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"I'd make a great boyfriend!"
Jungkook x Reader
Summary: A typically chaotic evening with your best friend leads to a slightly unexpected conversation.
Warnings: swearing, a few suggestive jokes, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
I don't quite know where this was going, it kinda feels like the setup for a F2L, but idk, I hope you like it anyway.
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Friday nights with Jungkook were one of your favorite things, no more stress about work or
school, just you and your best friend trying to beat each other’s high scores at video games or
karaoke and marathoning whatever film or shows you were both obsessed with at the moment.
Tonight was no different, you and Jungkook were three rounds into a Smash bros tournament
when he slumped back on the sofa next to you after losing to you yet again.
“Agh, screw this, I’m hungry.” Jungkook whined.
“How is that my problem?” You asked.
“You distracted me and I forgot to eat.” He said, pouting at you.
“Your adhd is not my fault.” You replied, getting up anyway with a groan. “What do you want to
eat?”
“Hmm,” He thought for a moment before smirking up at you. “You wanna have ramen?”
You shot him an unamused look. “If this is like when you asked me about meeting your cat, I will
kick your ass.”
“I’ll just stick with the ramen then.” He replied, also getting to his feet.
Which is how you ended up in your current predicament of cooking ramen at twelve thirty at
night, which wouldn’t be that bad if you didn’t have Jungkook who insisted on trying to teach you
one of his ‘famous’ ramen recipes.
“This is way too many steps! I thought the whole point of ramen was that it’s easy!” You
complained, watching as he chopped veggies for the soup.
“That’s cause you don’t have the creative vision I have.” He insisted, nodding to the pantry. “Can
you grab one of the spicy noodle packs for me?”
“Fine.” You responded, familiar enough with his kitchen at this point that you could find them
almost without looking.
When you turned back around, he had removed his hoodie, leaving him in a t-shirt that showed
off his impressive collection of tattoos.
“Stop staring.” He remarked, catching your eyes on him.
“You should get a tattoo of the Buldak bird.” You suggested, poking his arm as you rejoined him
at the stove.
“First of all, his name is Hochi, and secondly, no.” He responded, taking the packet from you.
“Why not? Think of the brand deal, we could get so much free ramen!” You said.
“That’s not how brand deals work. Also who is ‘we’?!” He asked, struggling to open the sauce
packet.
“Well, it was my idea, so I should get a percentage of the royalties.” You explained, leaning over
to help at the exact moment he finally managed to tear it open with slightly too much force,
resulting in a small splatter of the bright red mix to land on your shirt.
“Kook!”
“Shit, I’m sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to clean you up. “Here, if I put it in the wash quickly,
it shouldn’t stain, let me get you something else to wear.” He said, grabbing his previously
discarded hoodie and offering it to you.
You thanked him and quickly ducked into the bathroom to change, tossing your sweater out the
door to him before pulling the dark material of his hoodie over yourself, the fabric absolutely swamping you, the lingering scent of his
cologne mildly comforting.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, you were already dividing the food out into bowls.
He paused, studying you for a moment before coming to slump against your back in what
almost resembled a hug, looping his arms loosely around your middle.
“What are you doing?” You asked, bumping your elbow back against him.
“Giving you affection?” He replied, propping his chin on your shoulder.
“Eww, why?”
“I dunno, you just look cute in my clothes and I wanted to.” He shrugged.
“I didn’t look cute before?” You questioned, side eyeing him.
He groaned. “Will you let me have my moment, I’m trying to like you.”
“Excuse me?!” You asked incredulously.
“I was just testing it out.” He muttered, following you as you moved about the kitchen, tightening
his grip to ensure no separation between the two of you.
“Why though?”
“I wanted to see what it felt like.”
“And?”
“I think you ask too many questions. Ack!” He teased, earning a pinch that made him jump back,
releasing his hold on you.
“Just eat your food and leave me out of your weird little fantasies.” You remarked, handing him a
bowl before moving to sit at the counter.
“They’re not weird!”
“Sure.” You said sarcastically.
“They’re not! What, you never thought about what it would be like to date me?” He asked.
“Nope.”
“Liar.”
“Why would I lie about that?” You exclaimed.
“Because Jimin told me you used to think I was cute.”
“That motherf-'' You gritted your teeth.
“So?” He tilted his head at you.
“So what? Thinking you’re cute is different than considering dating you.” You pointed out.
“I’d make a great boyfriend though!” He insisted.
“I’m sure you would be, but not for me!” You said sharply.
“Okay, fine!” He said, copying your tone.
For a few minutes, that seemed to be the end of it as you both ate in silence.
“How’re the noodles?” He asked quietly.
“Really good, actually.” You admitted.
“Imagine having a boyfriend who’s a good cook.” He mumbled, making you drop your fork in the
dish with a loud clang.
“Would you stop?!” You whined, making him snicker.
“Oh c’mon, that was a little funny.” He said between laughs.
“When are you gonna let this go?”
“Probably never.” He said with a smug grin.
You rolled your eyes. “Then I’ll just have to start using some of the dirt Jimin told me about you.”
His laughter stopped almost instantly, eyes going wide. “Why, what’d he tell you?”
“I think it’s more fun if I keep you in suspense.”
You smirked.
“Y/n!”
In truth, you didn’t have anything on him, but he didn’t need to know that.
Not yet anyway.
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The Dream Love - part 1
Mafia Gojo x y/n
Will contain mature theme such a yandere, Mafia, stalking, manipulation, 18+ etc so minor stay away~
Hello! I know its late but here is the first chapter of the Mafia Gojo x reader I hope you like it!! I'm still new to this tumbler stuff soo T_T.
