#'that won't help make you God... nor will it make you a star' he's talking about HIMSELF
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something about teru's continuous struggle to be humble. something about mob's teaching was the reason why he wanted to temper his ego. something about him facing off something that calls itself god, and also with the likeness of mob ohhh this is so fucked up
"I am god" and he looks like the one person teru genuinely looks up to. his fight against the brainwashing is him refusing to bow down to anyone. god and faith and pedestals and prayer and reverence. guys. GUYS
#teruki hanazawa#mp100#mob psycho 100#linktoo rambles#'I've had enough of you fools trying to control people through power'#'that won't help make you God... nor will it make you a star' he's talking about HIMSELF#and him saying strong emotions will help him fight brainwashing and then.... and then the words he heard from mob long ago wake him up SOB#I love you teru
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Bark For Me
Sometimes @turbulentscrawl has to hear me be silly lol (a lot) with one brain cell active when in matches with Fool's Gold
Rated: Mature | Warnings: pet play (in horny jail again)
It was a joke! You told him that, repeatedly, what you said was a joke! You should have known he would take to the next step and further.
“Norton, I was kidding!” Nervous as the hunter removes his belt.
“And so am I. Let's play a little while longer.” Using to his advantage your inability to fight back from being downed by his attack. Even if he is your partner, both of him, he will still do his job. Norton will make sure it is quick.
You make a gagging sound as he wraps the belt around your neck and pulls before locking it in place by the buckle, a sadistic grin on his face as you grab the belt and are dragged closer to him while on your knees.
“Bark.” He says with a sudden serious face.
“What!?” Shocked yet you should not given he loves degrading you before fucking you. Hunter Norton likes to see you in tears and sucks at aftercare.
“Bark or I can chair you.”
You glare at him, “...” Going on all fours and glaring at him, “Woof.”
He laughs, long and hard, even hitting his knee as if that was the greatest joke of all time! “God, you are something else, sparky.” Oh, fuck him for taking this too far. “Now bark with some enthusiasm!”
You do it, and you do it louder too, you swear to never joke around him again! The alarm goes off singling the ciphers are done but you know Norton won't let you live just yet.
“Hmm, I can see the appeal.” Walking with you crawling on your hands and knees towards the dungeon, “Think about it, you can either behave and get rewarded. Or you can be a bitch and get muzzled.”
You say nothing nor do you move after that statement.
“Maybe this will get you to start behaving with me, sparky.”
You roll your eyes.
“Give me your paw.” Gesturing as he presents his broken hand, “Come on, come on, pup.” Talking to you as if you are a dog.
It was risky your reaction but you attacked him, pushing him forward and growling at him before hopping into the dungeon.
“Oh, come on! I was teasing!”
“No, fuck you! Fuck you my knees and palm hurt!”
“That sounds like the usual— I was kidding! Don't ignore me. Come on, sparky.” You refuse to acknowledge him as you are about to leave the room you both went to in order to meet after the match. Norton is sorry but you are not pleased nor forgiving at the moment.
“Maybe if you get on your knees and crawl around in the fucking snow, I might look at you.” Huffing, you are at the door but not opening it, he tugs on your shirt with his good hand; you move with him until he has you sitting down on the old couch. It took a lot of work to make the attic both comfortable and breathable. Both Nortons had to for once put something above themselves and worked together to make this space. Greed can be useful! Especially when that greed is towards you.
It is not a five-star luxury hotel level but you loved it, adding your touch to their work.
A pocket of peace.
“(Name).” Soft-toned, “I am very sorry.” Your foot bounces your leg. “I didn't mean it. You looked really good and you know I can't help myself around you.”
“Pft, sounds like a you problem, goldie.”
“Please forgive me.” Resting his head on your lap. His chest pressed against your legs, “So sorry.” Look up at you with a sweet smile. The height difference is humorous yet endearing given this Fool's Gold who often is an ass.
“Hmm,” Norton picks his head up to kiss where the belt left its mark, the mark is not too bad but you had removed it after coming out of the dungeon and you swore you going to burn his damn belt! “Fine. God, I hate when you use begging against me.” Because you do and are very weak to how his voice lowers, his eyes half shut, and the way he just submits.
Awful man, terrible man, and you love him so much. Norton knows it, both of them do!
Pushing buttons because you are their ‘spark’ and they love that fire of yours roar with life. May you never change.
The hunter laughs as you pet his hair while grumbling about him being nice or something.
#reader insert#idv#norton campbell x you#norton campbell x reader#idv fool's gold#fool's gold x you#fool's gold idv#fool's gold x reader#idv norton#idv x you#idv x reader#identity v x reader#identity v x you
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Okay I want to know your thoughts on simbar as parents. Like what do you imagine Simon would be as a dad and Ambar as a mom??
Simón is the kind of dad that would 100% unironically get into a nerf brawl with his kids inside the house. Then Ámbar would get home from work and be like "Why are there two vases and one photo frame broken?😠"
That's not to say that she's not fun though, she can be, promise, but one of them has to be the responsible adult sometimes or everything would be a mess.
Simón can also be strict, don't let his playfulness fool you. He's just a different kind of strict. While Ámbar is the one to yell and ground them, Simón is the kind to sit them down to have a serious talk with them about their misbehavior, digging the knife deep with the awfully devastating "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed." Which, honestly? It's kinda worse than any yelling.
Both love to spoil their kids rotten. Ámbar tries to control herself but she just grew up with so much and it just feels right to give her kids the same and more. What she really makes sure to give them lots of is affection; hugs, kisses, cuddles, words of affirmation; everything she wished she could've had as a kid. Old habits die hard tho, and she sometimes finds herself acting a little like Sharon and then feels like a monster when she realizes it. Simón is always there for her when that happens to assure her that she's a great mom, that she would never be like Sharon. They're both bound to make mistakes, they're not perfect, but they're learning, and they're in this together.
Ámbar is more overprotective and the one that cries when they give their first step or on their first day of kindergarten. Simón is convinced he's the cool dad (he's a popstar after all) but in truth he's an absolute goof. He's also away a lot when they're on tour and he feels very guilty for that, especially if he misses some milestone in his kids' lives due to being out of the country. He works his best to be as present as he can when he's between albums tho.
Also, Simón makes up a looot of songs for their kids-- A song for bedtime, a song for lunchtime, a song for bathtime, any little thing that comes to his mind really. They're very catchy and Ámbar sings them to the kids too because she loves them and she loves how creative her husband is.
Ámbar helps them with homework and Simón teaches them how to play guitar. All their kids have great singing voices, and while most people tend to assume is because of Simón, Simón always states that they got it from their mom; he defends this at every interview.
There are some stressful times sometimes. Taking care of kids it's a lot of time consuming and draining and both have jobs to think about out in addition to it all. Ámbar gets overwhelmed sometimes by everything she has to do and she snaps at everyone to be quiet; music is not always fun, nor is noise. That's why Simón's got his own sound-proof room in the house where he can work on music, otherwise Ámbar would lose her shit. Simón loves his kids, he really does, but when he's trying to work on a song or having a virtual interview or he just hasn't slept much lately, and they won't stop playing the piano at random and moving around the expensive guitars, and god almighty, dropping them, he needs to take a walk to calm down. Both parents learned quickly to leave Simón's study locked during the night after waking up many times to one or more of their kids playing around with the instruments because 'they want to be a rockstar like daddy!'
