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v4mptsuki · 3 years

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tutoring (k. tsukishima x reader)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

tsukishima was always an observer. he liked to analyze people, understand them. it was almost a hobby of his. especially when the people around him were intriguing. such as the strange girl who was in almost all his classes. he knew she had to have been smart, considering she was taking the same classes as him, but it never seemed like she tried very hard.

she would walk into class just as the bell rang, take a seat near the back, and zone out all period. he barely ever saw her take notes. it drove tsukishima insane. how had she not dropped down classes yet? so naturally, he did a bit more observing. the next time the teacher passed out test grades, he subtly peeked at hers. infuriatingly enough, she had gotten a better grade than him. how in the world did she manage that when she barely paid attention?

his curiosity led tsukishima to observing her outside of class too. he would find her in the hallways, and at lunch, and walking into school during the mornings. she seemed to have a group of friends, but through his observations he deduced she was more of a tag-a-long to the group. he could see it in the way she would be rambling to the girl next to her at their lunch table, before being brushed off in favor of the others. honestly with friends like those she'd be better off sitting alone.

it was only a matter of time before tsukishima and her were paired up on a project.

it was science, and the teacher announced they'd be doing partner labs. a week long project that involved experiments outside of school, and a big poster board presentation at the end. tsukishima wasn't worried about it, until he was paired with her. there was no way tsukishima would stand for her leaving this project in his hands to complete.

he walked over to her desk when the teacher told them to get started, and sat down in the now empty seat next to her's. her eyes were trained on her phone as she scrolled through social media, and tsukishima was already envisioning asking the teacher for a new partner. it was like she didn't even notice him sit down. tsukishima cleared his throat, causing her eyes to glance up at him.

"yeah?" she asked, sounding quite bored.

"we're partners," tsukishima replied, his eyes still locked with hers.

she nodded and clicked her phone off before twisting a bit in her seat so she was facing him.

"i'm y/n, you're tsukishima right?"

so she knew who he was. tsukishima was a bit surprised, since he'd doubted she paid much attention to anyone in their classes. he nodded though, and she nodded back once.

that was the start of tsukishima and y/n's unlikely friendship. they worked everyday after school, usually late at night because of volleyball, but y/n never complained about having to wait up for him. even more surprising to tsukishima was her participation. she always seemed bored with the work, but she never suggested a bad idea, or gave a wrong calculation.

"is this work boring to you?" tsukishima asked one night as they sat in his room, both working on the calculations for different trials of their experiment.

y/n raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was asking a literal question. when tsukishima didn't add anything else, she just shrugged.

"i mean sure. school's always boring," she commented.

tsukishima pursed his lips, "but not challenging?"

she shook her head, "nope."

then, it began to make more sense. her wandering thoughts in class, and general disinterest in school. it was easy for her. tsukishima then also realized, that as much as he enjoyed observing her, he liked knowing her a lot better.

the day of their presentation, tsukishima could see their poster board wobbling in y/n's hold. that explained why she sat in the back of class. without saying anything, tsukishima took control of the presentation. he gave the general explanation of their experiment, and answered all the difficult questions the teacher asked. he let y/n read the data, and made sure to give her credit for the calculations she did, so she would get a good participation grade.

the teacher thanked them, and they both walked back to their seats together. tsukishima had started sitting with y/n near the back. she gave him a small smile once they were seated, and tsukishima felt a strange sense of pride in himself. he noticed her discomfort, and made it better. clearly y/n was pleased with him, since that was the first smile he'd gotten from her. it made him feel accomplished. that day after class, tsukishima waited with y/n as she packed up her things.

"thank you," she said quietly, her eyes pointed downwards as she piled notebooks into her bag.

"of course, i couldn't have you messing up the presentation with your nerves," tsukishima replied, obvious teasing in his tone.

y/n rolled her eyes, another hint of a smile on her face as she kept her gaze down. she swung her bag over her shoulder and looked up at tsukishima.

"still, i appreciated it."

tsukishima just nodded, not sure he would be able to keep his cool demeanor if he said anything else. he parted ways with y/n at the doorway, and headed off to volleyball. just as he was thinking about seeing her after practice, it hit him. the project was over. there was no need to see y/n after practice anymore, which sent a surprising amount of disappointment through his chest.

luckily for him though, practice revealed that hinata and kageyama needed tutoring, and who better to help him than y/n, the smartest girl he knew. he promised the team that hinata and kageyama would pass their exams, and that night he texted y/n to ask for her assistance.

tsukishima felt his face heat up at her last text. he quickly shut his phone off and placed it on his night stand, trying to push the overly analytical side of his mind down. he couldn't stop himself though, and he began to overthink. what did that smiley face mean? he fell asleep with his mind on her, and the next morning he woke up excited to see her again.

they had science together last period, so tsukishima, as always, waited for y/n to grab her stuff before she left.

"hey tsukki," y/n started as she collected her pens off her desk.

"yeah?"

"could i stay during your practice? i won't if i'll be in the way, but i just thought it might be easier for me to wait than to come back up to school afterwards. if it's alright though, i don't wanna overstep any-"

"it's fine y/n. i'm sure they'll like having an audience to show off for," tsukishima said, interrupting her nervous rambling.

the more tsukishima got to know y/n, the more he began to understand the reasons behind the behavior that intrigued him so much. she wasn't as detached from school as she looked; she actually seemed to be overly worried. tsukishima didn't understand that. why would it matter what people thought? he didn't say this to y/n though, since clearly it was a topic that bothered her. he didn't want to do anything to upset her; he liked her company too much.

"ok, thanks. i'll try not to distract your team too much," y/n teased as she pulled her bag onto her shoulder.

"not much you can do about that," tsukishima replied, before realizing what he'd just implied.

y/n's cheeks flushed, but thankfully she didn't comment on it. the two walked to the gym in comfortable silence as tsukishima's mind ran on overdrive. he couldn't believe he'd basically just admitted he thought she was pretty. it was true, but it seemed so embarrassing to admit. he didn't want y/n to get the wrong idea about their friendship.

tsukishima swung the gym doors open, and let y/n walk in before him. he followed right after her, and immediately regretted not giving her a bit of a warning when tanaka and noya spotted her. the boys rushed forward, their eyes wide with excitement.

"hi!" noya exclaimed, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing here?" tanaka asked, his voice too loud and excited to come off as creepy.

y/n looked like a deer caught in headlights though, and tsukishima mentally cursed himself for not taking her anxiety around people into account before bringing her here. he stepped up behind her, placing an arm over her shoulders protectively.

"give her some space idiots," he chided the other boys, whose eyes widened further as they looked up at tsukishima.

"tsukishima brought a girl?" tanaka asked, obvious shock in his voice.

tsukishima just rolled his eyes and led y/n over to the bleachers.

"don't mind them," he muttered, hoping to take away some of her nerves, "they're easily excited."

y/n laughed lightly, and tsukishima felt himself relax. she wasn't upset with him. y/n sat down and tsukishima stood by her as she pulled a book out of her bag. she started to read, but glanced back up at him before she got too far along.

"shouldn't you be doing warm ups or something?"

tsukishima shrugged, "i'm keeping the dogs at bay right now."

y/n peeked around him and saw almost all the boys in the gym watching her. her face flushed again and she ducked her head down.

"have these guys ever seen a girl before?" she muttered, making tsukishima let out a small laugh.

"apparently not," he replied.

then, tsukishima was called into practice, and the group's attention shifted to volleyball. every couple minutes, tsukishima would find himself looking over at y/n, just to see what she was doing. yamaguchi caught on quickly though, and pulled him aside during a water break.

"what's up with the girl tsukki?"

tsukishima choked on his water, and let out a quick cough to cover up his shock.

"nothing. she's gonna help me tutor hinata and kageyama."

yamaguchi grinned like he was in on some kind of secret.

"so, how do you know her?"

"she's in a few of my classes. we did a lab together. she's really smart," tsukishima answered, once again glancing over at her.

she was still reading, looking completely lost in her book.

"aw tsukki! you should see the way you look at her," yamaguchi gushed.

tsukishima gave his friend a cold stare, and yamaguchi stopped talking about her.

practice seemed to go on forever, and all tsukishima could think about the fact that y/n was watching him play. those thoughts ran even more rampant when he glanced over and saw her watching him. then, he found himself trying harder than normal. he didn't want to look weak in front of y/n. after a particularly well done receive, he looked up and met her eyes. she gave him a quick thumbs up, and tsukishima turned back to practice before his face could heat up.

by the time daichi wrapped up practice, it was dark outside. that never seemed to bother y/n though. hinata approached him as soon as they were released, a huge smile on his face.

"is it time for tutoring tsukishima? is that why you brought a pretty girl with you? is she going to help us too? or was she here just to watch you?"

questions came out of hinata in a rush, and tsukishima found himself fighting a blush off his cheeks.

"calm down dumbass," he snapped, "get changed out of your practice clothes, and then we'll start."

hinata nodded eagerly, and rushed into the locker room with kageyama on his tail. tsukishima followed after them, but not before looking over at y/n again. she was watching him intently, a soft look on her face. tsukishima ducked into the locker room before he could think of anything to say. he changed quickly, and found himself putting on his grey hoodie just because he liked how it looked on him. stupid y/n. he never thought about things like that before.

"bye tsukki," yamaguchi said with a wave as he began to exit the locker room.

some of the other boys filed out after him, and tsukishima took his time carefully gathering his school things after putting away his practice clothes. he heard some chatter coming from the main room, and almost immediately caught y/n's voice in the mix. he sighed again, and grabbed his bags to save her from whichever boy was talking her ear off.

tanaka, noya, and hinata were crowded around her while kageyama stood a distance away. tsukishima walked over, and caught some of their conversation.

"why do you like tsukishima?" hinata asked, his voice levels louder than y/n's.

"what?" y/n replied.

"he's so mean!" hinata exclaimed.

"and scary," noya added.

y/n furrowed her brows in confusion, "he's not scary at all."

hinata's eyebrows raised, "he doesn't scare you?"

then, he noticed tsukishima approaching, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"why are you nice to her and not us?"

tanaka and noya copied his pose, while y/n gave tsukishima a wide-eyed look that said, wow these guys have a lot of energy.

"maybe if you three were as smart as y/n i'd be nice to you too. speaking of which, don't we have tutoring to do?" tsukishima responded.

"ha! you've got it bad tsukishima, my man," tanaka exclaimed clapping him on the back.

then, he scrambled out of the gym before tsukishima could clap back over that remark. noya just wiggled his eyebrows at tsukishima before chasing after tanaka.

"have fun losers!" noya exclaimed over his shoulder as they left.

tsukishima rolled his eyes, and the study session began. kageyama joined them on the bleachers, and they started with math. y/n's favorite subject was math, so he let her take the lead. her eyes seemed to light up as she worked out the problems, explaining them with just enough patience that hinata and kageyama understood easily.

then, they moved on to the other subjects. whenever tsukishima started to get frustrated with hinata and kageyama, all it took was for y/n to make a comment, or laugh at their antics for all the frustration to leave tsukishima's mind. the boys seemed to notice it too, and while they were packing up, hinata just had to mention it.

"i see why you like tsukishima now y/n. he's nice around you!" hinata commented.

y/n shook her head, "you have the wrong idea hinata. but yeah, he's nice."

hinata looked between y/n and tsukishima with a raised brow.

"wait you two aren't dating?"

"hinata shut up!" kageyama hissed, swatting at him.

hinata moved out of his way and glared at kageyama.

"what? it's a genuine question."

y/n shook her head quickly as she shoved her books back into her bag. tsukishima could tell she was getting nervous with everyone's attention on her.

"stop being so nosey hinata," tsukishima snapped.

he walked over to stand by y/n, and he helped her climb down the bleachers to leave. she waved goodbye to hinata and kageyama before following tsukishima outside. the sun was completely set, and the only light came from the lamps lining the sidewalks around campus.

"sorry about them. they're all dimwits," tsukishima apologized once they were a fair distance away from the gym.

y/n shook her head, "it's alright. they seem very different from you though. how do you manage to play together?"

"they're good players. we make it work," he answered.

they walked in silence for a few more steps. then, they reached the exit of the school's grounds. both of them paused their walking, and y/n glanced up at tsukishima to find him looking down at her.

"well, thanks for letting me watch your practice. you're better than i would've guessed," y/n said with a teasing grin.

"i'd like to see you try to play, i bet that would shut you up," he teased back.

y/n laughed and adjusted the strap of her bag.

"so, it seemed like they got the concepts i taught."

tsukishima nodded, "you're a good teacher."

"thanks," y/n said, a proud look on her face.

"you could still come by tomorrow if you wanted to though," tsukishima offered, trying to keep his voice steady.

he was far too nervous over such a simple offer.

y/n's face lit up though, "really? to tutor them again?"

tsukishima nodded, "sure, if you want, or you could just watch practice. whatever you want."

"i'd like that tsukki," she replied, a bright smile on her face.

"alright then. let me walk you home; it's late," tsukishima offered, his nerves running too wild for him to just stand there looking at her any longer.

y/n nodded, accepting his offer, and reached out to loop her arm through his. tsukishima fought off another blush as they started the walk towards her house, and a thought settled into his mind that this was going to become a new routine for the pair of them.

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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heavy is the head that wears the crown (mob!arvin russell x fem! pastor’s daughter! reader)

genre: angst+fluff

summary: arvin had always heard the saying “heavy is the head that wears the crown” but never truly understood what it meant. not until now

words: 4.06k

warnings: since this is based off of a tdatt, family death, mentions of death, mentions of mobs, kissing, marriage, murder, smoking, suicide, cancer and i think that’s it. it’s also kinda melodramatic, and i haven’t watched tdalt in a while so a lot could be plot inaccurate also idk anything abt the mob or mafia so like dont k*ll me thx i just like joe pesci

a/n: first, i owe the amazing concept of mob!arv to @kelieah ! so go follow her for more mob!arvin goodness!! basically i’m obsessed w 90s mob movies and watched goodfellas and casino and few too many times lately and oops here we r! i tried to write this from the narrator in tdatt’s view, so if u wanna read it like that then cool! btw the pic w the dress is just an idea of the dress reader is wearing not what she looks like! ok enjoy i’ll stop rambling

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“So, Arvin. I was told you paint houses? That true?”

Arvin hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again. He wasn’t a painter, no, he killed people. For a price, that is.

But rather than saying no, the jab in his side from his uncle told him to answer otherwise.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

The Pastor nodded, taking a drag from his cigar, imported all the way from Cuba. He then placed what was left of the long stick in the crystal tray in front of him, the tapping of it on the reflective surface seeming almost deafening.

“Can all your family be traced down to one place, son?”

Arvin gulped, avoiding his eyes, darting his own around the heavily decorated room. Another jab to his side. He winced, meeting the older man’s eyes. He may not know much about the life he was about to enter, but he knew enough about what that meant.

“Yes, sir. They can be, minus my father and my mother. They’re gone.”

Not even a full beat of silence later, the Pastor spoke.

“How’d he die?”

Arvin was taken aback, though he knew that question was coming. His jaw clenched, as did his fist by his side. If the Pastor noticed, he didn’t speak on it, barely lifting his eyes from the document resting on his desk.

“Suicide, after the war.”

“And your mother?”

He took his lip in between his teeth, feeling the skin break, the tears well in his eyes for reasons he would excuse as the pain he was inflicting.

“Cancer. It happened when I was young, I didn’t barely even know her.”

The pastor looked up, slimming his eyes. This time he did notice the glimmering droplets, welling up in his chestnut colored eyes, threatening to fall. He appreciated the boy’s attempt to keep his emotions in check in front of his would be superior, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re allowed to cry, it was your mother.” His southern accent was thick like molasses, his words drawing out. Arvin still felt that it wasn’t acceptable, though, so he only sniffled and directed his chin further up towards the ceiling. He stood there for a while, nerves running through his every cell. It was electric, like white lighting making its way through his veins at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Right then.”

The pastor stood, walking towards Arvin and his uncle. His expensive loafers tapped along the cold floor as he went, the sound pestering to the ears of Arvin, taunting him. He reached a soft hand out, which the boy standing opposite to him gladly took. He observed how the Pastor’s hand was without scars, calluses. Anything that would point to evidence of him being a killer, doing his own dirty work (or “the Lord’s work” as he liked to put it).

“Welcome to the family, son.”

And as Arvin smiled widely and shook his hand with an iron grip, he began to wonder what his new life would entail doing the “Lord’s work”.

He thought he had a pretty good idea, but boy, was he wrong.

“So, how’d it go?”

It was later, and Arvin was sitting with one his most favorite people, Y/n. The pair were resting in an open field, the wildflowers around her just almost competing with the beauty she held. He bashfully looked to the dirt under his shoes, noticing how only inches away, her hands picked at the damp grass.

“Went well, I think. He told me I’m ‘part of the family now’.”

She smiled at him, and in that moment with her hair so widely astray, and wearing that pale blue dress he adored so much, Arvin’s heart felt a certain emotion he hadn’t necessarily felt for someone at this multitude before. He had felt it for Lenora, his mother, his aunt and uncle. But it was different, then. Because now as he sat with her by his side, his love for her was realized at its full potential.

She began to ramble on, congratulating him on becoming a member of her father’s so called “family”, telling him how proud she was. He couldn’t keep focused on the sweet words that were falling from her lips like honey, though, as he was too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts.

“Arv?” She asked, voice laced with slight concern, but mostly with curiosity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just thinking.”

She blushes, it’s the first time he’s called her that before. She tries to carry on conversation, though with her heart beating through that pretty dress of her’s, it was a bit difficult.

“About what?” She questioned, doing her very best not to pry too far, to be invasive in the very reserved Arvin’s mind.

Truthfully? He was promising himself that he would marry her one day, make her his wife. But telling her that he was only thinking “‘bout the future” would have to do. I mean, truthfully, he really was!

So he answered her, and she was content with said answer, abandoning the subject and returning to many praises for Arv. The standards for the “family” were high, and though she believed in him fiercely, she knew that at his core Arvin was the sweetest soul she’d ever met, and she was skeptical he could put that aside to do whatever the job would require.

“Arvin?”

He looked up, and she nearly lost her breath. It was Arvin’s sunkissed skin, tanned from working under the hot sun, the beams beating down on him. Or perhaps it was the freckles that lightly dusted his crooked nose, like a constellation from the cosmos above. Maybe even it was the mop that sat on his head, the color all the same of those sweet brown eyes of his. Whatever it was, she felt it could only mean one thing.

Y/n Y/l/n was confident she loved Arvin Russell.

“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused canine. Adorably endearing, she thought.

And though she had much to say, she was afraid that if he were the dog in question, then the puppy had got her tongue, so to say.

“Y/n/n?” The boy said, nudging her with his elbow, making a melodious giggle erupt from her chest. “What, cat got your tongue?” Arvin teased, and she only shook her head and smiled, as he had no idea how correct he really was.

“You could say that.”

The two shared laughs over the exchange, and at some point (neither of them are quite sure when, how, or who leaned in first), their lips connected in a short and sweet kiss. It seemed that it only lasted for a moment, and as soon as they pulled apart, Arvin and Y/n both were dying for more.

But they resisted, Arvin reaching out a cautious hand to entangle with hers. She bashfully grinned, as did he (though he did his best to resist).

“Y/n, I really like you.” He had said, his thumb running small circles upon her skin. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you like me too.” He laughed, nervous notes to the sound.

“And well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfr-”

And with a light groan, Y/n had wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing both of them to the ground. She connected their lips, the kiss so oddly blunt, an attack on his lips that he had no plan of fighting off. His hands found her hair, and her’s moved to the sides of his face, holding him so tightly, as if she was afraid he would let go.

“Yes.” She pulled away panting, her lips swollen, his flushed. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Arvin.”

They smiled as bright as the setting sun above them, and Arvin pulled her close as she buried her face in the warm crook of his neck. They stayed like that ‘till the sun went down and the stars came out of hiding, the cool summer breeze blowing around them. They both still felt it, then, the love they had only just began to realize was there. And they would continue to feel it for years to come.

Like when Arvin would get back from a job, sometimes with blood splattered on his crisp white shirts, his dirty work getting, well, dirty. She would slowly peel it from his body, taking care to make sure he wasn’t hurt. She would do her best to wash the crimson stains from the fabric, sighing if it was seeming to be of no use. Arvin would come up behind her where she was working at the sink, wrapping his strong arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Arv,” she would start, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, “damn thing won’t budge.” Arvin would just chuckle, reaching up a gentle hand, gentle only for her, to tuck the hair behind her ear, quietly speaking.

“Well I think it looks pretty good, darlin’. It’ll do just fine.” He would spin her around to face him, and pepper small kisses on her skin, smiling at her reaction. And if he was hurt, she would take care to use a warm washcloth, wiping the scarlet splatters from his creamy complexion.

The juxtaposition of the shades was always bewildering for her, oddly beautiful in a way. She never said so, though, only muttering praises of how proud she was, how strong he is, things like that. And Arvin would watch her, honey colored eyes following her as she moved about to fix him right up. No pain would have any real effect on him, not when she was there to reassure him, make him whole again.

