sending you notes about convincing you to come to a party hosted by one of her other teammates.

When class had ended she started talking about wanting you to meet a different teammate. A teammate she wanted to hook you up with.

“I promise she’s normal. She’s on my team, she’s an engineering student, she plays for the Canadian National team and like has since she was like 15, she cares about school, she’s your type, brown hair, brown eyes, she’s cute.”

“Okay what’s the catch?” You eye up your friend.

“What do you mean?”

“If she’s really that perfect, why hasn’t someone else snatched her up? Why haven’t you taken her out?” It was a fair question to ask. Teagan was making her out to be an ideal woman.

Teagan scratches the back of her neck. Her silence has you worried.

“What? Is she like, weird? Is she insufferable in some way?” You needed to know what the catch was with this girl before you agreed to try and talk to her.

“No, she’s just shy. She doesn’t really know how to put herself out there, and quite frankly she’s oblivious to the people who have tried to snatch her up. Plus I’m just having fun, no commitments remember? Jessie isn’t a hookup girl.”

“Whatever. I just think you’re hiding something about her.”

“I’m not! I promise, just come meet her and you’ll see!”

“Fine!”

“Good now I just have to convince her to come. It might be harder, she’s not a party person.”

You slump down on the couch with the same beer you had been nursing for an hour in your hand. You weren’t a big drinker but holding something made you feel less uncomfortable. You looked around the house, the rooms covered body to body with people, Teagan had said it would be a small party. Clearly she was wrong.

You’re sitting, zoned out thinking about your plans for tomorrow when you feel a cool, wet rush down your thighs.

You jump up from the couch to see who you assumed was an over-served sorority girl standing in front of you with her now half empty cup, her eyes wide open.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry!”

At least she apologized, most people here don’t, too self absorbed to care or too inebriated to know they spilled.

“Here let’s go get you cleaned up, I’ll go get you a towel or something. I am really so sorry!” She holds her hand out. “You probably think I’m some wasted sorority girl don’t you?”

“I mean to be honest that was my first thought, yes.” You’re honest with the girl, you’re not sure why but she seemed genuinely sorry and despite your initial anger you weren’t too upset.

“I’m not, I don’t even really drink, I just got handed this. I wasn’t going to drink it, I don’t even know what’s in it. I hate these kinds of things.” She gestures to the mass of people around you. You finally take a glance at the girl's face instead of the wet patch on your pants. She’s cute, not much shorter than you are, she’s got brown eyes, and matching brown hair. She’s got a hat on, a face covered in freckles and pink rosy cheeks.

“Me either, I’ve had this beer in my hand for an hour or so and have barely made it halfway through it.” You hold up the bottle for the girl to see.

You follow the girl as she begins to take you through the house, weaving through the crowd of people, your hand gripping hers hard as to not get pulled apart. She pulls you up the stairs and around a long hallway, thankfully this level of the house was a lot quieter, only a few people scattered.

She opens a door leading into a bathroom. You’re happy to see it looks surprisingly clean. You step inside and the girl follows you. “Sit.” She taps the countertop next to the sink and you watch as she starts searching through the cabinets. You can’t help but notice how she seemed to know where she was going, knowing this bathroom would have towels.

“Do you live here?”

“Oh, no I don’t, one of my teammates does though.”

“Oh.” It doesn't register to you that Teagan had also mentioned that her teammate was hosting.

“Yeah.” She finds a towel and turns the faucet on next to you. You watch as she runs the towel under the water and then brings it toward your thigh where the red liquid she had spilled was. She lightly rubs the towel on the liquid, cleaning it up a little.

She works in silence, focusing on her movements. Once she had removed what she could of her drink, she placed the towel down on the counter.

“I’m really sorry.” She points at what was likely stained into your pants.

“Oh it’s alright, they’re not my favorite pants, I wore them thinking they’d get gross here.”

“They look good on you. I mean, the pants they’re nice, they look good, like nice pants ,” she stutters a bit before saying in nearly a whisper. “They’re nice pants.”

“Thanks.” You’re not sure if the girl meant to compliment you or not with the way she seemed to get flustered.

“So, if you hate parties, why are you here?”

“My teammates pretty much made me, this one girl, she’s always trying to get me to go out to parties with her and she wanted me to meet some girl I guess, I don’t know. What about you?”

“Invited by a friend, I was supposed to meet up with her when I got here but I haven't been able to find her, so I gave up and sat down.”

Theres a hard knock on the door. “Hurry up, bathrooms are for pissing not fucking.” You recognize the voice, the accent coming through.

“Teagan?” You say as you reach for the door, when you open it you see Teagan, a blonde girl wrapped up against her side.

“Oh, hi!” Teagan says to you before looking at the girl next to you, her jaw drops open and a laugh comes out. “Jessie? Well, I definitely didn’t expect to see you two doing a bathroom hookup.”

“What? We weren’t hooking up, I was sick of trying to find you so I sat down and she spilled on me. She was helping clean my pants up.” You point at the stain on your jeans. That’s when you look again at the girl standing beside you. Brown hair, brown eyes, obviously an athlete since she mentioned teammates, it clicks in your brain. This is the shy girl Teagan was trying to get you to meet. “You’re Jessie?”

“Yeah?” The girl looks confused, you introduce yourself. Jessie still looks confused, so Teagan steps in.

“She’s in my class, I told you about her.” You watch as Jessie’s eyes widen as she puts together the details.

“Oh!” Jessie turns to look at you. “You’re the girl I’m supposed to be meeting I guess then.”

“Alright, cute, now get out I have some business to take care of.” She glances at you then to the girl clinging to her side, the blonde placing kisses along Teagan’s neck.

“Hey I thought you said it wasn’t for fucking.” You say as you and Jessie swap places with Teagan and her girl.

“That’s because hen I thought it was a gross frat boy in there.” She gives a smirk before closing the door, locking it behind her.

You turn to Jessie. “Seems like she’s busy.”

The girl giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. She then looks at you, pointing toward the staircase. “Would you want to leave? Go somewhere else? Grab pizza or something?”

You nod your head quickly at her, “I’d rather be anywhere else than here.”

“Perfect, sounds like a date. I mean, a plan, sounds like a plan.” Jessie trips over her own words, not that you minded, you couldn’t help but notice how, while shy, the girl was adorable, and incredibly hot, a detail Teagan had left out.

“A date works for me.” You hope you’re not being too forward, but at least she was the one who mentioned a date first.

“Oh.” You watch as Jessie’s cheeks blush a deeper red. “Okay, yeah a date.”

“You’re cute, Jessie.” You gently bump your shoulder against hers. “Teagan was right.”

“Oh don’t ever tell her that, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Jessie says, grabbing your hand once again to pull you down the stairs and out of the house party and down the street to a small pizza shop.

That pizza shop became a tradition on every anniversary the two of you shared after that night. And down the road Teagan made it a point to emphasize how you two have her to thank for your relationship during her speech at your wedding.

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kazumist · 8 months

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EPISODE 13 ✿ LITTLE BY LITTLE

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 732.

with the past issue slowly dying down, you and diluc decided to lay low for each other’s sake so that you two could avoid such an issue appearing again.

“wait, so i just do that? how come it looked so difficult when professor maxwell explained it?" you exclaimed, shocked at how you didn’t get the process earlier.

he won’t even deny it. he has been warming up to you ever since that talk you guys had back then. ever since he was in junior high school, all he had were the other three. so for him, it felt quite refreshing that he managed to get along with someone new on a close level.

“maybe it’s because you were feeling sleepy again during his lecture.” diluc chuckles at you.

“hey, i wasn’t! though his voice really does have this sleepy effect whenever he’s giving a lecture... he’s so soft spoken for what?” you groaned, slumping yourself over on the table.

if someone were to see you and diluc, one would most likely assume you're together as a couple, having a little study date in the library.

“you mixed these two up. first, you do this, then you do that," diluc explains, using his pencil to point out your mistakes.

“actually, do you prefer a simpler way to solve this?”

“diluc, this is fucking calculus. of course i’d prefer an easier way," you deadpanned at him.

“alright, well, you can actually just use this formula instead," he says, writing it down for you.

you looked confused as you stared at the formula presented before you. “eh? but professor maxwell didn't teach us that.”

“that's because i derived it. look, if i use this formula,” writing down the proper solution using the derived formula that he's teaching you (however, you couldn't help but stare at his side profile instead of the one he was writing). “and there you have it. see? it's still the same result," he finishes.

“huh? wait, yeah! i think my life just became easier. what the hell?"

“you're welcome.” he chuckles.

but who cares if they assume that you're romantically involved with each other? they can think all they want. what matters is that your only focus is the derived formula that just made your life easier.

oh! and the one who taught you that as well.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

but why—just why did diluc feel so... electric when your hands brush against each other? why did it actually feel nice when he felt your touch, even if it was just for a quick moment? this is stupid, diluc thinks; he just helped you pick up your pen, after all.

why did it make him happy to hear his name roll off your tongue so smoothly? it’s not like you say it in a different way than his friends. so what makes you say it so differently? what makes it special for diluc whenever he hears you say his name?

with a bit of remaining time left, you both decided to take care of some other schoolwork. but diluc couldn’t focus. no matter how hard he tries, his attention span for his own workload just ends up shifting to the girl working peacefully beside him—you.

he takes in your side profile. your index and middle fingers were pressed onto your temple, gently massaging it, a sign that diluc noted that you’re stressed about whatever you’re working on right now. your other hand lets go of the pen it was holding as you start to tap your fingers against the table—a habit you have whenever you try to brainstorm or think of something—and a trait that diluc noted down in his head (as for why he noted such a thing down, he’ll refuse to answer that).

you two are supposed to be only a tutee and a tutor to each other. neither of you should cross that line; diluc should know this by heart—after all, he’s the one who refuses to show any romantic interest towards anyone because he’s solely focused on his career. he couldn't—actually, no, he wouldn’t even dare take a tiny step into the gates that lead to your heart.

nonetheless, diluc accepts it. he accepts that maybe, just maybe, he’s crossing the line right now (or maybe he has already crossed without even realizing it).

it wasn’t supposed to be like this at all.

