wolfhard13

[wolfhard13]

Rin was not the type to slip up. Not on the field. Not during interviews. And definitely not when it came to words. Every sentence that came out of his mouth was precise, intentional, and delivered with that trademark cold calmness that made reporters tread lightly and teammates double-check his mood before speaking.

That’s why the moment he slipped, casually, unintentionally, and with absolutely no take-back felt like a cosmic event.

It started with something simple: laundry.

Well, your laundry. Rin had been lounging on your apartment floor, back propped against the couch as he scrolled through tactics videos on his phone, socks mismatched, hair still damp from his post-training shower. You were a few feet away, folding a pile of clothes on the bed, half-distracted by the way his messy fringe clung to his forehead and how he kept absently chewing on the cord of his earbuds.

“I swear,” you muttered, holding up one of his jerseys, “this smells like it died and came back as mold.”

He didn’t look up. “That’s the one I wore for three back-to-back practices. Left it in my locker.”

You made a face, dramatically holding it at arm’s length. “Gross. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mhm.”

Your words didn’t even faze him. His attention was locked on the video. You huffed and tossed the jersey into the hamper. “Honestly, you’re lucky I do your laundry at all.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“But you let me.”

“That’s because I like how you fold my stuff.”

“Like how?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Neatly. Symmetrical. It’s nice.”

You blinked. Rin Itoshi just said something was nice. High praise. But still��

“Would it kill you to say thank you?”

That’s when it happened.

Without even thinking, without looking up from his screen, Rin replied:

“Yeah, thanks, baby.”

The silence that followed was so immediate and heavy, it was like all the air in the room had been vacuumed out.

Rin froze.

Your hand paused mid-fold, clutching one of his t-shirts. Your eyes darted toward him slowly, unsure if you’d heard right.

He realized it at the same time you did. His shoulders went stiff. His eyes widened just slightly subtle, but noticeable if you knew how to read him, which you did. His jaw clenched, and his thumbs suddenly stopped scrolling.

“…What did you just say?” you asked, voice careful, but amused.

He still didn’t look up.

You crossed your arms, fighting the grin threatening to split across your face. “Rin.”

Nothing.

“Rin.”

“…Forget it.”

You dropped the shirt and walked over, kneeling beside him. “No no no, see, now I can’t.”

His brows furrowed, lips tight. “It was a slip.”

“A what?”

“I didn’t mean to say it.”

“But you did.”

He ran a hand down his face and leaned back against the couch, letting out a long, slow exhale. “Don’t make it a thing.”

You tilted your head. “You called me ‘baby.’”

“I know.”

“Like it just came out of you naturally.”

“It was a mistake.”

You raised a brow. “So you don’t think I’m your baby?

He groaned, tipping his head back against the cushion with a dull thud. “Stop talking.”

You couldn’t help it you burst out laughing. Full, heart-in-your-throat laughter that echoed around the room, while Rin sat there, eyes squeezed shut like he was praying to disappear.

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “Holy crap, Rin Itoshi blushed after calling me baby.”

He pulled away with a scowl, but the tips of his ears were so red you knew you’d struck gold.

You leaned in closer, hands resting on his knees. “I didn’t know you had that in your vocabulary.”

“I don’t.”

“You sure? Sounded real natural to me.”

His eyes flicked toward you, narrowed and accusing. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Absolutely.” You smiled, softer now. “I mean, I didn’t even know you wanted to call me that.”

He paused.

You watched him carefully, noticing the way his throat moved when he swallowed, the way his eyes briefly darted toward your lips before returning to your gaze.

“…I don’t not want to.”

Oh.

Okay, that answer was not what you expected. Not from Rin. You blinked. “Wait… so you do like the idea?”

“…Maybe.”

You leaned your head against his knee, smiling against the fabric of his sweatpants. “Then why not just do it on purpose next time?”

He didn’t reply.

You peeked up. “Too embarrassing?”

“I’ve never said that word to anyone before.”

“Not even an ex?”

“I didn’t have any serious ones. And even if I did, they weren’t… you.”

That silenced you for a second.

You sat up slowly, warmth blooming in your chest. Rin’s gaze was steady now still a little defensive, still a little annoyed at himself but sincere. The kind of raw honesty he only gave to you in moments like this, when his walls dropped for just long enough to let you see him.

You crawled into his lap, hands on his shoulders, and pressed your forehead against his.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes. “…Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m not already painfully aware.”

You giggled, lips brushing against his. “Say it again.”

“No.”

“Please?”

He groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

You kissed his cheek. “I’ll fold your nasty jerseys for a month.”

A pause.

“…Two months.”

You gasped. “Deal.”

He opened one eye, annoyed. “You’re ridiculous.”

You smiled wide. “But?”

He stared at you for a moment, weighing the embarrassment against the reward, before finally muttering, “Thanks, baby.”

You melted.

“Okay,” you whispered breathlessly, “that’s my new ringtone.”

He shoved you lightly off his lap with a glare, but the way he was biting back a smile gave him away.

Later that night, when you were half-asleep in bed and Rin was brushing your hair away from your forehead, you heard him whisper it again.

Soft. Almost too quiet.

“Goodnight, baby.”

You didn’t call him out on it this time. You just smiled against his chest and held him closer.

[wolfhard13]

SOMEWHERE AMONG

synopsis: somewhere among all the little moments, it becomes very apparent to various people in his life that katsuki bakugo is in love with you. (aka when they realize and know that he's so incredibly gone.)

notes: YAYYY more unofficialbf!katsuki !! 3.5k wc. childhood friends to lovers (?) but no real confession or establishment of relationship. so like childhood friends to unofficial lovers. N E WAYS the concept is like. childhood vs now: when people realize he loves you sorta. or at least that's what i wanted originally but at some point i was just writing like idek man. not well-proofread so there are probs lots of errors n mistakes w the flow im sorry. first longer piece in a min w my writing hiatus and all so im a bit rusty but i hope yall enjoy!!

mitsuki knows before anyone else does.

maybe that’s just how moms are. sharp-eyed and a little nosy, always paying more attention than they let on. but really, you’d have to be blind not to notice the way katsuki’s whole damn world orbits around you, even at the tender young age of four.

the first time he declares you’re his, you’ve got dandelions in your hands and dirt on your knees, and he’s stomping around the backyard like he just won a damn olympic gold medal, screaming, “she said yes!! she's mine now!! hell yeahhhh!”

she snorts into her coffee, watching from the kitchen window.

you follow him around like a tiny shadow. he grabs your hand so tight it makes her raise an eyebrow, your little hand crushed into a position that must be painful, but you don’t complain. you just smile, swing your arms with his, and look at him like he’s your whole world.

(it’s the same way he looks at you.)

she keeps the photos. of course she does.

photos of you passed out on the couch together, little heads squished side by side. photos of you tangled in blankets during movie nights. photos of you curled up under katsuki’s arm, his little hand resting on your knee like it belongs there.

because, she thinks, maybe it does.

by the time you both hit middle school, mitsuki’s fully accepted that you’re going to be her legal family someday. she calls you that often. "my future daughter-in-law," "my sweetheart," "my precious y/n-chan.” it's half because she means it and half just to piss katsuki off.

it works every time. he turns bright red. stomps around the kitchen shouting, “shut up, old hag!!” while you giggle behind your hand. she only laughs and hands you more food.

she always makes extra when she knows you’re coming over. which is... pretty much every day.

he complains. boy, he complains. “why do you treat her better than me? i’m your kid!”

she shrugs. “yeah, and she's my favorite.”

the way he scowls is almost too easy.

but the truth is that she’s proud of him. of the way he’s gentle with you, even when he’s sharp with everyone else. the way he carries your bag without thinking, pulls you close when he thinks no one’s watching, the way his hands shake when you get hurt and he pretends they don’t. the way he's learned to love.

she sees the softness he hides so visibly. she is his mom, after all.

-

it's break, so you two are back home and not in the dorms. of course, she still isn't seeing very much of him, seeing as he spends every waking moment of his time with you. she hears him before she sees him come home, stomping up the stairs like a damn elephant. his voice is low, not yelling for once.

“quit squirmin', you’re gonna fall.”

"'s cause you didn't give me any warning before you picked me up! what am i, a sack of rice?”

“yeah, ‘cause you’re too damn stubborn to admit you’re tired.”

"as if you do?!"

"tch."

she peeks out of and sees you in his arms, head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut while he carries you to his room like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

he doesn’t even notice her watching.

not until he comes back down a few hours later, shirt rumpled, hair a mess, looking like he just got hit by the best nap of his life and a truck named feelings. (puke)

she leans against the counter. raises an eyebrow. “so, when’s the wedding?”

he groans like she stabbed him. “can you just not for once?”

“nope,” she says sweetly, tossing him a towel. “you still sleep next to her every night like it’s not a big deal?”

“shut up.”

“still let her in your bed but kick that nice redheaded boy out for even looking at it?”

“shut up.”

she smirks. “you gonna tell her how you feel or am i gonna have to do it for you?”

he looks her dead in the eye.

“…you wouldn’t.”

she grins dangerously. katsuki forgets too often that his genes and personality are mainly from her.

“try me.”

he runs back upstairs.

she laughs to herself, puts the kettle on, and pulls out the old photo album. the one full of pictures he pretends not to care about.

she flips to a page labeled “age 4: katsuki + y/n” and looks at the photo of you both asleep in a beanbag chair, his arms around you like he was born to protect you.

“stupid boy’s so damn deep in love,” she mutters.

but she’s not worried. you’ll figure it out eventually.

you always do.

izuku knows before katsuki does.

maybe that’s just how he is, though. observant, over-analytical, always watching "like a damn stalker," as katsuki says. it’s not that katsuki ever told him anything, of course. because he wouldn’t. never in a million years.

but izuku doesn’t need words to see it. he sees it in the little things.

like the way he practically shields you in crowded hallways, hand on your back, just enough to block anyone who might bump into you. like the way he mutters “dumbass” every time you trip, even as he reaches out to catch you without thinking. like the way his hands clench at his sides when you’re the slightest bit hurt. like the way he relaxes when you laugh. like your happiness adds years to his life. like loving you has become a reflex engrained in his body.

izuku remembers the way you used to cling to katsuki's side when you were kids. a ray of sunshine with scraped knees and bright eyes, all trust and affection, following the fiery katsuki around like he was gravity. and he remembers the way he used to puff up like it was his job to keep you safe from everything. even the super scary stuff, like wasps and thunderstorms.

izuku's almost always known that 'kacchan's in love with y/n.' he recalls back fondly to a distinct memory in his childhood. they’re five, maybe six, sitting in the grass by the park, dirtied by playing outside.

-

izuku’s digging in the sandbox, humming to himself, in his own world as per usual, building a castle with just plastic buckets and imagination. he glances over when he hears your laugh. the really bubbly one, the one that sounds like the windchimes his mom puts up when it starts getting warm. he's noticed that that laugh usually comes out a lot more with kacchan.

you’ve got a bandaid on your knee and a flower crown crooked on your head, made from dandelions and clovers, and katsuki is sitting in front of you, scowling at a tiny daisy you’re trying to tuck behind his ear.

“hold still,” you giggle, reaching again.

“why’re you puttin' weeds on me?” katsuki grumbles as if he hates life, but he’s not pulling away one bit. he’s red in the face, squinting at the sun, fists clenched like he can’t decide if he wants to knock the crown off your head or punch something to release his emotion overflow.

he doesn’t do either.

he just lets you keep going.

izuku watches as you lean in close, tongue poking out a little in concentration, and katsuki completely freezes, face red and breath held.

he’s not yelling. not barking. not blowing anything up. he’s just… staring at you. soft-eyed. stunned.

like someone pressed pause on his whole little brain.

and izuku, tiny and curious and wide-eyed, tilts his head.

he doesn’t really know much, or anything, about love. but he knows for sure that kacchan never lets anyone that close.

and he knows kacchan only lets you steal his snacks.

..and his hoodies.

..and his toys.

..and.. him.

and izuku, with sand on his cheeks and a shovel in his hand, watches katsuki blush so hard he falls backwards into the grass, yelling “shut up!!” when you giggle and call him pretty.

and izuku just smiles to himself.

"oh," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."

