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Flustered: Part 2 (FINAL)

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Two-Part Fic: SMUT

Request by @aryarcharon: enemies to lovers, fuckboy!Bucky, praise kink.

Summary: You might be able to fuck away a crush but you can't fuck away an obsession.

Warnings: profanity, fuckboy!Bucky, size kink, praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), kinda threat with a belt in the bedroom but nothing happens, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I hope this meets some expectations lmao, I get nervous when the first part of a series or two-part thing gets a lot of attention. Also to the people who have randomly tipped me, BLESS YOU 🥹🖤 I actually cry a little when I get those notifs.

Fucking someone, anyone but you, is what Bucky needs tonight. It’s what he’s needed every night since he met you honestly, but especially tonight. The dangerous game that the two of you have been playing has left Bucky with a feeling similar to that of climbing Mount Everest. The longer the climb goes on, the harder it gets for him to breathe. God, it feels like his lungs are trapped at a high altitude every minute that he’s around you at this point. So, Bucky will be skipping the monthly team game night to fuck a girl he met two days ago.

He pulls his leather jacket over his arms and shoves the key to his bike in his pocket as he gives himself one last look in the mirror. The tiniest seed of doubt presents itself in his mind as he meets his own gaze in the mirror. Fucking someone else won’t fix this. Fucking someone else might put a crush out of one’s mind…but this is more than a crush. As Bucky stands there, staring at himself, the realization comes crashing in like a damn freight train running off of its rails. This is obsession.

If Bucky’s breathing can be compared to the struggle of oxygenation at a high altitude, then your breathing can be compared to taking one’s first natural breath after a successful lung transplant. Every time you say something to get under his skin, every time you watch his smirk fall away and his chest rise and fall a little faster, you suddenly feel like you’re standing outside, taking in a breath of cool, crisp autumn air. The dirty little game between the two of you is simultaneously ruining Bucky’s life and giving you life.

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“Hey, you’re staying for game night?” Sam’s voice rings out as Bucky steps into the main living area, where the entire team is gathered both on the couch and the nearby floor. The entire team except for you, he notices, as he scans the group.

“I have somewhere to be.” Bucky answers gruffly, coming to stand next to the end of the couch where Sam sits.

“Hot date?” Sam jokes, giving him a quick once-over. As soon as he sees the leather jacket, he knows he’s either taking the bike out to wherever he’s going, or he’s going on a mission. Sam is positive it’s the former, because if it was the latter, he’d know about it.

“Always.” Bucky says with a smirk, shoving Sam’s shoulder. As the rest of the team begins chatting amongst themselves, Bucky catches himself looking around for you. Are you out tonight? Do you have a date? Bucky’s jaw clenches as he briefly envisions you dressing up for your trainer and sitting down to have a meal with him. You had better fucking not.

“Heading out?” The unexpected sound of your voice breaks Bucky out of his moment of mental weakness and he turns around quickly, coming to face you. You must’ve been in your room, he thinks, since you came from the direction of the hallway. Of course his obsessive mind would assume that you went out with the piece of shit who thinks you’re as fragile as a damn butterfly. “That’s too bad, I was really looking forward to kicking your ass tonight.”

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Bucky says calmly, staring into your eyes as the room grows quiet.

“But I thought—” Sam begins repeating Bucky’s earlier claim that he had somewhere to be, but he’s quickly cut off by Bucky shooting him a look that says something along the lines of say one more word and watch what happens. “Oh, right, your date is tomorrow night, not tonight.” Sam recovers with a lie. After one look at you, Bucky abandoned his plan to fuck away his feelings. You brush past him to take a seat on the floor by the coffee table, and as your arm collides with the fabric of his leather jacket, all he can think about is the image of a freight train careening off the rails and going up in a fiery blaze. Obsession. His obsession with you is going to be his undoing, he’s sure of it.

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The team game night was significantly more intense than normal with both you and Bucky being present. Well, it wasn’t just the fact that you were both in attendance for once. It was the fact that you were both so set on showing one another up. The entire night basically turned into a cut-throat duel, with cards and game pieces instead of knives and guns.

You stand in the living area alone now, stacking up all of the game boxes on the coffee table as you listen to the soft sound of the kitchen faucet running. After all of your back and forth arguing and shit-giving, you and Bucky were forced to take the cleanup duty yourselves, as restitution. You thought Bucky would continue on with the act once everyone went their separate ways for bed, but you were utterly surprised when he offered to take the kitchen cleanup and leave you only to handle the games. It was as if whatever competitive, teasing switch he had that had been turned on all night was suddenly turned off once he had you alone.

Bucky rinses off the last dish in the sink, watching intently as the suds run down his vibranium fingers and into the drain. With every dish he washed, he imagined his obsession going down the drain with the suds. It was almost therapeutic, until he sensed you stepping into the kitchen behind him. He stiffened instantly as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

You stand still as Bucky turns off the faucet and sets the final clean dish in the drying rack. You don’t really know why you decided to approach him. You could’ve gone to bed once you finished putting the games away, but your feet carried you in the opposite direction. So, now here you are, staring at the defined muscles of his back through his taut shirt.

“What’s up with you?” You ask quietly, leaning back against the island a couple of feet behind Bucky. You realize you’re in similar positions as the night you figured out that he has a size kink, except you’ve switched places.

“What do you mean?” He answers your question with his own as he towels his hands dry and turns around to mirror your position. He leans back against the front of the sink as he looks you over carefully. You’re suddenly entranced by the way he meticulously dries in every little crevice of his vibranium arm, as if he’s done it thoroughly a thousand times before, as if it’s a routine. When he notices you staring at the action, that familiar smirk returns to his face. “You don’t know how to act around me when I’m not fucking around with you, do you?” He asks in a near condescending tone. You narrow your eyes as you raise them to meet his gaze. When you don’t say anything in response, Bucky continues his work with the towel, warring within himself. He knows he shouldn’t keep going like this. He should leave right now and spend the night with any other woman underneath him so he can bury whatever it is that he feels about you. But the next words leave his lips anyway. “You miss it, don’t you? You can’t stand not having my attention, even for five minutes.”

“Bullshit. You’re too damn cocky for your own good.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. You don’t make a move to leave the kitchen, and Bucky takes note of that.

“And you’re a tease. Which is worse?” Bucky asks. He begins carefully folding the towel, slower than you’ve ever seen him do anything. You’re mesmerized by his hands.

“I’m not a tease.”

“Bullshit.” Bucky calls out, setting the towel on the countertop beside him.

“I’m not.”

Bucky exhales slowly as he pushes away from the sink and straightens up before you. The look he gives you sends an icy shiver down your spine.

“Good girls don’t lie.”

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To you, the next two minutes were a blur. The only thing that registered in your mind was a brief, fleeting thought of not giving a fuck and punching Bucky in his smug face. Your legs had the right idea when they rushed forward, carrying you straight toward him, but the rest of your body betrayed you and somehow you ended up kissing him.

Bucky didn’t even return your kiss at first. He stood there, completely stunned, as your soft lips met his. It took two seconds before his senses were able to convince his body that this was actually happening, and then he lost every ounce of control. The days of back and forth teasing, the innuendos, the lingering glance, it all came together like a pile of firewood and combusted right there in the kitchen. Bucky’s right hand tangled in your hair like it was instinct. As his palm connected with the nape of your neck, he gave your hair a gentle tug and earned himself a sweet moan that traveled from your mouth, straight into his.

He was fucked.

Now, Bucky’s heart is beating out of his chest as he watches you step into his dark bedroom in front of him. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears as he turns around and pushes the door shut, turning the lock into place and then taking a deep breath. Obsession. He has you in his fucking bedroom. He started out the night telling himself to go fuck another woman and now he has you right where he’s always wanted you.

His room smells just like him. It’s dark, but not so dark that you can’t make out his neatly made bed and distinct lack of decor in the space. You’re suddenly aware of the reason why he never brings women here, always choosing to meet them elsewhere instead. The place could be mistaken for a hotel room, without a single personal memento or hint that a person actually lives here. You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you take in the new setting. When you turn around to face him, he’s leaning against the door.

“You don’t have a single picture in here.” You point out casually, as if you didn’t just jump the man three minutes ago and then follow him to his bedroom for god knows what. Bucky keeps his eyes trained on yours.

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Among other things, yeah.” You admit, walking backwards until you feel the edge of his mattress against the backs of your knees. You sink down onto it, maintaining eye contact through the dark space around you.

“Other things…” Bucky mumbles. He runs a hand through his hair and for a second, he almost looks unsure of himself.

“You were so cocky just five minutes ago.” You tsk, shaking your head. “I didn’t expect Bucky Barnes, the ultimate man-whore, to have performance issues.” Your words could’ve gone in either one of two very different directions. You could’ve hit a sensitive spot of his and turned him off, or you could’ve brought out the side of him you’ve been seeing for days.

“You talk so fucking big for someone so fucking small.” Bucky’s demeanor shifts, and suddenly the energy in the room is as charged as it was the day you sparred with him. You’re silent as he steps away from the door and starts undoing his belt with one hand. One. Fucking. Hand.

“Bucky—”

“No, you sit there and look pretty, don’t say a fucking word.”

You close your mouth instantly, partially due to the shock of his boldness but mostly because when Bucky Barnes tells you what to do, with his hand on his belt, you’ll do it. You aren’t quite sure when your body decided to switch from always wanting to do the opposite of what he said to wanting to do everything he says, but you have a feeling it happened around the time he started praising you for the tiniest things.

“That’s right, you can’t even help yourself, can you? You listen to me because you know it’ll get you what you want.” His voice is smooth and even. Any hint of hesitation has vanished. As he pulls his belt out of the belt loops, he glances down at the strip of leather in his hands. So many things he could do with it, he thinks. He steps even closer to where you sit at the foot of the bed and you swallow hard as you look up at him. Bucky’s mind is reeling. He remembers the way you looked up at your trainer in the gym that day, the way you smiled at him. He almost laughs thinking about how jealous he was of that. And now he has you like this. Bucky drops the belt on the bed beside you and then pulls his shirt over his head in one swift movement, dropping it on the floor beside your feet. As your gaze drops to take in the sight of his toned chest, the scars along his left shoulder, his godly abs, he smiles to himself.