As Arvin moved up in their small town world, in the “family”, he remained just as kind, just as gentle. Nothing really changed, no, only the lines on his forehead deepening and the crows feet becoming darker when he smiled; And Y/n’s role, as well. She stopped cleaning him up, stopped trying to rid his shirts of bloody reminders of his living. Arvin seemed to no longer be “painting walls’, but rather making sure jobs were done, everyone was staying in their places.

And things led to another, and all of a sudden Y/n and Arvin were moving into a big house, bigger than Arvin had ever even been in before. Deals and arrangements were made, settlements too.

One regular Tuesday, Arvin came home from what Y/n could tell had been a long, long, day. He was exhausted, but had this unmistakable look of excitement and joy plastered to his face. He had come in bursting through the door, not even taking off his hat or overcoat before making his way over to Y/n and kissing her silly.

“Well hello to you, too, Arv.” She laughed, amusement and curiosity both equally swirling around in her brain, wondering what could possibly have inspired this behavior.

“Things are happening, sweetheart, good, good things.” He took her hands in his, briefly shaking them before planting a kiss to them and walking away, a big smile on his face. And truth be told, not that she would admit it, it scared the Hell outta her. She wasn’t quite sure as to why, but something was itching at her brain, warning her that whatever was brewing wasn't a good thing. But nevertheless, she maintained her grin, painted lips never faltering.

The next day, when the “good things” were supposed to be happening, Arvin was seriously wondering why on God’s green Earth he had expected this to be easy.

“Come again, son?”

Arvin swallowed, shifting on his feet. He mentally scolded himself for ending up in this position again, standing in front of the Pastor’s desk, all kinds of confused. But it had to be this way, it was for the best, he knew. The sun shone through the window above the desk in front of him, right into his eyes, nearly blinding him. The Pastor didn’t really care, though.

“I’m asking for your blessing to ask Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir.”

The older man slowly nodded in understanding, taking a long drag from the expensive cigar between his fat fingers, the gold ring on his pinky also shining brightly under the harsh sun’s light.

“I just thought that after our arrangement-”

“Arvin, I don’t regret making you an heir, I don’t.” He stated, blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Hell, I can feel something big and bad coming, boy, you understand? I know God’s will is holding out on us, on this family. But it’s running thin.”

The young man clenched his jaw, internally cringing on what that might mean to the family, for the family, what it meant for Y/n. He bit his tongue, feeling the iron seep onto his taste buds.

“And I know those damn Teagardins are plotting, they’re plotting for our downfall. Making you next in line is something they won’t see coming, and I trust it’ll stay that way. But I don’t quite understand

“Well I love your daughter, I love her so much that it hurts. And if worst comes to worst…” he stopped, his bottom lip wavering for a moment, trying to carefully dance around the different outcomes of this conversation. “I feel I’ll be better able to protect her if we’re married, if she’s truly mine.” That part might have been a lie. Y/n has never been his, never would be. She was her own person, outside Arvin, outside the family. It was what he loved about her above all else.

The Pastor was quiet for a moment contemplating his response, calculating it.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes.” The answer came without thought, it was automatic for Arvin.

The Pastor smiled widely, lifting his arms.

“So, when’s the wedding, Arv?

Turns out, it was exactly a year, a month, and 6 days until Y/n and Arvin would tie the knot. Arvin had spent time, waiting to find the perfect moment to ask her the big question. He had decided on a night where the moon was bright and the sky was clear. They sat together in what they had donned “their” field, the greenery around them rustling in the wind. Though he was nervous, he had delivered a stunning speech that had taken poor Y/n’s heart by force. It ended up with both of them crying like babies and a shiny ring on Y/n’s finger.

The wedding itself had taken place on a beautiful summer’s day, and Y/n had worn a pretty white dress that had made Arvin almost faint when he saw her, standing there on her father’s arm. She was all decked out in the most expensive diamonds and pearls, courtesy of her father, making her shine like a crystal of sorts.

It was the best night of her life, Arv’s too. But the joy they had felt must have an inevitable end, as the worst night (Arvin’s too) was soon to follow.

It had been an ambush, the death of the Y/l/n family. The death toll had managed to wrack up every member immediate member of the esteemed mob family, including the Pastor, his wife, and their two sons. A bomb planted in the trunk of their Cadillac that had gone off, placed there by who knows.

When Arvin had heard, his immediate reaction was to thank God that Y/n had decided to stay with him that day, to go lay in the fields just the two of them. Immediately after she had been told, she had fallen into Arvin, her entire body weight being put into his arms. Sobs wracked through her frame, her tears dampening Arvin’s yellow button up.

Once she had “come to”, Y/n had grown to be furious rather than sad. As when you look at the lineage of her family, look at the ranks of the mob and who’s to rise to power when the one in front of them dies, well Arvin was right after Y/n’s big brother, Jamie.

And Y/n had loved her big brother, she had loved him very much and would like to believe that Arvin, her sweet, sweet Arvin, would never do anything of that multitude just to satiate his hunger and appetite for power. The hunger for power she wasn’t even aware he possessed. But how in the Hell was she even supposed to be sure?

“I want to believe you, Arv, I do. But I can’t! It don’t make any damn sense, Arvin!”

“You really think that low of me, Y/n/n?”

Y/n had been shouting, trying to confront him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But Arvin was calm as he spoke, his eyes only watering and his voice only bordering on wavering. Y/n reached a trembling hand to her scalp, pulling lightly on her roots. The tears slipping down her face were hot and salty and she hated it so much.

“What else am I supposed to think?” She lifted an arm, sniffling before putting her other one on her waist, the blue of her dress, the same dress Arvin adored so much, just barely matching what was to become of her mood. She was started to regress, the red hot anger from before transforming to a stormy blue of unsure waters.

“My whole family is dead, and it just so happened that you asked me to stay with you the day they died! My whole family is dead!” She screamed, her voice a crescendo of sorts. “And everyone is clean, Arv, except you. You got the motive, you got the alibi, I’ll give you that much.” She paused, briefly wiping her nose and looking to the blank wall to the left of her father’s office. “It’s funny;” she dryly chuckled, and Arvin looked up.

“You went from doing my daddy’s dirty work to gettin’ some poor bastard to do your own. Ironic isn’t it?”

Arvin stepped towards her, pain twisting his insides up to see his best girl afraid of him, cowering away from his touch.

“You still have me, Y/n. I’m your family.”

She looked to her feet and back to him, shaking her head.

“No, Arv. You’re not. And you will be sorry for what you did to him, to all of them. You will be.” She said, walking away with her heels clicking heavily on the wooden floors. Arvin stood still for a while, not quite sure where to go next. But it dawned on him as the stained glass shone down on his feet in the most poetic manner, that he was already there.

So he dragged his feet along with him, breaths ragged and short, his head slowly tilting up towards the glorious light. He only had to go a few feet, before he sat down in the old leather chair, the only emotions he felt being those of an imposter. He thought back to all the nervous conversations he’d had with the pastor while he was sitting in that chair, a trembling Arvin usually standing opposite, awaiting instruction.

He darted his eyes across the mahogany surface in front of him, looking at all the various things that he only could associate with Y/n’s father. His valued cigar box, the crystalline tray that rested next to it. (He swore he could still smell the fresh smoke, wafting from the little dish.) He opened it, the latch clinking before his hand reached in and his fingers clasped around one of the thick rolls of tobacco. Before he could light it, he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, and dropped it back into the box, slamming the lid.

He laid back, resting his weary head. Arvin took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, before falling into a not so peaceful slumber.

He was only woken minutes later, Joseph, Y/n’s uncle, wanting to know if Arvin had seen her lately. He shook his head, muttering an annoyed “No”. Joseph got the idea relatively quickly, exiting the room. He heard the chapel’s doors close, taking that as his queue to leave once he saw the time. So he grabbed his hat and his coat, leaving the office and making his way through the dimly lit space. His attention was caught, though, by the cross by the front pews, so beautifully shining. Arvin put down his things, and walked over to the pew, sitting down on the uncomfortable hardwood. He bowed his head, putting his interlocked fingers utop the surface in front of him.

He hadn’t done this in awhile, this whole praying thing. It seemed naive in his way of life, with the things that happened around him, the people lost. But nonetheless, if ever, now was a good time to try.

“Heavenly Father, I, I, uh, I need to talk to you. To, uh, set the record straight.” His hands were sweaty, tears welling in his eyes.

“Y/n, she’s- well she’s the love of my life, God, and I don’t think she loves me anymore. Hell, she wants me dead. But I don’t blame her, I couldn’t ever. Not after...” he paused, his bottom lip shaking, “Not if she thinks I killed her family. But I didn’t, Father, I didn’t and I could never. But she don’t see that. I need her to see that.” He raised his voice, the bitter droplets rolling down his reddened cheeks, hitting his shoes.

“I can’t live without her, I won’t. So I guess I’m askin’ you a favor, Lord. Just… let her know I didn’t do it, that I would never hurt her.” His voice cracked, his words barely audible, not that whoever was listening cared.

“That I love her so much.”

Arvin muttered something of an “Amen”, and then just sat there for he wasn’t sure how long. His silence was interrupted by a mellow and raw voice, cutting through the silence like the sharpest dagger.

“It was the Teagardin family. I just found out.”

Arvin stood and turned so fast he dizzied himself, having to hold onto the back of the pew for stability. His bottom lip quivered, his flushed features gaining a confused look.

“Y/n/n? How long you been there?” He questioned, not bothering to wipe his eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, fumbling with her hands.

“Long enough.”

There was a mutual understanding at her few words from the two of them, and an apology within them all the same. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose runny and her overall appearance disheveled. Despite that, just the fact that she was there, to him, made her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Arvin could tell she was holding herself back, her emotions, too, as she started to speak, barely able to get through a sentence as she rambled about how she shouldn’t have assumed things, and that it wasn’t right of her to accuse her beloved of something so dire. But none of it mattered to Arvin as he strode towards her, her words only ceasing when he finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Arv.” She sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life. That was all she said, repeating it over and over again with the exception of “I love you” also being reiterated.

Her husband spoke over her hushed tone, saying “It’s alright, doll, I know. You were right to think that, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” They continued that way for some time until they both regained their bearings, Arvin wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the front stairs of the chapel.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl.” He had said, so they did. Arvin kissed the side of her head, regarding once more how he loved her, before starting the ride home, his hand on her thigh the whole time, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

His mind was plagued with thoughts of the past, and he remembered an old saying he had heard long ago. What was it? Ah, you know what they say.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 13

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, drinking, dancing, singing, cursing, lots of plot and fluff and sad with some Smut as well. This has everything. Daddy kink, oral sex (m recieving), cum play, drunken confessions/rambling, Love, y’all.

“As” x Stevie Wonder

Word Count: 5.7 K

Plot: Lindy reacts to her gifts, gets another one from the group, and TURNS UP. They finally get back to NYC and deal with having to be apart (or not).

“Well, what do you think?” Daveed was looking at you expectantly.

“I…….”

You really didn’t know what to say. You were surprised, intrigued, curious, and a little frightened. Your mind was trying to take it all in.

Daveed’s heart dropped as he watched your face. He closed the photo app on his phone.

“It’s cool. It’s a lot to think about...” He could kick himself. He’d gotten carried away and ruined a perfect thing. He wished he could rewind time.

“I, I’ll meet you out at the bar. Go have some fun. We’ll talk later.”

He might as well begin getting wasted for when you ended it between you two. It had been a great day and a half. He turned around and headed for the door.

“Diggs, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Daveed stopped and turned around, bracing for it. He saw the flash your eyes.

“Look, Linden. I’m sorry. I took it too far. Forget I even showed you that picture.” He leaned on the wall and looked everywhere but at you.

Your heart twisted in your chest. Daveed really did love you. And he was wearing his anxiety all over him. It hurt your heart that he felt that way. It was on you to communicate now.

You approached him slowly and put your hands on his arms as he looked at the floor. You bent your knees to get a glimpse of his eyes and to force him to look at you.

Daveed smiled when he saw you peeking at him. Maybe you weren’t pissed at him.

“I’m so pissed at you,” you breathed.

Oh, well.

“How are you going to lecture me about running away all the time when that’s what you were about to do?”

Daveed opened and closed his mouth. Then he looked at you. You were right.

You slid into his arms and he looked down at you. So fucking beautiful.

“Thank you for my presents, Daveed. I’m not mad that you got them. But you’re right, it is a lot to think about.” You sighed and lay your head on his chest.

“This weekend has been amazing, and I’m happy you got carried away…It means….”

“It means I love you, Lindy.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I get it, you need time to think about… taking that step.”

Daveed realized that you were just nervous.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah.”

Daveed leaned down and kissed your lips. It was slow and sensual.

“Anything I can do to help with your thinking process?”

His lips were at your cheek, moving to your jaw, your earlobe and then your neck. You moaned as he found the spot he’d memorized so quickly, like a verse.

You moaned, heating up again as his hand smoothed your dress over your ass and his fingers reached for the hem. Again.

You felt yourself begin to tumble down the hill of your desire for Daveed, which you tried to snap yourself out of by clearing your throat, to which Daveed smiled at against the skin of your collarbone.

“We should really get back out there.”

You fully expected him to object, but instead he agreed.

“You’re right.” He planted another kiss on your spot. “The crew is working on a gift for you out there.” He nuzzled your neck and then kissed below your earlobe.

“What?” You were curious as to what they were up to. Daveed just stared at you. “W-what do you mean they're working on a present?”

Daveed chuckled and smiled at you, grabbing you by the hand. “I don't know. Let’s go see.”

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Craig happened to be passing by when you and Daveed came out of the bathroom. You were caught.

“OOOOOOOOOh. I’m gonna call Monalinda on your ass.” You were swole, and about to cuss Craig out and then instantly deflated.

“Oh shit.” You looked at him. “My mom.”

You dropped Daveed’s hand and dug in your purse for your phone, which you had basically ignored all weekend.

It was lit up with birthday messages, one from Mark, which you deleted, and plenty from other friends and acquaintances on social media.

You looked up at Daveed. “I’m have to call my mom. I’m going to step outside.”

“I’ll go with you.” Craig, your protector.

Daveed didn’t want to let you go, but he didn’t want to crowd you. You went downstairs and out of the door, Craig with you.

You scrolled for the call from your mom, and like clockwork, she’d called at 8:43 am, the time you were born. It was well over 12 hours since she’d called. You cringed and dialed her back.

She picked up immediately.

“Linden? Happy Birthday, Baby.”

“Hey Mama. Thank you. Sorry I missed your call.”

“That’s ok, baby. I figured you’d be busy having fun. Craig watching out for you?”

You laughed and looked over at Craig. “Hey Auntie Mona!” He yelled and all three of you laughed.

“Hey Craig! Take care of Linden for me.”

“Mama, I’m 30 years old now. I can watch out for myself.”

Now she was laughing at you. Sometimes it was like you were her twin, brash and independent.

“Ok, you’re right. Is that Daveed boy there with you? Craig told his father that you had a crush on him.”

“Oh, did he now?” You were gonna tap Craig in his jaw. You made a cutting motion against your throat to him. He just laughed at you and flipped you off.

“Yes, mom, he’s here,” you sighed.

Mona knew that tone. And she laughed at you again.

“Linden, just be open to love, Baby. You deserve it.”

You loved your mom so much, but It was when you were talking to her that you were reminded of Dell. That’s why you tried to avoid it. Because when you thought about Dell, you felt like you didn’t deserve anything.

You thought about how you should be on a three-way call with her and Dell, her wishing you both a happy birthday.

“Mama…. I’m sorry. I…”

“Linden. Stop it. Just stop it. It wasn’t your fault. You can’t live your life blaming yourself. He’d want you to move on. And he’d be so proud of you now. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you Mama.” You smiled through your tears.

“I love you too, Baby. Now get off the phone with me and go have some fun with that tall, fine man. And tell me all about him when you get back, maybe bring him to meet me if you realize you should snag him. Have a safe flight.”

You laughed at her read. “Ok, Mama. Goodbye.”

“Bye, Lindy.”

You took out your phone and scrolled through your pictures of Dell. You picked one and made your annual post for your birthdays. Craig moved toward you and took you in his arms.

“You okay, cousin?”

You looked up at him, and the tears came harder because he was crying too. He was the only one who missed Dell almost as much as you. Except your mom, who probably missed him more. You hugged Craig and let yourself cry.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine after I kick your ass for telling Uncle Lindron about Daveed. You know he and Mona talk every day.” You started to walk back into the club, where Daveed was watching for you to return.

“Lindy, this ain’t Jersey, and I’m not one of those little hoodrats you used to fight all the time. I’ll fuck you up, just like I did in the 7th grade.”

“Shut up, Craig!” you laughed and pushed him, lightening up a little, especially when you saw Daveed’s concerned look as he came for you.

“You okay?” You looked up at him and smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m good.”

Craig and Daveed led you to where Rafael, Anthony, and Jasmine were standing. Daveed planted you on the stool and looked you in the eyes.

“Stay here.”

“OK?” You looked around to see everyone smiling at you. Rafa winked as Daveed approached a mic stand. You got a feeling of dread in your stomach.

Oh no-

Daveed looked at you as the crew gathered around.

“Hey everybody. This is Lindy.” He held his hand out to you. “And it’s Lindy’s birthday today. And I bet she thinks we’re about to embarrass her and have you sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her.” He looked over to you. “But she’d be wrong.”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“We were wondering what to give the woman who has everything.”

You called out to him. “Are you included in ‘everything?’”

“You are correct, madam.” Daveed smirked in response. You shook your head as everyone laughed.

“But we decided to use what we have and that is talent. And we picked a song to perform that her cousin Craig said was a family favorite and is really really true for all of us, especially me.

We’re going to perform a song that lets you know that you got new family members for life.”

Rafa cued the DJ to start the track. As you heard the opening cords, you brought your hands to your mouth, emotional.

Jasmine was first up.

As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving/ And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May/ just as hate knows loves the cure/ You can rest your mind assured/ That I'll be loving you always/ As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow/ But in passing will grow older every day/ Just as all is born is new/ Do know what I say is true/That I'll be loving you always

Jasmine came over and gave you a hug as she sung the last line.

Everyone started dancing this choreographed routine of 70’s dance moves, the hustle, the hand jive, and the bump during the refrain as they sang. Even Craig joined in the chorus.

Anthony sang next.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing./ Her acceptance is the way we pay Did you know that life has given love a guarantee/ To last through forever and another day/ Just as time knew to move on since the beginning/ And the seasons know exactly when to change/ Just as kindness knows no shame/ Know through all your joy and pain/ That I'll be loving you always

Ant handed Rafael the mic next.

As today I know I'm living but tomorrow/ Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear/ For I'll know deep in my mind/ The love of me I've left behind/ Cause I'll be loving you always

More dancing, and you had to get up out of your seat.

Daveed had the bridge:

We all know sometimes life's hates and troubles/ Can make you wish you were born in another time and space/ …...And maybe our children's grandchildren/ And their great-great grandchildren will tell/ I'll be loving you

Everyone in the club joined in the chorus by the end, including you. It went on and on and was the best time you’d had on your birthday in a long time.

You ended up in Daveed’s arms with everyone dancing around you. It was big love and it was perfect.

You danced and drank shots until you were exhausted and wasted. You and everybody sang all the way back to the beach house, and Daveed had to practically carry you in when you arrived.

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“THAT WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY OF ALLL TIMEEEEEE!” You looked around the great room of the beach house and saw everyone staring at you.

“YOU’RE SO LOUD! BE QUIET! SHHHHHHH!”

“That’s you. You’re yelling Lindy.” Daveed was cracking up at you.

Jasmine and Anthony laughed at you on the way to the master suite.

“G’night mom and dad!” You waved at them as they retired for the night.

“Are you going to flog me, General?”

You heard Jasmine say, “Oh my god, she’s wasted,” as she and Anthony went in their room. Anthony replied. “Oh, fo sho.”

Daveed chuckled and shook his head as he led you into your room.

“General, hunh? No, I’m not going to flog you. I’m gonna put your ass to bed.”

You sat down on the bed and looked up at him adoringly.

“You know, I went with ‘he who must not be named’ to see Hamilton in 2015. When I saw you in that uniformmmmmmmmmm….”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, remembering. ”I had a flash of a thought to run up on stage and suck your soul out.”

Daveed smiled his shy smile again, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I’m fangirling right now. But sign my tits.” You tried to pull the collar of your dress down, and when it wouldn’t stretch, you started fighting with it, trying to get it off.

“Easy, easy.” Daveed was highly amused. He helped you to stand up so you could get out of your clothes.

He looked down and stroked your cleavage. “I already marked them up good. And when those fade I’m coming back for more.”

He leaned down and kissed the tops of each breast and then stopped himself to help you out of the dress. Now was not the time to start something.

“Oh shit, Daveed.” You squirmed. “You got me wet. Damn, boy. You keep me wet.”

You started singing WAP as you twerked in front of him. Daveed was enjoying seeing the carefree side of you. You could be so free and he was glad that tonight got you there.

You flopped back down on the bed. “Damn, I would let you fuck me in that uniform tho. A dream. And that sword? The hilt of that mutha fucking sword. Fuck. Do you still have it? I mean...”

