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working thru being shy to tell authors I like their stuff, I got super excited to see ur because I love u xanlow on my dash !! like internal monologue went oh!! xanlow by honeydots!!!!!!!
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Hellooo~ I think I’m about to ramble a whole bunch so i hope this entertains you despite the heat of the earth right now.
I had been the type of reader who forgets the titles and authors’ names since I liked being a silent fan but have also wanted to avoid attachment to certain fics. This was probably because I personally don’t have a lot of free time but also because I had experienced fics that went on a forever hiatus. (I still loved the authors and totally respect their decisions tho.) That tmi backstory leads me to what I wanted to tell you:
I had loved your wereroomies installments but didn’t know that it was you nor were they part of the same universe. Basically, I loved your stories before knowing you, if that makes sense. BUT, the major force that actually made me want to see your other works was Five-Point Star. I literally wanted to scream at you (in a good way) so I worked up the courage to message but never did SLDJKSJDJE LMAO. (Now wereroomies took me on a chokehold so that’s how I ended up sending an actual message 🥹😭)
SO, the reason that I’m writing now is to tell you that I finally re-read Five-Point Star and 😩😩😩😩 here’s my thoughts about it cuz it still makes me Feel Everything the same way when I first read it.
FIRST OFF, of course you made another Chris to love 🥹. I felt how the MC’s job made her so distant to people and connections so having someone like Chris that could make her feel warm, make her laugh, and crave normality was sooo lovely.
I love how you wrote the whole thing. Like, I did kinda see how it would go but the whole build up and how it actually went was *chef’s kiss*. I really like this kind of trope but I’m also a sucker for that ending 😭. Thanks for breaking me, jk.
LASTLY, my brain worm went haywire with the ending so it started writing it’s own part 2 despite it being a one-shot 🥹. idk what to do with it so imma share it with you and release it from my head. LIKEEE, imagine some time has passed and MC moved to a different location and slowly tried to lessen her load of assassin work. She never really finished her last mission and retracted her contract to kidnap Seungmin. Trying to move on from the biggest heartbreak, she tries out to have a normal life in a different city to forget all of her what if’s. That is, until she gets kidnapped. (The irony.)
She wakes up in a room with a few armed men guarding her, and Seungmin or someone from Five-Point Stars telling her that they want to hire her. They want to get revenge or silence whoever tried to threaten the Kims using her, and the only one who has any information on who wanted Seungmin was her so they tracked her down. Of course, the leader of the whole Five-Point Star squad would be our beloved Chris 🥹. She can’t refuse because they have all of her information and can definitely use her previous assassin history against her. ALSBKAJDJSBDJDND I’ll stop there 😭 my brain worm is doing a funk istg i didn’t mean to ramble this long but oh well.
If you read this far, I love u, and here’s a hug 🤍. Ahck hope u and Raven are still intact and hydrated. AKHSJSHS This is my first time leaving this long of a message so im so sorry if its cringe and mushy 🥹 i really love ur works,,, you’re a great writer.
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pls this message is cute. you're cute. i'm glad you liked my stories enough that you felt like you needed to reach out. i love having you here💜
i'm all here for some Five-Point Star love 😩 i love love love that story. i felt like i was possessed the entire time i was writing it (i suppose many of us felt that way after watching that 5-STAR trailer and seeing Christopher in that outfit 😵).
i've been thinking about that story a lot these days, and i love love love your take on what could've happened after it.
what you're describing is similar to one of the scenarios i had in mind for a part 2.... i actually have so many different ideas for a part 2 sdjhfsjkdf. BUT, i think i have finally decided on the main ones i liked out of all the ones that came to my head, and i can say that i AM working on a part 2 👀 (i'm already over 6k in and it's nowhere near finished....). even though it isn't quite like what you're describing, i hope you'll like it once it's done and published💜
(mind you, FPS is a story that imo can definitely stand on its own without a part 2.... but you know how it is by now, my brain just does whatever it wants, and it wants to have a part 2 because it couldn't handle the ending KJDSHFKSJDF).
i love you, too, bb. here's a hug as well🤗. Raven and i are managing haha it's a bit cooler today, so hopefully temperatures start going down 😭
thank you for sending this lovely message! i hope you have an amazing day/night💜💜
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Ok so ur blog is my safe place to speak my mind about stuff or tell u what's on my mind. I'm aware people are going to see this ask and that's totally fine Because maybe it helps somebody else. I really need to let some things off my chest and i feel like u're closest to being objective bc u don't know me and I've already spoken to my closest friends, obviously
Here's the thing. I used to be in a toxic relationship. While dating my ex, i met this boy and i felt, for the first in my life, like i fell in lobe at first sight with someone. And i swear it looked like he had something for me too. Everyone thinks that and also thought that at that certain moment when things were fresh and we were talking the first few weeks. Obviously, i started losing interest in my boyfriend, especially bc he was really mean to me and we didn't love each other anymore, we were still a couple bc it felt like a habit to be together (we dated for a couple of years). So yeah, i keep liking this guy who i think likes me too, things go rougher with my bf who becomes a little aggressive and short tempered,he was always like that, but he became worse towards the end of the relationship. Obviously, i break up with him when i start feeling really unsafe (he had no idea my feelings had changed because of someone else, that's just how he behaved every now and then). And after the break up, i try to make some things work with this guy who all of a sudden looks like he changed from the person he used to be. He stopped talking to me, ignored me big time and at some point, something like ur Colby imagine happened, when they meet in front of the high school entrance and hug each other. I ask him why has he been pushing me away and he scoffed and me and was like "me, pushing u away, how about u pushing me away?" and we just left things like that for a day or two and we were fine afterwards. So i took all my courage and told my friends that I'm gonna tell him how i feel about him but that day never came because he didn't show up for a few days and high school was already ending in a week by the time i made the decision.
Fast forward, i got a boyfriend, we've been dating for a really long time now, and somehow i still can't take my mind off that guy. I know it's wrong, i know it's not fair for my boyfriend, but i just think that there'll always be that one person u'll forever be in love with and i think it's this guy for me. I sometimes hope i could have some time to have a conversation with him after i don't know, 4 years since we parted ways to sit and talk. And no, my feelings for my boyfriend aren't changing because he's my soulmate for sure, but I'm frustrated because of how much i liked this guy and somehow he finds a way back into my mind and it hurts tbh
Thank u very much for considering my blog a safe space for u to come and let things off ur chest and mind, i really hope whatever we talk about on here also brings some joy to u if u ever have a bad mood while scrolling haha ♥️
And oh, u have no idea how much i understand u. I know it's frustrating and very hard to comprehend what's happening when u're in a relationship and all of a sudden all the feelings u have for ur significant other turn towards somebody else. Especially if u're mistreated (I'm so sorry about that, love, I'm also sorry u didn't find the courage or whatever u felt like u needed to walk away sooner). Love at first sight is very rare, i don't think u should feel bad or anyone should judge u for getting into that teenage dream of meeting the person u fall in love with on the spot. I think that's the most inevitable thing to happen and since u were also in a toxic relationship, u just gave into that feeling of a new beginning, which had u hooked for longer than expected. I don't judge u at all, u can't really control some feelings and i always believed that these happen for a reason. U can't just lose all ur senses for nothing kind of saying haha.
As of the current situation of u being in a healthy relationship and also a long lasting one and still thinking about that guy... I'm not gonna say it's ok cuz it's really unfair, as u said, to ur boyfriend, but i will say this: i believe that deep down u can't understand why everything changed so abruptly between the 2 of u after u being finally single. I believe u wished si badly for that relationship to happen, that the disappointment of the failure of u making up ur mind and telling him how u felt still makes u hold on to him. U're curious about what could've happened and if u're not talking anymore, u have no idea what was in his mind and u can't find out. U just wish u find out if he shared the same feelings as u when ur friends told u that he might have a crush on u also. Maybe u should delete this wish from ur brain, maybe this is what keeps him still in ur thoughts and u still think of him. U want answers that might never be answered. U can't just think of him forever. I know u want closure, but what would u achieve if he said yes or no if u asked him if he liked u 4 years ago? If he said no, u'd probably feel embarrassed for asking yk, if he said yes, that'll make u question ur current relationship. So, from my point of view, let go of this memory of him. Let go of the things he did that made u think he has feelings for u, because u'll grow the idea even more, u'll be so sure he liked u back, that u'll focus again on him. Maybe u'll try finding him on social media and start talking to him. And that's when it's not fair anymore to ur boyfriend.
Just let go to the past that happened such a long time ago. At first it'll feel impossible, but it's very beneficial
I hope i didn't upset u and that i actually helped u ♥️
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Spanking / Whipping (with a drumstick), Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader
Words: 10,418
Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader
Quirkless, Punk rock band AU
BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~
Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+
Tags: @lady-bakuhoe, @gallickingun, @mirakumiruku, @wakaoujisenhime, @sunnieskies02, @hisoknen
Art in banner by me.
This was incredibly frustrating. Finally, after years of admiring and being an incredibly dedicated fan, you were standing in front of your favorite punk rock band. They were just a few feet from you, so close that you could reach out and touch them. How badly you wanted their full and undivided attention was near suffocating, and yet, it was so difficult for you to find the courage to speak at all. You had given them your name after you had been brought backstage for the meet up, which was a perk of the insanely expensive VIP tickets you and your friends had purchased.
That’s all that you had been able to say. Your friend, however, was absolutely bursting with questions. You were very close to her, but damn, you wished that she would just stop talking long enough for someone else to get a word in. All day you had been brooding over what you wanted to ask, what you wanted to say to these men that had been such a huge part of your life for the last few years. Their music had inspired you, made you cry, pumped you up so much that you’d jump around your room and just jam out. But, more than that, they had saved you. You didn’t know how to explain it, or even how it happened in the first place, but you had truly begun to feel like their existence is what you lived for.
Was that unhealthy? Probably. But who could blame you? You loved every single one of them. All five men were like your best friends, and you felt so close to them from your time following them on social media and attending their concerts. You knew them like the back of your hand, from birthdays, to favorite food, drinks, hobbies, past or current girlfriends, and you had even found out their personal telephone numbers. Had you ever called them? No, of course not. That would be creepy.
Midoriya Izuku, the band leader and lead singer, was being the most engaging as far as answering questions. Unlike their punkish attire and aesthetic, he was like sunshine, incredibly friendly and soft with his curly green hair and freckled cheeks. He was adorable, able to make all the little fangirls scream and squeal with his grin and a cheeky wink.
Todoroki Shouto, lead guitar and backup singer, was the quiet pretty boy of the group, breaking hearts with his intense and piercing stare. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a soft side to him, but more than anything, he was extremely dense, and his genuine confusion was what made him so desirable.
Kirishima Eijirou, second guitar, was another ray of sunshine amongst the black clothes and punk piercings. He loved to get the crowd riled up, his endless energy and cheery personality infectious. Out of everyone, he was the most openly friendly without a hint of shyness and treated everyone like he had known them forever.
Kaminari Denki, bass guitar, was the group idiot. He was nice, but often did and said things that could get the group into trouble or make a fool of himself in the public eye. Funny and playful, he could make anyone laugh, either from a joke or from just being a silly fool.
Although you adored them all, one of them had you in his grip, like your heart had been locked in a vice that grew tighter every time you saw him. The fifth member, Bakugou Katsuki, was your absolute dream man. Rough, arrogant, mean, and foul mouthed, he was the bands second in command, drummer, and backup singer for moments that required his deep and gruff voice. God, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner. Boyfriend. Husband. Whatever! You wanted him so badly that you dreamed about it constantly, picturing yourself in those strong arms or having those calloused hands on your body. Much to your misfortune, he was the most private on social media, so there was still a lot about him that you didn’t know.
That was one of his most attractive qualities to you. His mystery and his silence. What was he really like? Was he this grumpy and off putting with those close to him? Did he have a gentle side of any kind?
You wanted to know everything about him! But, standing here in front of the entire band, you were frozen, not able to make a squeak. Even your eyes were locked on the floor, unable to look up at them in fear that you would gawk a little too intensely. Or start crying. One of the two would happen, probably.
Your chance to interact with your heroes was slipping by with each moment, however, and you didn’t know if you’d ever get to have this chance again. What did you want to say? What questions had you thought about? You had a million of them, all you had to do was just say one. Something. Anything!
“Bakugou-!”
The name slipped from your lips in a sharp snap, which tapered off at the end with a tremble. Just as the sweet name left your lips, your eyes darted up, catching the confused and irritated crimson glare of the blonde drummer. At first, you were taken aback by his current appearance, still flushed and sweaty from the concert performance. His blonde spiked locks were wild and unruly, bangs stuck to the sweaty skin of his forehead and cheeks. He was so handsome, all messy and hot--
“U-uhm…” Your friend that stood beside you gave you a nudge in the side, though she was unable to pull your gaze away from Bakugou, who’s annoyed snarl made your heart begin to race. “[Name], I was about to ask something else…”
“What’d you want to say, you damn shitty extra.” Bakugou barked at you, ignoring your friends' whine at being interrupted. “Don’t just bark out my name and then stand there like a fucking moron.” That gruff and demanding voice was intoxicating, making you involuntarily clench your thighs together and clutch at the fabric of your skirt.
“I… I was wanting to know. Uhm,” Your eyes darted across his face and his chest as you tried to think of what you had been wanting to ask him. You couldn’t remember for the life of you, but as your gaze landed on the piercing he had on the bridge of his nose, a thought popped into your head and curiosity flourished instantly. “How many piercings do… do you have?”
Bakugou’s eyebrow cocked in initial confusion at the question, before returning to its usual furrowed position. “The fuck? That’s kind of personal, ain’t it?”
“I’ll tell you how many I have.” You weren’t sure if the teasing, flirtatious sound of your voice was purposeful or not, but just hearing yourself made the tips of your ears flush. “Five types… Nine piercings total. I bet you beat me on that, hm?”
“Tch, that’s fucking nothing, you little punk poser. I have nine types, thirteen total.” Bakugou shoved his hands into the pockets of his loose shorts, pulling the fabric down just enough to show the skin of his left hip and a peak of his boxers. One of the stated piercings gleamed in the light once exposed, and it took all your willpower to not hyper focus on it. “Not like you’ll ever know them all or see them.”
“I bet I could guess.”
“You’d fucking fail, moron-”
“A-ah, let’s not!” Midoriya interrupted, giving a nervous laugh and a wave of his hand to pull your attention off Bakugou. “We’re not here to talk about such personal things, you know! Right, Kacchan?”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, giving an annoyed click of his tongue. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.”
“Why?” You once again spoke without thinking. “Because you missed your cue during Collide?” The accusation immediately had Bakugou’s eyes widening in surprise before he scoffed, glaring crimson daggers at you.
“Well aren’t you just a fucking super fan.”
“I try to be.” Although you knew that he wasn’t kind to you, the fact that he noticed your extreme interest in the band made your cheeks flush, looking down at the ground between your black combat boots. The t-shirt you had paired with your skirt was your favorite that you owned of the bands merchandise, and just seeing it as you gaze down over your chest made your stomach bubble nervously. Was it really that obvious? Was it weird to him? Did he like it?
“Ah, well, anyway!” Your friend piped in again, taking a step closer to Midoriya with a sparkle in her eyes. “Deku! Please, tell us about your girlfriend!”
Midoriya instantly went into his flustered state of rubbing the back of his head, his stuttering and embarrassed gibberish cracking with his exhausted voice, leaving you once again off to the sidelines. With a small, quiet sigh, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, more questions burning on the tip of your tongue. In your down casted vision, you saw Bakugou’s feet shift, and there wasn’t a second thought in your mind about looking up at him. Your gaze immediately locked with his, which was still a dark and threatening glare.
Your heart instantly skipped a beat, the heat in your cheeks growing hotter. Had he already been looking at you? Why was he glaring so intensely? You didn’t think that he would get upset with the mention of his mistake that you had pointed out, but perhaps he had gotten embarrassed? In truth, you hadn’t meant your statement to be argumentative in any way. You were more concerned about him. Messing up during a performance was a big deal, and though most people might not have noticed, you were curious if it was eating at him or if he just doesn’t care.
Then, he made a move that you didn’t expect. With a quiet click of his tongue, he began to make his way out of the room, only stopping at the door when Kirishima spoke up.
“Woah, man, where are you going?” The redhead interrupted Midoriya, who also looked at Bakugou curiously.
“I work a lot harder than all of you assholes during a show! I’m sick of fucking standing around, and these losers aren’t even interesting. I’ll be in my room.” Before anyone could stop him, the door slammed shut with his exit, and you turned your attention to Midoriya as he sighed.
“A-aha, I’m sorry about Kacchan! He’s uh… he doesn’t like meetups much.”
“That’s a shame…” You mumbled under your breath, already missing his presence. You could still feel that glare on you, so threatening and dangerous. This had been your chance to really make yourself stand out from the crowd and show him how genuinely interested you were in him, and you wasted it. You cared about him more than these other women that fawned over him like brainless zombies. You were perfect for him. You knew you were, without a doubt, and you wanted him.
It was true that the rest of the band members were close to your heart, that you admired all of them as your heroes. But Bakugou… You had just ruined your chance to talk with him and get to know him.
There wasn’t anything else you could do.
“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Your question once again popped out of your mouth during the middle of a conversation, though instead of stopping it, Kirishima smiled at you sweetly. His kind face and gentle touch to your arm to lead you away from the group so he could talk to you had your heart racing, almost too scared to take a step in fear that you’d trip with how distracted you were by his face.
“Yeah, babe. Go left down the hall, you’ll see it marked. Don’t get yourself into trouble, m’kay?”
B-babe? Aahh, why would he call me that? He’s too sweet for his own good. Cheeks flushing, you gave a small nod, thanking him quietly before heading out of the room, taking a final quick glance at the group behind you to catch Kirishima giving you a playful wave. Of course, by the time you stepped outside into the hallway, Bakugou had already vanished. Using what you had remembered of the route to get to this room from backstage, you hadn’t seen anything that was labeled as a changing room for any of the men. So, you went left down the hall as you had originally been instructed, glancing at each door you passed to see if there were any names scribbled on the dry erase board many of them sported.
Your heart nearly stopped when you finally saw it. Bakugou Katsuki, written in red marker with a shitty doodle of what looked to be a hand holding up the middle finger, along with the words “fuck off”. Before going in, you took a moment to press your ear up against the door, listening closely to see if there were any signs of life. There wasn’t a single sound or hint of movement, so gathering your courage and glancing up and down the hall for danger, you took hold of the doorknob, your heart beginning to race as it moved without resistance.