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tsumuus · 1 month

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Denki Kaminari prided himself on being a people person. It wasn’t just something he did- it was who he was. Making friends came as naturally to him as breathing. His smile had a way of disarming even the coldest of hearts, and his light-hearted jokes could break the ice in any situation. People liked him, and he liked people. Life was easier that way.

But then there was you.

You, who never seemed to be swept away by his easygoing charm or his knack for making others laugh. You, who met his playful banter with a polite smile but never much more. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him- at least, he didn’t think so. You were friendly enough, never rude or dismissive. But there was something about the way you interacted with him that left him feeling off-balance, like he was missing a crucial piece of a puzzle he’d never had to put together before.

And because of that, he found himself drawn to you more and more.

He couldn’t quite explain it, even to himself. There was something about the way you seemed immune to his usual antics that made him want to try harder, to be better. To be someone you could look at the same way everyone else looked at him- with that spark of recognition that said, Oh, this guy’s great.

But no matter what he did, you remained an enigma.

He would make jokes around you, trying to get a laugh, but you’d just smile politely, as if acknowledging that yes, he had said something meant to be funny, but it didn’t quite land for you. He would ask you about your day, your interests, trying to get a glimpse of the real you underneath that calm exterior, but your answers were always just a little too careful, too guarded, like you were holding something back.

It drove him crazy in the best way possible.

So, he found himself going out of his way to talk to you, to spend time with you, even if it was just for a few minutes between classes or during lunch. He’d pop up beside you with a grin, making some comment about the weather or the latest school gossip, hoping that maybe this time you’d see him. Really see him.

But every time, you would just smile that polite, distant smile, nod along with whatever he was saying, and then go back to whatever you were doing before he interrupted. It was maddening.

And yet, he couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t just about making you like him anymore. Somewhere along the line, it had become about something more. He wanted to know you, the real you- the person who didn’t just smile politely but actually laughed, the person who had opinions and thoughts that went beyond the surface-level small talk.

And more than anything, he wanted you to know him.

But every time he tried to tell you how he really felt, the words got stuck in his throat. They’d come out wrong, twisted into something that sounded too much like a joke or too casual to convey the depth of what he was feeling. He’d ask you to hang out, but it would come off like just another friendly offer, nothing special. He’d compliment you, but it would sound like something he’d say to anyone, not the sincere admiration he meant to express.

He tried to show you in different ways, too. Bringing you little gifts- nothing big, just things he thought you might like. Offering to help you with schoolwork, even if he wasn’t the best at it himself. But every time, it seemed to fall flat, like you couldn’t quite see what he was trying to do, or worse, you just didn’t care.

Still, he kept trying. Because even though it seemed hopeless, even though it felt like you were always just out of reach, there was something about you that he couldn’t let go of. Something that made him want to keep coming back, to keep trying, even when it seemed like you were indifferent to all his efforts.

He knew he was coming off as weird sometimes. He could see it in the way your eyes would narrow slightly when he’d show up out of the blue or the way you’d hesitate before responding to one of his attempts to make conversation. But he couldn’t help it. You were like a puzzle he couldn’t figure out, and the more elusive you were, the more he wanted to crack the code.

There were moments, brief and fleeting, where he thought he saw something in your eyes- something that said maybe you weren’t as indifferent as you seemed. But before he could grab onto it, it was gone, replaced by that same polite distance.

And so, he kept trying. Because even though he was pretty sure he was failing spectacularly, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was worth it. That you were worth it.

Maybe one day, he’d figure out the right words to say. Maybe one day, he’d do something that would finally break through that wall you had around yourself. But until then, he’d keep showing up, keep trying, because that’s just who he was.

And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.

‘quite the people pleaser, if only i could please her’

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meguemii · 10 months

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Throwing Rocks at Your Window.

Synopsis- in which you and your boyfriend satoru gojo and you have a silly argument but you have to go home quickly before saying goodbye to him and you end up getting your phone taken away for a week. Satoru shows up at your window because you haven’t been responding to his texts and calls.

Warnings- A very small cut in your forehead, nothing crazy. FLUFF AND SILLY CRY BABY GOJO.

word count- 1.8k

navigation station🚉.

gojo satoru’s playlist🎧. (kinda angsty LOL)

Emi’s notes- you guys know i literally never proofread my works. this is such an american romcom LOL.

You had been hanging out with everyone on a friday afternoon after school grabbing food and doing some shopping. It was pretty hot for a spring day and you had been talking with Shoko and Haibara about a show you guys watch. The other two were teasing Nanami about stupid stuff. After stuffing your face for 10 minutes and laughing you ass off, your throat started to get dry. Asking your oh so sweet and loving boyfriend to grab you a drink so you could keep talking with your friends. “Get it yourself you rat” he replied in a sassy tone because of course you HAD to date a sassy man. “Satoru Gojo, i’m literally be parched don’t be a jerk!” you retorted as crossed your arms with a ‘hmph’ “Yes Satoru, go get the love and light of your life a soda” Suguru mocked him. Nanami also chimed in telling Gojonto be a gentleman.Gojo rolled his eyes telling nanami to shut up and once again told you to get it yourself “stop being a lazy mole rat and get yourself a drink” he stuck his tongue out at you like a child and you rolled your eyes. “Screw you Satoru” you said slumping in your chair. “I can get you something to drink” Haibara offered and you turned him down with a smile saying it was okay.

Checking your phone as it buzzed notifying you that you had gotten a text. ‘Get your butt home!’ from your mother. “Oh here we go.” you huffed as you collected your things saying your goodbyes and that you had to go, quickly scurrying off to get home and see what your mom was mad at you for.

“Where’s she going?” Gojo asked as he watched you leave. “She’s pissed and said she didn’t want to be near you” Shoko chuckled evilly as she stirred the pot, out of love of course. Any chance to scare Gojo she would take in a heartbeat. He started to feel bad about it and texted you an apology quickly after.

You arrived home to find your parents at the kitchen table seeing a pack of smokes and a lighter laying on the table, mumbling a small “shit” under your breathe. “Y/N M/N L/N, Care to explain?” Your mother asked with a ticked off look on her face. Trying to find a million excuses in a matter of milliseconds, “They’re Ieri’s, she left them here the other day when she spent the night. I swear.” Crossing your heart hoping she’d believe your lie, as well as to try and prove your false innocence. “Grounded. Hand me your phone.” your father said flatly. “But I told you they weren’t mine!”you protested just as any teenager in trouble would. “Even if they are Ieri’s why would you let her leave them here?” your mother asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose in disappointment. “She was literally supposed to sleepover this weekend and said she’d grab them then!” another excuse, you were on a roll! “Give them back on monday. I never want to see another cigarette in this home unless it’s your father’s.” you grumbled in anger handing over your phone and retreating to your room. “I’m calling Ieri and tellingnl her your sleepover is canceled! You’re not going anywhere for a week!” you heard your mother shout from the kitchen. “Whatever!” you shouted back.

Great. Now you’d be bored all weekend without any human interaction besides speaking to your parents. Maybe you’d catch up on your actual schoolwork since you couldn’t train.

Entertaining yourself with music from your ipod, and reading all weekend. You couldn’t help but snort to yourself recalling friday afternoon and that stupid argument you had with Satoru, you wondered if he missed you or if he wondered where you’ve been all weekend as it was a sunday night.

Little did you know that he was panicked and distraught all weekend thinking you were ignoring him because you were actually mad. You guys had ‘fought’ and then you ran off and started ignoring his text messages and calls all going straight to voicemail. “C’mon Y/N pick up” he whined as he dragged out the ‘p’. “Hi this is Y/N! Can’t talk right now! Leave a message but only if it’s worth listening to!” That was literally the only thing he’s heard you say all weekend. A prerecorded message, he even called your house phone and your dad picked up saying to leave her alone which really scared him. Did you tell your parents you hated him?

He quicking dialled Suguru’s number, waiting forever for him to pick up. A groggy voice picked up the phone “Satoru it’s 11:45pm on a sunday night. what could you possibly need?” He said while yawning making it clear that he had been woken up. “Have you heard from

Y/N?” he frantically asked. “No? We never text or call, I don’t even think I have her number saved. Is that all you need? Because if so I am going back to sleep. Do not disturb my slumber again.” Satoru scoffed at Suguru’s attitude. “Okay for starters don’t be rude. Secondly she hasn’t been answering me at all this weekend and I called her home phone and her dad told me to leave her alone!” He whined, god he was such a baby. “She hates you man. Maybe you should have gotten her that drink.” he teased his crybaby friend. “Dude I’m being serious. What if she hates me and wants to break up? What do I do?” He cried out clearly scared his girlfriend *does* hate him. “I don’t know man, maybe she wants you to apologize in person. Girl’s like that romantic shit.” Gojo threw himself backwards into his bed as he sighed in frustration with himself. How could he be so stupid? All she wanted was a drink and he couldn’t even get that for her? what a joke. he thought to himself and thanked Suguru saying that was a good idea and saying a quick goodnight before hanging up and getting ready to leave.

It was around midnight and you were so close to falling asleep, to the point your music would cut out as you drifted only to snap back awake and started hearing it again and something else, sounded like something got knocked over in your room. Freaking out and sitting up while reaching to turn your lamp on, you heard it again. Something was hitting your window. Was it a curse?? Was there a curse outside of your house? You groaned in annoyance as you got up, tossing your ipod and headphones somewhere and scuffled over to check your window while pretty much tripping over your feet to see what was outside, pulling your curtains. Without actually checked you whipped your window open and yelled “are you serious right n-“ SMACK. A rock flew straight at your face and collided with your forehead. Stumbling backwards and rubbing your poor forehead, positive you had the indent of a rock there. An “Oh shit!” could be heard from outside. Of course It was your idiot boyfriend throwing rocks at your window.

