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therealpontius · 1 year

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BBQ (pt4) ~ skate park pontius

Plot: chris needs alittle help…

Warnings: wound

You drive home in silence, the house was ten minutes away yet it felt ten hours. the way chris was so horrible to ehren was like he was trying to show off to you, his smile was so... sweet? You felt bad for not going out with him and steve-o tonight, youll message him when you get home to apologise... you cant believe you said that to johnny 'i thought it was you so i didnt say anything' "im Litterally so embarrassed holy shit."

You arrive at your drive through and walk in the door "im so tired" you said to yourself and dragged your feet upstairs, you didnt even bother to take of my makeup or clothes, slowly drifting off to the faint sound of cars passing the road and the rain just starting to hit your window

*Ping*

You jump out your skin as your phone vibrates on the dresser "who is it now" you say annoyingly, reaching for your phone

[you have 1 new message from "playgirl pontius"]

You giggle seeing his contact name but open your phone anyways

"Hey y/n im in a bit of a situation"

"Hey chris, are you okay?"

"I was skating in the skate park alone and ive fell and cut my knee bad"

You wouldve thought he was used to this shit...

"Shit! Are any of the boys coming down to get you?"

"No they are all drunk or too lazy, would you? You could just take me home"

'GOD LET ME SLEEP'

"Yes ofc just send me the address ill be a good 6 minutes"

Well great your too fucking tired, you drag yourself out of bed once again and get your car keys and head to the skate park hes in. You look around the dark street and see a black silhouette of a tall man with short buzzed hair, there he is. You slowly get out the car and head towards the black figure, it was so cold. "Chris?" The silhouette turns around and walks under the street lamp "hey y/n! Sorry to drag you out so late" he said looking more nervous than usual. You looked down at his leg to see a cut, quite deep but definitely not one hes never had before. "do you wanna just relax before we head?" He said pointing to a small bench "but your cut looks pretty bad?" As much as youve saw one like this you were still worried "i can deal with it" he said cockily and linked arms with yours walking over the the bench, you sat down but it felt so... intimate? You weren't scared of this thought.. you slowly moved closer to him and rested your head on his sholder for a while and let out a huge yawn "im sorry your so tired do you want to go the now?" You had a thought about it but were so comfy, he was so warm, just like a hot water bottle "im comfy but we can leave the now if your wanting to go look after your leg?" You said sleepily looking up at him "well okay maybe we should probably go and clean it" you both stood up and headed towards your car and got in.

He buckles his seat belt and looks over at you "thankyou y/n seriously i dont know what I would do without you" he smiled at you and looked forward out the window " yeah no problem i hope i didnt make you uncomfy by lying on your sholder im just tired and cold" he shook his head " no not at all" he patted your leg in reassurance. You put on misfits and both sang along in attempt to wake you up. Hes a good singer.

You drop him off at his house "do you want to come in? I know your tired but i might need a hand with my leg" you rolled your eyes and laughed "thats just an excuse for company" you got out the car and followed him to his door, singing misfits worked you felt more awake "i hope my house isnt too messy" you looked around and saw a few cans of beer in the living room and a few pairs of boxers lying at the bottom of the steps "ive been a bit buisy with jackass right now ive not had enough time to clean" he said anxiously "chris i dont care about your house im just worried about the cut, go sit ill get a wet cloth and plasters"

You returned to the living room five minutes later and he was sitting on the couch, you could tell he was tired "right lets get started" you kneel down at his legs and start cleaning the blood with a damp peice of toilet paper "augh" he winced and threw his head back but it didnt stop you from cleaning it, just wanting to go to bed "you doing great chris" you picked up the wet towel and prepared him "deep breaths" you touched the exposed wound with the wet towel to try stop any infection, your not a professional "fuck ouch" chris's head jerked forward and he looked in so much pain, maybe it was worse than you thought. You lightly placed a large plaster over the cut and heard him sigh in relief .

You looked up at him and smiled "well done you done great" he weakly laughed " what time is it" he rubbed his eyes and sat up, you stood up and checked your watch "its eleven, only eleven? Jesus" you slumped next to him "we must be getting old" he giggled and turned to you and you made a fake sad face " i need to drive home now" he made the fake sad face back "how long is that?" "Like 20 minutes" he sat up and looked deep in though "you can just stay here, have a shower in the morning if you need one and borrow my clothes?" You cant even argue against that, your too tired to drive " okay sure ill sleep on the couch" he nodded and left to go up to his room "goodnight!" You heard him shout down and you fell asleep immediately.

#jackass #chris pontius #wildboyz #mtv jackass #fanfic #dickhouse #Spotify

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 years

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CRUSH(ED)

male yandere x reader

“I'm telling you, that episode was ridiculous!" You laughed at the boy's enthusiasm; he walked next to you, his shoulder nearly bumping against yours.

"I cant believe they killed off a main character, she was my favorite too.." you groan.

Making the way along each locker, you finally stopped in front of your own.

"Ahh really? I thought the dashing male lead would have stolen your heart." Your friend sarcastically responded, striking a pose. You shoved him lightly, laughing.

Lain had been your best friend for a few years now, and you being his.

Starting out as spooked freshmen, Lain had no problem winning you over with his expert knowledge on the school and his class clown title. You strived to be like him: confident, well spoken, and well liked. He was genuinely perfect in your eyes. A little too perfect. He got along with everyone, it was a surprise that he even took you under his wing; being near antisocial and with your head down, you were grateful he continued to make an effort to be there. You stuck to his side like glue.

Which is why it hurt a little too much when he would play with you.

Getting close was not foreign to him; he was not particularly touchy with other people you noticed, but would easily stake claim by putting an arm around you, holding your hand, or putting his face a little too close when whispering.

You questioned him, wondering if he possibly liked you. At first you felt like you looked to into it; but the internet article "5 Signs He's Into You" made you question. Sure, it was dumb as hell to rely on a dating tips website, but what other choice did you have?

Yet the rejection was something you weren't prepared for.

"Do I like you? C'mon (Y/n) don't joke around. I could never see you that way, who could?" Lain laughed at your expense, not realizing the comment struck you harder than intended. He was known for brutal jokes, but that outright felt like too much. After all, you weren't the one toying with him! Putting your arms around him and such, you could never be so bold. So why did he get to do it? You never brought it up again, feeling too ashamed to try. And Lain never questioned it outloud either.

Ever since, it felt like he hovered a bit before tickling you or snuggling up against you on the couch; but he continued to be "friendly" affectionate.

"Helloo, are you off in space?" Lain waved a hand in front of your face. You had gotten lost in thought again. You snapped up to look at his gaze, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, just thinking about the test coming up." You lied, trying to cover the hurt crossing your eyes.

"Yeah, okay," Lain said, his eyebrows going up questioningly.

"Anyway, chem is about to start so hurry up."

You begin to chatter about something with Lain whilst rummaging through your tiny locker for books. Lain does the same from a few lockers down; it's honestly a miracle he's so close to you.

"So anyway-" you were cut off, as a rush of papers fell out of your locker. You caught most of them before they hit the floor, but a loose sheet and envelope managed to escape your cradle. Lain moved to pick them up. His movement felt painfully slow, as you began to sweat. Shoving the papers back in your locker, you shut it tight, not bothering to deal with the dangling lock. You ripped the pink scented envelope out of Lain's hands. He was inspecting it, curious but a frown pulled his lips downward.

"What's that." He asked, his voice monotone and bland. "Nothing." You respond quickly, shoving it into an open pocket In your backpack. "What do you mean nothing? That wasn't nothing." Lain moved to look behind you, but you turned sideways to avoid his curious glare. "Its nothing!!" You shout, looking down. Your face was growing hot.

Lain saw a small name scribbled on the blush colored envelope, but it was taken away too fast for him to read. He was itching to get his hands on it again. Whoever that was meant for would surely not be receiving it. But a brilliant idea popped in his head. " is that from a se-cret lo-ver.." He teased, wiggling his eyebrows whilst looking at you.

"No! Its, it's not from anybody." You rubbed the sweat off your palms. This was bad, he wasn't supposed to see that. "So, then you wrote it. Who's it for?" Lain's voice strained, his face inching closer to yours.

"Its.." you quickly tried to come up with am excuse. "Its just a thank you note! I got extra help on math homework this past weekend thanks to a teacher."

Lain gave you a quizzical look.

"But you were hanging with me this weekend, and I always help you-"

"It was on friday." You interrupted. Staring into Lains eyes, you desperately hoped your flustered face wasn't noticeable. He scrutinized you. Lain could tell you were lying but wouldnt point it out. Doing so wouldn't allow you to reveal who it actually was. He just needed to bide time. "Alrighhtt." Lain said, sounding unconvinced. The last bell rang, and you quickly waved to him and walked away. Thank goodness you had different a class than him this period.

During the entire class, Lain couldn't get his mind off of that letter. Who's name was on it.. even worse what was in it? Was it really just a thank you note? No way. A pink scented letter with hearts drawn on the back did not read the thought of "thanks for teaching me geometry." Rather it screamed a love letter. That's the only thing it could be. But who was it for??? Certainly not a family member or outside friend. You hard hardly any friends in school as it was. Hmm, Lain tried to think of names that could match the short few scribbled letters. But you had shown no interest in any of those people... Lain gripped the sides of his head, grunting in frustration. Why the hell didn't you just say who it was for? This would've made everything easier.

Lain knew he had much work to do. It was easy at first keeping you to himself; his touchy advances warned off any other possible suitors. Even if you said you were just friends with Lain, no one would be comfortable enough to get with you knowing you had a friend that touchy. But now another person was in the mix... a crush. You had never mentioned anyone you fancied. Did you really keep this hidden from him? Your best friend? Lain felt dejected, angry, and heartbroken. This would not be the end, but it caused more difficulty now that he had to swoon you even further.

The female teacher ended her speech on chemical compounds, and rounded everyone up to get packed. You quickly shoveled the folders back into your backpack, delicately taking out the decorated envelope, and holding it to your chest. Okay. Today was the day. You were going to tell him. It was alright if you got rejected, you prepared yourself for this! One of your friends was already on standby with a bucket of icecream and bad hallmark movies. But now.. it was lunch! You shuffled out of the classroom, anxious to meet up with Lain again. No doubt he would ask a bunch of questions. How were you supposed to answer? It was clear he would be angry at you for not telling him about the fellow sooner. This was just a hassle you could have avoided by placing that envelope somewhere else! Lain met you at lunch, pulling your wrist to sit down next to him. Trying to calm your nerves, you took out your food, eating quickly. "So," lain said mischievously, "who's the lucky person deemed your 'crush'?"

You calmed your composure, taking a sip of water. "I told you it's a thank you note."

"I call bullshit." Lain said a little too harshly. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to appear too bothered.

Silence followed the two of you. You looked down at your food, trying to appear busy.

"Come ooonn, you have to tell me sometime! No one sends a thank you note in pink with hearts all over it." Lain rested his head onto his folded arms. Your loss of composure made him smile. You were so cute, trying to hide things so obvious from him. "So you saw that huh.." you coughed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Duh. So are you going to tell me who it is??" Lain pleaded. He grabbed your hand, giving you the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

You folded, sighing and looking down at the table. It was comforting to have his fingers folded between your own but it made telling him ten times harder. "Well.. he's someone in my class-" "’Which class?" "Uh..world history." "Where does he sit? Do I know him, is it even a he??" Lain bombarded you with questions you knew you couldn't reveal. Fiddling with the hem of your jacket, the dangerous glint in Lain's eyes went unnoticed by you. "He.. has green eyes and uh.. I dunno, he uh he sits near me." "Green eyes and I know him okay what's his name?" You nearly flinched, the hope that Lain wouldn’t ask that, left you.

Getting up the courage to tell him, you gripped onto your backpack.

"Well he's-"

By a sudden twist of fate, the universe decided you could live today, with the early ring of the school bell. Students stood up to leave, laughing and talking amongst each other. You blew a sigh of relief, collecting your things and hardly making eye contact with Lain. "Hey wait-" "Gottagotoclassnowbye!!" You shuffled out the door, trying to speed walk it out. Shoving past other students, you held your head down. They looked at you with annoyance but you didn't have any time to apologize.

After today things with Lain would go back to normal and either you'd score a boyfriend or leave with your heart torn to shreds.

Sounded like a pretty good deal in your opinion.

Lain sat in shock as you pushed past people out the door. He gripped the edge of the table, trying to calm down. He was usually able to contain his anger, but today you and that letter were pissing him off. Why wouldn't you just say who it was?? Now he'd have to follow you, trying to find out who it is for by bothersome people he didnt care for.

Lain didn't mind following you to find the information, but much more preferred you to outright tell him. That way, he wouldnt have to waste time learning the name of who he needed to get rid of. It had taken Lain weeks to get the courage to approach you at the beginning of your friendship. Despite his carefree and jovial act, you sat there looking unfazed, and perfect in his eyes. No one else mattered when you were in that room, no one else mattered as long as you laughed at his jokes and played along with him. You were divine; the definition of beauty to him. And he needed to be near you, to be in your presence and know he was cared for by you. Lain didnt intend to get so defensive and angry; it had just developed. His mother did the same thing for his father, so why should his love be any different? He'd make sure you threw away that envelope and your feelings for whatever bastard they belonged to. and he'd be there to comfort you every step of the way. Lain skipped his classes, no matter how desperately he needed to attend. It was worth it to see you scribble in your notebook in each class, drawing hearts around your name and some other he couldn't manage to read. Dammit. What he would give to find that assholes name. Best case scenario, it was just some theater geek he could scare off. Lain prayed it wasn't some jackass who'd use you.. such types were always the hardest to draw away. They are always so stubborn to get rid of, one way or another. You held the letter close to your heart, walking with determination to your last few classes. It made Lains heart flutter, knowing you were so determined. Oh why couldn't you have just fallen for him?? He had worked so hard, and yet you were confessing to someone else; someone not worthy of your time. Lain dug his nails into his hands, unable to control the rage. The letter was within his reach, if you'd just move a few steps closer. But alas, you stepped away, chatting with a classmate. You couldn't know he was following you; then he'd be labeled a creep and never see you again!

Biting his nails, Lain tried to figure out a different plan of attack. He was your best friend, youd have to come crying back eventually.

"Hey y/n!" One of your male classmates ran up to you, smiling with a folder in his hand. He questioned you about this weeks homework. As much as you liked being of service, he was really getting in the way of something important. You smiled, and politely told him the pages of work due. He thanked you, and lingered for a bit longer, making small talk. "So uh.. are you finding this class difficult?" He questioned. You internally groaned, tired of all this daily chatter. "Uhm, not particularly, y'know Mrs. C-" before you were about to suggest other means of help to the student, Lain appeared from the corner. His walking was abnormal,like he had just sprouted from the ground.