-

now and then, a decade or so later, izuku can still see how hopelessly in love katsuki is with you. you’re sitting on the common room couch. it’s a late night, everyone else mostly gone, the tv playing quietly in the background. you’re curled into katsuki’s side like it’s second nature, his arm slung around your shoulder like a reflex, your fingers tangled with his like neither of you realize you’re doing it.

katsuki’s eyes are closed, head tipped back against the cushions.

but izuku watches as you shift, just slightly, and katsuki’s fingers twitch like they miss your touch before your hand finds his again.

like muscle memory.

like home.

and katsuki has no idea how obvious it is.

he still acts like he’s subtle. acts like he’s got it all under wraps. snaps and scowls like always, but izuku sees how he softens around the edges when you’re near. he sees how katsuki tracks the sound of your voice from across the room. he sees how katsuki smiles at you when you’re not looking.

not smirks. not scoffs.

smiles.

the real kind. the warm kind. the kind izuku didn’t know katsuki even had until you brought it out of him.

and now, even a decade later, izuku watches the two of you interact with fond eyes.

"yep," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."

masaru knows before katsuki knows too, but there's no surprise there.

what is a bit of a surprise is just how much he knows.

masaru's always been the odd one out in his family. his wife and son are two peas in a pod, after all. explosive, angry, but caring underneath everything. on the other hand, he's quiet, gentle, and very carefully observant. he watches you two interact over the years with more insight than he lets on. he and katsuki don't talk much, but he is his son, and he is the carbon copy of the woman he loves and knows best. katsuki's never talked about his feelings or anything with his dad before, but masaru knows.

he knows when he sees the way you diffuse katsuki's explosiveness, turning him from a bomb seconds away from detonating into a grumbly, blushing mess.

he knows when he sees that his fridge and cabinets are stocked with foods that no one in the bakugo family buys or likes, and he realizes that they're your favorites. and that katsuki must've bought them.

he knows when he sort of sees himself and mitsuki in you and katsuki, and everyone knows how well they've worked out.

-

"jeez, katsuki really should just hurry up and confess to y/n already! i don't know what he's waiting for!" mitsuki huffs one evening when they're chilling on their bed together.

masaru breaks his attention from his book to give her the acknowledgement to keep talking.

"like, seriously! i mean, they've been in love since before katsuki even formed his quirk. the boy shared his sandwiches with her before he could even pronounce the word right!"

"you're right."

"aren't i?! and y/n is such a sweet girl. if katsuki doesn't get his act together soon, someone else will take away my sweet y/n-chan! and you know what? i wouldn't even be mad with them. it'd be katsuki's fault for letting her slip through his fingers."

"mhm,"

"and do you see how good she is with him? she always balances him out and brings out his nicest qualities. qualities that i forget he has until she comes around. she's honestly probably too good for him, but im too attached to her to let go. plus, she somehow loves our boy to bits, too. theyre like yin and yang. sun and moon."

masaru smiles softly. "they kind of remind you of us, don't they?"

mitsuki looks a little surprised at the new insight before smiling softly as well. "you're right."

she slides closer. "and you and i are a pretty damn great couple."

"we sure are."

masaru sleeps that night holding the woman he loves, and he suspects his son is doing the same.

1a knows within just a week or two of watching the two of you interact.

kirishima notices first, having spent the most time with katsuki. it was an evening study session with the three of you. kirishima finds it kind of odd seeing how it took tons of effort for katsuki to let him in but you just showed up and katsuki opened the door for you.

he shakes it off, knowing katsuki can be kind of weird sometimes.

the sheer difference in treatment was ground-shaking. kirishima thought that out of everyone, he was the closest to katsuki. he was the nicest to him.

boy, was he wrong.

while katsuki would beat kirishima up for getting a problem wrong and threaten to blow him up, he would gently teach you in the softest of tones, giving you a "reluctant" (he wanted it so bad) hug when you got frustrated with yourself.

kirishima just sat there, blinking, pen halfway to paper. like, sure, he knew that his explosive friend had a heart. somewhere. deep down. probably in the fiery depths of hell. but this?

this was a fully tamed beast. a completely different person.

“you’re doin' fine,” katsuki muttered lowly, tugging your worksheet towards himself and redrawing the problem. “look. see? you almost had it.”

you stared at the page, chewing your lip, frustration written all over your face. katsuki barely hesitated before reaching out and flicking your forehead gently.

“oi. don’t get all weird about it. you've got it.”

“you’re weird,” you mumbled back.

“yeah, and you’re dumb. now shut up and do it again.”

but he sat a little closer.

and he pointed out each part of the equation with his arm against yours, like he couldn’t help it. like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

by the time you finished the question right, katsuki grunted and muttered with a slight smile, “told you. that's my girl.”

you beamed up at him, bright and sunny like he hung the goddamn stars.

he immediately turned away like you’d set him on fire.

holy shit, kirishima thought to himself. he's in love. he's totally in love with her.

-

it wasn't long before the entire class caught on.

you’d show up late to class and katsuki was already moving stuff out of the seat he'd saved for you.

you’d get paired with someone else in group activities and katsuki would mutter the whole time, arms crossed, blowing tiny explosions in his palm like he was restraining himself from starting a war.

you’d laugh at something dumb that kaminari said and katsuki would visibly pout for the next twenty minutes.

every time he held the door open for you, took your plate at dinner, passed you notes during lectures, stared at you during hero strategy lessons like you were an addictive substance he didn't know how to breathe without. everybody knew.

i mean, how could you not? everything about him literally visibly softened when you were in the room. you'd be a fool not to notice how he only ever raised his voice to protect you, never to push you away. how he sat with his arm around the back of your seat every time you watched a movie together. how he never, ever flinched away from your touch, even though he did with everyone else.

iida and ochaco and all of them had sort of learned to steer clear of the two of you when you were alone, courtesy of katsuki's guard dog glare. todoroki and yaoyorozu would conveniently need to share a book and weren't able to sit next to you on the couch when he was walking up, much to katsuki's grunt of approval as he slid in next to you.

of course, some were not as wise, such as the bakusquad, who would poke fun of him every now and then. call him a loverboy and tease him about being soft, shoving pictures they'd taken of a sleeping you cuddled up on him in his face.

but at the end of the day, they know it's not just some silly crush that they can lord over his head. it's love. actual, genuine love that sometimes feels too pure to make fun of. something so precious and real that they feel like they should lay off and give you two some space.

whenever they see you two acting all soft and like an old married couple, their expressions are less mischievous, as if they're thinking about doing something really dumb and embarrassing, but more fond and soft, looking at something so sweet and genuine that they can't help but smile.

you were probably the last to catch on.

it's just that katsuki is so katsuki. he's your best friend. has been for as long as you can remember. of course you love him, but you've been loving him for so long it feels as natural as breathing. it's not some huge revelation or big deal. it barely registers as abnormal because it doesn't feel like one of those exhilarating whirlwind romances you see on tv. it just feels normal. because to you, it is.

you've always fallen asleep on katsuki. always hung out with him one-on-one. always shared snacks. always slept over. always jumped for him knowing he'd catch you.

it’s just… him. it’s always been him.

it doesn’t hit you all at once. it’s quieter than that.

it’s in the little things. like how you don’t even knock before going into katsuki’s room anymore. it’s your second home. your charger is plugged in on your side of the bed and you've got a spare set of your uniform in your own drawer.

it’s how you always end up pressed against him on the couch. you never sit down with that intention, but it always happens. at some point, you'll crawl over or he'll pull you into his lap. it just feels right.

it’s how he notices things. you texted him some dumb video at 3am, so he wordlessly shoved your favorite energy drink into your hand the next morning because he knew you'd be sleepy. your shoelace comes undone and somehow he’s crouching down to tie it before you even register he noticed. you mention craving something salty and there's a nameless bag of your favorite chips on your desk by the next period.

and the weird thing is that he doesn’t do that with other people. you’ve watched. he’s snappy and blunt and downright rude to anyone else who tries to get too close. but with you? he's your "soft sweet little katsuki." (said with his face in your hands as you laugh and tease him. his cheeks are red and he won't meet your eyes but he doesn't dare move.)

the realization doesn’t slam into you. you don't feel the love pulsing through you as he kisses you passionately in the rain. you don't gasp and cry when he surprises you with a giant flower arc and a michelin star dinner.

it leaks in through cracks in moments. when you’re laughing so hard at something snarky and witty he said that your stomach hurts and he’s looking at you like you’ve just hung the moon. when he shoves your head gently away, grumbling “dumbass” because you called him a teasingly affectionate nickname, but you can feel how he leans right back a second later, hand coming around to rest at your waist. when he catches you dozing off during study sessions and just keeps reading aloud, voice lower, steadier, like he wants to coax you to sleep.

you don’t think, oh my god, i love him. not right away.

it’s more like: oh, i’ll text him first. oh, i’ll stay a little longer. oh, i’ll bring his favorite snacks with me when i go over. oh, i don’t ever want to leave.

and then, somewhere in between his hand brushing yours absentmindedly and you feeling safer with him than you’ve felt anywhere else in your entire life, you realize you’re already gone. you’re already his.

there isn’t a single “moment.” it’s all the moments, stacked and layered and wrapped around you until you’re here. on his bed, in his hoodie, atop his chest, watching him grumble and rant about how stupid kaminari was in training today, and all you can think of is,

god, i’m in love with him.

and based on the way his hand is curling tighter around your waist, sneaking under your hoodie to rub circles on your bare skin, you think he's in love with you too.

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[wolfhard13]

Sweet and Sour (Tyler Galpin x Reader )

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB reader

Warnings: Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Thigh riding, choking, hair pulling and slapping. Unprotected vaginal sex. No daddy kink here because I’m unable to write it. I tried. I hope you like it anyways. Yeti reader. Post Hyde Tyler.

A/N: Poor Tyler, was he a catholic? He definitely gave me the Christian guilt. Yes. I hate Inglourious Basterds with all my heart, but I will respect the awful spelling the guy chose.

Requested: Yes. I dedicate this fic to the person who requested it, but also to the anon who called me a monster fucker. I can get much worse, babe. Don’t tempt me.

The first time you walked into the Weathervane, Tyler was struck. The heat of the day made it so the café was having a slow day, even slower than usual since the whole town found out he was the Hyde. That had almost gotten him fired, but the mayor had forced his employer to keep him, citing that as a newly revealed outcast, it could be grounds for a discrimination scandal. Tyler didn’t care. The pay was good enough to compensate the lack of tips, and since it was the only café around here, it got plenty of outcast traffic. The owner was happy. His father was happy. The mayor was happy. He was…well, at least not in jail.

You came in wearing a soft, pastel colored dress, with a white sweater hanging from where you had it tied to your purse’s strap.

“Hi.” You say to him, all bright eyes and a smile. Immediately he knows you can’t be a local because if you knew, you wouldn’t be being so nice. “Do you guys serve ice tea?”

“Yes. We have plain, lemon infused and peach infused. Which one would you like?” Tyler takes out a plastic cup, already scribbling on it.

“Lemon.” You started taking out your card to pay, and Tyler used the brief respite to look you up and down once more. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, with your white heart shaped sunglasses perched on your hair, adorable sundress and glossy pink lip gloss. Total opposite of one Wednesday Addams. And maybe he was fucked up, he had no clear type or worse, he was looking into opposites of her. But you were pretty and smiling at him like he was a human being. Tyler was a sucker for manners.

“Okay, give me your name.” He asked, eyeing your purse. It was white, with a soft coral lining on the inside. Tyler could see your phone peeking out of it, wrapped in a light pink phone case. It made him smile.

“Y/N” Tyler scribbled it down, and you gave him a bright smile.

“You are new to town?”

“Yeah, my parents and I were checking out the place. They are going to enroll me at Nevermore, so they are meeting the principal. You look my age…” You cocked your head to the side, looking at him from beneath your eyelashes. “You go there?”

“I will be going there next semester, yeah.” Tyler grimaced. He should probably warn you, now, before someone else does. It would not take too long when they saw you, all pretty and innocent and consorting with the likes of him. “Look, if you want to make friends there… Avoid me. Please.”

“Not a Nevermore fan?” You asked, sitting at the counter and watching him pour your drink.

“More like Nevermore is not a fan of me.” He passes you the cup, and you take out a book of your purse and walk silently to a table. If he wanted his space, who were you to deny him? However, his warning intrigues you, and you keep stealing glances at him when you think he isn’t looking. You like the way his face dimples when he smiles and his eyes seem so genuine, you can’t help but find him attractive.

Tyler notices you looking at him, thinking you are being so sly. This attention is nice, and you are adorable, so he decides to enjoy it while it lasts. You don’t see each other again, not until the semester starts, and he is dropped off by his father in a school full of people who hate his guts. Which, honestly? Not that impressive for a school of outcasts. It seems you lose it once and go on a murdering spree, and suddenly, everyone is terrified. Come on! Their teacher was the one that triggered him in the first place!

