The Illusion of Choice

From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light. 

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned. 

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise. 

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed. 

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Part 2? Anybody?

The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash​ ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped  awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

Job Benefits. (Part One)

new beginnings ‧₊˚✩彡. - chapter one.

you can find part two here : part two : undesirable

pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader

warnings : cursing

wordcount : 1960

a/n : something that i’ve been working on for a while now. this is self indulgent as all hell and i’m starting a new series n idk when it’ll end necessarily but ceo gojo is all i need in my life. also i have like 300 million requests to go through but i PROMISE i’ll get them done! i just need to finish my valentines event thingy and i’ll be open! 

it has come to my attention that gojo is his surname and i’m too lazy to fix anything other then the first name basis part im so sorry LOl

         It’s no secret that you like working the office.      Even as a child you enjoyed the formal atmosphere when you walked into your parent’s workplace, and even better, you enjoyed organizing stuff. Growing up, your favorite pass time was cleaning and organizing which caused you to excel in school, coupled with your natural smarts. Your peers would constantly tease you, telling you that you were a boring kid- but hey, you’d be making lots of money, and what better job would there be for you, aside from being someone’s secretary?      Those were the first words that came across your mind as soon as you stepped into the prestigious building, heels rhythmically hitting the stainless floor, suitcase in hand. It was also the first lie that you’d tell yourself in there.      You had known about this company even as a child. One that sold just about everything, the most notable being luxurious clothing, but something the company was also well known for? How attractive the family was.      Sure it was a bit weird, but in defense of the general public their appearances were rare, only once in a while you’d see the family on TV. Waving in their limousine, blowing kisses and doing things rich people do, or maybe ignoring the cheering crowd of journalists and news reporters, hell like you knew.     Catching glimpses of the wildly white haired family was something every paparazzi threw themselves at, and picking up a magazine or going to search something on the internet would be sure to be chock full of pictures of the esteemed family. The highlight of the family being the son, just because of how handsome he was, and also happened to be the most publicly known and fawned over family member-     Gojo fucking Satoru.      Luckily for you, he was your boss, so you could probably reveal the tiniest of secrets and make major bank. Unluckily for you, he was childish as all hell, not to mention you found childish people incredibly annoying. The worst thing? You were his secretary.      That could only spell out doom for a man like him, and a woman like you, who only wanted to get business done and nothing else. You two truly did not mix.     Two months prior, you had gotten the job and was finally excited to have stable income after graduating. Your hirers didn’t tell you anything about having to babysit a manchild though.     And so, that’s how you found yourself sitting in the comfortable plush leather office chair, fumbling under the piles of paperwork and fan letters, cursing your boss’s name under your breath for being so unconcerned with work. Scheduling appointments, interviews, sending e-mails of unacceptance to eager authors asking to write an auto-biography, that was your life.      You’d be content with it if your boss was normal.      As soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s like he heard you think.     “(Y/N)-chan~!” you hear a familiar sing-songy voice down the rather short hallway. Your office resided right next to his, and it would only take him 30 seconds or so to walk down to your door, presumably to annoy the hell out of you. You grunt, blowing a stray hair out of your face.     This also meant that you could hear him sing from his office, even through the thick walls.      Choosing to ignore it, you instead furiously typed to another business executive’s secretary who had just emailed you about a meeting between Gojo and- well you weren’t quite sure who.      “(Y/N)-chan~ I know you hear me, don’t you know it’s disrespectful to not listen to your seniors?” his playful, deep voice was growing closer, and you straighten your back, sighing. You didn’t sign up to be a daycare worker, yet this was what you found yourself doing most of the time.      “I’m sorry, Satoru-sama, please instill me with your great knowledge, oh wise one.” rolling your eyes and rubbing your temples, you glance up from your laptop, bracing yourself for whatever would happen next. Gojo leaned on the frame of your door, head ducking slightly. He was way too tall to walk under it without any issue.      He was unnecessarily calm though, normally he’d be jumping around your office, making a mess of things, but his body language told otherwise. He was slacking off from his duties, obviously, so you weren’t too sure why he’d be acting so... Chill.     With his arms crossed, he gave you a mischievous side eye.     Growing impatient, you stand up, your knuckles grinding against the tabletop. Your brow knitted together as he peered down on you, almost tauntingly, and you hated it.  “Listen, boss. I have a lot to do today, for you, might I add as I am your secretary- and if you’re going to sit around I don’t think I’ll get to these emails and phone calls and everything fast enough. May I kindly assist you with anything? If not I’ll have to ask you to go back to... Whatever you were doing.”      Gojo looked at you, wide-eyed and unblinking, like he didn’t expect such a sassy remark. “Oh my, sweetie. Someone has a naughty mouth... To your boss of all people? How mean! I don’t think I remember putting, ‘allowed to be rude to the Satoru clan’ down on the job benefits.. What’s with the formal tone as well? So unnecessary, just be yourself when you’re talking to me.”     He sauntered closer to your desk, and your breath hitched, this was one of the first times you’d seen him up close like this, and you swore that you could hear your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest. You don’t know what that could mean; but what you did know was that you wanted to slap him or punch a hole into the glass window right behind you and throw him off the 15 floor building. Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered:      “Or, if you wanna stick with the business voice- call me sir. Got that?”     You nod before looking down at your desk, feeling your body heat up for seemingly no particular reason. Did this guy have any knowledge of a private bubble? Whatever, this was your superior. If it was any boss you’d probably be fired by now. You were lucky to be forgiven.     “Yes, sir. May I comment on something... Er, sir?”     “I’m all ears.” standing back up from leaning over your incredibly messy desk, you looked up at him, he looked down at you in response, with beady little “innocent” eyes through his circular shades.      “I didn’t mean to be sassy, I only wish for this relationship to be professional and nothing else.... I, um, truly do apologize and I ask for your forgiveness.” you studied the wall as you say this, fidgeting with your hands and the hem of your pencil skirt. It was a bit awkward to talk to him as if he wasn’t a kid, but it did feel certainly refreshing.      “Is that so?” you turn your head to look back at him as a sign of respect, an eyebrow of his is raised, and a smug smirk is playing at his lips. He talked with such an aura of arrogance around him, you instantly regret being respectful. Yet, you restrain yourself from slapping that stupid smirk off his stupidly handsome face.      Why did all the handsome ones have to be so annoying?      Fuck, no, that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. Even though it was only in your mind, you felt so embarrassed, and had no idea why. It wasn’t like he could read your thoughts, and it was just a mindless compliment, nothing flirtatious about it.       Finally, he spoke. “Aw. (Y/N), I knew we picked well when we hired you. So respectful and professional! What more can I ask for out of a secretary? I humbly accept your apology- but first please do something for me.” he whistled in the other direction as he picked up one of your cute stationary pens, hastily sliding it into his blazer’s pockets.     “Yes, sir?” you brace yourself for impact yet again. Not noticing that he stole one of your favorite pens.     “Slack off a little. None of my secretaries ever worked this hard. I’ll slide in an extra hour for lunch, you can go watch a movie or something-”      “No. Satoru. Contrary to your other secretaries, I actually enjoy work.” standing up now, you stomp over to Gojo, who was now giggling like a 7 year old girl. You hadn’t realized that you had called him by his first name, but honorifics wasn’t on your mind right now.     Your chest stuck out as you shoved him out of your office with your bare hands, maybe as a way of looking more threatening, as if that’d ever work against him.     “Get out of my office!” You hope your eyes are staring daggers, if he ever looked back at you.     Gojo looked at you like he was shocked, tipping his shades down just slightly as you were pushing him out into the hallway. As if he didn’t believe what he was seeing, so he had to see it with his actual eyes- but eventually laughed before accepting his eventual fate.      “On a first name basis now, aren’t we? You’re straightforward! I like straightforward girls though, it works out in your favor.”     “Shut it.”      He made sure to stiffen once in a while just to piss you off so that you couldn’t push him as easily, and before long he was back to his office.       “Cya (Y/N)!” giving you a wave and a wink, he grinned. “I’ll be sure to visit you again, your office is fun!”       That was just one of the unusual interactions that Gojo Satoru had with you, but you knew now that it certainly wouldn’t be the last.  ‧₊˚✩彡.      It didn’t take you long before you realized your favorite pen was gone.       Almost immediately, you figured out who the thief was.       It was evident by now that your relationship between you and your boss wasn’t normal, to say the least. You just couldn’t quite wrap your head around why he stole a cute carrot pen, it certainly wasn’t his style. Well, you weren’t quite sure honestly, but the way the magazine front covers posed him was... Sexual.       Maybe the hot guy liked cute carrot pens and was too scared to buy them by himself, but, it was 2021. Toxic masculinity was basically extinct.      This wasn’t on his mind when he stole your pen, though. Gojo Satoru was smart when he wanted to be. To be quite honest, he just wanted to annoy you more. It made him curious, how could one enjoy work? And be cute at the same time?     The logic made no sense to him. Attending meetings, doing interviews- this was all very boring work to Satoru, and he couldn’t wrap his head around that you enjoyed that. He hadn’t asked to inherit the company, but yet here he was now. Shit, maybe he’d ask you if you wanted the company.      He yawned before drinking his coffee, just how he liked it before taking a sip he straightened his tie, just to make sure he looked extra clean and fresh when you busted down the door, ruffling his fluffy white hair as he did so.     Gojo hated the work environment, just to be straightforward. One thing he did enjoy was the complementary luxury coffee machine, alongside several sugar packets. Placing his impossibly long stick-like legs onto the table, he sighed happily.      Cute girl being his secretary, drinking yummy coffee, the sun rays warming up the back of his head, he was truly living the life.     And then he heard it.      Loud steps against the tile floor.      And then, his door flung open.         

↬ KARASUNO AS COUPLE PICS! + headcanons

karasuno x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff

A/N! im so sorry that this is so long hhh + reblogs are appreciated and feedback is too :D i also did not read this over so im sorry if it sucks and theres errors

Daichi

Daichi would walk home with you since you lived nearby him

and since it was the weekend he thought he would hang out with you at your place

you two would stop at a nearby convince store, spliting up and searching the aisles for some ramen and chips

you ran over to the chips aisle after grabbing the ramen and saw daichi grabbing multiple bags

he shot you a big smile and you just scoffed and playfully kicked his shin

"we dont need that many bags daichi!"

"of course we do babe"

you left with 4 bowls of instant ramen and 7 different bags of chips

Sugawara

sugawara had planned this for a whole week

his sweet s/o had a hard week? prepare for some clingy bf sugawara and to be spoiled

he picked you up at 4pm to let you sleep in from staying up studying all night friday

once you arrived at the lake nearby his place, you saw the little picnic blanket

he had brought out a little speaker, playing some soft, relaxing tunes

you guys ate and talked, and even just watched the trees blow in the wind

you would hear a song you like, and you would pull sugawara to his feet to dance to the song

he would twirl you and at the end of the song he would dip you, kissing you softly

"thank you so much suga"

"anything for my sugar~"

Asahi

you were a very reckless person, and asahi loved that about you

he would always be by your side for all your adventures, but one day you decided to settle down

you invited asahi over to your small home, your parents out for the day

your small radio played some old tunes as asahi laid on your bed watching you tend to your plants or ramble on as you always did

you cuddled with him a for a few hours until you saw the orange rays come in through your window

"asahi! asahi watch the sunset with me!"

you shot out of bed and pulled your large boyfriend after you

you opened your window and sat on the window sill, swinging your legs around to the other side

being on a second floor, you started asahi

"Hey, be careful"

"get your big ass over here!"

he followed after you, sitting next to you and wrapped an arm around you as the two of you watched the sun set

Tanaka

fools. you are a pair of reckless fools

tanaka had proposed the idea of a late night hang out

you being just as wild you agreed, and thats how you found yourself with tanaka running around at night, nearly 1am

on your adventure, you found a shopping cart knocked onto its side, you and tanakas eyes meeting with a devious smirk

next thing you knew, tanaka had turned on his speaker and shuffled his spotify playlist as you climbed into the cart

"awe, i wanted you to push me!"