"Hey glad I found you!" He said, looking at you expectantly. You held your books and the scented envelope tighter against your chest. "Oh heya." You replied back "Uh you know each other?" The male student across from you asked.

"Yes we do now we gotta go, y/n I'd like to show you something important." Lain lied, having full intent of doing anything he could to get you away from that creep. That "classmate", had evil intentions of bothering you. Bothering in such a way that Lain most certainly did not approve of. He pushed your shoulders from behind, leading you away from the confused boy. "By then!" He called out. Before you could reply, trying to turn around, Lain shouted, "goodbye now!" Leading you away this time by the arm. You tried to shrug off his weird behavior, assuming it was because of his desperation for knowing your secret crush. You didn't like to flatter yourself so, but it was very clear that Lain abhored his fair share of gossip, especially when it involved you for some reason. "Uh, Lain?" You called out, trying to stop his fast pace. Lain kept walking, his grip on you getting tighter. "Lain that hurts-" you called out. His grip was bruising, leaving an imprinted handmark. Lain turned around, his grip on your wrist faltering. You rubbed the indent, frowning at the twisted and tingling pain. "Hell. I'm sorry y/n." The boy lifted up your sleeve, caressing the mark. Lain would be lying if he said he didn't like the way a piece of him was evident on you. "I'm sorry..." he whispered again bringing your wrist up his mouth, his lips gliding over your inner wrist. You stepped back, bewildered at his actions. Sure, sometimes Lain was a bit touchy but this? Okay this was CLEARLY out of friendly bounds. You stumbled over your words, pulling your hand back. Your fingers slightly brushed against his face and hair; it sent shivers though you. You pushed the slightly bruised hand against your chest, protecting it. "So uh.. can you- can you meet me on the rooftop after the last bell?" You question, avoiding Lains slightly dejected face. He quickly recovered, resuming a decent posture and smiling fakely. "Of course. What for?" Damn, you knew he was going to ask. "Well uh.." you tried to make something up on the spot, something that would draw him in.

"I'll tell you the person who I'm interested in!" You said a little too enthusiastically. It was brilliant; how had you not thought of that before? Lain was interested in juicy gossip, and that was the perfect thing to trap him with. And well.. you weren't really lying.

Lain smiled a bit too widely; yes! He had gotten you to tell him without even resulting to undignified methods! It should have been an easy feat; especially considering he was your best, and only, real friend. He decided then and there how he would proceed; first, meet with you, find out the losers name you were so unfortunately infatuated with, next research the bastard, and decide whether a quick kill to the guy's reputation or more.. unseemly methods. This would be fun; you looked so adorable getting all flustered; Lain just wished it was because of him. But no worries, all in due time, he told himself.

You awaited his answer, a bit unnerved at the overly excited face Lain gave you. Perhaps he was a little too involved with his hobby of school gossip. "Sure, sounds good to me." He nodded, grabbing the hand close to your chest and giving it a tender pat.

"I'll see you then." A loud and high pitched noise rung, signaling the late bell.

You had hardly any time to decode the problem with Lain. That was quite.. an unusual response for someone who appeared so interested in your love affairs earlier. He appeared not nearly as enthusiastic as you expected him to be. Running, you wasted no time trying to get to the next class.

Lain on the other hand, spent his time wisely; this was like the perfect game to him. Who could it be? It was all so exciting. But right now, he needed to focus on his methods. Now... there was plenty of dirt on everyone enlisted in your school; Lain kept tabs on mostly everyone, making sure no one had any sick ideas to jeopardize your and his' relationship. Within his short list of sources, the boy would most certainly be able to track down the son of a bitch who dared to get in the way. Biding his time, Lain waited patiently within his next class, not bothering to send the dazed teacher a late slip as he entered class.

Finally, the bell allowing your class to end rang. It felt like you had been holding your breath the entire class. Okay.. today was the day. You had spent it anxiously awaiting this moment, and now it was time...

Making your way up the stairs to the top floor, you tried best to steady each thumping heartbeat. The pink letter was held tightly within your grasp. You switched from using the letter as a fan to holding it delicately. You couldn't help but sweat at the thought of the upcoming encounter. Reaching the door, you opened it to find Lain already hunched against from the roofs surrounding gate. It appeared he was furiously writing something in a small notebook. You called out to him, walking with jell-O for limbs. Your legs told you to move back to the door; anywhere away from the impending anxiety. But you walked firm, gripping the envelope. "Hey." You called out. "Hey yourself." Lain replied, giving his signature toothy smile. "Uh so-" "So," lain cut you off, "about that crush." He made sure to bring up the topic before you changed your mind on telling him; he wouldnt let this perfect chance get away. "Yeah," you wiped the sweat off your forehead. "So uh.. yknow its Uh, actually the thing is," You slowly moved the envelope towards Lain.

"This has everything in it so just read." You spoke swiftly, tripping over your words, just trying to push them out of your mouth. Lain snatched the envelope tearing it open. He looked incredibly eager, eyes focusing intensely. The boy ripped a corner with his teeth, slightly tearing at the letter. You cringed, your hard work and deep felt thoughts being manhandled into oblivion. Finally grabbing the letter out of its confines, Lain caught the whiff of a floral fragrance against his face. Confused at the scent, he looked down to register what he was looking at. This was.. your letter. The one you hid from him. The neatly penned hearts, and clean cursive that read his name. His name. It wasn't any others, not a theater kids, not that male classmates', only his. You looked to the ground, noticing the shift in Lain's body language. Carefully, Lain removed the slightly tarnished letter. Its contents shocked the boy to the core. It was a simple letter, nothing too flashy, no "I'd die at the thought of you with another person" 's or excruciating detail; but that's what drew Lain in. The simplicity of it all; Lain went out to get you, would run at the drop of a dime to get you anything. He'd kill for you; he'd never ask for the same, only that you'd cherish him. And you did; you were doing it now. Lain felt unspoken feelings; an emotion he could never articulate or share verbally. You on the other hand, were utterly terrified. 'What was he thinking? What will he say? Oh geeze he feels bad and is going to reject me!' Though you were further from the truth. At the end of the letter, within the neat and practiced cursive, you wrote: 'I understand this is a one sided predicament, and only ask for your friendship in return. In due time I will forget my feelings for you. I utterly promise to keep our friendship at the utmost importance; my affections will not tamper with either of our lives,' You wrote it in a fit of self pity and despair; if Lain looked hard enough past his own vision of bright pink, he might have noticed the dried tears sticking to the paper. Granted, he had always essentially "friendzoned" you; he never really gave you any other way to end the letter. Lain was nearly about to tackle your pacing form, until he read the small bit of print left at the bottom, right before you signed your name. 'Yet, if any chance, any chance at all, do you feel the same for me? Sincerely your friend and secret admirer.' You couldn't help but fiddle with your fingers, turning around to face away from Lain; you felt too embarrassed and too overwhelmed to watch his quiet form reject you. Your heavy breathing filled the silence. Well, good thing you picked a quiet and isolated place to get rejected; this would have traveled around the school fast if not for such past planning. Getting up, the boy shakily shoved the letter and envelope into his sweater. You shift your eyes back and forth, not quite wanting to turn around to face him. Unable to register the next few moments, Lain grabs you from behind, forcing you down onto the concrete. Before your face managed to his the floor, the boy managed to flip you over to face him. His hands broke the fall of your head. Despite his protection, you still felt your body crash against the ground. At first, the wind was knocked out of you; hardly being able to breathe, you grasped for Lain. The boy was busy with other ideas; he could not stop kissing you. From lips to nose to eyelashes, he assaulted you with affection. Grasping at your shirt, you finally felt air begin to enter your lungs. "Yes yes yes yes!" Lain shouted, unable to hold back his excitement. His forehead hit yours, bashing accidentally. You groaned loudly in pain, both at your limbs and forehead. Lain did the same, holding his head. He laughed, getting off of you and grabbing your arm to lift you up. You both sat down on the hard ground, massaging your temples. Lain recovered faster than you; within seconds he was back on you again, straddling your waist. He kissed you hard on the lips, a short affection that nearly bruised. "Yes to..." "Yes," Lain spoke between pecking your face with kisses. "Yes to everything. I've felt the same since forever. " he stopped to hold your face tightly. "Honestly, I expected this to be much more of a challenge. " Lain laughed, looking up at the sky. "I've been worried all day. I thought this," he pulled out the torn envelope, "was for someone else. Hell I almost ripped a few heads off." He laughed once more, his body shaking against you. Looking down, Lain brought your forehead against his own, not caring for the swelling pain that came with it. "I'd do anything to have received this; why didn’t you tell me earlier? You nearly had me unhinged. Who knows what I could've done." The words sounded like a threat but from the way he spoke them, Lain made them seem a tease. "What do you mean?" You questioned, looking away. He was so close; closer than you expected. This was not the way you thought things would turn out; you didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or overwhelmed. "Oh I've been sick with love for you for ages. I cant count the amount of times I've seen you from the window and in class longing, I always thought it was someone else," Lain kisses your neck, traveling down to your collar. "But it was me. Hell if you hadn't given this to me here and now I might've just kidnapped you myself." He said in a joking tone. But by the way Lain was gripping onto your shirt, you could feel his tension. "What..?" You could barely understand what was going on. But from his words, this all seemed bad; a good intention gone down the drain. "But now.." Lain held onto the back of your head, nuzzling your nose against his own.

"We can be together. Forever. That sounds fun, right? We'll never have to long or leave each others side. I don't expect you to kill for me, but I'll gladly get rid of a thousand men for you. " Lain kisses your cheek, leaving you in shock. You tried to squirm away, unsure if this was really the right choice of action. Lain refused to let you go, putting all of his strength into holding you down. "You can't take it back now. You told me you love me, you have to stay. You can't take it back. " a look of desperation crossed Lain's eyes, which almost made you feel bad. But quickly within an instant his trademark grin was brought back.

This wasn't what you signed up for.

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ivyruins · 2 years

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Two things! 1: I've decided to reveal myself as 🖌️ to you! 2: I have an angsty scenario request! So! LIs + Onion calling MC a seemingly innocuous nickname or something, but MC has bad memories related to said nickname, so they just kinda freeze up and their breath gets caught in their throat. MC stares blankly not quite at them, but almost past them if that makes sense? They're kinda like zoned out. If not, that's fine tho lol. I'm just in an angst mood rn, and you're an amazing writer :) -🖌️

a/n: thank you for your request!! (this was a long time ago, but thank you for the revelation as well:>! welcome!). i changed it up a bit, i hope you dont mind! and that youre still in an angst mood c:

+ i don't think I've made something this angsty . been pretty stressed with stuff and i took it out here. (i think) only xyx's and onion's are partially alright. tw for self loathing, miscommunication and panic attacks; mc brushing off their past for the sake of not wanting to bother them. take care of yourself, people ^^ always prioritize yourself.

Nightowl

"Come on, sweetheart, what happened? too tired to keep going?"

It was innocent. You knew it was innocent. There was no way he meant anything bad by it when you were just chasing each other around the kitchen. He had just said it in the spur of the moment and you should've just brushed it off, but the sudden mention of the nickname had you stop dead.

You didn't like associating nicknames or items to things from your past, but what he said, and the memories attached to it-

You stop for a little too long and Nightowl drops his acting. Concern washing his features as he walks closer.

"Hey... what's wrong?"

Fuck, fuck. you worried him. of course you did. That was all what you seemed to be good at doing. You shake your head and turned, attempting to hide the tears that began to well.

"It's nothing," you manage to croak out, making your way to the bathroom, "I'll be back,"

Nightowl stares at you, slumped shoulders as he wondered what he had done wrong.

You walk in, gently shutting the door and leaning against it. Sliding down, you try to muffle the sobs that wracked your whole body.

Fuck. Why cant you get over it already?

Quest

The moment you freeze, Quest froze himself.

Fuck, it's him, isn't it? You've finally realized he was dangerous. The nickname and the fact he has never called you that completely went over his head.

This was it. He tells himself; you're going to leave him and you'd never want to see him again.

"Angel?" he called out gently. His hands were trembling, and yours were as well. Shit, you were scared of him weren't you?

"It's... it's alright," you rasped, blinking away the tears in your eyes, "forget about it. let's go to sleep?"

You and him don't talk about it afterwards, pretending it didn't happen. And although he senses that you might have not been thinking of the same thing, he doesn't bring it up in fear that he was wrong.

NakedToaster

He doesn't even hear himself say it.

He thanks you for handing him a snack. It was said in kind, and you were certain he didn't even realize he had said it either.

But it still hits you. Hard. There were a lot of things you had managed to forget (or at least, dissociate) from your past relationship and that nickname had not been one of it.

Your hands began to tremble, and you silently thank his habits of letting the volume on high when he plays. Troubling him with... this was the last thing you wanted. You let yourself sit on his bed, body feeling hot as you struggled to breathe, the memories attached to the term sending you into a spiral. You shut your eyes, grasping at the bedsheets for something to ground you.

Your boyfriend notice, and you're relieved. He shouldn't have to worry about you, not when it's your fault for not leaving your past lover early enough.

It was all your fault. It was alright.

Xyx

When he said it, it was playful. Teasing you in the car. The only problem was that you were the one driving.

Your hands began to tighten on the wheel and your surroundings disfigured for a moment, blood pounding in your ears. It felt like you were being woken up from a dream you had thought was your whole reality, and for a split second you believed you were back in the shitty relationship that had made up your past.

You feel yourself panic and you drop the wheel.

"y/n!" he exclaimed, hands coming up, "Hey, calm down for me,"

Xyx definitely knows. It wasn't his first time seeing that reaction. His line of work has him being careful with what he says just to avoid reactions like that

With Xyx's hands on the wheel from beside you, you manage to control yourself enough to pull up at the shoulder and get out, and he goes to follow you before you accidentally run into traffic.

"y/n,"

"Fuck, Xyx i'm so sorry,"

"No, y/n, come-"

"I'm alright. Sorry. Come on, lets just head back home-"

He gently guides your head into the crook of his neck. You don't fight it and let him hold you; you knew there would be a lot to talk about once you get home.

Onionthief

He doesn't use nickname's often, so it didn't take him long to take notice your shift in expression, albeit minor, when the words left his tongue.

Initially, you tried to brush it off. But it wouldn't be Onion if he wasn't observant. His arms came up to rest against your shoulders, grounding you when he saw your hand come up to your chest, breath getting fainter.

"y/n," he murmurs, and you stare down onto the carpet, your mind racing with memories of the first time you had heard that particular nickname. The past when you had lived with your jerk of a boyfriend. When he used to add that label every time he commented on the fact you hung out too much with your friends. How he was absolutely not jealous (you clenched your fist), and was just worried they would be a bad influence on you. How he used the term of endearment to make you think he cared. How stupid you were to believe him. How-

"I'm here," you hear, calloused hands coming to grab your fist. Your boyfriend pries your fingers from digging into your palm. He wasn't an openly affectionate person, so when he intertwined your hands together, you slowly start to come back, "you're safe."