Simón feels bad sometimes tbh. It's great that their kids are not afraid to dream big, but when it gets harder to make them focus on school because "why do we need to go to school if we want to be stars" he almost wishes he had a regular job like Ámbar. He also wishes that when paparazzi try to get close to their kids, especially when he's out on tour and he feels like he's leaving Ámbar to fend for herself. Ámbar, though, has never needed his help to put people in their place. She's a force to be reckon with, one of the reasons he fell in love with her, and she maintains order both outside and inside the house. How she manages, Simón doesn't know, but he absolutely admires her for it. Every time someone dares imply that maybe Simón would be happier with someone also working on the industry, someone who would understand his lifestyle better, he immediately shots it down; Ámbar is exactly what he needs, in fact, it's more than he deserves, and he couldn't be more grateful that she's the mother of his kids. He doesn't think he could do any of this without her. She tells him that he could, but she's always had more faith in him than himself.
If Ámbar wasn't the mom, Simón isn't sure he would've been a dad at all. If it wasn't for Simón, Ámbar was certain she wouldn't have been a mom at all. But they're both oh so happy that they are. Even when it gets tough, their family is what they love the most in the world, and they wouldn't change their lives for anything.
#sorry for taking so long to reply anon- this was long 😂#I was writing off the top of my head- I hope this makes sense and that I don't change my mind about this in the future#but it's always a posibility#cynthia speaks#anon#answered#simbar
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For the writing prompt game to warm up your mood for writing! 😍
14. For Miraak and dearest Elentari! 😘
thank you for the prompt! I couldn't resist being a bit crafty and using this one to write a little piece that you may well see again in some form in the future (hint, hint), but you might also recognise some lines from a chapter I already have up... 😼💖
#14: A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.
"Years I have dreamed of you," Miraak rasps on what Elentari knows is the last night, "and not once have I ever seen you in the flesh. You look like no man, nor any mer I have ever known. Your soul is the same as mine, though there are no others like me. Do I get to meet you, Light-bringer, or are you nothing more than a lie?"
The ache that grips Elentari's heart is enough to eclipse all thought, all breath, all sense. For a moment, she dangles on the precipice of throwing all caution to the wind, of telling him who and what she is, of seizing the tapestry that time has made of them and tearing out thread after thread until the world behaves according to her will—but they've talked about this, argued and sobbed themselves hoarse over it, and there's no other way.
He won't allow it to be any other way.
What she knows is this: his rebellion has been discovered, and in the morning, his temple will fall under siege. He will fight, all dragonfire and dragon-fury, absorbing so many souls that he'll feel like a god ripped from the heavens, but at the end, they'll adorn Vahlok with Konahrik's golden mask and charge him with ending the life of the man who had been his brother in all but blood. Vahlok's sword will deal a deathblow, a wound to the chest in the same place as the wound that once killed her, and as Miraak lies near-dying in the snow and rubble of sundered land, Hermaeus Mora will drag him to Apocrypha and steal away his memories of her until she Shouts them back into him.
She swallows and makes the choice that is no true choice at all. “You’ll meet me after the World-Eater falls,” she tells him, and if her voice is only a hairsbreadth above a whisper, it’s because she knows it’ll shatter apart if she dares lift it. The star-bright sky of their dreamscape winks out as one of them drifts closer to waking, either her in the Fourth Era or him in the Merethic, but first, she brushes a long strand of golden-blond hair from his face, cups his fine-stubbled cheeks in her hands, and whispers, “You won’t know me by sight, nor I you, and the words you speak will be foreign to me—but I promise you, dear heart, our souls will recognise one another as surely as dawn follows darkness.”
And gods help her, when she leans in, she seals her promise.
They’ve shared desperate kisses like this so often in her time, she knows how one of his hands will cup the back of her head, how his slender fingers will wind into her loose waves of silvery hair, and how the other will curl draconic about her waist, urging her closer until they could be soul-to-soul were he his future self, garbed in sun-fierce Dragon Aspect to match the lunar radiance of her own.
She knows how neatly she’ll fit in his lap when he pulls her in, and how it feels to wonder who begins where, who ends where, whether it matters at all.
She knows that when he wakes, she’ll be gone and he’ll be left to his fate, and when she wakes—
When she wakes, he’ll be right beside her, strong arms around her and straight, proud nose buried in her hair, and four thousand years and only a single night will have passed.
#asks#ask game#miraak#oc: elentari#i fear no fate (for you are my fate)#otp: i fear no fate (for you are my fate)#it's nice to publish something about these two again while i carry on plugging away at chapter five 🥰
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// Concerning Furina's acting during those 500 years && what all humanity she had to sacrifice to keep the act.
Spoilers ahead !!
-- So when focalors stated that she have to act for 500 years, it means that she would act fully && entirely as one -- meaning this doesn't only revolve with the way she acts, think , speak and move herself but also she had to act and pretend everything on what she feels at the moment to what she likes.
here are things i think that she had to sacrifice to make his role believable --
A god doesn't get sick , so furina should never show that she gets sick or is sick , remember focalors stated that she had removed any sort of divinity from her body, yes she is an immortal human but she is still a human , therefore she still get sick like every humans during those 500 years ago, she doesn't have the immunity to it . I see that furina would try his very best to hide her unwell feeling -- of course she couldn't just tell she can't show up cause she was sick , nor be able to buy medicine to help fight off the sickness , cause this would get fontainian thinking. so i just imagined poor furina alone in her room ,enduring all the fevers and aches she had.
Also this includes wounds and hurts she could have attained, a god would never get hurt or have wounds in the body -- so furina have to maintain a perfect skin && avoids getting even the smallest scratches. Cause if she had one-- people would expect it to heal quickly and won't have any markings left
She hadn't had eaten anything she had liked , (well except for the sweets of course.) but considering with how she had stacked up macaronis in his story quest the moment she had left to live his free life, i assume that her eating habit, always have revolved on what people think a God would have eaten., perhaps its got to be fine and elegant food , or maybe she barely eats cause obviously a good doesn't need to eat a lot? cause you're a good don't you? plus i always think that furina has to dine with someone, with her busy schedule, of course she would eat someone that has a business with her. And imagine her eating the same food over && over && over again, & people is watching if he used the right cultery or if she ate too much or not. I just think furinas food choices & preferences are watched by her people.
Privacy, i know that furina's schedule had always been tight but , i want to talk about the extent of her not having a privacy; furina is considered to be a god of fontaine, but at the same time she is the most famous and loved star , and don't you dare say that she has a choice on how many people she can meet a day ? no , of course not she doesn't have any -- she doesn't have the right to refuse , may it be interviews from steambird, people , visitors , guards, melusines , she is bombarded 24/7 by people-- heck even neuvelette is watching her ( she pointed it out on the archon quest that neuvelette is following her ) , so when she accepted this role, furina came to terms , that she isn't allowed with any privacy. Yes perhaps she had one in her room, but considering that there are probably guards outside guarding her room , she just can't just fully drop her act, cause there's situations where she is needed urgently and if she drops it , she would have a risk to get caught.
I just see that furina has a lof of things to sacrifice, && despite that she didn't lose focus on her goal and that's why i love her a lot. her resolves is dauntless, and she needs more love.
Will add more when i had something more to add
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I wrote a fic called "Sad angel". It wouldn't be fair to not write another one called "Sad demon".
Forgive the mistakes if there are please, English is still not my native language 😅
Enjoy sweetheart ❤
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Crowley is upset because he discovered one of the stars he helped to create died.
Stars are like his children and they are parts of his past life, his angelic life, a life he can't go back to.
Time flies, but his mistakes are not forgiven. It's like he is punished again. Death and God are just playing with his feelings. They know exactly where to strike to hurt him the most. He resents them, but he can't avenge himself, nor the sleeping star.
He grieves his lost child, he grieves a piece of himself. "It's not fair" he thinks in loop. "It's not fair."
He feels lonely, so lonely he tries to sleep to forget his pain, but his body and head won't allow it.
He cries in bed for a week, a month or more. He tends to lose track of time when sadness and wrath pour into his mind.