Marching right back to where you were previously standing at your window. “Are you kidding me right now?!” Looking down to see the white haired teen looking up sheepishly at you. Staring down in disbelief, had he really walked to your house in the middle of the night to throw rocks at your face? “Can we talk?” he shouted up you, his face full of concern. “I wanted to apologize!” You laughed at him “You wanted to show up at my house in the middle of the night to throw a rock at my face only so you could say sorry?” you joked with him. You weren’t mad, more so amused.

“What? No! I wanted to apologize for making you hate me! I don’t want you to dump me! I should have gotten you a soda the other day, and I clearly upset you because you’re mad at me!” You paused and tried to stifle your laughter. He did this because he thought you were actually mad at him about that? ‘He’s such a poor soul’ you thought to yourself. He looked like he rushed over here, his hair was disheveled, his shoes were unlaced and he was wearing weird halloween pyjama pants. What a sight to see, if you had your phone, you’d take a photo.

“I don’t hate you and I don’t want to break up!— hold on let me come down and explain!” Quickly and quietly creeping through the halls of your home to get outside, passing your parents room you closed their door quietly. Throwing on your shoes and running outside to greet the boy, you were immediately met with a bear hug as he buried his head into the crook of your neck thanking you for not breaking up with him. You smiled and patted the back of his head while giggling. This was so funny to you.

He finally pulled away as you playfully smiled at him. “I got grounded and my parents took away my phone, that’s why I haven’t been answering you.” His mouth immediately falling into the shape of an ‘O’. “And I left because I got a text from my mom telling me to come home.” you finished your story, wasn’t a very long one but it cleared up the misunderstanding. “How long are you grounded for?” he asked, hoping you’d say only for the weekend. “A week” you sighed and hung your head low in a dramatic shame. Satoru groaned in annoyance and flicked your head. “Moron. Try not to get in trouble anymore.”

And that was that, the two of you talked as you sat in the front yard just talking and staring up at the stars. Satoru explained how he had been worried all weekend and what mental torture he had been going through. It was probably around 2am now and you had said your good nights and that you’d see each other in a few hours. “I love you Satoru.” You said as you hugged him goodnight, he kissed your forehead and said goodnight as well, adding a ‘rat’ at the end teasing you, and you stuck your tongue out watching him as he walked away waving bye to you. Smiling to yourself as you walked back into your house. Kicking your shoes off and quietly creeping back to your room, unaware your parent’s door was now open. Opening your own door to see your mother sitting on your bed with her arms crossed. “Make that 3 weeks.” you groaned and through your head back.

Bonus!

You walked into school late as you had gotten no sleep as you had gotten a lecture from your mom about sneaking out especially when you were already in trouble. The bags under your eyes looked like a literal black hole. You opened the classroom door being greeted by Yaga with a “you’re late L/N. Go sit down.” shuffling over to your seat and leaning over to Satoru’s desk you whispered “make that 3 weeks” which resulted in him standing up and frantically yelling about how that’s not fair.

WOWOWOW— WHO KNEW I WAS ACTUALLY BACK TO POSTING MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH AGAIN?!!?! me when i have time on my hands🧍‍♀️

Silly gojo, what a meanie. (¬_¬) we stan him either way. I always hope my fics are good, i haven’t written anything for gojo in a long time and i crave silly blue eyes man constantly. lmk if you wanna see more of him >w<

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thatdammchickennugget · 6 months

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Sweet Escape

pairing -fred weasley x gn!reader

summary - when a disappointing date turns sour, a chance encounter with Fred offers a sweet escape

warnings - sucky date, fluff

wordcount - 1.9k

You stepped into the cozy warmth of Bludger Bites Café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries enveloping you. Hogsmeade was bustling with activity, but tonight, your focus was solely on the date you had eagerly anticipated.

A smile spread across your face as you spotted him, sitting at a corner table.

His name was Marcus, the two of you had been sharing the same charms class this term and a couple days ago, he had surprised you by asking you out.

He looked up as you approached, a charming grin on his face that momentarily eased your nerves. “Hey,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair before returning his attention to whatever he was writing in his notebook. The paper was covered with messy notes, looking suspiciously like arithmancy homework.

As you settled into the chair across from him, you couldn't help but notice the intense concentration etched on his face as he continued scribbling. You cleared your throat softly, hoping to catch his attention. "What are you working on there?"

Marcus glanced up briefly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips before his focus returned to the page. "It's for our arithmancy project," he replied, his voice tinged with pride. "Professor Vector assigned a pretty challenging problem only to the best in the class, and I'm trying to crack it before the deadline."

You nodded, feeling a little awkward just sitting here as he did his schoolwork. "If you want to rain check and do this another time, that's fine by the way. I understand that homework is more important."

He shrugged, "No, don't worry about it."

You tried to fight the frown from taking over your face as he went back to his notes, not even looking up at you. Thankfully, in that moment something else caught your focus as Fred Weasley, with his fiery red hair and mischievous grin, emerged from behind the counter to take your order. You knew Fred worked here on the weekends sometimes, the possibility of seeing your friend here to maybe help take the edge off of your nerves having been one of the reasons you suggested coming here.

"Welcome to Bludger Bites Café! What can I get for you two lovebirds tonight?" Fred quipped, stopping at your table, his eyes twinkling and a lazy smile stretched over his face.

"I'll have a butterbeer, please," Marcus replied, flashing a cocky grin in your direction. “And we’ll need another minute before ordering food.”

"And for you?" Fred turned his attention to you, his smile genuine and inviting.

"Just a hot chocolate, please," you replied, returning his smile gratefully.

"Coming right up! One butterbeer and a hot chocolate," Fred winked, before disappearing behind the counter again.

As Fred went to prepare your drinks, Marcus finally set his homework aside and turned his attention to you. You felt a glimmer of excitement, hoping for a chance to connect beyond the surface level.

"So, how's your week been?" Marcus asked, his tone casual but his eyes still flickering with remnants of his previous intense focus.

"It's been good. Yesterday I finally managed to brew Draught of Everlasting Ember without it exploding in my-" you began, eager to share a funny story from class this week, but Marcus was already speaking again, cutting you off.

"I aced that Transfiguration quiz we had on Tuesday," Marcus boasted, his voice filled with pride. "Professor McGonagall was impressed with my performance, as usual. She even mentioned the possibility of recommending me for an advanced study program next year."

“Oh, that’s amazing-” you tried to say, but Marcus raised his hand to silence you, his attention solely on himself.

"But enough about me," Marcus continued, barely acknowledging your attempt to speak. "Tell me, have you managed to keep up with the reading for Professor Flitwick's class? I know some people struggle with the charms theory, but I find it rather easy."

You felt a surge of frustration bubbling up inside you, the desire to be heard and valued overshadowed by Marcus' relentless self-absorption. But you bit your tongue, as you kept listening to him list his accomplishments of past month

Just as you were beginning to feel disheartened, Fred returned with your drinks, his presence a welcome distraction from Marcus' egoistical ramblings.

"Here you go, one butterbeer and a hot chocolate," Fred announced cheerfully, setting the drinks down on the table.

"Thanks, Fred," you told the redhead and offered him a small smile, Marcus barely sparing him a glance as he took a sip from his drink.

"So, have you decided what you want to eat?" Fred asked the both of you, collecting your menus.

Before you could answer, Marcus was talking again. “I’ll have the Gryffindor Grinder Sub and I’ll take a side of Quaffle Fries with that. She will have the Falmouth Falcons Salad,” he listed off, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

You exchanged a helpless glance with Fred before you could stop yourself. “Is that right?” Fred turned the question to you, eyes narrowing slightly to gauge your reaction to your date speaking for you.

"Sure, that sounds good," you said quietly, resigned to going along with his choices.

Fred nodded understandingly before darting back to the counter to place your order, leaving you alone once again with Marcus and his one-sided conversation.

As you sat there, listening to Marcus drone on, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. This wasn't the evening you had envisioned, and Marcus' self-centeredness only served to highlight the stark contrast between him and the charming redhead.

As you sat there, Marcus continued to prattle on about his accomplishments, barely giving you a chance to insert even a word edgewise. You found yourself growing increasingly frustrated, waiting for the evening to finally be over. You caught yourself wondering why you had even agreed to the date in the first place.

Just then, Fred returned with your food, his cheerful demeanor providing a welcome reprieve from Marcus' monologue.

"Here you go, one Gryffindor Grinder and a Falmouth Falcons Salad," Fred said, setting the plates down with a flourish.

"Yeah, thanks," Marcus muttered dismissively, already digging into his food without so much as a glance in Fred's direction.

As Fred turned to leave, he caught snippets of Marcus' conversation, his brow furrowing in concern as he overheard the condescending tone in Marcus' voice.

"…I mean, obviously, some people just don't have the same level of intellect as others," Marcus was saying, his gaze flicking dismissively towards you. “Didn’t McGonagall suggest you find a tutor last term? Yeah, I wouldn’t expect you to understand what I’m talking about.”

Fred couldn't help but feel a surge of indignation on your behalf. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided to intervene, determined to lift your spirits and knock your date down a peg or two.

"Ah, mate," Fred chimed in, his tone dripping with mock sincerity as he sauntered back over to your table. "You know, I've always admired your confidence. It takes a special kind of courage to be so boldly oblivious to everyone around you."

Marcus' expression soured at the unexpected jab, but you couldn't help but stifle a giggle at Fred's audacity.