Oh if you have any requests you can make it I guess for now I will do for JJK x reader. (As I'm keeping up with the updates too heeh) I will be taking up the requests till I go back to my writing a real original new story.
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I wish you were real, Not just a dream, or just the character of the books~ but today I saw you darling. You were real not just a dream but in my reality. I will never let you go... NEVER... even if it cost me to lose everything...
“DON'T FORGET TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK AND SLEEP EARLY” the cheerful voice yelled grabbing the attention of the others in the middle of the street. Making you and Nobara groan in response to how loud the boy could be as if he is always high on some sugar rush.
“I will don't you worry,” you said giving the pair a small wave with a smile on your face while walking backwards. Almost bumping into a
“Yuji!! Let's go” you chuckle in response watching how Nobara just dragged Yuji away who was still waving at you.
Watching the pair walking away as the smile fades away from your face. Putting your headphone over your head in a low volume with no music on. The long walk was no trouble at night as it was a busy city of Tokyo always surrounded by people here and there.
“Well, I should just take some groceries as he will be coming back home tonight.” mumbling to your self moving your head along with the tune of the music.
Entering the grocery store pick up the small basket as you walk through the aisle without looking left or right. Just walking ahead with the blank look over your face now stopping in front of the cat food.
Putting 6 to 7 cans of food in the basket along with a little feather toy, with a smile on your face. About the little new baby back at home making you just run now as fast as you could. Now taking a turn while looking down at your phone changing the music almost bumping into a tall figure.
“Sorry,” you said in a small voice without looking up just to walk past the figure. Making the tall person turn around and stare at you while his hands are placed over the trolley filled with all kinds of sweets.
Watching the girl walking away humming in a soft tune of the music being played.
“Now I also need food for me and my dear brother. Hope he won't be angry about it”
Non-other the Ramen
“Well here you are buddy” you mumble under your breath not noticing a haired male wearing a black shade of glasses. Stood right opposite her aisle with his hands folded over his chest.
“Now looking at it makes me want to eat Zuba soba noodles” mumbling under your breath filling the basket with 4 cups of noodles.
Looking from the corner of your eyes a tall man wearing black glasses staring down at the shelf in front of him. Knowing the fact what really is beside this ramen.
Closing your eyes for a few seconds as if you are trying your best to remember the words
Ramen at home?
Want to come and eat ramen?
Oh, want to see my butterfly was just boom but-it was more like
“Want to come over and have ramen?” a blurred face flashes right in front of your vision making you snap open your eyes with a small gasp.
“Huh” your eyes go wide in response. It seems as if you have heard a voice right next to your ear through your headphones being in low volume.
Tuning your head around just to find no one around you, just to find yourself alone. Not even the white-haired guy who stood not too far away from you.
“I need to stop snapping out from reality” mumbling under your breath rolling your eyes in response while walking towards the egg counter.
While on the other hand, the tall white-haired guy kneeled down on the floor hiding over the opposite shelf. While covering his mouth with his gloves hand with a slight smile on his face.
“I guess she wants to~ why not tonight my darling~” the white-haired male mumbles under his breath.
In the same aisle, the little boy looks down at the white-haired male with a weird expression on his face. Only made the boy to tear up running towards his mother while crying.
“MOMMM!! That guy is scaring me!!” the little boy cried making the worried expression of his mother change into a furious one.
“Who can scare my little boy let me have a word with him! For scaring my boy where is the manager-”
“Oh I guess it was me miss” the voice said right behind the mother. She could feel a sudden wave of shivers passes the moment she turns around a small gasp escaped from her lips.
“What do you want to talk about miss?” the deep blue eyes staring down at her. Shadow form over half of his face. As if this guy just popped out of some thriller movie and is on a killing spree.
The woman just shakes her head no with tears forming in her eyes the next thing she did. Just to pick up her child and ran away as fast as she could out of the supermarket. Leaving her cart behind.
“Hey Gojo, you seem to have a knack for scaring people! Maybe you should consider auditioning for a horror movie instead of lurking in the supermarket. Just make sure to hide your ugly face next time!”
“Go and fuck yourself Fushiguro” Gojo walks away carrying the basket full of condoms with the extra large and thin with different kinds of flavours.
“Didn't know you were a sex freak?”
“Going to be only for my dreamgirl”
“That dream girl of yours dosent exits you know its just a dream-”
“I just saw her”
“Are you now dreaming with your open eyes?”
“I’m just wide awake now”
‘Ah, I just feel so hungry…. I hope your brother has already cooked something tomorrow I don't want to eat Ramen…’
Now walking towards the counter with a blank look on your face, as the supermarket seems to be more empty. Well, it was never crowded but at the same time not this open.
The same tall guy with white hair who now stood in front of you ready to scan his item or more like items. The same being ramen of the same flavour you took and the whole degree of pack of condoms?
‘Well someone is going to do phew-phew being warped up for hours and days’ you chuckle at your thoughts now filled with not-so-good ones. The erotic stories-
You just sign in response now removing your headphones paying in the counter. Thanking the guy who just seems unbothered rolling his eyes.
"Well lets go~ home cant wait to meet the little one my baby~" you said in a small baby voice to yourself ignoring the weird look you are receiving by the passing by.
Still unknown about the fact a pair of blue eyes staring at you with the love-sick eyes. While the other black haired male just pretending to puke.
'Finally I'm home'
You thought reaching the front of your house, you unlocked the door just to freeze as you got a text from your brother.
Hey, can you call me when you get home? I need to talk to you about something.’
Signing in response by pressing your lips in a thin line as you close the door behind you locking it.