With a quiet click, the door opened, not making another sound as you cracked it just enough to look inside. The lights were on, and your suspicions that he hadn’t been inside were confirmed. Feeling a bit discouraged, you considered just going back to the room to finish off your time with the rest of the band. That would probably be enough to satisfy your longing for them, right? The others could be great company, and maybe Bakugou would come back before you left.
But, deep in your chest, you could feel the need to be with Bakugou alone to talk to him one on one. You wanted his attention more than anything, and you knew that there wasn’t going to be another chance for you to see him this close again any time soon. No, you couldn’t run away. You had already come too far to back out now. What’s the worst he could do? Kick you out? Call security to have you removed? Call you names? Press you up against the wall and threaten you?
Ah, well, maybe that wasn’t all that bad. You’d probably melt in his hands and collapse on the floor in a blushing puddle of tears if he so much as touched you.
Gathering your resolve, you pushed yourself on into the room, walking lightly and glancing this way and that to make sure he wasn’t just laying on some furniture or something to take a nap. Feeling confident that he wasn’t in the room, you shut the door behind you with a light click, taking a few timid steps into the room. Almost instantly, you were completely engulfed by the scent of his body spray, which you had only been faintly able to pick up while in the group. It was such a powerful scent, bold and intense, just like him. How quickly just the simple scent of him made your core burning hot was a bit staggering, feeling your knees already growing weak and your chest growing tight.
This is harder than I thought… Just from smelling him like this I feel like I’m going crazy. And he’s not even in here! I should leave before I get too distracted… But… This is his stuff!
Beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed being in the presence of Bakugou’s possessions, your teary gaze scanned the room methodically, surprised to see that the room was actually very well kept. With his brash personality, you more expected Bakugou’s personal space to be a wreck, but the only thing that was really out of place was a small pile of clothes tossed aside next to a suitcase. A desire to be close to Bakugou driving you, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation as you made your way towards it, squatting down. Right on top was the tank top he had just been wearing, still soaked with his sweat. It was the most recent thing that had touched his body. It still had his essence all over it. How could you just leave it there?
Picking it up, you brought the shirt up to your nose, inhaling deeply. It was absolutely delicious, your body quivering from the excitement and adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins. You were actually holding one of Bakugou’s sweaty shirts in your hands, one that he had just performed in! This was absolutely real. It wasn’t a dream!
Becoming overwhelmed with your feelings for him, you flopped back to sit on your butt, spreading your legs open. Since you were wearing fishnet hose with decently large holes, you had direct access to your already soaked pussy, the little lace thong easily moved aside. Now, all that existed to you was the scent wafting off his shirt and your fingers eagerly stroking your sex, alternating between stroking your clit and digging two of your fingers inside you. The cloth of the t-shirt pressed up against your lips and nose, you panted and moaned softly against it, imagining that you were right up against his chest, his fingers teasing your cunt.
You were so engrossed in your fantasy that you could even hear him taunting you, that deep growl of his voice in your ear.
“That’s right, babygirl. You like when I finger that slutty pussy, don’t you?”
“You’re so fucking wet, you little whore. Dripping all for me.”
“Getting horny just from the smell on my clothes? You dirty fuck.”
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
The sudden rattling boom of a familiar yell startled you out of your pleasant daydream, turning your moan into a squeal as you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, you were met with the wide-eyed shocked crimson glare of your dream man, who was standing halfway in the room, as if he had stopped in his tracks upon seeing you. All you could do was sit there in shock, still holding his shirt up to your face as your other hand tried to pull your skirt down between your legs, as if to hide your sin.
“I,” Stuttering, you tried to gather yourself, clenching your thighs together tightly. “I, uhm, Bakugou, it’s not- How’d you… get in?”
His shocked expression contorted into one of confusion, then into annoyance, his brows furrowed deeply as he startled at you. “Are you fucking kidding me? You didn’t lock the door, ya dumb cunt.” Walking the rest of the way inside, he slammed the door shut loudly behind him, startling you again enough to scurry back against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest protectively. “What the fuck are you even questioning me for? You’re the horny bitch sitting on my floor sniffing my fucking clothes and touching yourself.” Without having to look back at the doorknob, Bakugou gave the little lock a twist, setting the latch firmly in place.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you could only stare at him, your eyes captivated by that fierce glare. How hot he made you only intensified now that he was back in your presence, and more than that, the asshole was even shirtless. His flawless muscular figure made your mouth feel dry, as if any and all liquid your body could produce was pooling between your legs. It was everything you could do not to start touching yourself again, clutching onto his shirt with both hands tightly. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I-”
“You’re just a damn psycho fan, aren’t ya?” Reaching up to give his hair a quick ruffle, Bakugou started making his way towards you, his ruined and ragged skater shoes squeaking against the smooth wooden floor. “I’m surprised you didn’t rip your shirt off during the fucking concert and throw your bra on stage.”
“I’m not stupid like those girls… I have dignity. And I don’t want a bunch of other people seeing my tits anyway.” Your voice lowered down to a meek whisper by the time he stood in front of you, both of his hands on his hips, as if he were about to scold you like an angry parent. With him so close, your eyes glanced over every inch of his bare torso, drinking in how absolutely flawless he was. What was even more enticing was the piercings he had so proudly boasted about not long ago, a pair of them placed on his collarbones, nipples, and hips.
“Tch, dignity?” Bakugou scoffed, a sly smirk crossing his lips. “‘Dignity’, the little slut says, as she sits on the floor in my dressing room fucking herself to the stench on my shirt. Pathetic.”
“What are… Are you going to kick me out?”
“There’s a lot that I could do to you,” Bakugou’s smirk turned wicked, his lips curling up to show his gums. “But how about you tell me what the fuck you were doing in here?”
“I just… I really wanted to get an autograph or picture with you. You’re my,” Your breath caught in your throat, not wanting to let it slip that he was your absolute dream man. “You’re my favorite band member.”
“Then what are you doing with my clothes?”
An intense burning suddenly rushed to your cheeks with a new round of embarrassment, and with it came the stinging sensation of tears building up in your eyes. What had you been doing? You had just wanted to talk to him more, to get to know him better, and just spend time with your hero. And yet, you had let yourself get completely overwhelmed by a burning desire for him, one that was just too strong to ignore in the moment of solitude with his possessions. You knew that you had a very intense crush on him, but that bad and that… gross? You had told yourself over and over that you weren’t like the desperate women who would do anything filthy to get his attention, yet here you were, sniffing his clothes and touching yourself.
“I… I don’t know what I was doing.” Your voice quivered as you avoided looking at him, trying to blink the tears away. “That was really gross of me. I had just… wanted to see you in private. I wasn’t getting a chance to talk to you, to any of you, and… I just wanted my chance.”
“You wanted your chance, eh?” Bakugou brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were in thought, contemplating his options. “So much that you’d sneak into my room, to wait for me or try to corner me?”
Swallowing the lump that had grown in your throat, you coward down back against the wall, wishing that you could just shrink away in shame. Your impulses had completely ruined your chances. He had to think you were a total freak by now, he’d never want to even give you the time of day.
“Ya know,” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, taking a half step closer to you. His posture and presence over you was so aggressive and domineering that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, only pulling your legs up tighter to your chest to try and get further away from him. “You talk all big, saying that you’re not like those other extras out there that’ll drop their pants in seconds for me. That you have ‘dignity’. But I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re just like those other sluts out there, a stupid whore that is driven by nothing but her cunt.”
You gave a small shake of your head, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the swirling in your stomach from how he was treating you. You couldn’t believe it was turning you on so much. “No, I… That isn’t what I wanted.”
“I think it is. You’re disgusting. Nothing but a filthy super fan and a stalker. Why don’t you just admit it?”
“Because… It’s not true. I love you, but not… It’s not all like that.”
“If you loved me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” The change in tone caught you off guard, his voice no longer accusatory and vicious. Instead, his growl was almost soothing, as if he were trying to calm your frantic thoughts of failure. “You’d do anything to stay in the same room as me. To just be able to fucking look at me or get a shitty autograph, hm?”
“I would… yes.” Your heart racing, you tried to blink away the tears still prickling in your eyes, but they were persistent. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll… do that, too. I shouldn’t have come here like this in the first place…”
“You regret it?” Bakugou moved his hands back to his hips, his fingers resting against the pristine shape of his hips with such rugged and confident posture. You were so conflicted on your feelings, and that question only made your throat grow tight. Did you regret it? All your actions up to this point had gotten you here, alone in his room with him, and no matter what the interaction was or may end up being, just getting to be here was a dream come true.
But what would you do? Would you really do anything he asked of you? Anything? In truth, you didn’t think that you had the courage and you would just annoy him until he kicked you out. What would he even want from you in the first place? You weren’t innocent enough to not have noticed the bulge beneath the zipper of his shorts, pressing up into the fabric. Was this entire situation, having you cowering on the floor in front of him like this, actually turning him on? Did he… like you, then? Was he attracted to you?
“I asked you a question.” Bakugou snapped when you didn’t answer him, leaning forward a bit to glower down at you with that typical snarl.
“I don’t… I don’t regret it. I just don’t want to upset you.”
“Aw, don’t want to upset me, eh?” With a click of his tongue, Bakugou’s snarl stretched into a smirk. “Poor little stalker, scared to upset me. Don’t worry, babygirl. Just do what I ask, and you won’t upset me.”
“Really? You’re not upset?”
“Not at all, babe. But you have to do what I say. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” The condescending growl of his voice was lost to you, only able to latch on to the pet names and hope of getting back on his good side.
“Yes.”
“Because you’re not like those other girls. You're my number one fan. Aren’t you?”
A new burning of heat and tears flared up, unable to stop the happy smile on your lips. “Yes. Yes! I am! I love you so much-”
“Get on your knees.”
Smile faltering, you were confused by the demand, looking up at Bakugou through your gathered tears. “What?”
“Get on your fucking knees.” Bakugou snapped again, the gleam in his glare almost… sinister. Still, there was something in you that begged for you to comply, and just like your impulses earlier, you couldn’t ignore it. Squeezing the fabric of his shirt tightly in your hands, you slowly shifted yourself up onto your knees as demanded, though the space between him and the wall was limited. Worried about your face being too close to his crotch, you sat back mostly on your legs, but he was quick to correct you.
“All the way up on your knees.”
Nibbling at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself up to be kneeling, your eyes glancing and looking everywhere but at the crotch of his baggy blank punk shorts, which reached his knees and ended in tattered fabric. The chains on both hips rattled lightly as he shifted his weight to his other foot, and that slight sound pulled your eyes to look at them, and thus at his crotch. At this angle, you could truly see how strained he was, the form of his cock clearly visible. The heat in your cheeks grew fiercer just thinking about what was just a few inches from your nose, and what was worse, the smell of him was overwhelming all your senses. He must have just recently reapplied his spray after sweating like mad for hours on end, but even his natural scent was enticing.
“What are you looking at, babe?”
Bakugou’s voice broke you out of your stupor, bringing you to look up at his face. “Nothing… Just, well…” Your voice tapered off, unable to find it within you to ask him. He obviously had a boner, but what the hell did that mean?
“Open your mouth. Keep those pretty eyes on my face.” His commands had grown softer, as if he were purring at you to keep you compliant. Opening your mouth as told, you peered up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back a little. The way his smirk grew had your skin tingling, but that isn’t what had all your attention. Your focus was on his hips, listening to the rustling of fabric and watching the movement of his arms through your peripheral vision. “Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. And don’t move.”
Slowly, your tongue lolled out, and the low groan he gave in satisfaction of your obedience had you opening your mouth wider. As you sat there waiting for him, you could feel the saliva beginning to dribble down your chin and along the length of your tongue, gathering in a slick pool before dripping off the tip of your tongue to the floor.
Suddenly, you felt a hard and hot presence slap against your tongue, making you squeak and recoil back. Though, before you could get far, your hair was in Bakugou’s fist, yanking you back up into position and peering up at him in shocked fear. He was visibly agitated, but his smirk was still wide, teeth bared.
“What do you think you’re doing, slut? I said don’t move. You told me you’d do anything I say.”
Trembling now, you pulled your gaze from his to look at his hips, pressing your lips together tightly as you gazed upon his erect cock. As he held it steady with his free hand, you couldn’t help but take in every detail, from the girth and length, the prominent veins and ridges, and the frenum barbell piercing nestled just under the blushing head. It was truly the most attractive cock you had ever seen in your life, and a fire began to rage in your core as you realized that was what had just hit your tongue.
Bakugou’s cock… He… He wants me to suck him off? What if I’m not good enough… I shouldn’t!
You could feel the heat of your essence beginning to dribble down your thighs, your poor excuse for underwear and hose completely soaked through. You could feel the throbbing all the way into your stomach, and it was impossible to deny that you were the horniest you had ever been. But this isn’t what you had expected or wanted to do. Was it?
“That’s what you said, isn’t it?” Bakugou pulled your head a bit closer, giving you a few rough smacks to the cheek with his impressive cock. “You would do anything for me.” With your lips still tightly closed, he ran the tip of his cock across them, smearing his precum along your skin. “So be a good girl and give my cock a little kiss. Be sweet, now.”
Although the demand was embarrassing, the pressure of his grip on your hair and his cock literally at your lips made you feel like you truly didn’t have a choice. He was in control of all of this. He could do anything he wanted. He could get you arrested, even. You had to do what he said, not only for your own benefit, but because you adored him. So, you placed a tender kiss right beneath the head, your eyes fluttering closed. Abandoning the t-shirt in your hands, you reached up to softly caress his cock, using your grip to move it up to give you more access to the underside. Your kisses were quite timid at first, but as one lingered against the underside of his shaft, the pulsing you could feel against your lips made your body ache.
Eventually, your kisses became more passionate, even giving light suckles and little kitten licks, teasing the piercing and the sensitive head. Hearing him groan with the attention pulled your eyes up to look at him, a bit surprised to see that his cheeks were quite flushed, and his smirk had faded. Was he really enjoying this?
Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, Bakugou only further crushed you with his overwhelming presence and dominance, making you pause in worry. “Good girl. Now open your fucking mouth.”
The instant your lips parted wide enough, Bakugou simultaneously pulled your head and pressed his hips forward, shoving his cock into your mouth, the tip stopping at the back of your tongue. Squeaking and groaning in surprise of the forced entry, you clutched on tightly to his thighs, only just having noticed that his shorts had fallen around his feet. His boxers had simply been pushed down out of the way, but the elastic kept them up on his hips for now. You were unable to move, his grip on your hair too tight to pull back. He didn’t want you to do the work?
“That’s it, baby. Keep that mouth nice and open for my cock. You don’t gag easily do you?” You could hear the feigned concern in the question, and the only answer you could give is a furrow of your brow, new tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Oh well. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
It was then that Bakugou began to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth slow and shallow. You were actually surprised that he started out so cautious, but you could tell that the pleasure was beginning to grow quickly. “Fuck babe, you’re such a good little slut for me.” Ever so slightly, he began to thrust faster and deeper, until the tip of his cock was hitting against the back of your throat. You were lucky that you didn’t have a strong gag reflex, as you knew that anyone who did would have already puked all over him. But you could take it. You could take it for him, to let him have his way with you just to stay with him a little longer.
Though, you were finding that it was difficult, breathing in through your nose and trying to distract yourself from the burning in your jaw. Each thrust had your nose touching his pelvis and his balls slapping against your chin, which was coated in drool that dripped freely. It was so difficult to handle him, in fact, that you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks, only further displacing your already ruined makeup from crying earlier. You were a mess already, but the fire within you didn’t falter. If not for needing to grip onto his thighs to keep you balanced, you would be touching yourself again, the craving for your own pleasure just as suffocating as the dick in your throat.
Still, your struggles were worth it. You got to watch Bakugou’s expression, his brow no longer furrowed in anger but in pleasure, his eyes glazed over with the undying need for release. His face was flushed and sweat was already beginning to drip down along his skin, his body still affected by the intense performance he hadn’t finished not even an hour ago. The way his body moved, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your grip on his thighs. He was so gorgeous.
You had expected him to finish in your mouth, but after some time of fucking your throat raw, he stopped, holding the back of your head as he dug his cock as deep in as he could. You groaned and whined from the pressure, wishing desperately for relief while pushing on his thighs. With his own groan and hiss of pleasure, Bakugou pulled out of your mouth slowly, his smirk returning as he took in the sight of you. “You should see yourself. Filthy. Keep your tongue out.” When he finally removed himself completely, you took in a deep breath, gasping and panting to try and recover from the brutality you had to endure. Your tongue, however, stayed out as he demanded, allowing him to rub the underside of his tip against it.
“You’re fuckin’ hot, you know that? So fucking sexy. I bet you have a nice tight little pussy, too.” After a few rough slaps of his cock against your tongue, he took a step back, stepping out of his shorts as he did so as well as his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. “Stand the fuck up.”
Swallowing hard, you took the moment of getting to your feet to wipe your chin of the mess of liquids, but you didn’t get much time to steady yourself. Snatched by the arm, Bakugou dragged you over a few feet towards the couch, grabbing you once again by the hair and forcing you down over the armrest. The couch was quite tall, so with your upper body pressed into the cushions and your hips snuggly in place against the armrest, you could barely touch the floor with your tiptoes. It was another uncomfortable position, but you ignored the pressure on your belly as your ass was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room, your skirt flipped up out of the way.
“Fuck you have a nice ass.” Gripping your backside with both hands firmly, Bakugou squeezed and spread you open, taking in the pleasant view. “What a fucking punk poser you are with these shitty fishnets. They don’t even do shit.” Digging his fingers into the holes along your crotch, he gave a rough yank, ripping the fabric open to give him easy access. “Holy fucking shit, you should see how wet you are, babygirl.”
You whimpered at the feeling of his thumb stroking along your sex, the slick that coated your skin giving him no resistance. You could feel it, all over your inner thighs and aching cunt, but now your favorite person in the entire world could see it, too. He could see how wet he made you, how getting tossed around by him made you feel.
I… I didn’t agree to all of this. I know it isn’t right. I didn’t want it to go this far, but… How can I stop him? Why would I stop him? He’s… I love him so much! I want him to touch me, even though I know I shouldn’t--
Your thoughts were cut off by your own gasp, your body tensing and legs bending at the knee involuntarily at the sudden pleasure that rocked through your body. You knew what it was, his tongue hot and eager against your clit as he ate you out. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt and grunting in delight at the taste of you had your mind spinning, the pleasure devouring your body. Not wanting to be heard by anyone outside, you moaned and gasped into the fabric of the couch cushion, digging your nails into it as you did everything you could to not writhe out of his grip.