"Excuse me?" Marcus bristled, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Fred shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Just saying, it's impressive how you manage to make arrogance look so effortless. It's almost an art form, really."

You couldn't help but admire Fred's ability to turn the tables on Marcus, his playful banter injecting a much-needed dose of levity into the tense atmosphere.

Marcus opened his mouth to retort, but Fred's comments seemed to catch him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

With a satisfied smirk, Fred sent you a quick wink before turning back to your date. "Well, enjoy your meal. Don't let the Quaffle Fries get cold. And remember, humility is a virtue, not just a word in the dictionary."

As Fred sauntered away, leaving Marcus spluttering in indignation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards your witty friend. With a subtle nod of appreciation, you thanked him silently for his intervention, knowing that it had lifted your spirits more than you could express.

As you sat there, Marcus continued his tirade, complaining about Fred's audacity and arrogance. But you found yourself tuning him out, your thoughts drifting to the moments that had endeared Fred to you in the first place.

You remembered the countless times he had made you laugh with his witty remarks and mischievous pranks. You recalled the way he always seemed to brighten your day with his infectious enthusiasm and genuine kindness.

And as Marcus' complaints faded into the background, you couldn't help but feel a sense of clarity wash over you. Perhaps this disappointing date had served a purpose after all, helping you to see the stark contrast between Marcus' self-centeredness and Fred's genuine charm.

Eventually, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, needing a moment alone to collect your thoughts. When you returned to the table, Marcus was gone, leaving behind a free dessert with a little note from Fred.

‘Sorry about the interruption. Enjoy the sweet escape. - Fred’

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you read the note, a warmth spreading through your chest at Fred's thoughtful gesture. Quickly finishing up your meal, you made your way outside to wait for Fred to finish his shift.

When Fred finally emerged from the café, he seemed surprised to see you waiting for him. "Hey there," he greeted you with a warm smile. "Didn't expect to see you still here."

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you in his presence. "I wanted to thank you again for earlier," you said, gratitude evident in your voice.

Fred waved off your thanks with a casual shrug. "Ah, no problem at all. Just doing my job, you know."

But you could see the genuine concern in his eyes, and you knew his kindness went beyond mere obligation.

"I appreciate it nonetheless," you insisted, your heart swelling with fondness for your friend.

As you walked together towards the castle, you found yourself opening up to Fred about the disappointing evening with Marcus. You admitted that you had been so excited about finally going on your first date that you hadn't stopped to consider who it was with.

Fred listened attentively, his expression sympathetic as you recounted your experience. "Well, the bloke was a right git," he remarked with a shake of his head.

You couldn't help but laugh at Fred's choice of words. "Yeah, he wasn't exactly what I was hoping for," you admitted with a rueful smile.

Fred paused for a moment, his gaze searching yours. "Well, you deserve so much better than that," he said earnestly. "Someone who actually listens to you and treats you with the respect you deserve."

"Thank you, Fred," you said softly, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Fred flashed you a grin, his eyes sparkling the same way they did after a successful prank. "Hey, how about we make up for that disaster of a date with a proper one? Just you and me, no interruptions or egotistical wankers."

A surge of excitement bubbled up inside you at the prospect of spending more time with him and you quickly nodded, cursing yourself for not being able to look more casual about this. "I'd like that," you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

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mylittlesecrethaven · 5 months

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I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Savanaclaw

I've gotta remember how I set this up.

Otherwise it'll turn out like shit.

Oh well. Let's just see how it goes.

Leona:

I hope you like sleeping a lot

Cause this man will pull you into so many naps

Ruggie's gonna have to start making excuses for you in class

Also, this mans in loaded, so if you need anything, ask him

He'll just hand you his card

(with a sidenote of something he wants you to buy for him)

Not a pda guy

It's not that he's not ok with it

It's just that he doesn't feel the need to do it

Yes, he cuddles

But he's not into lovey dovey stuff

So you're gonna have to do it first

Teasing teasing teasing

I really hope you're ok with teasing

Cause unlike Ace, he won't lay off

And if it hurts your feelings, he probably won't know what else to do besides take a nap with you

But trust me, if he thinks you're asleep, he's whispering the nicest, most loving shit

And if you're awake when he does it, you'll just know he loves you, even when he can't say that stuff to your face

Ruggie:

Get ready to learn some life skills, my friend

Ruggie will teach you everything he knows

Haggling, thieving, speaking in different languages

You are gonna be well learned in the ways of the streets

Will always look out for you

He's a family guy

And a pack animal

So he's constantly checking on you

And making sure you're eating

And that you have enough money

And if you're feeling down, he'll ask Leona for some money and bring you your favorite food

And if you're favorite food is something Ruggie makes, you best bet he'll make it for you

Some days he'll be attached to you at the hip

And others you probably won't see him at all

But when he comes back after disappearing, he always brings you something (usually food)

And he'll be right by your side until he disappears again for whatever reason

But you never miss him

You just feel happy whenever he's with you

Jack:

You're about to get some muscle

Mans is gonna get you a workout routine

Y'all are gonna go on runs

(But if you get tired, he'll carry you)

You're gonna sweat together

(Outside and inside the bedroom hehehe (sorry, couldn't help myself with that one))

And you're gonna get a cactus

And your cactus and his cactus are gonna be friends

And they're gonna have matching names (probably named after some Spelldrive players who are friends)

He will keep you motivated

No procrastination with this guy

You not feeling up for schoolwork?

He'll hype you up!

You don't feel like working out?

Get ready to be motivated!

(unless you're really not feeling it, in which case he's ok with break days every now and then)

Also, nobody's gonna mess with you

Trust me

Jack's got your back

And even if you just need help, he'll be there

I'm gonna be honest, Ruggie's was kinda hard.

But anyway, we'll see when I get the next part done.

Hope somebody enjoyed this.

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poppylovestowrite · 8 months

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hii can i request karma x reader who went through a really tough week because of school and peer problems and other things then just breaks down because it’s all just so overwhelming

Overworked | Karma x Reader

"(Y/n). Have you finished the script for our presentation tomorrow?"

You involuntary winced, as you internally curse for forgetting something so important. It's bad enough you've forgotten something important, but to jeopardize someone else's grade for your full plate made it worse.

You slowly closed your locker, purposely delaying a response.

"... No."

Your classmate frowns.

"Have you at least started?"

" Um... yeah."

She groans, sensing you lie. "Are you kidding me?! We already had to delay our presentation because you couldn't even finish your part on time." She wags an accusing finger at you.

It wasn't like you were slacking off. You try to take school seriously, but Kunugigaoka was brutal. 80% of the students here spend most of their time trying to keep their grades up.

"Look. I'm sorry, I've just been swamped."

"Busy?" She rolled her eyes and scoffs. "I bet you're not too busy seeing that boyfriend of yours."

You gritted your teeth.

You had some sympathy for her before, but to bring your boyfriend into this made you want to shove her to the ground.

"I've barely seen him in two weeks." You hiss.

You can let her talk about how 'lazy' you've been doing, but you do not allow her to blame Karma for all your schoolwork problems.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Just get the script done. If I were you, I use lunchtime to do your work."

She doesn't give you time to argue and stomp away, but not taking her negative energy with her. You huffed and slammed your locker shut.

Great. Just great.

You wanted to use your lunch break to study for the science test today, but it looks like that is going to have to wait. Because if you don't give it to her today, she would most certainly never live it down. Besides, this presentation was worth more than your science test.

You groaned and rubbed your forehead.

'It's okay, it's okay.' You would tell yourself.

However, your fingers started to tremble as you started to think about all the work you had to get done today. For a quick breather, you went outside to the courtyard for a couple of minutes.

But you didn't have a couple of minutes. As soon as you got comfortable, the bell rang. It was time for your first class.

You groan.

Seriously? All you wanted was at least two minutes. Just two measly minutes. That's all you ask.

You were reluctant to stand back up, but you did and dragged yourself to your first class.

It was suffocating.

Your teacher would speak, but the words weren't reaching your ears. You would try to read the words from your textbook, but your mind wasn't processing anything you read.

You were jiggling your leg underneath your table from impatience. You just wanted the class to end already because every time your teacher spoke, it felt like you were trying to cramp more words in an already filled-up suitcase.

And the suitcase was about to explode.

"Hrm." You softly whined and placed a hand over your head.

You couldn't take anymore and ended up excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. The thought of just leaving school altogether was at an all-time high, but, you've always been a good student. You would feel guilty.

But then you thought about your trouble-making boyfriend.

Skipping with would definitely make you feel much better.

In the bathroom, you took your phone from your pocket and called for Karma, hoping he didn't sleep in today and was still at him.

Sleep.

Oh, how you wish you were sleeping in your bed right now.

It didn't take long for Karma to answer, but the two rings felt like they went on for hours. After two rings, Karma picked up.

"Hey, babe." He didn't sound as if he just woke up. "What's up?"

"I'm skipping the rest of my morning classes." You blurt out. "Do you want to join me?"

".... Not that I'm complaining, but why?"

It was a reasonable question. Karma can't remember the last time you skipped class with him. You're the one who had to tell him to not do that.

"I... Just need to see you." You mumbled sadly.

Hearing the desperation in your voice, Karma knew something was wrong. He didn't even have the heart to tease you about being such a bad girl for wanting to skip school.

"I'll wait for you by the entrance," Karma tells you.

***

You knew you could get in trouble for skipping class, but it was either that or staying to increase the chances of finally snapping and jumping out a window.

As everyone hurried off to their next class, you did your best to act as if you were following suit. With all the busy students taking over the hallways, the teachers need help seeing you head to the main entrance and leave the school.

There was no one out in the courtyard, and since you're used to seeing this place packed full of students, it felt creepy to see it like a ghost town.

However, the unsettling feeling vanished when you saw your boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.

Karma smiles upon seeing you.