You feel the last dry fabric between your legs become wet when he hooks a finger under your chin and tilts it upwards, forcing you to look up at him once more.

“Keep behaving, and I won’t touch that.” He says evenly, cocking his head in the direction of the belt. Bucky slowly drops to his knees in front of you, placing both hands firmly on your thighs. “Act up, and you’ll have two reasons why you can’t sit down tomorrow, instead of one.”

When he talks to you like that, things either start moving in slow motion or they start fast forwarding. You find yourself flat on your back, with your legs hooked over his shoulders so suddenly that you aren’t sure if it happened in seconds or minutes. You aren’t even sure if you said a word, though the belt still lies on the bed beside you so you must’ve kept his command and stayed quiet.

“You have no idea…” Bucky whispers as he kisses along your inner thigh. “No idea how long I’ve wanted to be between these thighs.” His admission sends blush to your cheeks and a shudder throughout your body. He raises his head for a moment and looks into your eyes. Fuck, he needs to stop doing that. Every time he makes eye contact with you, he’s pushed closer and closer to throwing every care out the window and fucking you like a goddamn animal. He focuses on your dripping cunt instead, finally giving himself the chance to admire it. Every time he breathes you feel it. When he presses his tongue flat against your entrance and begins to drag it up toward your clit, your back arches off the bed at the sudden contact.

“Fuck.” You exhale the word sharply, letting your eyes flutter closed and your fists grip his bedding. As soon as the word leaves your mouth, you remember what he said. Don’t say a fucking word.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” Bucky groans, breaking away from your cunt and pressing his forehead against your thigh to ground himself. “Shit.”

Seconds later, Bucky is working his tongue all over you, into you, like he really has waited forever for this moment. His desperation and fervency only adds to the sensations between your legs, causing a knot to twist in your lower stomach at record speed. As soft whimpers and moans slip past your lips, which you’re trying hard to keep pressed together, Bucky sucks on your clit and remembers what he told you to do.

“Let me hear you, please.” He says just loud enough for you to hear, before diving right back in. In that moment, you can’t believe the filthy sounds that begin spewing from your mouth. Bucky eats up every single sound, every single swear, every single syllable of his name falling from your lips. His name. God, every time you moan his name, his cock twitches in his jeans and he loses another piece of his mind. When your back arches off the bed again and your thighs tighten on the sides of his head, he knows you’re right on the edge. That’s when he, without warning, flicks his tongue over your clit and slips two fingers inside of you. With a few thrusts and curls of his fingers against your walls, and his mouth’s unrelenting actions on your clit, you’re coming undone for him. “That’s it, cum for me.” He encourages you, practically finger fucking you right through your orgasm. “I knew you’d sound so fucking pretty when you cum.”

You’re a limp, panting mess on his bed as he crawls over you, peppering your naked body with kisses all the way up.

“Talk to me.” He coos, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck as he waits for you to say something, anything.

“That was…” You take a deep breath mid-sentence, trying to steady your voice. “You just…” You’re mentally kicking yourself for not being able to form a coherent sentence. You have no doubt that your loss of basic speech skills is only going to inflate his ego.

“That was a fucking dream.” He says softly, sucking on your earlobe and then moving to hover over you. He takes in the sight of you. Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils are blown, and you’re struggling to catch your breath. It’s adorable. “Can you move up higher in the bed or do I need to move you myself?” He asks. At first, you think he’s joking, but when you look into his eyes you see that he’s dead serious. A moment later, you’re settling in with your head on his pillow as he stands beside the bed and strips every last shred of his clothes off. Though your eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room, the shadows make it impossible to see Bucky’s fully naked form. It isn’t until he’s positioning himself back on top of you that you get the answer to the question that had been on your mind.

“Oh my god, Bucky.” You gasp as his hard cock presses firmly against your thigh.

“Hmm?” He knows exactly what you’re reacting to, and if you could see the smirk painted across his face right now you’d probably want to slap him.

“It’s…you’re so big.” Your voice turns into a whisper. You’re sure you feel his cock twitch and a little bit of precum drip onto your thigh when the words leave your lips. Oh, right. Bucky’s size kink. It makes sense now. How could a guy with such a big dick not have a size kink? “It’s not going to fit.” You say assuredly.

“Oh, it’ll fit. Remember what you said?” Bucky remembers what you said like it was five minutes ago. “I can take whatever you have to give me. You said that to me.” He reminds you.

“I didn’t know—”

“Oh, you knew.” He chuckles, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss. He distracts you with ease, licking along your bottom lip and then letting it delve into your mouth gently, just as he grinds the head of his cock against your clit. You gasp into the kiss, which only encourages him to deepen it further. He starts rutting against you, dragging his cock back and forth between your folds with every movement of his hips. If he had it his way, he’d be fully sheathed within you right now, fucking you so hard you’d see stars.

Bucky lets the head of his cock get closer and closer to your entrance with every rut of his hips, but he continues distracting you with his mouth. He fully intended to keep kissing you when he finally let his cock slide into you, but just as he notches inside of you and starts pushing in, he breaks the kiss.

His lips hover within millimeters of yours as your pussy grips him and pulls him in deeper and deeper. You’re both open-mouthed, breathing into each other, looking into each other’s eyes as your bodies meld together. Obsession. It’s the only word on his mind as he watches your eyes squeeze shut while your legs spread all for him.

He fucks you slowly at first, giving you time to adjust as he sticks to shallow thrusts. When your eyes open and you look up at him once again, he smiles down at you and picks up the pace, thrusting a little deeper as you start to focus on the feel of him. But when your name leaves his lips and you start scratching your nails down his bare back? He starts fucking you like he owns you. He fucks you as meticulously as he cleaned the crevices of his vibranium arm earlier.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well.” Bucky groans, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “My cock is splitting you in half and you’re fucking taking it.” He can feel how close you are, and the absolutely cock-drunk expression on your face only confirms it. Your expression paired with the most sultry moans he’s ever heard have him following you right to the edge. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl, ready to cum all over my cock.”

“Bucky, if you keep talking like that—fuck.” He only speeds up when you start talking, convinced that if you’re still talking, he’s not fucking you hard enough.

“Shut the fuck up.” He groans, hating the way those few simple words from you nearly made him blow his load. “Shit.” Bucky hooks your legs around his waist and pulls your arms away from his back, pinning them down on the bed on either side of your head. He doesn’t have to say another word for you to know what he’s doing. He’s fucking you until you can’t do anything, until you can’t say anything, until all you can do is cum for him.

Your orgasm is uncontrollable when it comes crashing in, making your back arch off of the bed and your bare chest press against his as you cry out his name.

Bucky’s orgasm? Bucky’s orgasm was so much more uncontrollable that it didn’t even cross his mind to pull out and cum anywhere except inside of you. He pushed so deep inside of you when he started cumming that you swear you felt the heat of it in your stomach. Even when you were both finished, he just couldn’t stop thrusting in and out of you.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He kept whispering against your neck as he rutted into you, using his own cum mixed with your wetness as lube.

As he collapses on top of you, your hands immediately move in two different directions. One begins tangling in his hair, gently massaging his scalp, while the other goes to caress his back with the softest touch. Only one word surfaces in your mind as you listen to his heavy breathing and focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

Obsession.

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★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

Haikyuu boys when they have a crush on you (Ushijima, Kyotani, Iwazumi, Aone, Bokuto)

Bokuto

There was probably a handful of ways Bokuto could have first noticed you. A; been friends before he even realized his feelings. B; been one of the managers on the volleyball team. Or, C; being a classmate mate of his, a deskmate maybe.

Regardless of how he meets you, he knows you're the one for him. Always greets you with his signature smile and a giant hug.

He always asks you to come to his games and practices; regardless if you are the manager or not. He wants to make you feel included, sharing the thing he loves the most with you. Or just wants to show off and see your face when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow.

Would show up at your house randomly when you didn't come to school. You didn't answer his texts or calls so he figured something must be wrong. Your parents love him so much that they just let him in.

“Hey, hey, hey! I was wondering why you weren't at school today. Your mom told me you were sick so I brought over some soup and snacks to make you feel better!” you sit up from your bed in absolute bewilderment. You look and feel like shit and here he is telling you how bored he was today without you.

“Oh!” he suddenly gasps, perking up. He walks over to his backpack and pulls out a folder. It's the Trig notes from today, his handwriting is big and sloppy, but it’s the thought that counts.

He hands it to you with his chest puffed out in pride, Man…he really does look like an owl. Cute.

When he's made bad plays and gets into one of his moods, Akashi will call you over. Complaining about how he won’t talk to anyone and just sits under the bleachers hunched over. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he turns around. When he sees you he instantly becomes better, asking *begging* you to stay. That you're his good luck charm and is surely to make all his spikes if you are here to cheer him on.

Will also *beg* ask you to wear his number to games. Will look into the crowd, locking eyes with you followed by a big thumbs up.

Aone

It was a busy day this evening; seeing as it was a couple weeks before Christmas. Meaning, that the trains were packed and full of people. You missed the bus you would usually take on your way home. It was getting dark out and you wouldn’t dare wait for the next bus to show.

You dashed your way to the nearby train station panting and out of breath. You made it just in time to catch one too. Hoping on you see that every place was full. Except for one.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity you scooted your way through the crowd and sat down. It was silent besides the usual businessmen making calls and children playing games on their parents' phones. After a while, you felt eyes on you. Craning your neck up to an almost uncomfortable degree you lock eyes with someone. He was wearing your school uniform. Oh, you know him! He was the middle blocker for your school's volleyball team.

You shot him a sweet smile and a tiny wave. His eyes widened and a blush crept on his pale face. It looked as if he was about to wave back but just then the bell signaling your stop rang. Ever since then, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.

Would leave candies and heartfelt notes on your desk and in your locker

Would try to catch a glimpse of you on his way to the train station, sitting at your bus stop.

Futakuchi notices all of his friend’s strange behavior and forces him to come to talk to you. And that's how you two became friends.

Didn't talk much but was always such a great listener, remembering the smallest things about you. Such as the classes you were struggling in; offering to tutor you and give notes. Keeping rubber bands on his writs just in case (sorry if you have short hair/ are bald 😅). Would even skip practice to walk you to the bus, always wanting to make sure you're safe.