‘I’m already reached home bro give me a few seconds I will call after getting fresh up and feeding the little one.’
You texted back just to hear a soft meow feeling something brushing against your leg.
Meow~ purring at the end only made your heart to melt.
"Kitty, kitty," you said, smiling as you picked it up in your arms.
“Ah I have to name this little one but have to wait till he comes back” you smile
"Are you hungry? Because Mommy is!"
Just to hear another meow as if the kitten is making you squeak and aww looking down at the little kitten.
Meooow~
"Awww he's so cute!" you exclaimed in a baby voice as your eyes were gleaming with happiness.
"Momma is going to give you a big kiss!" you picked up the kitten in your arms gently kissing him over his forehead.
You felt the kitten purr and wiggle its tail in delight. It was finally, being back at home and petting it, feeding it and babying it.
It has been four weeks since your elder brother brought this little kitten home fully wet and sick. It was a shade of gray, but you later just learned it's a little white fluffy white kitten… Still hissing it crawls out ready to attack the stranger. But later it just warms up to you both slowly.
Walking towards the kitchen, placing the kitten in the living room. Grabbing a can of cat food from the pantry and opened it, pouring the food into a bowl. Placing the bowl down in front of the kitten and watched as it began to eat.
"Such a cute little fur ball you are, aren't you?" you pout staring down at the kitten. Who was just well busy eating...
Now grabbing the ramen for yourself while putting the kettle to boil the water. Not really in the mode of cooking more like it's your brother who is the lead person cooks. Rather than boiling water or making coffee for yourself.
You
Are
BANNED
From the kitchen
Escape from boiling water and milk
'What am I a kid to have milk?'
Well, the rules are already stickered in the freezer for your short-term memory brain cells. Always ready to forget the thing-
“Wait brother said to call him I totally forgot about it” now walking towards your phone upon the dinner table.
Just to see multiple texts and missed calls from your brother itself who has always been the patient one. The phone was on silent as you were in the library with your friends for the upcoming test.
“What?” a confused expression falls over your face staring at your phone and scrolling up.
y/n get out of the house now and take that little
fur ball go to Mahito's house now
Y/n did you leave?
Y/n? Answer my phone
Where are you?
Are you out of the house?
Call me now!
It's really important I can't talk over in text
Why aren't you answering my phone?
I have called Mahito he will be there in 10 minutes just share him and your location
Y/n?
Going through the text only made you worried about what really your brother wants you to get out of the house. Shaking your head you dial his number hearing it ring hearing the blow of the whistle the sign the water has been boiled.
More like a note written in the freezer with an emoji making you sign in response. The fact your brother really thinks you are stupid and forgets every-
“Oh Damn the water!!!”
Well looks like the brother is always right~
Poring the boiling water inside the ramen cup as you cover it up with the lead. Still calling your brother which soon goes into the voice call. Signing in response you call your brother three to four times just to get the same response
“Now he is the one not receiving my calls so annoying” you sign. But all of a sudden uneasy feeling inside your chest. Calling him just directed to the voice note after rings rolling your eyes in response.
Right then just to hear a meow once again the little kitten brushing against your feet. As if it has sensed your discomfort making you look down at it.
“Right so annoying, but you aren't little one” with a pout over your lips picking up the kitten and placing it on the table. Who just stares at you with its doe eyes wide open and fully black.
Bringing your cup noodle to the table as you sat on the chair. Right before you could call your brother back just to receive a call from Mahito.
Remembering the fact your brother said he will be calling you. Mahito is one of the annoying friends of your brother. Who always teases you and hits the back of your head again and again telling you stupid.
RINGGG~
Right before you could receive the call just to hear your doorbell ringing. Making a confused expression falls over your face.
“Why is he even calling when he is already at the door?” rolling your eyes in response just to hang up the call while walking towards the door. The little kitten followed right behind me opening the door.
“Why did you even call when you-.” You stop freezing on the spot as your phone begins to ring again. A confused expression falls over your face seeing a tall figure with white hair wearing a black shade of sunglasses at nighttime.
“Yes?”
You know the fact your brother had warned you not to open the door without looking at the peephole. But as stupid you will be the first one to die in a horror movie when you open the door.
“I’m your brother's friend Darling~ I’m here to take you to him” A sudden wave of shiver passes through you. Just hearing his voice sounds familiar yet strange at the same time.
“I’m sorry, but I can't” Your phone starts to ring again the smile on the face of the guy fade away.
“Won't you listen to your brother Geto? I’m his school friend Gojo, Gojo Satoru” the guy said making me freeze how did he know your brother's real name?
One of the rules stuck in the freezer is to run away get from the person who refers to his real name. Rather than the people he has introduced you to.
to be continue...
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First Heartbreak
Miyawaki Sakura x Fem!Reader/ Platonic!Hong Eunchae x Fem!Reader
Description: "Everybody saw the way Eunchae looked at you like you couldn't do any wrong, even your girlfriend, but it seems you're a little stupid and didn't saw, and this lead to the younger first heartbreak."
Saju: IT'S HERE ANON! I hope y'all enjoy this and i'm sorry for the shitty ending, anyway! Have a good one babys, and sorry for any grammar there.
Another day had begun, and here was Y/n, heading to hell—school, heading to school. The girl was as late as always; she ran as fast as she could, entering the school just before the gate closed. Without losing pace, she ran through the corridor in search of her classroom. Fortunately, fate was on her side as the teacher was also running late, giving her enough time to enter and compose herself. Kazuha, her best friend and partner, looked at her, laughing.