"slow poke! now push!"

he pushed you, running while you two shouted and laughed into the night, doja cat and NIKI playing on his speaker

i just know this mans is a doja cat fan

Nishinoya

nishinoya was a very energetic and fun person, and you were as well, but you just weren't as reckless

as you two walked down the road to your house, nishinoya rambled on and on about practice and his day

you didnt mind, being way less talkative than him, you liked to listen to him

he suddenly jumped into the air, a big happy and excited smile on his face as you could practically see a light buld above his head

"can we take a picture?"

"whats the catch?"

"okay okay, what if we do a handstand!"

you giggled at his request and he looked at you with hopeful eyes

"yes, but if i get hurt your gonna give me a piggy back!"

he sets up his camera against his school bag and sets the timer, running back to where you were

"okay okay, GO!"

you both did a handstand and held it until the timer went off and his phone clicked

Hinata

hinata loved going anywhere with you, as long as you were by his side he was already having so much fun

one day you asked him if he wanted to go to the beach, and he practically shouted in excitement

the next day, saturday, you two left in the morning to take a bus to the nearest beach, and hinata brought his bike

when you guys arrived he walked around with his bike as you ran around slightly ahead oh him in the sad

hinata had to watch over his bike so we couldn't run around with you, but then he got an idea

"hey, do you wanna go on a ride along the shore?"

"OH. MY. GOD. YES!!"

he hopped into his bike and you climbed onto the back, and you two ride along the shore at a decently quick pace

the air in your face made you feel free and you lifted your arms up, closing your eyes as you let the air hit you

hinata would take a quick glance back, but it was just long enough to see the beautiful look on your face that made him smile

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Tsukishima

even though tsukishima was cold to everyone else, he was slightly less cold towards you, and hed never admit it but you made him soft

i hc tsukishima secretly being a soft boy who enjoys relaxing and reading in his alone time, sometimes even with you

one day you come over to surprise your boyfriend, his brother opening the door for you as you greeted him and his mother.

you made your way to his room and turned the door nob

"oh tsukki!"

you opened the door and saw your boyfriend laying in a pair of yellow and black plaid pajama pants and a navy green sweater, reading as some music played on his speaker

he groaned and closed his book as you walked over to his bed and jumped into his arm

"you had to come over today? you didnt even tell me."

"i like seeing tsukishima kei in his natural habitat"

you pulled a book out of your bag, one that you and tsukishima read together often and he pulled you into his lap and opened to where you had last read

the orange rays of the sun filled his room as you two read the book, soon falling asleep in each others presence

Kageyama

constantly everyday, this boy was trying to find a way to let you into his life or show his appreciation with more than just holding your hand

one day you guys were chilling on the grass infront of his home, his mothers music playing through the living room window, loud enough for you to hear

the sun was starting to set and a slightly blue hue painted the surroundings

"hey, do you dance?"

you were a bit shocked by that question since you were usually the one to ask random questions like that

"im not that good at it but sure, why?"

kageyama stood up and held out his hand

"may i have this dance?"

you laughed at his question and took his hand, pulling yourself up

"yes you may~"

kageyamas hand rested on your hip, your hand on his shoulder and your other hands were connected at your sides

you guys slow danced, mimicking a waltz, stepping on each others shoes occasionally

kageyamas cheeks were red the whole time as he twirled you and connected his hands with both of yours

he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and you stared up in awe as your boyfriend shot a wide smile at you, one that you havent seen before

"y-your smiling!"

"w-what?"

"what did you do to kageyama!"

"i am kageyama!"

Yamaguchi

you and yamaguchi loved to be together, bestfriends and lovers, tsukishima falling victim to third wheeling, not as if he cared much tho

yamaguchi loves flowers almost as much as you do, so when he found this small flower field a few miles past his house he knew he had to take you there

you and yamaguchi walked hand snd hand to this "surprise" place he wanted you to see

when you were close, he covered your eyes and led you past the trees and rocks, placing you in the middle of the large flower field

"ready annnnndd.. open!"

you opened your eyes and froze in awe at the colorful flowers that dotted the field

you turned to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his neck, tackling him to the floor

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TADASHI!"

he winced softly as you whispered apologized and peppered his cheek in kisses and he just laughed

"I love you too y/n"

he turned to his side and plucked a daisy, smiling softly as he turned back to face you

he pushed some hair back behind your ear and placed the flower behind your ear, smiling widely as his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink

"i think you're the prettiest flower in the WHOOOOLE world!"

he placed soft kisses to your lips as you laid in the middle of the flower field

Can I have a gn reader x Aizawa? Maybe a college AU where Aizawa doesn't know how to handle his crush because he was awkward when he was young and ended up a bully who was handsy. Thank you!

EEEE this is my first ask so i hope you like it anon! :D thanks so much for requesting!

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone or encourage any of the behavior outlined in the following text. this is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. :)

wordcount: 2299

warnings: dubcon, verbal abuse, slight dumbification, forced oral sex, brief mentions of gagging/vomit (doesn’t actually happen), aizawa is an law student asshole, quirkless!AU, ooc? more likely than u think

notes: im not like a writer so when i put this in word count and saw it was 2k words i gasped-

MIDTERM

Without a doubt, Aizawa’s the smartest student in your Civil Procedure lecture. You admire him; you’re both first years, but he already has an incredible work ethic and results to show for it. He works two part-time jobs to help pay for school (alongside his impressive scholarship), studies into the late hours of the night (mostly due to his being kept awake very loud roommate), and, despite a bad habit of regularly showing up to your 8 am class slightly hungover, still manages to produce the top marks in the class. 

You’re envious of him, because you’re the exact opposite. Your tuition is paid in full by your parents, you have a wonderfully quiet apartment all to yourself, and you study as best you know how, only to practically fail every assignment. You wish you could be surprised, but the material is a dreadfully bland concoction of boring procedure and esoteric theory that you rarely get further than three or four pages into a chapter. You want to like law, you really do, but there’s something about the intricacies of drafting lawsuits that goes in one ear and out the other. It’s no surprise that you sought out Aizawa’s help, desperate to at least pass the class with a decent grade. 

You wish you hadn’t. 

You don’t understand what you do that bothers him so deeply, but something about you coaxes cruelty from somewhere dark inside of him. You always scurry towards the back of the lecture hall to grab a seat next to him, doing your best to be quiet and unassuming, but he shoots you a venomous glare or a soft flurry of harsh words. And you get it, to an extent- some days you walk into class chattering a little too loudly on the phone, and on others you loudly shuffle around in your book bag to try finding the notes that you attempted to start for this lecture (if you even brought them that day). You know it’s annoying, but you also know you don’t deserve the downright verbal abuse he throws at you for it.

“It’s hard to take notes if you forget your textbook. Try being prepared for once,” he’ll sigh as he slides his textbook to you. Like a good student, he took notes for lecture the night before, but it still took some convincing for him to spare you his textbook.

“Do you ever shut up?” He’ll interrupt you as you babble about your difficulties understanding the most recent lecture. You want to retort, tell him off for being rude, but the words die in your throat; he radiates an annoying apathy that makes you doubt the efficacy of anything you say to him.

“You wouldn’t fail every assignment if you actually studied. Or maybe, you’re actually just stupid?” He’ll quip as you clutch your paper, a red ‘47’ scrawled in the upper corner of the page littered with your professor's critiques and question marks. By contrast, Aizawa’s paper is pristine, donning a singular red mark of ‘98, nice work!’.

With a well placed glare and the sour baritone of his voice, laced with exhaustion, it’s always enough to make your stomach drop from shame and embarrassment. Under normal circumstances, you’d never allow anyone to speak to you that way, but your grade was a dire situation, and with the midterm upcoming, you forcefully swallow your pride and ask him for his help.

You have to beg, but Aizawa agrees to tutor you the day before the midterm. This grade is a make or break for the class- if you do poorly on this exam, you’ll have to drop the lecture to salvage your gpa, putting you half a semester behind your peers. It’s motivation enough to deal with his poor attitude, and the two of you end up reviewing in an empty studying room on the top floor of the library. You began the session alert and determined to catch up, but studying with him shows you just how far behind you are. The textbook sounds like foreign poetry coming from his mouth; Aizawa is nothing short of eloquent when explaining the complexities of something as boring as filing lawsuits, and you spend most of the two hours spent just zoning out, completely unable to focus.

“You’re just wasting my time at this point.” The break in his cadence snaps you out of your trance, unfocused eyes meeting his tired ones, slightly lidded in annoyance, “Are you even trying to remember the material? Or are you just expecting me to spoon-feed it to you?”

Your throat catches, forcing you to swallow a lump as you attempt to ignore his words. 

“I am trying! I just don’t understand why there are two approaches, is all,” You whine, flipping back through your sparse notes to find the section that contained the explanation. 

“I went over that almost 3 chapters ago. If you were paying attention, you would’ve stopped me by now. It’s hard to believe that you even got into this school, if this is how you studied in high school. Did your daddy pull some strings with his buddies in admissions?”

Your eyes narrow, searching harder for the correct section in your notes. That’s a pretty low blow, and even if he’s not completely wrong, it still stings. You now know for a fact you didn’t even read this part of the text, but you keep your eyes trained on the page. At this point, you’d do anything to avoid looking at Aizawa, lest you begin to cry.

“Don’t be an asshole,” is all you can muster, voice shaking with unshed tears, “Would it kill you to be a little nicer? It’s hard to focus when all you do is insult me.”

“It’s hard to focus?” He repeats, his tone a sickly sweet mockery of yours. “Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s my fault. You’re a lot dumber than you think, if you even think at all. The midterm is tomorrow, and we’re just now getting into chapter five. Don’t get mad at me for actually trying to study; if I was holding your hand through it all, we’d still be on chapter one.”

Your vision blurs and a single tear hits the lined paper of your notes, causing the ink to blur as the drop absorbs into the page. You clench your jaw and take a breath before standing up, opening your backpack to put you things away. You didn’t have to take this abuse, you could study on your own. Even if you did poorly, you’d have some of your dignity left.

“It’s pretty rude to just walk out on someone trying to help you,” Aizawa says after a moment, closing his notes shut. “Not only do you give me a headache every single morning, but I try to tutor you and you want to leave without even thanking me? I’m busy, you know? I take time that I don’t have to spare just help your sorry ass out, for free, and you’re not even capable of learning anything from it.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and move to leave, but you find yourself face to face with Aizawa, his tall frame blocking the door, arms crossed over his chest, and a thoroughly disgusted expression plastered on his features. 

“I should charge you a fee, just for completely wasting an afternoon. Absolutely ridiculous,” His tone is a juxtaposition to his demeanor; he sounds more amused than annoyed, a jeer underlying the words. It makes you feel sick, and you’re suddenly grossly aware of the fact that you're alone with him, the only method of escape blocked. It feels dangerous, and you want nothing more than to be at home, alone and safe.

“H-how much?” You stutter meekly, eager to appease him. “I don’t really have any cash on me but if you have Venmo-”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Your heart starts to jackhammer against your ribcage and panic sets in. You’re frozen in place, unwilling to ask him to elaborate. You may not be very bright, but you have a good idea of what he’s going to ask for, and you can think of a million things you’d rather do instead.

“I know your pretty little skull is practically an echo chamber, so listen closely, okay? We both know that no matter how hard you try, you won’t be ready for the exam by the end of tonight, and I have to work in an hour and a half. So, if you behave and do what I ask you, I’ll let you copy my exam answers tomorrow. Understand?”

You’re silent, paralyzed by fear. A part of you wants to run, desperately, but your mind drifts to the midterm. You know that without any help, you’ll surely fail.

That’s how you end up on your knees in front of him, tears finally streaming down your face from choking on his thick cock. 

“That’s it,” he groans breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as his head presses back against the door, “I knew you were good for something. I bet this is how you convinced your other teachers to give you a passing grade, huh? A few cocks down your throat-fuck, to save your gpa, I wouldn’t put it past you, dumb slut.”

You hate this- hate being reduced to just a mouth for him to fuck. You hate how he sneers down at you, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. You especially hate the treacherous way your spine tingles and heat pools low in your stomach at his amused growls and degrading remarks. He’s just as cruel with the way he fucks into your mouth, disregarding your comfort entirely, hand in your hair roughly guiding your head over his length. He’s almost painfully thick, stretching your lips wide, tickling the recesses of your throat in a grotesque way. You try to wiggle away slightly, just to take a small breath; you’re beginning to feel dangerously lightheaded. You begin to pull your head away but he thrusts his hips upward, holding your head down and  forcing your lips to wrap around the base of his cock.