You opened your legs and ran your hands up your thighs.

Daveed grabbed them and pulled you back up so that he could slip your dress off. You were out of your mind, but you still got him there.

He’d have to see what he could do about that costume when you were sober. He wanted to fulfill your every fantasy, and he hoped that you would let him.

When you came out from under your dress you looked about to cry. He frowned a bit.

“What happened?” When you looked up at him with your drunk, teary eyes, he remembered. Tequila.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so fucking sweet. And nerdy, and cute, and so fucking talented. I mean you’re such a great actor, and writer, and rapper, and you can rap so fast, I mean damn that tongue.”

You opened your eyes wide. “Is that why you’re so good at head?” You covered your mouth at the realization and started crying harder. “I don’t deserve you!” Daveed helped you as you cried, and he tried to get you in the bed.

“Yes, you do Lindy. We all deserve love. Now calm down. It’s ok. We can talk about it in the morning.”

You stopped and stood still, adamant, naked for Daveed to take in and save for later. “You wanna know a secret?” You looked around the room to see if anyone was listening, even though you were alone with Daveed. “I forgot what I was talking about.”

Daveed laughed and went into the bathroom to get one of your makeup wipes. When he handed it to you is when you started crying again.

“No one ever wanted me to take off my makeup before...no one cared about my skin… and no one sang to me in Puerto Rico...”

You were still crying as you wiped the tears and makeup away. “Tell me why you love me in the morning.”

“I will. Lay down and I’ll get you some water.” Daveed got you under the covers and tucked you in.

“It’s gonna be hard when we get back to New York, cause I’m a bitch in New York. In Isabella I’m a queen…”

“Yes you are. You’re MY queen. Anywhere you go. You’re not gonna get rid of me in New York. Now try to center yourself and calm down okay?” You smiled weakly up at him and nodded, holding your arms out to him.

Daveed hugged you, kissed your forehead and then went to the kitchen to get some bottles of water. Rafa was in there, eating cereal and on his phone.

“Ya girl is wasted.”

“Yeah, she’s gone, man gone.” Daveed smiled. “Thanks for tonight, man. The arrangement was tight.”

“No problem at all. We all really love Lindy. She’s special, man.”

Daveed smiled as he gathered about four bottles of water and set them on the counter. He had a faraway look. Rafa could read him like a book.

“Oh shit, Diggs.”

Daveed looked at him.

“Yeah, this is it.” He’d made a decision.

“Happy for you, man.”

Daveed gave Rafa a smile and elbow dap as he went back to your room.

You were singing “As” and smiling when he returned. “I’m tore up. Sorry.”

Daveed blinded you with his smile. “No worries, Baby Girl. Here, drink this. It will go better when you wake up if you do.”

You returned his smile and drank the entire bottle of water. It helped clear your head a bit and the exhaustion got to you. Your eyes were drawn to him like a magnet as he headed toward the shower and took off his shirt. Damn, why did his back get you hot?

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”

Daveed smiled back at you. “Get some rest Lindy. I know we’re leaving Isabela tomorrow, but we have time to spend together beyond that. I’m not going anywhere, Baby Girl.”

You smiled and nodded, hazily realizing something and resolving to stay up before you knocked out into a deep sleep.

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Daveed had stayed up a little while longer than you and wrote some things, editing a verse for a track that he and Rafael were producing and also adding to his Linden notes. Then, he took you into his arms and fell asleep.

He wondered how he would do it without you in New York, or how he would go back to the West Coast without you. He was thinking about the same things you were, but he was more confident that you two would find a way.

The Monday morning sun greeted him and he rolled over to see that it was 10 am. The flight back to New York left at 3 pm. Just a couple of hours before everyone needed to head to the airport.

You were still knocked out, snoring a little, but so adorably. He kissed your forehead and got out of bed with a bottle of water, padding to his room.

He marveled at the fact that he’d spent very little time there this weekend. It was basically a glorified closet and he was glad for it.

He was grateful to Jasmine and Anthony who offered to plan this weekend for you. They knew that you and he together on a tropical island would do the trick.

He shook his head that it actually worked as he put on his running shoes and shorts and packing up a little before he went running.

Daveed sent you a text before he got started, then headed west on the beach and did a lot of thinking, planning how to soothe the fears that you’d expressed last night.

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You woke up 20 minutes after Daveed left with only a slight headache and fuzzy memories of the night before. You instantly missed Daveed and grabbed your phone.

Good morning my Queen. Going running. Be back soon. Love you.

You smiled like a schoolgirl at your phone, and your heart immediately lifted. You lay back on your pillow and thought of how lucky you were.

Then, memories of your drunken ramblings came back and you buried your head under your pillow.

You hopped in the shower and tried to forget what you’d said, hoping that Daveed did too. It was the first time in a minute you gotten to shower alone, so you took your time.

When you came out in your towel, your hair wet and conditioned, you met Daveed who was trying to sneak back in and see you wake up.

Seeing you all wet and sexy in just a towel did something to Daveed. You were surprised, your mouth in that sexy o shape, just like in the fitting room of H & M.

“Hey.” Daveed smiled at you.

“Hey yourself.”

You smiled back and shifted your weight as water droplets tumbled down your shoulders into the valley between your breasts. Daveed couldn’t help but stare. “How was your run?”

“Damn.” Daveed realized too late that you had asked him a question. “I mean…” he chuckled. “It was good.” He noticed you eying him and realized that he was all sweaty.

‘Damn’ is right you thought, the sweat was running down Daveed’s torso like the water from your shower. He smelled like his cologne mixed with the sea air and more musk. You needed that. Right now.

“I’m all sweaty, can I borrow your shower?”

You walked nearer to him, stopping behind him him in front of the bed. “No.”

Daveed turned his head to question you. “No? You mean I can’t borrow your shower? You want me to go back to my…”

“No.” You traced your finger in the sweat on his lat muscle and then put it in your mouth.

“I don’t want you to use my shower, and I don’t want you to go back to yours. At least not right now.”

Daveed turned around and faced you and when he did, you dropped your towel on the bed. His eyes went where you wanted them to.

“I want to lick the sweat off your abs, your dick and your balls before you do that.”

“Holy shit, Lindy.” Daveed groaned, grabbed you by the throat and pulled you in for a kiss. “You’re so fucking nasty.” He kissed you as his cock swelled. “I love it. I love you.”

You sat on the bed and pulled him toward you, getting started on your mission. You put your tongue in the happy trail of black hair below his navel, flat and wide, and licked a long stripe up and around his belly button.

The tangy essence of his perspiration contained some kind of aphrodisiac, because you went crazy and would have licked him clean if he hadn’t stopped you to take off his running shorts and shoes.

You watched his dick, thick from desire, spring free and slap his stomach. You immediately grabbed for it and Daveed stepped out of your reach. You looked up at him, and he returned your gaze.

Unspoken communication flowed that this was going to be as equals. You grabbed for it again and he stepped closer, allowing you to palm him as you licked and sucked his sack.

He leaned his head back in ecstasy as you took care of the boys and jacked him off. Then he looked down at you and you kept eye contact as you licked the tip of his dick, circled it with your tongue and then opened your mouth and deep throated it like a champ.

“Fuuuuuuucckkkkk, Lindy.” Daveed reached for your breasts and squeezed them, pinching and rolling your nipples. You arched your back, and your ass looked amazing on the bed. Daveed needed to hit that.

He pulsed at the thought of breaking your back and realized that he was buried deep in your throat at the moment. His eyes came back to yours, which were watering with the effort to breathe around him.

He didn’t hold you there, but you kept your nose nestled in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. Damn. He wanted to be both places at once.

He brought his hand up to your wet hair, gently massaging your scalp as you did what you wanted with him. He had the irrational desire to tattoo your name on it, because nothing would ever compare to you.

You came off of him, sputtering and gasping for breath, a proud smile on your face. Daveed smiled down at you and wiped your mouth with his hand as you smiled back up at him. He leaned down and gave you a filthy kiss.

“I want you to pound me from behind.” Your voice was a sexy whisper, making tingles go up his spine.

“Just what I was thinking. We’re made for each other, Lindy.” He kissed you again.

You quickly pulled away and got on the bed on all fours, ass presented to Daveed. He just stood there admiring you as he stroked himself for a minute.

He was trying to meditate, pray, something, because what you’d already done to him and just looking at you was going to make him bust.

You looked back at him, and bit your lip, watching him. Then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, licked your fingers, and brought it down to start steady, tight circles on your clit, arching your back and giving him a good view of exactly what was happening.

“Shit.”

Daveed grabbed your hip and lined up with your cunt, feeling with his tip that you were fluttering around nothing but that. He whined in the back of this throat as he made himself sink into you slowly, your pussy grabbing him with each millimeter. He bottomed out. You were stretched out wonderfully.

“You good? How’s that feel?”

You could only whine. “So good. So, so, so good Daveed. Please.” You were begging, his dick was pulsing. “Please, please, please Daddy.”

Daveed groaned again. “Fuck, yeah. You want it?”

“Yeah!”

He started moving. He thought he was going to pass out it felt so good.

“This shit feels so good, Linden. You need it?”

“Fuck, yeah, Daddy. Oh!” Your arms had collapsed, and your cheek was getting pounded into the mattress as Daveed pistoned into you harder and harder. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

You were so fucking sweet that Daveed was about to paint your insides with his children. But he stopped, causing both of you to curse and pant into the silence.

The throbbing of his dick and the clenching of your pussy pushed him over the edge, making him lose control and start pumping again.

You knew he was trying to hold out and the thought that he couldn’t triggered your orgasm and you came, tears coursing out of your shut eyes as you moaned.

Daveed felt you cum with relief, because he was able to make sure you got yours; watching you cum was magnificent. But now it was his turn

“Where do you want it Linden?”

“On my ass Daddy.” You smiled back at him with glazed over eyes, still lost in sex land.

“Fuck!” He pulled out and fisted his cock, spurting all over your beautiful cheeks as he reached around for your sensitive clit.

He relentlessly held you fast with his arm as you tried to run from the second orgasm that was triggered by his fingers and the feel of his cum dripping down your folds.

“Shit, Daveed!” He chuckled evilly as you came apart again, leaning down to put his drenched fingers in your mouth. You made eye contact with him as you sucked his cum off them, and he was almost hard again. Damn.

He collapsed on his back and watched as you lay on your stomach and closed your eyes.

“Looks like we both need a shower now…”

You opened your eyes, and his heart clenched. You were so pretty. So purely Linden.

“Damn, I Love you girl.”

“I love you too, Daveed.” You bit your lip at the emotion. “We probably need to shower separately because….. we'll miss our flight.” He knew what you meant.

Daveed frowned. “You’re not wrong, but we can save time and water if we shower together. I promise I won’t try anything but get squeaky clean.” He was not trying to have this togetherness end so soon.

You couldn’t help but smile. You were doomed. You sighed, gave him a peck and made your way to the shower, him hot on your heels.

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You boarded the flight back to NYC the same way you boarded the 3 and a half hour flight to PR, with you and Daveed running to the gate to board just in time.

You settled into first class, this time eagerly snuggling up to him in the blanket from jump. You were whispering and giggling together. Daveed looked at you and knew what you were thinking.

“Before you say it, let’s wait and join the mile-high club for when we’re not with our friends.” You peeked through the divide in your seats to find Craig and Rafael behind you. Craig stuck his tongue out at you.

“Yeah, you right. I don’t wanna hear it from this crew.”

You cuddled happily, on your phones and taking selfies, posting them separately to IG. Even though you didn’t post the pics of you two together, the fact that Rafael photobombed both of the ones you posted gave the connection away.

When you deboarded at JFK about 8 o’clock, you and Daveed brought up the rear of the group, not walking slowly, not wanting the weekend to end. By the time you got to baggage claim, Rafa and Jas and Ant were walking out to the cars that were waiting for them.

“See you later guys! Thank you again for everything.” You hugged the Martinez coupled as they went back to Brooklyn.

“Catch you tomorrow Cash.” Daveed gave Rafael dap and you gave him a hug as he departed.

Craig was at the baggage carousel, just waiting to order the uber for you and he to go back to his place. You were very quiet, lost in your thoughts.

“.....Rafa and I have a late lunch meeting at 1 tomorrow and then rehearsals start Wednesday through Friday at the new venue. Then we have the weekend off and shows start up again next Tuesday. What does your week look like Lindy?” Daveed wasn’t going to let you slip away from him, physically or mentally.

“Well, I have this Bar exam study session tomorrow afternoon, and I really need to cram for the exam next month. And… oh shit, I have this event for the law firm I’m clerking at in the fall on Saturday. It’s sort of like an introductory mandatory thing. Black tie.”

Daveed looked at you. “So, I guess you already have a date for that.”

You snapped out of your funk and caught the tone. “Yeah, I do.” You fought a smile and Craig started shaking his head as he looked at his phone.

“Oh.” Daveed rocked on his heels and watched for his bag on the carousel.

You tapped his arm and smiled at him, nodding your head toward your cousin. “It’s him.”

Daveed made eye contact with Craig who laughed at him.

“Sounds dope.” He was very relieved.

“Well, about that Lindy…..” Craig had some news. “Brian is coming to visit next weekend. Imma fly my baby out!” He took in your shocked face. “What?”

“Nothing. You grown. And you’re ditching me. That’s always cool.”

Craig shrugged. “What you won’t do for love.”

Daveed agreed. “So it sounds like you need a date.”

You turned back towards him, a smile on your lips.

“Yeah, sounds like it. You think Rafael is free?”

Daveed bent his head and shook it. “What time do I need to pick you up, Linden.”

You perked up at the dom voice, and replied immediately. “8 pm.”

“Done.”

“Perfect, and pack a bag, you can stay with Daveed so Brian and I can have the place to ourselves.”

“What makes you think that I want to stay with him, or if he even wants that? You can’t just…”

Daveed interrupted you. “You’re welcome anytime, Baby Girl.”

You shivered. “Okay…” you almost said, ‘Daddy,’ but you didn’t. Not in front of Craig.

“It’s settled then.” Craig grabbed his bag and you reached for yours, but Daveed grabbed it before you could take it.

You walked out to where you and Craig’s uber waited and the car the Daveed had ordered waited. Daveed loaded your suitcase after Craig put his in the trunk and got in, giving you two some privacy.

“Text me when you get home. I’ll call you later, maybe facetime.” Daveed felt something crazy in his chest at the thought of leaving you.

You nodded and tried to smile up at him, tears pricking your eyes. “I will. I might text you in the uber?” You didn’t want to be away from him yet.

“Yeah, yeah. Do that. I’ll see you in four days.”

“Just four.” You searched his eyes. “Ugh! I love you Daveed.”

“I love you too, Lindy.” You reached up for a kiss and he picked you up to meet him. He put you down and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You waved as he walked toward the black SUV. You opened the door and then you saw him look back at you, eyes in full puppy dog mode.

You got in the uber, and Daveed got his bag situated and entered the back of the car. He looked back and saw your uber pull out, his driver waiting for it to pass. Then, he heard a knock on the other window.

The window rolled down and Daveed peered out at you, smiling.

“Did you mean it when you said I was welcome anytime?” Your smile was irresistible.

“Get that ass in this car, Baby Girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Will Lindy and Daveed ever be able to be apart? Is this a healthy relationship or are they going to fast? Let me know. Please like, comment, and reblog!

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realcube · 3 years

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characters with a fem! s/o who’s voice is on the deeper side 🎶

characters: akaashi, tendou, kenma (hq), mikoshiba (mgn-k), and hikaru (ohshc)

tw// swearing

thanks for this cute request, anon! 💕

keiji akaashi

♡ adorable! he can’t get enough of hearing you talk

♡ and if you sing, he’ll definitely ask you to sing some of his favourite songs (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ or if you walk into a room while he is reading - and you don’t look preoccupied - he’ll ask you to read the book to his bc of his terrible ‘eye strain’

♡ but you both know that he just wants to hear your voice lol ^^

♡ and don’t you dare try be insecure about it (or about anything) bc he will write you a 10 page essay on why you are the most perfect person ever <33

♡ he is 100% the sorta guy to give you the ✨eyes✨

♡ like yk the look were you just gaze at someone, eyes filled with nothing but pure love and adoration for you

♡ for a change i don’t have an emoticon to describe it but it’s kind like a mix of this one😌 and this one ◉_◉

satori tendō

♡ SDFRTYUI HE LOVES YOU VOICE 😍 ESPECIALLY YOUR LAUGH!!

♡ don’t even get him started on your laugh

♡ like akaashi, if tendō knew how to read he’d write a whole 10 page essay on why your laugh is heavenly

♡ he probably has a cult dedicated to you- actually maybe not-

♡ anyway, he goes the extra mile to make you laugh just so he can see your smile and hear your divine voice

♡ and even if y’all don’t have the same sense of humour, he’ll always insist in watching your favourite comedy shows - despite the fact he doesn’t find them funny - bc he loves seeing you happy that much 🥺

♡ oh and he tickles you (if you’re alright w/ it ofc)

♡ and he’s really good with his finger so expect to get a stitch from laughing within the first ten seconds

♡ he also thinks your morning voice is dead cute (❤ ω ❤)

♡ usually he wakes up after you but he forces himself to wake up when your alarms goes off so he can talk to you before you go to work/uni/college etc

kenma kuzome

♡ your voice relaxes him tbh 🥰

♡ so please ramble about anything to him while y’all are in bed - it helps him sleep :)

♡ ALSO SOMETIMES WHEN HE IS PLAYING A VIDEO GAMES WITH WRITTEN DIALOG (like an rpg) AND GETS YOU TO READ OUT THE LINES OF CERTAINS CHARACTERS

♡ it’s like using a script for a play but...better

♡ also, the more effort you put into your role as the assigned character, the more endeared he will be

♡ just anything to hear you speak lol

♡ oh and if you’re the sort of person to talk to yourself/sing/hum while doing a task, kenma will act as if he isn’t listening and he is very involved in his game but in reality he is just vibin, listening to you talking or lightly bobbing his head to the melody you produced

♡ sometimes he turns the volume of his game on full to see if you’ll hum along with the music

♡ ERTYUIO KK BUBBLEGUM HUM KK BUBBLEGUM IN FRONT OF HIM AND HE’LL LITERALLY GET DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND MARRY YOU ON THE STOP NO JOKE

(i tried to do something with the little character banner thing but smh it’s really not it :/)

mikoto mikoshiba

♡ he adores your voice and he is so defensive of it (along with every other aspect of you)

♡ like if kashima ever tries to compliment you on it , mikoshiba will LITERALLY TACKLE HER

♡ ‘STOP TALKING TO MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT! DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME?!’

♡ ‘chill, man! i just called her pretty--’

♡ ‘so you basically hit on her in front of my very eyes’

♡ on dates, sometimes he just zones out while he is admiring your beauty and you kinda just shuffle in your seat like ‘uh, are you okay, mikoshiba?’

♡ and as soon as he snaps out of his simping thoughts, he feels the need to explain what he was doing in a romantic fashion so he didn’t seem like a love-sick fool

♡ ‘i am so sorry, my love~ i simply lose myself in your grace and divine presence every so often. though, i could blame it on you for being so darn adorable all the time’

♡ he thinks it’s cool and suave in the moment but that same night when he is laying in bad, recalling on the date, he cringes so hard...

♡ but anyway, he also shows you off a lot to the girls that are falling for him left and right

♡ it doesn’t really anger them though- if anything it just makes them fall ahrder bc they see how well he treats you and they’re like ‘omg he’s such a gentleman eeee 😍😫’

(smh maybe i should just stick to my usual ones)

hikaru hitachiin

♡ gets shy ><

♡ sometimes he gest kaoru to compliment you on his behalf

♡ but that was before y’all were dating bc now he knows that you are able to tell them apart

♡ i mean, you were always able to tell them apart but now he knows that you know

♡ he also peppers you with all the love and affection in public like he really has no shame

♡ ok- anyway- back to the voice

♡ he loves your voice so much ofc <33

♡ he hides his addiction to hearing you talk behind tutoring

♡ but it really frustrates you bc you’ll spend hours going over his foreign language vocabulary with him and he’ll just be like ‘sorry- i zoned out thinking about you, baby - could you go over that again?’

♡ you blinked rapidly, ‘go over what part?’

♡ ‘all of it.’

♡ ‘for fucks sake, hikaru.’

♡ oh and off-topic again but he uses you as a model for his mother’s clothing

#akaashi x you #kenma x y/n #tendou x you #ohshc hikaru #mikoto mikoshiba #akaashi fluff #akaashi headcanons #akaashi keiji #kenma scenario #hikaru and kaoru #tendou x reader #tendou headcanon

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ambivalent-anarchy · 3 years

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Body |Peter's Turn

Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 -> here)

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: none (suspicions of cheating but no actual cheating lol just a lotta funny miscommunication)

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

A/N- Part 2 cuz I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this the second I got the ask. (Peter's turn)

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When Peter heard that you'd been nervous about showing him your video, he freaked.

He thought he'd done something wrong. That maybe he gave off weird vibes or that he'd said something before that made you think he wouldn't have liked it. Which definitely wasn't true. He liked everything you did.