Time flies, and his hair grows longer, his feathers start to fall as seasons pass by. He refuses to move. The floor of his bedroom is soon covered in black and red.
He still can't find the strenght to reach out the phone and call him. Call Aziraphale, the only living being who might still care about him.
He won't have to. The angel's senses have been tingling a while when he finally decides to do something about it.
Aziraphale enters the flat. He neither has time to knock nor to wait for the demon to open up. He knows something isn't right. He is sure of one thing : he won't let Crowley down.
He carefully steps in and avoids walking of the hair. He slowly puts his hand of the tempter's shoulder and sits on the border of the bed.
This one is surprised to see him, then ashamed to be seen in such a pityful state. He orders to be left alone in a scream and covers himself with the sheets, but both know it's no use. Silence in the room.
Aziraphale doesn't force him to tell him what he is doing on. He starts to clean a little, and only then he sees a redhead coming out of its hideout.
They talk for a bit, burst into tears and find reassurance in each other's arms. That's all Crowley ever wished for before, but he can't enjoy it as much as he would like.
The pain and sorrow are still there, his heart still heavy. The warmness makes it lighter, he feels better. He simply regrets the only miracle he can't perfom is to bring back the deads.
Aziraphale knows he can't heal a broken heart, but he knows the broken pieces can stay together when someone is there to hold them back.
"There there, let it flood."
"Sorry..."
"I don't want to hear that. Your feelings matter, you can unveil them to me anytime."
Crowley doesn't add anything. He openly sobs and weeps to the point he has got no tears left. He feels drained, empty, yet good to have let it all out.
"Thank you angel. I needed that."
"Of course."
Aziraphale shifts a lock of ginger hair away from his eyes and bows to kiss the displayed forehead.
"Should we trim that?"
"Yes please."
The polite word escaped his lips before he could consider. He closes his eyes. It's preferable to ignore his nature for tonight.
#crowley#aziraphale#neil gaiman#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphalexcrowley#goodomens#david tennant#good omens incorrect quotes#michael sheen#terry pratchett#sad demon#starmaker#sorrow
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＊ MOLLYMAUK ﹠ ❛ RELIGION. ROLL 4 , MODIFER +6 , TOTAL 10 .
it is not caleb's watch , but they lay awake on their back staring up through the translucent ceiling of the tiny hut all the same. the night sky offers no answer , nor do their dreams. caleb has half a mind to flip the bird to catha , ruidus , and the stars that form a constellation that looks similar to the symbol of the arch heart if he squints and tilts his head the perfect angle.
when @tcaleaf shifts , caleb stops pretending he is asleep and turns his head towards them. does the moonweaver talk to them ? how much help does she offer , and how much does mollymauk give in return ? he's heard of followers of the gods receiving premonition of their journies in sleep , but caleb's dreams have been the same for as long as he can remember : fire and screaming and eventual darkness. the logical conclusion is this : caleb does not pray , so corellon does not respond.
caleb breaks the silence with a whispered question. " does the moonweaver speak to you ? in dreams ? in those tarot cards that you carry ? " he's ashamed to admit that the arch heart won't even send a spark of acknowledgement , so he doesn't admit it at all. it's better this way for him if they ignore each other. what kind of champion does this make him ? " i have no idea where we are meant to go next. maybe she has given you direction. "
#this is an ability check in the vaguest of ways but i am very happy i rolled low#ANS.#TIMELINE : CHAMPION.#tcaleaf
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Hi friend I stumbled across your blog 2 months ago and I've been lurking around here ever since haha. But recently I've been in a very bad dark place mentally I can't seem to turn away from these thoughts I feel like God has turned away from me and sometimes I don't blame him because I don't have anything I can offer him I don't really know how to pray but if I knew how I think he might listen I just don't feel good anymore at all I feel as though I get worse everyday I think maybe therapy is a good start but I can't even begin to afford that but I seriously need God's help but how do I talk to him wholeheartedly? Does that mean to just be honest? I don't know. But in so many words I just wanted to say seeing you here makes me realize not all the good people are gone sometimes its hard to remember that because lately I haven't been around much good sorry I talk so much haha I barely talk in real life anymore so this is probably a consequence of that if you even read this at all thank you very much my friend.
hey!! 😊😊👋🏼
Okay, let's address the important things first —
1. God has not turned away from you nor will He ever do so. Let that set in 😊😊😊. I can share with you endless verses of God's unconditional and unfazed love towards you, but know this: each one of us just as equally special and important to Him. There's this verse where they say that God "counts the stars and calls them each by name". I like to think it's about us 😊😊. He wants to be our safe place. The place where we take solace in His love and understandings. Please try to not think as if He doesn't want to hear from you; He very much does.
There was this post about praying, it was really moving to me and has stucked with me since: It emphasized how important it was to have a constant relationship with Jesus Christ so when we finally meet Him, He won't respond "it's been a while since I've heard from you" but instead He'll happily say "now that's a familiar voice I know". sigh- 😊😊 Isn't that motivating? That's my goal now. I think you should make yours as well 😊😊
There's no "right" way to prayer. Just talk to Him in any way possible okay? Talk to Him about everything and nothing. Your worries, your joys, your day. It's better to let it out than let your thoughts and the heaviness in you eat you away. He'll always be there willingly to hear from you 😊😊 All you need to offer Him is your trust.
2. This is just as important as what I wrote above: I don't believe that faith alone saves us or helps overcome our inner struggles. I think you also need to take care of yourself physically snd emotionally. Whether it is your space, who you surround yourself with, what you watch or scroll through, your intrusive thoughts, and more. I understand that you can't afford therapy and that's okay; for now you need to do what you must to find helpful resources and videos to watch that might help you better improve your well being. Moreover, try doing more of the things that brings you joy and peace in life, okay? 😊😊
We can't just dwell on our quietness and sadness. Believe me, I've been there and I still have those days, but.. I have to keep looking up 😊😊
I added a couple of affirmation links for you to use. It won't solve everything, but it's something that I'd appreciate you look at so it can inspire you to be a little bit more positive.
https://nowpsych.com/20-affirmations-for-depression/
https://www.asthebirdfliesblog.com/posts/positive-affirmations-for-depression
3. Please don't ever apologize for "talking too much" — you're okay. I laughed at the lurking part, IT'S OKAYYYY. I'm really glad to know I come off as a positive influence to you 😊😊😊
okay, I hope I made sense? I'll be praying for you, friend. I'm rooting for you.
#i'm sure there's more i can add but this is all i can offer at the moment.#hope this helps in any way#asks#personal
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Your relationship with Dwight.
Where do I begin?
For reasons that may or may not be obvious, my attraction towards him didn't start until fairly recent.
We started out as enemies, of course, being as he was actively seeking to harm and wipe out the people that I had just come to know as family. The hatred only intensified when Chance came into the picture. In fact, it wasn't until then that we communicated.
Our first conversation was where I realized that he and I... weren't so different. And it was pretty terrifying seeing practically your own words thrown back at you. People only seek relationships to gain something, to take something. A sentiment that I'd held for most of my memorable life.
Then he went and spared my nephew after playing a card game. And I started to wonder. And that wonder turned into action when I spoke to him that New Years. We were both intoxicated (him being more so than myself) and he opened up to me just a very, very little but it was enough for me to see what I needed to.
Fast forward a little, I started to fall ill, memories started to resurface and I... attempted to take my own life. I survived of course, as I almost always do. Midge and I were visiting Dwight's base to check on my son/her Isteo and he noticed that I didn't physically look well. Because of... the situation some words were said that threw me into a panic attack which later resulted in a cardiac arrest and coma, and I was under his care.