“S’okay, baby, just relax that empty little head of yours, no need to breathe right now,” he sighs, watching you struggle against him with a smirk, watching the fear bloom in your chest and your mind buzz with the lack of oxygen. Your thrashing shifts his cock in just the right way and you violently gag, eyes widening with the painful sensation. You’re almost convinced he’s going to let you pass out, right before he yanks you off of him. You cough violently, gagging a few more times, drool spilling out of your mouth.

“Throw up on me and a failing grade will be the least of your problems,” he growls, and the threat is a sobering reminder of how fucked up this is. You meet his expectant gaze, and reluctantly return to the task at hand. You can hold out just a little longer, you tell yourself; his hips are beginning to move on their own accord and you know he won’t last much longer. All you have to do is hang on and it will all be over soon.

You know that he’s just a bully, that you’re just doing what you have to do in order to pass this class, that you’re worth more than your grades, that you aren’t stupid- but the dark part of your mind questions if he’s right. Maybe you do belong on your knees, because what do you know? Maybe you are just a dumb slut; there’s no need to study if the only thing you’re good for is swallowing.

The shameful thought forces a new torrent of tears to pour from your eyes, gagging once more on both your tears and his cock, and the look of pure despair on your face pushes him over the edge. Aizawa yanks your head from his cock with a curse and you flinch as his hot cum hits your face. There’s a lot of it, the viscous seed slowly dripping down your face. The sensation is downright disgusting. You feel dirty and used, your throat sore, knees burning, lips swollen from his brutal assault. He presses the tip of his cock on your cheek, smearing his load all over your skin with a cruel laugh.

Through your panting, you keep your eyes closed for a little bit, hoping that maybe this is an awful nightmare and you’ll wake up in your dorm, with an extra day to study and a little more hope in your heart. 

The sound of a camera shutter rips you from your fantasy, opening your eyes to see Aizawa grinning at his phone. You’re too shocked to say anything, only staring at him incredulously from your position on the floor in front of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know?” He hums as he tidies himself up and grabs his bag. “So photogenic, I’ll be able to get off to this for weeks. Who knows what good you’d be if you were dumb and ugly.”

You didn’t notice that you had stopped crying, but the fresh tears and sound of your own sobs call your attention to fact.

“Try and clean up before you leave, alright? I know you’re a little too stupid to remember, but I don’t think it’d be a good look for you to walk around covered in cum.”

The door clicks closed, and through your sobs you look around at the room, only to notice that there aren’t any tissues left laying around. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

(But at least you get an A- on your midterm.)

throwback ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x reader

summary: you see a picture of young spencer and find him way too attractive. 1306 words

a/n: the gif is the spencer im talking abt btw

When you step into the bullpen, after delivering files to Hotch, everything is in a state of chaos. Well, compared to what it usually is.

“Y/N! You need to see this!”

JJ waves you over to Morgan’s desk, where Emily is already giggling as Rossi grins, arms crossed. You instinctively look to Spencer’s desk, and his head is resting on a stack of files. You have no idea what’s happening.

Morgan’s chuckling when you approach and peak to look at what’s showing on his monitor. It’s a series of pictures, ones you’ve never seen before, and you immediately notice that you’re not in any of them. So these were taken before you joined the BAU?

Morgan, still chuckling, moves the mouse to enlarge a picture in the far right. The second it opens and you realise who it is, you gasp.

“Spencer?! Is that you?!”

Spencer groans from his desk. The picture, that you assume was taken by press during a case, is perfect quality, so you see every detail. Spencer’s hair is parted at the side and slicked, giving him side-swooping bangs that you never would’ve thought looked good until you saw it on him. He’s wearing a sweater vest, obviously, which combined with his seemingly too big grey jacket makes him look like he’s wearing his grandfather’s clothes.

The most important part is his glasses.

You’ve seen Spencer in glasses several times. There’s been abrupt early starts that mean he hasn’t had time to shove contact lenses in, and several occasions when you’ve stayed over one another’s place that he’s either gotten irritated with his lenses and swapped them for his glasses in exasperation, or when he’s simply forgotten to wear his lenses.

But the glasses combined with the hair and the pure, almost naïve aura radiating off him from the picture is electrifying.

He looks like a teacher’s assistant. One you’d have the biggest crush on.

You giggle when Spencer doesn’t lift his head and amble your way towards him, “You were awfully cute, Spencer.”

He glances up and his eyes peek up at you. “I looked like a nerd.”

“Some say you still do.” Emily pipes up.

There’s a laugh from everyone at her comment, but you’re still staring at Spencer. He looks a little embarrassed, definitely shy, then you realise he’s still looking at you, too. With rosy cheeks, you raise your eyebrows.

“When was that taken?”

Spencer shrugs, but you know he knows the precise date, “A good few years before you joined the team. It was one of my first cases with the BAU, and my mom printed the picture out to frame it.”

Your jaw drops in excitement at the revelation and Morgan claps once, “She must’ve been so proud! Her baby boy a real agent-“

Spencer’s attention sways to Morgan, “God, where did Garcia even find those pictures?! They’re so old and-“

“I’m sad I never got to see that Spencer in real life.” You say quietly.

That catches Spencer’s attention and, with doe eyes, he asks, “Really?”

“Yeah! I can’t believe I missed that version of you.” You scrunch your nose at the thought, “If only I graduated earlier…”

A new case comes in, then, and as you drop some things off at your desk before heading to the conference room, Spencer can’t help but warmly stare at you, an idea brewing.

***

The case is done and dusted, unsub arrested and few lives taken as possible within record time. This means everyone in the BAU is ecstatic; Hotch got to take a whole day off to spend with Jack, JJ went somewhere cute with Will and Henry, and Emily did whatever Emily does. Everyone was undeniably refreshed and rejuvenated after being given two days off (two!!) and you’re still riding the high of completing a thousand piece puzzle. It’s the little things, okay?

You would’ve spent the time off with Spencer, but he was “otherwise occupied”, which you have no idea what that meant and still don’t. You intend to pester him for details when he gets into work.

You don’t have to wait for his arrival for long.

You’re in the kitchen, gently blowing on the coffee you just poured into the I-heart-Texas mug Spencer once bought you (you’re a sucker for tacky tourist gifts) when you hear shuffling behind you. You turn, lips still puckered to blow air on the steaming liquid, and you choke on your breath.

Are you hallucinating?

Listen, you don’t really want to admit you’ve spent an alarming amount of time thinking about fresh-faced Spencer Reid when he first joined the BAU, but you have. Garcia sent a team-wide email with all of the pictures, and you couldn’t help but take another look (an understatement) – you just… can’t get over how adorable he was. Is. He’s still heart-achingly adorable.

But maybe you should admit to exactly how many times you looked at the photos, cause baby-faced Spencer Reid with his sweater vest, slicked hair and stylish glasses is giving you a tight-lipped smile and small wave from the kitchen entrance.

“Whoa.” Is all you can say.

Spencer, one had in his trousers pocket and the other scratching the back of his head, shyly says, “Surprise?”

The coffee cup makes a distinct thunk as you place it on the kitchen counter due to the deafening silence between you two. You’re looking him up and down, effectively checking him out, and Spencer feels this burn inside of him – it starts from his stomach and ignites outwards, up through his lungs and heart to the tips of his fingers, his ears, and the apples of his cheeks.

You’re checking him out. You’re speechless. Spencer’s glad he spent the entirety of his time off trying to perfectly re-create his early years look just for you.

“You like it?” He glances down at his attire, nudging his glasses up his nose when they slide down.

YES!

“Yeah, I-“ You give an airy laugh at your inability to form sentences, “You haven’t aged a day, huh?”

“Actually, humans start to age as soon as they reach adulthood, which is typically about twenty-five years old. So I’ve been aging for nearly three years now.”

You’re still staring in awe and the burn Spencer feels hasn’t lessened, “It’s a good look for you, Spence. I would’ve totally had a crush on you if you went to my college.”

The words come out nonchalantly but you regret them instantly – you just told him he looks the exact same and then that you’d have a crush on him if he went to your college.. it doesn’t take a genius to pick up what you’re putting down, right?

Spencer bites his lip. With the way you’re looking at him, he gets a rush of adrenaline and boldly asks, “What about now?”

“Huh?”

“Would you have a crush on me now?”

Your eyes widen and Spencer almost feels rejected, but the smile you’re fighting reassures him. “Do you want me to?”

Spencer almost scoffs and says of course, “I-I would like that. Yes.”

“Good,” You nod, “We could… discuss this in more detail tonight? If you’re not busy?”

“I am not busy tonight. Seven o’clock?” He suggests with a shy smile.

Spencer’s almost bouncing off the walls. You’re struggling to contain your own excitement – you need to leave so you can go scream with Garcia.

“Seven is great. Keep the look.” You give him another head-to-toe survey, and it pains you to pick up your coffee and move to leave the kitchen.

All Spencer can do is nod and beam when you walk away. He falls back, stabilising himself on the counter behind him. He has to take a deep breath to ground himself.

Holy hell, he thinks. If you look at him like that one more time, he might faint.

18- Wilbur x Reader

It's my eighteenth birthday. Myself and Wilbur just got back from his dads house for the small party they held for me.

His brother Tommy and Techno where there and Tommy's friend Tubbo was there.

"Thank you for today Will" I say to Wilbur

"Its no problem honestly Y/n, it was your 18th birthday after all" He says rubbing my back with the hand he has on my shoulder.

I smile up at the 6'5ft man that stands next to me.

I always thought he was pretty. His sweet brown eyes, his silly looking elf ears, his glasses and his contagious laughter to name a few things that where pretty about him.

"Love are you okay you've been staring for a while" Wilbur says patting my back slightly pulling me out of my thought's.

"Hmm oh yeah just thinking" I say to him giving him a wide smile. As we reached the front steps of the porch of my house he takes his had off my back and walks me up to the front door.

"Today was fun, even though Tommy pushed my cake off the counter it was fun" I tell him 

"Oh i almost forgot to give you your present from me" He says taking a little bag out of his satchel that was thrown over his shoulder. "its not much but its from me" He says handing it to me.

"Thank you Will, I shall open it when I get inside" I say to him 

"Okay, Ill see you tomorrow Y/n" Wilbur says turning on his heel and down the path back to his house.

I walk into my house where my cat Oreo and my dog Bean where laying on the couch in front of the fire place.

"Hey guys" I say to the pet to which they lift their heads a little and look at me shutting the door to my house.

I walk over to the couch and sit in the middle of both my pets "Look at what i got guys" I say to them. I know it sounds silly that im talking to my pets when they cant respond but I know by the way they look at me that they're responding.

Anyway i open the bag to see a box and a note. I pull the box out first to see what's in it. As i open the box i start to see a really pretty silver chain with a charm with a glass hole in the middle. I reach back into the bag to pull out the note which reads in WIll's messy had writing says 

' I'm not sure if you will like it or not or accept this but I would love it if you would put a light source to the necklace and see what the necklace says. After you do flip the note over' 

I do as the note says and take it over to the torch that sits on the far wall and hold the charm to it and the charm reads out 'I love you in a lot of languages. Quickly i run back over to the note and flip it over and it reads.

'I assume you read the charm but if not it says I love you in 100 different languages and i mean it in more way than one, Love Wilbur'

I quickly put on the necklace and run to the front door and shout good bye to the animals. 

I open the door and start running down the street to Will's house.

Four houses down i stop and open the gate running up to the front steps of the house and knock franticly on the door.

Soon the door opens to see a tired Phil looking confused as ever, Then i remember that it is about 10 o'clock at night.

"Sorry Phil is Will up in his bedroom?" I ask the sleepy man

"Yeah he came back mumbling about how he-" I quickly thank him and run by him up the stairs and turning right towards Will's bedroom door.

I open the door to find Will crying on his bed holding a pillow mumbling about how he was stupid for giving me the necklace and how he would be rejected,

"Will?" I say to him walking over to him on his bed slightly out of breath.