Well, except that one time you got bangs. He didn't really like the bangs.

Anyway, Peter felt like he needed to show you that he was okay with it all. That he was down with anything you wanted to do or show him.

He looked in the mirror early that morning and decided.

Peter wanted to show what he had to offer.

He looked down at your TikTok "body" video on his phone. He could do something like that, right? He was completely clueless, but he could at least try his best.

He pulled out his phone and texted the one guy he knew could help him out.

PeterParkour🤟: i need u to teach me the lip bitey thingy

PrinceHarry👑: bro what

PrinceHarry👑: ???

PrinceHarry👑: what is that

PeterParkour🤟: like when u make yourself look all cool when u bite your lip

PrinceHarry👑: ...

PrinceHarry👑: oh

PrinceHarry👑: OH

PrinceHarry👑: 😂

PrinceHarry👑: lmao why do u wanna do that???

PeterParkour🤟: im trying to make a video for y/n

PrinceHarry👑: what kind of video 👀

PeterParkour🤟: NOT LIKE THAT

PeterParkour🤟: well actually

PeterParkour🤟: kinda like that

PrinceHarry👑: PETER WHATTTTT

PeterParkour🤟: ill explain later which penthouse are u at tonight?

PrinceHarry👑: the one closest to ur apartment

PeterParkour🤟: ok ill come over

Now, on your end, school was kicking your ass.

You weren't failing, but the amount of make-up work you had was so far through the roof that you might as well be. And the teachers were hellbent on making it the hardest they could.

To put it short, you needed a break.

And the second MJ heard your tired, irritated voice over the phone, she was on her way over with chips, dip, popcorn, and movies. If there was anything to calm you down, it'd be a nice movie.

MJ had gone to your kitchen to make the popcorn and you were laying on your bed finishing up some homework, when you got a phone call from Harry. "Hello?"

"I didn't know you and Pete were sending nudes."

You paused. "What?"

He carried on in a nonchalant tone. "I mean, I never took you guys as the types to do that, but damn, you two really surprised me. Dude's really over here asking for tips and everything-"

You sat up in your bed, alert and highly confused. "Okay," you said, taking a deep breath" ....what, again, the fuck?" Harry continued to ramble but one sharp scolding tone stopped him. "Harry, shut up."

He paused on the other side of the phone and then suddenly his voice came back, extremely hesitant. "...wait, was I not supposed to say anything? Did I just fuck up?" He sighed. "Oops.."

"No, Harry tell me what the hell you're-" BEEP. You looked down and saw that he hung up.

Just then, MJ opened the door, hands full with freshly popped popcorn. "Okay, ready to get the movie started?" She walked to the bed when she noticed that you were practically frozen in your spot. "Um, [Y/N]?"

You looked up with glossy eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. "Dude, what happened?"

You frantically shrugged a bit, and then let out a shrill laugh, half confused and half preparing for the worst. "Peter's- um... apparently... sending nudes to...me....Harry... someone?"

"What?"

Peter had finally made it to Harry's penthouse.

"So, nudes?," Harry chirped, very amused as he opened his door.

"What nudes?," Peter asked as he stepped into the living room. "What are you talking about?"

Harry paused. "Wait, what were you talking about?"

Peter only stared back in confusion, leaving Harry to pick through his own confusion fragments of information. He quizzically looked at him. "But-..the texts?"

"Oh!," Peter laughed, moving to sit on the couch. "No, I wanna make one of those thirst trap TikToks for [Y/N], that's all," he explained with a shrug and a bashful smile. "She made one for me, now I wanna repay the favor."

"Dude!," Harry hissed out. "You should've just said that!"

"Well, how about you just need to stop making assumptions," Peter said with a slight frown, not understanding why his friend was so wound up.

"Well, I had to since you kept being so vague!"

Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the refrigerator, if not to actually get something to drink, getting away from a crazed Harry for two seconds would be enough.

When he sat back down, Harry started to speak again. "So, what did you need me for?"

"Oh," Peter mumbled, shifting in his seat. "Well, you know how to do that sort of... stuff, right?"

"You mean looking like a fuckboy?," Harry snickered. "Yeah I'd say that's well within my reservoir."

Peter gave his typical bashful look. "So... teach me your fuckboy ways?"

Harry grinned. "Peter. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."

You held your phone in your handle, looking at Peter's contact number hesitantly.

"Just text him," MJ said with an eyeroll.

"But what if it's nothing?! I don't wanna be the crazy girlfriend!"

"But what if it's something?," MJ added. "Cuz if you put it off now, and it actually ends up being something, you'll be even more miserable than you would be if you just found out now."

You took a long breath and nodded. "Okay then I'll text him."

"But if it is nothing, you'll look pretty stupid jumping to conclusions like that."

You sighed. "So, no?"

"But then if it's something-" she continued, getting deeper underneath your skin with each word. "-you'll look even more stupid because you could've found out sooner and you didn't."

Finally quieting down from her rambling, MJ noticed you glaring at her. You sighed.

"So...do I or do I not text him?"

"Oh nah, dude. I mean, I wouldn't. After all, I'm not saying that I think it's something," she said with a shrug. "I'm just saying on the off-chance that it is, you'd be in bad shape."

"Okay can we please stop playing devil's advocate with my life?!"

"You know I love watching you squirm [Y/N]." "Anyway, I'm sure Peter's not cheating. The boys were probably just doing something dumb and Harry just explained horribly."

You bit your lip. "You sure?"

She shrugged. "Pretty sure."

"Okay, now lower the camera just a little," Harry instructed. "You gotta show the v-line, but still leave enough for imagination."

Peter dropped his arm and his posture and shot Harry an incredulous glare. "Harry, if you focused this much in school I wouldn't have to tutor you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just keep going."

This was the third picture taken and though it was out of his element, Peter strangely felt very confident with what he was doing. He never saw himself as ugly, but he certainly never saw himself as hot either. Not like Harry. But looking at himself now, with Harry's corny chain necklaces on and his hair scruffed up in a way he's not used to, he knew one thing for certain.

He looked good.

"Okay," Harry said. "Now the last one, actually needs to be some dumb picture someone took of you in your gallery."

Peter frowned. "Huh? But I'm on a roll here."

"Yeah but the whole point is that all of these pictures weren't supposed to be taken directly beforehand," he pointed out. "Since you're breaking that rule, you gotta throw in a cute dumb one to throw off your scent." He smirked. "Also, you gotta show the ladies and gents that you have a softer, funnier side."

Peter stared for a moment. "..why do you have this down to a science?"

"Says the science geek?," Harry retorted.

Peter spent the night at Harry's and they drove to school early in the morning. He was glad that it was Tuesday because your schedules made it so that you'd both have lunch together every other day.

"You sure she'll like it?," he asked Harry as they walked down the halls before lunch.

Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know, she asked me the exact same thing for you when she made her video?"

Peter nodded quietly, still feeling a bit down about you feeling bad about showing him that video. "Yeah, I know."

"Jesus," Harry laughed. "You insecure little dweebs are made for each other!"

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment..."

"As you should," Harry said with a shrug, as nonchalant as ever.

The two boys walked into the lunchroom and to the table they knew best. You and MJ were already there.

Peter could tell just by the look on your face that something was wrong. "Hey," he greeted cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

MJ glared at him and he looked to Harry, whose clueless face was not helping.

Finally, you looked up and sighed. "Pete, be honest. Are you cheating on me?"

What.

"What?!"

You examined the utter shock and terror in his face. It didn't look fake. He looked saddened and scared as he began to ramble. "No no! I would never! What even made you think-!"

His eyes caught yours as you looked over towards Harry sittting next to him. Peter turned toward Harry and then looked back to you in confusion. "Wait, you think I cheated on you with HARRY?"

MJ bursts out laughing next you. "Jesus..."

Harry scoffed. "Well don't sound so excited Peter, jeez."

You let out a small chuckle but kept your eyes on Peter. "It's just... Harry called me and...said something about nudes and-"

Peter's face grew even more contorted with bafflement. "Nudes?!"

Harry hit his forehead, finally understanding what was happening. "Ooooooooh, me and my big mouth..."

All eyes turned towards him. "What, Harry?"

He sighed. "This is all just a big mix-up." Harry nudged Peter. "Just show her the thing dude."

"What thing?," MJ asked.

Peter fished through his pockets. "Okay," he mumbled, a bit shaken up by what happened. He took his phone out and handed it to you. "Here."

You looked up and saw Peter looking down at you, waiting for your reaction.

"So, this is what you were doing yesterday?"

He nodded.

You blew out a long breath of relief. "You're not cheating."

"God no, babe, I'd never cheat on you," he cooed, stepping over towards your seat. "I know you were really nervous when you showed me yours, and so... I thought I should repay the favor."

He didn't even have time to breathe before you were on him, wasting no time in bringing your lips to his. He kissed you back, mildly aware of the people in the lunchroom around the two of you, but he still didn't care.

Peter pulled away with a smitten smile until he noticed blood on his lip. He wiped it away with his hand and frowned when he realized it was not his own.

You almost asked what was wrong when you noticed him looking at you strangely, but MJ beat you to the punch.

"Dude, you have a bloody nose!"

You gasped, picking up a napkin from the table.

Harry laughed. "Did you really just get a horny nosebleed?"

"Horny nosebleed?," MJ snickered.

"That's not a thing," you scoffed. "...is it?"

"It actually is," Peter corrected, blushing profusely and rubbing his neck. "Just glad to know you thought the video was hot."

"It was really hot," you gushed.

Peter grinned and pulled you close. "Aww babe."

MJ rolled her eyes. "Okay lovebirds, get a room."

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Lol I know this was pretty trash but I was just trying to get to sleep while I was finishing this

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tamcitrus · 3 years

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Love days.

pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x fem. reader

genre: fluff, romantic

words: 1.7 k

warnings: none

tam’s notes: a little late but finally my HQC collab piece is here! It’s been a while since I wrote for the last time so maybe this isn’t my best work but I like it! I think it’s cheesy and cute. And I love Kuroo so much. I’d marry him without hesitation.

You can find all the “Say You Love Me” collab pieces here!

You and Kuroo were the most popular pair of teacher assistants in all Tokyo University. Every young man and woman studying chemistry knew about this pair of handsome and -also- youngs T.A. that had this big organic chemistry class. The whole point people choose this class sometimes was to see them.

“You have to do this here,” Kuroo said as he took the pencil from the girl’s hand “and this one comes here.”

The girl was looking more at Kuroo’s face than to the clear and simple explanation he was giving for the exercise.

“Do you think you can do the next one alone?” you said and she was startled.

“Yes! Thank you,” she smiled at Kuroo and left to his seat.

“Kids these days have no shame, I see,” you whisper to him.

“She really didn’t get it,” Tetsuro said while he checked his phone. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“Tonight? It’s tuesday,” you said as you got up to check on another student that needed help.

Kuroo followed you with his eyes all the way. Maybe this is the reason there’s so many rumours about us, he thought. Still, he never stopped looking at you.

“Yeah and it’s Valentine’s day,” he said when you were back by his side.

“Oh...” you answered.

Of course you knew what day it was.

“I’m going to Bokuto’s house, we’re having dinner there if you want to come,” he smiled.

“Awesome, I’ll be there,” you smiled.

💐 🌷 🌹 💐 🌷 🌹

“Are you still waiting for a confession?” Bokuto crashed by your side on the floor and offered you his drink.

“What do you mean?” you said and he looked at you with a straight face. “Am I that obvious?”

“Well no, but he’s my best friend and I pay attention here and there…” he laughed.

Bokuto was the only person in Kuroo’s friend group that you could talk to as if you knew him your whole life.

“Sometimes if you want things done you have to do it yourself,” he added.

“You sound like my dad.”

He laughed out loud and you saw Kuroo turn around to look at you so you smiled at him. He smiled back and kept playing some weird game with Kenma and Akaashi.

“You look like you want to punch Bokuto,” Akaashi commented. “Why don’t you just…?”

“I already told him,” Kenma interrupted. “He swears it’s not like that.”

“I’m talking from personal experience,” Keiji insisted. “Just go and say that you love her. It makes zero sense for you to be jealous of Bokuto.”

“She might not know he’s dating you…” he tried to excuse himself.

But Akaashi was right. Bokuto was not interested in you so why did he feel the need to go and interrupt whatever conversation you two were having?

Maybe it was the fact that you were so far his only friend in university. What would he do if he ruined that? If suddenly he lost the only person that understood him and he could talk to? From the first year until now that you two almost graduated, you were always there. When he decided to join the volleyball team you started going to every game even when you were not interested in volleyball. And he did the same, he was there with every new thing you wanted to try. Makeup artist? He would sit and let you practice with him. Writer? He read every single thing you tried. Sports? He would make you train with him so you didn’t get bored. And then you found dance, you liked it and you were really good at it, he could watch you dance for hours.

“Hey, I’ll get going,” you said as you tapped his shoulder. “Bokuto will go with me to the bus stop.”

“No, I’ll take you home, it’s faster in the car,” he said as he grabbed his keys. “I’ll be right back, guys.”

“I don’t want to interrupt your night…”

“It’s ok, y/n,” he smiled. “Let’s go.”

“Thanks for taking me home,” you said as you stood out of the car by the driver window. “You didn’t have to.”

“I just wanted to make sure you made it home safe,” he smiled. “See you in class tomorrow?”

“Yes. Get some sleep because if you fall asleep I won't lend you my notes,” you joked. You bent down while he was laughing and kissed his cheek. “Good night!”

He was frozen for a second until you closed the door of your building. He drove back slowly. He couldn’t stop thinking of that little gesture the whole night.

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Kuroo: Hey I didn't see you in class today. you ok?

y/n: I think i caught some virus or some shit. not feeling well.

Kuroo: do you want me to take my notes to you?

y/n: i think i’ll be off the rest of the week, wanna come on saturday?

Kuroo: ok i’ll be there, if u need anything just text me

You took your cellphone to your chest after reading his message. Your face felt hot and you couldn’t tell if it was the fever attacking again or just Kuroo.

Sometimes if you want things done you have to do it yourself. You kept thinking about what Bokuto said. He also swore to you that Kuroo felt the same way you did but he was too stubborn to admit it.

Maybe this cold, virus or whatever had come at the right time. You needed a few days to think of what you felt and what you wanted to do. When you faced the fact that you couldn’t do a proper confession, you opted for leaving little bread crumbs and hoped that Kuroo found the way.

It started in a shy and simple way. On saturday when he went by to give you the notes for the week, you bought him chocolate. What’s better than chocolate to tell someone you have feelings for them?

“What's this for?” he smiled.

“Nothing special,” you lied. “Just wanted to thank you.”

“Thank you,” he repeated and giggled. “I could use some coffee to drink with this. We can share it.”

“Sure.”

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Next week, it was flowers.

“Do you know something about the meaning of flowers?” you asked.

“Out of nowhere?” Tetsuro said. You nodded and he took a minute to answer. “My grandma used to make flower arrangements, so I might remember something.”

“That’s cool.”

Two days later you gifted him tulips.

“What’s this?”

“I bought some plants and flowers for my apartment but I got too much, so…” you lied.

“What's the meaning of tulips?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed. Another lie. “You said you knew.”

Declaration of love. That was the meaning. And you hoped he would ask someone for it if he really didn’t know.

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Two weeks after the chocolate, it was dinner outside.

“Since we passed this class, why don’t we go out to celebrate? I’ll pay.”

“That sounds good,” he smiled at you. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Ok, I’ll choose a place and text you later,” you said as you walked to the only class you didn’t share. “See you tomorrow!”

“This is a nice place, y/n. Too nice I’d say,” Kuroo said as you waited for your food.

“We never go to too nice places,” you giggled. “It’s good for a change.”

“I’m not letting you pay for everything,” he said. He had his chin resting over his hand as he looked at you.

“Shush, I said I’ll pay. Next time you can invite me,” you offered.

“This looks like a date place,” he casually commented.

“Yes, it kinda does,” you agreed.

“You’re blushing,” he said with a smug smile.

“Shut up and eat.”

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Three weeks after the chocolate situation it was also white day. You’d been giving hints for almost a month and decided today was the final day. It was cliche but you didn't care. And at this point you just wanted to know if you really had a chance or not.

“Hey, did something happen? You never call me,” you heard Kuroo’s voice on the other end of the line.

“No, sorry! Don’t worry. I just wanted to know if you can meet me at the cafe we always go to near uni?”

“Like… right now?”

“Yes?”

“I’m walking there,” he said and hung up.

You waited for him at a table far away from the others, on a quiet corner. There was a flower bouquet on the table and two coffees.

“I already ordered,” you said when he arrived.

“You’re starting to worry me. You’re acting weird. Is everything ok?” he didn’t understand what was happening.

“This is for you,” you said and smiled.

Kuroo received the bouquet in silence. And then the biggest smile appeared on his face.

“Roses… do you know what these mean?”

“Do you?” you asked back.

“Love.”

“Oh, so you finally get the message,” you took a sip of your iced coffee before you kept talking. “I’ve been doing these little things for a month and you never said anything so I was getting really worried, you know? My mind never stops working, you know that. And I really wanted to know what you think because if you don’t feel the same that’s fine and if you-”

“I love you,” he interrupted your nervous rambling.

You blinked and tried to process what he said.

“I love you, y/n,” he repeated.

“I’ve been waiting to hear that since valentine’s day,” you laughed. “I love you too.”

“This is why you’ve been giving me all those gifts?”

“I thought you would get it sooner!”

“I did… but I thought it was a misunderstanding…”

“Oh my god, we’re supposed to be smart!” you felt shy all of a sudden.

“Love is not logic so I think we’re still smart, honey,” Kuroo smiled.

“So, do you want to date me? Like… officially, let’s be a couple,” you giggled. This wasn’t the most usual love confession but it still worked.

“Of course I want,” he answered.

“Awesome,” you said.

He took a rose out of the bouquet and walked to your side. He bent down to leave the flower on your lap and you looked at him without moving. You saw him licking his lips and then he kissed you. You smiled in the kiss and caressed his cheek with your hand. He took a step back when he heard some girls giggling as they walked to a table near you.

“We should go to put this on water when we finish our coffee,” he said looking at the flowers.

“Yeah, of course. Let’s go wherever you want,” you smiled.

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Come back to me (Dabi x Reader)

Summary: After an accident you are brought to the hospital by Keigo to see how Dabi was doing. Since he was hit by a wave that send him into a sleeping state Keigo thinks that using your quirk on him might be the only chance to save him.

Contains: little bit of angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 5,5 K

Enjoy!

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Living with a quirk was a dream for a lot of people since they were a child. The thought of becoming a hero and helping people was mesmerizing and a lot of quirkless people were getting jealous of their abilities. While others dreamed of such a life, I hoped to get rid of my quirk. They called me “Dreamer” since I was able to use my quirk to enter peoples dreams and interpret them. Other than that I could also control my own dreams which was kind of cool but didn’t really make me a hero since I wasn’t really able to help people. For a long time I thought those were the only abilities I had until an accident had happened that changed my life for the worse. Villains had attacked me and my best friend which made my quirk reacted to one of the attacks sending a wave towards my friend that I couldn’t really understand. I had never happened before and it scared me. My best friend fell into an uncurable coma and passed away not even a month after the attack. After that had happened I tried everything to get rid of my quirk for good but nothing worked. I stumbled upon two guys that felt just as miserable as I and we started to become friends. My feathered friend Hawks and the ex member of the league of Villains Dabi helped me find a way to at least weaken my quirk. Someone had developed a quirk dampener that thankfully worked on me. Even since then I kept wearing them every day so that I would never hurt anyone ever again.

It was a normal and boring day as I left my apartment. While I was walking down the street I suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping above me and my name being called before I was lifted up in the air. I looked up at my friendly kidnapper and shook my head.

“Keigo…How many times do I have to tell you that you should stop just picking me up from the street whenever you feel like it?”, I asked and suddenly noticed the serious look on his face.

“What’s going on?”, I asked now more serious since I could see that something was going on.

“No time to complain now. I need you to help me”, he said and kept looking forward.

“Where are you taking me? And how in gods name am I supposed to help you?”, I asked totally confused.

“There’s no time to explain. You’ll see soon”, he said before he picked up the pace.

We landed on a balcony of one of the rooms at the hospital.

“Why are we here?”, I asked still confused.

“Look into the room.”

I opened the door to the room and stepped inside. As I saw who the person laying in one of the beds was, I quickly walked over and sat down next to the bed. I grabbed his hand and then looked back at Keigo.

“What happened to him?”, I asked him while grabbing one of Dabis hand and softly caressed it.

“We were outside the city when someone attacked us out of nowhere. I still have no idea who they were but some kind of wave hit Dabi and ever since then he hasn’t woken up. The doctors said he is in a pretty bad condition and if he doesn’t wake up soon he might die.”, he explained and sat down next to me.

As soon as he had said those words, I felt like I was brought back to that day when I watched my friend die laying in one of these hospital beds. My body began to shake and tears started to build in my eyes threatening to flow any second. Keigo grabbed my free hand and softly stroked it.