As a spirit, I liked to mess around with him and his stuff and I couldn't really go beyond the ship anyways, so we spent a lot of time together in a way. I would make or leave him things; he would come check on me and talk to me through Hal (who could project my voice). I started to enjoy his company. I was not ready to admit that.
I was not ready to accept any feelings I'd had for a man who had hurt the people I love so deeply and thoroughly. Who cast aside his own son, leaving him with people who should have wished him nothing but harm. Thankfully, that didn't turn out to be the case.
Even then, I knew that it was wrong to feel anything but animosity for Dwight. But it was getting harder to ignore...
He was there for me when I woke up, would frequently make sure I was comfortable, would come play cards with me, and God how was I so fucking blind, slept with me a few times in the hospital bed after a nightmare.
To wrap this up, we didn't admit the feelings we'd been developing for each other until after Harmonia kidnapped me, killed me a few times, and Dwight and Chance came to rescue me. Dwight.... took an icicle to the torso that was meant for me. He told me that he loved me before- ahem- well anyways obviously he lived, At the time... I didn't think he would.
My son and I also had heart-to-heart about the situation afterwards.
And now, he's my boyfriend. I love him whole-heartedly and unabashedly. He's shown me what real, romantic love is supposed to be, what it means to have autonomy in a relationship. We know each other in and out, can tell each other anything and everything,
Most days I wonder why he's put up with me for so long. I'm still learning what it's like to be in a healthy partnership. Hell, to be healthy, period. Any other person would have just given up on me, but he has been patient and reassuring. Loving and comforting. Protecting.
And although he's plenty capable enough, I can't help but lay everything on the line to make sure that he, Leera, and the rest of our family are safe no matter what.
I'm so proud of the man Counselor's turned himself into and I wouldn't want him any other way. I will never forget what he's done, nor will I ever excuse it or minimize it. But I also won't underestimate the amount of growth he's gone through the past few years.
I'm happy to be his and happy to call him my own. And after so long of wishing for it, albeit in a more depressing manner, he's taken me over the stars.
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Manjiro Sano x Little Sister!Reader
I don't know what this is just read
Part 2: HERE
" God Please!! I'll do anything, Just give them back! Please, Let Mikey-nii have his happiness...just give all his sufferings to me, I can take it all "
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*CRASH*
"Onni chan that's enough"
A soft voice rang through the room reaching the ears of the white haired man. Mikey look up to see his youngest sister, Y/n looking at him with anticipation. The number 2 of Bonten, Sanzu Haruchiyo hurriedly goes into her room earlier for his older brother is having another episode of his dark impulsivity.
" Y/n "
" Mikey nii, you have to stop this already, Shin nii and Emma nee won't like what you're currently doing to yourself! "
" Stay out of this Y/n, this has nothing to do with you.. "
Mikey stand up from his bed and starting to walk out of his room
" Emma nee told me to take care of you! Keisuke and Shin nii too!! I promised them!! I promised them that I'll always look out for you.."
" You don't have to, I can take care of myself..."
Y/n gritted her teeth from the nonchalant tone of her brother "why can't you just let me in! just let me help you onii chan!"
Mikey snapped his head towards y/n giving her a deadly glare "I don't need you to take care of me nor do I need your help, you didn't even manage to save Emma from that hit back then, you're there and you didn't even do a thing, you just simply stood there and watch her get hit by Kisaki, so what gives you the right to say that you'll help me if you are even one of the reason I'm like this?!" He shouted while stomping out of the room. Y/n knows that he didn't mean any of it, she knows that it's just his dark impulsivity talking and they will eventually make up, but why...why does it hurt hearing it right from his own brother, y/n also blamed herself that time, mikey nii is right, she was there that time with takemitchy, yet she didn't able to do anything for her sister. Y/n carried that burden but choose not to dwell in it for she needs to be strong for her brother, well up until now before mikey bluntly mention it deeply wounding his little sister.
Y/n already knows that mikey kind of didn't like her, even when they were young, mikey is a bit jealous of y/n for having most of shinichiro's attention, it's also obvious that he favours Emma much more even though they spent more years together.
'Im not surprised anymore that he really hates me now' Y/n though with tears streaming down her cheeks 'I wonder...if I'm the one who dies, will he cry and grieve for me? I mean, he kind of grieved for Izana nii's death and they only met like once or twice so maybe?...'
Y/n wiped her tears off and go back to her room, she look out of the balcony and stare at the night sky, how beautiful it is, she think back to her younger days where Shinichiro bio would always take her into a nightly rides, Emma and her having a girl's night out, and mikey, even though he didn't like her so much, still give her some candies and dorayaki for a treat.
Y/n close her eyes tightly, her hands into a praying position making a wish to the thousand of stars that is currently littering the beautiful night sky and praying to the God out there who she hopefully will listen to her wish.
" God, Please! I'll do anything, Just give them back, I want Mikey nii to be happy!! Just give all his sufferings to me, Please, I'll pay the price, my life, my soul, my whole fucking existence even though I know it's so insignificant!! Just Please, please!! "
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" Mikey! wake up already! " A hand suddenly tug his blanket down taking away the comforting feels, Mikey shot his eyes open once he heard the familiar voice of his sister, Emma.
'Wtf? Did I took some of sanzus drugs for myself?' mikey asked himself while standing up, he walks out of his room toward the dining table for breakfast, imagine the shock and bewilderment he feels when he not only find his already dead sister, why the hell is Shinichiro here?!
Okay that's it, 'i think I'm still high' mikey slap himself and pinch his face, unfortunately/fortunately he really is not hallucinating
"Manjiro, you alright?" His older brother asked him while looking at him worriedly
Mikey suddenly tear up when he realized that they're indeed real, Emma and Shinichiro is alive, he's also back in his 16 years old body, is this what takemitchy means by going back in time? But shinichiro's alive?
Emma and Shinichiro hurriedly went to Mikey's side to check if there's something wrong with their overly confident brother. Mikey just shake them off with his famous close eyed smile, saying that he's really alright before giving each of them a tight hug.
" I had this really weird dream where you guys are dead, Baji is dead and I disbanded Toman "
" Huh? You disbanding Toman? That's impossible, also, were alive manjiro, keisuke too is alive, so whatever dream you have, don't mind it already. "
"ahh your right, I just find it funny how I became the leader of a criminal organization in my dream...oh and there's also y/n, she's the only one that I have left in that dream, i should apologize to her later, after all, I said some pretty mean things to her, even though it's only a dream."
Shinichiro and Emma just stared at him strangely like he just said something weird
"speaking of, where's y/n? I dont see her, shouldn't wake her up Emma??"
"Mikey...Who's Y/n?"
Mikey stops himself from eating and stares at his two siblings
"she's our sister, Emma what do you mean who's y/n?"
"I don't know anyone named y/n, there's only 4 of us siblings, izana included, though he's not here right now for he's with kakucho..." Shinichiro said. Mikey excuse himself from the dining table and went to find his younger sister, y/n's old room inside the sano household only to find it just full of boxes and useless things.
Mikey felt fear creeps into his being, he knows he's not the best brother around when it comes to y/n but that doesn't mean he wants her gone, after all, y/n's the only person who kept him in check when he's in bonten, even if he try to deny it or something.
He run out of the house trying to find any trace of y/n only to find nothing, why, why did she suddenly disappear? Is this his punishment for being so mean to her? They're already complete, Shinichiro, Emma, even Izana is here, Toman too... So where is she? Where's y/n and why does he only know her?
Y/n...this is unfair, where are you?
Dang, I hope it this one shot went well, like, I only write what comes to my mind an.....yeah, I just hope you guys like it, and this is the first time I'm writing a TR fanfic and writing it here on tumblr too so yeah...hehehe
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perfect strangers
MINORS DNI // 18+
part one; part two; part three
genre: nsfw
pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader
word count: 2.6k
tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.
synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.
a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3
“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.