Right. Of course you were.

#tw panic attacks #tw miscommunication #tw self loathing #we hate societyboy #hurting lovelylola 5 times im sorry beloved ;_;#blooming panic x reader #blooming panic #nightowl blooming panic #xyx blooming panic #quest blooming panic #onionthief blooming panic #i feel like the onionthief tag is clogged by me im sosorry #i am a capital s Simp #nakedtoaster blooming panic

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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hi, i love all your work! could i please request headcanons for what it'd be like to go from being enemies to lovers with nikolai lantsov.

thank you:)

A/N maybe i moved this up on my request lists bc i woke up today and went 'nikolai lantsov'

- i'm being a little liberal with cannon bc my mind first went to 'princess! reader who hates nikolai bc they're competitive and then they have to team up together to try to get their parents to break up their arranged marriage but fall in love in the process (this might be a little undetailed but i'm thinking of writing a full fic or mini-series with this plotline so let me know if you'd be interested!! i could see a smutty ending to that fic but idk,, lmk what you thing ig lol)

- Ok so first off enemies to lovers with the loml nikolai lantsov would be SO GOOD bc he's so dramatic and obviously attractive so even though you hate him you know he's hot,, there's never a dramatic realization that he's attractive bc it's just a fact

- butttt you'd rather give up any claim you have to your family's throne than feed his already gigantic ego

- okk but lets get to the beginning of your enemies to lovers relationship

- so basically every summer your parents go and stay with Nikolai's family at this super fancy vacation home bc your parents are both royalty and your kingdoms have a very healthy relationship

- just bc it's the summer season doesn't mean it's summer vacation,, so as children for about a month you two share a tutor,, and when i tell you that created a rivalry so fast i mean it

- you're not the eldest princess and you're always trying to be the best for your parents approval, nikolai just wanted to impress the really smart girl who had a pretty laugh (poor nikolai lol,, he had no way of knowing how important being the best in school no matter what was to your self esteem)

- maybe if you two could communicate you’d like each other a little better at this point but it starts when you’re pretty young and by the time you’re like 13 it’s a solidified dynamic (and 13 year olds are the MEANEST and most insecure people in the world so that’s when your relationship turns to full enemies)

- now that you’re 13 you have more princess-y requirements, especially over the summer. So when you see that Nikolai gets to practice with swords and gets more free time while you have to practice setting tables you hate him more than ever.

- Nikolai senses that you’re extra hostile but he has no idea why,, he tries asking once but he makes a joke about how ‘maybe you’re jealous bc youre no longer the center of my attention’ and even though he’s just trying to ease the tension you feel like he’s making fun of you

- so that’s when things get aggressive, but at that point summer is almost over so it’s whatever

- next summer comes and you’re still SO MAD at him,, so when you get to the estate you’re like ‘i’m not even talking to him idc how quiet these next three months are’

- and you get there all determined to hate him,, but once you get there and see him something in you cracks bc he had the audacity to spend the last year going through puberty AND LIKE HE’S ALWAYS BEEN CUTE BUT THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE

- so youre mentally panicking bc how do you even talk to someone that looks like that now???? but then you remember that you didnt even want to talk him so in a panic youre like ‘maybe i can avoid him and he’ll just assume it’s bc i hate him bc i do,, who cares if he’s unbelievably hot now’

- nikolai doesn’t assume anything, he just gets to the estate and is like ‘why hasn’t she insulted me yet?? is she suddenly too good to give me attention?’ so during the lessons that you still share he gets an idea

- he decides to one-up you in everything bc that’s always gotten a reaction out of you

- it works,, every time he corrects you or steals an answer from you, you’re ready to snap but then you look at him and take in his stupidly perfect face and you just shut up

- nikolai thinks it’s not working so he just tries harder

- by the end of week one you can’t take it anymore so when the tutor leaves at the end of lessons you snap, you tell him off for how often he’d repeat what you said and change a few words and get all the praise from the tutor

- on the inside he’s like ‘took long enough’ but the more you rant he’s like ‘is she okay???’ he’d be more concerned if you weren’t threatening his pride and at this point he’s still annoyed bc if you were that annoyed you should have just talked to him instead of ignoring him for a week

- he’s thinking that just bc you got really pretty over the last year doesn’t make you too good to yell at him on the daily

- the worst thing anyone can do to nikolai is ignore him LMAO (lowkey relatable)

- so he starts arguing with you and you’re so upset that you forget about how aggressively attractive he is

- and you two are alone in this room and the more you argue the closer you two get

- the climax of the argument is when neither of you are yelling, you’re just so mad you’re beyond raising your voice and once you’re both at that point it goes like this:

“Nikolai Lantsov, you are the most insufferable person I’ve ever met”

“Well then, Darling, you should look in a mirror.”

“You are so entitled, so ridiculously self obsessed that it ruins your attractiveness.”

“...” he literally just like blinks twice. “You think I’m attractive?”

“Uh? No--i didn’t say that at all, maybe if you didn’t have the language comprehension of a child you’d understa--” he just reaches forward, grabs the collar of your dress, and kisses you.

- it’s your first kiss so you have no idea what you’re doing and it’s with some one you CANT STAND and you’re so mad bc you had expectations for your first kiss and he’s taken that from you--but the thing is,,

- he’s good at it. Like really good at it. Like so good it makes you curious about what he does the nine months of the year he’s not stuck here with you bc there’s no way he hasn’t had practice.

- but you’re also extremely confused and nervous and aware of how stupid you’re being (and a little hormonal bc being 14 isn’t easy) and then he places his hand on your cheek and that snaps some sense of reality into you bc it’s one thing to enjoy the kiss but another thing entirely to want him to escalate it

- so you place one hand on his chest and push him off of you slightly. He takes the hint, pulls away enough to look at you and then you two just stare at each other

- your hand is still on his chest and you have absolutely no idea what comes next, but you find yourself looking at his lips

- since you haven’t slapped him or pulled away more than a few inches he thinks maybe things are okay so he leans forward slightly and kisses you again.

- you reciprocate a little too fast, the kiss lasts two seconds before thinking about how insane you’re being so you push away entirely.

- He lets you go,, and in the most awkward display ever you’re like ‘uh I need to go,, i can’t be late to ball preparation lessons’ and you leave that room faster than you’ve ever left a room in your entire life.

- the next day you consider pretending to be sick to avoid him but that would only give him more power over the situation so you go,, and he’s just sitting there calmly

- youre on edge the entire day but he never even jokes about it

- a part of you is a tiny bit annoyed bc who kisses you and then pretends it never happened? but overall, you’re relieved

- the days pass and it never comes up but now whenever you two argue you think of how quickly kissing him both shut him up and got rid of your tension

- the summer goes by quickly, your usual dynamic has returned and you wonder if he even remembers kissing you. twice. in a row.

- the next couple of years are normal,, even when you two no longer take lessons together you still dont like him. He’s just so assured and he takes such joy in bothering you.

- and then one summer your parents sit you down and they’re like ‘we need to plan the future alliance of our kingdom’

- you’re a little confused bc you’re rarely allowed to sit in on these things bc you’re a girl and you’re basically meant to just be a royal’s bride--and then you realize why you’re there.

- you start protesting before your father can finish announcing your engagement

- the parents were smart bc they announced it at the end of summer so you two couldn’t drive them crazy or conspire

- the first thing you do when you get back to your castle is write to him for the first time ever

- your letter is basically ‘pls tell me you’re doing something’

- the two of you talk until you come up with the plan to get your parents to break up your engagement

- your parents dont really care about your feelings and they expect the two of you to argue with them,, but they care about the kingdoms

- so you two decide that if you act like youre so in love that you let your duties slip the engagement will end,, especially if you two are in love in a toxic way

- so the next summer you two make sure to flirt and act like youre totally obsessed with each other and skip lessons together and just are constantly together and acting like you’re on a honeymoon

- your parents are like ?? since when

- at one point you flirt with a random guard just so Nikolai can have a ‘jealous outburst’ while your families are strolling through the garden

- ngl jealous nikolai had you ready to RISK IT ALL,, you were ready to drop the plan and marry him on the spot

- he notices bc he notices everything about you and when your family walks away he gives you a quick kiss and youre stunned,, much to his delight

- your desire to break up your engagement takes a slight backseat in your mind bc you decide to set off on a secret goal to make him flustered

- it doesn’t take much, your dresses get a little more risky, your comments get a little more suggestive

- the only problem?? he seems to have his own personal goal and it’s to make you even more flustered than he is

- soon the two of you are lost in layers of pretend and competition

- when your parents are finally thinking about delaying the engagement and keeping you two away from each other until you calm down a little (i feel bad for them,, an entire summer of being surrounded by the ULTIMATE sexual tension)

- you’re sad and you don’t know why bc this is what you wanted, but then Nikolai stands up and says that you two planned for this and he has the letters to prove it (he was ready to drop the receipts LMAO) and youre like ??what are you doing?

- and he says he’d rather marry you then never see you again bc now all he wants is to get know you bc he has no idea how he wasted so much time arguing with you

- and you just meltttt but your in front of your entire family and his as well so you just sit there for a minute and then you tell him you feel the same way

- but the summer’s over

- you kiss him before leaving and he says you’ll have to visit bc he can’t go an entire year without seeing your ‘pretty face’

- you promise to visit him soon

- your at home for exactly a day and a half before getting an invitation to visit him

- you laugh bc the only way that letter could get to you that fast is if he mailed it before you even left

- you say yes obviously,, and spend some time having a really cute fall-dating vibes together until you figure out how you really feel

- and you feel like he makes your heart STOP and that’s why you hated him,, bc you didn’t like being vulnerable

#grisha #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone imagine #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov imagine #fic #headcanon #enemies to lovers

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r0ryzhxn · 3 years

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nanami x injured reader

word count: 1.5k

tw: blood

(this is my first fan fiction! it definitely won’t be perfect so i apologise, but i hope you enjoy it <3)

you and nanami had just gotten back from a mission, he wasn't badly injured, he just had a few cuts and bruises, but you had multiple wounds spreading across your body. they weren't severe and it was shoko's day off, so you decided not to bother her and nanami promised to bandage you up. you told him that you were okay and you could deal with the injuries yourself, but he could so easily see through your bluff. he practically forced you into his car and drove you to his home.

you're great colleagues and worked very well together, but you have never had any kind of relationship outside of work. you were always slightly interested in him (how could you not, the man is gorgeous), and you think the feeling was mutual, but you both knew that anything you could have together was irresponsible and not suitable for work.

on the drive home he was constantly asking you if you felt okay, and made you promise to tell him if you were unwell and needed anything. he provided you with a water bottle and a blanket, which he kept neatly in the trunk of his car, among other things for certain emergencies, just in case he ever needed them, like now.

when you arrived at his apartment building he assisted you out of the car and you limped into the building. "i'm sorry y/n, the lift is broken. we're going to have to use the stairs. do you think you can do that?" nanamis asks politely.

"of course i can." you say, immediately doubting yourself. you approach the stairs, knowing you won't be able to make it all the way up, but you will at least try. i can slaughter supernatural murderous curses but cant walk up some stairs because of a couple injuries? embarrassed by this thought, you force yourself to try walk up.

nanami hasn't even started walking up the stairs. you turn around to see him with his arms crossed, examining your body. "you're stupid, you know that?" he asks with a husky voice.

"what? aren't you going to show me to your apartment?" you ask, confused.

"y/n...you're so stubborn aren't you? you need help going up the stairs, you know you can't walk all the way up alone. so why don't you just ask me already?" he says with the edges of his lips slightly upturned.

"ask you...what?" you say knowing what he wants you to say, but he wasn't lying when he said you were stubborn. after you said that, he throws his head back slightly and starts laughing, his arms still crossed.

"i'm waiting, y/n." you had never expected him to do this because he's a kind guy. but he's not the slightest bit submissive either, apparently.

finally, you realise that you'll have to say it eventually. you let out a loud sigh, "nanami. please can you...carry me up?" you say with a moody face, you're eyes trying hard not to meet his.

he smiles and licks his lips, "of course i can y/n. come here." he grabs you by the waist and your legs rest on his arm. he cradles you and you try your hardest not to make eye contact. you've never been this close to him. fuck, he's so goddamn hot, it's infuriating, you think to yourself.

once you get to his apartment door, he still doesn't set you down and holds you with just one arm. he opens the door and walks into his insanely clean apartment. he sets you onto the kitchen counter. he removes his blazer and tie, and unbuttons the top buttons of his white shirt, stained with splotches of blood. he rolls up his sleeves and brushes back his blonde hair with his fingers.

he gets out a couple of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic ointments. "i know that you have a high pain tolerance y/n, so you'll be okay with me applying antiseptic and alcohol on the wounds, right?" you give him a nod. "alright, where are the cuts?" he asks.

“i have one big one on my torso and a couple on my legs another bigger one on my thigh." after you telling him this, he hovers his hands over your shirt and looks up at you, his eyes asking for approval to remove your clothes. you nod, and he slowly takes off your shirt. his carefulness of the movement of his hands trying to not make you uncomfortable send butterflies rushing through your stomach.

“tell me if i ever make you uncomfortable, okay? if you don't want me to do this i'll take you straight to a hospital, although they'll be asking how you got these injuries, which isn't an easy situation to get out of. but promise me you'll tell me if you don't feel comfortable with this, okay y/n?"

"i promise, nanami." you say with certainty. he cleans and bandages up the wounds, and during the process of trying to heal you, he offers you food, tea, and reassures you with his words constantly. once he's done, he moves to the sink to wash his hands and removes his blood stained shirt. "thank you, nanami." you say.

"no problem. it was the least i could do, y/n." he replies with a straight face.

"nanami?"

"hmm?"

"could i repay you for this over dinner at my house this weekend?" you say, frightened that he might reject your offer for the date. you had been interested in him for a while, but afraid it might make things awkward at work, but now you simply don't care. he's the man you want to be with, he's absolutely perfect.

"uh, like a date?" nanami asks, his cheeks slightly painted with a light shade of pink. you couldn't tell if he was glad that you asked or not.

"if you want it to be?" you say, anxiety creeping up through your body. nanami's slightly smirks as you say this, you're flustered as ever and he can definitely tell. "id be more than happy to have dinner with you this weekend. thank you. i've actually been wanting to ask you to have dinner with me for a while you know."

"what?" you say, your face now extremely red.

"i like you y/n. i would like to date you." he says while soaking the bloody towels in hot soapy water, not even looking at you.

"wow. i didn't know that you- i would've aske- i don't know what to sa-" he pulls himself towards you and wraps his hands around your neck. he kisses you deeply. he does this for about five seconds until he pulls away from you. "i needed to shut you up. you're a mess y/n. i need to get you to bed." you're still shocked by everything that had just happened, but manage to let out some words. "uh- yeah. could you drop me off home?"