“I know you don’t use your quirk anymore ever since that accident happened but I think you might be able to wake him up again.”, Keigo said with hope in his voice.

“I…I can’t…I’m sorry Keigo. I can’t help him. I don’t even know if my quirk still works. I don’t want to hurt him”

I started to cry in frustration. I couldn’t just use him as guinea pig and maybe fail in the end. I couldn’t forgive myself for being the reason why I lost another person I loved. Keigo placed his hand on my shoulder and softly stroked it.

“I’m sure you can do it. You can enter peoples dreams and since this burned chicken nugget is currently in some kind of sleeping state you might be able to get to him. I will be here by your side and if something happens we’ll stop right away.”

I had to laugh at his ridiculous nickname for Dabi but maybe he was right. If I didn’t do anything he might just not make it. I wasn’t able to save my best friend but maybe I would be able to save him. I wiped away my tears and looked at Keigo.

“Promise me to wake me up if anything happens”, I said and he nodded.

“I promise”

I was afraid that I would fuck this up but maybe I was Dabis only chance to ever wake up again. I held my hands out for Keigo to take off the dampeners since he was the only person who had the passcode to take them off. As they were gone from my wrists I felt really weird. I rubbed the places they had been and looked at Keigo. He smiled at me encouraging and gave me a little nod. I then grabbed Dabis hand again and grabbed Keigos with my other hand. He squeezed it reassuring that he was there and I wasn’t alone which made me calm down a little bit again. I took one deep breath before I closed my eyes and concentrated on Dabis hand. It was weird that it almost felt as if I was being pulled into Dabis dream as my quirk worked its magic.

As I entered his dream I looked around to locate where I was.

“Y/n are you ok?”, I heard Keigos voice from very far away.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry”, I said and felt my hand being squeezed.

I looked down at myself to see that there was nothing. I was glad that I was still able to separate the real and the dream world even though this world was really strange. Something was definitely wrong with this dream and I really needed to find Dabi as soon as possible. I started walking around the place trying to figure out where I was. It looked so familiar, but I couldn’t really point my finger at it. As I ran along one of the streets the dream suddenly changed. I wasn’t on the street anymore but right in front of my apartment. That was definitely weird. I wanted to open the door when I noticed that I couldn’t touch the handle.

“Oh no”, I said and reached out to touch the door.

Instead of feeling the surface of the cold metal door my hand just moved through it as if there was no door. The feeling of stepping through the door – literally – was extremely weird. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I normally could touch everything when I entered someone’s dream but it was almost like I was a ghost. This would make getting in touch with Dabi even harder if I really was a ghost in his dream. As I walked past the mirror in the corridor I looked at myself. At least I could still see myself in the mirror which was a good sign. I walked through the apartment just to see that there was nobody here.

“Why the hell did this dream bring me here?”, I thought out loud.

Just after these words left my mouth, I heard keys being turned in the lock and the door opened. Since I didn’t know if others could see me I decided to hide and see who was coming in.

“So what do you wanna eat for lunch?”

“Whatever you make is fine, my love”

These voices were so damn familiar, but I somehow couldn’t recognize them until I had them in my vision. My jaw almost literally dropped to the floor when I saw who these voices belonged too. I was looking at Dabi and another version of…me…and they were kissing. What the hell was going on? As I noticed that Dabi was about to walk towards me I hid again. He passed me without noticing that I was there and walked into the kitchen. I quickly moved from my hiding spot to the living room where the other me was currently sitting on the couch. Since I wasn’t sure if she would be able to hear me with just me calling out I walked towards the couch and stood in front of her. As her eyes landed on me she stared at me in shock.

“You are me”, she said and stood up to take a better look at me.

“I know. But I don’t know why you are here. What is this?”, I asked her.

“What do you mean what is this? This is our home. Mine and Dabis”, she answered and looked at me confused.

“Yeah I see that, but that’s wrong. This is not real”, I said and she began to laugh.

“You mean you are not real”, she said towards me and tried to touch me just to reach right through me.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?”, she asked now a little bit angry about me intruding her home.

“Little mouse, who are you talking to?”, Dabi suddenly said and already approached the room.

It was weird to hear him call the person in front of me such a nickname. As he arrived just next to us he looked at her confused.

“I’m talking with her”, she said and pointed at me.

It looked like he was looking right through me. Wait? Couldn’t he see me? He turned back to the other me with concern on his face.

“There is no one. What are you talking about?”, he asked and she looked at me again.

“He can’t see me”, I stated and she nodded in agreement.

Dabi looked back in my direction before he turned back to her. He must be thinking she was loosing her mind.

“You should sit down on the couch. You probably just imagined something. It was a long day after all. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”, he said and softly kissed her lips before he left.

“This is bad. This is very bad. Keigo can you hear me?”, I called out walking around the room like I was lost since I needed to think of something.

“What are you-“, she said before she was cut off by another voice.

“Yes I can. What’s going on?”, Keigo asked just like a whisper in my ear.

“How-“

“There is another me here and she seems to have a relationship with Dabi. But apparently she’s the only one who can hear and see me. How am I supposed to get Dabi out of here if he can’t see me?”

The closer I got to the end of my rambling the more I started to panic. This was all wrong. Nothing was working the way it was supposed to be.

“Shit. Calm down. There has to be a way to get to him. You’re intelligent. You and the other you will find a way.”, Keigo tried to encourage me.

“The other me doesn’t really seem cooperative.”

“HEY. I CAN HEAR YOU”, she protested and Keigo laughed.

“That really sounds like you”, Keigo laughed and I rolled my eyes.

I stopped to walk around aimlessly and looked at myself.

“We need to find a way for me to communicate with him”, I said towards her and she shook her head.

“No. I’m not gonna let you take him away.”, she said and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“If I don’t take him with me he will die. I can’t let him die. He is my family together with Keigo”

She looked as if she was thinking about my words. She then sat back down on the couch.

“You find your way. I’m not gonna help you”

I should have known better that I couldn’t count on myself.

“Fine. Then I’ll have to figure it out myself.”, I said and stormed off to the kitchen to see what Dabi was doing.

He was currently cooking as I arrived at the door. Seeing the expression on his face he looked really happy. I had never seen him smile like this before. I had to think back at how he had kissed the other me and suddenly started to feel bad.

“I don’t wanna take her away from you but I can’t lose you. This is not our world or reality. This is wrong”, I mumbled and continued to watch him.

As he moved the steaming pot from the stove to the side and the window over it steamed up I had an idea. I moved to the window and tried to write into the fogged-up part. I had to concentrate a lot but it actually worked. I wrote “This is not real” onto the window just before he looked towards the pot.

“Come on. Look up before it’s gone”, I said and finally watched him look at the window.

“That’s…weird”, Dabi said before he watched the letters disappear again.

I moved to the window again and looked around. As I caught my reflection in the window I was reminded of the mirror again. If I could see myself in the mirror, maybe he could too. He kept looking at the window every few seconds. He must be feeling that something was up. I started to write onto the window again as he looked there.

“What the”, he said and watched the letters appear out of nowhere.

“Go to the mirror, Dabi” I had written, and he looked around to see if someone was pulling a prank on him or if he really was going crazy.

“I’m losing my mind”, he said and continued to cook.

“Come on Dabi. Don’t make me spell it out for you”, I mumbled before I started to write “mirror” onto the window again and again.

“I’m going, alright?”, he said as he saw it and turned off the stove before walking off.

I followed him and stepped into vision as he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened and he looked next to him where I was standing in the mirror but he couldn’t see me.

“How?”, he asked and I slightly smiled at him.

“Hey Dabi”, I said hoping that he could maybe hear me.

“Your voice…it sounds like her. You look like her. What are you?”, Dabi said and I sighed happy knowing that he was now able to hear me.

“It’s me, Y/n. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out how to talk to you. My other me wasn’t really cooperative. It’s hard to figure out a world that’s not real”, I explained to him and watched his confused face.

“Wait. So the Y/n with me isn’t real?”

I nodded and his face looked even more confused.

“What’s going on? How is this not real?”, he asked his hand searching the air next to him for me but he couldn’t grab anything.

“When you and Keigo were outside the city you were attacked and send into some kind of sleeping state. He brought me to the hospital to use my powers so I could enter the dream you are trapped in and bring you back. I know it’s a lot but please just trust me”

“How am I supposed to trust someone who is not even here?”, he asked, his voice had changed from confusion to slight anger.

“You are not”, I suddenly heard behind me and turned around to see her standing there watching us.

“Y/n”, he said towards her and she walked to him, putting her arms around him.

“I am real. She is just trying to take you away from me. Can’t you see that”, she whispered and he nodded.

Dabi hugged her tight and then looked back in the mirror but his eyes suddenly filled with horror. I followed his gaze just to see that the me he was currently holding looked nothing like me. There were no human features to be seen only a black figure. He pushed her away and looked back at my reflection.

“You are right. This is not real. How do we get out of here?”, he asked me and I looked back at her who was now laying on the floor looking at us angry.

“You need to somehow take my hand. But you can’t see me”, I said while my eyes started to fill with tears as I tried to reach for him just to grab right through him.

“The mirror”, he said and then stepped forward putting his hand on the cold surface.

Dabi was right. Through the mirror he was able to hear and see me so maybe if I placed my hand on it too, he might be able to feel me. I stepped closer to the mirror and then placed my hand on it. To my surprise it stayed there and my body was flooded with warmth.

“You are here”, I heard next to me and as soon as I turned to Dabi I was already embraced by him.

“Finally”, I sighed and buried my face in his chest.

I’ve never been this glad to feel the warmth of another human beeing. I could finally break through this weird dreams’ boarders. As great as staying in Dabis arms was, we really had to get out of here as soon as possible. We separated from the hug and he looked down at me.

“Let’s get the hell out of here”, he said smiling and grabbed my hands.

I looked around one last time to see if I had missed something before I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting us out of the dream. A sudden cold flooded my body as we were pushed out of the dream back into reality.

I woke from the dream abruptly and instantly looked around to see that we were in the hospital again. I sighed loudly and looked at Keigo who still sat next to me.

“Are you ok? What happened in there?”, he asked curious.

“I’m fine, I guess. Everything was a little bit weird and scary but I broke through. It took some time to get to him, but it should be fine now. I hope”, I said and grabbed Dabis hand with both of mine.

He should be waking up any minute. I was getting really nervous as he kept sleeping for some more. Did I mess something up? I couldn’t have. This was my only chance. Maybe he was just still exhausted from the attack and the dream must have been stressful for him too. I lifted his hand to my face and leaned my forehead against it.

“Come back to me, please”, I whispered and closed my eyes.

I felt Keigos hand softly stroke my back as my eyes started to fill with tears. I couldn’t have messed up. I would never be able to forgive myself if I lost him. It was quiet in the room for some time and the silence almost felt painful.

“Hey! Hands off my little mouse, birdie”, I suddenly heard and instantly lifted my head.

“Dabi”, I almost screamed and instantly jumped into his arms.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there. You’re gonna kill me”, he laughed and hugged me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“You saved me.”, he whispered and moved so that he could take a look at me.

The expression on his face was soft and loving as he saw some tears slowly run down my cheeks. My heart was suddenly beating really fast. I was so damn glad I got him back. I could have lost another dear person in the blink of an eye and I really didn’t want to go through that pain again.

“Don’t cry. You’re my hero”, Dabi added as he softly brushed away some tears with his thumbs before he suddenly pressed his lips to mine without a warning.

“Hey”, I said and slightly pushed him away just to see his smiling face.

“I just needed to make sure you are real”, he said grinning while my cheeks started to burn from embarrassment.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be here”, I heard Keigo laugh next to us.

Oh god, I had totally forgotten that he was here too. I blushed even more and watched Dabi grin even brighter as he saw my embarrassed face.

“I’m glad you’re back, man”, Keigo said and pat Dabis shoulder as he stood up from his seat.

“Me too”, he answered and looked back at me.

“I’ll leave you two alone. You look like you have a lot to talk about”

Keigo left the room and took off shortly after he had entered the balcony. Now it was just me and Dabi and even though we usually got along quite well then we were alone it somehow felt a little awkward. As I turned my face towards him again I noticed that his expression wasn’t as happy anymore as before. I reached out to grab his hand and watched his mouth curve into a slight smile.

“You’re thinking about the dream again, right?”, I asked and watched him nod.

“Yeah. I should have noticed that it wasn’t real. It was too good to be true”, he mumbled slightly laughing and looked at my hand that he was holding.

He looked like he wished to be back in his dream world. I felt guilty for pulling him out of his own paradise but if this was what I had to endure just to keep him alive I would gladly take that.

“How long were you in that dream? Like it was a few hours in the real world, but it must have been a lot more for you”

“6 Months”, he just said and my jaw dropped.

“Six months? That’s a long time to be trapped in a dream. Now I understand why you didn’t believe me at first”

We both stayed in silence for a little bit. It seemed to be hard for the both of us to talk about what had happened in the dream. I had to think back at what I had learned about the magic of dreams and how they manifested. I remembered what I once read. “In situations that make us anxious and scared our dreams tend to send us to a place the heart most desires.” It had said in one of the countless books I had read about dreams. I looked back at Dabi and thought about the dream again. He seemed to have been in a happy relationship with the other me. Does that mean that his heart desired me? He must have notices that I was bothered by something since he squeezed my hand to get my attention.

“If there’s something you want to talk about because of the dream just say it”, he said in a rather cold tone.

“I’m still confused about why you were with…me…like the other me. Why did the dream pair you with me? And why did the dream instantly bring me to you when I entered it?”, I mumbled and watched Dabi frown.

He looked at our joined hands before he pulled me onto the bed and placed me with my back against his chest before he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer.

“Dabi…”

“Just listen to me, alright?”

I nodded and waited for him to speak. He seemed to gather some more courage to tell me what he had on his mind since he took a few deep breaths before he started to speak and placed his head on my shoulder.

“I’m sure you have already figured out the ‘dreaming what the heart desires’ part so I don’t need to spell that out for you anymore. But I do need to tell you why I couldn’t believe you and couldn’t fight the dream. When that wave hit me, I woke up in that dream, but I didn’t know it wasn’t real until you had taken care of me and approached me romantically. You would have never done that in the real world. I figured I needed to find a way out but the thought of having a chance to be with you even just for a short time was too tempting. After I had gotten used to waking up to you every morning and being able to kiss and touch you to my heart content, I must have completely forgotten that all of it wasn’t real. So when I saw the you I remembered from the real world in the mirror I was confused. I knew that the current world wasn’t supposed to exist and that the you that I always thought of wasn’t the one I had been spending my time with but you. It just all felt so real. I’m sorry for not instantly believing you”

I was a little bit overwhelmed by all the information he had shared with me. This all felt like a big confession coming from his side and my heart could barely handle it. I grabbed one of Dabis hands and placed it on my heart so he could feel my heartbeat.

“You know…I was really scared to lose you when Keigo brought me here. I thought I might never be able to spend time with you again. To make stupid jokes, tease each other or just sit in silence and watch a movie. But most importantly…I was scared that I might never be able to tell you how much you mean to me”, I whispered and noticed how he buried his face in my neck while his hand still rested on my heart.

“You really know how to make a man fall for you all over again”, he mumbled against my neck before he placed a soft kiss there.

I noticed my heart stop for a second before it continued to beat even faster than before. I can’t believe I never noticed the tension between us before but now that I knew how Dabi felt about me it was way too obvious how we both longed for the other all this time. I carefully removed Dabis hands from around me and turned towards him. As our eyes met, I automatically reached out to cup his cheeks with my hands and softly stroked them with my thumbs. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

“I feel like I’m still dreaming”, he whispered and opened his eyes again.

“You are not. This is real”, I whispered back and moved closer so I could lean my forehead against his.

Dabi grabbed my hands from his face and moved them so he could intertwine his fingers with mine. I had to smile as I saw the slight blush on his cheeks. We stayed like this for some time until I playfully nuzzled my nose against his before we separated.

“I’ll go get a doctor to check up on you and then we’ll get you home, alright?”, I suggested and he nodded still smiling.

Even a blind could see how happy he was right now. I quickly kissed his cheek before I got up from the bed to search for a doctor. After Dabis vitals had been checked, the doctor told us that he could go home, but he would have to rest for a few more days before he could jump back into action. We thanked the doctor as he left the room and Dabi got up from the bed.

“Should I call Keigo to get you home?”, I asked and he shook his head.

“No, As long as you accompany me, I’m fine”, he said and instantly grabbed one of my hands.

I smiled at his new unusual behavior and lightly squeezed his hand. We left the hospital and walked all the way to Dabis apartment which thankfully wasn’t that far away. The way there felt like an eternity since none of us said a word the entire walk. As we arrived there Dabi opened the door and pulled me into the apartment with him. He released my hand and turned towards me.

“Wait here”, he said and then walked further into the apartment.

It took some time until he came back with a bag in his hands.

“Dabi…”, I sighed already knowing where this was going to go.

He looked down at me and sighed too. As he opened his mouth, but no words dared to slip from his lips, he just grabbed one of my hands and looked deep into my eyes.

“Please”, he pleaded in a quiet voice.

I didn’t know if it was a good idea to take him back to my apartment, especially because of the dream but he seemed so desperate and sad that I couldn’t say no.

“Alright. Come”, I said and we left the apartment again.

I was exhausted as we arrived back at my place. After I had opened the door Dabi had already vanished somewhere in the apartment before I could even take off my shoes. It was weird to have him here since he barely ever came over before but for him it must be like coming home. I shook my head to get these thoughts of the dream out of my head and then walked into the corridor. I walked past the living room to my bedroom, seeing that the door was open. Dabi let himself fall onto the mattress and buried his face in my pillow.

“Are you ok?”, I asked and walked over to the bed, sitting down at the edge to look at him.

“Yeah. I’m home now”, he whispered and continued to drown in my pillow.

As he realized what he had said he looked up at me with a slightly hurt expression.

“Sorry…I keep bringing it up”, he mumbled and looked to the floor in embarrassment.

I reached out with my hand to softly pet his head before slightly smiling.

“It’s alright. It will take some time for you to adjust to the real world again. Take your time. If you need anything I’ll be in the living room”, I said before I stood up and wanted to leave the room.

“Wait!”, he called out for me as I was about to walk out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can you…I mean…nevermind”, he said and turned his head away.

I stepped back into the room and closed the door behind me before walking over to the bed again.

“Scoot over”

He looked up at me as if he had seen a ghost just now. The expression on his face changed from surprise to a somehow even sadder one than before.

“You don’t have to…”, he began but I didn’t let him finish the sentence.

“Scoot over already”, I emphasized again.

This time he listened to me and moved over on the bed. I laid down right next to him and pulled to covers over the both of us. Dabi still looked at me like a puppy that had been abandoned. I sighed and pulled him towards me. I almost had to force him to put his arms around me. I buried one of my hands in his hair and placed the other one on his back drawing random patterns on it with my fingers.

“Is this what you wanted?”, I whispered and watched him nod slowly.

“Was it so hard to ask?”, I continued to ask and he nodded again.

I softly placed a kiss on his head before I looked at him again. He tightened the grip on my waist and cuddled closer before he looked up at me.

“Tell me if I’m being too much”, he whispered.

“I will”, I answered before I leaned forward to place a kiss on his forehead.

He closed his eyes and smiled. I was glad he seemed to feel better now. After some time of complete silence he began to speak again.

“It still doesn’t feel real somehow. Being able to hold you like this in my arms and not having to worry about you pushing me away. It feels so strange…but in a good way. I like this”, he mumbled against my chest and snuggled even closer.

“I never thought you would ever lay in my bed, cuddled against me and so close to me that I can feel your breath on my skin. I’m really happy right now”, I whispered back and watched him turn his face towards me again.

“Me too”

#bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years

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Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 2 - Big Break

WORDS: 1154

WARNINGS: swearing, kinda mind control

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 2/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

„How was your mission with boys yesterday?” Wanda asked. „Good. Bucky was annoying as always. Gosh, how I would like to give him piece of his own medicine!” Wanda and Natasha laughed with you. You had girls night, with face masks, nails painting and gossiping. „You actually can do that.” Nat smirked. „How?” „Wanda can help you. With her magic thingy.” „And what exactly we should do?” you asked. „You nothing just repeat what she will tell you.” You were looking at her wide smile. „No. I can see your evil plan Nat.” „Oh c'mon! It will be fun! And Wanda has no problem with it, right?” She shook her head. „You promise it will not be anything too crazy?” „Yop.” „Ooooooookkkkkeeyy then.” „Yeas!” Nat squealed and they both threw themselves on me. „I hope I´ll not have to kill you.” „Don t worry. Now lets finish movie.”

„Parca, what did you do?!” Moi screamed at younger sibling. „Nothing!” Then disappeared in silver mist before Moi could throw something. Rai looked at them. „Come, it´s time to wash our masks off.”