“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.
“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.
He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.
“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.
***
The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.
Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.
I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.
Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”
“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.
“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.
“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.
“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?���
“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?
I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.
I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.
The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.
Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.
“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.
“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.
I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”
I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”
“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.
Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.
I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.
“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.
“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.
***
“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.
“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”
Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?
“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.
“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.
“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.
“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.
I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-
A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.
It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.
“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.
“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.
What am I doing with myself?
***
The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.
Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?
After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.
He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.
“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.
I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.
My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.
“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.
I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.
“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”
I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”
“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.
His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.
We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.
Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.
He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.
“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.
He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.
My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.
“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.
Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.
He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.
“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.
“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.
I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”
“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”
I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.
He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.
“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.
I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.
I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.
“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“
“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.
As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”
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Behind Closed Doors
Summary: Behind closed doors, co-star Chris Evans is more than the dork you have the misfortune of being friends with. He was actually your husband of three years, a fact that a handful of your other co-stars were to about to discover after a misstep from the two of you.
Characters: Chris Evans x Wife!Reader. Scarlett Johansson. Brie Larson. Robert Downey Jr.
Words: 904
Warnings: None?
A/N: So my computer still isn't working and my husband is working back in the office so, yeah. Got use what I have hence the phone and lack of moodboards.
MASTERLIST
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"What are you doing?"
"I'm in bed."
"Where you at?"
"In my hotel room, doofus."
"You got plans?"
"Talking to my girl and that's all I need to do now."
With the drunk giggle finally escaping your lips, all you want to do now was make your way to his hotel room and spend the rest of the night in his arms, making out--among other things.
"So how was the party with the girls?" He inquired.
Turning your attention back towards Scarlett Johansson and Brie Larson both slumbering on your hotel couch. It wouldn't hurt to leave them alone while you spend the night with your husband.
"Pretty good." You smiled finally getting up from your bed, trying your best to stand straight. "Can you leave the door open baby?" You request taking hold of your hotel keys and the last bottle of unopened beer.
"You're staying here?" Even with the hesitation that lingered in Chris' words, you were certain there was a smile on his face. "Won't the girls look for you?"
Looking back at the two, might as well make sure the knew you were safe. Scribbling a quick message on a sticky note of your escapade with your husband, you finally left your hotel room, making sure to look the door on your way out.
"Made a note for them." You said all too proudly, and without much of a hassle, made your way straight to the elevator to make your way to your husband's floor.
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There has been a skip in Chris' step all morning, while you tried your best to avoid him while sporting the worst hangover you had ever had in your life. You barely remember what had happened last night aside from the great sex you had with your husband.
"So."
Turning your head gentle to the owner of the voice, you had cursed ever God and Goddess know to man seeing neither Scarlett nor Brie were experiencing the torture you were.
"Please. I still haven't recovered." You moaned earning a giggle from the two girls and everyone's eyes on you three.
"So how was the sexcapade with that husband we never knew you had."
Jerking your head towards Brie, the headache was momentarily forgotten at what she had said and the sight of the sticky note you had left had you gawking.
"Off to Rock my Husband's world for the rest of the night. Don't wait up. ;)"
You wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up. The playful smile on either of their faces did not help. Knowing their curiosity with what little info you share about your life, they would want nothing more than to find out who it was--little did they know he was a few feet away from them laughing alongside one Robert Downey Jr. and Mark Ruffalo.
"Never knew he was in the area, Y/N. When can we meet him?" Scar inquired, eyes twinkling in intrigue.
Before you can make the lamest excuse known to man, Robert's voice brought everyone's attention, at Chris' expense no less.
"Honestly, what the hell are you and Y/N doing in the middle of the night? Both of you laughing your asses off is not how I want to spend my night." Robert's question had finally placed the missing piece of the puzzle and Scar and Brie could do nothing but gawk at the realization.
Turning to your husband, now red as a tomato, he himself was trying his best to formulate a possible excuse.
"Rocking each other's world it seems." Scar points out.
Meeting Chris' eyes, you smiled sheepishly and in your drunk-horniness, you had slipped something you two had tried your best to hide while he was still involved with Marvel as Captain America.
"They know Chris." You admitted and everyone now wondering what you meant and what exactly was going on.
Instead of annoyed, you were surprised to see Chris relieved. A smile finally back on his face as he turned his attention back to Robert as he was still waiting for an answer.
"Me and Y/N are sort of married for a while now..." he explained sheepishly.
"Hold on, I think we missed a few chapters..." This was the first time you had seen the man lost for words. "We didn't even know the two of your dated."
"We started dating before I got involved with Marvel." It was your turn to make an explanation. "We thought to keep things under the radar. Didn't want people to think I got the part because of him."
After a series of congratulations from everyone and a couple of ribbings added into the mix, you finally slipped an arm around Chris' waist. Head resting on his chest. Only now did the hangover settle back and you wanted nothing more than to get back to bed and snuggle with Chris.
"Who would have thought it would take a handful of drinks to have the world find out about us." He points out, large hands resting on the small of your back.
"It's better than a sex tape." You teased.
"You never know." Wagging his brows, he pulled away just in time before you could slap him on the chest for the crude remarks.
Dashing away from you, your headache being the only obstacle as to why you weren't running after him. Times like this, makes you wonder why you married a child like him.
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you were loved the most of all.
Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst
summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?
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Chapter 2 of 2
He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)
So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.
But you break anyway.
It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.
“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.
He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”
He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”
This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.
“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”
“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.
Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.
It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.
You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.
"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.
"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"
Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.
But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.
Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.
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You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?
But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.
Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.
Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.
You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"
You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.
You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.
Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.
He wants to sink into his bed.
There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."
There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.
You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.
But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?
a/n
chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)
also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!
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Falling like the stars✨
Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader
Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.
Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.
High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.
"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.
“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.
“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”
“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.
Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.
“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”
“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.
“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.
“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.
From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.
Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.
But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.
Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.
He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.
But hey, that's past.
Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.
“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.
“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”
“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."
And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.
Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.
"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."
Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.
His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.
“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.
“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.
There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.
He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."
Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.
“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”
And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”
“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.
The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.
"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.
“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.
“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.
“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.
“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.
“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.
Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”
“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.
“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”
“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."
Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”
“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”
“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.
“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.
“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.
“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”
Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.
“Beautiful, you have no idea.”
There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.
He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.
For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.
The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.
“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."
The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."
“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.
“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.
“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.
"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.
Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.
The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.
She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.
“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.
The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.
Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.
They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.
When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.
So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.
Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."
That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.
“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.
“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.
“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.
His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.
“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.
“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.
The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.
“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.
“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.
“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.
"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”
“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.
The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.
“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.
“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.
“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.
They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.
They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.
"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.
“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”
“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.
Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.
The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.
“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.
“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.
“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.
They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.
The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.
The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.
“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.
That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close
But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”
The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.
The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.
“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.
“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.
The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.
“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.
“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.
"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.
Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.
"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.
“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.
“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.
What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.
Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.
On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.
She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...
“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.
That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.
"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"
Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”
She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."
"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”
She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.
He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.
“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.
I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?
When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.
Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”
When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.
"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."
“You were? The one you sang the other night?”
“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”
She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.
The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.
Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.
"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"
They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.
They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.
Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.
“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.
“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.
“Always, beautiful.”
They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.
“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”
Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.
“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast
We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”
The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.
“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.
We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”
The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.
“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”
Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.
"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.
“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."
“We still could try, you know... for science.”
“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”
Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.
“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”
Thank you for reading✨
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The One Where Pro-hero!Katsuki Bakugo's Son, Finds Santa Kissing His Mother. Alternatively, The One Where Katsuki's Son Demands His Father Beat Up Santa Claus On Christmas.