You didn't greet him with a smile, nor even a wave. Instead, you tackled him into a hug and buried your face into his chest.

Karma was a bit caught off guard by the hug but smiled tenderly and wrapped his arms around you nonetheless.

"Aw," he cracks a grin. "Someone missed me."

You did. You really did.

"I hate school." You mumbled into his shirt.

Karma understood your pain. If it were up to him, he would see you every day.

"How bout you and I just run away and join the circus?" He jokes.

"That sounds tempting."

Karma laughs.

You eventually let go and sighed, already feeling a tad better.

"I needed that hug." You admit. Your tone was exhausted but relieved.

"I can tell." Karma smiles and then playfully tickles under your chin before taking your hand with his. "Let's go before someone sees us."

You didn't even question where you were going with him. All that you cared about was that you were leaving.

But even if you weren't in school, all the workload you had to do filled your head.

Karma took you to a burger joint to eat. It's a bit too early for lunch, but whatever. Maybe some food will help get your mind off of everything.

Karma forced you to sit on a chair and told you to wait while he took the order.

As you sat there, it did occur to you that an adult figure could potentially spot you skipping school and tell your parents, but you were past the point of caring.

You deserve a break.

Karma came back with a tray full of food.

You ate quietly because you wanted to enjoy your food. Usually, this is the part where you would start ranting, and yes, you do feel like ranting, but you're so tired.

"I'm thinking about switching schools." You eventually blurt out.

Karma gave you a long look. Because of the different classes, and your busy schedule, spending any time with Karma has been becoming more and more rare, so you would understand if he was against it.

But, he loves you, and the last thing he wants is for you to suffer.

"I get it." He nods. "Would your parents let you though?"

Oh right. How can you forget your parents?

Your shoulders drooped.

"Probably not."

"Why... don't you drop down to E class?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Trust me, you'll have more free time there." He insisted. "Sure, there is no AC or heater, the wifi sucks, and the walk there is long--"

"You're doing such a good job convincing me to go," you snort.

"I was just being honest. C'mon, you're dying there, and I can't stand it. Just drop down. The girls there aren't stuck up like the ones in your class so I'm sure you'll fit in.

It's a win-win situation. You would be less exhausted in his class and class E can use all the help they can get to kill their teacher.

"Besides, I'll be there." He grins.

The corners of your lips twitched up for a moment.

"It would be great to be in the same class together again."

"Exactly."

His eagerness for you to join class E made your heart flutter. Ever since he was sent to the End Class, you saw Karma less and less. It pained you as much as it pained him. It almost made you want to blindly go to E class with him. But, dropping down to the lowest class in a school like Kunugigaoka comes with some consequences.

For one thing, you would be completely isolated from the rest of the school. Which isn't a big deal considering you don't like any of your classmates.

You do have to suffer the dirty looks from your parents so you choose to drop down. They prided themselves on knowing you were a student at such an elite school. They would always brag to their other family members and friends all the time. It would be embarrassing.

You sighed and eventually gave an answer.

"I'll think about it."

#karma akabane #assassination classroom #reader insert #anime #romance #anon ask #ass class #karma x reader

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angelsyd · 11 months

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Lurker | jjk

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college student!reader x stalker!jungkook, dark, angst, bsf!jungkook x reader, light smut, slight Taehyung x reader,

summary: jungkook has been your best friend since your first year of college. Things begin to turn weird when you start to feel eyes behind your back whenever he's not around.

word count: 3k

warnings: stalking, mature themes, blood, manipulation, cursing, death, knifes, entitlement,

notes: it's here! it's my first time writing something like this, so i hope you guys enjoy <3

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You're sitting on your couch attempting to study for an upcoming math exam when you get a call from your best friend, Jeon Jungkook. You both met in your freshman year of college because you happened to sit next to him during class and he joined you for lunch in the dining hall. Ever since then, you've been inseparable.

“Hey, are you busy?” Jungkook chirped through the phone.

“Unfortunately” you huffed. “I have this stupid algebra test next week that I need to study for”

“Just wing it like I always do, it works for me” he chuckled at your misery.

“Unlike you Jeon, I actually need good grades” you match his playful condescending tone.

You heard the creak of his bed as he got up. “Well, whatever, I'm coming over,” he announced, then hung up the call.

Even though you were supposed to be doing your schoolwork, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was coming over to see you. You could use some time away from your computer and useless assignments. You lift yourself off the couch into the kitchen to go grab some snacks for when he gets here.

You and Jungkook are lying on the couch with your legs over his lap. You trace your forefinger over the outline of his tattoos while you watch the second season of The Summer I Turned Pretty.

“Seriously, who the fuck names their kid Belly?”

You smack him over the head with a pillow. “It's short for Isabel!”

“Then just call her that!” he laughed.

You guys begin to settle down and continue watching when your phone buzzes from your back pocket. You reach down and open a text from Tae, the guy you met on campus a couple weeks ago. He was a really attractive guy, almost majestic looking, with curled brown locks that contrasted Jungkook's sleek raven mane.

Tae messaged you asking if you were free this Friday because he wanted to take you to a new kbbq restaurant down the street. As you start typing a reply, you see Jungkook take notice and lean towards the screen.

He reads the message and quirks up a questioning eyebrow. “Who's that?”

You can sense a strong worry sensation coming off from him. He's always been pretty protective of you and around guys who show interest. But you think it's due to him seeing you as the little sister he's never had. And it warmed your heart to think that he felt that way.

“Oh him? We met weeks ago and we started talking pretty soon after that” You smiled thinking about it.

“Cool” Jungkook replied dryly. He turned back toward the tv with a blank expression plastered on his face.

You wanted to console and reassure him that Taehyung was a really sweet guy who treats you like a princess, even though we're not even officially dating yet. But you decide otherwise and continue watching Belly fuck up for the millionth time.

Midnight comes and it's time for Jungkook to return home. His mood seemed to get progressively better as the night went on and he started talking to you like normal again.

“I wish I could spend the night, but I got class in the morning” He frowns standing in the doorway.

“Don't worry about it Jeon, get some sleep” you say, patting his cheek in a caring jest.

You both bid your goodnights and you began cleaning up the mess of blankets and cushions on the couch. You pick up all the stray popcorn that landed on the couch during your fits of laughter and tickle fights initiated by Jungkook. You made your way over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes, attempting to scrub the butter off the clear bowl.

clink

The quietness of your apartment made the sound seem ten times louder. You turn around from the sink and peer around the room. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary so you return to cleaning, wiping down the countertops.

clink clink

You turned your head sharply towards the noise again. It was coming from the screen door. You silently cursed yourself for deciding to live on the first floor. As you continued staring at the door, for some unknown reason you felt a big wave of fear come over your body, as if you were being watched.

You didn't know why you felt this way, It could just be a street cat looking for food. You didn't see a cat anywhere. Before you could hear another strange noise, you bolt for your bedroom and lock the door behind you. You stood there against the door, your chest heaving.

You pull out your phone and start frantically texting Jungkook.

‘Are you still here? There's someone at my door and I'm freaking out’

‘hello? please answer’

‘jungkook?’

Delivered. It's been an hour of you confined in the closet of your room and he still hasn't replied to your message. He couldn't have walked home and fell asleep that fast. You haven't heard any other weird sounds since earlier, so you decided to stop being a baby and emerge from the closet.

It was already extremely late so you took a shower and then lay on your bed after you made sure the windows were locked.

The next morning, you're walking home from your last class of the day on a Facetime call with Jungkook. He always makes sure to keep an eye on you whenever you're walking alone.

“Hey did you get my text last night?” you questioned him. You saw that he read your text when you woke up but he never replied, he just brushed over it and sent his usual good morning text.

“Oh” He hesitated a little bit “I meant to ask you about it but I forgot”

“You could've just been hearing things you know, you were just tired,” Jungkook added.

You sighed into the phone thinking about the events last night. Maybe he was right, you might have just been tired and imagined a bump in the dark to be a bigger deal than it really was. A small part of you still felt afraid of someone trying to break in at night. It's especially scary considering you live alone.

“You're probably right” you bit your lip in thought “do you think you could stay with me tonight? Just to be safe?”

“Ye-yeah of course” You could practically see his eyes light up through the phone. You hung up the call as soon as you reached your apartment.

Later that night, you and Jungkook are sitting at the kitchen counter working on homework. He's hyper-focused on his computer screen, trying to finish his assignment before the midnight deadline.

You take advantage of the fact that he's not paying attention to admire him. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing the muscle tone of his forearms. A round pair of glasses sat on the tip of his nose, making his usual strong appearance seem more soft.

He was a very good-looking man, the kind of bad boy type that everyone is drawn to at least once in their life. Everyone else you knew anticipated you two would eventually end up together. You couldn't deny ever having slight feelings for the boy, it has crossed your mind a few times.

“Finally“ Jungkook taps the enter key loudly and slides his hands down his face.

You laughed at his gesture and closed both of your computers, sliding them further down the counter. He sat back relaxing his body in the chair.

“Can I use your bathroom? I've been holding it in this whole time” He asks with some humor in the last sentence.

“You know you don't need to ask” You giggle at his question.

“Hey I'm being polite” He lifts his arms up in defense and walks out of the kitchen, making his way to the washroom.

You pull out your phone and text Tae. He confirms that he’ll be at your place by six tomorrow afternoon to pick you up. You squirm around in excitement. It was nice to be able to go out with someone after what felt like decades of being single.

Your fingers type away in a playful conversation with your upcoming date. The thin hairs on the nape of your neck begin to stick up. A sensation you remember all too well.

You held a tight grip around the phone. As if it were the stuffed animal you held as a child, protecting you from the dark. You didn't want to turn around and face who, or what could be behind you.

As you frantically peer around the room, you notice that the hanging mirror in the living room is visible from where you're sitting. You squint in its direction to get a better look at the door less than a foot away from your back.