By then, you had already heard all about how he killed a bunch of normies and almost maimed to death another kid, plus the charges of attempted murder against half the school. How he got away with everything, claiming it was all Thornhill, and drugs, and a bunch of legalese the public defender spun to get him out of jail, where he belongs. Yet, for some reason, you decide to sit next to him in your first class, looking prim and proper in your new uniform. Tyler doesn’t say anything. He warned you once, he is not about to do it again. He is a selfish creature, he will enjoy it while it lasts. The company is very pleasant, in comparison to his fabulous new roommate, who almost pissed his pants when he saw him.

“So.” You say, eyes crinkling. “What do you like to do for fun, apart from murdering people?” You ask, and he can’t help but snort. Tyler hasn’t laughed, truly laughed, since what? Six months ago? He isn’t really sure, but your attitude is refreshing. Nobody has dared to joke about it, and maybe it is because you weren’t here back then, but it’s nice not to be looked at like he is a monster. Even if some days he is not sure that he regrets it.

“I read, although not as much as you do.” Tyler answers, possibly betraying too much of his feelings by admitting he has been watching you. “I like to jog. And before, I used to play football…” His voice drops a little then, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“Wanna see something cool?” You ask him, and blow him a kiss. He is confused at first, but his eyes open wide when your breath turns into ice crystals, freezing in the air. “You weren’t the only presumed extinct, you know. Don’t feel so special.”

Knowing what you are makes everything about you have sense for Tyler. You are something special, something precious. A miracle kid, who with no doubt was sheltered and treasured. You are innocent and naive, and the idea of being the one to corrupt that innocence, claim the beautiful prize for himself, attracts the Hyde. Monsters like shiny things too. The urge to own, the urge to make his, is almost unbearable. And the more human side of him wonders what it would be like to get to hold your hand and maybe kiss you, showing you the same tenderness you had shown him.

He panics. Really. The idea of corrupting your innocence both excites him and fills him with dread. And so, Tyler buries his feelings deep and pretends everything is fine. He’ll just… be your friend. There is no harm in that, after all.

Turns out he was mistaken. So mistaken it is funny, actually. You start spending so much time together, everyone refers to you two like Y/N-and-Tyler, in the same breath. His reputation improves because how bad can Tyler really be if he hangs with you all the time, poster child for the discriminated outcasts? Besides, you are so sweet, so nice, but you wouldn’t stand for anything morally wrong. Your free periods are spent on the quad, legs lazily tangling together as you go over some homework or some book you are reading, explained with animated gestures. The weekends are spent at the Weathervane, sitting in a booth and doing the same thing, when you can’t get away with sneaking into each other’s room.

Tyler likes you. Like, as in, more than friends. There is something about you that reminds him of his life before, when he was one of Jericho’s golden boys, but without all the violence from back then. With you, he gets to be charming, cheesy, pulling blushes out of you left and right with clever words and soft touches. But as much as he tries to pretend the violence isn’t there, the Hyde still lurks beneath his act. He can’t help but wonder how dark the blush would be if he just grabbed you and kissed you, dragging his teeth along your neck, biting at your nape. How it would feel to have your hands on his cock, how flustered you would get if he taught you exactly how to please him. These ideas, they make him feel guilty every time you smile at him, yet Tyler can’t help but think about it. No amount of cold showers help.

The advantages of putting the fear of god on his roommate is that more often than not, he gets the room to himself. That means, you two can hang out there without being disturbed. Tyler is great at being a host, setting up everything perfectly. He tries not to think about how all this planning and organizing is something he used to do for the girls he dated, not for his friends. All the mental torture it’s worth it, when he sees how you kick off your shoes and climb on his bed, nestling yourself there and looking at the fairy lights that slightly illuminate the room.

“This is cozy.” You say, covering yourself with one of the throw blankets he has strategically placed there. “What are we watching? It was your pick this week.”

“The Ring.” Tyler smiles a little when you shudder.

“You know I don’t like horror!” You complain, lips dropping into a pretty pout. It’s convincing, but Tyler likes horror not because he is into the movies, it’s more because he likes the way you cling to him. Sue him. If that’s all he can get, he will have it. Tyler has never been into the business of lying to himself.

“And you know I don’t like Tarantino, and yet you forced me last week to watch Inglourious Basterds.”

“Oh come on, did you see Mélanie Laurent act? She is gorgeous and a badass. You can’t tell me you didn’t end up with a crush on her.”

“She has other movies.” Tyler states, getting into bed next to you after pressing play on his laptop.

“Yeah, nice try. Name one, that’s not Now You See Me.”

“Oxygène.” He answers with a winning smile. Tyler had done his homework. He liked the way your smile brightened when you realized he actually listened to you, and cared about your interests. “Critically acclaimed, or so I have been told.”

“Fancy, even in the original French!” You pulled him closer, and he went without protesting. You tugged at his arm until he wrapped it around you, and sighed happily when you were finally able to use him as a pillow.

As the movie went by, Tyler started carding his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your head when you flinched at some scenes. Forty-five minutes in or so, you decided you weren’t able to take it anymore, and so, turned down to lay on your stomach, pressing your face against his chest.

“Hey, it’s not so bad.” He grabbed a little of your hair, gently making you tilt your head upwards and trying not to think how it would feel to really tug at your hair and force you to expose your throat.

Your breath caught.

“Don’t freak out.” You said, closing your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction. “But I might want to kiss you.”

“Oh.” Tyler let go of your hair like it burned him. The idea of kissing you was a delicious one, but it scared him too. He didn’t want to ruin your innocence. As for you, you knew Tyler wanted to kiss you too, you could tell by the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips. That had been the reason you had spoken out. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why?” You open your eyes then, staring at him like a petulant child. You would respect his decision if he said he wasn’t into you, but you don’t believe that’s the reason behind it.

“Because you have your whole life in front of you. I would drag you down.” Tyler states, clenching his jaw. It pains him to say it, he wants you so badly, but he wants you to have a shot at happiness too.

“Are you like forty or something? Last time I checked, you had your whole life too.” You roll your eyes a little.

“I would taint you. You are pure, and good and I… I am a monster. I don’t think you get it.” Tyler says, eyes glinting oddly. The idea of innocence… Is he into it? Oh, that was interesting. You make a mental note to test it out after, choosing to let out a snort.

“I’m not as pure as you would think. I’m not innocent, either.” You state, looking him right in the eyes.

“You don’t get it. I have killed people, Y/N.” Tyler strokes your hair once more, trying to soothe the sting of rejection. This conversation is getting to him. Tyler’s eyes are downcast, much the same way they are every time he asks if you are sure you want to keep being friends, if you aren’t disgusted. “Dead. In gorish, gruesome ways.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sigh because this is too a recurring argument.

“Do you?” Tyler’s voice trembles.

“Ty, I know you.”

“You like this sanitized version of me, this boy who brings you flowers and makes you laugh, all gentle hands, but that’s not…” His tone gets angrier, this time. You aren’t too sure what you should say to soothe his fears. Sure, he went a little crazy back then, even arguing he liked murdering people. You know he is scared that might be the truth about him, but for someone who believes himself to be such a dangerous, uncontrolled murdered, there has been a pointed absence of murders.

“Not you?” You decide not to voice your thoughts, too afraid it would end up turning this conversation into a full-blown fight. Tyler frowns.

“It is not me. You might like this version, but as much as I am this, the Hyde is who I am too. And, the things it wants to do to you…” He hides his face between his hands, and your hands go immediately to pull at it.

“Kill me? Permanently maim me?” You ask, pulling at his wrists and looking earnestly into his eyes. You aren’t scared. Even that might be fixable, given enough time.

“No. Own you. “ That is muttered under his breath, as if he is afraid he is going to scare you away. Instead, you smile.

“Oh, Tyler, you should be more worried about the things I want you to do to me.” And with that, you lifted yourself just enough so you could kiss him. Tyler was a good kisser, unsurprisingly. He kissed hungrily, needy, with many more teeth and tongue than any other first kiss you had ever had. It was almost as if he wanted to devour you. It should scare you, you knew it, but it only made him more attractive. Tyler encouraged you to lay on top of him, sliding a knee between yours, so you didn’t have to support your weight and strain to kiss him.

“We need to talk about this.” He said, pulling away. You chased his mouth, pressing another kiss there. Tyler pulled away again, with a fond smile dancing on his lips. “Hey.”

“Mmmmm.” You answered, more focused on the way his mouth moved, flashing pearly whites, instead of the words he was saying. You kissed the corner of his smile, feeling him tense.

“We need, like, safe words and stuff.” Tyler tried to interject, and you kissed him again, this time on the lips. When you pulled apart again, he seemed dazed. “Safe words.” He repeated, less sure of himself.

"Mmmmm. Mine's whale. Now, you either choke me or slap me, but you have to do something.” And maybe you were being too cheeky, but you needed him to fuck you like yesterday. In a surprising move from someone who seemed to be so hesitant to join the program, Tyler flipped you on the bed, ending up with you laying beneath him, thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“The things I want to do to you…” Tyler pulled at your hair, forcing you to expose your neck. The roots of your hair tingle, white-hot pain at your scalp. You don’t complain, curious about his next move. He goes straight for the kill, dragging pointy canines down your pulse point. The idea of those teeth, better suited to puncture skin, rip it apart, sliding down your vulnerable throat gets you horrifyingly wet.

“Do them, then. Or are you all talk?” You smirk, slowly, dangerously. You want to rile him up. Tyler is sweet, but you bet if he lets go, it would be the best sex of your life.

“You are such a brat.” His hand goes to your neck, pressing on your windpipe just enough to take your breath, but not enough you are in any actual danger. You don’t fight him. Tyler finds it cute, the way your pulse flutters under his fingers like a scared bunny, eyes open like you have just seen a miracle. “Why do you like danger so much?”

You just look at him. You aren’t sure what to tell him.

“Answer me, bunny. Or we stop.” Tyler’s hand leaves your throat and goes to grab your jaw harshly. Your lips end puckering up, at the way he is holding you, pressing your cheeks together. He is genuinely curious about it. You seem normal. You have never gone on a murder spree like him, you don’t have a monster sharing your body. But whatever the reason is, you aren’t divulging it now.

“I don’t know.” You say, grabbing at his wrist and placing his hand again on your throat. Tyler decides to drop the theme. He is much more interested in the way your whole body trembles at the feel of his hand on your throat.

“Come on, bunny. Rub yourself on my thigh.” He orders. You stare. Then, testing the waters, always testing, he slaps your cheek lightly. It’s what you asked for, but you didn’t think he would actually go through it. You give a delighted smile, and Tyler can’t help but smile back. You must look like fools. Two lovesick, crazy, fools. “Come on, do as I say.” And because you are practically dripping already, with one of his hands holding your throat, you do as he says, slowly rolling your hips against him. “Good girl.”

Tyler’s grip gets stronger, making your pulse jump. You make a pitiful sound, and that prompts him to push your hair away from your face.

“Come on, Tyler, clothes off.” You plead. You were aroused already, and the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing against yours is making you closer to orgasm than you would like. Tyler eyes you curiously, but he pulls back and struggles to take off your pants and panties in one go. You help him, lifting your hips. The cold air hits your pussy, and you feel a little ashamed at how wet you are from some kisses and rubbing. You look at Tyler, who has already gone back to his previous position. Does he want you to…?

Apparently, your thought process is too slow because he slaps you again. This time, it stings and you whimper.

“Come on. You got what you wanted. Do as I said.” Tyler calmly says. “Don’t tell me you are so dumb from riding my thigh fully clothed.”

You desperately want to please him, but the idea of rubbing your naked pussy against denims makes you hesitate. When you finally do as he wants, you can help but mewl, overwhelmed with the feeling. The material is rough against your clit, scratching at it in a way that’s almost painful. It’s like an itch you are desperate to scratch. Yet, you try to be careful, mindful that you are so wet you are practically dripping over Tyler’s leg.

“You know I can smell other people's emotions, right?” He asks, hand leaving your throat, just so he can come closer. Tyler makes a show of sniffing at your neck, mouth pursing in distaste. You surely shouldn't find it as hot as you do. “Doubt doesn’t smell as nicely as arousal, bunny.”

“But… your pants…”

“Make a mess, darling. Come on.” At that, you let out a tiny moan, and decide to do as Tyler says, pressing your pussy fully against his thigh. “Look at you, all pretty, getting my pants all dirty.”

Tyler doesn’t say it, but this is like a wet dream come to life for him. You are the perfect mix of innocence and sensuality, daring but shy, bold but still wanting him to show you the ropes. Maybe that’s why he gives in so easily, pulling himself out of his pants and rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Do you want me to fuck you, bunny?” He wants to hear you say it, but he also wants your explicit consent. It’s such a Tyler gesture, it almost makes you laugh.