You were so sensitive to his touch that you could feel everything, from his nails digging into your hips to the way his tongue piercing slid across your clit. It was as if he knew exactly how to use it to be able to drive you completely insane, the hard metal sending shocks of lightning through your body with each stroke and flick.
“Ba-Bakugou, ahh-!” You tugged and pulled at the couch cushion in your grip, digging the toes of your boots into the floor. “It’s too much! Wait--!”
“Too much? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? You can take anything I give you.” As he stood back up, you looked up at him over your shoulder, having to peek through your messy hair to see him. That wicked and excited smirk was back, and you were only able to watch as he gripped your ass in his hands, sliding his cock between your cheeks to coat himself in your essence. “And I know what you want me to give to you. You want my dick inside you, babygirl?”
Immediately, you stomach rolled nervously, eyes on the tip of his cock and the precum dribbling from it. You were on birth control, there wasn’t necessarily anything risky about that, but there was something else that pricked at the back of your mind. If you did this with him, then you knew that you could never settle for another man. You would want him forever, as you always had, but would you ever get a chance like this again? Would you ever even see him again after today?
It doesn’t matter… I’ll do it!
“Yes! Yes, Bakugou, I want you.” You were surprised as he leaned away from you for a moment, though what he was doing was quickly made clear as he came back into full view with a drumstick. The way that it was beaten and chipped told you that it was one he had used that performance, and the other was probably close by, set to be discarded or handed out to fans.
“And why do you want me?” Bakugou dug the stick into your hose, giving a sharp yank to further rip the delicate fabric and expose more of your ass to him fully. “Just because I’m your favorite of the band?”
“No!” You couldn’t help but become defensive. “I… I care about you more than that!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as he began to run the tip of the stick across your skin towards your cunt, mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do with it. You could still feel and see his cock between your cheeks, hot and pulsing, and you were honestly surprised that he could hold out to tease you this long. Just seeing you like this, bent over and so submissive, was enough to keep him going long enough to torture you a bit.
“You love me? Even though I’ve slapped you, pulled your hair, and fucked your throat until you went hoarse? Even though I have your ass bent over the couch and haven’t given you any more than a few minutes of pleasure?” Suddenly, he brought the stick down hard onto your ass, making you yelp out and tremble beneath him. The pain was so good! You wanted that again, and you received it without having to ask, a moan slipping from your lips.
“Yes! I’ll love you no matter what you do to me! Always! I love it when you throw me around and use me like this! Please, use me more! I’m your little slut, Bakugou--” You were silenced as he leaned over you, his palm pressing into the side of your face and pushing the hair roughly away from obscuring your flushed and teary features. Now with your full attention, Bakugou smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.
“No, no, my pet. Call me by my name.”
The heat that rushed to your face made even his burning palms feel cool, trying to blink the tears away as they rushed down the side of your nose to soak into the couch. Was he being serious? He wanted you to call him by name… by his first name. Something that he never allowed anyone but those close to him to do, and you had seen him on more than one occasion snap at people when they did it. He was huge on respect and feeling dominant over others, so to him, his given name was sacred.
“Ka… Katsuki…” You couldn’t speak any louder than an airy whisper, though his reaction was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. Smirk growing, Bakugou sat up from over your back, his fingers curling into your ruined hair as he began to rut his hips against you. His cock stroked slowly against your ass, his tip teasingly pressing into your cunt before slipping up back between your cheeks.
“Again.” The drumstick still in his free hand, he brought it down hard onto the already abused and welted cheek, right as your voice had begun to leave your lips.
“Ka-ah! Katsuki!” With another whack, your body instinctively tried to shift away from him, though all it did was off set his cock. His tip slipped into you, making you pause, both from the feeling and from the irritated growl that left his chest.
“What a naughty little bitch, trying to get me to fuck you before I say so.”
“N-no, it was just--”
“-- Well if you want it so fucking bad, I’ll give it to you!” Abandoning your hair and the drumstick, he gripped your hips tightly in both hands, sinking his cock into you with one quick snap of his hips. “I’ll show you who fucking owns you!”
You didn’t have time to think or respond as he began to fuck you, fast and hard. Already, the pleasure was overwhelming, rolling through your body like electricity. It was perfect, everything you had ever imagined and more. The way he filled you up to the absolute brim, not leaving a single inch of you untouched, had the coil in your core tightening so quickly that you couldn’t even think about how to restrain it. You were going to cum very quickly, and you had never wanted to so badly in your life.
“How does my cock feel inside you, slut?”
“G-good,” You struggled to choke out a response behind your moans, which squeaked with surprise as he picked up the pace. “It feels good!”
“You want to cum all over it, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Beg for it.”
At first, you couldn’t even comprehend what he was asking you, your mind growing hazy to everything but the pleasure. “I… please!” You reached back, clutching onto his hand tightly, digging your nails into his skin in hopes that it would keep him latched to you. “Please! Please let me cum, Katsuki! I want to cum all over your cock! I love it!”
When the pleasure stopped, all you could do was sit there in shock, the emptiness you felt as he pulled out of you making your stomach sink. Had you said the wrong thing? Before you could really ask him, you were grabbed by the elbows and lifted up off the couch, your body flipped so you were sitting on the armrest with your legs now loosely hooked around his hips. In the next moment, his strong arms were around your body, one hooked around your hips to pull them snug against his own while the other supported your upper body. What shocked you more than that was the fierceness of his lips against yours, kissing you with intense passion and aggressiveness that you couldn’t help but to give in.
Wrapping your arms around his torso, you moaned and gasped softly into the kiss, his hips once again rutting against yours to stroke his length against your clit. For a moment, things seemed to feel different than they had during this entire experience. It wasn’t as if he were using you anymore, doing everything entirely for his own benefit. Instead, his touch was attentive, caressing you and moving your body into position without force. Even the way he kissed you was quick to change, from dominating your mouth to a more tender sweetness. You didn’t ever want it to end, but you allowed it when he pulled away, gazing up into his piercing crimson gaze as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I want to see that pretty face when you cum.” The growl against your lips was teetering on threatening, as if he were warning you to not even think about turning away or hiding your face in his shoulder. “I want to see how good my cock makes you feel, baby. So cum all over it like a good girl.” As he began to sink his cock into you slowly, you couldn’t control your reactions to it, Your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as he bottomed out inside you, even biting down onto your bottom lip as you whined.
“Yes, Katsuki--” Your voice hitched as he began to thrust into you again, his cock reaching even deeper inside you that it had been before. “--Please watch my face… See how happy you make me!”
“That’s right, you slut. That’s because you belong to me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me.” As he fucked you, he relied on your grip on him to keep you up, both of his hands moving to grip your hips again. As the pleasure began to boil, you dug your nails into his back, your voice spiking as he became rougher with the added pain.
“Yes! Yes, anything! I’ll be your little slut forever, Katsuki! Just please don’t stop!” It was impossible to tear your eyes away from his even if you wanted to, but it was more than just the fact that they were intoxicating. He may have wanted to watch your face for the visual expressions of pleasure, but he didn’t realize that his demand to keep your eyes on him gave away more than he probably had expected to. There was no anger or frustration that you had seen before. Instead, he seemed absolutely overwhelmed with the pleasure himself, just as you were, and the flushing of his cheeks paired with his upwards furrowed brow gave him almost a… desperate look. Like he was pushing himself to make sure he was fucking you as well as he possibly could.
Was he feeling some self-consciousness about all of this, too? Or regret for pushing you to this, unwillingly at first? You didn’t know, and you knew in the end he wouldn’t tell you if you asked.
“Fucking hell, babygirl, your pussy is so fucking tight,” Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours again, wrapping his arms back around your waist to hold you closer, both to the edge of the armrest and his body. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in months. I hope you’re ready for my cum all over that pretty face--”
“No!” You moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, one hand pressing against the back of his head with fingers tangled in his hair. “Come inside me! Please, Katsuki, I want you to fill me up! It’s okay--” Your voice cracked with a cry of pleasure, your encouragement pushing him to fuck you harder and deeper.
“Then cum for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock.”
With that command, you couldn’t hold the coil still any longer. It shattered with his movements inside you, each rough hit of his tip against your cervix only prolonging your orgasm and sending wave after wave of harsh pleasure through your body. Trembling, you squeezed onto him tightly, clutching a fist full of his hair and kissing him roughly, moaning and sighing softly into the kiss as he didn’t give you a moment to breathe. Within moments after your climax, his thrusts became slower and erratic, before he was finally able to release.
Groaning and cursing against your lips, Bakugou kept his gaze locked with yours, not giving you any room to move or pull back as he came inside you. How hot it was coating your walls made you shiver, squeezing his hips with your thighs and pulling yourself in closer. It was an incredible high, and as you both came down from it together, you both loosened your grip on each other.
For a moment, you stayed connected, your head on his shoulder with your forehead pressed against his neck, able to feel his pulse against your skin and his chest heaving against yours. Had all of this really just happened? You were pressed up against your crush, his arms wrapped around you with one large hand stroking up and down your back softly. It was so strange compared to his aggressive demeanor just moments before. You knew that it should have made you happy, but instead, all it did was confuse you, and you felt a new wave of tears rush down your flushed cheeks.
Able to feel your tears run down his chest, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue, prying you off him with little pressure. In the same moment, he slipped his semi flaccid dick from within your still aching cunt, pulling his boxers back into place to cover himself. “Fucking crying again? Seriously?”
Steadying yourself on the armrest with your hands, you kept your gaze downcast, squeezing your legs together as you could feel his cum beginning to leak out. “I’m sorry, Bakugou, I just--”
“--Katsuki!”
His loud correction made you jump, looking up at his face in shock as he glowered down at you. His cheeks were still flushed red, but you were unsure if it was from the exertion of what you had just done or from something else. Reaching over, Bakugou wiped your cheeks roughly with his thumbs, before giving you a bump to the bottom of your chin, as if telling you to cheer up. “I already fucking told you, psycho fan. Katsuki.”
“Right. I… should I leave now?”
Unsure of what to do with yourself, you stared up at Bakugou expectantly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. With another click of his tongue, Bakugou bent over and snatched the forgotten drum stick up off the floor, taking a few steps away towards the vanity that was neatly organized with what you assumed he wore during a performance. Picking up what looked like a marker, Bakugou wrote something on the thick end of the drumstick, before presenting it to you. “Here.”
Feeling your throat begin to close up as nerves began to take hold of you, it took you a moment to even find the courage to look at the stick, scared of what he might have written on it. Of course, it was probably just his autograph, which he had promised you at the beginning of all this. There wasn’t much time to look at it, though, before Bakugou huffed, shoving it against your chest and forcing you to grab it. “Take the damn thing!”
Body still feeling quite weak, you squeaked as you fell backwards onto the couch from his push, clutching the drumstick tightly. You could see the tips of Bakugou’s ears flush as he scoffed, pointing towards the door that led out into the hallway. It was… cute.
“Will you get out! Fuck, you’ve wasted enough of my time for now, go back to your friends!”
For now…?
Sitting up, you took a moment to fix your hair and wipe your face again, using the edge of your shirt to help you. “Do I look clean enough?”
“You look just as fucking hot as you did when I first walked in. Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.” Walking over towards his pile of laundry, Bakugou picked up the shirt he had caught you with, tossing it at you and hitting you in the face. “And take that shit with you! You like it so much; you can have it.”
Clutching both of your new prized possessions close to your chest, you hopped up like an excited child, smiling wide and squealing as you hopped towards the door. “Aahh, thank you, Katsuki! Thank you! I’m… sorry again for intruding…”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry for the welts on your ass. Now fuck off!” Bakugou barked again, trying to rush you out for whatever reason. Stepping outside, you couldn’t help but take a moment to lean back against the wall when the door shut, breathing heavily and blushing fiercely. In truth, you weren’t sure what to make of that entire endeavor, thrown into a confusing mix of shame, embarrassment, arousal, and longing. You shouldn’t have done that, and yet, you just didn’t want to leave his side.
“Got a little lost, didn’t ya, babe?”
The squeal that left your lips was quickly doused by the t-shirt in your hand, jumping and nearly slamming yourself back against the wall in shock of the unexpected voice. Standing across the hall was Kirishima, whose presence you were surprised you didn’t notice immediately. The mischievous smirk on his lips quickly widened into a pleasant grin, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight. Had he been waiting for you to come out?
“You skipped the bathroom, you know! It’s down that way. I decided to come look for you before we were forced to call security guards, but I guess Bakugou found you first.”
“A-ah, sorry! I… saw him go in his room and I just wanted an autograph.” Holding your treasures close to your chest, your stomach rolled nervously as Kirishima leaned in closer, his eyes locked on the visible part of the drumstick.
“Aahh, I get it! Bakugou can be kind of a jerk, I’m surprised! But uh… if you want to convince anyone else that you were just getting an autograph, you should really go to the bathroom. I’m sure Bakugou didn’t give you a mirror, but you look like you had a real good time.” You could hear the tone in his voice lower from friendly to flirtatious, and you quickly tried to fix your hair.
“H-he told me I looked fine!”
“To him you probably do. May I?” Still grinning with a friendly disposition, you glanced at both of Kirishima’s hands as he held them up in an offering of help, before nodding timidly. He began to run his rough fingers through your hair, fixing it back into a state of normalcy with a tender touch that was so opposite to what you had just experienced with Bakugou. “You’re cute. I can see why he was so into you right away.”
“That isn’t… normal for him?” Your eyes glanced over Kirishima’s exposed muscular arms and sides, the deep cut in the arms of his tank showing all the way to his hips. You thought you saw his smile turn sly out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t be sure.
“Nah sweetheart. Bakugou might be a lot of things, but he doesn’t go for random chicks.” Seemingly satisfied, Kirishima also used his thumbs to wipe your cheeks and under your eyes. “Such a messy thing.”
“Thank you, Kirishima… I’m… I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.” Your heartbeat grew heavier as the redhead in front of you didn’t step back, towering over you just as the blonde had. “I’ll go to the restroom and then... Back to the group.”
With a chuckle, Kirishima nodded, tapping the end of the drumstick a few times. “You do that! I’ll meet you back there, just going to have a few words with our drummer. Careful with this stuff, yeah? Someone might just try to take it.”
“I will…”
“Go on, then, scoot.” With a nudge, you were pushed forward down the hall gently, only taking a moment to look back at the pleasant smiling man behind you. He was so different from Bakugou and yet they were the closest friends in the band. You knew that Bakugou was going to tell him everything, and you could only hope that it was going to end up a positive conversation. You hated the thought of Kirishima spending the rest of the VIP visit looking at you in disgust, or even the possibility of him putting you down in front of everyone.
Flustered, you scurried down the hall into the bathroom, slipping into a stall. After pushing down what was left of your hoes and your drenched thong, you plopped to sit, relieving yourself as you held the t-shirt and drumstick close to your chest. Though, it dawned on you that you hadn’t even looked at what Bakugou had written on the stick, so growing curious, you held it with both hands and spun it slowly to look over every inch. The ridges, dents, and splints in the wood were marks of every beat Bakugou had played, a solid crack down the middle representing just how powerful he was.
In truth, you felt like that drumstick. You were always a splintered person, emotionally broken and splintered off from the world. And yet, Bakugou had touched you with his passion. But did that mean that you were truly broken now? Could you ever be used again by any other person, or would you snap into pieces the instant your heart tried to find its beat again?
Eyes tearing up, you tried to blink them away, carefully running your finger along the crack until it met with a smudge of black writing. Unlike what you expected, there was no autograph. Instead, the words “Call Me” were scribbled in the black ink, along with a series of numbers.
Is that… his cell phone number?! It’s different from what I had found… Those must have been fakes.
Reaching down into your boot, you pulled out your phone, having placed it there for safe keeping, though you were surprised it stayed in place the entire time in Bakugou’s room. Without an ounce of hesitation, you created his contact and started a message, sending it so quickly you didn’t even consider the consequences, though his words did ring in your ear loud enough to make you think he was right beside you.
“Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.”
He said to call him, but… texting is the same, right?
Me 10:45 pm: Katsuki?
Bakugou 10:47 pm: hey babygirl. ever been to an after party?
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Hey! I am new to your blog, but I binged everything, hehe, and I think you're amazing! Could you maybe do hcs with Bakusquad and todoroki with a s/o who is scared to let them meet their parents because they're the strict type who think that once you're in a relationship it basically means you intend to marry the person?
Bakusquad and Todoroki with an s/o who has strict parents
Genre: fluff
Pairings: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader, Sero x reader, Kaminari x reader, Mina x reader, Jirou x reader, Shinsou x reader, Todoroki x reader
a/n: this took me so long im so sorry but wow this took a lot of energy out of me JFJFSJKFA i hope i got what you wanted anon ! (─‿‿─)♡
Bakugou Katsuki
you and katsuki have been dating for quite a while now
he had already invited you to his house and you coincidentally met his parents !
he hadnt expected them to be there but they coddled u like there was no tomorrow !! (─‿‿─)♡
they asked u tons of question and u even cooked dinner with masaru !
it was a great bonding experience !
katsuki was ofc not happy with this becuz he only wanted u to himself ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐
after dinner he hauled u to his room and demanded cuddles
after that though, he lowkey expected that u would to introduce him to ur parents too
just so things are fair and square
but after numerous hints u still havent gotten the clue ! so he just confronts u abt it
but softly
“so when am i gonna meet your parents?”
you kinda turn to him a little hesitantly
your parents are pretty strict
they didnt even know you were dating bakugou at all
all they knew was that you were doing very well at UA
“uh do you want to meet them?”
“well its just, you met mine, so that means i can meet yours right?”
bakugou looks so tiny like that he justs pouting a little with his arms crossed over his chest
“i mean, theyre really strict baby, im not even allowed to be dating you right now”
bakubabes kinda shocked so he just asks u more questions
“what do you mean??”
“well if i am to date someone, they want that person to be like my future spouse or something, so its either all or nothing for them”
“tch, me? marry you? in your dreams”
u alrdy know bakugou is teasing but u hit him nonetheless
lets just say you both agree to not bring him home for a while
Kirishima Eijirou
you had already met kirishima’s mothers a few weeks back during an impromptu outing the mall with his family
there were lovely of course ! and kirishima is the living proof of all their hard work into making one of the nicest boys in the whole world
after that though
kiri had gotten a little hopeful that you’d introduce him to your parents as well
soon enough he couldnt keep it in and it eventually came out in word vomit
“huh, you want to meet my parents?”
kiri just nodded meekly and settled down on your bed, patting the space next to him
you plop down and pull him into a hug, cradling him against your chest
“uh listen baby, my parents, theyre not like yours”
“huh, what do you mean?”