For a second you see nothing but darkness. Then a hasty hand places itself against the glass, slowly sliding down. Your whole body shivers with fear at the sight. You let out a horrified scream and ran out of your seat and into the living room.

You whip your head back towards the screen door, but the person was gone. You stood there breathing heavily, your hair was sticking to your cheekbones from the cold sweat. Once you stood long enough to ensure they weren't coming back, you rushed towards the bathroom door.

Before you made it, Jungkook was already halfway down the hall.

“We need to call the police!!” you grab both his arms in a death grip “It happened again!”

“What do you mean? What happened?” he asked with the most puzzled look on his face. You paused at his reaction. How did he not hear?

“Jungkook, the weird noises? They're back, i-i saw hand and everything” You try to remind him. You searched his eyes trying to look for some fear or an ounce of belief in you. He placed both of his palms cupping your cheeks. His touch felt cold, it made you flinch a little.

“y/n listen, I didn't see or hear anything” he spoke. “I think you're just imagining things” He was speaking to you as if you were a child. You knew what you saw, but his calm demeanor threatened to make you second guess.

“Come here let me prove it to you” He led you by your hand through the kitchen and up to the window. He unlocked the door and slid it open. You stood there biting your lower lip nervously. He walked out and looked around. ‘Nothing’ he mouthed to you.

He gestured for you to follow him outside. You hesitated at first, but then you decided not to make a fool of yourself anymore and stepped out.

“That wasn't so bad huh?” Jungkook smiled lovingly at you. You tried to match his smile, but you were still a bit nervous on the inside.

“Wait look” he points ahead in the dark. You turn your head quickly, searching for a figure in the darkness. You felt a pair of strong hands slither their way up your back and to your shoulders.

“BOO” Jungkook yelled in your ear. You scream and stumble onto the floor, hurting your ass.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you yell at him. He’s bent over laughing uncontrollably, tears in his eyes. After a minute he walks over to you and offers his hand. You take it and he pulls you up to him.

“I'm sorry I had to” he chuckles with a little guilt mixed in. You huff and walk back into the apartment, leaving him behind.

The dress you wore hugged your body beautifully, the satin fabric wrapped around your curves in a sexy but classy way. You didn't want to reveal too much so soon. You thought you looked gorgeous, and you assumed Tae did too by the way he kept glancing at you in the passenger seat.

When you arrived, he got out of his seat and opened your door like a gentleman. You could tell he was trying to make a good impression. You both walked side by side into the restaurant. it was a lot fancier than you imagined, you were glad because you looked extremely polished up.

The waiter sat you guys at a small table in the corner. Tae ordered a round of drinks for both of you, and you appreciated the dominant move.

“I'm glad you came” Tae smiled at you “you look amazing.” His comment made you blush and look down. You returned the compliment and you two made small talk for the next hour.

You felt your phone buzz next to you. You didn't want to be rude so you looked up at Tae, he nodded in approval and took a sip of his drink. It was a message from Jungkook. You texted him your location earlier to be safe, ‘just in case your date was a cold-blooded murder’ as he put it. So he was probably just checking up on you.

He asked if you were leaving soon and you replied that you were leaving soon and that Tae is staying over at your place for a while. Jungkook read the message quickly but he didn't respond. A little later, Tae paid the bill and drove you back to your place.

Both of you were sprawled out on the couch in a heated makeout session. You didn't know what started it, maybe it was the three margaritas, or maybe it was the low-lidded look on his face. But right now you didn't care about that.

Tae's hands glided over your body, leaving nothing untouched. You sucked in a sharp breath every time he inched closer to your heat, you were desperate for him to touch you there but he only teased you. He smirked at your breathless whimpers and kept kissing you.

“We should move to the bed” You whispered in his ear. He nodded and lifted you up by your thighs, you let out a surprised squeal that only seemed to turn him on more. He placed you gently on the bed and started lifting up your dress.

You help him and lift it up slowly, teasing him like he did to you. You throw the dress across the room leaving you in your matching set. Maybe you lied about not wanting to reveal much, you didn't wear your best lingerie for nothing.

Tae climbed onto the bed, he placed kisses trailing from your covered heat to your breast until he was hovering straight over you. He placed wet kisses on your neck and collarbone. You peered around the room, your vision blurring in pleasure.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow in the window. You shut your eyes, trying to get back into what's happening with the man above you. You couldn't help but look again, and what you saw made you jump.

A man with a hammer smashed into the window, glass shards flying everywhere. You scream at the site, crawling backward on the bed. Tae gasped sharply and looked around the room frantically for a weapon. He settled for the lamp on your nightstand and stood up.

The man swiftly jumped through the window, landing on the glass. The moonlight shined on his face, revealing his identity.

Jungkook.

Your breath hitched. Tears streamed down your eyes. You screamed his name but he didn't acknowledge you, he was looking at Tae.

In one swift motion, Jungkook lunges at him. They both fell to the floor in a mess of throwing fists. The awful sounds of hands meeting bone fill your ears. You quickly come to your senses and search for your phone in the bedsheets.

You press the emergency service button and wait with shaky palms for someone to pick up. You didn't see Jungkook make his way over and snatch the phone, throwing it across the room.

He yanked you by the hair, dragging you to the floor. The pain in your scalp inhibited you from hearing what he was saying, all you heard was a loud scream. He dropped you and held the back of his leg. Blood was gushing all over the floor.

You turned and saw Tae on the floor, glass shard in hand. His face was swollen and red from Jungkook's punches earlier. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but you thought better than it.

Jungkook turned towards the man on the ground, eyes beaming with anger. He searches the ground and picks up the hammer, bludgeoning Tae with it.

“STOP!” You scream. You choked on your sobs, barely able to breathe.

You pull your knees to your chest and cover your eyes with your arms, trying to drown out Tae’s pleas for mercy. You sat in that position for what felt like an eternity until the noises stopped. A moment later you felt familiar arms wrap around your body.

“Shhh it's okay” He whispered in your ear “I'm here with you.”

The calmness of his voice disturbed you. How could he do this? The man you knew for the past year is no longer here, instead, it was a monster. A cold-blooded killer.

He lifted your chin to face him. You felt warm liquid smear from his fingers and onto your skin, it sent shivers down your spine. Jungkook gazed at you with the loving look from before. He leaned down and placed a firm kiss on your lips.

“I've always loved you, since the beginning” He spoke against your lips “I'm the one who deserves you."

You hesitated a moment before playing along.

“I love you too, Jungkook”

You reached behind and grabbed a large glass shard. When you secure the weapon firmly in your palm, you lift it up in a swift motion and spear Jungkook in the chest.

He gasps and claws at the piece stuck in his torso. You shove him flat to the ground and rush towards Tae's body.

You hold his limp figure in your arms, more tears streaming down your cheeks. You thought back to all the weird events from before. It was him this whole time. The shadows in the dark, the feeling of being watched. It was all Jungkook.

You held Tae tighter, whispering apologies he'll never hear. You stayed like that until the sound of police sirens filled your ears.

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vampwritesstuff · 1 year

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TMNT Brothers when Reader is Sick.

Type: Headcannons

Request?: not a request

TMNT Version: not specified, although I wrote this imagining the 2012 version, this could fit with most other versions.

CW: it’s mentioned that reader stays with Leo in his room and Raph puts reader in his bed, nothing nsfw tho (idk if that’s counts but I’m adding it anyway), Reader’s gender is not specified ! Each character’s part differs in length cause it’s hard to write for some of these boys lol.

if you wanna see more of my writing, checkout my Multi-Fandom Masterlist !

LEO

bro does not know what is wrong with you until you actually tell him you’re sick.

Once he knows that you’re sick, he’s spending every waking moment making sure that you’re properly taken care of.

Won’t let his brothers near you within a 20ft radius. (Not only because you are sick but also doesn’t want his brothers getting sick. He also has to prioritize their health as well :((. )

He gets a little more anxious when you’re sick, he has no idea if your common cold could turn into some life threatening illness.

Refuses to let you out of his sight, which consequently ends up with you rooming with him while you recover.

Is ready to wait on you hand and foot, you want a thicker blanket? A tissue box? You’re not moving from that spot on his bed cause he’s already out the door and dragging whatever you need back into the room.

Have schoolwork/work reports to do? He’s forcing a begrudging Donnie to do it for you.

Overall he’s just an anxious, caring boyfriend who wants to make sure his sick s/o is as comfortable as possible.

RAPH

Unlike Leo, he can tell you’re getting sick as soon as you start taking naps when you normally don’t nap.

Is pulling your sleeping form off the couch and is laying you down on his bed, going to get a cool wet washcloth and some medicine to help your fever.

Once you wake up, he’s scolding you and calling you an idiot for letting yourself get sick.

Acts like he doesn’t really care much but is actually very worried about your health. What has you stressing yourself out so much that you make yourself sick? Is all he can ask himself.

Of course he won’t actually ask you, gotta keep up the tough guy act.

However, once you’re feeling better, he’s keeping a closer eye on you to make sure you don’t overwork yourself.

“Quit doing that.” “Doing what?” “Ignoring your own health just to help others out.” “Oh.”

MIKEY

Basically turns into your personal chef.

He’s not great at actually doing anything to really help you get better, he asks Donnie to help him out with your medicine.

However, mans will make sure you’re eating good.

Like, he actually has a meal plan for all of his brothers for when they get sick, why would you be any different?

You want something to eat but food upsets your stomach? He’s finding the perfect food for you that will taste good and not upset your stomach.

Tired of water? He’s finding you a different drink that’s just as hydrating.

Hates forcing you to eat when your sick, but you gotta eat something to keep your body functioning :((

Will happily cook anything for you if you ask him for it, doesn’t care if it might upset your stomach, he’s just happy you have enough of an appetite to ask him for food instead of him feeding you on a schedule.