“Fuck me, Tyler. Please.” You look at him shyly, playing it up. You can tell he likes it because he slowly presses inside, and you give a slight moan at the stretch. The roll of your hips is calculatedly unsure. Tyler doesn’t move, looking at you with a tiny smirk. “Ty, please. Ah…. I… Tyler.” You beg, and this time it’s not for show.

Tyler doesn’t pull out, choosing instead to grind his hips against yours, until you give a punched out moan and your body tenses at one particular roll. He has been cataloging your reactions, you realize. Tyler pulls out, just to thrust back in and hit that same spot time and time again, with scary accuracy.

He enjoys the way you gasp and arch under him, pressing deeper, harder. When you start to grab desperately at his shoulders, clawing at them, legs tensing around his waist, he brings down his hand on your throat, once again. He squeezes, hard enough to startle you and bring tears to your eyes. “Come on, bunny.” He encourages you. “Make a mess.” And so, you do. The face you make when you come has to be one of his favorite sights in the whole world. It’s enough to make him come too, thrusting into you and making you sob harder from over stimulation. You push at him weakly, and he takes another look at your face.

Mascara is running down your cheeks, lip gloss messy around your mouth. You don’t look innocent anymore, you look debauched. The Hyde grumbles happily, and Tyler knows. He is never, ever letting you go.

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Frustration Leads To Confessions. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: maybe all you needed was a little help to make xavier realize his feelings for you or when both of you are jealous and it leads to more

Warnings: jealous reader and xavier, fluff, two frustrated people who are absolute idiots for each other. UNEDITED

a/n: i present to you guys a full fic for our boy, xavier:) apparently, i like the word idiot a lot...

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Your best friend, Xavier had a weird newfound interest in the new girl, Wednesday Addams. It seemed like that was all he could talk about. Wednesday this, Wednesday that, a matter of fact you were really getting over it. Even during class or during lunch all he would do is look out for her, even if that meant ignoring you in the process.

You slipped away to your room for lunch after class not even bothering to walk with him to the quad. Whether you would admit it out loud or not you liked your best friend maybe a little more than you should. Though you couldn’t help it, now with his long hair that suited his face perfectly or the smirk he would put on when he was teasing. Maybe you were being hopeful when you thought he might out liked you back.

It sucks that the dance was so close too. You wanted him to ask you, but with Wednesday in the picture, you doubt he would. Which leaves you without a date for the dance. You had even talked to Ms. Thornhill about going off the theme a bit to go for more of a periwinkle dress instead of white which she was all in for.

Once you made it to your next class which was unfortunely botany class with Xavier, you made it a point to sit in a different seat than your usual spot next to him. The only other spot open was next to a boy that you remembered whose a werewolf named is Dylan. You made your way over to the spot next to him and set your stuff down while avoiding Xavier’s piercing stare at you.

The lesson was boring and basically filled with Bianca and Wednesday competing with each other. You had ten more minutes of the class before the bell would ring. Ms. Thornhill said since it was so close to the dance, she wouldn’t torture you guys with any more homework.

“Hey,” you heard from beside you. “Y/n, right?”

“Yeah, and yours is Dylan if my memory is correct,” you replied with a small laugh which caught Xavier’s attention.

“Something going on with you and your boyfriend? Who’s giving me quite the death stare this entire period?” he questioned as he noticed the other’s glare at him. “Who knows maybe I’ll be six feet under by the time this class ends,” he joked.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you muttered feeling your cheeks flush with heat at the thought.

“Does he know that?”

“Yes, and I don’t think he would care, all he’s been talking about is Addams over there beside him,” you claimed.

“So he wouldn’t mind if I did this?” he stuck out his arm to your seat pulling you closer to him. You yelped as you didn’t expect him to be able to pull you and the chair with just one arm. “Wait, nope, I definitely think he does mind actually.”

You could tell that your cheeks were bright red right now without having to look in a mirror. Not only were you blushing at the fact Dylan thought Xavier was your boyfriend, but also about how close you were to Dylan right now. You were staring at your hands but looked up, and saw Xavier who was gripping his pencil so tightly that his knuckles were white and with a clenched jaw.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked him as you turned your gaze from Xavier to him.

“Trying to be a good matchmaker.”

“There’s nothing to match,” you scoffed.

“Y/n, you got yourself all wrong there. That boy is so jealous right now, it’s hilarious,” he corrected you.

“Dylan, there’s-” the bell ringing cut you off.

“I’m going to whisper into your ear and all you have to do is giggle okay,” all you did was nod confused as Dylan helped you stand up from your chair and leaned in close to your face but moved in the last second to whisper in your ear. “I hope you get dicked down after this by him,”

You started to choke on the air uncontrollably at the disbelief of his words as you felt heat rush into your cheeks again.

“Dylan! You did not just say that!” you gasped.

“I did, and he coming over this way right now,” Dylan started to rush to get his stuff. “I’m going to go before he punches me, good luck!” he wished you as he rushed out the door.

“What was that?” Xavier questioned harshly as he came closer to you.

“What-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he started pulling you into the hall and dragged you all the way into his dorm room. “Xavier, slow down.”

“So you have a new boyfriend and you don’t even tell me about it,” he snapped at you as he shut his door behind him.

“What are you even talking about?” you asked him placing your stuff down on his chair by his desk. That’s when you noticed his sketchbook was open, and it was a drawing of you. Though you didn’t feel like this was quite the right time to mention it, as you turned your attention back to the seething boy.

“You ignore me before lunch and then show up our next class to not even sit in your seat and sat next to wolf boy out of nowhere,” Xavier deadpanned. “That entire class period was filled with him being all over you.” It was now your turn to get angry at the boy as you were shocked at his hypocrisy.

“You’re joking right now, right?” you asked in pure disbelief.

“No, I am not. He was literally all over you and you just stayed there giggling at everything he said,” he scoffed.

“You know what, Xavier, I don’t even know why you care when all you’ve been talking about is Wednesday Addams,” you snapped back at him. “It always about her with you lately, sorry for not wanting to listen to you for one class period.”

“Y/n, don’t be like that,” he softened.

“No. You can’t dragged me to your room and antagonized me about something you don’t even know the full story too.”

“Why would I need a full story when I watched with my own eyes?” he pointed out.

“Dylan wasn’t doing anything!” you exclaimed.

“Really, so he wasn't flirting with you the entire time?” he commented.

“No!”

“Y/n, you really are more oblivious than I realized.”

“Xavier, you’re being ridiculous right now,” you stated. “All he was doing was literally pointing out the fact that you were so obviously jealous.”

“How could I not be?” he remarked. “All I could hear was you laughing with him, and don’t even get me started on how close you two were.”

“That was the point, Xavier,” you said exasperated as you head over to his bed and laid down on it feeling so over this argument with him.

“What?” he questioned confused.

“Dylan, thought we were dating and when I told him we aren’t, he was basically like then watch this,” you said muffled into his pillow.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Me? You’re the idiot,” you countered.

“Be my idiot,” he blurted which caused you to lift your head from his pillow as you sat up on his bed.

“I’ve been yours this entire time, you idiot,” you laughed as he came closer to sit on the bed. “Maybe if you actually paid some attention to me you would’ve noticed sooner,” you admitted bitterly as you thought about him talking about Wednesday this past week.

“Wait what?”

“Xavier, you vex me to no end,” you told him as you leaned closer to his face. “Maybe that’s why I fell so hard for you.”

“You make me go mad,” Xavier closed the space between you two as he placed a hand on your cheek pulling you to meet his lips.

It was as if you could feel the pent up emotion Xavier was putting into the kiss.You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss, keeping your hips in place from moving further. You both pulled away to catch your breath.

“What does this mean for us?” you questioned softly looking into his eyes.

“I think this means you're mine officially,” he smirked.

“I think you have to ask a certain question though,” you joked.

“You’re really going to make me ask,” he laughed throwing his head back.

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Will you, Y/n, be my girlfriend and go to the Rave’N Dance with me,” he asked you raising his hand to tuck a piece of loose hair that fell onto your face.

“Of course, I will,” you smiled back. “You know if I knew all it took was being close to some guy for you to finally ask me out, I would’ve done it sooner. Maybe again, with all this pent up frustration,” you joked letting out a giggle.

“NO! No more guys. EVER!” he said pushing you down on the bed to give you another kiss. "I mean it."

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Could you do Bachira and O (reader is getting overstimulated)

he said he’d stop after the second orgasm. said it with that breathless, goofy smile. lips brushed against your thigh, fingers still playing with your clit while your body twitched beneath him.

but he didn’t stop. not after the second. not after the third. “megu—meguru, i c-can’t,” you whimpered, voice cracking as your hips tried to twist away from his relentless mouth. “i already came—”

“i know,” he giggled against your soaked folds. “that’s the fun part.”

he dove back in, tongue fucking into you with wet, greedy noises, like he was eating dessert. his fingers curled under your thigh to anchor you in place as your legs kicked and trembled on either side of his head. your hands clutched the sheets, the pillow, his hair. anything to ground yourself as another wave started building, too fast, too much. it was like your nerves were on fire, each lick of his tongue making your thighs jolt.

“sensitive, huh?” he teased, glancing up at you with glazed, golden eyes. his chin and cheeks were soaked, and he looked so fucking happy about it. “but your pretty little pussy’s still clenching.” you sobbed something incoherent. he grinned wider. “means she’s not done yet.”

and he buried his mouth back between your thighs. your back arched. your breath hitched. tears welled in your eyes as he sucked on your clit again. too much, too good, too fast. suddenly you were crying out again, body going stiff, coming hard with a ragged little scream that had your thighs locking around his head. he moaned into you, like he was getting off on the sound of your desperation.

you collapsed, limp, panting, barely able to form words. “m’gonna die,” you slurred, voice raw. “i swear—you’re gonna kill me—”

he popped his head up with a crooked smile, hair wild and stuck to his forehead, mouth wet and shining. “nah,” he whispered sweetly. “you’re fine.”

you blinked, dazed, as he climbed up your body, hovering above you, arms bracketing your head, his cock flushed and twitching against your stomach.

“i haven’t even fucked you yet,” he said, voice a silly sing-song. “you’ve still got one more in you, right?”

your eyes went wide. “meguru—”

but it was too late. he was already pushing in, slow but deep, and your whole body shuddered from the aftershock.

“see?” he cooed, mouth brushing yours. “told you this would be fun.”

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oh, dilute me

Pairing: Tyler Galpin/Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: AFAB reader, manipulation, light d/s

Summary: Tyler can’t have Wednesday, but he might still be able to have you

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The Way I Love You. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: xavier and you are weird pair of "best friends" always reaching towards something more, but neither having the guts to talk about it so plainly, until now.

Warnings: best friends to lovers trope, enid and yoko being done with both of you, major fluff, doesn't follow exact storyline or timeline

a/n: exams in a couple days are destroying me, so this is probably the only thing i'll post for the next week sadly:(

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“Hey, babe? Are you almost done? If not I’m heading to breakfast without you,” Xavier yelled through the door as you stumbled to finish getting ready. 

“I won’t be done in time, I’ll meet you in the quad,” you shouted back realizing how late you were actually running. “Can you get me juice please!”

“Okay, I’ll see you down there,” he replied back.

Enid just stared at you with the widest eyes and a dropped jaw. You turned away from her gaze as it freaked you out a bit. “HE CALLED YOU BABE?!” 

“Huh?”

“I think Enid is referring to the fact you and Xavier are repulsive,” Wednesday explained. 

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU GUYS AREN’T DATING?!” Enid kept yelling rushing over to you and helping get your bag so you three could leave the dorm soon. “YOU CAN’T KEEP HIM WAITING!!”

“Enid! Slow down!” she threw your blazer in your arms and pushed you out of the dorm as Wednesday followed beside both of you. “What are you even going on about?”

“Xavier.”

“Yeah, what about him?” you asked confused not understanding why she was making such a big deal over something.

“I can’t believe you two are dating!” Enid cheered excitedly as you walked down the halls.

“Enid, wait for a second,” you halted in your tracks and took a second to comprehend the girl’s words. “We’re not dating.”

“What,” Enid said dishearteningly. “I thought since he called you-”

“You thought wrong, we’re just best friends,” you cut her off as you three made the quad.

“I did not know best friends had pet names for each other,” Wednesday stated. "Odd."

“Because they’re in love with each other and won’t admit it,” Enid whined while you look around for Xavier.

You felt an arm drape around your shoulders and saw a hand holding out a bottle of orange juice in front of you, in which taking it happily and opening it to take a sip. “Won’t admit what?” 