“well theyre kinda strict, they dont even want me dating in the first place, plus if you do meet them, theyre expecting that you’ve already thought out how youre going to ask for my hand in marriage or something like that”
“i mean, i can marry you now if you want?”
you splutter over your words and push kirishima off your chest
“whaaaaat im serious!!”
after that you and kirishima have a thorough discussion on why he cant ask you to marry him just yet
Sero Hanta
hes pretty chill about the idea of meeting your parents and you meeting his
he isnt really going to plan anything but if anything happens to happen then he’ll just go with the flow
his parents had invited you over to dinner after they managed to spot you at a random shopping center
sero was FLUSHED !! but he let it happen, walking a little behind his parents so he could hold your hand
after that though things are totally chill
he doesnt really expect to meet your parents
as he didnt plan you meeting his parents either
but he does ask you what theyre like !
one day while you were cuddling he just looks up at you and asks you, “what are your parents like?”
“theyre pretty traditional”
“what kind of traditional?”
“the ‘are you prepared to marry my child and provide for them for the rest of your life?’ kind of traditional’
sero kinda just wheezes at your answer at your answer and leaves it alone for awhile
Kaminari Denki
hes kinda insistent on meeting ur parents
but only because he knows that its like the special bases of relationships
plus he also wants to meet the wonderful people who created you
he introduced you to his parents on your 5th month of dating
cuz he just wants the people he loves the most to interact with each other
plus with how much he talks about you home, they were also quite eager to meet you
so of course he is kinda gonna be insistent
one day he runs up to your room and presents a fancy night with you, him, and your parents
he pushes you in and explains it to you thoroughly !!
you feel kinda bad to tell him that this might not happen
“im sorry bug, but im not sure if we can do this with my parents”
hes shocked ! he sits up a little for a moment but he ends up sagging in sadness after a while
“but why”
and hes pouting !!
you feel so sad about hurting him about this
“my parents are really strict, they might not approve of you baby, they’ll probably even ask you if youre gonna marry me or something”
“i will marry you though!!”
Mina Ashido
like denki she’s a little persistent
she’s just very enthusiastic about you and everything about you
so that includes your home life
she already introduced you to her parents long ago
so shes pretty expectant
she always kinda brings it up
“so when can i meet your parents” is a common phrase you hear from her
you kinda dismiss her questions and you change the topic after that
but after a while she gets fed up and confront you about it
and although you feel bad you still feel a little reluctant to tell her
you didnt wanna ruin anything just cuz your parents are stupidly strict
but you decide to tell her anyway
you explain to her how strict your parents are but she doesnt really get the gist of it
“what do you mean though?”
“well, they’ll probably ask you if youre ready to marry me or something”
“of course i am!”
you fluster at her words
she cuddles up to u and doesnt let u leave her arms after that
Jirou Kyouka
shes kinda shy about those things
so she usually just focuses on you and only you
she never really thought about meeting your parents until the squad (mainly denki and mina) asked about it
“what do you mean when am i gonna meet their parents?”
“thats like!! the biggest step in a relationship!! if you dont meet their parents youre probably not gonna be long term!”
jirou dismisses mina’s statement and leaves to find you
although it does sound a little ridiculous, she is kinda nervous about that
was she not enough for your parents?
she finds you in your room and beats around the bush for a while before getting straight to the point, kinda
“so uh you wanna exchange parents?’
“what”
“no, sorry, i mean, like, wanna meet my parents and ill meet yours?”
youve heard stories about kyouka’s parents and they sound pretty awesome so in your mind you agree immediately
but the thought of kyouka meeting your annoyingly traditional parents sounded like a nightmare
“i dont think you’ll like my parents”
she asks a simple way and you give her a simple answer
shes totally cool with it cuz yeah she doesnt like overly traditional people
so you both end up just laying down and cuddling together
Shinsou Hitoshi
i dont think he really cares about meeting your parents
not that he doesnt care about your parents
no hes sure that they are lovely people
its just that shinsou is a litlte anti social as it is and likes to keep meeting new people to a minimum
but monoma kinda bugs him on it
egging him on to take initiative in your relationship for once and make a big step for the both of you
so one day, shinsou walks up to you begrudgingly with monoma hiding behind a wall nearby
(this is exactly what it looked like when monoma forced shinsou to gain the courage to ask you out)
“so, can i uh, meet your parents?”
you kinda laugh at how he asked it so weirdly
“where did this come from?”
“monoma said i need to man up and take initiative in our relationship and make a big step so that we can stay together forever”
you laugh even harder but you cant help but have your heart melt at shinsou’s purpose taking to you now
it may not seem like it but he really does want to have you around forever
“theyre pretty strict and traditional baby, you sure you wanna meet them?”
he turns around and monoma gives him a firm face and a thumbs up
shinsou turns back around and nods firmly
you cant help but laugh again at how adorable he looks
moving to wrap your arms around his neck you give him a small peck on the cheek
Todoroki Shouto
todoorki’s had his fair share of experience when it comes to parents
so hes not entirely eager to meet your parents
but he does think about it every now and then
for sure not everyone is going to be like his father
but hes got quite a foul mouth and no brain to mouth filter when he does speak
but he knows respect
just dont cross his line
he doesnt really bring up meeting your parents for a while
iida had asked about it once since it was a formal thing to do when gaining a significant other
todoroki simply shrugged and said he’ll think about it
and he did think about it
later that day after training he approached you, pulling on your arm to bring you closer to him
he soon pulled you to a stop by the side of the hallway, stepping rather close to you
“can i meet your parents?”
“eh??”
it was so sudden that you couldnt help your surprise
neither of you talk much about your parents (except for Rei who you had met a while back)
“well, I don’t think you’ll like them sweetie”
“I’m sure they’re lovely”
“Well, they’re just a tiny bit like your dad, not the abuse, but the uhm, in the traditional sense?”
todoroki nods firmly and pulls you to stay under his arm as you resume walking back to the dorms
“well, my mother will be your mother-in-law soon enough so you don’t need to worry”
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JEALOUS | Luke Patterson
Requested by anon: “5 times Luke gets jealous and one time he doesn’t have too. Luke x reader?”
PAIRING(s): Mercer!fem reader x Luke Patterson
WARNING(s): angst, fluff
WORDS: 2.3k
SUMMARY: Five times Luke Patterson gets jealous and one time he doesn’t have to.
A/N: hi! sorry this took so long, lol. school sucks. :/ i promise im gonna be posting more frequently from now onwards! anyway, decided to make y/n alex’ sister, bc i’ve been wanting to try it for a while. hope u like it!! <3 also, song used is carry me by kygo ft. julia michaels.
1.
The first time that Luke Patterson feels that scorching, smoldering rage in the pit of his stomach is when he notices Y/N Mercer stare at his bandmate, Bobby Wilson, for the entirety of their hour-long Literature class.
At first, he doesn’t understand why he feels this way: Y/N’s just as much Bobby’s friend as she is his. Well, not really – Luke likes to believe that he is the one that she is closest to in the band, other than her brother, Alex, of course. Sure, Bobby and Y/N are friends – they say ‘hi’ when they pass by each other in the hallway, she helps him out with his Physics homework when he asks, and he asks her how her day’s been – that sort of friends. They’ve never really interacted more than it was required, and Luke knows that if Bobby wasn’t a part of their band, Sunset Curve, or if Y/N wasn’t their drummer’s sister, those two wouldn’t be friends.
Anyway, he thinks that maybe it’s because they are supposed to be partners, working on their assignment together – and instead, she is choosing to abandon him and stare at one of his best mates, instead. He thinks that maybe he’s mad because she promised him that she would help him out with this assignment, which is particularly hard, and now, it feels like he’s ditching her.
Instead of thinking about why he is so bothered at the fact that Y/N is staring at Bobby, Luke chooses to elbow her instead.
“What?” She whispers, a blush covering her cheeks.
“Can you focus?” He snaps as she rolls her eyes and opens their textbook.
“You’re annoying.”
2.
“Alex, Alex, Alex!”
“Luke, I’m sitting right beside you – you don’t need to yell.”
“There’s something that you should know.” Luke whispers, conspiratorially. Alex, who’s sitting beside him on the couch in the garage where they rehearse, leans forward, intrigued. “What?”
He points at Y/N, who’s sitting in front of Reggie in the opposite side of the room, strumming a guitar – Reggie’s teaching her how to play. Unlike her twin brother, she’s not naturally gifted in music, which is pretty evident from her occasional frustrated huffs, and the obviously off-key tune. Rather, science is her talent, and has always been. The top spot in their class has been permanently occupied by her ever since their first exam as freshmen.
“She!” Luke whispers. Alex furrows his brows. “Yes, I know that she has no musical talent whatsoever –”
“No, no, no. I mean, yes, she doesn’t have that – but you wanna know what she does?”
“I have a feeling that you’re gonna tell me even if I don’t wanna know.” Alex mutters.
“She has a crush on Bobby!” Luke scrunches his face, a disgusted look taking over.
The drummer raises his brows and bursts out laughing. “Really, dude?”
“No, no, no, I’m not lying, okay! I’ve seen her stare at him!”
He raises his brows. “So? She stares at a lot of people.”
“It wasn’t that way, okay? Last week, in class, she was ignoring me and staring at him. Plus, yesterday, when you were god knows where, she and Bobby were having a conversation. An actual conversation! I’ve never seen them talk that much. They were nerding out over Star Wars!”
“Dude, are you…” Alex pauses, looking around, “… jealous?” A smile spreads over his features.
Luke’s eyes widen, and he looks horrified. “What? Me? Jealous? Huh? Me? How?”
Inside, he is panicking. He hadn’t considered this possibility. Is he jealous? No, that can’t be. Y/N – he’s known her forever, and he is supposed to think of her as his sister. He does think so. He’s sure. He can’t – he doesn’t like her. She’s just… Y/N. Sure, he’s always thought that she’s beautiful. And smart. And so, so kind. He’s always admired her. OK, he might have had a little crush on her. But, in a totally harmless, admiring way! (In the way everyone seems to like Winona Ryder these days. Nothing more than that. Absolutely.)
She’s just Y/N.
Y/N, who’s always there for him after he has a bad day. Y/N, who’s the first person he hugs after playing an intense show. Y/N, who’s the only person who can understand his silence. Y/N, who makes sure that he knows that she appreciates him. Y/N, who he knows like the back of his hand.
Before Luke can panic any further, Bobby enters the garage, and Luke notices her attention immediately shift toward him. They exchange a smile, and Luke feels that rage, yet again.
He falls back on the couch, locking eyes with Alex, who is silently watching with a soft smile on his face.
“I’m not jealous.” He says weakly, and Alex nods – but he knows that it doesn’t convince either of them. His friend lays a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “It’s okay.”
3.
By the time the next month rolls around, Luke is positive that he’s jealous: so, he’s resorted to not thinking about it, her or even interacting with her – which is hard considering that she’s always around.
Now, he feels like shit. For their junior year, they are supposed to do a report on a Victorian era novel of their choice, with a partner. He and Y/N were supposed to partners – they had decided months ago and have also done previous assignments together. But now, since he hasn’t even dared to look at her in a month, she’s now doing the report with Bobby, of all people.
As he watches Bobby and Y/N sit next to each other with their arms brushing, he feels that rage again, and curses himself. Could he not have behaved like a normal person? He knows that she is confused as to why he’s suddenly ignoring and avoiding her – she has even asked her brother about it. But Luke had threatened Alex that he would tell everyone about his crush on Reggie if he even said a single syllable.
(Although Luke knows that he would never.)
He sighs, dramatically, and searches for someone else to pair up with, ignoring the way his heart clenches at the realization that he may be losing her.
4.
“Luke?”
He looks up and feels a rush in his veins.
“Are you… mad at me?” Y/N asks tentatively, standing at the door to his bedroom. Her eyes keep flitting between his face and around his bedroom, and he hates the fact that there seems to be an ocean between them.
“Uh…” He scratches the back of his neck, not knowing what to respond. She looks down at her feet, biting her lip and Luke feels a tug on his heartstrings at that. It’s been so, so long and he has so, so much to tell her, but he doesn’t know how to bridge the gap that he created.
He builds up his courage and says, “Yeah. I was kinda mad at you.”
Her eyebrows furrow, and panic flows into her e/c eyes. “What – what’d I do?”
Luke inhales sharply and wonders what he’s gonna say. It’s not like he can say that he was jealous of the fact that she liked Bobby, nor could he say that in the past month he has realized the fact that he may have a tiny, little crush on her and had to avoid her at all costs because she will never like him back and it’s too embarrassing?
He clears his throat. “Uh. It’s because you promised that you would do the English project with me but you’re doing it with Bobby.”
“But I’m only doing it with him because you won’t even look at me! Why won’t you?”
“I… You also ignored me for Bobby the other day?”
She throws her hands up. “What other day?”
“When we were working on the Shakespeare thingy!”
“I was not – now you’re making –”
“Forget it. Just go home, Y/N.”
A look of hurt flashes over her eyes, but she quickly clenches her jaw, and stands straighter, masking her emotions. “Asshole.”
She walks out his door, slamming the door shut behind her.
For the rest of the day, Luke lies on his bed and stares at his ceiling, and when Reggie comes over, he tells him that he’s ruined everything. Reggie lies beside him and asks softly, “You okay?”
“I think I like Y/N.” He whispers.
“We know.”
His lips part and he says in disbelief, “Alex told you?!”
Reggie shrugs. “He didn’t need to. Everyone can see the way that you look at her.”
Luke sighs, too tired to argue.
“Hey. It’s just a date, alright? It’s not like they’re getting married.”
Luke props himself on his elbow. “What?”
“Y’know, Y/N’s really picky –”
“What date?”
Reggie’s eyes widen. “Y-You didn’t know?”
Luke raises his brows, urging his friend to continue. He purses his lips and says, “Y/N and Bobby are on a date right now.”
Instantly, Luke feels as if his world has drained of every colour. Reggie looks uncomfortable, and whispers, “I thought you knew.”
“I, uh, I didn’t. Obviously.” He whispers, falling back on the bed again. His heart physically hurts, and he can feel tears prick at the back of his eyes. Mostly, he feels anger – at himself, and regret.
As jealousy claws its way to the surface, Luke mutters, “I hate Bobby.”
5.
Luke sits cross legged on the floor of the garage, with a Spanish guitar perched on his lap. His hands dance over the strings, trying to find the perfect melody for the song he just wrote.
Writing songs has always been his way of dealing with his emotions, especially when they got too intense. Right now, the situation with Y/N is exactly that.
His eyes dance over the notebook in front of him, and he closes his eyes, trying to forget everything that’s happened in the past couple of days.
“Cause I don't know how we
How we got so far, you and me
Almost like there's oceans between us, us
So I need to know
Could you carry me?
Back into your heart again
Could you carry me?
Right into your distant hands
Could you carry me?
Right back to where we started from
Could you carry me?”
“That’s beautiful.”
Luke’s head turns sharply to the side, and of course, it’s her. He clenches his jaws, and says, “What are you doing here?” He hates the fact that she looks so pretty, wearing a beautiful red sundress.
She bites her lower lip, and says, “We should talk, Luke.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
She giggles. “You’ve always been the jealous type.”
He raises his brows, opening his mouth to deny whatever she was about to say next, but she raises a hand to stop him. “Alex and Reg told me. They said that they’re tired of seeing you mope every day.”
“I –”
“Hold on. So, for the past month, you’ve been mad at me because you thought I like Bobby?”
Luke lowers his head, choosing to stare at his open palm instead.
“You ignored one of your best friends for more than a month because you were jealous, and you were too much of an idiot to tell her the truth?”
“Well, you don’t gotta be so mean about it.”
She laughs. “Luke. Bobby and I – we’re just friends, okay? I was staring at him because I really liked his hair. And you have to admit it – it’s nice. I actually asked him for his shampoo, too. But, well, you and him both thought that I liked him. That’s why he asked me out to the movies last day. But... uh, well, it didn’t work out.”
His heart races at the last sentence. “Why?”
“Because I like you, Luke. I always have. I thought I could like Bobby, I really did – but all I could think about last night was you.” She shrugs, and Luke feels like he’s falling. He thinks that the universe is playing a prank on him, but when he sees her crimson tinged face, the vulnerability in her eyes and her fiddling with her hands, he allows himself to feel the slightest amount of hope.
She looks down, continuing, “I, uh, I always thought that you only saw me as your best friend’s little sister. I didn’t ever think that, you know, that there could be something more. So, I kept it to myself and only Alex knew. But, last night, Reg came over and they were screaming for a while, about you and me, so I went to find out what happened, and they told me that you, uh, liked me too.”
Reggie. He must have told Alex that Luke was ugly crying on his shoulder.
“Please say something, Luke.”
He releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I – I feel like you’re pranking me.”
She grins. “No. No, definitely not.”
“Y/N, god, you have no idea how difficult this past month has been for me. I mean, I never realized that I liked you that much until I saw you with him, you know? I always thought that I had a tiny, little crush on you but I never… and I thought that Alex would kill me if I did anything, but he’s been oddly… nice about all this.”
“He’s just tired of hearing me talk about you.”
“Probably. But yeah. I think you’re brilliant, Mercer. And I really, really, really like you.”
She jumps a little, and whispers, “I really, really, really like you too.”
“Do you maybe wanna go to the movies with me?” His wide grin matches hers.
“Only if we watch part two of Father of The Bride.”
“Deal.”
+1.
Luke watches Bobby smile at Y/N, looking at her as if she’s put the moon in the sky. Although, this time, he doesn’t feel the rage. He doesn’t need to, really, with Y/N’s hand wrapped in his, and the ghost of her lips still lingering on his.
requests open! as always, feedback is highly appreciated <33
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Hi!! i recently discovered your writings and BOOM total fan :D i really like the Kaz Brekker x reader stuff and since i am totally obsessed with this guy i was wondering if you could write something like him x reader and she is like this one of a kind Grisha (like she can create blue fire for example) and how they met and how was she taken as a members etc. Thank you, love you and keep doin what u doing :X
Type: Kaz Brekker x reader.
Fandom: Six of Crows.
Summary: The story of one of the most trusted member of the Dregs since the beginning.
Warnings: Mention of blood, injured people and a kind of fluff and I think Kaz Brekker being Kaz Brekker needs a warning itself, mentions of trauma.
Authors note: First I'd like to thank you, I'm really happy that you like what I do, you're so sweet. Second of all, I thought about doing it like this, I really hope you liked. And sorry if it's too long.
ㅤㅤㅤHow you guys met
Kaz Brekker knew about every new person in Ketterdam that could be useful in the future. He kept an eye on every single person that stepped on the Barrel and that wasn't different for you.