He gets super cuddly when you’re sick, he doesn’t care if you don’t want him getting sick, he just wants to comfort you and he thinks cuddling is a great way to do that.

Mikey basically turns into a malewife.

DONNIE

The only brother that knows how to treat you symptomatically.

I mean, cmon he’s smart and this is definitely not his first go around with someone he cares about being sick.

Unlike the others, he’ll avoid getting extremely close to you cause he’s a little germaphobic.

Not to the point though that he won’t consider even being in the same room as you, man just doesn’t wanna get sick either.

He’ll have you try random home remedies that he finds on the internet. But if those don’t work, he’ll just treat you with regular medicine.

He feels sorry if you have to take that nasty tasting medicine though, and in his words (and Mary Poppins’) “A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.”

Yes, he will make you eat a spoonful of sugar after taking any gross tasting medicine.

It’s the thought that counts right?

Even though he’s not physically affectionate with you when you’re sick, he will do little acts of service and gift giving.

Tried making a robot that would do things for you when him and his brothers were on missions, but it malfunctioned and would’ve started a fire if he hadn’t come back in time.

Found one of those microwaveable lavender scented rice stuffed animals and gave it to you, he’s actually very proud of himself for that gift.

Overall just really sweet when your sick.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo

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somekidnamedkai · 2 years

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if the request are still open can you do riddle , ace ,deuce , vill and malleus with an mc who suddenly started ignoring them and making excuses to not see them,but they found out on their birthday that mc was making a surprise party for them and in the end to apologize to them they hugs them ( and maybe kiss their cheeks ) if this request is too complicated it’s fine you don’t have to^^

Ignoring Them For A Surprise Party

Authors note: Welcome to the start of me being bad at titling my stuff lol. I had a lot of fun writing these, thank you for the request anon!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia

Warnings: None. I have the vocabulary of a middle schooler so some words are repetitive my apologies.

Gender neutral reader

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle first noticed you ignoring him when you would jolt out of the classroom, not waiting for him so you two could walk together. Whenever he tried to ask you about it, you’d turn and walk away. Or blatantly ignore him and talk to Ace or whoever was nearby.

He began to wonder what was going on. Did he do something? Did he forget something important? No, your birthday wasn’t for another few months. And your guys' anniversary was just a few weeks ago. Riddle remembered every important date. So why were you ignoring him?

Did someone spread a rumor about him? If so, they would surely pay. Riddle went to ask Cater, who would surely know if something was going on. Nothing.

Riddle decided that maybe you’ve been having a bad week, so he’ll take you on a date.

He arrived at Ramshackle to make sure you were free. “Oh, sorry, Riddle, I have something important going on. A big test, yup, really big.” You said hesitantly. A test? On a Saturday evening? And was that Ace and Deuce in there with you?

After his visit to Ramshackle, Riddle was beginning to stress over it even more. Why were you avoiding him? What did he do?!

He demanded Ace and Deuce tell him, but they wouldn't budge. Luckily, Trey was there so he convinced Riddle to not collar the duo.

As the days, which felt like weeks to Riddle went by, he began to feel frustrated and crushed. Was this your way of breaking up with him? By just avoiding him till he got the point? Or were you? No, you would never cheat on Riddle. And he wasn’t going to accuse you of cheating.

Finally, it was on the 6th day, but who’s counting? Riddle saw his phone light up with his ringtone playing. At first, he ignored it. Until Riddle remembered that he muted everyone except for you, he wanted to be sure that he never missed anything. Riddle practically leaped over his bed to grab his phone, dropping whatever schoolwork he was doing.

The second Riddle grabbed his phone he answered your call. “Sweet tart? Hello?” He spoke desperately. Which is what he was. Riddle was desperate to hear your voice. Listening to old voice messages over and over again didn’t help much.

You smiled when your boyfriend answered and began to talk. You missed him, “Hey, love. I want-“

You couldn’t even finish talking before Riddle spoke again, “I miss you! I’m so sorry for whatever I did! I really am. Please don’t ignore me again! I miss you so much, sweet tart!” He blurted out. “Y/N?” He asked when you didn’t answer.

“You didn’t do anything, dear, but can you come to Ramshackle?” You asked him, and he immediately agreed.

It took Riddle about 5 minutes to get to Ramshackle, and then he knocked on the door. Riddle heard a little bit of noise before it went silent. “Come in!” You shouted.

When Riddle opened the door it was almost completely dark, which was shocking considering the number of broken windows in the dorm.

The lights came on right after Ruddle walked in, “SURPRISE!”

Riddle stumbled back in shock, but you caught him before he could fall. “Happy birthday, my love,” You told him.

“It’s my… birthday?” Riddle asked. He had completely forgotten about it amongst you, ignoring him. So that was the important date he forgot about.

A small laugh escaped your lips, “yes, silly. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. It’s just that I was planning your party with everyone.”

Riddle let out a sigh before regaining his composure. “Well, Don’t do that again, please. You worried me.”

You kissed Riddle on the cheek, then a quick peck on the lips. “I promise I won’t. Now, let’s enjoy your party, birthday boy.”

Ace Trappola

At first, Ace just thought you were trying to prank him by only really talking with Deuce and Jack. But when Deuce said that you weren’t pranking him, Ace got annoyed. Why are you ignoring him? Was it because he pranked you just a week ago? You’ve never cared about his pranks, so why now?

Ace would try to get you to stop ignoring him by pranking you even more. One prank Ace did was kind of small, but it’d get you to talk to him, was to take the ink tube out of your pen. Or if you were using a quill, he’d replace it with a regular feather.

Unfortunately, his plan backfired. Whenever you would need a new utensil you would immediately go to Deuce. Or even Grim. Why Grim?! Seeing how his little prank didn’t work, Ace made his pranks a lot bigger. If his small ones weren’t catching your eyes, these would. Yeah, it didn’t work.

Fine, whatever, ignore Ace all you want. He doesn’t care. Yes, he does. Ace would begin texting you, telling you that it was important and that he needed you to go by asap. But you would only leave him on read.

Ace thought luck was on his side when Riddle said there was going to be an unbirthday party. You never miss an unbirthday party. Even in past times when you and Ace argued, you never missed an unbirthday party.

That night Ace texted you, letting you know about the unbirthday party. To his shock, your reply was quick and simple “can’t. I'm busy.” What do you mean you can't?! You’ve never missed a party

That was it. Ace finally admitted. He probably did something wrong and you weren’t just pranking him. So for the next few nights, he would ponder over what he could’ve done. Deuce wasn’t any help with it either.

At the unbirthday party, Ace tried to coax it out of Riddle or Trey, or anyone for that matter, on why you were ignoring him. But they all claimed to either not know. Or they wouldn’t tell. Rude.

It had been about a week of Ace complaining to Deuce about you again. He missed you. Your laugh, your smile, your everything. The way you would hug Ace after a long day. How good of a kisser you were.

Deuce just suggested that he talk to you at ramshackle tomorrow. But Ace said that you wouldn’t answer. But Deuce promised that you would.

So here Ace was, at ramshackle. He knocked on the door then it opened. He stepped into the shockingly dark dorm. A second later and the lights turned on, and confetti was thrown at his face. “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Oh yeah! It was Ace's birthday. He kind of forgot in his efforts to get you to talk to him. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” you told Ace.

This boy didn’t realize how much he missed your voice until now. Ace practically leaped himself into your arms and squeezed you tight.

“Please don’t ignore me again!” He said as he looked at you. You had your beautiful smile that made him smile.

You kissed Ace all over his face before you looked at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, but I wanted to be sure your surprise party stayed a surprise party.”

Ace nodded. He looked past you and at the others who were watching. “You’re forgiven. Now let's go enjoy my party!”

Deuce Spade

Deuce almost immediately noticed you ignoring him. It started with you not holding his hand after class, to you only talking to Ace at lunch, and now you wouldn’t even answer his texts.

He’s been spamming your messages, asking if he did anything wrong, but you didn’t answer. He’s been (bothering) asking Ace if he’s done anything. No answer from him either.

A few days went by. Deuce finally stopped blowing up your phone with text messages. Now he’s passing you notes in class and sending gifts to ramshackle. Deuce even got your attention for a minute when he grabbed your pen as you took it out of the bag.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Deuce asked as he held the pen out of your reach. You didn’t answer. Instead, you looked to Ace, who gave you a new one. Defeated, Deuce threw your pen back down and sulked in his seat.

Deuce began to message you and see if you wanted to hang out, only to get ignored. He would tell Ace to shut up so you would listen to him instead, and then Deuce would invite you on a date. “I’m busy.” The boy began to sulk again.

Cue the disaster of what is Deuce for the next few days. He’s a mess. He misses you a lot and has no idea how to make it up to you. He’s tried apologizing. You said it was nothing. He’s asked you on dates, and you always say you're busy. He’d give you flowers then you’d just put them aside.

The morning of Deuce’s birthday arrived. And he was dreading it. It wouldn’t have mattered how many ‘happy birthdays’ he got or how many small gifts like pencils or chocolate Deuce got. He just wanted you. And a hug.

Deuce wanted to stay in bed, but Ace convinced him to get up or Riddle would off with his head. “Fine, whatever, partner snatcher.” Dang. Ok, Deuce. We get it you’re mad, but no need to resort to name-calling.

“I’m going to ignore that. Anyways, remember our plans at Ramshackle today. Don’t be late.” Ace told Deuce as he left the room. What plans at Ramshackle? What were they doing?

Wait. If Deuce’s other friends already had plans today... Did they forget his birthday? “Oh, happy birthday, by the way.” Nevermind. At least Ace remembered.