"Y/n? Oh shit sorry I- I was just-" he stops half way through his sentence when he looks at my neck and sees I am waring his necklace "Your... Your waring my necklace that i got you" He say's looking up at me with glassy eye's.

"Yeah... and I think you need to know something" I say looking him in the eyes.

"I know you don't feel the same, but please don't think i'm-" I quickly shut him up by leaning forward and kiss him. I put one hand on his cheek to keep me from falling over.

I pull back from Will and start to pull away from him which he just pulls me back by the hips pulling into his lap, his head resting on my shoulder and just holding me there.

"I love you too by the way Will" I say to him and will just nods. 

"Will, I need you to let go and I need to go home" I say to him.

"No" He mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

"Will, I'm round here every day you will see me tomorrow" I say trying to reason with him.

"No" He say's slightly louder

"Why not?" I ask him

"Because I'm scared that if I let go you will just disappear"  he say's his voice shaking.

Suddenly there's a knock on Will's bedroom door and Will's head shoots up and I turn towards the door to see Phil with Tommy and Tubbo in his arms with a tired smirk on his face.

"So it went well then?" Phil asks yawning afterword's.

I just smile and nod. I wrap his arms from around my waist and get up and go to Phil.

"I'll take the boys you go to bed and I'm sure Will wont mind helping" I say smiling back at Will who is scowling at me.

"Are you sure mate?" He asks and I just nod and take tommy and tubbo who are blowing raspberry's at each other .

"Go to bed Phil, we'll take care of them" I say to him and smile.

Phil just nods and rubs his face walking down the hall to his room.

I turn to Will the boys still in my arms and push closed the door with my foot.

"Well Will, I guess were baby sitters for tonight" I say to him walking back over to his bed and get in, the boys babbling and trying to make coherent words but its not quite there yet. Will just sighs and pulls the covers over the both of us and the boys.

"Listen I love you two dearly" I say to the boys that are laying on my sides "But if you don't sleep I'm putting you in with techno" I say patting there backs lightly and they both instantly quieten down from there babbling and lay some what peacefully.

"Will are you still up?" I ask him when I get no reply I look to my right and see that he is sleeping with his hand on Tommy's chest and his other arm is under his head.

Suddenly I feel a small tug on my shirt and i look down to see Tubbo staring up at me.

"What's wrong kiddo?" I ask him

"I wuv you" he says his hand bunching up in my shirt.

"I love you too Tubbs"

"What bout me?" Tommy says

"I love you too Tommy" I say to him too

"Dose Wibur wuv us?" Tubbo asks 

"Of course he dose Big man" I say to both of them "Its time to sleep now" I say to the pair of them and they nod and start to fall asleep.

I sigh happily and get comfy to start to fall asleep next to the kids and Wilbur.

"Y/n...." I hear the voice of 12 year old Techno say "I threw up"

"God damnit" 

Character: Kenma K. Header creds: @leekn6w​ Song: I’m loving your vibe by Xavier Goodman !!WARNINGS!!: College/University AU, Smoking/Drug Usage, Male! Reader Title: Cute Party boy

You had been sitting in the corner of someone's house deciding to finally give up on finding your friends knowing that they had probably already found some random guy to hook up with. Looking around and watching the drunk young adults grind, sing, dance, scream and drink the night away you finally had enough of sitting there, you stood up from your seat walking into the kitchen and looking at the several different arrangements of drinks noticing they had fireball, whiskey, tequila, gin, brandy, and several other things in one section then having the beer in another.

Not wanting anything to hard and hating beer you went for the fruit punch pouring your cup 3/4 of the way and walking up the stairs making the decision not to open any closed doors knowing that one or several of your friends could be in that room doing things you didn't want to vision your friends doing right now. Noticing a slightly open door, seeing smoke continuously flowing out of the room as people go in and out some alone some with friends or partners.

Finally concluding that you didn't have anything to do and you were tired of being so sober you walked into the room the aroma of weed and what you think is vanilla and strawberry flavored juul pods. Sitting down on the couch near a window, trying to stay your farthest from the two men you were on the couch next to.

Pulling out your pod and taking a longer hit then you would usually and exhaling taking note to the pudding head and black haired male next to him who had been taking glances and staring on and off for about 20 minutes now. Taking your phone out trying to figure out why your phone had been vibrating in your back pocket continuously for a few minutes now. Rolling your eye seeing that your mother had been calling you and texting you nonstop making sure you were studying for your tests that weren't happening till like 3 months.

Texting your mother and telling her that you've been studying all week and its 10pm on a Saturday and you had been cramming for the past week and a half with barely any breaks. Turning your phone off whilst rolling your eyes. Noticing that the two boys across from you were still continuing to stare at you, you stared back at the two hoping that it would make them stop.

Them finally stopping you go on your phone texting your friends once more as an attempt to check on them even though you knew that at least two of them were together. "Hey..." the bed head said. "Uhm- hi." you said not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. "I know we've been staring at you for a while now and sorry for that, but my friend said your beautiful/handsome and he would love it if you gave him his number." he said with a slight smirk on his face. "Well I mean sure but only if he comes over and asks himself." you say looking at the bi haired colored boy.

"Okay- wait sorry hold on." hurriedly getting up from the old beaten up couch with a smile on his face walking back over the his friend and whispering in his ear while pointing at you, the shorter boy blushes with a smile on his face getting up from his chair and awkwardly shuffling over to you. Sitting next to you and smiling the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent.

"Hey... sorry about my friend. I told him to leave you alone, but he didn't listen." he said rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine... so what's your name." you said as you took a hit from your juul "My names Kenma. What's yours?" he said finally starting to seem a little bit comfortable with you. "(M/N)" you said holding your hand out to shake his hand a warm smile coming across your face as you feel his skin contact yours.

"Your pretty to by the way." you say moving your phone out of your back pocket not liking the feeling of your mother blowing up your phone against your butt cheek. "What-?" Kenma said look up at you with wide eyes. "Your friend told me you thought I was pretty/handsome, so I said your pretty." You said smiling. "Oh ah- thanks." he said with a slight chuckle tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear frowning slightly.

"You going to ask for my number or do I have to." you said smirking slightly in a more teasing/sensual tone, the smirk becoming wider and more prominent when that heavy blush that dusted his cheeks earlier dusted them once again. "You look like a strawberry again Kenma." you state teasing him once again and making his blush deeper. "So- uhm can I have your number... then." he says pointing at the phone on your thigh.

"Yeah sure give me your phone right quick" he says giggling a bit at how shy he was. "Yeah sure- here..." he says practically glowing and shaking a little from excitement. "Uh I called my number so your number should be in my phone now, and my contact name is my name. I didn't know what you wanted it as, so I put it as that." you said handing him his phone back and half way making sure he noticed. "Okay thanks I'll call you tonight to make sure you get home- if that's okay with you."

"Yeah it's fine with me. And I'll do the same if I leave before you." you said your voice lowering slightly as you start to become calmer and more comfortable around him. "Okay cool. You want a drink-" he says not knowing what to do now his mind creating an awkward atmosphere that wasn't even there. "Yeah sure. They didn't have anything good though which is why I got juice before." you said warning him that nothing good would be in the downstairs kitchen.

"Yeah I got mostly juice too. My friend wanted me to get a little tipsy so he wasn't drunk alone." he said you both walking down stairs as Kenma texts Kuroo letting him know where he was going so he would leave without him, it happened once and he'll never allow it to happen ever again. "Kool-Aid or Hawaiian punch?" you said as you chose something from the fridge. "Kool-Aid... duh." Kenma said laughing a bit.

"Which flavor?" you say. "Purple and red." answered checking his phone. "You like purple! I love purple too everyone I meet hates purple." you say a childlike grin on your face. (Yes, ur getting excited over Kool-Aid. The purple flavor deserves more hype!!) "Kenma!" the boy from earlier said hurriedly walking over to you both. "Yes kuroo." he said drinking out of his cup, you laughing a bit noticing he drinks like a 1st grader after they just got done playing outside.

"It's almost 3 we got to go. You have class at like 8 and my class is an hour before yours so let's go." Kuroo said ready to drag him away. "Well I have to go I have a pretty early class tomorrow, but I'll be sure to call you." he said making sure he had everything he originally came with in his pockets. "Yeah sure bye Kenma and..." pausing waiting for Kuroo to tell you his name again. "Oh! Kuroo my names Kuroo."

"And Kuroo. We'll talk later 'mkay?" you said smiling at Kuroo then going to look back at Kenma. "Yeah sure I'll probably text you first by the way." he said him and Kuroo grabbing each other's hands and saying bye. Checking the time, the realization finally settling in that your friends were still missing, and it was almost 3 in the morning.

'Jesus fucking christ where the hell are these fuckers' you think to yourself storming back up the steps your patients being thin to none. 'On my mommy if these hoes fucking somebody I'm leaving' putting your ear up to at least 4 different doors before you finally found them, seeing one friend passed out in the bathroom and the others scattered around the room.

"My god what did you guys get yourselves into" you said finally feeling the exhaustion that you were suppressing throughout the past two weeks. "Ty's sick and vomiting it's guts out in the bathroom, Isaiah's knocked he's been like that for about an hour now, and Alex was crying but ink's now under the desk over there... and I didn't drink a lot so I'm fine." your friend said you trying to find Alex.

"Ok well its... 5 minutes away from being 4 am.", "Okay..."

**Timeskip**

After taking everyone home and making sure they got in bed safely you and your friend Malik both shared an uber back to both of your houses. Finally reaching the comfort of your room you go to your connected bathroom and start getting ready for the night. Taking a shower, doing your skin care, getting a snack while putting on your show starting to finally calm down.

Finally finishing your food getting up to brush your teeth and going back to your room pressing play to your show again. Turing on your night light and finally laying down. Jumping slightly when you hear you phone go off completely forgetting about it. Turning over to your nightstand to get your phone. Confused when an unknown number shows up on your phone.

In your messages

Unknown: Hey this (M/N) right?

You: Who's this .-.

Unknown: It's Kenma we met at the party... remember?

You: Oh yeah, it's (M/N)

You: Hey Kenma

Cute party boy: Hey (M/N)

Cute party boy: hru?

You: I'm doing good hbu?

Cute party boy: I'm doing good :)

Cute party boy: srry for texting u so late btw I just wanted to do it now, so I didn't forget lol.

You: No worries you're fine :)

Cute party boy: Alr good.

Cute party boy: did you make it home ok or are you still at the party?

You: no I ended up finding my friends after you left so I'm home now.

You: hbu?

Cute party boy: yeah I made it home fine lol

Cute party boy: Did you want to hang out again?

You: yh sure when

Cute party boy: are you busy on Sundays?