Requested By: Wattpad User
Edited: 12-25-2020
Katsuki quietly hummed to himself as he worked inside the kitchen prepping breakfast. He had some pancakes and sausage on the stovetop, whereas he kept the bacon cooking inside the oven. He had one arm on [Daughter Name], keeping her attached to his hip as he bounced her and flipped food with his other hand. She was only two and still being young she clung to her father for attention, with it being one of his rare days off for the holidays he wasn't going to say no, he was going to devote it to her and his son.
"Bud, can you toast the bagels for me?"
Katsuki briefly moved his attention from the stove to pull the bag of bagels out of the bread cabinet and tossed them onto the counter. Usually, he'd had done it himself but with his daughter on his hip, cooking was already proving to be difficult. His son rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"I like it better when mom cooks. She never makes me do stuff."
"Hey! You should gladly offer yourself up to help her when I'm not around. Your mother is a Saint, that's why she's sleeping in and you're stuck with me. Now toast the f– toast the bagels."
[Son Name] untied the bag and pulled the bagels out begrudgingly. He was defiantly a momma's boy and loved to give Katsuki lip, undoubtedly universal karma for Katsuki being such a demon to his own mother. Katsuki had to smile to himself as he put food on platters and placed it on the table as well as placing his daughter in her height chair before leaving to wake you up for breakfast.
Katsuki never thought this would become his life. He never thought he'd have a son, his own carbon copy of himself, nor did he imagine he'd follow up with baby number two attached to his hip whenever he wasn't out heroing. Beyond that, he never imagined he'd find someone like you, someone who put up with his crap, someone perfect. He never imagined such a picture-perfect domestic life for himself, one where he cooked, fed the children and owned a cat. One where he had a scheduled date night every week and brought flowers home every other Sunday. He wouldn't ever dare change it.
"Baby?"
Katsuki quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to the window so he could open up the curtains and let light in. You groaned and pulled the pillow over your head as the light made contact with you. You pulled the blanket closer to your body, and a smile tugged at Katsuki's lips. He loved moments like this.
"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up."
"No, you're mean. A big meanie."
Katsuki climbed into the bed and cuddled up next to you. He pulled the pillow off of your head and threw it onto the ground on his side so you couldn't reach back for it. You had major bedhead, and he loved that. Years ago you would've forbidden him from seeing you like that, now he found it hot.
"It's Christmas Eve, you need to get up."
"No, leave me alone. It's my day off, go wake the kids up."
"Already awake, and breakfast is on the table. We wanted to let you sleep in, give you a break for once."
Katsuki pushed your hair out of your face and tried to pull the blanket out of your grip as you fought back a smile. He thought he was being really smooth.
"For being a pro-hero you're such a liar. You don't want me to have a break, you were trying to butter me up so we can repeat what we did last night."
"You were the one who was all over Santa last night, don't blame me if I try to get the use out of the Santa suit before I have to give it back to the company."
He was referring to the Santa costume he came home wearing last night. Everyone at his hero agency had to dress up as Santa and do some charity work for a variety of different places such as churches and hospitals. He came straight home afterward and you put it to good use.
"Mm, I don't need Santa when I have you, I guess."
"Geez, aren't you romantic."
"Just let me put some clothes on and I will be right down."
You rolled off the bed and scampered off to your laundry basket to see if you could find some pajamas to clothe your naked body. Katsuki ripped his eyes away from your back, ripped his eyes away from the marks he gave you passionately. He climbed off of the bed and made his way back downstairs to the breakfast table but he passed [Son Name] in the kitchen putting bagels in a toaster.
"Dad, can I talk to you? Man to man."
"What's up, little man?"
"Last night... Last night I saw mommy and Santa kissing."
Katsuki tried to laugh it off as he pulled the orange juice from the fridge and placed it on the table, your son following him hot on his tail as he went.
"Santa only comes on Christmas."
"That's what I thought, but mom said Santa comes before Christmas sometimes to make sure our trees are working, like in 'The Grinch' but for real, and mommy would never lie to me."
"I'm sure it's not what it looked like, Alright? Your mother loves us both very much and she wouldn't do that to us."
It was exactly what it looked like but it wasn't Santa, it was himself in the Santa suit. Katsuki was grasping at straws, trying to explains this to his son and make it look innocent, trying to make you look good without exposing the secret.
"I know mommy wouldn't do that to us! What I really wanted to talk about was how Santa was really mean. He took her into her bedroom and said some really mean things. He yelled stuff at her like 'that's my pussy' and 'give me a baby'. If he wants a cat so bad can't the elves just give him one, I like our cat."
This progressively kept getting worse, and Katsuki was glad that you were still upstairs. Had you heard their conversation you surely would've killed Katsuki.
"Daddy, you need to stop Santa before he tries to steal our cat, I love Gigi! What if he tries taking [Daughter Name], he said he wanted a baby. Or worse, what if he tries stealing mommy from you. You-you need to beat him up when he comes tonight. You need to set Santa straight."
There were so many things Katsuki could've said or done to de-escalate this. He could kindly explain he was in a Santa suit for charity work. He could have lied and said he and you were arguing about getting another cat. He could have been honest and said you both were talking about having another child, but he didn't. [Son name] was begging him with forming tears in his eyes. He was crying out and calling him daddy. He was such a momma's boy, Katsuki hadn't had his son need or want him like this in such a long time. It felt nice, it felt good, so all Katsuki did was nod and agree with his son.
"They don't call me DynaMight for nothing. I'll blow him into next week. Santa won't think about stealing anyone of our family members ever again."
[Son Name] wrapped his arms around Katsuki and he smiled. He tightly grabbed his father, and let his tears fall into Katsuki's shirt as he mumbled out thank you's.
"I can't wait to see you beat up Santa."
In hindsight, Katsuki should've expected that one. How was he supposed to beat up Santa when he was Santa in the first place. Suddenly a horrible idea crossed Katsukis head. It is despicable, and mean. You would've frowned upon it and discouraged it. Once his son let go of him and walked off to sit at the breakfast table, Katsuki walked down the hall to make a phone call to his coworker.
"Key, Kaminari– What do you mean I only call you when I need something?! I'm a good friend you du– Look, do you still have your Santa suit? Come to my house tonight at eleven, in your suit. I promise it's for a good cause."
The clock was slowly ticking away. Every second chasing down the hour and Christmas Eve was well on it's way to becoming Christmas. Supper had finished up, Katsuki even cleared the table and helped you do the dishes. He had cooked, and it was a mutual unspoken agreement between you both that whoever cooked dinner did not have to clean it up after. He didn't even try to sprinkle you with water, he was just sweet and soft for the evening.
"Thanks, Katsuki, you're being so sweet today. Let me sleep in, made breakfast and you helped me clean? God, you're such a keeper."
You threw your drying towel onto the now cleared and clean counter before you made your way to the living room to find some Christmas movie on the tv that was age-appropriate for your children. Katsuki was being sweet, too sweet and it made you suspicious. He was pulling out all the cards and tricks he typically pulls out when you get angry that he'd forgotten something, or came home too late.
After you got settled down on the couch with [Son Name] nestled between your legs on the floor and [Daughter name] cuddling into your right side. Katsuki came over and sat a tray of hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of the couch. Katsuki took a seat at your left side and passed you a mug before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. You hummed while you sipped from the mug and carefully watched as Katsuki skimmed through the tv channels and put on 'Santa Claus', the one starring Tim Allen, for the kids and you.
He hated that movie. He claimed it was to overwatched. After being put on year after year he wanted a new Christmas movie.
"What did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
Katsuki was taken back by your words. He didn't do anything, at least not yet. He was planning to roast your best friend, but Denki didn't even know it was happening and the only one who could snitch was his son who didn't know it would be Denki.