He made at least 2 people get information about you, whatever type of it, he just wanted to know more about the new Grisha that had come to the Barrel. Soon he discovered your name, age, where you came from and the place you go most frequently. Of course, Inej had helped him with all of that, her hiding skills were impressive but she had to show up to get some further information, making her your first friend in Ketterdam.
The other guy that was sent to follow you everywhere you go almost got killed by the other gang which tried to do the same as Kaz, but this one wasn't even a little kind or subtle.
You got a lot of gang requests, a lot of people came to you trying to make money from you but you were here for different reasons. You just ran off of Ravka to find yourself, you didn't want to be part of the army, didn't want to be with those people for long, you wanted to find something you truly liked.
One day you were at a bar and saw Inej coming from the door in a hush to talk to you. You were tipsy. And yes, isn't a good thing to get drunk in a city where you didn't know anything about. Ketterdam was still a mystery for you, you were there for 3 months and familiar with the place but not actually how it worked.
"So, Y/N, do you want to be part of something?" Her voice was low like she was sharing a really important State secret with you.
"Of course I want, what's your-" You almost fell. "your proposal?"
"Ok, I have something for you and you'll have to trust me. I know I told you not to trust Berrel people but it's going to be in a public place. Meet me at the Fifth Harbor tomorrow at 8 AM"
Before you could ask the exact place of the Fifth Harbor she was gone.
You stayed there for a while and then went back home, you needed to sleep if you wanted to be up at 8 AM. You weren't exactly helpless, actually, you're a strong Grisha, trained in Ravka but always look twice when there's a man walking with you on the street. It was mechanical and God knows how you wanted to be more courageous, it was something whatever enemy could notice and take advantage of.
The next day you were at the Fifth Harbor when the same girl from yesterday came up to you and took you to somewhere you didn't even know existed. There you found a guy with a crow cane and another one that carried a gun with him like his baby.
The cane guy soon was recognized as Kaz Brekker, the gun one was Jesper and the girl you already know. He gave you a good proposal, you listened a lot about the Dregs the time you were in Ketterdam. At the end of the day, you accepted to work with them, with some conditions but nothing they couldn't handle. And in the end, you didn't have to go back to that hotel room, not that the place you're now in was much better but at least it wasn't dripping water from the ceiling.
Kaz made sure you were strong enough for your job, so in the first month, he gave you a lot of work to do, since stealing information from the most powerful men in Ketterdam. At first, you didn't like it, he was so cold, with that voice tone but then you just got used to it.
ㅤㅤㅤWhen you got your Dreg tattoo.
For Kaz, having you in the team was a great achievement. You were one of the most powerful kind of Grisha and were trained properly. That gave Kaz an advantage over the other gangs. He knew you'd be really useful, when he told you to join the Dregs he didn't actually know how powerful you were, it was a surprise for him when you first used it.
You didn't know why Inej didn't want to get that tattoo, it was so pretty if it was a gang tattoo or not. The day you met Jesper, the gun guy from the day you changed your life forever, this guy turned to be one of your greatest friends. Nina was there too, the other Grisha on the team, you felt a little more secure with her there. Not actually secure but at least comfortable to have someone like you.
"Let's go, Y/N, this isn't to going to bite you but Kaz will if you don't make this tattoo." You could hear Nina's voice from the end of the stairs.
"I'm not going to bite anyone. I told you, I'm not the one who's going to force her to do it, she does what she's comfortable with." Kaz was irritated, not at you but at the time we've been through.
From your door, you rolled your eyes, even though they couldn't see you. You put on your boots while coming down the stairs. When you were at the last flight of stairs you stumbled and grabbed Kaz's arm as a mechanical movement of survival.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." You said as you were taking away your hand. He didn't say a word when left for his office.
You knew he wasn't the contact guy type but this wasn't with intention. Ok, that's not important for now, the important thing is that you and Nina went to make your new Dregs tattoo and another one you wanted badly to do.
It was painful but with Jesper and Nina's there turned out to be funny. You guys laughed a lot and then went back to Ripa's.
"Y/N, how dramatic you can be, this didn't even hurt that bad."Jesper tried to tease you while he, you and Nina were drinking.
"It's easy for you to say when it wasn't you the one who was getting hurt." You showed your tongue for him.
"You guys are going to kill each other one day." Nina were laughing as much as you and Jesper.
"He can't live without me, he would never do such thing." You made your best puppy face.
"Wow, wow, wow. Don't try me, ok, blue flame." He said and you gave him that middle finger gesture.
"I'm happy you really made the tattoo." The first thing he said when you got into the room.
The moment you stepped in Kaz came in you direction and told you he wanted to see you in his office. Actually what you didn't know is that the mission he'd send you would be the one to change your life completely, not just yours but everyone with you.
"I couldn't wait longer, I like it a lot actually." You said analyzing the Crow sipping from the glass of wine in your arm. "So, what's the deal?" Actually, you had better things to do.
"I wanted to talk with you. What about 4 million kruges and more respect in this city? Maybe going back to Ravka, but I don't really know what you're going to do with the money when we get back." If he's being honest he didn't want you to leave but that is something he wasn't going to admit either for himself.
"Are you serious? Of course, I'd like to. So, what do I have to break into?" You said excitedly and your hand went to hold your waist.
His eyes followed your movement, then he just shook his head a little and went back to meet your eyes. "The Ice Court." He said casually and stood up with some papers in hand.
"What? Are you mad, like really insane?" And now you were eyes wide open trying to ratiocinate what he was saying. The Ice Court was impenetrable, the people that tried died in the first step.
"No, but I'll need your help and some other people but just you know that for now. So, you're in or out?" He started moving in the room. It wasn't big but neither small.
You thought for a bit, bringing your fingers to your chin trying to think of the possible consequences. Then you sighed and took a step closer to Kaz's table, you turned abruptly and leaned backward, your hands holding the table and your thighs resting on it.
His eyes studied your movements for a bit. He crossed his arms almost telling you to leave but he didn't and that's why Kaz Brekker was thinking so much. Why couldn't he tell you to stop being so comfortable in his office? Is that because he didn't want to?
He'd know later that is because he loved to see you getting confident around him, he's a guy after all and when you came to the city, your first weeks you were so professional and the old Kaz liked it but now...
"Ok Brekker I'm in but I'm going to think until tomorrow. I'm going to analyze." You signed. It was a hard decision. You were indebted, not like Jesper or the rest but owed some money for some people.
"I'll give you until tomorrow. Meet me here at 10 PM and if you don't come I know you're out." Did you notice all the looks and analysements he was doing at you? Well, you were too focused on this suicide mission to notice anything.
When you went to your room this night all you could think of was that Kaz Brekker called you for a super important mission and which things you should bring with you. Maybe he trusted you, maybe not, but if not why would he tell you about something like this.
ㅤㅤㅤThe moment he realized he trusted you.
It was chaos, our plan failed, they knew we were here. You got seriously injured, Nina was trying to heal you but it was so back. When you tried to use your powers against a Fjerdan soldier he used something to make your flame doesn't work. Of course, they'd have it but you didn't think it'd be used at all, not as fast as that guy did.
He hit you so bad that your leg was invaluable right now. Nina was doing her best to heal you, you were losing a lot of blood and you didn't know what to do, you were trying to stay awake and Jesper was giving you water, you were all in the ceiling of the building, and Kaz...Just God knows where Kaz is.
That's when he appeared behind Nina and when his gaze met your body the concern in his expression turned serious. He was trying to hide it but it was impossible. He came fast and knelt before you.
"What the fuck happened here? Why's she losing so much blood? Nina, does something." His tone was cold but obviously worried.
"I'm trying ok, Brekker." That's when she did something that made you stop bleeding.
You tried to move again but it was difficult, painful but you couldn't let it. You tried to stand up and leaned on Kaz to do it, he was so astonished that didn't even remember to think properly. His breath was in your neck and his arm around the back of your waist, giving you some kind of stability. Your arm was around his shoulder trying to stay up and be awake.
Y'all stayed there for a while when you not fully recovered but you could at least walk properly. Kaz told the parts of the new plan that was convenient for you and you listened to every bit of it afraid of being a weight for them.
"Ok, if you want I can lend you my cane. If you can't walk." He was cold as a stone but that concern didn't vanish.
He wasn't sure why he did that, why he said that. Would he really give you his cane?... Of course, he would but why? The pieces don't align... Did he trust you? Of course, he did, that's why he asked you to come with him. Ok, we don't have time for this now.
"Doesn't need, thank you anyway. Let's go, we can talk when we're out of this place." You giggled but he did not. So you two went back to your parts of the plan.
ㅤㅤㅤThe first real moment.
You were looking for Kaz, some told that he was in his office but he wasn't and some told you to look at his room and there he was. You knocked on the door and when he said you could enter you did.
It was a small room, like every other, but on the last floor of the building. He liked the sensation of having a floor just for him. When you entered the room he was organizing some things and you just leaned on the wall.
"I thought you'd like to know that my leg is better now." That was a lie. You didn't think that but you wanted to see him, for the last time maybe. You'd go back to Ravka, the place where you regretted leaving and Nina would go back with you.
"Yeah, I don't know why you thought that but-" He turned around. "You look good." His eyes were glazed on you, not because you had a bandage on your leg but... Is Kaz Brekker mesmerized? His eyes were sparkling, there's something different with Brekker today.
"Thanks, Nina did the first whole thing but then we went to see a medik and-" You said when he interrupted you. "No, I'm not talking about it- I'm just-" He didn't finish.
So you came closer to him, step by step until your body was in front of his. Your hand went to his face cupping his cheek. He was still looking at you. Actually, he was glad you were alive, he feared for you in that ceiling and if you died he would change the whole plan just to kill everyone who did that to you. But no, brick by brick.
He closed his eyes. Normally he doesn't let anyone touch him, but you were different, you were. The beat of his heart paced, he could feel it desperate to leave your chest. Your thumb traced his chin and your gaze met his mouth where your thumb was now sliding on.
The cold water was coming closer, closer to him and he didn't know how much he could hold on but he didn't want you to go. He didn't want you to leave.
"Please, don't go... Don't go back to Ravka, stay here- with me." Don't ask me, neither he knows where these words came from.
"Stay here and... What do I have to do here, Kaz?" You took a step closer. Now your bodies collided, your mouths were centimeters of distance. His breath was deregulated, yours too, he urged to kiss you. The cold water retired for a moment and that's when he thought it was over but when he opened his eyes he saw that you didn't go anywhere, you were right in front of him analyzing every move.
You leaned forward, touching your lips slightly, very very slightly, making him shiver. The touch, flesh with flesh contact terrified him and he was trying to stay stable or even pull away, but he couldn't. At the same time, he wanted to do it his trauma didn't let him. But instead of pushing he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, and thank God, it was clothed. You just turned your head a bit, to fit your lips with his better deepening the kiss but not at all.
Mouths, lips, yours were so soft, he could do it forever.
Wait, soft, lips... He had to push you when he felt like drowning, when the water consumed him, the memory, everything, it was like jumping into the lake but the water was deeper than you thought.
To be honest you never talked about it again. Not for a long time. But you earned his trust, his love, and this was going to be counted when you were in danger. Of course it was, he were that type of guy "Touch her and I'll kill you".
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So I was listening to the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack and had a thought. Kenma and Yamaguchi (separately) having a crush on the reader 🥰 Kinda like “If I could tell her” (that’s the song name)? Could u maybe write something for it? 👉👈🥺
Of course!! I hadn’t seen the show previous to this request, so I took a watch and did my research. Also, it’s so nice to see you requesting again💖 I hope you’ve been doing well and if not, I hope this helps and I’m open to talk if you need someone 🌸 Hope you enjoy 🌸
Kenma
You, Kenma and Kuroo were all at Kenma’s house doing homework/studying. You all live close to each other, so it’s not completely unusual that you all are at one of the other person’s house. Whether it be doing homework or just hanging out, you guys are always together.
You all had a literature assignment to write a poem about love, whether it’s in the form of a person or a place that makes you feel that way and etc.
Kenma decided to write his poem about how he feels about you. He’s had a crush on you for a while and he’s never had the courage to tell you. He still doesn’t, but he thought a good way to get his feelings out would be through this poem.
You all decide to switch papers to see what the other think of the poem you each wrote. Kuroo and kenma switched papers first, or so you thought, and you were gonna go after the two of them read theirs out loud.
“I’m going to read Kuroo’s first to get it over with,” Kenma says
You and Kuroo get comfortable to listen to Kenma read.
Kuroo secretly cheers him on, which you don’t notice
“The poem reads Her hair is dark like the wings of a raven Eyes bright like the sun is behind them Heart made of gold and skin made of satin These feelings I have stay quiet as I hide them Behind these eyes, she doesn’t see I wish she could because I want her with me I lay awake, thinking of her Wishing one day that I could tell her The way she smiles makes my heart skip a beat The way she laughs sets my soul on fire We’ve been friends for a while But I feel like we’re miles apart Due to the feelings I hide in my heart”
“W-wow,” you say taken aback by the words written on the paper
You also noticed that Kenma looked at you the whole time he read it. He was usually the type that avoided eye contact, but it was like he wanted you to hear his feelings and feel them pouring into your soul.
“Kenma, w-would you mind if I took a look at the paper,” you ask
“Uh.. um.. sure,” he says reluctantly handing it over
You read the paper and see that it’s Kenma’s name at the top.
“Kuroo, would you mind if Kenma and I spoke alone,” you ask
“Uhh.. no, go ahead,” he says, leaving the room
“S-so, how long have you felt this way,” you ask Kenma lowly
“A while,” he says not wanting to look you in the eyes
“Kenma, you can face me. I’m not scary,” you say trying to comfort him
“I-I know, but I’m not really good with people,” he says
“Well I’m not just anyone, I’m your best friend and...I kinda..have feelings.. for you..too,” you confess
“R-really,” he says surprised
“Yeah. I love spending time with you and your passion for video games and you teaching me how to play. I love that you never go easy on me either. I know games are like your everything and for you to share that with me took a lot and I know that.”
“Everything is easy with you, y/n” he confesses,“it kinda feels like I’ve known you forever and I’ve never really been that comfortable with anyone.”
“What about Kuroo,” you ask laughing
“He kinda just claimed me as his, but I don’t mind having him around. To be honest, I do feel lonely without him being here, but sometimes even then, I think of you and I don’t feel lonely anymore. Just the thought of you being here brings me comfort.”
You sit there again, this time almost on the brink of tears.
Kenma looks up at you and notices the tears brimming your eyes.
“A-are you okay,” he asks worried
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you say,“it was just really nice to hear you say that because I feel the same way. You’re my comfort person and whenever I think of you, I just feel warm and fuzzy inside. It sounds cliche but that feeling is indescribable”
“Y-y/n, would you..maybe...wanna hang out this weekend...but like, a date,” he asks
“Of course, Ken. I would love it.”
He smiles and you hear Kuroo open the door
“Ugh finally! I thought you two were gonna let me stay out there forever,” Kuroo says being dramatic, causing you to laugh
“You would’ve been fine,” Kenma says
“Gosh Kenma, you’re so cold. Why can’t you be nice to me like you with y/n” Kuroo says, fake crying
“You’re both two different people who I have different relationships with. You are not the same,” kenma says
“Wow Kenma,” Kuroo says holding his chest where his heart is
“Guys c’mon,” you say interrupting,“we all love each other now let’s just hang out like we usually do and have fun.”
And you all do just that until you and Kuroo decide to leave.
Yamaguchi
Today at Karasuno, there is an assembly being held with a talent show right after.
A couple weeks ago, when the talent show was announced, Yamaguchi decided that he wanted to do something big. He wanted to confess his feelings to you through a song.
Yamaguchi isn’t the most confident, but he wants to prove that for you, he would do anything.
He spent the two weeks doing research on different songs that explained exactly how he felt about you until he found the perfect one.
He also asked Tsukishima to help him by playing guitar and asked Daichi and Kageyama if they would do background vocals for him.
Tsukishima agreed because he was glad to see Yamaguchi grow some balls and take charge. Kageyama took a little more convincing and finally agreed when Yamaguchi offered to by him as much milk as he wanted and snacks after school if he helped. We all know Daichi being the dad friend agreed no questions asked.
They practiced everyday after practice.
Although they were tired, they knew how important this was for Yamaguchi.
Finally, the day has arrived and the boys are backstage getting ready.
You and Yachi are sitting in the crowd anticipating their performance.
“Wow this is so exciting. I know I could never do it because I’m really bad at dealing with people staring at me, but the good this is that it’s not me up there,” Yachi says to you
“I know,” you say, smiling big,“who knew?! Yamaguchi, Kageyama and Daichi can sing and Tsuki can play guitar!”
“I know this is amazing,” Yachi says gushing with you
After the student council presented what they had to, they announce that Yamaguchi, Tsuki, Kageyama and Daichi were the first act.
They all walk out on the stage and you can see Yamaguchi tense up once he turns his eyes to the sea of people.
You start cheering louder so that Yamaguchi can find you in the crowd and you hold up the poster that you and Yachi made last night.
“H-hi,” Yamaguchi says into the microphone,“I uh..I’m going to sing a song today that describes a really special girl in my life. It’s called Truly, Madly, Deeply by One Direction. Y/n, I hope you like it.”
“I haven’t heard this song before,” you say to Yachi as you both clap for them to hype them up and know that they have your support.
“Me neither,” you say,“but it should be good. One Direction have some amazing songs.”
Yamaguchi starts singing and you couldn’t believe your ears. He was actually really good. You couldn’t believe that he had hidden this talent from you.
You start listening to the words in the song and you realize that this is Yamaguchi’s way of confessing his feelings to you.
You didn’t know that he did, but there were times you thought maybe and you just were never really sure.
At this moment, they were solidified. Yamaguchi has feelings for you and he’s done hiding them. He also wants the whole world to know about it.
This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you and you think to yourself ‘this is the kind of thing that happens in movies’
This felt like a dream to you. A dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
He looked in your direction the whole time and it felt like you were the only two people in the auditorium.
The song was beautiful and everything about this moment was perfect.
Sadly for you, it did come to an end.
The rest of the acts perform and the talent show ends.
Yamaguchi got second place.
You go see Yamaguchi and the rest of the boys back stage.
“You guys did amazing! You totally deserved first place,” you say pouting
“Y/n, can w-we talk for a second,” Yamaguchi says pulling you aside
“Yeah...you did amazing by the way. I really wish you would’ve gotten first place,” you say reiterating that he should’ve won the talent show
“It’s fine y/n,” he says honestly,“this performance was for you and only you, so I feel like I did win.”