“Nothing!” you choked out, glaring at Enid hoping she would get the hint to stop. 

“Just that-” She didn’t.

“Enid, let’s head to class, I rather pick out my eyes than watch this,” Wednesday said to Enid.

“Oh, okay, umm… Bye, Y/n! Bye, Xavier?” Enid called out as she trailed behind Wednesday as they headed to Ms. Thornhill’s class. 

“Bye, Enid,” you both tell her.

“What was she going on about?” Xavier asked while you both headed to fencing. 

“Just the usual things Enid loves to talk about,” you replied. “Gossip.”

“Of course,” he puffed out a laugh. “Who’s the poor souls?”

“Just a pair of friends that she thinks are dating,” you tried to say inconspicuously when you made it the locker rooms. 

“Enid has pretty good intuition with that kind of stuff, I wonder if they are?”

“Trust me, they’re not,” you gave him a small smile. “Wait for me?”

“Always.”

You walked out of locker rooms tying your hair out of your face, and saw Xavier waiting to the side with his mask already on. He held his own foil (sword) in one hand while the other held an extra foil and mask. 

“M’lady,” he teasingly bowed handing you them as you approached him.

“Why, thank you, kind Sir,” you curtsied back letting out a small giggle.

“You’re paired with Yoko, this morning,” he told you making your way to the mats.

“Maybe if you whined less and praticed more, you wouldn’t suck,” you heard Bianca mocked Rowan as you and Xavier got closer to the class. “Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition? Anyone else want to challenge me?”

“I will,” you stated removing yourself from Xavier’s side and slid the mask over your face. 

“Are you sure? I don’t think Xavier would want his sweet Y/n to get hurt,” she gave you pout which only encouraged you more to beat her. 

“You sure do talk so much shit,” you replied to her and heard ‘ooh’s…’ around the room. “It kind of match’s your skill, don't you think?” 

“Rowan doesn’t need you to come to his defense. He’s not helpless,” Bianca snarked. “He’s just lazy.”

“Are we going to do this or not? Or are you too scared?” getting yourself in a stance ready to go against her.

“Fine.”

“En garde!” someone called out.

Swords clashed and Bianca made the mistake of lifting her arm too high in an attempt to strike you, so you lowered yourself avoiding her sword while you were able to strike her side.

“Point to Y/n!” 

You both continued to duel, as the crowd around you guys grew. Bianca wasn’t able to tag you yet as you picked up the speed of your hits against her. So much anger at her for how she treated everyone at the school, and how she believed that she was automatically better than everyone else. The force of your strikes against her caught her off guard and her sword swayed to the left allowing you to tag her directly in her chest. 

“That’s my girl!” you heard Xavier call out from the sidelines and you were thankful you had the mask still on so no one would be able to see the blush on your cheeks.

“Winner, Y/n,” the coach announced and Bianca stalked off in anger.

You walked over to Xavier, and took off your mask in a swift motion as you noticed some time during the match against Bianca he had taken his off to see you better. He held out his arms for you and brought you in a tight hug. “I’m proud of you,” he murmured into your hair as you leaned your head against his chest.

“Thank you, Xav,” you lifted your head to give him a smile which returned his wide one. You stood on your tip toes, pecking his cheek and stood back allowing you to see the blush that spread across his face. “I’ll see you after!” you told him as Yoko called you over from the other side of the room. 

“Wait-“ Xavier was too late to respond as you hurriedly rushed to Yoko who seemed like she was going to burst from the questions she had for you. 

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Yoko yelled which caught the attention of many of those around you including Xavier who was still staring at you from across the room. 

“Yoko, shh! I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you shushed the girl. 

“Don’t know,” she mockingly laughed, “He called you his girl!” she pointed out. 

“SHHHH!” you held a hand over her mouth in order to stop her from saying anything else. “NOT ANOTHER WORD.”

“Babe, you okay?” Xavier asked loudly from where he stood and a part of you was silently cursing him while the other part blushed profusely.

“Just peachy,” you uttered, glaring at Yoko who was dying of laughter at the hypocrisy of you two. You dragged her away to a more closed-off area to allow her to question you, but the bell saved you from the interrogation. 

“Okay, that’s now Enid and Yoko acting weird around you. That only ever means one thing…” Xavier pointed out once you both were walking to his dorm for lunch after attending fencing and botany. 

Let’s just say Botany might have been even more irritating than fencing because you had Bianca staring at you the whole time after she saw you and Xavier walk into class together. The only problem with you and him walking in together was that he had his arm around your waist keeping you steady as you died of laughter over hearing Ajax complaining that he stoned himself the other day which led him to miss his date with Enid. You felt bad for laughing, but Ajax resembled a kicked puppy too much not to.

“One thing what?”

“There’s a guy,” he scoffed.

“Where?” you looked around to see no one around you both, so you gave a look of confusion not really understanding what he was insinuating. 

“Are you talking to somebody?” Xavier questioned. “Enid and Yoko only ever get that giddy if they’re talking about a guy, and if you are I don’t know why you didn’t feel the need to tell. Y/n, we’re— w-we’re… you know.”

“Xavier!” you tried to interrupt, but he ignored you as he continued to talk.

“I thought you felt the same way, but obviously not since you felt like you hide the fact you’re with someone right now. I just wish you told me before Enid and Yoko,” he rambled on looking down at the floor with a scrunched expression covering his face. 

“XAVIER!” you exclaimed.

“What?’ he softened looking back to you. 

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?” you tried to hint at him.

“Well, obviously you’re talking to me right now but I meant-”

“Xav, I am talking to you,” you restated once more. “No one else.”

“But-” you knew he was going to argue with what you were saying but you weren’t going to allow it.

“Enid and Yoko were talking about us,” you explained nonchalantly letting yourself into his dorm with him following behind you, shutting the door. 

“Wait what?” he took a step back allowing himself to process what you said. “What do you mean they were talking about us?”

“They were teasing about how we are with each other.” you looked down on your hand as you turned to face him.

“And how are we with each other?” he retorted back in question, walking closer to you.

“We both won’t admit it…” you trailed off as you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you tried to avoid his gaze. “But-”

“Admit what? That fact I’ve been in love with you since we met,” he noted. “I have loved you since I saw you wandering around the halls looking for your class, I love you every day when we meet in the morning to walk to class together, I love when you scrunch your nose when you're overthinking, I love the sound of your laugh when I tell a stupid joke that’s not even worth your laughter, I love that you hold my hand when you're anxious, I love you more than anything,” he confessed to you which brought you close to tears as you went to close the space between you and him.

You grabbed the collar of his uniform to help bring him down closer to your height and smash your lips against his, moving your hands to have one the back of his neck and the other on his cheek. He immediately responded to the kiss with the same amount of urgency. His hands landed onto your hips pulling you even more closer to him. 

It was a messy kiss but seemed perfect for you and him. Both of you pulled back to take in a breath of air, leaning your foreheads against one another. “I love you. I will never love someone the way I love you,” you whispered to him seeing a smile spread across his face as he went to pull you back in for another kiss.

[wolfhard13]

18+

best friend!satoru who eats you out for the first time as your second birthday gift. you’d joked about needing a second dessert after cake and he’d shrugged, carried you bridal style to the couch, pinned your thighs over his shoulders and said, “you want me to put frosting on it or nah?” you thought he was kidding. you learned he was not.

best friend!satoru who gets painfully hard when you wear his clothes, but doesn’t bother to hide it.

best friend!satoru who lets you borrow anything from his closet, and steals from yours constantly. “mutual property. yours is mine, mine is yours. if you see me decked out in your miniskirt, i don’t want to hear a word,” and he means it—full on struts past you one morning in your crop top, showing off his slutty waist like it’s his god-given right, looking back only to say: “you left it on the floor. you forfeited ownership.”

best friend!satoru who’s your lingerie consultant. even when you’re dating someone else, he always insists on helping you “rate” the pieces you wear for The Other Guy. “7.5. makes your tits look great, but you’re gonna waste that on him?” weeks later, you realize half those sets went missing.

best friend!satoru who feeds you fries off his plate. dips them in sauce and holds them up to your lips. always pretends to miss your mouth so he can press his greasy fingers against your bottom lip and go “oops, messy girl.” and chuckles when you lick or bite his fingers in retaliation.

best friend!satoru who lets you use his card when you’re sad. doesn’t ask what for, just sends you a selfie of him pouting with a “buy smth pretty so you don’t cry” caption. if you don’t spend at least $300, he gets personally offended.

best friend!satoru who showers with you “to save the environment,” but spends more time helping you exfoliate your back and rinse your conditioner out than actually washing himself. you turn around once and catch him palming himself lazily under the stream. “oh,” he says, blinking. “you can keep singing, don’t mind me.”

best friend!satoru who has zero boundaries when it comes to your body. he adjusts your straps, straightens your necklaces, zips you into dresses from behind with such painstaking care that should not be so casual.

best friend!satoru who hasn’t fucked you, but has definitely slept curled around you like a body pillow on many occasions. who dry humps you during cuddles—not even always consciously. sometimes it’s in the middle of a movie, arms wrapped around you, hips rocking languidly against your ass while you eat popcorn. other times he full-on moans in his sleep.

best friend!satoru who is that annoying best friend who accidentally walks in while you’re changing.

best friend!satoru who kisses your forehead chastely. who holds your hand walking through crowds. who likes to pull you into his chest and rest his chin on the top of your head

best friend!satoru who gets hard watching you cry over your ex. not out of cruelty—he hates seeing you hurt, truly—but you’re sobbing into his chest, voice wobbling through half-formed sentences, and it does something to him. part of him wants to cheer you up with takeout and movies. the other part wants to fuck you so good you forget that asshole’s name entirely.

best friend!satoru who keeps saying “it’s not sexual unless you cum” like that’s a rule in the friend handbook.

best friend!satoru who never asks you to be his, because he knows the second you say yes, he’s compromised. you’ll become the one thing he can’t afford to lose. he keeps you close, but not close enough that someone could make you a target. as the strongest, he’s spent his whole life being selfless for the sake of everyone else. but he’s just not sure he’d know how to be selfless with you.

[wolfhard13]

shoto todoroki is fucking shameless. and surprisingly clingy.

he’d done a good job becoming a little more social little by little. he’s still a little wonky and awkward during the few times he tries to make conversation, but he tries and that’s the good part. you’re proud of him.

you’ve known shoto since you were kids, his closest friend, you’d seen him through it all and you’re so grateful that he’s found friends he feels comfortable and happy with, though he always reassures you that you’re dearest to him, which always makes you a little too giddy and flustered for somebody who’s supposed to be his closest friend and nothing more.

you’re in the cafeteria chatting with your mutual friends, shoto had told you to go off without him since he needed to go the bathroom and you found yourself sitting next to midoriya when he’d scooched in next to you, happy to see there was still a spot for him at the table. you liked midoriya a lot, he was sweet, cute and most importantly he made shoto come out of his shell in a way that you regrettably never could, plus the way he flails around when he gets embarrassed is pretty funny.

(you did notice ochaco’s face going completely blank for a few seconds, but you didn’t think much about it.)

after a few minutes of giggling and chatting shoto shows up, and something is immediately wrong with the way his natural straight face goes absolutely dead in the span of three seconds. it’s subtle, but you know him and it’s there. there also seems to be a chill in the room now.

he’s at your side of the table in three seconds, but he doesn’t register your smile in greeting as his cold gaze is glued to the green haired boy next to you.

“midoriya,” and his voice even sounds a little deeper, colder as he speaks like he somehow managed to use his right side on his mouth.

“that’s my seat.” he states calmly.

“oh ! my bad, todoroki !” izuku splutters an apology, but shoto’s eyes do not waver, staying fixed on the boy until he grabs his tray and makes a move to stand “i didn’t realize this was your spot, sorry !”

you feel a little bad at how intensely he’s apologizing, but you’re still shell shocked about that look. shoto seems unfazed though, his expression morphs slightly when izuku goes to squeeze in next to iida.

“i always sit next to yn.”

it’s so stupid. really, it is. how fast that makes your heart beat. because shoto does always sit next to you, he always has and he still always does when you come over to his house. but it’s the fact that he didn’t say he always sits here, in his unassigned assigned seat.

he said he always sits next to you. and your mind and heart races.

you don’t get much time to think because immediately he’s next to you, sighing before sitting as close to you as he can. he looks over to you and you look back, still a little startle but his features are soft again when he looks at you. he drops his utensils to thread his fingers with yours under the table.

“ did you wash your hands, mister ?” you tease, but you squeeze his hand when he squeezes yours. he frowns but it’s not the one from before. it almost looks like a pout and you snort.