"You let me sleep in, you made breakfast, you bathed the kids and uhm, me. You cooked and helped clean dinner, now you've brought me cocoa and now you're putting on a movie you hate. So, what did you do?"
To be fair, some of those things Katsuki had planned out into motion before he had even planned to blast Denki into next Tuesday.
"I just wanna cherish you. You're my wife, let me love you."
Katsuki pulled you even closer to his side, nearly making the cocoa in your hands tip over as he placed a tender kiss onto the tip of your head.
"You forgot to get me a present didn't you?"
Your eyes narrowed at Katsuki before he dipped his head own to your ear and whispered hotly.
"I did not forget, you're getting a great present tomorrow morning, and maybe I'll even give you one tonight."
"I'm watching you."
The minutes slid by as you watched the movie together as a family. Everyone once and awhile you give Katsuki a look out of the side of your eye, carefully inspecting him. Soon your son was nodding off at your legs and your daughter was sound asleep in your lap.
"Time for bed."
Your son jumped up, seemingly having excitement from out of nowhere. You carefully picked up your daughter and carried her in your arms as you stood up to carry her to bed. One down, one to go.
"Go brush your teeth and put on your pajamas for mommy, okay? I'll be right there to tuck you in."
Your words were rushed and whispered as to not wake your sleeping daughter, but your son frowned and grabbed Katsuki's hand.
"I want daddy to tuck me in tonight."
"Mm, you sure? I'd love to read you a bedtime story."
"I want dad."
You adjusted your daughter on your arms to help even out the weight as you stared down your son and husband.
"If you're both not in bed within half an hour I will take away a Christmas gift."
You walked off upstairs, still suspicious of the males in your family. No way did your son, the momma's boy, just reject your offer. Now you were positive Katsuki was up to something.
Katsuki waited until you were upstairs to text Denki. He was outside, waiting to make noise under the pretense that his son wanted to meet Santa. Denki could be heard outside, doing goodness knows what.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah! I bet it's Santa, are you gonna beat him up dad, are you gonna show him who's boss!?"
Katsuki rolled his sleeves up and looked back at the stairs, just to be sure you were upstairs and not watching them.
"You can bet your butt I am! Your dads the greatest, watch me go kick Santa's butt."
Katsuki marched to the front door and swung it open before making his way to Denki. He walked the way he did on patrol, the way he did when he was on TV, like a man on a mission, a man with a purpose.
"Ho-Ho-Ho!–"
"Ho-Ho-Ho yourself! Heard you wanted to break apart my family, Santa."
Katsuki aimed one of his blasts at Denki. It wasn't large enough to harm him, but it was large enough to hurt.
"Katsuki, what the fuck dude?"
"That was for being mean to my wife and trying to take away our cat."
Katsuki marched closer to Denki and kicked him in the leg, grinning as he heard Denki groan in pain.
"That was for swearing in front of my kid. If I can't do it, neither can you."
"I'm sorry, Jesus Christ."
Katsuki left Denki on the floor as he walked over to the front door and picked his son up. His son clutched on to him tightly, happy his father saved the family. Happy his father wouldn't let Santa take his cat or mother away.
"Thanks, Dad, you're my hero."
"Well, I am the best hero. I'd fight Santa for you any day, just don't tell your mom."
Even though Denki snitched to you the next day, even though you had watched the altercation through the window, you didn't say a word to Katsuki. You didn't reprimand him, or get upset that he hurt Denki. Instead, you watched fondly with a smile from the window. That was the father of your children, your hero, and the guy who held your heart. He was soft and sweet and held the bar for fathers high. He deserved a pass for this one.
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Happy early birthday @khaishoo !! This is for you, one of my favorite mutuals <3 (I also tried something a little different jus' for you 😌).
Pairing(s): Tsukishima Kei x Male Reader.
Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff.
Anime; Haikyuu!!
A/n- This.. This has five different anime characters that all come from a different anime. Whoops?? The tags are gonna be so long oh my god
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[☾] Will tease the fuck out of you, doesn't matter if its in public or not. He will tease you. Don't worry though, he does it out of love <3 whether he admits it or not.
[☾] It's all in the little thing's, since he's not great with PDA. Nor affection in general, but he'll still try since he loves you. So expect holding pinkies when you're alone or even quick little cheek kisses.
[☾] I'ma say this now, he's not really the jealous type, but is definitely the jealous type. He knows you love him and only him, but jus' can't help it. So whenever he catches someone flirting with you he'll immediately be by your side and ✨ death glare ✨ with a snarky comment, the poor person will be running away within an instant.
[☾] Dates? Dates. He'll take you somewhere with very few people, maybe someplace where you can get a nice cup of warm tea, and jus' spend time together. Talking about school or anything else going on in y'alls lives. He also just loves to hear your voice, so he'll spend hours listening to you rant or talk about your favorite things.
[☾] He'll also take you to an open field where the night sky is bright and y'all can look at the stars. Maybe even make up some shapes with them or just cuddle and look at the moon. This man has no problem with it whatsoever cause he absolutely adores you, and wants nothing more than to see you smile. You literally melted his stone cold heart, and he also admires you.
[☾] However, when you're taking him out on dates it'll mostly be to museums with dinosaurs or basically anything pre-historic. He'll absolutely love it and you love seeing the sparkles in his eyes whenever he's there. He'll spend hours in the gift shop though so be careful with that-
[☾] He'll call you cute name's like Darling and sometimes even lover-boy, but most the time it's babe or baby. On rare occasions he'll even call you his cute star but never speak of it. One time he got real deep and said, "You're the moonlight on my darkest nights." Out of character yeah? He's only like this for you so enjoy it.
[☾] Cuddling? Cuddling. I know I said before that he's not all that affectionate but this man loves to cuddle, doesn't matter if you're shorter or taller than him he wants to be the little spoon. Arms wrapped around your waist and his head tucked under your chin, yeah, he's in heaven. Dinosaur onesies™
[☾] Also, just because he's not a big fan of PDA doesn't mean he won't let people know that you're his. If someone asks, "Are y'all dating?" He'll say yes in an instant and go back to whatever he was doing before. He might not be the type to loudly exclaim that y'all are together, but if someone asks, he'll answer.
[☾] All in all this man completely adores you, and no matter what it is you're doing you always manage to bring a smile to his face, and warm his heart. He plans to be with you forever, wanting nothing more to be by your side, through thick and thin. Cause he loves you.
Pairing(s): Megumi Fushiguro x Male Reader.
Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff.
Anime; Jujutsu Kaisen.
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[☾] This man is low-key soft as fuck and you can't change my mind. He will look at you like you're the best thing in the world, and you can't change his mind on that. Cause he literally has hearts in his eyes whenever he sees you.
[☾] Will treat you like a fucking king. No question about it, he'll pamper the hell out of you. He might not be to big on PDA but he'll happily hold your hand and kiss the back of it to. Sometimes when y'all are sitting down he'll even bring your hand into his lap and keep it there. And that's how you lost your hand to your boyfriend.
[☾] He might not seem like the affectionate type, cause he really wasn't. It wasn't until you both started dating that he realized he was touch starved and needed to be holding your hand or pinkie all the time.
[☾] Doesn't matter if he just woke up, he'll either be making you breakfast or continue to hold you in his arms. It's one or the other, you're not getting both. Also he's the big spoon, doesn't matter if you're shorter or taller than him, he wants you in his arms.
[☾] Lets be honest, you both know one of the reasons you're dating him is because of the dogs. Sometimes he'll low-key get kind of jealous if you're spending a lot of time with his dogs instead of him. Speaking of which, he is the jealous type.
[☾] He doesn't really call you by any specific petname, cause out in public he'll call you by your first name. However in private, he'll mostly call you his star/moon, and on rare occasions he'll even call you his prince or Handsome. He really will treat you like royalty though.