“Yamaguchi,” you say smiling
“Y/n...I really like you and I had to tell you. I couldn’t hold it on anymore.. I hope you’re okay wi-,”
You interrupt him by crashing your lips on his.
“I couldn’t ask for a better confession. That was so romantic and I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend...if you’re okay with it too,” you say with a giggle
“I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend y/n”
You kiss again and walk back over to the group hand in hand.
There’s clapping and cheers and whistling.
You were so happy. The both of you were.
You couldn’t ask for a better day or a better boyfriend.
I hope you enjoyed this. I really wanted to try and make it perfect for you. I hope this met your expectations 🥺🌸
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15. I’m dragged to open mic night by my best friend, and while I’m ordering my drink, your voice fills the room and I’m mesmerized for Kyou pls? Thank u 💖
Initially, I was going to make Kyō’s s/o be the one to perform, but then I remembered the Haikyuu!! Captains cover “Queen of Hearts” and that Kyō shares a VA with Daichi. So yes, I take back everything I said about him having a horrible singing voice.
His voice can melt hearts. Even the coldest of hearts. 😌
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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Kismet (Fluff, Modern AU, Coffee Shop AU Prompts, SFW Scenario):
“(Y/n), can you get us some more drinks? I just need to go to the restroom for a bit.” Without even waiting for any confirmation (F/n)— (Y/n)’s best friend— got up from their little table, and then scampered off to the restroom by the back of the quaint coffee shop.
Meanwhile, the young woman reigned in a sigh, as she resisted the urge to just go home. After all, going out that night wasn’t on her plans at all; she had to study for her exams, but (F/n) had said that she wanted to go to the open mic at the coffee shop right by their dorm building.
So, there she was, with her mind flying back to all of the things that she could have already memorized— but totally helpless, as she got up from her seat and waded through some of the people who were making their way back to their own seats.
If it were up to her, she would have chosen to just stay in hers and (F/n)’s room and drink instant coffee instead.
An inevitable sigh passed her lips at that, as she tuned out the sound of the people bustling around her. And before she knew it, she was already at the register; mindlessly giving the barista her order, as well as (F/n)’s— just like any of the other times that she’d been there.
Until the warmest voice she had ever heard echoed through the speakers in the shop, that was.
“Hi, everyone. I hope you’re all having a great night.”
It sounded so familiar yet so foreign to her, as if she had heard it somewhere before— but not frequently or well enough to pinpoint who the owner was. So, she tried to shrug it off at first— dismissing it as nothing more than her tired brain messing with her, as she paid for her orders.
But, the moment she stepped out of the line and took the time to look up at the little stage that had been set up for the night, her eyes widened in surprise. The blond that sat on the stool up front had a black acoustic guitar already perched on his lap; and he looked every inch of flustered as he looked out into the crowd.
He kept looking at one table— one that had a silver-haired man standing up and clapping with his hands in the air, before making ‘rock on’ signs with his hands and banging his head. And next to the silver-haired man was a raven-haired one that looked like he would have been anywhere else but there; but the moment that he lifted a hand up with a halfhearted thumbs-up, the man on the stage let out the most attractive laugh that (Y/n) had ever heard.
They had been trying to cheer him on, and it had worked— because the trepidation in his eyes had all but disappeared, as he spoke once more.
“I wrote this song for the girl who sits in front of me in Philosophy in Room 311—” Before he could finish, however, his eyes connected right with (Y/n)’s— which had him quickly shutting his mouth and looking down at his guitar, as a vibrant blush colored his cheeks.
For some reason, however, (Y/n) felt her own cheeks warming up at his bashful actions. As if she had caused them.
Thankfully though, he covered up his gaffe by beginning to pluck at the strings of his guitar— and then proceeding to strum them lightly; setting the mood within the quaint space, and basically making every person within the vicinity get lulled into his sweet little ode to the girl he liked.
(Y/n) had been so engrossed in his performance that she hadn’t even realized that the barista had long since given up on calling her attention. But the last thing on her mind was hers and (F/n)’s coffees— all that she could focus on was the breathtakingly handsome man singing of his love confession in a room full of strangers.
It wasn’t until he was halfway through his song that she realized something: the reason why he was familiar was because she had him in one of her classes. Rengoku Kyōjurō, in Philosophy, if memory served her right.
And he… he had been sitting right behind her ever since the beginning of the term.
The young woman’s heart began hammering so hard and fast in her chest then, while her lips pursed themselves into a tight line— if only to keep herself from smiling, as numerous butterflies fluttered around inside her stomach.
There was a moment where Kyōjurō had gathered the courage to look up at the flustered (Y/n), swallowing past his own nerves as he continued singing his heart out for her.
They both wished that that moment would last forever.
But it was a short song, so the magic had to fade at some point— the buzz of the busy shop seeping back into their senses, and reminding them that they weren’t the only two people who existed at that moment.
However, after the closing notes, Kyōjurō leaned into the mic once more, before talking directly to (Y/n)— his gaze holding hers from across the room, “I hope you liked it, (Y/n)-san from Philosophy.”
She did— she loved it with all her heart. And she wanted to tell him that as soon as she could uproot herself from where she was standing.
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Forgotten
Peter Parker x Reader
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Summary- Your worst fear was of being forgotten and no matter how hard you try you were always forgotten.
Warning- Angst, child loss, major character death.
A/N-I’m sorry if the ending sucked. I was tired when I was writing it. Please leave feedback, Thank you for reading.
Word count- 1.7k
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Friends are supposed to be the best thing that ever happened to us right? The answer is no, they are not. How can these people be your friends when they do the worst thing you are afraid of. The fear of being forgotten. They forgot you, didn’t they.
Your crush on your best friend doomed you. He didn’t feel the same way as you did, which led all of your friends to ignore you. You didn’t know why, but they always cancelled your plans on going out together. Stopped inviting you on study dates, movie nights or any other plans that included you.
It hurted you because you thought they would never leave you. Your heart broke when Peter and Mj started dating but they were still your friends right? You were happy for them. Why can’t they see that.
Peter started to ignore you first, then Mj and then Ned and Betty. You tried to talk to them, tried to resolve this but it’s like they never heard you, like you never existed. They didn’t notice how you stopped sitting with them, never noticed how you stopped trying.
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“You sure you invited them” your husband asked you or more like mocked you. You were embarrassed because you told everybody that your friends will come but they didn’t. They must have forgotten about your wedding too. And they’re not even your friends because your friendship ended in high school right?
You were now married, you knew they would never come to your wedding but you still invited them in hope that they were your best friends at least Peter and Betty were.
You were still hoping to find any familiar face but there was none. You wished you would never ever meet them again. But your wish was not granted. You met him again.
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“Y/N” you turned around to see who called and saw him standing behind you, eyeing your belly as you protectively put your arm around your growing child, you were now divorced and five months pregnant. You were at a science exhibition, looking through the projects college students had made.
“Peter” you barely recognized him, he was taller and more muscular than before but his eyes were the same. “I-I didn’t expect to find you here.” You gave him a soft smile. He is still old Peter who can’t help but stutter while talking. “This is an open exhibition Peter, thought might look at the wonderful creation these students made.” You reasoned, which is true because your parents were worried about you because you haven’t gone out for a while other than your workplace.
“Congratulations on your wedding and baby” he gestured to your belly. You let out a bitter laugh, as he looked at you curiously.”I am divorced now Peter.” How dare he congratulate you now, he didn’t even come to your wedding.
“Oh, I’m sorry Y/N. May I know why?” Why does he wanna know. “He was cheating on me.” You said bluntly. “I’m sorry Y/N. I-I don’t know what to say.I-I..” “Then don’t Peter. You don’t have to say anything to me, I don’t want anyone’s pity anymore.” Ouch that was rude But Peter was more hurt because of the harsh look on your face.
He was speechless, he saw that you were on the verge of having a breakdown. He wanted to do nothing but hug, make up for the lost time. He slowly opened his arms, gesturing for you to come closer and you did, you hugged him back, you let your guard down. You need him even when you act like you didn’t, but needed your best friend, needed him to be there for you.
“I am here for you Y/N, I’m here.” he said and you believed him.
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Everything was going fine.It’s been two months since you met Peter in the exhibition. You and Peter became friends again. Like high school never happened. Peter took care of you, he was there for all your needs, you and your baby became his top priority.
He took you shopping and he even asked you to move in with him which you happily did. If an outsider saw you both they may think you both are a happy couple, expecting your first child. You always politely told everybody that you both are friends and that this is not his child. But you wished it was true, that this was his baby and that you both loved each other.
Peter never told you how he felt for you and you never had courage to ask. You were at the clinic today for your routine check up. You were waiting for Peter to come but he was nowhere to be found. That’s odd because he never missed your check ups at least since he met you again.
Peter has been distant lately. He was ignoring you and you were not sure why. Were you too clingy, did you become too emotionally dependent on him. It was like high school again. Why is he doing this again? You were taking a lot of stress because of the sudden change in Peter’s behavior.
You waited for him to come home and talk to him, tell him how you felt. Peter showed up late at night again. He saw you sitting on the couch with your head resting on your palms. You looked tired and more importantly sad. You sat up as you saw the front door open and Peter getting in.
“Where were you?” Peter looked at you totally confused, why were you asking him this? ”Don’t ignore me Peter, I am tired of being ignored” you were starting to get angry. “I was out with my girlfriend.” ouch! This broke your heart. If he already had a girlfriend then why was he treating you like one.
“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Peter started to grow annoyed now. “I don’t need to tell you everything. Do I?” You looked him in the eye and then he saw the tears in your eyes, the hurt look on your face. “So, all these days, when-n you-u were ignoring me, you were with her.” You were trying not to let your break.
He said nothing and was just standing there. You took his silence as your answer. “Why do you keep doing this to me, hun.” you were angry now. “KEEP DOING WHAT EXACTLY?” How dare he shout on you. “KEEP IGNORING ME, JUST LIKE HIGH SCHOOL.” You were furious now. You had to let out everything out of your heart now.
“WHAT ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?” “WHAT? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BAD YOU AND MJ AND NED AND BETTY IGNORED ME BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL. YOU GUYS ACTED LIKE I DIDN’T EVEN EXISTED. AND IT WAS ALL BECAUSE MY STUPID CRUSH ON YOU. You shouted it all out. Peter stood there in shock.
“WE DIDN’T IGNORE YOU AT ALL AND EVEN IF WE DID. WHY DIDN’T YOUR LONELY ASS FOUND SOMEONE ELSE?” Peter instantly regretted what he said. “Y/N I-I am sorry.”
“Get out.” “Y/N please” “I SAID GET OUT AND DON’T COME BACK. AND ONLY COME BACK WHEN YOU REALISE YOUR MISTAKE.” “FINE BY ME” Peter still hasn’t realised his mistake he made in the past.
You sit on the couch again, rubbing your belly. You hear the front door slam shut, making you aware that Peter has left. Silent tears were going down your face.
You cried yourself to sleep until you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You let out a shriek as the pain only seems to grow every second. After what seems like 5-8 minutes of trying, you finally stood, only to feel a pool of water and blood under your feet. The pain increased even more now.
You took out your phone and called Peter because he was the last person you called. But Peter didn’t pick up your call. You tried to move forward only to slip on your own blood and hit the back of your on the coffee table. You cried in pain, now it was impossible for you to get up. You just laid there in pain and waited for someone to help you, but nobody did. Because you were forgotten .
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After what seems like an hour Peter returned. He didn’t come home to say sorry, he came because he wanted his stuff and to tell you that he was moving out
He didn’t find you on the couch, so he thought you had gone to sleep. But then he saw you laying on the floor, he saw the blood and he definitely noticed your unmoving body.” Y/N oh my god. Y/N open your eyes .” Peter was scared now. Is this why you called him? Peter immediately called the ambulance. This was all his fault.
The ambulance arrived and took you to the hospital. You were separated from Peter. And now it was time for Peter to wait. And he did wait for you. He waited for the doctor to say you were fine. The door opened and Peter looked up in hope of any good news, but the sad look on his gave it all away.
“Mr.Parker, Ms L/N went into premature labour, I think that the labour was so sudden that she couldn’t push the baby out and the baby died, she had also lost so much blood that I don’t think she will survive.” “Please, please don’t say that.” “I’m sorry Mr.Parker, you say your last goodbye to her.” You can’t die like that, you can’t leave him like that. Peter slowly entered the room looking at your almost lifeless body.
“Y/N I’m so sorry, please don’t leave me, please Y/N. I can’t live without you.” Peter cried as he sat beside you, taking your hand in his. He took in your features, they were not radiant anymore but you still looked heavenly to him. How can he be so idiot,how can he have never noticed your love for him? He thought. You were now looking at him and his whole focus was on you. He wanted to know your last words desperately.
“You know how to live without me Peter,” and with that you left him. Peter let out a choked cry. You were dead because of. He always left you but now you were the one who left him forever.
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How about, Aang and Katara have a meeting in the same place and Aang trips because he kept staring at Katara. (I will totally understand in ya ignore this😂😂)
I would never! I love the idea this prompt gave me, and I appreciate the ask!! I didn’t get to finish it last night, and it went a lot longer than I expected😅 But I hope ya like it!
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“What’s taking you so long, Aang-y?!”
Aang bit the tip of one of his mitts and tugged it off. His fingers were threatened with frostbite within seconds. The pins and needles of numbness didn’t exactly help him line the last of his class’ skis onto the rack.
“Just...Just a second, Coco!” Aang’s sweat was freezing but wouldn’t stop coming even as he bent over for breath.
He might have just hit his twenties, but he felt way too old for this.
“Need some help?”
Aang shook his head, made something resembling a sentence, and waved off his co-instructor’s help.
Suki rolled her eyes with enough sass for Aang to feel the gesture even though he couldn’t see it. She patted his back to kick-start his lungs and dust off the snow that was now his third skin. He had to bodily stop Coco from jetting face-fist into a tree not even a few minutes ago. He was a human rolling-cage for longer than he cared for, and his body was letting him know just how much it ‘appreciated’ his sacrifice.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, I’m...I’m great. Don’t worry.” Aang smiled and stretched his back like a cat, but he ended up cringing and curling over like an old man. “You just...You just take the kids in for break, m‘kay? I’ll be right behind you.”
Suki’s scowl was ready to protest, but she let him have a moment alone to bandage his pride. She rounded up the knee-high bundles of endless energy and marched their class in.
“Ughhh…”
Aang slumped against the ski-rack with his arms over gaps in the bars. His boots slid a bit, dragging him down, before they found enough traction to stop. He was a puppet with cut strings, and his head rolled back just as loosely. He mumbled to nothing and no one, but the wind stirred as if nodding and telling him to go on.
Aang closed his eyes. He was happy to still have them since his class seemed eager to blind him. His goggles were cracked from a treebranch trying its hardest to gouge him when he saved Coco from an untimely end. The orange lenses, gifted to him from his mentor, hung around his neck like a medal of honor.
He took a deep breath that did nothing to clear his head. His hand was freezing, now, but he was too tired to put his mitt back on.
And it was only mid-morning.
He groaned again but with more feeling.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh…”
Powder flew in a hissing wave, and Aang sensed, like a dog sensing a tsunami, the herd of even more knee-high bundles of endless energy coming down the slope.
Aang’s next groan was internal and teetered dangerously on a scream.
“But I gotta pee!”
“No potty breaks! We’re—Ow! What was that for? What—Katara! Get back here! We’re not stopping yet!”
The voice that responded was knee-level and gentle, and Aang’s head nearly came clean off his shoulders as he spun to look at the goddess disguised as a snowboard instructor.
“Who wants a nice warm cup of hot cocoa?”
Endless energy bounced and fervently nodded their heads; Aang would have done the same if his exhaustion didn’t have him slumped like a treelimb bowing under a mountain of snow. The high-altitude air became so much harder to breathe, and his insides were a sauna that turned his cheeks crimson and practically steamed his sweat from his jacket.
He swallowed, but his throat forgot how to work.
He could never figure out how she always did that to him.
The snowboard instructor who gave Aang’s world new meaning took her time as she fixed her hair, ignored her brother’s pouts about sticking to schedule, and crouched to her class’ eye-level. How she could unstrap from her snowboard just like that when Aang could barely clip out of his skis on the second try was beyond him.
Then Katara smiled, and Aang’s heart skipped in a way that should probably warrant medical attention.
Aang struggled so hard to keep from becoming a puddle that he almost didn’t notice the door creaking open behind him.
“Aang? I got the cocoa, and the kids are all set up for break. You okay?”
At the sound of Aang’s name, Katara paused and looked up. She searched around, and Aang melted like frost under midday sun when her eyes found his.
His every muscle tensed. She had caught him staring.
Now she...she was waving at him.
And then Katara smiled.
At him.
Aang was one step away from dying as the happiest man alive, and he barely dodged Katara’s next attempt to give him a heart attack when she said his name.
“Hey, Aang! It’s good to see you! Would it be okay if our classes break together?”
Aang didn’t know what language left him when he finally got his slack jaw to work, but it reminded him of Tarzan teaching Jane to speak gorilla.
Katara smiled, took his gorilla as a yes, and laughed a sound that turned Aang’s insides into slush. He would never understand how she did that to him.
Aang scrambled to remember the ‘hello’ he had rehearsed with his reflection.
Even the kids struggling out of their gear laughed this time.
Suki whispered loud enough for the whole mountain to hear. “You're doing great, Aang! Remember to breathe!”
Sokka gasped. “Suki!”
The snowboard instructor with a moon on his board sprinted past Aang so fast that the suction of his wake left the tattooed human puddle fumbling to remember how to balance in his ski boots.
But remembering was impossible while he was caught in Katara’s attention. He could never understand how she always did that to him.
The snow that greeted his wind-milling arms was packed and hard from a hundred feet treading it.
The hand that helped him up was soft and welcoming like it had practiced the best way to hold his.
Aang was on his feet in the next second, but the warmth of Katara’s smile nearly sent him back to the ground.
Survival convinced his lungs to work again, but his throat was clogged with his heart trying to escape. He tried to imagine she was his reflection waiting for him to fumble through another rehearsal.
Aang’s shoulders rose to his ears to hide him in his turtleneck. His smile was weak and lopsided like his lips couldn’t remember how to work. “...Ugh...U-Um...H...Hey...” He waved even though she was right in front of him and still—still—holding his hand. “...Hey, Katara.”
Katara laughed again, and Aang was suddenly on top of a mountain and filled with enough strength to move one.
Then she said something that gave him more feeling than meaning.
She paused. She blushed.
...And then she kissed him on his cheek.