Next morning you let Wanda in your head and walked to the kitchen. Bucky was already there, preparing his breakfast. „I didn’t know you are fan of Jews.” you said. „What?” he looked at you, surprised. „Bagel. It is a bread product originating in the Jewish communities of Poland.” „Cool.” He opened fridge and took out a butter and ham. „Did you know it takes 21 pints of milk to make a pound of butter? Interesting right?” „Not really.” „It also has vitamins D, E, K and A.” you said, dancing like cheerleader. Bucky laughed, watching you. „Wanna some tea?” „Second most consumed beverage on the planet – after Water? Sure, why not.” You ate in peace, which was surprising.

„Why is music so loud?” Bucky asked when he came to gym only in his shorts. „Listening to music while exercising can improve work out performance by 15%.” „Turn volume down. I can´t concentrate.” „But it´s helping me. You don’t wanna me to be healthy, strong and flexible?” „You have headphones. Use those!” You stuck your tongue at him, but obeyed and started your routine. What you didn’t see was Bucky staring at you. After 30 minutes on treadmill you moved to rowing machine. Letting your mind wondering in imaginary world you hardly felt tap on the shoulder. Only when Bucky repeated it, you turned to him. „Hey, what's up?” you gave him wide smile. „You're like Maria Sharapova.” he growled, his eyes wide. „I'm sorry?” you asked innocently. „Grunts too much.” „Makes you hard sergeant?” He was breathing shallowly and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. What was Wanda doing? „No. Just be bit quieter.” Then he turned and quickly went back to his punching bag. „I'm still not as loud as Michelle Larcher De Brito!” you screamed behind him and with smug smile you watched as he hit the bag and it fell on the floor.

„I'm not really happy about it, dear Moi, but Parca´s plan somehow works.” Moi looked at Rai sitting on trampoline and frowned. „I had nice dinner preparing on mind for them. To give them some domestic vibe. Not Y/N teasing Bucky like this!” Rai just shrugged and jumped on jumping mat. You screamed and startled Bucky as well. „What the hell Y/N?” „Trampoline moved by itself. We have ghosts here Borky. Save me, please?” You hugged him around waist and he stiffed. „If you will stop being so annoying with your random trivia. I still don’t understand how you can hold all of them in head.” „Ok, but only for today.” You stood up, took your water bottle and was ready for another machine when your next words left you in shame. „Do you know that the more muscle mass you have, the more fat your body burns while resting? I looove your muscles. Make me weak.” You realised what you have done when Bucky turned red and Wanda´s voice spoke in your head. „Run Y/N, RUN!” And that's what you did. Bucky was shouting your name and profanities in gym. „Run Y/N, run, run.” „Why are you speaking to yourself?” Wanda laughed in your head. „Shush you!” After few minutes you ran into her room, locking door behind you.

„What was that Wan? Now he's thinking I´m horny mess from him! For him!” „And you are not?” „Not at all! He's pesky, provocative, arrogant little bitch!” „Hmmm, I think he's not little. More like huge and has good package.” „Wanda!” She was laughing so much she started crying. „Don´t you have Vision for that?” „Yes. But I can have a look. You know it means nothing to me. I want only the best for you, even if Buck isn't your true soulmate. You still can have fun.” You sighed and sat next to her. „I envy you and others. I wished tattoo would appear on my skin for so long, but until now nothing happened so I decided I will do it myself.” „That's great! Whoever it is, I bet they will love you.” She wanted to hug you but then pulled away. „Sorry, but you really need shower.” You said your byes and went to your room.

You didn’t realized you fell asleep, but knocking on your door woke you up. When you opened it you met Bucky in red Henley and jogger pants. „Want something to eat?” he asked. „What?” you said taken aback. „Food. Dinner. Others left, so it´s just us.” „Coming.” You quickly put fluffy socks on and followed him to kitchen.

„Wanna some bolognese spaghetti? Or something else?” „Spaghetti is fine. Red wine?” „Why not?” You both smiled at each other as Bucky was preparing sauce and you were putting pasta in pan. Then he was cutting meat while you sat on counter, watching him. „Wanna watch something?” you asked him. „I heard Witcher is good.” „Oh, it is! Henry Cavill is there and he's sexy as fuck with his long white hair, yellow eyes and that dreamy hairy chest. Don’t forget his ass and thighs!” Bucky looked at you with raised eybrows, smirking. „What?” „I really don’t wanna your ramblings about him.” „Why? Afraid you can't compete with him?” you grinned. „I'm much better.” He stepped between your open legs, his hands on sides of your thighs. His face was closer and closer until you heard sauce bubling on stove. „We don’t wanna burned food. Right, Borky?” You handed him two plates and he put pasta, sauce and cheese on them. „To the movie room!” „And beyond!” You couldn’t stop laughing as you took wine bottle and followed him.

You ended watching half of season one and then fell asleep on Bucky´s shoulder.

Moi and Rai were on chairs happily looking at their hardest case. You two were on good way to your destiny after all.

#HBC Lucky In Love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

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2idiots · 4 years

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Wave inspired!Seonghwa au x reader

summary: Maybe just maybe the boy out in the water can make you loosen your stance up on the tourists crowding your town

word count: 2.1k-ish

warnings: none

gender neutral!reader

The first time you see him you’re walking home from work along the sea wall, your work bag clutched tightly between your arm and polyester polo, a scowl weighing heavily across your face

Every year this time (summer) rockets you directly into a terrible mood, it is literally clockwork and here’s why:

tourists

these rich people and their bad manners flock to your town to spend their summer breaks at the resorts, littering your beaches, buying your groceries, taking your space, and just generally being pretenious dicks

last year you and the rest of town spent a full week cleaning the beaches after the last of the out-of-towners were gone

But this boy, this boy was different

After all it was sunset and he was out in the water fully clothed looking like he walked out of a calvin klein shoot or some shit

the light spilling through the sky cast a orange glow, lighting him up like angel

you were kinda dumbstruck standing on the seawall staring at him for a good minute

he looked like an angel and you looked like someone smacked you over the head with a frying pan, primarily because you had spent the entire day (and all your energy) responding to terrible customers

No they can not just bargain the prices with you because guess what...

You D O N ‘ T set the prices

and as much as they complained about the price on beer you C O U L D N O T change the price, and even if you could you clocked that gold rolex and the expensive pressed polo the minute they walked in so you sure as hell W O U L D N O T

they could more than afford the price of your store’s beer and after they had it they were insufferable

Then there was a women who made you count back your change three times because she thought you were stealing from her, stealing insignificant change

Needless to say you also wanted to get into the ocean in your clothes too and maybe swim out to an island without any people and live the rest of your days as hermit lost in nature

because wow humanity S U C K S

But you had to save money up for the fall semester so that meant putting up with some of the worst of humanity for you bigger dream; that just didn’t leave a lot of space for seeing the good in many people especially out-of-towners

so this mysterious swimmer was probably just another annoying tourist, being pretty didn’t mean he was nice too

so you put him out of your mind that first night

but you kept seeing him on your walk home from work in the heat of the setting sun: always in the same spot, always sporting clothes that weren’t made for swimming

you saw him so much you were actually getting curious, some of your anger lessening, especially when you saw him picking up trash along the shoreline

It wasn’t until your day off that you finally spoke to him and by spoke you ran head first into him walking through the beachfront shops with your friends on your day off

he was surrounded by a group of friends with colorful hairstyles that were all laughing and playing around

you on the other hand were sporting your first non-customer service smile in weeks and you were holding a very precious cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream

Well you were holding it because now it was all over this boy’s shirt and you were mortified and grieving the loss of your ice cream

“oh my god, my ice cream” is the first and only thing out your mouth so maybe not mortified just grieving

Sure you should’ve said sorry but all your apologies had been used up on the customer that said you were mean for making her wait in line instead of cutting everyone after she said she couldn’t wait because it would give her acne

So EXCUSE you if you really wanted your ice cream on your day off

Caught up in your self righteous inner monologue about ice cream, you almost didn’t notice: “wait you’re the boy who’s always in the ocean at sundown?”

Oh wow he was much pretty in person and that was saying a lot because you had been admiring him from afar for far too long

“lol at least you don’t have to worry about washing your shirt since you’re hoping in later anyway”

Oh my god, you could smack yourself; why did you just say that, why did you just expose yourself as a stalker?

He let out a little laugh “and you’re the person on the seawall, nice to see you’re cute up close too. I’m Seonghwa”

“y/n” Wait did that actually work? Did you not scare him away? Did he know who you were too?

Did? He? Say? Cute?

“You should come down and talk to me next time”

his friends were oohing and aahing at him watching the awkward exchange, your friends were doing the same

And that you did, like clockwork he was down by in the ocean in the middle of the sunset while you were walking home from work

Only this time you didn’t just stop and look, you made your way down the stone stairs through the hot sand and to the edge of the beach.

God why was your work uniform all black? it was hotttt out here and you were sweating while this boy looked like a sculpture in front of you

his acid washed jeans sticking to his calves as he walked through the tide pools searching through the sand, his arms on display in the pastel tie dye cut off

“um hey Seonghwa” that’s the best you could conjure up, trying to get in a carefree position but careful not to put your backpack on the ground for fear you would never get the sand out

your non-slip work shoes = already ruined

“Y/n you came?” he stopped his search through the tide pools to smile up at you, nearly melting your customer service persona

“um yeah, sorry I just got off work though so I’m not really dressed from a swim” You looked down to your black slacks and black polo with the store logo on the upper left breast, god you shouldn’t have come maybe if you just slowly back away he won’t even notice you disappear

“That seems like the best reason to get in” there was a soft smile on his face as he pulled up a lump of seaweed mixed with some shells from the sand

“Maybe next time, find any good mementos?”

Only next time you don’t get in either but you did roll up your slacks, take your shoes off, and stick your feet in

He was right, it was much a much needed break to just relax in the cool water and this way you could help him find whatever he was looking for

It doesn’t stop there though, you get a little further into the water every night after work when you meet but never like he was the first night

you also learned a little more about him and him about you

He is here with a group of friends, they are spending their last summer together before some of them head off to college, some go overseas, and some are stuck in high school. They were here the whole summer working on one of the resorts and this was the only time he could get away from everyone for some peace

“So you invite me?” Peaceful, all you did was stomp around in my work clothes and be loud “I’m not sure I fit what you’re going for”

“Nah but I like having you here.”

after that you start to see him outside of the actually water too, once he is picking up the trash on the beach, once he is just laying on the sand watching the sunset

And every time you would make your way next to him and spend all night talking to him

So every year at the peak of tourist season, the locals throw a huge party on a section of the beach that only the locals know about

It’s a power move against the seasonals, one that you participate in every year. In fact you're dropped off some alcohol earlier in the week

Usually you go alone (read: with friends) but for some reason this year you invite Seonghwa, well more like you word vomited your invitation in a 10 minute long nervous ramble about beaches and parties while he smiled at you

normally you would cover your nervousness in a smirk with some sassy remarks but from some reason your stomach is fluttering too much this time, you can feel the nausea bubbling up

tense you throw in a quick "your friends can come too" then metaphorically smack yourself because you don't want his friends to come, you want to go with just him

this was supposed to be you confessing that your countless nights on the beach had kinda made your initial crush stronger but you messed it up

For your incessant rambles he responds with only a few words "Yeah that sounds fun"

"ok ok cool cool" nice save (oh my god you are actually acting like a middle schooler)

"But I don't think my friends can come, is that ok?"

"Oh yeah, um-" insert your nervous tick here- "i don't think my friends can come either so it'll just be us" cheesy smile

btw your friends could make it, they were there the whole time but you told them to stay away and they have not stopped teasing you about it since

the night of the party you meet in your normal place and your jaw drops to the floor like in those movies when the princess comes out wearing the ball gown and looking regal

Only seonghwa isn't a princess but he sure as hell is beautiful and who gave him the right to look like that because your heart momentarily stops before you finally breath some sense back in and hold yourself together

"Are you ready? It's a bit of a hike"

You spend the whole night talking, and maybe you're a little tipsy but only enough to give you a confidence boost and a looser tongue

nothing serious

Or at least you thought it was nothing serious but then you are prying into his life, asking some of the weirdest questions and finally "so why do you swim with your clothes on?"

Meanwhile this whole time he's been laughing at you, not the mean kind of way more like a "wow they really ramble a lot how cute"

"I don't know, normally I just don’t have my swimsuit and the water looks too beautiful to pass up"

"But if you do it every night then why don't you just pack ahead of time" *hiccup* nah jk but you might as well hiccup… maybe you should put that beer down before you embarrass yourself

"I don't know, if I bring my swimsuit everyone will want come with me and as much as I love my friends they're a little high energy" he let out a sweet laugh "speaking of them, I should probably admit…"

Oh god, what was wrong? Is this where you found out he was actually super creepy? Or like a murderer or something? Of course the cute ones always had to be the crazy ones, just your luck

"My friends aren't busy tonight I just said that because I didn't want them to come...”

Oh good not creepy at all (maybe you should stop watching dateline), that's what you did too

in fact your friends kept sending you snapchats of the both of you sitting by the bonfire talking

"I actually think one of them is here, he’s kinda hard to miss his hair is bright red"

Oh strawberry dude, you remembered seeing him wave when you first arrived (very confusing for a powerful tiny man who you had never seen wave at you)

But hold up, you're still caught up on the first thing he said, he wanted to come with you, just you. Did he?? like you??

"Do you like me?" Straight to the point, how in character for you

A rosy blush spread over his cheeks and down his neck and the confidence you had skyrocketed, that all but answered your question

and if that didn’t answer it then his little “ya” did

in a bout of confidence you grabbed him head and yanked him up from the lawn chairs by the crackling fire “Come on!”

"what are you doing?!" he replied, calling out as you dragged him toward the dark water, glowing in the light of the moon

Splashing through the water, you settled on a place where the waves lapped up against your waist like they had the first night you saw him, it didn’t even matter that the warm salty water was soaking through your clothes (don't think about your soaked shoes, don't think about your soaked shoes)

"I'm not sure but the water just looked too beautiful to pass up" cue cliche cheese and a signature smirk provided by you

"Haha don't make fun of me"

"Why not? It’s too much fun" you leaned in closer, your hand still wrapped in his “and anyway I like you too much to stop”

about twenty minutes later you opened a snapchat from your friends of you and Hwa kissing in the ocean and turned bright red

read hongjoong's and yunho's

#seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa au #wave au #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez au

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imagine-that · 4 years

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“Hey! Are you new here?” A voice says from behind you.

You nervously and quickly turn around, your reflexes on high radar.

“Oh uh... hi.” You say awkwardly, taking in the blonde in front of you.

She smiles. “You must be our newest recruit. Y/n y/l/n. I’m Lizzie.” She says politely.

You laugh awkwardly. “Yeah I am. I’m sorry for my behaviour, I’m a tad jumpy.” You explain. “And a bit shy.” You add, staring intently at the ground and wishing to just sink into it.

“Well that’s... ok.” She says hesitantly, giving you a one over as if trying to put together a puzzle. “I’ll be your tour guide by the way.” She finishes, looking you in the eye again with a relaxed smile.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” You say, surprising yourself with the confidence in your voice.

“So this is the Salvatore boarding school, as I’m sure you already know.” She starts as she walks, you following carefully behind.

As she shows you every aspect of the grounds, more and more people try to say hello.

“Hey sis. Who’s thi- where’d they go?” A cheerful looking brunette asks as she joins Lizzie. Lizzie sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Y/n. She is just my sister. You don’t need to run off.” She says loudly. You cautiously go back to her from your hiding spot.

Over the course of the day, you’d jumped at every point of possible interaction with anyone but her. You’d hidden behind several trees, on the roof, in a closet, a classroom and oddly enough in the rafters of the ceiling. After a few hours of the constant disappearing act, Lizzie has just gotten used to it.

“Hi... I’m- I’m y/n.” You say in a whisper, feeling your face go bright red as you greet the other girl. She smiles and goes to shake your hand, causing you to run half way across the school.

“Y/n!” Lizzie shouts. After a moment of hesitation, you go back to the pair.

“I think I should probably go.” Her sister says awkwardly, stepping back with a friendly wave and then retreating to a corner with another girl watching it all happen.

“Great. Now I’m the weird disappearing kid.” You mutter.

“Hey. Don’t worry. Everyone here is pretty understanding.” Lizzie says with a smile. You awkwardly smile back.

The two of you walk together back out to the sports stands outside and she takes a seat.

“So, I’m guessing by your speed, agility and ability to jump into random high spots that you’re a vamp?” She giggles a bit.

You scratch the back of your neck. “Yeahhhh... I’m sorry. I just... I’ve been in hiding for so long it just feels... foreign to be near other people like me.” You admit, feeling the heat rush in your face.

“In hiding? What from?” Lizzie asks curiously.

You laugh a bit. “More like from who. That’d be Klaus Mikaelson.” You reply and she scoffs.

“Another Mikaelson messing up everything for everyone.” She mutters angrily.

“What do you mean another one?” You ask curiously, sitting next to her.

“His daughter is here. Hope.” She replies, an extra bit of bitter tone as she says the name.

“Well I guess we both have problems with the same family then?” You say with a smile.

“Looks like it.” She smiles back. She takes a deep breath and then stands back up.

“We should get you to my dads office. You need to get your schedule. And obviously meet the headmaster.” She says, smoothing out her skirt.

You feel yourself tense up a bit.

“Do we... do we have to go back in there? There was a lot of... other people.” You stutter nervously.

“Hey.” She says, stepping closer. “There’s no need to worry. If they try to do anything I’ll do something crazy. Give them something new to spread about mental Lizzie.” She mutters the last bit.

“Mental, really? I mean I get a little pushy and maybe slightly intimidating but mental is a bit of a stretch.” You say with a smile. Lizzie scoffs dramatically but with a smile on her face.

“Well, at least I don’t play how high can I hide out!” She jokes and you laugh.

“Touché.” You smile and the two of you walk, laughing and joking towards her dads office.

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“Hey there. Couldn’t help but notice you with Lizzie Saltzman earlier? My condolences.” A girl smirks as she walks up to you.

Once you’d spoken to the headmaster, Lizzie had shown you your room and then she went off on her way.

“I’m... I’m sorry?” You reply, cursing your quick ability to blush nervously and resisting the strong urge to run away.

“Oh nothing. She’s just the queen of over dramatics is all. Really overbearing.” She explains.

“Well I think she’s... she’s... k-kinda cool.” You reply, staring desperately at your shoes.

“Relax. I’m not a wolf, I won’t bite little vamp. But you look like you could use one.” She smiles a little less aggressively and you feel your shoulders relax slightly at the thought of feeding.

As if reading your mind, she offers you a wrist without a word.

“I... I uh... I thought that” you start, taking a deep and shaking breath. “That was against the rules.” You barely finish, mumbling the most of your words.

“So what? I won’t tell of you don’t.” She says, raising her eyebrow as if questioning still. “I’m Penelope by the way.” She adds.

“I think y/n would rather not, Satan.” Lizzie scoffs. Penelope rolls her eyes.

“Fine. Their loss.” She says back. “Be careful of that one vampy.” She adds as a side note before leaving.

“I saw you struggling. Don’t mind HER.” Lizzie says as she sneers at the thought of Penelope.

The two of you talk as you walk to your room.

“You stutter a lot around other people y/n.” She comments thoughtfully.

“Yeah well I don’t like company. I’m a lone wolf.” You laugh. “But oddly enough, this is the first time in centuries I’ve ever NOT ran from someone.” You say with a smile.

“Oh because I’m such a friendly face.” She replies sarcastically.

“I mean, not really but I guess?” You say jokingly.

“You’re very witty for a shy person.” She scoffs back.

“And you’re very blonde for a seemingly smart person.” You laugh back.

“That is such a stereotype.” She laughs in disbelief.

The two of you take digs at each other in a friendly way for the rest of the night, your laughs so loud and often that you both fear you kept the entire school awake.

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Three months later...

You paced back and forth, biting your nails thoughtfully.

“There you are!” You whisper shout as Penelope turned the corner.

Over the past few months, she’d continued to pester you until your shyness just quit on you around her out of habit. You’d developed a slight friendship though it was no where near as strong as the one you had with Lizzie.

“Yeah here I am. What?” She says, sinking into an arm chair.

“I think I like Lizzie.” You blurt by accident. You clasp you’re hands on your mouth instantly, your face reddening again.

Penelope sighs. “No. I have to deal with this bull with MG and I am not dealing with it with you too. There is no way you’re falling for the queen of mean.” She groans. You smile awkwardly.

“But there is.” You reply quietly.

Before she can reply, MG walks into the room and you jump up tensely.

“Hey Penelope. Hey y/-“ he begins but before he can finish, you’re gone. He sighs. “How does that kid get through class without jumping into the rafters every time?” He asks Penelope and she shrugs.

“I basically just got them to stop doing that any time I walk into a room near them. You tell me.” She replies.

“I have to go. Have fun with the wicked witch.” Penelope shouts with a smile as she walks after MG after seeing your small wave from the ceiling.

Just as you jump from your beam back down to the floor, Lizzie enters the room.

“Ya know, just once I’d like to come into a room and find you NOT jumping off of something?” She smiles.

“Yeah. That would be something wouldn’t it?” You smile back.

For a moment you feel yourself staring and then you snap out of it, blushing immensely.

“Are you ok? Did someone else come into the room after me?” She asks, looking around her.