[☾] Have I mentioned that he is a low-key hopeless romantic? He doesn't seem like the type, but he is. But like I said, he's a low-key one. So he has this unspoken ritual where he'll bring you a cute little sunflower at least once a week along with a cute little note.
[☾] Lets bring up the dogs again. Sometimes he'll summon them to make you happy when you're upset. He'll be holding you in his arms while y'all are on the couch and the dogs will be laying with you guys as well. Its a family cuddling session <3 and he lives for 'em.
[☾] He's a soft kisser, you can literally fight me on this. Whether its a kiss on the lips or under your eye or on your cheek his kisses are always super sweet and tender, he's gentle as well. Sometimes he'll even pepper your face with small, delicate kisses.
[☾] Overall, you're the most important person to him. He'll look at you like you're the rarest item in the universe and will treat you like royalty, cause he just wants to love and take care of you like you take care of him.
Pairing(s): Haiji Kiyose x Male Reader.
Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff, Probably OOC.
Anime; Run With The Wind
A/n- I don't know anything about this character so I did research, I apologize If I messed anything up.
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[☾] He will take care of you, like deadass he'll pamper the hell out of you. He'll make you food and massage your shoulders and back, he'll even pepper the side of your face with small kisses and whisper how much he loves you. Cause damn he's head over heels for you. And he will admit it.
[☾] Make sure to take care of him as well though, he has a habit of over working himself and that's no good for anyone, especially himself. He'll also appreciate the fact that you'd help massage his injured knee, and put a special lotion over the scar. It makes him feel loved <3
[☾] He will ask you to go on runs with him though, he just wants to get you up and out of the house, even if your not running and just jogging or walking. Maybe he'll even surprise you by taking you to a dog park, cause he knows you like dogs.
[☾] Speaking of animals, he'd totally take you to an exotic pet store. Where you can look at rats, mice, ferrets, birds and a variety of reptiles. He'd probably even buy you a pet rat if he could get away with it. But he simply wants to see your smile as you look at the cute animals.
[☾] He seems like the affectionate, gifting type, so expect him to gift you a lot of small trinkets. Along with the fact that he'll shower you with love and appreciation, with some lingering kisses and sweet words. I can see him going out on a run and returning home to you with a small little gift that reminded him of you.
[☾] He loves having your head in his lap, just so he can run his fingers through your hair while watching TV or while you write or read. Sometimes he'll even fall asleep while playing with your hair, cause he just finds it super relaxing.
[☾] He also enjoys it when you play with his hair, or when you simply pat his head. He thinks it's absolutely adorable which it is and he'll end up giving you a quick peck on the nose then engulf you in a hug.
[☾] Sometimes he'll offer you something sweet, but nothing overbearing. Since he knows you don't have much of a sweet tooth and cause sugar doesn't sit well with you. However, he does have this unspoken rule where he'll make you a small piece of cheesecake on special occasions.
[☾] Calls you Love and Darling religiously. Like when he hears someone call you by your name he goes 'Who's that??" And just looks at them weird for a split second.
[☾] This man has no problem telling you how much you mean to him. He'll say it in the softest and most genuine tone as he looks you in the eyes and kisses you softly. He loves you, and has no problem reminding you.
Pairing(s): Mirio Togata x Gender-Neutral/Male Reader??
Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff, S4 spoilers, Petnames such as Handsome and Loverboy, tad bit of angst if you squint.
Anime; Bnha/Mha.
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[☾] He's basically a big cuddly puppy, that can and will pick you up, doesn't matter if your taller or shorter than him. He will do it. No matter the time or place you will get scooped up into his arms, this is your warning.
[☾] Now he is most definitely the type to show you off. If someone asks he'll say, "Yep! That's my lover! Aren't they amazing? They're so handsome too! They also l-" Que the whole simp monologue.
[☾] Oh yeah, this mans your number one simp. He loves and supports you no matter what, he'll always be by your side, cheering you on and helping you out no matter what. He just wants you to be happy <3
[☾] This man will absolutely get a pet with you, dog, cat, rat, doesn't matter. He wants a pet with you, and after a month him and that pet would've bonded and you'd be able to come home to the sight of them sleeping on the couch.
[☾] He will cook for you, lots of trial and error though. So be prepared to see him burning dinner a few times, but eventually he'll get it down. Once he gets it down though he'll be so happy and try to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you. Please get him out the kitchen.
[☾] Speaking of the kitchen, he'll be up with you in the middle of the night, slow dancing in the kitchen, or chaotic dancing there's no in between. But like I said, he'd be the type to dance with you in the kitchen at two am and you'd both be tired yet content.
![☾]! If you were there when he lost his quirk then you both most likely cuddled up on that hospital bed. You'd have your fingers running through his hair, whispering soft praises and comforting words in his ear to help him feel a bit better. He'd appreciate it and simply let himself cry in your embrace.
[☾] Not really the jealous type, he knows you love him, and that you only have eyes for him. He also knows you can handle yourself but if he sees you getting uncomfortable cause someone's flirting with you then he'll step in immediately.
[☾] Will call you handsome and loverboy, sometimes he'll even add in a 'my bright moon.' Cause he knows you love the moon and the stars, but it's also because to him your the light helping him through his darkest times.
[☾] This man is absolutely smitten for you, and no matter what he'll always be there by your side, helping and supporting you. Giving you the biggest hugs and kisses as he tells you how much he loves you.
Pairing(s): Garou x Male Reader.
Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Fluff, Swearing.
Anime; One Punch Man.
A/n- This man can call me a bitch and I'd thank him. Deadass though imagine being with a villain.
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[☾] There is nothing this man wouldn't do for you, and when I mean nothing, I mean nothing. He absolutely adores you, and he'll do anything to make you happy, no matter the cost.
[☾] He gives me the 'lets dance in an open field in the middle of the night' vibe, like he'll set up a picnic and put fairy lights in the trees around y'all. He's never done something like this before so be warned it might look a little sloppy but he did it with love <3
[☾] Speaking of which, you make this man soft as fuck. Never before has he felt this way until he met you, he literally looks at you the way Genos looks at Saitama. The only difference being that he wants to be your husband. Wont easily admit it though.
[☾] He loves it when you play with his hair or pat his head, he thinks it's absolutely adorable, also won't admit it though. However, have you seen this man with his hair down? It's one of the rarest sights so appreciate it. He'll only let you see him like that.
[☾] He's very much the jealous type. You're his lover, and if anyone tries to make a move then I hope they learn better in their next life- whoops?? But hey, he does this cute little growl thing when he's jealous or angry and its cute as fuck so <3
[☾] While we're on this topic, dating him is like having your own personal bodyguard. This man will literally protect you from anything and everything, whether you know about it or not. Sometimes you'll try to tell him that it's okay and you don't need to be protected all the time but it deadass goes in one ear and out the other.
[☾] Had no idea what 'big spoon/little spoon' meant until you showed him. It was an instant KO, cause he absolutely loves being in your arms. It doesn't matter that he's built as fuck and way taller than you, he's the little spoon.
[☾] Keep him away from the fucking kitchen please dear god- man can't cook for shit. He nearly burned the house down once, and no that's not an exaggeration. So he greatly appreciates when you cook for him, or even if you just go out and get food.
[☾] Oh, he may think its dumb yikes but he'll happily sit out in the rain with you. Maybe even dance with you too if that's what you want, but expect those cliche rain kisses, cause he lives for them.
[☾] All in all, your the only person that makes him feel all soft and fuzzy inside. You make him feel like he's more than just a 'monster' or the 'hero hunter.' You feel like home to him, a safe place where he can be himself and not worry about anything else, and god damn does this man love you.
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