"shouldn't you stay the night? it's 2am. you can sleep i my bed, i'll be on the couch. you're too tired and frankly so am i, and you're injured. it's not good to be home alone with those injuries of yours. i'll drop you off in the morning okay?"

"okay, thank you. i'll sleep on the couch though, okay?"

"no y/n. just use my bed. god you're difficult." he says with a laugh.

as he changes the bed sheets and prepares the room for you, you sit on the side, talking and laughing about your lives. "you're a very different person from what you're like at work, nanami."

"i am? i guess i'm just more relaxed when i'm not at work. and gojo isn't here to be constantly pestering me." you and him laugh together. "alright. you need sleep." he picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist and just before he sets you down into his bed, you lean in to kiss him passionately. neither of you pull away for quite some time, indulged in a long, sweet kiss. finally he pulls away and puts you down into his bed and says goodnight, but as soon as he walks away you grab his wrist without even thinking. "isn't there room in this bed for two?" you say, smirking.

"i'm not sure. should we check?" he replies with a smug look on his face. you pull him into bed and he hugs your waist, being careful not to hurt you. you dig your head into your chest and he pulls you closer.

“thank you, y/n. he says as he pecks a kiss on your forehead.

"thank you, nanami." you reply and this time leaning in to kiss his lips slowly.

“goodnight, y/n" he says. the two of you drift off to sleep together, encased in each others warmth.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk nanami #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #injured reader #fanfic

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anxi-aashi · 3 years

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snack time

eren x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: cursing, the word sex like 2x, like one sentence that may or may not be a kind of spolier for s4???? i don’t think its a spoiler tho

summary: modern au! eren gets caught searching for food at 3 in the morning

a/n: oh? eren is out of character, you say? not like he is in the show, you say? well too fucking bad cause the only eren i acknowledge is filled to the brim with little shit energy. also i cant really tell if this is good or not cause i tried writing in present instead of past tense for once but theres a few paragraphs im lowkey proud of so im posting it anyway

also i didnt proofread this but i think its fine

You could count the number of times you’d spoken to your roommate on one hand.

Well, okay. It was probably more than that, but the point is you didn’t talk to him much.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him. Eren seemed like a perfectly reasonable guy. It was why you agreed to take him on as a roommate whenever you were searching about two months ago. But you were working overtime at your job, taking whatever extra hours you could in order to get promoted to the manager position that was opening soon and that, paired with college, meant you weren’t around the apartment a lot. And when you were Eren, of course, wasn’t.

The few times you did talk to him always ended up following the same basic pattern.

“Hey.”

“Uh, we’re out of (insert basic household item or food product).”

“Yeah, I noticed. I’ll pick some up today.”

“Cool, thanks.”

“No problem.”

And then whoever it was that had to leave walked out the door and you didn’t see each other for the next four days.

Your friends always teased you that you were missing out on the perfect opportunity to live out your own Roommates to Lovers AU, which, yeah you were aware of that, but at the same time, what were you supposed to do? He seemed nice enough, but you still knew next to nothing about him. They always responded that that’s why you were supposed to talk to him-- so that you would know something about him, and when you said you were never around each other to do that, they would assert that if you weren’t going to try and get with your hot roommate, they would.

Eren often found himself in similar predicaments. His friends would every once in a while inquire about you, asking how you were doing, what you were up to-- (Y/N), Eren’s mysteriously elusive roommate-- and every time, Eren would have to reply the same way: “I have no clue.”

Jean was half convinced that you didn’t exist, but he mainly stuck with that theory because it bothered Eren so much and usually led him to get unnecessarily defensive. They usually moved on from the topic after Armin put a stop to the teasing, but Eren was always a little bummed for a bit after. Because you were a real person, no matter what Jean said. You were so real and so, so cute.

It sometimes physically hurt Eren how much the whole situation sucked. He’d thought you were attractive from the moment he saw you when applying to be your roommate, and he knew he was in trouble the second you snorted instead of sneered in response to his poop joke he forgot to censor himself from. The interview with you was probably harder than any other in his entire life because while you were focused on making sure he wasn’t a total perv or bum who couldn’t pay his half of the rent, he was focused on trying to not stare at you long enough to catch the questions you were asking him.

If he had known that would be about the only full-length conversation he would get with you, he would’ve asked you some questions as well, and taken the opportunity for what it was: an, apparently, once-in-a-lifetime chance to get to know his hot roommate.

But either you neglected to mention your hectic schedule during that interview, or he just missed it while being enamored with how cute your fuzzy socks looked on you, and now he was stuck wishing you would call in sick to work or skip class just once so that he might be able to talk to you about stuff that didn’t involve the lack of toilet paper in the bathroom.

However, the light shining from under your door this night at three in the morning stood to change this pathetic arrangement.

You were typically up late finishing assignments for school that you couldn’t get to during the day outside of work, and tonight was no different. But out of the two months you’d been living with Eren, never, ever had you seen light coming from outside your door this late at night.

You stare at the light in confusion, slowly processing what it meant since you’d been awake for almost twenty-four hours at this point. Looking at the time on your laptop to check and see that it was as late as you thought it was, you sigh and rub your eyes as they began to sting again from the bright light of your screen. You took this as a sign to quit for the night and shut your laptop, leaving your desk to investigate the hall light.

The door creaks slightly as you crack it open to see the light not coming from the hall, necessarily, but from Eren’s room, the door left open wide enough for you to see that your roommate was not in there.

Your eyebrows furrow together and you frown. Then, oddly, without a second thought, you head to the kitchen.

You come to the doorway after silently padding down the hall to see Eren, in all his six-foot, man-bun glory, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, hunched over and rummaging through the fridge. Whatever instinct it was that told you he would be in here had proven to be correct.

He eventually turns around with a Tupperware container in his hand, shutting the fridge with his foot, but freezes in the middle of setting the container down on the island once he sees you.

To be honest, you hadn’t even registered that he wasn’t wearing a shirt while he was turned around, but now that he was facing you, you have to force yourself to keep eye contact even though you could feel your face heating up slightly.

Eren, on the other hand, is frozen to his spot. He feels like he’s been caught selling drugs by his parents for some reason even though he knows getting food from the kitchen late at night isn’t a felony. Seeing you was so rare, though, that it took him a second before he realizes this is his chance. Sleep-deprived as you were, you were here, in front of him, with no other obligation for you to attend to. And God, if you didn’t look adorable as fuck in your sweatpants and hoodie, sleepily staring at him like he was an apparition.

You rub your eyes for the thousandth time that night and the motion spurs him into action. “Can’t sleep either?” he says finally setting down the food he’d pulled out, just trying to make conversation.

“I was looking for you,” you reply, a slight rasp coating your voice after not using it for a while. You realize it didn’t exactly answer his question, but you figure it’s good enough. Good God, you think, the words floating around somewhere in the back of your sleep-addled brain as you still refuse to look directly down at Eren’s torso, is that a fucking ten-pack?

You didn’t catch how intimate you sounded saying that, but Eren does and his heart stutters for a second. You were clearly tired, and probably meant something entirely different than how it sounded, but Eren is Eren, and he’s determined to make this interaction with you memorable.

The switch in his demeanor from being caught off guard to, well, whatever this is, is almost instantaneous. One of Eren’s eyebrows quirks up and his mouth contorts to hide a grin that was threatening to split across his face as he comfortably rests his forearms on the kitchen island and leans his weight on them, all while keeping eye contact with you. You feel like he’s burning a hole into your soul with how bright his green eyes are.

You want to bitch-slap your heart for speeding up so dramatically at this, but it’s almost impossible to stop from slamming the EMERGENCY button in your head when Eren slyly comments, “Does that mean you think I’m a snack?”

Your eyes fly open and heat rushes to your cheeks as you tried to defend yourself because that is most certainly not what you meant by that. “What?! No-- That’s not-- I didn’t-- ”

Well, actually, the horny half of your brain begins, but you shut that thought down before it can finish.

“I’m just saying,” Eren continues, a smug smile now resting on his face at your reaction, “You could’ve checked anywhere in the apartment and you came to the kitchen first.”

The words you wanted to say wouldn’t come out of your mouth, so you settle on glaring at him and the laugh he was clearly trying to contain.

“What’s wrong,” you deadpan, trying to cover up the fact that you don’t have a comeback for his teasing.

Eren’s confidence wavers for a second as he remembers why he was up in the first place. The sinking feeling in his stomach returns as remnants of his nightmare cycle through his mind. The glinting eye of a bloodthirsty monster. Bi-colored wings flapping on a forest green cape. A lifeless head separated from its body, a lingering expression of shock on its face. An earthquake that shook the entire world. Someone’s blood coating, dripping from his hands as he looked down at them with apathy.

“Um, just a bad dream,” he dismisses, shrugging his shoulders a bit.

You drop your glare, a concerned frown replacing it instead. He’d stood up straight, away from the island, and shoved his hands in his pockets. A smile had returned on his face after its split-second falter, but it felt like an afterthought. It’s obvious something’s bothering him, but if he didn’t want to talk about it, you weren’t going to push him.

You bite the inside of your cheek, mulling something over in your head that you hope you won’t come to regret later. “Do you kick in your sleep?” you finally ask.

Eren blinks, the synapses firing off in his brain as he searches for the context of your sudden question. One of his hands comes up from out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck as his eyes dart around aimlessly. “Uh, not that I’m aware of?”

Your eyes flit to the way his bicep flexes when he does that before meeting his eyes again. “Well, my bed’s big enough for two so as long as I don’t end up on the floor in the middle of the night, you’re welcome to share it with me. If you want to, that is. No pressure, obviously,” you rush the last part awkwardly.

A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth before blooming into a bashful grin. It’s mesmerizing; you feel like you should look away for some reason, but all you can do is stare at how his eyes seemed to glimmer when he smiled like that. Suddenly, you feel incredibly stupid for working so much.

“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that if you don’t mind,” he responds, returning his hand back into his pants pocket.

You scoff. “I’m the one who offered, why would I mind,” but you fight a losing battle against the smile that threatens to overtake your own face. His smile’s infectious and you can’t find it in you to hate it.

You turn on your heel and pad back to your room, assuming he’ll follow you when he’s ready. From back in the kitchen, you hear the fridge door open and close with a little more force than is probably necessary, and then the slight pounding of footsteps as Eren catches up to follow you to your room.

When the juncture of your rooms comes up, Eren peels off into his. You pause at your doorway, a little confused, but your question is answered when his lamp light flicks off and he comes walking back out with one hand pulling the hem of a gray t-shirt down his body, closing his door behind him gently.

You walk over to your desk and wait for him to enter your room and settle on your bed before flicking your lamp off as well, blanketing the room in darkness for the night.

You climb into bed yourself, occupying the side he hadn’t taken, and slide under the covers.

The first few seconds are awkward. The only sound that fills the room is the occasional shuffle of one of you trying to get comfortable and you end up simply laying on your back, covers pulled up to your nose, staring at the ceiling.

You look over and see Eren laying on his side, his back turned to you. You almost think he’s asleep from how still he is, but his head then tilts up toward the ceiling as he attempts to look over at you without having to actually turn over and he speaks. “Hey, um, this is gonna sound weird, and you can totally say no, but--”

“Are you about to ask me for sex?”

“Wh--” This causes Eren to shift over more and fully look at you. “I was gonna say cuddle, but, hey, if that’s where your mind went to first--”

“Oh thank God,” you breathe, rolling on your side to face him and choosing to ignore the beginning of his probably suggestive comment. “Yeah, I’m okay with cuddling.”

Eren takes this as his cue to move and worms his way over to where you are, stretching an arm out to pull you closer once he reaches the middle of the bed. Your face feels like it’s on fire at this point and you already regret wearing your hoodie to bed even though the night is on the colder side.

By the time he’s done, you’re settled snugly against his chest, his arm wrapped around your back keeping you in place and nose squished to the top of your head. Every exhale he releases send tingles down your spine and your mind is hyper-focused on his hand that’s splayed out between your shoulder blades. Your thoughts are racing incoherently and your heart thuds against your ribcage so hard you’re actually worried he can feel it against his own chest.

Over the next few moments, you slowly calm down. Your muscles relax, your heart slows down, and you feel your exhaustion creep back to the forefront of your brain as you hear Eren’s breathing start to even out. You know you’re minutes away from falling asleep.

“You know,” Eren mumbles against your scalp, a note of amusement hiding under the rumble of his voice, “I’d make sure we had a couple dates under our belts before I asked you for sex.”

You flick his chest with one of your hands that’s smushed in between your chests. “Shut up,” you mutter half-heartedly. “If you’re gonna ask me out, do it when I’m conscious.”

The last thing you register before falling asleep is the feeling of Eren’s smile against your forehead. And he makes a mental note of your order before following.

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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Close as Strangers: pt 2

part 1

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, breakup, suggestive content

genre: angst with a happy ending

a/n: hi hi! i cant believe so many of you wanted a part 2 so here it is! you all seem to like how i write for bakugou which means a lot💕!! i once again hurt my own feelings a little bit with this one but it has a better ending than part 1 hehe. enjoy xx

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Silence is the absence of noise. Sadness is the absence of joy. Fear is the absence of courage. Just because you are quiet at one point, doesn’t mean you will stay quiet forever. Just because you are sad at one point, doesn’t mean you’ll never be happy again. Things can go missing for short periods of time or even long ones but one thing is for sure; they always come back eventually.

You were the absence of Katsuki Bakugou. He was gone. No longer in your vicinity. Every time you saw him, he felt more like a ghost than a person. Lurking around, observing you. You supposed that’s what always happens when you break up with someone. They become a memory that you wish to kept stored and never remember. Just looking at their face can give you a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Breaking up with someone is a weird concept. The person you love most can become the person you never want to see again over night. Especially when things end the way they did between you and Bakugou.

His silence was deafening. It seemed that his silence said more than his shouting or screams ever did. His promises were just as empty. He promise to do better. He promised to make things better. However, he didn’t. You always took Bakugou as a man who stuck to his words. Maybe he stuck to his word more when it didn’t come to you.

You thought that distracting yourself with others would help. You spent a lot of time with Deku. He was a good guy after all and he gave you a lot of attention, which was something you had been missing. The two of you weren’t together though, no matter how badly Izuku wanted otherwise.

“Y/N!”

You looked over your shoulder to see Deku rushing towards you with one of his dashing smiles.

“Oh hi...”

He took a seat next to you on the common area couch, putting his arm around you.

“How are you? I didn’t see you much today,” he said. You shrugged.

“I’m alright, just been busy I guess.”

“Oh okay. Well we can hang in my room if you’d like?” suggested Deku. As tempting as sitting in a room filled with All Might posters sounded, you wanted to be alone.