"Can I know the reason for your lateness today?" Kazuha asked with a mischievous smile, remembering that Y/n had mentioned spending the night at her girlfriend's house. "Haha, we didn't do anything special, you pervert. I was late because Sakura simply decided not to wake me up," Y/n explained after giving a strong flick to the Japanese girl's forehead, seeing her face contort into a grimace.
"Sorry for the delay, class! Let's start the lesson," the teacher said, interrupting their conversation. Some classes passed, and now it was Y/n's favorite moment, the break. She loved this time since she would eat delicious food, see her friends, and meet her woman, the most beautiful, charming, and enchanting, Miyawaki Sakura. Many girls and even some boys admired her, but only one person had captured the heart of the older girl, and that person was Y/n. All her friends knew about the relationship, well, all except one, Hong Eunchae, the youngest in the group.
She was introduced to the group by Yunjin, the social butterfly of the group. Being the youngest, the girls only saw each other during breaks or outside school. I can tell you that the newcomer felt very welcome in the group; everyone welcomed her warmly, and she was quickly dubbed the group's baby. However, what no one knew, or what Eunchae thought, was that she had developed feelings for Y/n. It was love at first sight, and the girls noticed how the youngest followed Y/n like a lost puppy or the passionate looks and silly smiles directed at her. Even Sakura had noticed but didn't mind as she found it cute to see the girl in love.
Well, as you can imagine, Y/n is ridiculously clueless and didn't notice the signals Eunchae gave her, or maybe she did and chose to ignore them, which frustrated the younger girl. So today, after school, Eunchae decided she would confess her feelings to the older girl.
The girls were all at their usual table, except Eunchae, who hadn't arrived yet but had notified that she was on her way. Y/n was holding hands with her girlfriend under the table while listening to her friends gossip about the latest school rumors. Y/n felt her hand being squeezed and looked to her right to see Sakura smiling at her, pouting for a kiss, which Y/n reciprocated without hesitation. Little did they imagine that Eunchae had entered just at that moment and witnessed everything.
The girl felt her heart shatter into tiny pieces; her sweet eyes filled with tears, making her vision blurry. Before any of the girls noticed her, she ran out of the cafeteria. However, Chaewon saw her, saw the moment of the youngest's first broken heart, and without saying anything, quickly got up, chasing after Eunchae, leaving her friends yelling her name.
"What happened?" Kazuha asked with a mouth full of ramen; the girls just shook their heads, indicating they didn't know either. "I'll go after her, be right back." Y/n planted a kiss on her girlfriend's forehead and went in search of Chaewon.
Chaewon was out of breath but had managed to keep Hong in her line of sight. Eunchae had entered an empty classroom, and as Chaewon approached, she could hear her crying. Chaewon's heart ached to see the youngest like this, but she didn't blame Y/n and Sakura; they thought it was just a passing crush. She took a deep breath and then opened the door. "Angel? What happened? Actually, don't answer. I saw what happened, and...come here." Chaewon pulled Eunchae into a tight hug, trying to comfort the younger girl. "Unnie, it hurts...it hurts a lot," Eunchae said between tears and sobs. Kim embraced the girl tightly, stroking her hair and telling her to let out all the pain.
"Do you feel better now?" Chaewon asked the girl after giving her time to cry and calm down. Eunchae nodded in agreement, sniffing, which made Chaewon laugh a little. "What are you laughing at, unnie?" Eunchae asked, letting a small smile escape. "You're too cute, little one. Your nose is all red." She responded, touching Eunchae's nose. They were so engrossed in each other that they were startled by the loud noise the door made when brutally opened, and they saw a sweaty and panting Y/n in the doorway.
"I...I found you..." The girl seemed like she could collapse at any moment. She climbed the small steps of the room and sat next to Eunchae. "Well, Yunjin is calling me, to solve some couple issues...bye!" Chaewon quickly left the room so the two could talk alone, leaving the youngest shouting her name.
"What happened to her?" Y/n asked, still panting. Eunchae lowered her gaze, playing with her fingers. Y/n noticed her "discomfort" and approached, holding her arm. "Chae, did something happen?" She asked with concern, seeing the younger girl look at her with a sad and angry look at the same time. "Yes, you happened, Y/n! You and Sakura unnie..." Her little eyes filled with tears again, making Y/n go into a certain panic. "W-what did I do??" Her eyebrows raised almost coming out of her head. "You're a stupid fool and slow, didn't notice the signs I sent you. Everything was in vain; you didn't care about me. And what I hate the most is that I can't hate you or unnie..." Each word was a punch to Y/n's chest, who just let it all happen, letting the blows hit her. She was still confused about what the girl meant, so she firmly held Eunchae's wrists, making her stop and look at Y/n.
"Please tell me what happened...what did I do to make you like this?" She said in a calm yet apprehensive voice, "I...I didn't know that you and Sakura unnie were together...I like you, Y/nnie, a lot...I wanted to confess to you, but when I saw you and unnie kissing, it was like my world stopped...uh...I'm sorry, I just...I don't know." Eunchae averted her gaze, not wanting to see the older girl's expression with the words spoken.
Y/n was shocked, didn't imagine that the younger one liked her, it never crossed her mind. She was trying to recall the signs, and maybe, just maybe, it clicked. She remembered the moments when the younger one always followed her, the times a sparkle appeared in her eyes after Y/n hugged her or showed affection, how she always tried to arrive on time to sit next to Y/n in the cafeteria, and the times the girl sought her attention.