I LOVE HIM SM; people need to write for him more 🙄

Iwaizumi

Very straight forward with his affections towards you.

It’ll take him a while to come to terms with the way he feels about you but when he does he’s not trying to hide it.

The rest of his friends would tease him about it but he’ll just brush it off because there’s no reason for him to be embarrassed about the way he feels.

Like Aone, he will walk you home everyday no matter how late it is or what he has to do. Will buy you all the snacks you want from the vending machine. Will make sure you're doing your best physically and mentally. Would force you to drink water and eat a balanced meal when he notices any signs of fatigue or famine.

Will convince you to go on morning runs with him before school. This one you're not so sure about but after all he does for you, you thought you could thug it out.

“Come on (Y/n), you can do this just a little ways to go,” he says, jogging backwards to try and stay at the same pace as you. At this point you're huffing and puffing for air bent over. He lays you on your back before going ahead of you. He looks back at you with a smirk and this mischievous glint in his eyes before speaking.

“If you finish this run maybe I’ll treat you to more than just breakfast,” throwing a cheeky wink behind his shoulder before jogging off again. You’ve never ran that fast in your life. Maybe if you're a little slick wit it, you can convince him to carry you back home.

Kyotani

A little rough around the edges to say the least.

Surprisingly, unlike his upper upperclassmen, he actually realizes his feelings pretty quickly. Noting the *not so* subtle changes in his behavior when he’s around you compared to everyone else.

He’s never been intune with his emotions, so it’ll take a while for him to make a move.

In my opinion I don’t think he’s the “mean to you because he likes you” type; he’ll most likely just avoid you if he doesn’t know you like that or just keep his feelings to himself if you’re already his friend.

Another anonymous secret admirer. Would leave food, water bottles, keychains, stuffed toys, and things he knows you like laying around for you to find.

Will try and discretely spend time with you. Wouldn’t outright say he wants to and will get all blushy and confrontational if you tease him about it.

“Hey,” you here a deep voice call out to you, already knowing who it is, you turn around with a big smile.

“Hey, Kenny! what’s up?” He makes eye contact with you for what seems like a split second before turning away with pink dusting his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I-uh… there’s… there’s this new movie coming out next Saturday. You said you hadn’t been to the theaters in a while… so, I bought tickets,” he explains, pulling out two tickets from his back pocket, still not looking at you.He shoves one in your direction before talking again.

You just stare at him with wide eyes and slightly parted mouth. He turns around after not getting an answer but as he opens his mouth to say something you fly into his arms.

“Thank you, Ken, really,”

“Ye-yea, don’t mention it”

Would treat you to ramen after you’ve done really well on a test. You have a go to spot, a little mom and pop shop. He’s been going there ever since he was little, so it means a lot to him and is a big sign of his love for you bringing you there. The owners always ask when you two would get together.

You’d just laugh it off while he blushes and stutters about how you guys are just friends. Though the owners can see the disappointment in his eyes at his own words.

Loves having late night convos with you, either at a park or on the phone. Just like how intimate it feels.

Seriously cares about you and tries to tone down his “mad dog” persona. Is aware of how abrasive he can be and doesn’t wanna scare you off. All in all, he embraces the state of vulnerability he can be in with you.

Ushijima

I absolutely hate when people paint him out to be some sort of blunt, unemotional, proper guy.

He’s not dumb. He knows the signs when someone has a crush. Sure he can be a little blunt in the way he expresses his emotions but that’s just because he feels there’s no reason to lie about how he feels. He’s not a robot.

Wouldn’t just come up to you and say he had a crush on you. He knows that’ll throw you a little off guard; he wants to make sure you like him too.

Not much of a talker, but knows how to make conversation. Would purposely start one because he knows you’ll end up getting off topic and start ranting. He loves the sound of your voice and the passion in your face when you talk.

Another one who invites you to games and practices. Would try to convince *demand* you to become the manager of his team.

“But, I don’t know anything about it besides the things you’ve told me,” you try to explain yourself with uncertainty.

“That doesn’t matter. Coach and I will give you a run down of everything if you need it. I wouldn’t mind explaining it to you,” he seems so confident in the fact that you’ll say yes. Tilting his head up a little higher, broad shoulders shifting back slightly, standing tall.

“Are you sure? I just don’t wanna be a burden to you or the rest of the team if I can’t get up to speed-,”

“You could never be,” he cuts you off

“Everyone wants you there… I want you there. So please, consider it”.

GUESS WHOS THE NEW MANGER!🤪

A little worried that a relationship would cut into his time with volleyball. His indifference would cause him to be distant for a while, which leads to you thinking he led you on. The more you think about it though, you know Ushijima isn’t the type to do that so he either lost feelings, or something’s wrong. You know it’s the latter but you can’t help overthinking it.

Would come up to you with a rose one day before you left school. Looks you in your eyes before apologizing about how he’s been acting. All he wants is you to reassure him that his career path won’t get in the way of you two.

Hope y’all enjoyed; let me know if you wanna part two but with different characters or in a different fandom (make sure to look at my ML). Bye guys!

-Love, Sos❤️

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Hey Sam, it looks like I'll be in Chicago for a few days next May. I'm going through all the typical sight seeing websites, but do you have any recommendations for a first time visitor? I'm not huge on architecture, parks or crowds. History, art and music are a big yes. I'm considering the Big Bus hop on/off tour for practicality. Any tips would be appreciated!

I used to have a "guide to Chicago" that I would link people to, but I think it probably badly needs updating, since a lot of what it talks about is pre-pandemic, and some places don't exist anymore (which is not necessarily down to the pandemic, Chicago is an ever-changing place). RIP Apocalypse McDonalds. Definitely before you follow anyone's advice including mine, look up what you're going to go see to make sure it's still there.

So, couple of quick recommendations; thanks for telling me some of what you're into, that always helps :) I'm going to assume you're either staying somewhere close to downtown or willing to trek into the city from outside it. A lot of people who tell me they're visiting Chicago are actually visiting Rosemont, which is a nice place but not Chicago and not super close to most of what I'll be talking about. Chicago is extremely large, and if you are staying around the O'Hare airport area (Rosemont) it will be an hour by public transit or at least $50 by rideshare/cab to get downtown.

I will say whenever I'm visiting somewhere, my first stop is always Atlas Obscura, which usually lists the really weird shit to do. :D

I've never done the Big Bus tour, but it's much nicer to do it in May than, say, December, and the people I know who've done it found it a convenient and inexpensive way to get around the city without having to deal with public transit, so while I can't personally recommend, I've only heard good things.

I know you said you weren't into architecture, but if you want to see a lot of Chicago in a very relaxed fashion, while incidentally getting some architecture knowledge, it's tough to beat the Chicago Architecture Center's boat tour. You just get on the boat, buy a drink if you want one, sit back, and drift down the river and back while someone narrates the history of Chicago architecture to you. You'll also, in May, see lots of other folks out on the river and get a real taste of Chicago's downtown scene. If you'd like to see the river without the cost of the architecture tour, I'd check out the water taxis and see if there's an opportunity to take one when going between other places you're visiting. They do a lot of tourist-destination stops.

For history, the Chicago History Museum is a natural fit and a lot of walking tours leave from the museum, although most of them are architecture :D I would also HIGHLY recommend Adam Selzer's Mysterious Chicago tours; Selzer is a very smart local historian and if you'd like to do reading ahead of time I also highly recommend his book Ghosts of Chicago. If he's offering a tour of Rose Hill or Graceland cemeteries, I'd jump on that; Graceland was my old "home" cemetery (it was literally my backyard for about a decade) and I think it's extremely interesting and beautiful. If you do go to Graceland, I can recommend Byron's nearby as a great place to get a burger, fries, Italian Beef, or a hot dog. But pretty much any tour he offers I would recommend whether I've been on it or not, he's great.

For art, again, the natural choice is the Art Institute Museum; to avoid lines, I'd recommend buying your museum ticket ahead of time and entering through the Modern Wing on Monroe Street, which is less attractive but also way less crowded than the "Lions" entrance on Michigan Avenue. I always recommend people make sure not to miss the Thorne Miniatures (they're in the basement so easy to miss, but any docent can direct you there) and the Ugliest Vase in the World. They move the vase around quite a bit, but if you check the website for the Londonderry Vase before you go, it'll tell you where to find it. Its hideousness must be seen in person. Also make sure not to miss the Chagall windows, they're off in a corner by the entrance to the cafe.

I'm not really much on music so my reccs are weaker there, but if you'd like some Chicago blues in a tourist-friendly environment, Kingston Mines is good, as is Buddy Guy's (which also has great food and is closer to downtown). If you like fried chicken, Harold's Chicken Shack is near Buddy Guy's (it's all over, it's a small chain, but that's usually the easiest one for people to find). The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is pretty great for classical music, and in the summer they often have special guests. If you like the NPR show "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me", they record live in downtown Chicago at the Fine Arts building; you usually have to buy pretty far in advance, keep an eye on tickets here.

More general recommendations: the Museum of Science and Industry is really fun, especially with kids but even without, but it's also the furthest out from downtown and can take some work to get to. Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium are both fun times, although the Shedd is kinda pricey I think. They're right next to each other though so a day doing both is convenient. If you are doing any of the museums, keep your eyes peeled for the "Mold A Rama" machines, where for $5 you can watch the machine injection-mold you a souvenir. Often the museums have custom machines for various exhibits (the Death exhibit at the Field had a skull one, for instance).

There are two train systems in Chicago: the "El" (the color-coded trains you see in movies all the time) and the Metra. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TAKE THE METRA TRAIN ANYWHERE. The Metra is a commuter rail designed for people who know how to use it, and they don't announce stops or even sometimes have signage; often the train won't stop at a platform unless it's told to during certain times of day. It is extremely easy to get extremely lost on the Metra and end up somewhere you do not want to be. If you are taking public transit, even if it seems less convenient, stick to buses and the El trains. The El and Metra run on different tracks so it's easy to avoid the Metra, but I always like to warn folks.

Okay, I think that's the highlights, minus some parks and such; I hope you have a great time! Feel free to hit me if you have questions.