“No. No. Just still red from when MG came in I guess...” you mutter.

“Well I have to get to class. You do too. Try not to hide today?” She smiles.

Before replying, you watch her. You feel yourself smile. You loved the way her hair framed her face perfectly. The gleam in her eyes and the smile, surrounded by her perfect lips making you redden even more.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll try.” You manage to say and she watches you sceptically.

“Ok weirdo. See you later.” She finally says after a moment of hesitance.

As she leaves, you feel yourself wonder what it would feel like to tell her your feelings.

But your fear of rejection holds you back, an imaginary rope keeping you pulled away.

You shake off your thoughts and head on your way.

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“So? Did you run off anywhere today? Or did you get through your schedule for once?” Lizzie asks as she struts into your room.

“Oh I got through like three of them. During one class, I ran behind the bleachers and in another I hid in the woods.” You laugh sheepishly.

“Well, you tried.” She reassures you.

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“I wish I could be as talkative with others as I am with you. Even with Penelope I feel myself fighting the flight instinct.” You admit.

“See, that’s the only time when you shouldn’t fight it.” She sighs jokingly and you laugh.

“You should just be glad that I have a friend other than you.” You giggle.

“Yeah. I guess.” She replies reluctantly.

The two of you sit in silence and you feel yourself biting your lip.

Suddenly, you just can’t hold back.

“I like you.” You blurt and instantly feel like slapping yourself.

“Well duh, I’m the only person you talk to like ever.” Lizzie replies.

“No. Like, I like you like you. Like, I feel more comfortable with you than I ever have with anyone else. Like, when we’re apart I feel like I’m apart from a part of myself.” You ramble.

Lizzie looks at you, stunned.

“I know that our friendship is so SO important and I would never want to ruin it but I- I uh... felt you should know about this.” You admit, looking away.

Lizzie stands and walks towards you.

Without warning, she grabs your face and kisses you passionately.

She pulls away. “I like you too y/n.” She says with a bright smile.

“You’re just saying that so I don’t get scared and run off and never speak to anyone again.” You accuse flatly.

“I mean, I don’t want you to go mute no. But that was DEFINITELY not me just saying anything. That kiss is proof.” She teases.

You giggle. “True.” You admit.

“Well? I like you. And you like me.” She says. “There. That’s out. Now what?” She finishes.

“We could... kiss again?” You offer with a bright blush.

“I like that idea.” She smiles.

The two of you press your lips on each other’s and kiss again. And again. And again.

Lizzie pulls away and smiles at you.

“What?” You ask with a shy smile.

“Now you’re gonna have to talk with my dad and Josie.” She replies.

The two of you giggle and continue kissing, your fears melting into each one.

#legacies imagine #legacies imagines #legacies #lizzie saltzman #lizzie saltzman imagine #lizzie saltzman imagines #tvd imagine #the originals imagines #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd universe #imagines #imagine

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shinos-artblog · 5 years

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Day 3: Date gone wrong

There was this awful, gut-wrenching feeling swirling in the middle of his stomach. Heart pounding and hands sweating, there was nothing he was more afraid of then Mondo finding out the truth about him. This was the first time they were going on a real date, one that wasn’t just walking home together or hanging out at Kiyotaka’s house studying. No, they were actually going out to dinner and the nerves that were building up where about to unleash his other side-- Ishida. Nobody knew about his other half beside him, not even his father realized what lies deep beneath his calm, strict and moral standing. That inside him was a more wild version of himself. A reflection of all the things he tried not to be, loud, brash and rude. Though Ishida still held the same morals, he was less likely to listen when told something.

Luckily Kiyotaka usually had him under control, only popping out in times of constant stress or being put into an anxious situation. And unfortunately for him this was one of those times. He knows that this particular night was going to bring out the worst of him and Mondo would finally meet Ishida in a way he wasn’t quite prepared for him to see. Taking a deep breath through his nose he would make the best of today and try his hardest to keep back the wild demon lurking, waiting to rear its ugly head. It wasn’t that Ishida was a bad side, on the contrary sometimes the albino would only just come out to stick up for the both of them and often Kiyotaka was grateful for his call on things he knew he should have stood up to but this was not one of those times.

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Standing in front of the restaurant the perfect waited, fixing his tie and standing as straight as a plank. They were in college for pete sake and here he was acting like this was some 3rd grade crush about to hand him some flowers or something. In his mind he could hear the ramblings of the fiery man. Egging him to let him come out and take care of this but he wouldn’t. Not this time. Lips pursed in annoyance and he lightly mumbled to himself to keep calm and relax. It was only Mondo after all and they had been together multiple times without it being awkward or weird. He always felt at home when it came to the ex-biker. How proud he had become of the delinquent for sticking to his dream and working towards becoming a carpenter, just like he wanted. There was no one he trusted more.

Glancing at his clock he noticed Mondo was late, again. It wasn’t abnormal and he should have gotten use to it by this time but still he really wished the other would take ‘on time behavior’ to heart. Yet it wasn’t long as he looked back up from his watch and in front of him was none other than the devil he was speaking about. Breath caught in his throat, staring at the tall, tan male. “K-Kyoudai, you look--!” His voice choked, he had never seen Mondo wear such an outfit. Donning a suit and tie, it restricted against his muscles just a bit. Hair was down, slicked back and put into a semi-messy ponytail. There was a growl and a blush on his cheeks from a man who couldn’t quite look Kiyotaka in the eyes. He than noticed he never finished his statement. “H-Handsome, you look very dashing Kyoudai!”

The biker bit his lips and looked down and in the same high pitched manner yelled back. “T-Thanks Kyoudai! Ya look fuckin’ good too! Ya know?! S’ really nice look!” He was about to explode and even Kiyotaka could see such stress on his face. Thankfully Mondo did not have an Ishida of his own or lord behold he would never be free. Smiling softly he gently grabbed the others sleeves and tugged him along. Yes, he would like to hold his hand but they were out in public and the screaming brought enough attention drawn to them. Public displays of affection were not very welcomed and Kiyotaka would agree to a point, especially with them both being men. He loved his country but he also hated the fact that he had to hide who he was. As soon as Mondo gave him the courage to admit it the facts just became easier. He still had not told his dad, but he was working on it. And when he became prime minster he would change the rules.

Sitting down, finally out of sights in a more private booth Kiyotaka was able to take a deep sigh of relief though he wasn’t out of the bag yet. His heart was pounding hard in his chest, he could hear Ishida whining and once again begging to come out to finally meet Mondo. Saying he’ll screw up the date by being weird which did not help him with his own boost of confidence. It also didn’t help that the biker in front of him was stumbling over his own words, trying to make small talk which wasn’t his style. Maybe going out was a bad idea. This date was already turning out to be a disaster. Reaching for a glass of water to maybe cool down a bit as he reached for it his sweaty palms couldn’t quite pick it up correctly and ended up spilling it on Mondo.

“Ah! Kyoudai I’m so sorry!” Quickly he leaned over to try and help but it only made it worse, getting his suit wet as well and only pushing the liquid on the table further into the carpenters laps. “Damn, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” This was bad, it wasn’t working he was a failure. Mondo would surely dump him now, this was it it was over--! He heard his partner trying to say something but the tears flowing from his eyes and the constant noise in his head was muffling whatever words of ‘S’ ok Kiyo! Don’t worry! Oii? Ya listenin’?’ It all fell on deaf ears and of course, like he assumed there was no containing what he feared Mondo would see the most. “Damn you are an idiot!”

It must have caught Mondo by surprise to hear such words coming from his mouth, he wanted to apologize but he was no longer in control. Ishida looked up and pouted, hair turned white and eyes so red it seemed as if they were on fire. “S’rry for the mess Kyoudai! I told the idiot t’ just let me take care of it but he never listens!” A tooth popped out as he slid back and plopped into his seat. The biker staring in confusion though rightfully so.

“Uh… Kiyo? Th’ fuck happened ‘ta ya…?” He saw the white haired man’s face beam up almost instantly at the question and leaned close, scooting his way in the round seat until he was nearly ontop of the bikers lap. The other thing he forgot to mention about Ishida is that he was very affectionate and only had eyes for one. He had more of an affliction with Mondo than he did. He was almost like a lost puppy, a love struck teen-aged girl. There was nothing he wanted more than to be close and up personal with the man he had been pinning after for ages behind closed doors.

“Ishi probably never did tell ya about me huh? Such a shame since I am his better half.” Crossing his arms like some child he waved the worry away and grinned back at Mondo who seemed to be trying to keep his distance just a bit. “Don’t be afraid Kyoudai, I’m Ishida! Ishida Kyondo, I guess you can say I live inside Ishi. But enough about that, I wanna hear about you~” There was a near purr like sound from that statement. It was as if he was trying to be weirdly romantic but it was just turning out awkward. “I’ll be yer date tonight if you don’t mind? I’d really like t’ get t’ know you...” Placing his hand on Mondo’s thigh he blushed, brows still knit but there was this determination. And from that he could see that this was still the same person.

“So uh… ya mean, yer Kiyotaka but, jus’ another version of him?” He scratched his head, trying to wrap it around this mess of a timeline but was confirmed when Ishida shouted a big, ‘Yep, exactly!’ And with that he wasn’t quite sure what to do, or how this date night would turn out but for now it was ending up to be a very, unique… night. So as it continued on, Ishida was definitely a lot more-- physical when it came to it. Even out in public he was rubbing their shoulders together, laughing loudly and even taking some swigs of Sake which was really throwing Mondo off. There was even a slip of the tongue. It was during the end as they paid for everything, Ishida looked up to the ex-delinquent and pursed his lips. He made them thin as bright red eyes glanced away for a second. “Ya know… he really loves ya. We both do and he’s scared your gonna hate him for seeing me. I get it, I ain’t the best but… don’t be mad at him ok? I’m the one who came out on my own. I just wanted ‘ta see ya. There was this moment of sweetness before it was ruined. “And also he wants to lose himself too ya so-- don’t mess it up ya damn idiot!””

He knew his time was up, Kiyotaka becoming more and more calm though he had fun. He got to see Mondo and quickly as no one was looking he leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, pulling away and sticking out his tongue. Saying not to forget him and before he knows it he’s changing back. Kiyotaka quickly became dizzy after the change, grabbing his head as Mondo gripped his shoulders to keep him steady. “Oii, Kiyo? You ok? S’ it really you?” It took awhile to register his voice but eventually he nodded, smiling nervously at the man besides him.

“Ah, yes… my apologies Oowada-kun. I was doing my best, I was going to tell you about him eventually! I was just so scared and now you’ve seen him you probably hate me for ruining our first date\...” Once again tears formed under his eyes, snot starting to leak from his nose. He always was a messy crier and this was no exception. Closing his eyes tightly he shouted, not too loud but loud enough for him to hear. “I’m sorry Oowada-kun! I just wanted this to be a nice night and I ruined it! I ruin everything and should be punished and-!”

“Hey, shut th’ hell up a’ready and let me talk dammit!” There was this soft angry growl and Kiyotaka peered right into those slanted purple irises. “I don’t care if it ended up being bad or good or whatever-- th’ only thing that matters s’ that I was ‘ere wit ya! Ishida or Kiyo or whatever it s’… ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from loven ya babe.” His smile seem to nearly wipe those tears away, his heart was fluttering in excitement but for a whole other reason. He didn’t care that he had another person inside, he loved him. He did. “S’ides, I don’t know it was kinda hot seein’ ya talk wit a bit of slang. And ya wanna lose yerself ‘ta me huh?”

Kiyotaka’s face fell considerably when he said that, heat rising all the way from the top of his head down to his toes. “H-He really said that to you?!” Never one for violence this was the first time ever he made a threat of his own accord. “I’m going to actually kill him.”

#ishimondo week #ishimondoweek2k19 #ishimondo #short fic #fanfic #fic #shino writes #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #mondo #ishimaru #long post #day 3 #date gone wrong #ishida #ishidamondo #ishida kyondo

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pretty-bois · 5 years

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roger taylor is god

So @denimwrappeddisasters and I are currently obsessed with Ben Hardy’s Roger Taylor and we may have text-written a crossover fic with Queen and the Harringrove boys. It also might’ve turned out long and smutty so I’ll post it in two parts. (This whole thing is copy pasted so the formatting is super weird, sorry about that)

I feel like Freddie would pick up Billy at some bar or one of their concerts or something because I mean he’s hot and he’s actually really cool, they’d hang out for a bit, Freddie would then bring Billy around while they’re recording and the rest of the band would be all “oh is this another one of your boyfriends??” And then they’d be confused bc Billy and Freddie aren’t really flirting at all but Billy KEEPS staring at Roger

They’d quickly figure out what’s going on with all of Billy’s not so subtle flirting Roger would probably be all uncomfortable at first but then would just start playing along after a bit

Roger and Billy’s first exchange after Billy’s been staring for longer than he should’ve been:

R: “You got a problem man?” B: “Yeah, you’re not on top of me right now” *winks and walks away*

*Roger sputters*

*as Billy’s walking away* (showing his ass more than necessary) “I’m in love with my car is my favorite by the way!!” *Roger to Freddie* “You know what, he’s welcome back ANYTIME” *Billy turns the corner and starts squealing and jumping around because THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN* Then they become friends and billy CONSTANTLY invites roger to have threesomes with him and Steve Holy shit can you imagine if he were to say yes like the 100th time Billy asks R: “Fine! But I am not taking anything up my ass” B: “Oh don’t you worry baby, that’s my job” R: “And I’m ONLY doing it just this once so you stop asking” B: “Alright, but trust me, you’re gonna wanna do it again” Billy would make it home and just start SCREAMING Steve: “What, did Roger do something hot again?” B: “HE HE-AND THEN HE- AHHH STEVE STEVIE HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT BABY WE’RE GONNA- I’M GONNA- FUUUUCCKKK” S: “Ok Billy! BILLY!! You need to calm down before you hyperventilate!! Deep breaths come on, with me” *after he’s calmed down a bit* S: “Ok baby you wanna try again?” B: “Rog-Roger said-he said he-he agreed to the threesome!! HES GONNA FUCK ME STEVIE” *rambles on about Roger’s dick* “oh god it’s probably soooo big baby! Not as big as you, but still big!” And Steve is just sat there staring at him, slightly in awe because he’s going to have a threesome with a rockstar, but also kinda jealous because his boyfriend is waayy too excited for his comfort. S: “Whoa whoa—when is this happening Billy?” B: “TOMORROW NIGHT!” S: “WAIT WHAT?” B: “YEAH! That means we can’t fuck tonight though, I wanna be so ready for him.” S: “But you promised me—“ B: “Don’t worry baby, there’s plenty of other ways for me to get you off” *wink* *immediate blush from steve* Billy jumps up, “oh god, we need to clean the apartment. I have to go buy lube and condoms. You think he’s ever fucked a guy before? I‘m gonna turn him gay baby, just you wait.” *grabs his keys and runs out the door* Roger would walk in the door and be SO visibly uncomfortable and nervous. Steve, seeing this, hands him a beer and asks “so. . . You ever done this before? You know, with a guy and all?” “Oh uh no I haven’t but Freddie wouldn’t shut up last night giving me tips” “Well Billy’s really excited. honestly, I would be jealous but this has been a dream of his LONG before he met me” *roger blushes* “oh wow, didn’t know that. He was so cool about it, you know, besides the whole incessantly asking thing.” * stevie laugh * “He’s a good actor.” *sounds from the other room, Steve leans over* “He’ll be out in a sec, but just keep this in mind— Billy’s hottest when he’s breaking in front of you. So ruin him.” “What does that even mean?” “You’ll know. Trust me.” Billy walks out “What have my boys been talking about?” And Steve’s like “Nothing baby, c’mere” *making out in front of roger* *Rogers eyes go wide and his mouth drops open* “O-ok I might be able to get behind this after all” *steve and Billy both reach out and grab his arms pulling him towards them* “Alright Roger lets see if you’re as good as they say you are” *Roger chugs down the rest of his beer* “Ah Fuck it” *billy internally screaming like we are at this almost smut* “I get the first taste” *furiously kisses roger who is quite literally swept off his feet by them and pulled into their bedroom* *roger is making Eddie kissing Venom sounds* • s e x • (calm down the good shit is at the end) *Afterwards* *all parties very out of breath* R: “. . . F U C K” B: “Shit man are you freaking out???” S: “Oh my god Roger are you like ok???” R: “Yeah yeah I’m fine it’s just I owe Freddie $100 now” S: “What did you guys bet that you wouldn’t go through with it or something?” R: “No we bet on whether I’d enjoy it or not” B: “Shit Did we turn THE Roger Taylor gay???!!!!??” R: “Just a LITTLE ok!!” B: “haHA!!!” B: “STEVIE BABY I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” R: “Told him what?” B: “That this ass would be able to make you gay” R: “Yeah. You fuckin told him. That’s a good fuckin ass. Might need to have it again sometime.” B: “Did. . . Did you SERIOUSLY just say you want my ass AGAIN?” R: “Yeah, why?” *billy faints* R: “Oh god is he okay?” S: “Yeah just give him a sec he’ll be fine. He does this kind of a lot. NEVER say the number ‘10’ around him.” R: “What’s wrong with the number 10?” *Billy waking up* B: “Hopper what???” S: “He’s not here Billy don’t get your hopes up” B: “Mmm THAT’S a shame”

R: “Damn You two are almost as bad as Freddie” B: *cackling* “you WISH” *Billy shoots up in bed* “WAIT GUYS. BEST IDEA. FOURSOME- US AND HOPPER” R: “Who is—“ S: “NO BILLY. NEVER GONNA HAPPEN. I DO NOT C A R E HOW BIG HIS FUCKIN DICK IS.” (I’m sorry but we have an ironic love for Hoppingrove)

R: “Wait are you implying that you know someone with a 10 inch dick???” B: “YES” S: “BILLY. NO.” Roger and Billy walk into the recording studio the next day and everyone is SILENT Roger doesn’t say anything but he walks over to Freddie and hands him the $100 The whole band just starts yelling “AYYYYYYY YOU GET ‘IM TAYLOR” (Fondly) “Aww fuck off you guys” Freddie INSISTS on so many in depth details And billy is MORE than happy to oblige B: “Boys, you wouldn’t BELIEVE the things roger can do with that mouth of his” *roger turns bright red* *brian turns around and starts leaving* Brian: “Oh god, ok I’m done listening” B: “But don’t you wanna hear about how good I am at riding dick? Roger’ll tell you all about it. He was SUPER vocal last night.” Freddie’s leaning on his hand like “tell me MORE!” *Roger somehow gets MORE red* B: “And oh my god he actually agreed to blow Steve, hottest thing I’ve seen In a LONG time” Freddie: “Oooooooooooooh Did my advice help?!? I made sure to walk him through how it works!!” B: “Is THAT why he was so good???” *Roger starts loudly playing the drums and singing I’m in love with my car* *talking over the drums* F: “DID HE DO THAT THING WITH HIS TONGUE?” B: “HOLY SHIT YES THAT DROVE STEVE CRAZY!” F: “OH! ROGER YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME FOR ONCE!” *roger screaming* “RATHER BUY ME A NEW CARBURETOR” B: “AND DAMN DOES HE KNOW HOW TO FUCK! THOSE GIRLS WERE N O T LYING” *Roger screaming louder* “CARS DON’T TALK BACK THEY’RE JUST FOUR WHEELED FRIENDS NOW” *Billy somehow louder* “HE EVEN SAID HE’D DO IT AGAIN!!” *freddie to Roger* “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU DARLING!!!”

*roger just screaming unintelligibly* F: “ROGER! QUIET!” He stops, and is panting Billy elbows Freddie like B: “He was panting just like that last night” R: “BYE” *hits them both with his drumsticks as he’s leaving* *simultaneously through their laughter* "Ooh so you’re into THAT aren’t you??” R: “Fuck you both” B: “Please???” *flips them off while laughing* *pops his head back through the door* R: “Actually, I’d rather have Steve fuck ME. That’d be interesting.” *slams it* *billy and Freddie slowly turn to look at each other and start screaming* “THAT’S SO FUCKING HOT” *cough* he totally gets fucked over his drum set at some point *cough* And he LOVES it S T O P FUCK HE LOVES IT SO MUCH. HE AND STEVE FUCK BILLY OVER THE DRUM SET SO BILLY CAN ENJOY IT TOO AND HE PLAYS THEM WHILE THEY’RE DOING IT

HE MAKES BILLY GUESS THE SONG AND AS SOON AS HE CAN’T ANYMORE THEY KNOW HE’S GONE HE PLAYS I’M IN LOVE WITH MY CAR AND WHEN HE CAN’T EVEN GET THAT ONE THEY KNOW HE’S R E A L L Y GONE

BILLY’S SOBBING ALL OVER THE DRUMS AND THERE’S CUM AND SPIT AND LUBE ON EVERYTHING AND ROGER KEEPS ON PLAYING AND FUCKING AND THE DRUMS MAKE THE GROSSEST SOUNDS BECAUSE THEY’RE COVERED BUT ITS THE BEST F U C K AND STEVE CANT HANDLE IT AND BILLY’S MUSH AND ROGER IS COMPLETELY IN CHARGE AND HE KNOWS IT

Fuck wait Roger wincing/whimpering when he sits down to play the next day YES WHIMPERING IS BETTER He forgets to clean off the drums and Brian asks him about it BR: “Roger, what’s up with the drums? Why are they so. . . Sticky?” R: “NO CLUE” Freddie pops in late “He fucked on those drums” R: “FREDDIE!” “What? It’s true!” BR: “WHAT THE HELL ROGER?! WHY!????!!!” R: *mumbled* “it was hot ok??” BR: *exasperated* “can’t you at least clean them after?!” R: “I mean I would’ve if my legs still worked” BR: “FUCK MAN is that why you were being all weird when you sat down??” R: “. . .” Brian walks away muttering “Not like I fuck on my damn guitar. Can’t believe I touched that shit.”

part two

#steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #harringrove #ben hardy #roger taylor

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softstraykidsimagines · 6 years

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Boyfriend!I.N (Jeongin)

MASTERLIST

WOOT WOOT

Little Jeongin!