"Eunchae...I...didn't imagine." The older one expressed with a tone of sadness and regret, looking at Eunchae with a look of an abandoned puppy. "Stop looking at me like that; it's as if you committed a crime!" She let out a small laugh, which made Y/n's heart race. She hated seeing the younger one sad, and everything just got worse knowing that she was the main reason for this moment. God! She felt like trash for hurting her, even if it wasn't intentional.
They fell into silence for a moment; you could hear their breaths and Eunchae's sniffles. Y/n crouched in front of Eunchae, hugging the girl's legs and laying her head on her knees. "I'm really sorry, Chae. I won't lie to you; you mean a lot to me. You're incredibly important to me...but you're like a little pest that always shows up, like those annoying flies that bother you all night. What I mean is, I love you and care about you a lot, but unfortunately, it's not romantic...even if Sakura and I had nothing...it wouldn't happen. MY GOD, I'M JUST MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, EUN, I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU...I JUST WANT TO FIX EVERYTHING AND TAKE CARE OF Y-" Y/n started to "shout" nervously; she felt like she was only making the situation worse with the girl. But she was surprised to feel the impact of Eunchae's body colliding with hers, taking them both to the floor.
Eunchae let out a sigh; now she felt calmer. "It's okay, unnie...well, it still hurts, but...it will be okay." Her voice came out muffled as her face was hidden in the older girl's neck. "I know it was never your or Sakura unnie's intention to hurt me...I should have suspected since you both are pretty gay...especially you, haha." She lifted her face, laughing at Y/n, and then gave her a strong slap on the arm. "WHY WAS THAT, MAN?!?" Y/n shouted while trying to ease the pain in her arm. "That's for breaking my heart and hiding your relationship, you stupid!" She tried to look serious and angry, but failed miserably, bursting into laughter at the sight of Y/n's indignant expression.
"But seriously, little one...are you going to be okay? If you need me to stay away for a while, I'll do it...as long as I can have you annoying me again, laughing at my angry face, and not crying over things I did." Y/n looked at her with hopeful but fearful eyes; Eunchae just smiled and said, "It will take some time, but I'll be okay. Don't worry, unnie, you won't get rid of me so easily." She squeezed the older girl's cheeks, making her relax completely with the news.
Y/n pulled Eunchae into a tight hug, and soon they felt several arms wrapping around them. Looking up, they saw Sakura and their friends, all with smiles on their faces. "Sorry, angel, and unnie is extremely proud of you," Sakura said after leaving a kiss on Eunchae's head, hugging her even tighter.
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10/NOV/20XX
"Sans."
"Sans."
"SANS."
"SANS, STOP THROWING ME, GODDAMN IT!!"
"We're not getting ANYWHERE like this!"
"you look like you need a hand."
"I don't!"
"I REALLY don't!!"
"....."
"alphys, stop grabbing me."
"It's only fair."
"c'mon. we're not getting 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 like this."
"Oh, shut UP!!"
i'm at undyne and alphys' place, playing co-op games.
(i'm really helpful, as you can tell.)
papyrus was playing with us, but he apparently made plans with flowey.
sorry, 'flowery'.
that's what paps calls him.
must be a nickname of sorts,
'cuz when paps is real serious, he'll say 'flowey'.
..which is to say, almost never.
that weed's got a big soft spot for papyrus.
and tori.
and despite the squabbles, i think he really cares about frisk, too.
——
"Undyne..."
"Let me-"
"I'm gonna make this jump by myself if it's the last thing I do!!"
"Y-you're losing all your lives.."
"I'm GONNA make it!"
she did not.
i'm already out myself, after undyne got pissed and threw me into a pit a few times.
now it's just alphys vs. the clock.
"GO, Alphy, GO!!"
——
"YEAAAAHHH!!!!"
i whispered, "(epic dub.)"
alphys slowly turned to me with a look of disgust.
"(You are... so cringe.)"
"(you're just jealous of my hip-ness. i'm totally epic.)"
"(Stop??)"
——
"Yo, Sans."
"Wanna have one with us before you leave?"
undyne shook a cup noodle.
"sure."
been a while since i had ramen for dinner, since paps usually cooks. stopped having them as often because they're not really substantial enough for me anymore.
oh, to go back to being a teen who could live off noodles forever.
——
sometime while we were eating, it really started coming down.
"When'd it start raining THIS hard?"
"You might have to stay here until it clears, Sans."
"if i pull my hood up i'll be fine getting home."
"Dude, no way we're letting you go out like that."
alphys squinted out the window.
"It's getting dark, too. You're not gonna be able to see a thing!"
they've got a point, but paps is gonna be worried.
——
"STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!!"
"ok"
"i am"
"did you get home before the rain?"
"NO, I'M AT MS. TORIEL'S."
"ANY IDEA WHEN IT'LL CLEAR?"
"looks like it might be all night."
"SO IT'S AN IMPROMPTU SLEEPOVER, NOW?"
"guess so"
"DO THEY HAVE SPARE BLANKETS AND WHATNOT FOR YOU TO USE?"
"lemme ask"
"ok"
"one pillow"
"but no sheets"
"THAT'S.. NOT GREAT."
"eh"
"good enough"
"how's it for you at tori's?"
"MS. TORIEL IS DEFINITELY ALWAYS PREPARED."
"HER COUCH IS QUITE COMFORTABLE!"
"BY THE"
"huh"
"SORRY. I HIT SEND TOO EARLY."
"I MEANT:
BY THE WAY, DID YOU EAT ALREADY?"
"cup noodles"
he took a long time to respond.
"HM."
"what"
"IS THAT REALLY NUTRITIONAL ENOUGH?"
"survived off the stuff before"
"AND YOU WERE ALWAYS TERRIBLY SHAKY, BEFORE."