Deuce, after a few years, finally arrived at Ramshackle. And when he opened the door, he walked inside to see darkness. Oh no, did the lights break before he got ther- “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The surprise knocked Deuce back a few feet. “Happy birthday,” You told Deuce as you walked over to your boyfriend, who was going through the five stages of grief when you walked towards him.

The second you spread your arms out, Deuce dove into them for a hug. “I love you,” He muttered into your chest while you two held a warm hug and you kissed his forehead.

“Hey, listen. I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just thought that it would be the best way of keeping your party a surprise,” you explained to Deuce.

Deuce nodded as he felt a few tears. He was so happy, “It’s ok. But please never do that again.”

You nodded as you backed away and smiled at your boyfriend. You kissed him on the cheek before guiding him over to the others to celebrate his birthday.

Vil Schoenheit

At first, Vil thought you were having a bad day and needed a little space. He’d lecture you for being rude another day. But when the next day came around and you still weren’t talking to him? You would just walk in front of him and not say anything.

Vil, to say the least, was not happy when he realized you were ignoring him. He doesn’t have time for your shenanigans. Vil would try to get your attention and ask you what’s wrong or send you a message but you would either brush him off or just not respond.

He would go through the next few days thinking about what was wrong with you. Did someone say something to you? If so they would surely pay. Were you just trying to prank him? Whatever. Vil wasn’t going to stress over your attitude. He needed to maintain his complexion.

Don’t be fooled though, just because he wasn’t stressing out over it? doesn’t mean it wasn’t affecting him. Vil loved you. A lot. And he missed cuddling you at night before he went to sleep. And he was really upset you were ignoring him.

Vil’s birthday was approaching and he had hoped to go on a date with you. So he showed up to Ramshackle with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and candy. “Pumpkin! I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date. Tonight or tomorrow?” He asked when you answered the door, giving you the flowers and candy.

“Oh... I’m busy. Tonight and tomorrow. Sorry, sweetie.” You closed the door before Vil could say anything in response.

Dejected, Vil went back to Pomefiore and looked over some of his schoolwork when a thought came to his mind. If you want to avoid him so badly, he’ll send the vice housewarden after you.

“Of course, anything for you Roi Du Poison!” Rook would immediately agree and then head out to Ramshackle, although it was not to spy on you, instead, it was to plan.

It was the day before Vil’s birthday when he decided he had enough. Vil felt like a different person without you. And he didn’t like it.

Vil saw Ace, Deuce, and Jack and asked them what your deal was and what was going on with you. They said it was nothing. So then Vil went to Epel to coax it out of the boy. He didn’t budge.

Remember when Vil wasn’t stressing over this? Now he is. You were the love of his life, and now you were avoiding him, and he had no idea what to do.

On his birthday, Vil got a text from you, “can you come to ramshackle? it’s important.” Vil immediately went out to the rundown dorm his prefect stayed in.

Once Vil got there, he opened the door and stepped inside. He didn’t knock. You told him to go there anyways, so who else would you expect?

It was pitch black when he walked inside. “Is this a-“ “SURPRISE!” Everyone jumped out, and the lights got turned on. Vil looked around, all of his friends were there, and streamers decorated the front lobby

“Happy birthday!” You told Vil as you stepped towards him. He gave you a big hug, squeezing you tight and not wanting to let go.

You returned his hug. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I was so excited about your party, and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.” You explained to him. Vil understood now. But he wasn’t going to let this go.

“It’s alright sweet potato. But we’re going to talk about communication,” Vil told you as you audibly groaned and muttered a ‘fine.’ Vil smiled for the first time in the last few days.

You began to give Vil small kisses all over his face. A kiss on his cheek, one on his nose, his forehead, then his temple. “Let’s enjoy your party.”

Malleus Draconia

You thought you could get away with ignoring him? Good luck. As soon as Malleus noticed you were ignoring him he would get very upset. The clouds would be dark and thundering.

He missed you more than he could explain. You were his first real friend and first partner. And now he didn’t have anyone. He missed your guys' conversations and holding your hand and walking around with you. You didn’t even go to the club meeting with him to look at and study the gargoyles.

Malleus would drop by Ramshackle to make sure you were alright, but you either weren’t there, or you ignored him to talk with your friends. He would sulk or storm away to go by another time.

Listen, I hope you aren’t scared of thunder and lightning because that’s how the weather is going to be until you start talking to him.

Sebek will be hunting you down, so I hope you have a place to hide. And if he finds you, be prepared for the lecture you were going to get from him about ‘hurting the young master’ and ‘you're being a mean person.’

You tell him about the plan for Malleus’ party. He’s still not happy about it. Sebek will leave with final words to talk to him.

During one of his daily walks by ramshackle Malleus spotted you, without your friends. He hoped that today would be the day you talked to him. With a bright smile, he walked over to you.“Child of Man! Would you care to accompany me for a walk today? We could go out to eat after as well.”

You motioned for the boxes in your hands, “I can’t. I have to get these boxes inside and unpack them. Thank you for the offer, though!” You said and began to walk inside the dorm.

Malleus was right behind as you were walking, “I can help you,” he offered but you brushed him off saying you got it. You closed the door and Malleus stood outside.

He left the dorm just as Silver and Sebek came by looking for him. Malleus went back to his dorm to sulk in his room. Did someone threaten you to not talk to him? Did he do something that made you mad?

The next few days came and went. Malleus missed your walks and dates. The talks you two would have. You were the love of his life. He felt empty without you.

And now, it was his birthday. He woke up, got dressed, and checked his phone. Malleus didn’t know how to use a phone, but he could at least do the basics, like enabling his text messages. When he turned the phone on, Malleus was half expecting no notifications, but he hoped there would be. Malleus practically leaped for joy when he said your name on his phone. He opened your text, a request to drop by Ramshackle later.

Time felt like it was going by slower than usual. Malleus was so happy when he opened the text, he was about to go to your dorm that instant, but he decided to wait as you asked him.

Malleus had an extra prep in his step as he walked up to the door and knocked on it. “Come in!” He heard your voice. Malleus opened the door and walked in.

He then almost tripped, not expecting the dorm to be completely dark. “Child of-“ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” He was interrupted by a bunch of cheers and the lights turning on.

You and some of his classmates were in the dorm with handheld confetti cannons. You immediately ran to Malleus and gave him a big hug. “Happy birthday, Tsunotarou!” You told your boyfriend happily as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

Malleus didn’t want to let go of the hug. He’s missed you, and now that you’re in his arms, he wants to stay that way forever. “Was this all for me, my love?” He asked and looked around the decorated dorm. You nodded in response. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Thank you so much child of man.” He answered your question as you smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Now let's have some fun!” you told him as you pulled him towards the others.

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essays and costumes

hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader (implied fem?)

synopsis: you want to tell your boyfriend about a wonderful idea you have, but he seems to be busy with other things. what do you do in response?

cw: not proofread, i also wrote this at 10 pm ; no caps ; y/n used once ; lmk if i missed something!

“hitoshi.”

“mm.”

“hitoshi. i have an idea.”

“mhm…go on..” your boyfriend stayed put, eyes glued to whatever he was doing on his laptop. the two of you were in your dorm, “studying” together.

“ugh, toshi, pay attention!” you say, waving your hand in front of his face. his eyes jumped quickly to yours and he sighed.

“love, i have an essay due tonight. i promise i’ll listen,” he said offering a smile. you gave him a look of uncertainty, but began speaking.

“okay so…halloween is around the corner and our class is having a party…” you began. he nodded his head, telling you to keeping going while he typed.

“and i was thinking…what if we did a couples costume?” you offer. he pauses.

“mhm. let’s do it.” he says nonchalantly.

“uh, okay, yay! so i was thinking we could do barbie or ken, or rapunzel and flynn, or-“ you halt your sentence, noticing that your boyfriend seems to have locked in again on his schoolwork. you sigh.

“toshi…” words fail you as you don’t know what to do. your eyes trail around your room and all of a sudden an idea hits you.

a smirk forms on your face and you let your eyes linger on hitoshi’s face, waiting for him to look back. at some point he looks up and notices the look you are giving him.

“what?” he asks, a smile forming.

“oh, nothing, just thinking…” you say with a shrug.

“just thinking?” he inches his body slightly closer to yours. perfect.

“yeah, thinking. about life and things.” you reply, moving closer to him.

“what ‘things?’” he says, moving even closer. his laptop has been discarded and placed to his right, expecting this conversation to go some place.

“i don’t know, i can’t remember…” you speak. you and hitoshi are now mere inches apart, lips threatening to connect at any second.

“you want me to help with that?” he whispers, reaching for your cheek. you look to his lips, as if to ask for permission. he looks to yours and you both lean in a little closer. as he begins to pull you in, you snap your head away, as if the “things” came back to mind.

“oh! i remember now! it was this video i saw earlier of a cat!” you say, eagerly. your boyfriend stares at you with his lips parted, now a flustered mess.

“[y/n]…” he speaks, softly. “what was that for?”

“hm? what was what for?” you say, finding a random cat video to finish your bit. “found it!” you shove your phone in his face, avoiding his questions purposefully. he slowly puts his hand onto your arm and pushes it down whilst watching the video.

“don’t play dumb. you know what you did,” he says, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“did what?” you smirk back. “this?” you quickly pull his face to yours, close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your face.

“baby, please…” he groans.

“oh? but i thought you had an essay to finish?” you whisper, your hand reaching to cup his cheek. he pauses for a moment.

“my essay can wait.”

a/n: oh wow my first writing in a while! i finally had some time and just got an idea so be blessed 🙏 also WE NEED MORE SHINSOU FICS!!! PLEASE IM BEGGING!!! maybe i can write more in the future…(?) my requests are open if you want to request anything hitoshi related, but no smut please! anyways have a great night/day and be sure to drink tons of water! thanks for reading <3

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou #bnha x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #dreamyysouls💌

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