You: no Sundays are usually free for me

Cute party boy: you wanna hang out tomorrow

You: yh tht works lol

Cute party boy: mk well i gtg im tired so goodnight :D

You: yh same goodnight sweet dreams and sleep well

Cute party boy: you too sweet dreams and sleep well

After saying your goodbyes to Kenma you put your phone back on the dresser watching a few episodes of your show, finally slipping off into peaceful sleep.

wanna be yours, ch2

suna x freader , foxy boy

where in which two opposites fall in love

a/n: for everyone who commented on the posts youve been added sorry i cant reply <//3 if you're interested in being in the taglist send me an ask, i was thinking of making a playlist for the au would anyone be interested? lmk !! sorry if there are any mistakes or if its bad this is my first writing <3

ch1. this voice im hearing rn? , hey bestie

word count: 2,090

the first song- The Ghost of You- my chemical romance

second song- I Bet on Losing dogs- mitski

third song- Crybaby- destroy boys

pocketing her phone after reading tendous message, she opens the door waving to a couple friends and offers friendly smile taking her seat. a pair of pale green eyes follow her. after yesterday suna did a little research about her y/n y/l/n the bassist and youngest in the band called 4u, she has quite a big following on twitter, she's really nice and interacts with the fans. looking at her now you can't imagine her on stage suna thought. breaking away from his thoughts as the teacher walks in. spouting for about what feels like hours and the students taking notes, finally lunch approaches. y/n jumps from her seat grabbing her case she walks to the third year hallway. waving to her friends they walk to her, tendou wrapping his arms around her “y/n!!!!!! i missed you” laughing as she hugged him back “tendou!!! i missed you toooo.” she turns to the grey haired male, “semisemi!!” she says giving him a hug, he rolls his eyes and hugs her back “and ushi!!” she turns to the brunette to which he pats her head “good afternoon y/n.” as they go to the lunch room to grab their lunch, they walk to one of the music rooms they usually occupy. a beep from her phone grabs her attention seeing her friend atsumu asking if him his twin and their friend can join for lunch, “hey guys you dont mind if atsumu and his friends come join us?” she says setting down her case against the wall. “nah you can invite them, atsumu is our biggest hype man” tendou says, grabbing his drum sticks from his back pocket. texting him its cool she goes to unzip her bass. “oh ms lady ive missed you” she says hugging the instrument, “i can't believe you two and always wanting to play, dont yall have any other hobby?” semi says, grabbing the schools given guitar setting the speaker up for y/n. tendou gives a scoff “semisemi dont act like you hate hearing us play i see you listening to our covers alllll the timeeeee” he says “yeah semi besides we have a concert soon and it wouldnt be bad to have an audience” y/n says walking to semi to connect her bass to the speaker when the door opens, entering is atsumu in the middle, osamu on his left, and a mystery guy in the back. setting her bass down running up to the blond “tsumu!!” giving him a hug “y/n!!” he hugs her back, she waves to osamu, who shes met on an occasion. looking towards the dark haired guy she walks up to him, noticing shes seen him somewhere. “youre suna right? we're in the same class?” she says giving him a hand and a awkward smile, nodding at her words. “hope its okay im here” he says taking her hand giving a slight shake. “nah dont worry its nice to have a different face, seeing tsumu is getting boring” turning around to the male. “what she means to say is we could use practice in front of new people” the grey haired male says giving a small laugh when tendou scoffs at him, both guys walking towards the small group. “this is semi and this is tendou” she says introducing them. when the introductions are over the two males go back to setting up, y/n walks the newcomers to the sitting area “here you guys can sit, im sure you all know ushijima” on hearing his name he looks up from his name giving a small head bow. they all sit “any recommendations tsumu?” y/n says walking to her bass making sure everything was good, looking towards the small group. “y/n you know my favorites” atsumu says stealing one of his brothers onigiri. y/n laughs and rolls her eyes, turning to tendou “anything you wanna try tori?” tendou looks at her with a smile “y/n lets show semi whatweve been working on” hearing this semi looked at them “what do you guys mean? what did you two do” y/n chuckles at the grey hairs doubtful expression “mr semisemi you know your favorite mcr song” when she sees him nod she continues “me and tori learned it” she says pushing him lightly. semi looked at her with wide eyes then at tendou, looking at semi tendou flicked his drum stick between his fingers with a nod. “wow semi cant believe you, we spent so much hours perfecting a my chemical romance for your sap self and he doesn't believe us y/nie i might

” tendou says fake sniffing. the little group in the back beyond confused, atsumu clearing his throat “have you three forgotten us already, wheres our show” ushijima nodding his head “yeah why are you guys being so vague” tendou snickers “dont worry you three and wakatoshi we have decided to play a new song or well cover i should say” “yeah and its semi’s favorite band you know the one that he wears on his shirts?” ushijima looking towards the girl after hearing her statement he nods. “okay can we play now ive been waiting to show my skills and get our lovely semi's opinion” y/n says removing her pick, both boys giving a ‘yeah’. finally tendou does the countdown. suna looks at all three of them with slight excitement in his stomach, ‘is this a new song im going to hear?’ before he could think of anything else, semi started playing a few chords by himself and y/n starting to add her own strums then tendou adding drums. sunas eyes widen at how well all the sounds blended together, freezing in his spot when semi started singing, when hitting the chorus y/n joins him. suna looking at her, he felt like he had been put in a trance, feeling like theres a spotlight on her when she starts nodding her head seeing her tongue sticking out when stringing the instrument. towards the end you can see y/n lose focus and her eye twitches, ending the song she sighs. “hey sorry about the end” waving to the guys to her left with a frown. hearing applause from the group the frown doesnt last long. “WHOOO!!!!! THAT WAS MY BESTIES GO SEMI! GO TENDOU! GO Y/N!!” atsumu gets up and yells. “that was so good what the hell that was yer first time too?” he says going up to the group, high-fiving y/n. “i mean me and tendou practiced together but semi basically has every song by them memorized but together? yeah our first.” tendou getting up to get his water that was next to ushijima. semi joining the fake blond and the girl, patting her on her back “that was a good first for us i can tell you and tendou worked hard, we're definitely adding it to the set list.” getting a laugh from both of them semi walks to the small group. “hey man that was really good, you have a nice voice” suna says as semi approaches, semi turned to him surprised “oh thank you im glad you enjoyed, do you listen to our stuff?” he says taking a seat next to him. “ive recently just started, i hope that doesnt sound too weird” the dark haired suddenly getting a little embarrassed, chuckling “its not weird i promise, well its good you listen to us or im sure it would've been awkward to just be here” nodding along to what he said. tendou going back to the drums “are you cowards tapping out now?” “COWARDS?!?!” y/n yells back turning around “i am no coward tendou satori i'll make you eat those words semi get over here” she said grabbing semis attention and shooing atsumu back to his seat. chuckling as he sat back down, turning to suna “howd ya like em? theyre good huh?” suna rolling his eyes “im not going to help inflate your ego tsumu” “yeah tsumu yer big ego is not cute” gasping to their remarks “you guys are so mean to me, i introduce you to nice music and even the artists and this is the thanks i get” before any could respond tendou starts clicking his sticks. starting this one is tendou with a slower sound, y/n entering second then semi with vocals. y/n leans down to mess with something by her foot turning a notch noises like static come out adding to the music, coming up fast she starts adding her vocals complimenting semis. pressing on the box she leans down as more noises come out. atsumu leans over to sunas ear “thats a pedal that holds other sounds and can help stretch other sounds” suna giving him a nod. towards the end y/n reaches down to the pedal again adding a distorted sound before adding her last bit of ‘oohs’ before the song ends. everyone clapping as the members stay still for s bit before y/n dramatically bows “youre so welcome lovely audience” she says blowing kisses to them, laughing at her atsumu jumps up and down pretending to be a crazy fan “oh y/n you were so go

od i love you y/n!!!” y/n laughing at him. “hey atsumu what about me!” tendou asks swinging his hand “howd i do?” “oh tendou you were so good, i love you too tendou!!!” he says swinging his arm back. tendou satisfied with his response nods his head, “and with that lets play one more i still want time to actually eat before we play again later.” “yeah lets try ‘crybaby’ we haven't done that in awhile” semi says getting in position.“remember y/n you do the verses” y/n nods clearing her throat “go tori” she says and tendou starts the counting again. starting the counting fast he gets one beat then y/n starts off with singing, swinging her bass back she grabs the mic. suna cracks a smile nodding his head a little as he remembers this song on their youtube, atsumu whistling when y/n dips down her mic as she sings, letting the boys have a solo in between verses she bobs her head. the last few seconds of the song she swings the instrument back as she steps on the pedal creating feedback, as semi goes to vocals she starts getting a solo with tendou playing, y/n leans forward and her and semi sing the rest of the song. after the last note they all look out of breath. clapping for them again letting them catch their breath, y/n starts laughing “i forget how hard that song is towards the end” laughing with her tendou nods “its literally the last 50 seconds that get the hardest” “alright lets clean up” semi says laughing at both of their bored looks they send him. finishing up they all go to the group whove are talking among themselves. sighing as she sits y/n takes the seat next to suna, “so howd you like the songs?” she says with a smile “they were good though i only recognized the last one” he replies, “tsumu told me you started listening to us recently so i thought or well semi thought wed show off a bit with our best song being that” she says with a smile grabbing her bottle. a small smile appears on his face “oh hey tsumu told me youre like really good in your classes and i really need help in history and since we have that group project coming up do you wanna pair up?” she says setting her bottle down grabbing a bag of chips. “yeah i dont mind as long as you actually do something and i can help you study if your grade is that bad” he says. “thatd actually help me out a lot i really appreciate it” she lets a breath out. after that the two spent all lunch just talking, the conversation coming easy for both of them. hearing the bell ring y/n hugs her friends and walks with suna to their class, pairing up in the project the teacher had given them in their period. after class before y/n rushed out she passed him her number with a wink “text me for the deets foxy boy.” ‘foxy boy? suna thought to himself shaking his head texting her with a simple ‘hey its suna’ and heading home.

facts !

during lunch when suna and y/n we're talking the followed each other on twitter

semi was really touched they learned the mcr song

the 4u concert is at a small venue but no one really cares about the other groups going there

osamu and atsumu almost started fighting over the onigiri until suna said something about ushijima being right there

atsumu was watching suna and y/n talking

osamu actually really enjoyed being there during lunch

—taglist

@applekenm , @xhanjisungiex , @astronomyturtle , @sirachano0dles , @yn-tingz , @killmepls-uwu , @bakugouswh0r3

cellmates ; three ; j.wy

parts ; one. two. three. four.  five.  masterlist. six coming soon.

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 4.7k

warnings / includes ; medieval fantasy au, blood and grime and death and everything in between, some curse words, future ateez cameos, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; all i have to say is ...... im sorry ,,, ,,, , it’ll get better i swearr

cellmates masterlist.

The gentle hum of chirping crickets filled your ears as you pushed open the circular window in Yunho’s room. A breezy gust of the night’s crisp air billowed in, blowing pleasantly over your flushed skin.

“You can sleep here for the night,” Yunho had said while shoving rumpled clothes off the bed and stuffing them into a rucksack. “I’ll take the couch.”

“I haven’t slept in a real bed in a long time,” You murmured, dropping yourself onto the thick blanket with a contented sigh slipping past your lips. “Thank you, Yunho.”

The pink-haired man flashed you a sweet smile, and padded out the room with a soft good night. It seemed as if he had given up trying to convince the two of you to stay, reluctantly accepting that you would be leaving in the morning. After he left, you cracked an eye open to see Wooyoung standing awkwardly by the doorway. 

“Good night,” He said. It was the first time he’d really seen you at ease; your face void of dirt and hair unmatted and a rather pretty smile teasing your lips upwards. Back when the two of you were in the prison cells, he never really had the chance to look at you properly. But now, as he watched you happily lounge star-fished atop Yunho’s bed, Wooyoung couldn’t help but realize just how attractive you were. The light from the oil lamp casted long shadows over your face, only illuminating your features all the more so. 

“It’s not too late yet,” You whispered, and Wooyoung sat down on the foot of the bed when you gestured him closer. “I’m afraid if I fall asleep, I’ll wake up back in the cell. And you wouldn’t be there… like all you were was a dream.”

Wooyoung had little else to say than, “I’m not a dream.” And he reached out to take your hand once more, trying his best to comfort you, but clearly to no avail judging by your skeptical expression. 

The both of you could tell the other didn’t want to leave. Wooyoung got up nonetheless, scratching the back of his neck rather bashfully. You wanted so badly to tell him to stay. To ask him to hold you longer. To have him tell you that it was going to be okay.

Instead, you bit your tongue and watched as he left the room, blowing out the oil lamp on the way. The room lapsed into darkness. You shut your eyes, shifting to crawl under the blankets with heavy limbs. The weight of what had happened earlier that day was suddenly crashing back onto you, and you shuddered at the thought of escaping the hands of death just a hair's breadth away. And then you prayed to whichever being out there that would listen. 

Please, don’t let this be a dream. Please let him be real.

Wooyoung couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard he tried, and no matter how ridiculously comfortable the bed was, he just couldn’t seem to succumb into the alluring realm of unconsciousness. 

So, he did the only sensible thing he knew. He threw the woolen blankets off his legs and made a bee-line straight for your room. It must’ve been hours since he left you, wide eyed and scared on Yunho’s bed. It was probably just the guilt gnawing away at him.

He really hoped this attraction he felt to you was purely physical. That would most definitely cause some problems later on if he didn’t sort it out soon. But Wooyoung wasn’t one to confront his internalized emotions head on, and decided to put it off for some other night of existential dread. For now, he was content with just knocking on your door at an ungodly hour of the night.