“yes, i did.” he snips, you giggle and his eyes soften. even as you assure him you were just kidding he doesn’t mind, he couldn’t be mad at you.

you offer him a bite of your lunch as truce and he leans forward and plops a piece in his mouth from your chopsticks, then offers you a bit of his precious soba noodles and even holds a hand below them so they don’t spill because he insists on feeding you himself.

your friends pretend they don’t see the lowkey romantic exchange, but with the way shoto keeps insisting to have you eat his food and the soft barely there smile when you crack a joke that manages to break through his icey demeanor, they can start to figure out why he wanted to sit next to you so bad.

[wolfhard13]

x : NO FEAR :*+ﾟ i wanna love you with no fear !

in which: itoshi rin rejected you, so why isn't he handling your avoidance well?

warnings: 5k wc, fluff with minor angst, jealous!rin, food cw, swearing, reo is reader's best friend, COLLEGE!AU, gn!reader, non-canon complaint

a/n: happy valentine's day !!! shoutout to @ryekoo for finally giving me inspo on what to do for the rin fic of my event - u rly saved my life <3

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you:i’m going to end you. <reo3: i’m too pretty to die ._. you: and you told me i was too pretty for itoshi rin to reject!?!?!?! <reo3: oh... <reo3: i’m sorry. <reo3: condolences fr.

with a disappointed sigh, you pocket your phone, decidedly ignoring the next few messages that reo sends as you wait for your bus. he owes you a million yen for the amount of grief and distress he’s currently putting you through, especially with the way he shattered all hopes you had with your love life.

well, hopes that you were stupid enough to feed into because this was itoshi rin you’re talking about; possibly the most standoffish, calculated, and devastatingly gorgeous man you’ve ever met in your life. yet, despite his detestable personality, you still found yourself falling hook, line, and sinker for the man, despite his insults, cold comments, and dismissive attitude.

maybe it’s masochism. 

now that you look back on it, rin’s rejection seemed almost inevitable. even if you lead yourself to hope with all the times you caught him staring at you, the prompt replies to your messages, and willingness to somewhat tolerate you during group projects, it was rather obvious that this would be the outcome to your heartfelt confession. 

‘i don’t see you like that’.

it’s cringeworthy simply thinking about it. now you’re going to have another memory that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.

recalling the expression he made after your confession; eyebrows scrunched and lips tugged into a slight frown, was traumatising enough for you to wish for the ground to swallow you whole. his face will plague you for an uncertain amount of time because today truly, was so very humbling.

the sight of your bus approaching your stop rouses you from the crevices of your thoughts and after you jump on and settle yourself into a seat in the relatively empty carriage, you bring your phone out to text reo again. he’d sent four messages since.

&lt;reo3: this doesn’t make any sense we all thought rin was into you &lt;reo3: like DOWN BAD into you<reo3: everyone on the team has literally made bets on you two <reo3: i’m sorry :c r u okay?  you: yeah. just gotta take the L and move on you: hey at least i’m free for valentines <reo3: LET’S GOOO we’re definitely doing something <reo3: i’ll be a better valentines than r*n you: you’re sexier too babes xoxo <reo3: duh!

maybe you’ll let reo see another day. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your university schedule was never the same after the ‘itoshi rin’ fiasco.

it was never an amazing schedule to begin with since a few classes were quite inconvenient, and there’s only so much to enjoy out of your seminars. the fun part about them was being able to sit beside rin and talk to him whenever you could without getting waved off, but since his heartless decline of your feelings, acting ‘buddy-buddy’ wouldn’t be acceptable. so you resorted to sit by yourself in a section of the space you’ve never really occupied before, busying yourself on your phone as students walked in to class.

despite the temptation to look at the door to see when rin would come in, you do not budge one bit, eyes glued to your phone screen (which had nothing entertaining on it). this meant that you couldn’t see the confusion on his face when he didn’t see you in your normal spot and how it merged further into a look of offence when he instead spots you across the room.

reluctantly taking his usual seat, rin’s gaze lingers on you, hoping to meet your eyes at least once. but upon your insistence to pretend your phone was more important than him, he sits down, practically flopping onto his chair with his backpack cushioning his fall. 

sitting here feels a little empty. rin can’t help but think how it used to be much better when you insisted on being next to him.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

&lt;;reo3: you can come now rin isn’t here yet

you: kk b there soon

the trek across campus towards the university’s soccer field, although long, is harmless enough, especially since you were doing a favour for your best friend by bringing the soccer guards and water bottle that he left at your dorm. the harmful part was the looming threat of itoshi rin’s presence and your fear that you would encounter him on your way. 

all you needed to do was drop in quickly and leave. 

when you get to the field, nagi’s the one who sees you first from where he was lounging on the bleaches, changed in his soccer gear. 

“oh, y/n,” he mumbles, sitting up. “hello.”

“hey nagi. are you trying to nap before practice or something?” you ask.

“yeah.” 

“won’t that drain you though before practice starts? you’ve got like… five minutes.”

“still classified as a power nap. wanna collect a power up before startin’.”

amusing as ever, he is. “sure. hey, you know where reo is?”

“he’s changed, probably warming up with isagi and bachira and whoever else.”

“shouldn’t you be doing that too?”

“not until reo forces me to.”

as if on cue, a friendly and very familiar voice calls out nagi’s name and you’re delighted to see the purple-haired in question. you can finally give him his stupid stuff back; the ones you’ve been holding in your hands this entire time like an idiot.

“come on nagi!” reo exclaims, jogging over. a smile appears on his face when he sees you. “yo! y/n! thanks for bringing my things.”

“‘s not a problem. next time i’ll burn them so don’t leave them again,” you counter as the purple-haired takes his things from you with an eye roll. “i filled up your water bottle for you.” 

he places his things down before sitting beside nagi to put his guards on. “so considerate even whilst terrorising me.”

“of course.”

“seriously though, thank you for bringing my things.”

“not a problem. i’m gonna head back to my dorm to study so i’ll see you later. bye reo, bye nagi,” you wave at the two, fixing your backpack strap before turning around to leave the field, only to bump face-first into someone.

the apology that surfaces on your tongue quickly withers away when you lock eyes with a pair of steely, teal ones, partially hidden by strands of dark hair. he looks at you like he has something to say.

but you’re not ready to hear it. 

“uh, hi rin! gotta go!” you squeak before stepping to the side and running away, leaving rin to stare in bewilderment after you.

part of him has the urge to run after you. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

<reo3: isagi’s invited a bunch of us to the on campus screening of spirited away

<reo3: wanna come?

you: ykw why not

you: not like i have essays to write

<reo3: FUCK THEM ESSAYS! 

you: YOU’RE RIGHT SPIRITED AWAY IS BETTER !

if you knew that this would lead you to be seated (uncomfortably) between reo and isagi, who acted as the only barrier between you and an-unnamed-man (rin), then perhaps you would’ve dedicated yourself to your essay rather than a fun opportunity to hang out with your friends. 

1500 words sounds better than having to pretend like there wasn’t an icy cold stare penetrating the back of your head every time you turned to talk to reo, or isagi trying to keep his interactions up with rin so the latter wouldn’t try to talk to you.

you owe isagi a vending machine drink after this because a ‘thank you’ will never suffice. 

it’s easy enough to forget about rin when the movie plays and isagi begins whispering little pieces of commentary to you from time to time, eliciting giggles from you that you try to suppress to not annoy those around you. however, each sound that slipped past your lips was enough to make the dark-haired boy scrunch his face in disgust, an ugly, green monster climbing up his throat when he catches a glimpse of how happy you seemed with someone that wasn’t him. it kills him to see how easily it is for you to just ignore him like your friendship never existed.

since the campus movie was scheduled during a cool but bearable, autumn dusk, you severely underestimated how cold the night would get. heating wasn’t the best in the gymnasium so the committee had instructed everyone to bring their own blankets and warm covers, yet in your haste, you couldn’t bring adequate layers.

so after a while of trying to warm yourself up and convincing yourself that you were warm enough with a measly sweatshirt, rin notices from the corner of his eye how you kept rubbing your arms. 

he doesn’t hesitate to take off the fleece jacket that he was wearing over his university jumper. sure, it will be significantly colder without his outer layer, but rin’s willing to suffer as long as you were okay (when has he ever been this considerate?), except he stops when he sees nagi handing you his very oversized jumper. you accept it with a gracious smile and the white-haired boy merely shrugs before going back to watching the film. rin, on the other hand, feels a cauldron of rage brewing within him.

the sight makes his chest twist, wringing him dry as he stares dejectedly at how snug you seem in someone else’s clothes. the green monster inside of rin bubbles in contempt, a being that makes him want to rip the hoodie off you and replace it with his own for you to wrap yourself up in. he wants you to be content with him- happy because of him, not because of another.

you confessed to him only two weeks ago- barely even two weeks ago, so how could you so easily forget about him and move on? pretend like his rejection didn’t shatter you and him when he saw a devastation like no other on your pretty face?

rin doesn’t know how much longer he can live like this. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the following tuesday, you’re already seated in your new spot for your seminar, busy setting up your laptop in preparation when rin walks in. you see him from the corner of your eye, backpack slung around his shoulder, hands tucked unassumingly in his pockets as all 185cm of him saunters towards the seats. however, when you notice that he bypasses his normal spot and walks even further out of your peripheral vision, alarms blare deafeningly in your head.

you freeze when you hear someone take the seat behind you.

there’s a hard gaze on the back of your head, one that roots you to your spot and wills you not to turn around.

sneaking out your phone from your bag, you hide it so that rin can’t see it from his angle. 

you: RIN IS SITTING BEHIND ME OH NO

you: terrible start to valentines day smh

<reo3: WHAT!??!!???!???! fr.

you: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY I’M GOING TO DISINTEGRATE RIGHT NOW

<reo3: maybe *don’t* do that???? 

<reo3: WHY’S HE SITTING BEHIND YOU?????

you: FUCK IF I KNOW IT FEELS LIKE HE’S THROWING DAGGERS AT MY HEAD

<reo3: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

you: CRY???????????? IDFK???????????

you: oh fuck class is about to start

you: i’ll let you know if anything happens

<reo3: STAY SAFE 

you tuck your phone away with fear and dread looming over you, personified through the form of itoshi rin, who sits so indifferently behind you, head propped on his hand. you hear his pen click behind you and you don’t even need to see him to know that he’s taking out that stupid notebook of his since he preferred to take notes by hand. you want to turn around and rip said book into shreds.

as the professor starts the class, you try your best to shake rin out of your thoughts, wanting to leave him behind in the depths of your mind so you can concentrate on this damn elective. none of the notes you were typing onto your document made sense and it felt like everything the professor was saying went in one ear then out the other. curse rin for having this effect on you. 

at least you get to gossip with reo after this.

though your seminar was only 60 minutes, it might as well have been 60 years because of how significantly older you feel at the end of it. the weight of rin’s stare was heavy on your shoulders when you hurriedly grab your things and make a dash for the exit.

well. you try to make a dash for the exit because somehow, rin gained the ability to teleport and beat you there, grabbing your wrist unceremoniously before pulling you into the hallways. you fumble with your phone, hurriedly texting reo.

you: UHH MAYDAY I MGHT NEEE TO SKIP OUR PLANS

<reo3: WHAT’S HAPPENING?????

you: RIN IS DRSGGING ME SIMEWHERE IDK WHERE

you: MY LOCARION IS ON LIFE360

you: I LUV YOU STUPID WHORE

<reo3: WHDJFWIJAIDJFAWHAT THE FUCK????

“hey!” you exclaim, helplessly being pulled by rin’s long strides, shutting your phone off as you try to match his eagerness. he could at least be a little more considerate and lighten up that grip of his on your wrist. “rin- what? where are we going?”

“you’ll see,” he responds gruffly.

your mind blanks despite the hurricane of questions that circulate your mind. how did you get here? is the delirium finally hitting you after countless sleepless nights? you stayed up until 2am last night to make valentine’s chocolates for your friends so maybe it’s the sugar and the sleep deprivation. 

as rin pulls you through the hallways, you think about how weird it is to allow him this close to you again- well, you didn’t exactly allow him, he kind of just… invaded your personal space. but after a whole week of not talking to him, responding dryly to his texts, avoiding your regular hangout spots, and overall pretending like he doesn’t exist, being exposed to his intimidating presence once more is… exhilarating? unreal? 

“wait, can we stop for a second?” you demand, breaking out of your funk when you step outside as if the harshness of the sun’s rays woke you up. “i’m so confused right now. where are we going?”