“I actually don’t feel that great so I think I’m just gonna go to sleep,” you explained. You got up from the couch.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You laid flat on your bed, staring at your ceiling. One part of you was telling you to just go to Izuku’s room, the other was telling you to go to Bakugou’s. Both seemed like the wrong answer.

You turned to your side. On top of your desk was a picture frame. The picture was backwards. You flipped the picture frame over and began to open it up.

It was a picture of you and Bakugou. You had fallen asleep on him in his room and he was out cold as well. He had left the door open, prompting his friends to enter his room and observe this softer side of Bakugou. They had snapped a picture, which was the one you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away.

You felt guilty for feeling these feelings. You shouldn’t miss him. Yet here you were, missing the boy who broke your heart beyond repair. What held you back from dating Izuku was that he wasn’t Bakugou.

You set the picture frame down and slipped on a jacket and some shoes. Quietly, you left your room and allowed your feet to take you where they pleased. That inevitably led you to his door.

Your fist hovered maybe a millimeter away from his door. You were so close to knocking, unsure if you wanted him to answer or not. You took a deep breath before placing two small taps on his door.

He was probably asleep. He would probably get mad if you woke him up. You knew you should leave. What happens if he answers? What happens then?

“H-Hi...”

Bakugou’s eyes widened when he recognized that it was you at his doorstep. You were shaking, unsure if it was from nerves or the cold air the swarmed the dorms.

“I’m sorry for bothering you...I-l’ll leave-” you ran from his door so quickly. Your feet led you outside the dorms and to the training ground.

There was a sense of comfort at the training ground. That was probably why you would always come here whenever you were upset. It was like reminiscing in what used to be, and how much you missed it.

“You’re predictable.”

You looked up at Bakugou, who stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets.

“Why’d you follow me?”

“Hey you ran from me. No shit I’d be curious as to why.”

Bakugou held his hand out to you.

“Come on, let’s talk inside.”

You sat on Bakugou’s bed. From the months you had been apart, his room hadn’t changed a bit. His desk had a picture frame on it, however it was turned around.

Bakugou took a seat at the edge of his bed, while your back was pressed against his bed frame.

“You wanted to talk. So talk,” you said plainly. Bakugou huffed.

“Why’d you knock on my door?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Bullshit Y/N.”

“I can’t give you a good answer,” you whispered.

“You don’t get to decide if the answer is good or not. I do, so just spit it out.”

You shook your head.

“God that damn nerd must have a hell of a lot of patience dealing with you...”

“Fuck you.”

“So that’s why you came to my door? Fair enough,” he chuckled. You clenched your fists.

“Deku and I aren’t together,” you shot back. This got a reaction out of him. Bakugou moved closer to you.

“Good, because that nerd doesn’t know you the way I do.”

“You don’t know me at all, since half of the time when we were together you would ignore me.”

Bakugou moved closer again.

“So you’re just gonna scold me for everything I did wrong when we were together?”

“That would take too long.”

“Then why are you here?”

You leaned in to be closer to Bakugou’s face. You looked him dead in the eyes.

“I’m clingy, remember?”

“Hey I apologized for that-”

“You could apologize a million times more but that doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t fix us or what we could’ve been or what we were. You and your apologies are meaningless to me,” you said.

“Meaningless? Really?”

“Really.”

“Well if I’m so meaningless, then why haven’t you left yet? Why are you sitting so pretty on my bed? Legs crossed, eyes wide. I’m not so sure Y/N, something is telling me there’s more to this,” smirked Bakugou. Your stomach clenched.

“Just answer me this.” Bakugou moved to have you pressed against the bed frame again, his hand on the frame next to your head. You gulped.

“Me or him?”

“That’s not-”

“Answer me.”

Bakugou’s breath was hot on your face. You both knew the answer, only you knew it was the wrong one. This interaction with Bakugou was probably more than you two ever spoke in your last week of dating.

“What happens after I answer? Nothing changes,” you said.

“If nothing is gonna change, why are you so hesitant?”

You sighed.

“I want things to change. I want you to change.”

“I’ll change-”

“No you won’t. You say you will but we both know you won’t. The second I leave this room, you and I will be as close as strangers, just as we always were. I gave you second chances but I can’t give you anymore. I can’t give myself that false hope that you’ll do better, because you won’t,” you cried.

Bakugou sat back. His demeanor changed from confident to melancholy.

“I hate seeing you with him. I hate it!”

“Katsuki-“

“You picked him to hurt me, didn’t you? You’re not suppose to be with him. You’re supposed to be with me-”

For once, you wanted silence. The only way you could think to get that desired silence was to shut Bakugou up.

The only way you thought to do that was to kiss him.

Shut him up with the lips he used to beg to kiss. With the clashing of teeth and tongue you both so desperately craved. Your hands held Bakugou’s cheeks as you kissed him. He pulled you towards him. His hands gripped tightly onto your waist as you sat on his lap. Your hands now tangled in his hair. His hands exploring every inch of you that he had missed so much. Oh how he kissed you. Certainly he was doing that better at least.

You and Bakugou had to gasp for air.

“Please Y/N... don’t pick him...”

You looked at Bakugou. He had puppy dog eyes. His lips began to quiver and he quickly buried his face into your chest.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry...”

He continued to mutter these apologies to you. He cried so softly into your chest. You shushed him, rubbing his back to calm him down, kissing the top of his head. He tightened his grip around your waist, holding onto your t-shirt.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay...”

Bakugou hugged you so tightly. He wasn’t gonna let you slip away again.

“Bakugou look at me,” you ordered. His red eyes looked into yours. You gently wiped away his stray tears.

“I don’t know what you want me to do. Of course I want you. I never stopped wanting you. But I want the version of you that I fell in love with, not the one that broke my heart. And that’s the problem. I don’t know which one I’m going to get.”

Bakugou shook his head.

“Please don’t leave, please don’t leave me. Everyone always leaves so I try to leave first but I won’t this time. I won’t mess up. I can’t bare to see you with anyone else but me...”

“I don’t like it either. I’m trying to move on but it’s really hard...”

“Please I’ll do anything to have you back...absolutely anything...”

“I just need you to do better... and not just promise to do it, I need actions Katsuki...”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do it. I swear. Y/N please...I love you.”

Your eyes widened, then began to shed its own tears. You hugged Bakugou again.

“I love you Bakugou.”

You showered the blond boy with endless kisses, unsure what else to do. You really did love him. That fact never changed.

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

The next day, Katsuki Bakugou did better.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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Kai and angel on their honeymoon and the eight precepts especially rapa call them to check in or in rappa’s mission to prevent Kai from having a good time and for them not to bring home a future mini Kai, and Kai calls pops and throws his phone breaking it and relaxes since he knows only chrono, pops, nemoto and mimic have angels phone number

Mentions of sexy times and NSFW, you were alerted.

"Kai!" You waved from the sand, near the start of the ocean as he waved nonchantly from the balcony of the room the both of you had gotten for your honeymoon.

It was indeed a beautiful place you had chosen but it was just so fucking hot. His fear was to get a tan or a sunburn due to how pale he was and how easily he could burn his skin.

You pouted and hitted your feet on the sand, reminding him of a child as he chuckled under his breath. You wanted him to go in there surely...

He could take a shower after, he was just going to walk to you, feet protect by his shoes anyway so-

He flinched at the ring tone of his cellphone and furrowed his eyebrows at the device.. he gave orders and alerted Pops to NOT bother him while on his vacation if it wasn't a emergency... Picking it up to show you, he saw your mouth turn into a "O" shape and start to walk to the cabin.

"Spill it out." He answered the phone and grimace at the voice of the last person he wanted to hear.

"Good mornin'to ya too Overjerk."

"Rappa." He growled, breathing in and out with a hand pinching the middle of his eyebrows "Just say whatever it is..."

"Yeah whatever. The thing is that Tengai is being a bitch about being partner up with me and I agree with that-"

"rAPPA STOP INVENTING THINGS AND LEAVE MASTER ALON-" he winced at the shouts of Tengai and pushed away the cellphone from his ear just at the moment you entered.

"What is going on?" You whispered as he only shaked the cellphone to his hand.

"Take your problem to Nemoto or Chronostasis and don't you dare bother me anymore." Without waiting for a reply he ended the call with a sigh, noticing your smiling at him "What?" He spatted as you giggled.

"Nothing! Nothinh!" You shaked your hands as he scoffed at your attitude "since someone is too afraid of getting his feet on the ocean how about a hot spring? I heard that is good and no one can enter if there is a newly wed couple~" you singles the words as he arched one eyebrow, letting a sigh fall from his lips after wards and grabbing a towel.

"Then come take a shower first."

"Just the shower?" You pouted mockingly as he pulled his mask down to reveal a lustful smirk to pair up with his predatory gaze.

"Your choice."

"Isn't it better to take your cellphone?" You asked as he was grabbing the things to go.

"Huh?"

"Asides from that one call-" you giggled as he grimaced In anger at only remebering "Might happen something important. Pops can call and all." You shaked his cellphone slightly to emphasize as he only rolled his eyes, giving you a wave as if it was a whatever sign to take with you both as well.

He cant even remember if he was ever on a hit spring, but being with your significant other along on the hot water was something entirely pleasant to be honest.

... not even comenting about how he threaten the people of the resort that if that water wasn't clean he was going to commit a genocide.

"Enjoying yourself?" He muttered with closed eyes and head tilted back as he felt you nod, but soon cracked one of his eyes open when he felt you crawling your way up to his lap "What is my angel up to now? Only one wasn't enough?" He growled, hands founding your soft hips as you giggled not so innocently.

"Was it for you big boy?" His eyes narrowed with a smirk, pulling you closer to his naked and wet chest as he hesitated for a bit to kiss you until you fulfilled that hidden desire for him.

It was all so new to him... letting someone touch him, kiss him, please him even... and the more strange was that he felt the same desire of pleasing you... maybe it was the newly wed thing going on his mind. But heck, the lust felt too good to just stop.

The kiss was heated enough already with a battle of tongues which he won for the dominance, as usual the bastard, and just about when he decides to rut his hips on yours for just a little bit-

"Mister?" He froze and widened his eyes; pulling you to his chest as he glared at the poor employee whose yelped on his feet at the look he gave to him as he craddled your head on his neck and hidded your indecent alomg with the water and the steam.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry sir but is a call for y-you-!" The poor boy showed his cellphone and Chisaki snatched from his grip with a order to get the fuck out before you both sighed in annoyance.

"What now?" He growled, you still on his lap as he trailed his fingers up and down your spine as you listened along.

"So not wanting to interrupt your fucking but Tabe ate all the food-" his jaw clenched as he heard shouts from Nemoto from the background to leave him alone "I DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT YOU ALL WANTED TO ME TO CALL OVERHAUL-!"

"I dont care if all of you wanted to call me, but if the issue is about Tabe eating the food is not my problem and go talk with other person because I am fucking busy." He growled the words as glared at you when he felt your lips pecking and ocassionaly giving kitten lips on his jaw line and neck.

"Yeah but we also dont want little overhauls walking here for now so let's say is for a good reason-"

"You wHAT-" he bitted his bottom lip when he felt your hand trailing down further his member as yousucked on his earlobe. "Dont call me anymore for those s-stupid reasons Kendo Rappa I swear-" he ended the call as he let out a low growl when you dolled your hips against his as you giggled.

"Ops?" You tilted your head at him as he grabbed your hips and pulled against him with more force causing you to stiffle a moan.

"Not here naughty thing." He growled before kissing and sucking on your bottom lip before he despatched with drunk lustful eyes as he helped you get up to get out.

He was on the 8 sleep when he listened to the cursed ring tone again... grumbling turning away and searching limbs of arms and legs to extend his arm on the nightstand. Not even greeting as he waited for the other person to speak first.

"Hello? Master?"

"Nemoto this better be important..." he grumbled, bare hand brushing his messy brow looks and rubbing his eyes, still closed and his voice still husky and sore from sleep and... other things.

"So.. master... About the calls Rappa made to you... they were all, well. Collects calls..." he cracked his golden eyes open, glaring at the window door as if he was Rappa and poor Nemoto.

"It's just that?" He growled. Before Nemoto could even answer he listened to someone else's voice shouting and snatching the phone out of Nemoto.

"About the collect calls scree it but seriously dude keep it on your pants or-"

"GO TO HELL RAPPA!" he shouted and threw his phone at the wall in anger. Causing you to joint awake.

"What happened?!" You almost shouted if it wasn't for Chisaki patting your head as a signal it wasn't anything seriously before he got up and sized his cellphone back to normal.

"The precepts, especially that low life thug Rappa just giving me a headache." He grumbled as he growled at the calls on his cellphone.

"What's new huh?" You sleepily giggled while opening your arms at him "Cmon go back to sleep.."

He stared at his phone for a bit before leaving on the nightstand and getting under the covers with a sigh, letting you cuddled up to his chest even if he was extressed out.

Your movements of your hands on his back and the humming caused him to calm down and relax for a bit... not until the cellphone ringed again.

"Kai, honey calm down-" you tried to prevent before Chisaki got up abruptly and answered the call.

"FUCKING HELL WHAT NOW?!"

"..Jesus boy I was just calling to make sure you and (Y/n) were okay, did I wake you up or interrupted something?"

It was silence for a bit before Kai sitted back down on the bed with a mortified look, you crawled your way to sit besides him as he showed the contact name as you winced.

"Chisaki? Hello? Chrono is this thing really working?"

"... Apologies Pops..." your husband muttered and it would be comical if it wasn't tragically how loud Kai's shout was this time.

"Thanks for letting me know my boy, we will only call at (Y/n)'s number from now on."

"You have my gratitude..." he sighed before ending the call... staring at the device on his hand.

"K-Kai?" You went to poke his shoulder before yelping at when he smashed and destroyed his cellphone in one grip with a twitching eye. "You know you didn't had to do that, right?"

"I'm just tired of listening to this shit." He whispered, still with a twitching eye before relaxed a bit at your giggles and hugging his bare shoulders.

"Well, maybe we can get a bit more of peace at least." You whispered before planting a kiss right behind his ear and cheek.

"At least." He sighed, caging you on the bed and pointing you fervently "Come on angel, round 2 to distress." He growled on your lips as you giggled but accepted.

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livelovelaug-h · 4 years

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Stressed

New girl fanfic ofc, Schmidt x reader

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A/n: I know I have a lot of stories to get to especially That 70s Show but I finally had an idea for a new girl fanfic. Take it easy on me this is my first new girl fanfic haaha!!!

"you're stress eating aren't you?"

It was 9 p.m. and you were in the loft eating a burger when Schmidt walked in.

"No I'm not."

"You're eating that sandwich like your life depends on it, now tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed. "Ugh it's a lot of things schmidt."

"Are you not having any sex y/n is that it? because we can fix that." You gave him a look.

"No its not that. I mean kinda but...- no, I'm tired of not having long relationships and I'm almost 28 I should be pretty settled in."