"if that was all i'd eaten"
"....IS THAT ALL YOU'VE EATEN?"
"the cereal and coffee this morning"
"UGH."
"I AGREED TO CEREAL ON THE CONDITION THAT YOU HAD SOMETHING MORE SUBSTANTIAL LATER."
"corn flakes are substantial"
"NOT*"
"i'll lie"
"lice"
"libe"
"live"
"jeez"
"sorry"
"WHAT HAPPENED THERE??"
"fuzzy vision+hands stuff"
"WHAT."
"maybe i stared too hard at the screen or somethin"
"AND THE HANDS??"
"dunno"
"OKAY."
"THAT'S."
"I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOUR POOR DIETARY CHOICES TODAY, THEN."
"I SEE YOU TYPING AND IF IT'S AT ALL REMINISCENT OF A 'IT'S FINE' I WANT YOU TO STOP."
"...REALLY?"
"OKAY. OKAY."
"SO YOU'RE:"
"RUNNING ON CAFFEINE, SUGAR, AND CARBS."
"SLEEPING WITH NO BLANKETS DURING A COLD RAINSTORM."
"SUFFERING VARIOUS HEALTH COMPLICATIONS."
"AND I'M... THERE FOR NONE OF IT."
"DON'T EVEN SAY IT."
"ok"
"bro?"
"you still there?"
"..HOLD ON. GIVE ME A MINUTE."
"what's going on?"
"....paps???"
——
oh my god.
really papyrus, what the hell?
now you're worrying 𝘮𝘦.
he marched through that storm out there just to bring me home?
"Not even an umbrella..?"
"I.. DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT."
"HOLD ON, LET ME GO OUT AND GET A BIG ONE SO SANS-"
"Like hell you are!!"
"I HAVE TO TAKE SANS HOME!"
"you're soaked, paps..."
"A LITTLE RAIN CAN'T STOP THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"
——
the weather eventually let up enough for us to borrow umbrellas and walk home.
i'm still worried about him, though. he sat in those cold, soaked clothes for a while.
says he feels fine...
but he's been trembling a little since he came in.
"ONCE I WARM UP MORE, I'LL BE A-OKAY!"
——
"ISN'T IT TOO LATE FOR YOU TO BE WRITING ANY MORE? ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE NOT FEELING GREAT!"
"paps, you are-"
"PLEASE GO TO BED. STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME!"
"i'm only going if you do."
"..ALRIGHT, FAIR ENOUGH. I'LL GO AS WELL."
"goodnight, bro."
"GOODNIGHT, SANS!!"
"throw on a couple more blankets tonight, ok? maybe put on a sweater."
"I DON'T NEED-"
he shivered.
"......."
"WILL DO."
#journal#undertale#sans#papyrus#undyne#alphys#sans and papyrus#sans and alphys#papyrus and sans#skelebros
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Angel of small death
Pairing: Senju Akashi x f!reader
Genre: SMAU, Crack
Word count: 700ish
Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, gay agenda, intoxication, hopeless simping, PLATONIC Bonten x reader
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Your head was swimming, each breath faster and shallower than the last as the alcohol finally took full effect, making your vision just a little bit blurry and your heartbeat race as you felt hot, too hot, forcing you to loosen your tie and lose your suit jacket.
You poured yourself another shot.
What number were you on? 8, maybe 9? Maybe you were already in the double digits and just never noticed, the burn pleasing and just so, so correct at the moment, the haze in your mind drowning out everyone but her.
You freeze when she turns to look at you, her eyes glazed over as much as yours, your cheeks heating up as her eyes fell to your lips for just a moment.
She leaned towards you, so close you could feel her breath on your lips, and your breath hitched, eyes wide staring into hers.
“Wanna dance?” She whispered, licking her lips, and for a second you imagined what her tongue would taste like, if it’d be bitter like the Negroni she stole out of Sanzu’s glass or sweet like the White Russian she order a couple of minutes ago.
Taking her hand into yours as the only answer, she pulls you to your legs, letting you have a moment to gain your balance before pulling you with her, downstairs and away from the V.I.P. booths to the dance floor below.
Rindou and Ran smile at you with wolfish, mean grins, and you just know you’ll be in trouble tomorrow at work.
“I love this song!” She yells into your ear, and you barely hear over the harsh beat of the music, but nod anyway, even if you do not recognise the song playing.
She pressed herself to your body, fitting almost like a puzzle piece, all soft curves and bright smiles against your sharp edges and empty frowns, and she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in the neon purples and pinks of the club, eyes shimmering and shining.
You allow yourself to place your palms on her waist, swaying to the beat, the skin underneath your touch burning and alive and as she softly puts her hands on your neck, you imagine kissing her.
The songs change one after the other, and you have lost track of how long you’ve been dancing a while ago, your feet aching as the heat of the body around you becomes almost unbearable, a cigarette you lit up two songs ago still burning between your lips, but Senju’s eyes jump between yours and your lips and you feel out of breath.
You almost whine when Senju pulls away from you, stealing away the soothing warmth of her body, but her fingers are interlaced with yours as she starts pulling you outside the club, into the cold night outside.
“It was so hot and loud inside, had to get out.” She ran a hand through her hair, speech slightly slurred as she smiled at you, still standing close.
“Understandable.” You nodded, stomping out your cigarette before digging another one out, brain hazier than ever and you doubt you’ll remember much of this night in the morning.
“Wanna go grab a bite? I’m starving. My friends have a restaurant nearby, do you like ramen?” Stretching out her neck, she glanced back at you, finding your lips curved with amusement.