“Come in,” Your voice was muffled through the wooden barrier, and it creaked lowly as he pushed it open. “Can’t sleep?” You asked softly, propping yourself up with your elbow.

His dark hair flew into his eyes as he shook his head. 

“You can say no if you want,” Wooyoung started tentatively. You could barely make out his figure in the dark, squinting at him through slotted, tired eyes. “Can I sleep here tonight? I can sleep on the floor, I just… I think I got used to you being there.”

Even in the dingy room, Wooyoung could sense your surprise.

“The bed’s big enough for both of us,” You croaked out. 

Wooyoung wondered if you were thinking straight.

“Are you sure?”

“I couldn’t sleep, either. Kept thinking about you.”

“I’m flattered,” Wooyoung said, trying to suppress a grin as you shuffled to one side of the bed to make space for him. It was strangely natural, how he laid in the spot next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. Your back instantly molding into his front, a barely-there hum of content released from your closed lips. His nose was in your hair, arms hesitantly laying over your midriff. When you didn’t give him any sign to stop, Wooyoung tugged you closer and whispered like a love-sick fool, “You smell good.”

He could feel your stomach contract as you laughed heartily, “We smell the same. We smell like Yunho.”

“Just take the compliment.” He grumbled. 

And then suddenly, you turned in his arms, your face alarmingly close to his. His eyes widened comically, heart just about ricocheting out of his ribcage. Balled-up fists rested against his chest; he wondered if you could feel the thundering of his pulse. Alright, so maybe this attraction wasn’t purely physical.

“Tell me you’re real,” Your voice was a mere wisp of a thing. His ears strained to hear you properly.

He replied in a gentle tone that just about had you melting into him with a relieved exhale, “I’m real.”

“So, Virelis, huh?” The words were whispered, a hint of amusement dancing at the open-ended question. Wooyoung’s eyes flicked down to your lips. His vision had adjusted to the dark so he could see you just fine, but now he was starting to wish he wasn’t able to see you. He didn’t really fancy the idea of you kicking him out of bed for being inappropriate. 

“Do you have another place in mind?” 

“No, just… it was unexpected. Yunho certainly seemed unsure.”

“He’ll come around.”

A pregnant silence laid over the two of you.

“You don’t have to come with me, you know,” Wooyoung spoke in a muted tone, unsure. “I don’t want you to have to feel like you owe me some sort of debt.”

Pulling back slightly, you shook your head vehemently, “No! I’ll come with you because I want to. Besides, Virelis is probably the smartest option for us. Considering the possibility they won’t shoot us down the moment they see us. We might look Cerulean, but we can’t change that.” At Wooyoung’s doubtful look, you repeated once more, “I want to come with you.”

Before Wooyoung could think twice about his words, he blurted out, “Now that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d hear from you.”

It took a second for you to piece together the connotations of his words. You scowled deeply, hitting him square on the chest, “Oh, don’t be a child. I’m going to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Don’t go to sleep angry at me,” Wooyoung pleaded with a playful smile on his face. You tried to shift back to your original position, but he kept a firm hold on you, leaning down closer. The previous wavering tension that hung over the pair of you dissipated, leaving Wooyoung in a spur-of-the-moment confidence. 

“Then make it up to me,” You said quite breathlessly, eyebrows raised at him with a teasing lilt. 

Perhaps Yunho spiked the apple cider, or maybe the two of you were just desperate to have some sort of physical comfort, or it was the fact that you somehow managed to look absolutely ethereal beneath the moonlight. Up this close, he could see the small details; the fading scar across the bridge of your nose, the hint of charcoal still smudged under your jawline, and your enticing lips, slightly parted as you stared up at him. 

“And how should I do that?”

“Promise me you won’t snore, and I’ll die happy.”

Wooyoung pulled a funny face, which had you reeling in laughter, “I was hoping you’d propose something else.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Instead of answering, he lifted a hand from your waist to your chin, bringing your face upwards towards his ever so slowly. Your lips met in the middle, warm and tasting faintly of mint paste. Dark hair was threaded in between your fingers as you raised your arms to loop around his neck. Somehow Wooyoung managed to tug you even closer, sealing any remaining distance the two of you had between each other. The kiss started out slow and delicate, but was quick to become frantic and rushed. His hand slipped under the large shirt that you borrowed from Yunho, his cold fingers a stark contrast to your burning warmth.

“We should be sleeping,” You muttered once he broke away for breath, gently leaning his forehead against yours.

Smiling, Wooyoung said with a cocked eyebrow, “Am I really that bad of a kisser?”

“Quite the opposite, in fact. If we keep going, I don’t think we’d be able to stop.” Suddenly, your words become more serious. “I don’t think now is the right time for… this. Whatever this is.”

Wooyoung ran his tongue over the back of his teeth in thought, then nodded slowly. “You’re right… we need to rest up for tomorrow.”

Arms unwound from around his neck, and he let you go back to your original position, the curve of your back resting against his chest and his hand precariously placed on your hip. 

“Y/N,” He breathed out, sneaking one last kiss against your shoulder blade. “Tell me you’re real.” 

“I’m real, Wooyoung,” You said through a yawn. “Good night.”

The glare of the early rising sun filtering in through the circular window hit you square in the face. You groaned sleepily, burying your face into the cotton pillow but to no avail; the room was light and you were already awake, despite your tired muscles pleading for more rest.

The spot beside you was cold from absence, and you sat up whilst rubbing your knuckles into your droopy eyes. Wooyoung wasn’t there next to you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if last night was nothing but a mere figment of your imagination.

The blanket slipped off of you as you clambered from the bed and onto the colder floor and padded out the room to go downstairs. It was then that you heard the faint chattering of Wooyoung and Yunho’s light-hearted banter, the aroma of honeyed banana oatcakes and hot coffee making your stomach growl. Yunho was the first to spot you, waving you over to the table, where Wooyoung was already helping himself to his third serving. 

“Sorry we didn’t wake you up earlier,” Yunho said while pouring you a cup of dark coffee mellowed out with almond milk. “Wooyoung said you deserved the rest.”

Your eyes flickered to said man in the seat across from you, who averted his gaze as a faint red blush settled across his cheekbones. Doubt started to cloud your mind; had you really imagined last night? It had all felt so real.

“I hope you two didn’t get up to anything weird last night. It’s my bed, after all.” Wooyoung hit Yunho on the shoulder with a half-hearted glare. 

Oh. So last night had happened. You weren’t sure if that made you feel better or worse.

Clearly flustered, you raised the steaming cup to your lips and took a generous sip. The plate of honeyed oatcakes was pushed across the table to you, Wooyoung sending you an awkward grin. 

“I packed you guys everything you’d need,” Yunho said in a tone that was much less cheery, sadness flooding his expression. He gestured to bulky packs that were slumped against the table legs, “Food, bottles, extra clothes, medical supplies, some weapons, matches, maps, a coffers’ worth of gold and silver coins, but I doubt those would be worth much in Virelis - ”

You cut off the pink haired man’s rambling by gently placing your hand over his, “Yunho… we can’t take all this. It’s too much.”

“If I’m not going with you, then this is the least I can do. You guys need this stuff more than I do.”

Although reluctant, you nodded gratefully, finishing off the rest of your breakfast.

“Well, it’s time to go,” Wooyoung said uneasily once the food was all cleared away, heaving one of the packs onto his shoulder. Tears glossed over both of their eyes as they embraced each other warmly. “We’ll send letters when we can, bud.”

That seemed to make Yunho brighten up considerably as he swiped away the tears. He turned to you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“While you two were asleep, I ‘borrowed’ a boat from the fishermen. It’s waiting for you by the river.” He mumbled while you gripped him back.

“Oh, Yunho,” You said in awe, almost tearing up yourself. “I really can’t thank you enough.”

“Just… look after him, will you?” He jerked his chin to the dark haired man who watched the exchange with fond eyes. 

 You planted a solid kiss on Yunho’s cheek, watching his features morph in surprise, “I will. I promise.”

The river was loud. It just about drowned out Wooyoung’s voice, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you hadn’t heard a single bit of what he’d been talking about for the past five minutes. With a strained smile, you nodded at him feverishly. He seemed to be somewhat satisfied at your response. 

Just as Yunho had promised, there was a small boat tied to a wooden stake, half in the water and half laying on the rocky riverbank. The two of you heaved the surprisingly heavy raft fully into the water, panting while dropping your packs in. 

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?” Wooyoung suddenly asked, face an alarming shade of red, though you couldn’t tell whether it was from embarrassment or from pushing the boat. You almost tripped and face planted into the waters at the unexpected question.

“Well… what is there to talk about, really? We didn’t have sex.”

“Does it have to be sex to mean something?”

You went quiet at that. Wooyoung swung his legs over into the boat, and you followed suit as he helped you in.

 “I don’t know, Wooyoung. Of course it meant something to me. I just don’t think it’s the best time.”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be upset, “Yeah, I understand. We can talk when you’re ready, then.”

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence as you picked up the damp oars hanging off the sides. Meanwhile, Wooyoung went digging through his pack to look for a map and a compass. Inside the boat, it felt much smaller than it looked from the outside; your knees kept bumping into Wooyoungs’ with every minuscule rock of the boat. 

“We’ll be sailing for a couple days. Should be nice weather around this time. Might get a little sunburnt, but that’s not much to worry about. You aren’t afraid of sharks, are you?” Without awaiting your response, he continued to droll on. “When we get to Virelis, we need to immediately state who we are. They’ll take us in once they realize that we’re on their side.”

“What if they don’t believe us?” You said while maneuvering the oars to keep the boat steady.

“They have to,” Wooyoung muttered firmly. “Why would a pair of Ceruleans willingly walk into Virelis? That’d be suicide.”

“We could be spies.”

“Well, are we spies?”

“You know that’s not what I meant - ”

The boat suddenly jolted as the two of you broke out of the river and spun into the ocean. You struggled to keep hold of the slippery wooden oar shafts, sending a withering glare to Wooyoung, who seemed unperturbed by the disturbance. 

“You don’t have to keep rowing, you know. The wind’s taking us in the right direction. At this rate, we’ll be there in three or four days max.”

Hesitant, you lowered the oars and folded your hands in your lap awkwardly. Were you to spend four days uncomfortably staring at Wooyoung? What were you going to do to pass the time?

As if he could hear your thoughts, Wooyoung said without raising his head from the map, “Yunho packed in a book for you. Thought one of us’d get bored eventually, the idiot.” 

“Wooyoung…” you fiddled with your fingers in uncertainty. “Do you think we’ll ever go back to Cerulea?”

Finally he tore his gaze away from the map, raising a quizzical eyebrow, “Why would you ever want to go back?”

“I don’t! It’s just… it’s all I’ve ever known.”

Wooyoung’s eyes softened. He gently reached out to take your hand in his, “It won’t be for long. Virelis will be great for you, trust me.”

“Have you ever been?”

A sad smile crossed his face, “Not officially, no. I’ve seen it on the horizon while sailing to another country, though.” You thought he’d elaborate more, but Wooyoung opted to stay silent for once. The more he seemed to talk about his life, the more adventurous and exciting it seemed. You wondered why he threw it all away to be a measly squire for some lord.

The quiet between the two of you stretched out for quite some time. It was a comfortable silence, one that you spent studying Wooyoung’s side profile. He knew you were staring, so he took the opportunity to murmur, “I don’t regret it. Kissing you, that is. I’m sorry if I was weird about it before.”

You struggled to hold off a flattered smile, “You don’t have to apologize, Wooyoung. I think I was just scared. It’d been so long since I’ve touched anybody, and then… you came along. It was just so sudden and I felt as if I wasn’t allowed to touch anyone because I’m a filthy, disgusting commoner. Like… I don’t deserve you.” You gestured vaguely towards him, and he captured your hand swiftly. 

“You deserve more than me,” Wooyoung wound your fingers together, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. Then, more hesitantly, he added on, “Not to sound creepy or anything, but while you were showering… I heard you crying. And it just hurt so much to hear you in pain. Even more so when I knew that I couldn’t do anything to help.” 