“we’re going to have lunch together at that café you’ve been wanting to try out,” he tells you with a serious expression, not breaking his usual aloof and stern personality. 

rin doesn’t give mixed messages: no, he gives messages that have completely been lost, fallen astray somewhere along the path of communication.

shifting your weight between your feet awkwardly, you tell him: “well, i kinda had valentine’s plans.”

his mask of coolness and uninterest cracks, exposing all the emotions he’s been withholding from surfacing for the past weeks; jealousy, envy, greed, they all manifest through the helpless scrunch of his face. “with who?” asks rin, tone a lot harsher than he had intended, matching the crease of his eyebrows and the frown he was wearing.

it’s the green monster in him talking.

if you were going out with someone else, someone new, rin’s not too sure what he’d do. determination and pettiness can only take a man so far before his resolve cracks and you have the power to crush his heart with a single stomp, extinguishing his flames in one, swift sweep. 

“with reo,” you confess. the dark-haired relaxes again, his face returning to a neutral expression.

“okay. ditch him then.” his audacity is baffling.

“i can’t just do that!” 

“why not?”

“cause that’s a shitty thing to do!” you say, before murmuring under your breath, “not that you’d know the first thing about being polite.” 

“i don’t care, it’s reo, you two hang out everyday. tell him to give me a turn.”

“you’re a horrible person, rin,” you murmur, ignoring the butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

he doesn’t say anything in retaliation, merely eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your next step. huffing, you reluctantly take out your phone as a sign of surrender under his suffocating pressure, muttering complaints under your breath as you find reo’s contact - literally your most recent one, to send him a quick message. almost instantly, your best friend responds with a thumbs up paired with a smirk and you almost want to block him then and there. 

“done.”

“perfect,” rin goes to grab your hand again but you retract from him just in time. when you look up to meet his gaze once more, you see his unimpressed expression whilst he keeps his palm extended towards you expectantly.

“i don’t need your help walking places,” you grumble, not liking how fast your heart was racing.

he gestures to his open palm once more. “i know.”

after a moment of silence, you give in, hesitantly placing your hand in his. with a small grin, rin intertwines your fingers before pulling you to his side. without another word, he begins walking, leaving you to merely follow the brutally fast pace he’s set.

you must’ve looked ridiculous to other people. being dragged around by an 185 cm man, how humbling.

the place rin led you to was not too far from campus; a totally manageable distance for the two of you to remain in silence during the walk. you try to bypass the awkwardness of it all by focusing on other things, like how warm rin’s hand is and how you hope he doesn’t mind your sweaty hands. he seems to be content from what you’ve observed, happily walking beside you whilst sparing a few occasional glances over; ones that you pretend you don’t see whilst admiring the cityscape around you.

there are various valentine’s decorations hung up around the insides of the cafe that made you cringe slightly. although they were very cute, you feel humiliation climbing up your throat, serving as a reminder that you were currently spending a day of love and romance, or whatever, standing beside the very man who rejected you. 

this is the cruellest version of a sick joke.

“welcome!” a cheery voice greets, breaking you out of your thoughts. “table for two?” rin nods. “perfect! are you here for valentine’s day because couples get access to a special menu on top of our regular one.” 

when you open your mouth to reject her offer, rin beats you to it. “we’ll take the valentine’s menu.”

“okay, right this way,” the waitress guides you to an empty table for two that was right by the corner. the atmosphere of the place was cozy with various candles and statement pieces to really bring it together, but you have no time or brain space to appreciate the aesthetic of the café. 

it’s not until the waitress leaves that you speak up, utterly confused. “why’d you get the valentine’s menu, we-”

realisation hits you like a truck. 

“-are we on a date right now?”

rin’s unmoving, save for the purse of his lips as he stares at you. you feel a little foolish right now.

“yeah, we are,” he answers, curtly and concisely.

alarms are blaring in your head, the earth is tremoring below you, there are distant screams somewhere in the back of your mind and all you can manage out is a simple ‘oh’. 

“get what you want, i’ll-” rin begins before you abruptly cut him off.

“-no, hold on, i’m so confused right now,” you rub your temples, staring at the stupid valentine’s day menu decorated with pink and hearts and chocolates. “why?”

“why what?”

“why are we on a date?”

“because it’s valentine’s day?”

“well- i know that part,” you murmur under your breath. “it’s just, y’know, people celebrate this day when they like each other.” and not when one party is miserable because the other rejected them. 

“we do like each other though.”

there are no words to describe the shock you feel. really. not even an anvil dropping on your head could wake you up from whatever dream you are conjuring right now. 

“no, we don’t! i like you, you don’t like me.”

he looks away, the tips of his ears turning red. “that’s not true,” he murmurs, no louder than a whisper, yet your jaw drops all the same at his confession. “i do like you.”

“a week ago you didn’t!” 

“a week ago i wasn’t ready to get into a… relationship… or whatever.”

“oh,” you fix the strap of your bag, feeling slightly awkward. “and you’re ready now all of a sudden?”

“yeah.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“the fuck? why?” 

“you don’t really seem like the type of guy to turn around on yourself like this. what changed?”

rin won’t ever tell you about how much he missed you during these two weeks and how it was his jealousy and greediness that spurred him to act on his feelings. instead, he simply slides the menu to you, pointing to a milkshake-‘lover’s brew’, and since the menu was decorated with pictures on the side, you could see what the concoction consisted of. whipped cream, heart sprinkles, topped with a caramel heart and fairy floss. 

“the milkshake?” you ask, trailing off towards the end. “you hate sweet things and this especially looks like it could give you diabetes.”

the dark-haired shrugs. “so? i thought you’d like it.” 

“sure, but it is kinda pricey for a milkshake.”

he shrugs again, putting his elbows on the table which causes his sleeves of his turtleneck to roll down a little, exposing the shiny silver of his, no doubt expensive, watch. “i’ll pay for us, it’s fine.”

“hold on-”

“i’m paying. end of argument.” 

it’s an offer you can’t really reject. being a university student and all, funds are limited, so wherever you can, you want to avoid withdrawing money out of your account. that said, it doesn’t mean that you don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about draining rin’s, but with how long you’ve been friends, you know that once he’s set his mind to something, it’s hard to change it.

“if you insist,” you grumble, straightening up your spine as you awkwardly fiddle with your shirt. you feel so scrutinised under his gaze, even as you reach for the jug of water and pour two cups of water. “what else should we get?”

the waitress then comes around to take your orders and when she’s gone, conversation flows easily, reverting back to how things were between the two of you (to rin’s relief). he listens as you talk animatedly about the unfortunate series of events you had with your professor the other day, how cute your encounter with the campus dogs were, and the really unfortunate run-in you had with a guy from your shared tutorial classes.

(the dark-haired boy makes a face when you mention another man’s name before his usual face of indifference melts back in.)

“here’s your milkshake,” the waitress says, placing the drink in the middle of the table before walking away, “you guys are really cute by the way.”

“thanks,” rin says calmly, a stark contrast to your flustered reaction.

two straws stick out from the milkshake and when you put one in your mouth, you almost choke when rin takes the other one, causing your noses to bump in the middle. the look he gives you is nothing short of mischievous before pulling away, a knowing smirk playing along his lips. 

“ew. that is really sweet,” he mutters before leaning back, crossing his arms. 

“yeah,” you cough. “it is really sweet.”

recovering from your embarrassment, the rest of lunch goes by quite seamlessly. he goes to pay for everything with a confident tap of his card, causing you to stand awkwardly behind him, keeping all complaints to yourself as it goes through. thanking the waitress, you leave the café hand-in-hand once more. 

“thanks again for paying,” you repeat and rin gives a hum of acknowledgement whilst you two walk aimlessly on the path. “what do you want to do now?”

“i don’t know. do you have anything you want to do?”

“i might have an idea.”

leading him in the direction of a nearby store that just opened recently, you come to a stop in front of a shop that had neon-lights illuminating its inside and claw machines filled with adorable plushies lining along the walls. 

glancing at him, there’s a glimmer of amusement in rin’s eyes as his lips turn upwards into a small smirk. “really?” he asks, looking over at you.

“really. this’ll be fun!” you promise before walking in, the dark-haired following suit as you stop in front of a token-purchasing machine. 

from the corner of your eye, you can see him taking out his wallet already and you immediately put your hand on your wrist, ceasing his movement.

with just one glance, a whole conversation passes between you two. “if you pay for me i will sock you.”

“i’d like to see you try,” he deadpans, quirking a brow before pressing the ‘20 tokens = $19’ button on the machine, “but i’m paying.”

then the sound of his card meeting the reader and the transaction being approved rings through the air, followed by the deafening noise of coins clashing against metal. the look he gives you is nothing short of proud. 

“come on babe, bet you won’t be able to get any prizes,” challenges rin as he brushes past you, the pet name causing your stomach to churn as insults rest on your tongue, offended by his declaration.

he’s gracious enough to give you half of the coins, allowing you to play four games each. you only manage to win on one of them and even then, you were astonished at your own achievements, excitedly grabbing the plushie and hugging the stuffed toy to your chest protectively. rin, on the other hand, comes back to you with two in both hands and the gawk you let out was completely against your will.

“how did you do that?” you ask, a little stupified at the sight (it was kinda hot though). although at this point, you shouldn’t really question how itoshi rin works since he takes the meaning of ‘march to the beat of your own drum’ to a whole other level. 

instead of answering, he hands them over to you and you have no choice but to take them, your arms now overloaded with three stuffed toys. 

before you can even open your mouth to ask if he broke into the machines, your phone buzzes with a notification and the second you open it, you’re met with a familiar ‘⚠️bereal’ banner, one that makes you excited over the impeccable timing. rin raises an eyebrow at your sudden surprise.

“bereal! quick, pose!” you demand and rin obeys, raising a peace sign with a slight smile before the camera turns around to you and the many stuffed toys you’re cuddling. 

how adorable you are might just kill him. 

the dark-haired shakes the thought away before taking out his phone, instructing you to smile. you pose for the photo, hugging all the plushies closely to your chest whilst rin gives his usual deadpan stare into the camera. he then gives you his phone to check if it was okay to post and when you approve, you press the ‘post >’ button for him.

shutting off his phone for him, it’s at the same time that the bereal notification pops up again, this time detailing how one of his friends had posted but that’s not what caught your attention.

it’s a certain photo that made your heart thump loudly in its ribcage.

“am i your lockscreen?” you ask, pride and flattery swelling in your stomach, manifesting through the warmth of your cheeks. 

the slight widening of his eyes give you all the answers you need. “you weren’t supposed to see that.” 

nothing could stop the slow grin from erupting on your expression. it’s ridiculous to say so, but it almost feels like a weight is being lifted from your chest, the pains of the last few weeks erasing themselves completely with this one detail. 

that’s how you know rin was meant for you.

“out of all pictures of me, you chose this one?” you question, gesturing to the selfie that you once sent him during your study sessions. your hair was messy, there was a semi-crazed look in your eyes, but at least the moisturising lip gloss you had reapplied then made you look somewhat put together. 

looking at his phone once more, you feel a little warm.

“i like it,” he mutters shyly, unable to look you in the eye. despite his embarrassment, his statement fills you with endless relief, providing gratification for your relationship with rin that you didn’t know you needed. 

though you’ve been friends with him for quite some time now, you feel as though you don’t really recognise the man in front of you. past perceptions you’ve had of him has now been shattered by his flustered gaze, the relentless blush coating his cheeks, and the uncharacteristic way he slumps, as if defending himself from any judgement you might throw at him. 

luckily for him, that’s not what you’re interested in doing.

unlocking your phone, you hand it to him. “take a matching selfie so i can make it my lock screen too.”

at least you have all the time in the world to get to know him all over again.

(rin will never tell you that he only has been active on bereal so he could see what you were up to. except it backfired every time because instead of satisfying how desperately he was longing for you during your two weeks of no contact, it only made him want you more. he wanted to be there with you through your intense study sessions, he wanted to be going on walks with you, he wanted to be there with you when you were watching one more episode of your favourite tv show before going to bed, he just wanted to be there with you.

now he has all the time to make sure he is.)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[@y/n’s BeReal]

@ karasu69: @fruityninjaotoya YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS 　　→ @fruitninjaotoya: Shut your micropenis up

@ yocchan: Y/N WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 　　→ @ nagixxxxxxxxxxxxx: ratio 　　→ @ yocchan: DON’T RATIO ME RN

@monsterbachira: omg are y’all 😍❤️😍 rn 　　→ @y/n: wut. 　　→ @itshrin: Yes 　　→ @monsterbachira: y/n rin is actually a good kisser 　　→ @y/n: thanks for letting me know meguru! 　　→ @itshrin: i’m going to end you. 