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Promises for the Future | Kim Geonwoo (Bloodhounds)

Pairing: Kim Geonwoo x Hong Woojin Sister!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: i am really relieved, someone write bloodhounds 😭😭 could you please write kim geonwoo x f!preganant!reader (woojin's little sister) in 6 months later please? thank you ^^

Genre: fluff laced with angst because this show is just a rollercoaster of emotions

Warnings: mentions of violence from previous episodes, mentions of character deaths, Bloodhounds spoilers, pregnant reader, pregnancy, fetal movement, sibling banter

Word Count: 1,257 words

A/n: i love this show so much, but it breaks my heart. pregnant reader here reminds me of everything that Dooyoung could've had if he hadn't come back. he could still be alive, with his wife and baby 😭😭😭 i'm not crying you are! also, reader's last name is Hong. this is not a continuation of "hang in there."

Hand pressed to your lower back, you waddled out into the yard after having heard both your brother and boyfriend come back from their morning run. Mr. Oh had just stepped out to buy some groceries to make breakfast, having refused your offer to join him for the short trip.

It’d been five months since you’d moved out to the countryside with him after everything had happened. The first month after Mr. Choi’s murder you’d been at the orphanage with Geonwoo’s mother helping out as best as you could with all the kids wherever the staff needed you.

However, just as your luck throughout this whole ordeal would have it, within your first week of being there you suspected you were pregnant after having missed your period and the sudden morning sickness that succeeded that. His mother had been the first to suggest the possibility, having been aware that you and Geonwoo had most definitely shared at least one night together in the time you’d been dating (curse the thin walls of the apartment when he snuck you in). She was the reason why, after you’d taken the pregnancy test and gotten a positive, you had taken the first bus back to the city then a cab to the residence. You can imagine your shock at seeing the burned remains of the house you’d spent countless weeks in.

Neighbors had fortunately been able to direct you to a nearby hospital where one of the victims of the sudden fire had been hospitalized for nearly a month due to “severe burns” - although they all claimed the young man hadn’t been burned but stabbed to an inch of his life. You’d immediately thought it had been Geonwoo who’d been stabbed. Woojin, your brother, could surely handle his own - even with a knife’s sharp edge pointed in his direction. But either way, you would be losing, hurting, and worried for whichever one of the two it was that was hospitalized. When you’d found Geonwoo sitting in a waiting room after visiting hours, your heart had a brief relief before panic filled your entire being as you rushed at him needing to know how your brother was.

It was clear your boyfriend had been expecting anyone but you to be the person who grabbed his shoulders late that night based on the immediate tense and fighting stance his body took on reflex. He’d relaxed as soon as he registered that it was you, only to get worried himself because you being back in the city only put you in danger. But eventually he relented, not seeing it the time nor logical to argue with you then and there. You were already back in the city and getting you back to the orphanage now would be more difficult than ever - even if he didn’t know why you were back.

Woojin, while still under heavy observation by doctors, was better than you had expected him to be. He was wide awake and visible well other than the grimaces and winces whenever he sat up, turned, or stretched. And one never would’ve known that he’d nearly bled to death from how quickly he’d lunged himself at Geonwoo after you’d come clean about your reason for being there. He’d been pretty upset about it for a while - who wouldn’t be if their best friend slept with their little sister? Not to mention the current situation they were in - but eventually came around after seeing how happy the two of you were and the thought of being able to (hopefully) spoil his future niece or nephew with the money won during his matches.

Upon his discharge from the hospital, Mr. Oh brought the three - or four, depending on how you look at it - of you to his home in the countryside. Much to both of your dismay, Geonwoo and Woojin were both dead set on avenging Mr. Choi’s, Yangjung, and Dooyoung’s murders and bring down Smile Capital once and for all. With roughly two months left of your pregnancy, it was more and more worrisome seeing the training the boys were putting themselves through for the sake of their planned justice. That mixed with the possibility of them getting hurt was even more worrying.

You hadn’t actually seen what those cowards could do, but Woojin had already nearly died during their last encounter, Geonwoo’s facial scar, Mr. Choi, Yangjun, and Dooyoung - along with his family - murders were enough evidence to prove the lengths to which they would go to. And you couldn’t help but think that maybe it was best to back off.

At the beginning, before the last six months happened, you’d been onboard with snuffing them out. It wasn’t fair to the innocent people being hunted down for the deadly loan they’d been tricked into taking. But now with a new life inside of you and close to arriving, you worried about your own family. Godforbid something were to happen, but if it did, and if you were to lose both Woojin and Geonwoo - or just one and not the other - would it really have been worth it?

“Hey,” Geonwoo’s voice announced his presence pulling you from your thoughts. “Did you sleep well?”

“About as well as I can when needing to pee every three seconds,” you joked hoping it would lift your spirit a little bit and maybe have him forget about the dull look that was on your face when he walked in. No luck.

“You’re worried again aren’t you.”

He could always read you like a book. Your hands cradled your belly, smoothing out your shirt over the sore flesh feeling small movements from your baby as you nodded avoiding his gaze. It had been a constant topic of debate between the four of you. Mr. Oh and you completely against their persistent plan of justice; Geonwoo and Woojin seeing nothing wrong with said plan.

“Geon,” you sighed. “It’s not safe.”

“With them still out there it’ll never be safe.”

“You heard what they did to Dooyoung and his wife - even when he gave in trusting they would let her and the baby live. You saw what they did to Woojin - to you! I’d rather live the rest of my life always looking over my shoulder with you than without you or Woojin. Please, just - just think it over.”

Geonwoo sighed deeply as he took your hand in his, his knuckles grazing over you bump as he looked down at it lovingly before returning his gaze to your eyes. He knew it was a bit selfish of him to ask for you to trust him, to believe in his plan, to believe him when he promised that he’d come back to you and make sure Woojin did as well. It was incredibly selfish of him, but he couldn’t help it. When it came to you, he would always end up being selfish.

He whispered your name softly and you closed your eyes feeling the tears well, “I promise we’ll handle it and everything will go back to normal. We’ll get to start a new life us, the baby, my mom, Woojin. We’ll all get a new life with not debt and nothing to worry about. I promise. Just, please understand.”

So you nodded, because you knew that no matter how much you pleaded his heart of gold would always win. He would stand with his decision. And he would not back down from it.

“Okay. But you have to come back in one piece. Both of you.”

“We will. I promise.”

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months

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... With some asks answered, are you alright if I ask what The Roo Gang would be as yanderes? Go ahead and ignore this if you want to of course! 😅

No no, I loved this! XD

Warnings for: Yandere behaviours, sexual assault and harassment, kidnapping, etc.

Kingston:

Kinda??... Chill??? Kinda.

Like, he wouldn't hurt you. He wouldn't touch you in an inappropriate way. And he likes it when you fight back; he thinks its cute and you're the coolest person ever. So he wont fully kidnap you or anything either- as that'd take the fun clean away!

But he w i l l n o t leave you alone. Every time you get home there's a reminder that he's thinking about you~ Like a bouquet of flowers, or chocolates and a note teasing you that these are your favourites, doll!- but did I drug them?, a new piece of furniture (for me to sit at when I come over to see you~ ), etc.

There will also be never ending attempts to blackmail and threaten you into being with him (Just one date! A movie! I'm not askin' you to marry me, just come out with me- just give me a chance.), but basically telling him to fuck off will get rid of him. He wouldn't actually send you to jail, or get you kicked out of your house, or fired or anything!!- you both know that!!-

So yeah, chill sorta?? You can brush him off. But you'll be brushing him off for ever.

... unless of course you start dating someone else, then he'll have to get serious. To protect this cute little thing, you two have with eachother~ ^^

Rena:

Rena is eager. XD What little sense of dignity and pride for herself she had before, is gone- now she'll do anything to have you. And almost anything for you (Anything- except let you go of couse).

She w i l l catch you (She'll drug your drink, she'll seduce a flunkey or two into kidnapping you for her and then kill them to prove they meant nothing for her and she's all yours *cough*, she'll chain you up in the basement she set up all-pretty for you~ ^^ ), she will keep you, and she will get rid of anyone looking for you.

She's kinda like Baby Firefly in Mommy mode actually XD She likes to feed you, dress you, bathe you- just in general be super sickly sweet to you.

She's also kinda like Greasy in yandere mode, though. And... you know. She wont be able to keep her hands off you.

Ryan:

Okay he's my favourite. YOU DRIVE HIM C R A Z Y. Like, man, he is the m o s t sexual yandere here. He's demisexual, and he is i n l o v e with you. He's the type to stand over your sleeping form and jack off.

He hates himself for it, but what can he do? You're the bitch for doing this to him. Could you not fucking look at him?? Jesus fucking christ.

So yes- he's also m e a n. He wont kidnap you or anything like the others; in fact he'll try to keep you at a distance, but you still cant manage to shake him. This rude guy is a fixture in your life, no matter what you do to remove him. Go to a different grocery store?? He's there growling that you followed him. Different bus stop? Turns out he lives nearby.

He calls you a stalker, a creep, obsessed. Spoiler: He's deflecting. He's all those things, he's the one consumed by you, and he's blaming the hell out of you for it. He'll spend every waking hour that you see each other being awful and grumpy towards you and then when you're asleep?? He's squeezing his cock and gritting his teeth, pumping himself slowly and fighting to stay silent so you don't wake up and see him in the dark, in your bedroom.

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adminbryantsaki · 10 months

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Alone at night

Yandere! Shouta Aizawa x Reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead. He belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, Move on. Reader discretion is advised. If you see someone with Yandere tendencies in real life, call the police immediately as it’s a giant red flag and can be dangerous)

TW: Yandere situation, stalking, Walking alone at night, mention of injury/murd3r

WC: 1,400

You wrapped up your task on your laptop before shutting it down and sliding the device into your backpack. You slung the pack over your shoulder and headed to clock out for the day and head home. you bumped into your co-worker before making it to the door and you apologized for being so clumsy and headed out the door, as you were walking through the streets to get to the bus stop that would take you home, you had the uncomfortable feeling that someone was following you so you turned to see if there was anyone suspicious following you to the bus terminal.

You noticed a strange-looking man wearing a dark hoodie and pants, with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, but he was following you, keeping his distance from you, but keeping track of you. You took a seat at the bus terminal, waiting for your bus to arrive, hoping that you would lose the strange man following you, thinking that he would get on a different bus.