Aang’s next breath refused to leave his lungs like holding it might somehow hold that moment forever.
“What...What was that for? I-I mean...” Aang’s sauna-insides became a bonfire, and he was Tarzan teaching Jane to speak gorilla again.
Suki cheered behind him, and the bundles of endless energy all cooed.
Katara smiled, kissed his other cheek, and...oh gosh she was blushing harder.
Honestly, the things she did to his heart should be considered attempted murder.
“You mean you don’t remember?”
No. Of course he didn’t. He would never figure out how she always did that to him.
“I never got to thank you for last night. Dinner was amazing.”
Now Aang was the gorilla talking. “Wha—You—” He tightened his slippery grip on his agency. “T-That wasn’t a dream?!”
Their audience laughed, but Aang couldn’t hear them. They were the dull background of the miracle Katara’s joy spun into melody. Her laugh was sunshine melting his edges until he was a slippery orb of clear ice in her hands.
Katara’s smile broke the Geneva Convention, and her fading giggles were each a war crime. Aang’s heart spilled over like rain finally finding the courage to fall.
Katara was still holding his hand, and Aang, what was left of him, let himself be tugged along like it was a leash. He almost couldn’t remember how to walk when she looked back at him to make sure he was still breathing.
He never wanted to know how she always did that to him. She was his favorite mystery.
Aang’s ski-boots were loud on the rest-stop’s wooden floor, but the hearth dimly burning couldn’t hold a candle to the feeling of her hand in his.
“Ah, there you are.”
Roku, surrounded by bundles of endless energy sitting on each armrest, looked up from his book and tipped his head to look at them—Aang and the daydream disguised as his girlfriend.
“What took you so long?”
#kataang#sukka#Aang#Katara#suki#sokka#avatar the last airbender#modern!au#atla#my attempt at fluff and humor#I hope my good mood made it into the fic!!!#lmao#skiinstructor!Aang#snowboardinstructor!Katara#skiinstructor!Suki#snowboardinstructor!Sokka#thanks for the ask!#thatcroissantgirl#prompt#answered#myfanfictiontag#post
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sfw "just close your eyes and kiss me" for the prompt if u like!! (dont worry abt it if ur overflowed with asks!)
i took so long to respond to this ask that your blog moved to archive, @yosukeh. i deserve to be blocked.
but in case you are interested in the resulting fic, here it is below! adorable boys kissing adorably. thank you.
and here is the chapter on AO3, in case you want to be kinder to yourself.
(Easy)
Crap, not again.
Yosuke’s eyes worriedly scanned Yu’s face for clues, even as his expression remained tense and anticipatory and his pulse continued to race. Yu’s mouth was so close to his — so close that Yosuke could feel his own breath beat light and hot against his partner’s lips — yet Yu was sitting still, wide-eyed and completely frozen in place, like a sentence someone couldn’t quite get themselves to finish.
Yosuke didn’t get it. So far, the day had been perfect. They’d made plans for a Sunday picnic and were sitting sprawled over a large blanket in the park. The weather forecast cleared its plans for a chance of spotty storms and had gifted the duo the most pristine sunny skies of early summer to indulge in together. The park wasn’t crowded, since the busiest Tokyo weekend events happened to be taking place elsewhere. They’d spent the time laughing and eating snacks and the boxed lunches Yu had prepared. Yu had worn a light and bright t-shirt, something that showed off his remarkable arms, and there had even been a breeze around to catch his bangs and expose even more of his devastating eyes to Yosuke’s poor, captivated heart.
Yosuke didn’t think there would have been a single thing stopping a kiss now, certainly not like last time. Yosuke had chalked that up to sheer first-date nerves on Yu’s part, maybe on both their parts. But this was their second date. A day-date in the middle of a beautiful park beneath a lonely tree.
What could be stopping Yu now, he thought, forcing down the swell of insecure thoughts that would have plagued him just short of a year ago.
“What’s wrong?” Yosuke whispered into the stillness, staring longingly at Yu’s mouth. If Yu had been any farther away from him, he may not have heard Yosuke at all.
Yu blinked, finally, and eased back some. Only then, did Yosuke catch the faint trembling in his chin as he swallowed. “S-sorry.”
The words, “for what,” slipped out of Yosuke’s mouth, as he continued to search Yu’s face for answers.
Despite everything, the bundle of horrible thoughts continued to expand inside of Yosuke’s chest, clenching his heart painfully. And because he couldn’t stop them, a series of unwelcome and repressed fears began surging through his mind, unrelenting in their cruelty and in total disregard of Yosuke’s usual logic. The vast majority of his thoughts in this surging river were cluttered bundles of debris — objects that would bruise and scrape upon impact, but would pass as quickly as they came: we’re out in public; my breath stinks; I said something stupid; he’s not attracted to me; my face looks weird; I’m repulsive; my lips are chapped; I’m making him uncomfortable; he doesn’t think I’m ready.
The most damaging thought, however, was like the water itself, and the brutal force driving its path: this thing between us is all a mistake, and Yu has no idea how to tell me.
“You’re . . .” Yu mumbled, his mouth small and nervous.
Yosuke swallowed, and waited for the pit inside of his stomach to open up and devour the rest of him.
“. . . cute.”
Yosuke blinked.
Yu had furrowed his eyes as he said it. “Cute.” As if the word itself was strange to say.
“I’m what,” Yosuke said, meaning to ask it but failing to.
“Sorry . . . that’s weird to say, huh?” Yu leaned away from Yosuke, directing his gaze down to a section of lush grass their blanket didn’t cover, off to the right.
“No,” Yosuke said, a bit confused but considerably less afraid. “I mean, yeah, because it’s me, but . . . I don’t mind. That you feel that way. And that you say it. L-like just now.” Yosuke could feel his face heat up as he finally put a lid on his rambling.
Yu glanced up into Yosuke’s eyes, the corner of his mouth tipped up into a cautious little smile. Yosuke had rarely seen Yu look so . . . vulnerable before. For once, Yosuke didn’t mind it.
With the river of negative thoughts finally starting to run dry, Yosuke felt his courage begin to return. “What I do mind, though, is why you keep looking like you’re about to kiss me and then not going through with it.”
Yu grumbled a bit and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. They were in the shade, so the dusty pink color rising into Yu’s cheeks couldn’t be because of the sun.
“Um . . . that’s why,” Yu answered, quietly.
Yosuke raised his eyebrows. “Come again?”
“Because you’re cute,” Yu pressed, meeting Yosuke’s eyes. Yu was fiddling with a piece of grass. Yu never fiddled. “I try to kiss you, but I get caught up in the way you look at me, and then I start noticing your eyes and how nice they are, and then I realize that I’ve just been staring at you and . . . and then I . . . I chicken out.”
Yosuke stared at him in awe.
“That’s weird, too, huh?”
Yu’s plaintive smile looked so defeated, so heartbreaking, that Yosuke, as stunned as he was, leapt into action.
“N-no, no it’s not weird.” He sat up from where he was leaning back on his hands and turned his body to face Yu. “That’s not weird, that’s . . .”
But Yu’s worried eyes looked so fair in the bright, dappled lighting above them, looked so imploring and sincere, that Yosuke forgot entirely what he was about to say. The small flush on Yu’s cheeks was the same flush he’d sported the night they’d confessed to each other, and the sight touched a place inside Yosuke’s heart that he hadn’t realized was so parched. That sort of described all of Yosuke’s feelings for his partner, though, when he thought about it. He hadn’t known that he needed Yu until he met him.
“I . . . can kinda see what you mean, actually.”
Yu looked comforted by that, although his blush still stained his cheeks.
Yosuke looked down and bit his lips before he opened his mouth again, already embarrassed about what he was going to say. “I still want you to kiss me, though,” he mumbled, glancing shyly into Yu’s eyes.
Yu broke out into a real smile after that, even though it looked downright bashful. “Alright, I promise I won’t chicken out next time.”
“Next time,” Yosuke huffed. “What about now?”
Yu blinked, glancing around them confusedly. “But the moment passed.”
“No it hasn’t!” he argued, incredulous.
Somehow, that didn’t seem to convince Yu.
Yosuke sighed and laughed nervously. “Look,” he started, adjusting his angle on the blanket so that his back was straighter and his face was properly presented to that of his partner’s — and Yu, still looking a bit stunned, rushed to mirror him. “See? I’m ready. Just close your eyes and kiss me.”
Yu stared at Yosuke’s face and rubbed his palms over his bent knees, his fingers catching Yosuke’s since they were practically touching. He then looked down and threaded one of their hands together. Yosuke could see his chest rise and fall heavily. He wondered how fast his partner’s heart was going right now, thinking briefly of placing a hand over it so that he could count the beats.
“Y-you sur-”
“Yu.”
Yu nodded and took a deep breath.
“Don’t be nervous,” Yosuke said, gently, with a smile. “It’s just us. You want to . . . right?”
Yu’s face smoothed into a confident smile. “Yeah,” he said, and Yosuke could tell that he meant it.
“Okay, then.” Yosuke took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Close your eyes.”
Yu obeyed. His face was so open and trusting that Yosuke didn’t know how he refrained from rushing forward and kissing him on the spot.
“Kiss me,” Yosuke whispered. The wind rustling the tree branches above them nearly drowned out his voice, but Yu heard him. He gave a tiny nod and began leaning forward. Yosuke, viewing his partner finally leaning in towards him, took the chance to study his pale eyelashes and smooth skin, his straight nose and small, pink mouth. Yosuke could smell his cologne, rich and intoxicating, pulling him in as their noses brushed until finally, their lips met.
Neither one of them moved much, at first. Yu’s lips felt incredibly soft and pleasantly warm against his, and the only thought Yosuke had was how much he wanted to keep them there forever. He pressed in a little more a few seconds later, just so that he could expand the sensation of their connecting skin, so that he could feel the give in Yu’s lips and how they pulled against his.
It was extremely chaste, the equivalent of taste-testing something new and strange. Still, a distinct tingle and warmth raced up Yosuke’s spine and washed over his skin. Yu’s fingers entwined within his own tightened.
When they finally broke apart, Yosuke attempted another kiss right away, bumping their noses and trying to find Yu’s mouth again. Yu beat him to it, and they continued for a long while, softly pulling their mouths apart and tasting, feeling, until the once innocent warmth grew and threatened to overwhelm them.
“See,” Yosuke panted, as they separated for the last time. He rested their foreheads together. Yu’s blush had darkened and his lips were deep red and alluring. “That was easy.”
“Yeah,” Yu agreed, smiling.
“Good job, partner.”
Yu laughed and squeezed Yosuke’s hand. “Thanks.”
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Parlay (Kuroo x Reader) | Ch.2
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)
Word Count: ~1,000
Genres: Fluff, angst if you squint, general buffoonery
CW: Some swearing, but otherwise none!
Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.
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‘What the hell is he talking about?’ Kenma thought. (Y/N)’s face was contorted into a bewildered expression mirroring his own.
“Kenma!” she exclaimed, “Did you tell Kuroo-san we were dating for some reason?”
“No. Kuroo just jumps to conclusions sometimes,” the boy said dismissively. Making his way towards the kitchen, he poured some dish soap into the basin and ran the hot water. His roommate trailed after him with a thoughtful expression. The chair made a quiet scraping sound as she plopped herself down into it. When Kenma glanced over, her chin was propped up on her hands. Her brow was furrowed so deep, Kenma worried she’d be stuck like that forever. She was overthinking again, but Kenma had been friends with this girl for quite some time. He knew it was better that he let her mental rambling run its course. Finally, she straightened up and stared at Kenma pointedly.
“Do we act coupley?” she asked him.
Kenma’s groaned, knowing she was firmly locked onto this trivial topic. Though, he did take a second to ask himself the same thing. (Y/N) was a pretty touchy person, and he surely wouldn’t like it if anyone else called him “Ken-Ken”, but with her he couldn’t bring himself to mind very much. He knows he puts a lot more effort into making her happy than he would for normal people. Then he supposed to Kuroo, the hopeless romantic, his softness on his roommate could seem more romantic than platonic.
‘But he doesn’t have to make wild assumptions like that.’
“I guess I’m just nice to you,” he replied simply. Even without looking, he could feel her tilt her head in confusion.
“And that’s enough to make him think we’re a couple?” she asked, incredulous.
Kenma shrugged noncommittally. Used to his reticence, she continued.
“I guess we seem kinda domestic, but we don’t do anything genuinely romantic,” she reasoned.
“Kuroo’s already decided we’re dating. If we don’t say anything, he’d never notice,” he deadpanned. (Y/N) barked a laugh. Shaking her head, she got up and made her way over to Kenma’s side to dry the dishes with a nearby rag.
“Give your friend some credit, Kenma! No one’s that oblivious,” she defended the taller man, to which Kenma snorted.
“You are,” he teased. (Y/N) squawked in offense.
“What? No way, I’m not oblivious!” she vehemently insisted. Kenma’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly. He turned the sink off and turned to her.
“Remember when you burned instant ramen because you forgot it needed water?” he ‘asked.’ They both knew the other remembered that whole debacle well. Vividly, even. She grimaced at the memory. The girl set down the bowl she was drying - though not as gently as Kenma would have liked - and brandished her wet rag at him menacingly.
“Look, I didn’t ‘forget,’” she made quotes in the air, “that it needed water. I’m perfectly aware how to cook ramen, I just thought I had already added water to it.”
“And how does that prove your point?”
“...’Kay, fine, but that’s, like, basic, everyday stuff! I’d totally notice something like this if I were in Kuroo-san’s spot!” she concluded, to which Kenma shook his head again.
“No, you’re both about equally oblivious. If he doesn’t get it, then neither would you.”
“Then, he’ll get it very soon!”
“Not likely.”
Huffing, the girl leaned all her weight against the sink and her brow furrowed once more. Her ‘thinking face,’ as Kenma called it. He sighed and realized she’d soon have another questionable idea of hers. While she was off in her own world, he sat on the floor in front of his laptop. As he scrolled through his Scheam account looking for something to play, he vaguely registered her rapid footsteps. By the time he’d finally mustered the courage to take a crack at Five Nights again, (Y/N) had run up to him.
“Let’s make a bet then!” she challenged. He groaned internally and she took his silence as an invitation to continue, “If Kuroo-san and I are both the same level of obliviousness, then he’s not oblivious at all! I bet that he’ll eventually figure out we’re not actually a couple. If I win, you… uhm… Oh! You go on Tuwuitch--”
“No.”
“--in front of all your subscribers and say, ‘ (Y/N), my bestest friend and most delightful roommate, is super smart and definitely not oblivious,’” her lips stretched into a self-satisfied smile.
‘So childish,’ Kenma thought. He took a deep breath before shooting back, “Oblivious isn’t even--”
“I’m not oblivious, though!” she cried.
“Whatever. Alright, I take the bet. But you don’t have anything I would want.” He had faith in Kuroo’s spaciness.
She thought for a second, then snapped her fingers in realization, “I can just owe you a wish!
As long as it’s something I can actually do, I’ll do whatever you ask of me! ...why are you looking at me like that?”
Kenma was staring at her silently. Suddenly, she smacked his shoulder in outrage.
“Get your mind out of the gutter! I won’t do that,” she gasped.
‘I wouldn’t want it,’ he said internally. He wordlessly stuck his hand out for her to shake. They sealed their deal and the subject dropped for a few rounds of Five Nights.
Around 12:20 am, Kenma shut off his computer. He dragged himself to a standing position and cracked his back. The movements woke up his roommate. She had fallen asleep against the couch beside him.
“Mm, goodnight,” she rasped and spread out on the floor. Despite his own grogginess, her friend nudged her with his foot. On the edges of her consciousness, she heard him saying something about back problems and catching colds.
“--and you’ll never stop complaining about it,” Kenma finished. For the sake of her sweet friend, she dragged herself up as well, whining all the while. They sleepily walked down the hall together.
“Goodnight.”
“Mm.”
They went to sleep that night unaware of just how out-of-hand their seemingly harmless bet would become.
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(A/N): Hey everyone! Thanks for reading another chapter of Parlay, and yes, things are going to get spicy very quickly (evil smirk). I’m also working on the cover, which will be updated soon (hopefully!). See you soon!
- Admin Kiwi-Chan
Not sexy spicy! More like juicy. Yeah, neither of us know enough about the horizontal tango to write about it, so in this fic, it’ll be implied, if mentioned at all lol. Thanks for reading, and you can expect the next chapter real soon. Be sure to tell us what you think!
- Admin Mango-Chan
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I really hope that we aren't bothering u with all this questions about Gentleman Jack and I don't know if you're in the mood for longer answers, but I would really appreciate it if u could tell us more about Ann Walker. Was her mental health really that bad? Did she really fall in love with Anne when she was 14? And other stuff like that. Idk, maybe u could just list some interesting bits you've learned while reading about Anne :) Also, are there any preserved paintings of Ann (that u know of)?
hey :) thank you so much for your message, and don’t worry, you are not bothering me at all, I love talking about these kind of things and I’m happy to share what I read and learn about Anne Lister (and Ann Walker). And I’m totally okay with long answers I just hope my english is good enough lol (I’m Italian). Okay, so, I’m gonna first answer your questions and then write some interesting facts about Ann Walker.
Miss Walker’s mental health was really that bad, yes, even worse that what we see in the show. It’s safe to say that she suffered from anxiety, depression (from a young age) and religious mania. She also seemed to have had some kind of anorexia (Anne Lister writes: “Back at five to dinner - she [AW] had put on an evening gown - & a sort of set-out dinner for me”, AW does not eat). By the end of 1832 Ann Walker starts showing symptoms of obsessive compulsion and refuses to go outside (she suffered from agoraphobia). In 1833 she has a mental breakdown (she goes in Scotland to her sister in February of that year). After all the things that happened to her (her parents’s death, the death of her brother, Mrs. Aisworth’s death and the death of an ex lover) and because of her relationship with Anne, she develops a fixation on her sins, she writes to Anne: “It is not only death in this world, but a far worse death that I fear. If ever the prayers of a so true friend may ever avail for another, may yours be heard for me this night, that the gate of Mercy may not be forever closed upon me, for I am wretchedness itself” (they do quote this letter in GJ episode 6). During this period Ann Walker couldn’t sleep if Anne wasn’t with her, she writes to her: “I will try to get over the night tolerably and pray that the ill I fear may not come upon me but it is very difficult without you. How I long to see you”. And she also was really indecisive, one minute rejecting Anne and regretting it the next, telling her she couldn’t travel and then saying the opposite for fear of losing her. This situation went on for months, Anne writes in her diary that she can’t stand it anymore, she’s tired and she’s hopeless because she doesn’t know what to do and how to help Ann. Ann Walker’s health really affected Anne Lister’s mood and when Miss Walker leaves for Scotland Anne’s sadness is mixed with relief. It is known that Anne was a really positive and optimistic person, the opposite of Ann Walker, she never dwelled too much on the bad things that happened to her, she always tried to move on as best (and as fast) as she could.