"That's not true, none of us are settled down and we're older than you by a little."

"Yeah I guess your right. I just dont feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be in my life."

"I know you wanted to do more acting stuff by now but I would say I'm very proud of you for how far you've come. I mean you did a commerical for crying out loud! Not to mention you got over your fears. Stop being so hard on yourself woman, you'll get more jobs, I mean look at you."

You bit your lip & smiled. "Thank you so much schmidt, that means a lot to me."

" no problem, that's what I'm here for cuz I'm cool. I'm the cool one. The one with the best advice. That's why they call me mr. Advice guy. Advice here, Get your advice here"

"Alright no one calls you that, and I wouldn't go that far." You laughed. "But I think miller might be a little cooler than you.."

"Oh please."

Grabbing your hot sauce you tried to pour it down schmidt's mouth. "I know Miller would definitely drink this." he grabbed your wrist midway.

"Of course I wouldn't I'm not an animal."

2 secs, 3 seconds, 4

schmidt didnt let you go, both of you holding each others stare. It was the connection you've been wanting for awhile.

He spoke up: " are you thinking what I'm thinking? Solve one of your stressed out problems."

Grinning widely you shook your head. "Let's do it." Tugging on his arm you walked him towards his room.

He closed the door and grabbed your face kissing you. You were in heaven you couldnt believe schmidt was kissing you. That was one reason why you were stressed out. You liked him but didnt have enough courage to tell him, plus he didnt seem like he wanted a relationship since he was with a new girl ;) almost every week.

You guys walked back towards the bed, you laying down and him following suit. he leaned on top of you, stopped, and pulled back and spoke up walking towards the door;

"We can't do this."

You were kinda embarrassed. He probably didnt like you like you, I mean its schmidt he's hot and you dont your his type.

"Oh?" Is all you could say. Almost like a deer in headlights.

" I'm sorry I can usually do this with anyone."

Punch number 2 to the gut.

" oh okay nooo, I understand you cant do it when you know you cant get it up." You said shyly getting up.

"What no no, I can get it up. Trust me I can get it up. It's just I cant do it with you because- because I like you y/n. I've actually liked you for a while. I don't just want to jump into bed with you, like I normally would."

You were in shock. You raised your eyebrows.

" you were dating that guy and then you seemed upset so I didn't want to interfere or be the rebound, which I mean I wouldn't have minded but instead I just tried to distract myself with other women." At this point you were smiling so hard your face could fall off.

"Wow I wasnt expecting that, but I've liked you for a while too. I can't believe that our Schmidt is ready to try relationship."

" well hey, I didn't say all that." He joked. "I'm kidding I would like to try with you. How does dinner tomorrow around 7 sound?"

"It sounds great. I cant wait. I'll see you then."

"See you then." He closed the gap in between you guys and kissed you passionately. You could feel yourself heating up and getting red but you liked this feeling. You could get used to this.

"Good night schmidt.''

"Good night y/n."

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mirror-juliet · 3 years

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Hard Time {Hongjoong X Reader}

know this is late but i procrastinated again. I sowwy

Requested by anon

Warnings) teasing, hard dom, bondage, punishment. vampire gloves, wartenberg wheel, nipple clamps, spanking paddle, degration, orgasm control, edging, slight mention of blood from bondage toy

Seonghwa had invited everyone over for dinner at his place, not only to hang out, but to also discuss the next comeback on the horizon. You always come to these dinner's with Hongjoong, not only to keep him company and visit with the other members, but Hongjoong likes to show you off.

But tonight you had something up your sleeve. The talk was getting too boring and Hongjoong wasn't giving you the much needed attention you so desired. Who could blame you? Attention is what you thrive on! And Hongjoong was neglecting you to talk with his best friend. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and started playing footsie with Hongjoong's penis from across the table.

You also may or may not have sat right across from him for this exact reason.Hongjoong takes a quick glance at you to give you a sign of warning. One that you ignore and press harder into him while talking to Yunho like nothing is wrong. In fact you and him begin to take selfies together. Though, your attention is brought back to him by force. He slammed his foot into your toes that are exposed by your heels, so hard so that you have to bite your lip to stop from yelping out in pain.

Hongjoong scratches his eyebrow in your direction, another warning sign meaning "Behave" You would, but how could you when you're having so much fun feeling his bulge grow steadily from underneath your foot.

"If you would excuse me, Seonghwa." Hongjoong steps back from the table, Choking slightly on his own spit, but no one notices it besides you. "I need to use the gentlemen's room." As he walks away, you're sure you're the only one who see's it, but your lips quirk upward as you see the thick erection through his pants.

"Is Hongjoong okay Y/n?" Yunho asks, face laced with concern. "He looks a bit flushed, i hope he isn't running a fever." You cant help but coo at how concerned he is for his leader, patting his head for his comfort.

"I'm sure he's just gotten a hot flash, it is quite warm in here after all." Seonghwa hears this and offers to turn the air on, but you gently decline, saying that you'll be fine.

After five minutes of radio silence form Hongjoong, you were starting to get concerned yourself. Usually by this time he would have texted you to get your ass in the bathroom."I'm gonna go see if Hongjoong is okay." You excuse yourself from the table, going to rasp gently on the bathroom door.

Instead of a verbal answer, the door is thrown open and you are yanked swiftly into the bathroom like a scene out of a snuff movie. Right before the main character is killed. You catch yourself having these thoughts, they're so strange to have in this situation.

The look on Hongjoong's face has you concerned, not to mention the mess he has his hair in, pushed back and in every which direction besides straight. "Baby, are you oka-""Look what you did!" He whisper shouts as he pulls his pants down hastily to show a painful erection standing tall and proud, drooling precum down the head"You are such a fucking brat! Fix this. Now." Hongjoong pushes you onto your knee's giving you a moment to pull away if you really wanted to. When you show no sign of resistance, he slips himself into your mouth; grunting in a euphoric and beautiful way.

"Jesus fuck bitch. Fuck, you're gonna make me yell if you keep up your mouth like that." Hongjoong pushes you off of him and rapidly pumps himself like a jackhammer. One wrong move and he'll break his penis. With a small grunt Hongjoong finishes into the toilet."You don't deserve to eat my cum, you're a bad girl." Hongjoong sighs at the release of pressure on his lower region. He tucks himself back in and pulls you up off the floor.

The both of you go back to the dining room like nothing's happened with a suspicious look form Jongho, but no one else. As you sit down, you press up closer to Yunho. The poor boy flushing bright red as you pull your shirt down to show your clevage. Yunho takes a few moments to look, but then quickly averts his eyes and swallows a few times.

"I hate to be this way." Hongjoong stands up and walks over to you. "But i'm not feeling too well. Is it okay if we go home a little early?" Seonghwa quickly swallows his drink and reaches out to Hongjoong."Yea, no problem. I'll text you the details Feel better man." The both of you say your goodbyes and grab your coats to head out to your cars. On your way out, you notice the smirk Jongho has on his face, raising his glass to you right before you leave.

The car ride home was filled with silence, leaving you to soak your panties with dangerous thoughts floating through your head. He's going to punish you no doubt, a sickening sweet smile plays across your lips. Oh how sweet that sounds to your mind. It wasn't too long of a drive though thanks to Hongjoong's speeding.

It takes him mere seconds after you exit the car to grab ahold of your wrist and drag you up to your house and into your bedroom. Not even bothering to let you take your shoes off."I'm going into the bathroom, now when i come out you had better be undressed and on the bed. Do i make myself clear?" You nod your head, crossing your fingers behind your back; you're already in trouble so why not make it worth your time to be underneath him. So you take off everything except the baby blue lingere set you had on underneath your clothes, hoping it would come to this.

Ten minutes is what it takes Hongjoong to get out of the bathroom, clearly have taken a shower and freshly shaven. By the look in his eyes as he looks at her, he's less than pleased."I thought i told you to get undressed. So why are you in that?" Hongjoong doesn't bother to put a shirt on, letting his sweatpants hang dangerously low to his v-line.

"Not even gonna answer me? God you really are just a spoiled brat huh? Cant even follow simple orders." He stalks up to the bed. "So now you're gonna get treated like a selfish brat."Hongjoong kisses you hard, chasing after your lips and you chasing after his own. He tangles his fingers in your hair and grinds against you. His other hand keeping yours at bay from touching him. He pulls back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His eyes grow soft and he chuckles.

Then he moves his hand in your hair down to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth opens. A glob of his spit trickles down into your mouth and he expects you to swallow it.

"At least you're able to do one thing right, Stupid girl." And there's that smile again, the soft one that really isn't. Then he does something that has you gasping in shock. He ripped your lingere off completely, completely ruining the garment. You'll have to worry about the price later."On the ground, on all fours." Hongjoong commands as he sits in the chair across the room, crossing his legs and thinking about his next move.

This is like a game to him, you're both on a different team, yet the same coin, merely just different sides. And it's his move, you used all of yours up at the dinner party and now he gets to use his that he has delicately been saving up. He needs to calculate the next move and then strike. How childish this is, to think of it at as a game, Hongjoong thinks.

He uses his fingers to beacon you forward, he smiles again as you obey rather quickly on all fours still. He's going to have so much fun watching you squirm for him. He's already taken care of himself twice tonight, once with you and the second time in the shower. So he has no need to use your cunt other than your torture.

Once you get close enough to him, he positions you sideways in front of him with his feet, then using your ass as a foot rest. Scrolling through his phone while he waits for you to get tired in this position."You have twenty minutes, try not to move too much." Your eyes widen, twenty minutes on the hardwood? On hands and knees?

As time passes you grow more inpatient, trying not to move to much but you cant help but sway your weight to one knee at a time. Occasionally Hongjoong will dig his heel into the small of your back to get you to cease movement."Hongjoong. It hurts~" You whine and it's like music to Hongjoong's ears, But you still have ten minutes left and he's not done taking pictures of you yet.

"If it hurts that bad, use the safeword." He barks, feigning annoyance at her whining. With a few more pictures and liking a few posts on Instagram he tells you to get on the bed, pulling out the cuffs to tie your hands to the bed with, snacking your tits a few times.Then he goes to the spare dresser you keep in the room for all your toys for the bedroom. Hongjoong takes his time browsing through the items, picking out the right ones that will reach the itch he has to punish you and make you cry out in lust. Then he see's it, the one toy he's been dying to use on you and blood nearly goes to his lower head.

You watch as he puts the spikey Glove on the edge of the bed, pulling out another pair of cuffs, attaching your ankles to the cuffs on your wrists."This my little brat, Is called a vampire glove." Hongjoong says as he slips it on, the spikes reflecting light into your eyes."So you know what it's used for?" You shake your head no, truly not knowing what the use of it is. Maybe to leave scratches along a sub?"Spanking." the word leaves you scared, not truly, but the kind of scared that is unsure of itself. Hongjoong is notorious for spanking hard, so what would the gloves do to your poor ass? You shiver thinking about it.

He doesn't leave you much time to process the idea of blood being possibly drawn when he pulls his hand back in the air. You clench your eyes shut right before the impact and leave a yelp at the pinprick feeling on your ass, feeling something trickle down.

"Who would have known you're so prone to drawing blood little brat." Hongjoong comes up to you before continuing, kissing your forehead and breaking his dom complex for a moment."I'll be gentler." And his next swing is more gentle, not going deep enough to draw blood but still breaking skin. The blood that does come out only comes in tiny dots littering across your cheeks.

Even with him being gentler, the glove still hurts, enough so to bring tears to your eyes that fall down your cheeks. It most definitely is a punishment and not one made for you to enjoy. Hongjoong gives you a two minute time out before he moves onto the next toy-The wartenburg wheel, also not one of your favorites for what he always does with it.He rolls the spikes over the puncture wounds, allowing you to cry even more at the pain, but not painful enough for you to use your safeword."I wouldn't have to do this if you were a good girl." Hongjoong argues. "But since you were a brat, this is what happens."

"I know, i'm sorry sir, it wont happen again." What a beautiful sight you are in this state, crying, begging, unrationally thinking in hope for a climax or some sort of pleasure to combat the pain. He feels a little softer than he did earlier, so he lets your legs down and allows you a moment to cry and calm down from the pain. Hongjoong strokes your face as he admires you, you're so gorgeous and perfect for him, the missing piece to the twisted puzzle he is in his mind.

"I think that's enough for tonight darling." Hongjoong makes the decision for you as he see's you aren't calming down enough. Sure you seem fine but he knows with another punishment you'll go into a sub drop. So to the bathtub you go in his arms. He cuddles you and washes you in the tub, pressing his hips to your head; making sure you know you did a great job. Also telling you how beautiful you are.After the bath he puts aloe on your bum and dresses you in some panties and one of his shirts, taking you both to bed.

#ateez smut #ateez hongjoong smut #Ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #ateez aesthetic

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sigil-of-3 · 3 years

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Rottmnt comfort headcanons

Hello hello! I’m here with my boys for some more comfort headcannons! Please enjoy, and have a good day/night!

Leo:

It’s a whole show when leo’s trying to comfort you. He’ll do magic, say dumb jokes, or do just about anything to make you feel better quickly

But when it comes down to it, he’ll let you vent about whatever’s bothering you.

He can give pretty solid advice when he needs to.

But if you start getting to the point of tears, he sobers up fast

he doesn’t want to see you cry, at all

So he’ll work harder to calm you down

But sometimes, it doesn’t work, and you start crying.

At that point, he let’s you just cry. You must need it if he couldn’t stop you.

He’ll pull you into a soft hug, resting his chin on your head as he rubs your back.

He’ll start rambling about how lucky he is to have you, and how lucky his brothers are too.

“Y’know we’ll always be here for you Y/n.. Always.”

You two will probably stay up way to late, but you’ll always feel better after talking with Leo.

Raph:

His first instinct when he comes to you with a problem is how to solve it

He cant help it! he has three little brothers!

So almost imideatley, you’re getting truckloads of advice from Raph

It’s a;most impossible to stop him, but once you do he’s an amazing listener.

Any problem you have, he’ll listen to.

And anything you want, he’ll give you

Hugs? for sure! Some tea and snacks? let him get the kettle. Cuddles with cheesey movies? Perfect!

But once you start crying, he panics a bit.

Sure, he had to help his brothers, but once the tears came pops always came to deal with the problem.

So he doesn’t do that well with tears.

He’ll hug you close, curling up into a comfy little ball as he tries to calm your tears with soft whispers and little forhead kisses

“You’re amazing Y/n! I know you are! We wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t awesome!”

It’s a little bit of a struggle at times, but more times than not you’ll leave the lair feeling better after a little while of chatting with the eldest turtle teen.

Mikey:

Opposed to his 2012 counterpart, Mikey is the best when it comes to comforting you.

He’ll stop everything if you’re upset

everyone else can wait.You need him right now.

He’d take you into his room, and wrap you up in blankets so you felt secure. Before you blinked you’d have a hot drink and your favourite snacks

And one little turtle ready to listen to everything you needed to say.