“My, my, miss Akashi, are you asking me out on a date?” Your smile was lazy and teasing, words coming out slowly and you just laughed when she flushed a deeper shade of scarlet, no longer caused by alcohol.
“And if I did,” She took a brave step towards you, eyes focused on your lips once more before she looked up at you, “Would you say yes?”
“Would be a crime to say no to a pretty face like yours.”
Senju’s face lit up as she nodded enthusiastically, turning on the back of her heel as she beckoned you to follow her.
Your hand took a hold of her arm just as she stopped in her tracks, turning to look at you.
“Do I get a kiss out of this date, miss L/N?”
You smirked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before settling your arms around her shoulders, pulling her flush chest-to-chest.
“If I really, really like you, maybe.”
“Wouldn’t it be a crime to say no to a pretty face like mine?”
You barked out a laugh, head tilting back and into the air, and she took the chance to place a tiny kiss on the base of your throat, right on your tattoo.
“Touche, miss Akashi. Touche.”
. . . next
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Love Q&A.
Pairing: BLACKPINK Rosé x gn!reader.
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Fluff.
TW: Cursing.
You came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing your Bugs Bunny t-shirt and pajama pants, drying your hair.
It wasn't that late, but your day had been exhausting, so you were already planning to lie in your bed, snug between the sheets, with your perfect girlfriend. Until you heard her voice.
You didn't remember Chaeyoung mentioning that she was going to invite any friends over, nor did you hear any third person's voice.
This is it, what you feared the most.
Finally Rosie…
has lost her mind.
You're dating a psychiatric.
"Chaeyoung, love, can you stop talking to the voices in your head?"
You alerted her as you entered the living room, where she was, making her laugh.
"It's just that they say funny things," she replied simply "I swear one of them is a professional comedian." She added excitedly.
You left the towel you were using hanging over the back of one of the chairs at the dining table to dry, and looked in your girlfriend's direction with a worried grimace.
For a second you took her response as her actually losing her mind, until having her in your field of vision, you noticed her phone in front of her, leaning against a stack of books, and watched as she slid her finger across the screen.
She was doing a live. Great, so she wasn't talking to herself.
Although other times you had found her talking to herself.
Mental note to be more attentive about it.
"Come, come." She raised her hand in your direction and motioned for you to come closer.
You heeded her and sat down next to her, who almost involuntarily, the instant you appeared next to her on the screen, wrapped her arms around your body and kissed your cheek.
"Everyone, this is y/n." She pointed at you, placing her open palm under your face, introducing you.
Any Blackpink fan knew who you were, not that either of you hid your relationship, on the contrary, everywhere your partner was, you were, and you uploaded posts together all the time. However you always avoided talking publicly about it, not for any particular reason. You assume that Rosé had been waiting for the motivation to talk about you to come out of herself, and you think this was the time.
"Hi." You greeted shyly.
"Don't be shy, you're never like that." She scolded you, tenderly.
"I'm sorry," You replied, raising the volume of your voice "How are you, family? Long time no see! Have you missed me?"
Your girlfriend scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully, slapping you on the shoulder. You both laughed, and she started telling the story about how yesterday you went to the convenience store and you accidentally knocked over a shelf of instant ramen, and how you two had to rush to arrange everything before anyone noticed.
When she finished, she bent over to the screen to read the comments, and one caught her eye.
"Oh! Tell the story of how you met." She read aloud so you could hear it.
"That's a good story, it all goes back to..." You started, but she interrupted you.
"No, baby, you always tell stories in too much detail, you need to be more precise," she put her fingers over your lips, to make you stop talking "we were in the same bar and they thought I was cute."
"No, love, you take all the fun out of it," now you cut her short "leave it, leave it to me."
You grabbed her arm and pulled it away, thus unblocking your mouth, then moved a little further into the center of the camera. Chaeyoung watched you with adoration and amusement in her eyes.
She really loved it when you told a story and elaborated so much about it. She loved hearing your voice, and seeing the light in your eyes when you talked about something you enjoyed.
"It was in Los Angeles, I was out at a bar with my friends and she was there with hers," you began to tell the story "I saw her and said 'oh wow, that girl is...pfff' to my friend." She laughed at the expression you used to define her "Then he says 'she's a blackpink member' and I'm like 'what's that' and he goes 'you know, ddu du du ddu du', my face was this"
You recreated the display of confusion you made that time towards the camera, getting the girl next to you to burst out laughing and fall to the side.
"Rosie, get up," You demanded, grabbing her arm to help her straighten up "you still have to hear the rest of the story."
In the comments some fans also laughed at your storytelling skills and others asked more questions.
"So the night went on and I kept watching her from afar, until at one point I went to get something to drink and I passed next to Lisa. I realized she was her friend, so I got up the courage and went up to her and said 'hey, excuse me, could you introduce me to your friend' and Lisa looked at me with a who-the-fuck-are-you face."
Your partner covered her face with her hands as it made her shy for you to say you found her attractive since you saw her the first time.
"But somehow I convinced her and when we both went back to our tables I saw she said something to Rosie, then they both looked at me, and Chae smiled, so I greeted her like this." You demonstrated the gesture with your hand "The rest is history." You finished, to which she wrapped her arms around you again, affectionately.
"I love you," she murmured softly "thank you for badgering Lisa to introduce us."
"I'd harass any of the girls to help me get close to you," you joked "even Jennie." You grimaced in terror.
"Guys, y/n is terrified of Jennie." Chaeyoung explained.
"I'm not terrified of Jennie," you defended yourself "she just makes me a little nervous."
"Jennie is the sweetest person on the planet."