Oh, you were you wrong when the bus arrived that would take you home, the strange man boarded only a few people after you did and sat down a few seats behind you. You were tense and tried to distract yourself by looking out the window to watch the buildings and other cars pass by. You noticed the buss approaching your neighborhood and you pulled a string to notify the driver that you wanted to stop, you chose to get off a stop that was only a little longer of a walk to your house but you wanted to try and evade your stalker. You got off and noticed the man get off as well and begin to follow you. You took detours to try and lose the man but you couldn’t shake him. You thought of going into a nearby bar and asking for help but you were tired and decided to go home and call the police incase anything worse happened.

Upon entering your home, you immediately locked the door and went to your room to change out of your work clothes as you thought back to your observations to the man who was following you. There seemed to be something familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Sending those thoughts out of your mind, you changed into your pjs, not aware of the window that had been opened in your absence. You settled on your couch with a bottle of your favorite fizzy drink and turned on the Tv to a movie that you decided to unwind to.

Some time passed and you heard something knock over in another room, making you stand up and arm yourself with the nearest blunt object and your phone which you quickly dialed the authorities. You walked slowly and quietly to the part of your house where you heard the noise come from and you peeked into the room. The strange man who had been stalking you earlier was in the room, searching for you. You had stayed quiet until someone on the phone responded asking if you were there. This alerted the man and he went to the door and found you, frozen in fear, holding your phone. He smiled and pulled you close.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, Y/n.” He spoke and pulled you into the living room and had you sit back down in your couch. “Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want with me?” You asked as you watched him walk in front of you, pull a chair over, and sit in front of you. He looked up at you and you finally got a good look at his face. He was pale, having dark stubble lining his jawline, dark eyes that looked exhausted and rimmed by dark circles that told you that he lacked sleep. He also had shoulder-length wavy black hair that framed his face and two scars, one that was in a crescent shape under his right eye and a vertical scar that intersected with the horizontal scar. “Do you not recognize me, Y/n? We went to high school together and we were in the same class.” He spoke, leaning forward slightly in desperation to get you to try and remember him. You thought for a moment, thinking back to your years in high school and trying to remember someone that looked like him. Coming up with nothing, you shook your head no in response to the man in front of you. “You must remember me. Do you not remember the letters and flowers left in your locker? Or finding an item that you had misplaced one day and magically turned up the next? That was me. I left those things for you there. I made sure you were paid attention to and cared for. I even followed you when you graduated and followed you into your field of work so I could still be around you. Do you not understand this, Y/n?” He asked.

You remembered the love letters and flowers found in your locker or at your desk… sometimes even in the locker room after gym class. You remembered getting your job and a week or two later, seeing that this man in front of you arrived at your same job, that’s when more of the notes and small presents containing your favorite treat or snack appearing at your desk. Your eyes widened and you backed away from him, scared of what he might do next. “I-I do remember you now. You stalked me on the way home from school, you left things in my locker in the bathroom after gym, you left me small presents on my desk containing creepy notes in them. Also following me to work? That’s even more creepy. You should have pursued what you wanted instead of stalking me wherever I go.” You told him and stood up from your seat but he grabbed your wrist. “Sit back down,” He growled. “You’re not going anywhere until I say it’s alright for you to leave.” He added and you sat back down and he let go of your wrist. He had gripped it hard and it hurt a little. His whole demeanor had changed. “You owe me for all the years you didn’t recognize me. You owe me a relationship that we never had… Do you remember what happened to your boyfriends about a week after you started dating them?” He asked. “They got beaten up badly with broken bones. They ended up in the hospital and were never the same again… Oh my god, was that you that beat them up?” You asked as you put a hand to your mouth.

“Yes, it was. I need to get them out of the way so I could have a clear path to you. But you still never bat an eye at me, you just picked the next person that caught your interest to date. Because you picked them is why they became my targets. They could have been spared if you only picked me, Y/n.” He said in a menacing tone. You looked at him in fear and his expression softened. “What’s wrong? Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to scare you. But I am right. You could have saved them… but you didn’t, so now you’re stuck with me. Tomorrow, we will head into work and you will say nothing referring to what has happened tonight. I’ll slowly move in with you and we will live happily. I’ll keep you safe from those who wish to harm you and I’ll help care for you with whatever you need. Understand?” He spoke. You slowly nodded and he smiled, taking your hands in his and he kissed your forehead.

“I-I never got your name, what is it?” You stuttered. “My name is Shouta. Shouta Aizawa.” He spoke.

The end?

@chaos-night @reciproburstbaby @suzuki-violin-school

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bucky-munson · 2 years

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What's Hidden in the Shadows | 1

Summary: Bullies are everywhere. They manifest as a group of jocks at school who think you're fat and want to make sure you know. Sometimes they even manifest as your own father. But can they manifest as the love of your life? No probably not.

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Sized!GN!Reader ; Surprise X Plus Sized!GN!Reader later on ;)

Warnings: Bullying, fat-shaming, abuse, blood, swearing and toxic mean ass Billy of course

a.n: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ST. I'm so nervous. Also this is gonna be a multi-part series! shamelessly regular old Hawkins though, I'm just pretending everyone is alive and there's no monsters or upside down lol

The optimistic thought creeps in every weekday when the final bell rings precisely at three o’clock. Maybe I’ll get out without anyone noticing. And yet, when the loud, boisterous voices of the boys at the end of the hallway meet your ears, you know it won’t be true.

“Aww there they are! Still brave enough to keep showing up I see,” the blonde calls out, putting his arm in front of the door to prevent you from running. It wasn’t worth the trouble to try and push through though, you’d learned that early on. Putting your hands anywhere on him, Billy Hargrove, was just extra fire to the beating you’d receive.

“Billy, please.. The buses are gonna leave–”

“And what? You think I give a shit if you make it to the bus? Not my fault you’re so poor you have to ride those shitstains,”

You knew the words would fall on uncaring ears, but it didn’t keep you from trying; praying that he’d give up and find someone else to push around. That’s when a pair of hands tightly gripped your shoulders from the back, too firm to be of any help. But before you had a chance to brace, you met the cold tile of the school floor; the bookbag stripped from your back and tossed to the side. Tensing up instinctively, you expected the impact from their shoes to hit quickly after but a voice suddenly called out.

“Boys! What is happening?” The angel called out. You looked up to see the face of the nearby Ms. O’Donell as the boys scramble to try and pick you back up and return your bag, mumbling excuses as to why you were on the floor. But leave it to smooth Billy to cover their asses.

“They fell, probably slipped over their laces, we were just helping them up, right?” He explains with a smug smile creeping across his features.

“Right?”

You already knew better than to say anything out of line so with a quick nod, the teacher simply shrugged and motioned for you all to continue out the door. Before she could turn her back though, you were fleeing, using her watchful eye as a way to escape the boys. Stopping wasn’t an option until you made it onto the bus and sat with a huff, trying to catch your breath beside your seatmate. Another student from the same run down neighborhood who just gave you a sympathetic and knowing pat on the shoulder.

Even while trying to finish the jumbled up math problems assigned for homework, the thoughts of an escape crept in.

There had to be a way, right?

A back exit they wouldn’t anticipate, maybe you could slip out and make it to the front instead of just walking into them head on?

Groaning in frustration, you just push the book away from you, unable to maintain focus enough to do more than the same problem over and over.

“Are you done lazing around, you little shit? Where’s dinner?” Your father’s voice calls out, banging loudly on your door. With a quick look over at the clock you sigh, realizing it was already six, thirty minutes passed when you had convinced him to let you study till… Thirty minutes that you should have been cooking. Knowing better than to prolong the inevitable though, you start off the mattress you had been sitting on and make your way to the door, opening it quickly.

“I’m sorry, sir, I was finishing up my homework and-”

That's when the impact hits you, not unusual but usually more provoked than this. Stumbling backwards, you grab your mouth and look up at him incredulously.

“You think I care about your excuses? I told you when I expected dinner and you’re still in here laying around, now clean up, get out here and fix me something. Or do you want to be out on the streets like I put your mother?” He spits, tilting his head as he leans closer to you, anticipating an answer. You simply shake your head quickly and rush past him to the bathroom, blood slightly pooling into your hand. Upon assessing the damage in the mirror though, you figure it could be worse. A busted lip isn’t much compared to other injuries you’ve sustained, so maybe you should count yourself lucky this time.

Even though he typically isn’t so trigger happy on face shots, saying that those “draw the most attention.”

The steps of his boots down the hallway give you enough relief to turn on the water, quickly brushing some against the skin of your chin to clean off the blood there before grabbing the first aid kit you kept in the medicine cabinet. With a quick swipe of the antibacterial ointment and a rinse of your hands, you make your way to the kitchen, hoping there was a quick resolution to the dinner problem so you could eat and escape back to your room.

Spaghetti isn’t glamorous but it is satisfying enough that he quickly eats his fill and makes his way back to his recliner, content to drink himself to sleep. A few dishes are done and then you feel safe enough to leave, turning off the light to the living room when you hear the soft snores from the body facing the television. Your door clicks softly when you close it, finally feeling all of the emotions of the day rain down on you. Sobs rock through your body, almost impossible to keep quiet, but you manage with the help of the flattened pillow on your bed.

Was this it?

Were you destined to be the world’s punching bag until you make it out of the hellhole known as Hawkins?

The heavy darkness of sleep finally falls over you as you listen to the soft riffs of someone playing their guitar in the trailer park.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall of the cafeteria, you give a silent plea.

Just give me 20 more minutes please…

But alas, it was of no use when the bell signaling the end of lunch rings, everyone standing almost on cue. Barb gives you a bright smile as she closes the book she’s currently half way through. If there was a God at least he gave you her, you think, the best friend anyone could ask for.

“I’ll catch you in English right?” She asks and you offer a quick nod and smile, the sting of the wound on your lip suddenly reminds you of its presence causing you to wince. She sees the motion but knows better than to ask so with a soft rub of your arm she’s off, meeting up with Nancy before merging into the crowd. You fling the bag over your shoulder before joining the mess of students funneling into the hallway, keeping your head down and simply trying to make it to your locker.

“Damn, looks like someone got to you before I did,” a voice laughs, appearing behind you as you dig for your math book. You don’t even have to turn before replying, the dread already creeping up the back of your neck.