If you wanted advice, he’d give you advice.

If you just wanted to scream into a pillow, he had pleanty to choose from.

And if you started crying, he’d hold you tight, letting you get it all out.

Anything you needed, he’d provide.

“We all have bad day’s Y/n, and I’m ready to help you through all of yours!”

It may seem like mikey’s a bad comforter, but every time you talk to him you go home happy.

Donnie:

Definitely not good when it comes to comfort.

He’s always buisy, and his work is more important that some ‘stupid emotions’

He’ll let you rant, but dont expect anything else asside from a few nods or diatant “yeah, totaly” responses.

and if you ever ask for advice, gods help you

“why do you want MY advice? I’m buisy here, and i’m not your therapist!”

he wont stop ranting about how you’re distracting him, and bothering him.

It’ll keep on like that until you start crying

Then, everything flips, and donnie panics

Your crying-

oh g o d you’re crying-

almost instantly he’s hugging you, stroking your hair softly and trying to calm you down.

He’s not good with words,

at all

“Um.. Im sorry for uh- for making you cry, ok..? I’ll make you something to make up for it alright? I care about you a lot, Y/n! I just suck at showing it..”

He’s trying his best.. But maybe look for someone else to help you first.

I hope ya’ll enjoyed these! My next headcannons are going to be much more... Angsty >:) see ya’ll later, and have a wonderfull day/night!

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise raph #Rise mikey #rise donnie #headcannons #no tcest #tcest dni #Ewnotcest

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stupidjewkyle · 3 years

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request from @im-just-star-dust

cartman x reader

my friend, eric- part 1

TW: abusive parents (mostly verbal abusive, no physical abuse) please don’t read before and after the ‘*’ mark if this is triggering to you. thank you :)

NOTE: this is set in 7th grade, they are all 12 and 13

y/n pov:

my whole life, i’ve been quiet. every school i went to, i was known as “the quiet kid.” growing up, i never had many friends. i mean, how could you even make friends without talking to them. and even if i made a friend, it wouldn’t last long cause of how much i move. my parents work in...a strange business. drug dealers. they’re always scared of getting caught, so we move once every 4-6 months. i hate my life. i hate my parents. i hate not being able to speak up about anything. i never get to have a say in anything that happens in my life. for example, today my parents decided to move again. since we have quite a bit of extra money to use, i asked to move to hawaii, or a nice place like that. they laughed and then handed me a paper with the moving information. 467 cliff drive, south park, CO, USA ‘you have to be fucking kidding me.’ i mumbled. “what’s wrong with south park?” my dad said. “it’s not a very known town, so we would be safe there. we could probably stay there for at least a year and a half.” “now you could finally make friends!” my mom said smiling. i rolled my eyes.

“you know what? if you’re gonna be a bitch about it, just go to your room and start packing. i don’t wanna hear anymore shit from you. got it?” my dad said, pulling me by my hair.

i wanted to say something so bad. but i was scared. i turned around and started walking upstairs.

1 week later

we were finally here. south park wasn’t as bad as i thought it was gonna be.

i haven’t left my house since we got here. all

the kids in my neighborhood are always outside, i cant risk them seeing me. i don’t want to meet them. i’m too scared to talk. they might think i’m weird. i just can’t risk anything. plus, school starts tomorrow. i don’t want anything to be anymore awkward than it is for me on the first day.

cartman pov:

i woke up early like normal. i got dressed, like normal. i talked to my stupid bitch mom, like normal. i walked to the bus stop, like normal.

“god why is everything so fucking boring all of a sudden?? has it always been like this??” i said while standing next to kyle and kenny.

kyle glanced at cartman. “yes, it’s always been like this fatass. i don’t see a problem with it though. it’s nice to have a routine-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP KYLE. JESUS CHRIST YOURE MAKING IT WORSE.” cartman yelled at kyle.

“you know what? i’m leaving. there’s better and less stupid things to do than school.”

i started walking away from the bus stop. stupid fucking kyle always ruining my day.

i started walking to token’s house.

on the way there, i saw a girl walking down the street. she had y/h/c hair that went down to her elbows (sorry if your hair isn’t that length LMAO). it caught my attention. she was wearing baggy jeans, an oversized tye-dye t-shirt, and a pink un-zipped jacket on top. she looked so pretty and bothered while she walked.

“woah.” i said out loud.

“dude can u move? i need to get to school.” token said standing behind me.

“cant you see i’m busy token? just walk around me.”

“i would if you weren’t so fat!”

y/n pov:

shit! i think those two boys saw me. i need to get to class fast before they say anything to me!

after what felt like hours, i finally got to my class room. i walked up to the teacher and she assigned me to a desk. “go sit next to stan, he’ll tell you about the school.” i nodded my head.

“oh hi you must be the new girl.” stan said, holding his hand out for me to shake. i blushed and didn’t put my hand out. he looked confused. “okay then... meet me after 5th period and i’ll show you around.” he said sitting back down.

cartman pov:

time skip, lunch time

i sat down at my usual table with kenny, kyle, stan, butters, craig, jimmy, and scott malkinson.

“holy shit guys, did you see the new girl?” i said excitedly.

“oh yeah i did. i think her name is y/n? i’m not sure. she’s pretty hot tho.” kyle said taking a bite of his sandwich.

“fuck off kyle, she’s mine!” i yelled.

“woah calm down fatass. she’s not yours. she doesn’t even know who you are.” kyle replied.

“and i’m about to change that...” i said grinning.

y/n pov:

i sat down outside, alone. it’s only the first day, and i already made it weird. why couldn’t i just shake his hand? he’s probably telling everyone i’m an awkward, germaphobe who doesn’t talk.

i sighed and put my face in my arms.

“uh hi. your the new girl right?” a boy said looking down at me, his hands behind his back.

something about him made me feel..safe.

“um yeah... i’m y/n...” i said quietly.

“y/n... i like that name, it’s pretty. i’m eric, but most people call me cartman.” the boy said, sitting down next to me.

“well nice to meet you eric.” i didn’t know what else to say. i wanted to keep talking to him but i had nothing else to say.

“um... are you friends with stan?” i said, hoping we could continue talking.

cartman pov:

goddammit. she likes stan. great.

“oh yeah we’re friends. he uh has a girlfriend though in case you were wondering. i’m sorry.” i said.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?! WHY AM I BEING TO NICE TO HER?! WHY AM I BLUSHING AND SMILING?? AND WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH THAT SHE LIKES STAN??

i didn’t realize what had happened to me until it was too late. i had a crush. this isn’t gonna end well. i swore i would never like anyone again after the whole heidi thing happened. i should just leave and call her a bitch and ignore my feelings. yeah! that’s a great idea!

i stood up.

“well, i have to get ready for class. it was really nice spending lunch with you. maybe we can hang out after school on friday?” i said.

“yea sure! i’d love to.” she said smiling.

GODDAMMIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!

to be continued...

#south park fanfiction #south park fandom #eric cartman #cartman x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park #heidi turner #wendy testaburger #x reader #fanfiction #part one #mysterion #the coon #coon and friends #south park headcanons

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summery: Roger’s delayed getting home from tour.

Warnings: SMUT (18+),but it’s like light smut lmao,cock warming,morning sex,just like some fluffy bullshit really

Words: 2326

A/N: Been a lil minute since I wrote Rog and I kinda missed him. this idea came to me last week and wouldn't leave me alone lmao

Taglist: @laedymoon @dtfrogertaylor @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @supersonicfreddie @taron-egrotten @johndeaconshands @borhapbois

It had been a couple of months since you’d seen Roger face to face. The biggest downside of dating a rock star was dealing with his absence. Everyone seemed insistent on dragging him away from you, often to the other side of the world. You took comfort knowing he missed you as much as you missed him, and that he was leaving you to live out his lifelong dream. What could be more important than that? When he was away, he called frequently to check in with you. You’d laugh about whatever drama he’d had to endure during rehearsal (though privately you were sure he exaggerated) and then you’d tell him all about what he was missing back home. But the further into the tour he got, the more the calls changed. Gone were the long conversations that unpacked every minute aspect of your day. They were replaced with long conversations that answered the question how was your day? in the first five minutes and dedicated the rest of the time to talk of possible ways to celebrate his eventual return, growing steadily filthier. The problem was that, having moved in together, you’d become accustomed to a certain amount of physical intimacy that you just weren’t getting without Roger there. You missed being able to startle him by laying ice cold hands against the back of his neck, missed cuddling up with him on the couch. You even missed the way he’d pinch your bum as he hugged you, laughing when you squealed in response and batted his chest with your palm. Of course, you missed the sex too. He’d always claimed to be a good lay and, so far, he hadn’t disappointed you. It wasn’t always easy to unwind after a long or hard day of work without being able to grab Roger by the hand and pull him into the bedroom for a few hours, and sometimes the forced abstinence just added to any tensions or stresses you were already dealing with. Plus it was nice to have someone you enjoyed having sex with, who liked making you feel good, and it kind of just sucked to lose that. So being stuck with nothing but your imagination soon had you desperate for Roger’s return and he seemed to feel the same. By the end of the tour you’d abandoned all pretence and we just having straight up phone sex every other night, Roger locked away in his hotel room, you wherever you’d happened to pick up the phone – bedroom or kitchen or lounge room, it didn’t matter.

There was some mild embarrassment at the thought of what may be said of you if anyone were to overhear. Things mentioned in the heat of the moment often seemed silly after you’d hung up, the fog of needy lust subsiding. But while you were on the phone you couldn’t care less who heard what, as long as Roger was there, listening to you, describing his own ideas in response. It was good that Roger had just as large a disregard for anyone else’s ears as you because you were sure one of the boys would be in the room next to his, probably able to hear everything he said. Perhaps if they’d been able to hear your voice, your moans, you would have been more concerned, but you were alone on your end of the line, free to be as loud as you liked. And when you were lying in bed, one hand shoved down the front of your pants, listening to Roger describe how he wanted to fuck you, loud is exactly what you were. The hand that wasn’t pressed to your clit held the phone held tight to your ear, as if loosening your grip would shake you loose from Roger himself.

“Christ I miss your cunt,” he groaned down the line, the sound of his hand sliding over his dick audible beneath his words, “tell me you miss my cock,”

“God yes Rog,” you whined, a little startled by just how much you meant it. “Miss how you fuck me. My fingers are fucking shit compared to the way it feels when you fill me,”

“Shit, love. The second I see you I’m going to slide into your pussy and just stay there for as long as I can.”

“I’ll squeeze down on you,” you warned, not in the mood to think about being full and unfucked.

“Good. I’ll cum in you and then stay there until you’re squirming and begging and I’m hard enough to pound you. Fuck you so loud the neighbours complain. Might even keep myself stuffed inside you until I can start round three.”

“Jesus Rog,”

“You like the sound of that? Being my own personal cock sleeve?”

“Mmhmm, so much. You could live in me. Just stay inside me forever, fucking me and pumping me full of cum over and over.”

“Fuck. I can hear how wet you are.”

So it usually went, or something similar.

But, unfortunately, your most recent phone call was nowhere near as fun. Roger had meant to be home by six. You’d been excited and spent the afternoon getting things ready. A nice hot bath with your favourite scents, fresh sheets for you to ruin the minute he walked in the door, a bottle of wine for afterwards. It would pair nicely with the steaks and sides you’d prepped – all easy and fast to cook as soon as you’d recovered enough. You even put on some of your nicest underwear. Not your fanciest lingerie because it was likely to be torn in his haste to undress you, but it was a matching set and one you knew he liked. But six o’clock came and went and he didn’t walk in the door. Enough time passed that you’d gotten cold waiting in just your undies, so you’d thrown a robe over the top and settled in front of the TV under a blanket. But it was hard to relax when you didn’t know where Roger was or why he hadn’t come home when he said he would. After a few more hours the phone rang and you raced to it, slightly worried you were about to hear something devastating. You sighed in relief at the sound of Roger’s voice but he didn’t have much time to chat. He rushed out an explanation for his being late – something about a weather delay and missing luggage – and then hung up again. A little upset at having to wait even longer to see him, and that your night had been ruined, you fixed yourself a quick dinner, leaving the steaks for the next day instead. You didn’t change though, just in case, your head flicking towards the front door at every little sound. It was late when you finally decided to call it a night, stumbling up to your room, not even bothering to change into pyjamas before you slipped under the covers.

The next thing you knew was being woken by someone climbing into bed next to you, the chill of his fingers making you shiver as he brushed hair off your face. You cracked an eye open, but the sun hadn’t risen and it was hard to see more than a vague outline, Roger’s quick apology for waking you confirmation of who he was. He felt you move to try and get a better look and softly told you to go back to sleep. Instead you waited for him to finish undressing and then shuffled closer, reaching out for him. He let you wrap your arms around him, repaid you with a soft kiss.

“You’re home,” you mumbled, not fully awake.

“Finally. Sorry I’m late,” his voice was low and rough and comforting to hear, right beside your ear, undistorted by connection issues and distance, “Fucking terrible night. But I’m glad to see you again.”

“Not quite the welcome I’d planned,” you said through a yawn.

He laughed softly and kissed the tip of your nose, “Me neither.”

“I got all dressed up and everything,”

Roger raised the blankets into the air, peaking under, trying to see what you meant, letting out a low whistle and a “now I really wish I’d been here sooner,” though you weren’t convinced he could actually see the set through the grey black of the early hour.

You laughed sleepily and raised a hand to stroke his cheek as he fell back to the pillow.

“I was thinking about you the whole way home,” he broke off to yawn, “Had to have a quick wank halfway across the Atlantic,” he yawned again and let his eyes shut for a moment, blinking them back open to look at you with a hint of his cheeky grin.

“Remember when you said you’d fuck me as soon as you saw me,”

“Not sure I have the energy for that. Don’t think you do either.”

You hummed in agreement, the sandman tugging at the corners of your brain, but there was another idea there too. Something more insistent. You tightened your grip on Roger, adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, pulled his head closer to the crook of your neck, able to feel his warm breath on your bare skin. “Kinda want you inside me anyway, Rog.”

“Really?”

The more you thought about it the more you wanted it. You’d missed his presence in the house, the smell of his shampoo and his cigarettes and his aftershave all mixed together, the way his laugh could fill a room, how it felt to sit in the backyard on a warm day and listen to him plucking at one of his guitars, the way he smiled when he said he loved you. And now that he was back all you wanted was to keep him close, listen to his every breath, feel his hair tickling your neck, the scratch of his stubble before he shaved, his warmth seeping into your skin. Just lying beside him wasn’t enough. You wanted to drown in him, completely and utterly surround yourself in him. But that was too hard to explain so early in the day, when you’d had only a couple hours sleep and he seemed to be running on even less. So you replied with a short, “Mmhmm,” lilting upward, and dropped your lips to the top of his head.