A small scoff escaped you, “Wooyoung, you broke me out of prison.”

“Oh, right.”

Those were the last words either of you said for a long time. The sun was quick to set hours later, the sky a warm blend of pinks streaking against orange and blending into darker royal purple. You had fallen asleep while reading the little adventure book Yunho had packed, face sticking onto one of the pages. Wooyoung thought you were cute, what with your cheeks smushed against the paper and a subtle pout tugging at your bottom lip. Since he kissed you last night, his thoughts consisted of little else than Virelis and, much to his dismay, your lips. 

By the time you had groggily peeled yourself off the book, blinking blearily, it was already dark. The moon was frighteningly bright, casting a hazy pearl-hued glow onto the waters.

“Had enough beauty sleep?” Wooyoung teased, nudging your knee against his. 

“It’s your turn,” You drawled out through a yawn. “I’ll make sure we stay on course.”

He nodded gratefully, handing you the map and curling into a little ball on his side of the boat. He must’ve been exhausted, falling asleep just about immediately, deep breaths raising his chest up and down in rhythmic motions.

Being alone with your thoughts now had you thinking. First, you thought of Virelis, and the several promises it held. Just one wrong step, and everything would come crashing back down on you. What were you doing, really? Did you actually plan on spending the rest of your life with Wooyoung, running away from Cerulean guards? What other choices did you have? There was always the option of running away by yourself. But you knew you couldn’t do that; you’d gone and gotten yourself attached to the sleeping man on the other end of the boat. 

Besides, Wooyoung was the closest thing you could call family now. You couldn’t just let someone like that go.

He’d been asleep for only an hour or so when you spotted something amongst the horizon. The sky was still heavily laden with darkness save for the glowing moon, sun showing no signs of rising any time soon. Because of this, you took quite some time squinting into the dark waters to see what was there. 

At first, you were keen on brushing it off as a jagged rock sticking out of the water, and turned back to the map unfurled across your lap. But something didn’t sit well with you, a queer gut feeling told you that something felt wrong. So you looked back up and stared some more.

“Wooyoung,” You hissed underneath your breath while prodding the man across from you. “Woo, wake up.”

He stirred and mumbled irritably before pushing himself up. His hair was sticking up every which way, eyes tired and droopy.

“What is it?” He asked, voice groggy. “The sharks won’t hurt you, just leave them be.”

“It’s not sharks, Wooyoung. Look,” You lifted a shaky hand to point behind him. 

There, floating starkly against the harsh glare of the moonlight, was the silhouette of a large pirate ship. And it was turning straight towards you.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Stay quiet, maybe they’ll just pass right by us.” Wooyoung, now completely awake, muttered curses under his breath as he seized the oars, quietly dragging them through the water to carefully push your much smaller boat out of the pirate ship’s pathway. 

It was hard to stay positive, especially considering the fact that the ship was practically barreling towards you at an alarming rate, as if it was gliding just above the waters. As it grew closer, it seemed to multiply in size, causing both you and Wooyoung to suck in a large breath. 

Despite the darkness, you could clearly make out a large flag hung proudly off the main mast, a banner of crimson and gold depicting a gleaming skull sitting in a pool of blood and swords. Wooyoung squinted at the flag, a variety of colorful swears tumbling past his lips. Blindly, he let go of one of the oars to grapple for your hand. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and you let him hold you as your pulse rang through your ears.

You wanted so bad to just close your eyes and pretend like the ship wasn’t there. But of course, that was far too much to ask for. For the first time in a long time, Wooyoung looked to be scared. His grip on your hand tightened and that had you faintly wondering if this was the end. 

“Whatever happens, we won’t be going down without a fight,” Despite telling you to be quiet, Wooyoung supposed it didn’t matter now; they were coming whether you liked it or not. You had nothing to say in reply, so you nodded slightly, heart racing.

Water stirred around the boat restlessly when the pirate ship skidded to an abrupt halt beside your smaller vessel. Several men looked over the side of their ship with dark, glinting eyes reflecting the orb in the sky, stared down at the two of you greedily, whooping and leering. As if they’d done this a thousand times, they threw over several claw hooks attached to ropes, the jagged metal digging into the rickety wood of your boat. You and Wooyoung desperately attempted to paddle away whilst simultaneously trying to unhook the sharp metal from the boat. 

The pirates were much quicker. They hollered as they slid down the hookline with exhilarated whoops, grabbing both you and Wooyoung with calloused hands and rough ropes that cut into your flesh. Struggling, the two of you yelled and shouted and fought against them but, alas, they were used to this. One of them struck you against the back of the head. The world went spinning and you came tumbling down with a mangled yelp, the boat rocking dangerously. 

Spots of black and purple and green dotted your vision. Everything seemed to blur together. You faintly recalled Wooyoung bellowing your name in panic, and then someone binding your limbs together none-too-gently before hoisting you up onto the ship’s deck as if you weighed little more than a feather.

The ship smelled strongly of alcohol and salt and something else foul that you couldn’t quite decipher. You only realized that you were crying when the stingingly hot tears pricked your cheeks as you wailed for Wooyoung, who had also been bounded and tossed onto the deck. His head hit the planks particularly hard, a fresh cut dripping a dark crimson blossoming across his forehead. The rest of the pirate crew seemed to be enjoying this, egging the fighting pirates on as if you and Wooyoung were part of an entertaining theatrical play. 

He was putting up much more of a fight than you did, growling and thrashing and biting into the pirate’s arms until they yelped and pulled away with teeth marks embedded into their skin. He even managed to loosen one of his arms from his binds and reached out towards you, but a pirate stomped on his hand and dragged him back by the boot, showcasing his crooked teeth with a grin.

“Stop!” You sobbed. “Please, stop!”

Either they didn’t hear, or they just didn’t care. One of them hoisted you up to your feet and you frantically kicked at his ankles but he merely laughed and tightened the knots on your binds to secure you against the main mast. You watched in horror as they rounded on Wooyoung, throwing punches and kicks and spitting at him. 

“Wait, no! Please, no, let me go! Wooyoung!” You screamed until your voice grew hoarse and struggled against your bonds so hard that your skin was raw and bloodied.

Eventually, they pulled Wooyoung up to his feet. The sight of him, broken and anguished, bloodied and bruised and exhausted, shattered your heart into a million pieces. You were sure they had broken several of his bones, noting the way he wheezed and shuddered. 

“Wooyoung!” There was a deafening roar of applause as the pirates jeered and taunted. Wooyoung locked eyes with you, despair clouding his features. Your head was pounding heavily and you were crying so hard that you could barely see much of anything. And yet, through all the tears and dirty pirates, you saw his face starkly against the chaos, and his forlorn, defeated expression was what drove the dagger right through your ribs. It looked like he was about to say something, but it was too painful to speak. You knew that if he could, he would probably say, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.’

Hiccuping, you cracked open your mouth to weakly croak out his name once more. 

No. No, no, no. I can’t… I can’t lose him.

Their laughs echoed into the night, a looped song of victory playing broken and distorted in your numbed mind. And just like that, they picked him up as if he was a rag doll… the man that you grew to love and care for… and they tossed his limp, broken body overboard. The resonating splash of the ocean was loud and clear, mimicking the feeling of your stomach plummeting to the ground. 

It’s funny, isn’t it? How you realize how much you loved someone just when they’re gone…

IM A BAKUHOE CAN U PLS DO 74 OR 76 WITH BLASTY ASS 🥺🥺🥺 - midoriya anon

hi I did both cause they were cute.

also new posting format baby lets goooo 😎

its also like almost 3am and this is half-ass edited so forgive me but I hope its alright

prompt 74 : “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

prompt 76 : “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

reassurance.

‣ pairing : bakugo x fem reader.

‣ oneshot.

‣ synopsis : bakugo finally confronts his girlfriend on why she’s been so distant.

‣ wordcount : 2.1k

‣ warnings : swearing, angst if you squint.

a series of heavy knocks could be heard on the other side of her door, immediately alerting her of who exactly it was. there was only one boy in the u.a dorms who could knock like he was about to punch straight through the wooden panel, and that was, of course, bakugo katsuki.

(name) shut off her phone and pulled her pillow over her head, dreading the conversation she knew would come about if she let him inside. so naturally, she ignored the knocks in hopes that the blonde who was about to start throwing down with her door would go away.

but we all know katsuki is far too stubborn for that.

another series of much louder knocks erupted from the doorway, as bakugo grew more and more impatient from the lack of response.

“oi, open up already dumbass, I know you’re in there.”

truth is, (name) had found herself in a bit of a rut, and had been feeling rather insecure for the past few weeks. the first little while she’d been begun feeling that way, she was able to bite the bullet and keep going about her life, pushing most of her negative thoughts aside as best she could. but now, for the past 5 or so days she’s been completely cut off.

talking to her boyfriend about things wasn’t hard for her. she trusted him and didn’t find it too difficult to open up when something was bothering her, but this was different.

insecurity was something bakugo typically didn’t acknowledge and quite frankly, looked down on most of the time. (name) didn’t wanna find herself bothering him with something she knew he most likely would think is annoying, hence the multiple weeks she had kept quiet about it, hoping it would go away on its own or she’d be able to figure it out herself.

unfortunately for her, things didn’t go quite according to plan when she continued to spiral downwards.

she’d been quiet in her classes, noticeably dodging bakugo and her friends, not sticking around for lunch or after training like she normally would, and everyone noticed she was off. everyone including katsuki.

he wanted to give her space to ‘sort her shit out’ before he began pestering and questioning her, as normally he’d want the same thing, but now it was coming up on a week and they’d hardly spoken. a few mutters of (name) saying “cant, homework.” or “sorry, I’m tired.” was all that had been said that week.

so naturally, bakugo got tired of all the silence and went to do what he did best. confront her. he wanted to know what the hell was going on, he was tired of pulling his hair out trying to figure out what he did wrong.

(name) didn’t answer the door once more. she knew she had fucked up pretty bad by ignoring him, but she didn’t know what else to do. and now she had to confront whatever problem she may have caused, which only made her want to curl up and hide more.

alas, when she heard a much softer, much quieter,

“please?”

coming from the hallway, she broke.

standing up with a heavy sigh, the (colour) haired girl stood up from her bed, rubbing her eyes and walking over to unlock the door, immediately going and flopping down into her mattress afterwards.

katsuki walked inside, shutting the door behind him and shoving his hands into the pockets of his black sweats. scanning over her figure, he took note of her tired eye bags, messy thrown up hair, and these fuzzy black penguin patterned pyjama pants which he knew she only wore when she was upset. paired with one of his hoodies she had stolen, of course.

“you look like shit.” bakugo grumbled, going and sitting down on the end of her bed, sinking into the soft (colour) duvet on top.

“good to see you too, babe.” (name) replied sarcastically, turning and shoving her face into a pile of her pillows.

there was an uncomfortable silence hanging over the room for a moment as katsuki figured out what he wanted to say, and it was obvious that (name) wasn’t gonna say anything first. with a heavy sigh, the blonde ran a hand through his thick, spiky hair and spoke up.

“did I- did I do something or whatever the fuck?” he asked, his words a bit harsh but his much quieter tone helping to deliver them much easier.

(name) bit the inside of her cheek gently, keeping her face hidden in the pile of sheets and freshly washed pillows.

“what makes you think that?” her response was mumbled by the fabric practically eating her face.

“don’t play dumb, shithead. you’ve been dodging me all week. you’re normally all- all clingy and shit and you never cancel plans.”

clingy. that one stung a bit.

“so if I did something to piss you off just- just fucking tell me already cause I’m getting really damn tired of-“

“you didn’t do anything, alright? chill out.” (name) cut him off, rolling onto her back so now the couple was making eye contact once more.

bakugo tsked, throwing his hands in the air a bit and letting them fall onto his lap.

“so then why the hell have you been blowing me off all week, huh?”

(name) sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes and sliding her hands down her face as she struggled with how exactly to articulate that she’d been feeling incredibly insecure and didn’t wanna be a nuisance to him without sounding like an absolute moron.