“What do you want? More answers to the math homework, Billy? I didn’t get it done, so I guess we both take a zero,” you grumble, some sense of bravery in your words because honestly, it couldn’t get much worse. He can’t help but raise his eyebrows in shock before the anger resurfaces in his expression as he grabs your arm to force you to turn and look at him.

“What did you say to me, lard ass? Did you forget who you’re talking to? All I want is to know which of the basketball team I need to shake hands with for that fucked up lip you have, bout time someone actually did some damage. Not that you could look much worse than you do regularly.” His words come out a lot deeper and he leans even closer to your face, studying your expression for the fear he’s trying to cause. As the cigarette smell invades your senses, a feeling of apathy washes over you.

“You know, my dad isn’t on the basketball team but I’m sure he’d love to shake your hand, you two have so much in common,” you spit back at him, pushing him away from you as something changes in his eyes.

His steps stutter and he can’t find his words as you slam the locker shut, quickly rushing off before he gets his hands on you again. That push definitely spelling the end for you when he does find you again. But he can’t do anything other than watch you morph into the crowd, his heart pounding at the unknown revelation.

Your.. Dad?

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #plus sized reader #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #barb holland #eddie munson

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denjis-chainsaws · 1 year

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°•●~| Chainsaw Man |~●•°

Character(s): Denji, mentions of Power and Aki Hayakawa

Genre: Headcanons, relationship, fluff

Reader: Male Reader (masc. pronouns and nouns, trans-inclusive), second person (you, your, yours), maybe a little dense pre-relationship?

Extra Notes: As per usual in every fandom I have seen very little male reader content, especially for Denji. If no one else will give him a boyfriend, then I'll write it myself. Also, no real idea for a time frame, this just generally takes place during Part 1, though certain bits can be applied to Part 2.

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Denji isn't a stranger to having feelings for someone, that boy falls for anyone who shows him a crumb of kindness. But he isn't used to falling for another boy. He's not opposed to it, it's just very new to him like most other relationship-type things.

So then in comes you to sweep him off his feet. Metaphorically or literally! Either way he is absolutely enamored with you. From your looks to how you carry yourself to the way you speak, everything about you renders him speechless.

At first he panics. He was raised by himself out in a cabin in the wilderness for most of his life, he doesn't have the foggiest clue about social norms and the like. By the time he's brought to Tokyo and is able to read manga and magazines, the only thing he's seen are relationships between men and women. The only time he's ever felt attraction up to that point was towards women. He didn't know if feeling this way about another boy was normal.

It causes him such distress and inner turmoil that it affects his patrols with Power and Aki. Power isn't much help since she has as similar a grasp of social norms as Denji. Aki, on the other hand, tells him quite bluntly that it's fine and shouldn't be causing him this much strife. After that his feelings towards you just kinda click, "Oh... Cool."

Once it sinks in, he's very obvious about his feelings. Everyone can read him like a book, it's embarrassing. Yet somehow it seems all of that has gone over your head, leaving you oblivious to his pining. It takes him asking you out directly to realize his feelings may extend past friendship.

Denji is a simple man that enjoys simple things, so simple dates are up his alley. Walking around the streets in the evening, going to a theater to watch a movie, or grabbing some good grub from a nearby food cart or truck. It would be his treat like a real gentleman, if he had any money to speak of. Though he promises to pay you back! Someday!

You teach him the intricacies of relationships. Largely of how they're take AND give. Many of the women Denji has chased after in the past were always taking and taking, and rarely ever giving if at all. Maybe he isn't feeling that way because he's dating a boy... Are men really that different from women in relationships? Denji doesn't know, and ultimately he doesn't care. He's happy to have a significant other who loves and cares for him as a real person.

Denji has no sense of personal space and is always clinging to you. He loves PDA and is incredibly shameless to boot. If you're walking around somewhere, he's holding your hand. Sitting somewhere to wait for a bus or just to relax, he's squeezed up tight against you and wrapping an arm around you no matter if you're smaller or bigger than him. Hell, at one point he begs you to try that cliche trope of using two straws to drink from the same shake or smoothie together. He saw it in a manga and thought it was pretty cute, so it had to be just as cute to try it in real life, no?

If you're not comfortable with the amount of physical affection Denji provides, you don't have to be afraid to speak up about it. Denji is crass and uncultured, but he's not that uncivilized. He is still getting used to everything, but above all else he wants to make sure his boyfriend is happy and comfortable, so he'll learn to tone down the clinginess if that's what makes you feel better.

You, on the flipside, learn more of his quirks. He loves praise and reassurance. All of this new stuff he's learning can be very intimidating, and as much as Denji can put on a face and handle it, he does doubt himself a lot. A simple pat on the back and words of "Good job!" can go a long way for him.

If you like to cook, Denji devours anything you make for him. Doesn't matter if you're a beginner or a five-star chef, he loves everything you make. His only request is to avoid any kind of coffee or tea, he's not too fond of the "mud" and "leaf" water.

At the end of the day, whether you're staying at Aki's his place or yours, his favorite thing to do with you is unwind in bed together. You could read him a book, he loves your voice and all the fancy words you read aloud. Maybe you have a TV in your room, you could watch one of those late night auction programs and laugh at the people who waste such exorbante amounts of money on mundane things with pretty names attached. Or if you still have the energy to spare, maybe you could let Denji rest his head on your lap and run your fingers through his hair. He loves it when you do that. He loves it whenever he can be close to you and will snuggle up to you at the earliest opportunity. He's so used to holding Pochita in his sleep, and has been using an extra pillow as a subpar replacement ever since Pochita gave him his heart. Now he doesn't need the pillow so long as he has you.

#Chainsaw Man #CSM #Denji #Denji Chainsaw Man #Denji CSM #denji x reader #denji hayakawa #denji x you #chainsaw man headcanons #csm headcanons #denji headcanons #csm x reader #written and edited on mobile #denjis-chainsaws || mod jay #first actual post on the writing blog and i am terrified lmao

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quodekash · 7 months

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oh! yeah that's right there's the rest of the episode. whoops i fully just kept rewatching the guynawa scene, i completely forgot that im only halfway through the episode

GUYNAWA KISSED BY THE WAY, JUST REMINDING EVERYONE IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

AWWWWWWWW

THEYRE ALL SO ADORABLE

THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHERRRR

THEYVE KISSED BTW

DID ANYONE FORGET??

THEY KISSED

THEY KISSED FIVE TIMES

FHSDHDHSBFAHDSBFHDSBFH

lmao they rly had to squeeze that in there one last time

LMAO THEIR EXPRESSIONS IN THE BACKGROUND I LOVE THEM

le gasp

shock horror

no one had any idea at all

who could have possibly seen this coming

i think most of their classmates knew

they had to know, right?

they were not very quiet about it lmao

kang being like "why is my boyfriend so sweet" and kissing him on the cheek several times while there's people very close nearby

i feel like everyone had to know

LMAO

EVERYONE EXCEPT SAIFAH, OF COURSE

IM SORRY I CANT STOP LAUGHING

HIS EXPRESSION IS LIKE SOMEONE JUST DIED UNEXPECTEDLY IN A MOVIE OR SOMETHING

i genuinely have no clue how he didn't know, maybe he should go to an optometrist, he might need glasses

HIS SMILEEEE

HES SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY SAID IT AND ANNOUNCED IT

ASHDFAHSDFHADSFHA

GI3ERGSTIUG43BE THATS SUCH A FUNNY REACTION

ONLY IN BL

"sailom and i are dating" and everyone clapped

bro why you just standing there alone in the rain

OKAY, HE'S GONNA SAY IT ONCE MORE:

"I. LIKE. YOU." ITS AS SIMPLE AS THAT MY GUY

but also all of kang's fears and worried are very valid right now and i totally get it and i love him and support him BUT HES SO STUPID but also valid BUT STUPID

FINALLY

jeez man, it took WAY too long for that to be revealed to him

yessss

yeeeessssssss

yes, because wind is important to the windmill, we've been over this a thousand times

YESSSS GUYNAWA ARE BACK, I WAS SO WORRIED THAT BECAUSE IT'S THE FINAL EPISODE, WE WOULDNT GET ANY MORE OF THEM FOR THE REST OF THE EPISODE BUT ITS OKAY ITS FINE YAYYYYYY

THEYRE SO FUNNY

THEYRE SO SILLY I LOVE THEM

wait but how did they find that

did they just come up with that without realising it's been said by kangsailom, or did they somehow find out iconic kangsailom lines?

nooooo so guynawa aren't going to the same uni?

I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH

GVOREGNKJRVD THEYRE BOYFRIENDS

WAIT WHERE ARE THEY GOING

ARE THEY ALL GOING ON A TRIP TOGETHER???

SCHOOLIESSSSS

i fully forgot schoolies was a thing lmao

is it called schoolies everywhere or is that only an australia thing?

anybody, pls answer here: what country do you live in, and what do you call the trip that people go on for like a week with their friends a few weeks/months after they graduate high school, where they usually go camping and get drunk? or do you not have that?

AND THEYRE GOING TO KORAT?? YESSSSS

guynawa better see a shooting star

and theyd better kiss under the night sky

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM

also: guynawa in the background, it looks like nawa's looking out the window. in other words: SOUNDWIN PARALLELS, WIN KNOWS SOUND LIKES LOOKING AT THE VIEW SO HE SAVED HIM A WINDOW SEAT ON THE BUS which sound didnt take because he's awkward and gay BUT STILL

side note: who the hell drove the msp gang on the bus ride to the beach? we literally see all eight of them sit in the back, we dont see anyone go to the front seat to drive. we also dont even know if any of them have their license, other than win but he's only got his bike license

anyway

ohhh he's trying to find a comfortable position to sleep

MAYBE SLEEP ON YOUR BOYFRIEND'S SHOULDER THEN, DIDYA THINK OF THAT??

holy shit its 2:30 in the morning

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #guynawa #nawaguy #pimfahnapdao #napdaopimfah

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petri808 · 5 months

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First day of Freshman year at a University in Tokyo, Katsuki Bakugou is ready to throw off the image of a child and embrace this new step. He wasn’t always the most mature… and yeah, he did have a reputation as a bully. That all ended in high school, but the label followed him all three years because he was surrounded by people who knew him all his life. Not anymore. This is his chance to start fresh in a new city hundreds of miles away from home and anyone that really knows him.