“You sure?” his question was an exhale against your throat, fingertips dancing closer to the waistband of your knickers.

“Positive. Just for a bit, please,”

He stifled another yawn as he pushed your underwear down, letting you kick them off one foot as he got rid of his own. There was a pause as he ran his hand along his length in long lazy strokes, a needy whine caught on the tip of your tongue as you waited. But it died there, replaced by a gasp as he pulled your leg over him and slowly sunk into you. Your fingers tightened where they lay and you felt his groan as vibrations against your throat as he filled you inch by inch.

“You okay?”

“Perfect,” you whispered back, “Welcome home.”

Roger hummed and breathed deep, taking a moment to wiggle into a slightly more comfortable position, hitching your leg up a little higher, tilting your head down so he could find your lips again. You saw his eyes flutter shut as he relaxed into the pillows, content to just stay like that until he could summon the energy to do more. You let your own eyes shut too, relishing the way it felt to be stretched around him, listening to his breaths slowing down and evening out.

It was Roger’s groan that made you stir. An almost desperate sound, though he tried to keep it quiet. Slowly you blinked your eyes open, trying to tell whether Roger was awake yet too, or whether the noise was made in his sleep. You could see him clearer now, the bags under his eyes, the ruffled unkempt look of his hair. Your leg was still slung over him, slipped a little from where he’d placed it, and without thinking you made to move it back. Roger groaned again as a small gasp left you, the full memory of what had happened the previous night returning to you. It was weird, waking up so full, but not unpleasant.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “you up?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Love, do that again and we’re going to have a mess to clean up,” he warned, softly.

“How long you been awake?”

“Not long. But you’ve been clenching around me a bit in your sleep and I’m so close.” The last two words were almost pained and you briefly considered moving, letting Roger go so he could calm down sufficiently. But you were comfortable and happy wrapped around him and the memory of your phone calls nagged at the back of your mind, “You can let go,”

“What?”

“I’m… what’d you call me…your personal cock sleeve? So let go,”

Roger stared at you, eyes wide though still tired looking, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. But, when you didn’t take it back he leaned in to kiss you, rocking his hips against you slowly, letting out a low noise as you felt him empty inside you. You kissed him in return, stroked his cheek as he calmed down. Just for a moment you let your eyes slip shut again, basking in the feeling of it all. When you looked back at Roger he was still staring.

“I love you,”

“Good, I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed much today,”

“Sounds good to me,” he laughed softly, following it with a hiss when you intentionally clenched on his sensitive dick again, “wait, wait love, give me like another minute.”

You apologised and settled for another kiss instead, leaving a few extra along his jaw until he was able to make good on his earlier promises.

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I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (part 2)

Bakugo X Reader

She’s just my roommate.

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He sipped on his third coffee as he scrolled through article after article on his laptop. It was almost noon and you were still sound asleep. He'd let you sleep as long as you needed.

He had woken up with your back firmly pressed against his chest and his arm snug around your waist. He hated pulling away from you but he had to remind himself that he didn't know you and this was probably the last thing you needed. You had been a prisoner almost your whole life. You didn't need someone like him in your life. Someone harsh and angry. You had had enough of that already, he had seen it in your dream. He would be an asshole if he tried anything with you. So he would have to settle for slightly over protective roommate.

He was looking for any article that might be linked to you. Trying to find out more about you, anything that would confirm your story. Not that he didn't trust you, but he just needed to know. He had been looking for almost an hour and he couldnt find anything. He already knew you weren't going to be on any social media. But he couldn't find any articles about a kidnapping or a missing persons report. To be fair he didn't have much to go on. All he had was your first name. He didnt even know how old you were.

He was about to give up when something caught his eye.

It was picture of you. You were very young maybe 5 or 6, but it was definitely you.

Childs mother accused of selling her daughter and making it look like a kidnapping. Police found a suspicious amount of money that had been transferred to the mothers bank account only two days before her daughter was supposedly kidnapped. The transaction was untraceable, leading the police to believe that it was an illegal transaction of some kind. The daughter is on record for being an early bloomer who’s quirk is dream related. Such a quirk would be very dangerous in the wrong hands. The detective who made the original report on the kidnapping is now under investigation as well for corrupting evidence and tampering with the crime scene to help it fit the mothers story.

And he thought he had a shitty mom... He couldnt help but stare at the picture. You looked so happy. You had braided pigtails and a goofy smile, showing off your missing teeth. You were so young... You had no idea that you your life was about to turn to shit. You didn't know what your life was going to become. It wasn’t fair... You didn't deserve this. The little girl in this picture deserved a chance to be a kid, to grow up, to be normal. But that was taken away from you. You would never get that time back.

Thanks to the article he now knew how old you were, only about a year and a half younger than him. He cringed at the thought that while he and Deku were out exploring as children you were being forced to work for villains.

He slammed his laptop shut when he heard you tip toeing into the kitchen. Still only wearing his oversized hoodie and boxers. Your hair was now in a messy bun and you looked adorable. You were only in the kitchen for a few seconds before you came out with a cup of coffee.

You sat down on the couch next to him criss cross style. You gave your cup a weird look as you smelled it.

“What? Did I make it too strong or something?”

You gave him an embarrassed look, “I’ve actually never had coffee... I’ve always wanted to though. There was this book I read once, when I was probably around.. I don’t know thirteen. This girl met her soul mate at a coffee shop. She had written her number down on a napkin but he accidentally threw it away. Then he ended up going there every day in the hopes that he’d see her again. At the same time she was coming back to find him, but they kept missing each other. He ended up finding her again because she had a really weird coffee order and he heard someone call it out at the coffee shop. ” You shrugged, “I know it’s just a drink and its so stupid but...I don’t know.”

Bakugo stood up and took the cup out of your hands, “Well you’re not going to drink this shit then. Come on put some pants on. We’ll go out and get some real coffee.”

You tried not to be nervous as you walked a few blocks to the coffee shop. Bakugo was with you. Nothing would happen. You kept looking over your shoulder expecting someone to jump out and say ‘Gotcha’. Bakugo could sense you were a bit stressed so he put an arm around your shoulder and leaned in, “It’s okay to be cautious. You have every right to be. But you cant live your life in fear. As long as you’re with me you’re safe. Got it?”

You nodded taking a moment to enjoy his caramel scent invading your personal space, “Got it.”

You kept having to stop every so often and pull you pants up because it didn’t matter how tight you tied your borrowed sweatpants, they were just too big. Bakugo noticed this and paused. “Ok so clothes first or coffee first? You look a bit uncomfortable. I can can get you some clothes that actually fit you.”

You hugged yourself, “I wouldn't mind some pants... maybe a few shirts. But I actually really like this hoodie. Do you think we could get me one.”

Bakugo gave you a soft smile, “If you like it that much you can have it. Its just an old UA hoodie. I have tons of them.”

You gave him a beaming smile and a quick nod, “Thank you! I’m going to wear it everyday!”

He just laughed at you, “Really it’s no problem. It’s probably best if you wash it every once in a while though. So clothes first or coffee?”

You didn't even hesitate, “Coffee!”

A few minutes later you both were standing in line in the cutest little cafe. The menu was huge and overwhelming. You nervously tugged at your hoodie sleeve, looking back and forth at the expansive menu.

Bakugo saw your eyes dart back and forth over the menu, “That side of the menu is all tea. This side over here is all coffee. For your first time I would go with something sweet. Are there any flavors you prefer?”

You blushed, “I’ve recently been craving caramel.” He didn't need to know that that was purely based on the fact that he smelled like caramel last night when he was holding you when he thought you were asleep.

He nodded as you approached the front of the line, “Two hot caramel lattes, biggest ones you’ve got. And if you could add some cinnamon that'd be great thanks.”

The girl behind the counter gave Bakugo a bright smile that made you uncomfortable. She looked crazy... why is she looking at him like that? “Is there anything else I can get for you? Anything at all?”

You looked at him as he handed over some money to pay for your drinks. He seemed like he wasn’t paying her any attention. “No that’ll be it, oh wait! Y/n did you want anything to eat? Muffin? Croissant? Bagel?”

You bit your lip, “A muffin sounds amazing.”

He smiled, “Yeah I agree.” He turned back to the girl behind the counter his smile disappearing, “Please add two blueberry muffins to my order.”

The girls smile faltered as she turned to look at you. Obviously not impressed with what she saw. “Of course, we’ll have that right out to you.” She rolled her eyes as soon as she didn't think Bakugo was looking, but you saw it and you had no idea what you could possibly have done to upset this complete stranger.

You chose a cozy looking corner that had a couch and a little table. You were basically buzzing with excitement. You jumped up when you heard them call your order. You were almost to the pick up counter when you stepped on the end of the sweatpants you were wearing and tripped. Bakugo was up and at your side in an instant, “Hey walk much? I know you’re excited but I promise its nothing to trip over.”

You knew by his tone he was just teasing you. So you took his outstretched hand and pulled yourself up, “Thanks. I’ll try to be less embarrassing in the future.”

The same girl who had taken you order was now leaning over the pick up counter, “Well I’d start with not wearing baggy ass clothing in public.” She pushed your coffee towards you and plastered on the fakest smile you had ever seen, “Have a nice day. Come back soon.”

Bakugo’s hands slammed down on the counter but somehow when he started talking he sounded completely calm. Which was almost scarier, “Look here little miss bitch. I dont think you have a problem with her clothes, I think you have a problem with her wearing my clothes. I've been coming here for years and you always fucking flirt with me. It’s not my fault that after all this time you haven't picked up on the fact that I’m not interested. Next time we come in you better have one hell of an apology or I’m calling the owner. We go way back. I saved his life once. Who's side do you think he’ll take?” He looked over to you and handed you your coffee, “Here, take this and dont forget your muffin. We’re leaving.”

You felt you face heat up as you left the cafe, “Bakugo you didn't have to do that. I dont even know her. She can think what she wants. It doesn't bother me. No matter what she thinks it’s probably still better than the truth. There’s no way for her to know who I am or what I’ve been through.”

He grunted, “Thats the thing. She doesn't know what you’ve been through but it shouldn't matter! You treat people with respect, especially paying customers in your place of business. She’s lucky I didn't get her ass fired.”

You put your hand on his shoulder, “Thank you for defending me. I appreciate it, I truly do. But just know it isn't necessary.”

He softened a bit, “I told you. As long as you’re with me you’re safe. And that includes deranged baristas.” He didnt know why he was already so attached to you. He knows he met you last night but thats not really true is it? He's seen you in his dreams for months. In a way it feels like he’s known you much longer. He gestured towards your coffee, “So how do you like it?”

You brought the to-go cup up to your lips and slowly took your first sip. You closed your eyes and hummed in response to the warm delicious beverage. “This... is... wow. This is my new favorite thing.”

Bakugo pretended to be hurt, “Oh wow I thought you said my cooking was the best.”

You giggled, “I can like two things Bakugo. Coffee is my favorite drink. Your noodles are my favorite food.”

“Alright I think I can deal with that. Let’s go get you some clothes.” He stopped you before you could take a step and his hands found your waist. Your heart started to race, “Dont freak out I’m just trying to help you out a little.” His fingers pinched your waistband and rolled it a few times. Making the pants you were wearing a bit shorter as well as tighter. “That should be good enough to get you to the store without any more graceful accidents.”

And it was. You arrived at a clothing store just as you finished your coffee. He held the door open for you and you stepped into what was either heaven or hell. You weren't sure yet. There were clothes everywhere! Hanging on the wall. Folded on tables. There was hardly room to move around the store. “Oh wow.”

“Yeah I know... It’s a lot. But I figured you’re stating from scratch and this place has everything. Or so I’ve been told.” He pointed to a rack off to the back of the store that had an abundance of jeans, “Lets start there and get you out of those tripping hazards.”

You stepped out of the fitting room to show Bakugo the pair you picked, “What do you think? I think they fit pretty well.”

His eyes were immediately glued to your ass. He felt like such a creep for even looking but once he did it was hard for him to look away. “Yeah they look great. Why dont we get a few pairs.”

You looked at the price tag, “I dont know they're kind of expensive...”

He just waved you off, “Dont even worry about it.”

Bakugo sat patiently while you tried on clothes. Which was saying a lot for him. Sure he’s gotten better since high school but he still wouldn't consider himself a patient person by any stretch of the imagination. Yet here he was. You came out in a Ground Zero onesie and he rolled his eyes, “Real cute. Now put it back,”

You shook your head, “No I like it. And its on sale. Please! It so cozy! The inside is so soft! It’s like its hugging me.”

He grunted. Was he really jealous of an article of clothing? His own merch no less? “Whatever. If you want it that bad lets get it.” He stood up from his spot and cracked his back from sitting down for so long. “You about ready to go?”

You nodded as you started to pile all of your clothes into a basket by his feet. You had ended up with several pairs of jeans, leggings, and sweatpants. Tons of shirts, a jacket, three pairs of shoes, and a couple dresses. “Yeah I just need to get underwear.”

He blushed. God damnit Bakugo get your shit together. He had seen plenty of naked girls before. He cleaned his throat, “I think that’s over there. I’ll go ahead and start getting all this stuff rung up at the counter.”

You skipped away to the direction of the underwater department while he went to the front to start the check out process. The women who started ringing in all your items gave him a sweet smile, “You’re such a good boyfriend. I saw you over there with her while she tried clothes on. My fiancé would have been complaining in the first ten minutes.”

He flinched, “I’m not her... she's... were not together. She's my roommate.”

The women quirked an eyebrow, “Oh? And do you make it a habit of buying all of your roommates hundreds of dollars worth of clothes?”

Bakugo growled, “Just ring this shit up would ya?”

He was messing with all the kick knack stuff by the register, purposively ignoring the growing total. His eye caught a something that he knew he had to get. It was a necklace that had a rose cold coffee cup. The smoke swirled up into a heart and as cheesy as it was he just had to buy it for you. He tossed in onto the pile of clothes, “This too...”

She eyes it carefully, “Are you sure you two aren't-”

“Hey I picked some stuff out. I tried to stay pretty practical. Just got a bundle pack of underwear one nice bra and two sports bras. The lady over there helped me pick them out. She kept trying to get my to buy some really uncomfortable looking pair, insisting you would like it but they looked itchy.” You almost choked when you saw the total. “Oh my gosh Bakugo! We need to put some of it back! That’s way too much!”

He shook his head and put a hand on your shoulder, “Nope. You need it. You cant keep wearing my clothes. As cute as it is, you need your own.”

You picked up the necklace that was now sitting on top. “Oh I love this... but I dont remember picking it out...”

“That’s because I did. I thought you’d like i-”

You had thrown your arms around his neck, “You are honestly the nicest person in the world. I’m so glad I found you... I dont know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t.”

He made eye contact with the clerk over you shoulder and she was giving him a shit eating grin as if to say roommate huh? “I’m happy you like it.”

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