This is gonna be so damn fluffy watch out

Here we go!!!

Ok so Jeongin is shy at the best of times

So God help this poor child while he has a crush on you

He won’t even be able to talk to you properly

Most likely runs away whenever he gets embarrassed

Which is very often

Just

Can’t function

If one of the members even try the subject of his crush on you when you’re in the room

He lets instinct take over

And he dolphin screams to distract everyone

As people look in his direction

Because he is hella loud

He’ll scream again and die on the inside

Why can’t I think straight with y/nnnnn

He’d be so frustrated with himself

He’ll probably mentally slap himself every other second when he talks to you

Why did you say that? What is y/n gonna think of you?! IDIOT

I highly doubt he’d confess to you himself

At least in person

One of the members probably told you

So you went to see him

And scared the bejesus out of him when you asked if it was true

But he eventually nodded and confessed and VERY quietly asked you out this baby my God save him

To which you OBVIOUSLY said yes

And he probably jumped around happily to your response

Tried to stay cool, because he is Mature™

But as soon as you were not around he’d scream with happiness and run around because he is a ball of energy and he’s gonna explode

He’s whipped, your grace

Dates with Jeongin

Is it really such a mystery?

So so SO soft

His first date with you was going to a carnival

Because he made it his new goal in life to win you a stuffed toy

And win your heart forever

Little did he know that had already happened

Got really grouchy when he didn’t win anything

But immediately felt better when you both had something to eat who doesn’t feel better with food?

Forgot how to human when the date came to an end

And you kissed him on the cheek

Half as a joke, he collapsed onto the ground in a heap of giggles not really a joke it was genuine

He was, at that moment, the happiest boy to walk the planet

You can probably guess that this kid is too shy for PDA

But he’s all for hand holding wherever you two go

He really loves to swing your arms back and forth like children cause that’s what you are

Sometimes will peck your cheek if he’s feeling bold

If you initiate skinship out and about, he’s gonna turn a dark shade of red

But will hold in his squeal thank goodness

If the members tease him for being shy

Because where’s the lie

He’ll greet you and become insanely clingy

If you ask him why he won’t tell you

“I just really really really wanted to hug you”

“Jeongin you’ve been clinging onto me for 10 minutes, are you okay? And what if the boys tease you”

“They won’t I’m proving a point”

“Say what?!”

First kiss.

You’d think it’d be you who would have to make the first move right?

Wrong.

So freaking wrong

Because realise: once he makes his mind up about something, Jeongin carries his decision through to the end

And he decided to make a certain evening walk in the park very special

You were walking around, and it had gotten dark, only a few street lamps lit your way

You were both talking about absolute nonsense, laughing at each others jokes etc

And then he suddenly became very serious

“Can I ask you a favour? It’s really important to me…”

You got kinda nervous, because when was the last time Jeongin managed to keep a strait face like that?

From his pocket he pulled out a chain bracelet, with a pretty but subtle pattern on it. “Can you wear this? For me? And whenever you’re sad, or scared, look at it and think of me, and I can protect you”.

You were absolutely dumbstruck, so you just quietly let him out the bracelet on

You were about to cry as well

He showed you a second one which he had on his own wrist. “I want this to be something special between us”

And then he siezes the moment

And connects his lips with yours

Very gently

He kisses you so delicately, like you’re made of ice, about to break

When you part, he smiles softly

And starts walking again, calmly

Making you stand there confused af

Like where tf is shy Jeongin? Who is this?

Spoiler alert, it’s I.N, not soft Jeongin

Oh lord prepare yourself before meeting the rest of SKZ

Physically and mentally

Knowing them they’ll probably try to lift you up and get you to crowd surf

While still teasing the Maknae

They’ll be so protective of you, just like with Jeongin

You have become family, don’t doubt that for half a second

You are also now in charge of being the mood lifter for Jeongin

And his reassurance

Especially if he’s sick

Because he gets really tired whenever he so much as catches a cold, because he refuses to stop working and rest common sense who?

And when he’s tired, he thinks way more negatively

You were once alone with him in the practice room, and he was trying to improve a few moves to a really difficult choreography

For a while he kept smiling like the child he is, staying positive

But after trying over and over, having to catch his breath from fatigue, having trouble breathing from a blocked nose, he still couldn’t get the moves right

And out of pure exhaustion and frustration, he burst into tears no judging I’ve had this it’s painful

You immediately went over and hugged him tightly, reassuring him and calming him down

You both sat together on the floor, until he wasn’t upset anymore, but you still refused to let him practice after that

You took him home and looked after him until he passed out that night

The members were confused af as well

“What’s wrong with Jeongin?”, asked Chan, being his usual protective-leader self

You replied simply because you didn’t want to upset the other boys. “He got frustrated at the dance he’s learning, and was exhausting himself, so I dragged him home to sleep...”

They were all really grateful the you were looking after Jeongin so well, and their love for you with the Maknae you only grew

Now this boy is not at all afraid of speaking his mind

So you two basically leave everything out in the open

No secrets

If one of you is pissed at the other, you will freaking say that you’re pissed at them

You don’t hold back

So then you can both talk rather freely about why you might be pissed

Basically what I’m saying is that fights are super rare

Because they don’t even get a chance to start when you two are so open with each other

So at most you bicker over food

But there are times

Like I said, insanely rarely

Jeongin doesn’t tell you how much he’s struggling

He doesn’t want to seem like he’s complaining too much so he stays quiet about his worries about being an idol

It’s a bit like his situation during The 9th: he doesn’t want to burden anyone about feeling down, so he keeps a bright smile on his face

You kinda sense that there’s something up, but he convinces you for a long time that he is totally fine

But when it becomes too much

Being tired, frustrated, stressed and worked to the bone, and he still hasn’t said anything to anyone

He’ll break and yell at you over something not even worth yelling about

It’ll shock you so much that you’ll flinch away from him

He won’t just yell at you

He’ll yell about how tired he is, about how unfair he thinks it is that he can’t learn a dance as quickly as anyone else

He’ll yell about everything and nothing

You understand quickly that he’s letting of steam, getting it all off his chest

So once he’s quiet again, breathing heavily, crying silently

You’ll hug him gently, and reassure him that you’re there no matter what and that he can ramble and complain all he wants with you

NO MORE ANGST IM OUTTA HERE

He tries to force you to watch Mukbang, until you threaten him that you’ll secretly feed him black beans

You both love blasting Bruno Mars in the dorms, driving SKZ up the wall as you sing at the top of your lungs

He’ll try to teach to sing trot like him

But you both know that you’ll never be as good at singing it as him

He loves texting you whenever he has a spare half-second

He always gets in trouble with the other members because as soon they stop what they're doing, he's off to get his phone

“Where did Jeongin go”, asked Woojin. “He was here a second ago...”

Chan sighed. “I can take a guess. JEONGIN PUT THAT DAMN PHONE DOWN!”

He uses his Maknae Influence™ to get our of trouble lol

You both like to try and cook together

Doesn't really work

You usually end up making a mess

Or if you’re baking something

Like cookies

You'll end up eating all the batter before it even reaches the oven

Stray Kids will be deprived of cookies RIP

When you suggest him meeting your family

He gets super nervous

But refuses to show it

You'll kind of pick up on his attitude

The way he answers questions on the matter so directly and seriously

But you're too kind and high-key impressed to point it out

But when he does meet your fam he's super smiley and actually seems genuinely comfortable

You on the other hand

Get hella stressed when you're supposed to meet his parents

Will they approve?

Will his brothers like you?

As soon as you voice your concerns to Jeongin

He hugs you, reassuring you that they'll all adore you

He couldn't have been more right

His parents are so so sweet and love you from the word go

Both his brothers love you just as much

Especially his younger brother, who just idolises you

It’s so cute

You immediately exchange contacts and stay in touch

Jeongin ended up making a group chat with you and his bros because he was so excited that you got on so well

His favourite thing to do in the evening with you is just watch a random show

From a K-Drama to a weird comedy neither of had ever seen

He just likes relaxing with you, usually with your legs draped over his lap

Probably screamed the first time you walked over wearing one of his jumpers

“ISN'T THAT MINE?”

“Oh, sorry I'll go put it back...”

“DON'T YOU EVEN DARE I LOVE IT”

Low-key snuck his hoodies into your closet just so he could see you wear them

But as soon as you brought it up

He'd refuse to give any answer on the matter

“What are you talking about? You must have stolen them yourself, thief”.

“Alright, I'll give them back, then”.

“No no, you stole them, so you must keep them”

“... Right”

The first time he said 'I love you’ resembled your first kiss

He had thought about it and planned it out

The plan didn't really work

He'd meant to cook something for you

And watch your favourite movie

And surprise you by just saying ‘I love you’ casually

But he messed up dinner

Accidentally spilled too much salt into the dish

So instead ordered takeout from your favourite place

Then

Just because the universe was against him, for some unknown reason, the movie wouldn't work

So you ended up watching something else

And he was about to give up and plan for another day

But it just kinda slipped out?

“I'm sorry I couldn't make this a perfect night”, he said, dejected. “I wish I could just... easily show you how much I love you...”

Sort of panicked after he said it

He started stuttering while trying to explain himself

Until you kissed him to shut him up

Telling him that you loved him too

And that's how he had a happiness heart attack

This bean will go public after a couple of years

He posted a photo of you smiling brightly in a cafe

With a simple caption: 'Love you so much’

Now naturally the internet is gonna die because hello?

Little baby Jeongin is dating?!

But after a few hours of commotion there's gonna be something unexpected

People will recognise you

From clips in SK TALKER

They'd seen the two of you

Just barely within the view of the camera

Messing around and playing a bunch of games to pass the time

Some had naturally insisted that you two were dating

But you were mostly just written off as Jeongin’s best friend who had come to see him a few times backstage

But now that he had officially announced your relationship

There were A LOT of people saying 'I told you so’ on the internet

Whoops

Low-key, kpop fandoms area group of mini Sherlock Holmes’

He becomes so happy at the very mention of your name

Low-key hopes in every convo that someone will bring you up

Just so that he can talk about you nonstop

He talks a lot about you

SKZ always get a real earful

Especially when they’re away

He'll never stop talking about you which pisses pretty much everyone off

His coping mechanism for being away from you is just to recap a bunch of his favourite moments with you

So naturally anyone within earshot of him will hear a bunch of cute stories about you two

Right up until the moment he sees you again

Thank heavens the rest of SKZ will say as they watch the Maknae crush you in a hug, giggling excitedly

All in all, you two have a soft af relationship

With lots of giggles, cuddles surprisingly, and a lot of love

Can I please just get a Jeongin??

There we go! That concludes my soft-ass day!

Now, I’m going away on holiday (sooner than I thought I would), but that’s not gonna stop me from writing! There’ll just be a few posts that won’t be on the Masterlist for a while. But as soon as I get access to any computer, I’ll update the Masterlist :)

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #imagine #kpop imagines #jeongin #jeongin imagines #yang jeongin #stray kids jeongin #JYP #jyp entertainment #scenario #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #jeongin scenario #boyfriend

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[[ hi here’s a text convo me and dani were having during the iimono text convo woohoo feelings ]]

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:16 AM

iida's definition of alright is "im not completely hurting to the point where it is hard to do or think abt anything else"

rickyLast Sunday at 4:17 AM

THATS A BAD DEFINITION IIDA

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:17 AM

if he can do his duties without being hindered he's "alright"

rickyLast Sunday at 4:18 AM

like tbh monoma's big feels rn are like

1) i wanna communicate but it feels like iida doesnt actually communicate with me ever

2) i wanna be honest but it feels like iida isnt being honest with me

3) i've been opening up a lot which im! proud of!! i can face my emotions now! but iida isnt facing HIS emotions with me and i thought uHh being a couple means we do that together so i guess i'll go fuck myselfsdfskhdgbg

but ALSO from an outside perspective iida Does Communicate and Is Honest... way more than monoma perceives it but monoma sucks. at being able to identify it

A L S O he cant stand iida taking care of him so much sfhgbsfbhsg hes starting to feel rly coddled and he Does Not Like It

and thats largely just cuz hes so unstable and feels guilty about it now that hes more aware of it and wants to either just shut down and stop emoting around iida or, like, he wants to get to take care of iida if/when he ever breaks down cuz then it'll be Equals

kdfgdfhbdfgs i just had a hunch and it was right, monoma is actually older than iida sdfbjhgs

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:22 AM

WAIT HE IS

HES OLDER,

rickyLast Sunday at 4:27 AM

but yeah i think the other thing is that monoma wants stuff from iida but like has not been able to rly voice it (i feel like this is the first time he has ever talked like This Much about emotional bullshit) but also TBH he feels brushed aside every time iida gives him one of his lil speeches

cuz he doesnt respond very well to positivity and also will just latch onto the negative aspects

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:30 AM

WOW then u have iida whos just like "dude im not a fuckign mind reader tell me what u want"

rickyLast Sunday at 4:30 AM

WHICH I KNOW BUT HE'S WORKING ON IT.....

iida: communicate pls monoma: ok heres a big rambling post about stuff i feel iida: ok thats nice. can you communicate with me pls tho monoma: I JUST DID HSDFKGGBDFSG I'LL JUST GO FUCK MYSELF THEN I GUESS--

^ is how he feels

also hes scared of the Boyfriend Conversation

which i think i've told you before, hes scared cuz of the sex addiction thing but also,

ppl keep coercing him to sex and he doesnt wanna date iida and then be coerced into Officially Cheating,,, pseudo cheating isnt acceptable either but at least like,,, hes Technically not betraying him,

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:36 AM

THE RAMBLING THING isnt clear to iida bc its like yes that is how he feels but he is not telling me What He Wants From Me

rickyLast Sunday at 4:37 AM

YEAH thats what i noticed today +_+!!!

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:38 AM

its like monoma is offering his stance but not a solution or a compromise

rickyLast Sunday at 4:38 AM

monoma doesnt rly know that's what he's supposed to do hjbsjfsg

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:38 AM

does iida have to spell it out

rickyLast Sunday at 4:38 AM

y es

like, the last thing iida said kind of made monoma be like

wait lemme look at it again

ok he said he wanted to know the reasons behind his actions and monoma was like,,,,wha--

cuz... 1) theres like never actually a reason and 2) he didnt know iida wanted that from him

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:40 AM

rickyLast Sunday at 4:40 AM

like monoma barely even recognizes half his actions cuz theyre all based on impulses and tbh if nobody pointed them out he'll just move on like nothing's happened

like he compartmentalizes,,, s o much,,,,,, and then represses it like instantly like TBH

like barely anyone talks about monoma's growing alcoholism so he just keeps doing that, and no one has had the chance to tell him to stop communicating with villains so he kept doing that too but like. Because it wasnt pointed out he barely has a problem with it and can function fine

everyone harps on him for the sex stuff tho so he's just like Drowning In Guilt

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:44 AM

is there literally-- any way iida can actually help him because, i just , wow

rickyLast Sunday at 4:44 AM

sfjgkdfg

iida: here's a list of questions to communicate with, pls answer monoma: dissociates instantly

whOH YEAH DEFINITELYi know that sounds all depressing sjhsdfghthe fix is honestly super easy tbh

小林未郁Last Sunday at 4:45 AM

HE ASKED TWO WHOLE QUESTIO-jvhcfdjsjcxsdjhds

god im glad there is indeed a fix

rickyLast Sunday at 4:45 AM

I WAS TYPING UP MORE META I HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET

monoma's problem is literally just that he doesnt have the vocabulary for, like, anything

what he wants is an open relationship but he doesnt know what that is and TO BE QUITE FRANK his only knowledge of one is fucking sen and kosei

so like, he's only hesitating so much cuz he doesnt know how to voice what he wants cuz Tbh monoma hates not sounding smart and being emotive means bumbling around like an idiot

he still feels brushed off tho,

iida bls be sad around him more

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:02 AM

IIDA DOESNT LIKE BEING SAD

its weird for him

he always like

how do i put this

he takes his sadness, pisses on it, and sets it on fire

rickyLast Sunday at 5:02 AM

oh God i just realized iida is doing the same thing the guy i was gay for did FUCKMeJFBJHFBGDG

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:03 AM

oh he pissed on his sadness too? worm

rickyLast Sunday at 5:03 AM

he did the 'im alright is actually crashing and burning in super slow motion for months at a time' thing

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:03 AM

iida is hollow more often than he is sad

1JDCKCDSNHSDSNDSCJ

rickyLast Sunday at 5:05 AM

meanwhile i had the loudly has breakdowns and then gets upset about being taken care of despite him insisting because of his Fetish for taking care of people thing

me: glares at iidas Fetish

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:06 AM

ok this is more of a hc but

iida likes taking care of ppl bc his parents rarely took care of him uwus

o hes like

rickyLast Sunday at 5:07 AM

CRIES

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:07 AM

being the Dad and Mom he never had

rickyLast Sunday at 5:07 AM

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

see that Sucks cuz my hc is that monoma was raised to be as self sufficient as possible as Fast as possible which meant wow we aint got time for emotions fam just Put Them In A Box

oh is the box overflowing, put the BOX in a BIGGER BOX

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:08 AM

emotionally stunted boys sure are great

rickyLast Sunday at 5:08 AM

i k r

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:08 AM

only in theory tho,

rickyLast Sunday at 5:08 AM

LOL

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:08 AM

irl i wouldve just

choked them

rickyLast Sunday at 5:09 AM

sobs angrily about iida

share your emotions biiiiiiitchhhh

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:09 AM

hits the back of monoma's head

rickyLast Sunday at 5:09 AM

hEY

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:09 AM

just tell him what u want u stupid fuckJCDFJDSSD

rickyLast Sunday at 5:09 AM

HE WANTS YOU TO SHARE HIS EMOTIONS HSFBGJHFGS HE SAID THAT!!!!AND IIDA WAS LIKE, NAH

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:10 AM

IIDA ISNT RLLY THAT SURE OF HIS EMOTIONS EITHER THATS WHY!!!

HE THINKS HES THIS BUT HES ACTUALLY SOMETHING ELSE

rickyLast Sunday at 5:10 AM

THATS MONOMAS PROBLEM TOO YOU BUTT DFHBSDFGJGSG

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:10 AM

FUCK

rickyLast Sunday at 5:11 AM

OHMY

GODSTRANGLES THEM BOTH

IIMONO: FEELINGS?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:11 AM

w iida its more like. he knows deep down but he doesnt , think , its important enough , to be addressed

rickyLast Sunday at 5:11 AM

i i d a b l s

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:11 AM

"as class rep i must be a leader before anything else!!!!!"

rickyLast Sunday at 5:12 AM

monoma is honestly like 'iida help this is the very first time in my life i have felt Guilt what am i supposed to do with this!!!!!!

iida: whats wrong monoma: IM SAD???? WHY DIDNT ANYONE EVER TELL ME WHAT A CONSEQUENCE WAS iida: ,

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:14 AM

JXVCDJXCDSAHJSDSDJ

rickyLast Sunday at 5:15 AM

and t b h he kind of is like, automatically expecting like... a Reward for getting this far but iida just kind of keeps being like 'okay cool. and what else'

and monoma is like HJSFBKHBFGS THAT TOOK ME 3 WEEKS TO FIGURE OUT B L S

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:28 AM

fuckcdncnddxjsn

rickyLast Sunday at 5:28 AM

,,,, in person or continue the text

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:29 AM

CCCCONTINUE...they rarely text god pls

rickyLast Sunday at 5:30 AM

TBH YEAH...

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:30 AM

iida has no Time for his phone he needs to read 30 chapters ahead so he doesnt fall behind!!!

rickyLast Sunday at 5:30 AM

monoma is Traumatized by all their other text convos so he doesnt--

im including the times when i post this btw because God Damn i love that its likefucking 5am over here

小林未郁Last Sunday at 5:31 AM

GO TO BED?

rickyLast Sunday at 5:31 AM

this is 500% a 'im sad texting my bitchass pseudo bae about my feelings at fucking sunrise after they kept me up crying all night' conversation

whats a bed

#such a good talk lordt i love dani's iida so much fgmsdfghfgfdsg #claws at her... more headcanons.. bitch #monoma.hc #iimono.meta

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