“Hey, Baku-bro, wait up!” Eijiro Kirishima waves as he gets closer.

Bakugou stops so the man can catch up, then the two continue towards the bus stop. He’d found an apartment close to the campus, but it was a little out of his price range, so he put up an ad on the school’s blog for a roommate and Kirishima had answered. They’d moved in just under a month ago, and so far, the arrangement works. The guy is a bit chatty for Bakugou, but in a way that’s comforting because it reminds him of someone else, he once knew. “I think I’m gonna like my classes,” Bakugou opens the dialogue. “You?”

Kirishima drops his school bag next to the door as he takes his shoes off. “I was worried ‘bout linear algebra, but the guy I sit next to seems super smart nerdy, said he’d help me if I need it.”

“Lucky you,” not that Bakugou really cares, but he is happy for his friend.

College is supposed to include having fun, you know, the whole spreading one’s wings, trying new things, the last hurrah before settling into a career. Each weekend, Kirishima harasses Bakugou to go out with him to the bar, or an izakaya restaurant, or just get out in general instead of being a hermit. Sometimes he relents, but mostly stays cooped up in his room studying if he’s not at his part-time job at the nearby convenience store. Having to work and go to school is rough around test times, but he’s lucky the boss is flexible with his hours. Kirishima also has a part-time job at a restaurant as a line cook. The benefit for the two were the leftovers he’d bring home that helped with their monthly food budgeting.

Kirishima knocks on the door frame of Bakugou’s bedroom. “A couple friends’n I are gonna go to Shiono for drinks, come with us Katsuki,” he coaxes. “I wanna intro you to someone.”

“Who?” Bakugou asks without looking up from his phone.

“The guy from my class,” Kirishima answers, “the one I told you about.”

Bakugou groans. “Why?” What’s so interesting about this nerdy math whiz that requires him to leave the warmth of their apartment?

“Why? Ugh!” Kirishima whines, “why not! Come on, midterm’s over, it’s the holiday season, so let’s celebrate a little. My treat.”

If this conversation is like all the others, his roommate is not going to let up easily. But Kirishima must really want him to go out this time, because he rarely offers to treat. Bakugou rolls his eyes, “okay, fine! But I’m not staying out till super late, I gotta work in the morning.”

“Cool, cool,” Kirishima throws him his coat he’s been holding as if he already knew his roommate will say yes, “let’s go!”

As soon as they step out of the heated apartment building into the winter night, Bakugou pulls the collar up tighter around his neck to block out the cold. Powdery flurries float around, so light and delicate, they don’t last long enough to blanket the ground, but they surely send a chill as they melt down the back of your neck. The izakaya Shiono is a mere three blocks away, through sidewalks lined with lighted trees and cheerful pedestrians snapping selfies to celebrate that time of year. Kirishima chattered away, talking about some kind of amazing donburi bowl with the most succulent pork that melts in the mouth that Bakugou just must try when they get to the restaurant. It did sound good… and he hasn’t eaten dinner yet, so maybe he’ll get that for dinner.

Bakugou knows two of the people that are likely going to be at the restaurant, so the only stranger will be this classmate Kirishima sings praises for. After they step into the restaurant and hand over their coats, the server guides them to a large booth at the back of the room. He admits this is a cozy place, no wonder Kirishima likes it. The atmosphere feels mellow and welcoming, not to mention the air alone smells delicious. Bakugou follows behind his roommate and braces for the meeting. He’ll just have a couple of beers then go home.

“What’up guys!” Kirishima boisterously makes their presence known by posing with his chest puffed out at the front of the table.

The three men in a high-spirited conversation in the booth all turn at the same time, answering back with various responses, smiles, and gestures— that is until one of the men sees Bakugou, and Bakugou sees who the man is. Suddenly, all the air in the room is sucked out leaving a strange void with only the sound of white noise ringing in his ears taking him back in time to a past he’s trying to run from. His eyes widen in a mixture of fear and surprise, voice cracking from the drying throat, “Izu—ku?” Bakugou questions the green-haired young man in the booth. He hasn’t seen Izuku Midoriya in four years.

The night started out so well with the interesting and humorous topic the guys were just talking about. Midoriya instantly deflates into the booth chair with a quiver in his tone. “K-Kaachan?”

Suddenly, Bakugou feels like he’s taken a knockout punch to the gut. Why, of all the people… the one person he never thought he’d see again or rather was afraid to and based on Midoriya’s body language, he’s not thrilled to see him either.

“Whoa! You two know each other?” Kirishima queries in excitement as his attention swings back and forth between the two men.

Ugh! Of course, his roommate doesn’t read the room. “Uh, yeah…” Bakugou mumbles, averting his eyes to the ground. “We were close as kids, but I haven’t seen Izuku since middle.” Kirishima hasn’t picked up on the tension, but the other two people sitting silently in the booth next to Midoriya clearly has if the side-glances to each other are a giveaway.

Kirishima turns to his classmate. “Dude, it’s so crazy that you know my roommate! I’m so glad he finally came out with me!”

“Yeah…” Midoriya’s eyes immediately dart around like a cornered animal looking for a way out. “I used to know him.” He then suddenly looks at the imaginary watch on his wrist. “Oh, shucks, I totally forgot I have to be somewhere…” he gets up from the booth and tosses some money onto the table for the drink he’d purchased. “I… I’ll see you guys later.” Midoriya feigns an excuse and immediately leaves the restaurant.

Shocked, Kirishima turns back to his roommate. “What just happened? Did something happen between you two or something?! Dude I’ve never seen Izu react like that.”

“You could say that…” Bakugou responds gruffly not wanting to go into detail.

“No way, dude!” Kirishima grabs Bakugou by the shoulders. “Well, whatever it is you gotta fix it then! Because it’s bad to lose a childhood friend!” He physically turns his roommate around, points him towards the exit and shoves. “Go after him!”

Bakugou stumbles a step, then half turns to confront Kirishima. “Why?!” He growls. “It’s obvious he doesn’t wanna be around me and I don’t blame him ‘cause I was a complete asshole back then.”

“I don’t care.” Unafraid or phased by his roommate’s gruff attitude, “don’t argue, just go,” Kirishima pushes Bakugou again. “I’d hate it if my roommate and friend can’t get along together over something that happened as dumb young kids. You’re adults now, solve it like adults!”

With a growl, Bakugou relents and stomps out of the restaurant so quickly that he forgets to grab his coat. Damn that Kirishima for being right! But he doesn’t even know where Midoriya is heading, so how is he supposed to find him?! That argument dies when he sees the man standing at the bus stop. Bakugou looks up at the sky for a moment. Is fate just aligning tonight to force his hand? Kirishima didn’t even ask the reason why they haven’t been in contact before making him chase after Midoriya. Doesn’t know how badly he’d hurt his childhood friend, bullied him for three years and how he couldn’t blame the man for leaving and going to a high school in a whole ‘nother city to get away from him. If he’d wanted to make amends, he would’ve looked for Midoriya back then, but he felt like he didn’t have a right to, didn’t deserve to ask for forgiveness, especially when he still didn’t understand at the time why he’d been such a dick. Now he does, or at least he’s accepted the reason and he hoped to lock that away for the rest of his life rather than admit it.

“Fuck…” Bakugou growls under the heated breath of mist. The cold starts to bite without his coat, but if he went back to retrieve it, Izuku might be gone when he returns. He crosses his arms and walks quickly towards the bus stop where Izuku stood unaware that he’s followed. “Izuku!” He calls out once he’s within just a few more steps. “Izuku, I need to talk to you.”

Midoriya whips around with wild eyes and takes a step back with his hands raised in front of him. “Go away Kaachan! I don’t wanna see you!”

Bakugou takes another tentative step forward. “Eijiro told me to chase after—”

The man’s body instantly stiffens in anger, hackles raised like a cat warning off an enemy. Oh, that really pisses Midoriya off. “If that’s the only reason!—”

His hands gesture wildly in exasperation, “Fuck, it’s… It’s not!” Bakugou snaps. He takes a step forward as he lowers his tone of cracking desperation. “I-I… he’s right! I need to apolo—”

Midoriya takes another step back. “Don’t, Kaachan!” He intensifies the stop gesture with both hands raised. “I don’t. Wanna. Hear it! Just leave me alone!”

“No!” Bakugou stomps forward a step. “I’m not leaving!”

“Why is it so important?!” Groaning, Midoriya throws up his hands in exasperation. “I don’t need your apology; I just want to continue to forget like I’ve done for the last four years!”

“Because…”

“Because what?!” Frustrated, Midoriya fixes a hardened glare straight into Bakugou’s eyes. “If it took Eijiro telling you to apologize, clearly you didn’t figure it out on your own! Do you really understand just how much you hurt me?!”

“I know it was wrong to bully you…”

“Pfft! Hahahaha,” Midoriya suddenly raises his gaze to the sky as he bursts into sarcastic laughter. “Is that why you think I felt hurt?” He turns his back to shun Bakugou as he starts walking away again. “You haven’t figured out anything. Goodbye, Kaachan.”

That reaction catches him completely by surprise and the shock keeps his feet planted while he processes the situation. He’s never seen Izuku like this, so sarcastic and punchy. As Bakugou watches the distance between them grow, he notices how much broader Midoriya’s back has become. No longer the skinny twerp, his old friend has filled out— looks good. Because of his childish stupidity, he lost the chance to watch him become a man, to grow into an even cuter version of the freckle-faced, curly green-haired boy that meant too much to him, and now as that back slowly fades into the wintry flurries, he’s about to squander this second chance. But maybe he should just let this go. If Midoriya is happy now and his presence is only causing him pain, perhaps he should leave… leave this university, this city, just go away as his consequence?

“Fuck that!” Bakugou growls beneath his breath. He musters up the courage he was missing all those years ago. “I fucking love you, okay?!” He screams at the top of his lungs. “I don't want to, but I fucking do— can’t help it! That’s why I was so dumb, that’s why I was an ass, but I was 12! I didn’t know shit at that age!”