@bbgreo: i’m glad y’all had fun but no itoshi rin on our platonic date pls! 　　→ @y/n: would never dream of it luv <3 　　→ @itshrin: Sleep with one eye open, Reo 　　→ @y/n: that’s my best friend :( 　　→ @itshrin: You don’t need him 　　→ @y/n: reo and i are one you can’t separate us 　　→ @itshrin: Ok fine 😒 　　→ @bbgreo: yay! 　　→ @y/n: yay!

<reo3: told you you were too pretty to reject xx

[wolfhard13]

Arisu soft hc's ! <33

𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙪 𝙝𝙘'𝙨 𝙗𝙘 𝙞 𝙡𝙪𝙫 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙚 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

🅦︎🅐︎🅡︎🅝︎🅘︎🅝︎🅖︎🅢︎: ɴᴏɴᴇ !

🅣︎🅨︎🅟︎🅔︎: sғᴡ, ғʟᴜғғ, ғʀ ᴊs ᴄᴜᴛᴇɴᴇss ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ <3

𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚+𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙/𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙.

PRE BORDERLAND AU:

𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗑 𝖼𝗎𝖻𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖾𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽 (𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿𝖼 <3) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗑 𝖼𝗎𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀:

'𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇?', '𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄! 𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇!'

𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 '𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒' 𝗈𝗋 '𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾'

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾/'𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾'

𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖳 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁/𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗍.

𝗂𝖿 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 100% 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗍/𝖽𝗈𝗀 <3

𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗈 1𝗏1.

𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌 (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒/𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈, 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 100% 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 (𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.)

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀: '𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾!' 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌

𝗂'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖭 𝖢𝖠𝖭'𝖳 𝖢𝖮𝖮𝖪, 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒+𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 (𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀.) 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌/𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇/𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉.)

𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 ���𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 (𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍? 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡)

𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 100% 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖲 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈 <33

𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉: 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 (𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉.

𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 (𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝖺𝖺𝗁<333)

𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌!!: 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒. 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖼𝖾-𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆/𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌.

𝖨𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 (𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 + 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌/𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗍𝗏.)

𝖲𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍 (𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽...) 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝖡𝖴𝖸 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾-𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒/𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺���𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 '𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒' 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗒:

'𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾!', '𝖺𝗐𝗁𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽', '𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎!', '𝖺𝗐𝗁 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒'

𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾+𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌/𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ('𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄! 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌!')

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽-𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 :(

(𝖪𝖺𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖼: 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍/𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈.)

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 (𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽𝗌)

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺! (𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾!)

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈 <3

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾/𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀!!) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒 :(<3

𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿: '𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋? <3', '𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒?', '𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾?',

𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈... 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 "𝗁𝖾𝗒 ____ 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 (𝗒/𝗇)." 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮)

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌/𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 with 𝗒𝗈𝗎. (𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽,, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀?) 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 (𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿/𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌.) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇 (𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗁𝗁 :<)

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮!!! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙪 𝙨𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚 !! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[wolfhard13]

"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."

synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)

notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry

ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.

you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.

and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)

he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.

so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.

right?

-

it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.

"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.

katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."

"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."

"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.

the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.

"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."

"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."

"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"

"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"

the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.

"all of you, shut the hell up!"

"just admit it. you're in love."

he gritted his teeth.

"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.

"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.

you froze.

what?

was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?

your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?

..right?

"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"

you held your breath.

"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."

your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.

insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.

you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.

had you just been deluding yourself all this time?

you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.

-

it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.

katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.

on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.

but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.

you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.

you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.

-

katsuki was dying.

two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.

he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.

katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.

and it was fucking killing him.

he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?

he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.

he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.

he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.

he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.

he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.

-

it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.

usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.

the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.

not just away, but away from him.

the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.

and he saw that you weren’t you.

he stared.

throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.

katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.

you blinked up at him. "...what?"

his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.

no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.

"are you okay..?"

"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"

he reached down and grabbed you.

gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)

you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.

"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."

you blinked, suddenly breathless.

he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.

you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.

not at first, anyway.

because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?

you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.

he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.

you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.

“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.

he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”

you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”

“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."

you snort. "the hell?"

he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”

you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.

instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.

you sit like that for a long time.

finally, he speaks up, his voice low.

"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"

your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.

"nothing," you settle with.

he gives you a look.

you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.

"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.

but he did.

and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.

you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.

"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."

your breath hitches.

"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."

you think you might cry.

"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."

you hold back a giggle.

"i love you."

the world stills.

you don’t move.

you don’t speak.

hell, you're scared to breathe.

your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.

he said it.

he said it.

and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.

his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.

you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.

no teasing.

no trying to be brave or play it all off.

just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.

you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.

his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.

you say nothing.

you don’t need to.

because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.

you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.

he breathes in too.

slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.

you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)

you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.

"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.

you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.

"i love you too."

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SatoSugu trying on your Bras?

Random oneshot that I got the idea for when I was scrolling the SatoSugu x reader tag

Pure crack, fluff, suggestive of you squint, SatoSugu are dorks

It was a peaceful day. You were out on a small shopping spree with Shoko, and Satoru and Suguru were at home snuggling in bed together.

Suguru was reading his book peacefully until he felt Satoru shift his head to the direction of your shared closet.

“Do you… ever wonder what it feels like?”

Suguru put his book down and sighed.

“I literally have no clue what you are talking about right now.”

“I mean like, the weight of them. Do they feel any different, or are they just there?”

“What are you on about right now?”

Satoru let out a dramatic huff and rolled his eyes back to Suguru.

“Boobs, obviously!”

Suguru stared at his pale boyfriend in confusion.

“Huh?”

Satoru got out of bed with a jump, taking half the blankets with him.

“I’m saying that I want to know what it’s like! I want to feel the weight of a pair of bazonkas on me like a real woman!”

Bazonkas? Satoru must’ve completely lost his mind.

“Don’t you understand me??” He wailed

Suguru pulled the blankets back up and went back to reading.

“Not. At. All.”

“Augh! The betrayal!” Satoru moaned as he fell back onto the bed.

“If you’re so curious just go try on one of y/n’s bras or something.” Suguru said as he gave Satoru a slight shove with his foot.

That made Satoru jump up excitedly.

“That’s it! You’re a genius, come on let’s try!” He said, throwing Sugurus book to the side and pulling him towards the closet.

“Wha- Hey! I was talking about you not me idiot!”

Satoru opened the closet door with a flair and started pulling out all sorts of lacey things.

“It can’t be just me, if she finds out I’ll get in sooo much trouble!”

“If that’s the case then won’t I also be getting in trouble?” Suguru said, dodging a red thong Satoru threw his way.

Satoru came out of the closet with a handful of bras and set them on the bed.

“Well yeah… but it’ll be split between the two of us so it won’t be as bad!” He said, as he stripped his shirt off, throwing it across the room somewhere.

Suguru sighed and began to remove his shirt too. “Fine. But I’m telling her this was your idea if it comes down to it.”

“Yea yea whatever, here put this one on.”

Satoru held out a purple bra, decorated with lace.

Suguru took it from his hands and began to put it on. He faintly remembered seeing it the first time you got it, but he was too distracted by other things to actually notice all the small details on it.

When he turned around he saw Satoru stuffing a silky blue bra with socks.

“You look…”

Satoru turned to face him fully. “Look sexy as hell? I totally see why she has so many now.”

“I was gonna say stupid.”

“Ugh rude!” Satoru says as he throws a sock at Suguru.

Suguru catches it smoothly and lets out a laugh.

“I know, I’m sooo mean. Now help me take this thing off before she gets home.”

Suguru turns around and moves his hair over his shoulder.

“Aww but I was having fun! Are you sure you wanna take it off already?”

Suguru just rolls his eyes at him.

“Yes Satoru, now take it off please.”

Satoru laughs at the annoyance in his tone and reaches up to help remove the bra.

Only… the clips are a little finicky, and that strap looks twisted, and this clamp wasn’t as hard to put on as it is to take off.”

Satorus palm are starting to get sweaty and then Suguru asks, “what’s taking so long? Just unclip it already.”

“I’m trying! It just won’t come undone!”

Suguru turns around.

“Alright let me try yours, it can’t be that hard”

“You can try, but this thing is locked to hell and back.”

Satoru turns around and Suguru tries to unclip the bra for him.

“What the hell-“

“See I told you so!”

“Just give me a minute! I know I can get it…”

Suguru furrows his brows and tries to concentrate on unhooking it, but it’s just not coming undone.

“Oh god, my beautiful nipples will forever be hidden from this poor world! I’m like a maiden locked in Chasity!” Satoru cries.

“Stop being so dramatic.” Suguru says, wiping his palms on his pants “We can just cut it off if we have to.”

Satoru gasps “No we can’t! We’ll get in trouble for sure if she finds out…”

“Well how else are we supposed to-“

Their argument was cut short by the sounds of keys unlocking their apartment door. They looked at each other in unison, and thought one thing:

“Shit.”

Satoru scrambled around for his long forgotten T shirt while Suguru ran around collecting all of the lingerie Satoru had thrown around earlier.

“Shit shit shit, where’s my fucking shirt?!”

Your footsteps were starting to get closer now and the boys panic was only growing more.

“No time, quick!” Suguru grabbed Satoru by the hair and pulled him into bed under the covers with him right as you opened the door.

“H-hi honey!” Satoru chirped nervously, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

You set your shopping bags down and walked to the side of the bed.

“Aww were you two having fun without me? I wanna join too!”

The two began to sweat as you got closer.

“I- It’s not like that! We were just uhm… uh…”

“Come on, there’s no need to be embarrassed, let’s just finish where you two left off yea?” You grabbed the edge of the blanket.

“Nonononono-“ They screeched, trying to keep their bodies hidden.

To their horror however, you managed to pry the blanket out of their hands, revealing their lace-covered bodies.

“What the fu-“

[wolfhard13]

Kenma likes this habit you have when you kiss him. You usually do this when he’s at practice. Sweating so much and obviously tired.

“He always slacks when you’re around. You baby him too much.” Kuroo and Kenma glare at each other.

“Sorry! I’ll make sure he’s on his A game for the next set.” You smile, peeling and handing a banana to Kenma.

“Thank you.” He mumbles munching on the banana.

You guys talk for a little a bit until Kuroo is calling him over. He grumbles but before he leaves, you call out to him.

“Ken?” He hums glancing your way.

You stand up and kiss him, his eyes go wide for a bit but he relaxes. Your hands sneak into his damp hair. Pulling the strands together and tying it all while deepening the kiss.

When you pull away a chunk of his hair falls forward, leaving it layered. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he blushes, chewing on his lip. You smile as you push the strand of hair behind his ear.

“Alright! All ready.”

As he walks to the court he has to put up with a teasing Lev and Yamamoto.

He doesn’t mind though, he’ll put up with all of that if it means you’ll kiss him like that again.

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more texts w/bf! kenma kozume

ft. kuroo

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Hinata Shoyo x Reader: Good Unexpected

Hello there! This is the first time I’ve ever posted any of my writing, so I hope you enjoy reading! I had a really fun time writing about my favorite ray of sunshine and may or may not have gotten carried away with the word count whoops :P Constructive feedback or just comments in general are welcome~

Word count:  6600

Warning(s): None

Another close win for Karasuno’s male volleyball team had a crowd on their feet and a roar echoing throughout the building. There were five volleyball courts in the structure, but none had a more rambunctious crowd in that moment than the once Flightless Crows. The match wasn’t an all too significant one, but it claimed the boys another opportunity to play in this charity tournament, and that’s all they needed to keep their drive going. In the chaos of cheering students, players on break, family members, and those who had simply been enraptured by the match, a duo of young females ushered out muffled apologies of ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ more times than they could count as they edged their way through. A short blonde stuck closely beside her fellow classmate in the sea of people, letting out a breath of relief upon seeing a gap to a less crowded section of the stadium. 

“Yachi, could you text Kiyoko and tell her we’re on our way? Takinoue and Shimada said they’d take care of the banner since the next match is tomorrow,” you instructed.

“Sure thing,” Yachi replied with a small nod, fishing her phone from her back pocket.

You both continued your move down a set of stairs, searching for the main entrance to court three, on which Karasuno had just played.

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Hihi, can I request a tired-needy Nagi or Rin who just wants to just indulge in your presence, or voice, after an exhausting week full to destress and decompress?

need you, right now ‎⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚

nagi seishiro, rin itoshi x reader / warnings : 1 curse word

synopsis : your boyfriend is completely exhausted from practice and just needs you to be there.

a/n : MY FIRST EVER REQUEST YAY!! tysm for requesting

nagi seishiro

rin itoshi