“I just- I’ve just been feeling shitty lately and I didn’t wanna bug you with it while I sort things out, okay?” she explained vaguely, nervously fidgeting with her fingers while she avoided his gaze.

when she mentioned she hadn’t been feeling well, bakugo softened up a little bit. he knew sometimes she got like this, having periods of time where she just wasn’t herself, but normally she came to him herself and told him what was up. so he couldn’t quite understand why this time was different.

bakugo sighed and stood up to go lay beside her, propping himself up on his elbow while resting his cheek in the palm of his hand.

“well why did you just say that in the first place, dumbass?”

he wasn’t a great advice giver, and he wasn’t great at comforting, but when it came to things like this he was a pretty good listener, so he always offered up his ears when (name) was feeling down.

“what’s got you down, huh? talk to me already.”

the girl beside him continued to fidget and play with her fingers, debating on whether she actually wanted to explain to him her feelings, or just shrug him off and do her best to convince the blonde it was something else.

she was ping-ponging back and forth. lie and most likely not get away with it but still not sound stupid, or tell the truth and have your boyfriend think you’re an idiot. a wide variety of lovely choices she had to choose from.

yet, in the end, she decided it would be best to be honest with him. oftentimes, nothing good came out of lying in these types of scenarios, and she surely didn’t want to fuck up more than she already might have. sure, katsuki wasn’t mad for the time being, but that boy’s temper can switch on and off like a light sometimes. so she still approached the situation cautiously.

“I feel just- annoying and like I’m a bother to you with this shit all the time so I didn’t wanna throw all my problems or whatever into you again, alright?

you’re practically this idol student who’s so damn cocky and confident in himself, so when….”

she sighed, trying to find the words once more.

“when I start feeling gross and insecure, or when I’m starting to completely flop in some of my classes, I just- i feel like I just become this huge weight on your back and..” she swallowed, slowing herself down as she felt herself begin to rant.

“…and it’s embarrassing! you shouldn’t have to deal with me feeling like an idiot, you have enough on your plate as it is and- and I should be able to deal with this kind of shit on my own, not immediately run to you whenever I feel-”

(name’s) midoriya-muttering speed ranting was cut off when a familiar pair of plush lips were pressed up against her own, immediately shoving all her worries into the back of her mind. she hadn’t realized how much she missed something as simple as a kiss from her boyfriend in the week she’d been distancing herself from him.

after a moment or so, when bakugo was sure she would be shut up enough for him to speak, he pulled away.

rolling onto his back, bakugo waved her over to him, using his other hand to prop up his head from behind.

“come here, just be quiet and listen for a sec will ya?”

(name) was not hesitant to cuddle right up into his side, tangling her legs in with his and resting her head atop his toned chest. after wrapping an arm tightly around her shoulders, rubbing her back slowly, the boy began to speak.

“it’s my job to be here for you, okay idiot? as sappy as it sounds, when you’re upset, I’m upset too. I don’t like seeing you down, it makes me feel like a shitty boyfriend for not bein’ able to help.” he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell me shit, doesn’t matter how stupid you think it is.

nobody’s perfect, alright? get that through your head.” bakugo said, flicking her forehead gently. (name) chuckled quietly.

“even you?”

“only sometimes, but that doesn’t leave this room.” bakugo answered, smirking to himself.

“listen, I know you’re a badass, and you can get through shit on your own. you’re strong as hell.

but that doesn’t mean you can’t take it. speaking from experience, sometimes it’s better to just bite your tongue and accept the help from people that care about you.”

(name) listened to every word that he said very carefully, letting them sink in as she processed them. it was rare that bakugo got like this, but when he did, it was rather impressive how easy he was able to make her feel better. his advice sucked half the time, sure, considering “blasting the fuckers to hell” isn’t always an option, but this kind of advice was something she’d keep with her always.

“you’re damn special, you know that? you’ve done somethin’ even better than getting a decent grade on your stupid chemistry test.”

bakugo stated, leaning his head back so his gaze was fixated on the ceiling, closing his eyes with a sigh. (name) furrowed her eyebrows together slightly, tilting her head up to look at her boyfriend.

“wait, but what did I do exactly?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone. bakugo placed a hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair a bit.

“you’ve shown me what love can feel like. somethin’ I thought i’d never know or go through. so to do that, you’ve gotta be pretty fuckin’ incredible.”

(name) smiled up at him and leaned up a bit more to kiss his jaw, returning to her comfy spot on his chest right after.

“I’m sorry that I get like this. I’ll work on it, ‘kay?” (name) said quietly, still feeling a bit bad that bakugo had to go and tell her all this, though she can’t deny that it made her extremely happy to hear.

“shut up with that already, will you? you know I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you.”

and that was enough to reassure (name) almost completely, that her negative feelings and emotions weren’t as bad as she had been painting them out to be.

with a soft smile, and a slow close of her eyes, (name) nuzzled closer up into bakugo, her cheek squished up against his chest.

“I love you, you big softie.”

“yeah yeah, whatever. I love you too.”

Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away | Lee Wonho

Pairing: Wonho X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: sadness ;-; mafia??? 

Author’s Note: It’s time I get back into writing, right? ah ha ha im sorry wonho stans also i really miss ot7 🥺🥺 I wish him and MX the best of luck for the future. I also suggest listening to his debut single: Losing You while reading 

WARNINGS! Vivid imagery of wounds and injuries! Blood!! death! 

Smoke trailed up into the cold night sky, snowflakes silently falling onto the slippery, icy road. He mustered all the energy he had into his arms, ignoring the pain in his abdomen and legs. Glass shards protruded from his chest, gashes around his waist and one from his head. The area was silent, the atmosphere still making it feel like time was slowing down. Frost and snow covered the land and trees that lined the road, one that wasn’t particularly used by many, potholes and cracks now concealed and filled by the ice and snow. Snow did what it always did and fell silently, covering the world with its wintry beauty.

Not even the moon shined, only a vague light of the moon did through the clouds but the only source of light around him now was one of the headlights of the car as it laid sideways, the other broken. Little things and pieces of the totaled car fell to the ground, the glass from the windows and windshields crunching beneath his body. He laid himself on his back, his mind numb to all the pain searing through his body.

He felt nothing.

It hurt to breathe, the coldness was sinking deeper and deeper as he laid in the sludge of melted snow on the side of the road. Without even looking, he could only imagine how red he was dyeing the snow all around him. No trees swayed, no winds passed by. There was nothing around, no one around. He was completely alone and no one would be coming. They made sure of it and made sure the job was done.

Getting into his car, the first thing Wonho did after starting it was to turn on the heaters and the seat warmer in his driver’s seat. His windows were fogged from the cold, frost creeping around the edges. He sat in the cold leather seat in the dark, blowing into his cupped hands around his mouth, occasionally rubbing them. Even through the sweatpants he wore, the cold went right through to his skin. He could see light traces of his breath in the cold car as it warmed up.

Driving away from headquarters on the beaten road, remnants of snow from others who had shoveled the roads all day crunches beneath the tires as he drove, the steering wheel cold as ice under his dry hands. The streets were barren, silent and still as he drove through, the area looking like it was a picture. He passed by buildings that were abandoned long ago, windows and doors boarded up or smashed in. The walls of them were worn from weathering after years with no one to treat them, cracks all around the walls. As he drove away, the road got bumpier and bumpier as he drove over untouched snow on the road.

He drove cautiously over the dipper road entering an area filled with trees, a back road that was uncommonly used by others. Tall trees lined both sides of the narrow, straight road that stretched for miles. It made the trip home longer but it was safer than driving in the open through the city, especially for Wonho. He focused on driving, trying his best to stay on the road as snow fell onto his windshield, even listening to the radio that played soft songs, the sound almost covered by the blasting heater that made the car nice and warm, the hot air burning against his hands on the old lacquered wood steering wheel.  

A hard collision from behind pushed his car into the side of the road, the wheels being pushed over the tree roots beneath the snow, making the car roll. He held onto the steering wheel the best he could but it happened so suddenly. Pain bloomed all over his body as he did his best to get out of his upside down, dragging his body over the broken glass all around. The shards crunched beneath his weight, his breathing weak and staggering. His frozen breaths puffed into the oblivion sky, the snow falling onto his face and body as it came down in silence. The cold all around him felt different. It was the type that reached into his bones but he couldn’t tell if it was really because his bones were exposed from his wounds or if it was just that cold. But it also felt like the cold was causing him more pain than his wounds. He laid on his back, his lungs struggling to breathe through the feeling of his lungs freezing, the snow and sludge around his hands numbing his fingertips, turning them stiff. He could feel the cold wetness seep through his clothes to his body, at the roots of his hair on his head as he laid, breathing.

He could feel his heart weakening as it beat in his chest, his body pulsating with every beat. He was losing blood and his blood flow was slowing down. Shakily, he reached for the zipper in his jacket pocket, struggling to find it from the coldness pricking him, but after what felt like an hour to him, he was able to unzip his pocket. Small tiny pieces of his glass cut and prodded at the skin on his hand, making him bleed even more as he weakly pulled out his phone. Te device was dented and the screen shattered. Turning his head and resting his arm holding his phone on the ground, his face was illuminated by the near broken device and the first thing he saw was a picture of you, making his lips twitch even when he couldn’t really feel anything anymore. His thumb hesitated as he faced the dial screen as large snowflakes pelted his face and body and everything all around. He couldn’t bring himself to call anyone from the clan after seeing the last four percent of battery he had. He was one of the last to leave and everyone else was long gone. There would be no one who could reach him in time before he bled out. After making up his mind, he pressed the one contact he was sure he wanted to call.

“Wonho?” Your voice was groggy being woken up from sleep. You laid still in bed in the dark, holding your phone to your face. “Are you home yet?” You asked stifling a yawn.

“I’ll be coming home a bit late,” he said weakly, sounding tired to you. “I was wondering…” He scrunched his eyes shut at the sharp pain that pierced him from the side as he moved just the slightest bit, biting back his yelps of pain. You couldn’t know. He didn’t want to worry you. “Could you do me a favor?” He asked, trying his best to sound as normal as he could, praying you couldn’t hear the car smoking in the back or the sound of wind blowing around him.

“What is it?” You asked, just a slightly but more awake.

“Could you sing for me that song? The one I like to hear you sing?”

“What for?” Curiosity piqued as you now opened your eyes to the wide dark room, his spot in bed empty beside you.

“I just wanted to hear you… so will you?”

“I could sing it when you come home but I don’t really know about right now… my voice isn’t exactly the best right now.” You sat up, stroking one o this pillows, the soft fabric like a cloud beneath your fingertips.

“Please,” he urged, sounding just the bit desperate. It was a song he often found your singing whenever he came home late. It wasn’t an original but that didn’t matter to him. He loved you and the sound of your voice as you spoke or laughed or yelled at him or cried, he loved everything about you. He loves your soul and saw it as a blessing in real life in the heinous world he was etched into.  

“Fine,” you caved. You learned your throat and made an effort to sound the best you could.

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms…” He turned up the volume as much as he could, closing his eyes and letting his imagination take him away from the numbness of his body, imagining him holding you in his arms in the dark kitchen one last time, his body swaying slowly with yours to music only the two of you could hear. He followed the words you sang, your voice honey and raw in his ears, savoring every bit of it. “But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and I cried.” Cried. The sadness that was etched into your face when he came home to you beaten up and bruised, the panic you had in your teary eyes and the way your lips quivered as you managed him up, your tears dripping off your chin and the way your hands trembled.

It was a sight he never wanted to see, a pain he never meant to inflict on you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray…” The way the last light of sun shined on your skin made you seem ethereal to him. The way you smiled, your nose scrunching just the slightest bit. Even as it hailed outside, hearing your laugh as it echoed around the spacious yet cozy living room, it was a laugh he could listen to on repeat and never get tired of. There wasn’t any problem you couldn’t help make easier for him by being beside him. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you… Please don’t take-“ your voice was cut off as his phone died in his ear. Bringing the phone away, he discarded it to the side, as darkness blurred the corners of his visions.

With his final breath, he mustered up the energy, regardless of the pain he felt, ignoring everything to finish the line. “Please don’t take my sunshine away…” He closed his eyes, letting these be his final words, the image of you being the last thing he saw before his heart stopped beating, the pain no longer plaguing his body anymore.

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