Anne Walker didn’t fall in love with Anne at 14, but they did meet for the first time around 1820; in 1822 Anne writes about Ann: “A stupid, vulgar girl indeed” (lol). Anne Lister didn’t like the Walkers because they came from new money.
Two small random things that are in the series that actually happened and that I love “(…) she asked me to dine with her at five & stay all night” and Ann Walker laughing after Mrs Priestley walked in on them: “Miss W- laughed & said we were well-matched – we soon got to kissing again on the sofa….” .
From what Anne writes, Ann’s sexual confidence really surprised her: “I had my arm on the back of the sofa – she leaned on it – looked as if I might be affectionate, & it ended in her lying on my arm all the morning & my kissing her & she returning it with such a long continued passionate or nervous mumbling kiss – that we got on as far as we, by day-light, mere kissing, could - I thinking to myself, ‘Well, this is rather more than I expected – of course she means to take [me]’” (October 4, 1832). And there are more entries about how Anne didn’t think Miss Walker to be the “passionate little person I find her”.
Ann also received anonymous letters warning her about Miss Lister but she didn’t really care much about them, especially when she was with Anne: “Miss W- much troubled with anonymous letters – said she would get rid of all troubles of cousins or letters when with me”. I find her behaviour really interesting, in these little things I can see how courageous and strong she was being in her own way, and how not easily scared she was by what other people may think about her. Very different from Mariana (Anne’s first and long lasting love) who was ashamed of Anne Lister and didn’t want to be seen with her in public.
After they married in 1834, Ann Walker moved to Shibden Hall. In 1839 Ann went traveling with Anne. When Anne died in 1840 in Russia, Ann Walker not only managed to transport her body but also the diaries back to Halifax (it took her six months). After Anne’s death, Ann Walker’s mental health was worse than ever. In 1843 Ann Walker was forcibly removed from Shibden by her sister, Listers’ solicitor Robert Parker, and a doctor friend. She was designated ‘a lunatic’ and put in an asylum (she didn’t die there tho). This is what they found when they entered Shibden: “Every room was locked, including Ann Walker’s Red Room. There were no keys, so they directed the Constable to open it which he did by taking it off the Hinges - the Room was in a most filthy condition, and on the side of the Bed were a Brace of loaded Pistols … The Shutters were closed - an old dirty candle stick near the Bed was covered with Tallow, as if the Candle had melted away on it … Papers were strewn about in complete confusion. In the Red Room were a [great] many Handkerchiefs shatted [?splattered] all over with Blood …”. Anne Lister had left her entire estate to ‘my friend Ann Walker’ and that’s why both the Walkers and the Listers wanted Ann out of Shibden: the Walkers didn’t want to have Ann’s money lost and the Listers wanted Shibden.
About the paintings of Ann, from what I know there aren’t any (no reliable sources ever talk about a painting of Ann in what I’ve read). There’s a painting of her on this site, I don’t know who posted it and from where it comes from so I can’t say if it’s actually her or not. EDIT: Anne Choma confirmed that the woman of that painting isn’t Ann Walker.
So, I guess this is it for now, this is pretty long and quite all over the place but I hope you found interesting things in here! And if you wanna know more specific stuff just ask away, if I can (if I know the answer), I’ll try to answer as best as I can! I’m probably gonna be able to tell you more once I’ve read Female Fortune which covers Anne Lister’s life from 1833 to 1836.
My sources: Gentleman Jack: The Real Anne Lister (Anne Choma); Nature’s Domain: Anne Lister and the Landscape of Desire (Jill Liddington); Presenting the past: Anne Lister of Halifax, 1791-1840 (Jill Liddington).
#ask#anon#ann walker#anne lister#gentleman jack#???#kinda#me screaming about gentleman jack#anonymous#real people: anne lister#real people: ann walker#ann walker: mental health
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don’t leave me | lee minho
“do you want to get ice cream?”
silence,
“or- oh we can go to Glow Cafe, it’s your favorite place! and we can get your favorite caramel macchiato along with your favorite cake and maybe some macaroons-”
“minho, stop it”
he was surprised when you had cut him off, and the sternness of your voice made him even more surprised
you had never used that kind of voice with him,
and you calling him with his name and not with a nickname? it scared him,,
not scared scared you know,,
scared as in there might be something wrong and you’re not telling him something and you also might keep it bottled up inside kind of scared
but he JUST CAN’T ＼＼٩(๑`^´๑)۶／／
he was afraid that if he asked you, that you’d ignore him even more
so minho kept quiet, even though he was really sad inside,,
because you were his best friend and he totally didn’t want to see you even more stressed than you already were (｡•́︿•̀｡)
you kept playing with your phone while minho was busy staring off into space and thinking of a way to make you talk to him,
he didn’t want to force you to say it right then and there,
he just wanted you to promise him that you’d tell him everything when you were ready,
but the thing is, you didn’t think you would ever be ready to tell him what was on your mind,
because it was so stupid and even though you had told yourself that it was going to be okay and that minho wouldn’t ever leave you, you just couldn’t help but to think that he would,
he would leave you,
he would hate you to the point where he wouldn’t ever wanted to see you anymore, even heard of your name,
and it hurt you and your little heart,
truth is, you had been catching feelings for your best friend for quite a while,
well, it actually had been a year since you realized that you had a feeling for him
it had been a year since you realized you liked your own best friend,
and you thought it was very stupid because he had once told you that he only saw you as a little sister and not more,,
you had thought of confessing to him, but you were afraid that he would leave you,
because honestly, he was your only friend, your only best friend,
and even though you had hung out with his friend, chan once, you were not as close to him as you were to minho,
and if minho were to leave you forever, you’d be alone,
you’d be left alone and broken,
but you couldn’t NOT tell him because he was your best friend and you told him everything, and so did he
so this morning when you had just woke up, still in bed, you had planned on confessing to him,
you had thought of a perfect plan, you had planned on taking him to this cat cafe he loved so much and then you’d confess to him while you two would play with the cats there,
you had chosen a cat cafe because it was his favorite and because you couldn’t just leave a girl alone there with her broken heart,
,,, right?
well your plan obviously had been ruined by none other than the lee minho himself,
he had came to your place this morning right when you were about to make breakfast, didn’t even mind to text you first to warn you about his arrival,
so you were mad, not at him but at yourself for not telling him last night about your plan,
and also because you just couldn’t built up the courage to ask him to go to that cafe right then and there,
he was sitting beside you on your couch, just tell him ffs
ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ
WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST ASK HIM!!!
IT WOULD BE EASIER THIS WAY, PLUS HE WAS ASKING YOU TO GO OUT TOO!!!
SERIOUSLY READER, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ
anyways,,
you noticed how he looked sad when you had told him to shut up,
it’s not like you didn’t want to go get ice cream with him, or go to your favorite cafe and get caramel macchiato and your favorite cake and maybe some macaroons with him,
it was just,,,
you REALLY REALLY wanted to tell him that,
you had been keeping your feelings to yourself for A YEAR it’s about time for you to just confessed to him,
cmon y/n don’t be a coward,
BUT IT’S NOT EASY, OKAY!!!
IT’S NOT LIKE EVERYTHING WOULD BE OKAY AFTER THIS,
EVERYTHING WOULD BE SO DIFFERENT AFTER YOU CONFESSED TO HIM,,
BECAUSE WHAT IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU? WHAT IF HE ONLY SAW YOU AS A LITTLE SISTER????
WHAT IF HE ALREADY LIKED SOMEONE ELSE????
THE POSSIBILITIES WERE STRESSING YOU OUT,,
BUT A CERTAIN THOUGHT KEPT NAGGING AT THE BACK OF YOUR MIND,,,,,
what if,, he’d leave you?
without realizing it, you sighed harshly and threw your phone, startling minho,
luckily your phone landed on your carpeted floor, so it wasn’t damaged or anything,
minho bent down to pick it up and your buzzed, and the screen lit up
you noticed how minho took a while to look at your phone screen, at your lock screen,,
and then he chuckled, “why did you set this as your lock screen?”
you blused, it was a picture of minho you had taken when he wasn’t looking, it was half-covered by the notification, but both of you could tell that it was him,,
“no reasons“
he gave you your phone and you put it beside you, then you started to play with your fingers,
minho immediately knew what’s up,
you’re nervous” he said,
he didn’t even ask you if you were, he knew
“i’m not”
“you’re playing with your fingers”
“yeah, so?”
“so you are nervous”
“minho, i’m not-”
“tell me what’s wrong”
that was all it took for you to let out a big sigh and turned your body to face him,
you were nervous, yes, but you didn’t want him to get worry
he always got worried every time he noticed you got nervous and he’d hug you and caressed your head and sometimes even kissed your forehead softly,
but you didn’t those right now, they would just make you even more nervous
so you took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes,
you didn’t even know how you were able to do that because he was looking at you so intensely you almost ran to your bedroom and lock yourself there forever so that you wouldn’t had to see him,
minutes passed and you hadn’t said a word, minho waited for you patiently, he didn’t want to stressed you out even more,
finally, you opened your mouth and started to tell him things you had been bottled inside,
“okay first of all, please don’t say anything until i’m finished and when i’m done, you can do anything you want. you can yell at me or whatever you want, but please listen to me first,” you started, minho only nodded at your words,
“minho i,,, like you. look, i know it’s wrong, it’s SO WRONG because you are my best friend and everything, and even though we barely talk to each other because of how busy your schedule is and how busy i am with school, but we’ve known each other for so long and i’m so comfortable with you,
“you always take care of me, even if it was just through text, you always tell me to eat properly, to take enough rest, and not to stress myself too much and i really,,, appreciate it. i,,, i like it,
“i like it how you care so much about me, i like,,, i like you. and i understand if you want to have some time to think and process all of this, and it’s totally okay if don’t feel the same, but all i’m asking is for you not to leave me even after this, you’re my only friend, my only best friend and i don’t want to lose you,”
you finished with a sigh and when you looked up to see his expression, you couldn’t really tell what it meant,
he had a small smile on his beautiful face, soft
he then opened his mouth to say something you didn’t expect at all, “hey, listen it’s not wrong, okay? it’s totally normal to like someone, even if it’s your best friend because we can’t really control our feelings, but hey i’m not going anywhere, i won’t leave you, i don’t wanna stay away, so stop worrying so much, okay?”
you nodded, and you felt him wrapped his arms around you
you didn’t know what he meant by that, did it meant that he felt the same or did it meant that he needed time to think?
you decided not to think about it and instead enjoyed the warmth of his body where you felt safe in his arms,,,
after that day when you had confessed, minho hadn’t acted differently, except maybe for a few things,
for example, he had called you with pet names and you also noticed that he had been,,, somehow flirted with you,
one day you had panicked because you thought he weren’t joking when he told you that he couldn’t dance anymore because of his sprained ankle but then he said, “chill, babe. i was joking,”
and one day you had gotten sick and he had taken care of you, cooked you foods, made you drinks, made sure you drink your medicine, he even cuddled you to sleep,
also,, every time he did something for you and you thanked him, he’d always replied with, “you’re very welcome, love” or “of course, babe” or any other pet names he could think of,
and when he had went to go to practice and he had to stayed at the dorm instead of sleep at your place, you had texted him saying that you’d miss him and you also had asked him if he’d miss u and he had replied with, “of course i will”
but even if you liked how he treated you, you were confused,
he hadn’t told you anything, he acted like nothing had happened,
by now, it had been WEEKS since he had texted you or called you or visited you,
he hadn’t even read your messages from three days ago so you came to a conclusion,
he didn’t feel the same,
he hated you now, he left you alone,
he left you alone with your little heart, crushed and shattered into pieces,
you had tried to called him again, hoping that he would at least see your texts you had sent him, but he just didn’t
it had been a month and you tried to called him,
you had missed him so much, you missed talking to him, called him, telling him dumb jokes, and basically everything about him,
you missed him,,
you waited for him to pick the call, but you knew it would happened,
he didn’t pick it up,
he didn’t answer you because he had changed his phone number,
so this is it, huh?
you thought to yourself, as tears started to streaming down your face, you knew he would leave you, but you never thought he’d go as far to deleted his number,
you sighed and put your phone on your bedside table,
from now on, you’d try to forget about him, to forget about what you two had been through, about all of the memories,
you knew it would be hard, but you had to this, for your sake,
so you cried yourself to sleep that night, hoping tomorrow would be a better day,
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Say yes
Harry Potter
Young! Remus Lupin x potter! female reader
Warning: none
Specifics: romance, angst, fluff, potter reader, one-shot
People: remus lupin, james potter
Words: 1,164
Requested: By anon Helloo hun! So, I am in love with ur blog, and I've been wondering if you could right 10 and 19 from the angst prompt list with young!remus x potter!reader, like they are engaged and then he says he changed his mind but it's because of his furry little problem, and the reader knows but he won't admit it, it ends in fluff and all that lol. Anyways, I understand if ur not comfortable with that, but thanks anyways! Keep going with the good work!!;)))
Prompts:
10 - “change in mind or change in heart?”
19 - “don’t say that.”
Authors Note: im sorry i haven’t been posting for a while my peeps its just ive had a lot on my plate atm and im just trying to sort thru that stuff now. but i will keep trying to write all the requests its just you guys pls be patient with me i rlly do appreciate u guys and ur kindness thank you. hope you guys enjoy this!
It was always killing him. That feeling inside where he had to make a decision. Let you suffer and give in to the temptations and selfish deeds of your love or take that all away so you wouldn’t have to endure the painful life of being with Remus. It made him heartbroken to have to think of calling the marriage off. All he wanted in life was to be with you for the rest of his life.
He would lie awake at night, fighting with himself as he stared at your sleeping form. His heart rate quickened as he would glance at your chest, rising up slowly and then down. The way you mumbled in your sleep and clutched onto nothing. He adored the way your eyelashes kissed your cheeks a thing he too would like to do. He had to leave, but he didn’t want to. Yes, no. This was an ongoing thing day and night until he finally made the decision.
You would catch yourself day dreaming about paradise with Remus as you looked at the ring Remus got you. The day was magical and the thought of declaring your love for one another sent you over the moon. You would call him yours one day.
You gave a sigh as you looked at the delicate ring once more. “Oh Remus, what am I to do with you?”
Remus was sitting in his favorite chair reading a book. The room fell silent with no answer. As you looked at him you saw that he was tremendously focused in whatever he was reading, he was truly captured.
“Love...love...Remus!”
Remus shook startled and blushed shyly, “yes darling?”
You chuckled lightly at his actions and smiled, “I was just saying how beautiful this ring is. It really is. Its so perfect, so dainty. Thank you.”
Remus felt bad. He felt guilty that he would have to drop the terrible news on you, especially that you were so excited for something like this. Remus stood up, closing his book and brushing his trousers. “Love?”
“Yes?”
He rubbed his hands and bit his lip, “I have to tell you something.” You were sitting as he motioned over to you. You felt odd and could sense something was wrong. You knitted your brows, worried. “Remus, dear, is there something wrong?”
Remus so badly wanted to tell you, “yes there is something wrong! With me!” but he didn’t have the courage. He didn’t have the guts to tell you that he was insecure and worried you wouldn’t really want to spend the rest of your life with him because of his issues with being a werewolf.
“Yes y/n...I regretfully hate to tell you this but we cannot get married.” He uttered the treacherous words as he took a hold of your hands.
You were shocked, thinking you heard wrong. You stood up suddenly and look confused, “what? Remus, why not?”
Remus didn’t think of an excuse or anything. “Um because I’m not ready to marry you y/n.”
Tears were starting to appear in your e/c eyes, “No, please, don’t say that. Did my brother and his dumb friends put you up to this. If so its not funny!”
Remus gulped and tried with all his might to hold back more tears, “Its true y/n. We cannot get married. We cannot be together no longer. I don’t...I don’t love you anymore.”
You had to take a seat and fell down on the couch. Your heart split into two, but your mind was racing with a million thoughts. “I , I don’t know what to say. I thought you loved me, I thought you wanted to get married. We’ve been through so much together! Even when you hated yourself I was there for you, always have! Why would you say this?”
Remus tried to hold back the tears. Biting his lips to stop them from quivering. He clenched his fists, trying to fight the black hollow feeling in his chest. All he wanted was to be with you, to hold you, to love you from now to forever. “I just...can’t y/n. I can’t.”
You were feeling so many emotions. You shook your head and just gave him up. Your voice was rough and shallow, almost a whisper. “You need to decide Remus do you want to change in mind or change your heart?”
You were about to leave him a when Remus blurted out, “wait!”
“What Remus? What more can you say? What else do you want to tell me to break my heart more?”
Remus finally let the tears come out and he sat in his chair, pulling his locks and hating himself. He sobbed quietly, softly almost to himself. You just looked at him, irate but then realizing what the issue was.
“The problem isn’t me...is it?”
Remus shook his head as he bit his lips.
You then realized it, he was trying to brake the engagement off because he was insecure. He hated himself more than anything.
“Its because you are different.”
Remus didn’t want you to know this. He thought it would make him seem weak and you would hate him more. He shot up and looked all over your face, “no love its not what you think, its just-” He was a loss for words.
You motioned to him and cupped his face, “I know you Remus, but you need to tell me. You need to open up to me, tell me the truth.”
It took Remus a little while and then he finally gave in, “I hate myself y/n. I hate what I am and I’m scared about frightening you or even worse hurting you. I can’t let that happen. You need to stay far away from me.”
You kissed him harshly, closing you eyes, feeling your eyelashes meet your cheeks. Your warm hands squished his cheeks to get him closer to you. Your tongue touched his for a moment. You felt complete and utter love for him. You didn’t care what he was, all you felt in that moment, all along was love.
“I don’t care what you are Remus I could never hate you. I don’t mind that you are a werewolf. To me you are special and important. There of course will be trials along the way but together,” you laced your fingers with his. “We can do it. I just know it.”
Remus whispered, full of love for you as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’m scared love.”
“Its okay darling, we’ll go through it. We’ll make it.”
Remus kissed you again, sweetly. You tasting cinnamon twists danish on his tongue from breakfast.
“I love you so much y/n. Please forgive me for ever making you cry like that.”
“I do, but you gotta make it up to me.”
Remus got on his knees and grasped your hand in his, “my sweetheart, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
You chuckled ans grinned, “I would love to...husband.”
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