Midoriya stops dead in his tracks but doesn’t turn around just yet. In a low tone he responds inquisitively yet with a snarky undercurrent. He knows Bakugou was never one to lie about something like this, so he knows there’s truth to his words but, “that sounds ridiculous. Why would you hurt the person you say you love?”

Bakugou’s body and voice deflates, it’s a fair question which hurts to admit. “Back then I didn’t understand what I felt was love. It just felt weird— made me feel awkward around you, so I drove you away instead.” He sighs, “when I finally figured it all out, it was too late. You’d moved away and I didn’t know where you went.” He snorts a depressing laugh. “Know how I figured it out? One of the girls in a class dropped a manga under their desk, so I picked it up and it was one of those boy’s love manga’s. I felt so stupid.”

“You could’ve asked my mom.” Midoriya’s voice softens to the teary tone of the man’s words. “She would’ve told you.”

“I didn’t think I deserved you. I still don’t think I deserve you.” Bakugou drops down into a squat with his head in his hands. “You’re such a cinnamon roll, everyone loves you, so smart, while I’m a dick who people steer clear of… I’m glad I got that out finally, it’s enough for me. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.”

“Kaachan…” Midoriya sighs and leans down in front of the man. “Have you figured out why I was so hurt when you pushed me away?” Bakugou shakes his head without looking up. “Sure, the bullying hurt, but it’s because I loved you so much, you are more than just a friend to me, and to have my crush treat me like a stranger, I couldn’t bear it.”

“Even more reason I don’t deserve you,” Bakugou mumbles.

Midoriya forces Bakugou’s chin up. “Do you still love me?”

“Yes.” He states matter of fact.

“Then I’ll decide what you deserve or not,” Midoriya smiles. “What was the chance of ending up at the same school, with the same classmate in common? Fate gave us a second chance, so shouldn’t we take it?”

Bakugou’s head is spinning, and heart is soaring. Never in a million years would he have seen this coming. Midoriya really is too good for him. “I swear I’ll never hurt you again.”

Midoriya smiles wide but narrows his eyes, “I know, but if you do,” he open-hand taps Bakugou’s cheek sternly, “I’ll make your life a living hell…”

#bakudeku #bakudeku fan fic #bnha #modern au #college au #angst with a happy ending

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overlyimmersed · 4 months

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Nobody Important

Maranwe keeps Helbram alive till he's healed with everyone else when Elizabeth’s unbridled power washes over the capital, but he collapses again when Hendrickson is defeated. Maranwe takes Helbram out of the capital and finds a tree hollow a nearby woods to hide in. Throughout the days spent staying in the tree hollow Maranwe goes out frequently, always saying she’s foraging for supplies. Which she does do. But she also goes around to spy on Harlequin, sometimes in a human disguise and sometimes in the form of a wolf. She still doesn’t know why the two boys had been fighting. She doesn’t want to have a charged conversation with Helbram while he’s so unwell, but she’s too mad at Harlequin to go over and talk to him either. Still she can’t help wanting to keep an eye on him.

"Hey, Ban? Who is that?" King whispers, leaning in the human's direction, but not taking his eyes off the woman sitting alone at the table nearest to the door.

Ban lifts his gaze from the food he's cooking to look for himself. Her skin is a bit darker than most, and her hair is medium length and platinum blond, she isn't wearing it any particular way though the way it falls around her eyes seems to hide her a little. The dress she's wearing is average, nothing particular about the cut or color. All-in-all she's a very unassuming looking girl.

"No idea." Ban says flatly, but his tone rises to a tease as he notices the woman glance in their direction then quickly away again, "Looks like she's got her eye on you, though~. Why don't you go say hi?" he roughly nudges the fairy with his elbow before returning to his work so it doesn't burn.

"What?! No way! You know there's only one girl for me!" King protests, but his outburst quickly fades as his gaze falls on the stranger again. As he watches, Elizabeth goes up to the woman and the two talk briefly, it seems like the stranger is declining to order for at least the third time since she's been in the tavern. King had noticed her slip into the building about two hours ago and take a seat at the nearest table, but she hasn't ordered a single thing or spoken to anyone save, the waitress. She just seems to be…people watching. "Still… There's something familiar about her…"

"Who's familiar?" a new voice breaks into the conversation, Meliodas had walked up while they were talking, a couple of mugs in his hands.

"That girl over there, the one sitting by herself." King nods in her direction, she seems to be looking deliberately not at them now.

Meliodas leans a little to look around King, "Hmm, she doesn't look familiar to me. Do you know her?"

"I don't think so, it's just this weird feeling I'm getting."

"Hey, Elizabeth?" Meliodas sets the mugs down and holds one hand out to stop the princess as she passes by the bar. "That woman sitting by herself, who is she?"

"Oh, well, I'm actually not sure. She won't give me her name, she just says she's "nobody important"."

"I see. What did she order?"

"Nothing. She says she doesn't have any money."

"Then what's she doin' in a bar?" Ban asks over his shoulder.

"I asked that earlier, she told me she's keeping an eye on someone but they're not on speaking terms."

"Keeping an eye on someone?" King asks, confused.

Meliodas puts a hand to his chin in thought, "Hm, spying on an ex maybe?"

"The only person I've seen her look at is King." Ban comments.

"But King says he doesn't know her." Meliodas argues.

For his part, King had stopped paying attention and gone back to watching the woman. She's clearly watching them from the corner of her eye. After a moment she simply turns her head to meet King's eyes. She holds the contact for a few seconds before dropping her gaze to the table an standing up and leaving the tavern, unnoticed by anyone else. King hesitates, not sure he even wants to know, but ultimately his curiosity wins and he sets down the plate he'd been drying before rushing out of the Boar Hat.

He throws the door open, intent on calling out to the strange woman, but the words catch in his throat as he's met with nothing. "Hey-! …She's gone?"

From the darkness of the tree line a pair of sapphire blue eyes watch the Fairy King burst out of the tavern's front door, and stand there in confusion. In a puff of smoke the blue turns dark brown as Maranwe drops her disguise and, after casting one more glance back at her former(?) friend, she flits off back towards the tree hollow where she left Helbram resting.

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alizeh-tu-badi-mushkil-hai · 1 year

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Dear Diary,

It has been a long time since I shared something with you. Despite being skilled in many languages and having an extensive vocabulary, I find it hard to express myself to anyone, including you. It’s intimidating, almost like sensing something but not being able to articulate it or being injured but not knowing the source of the ache.

Anyway, I want to talk to you about loneliness, which you may have encountered too. Google defines loneliness as "a negative emotional reaction to feeling alone." But in my opinion, it's the sense of having a void inside of you that you try to fill in any way you can but are unable to.

When my friend first described what loneliness meant to her, "I have a nice job. I have dependable, helpful friends. I'm covered by a roof. I want to realize a dream. I have everything I need..." she questioned herself, " But why do I still feel alone in the world? What do you think about it? I mean, how is it possible?"

"Sometimes I feel like I need a good escape. Something cozy and comforting, like my childhood blue blanket, my red bicycle, or the hot chocolate from that book cafe. In addition to feeling this way, when I sit with these emotions, I also experience a need for love. Love changes things. When I consider love, I picture myself waking up in the morning and feeling the need for a warm embrace, my chilly legs resting on their warm ones. I want to be surrounded by smiling, pleasant faces. I want breakfast to show how much they care about me. Everything that contains love, I need it. But when you've yearned for this love for 20 years, it can sometimes tear you apart."

"But what do you mean by loneliness breaking you apart?" I asked her.

"I have heard, felt, and seen my mother's loneliness," she remarked, "My mother's isolation in her home screams happiness disguised as suffering. I have observed her dining alone, waiting alone, sobbing alone, happy alone, and cooking alone in a crowded house. I believe that I may have felt lonely as a child before I ever fell in love. The fear of being alone, even in love, is brought on by loneliness. Because of how much you love them, you still experience loneliness, proving that love is insufficient to fill the void. I don't know how to measure what I mean when I say void. Perhaps, I am the only person in an empty world."

She continued, "You know what, when people ask me what I think about loneliness, I don't have words to express it, but there are some images in my mind. It made me feel better. An image of me riding the bus home from work would show me surrounded by kind strangers, the sun setting the way it does in movies, and listening to my favorite music, but despite the bus being packed with people, I would still feel lonely and empty. Have you ever seen a barren café with a table and two chairs next to a sizable window and some flowers on the table? There are two cups of tea on that table, and I'm seated on the opposite side. I don't know, I feel like everything is so lovely and peaceful everywhere, but the turmoil of needing someone to come with me and talk to me hurts. Even though there are numerous visually appealing things nearby, nobody wants to spend time with me. They say that loneliness is a scary emotion, but I feel that my fear of being alone has become ingrained in my body. I've been consumed by that feeling."

"That's terrible," my words found their way out, "But when did you start feeling like this?"

She reminisced, "I remember when I was a kid, nobody wanted to be with me but my toys. What kind of person would want to be with a voodoo doll? The pins of my sister's missing parents, my grandmother's longing for her deceased husband, and my mother's loneliness somehow found their way into a voodoo doll like me. Because of the pins all over my body, people who touched me often suffered injuries. Children play with toys, not voodoo dolls, I realized. I was lonely in so many ways that I don't feel it was my fault. It could be lonely out there. We are merely pretending to have someone to lean on, but perhaps we are actually passing away, dying while carrying the suffering and sorrow of the loved ones we never had."

"That's a lot..." My heart felt like it was getting squeezed. "Have you ever thought about how you might escape from this?"

"I tried making love with someone I didn't love," she admitted, "I tried making art. I gave writing a try. I gave drinking a try. I did everything I could, but the problem is that it never goes away. Perhaps, it has assimilated into who I am. Sometimes, wanting love for oneself is against the law. So, on my empty bed, I swaddle myself in a childhood blanket. I sob until the pillow is soaked in tears and then wait until it transforms into a vast ocean - to die feeling empty rather than to dive to find peace. If I pass away, my body will clatter because the sound of unheard yearning for love is made by empty corpses. When I pass away, I want it to be remembered as a day when loneliness was finally put to an end..."

After our entire conversation, it reminded me of a few lines Sylvia Plath had written about loneliness, "Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyways. It comes from a vague core of self-like disease of the blood, dispensed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagious."

#mental health #poetry #parenting #aesthetic #desiblr #loneliness

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