"But she has the scariest resting bitch face on the planet." You added.
She shook her head at your response, incredulous that you would be afraid of someone as tender as Jennie, and then continued to read what the viewers of the broadcast were saying.
"What do you guys like most about each other?"
"That good old aussie accent," you said without a second thought "What do you like most about me?" you asked copying her accent, she put her arm blocking your body and then she pushed you backwards with it, making you fall.
"Yeah, let's ignore that." She dismissed "What I love most about y/n is..." she took a second to think it through "how much you love me and take care of me." You looked at her tenderly, tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and left a kiss on her forehead.
"My answer is still your accent." You said, faking her way of speaking again.
"Yah!" She grabbed your shoulders and started shaking your body "Say something nice!"
"Okay, okay," you dropped the joke "I was just kidding." You were silent for a moment searching for a response "Your passion for everything." You said, as if it were a no-brainer.
"What does that mean?"
"That you are very passionate about everything, about love, about music, about your work, you even suffer passionately." You reasoned "You're completely honest about your feelings."
She gave you a lovelorn smile and a caress on your cheek.
"What was your first kiss like?" You read now.
"Weird." Chaeyoung confessed.
"Indeed." You agreed.
"Because, it was like this," she began "we had been seeing each other for a few months, but neither of us made the first move, one day we went to have dinner and when they took me back to my place I was waiting for them to kiss me," she expressed "but they didn't, they just gave me a kiss on the cheek."
"So your reaction was to demand that I kiss you!?" You squealed skeptically.
"Exactly! I had to tell them 'Can you just kiss me?' because otherwise you never would have done it!"
"Maybe I wasn't ready to kiss you yet." You conferred.
"Honey, please, if it was up to you you would have kissed me the night we met. I'm unaware, but not stupid." She attacked obviously.
"Huh... I hate it when you're right." You gave yourself up for dejection.
—ica.
#kpop imagines#kpop#blackpink imagines#blackpink reactions#blackpink scenarios#blackpink#blackpink rose#rose scenarios#rose imagines#rose x reader#rose reactions
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"You Don't Know Who I Am?" Colin (Not Okay Movie) Imagine
AN: I did a thing!!!!! Haven't had the itch to write in a bit, but DOB always sparks it- love that man- let me know what you think, I might make a second part!
New York was a special place, full of.... special people. Tourist look at these streets like their dangerous and they will get shot if they look at a vendor the wrong way, or that food poisoning is common among the street food vendors, but in reality, these streets were your home, and you felt safer than ever here.
It was definitely expensive though, your 500sqft apartment in the city was close to $3000 a month, and you didn't make enough to cover that and other expenses, such as food, you ate a lot of ramen and chips. Cars were a luxury, but the good news about New York is you can pretty much walk anywhere. You had a crappy job interning for a magazine that didn't pay you nearly enough for the abuse you took. Writing columns in that ended up in the tiniest font on the very last page that no one cared about or bothered to read, about things you weren't even passionate about. Your parents liked to tell you, you were lucky to have this opportunity, to stick it out and see where it gets you, but it's been two years, and your boss still calls you by the wrong name, and you have to fix it every time you review the piece before it was published.
You woke up with a start, your boss was calling you before your alarm even went off, "hello?" you said sleepily, looking at the time. 6 AM, great.
"Where the hell are you?" she exclaimed, clearly frustrated. You sat in silence for a second while your stomach hit the floor, what day was it, were you supposed to be in the office early today? "If I have to repeat myself, you won't have a job."
"S-sorry" you stuttered out, about to vomit, "I didn't know you wanted me to come in early".
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" You could hear hand hit the table, "If you're not here in the next 10 minutes, you're fired- no don't give me an excuse, I don't care how far you live, get your ass in here".
Your entire body went numb, trying to think back to when she said she wanted you in the office early, you panic looked through your text messages with her, there was nothing in there, you even searched it in the search bar. Reality set in again, you jumped up , grabbed your bag and ran out the door, not bothering to get ready or dressed up, you couldn't afford to lose this job. The door closed and locked behind you. As you were waiting for the elevator you decided there was no time and took the stairs, already starting to sweat, you swung open the front door to the building, in to the cool, garbage filled air of New York, smacking face first into a bright yellow shirt and falling on your ass.
"Aye, shorty, you okay?" The blonde stranger asked, but you had no time for this. You gathered yourself together, grabbed your bag and jumped back up.
"I'm fine, sorry" you muttered frustrated. 8 more minutes or you're fired.
"Yo, you're bleeding" the stranger called after you. You looked down to see red running down your leg. "Fuck" you exhaled, starting to feel the tears of panic creep it's way out, your breathing suddenly rapid. Blood always made you feel faint.
"Oh, shit" you heard before you felt your body on the ground again, your vision a little blurry, "you good, girl?".
"I have to get to work" you gasped out, realizing you might actually lose consciousness, "call my boss", was the last thing you remembered before passing out.
Gasping for air, you woke up on the side walk, the blonde stranger kneeled beside you, your phone in his hand, "please don't steal my phone" you said, trying to take it out of his hands, but not having the energy to.
He smirked, "I don't need an iPhone 5, shorty". You rolled your eyes, seeing the glint of his Rolex in the process. "Is that the time?" you asked, suddenly alert, sitting straight up, your head was spinning, but you ignored it.
"Yeah" he said eyeing his piece, "6:07".
"Fuck" you yelled, grabbing your phone out of his hand and trying to break into a run, but your knee was hurting so badly, you had to settle for hobbling. The stranger seemingly shrugged and took a drag from his vape, turning to walk in the other direction.
You made it to the building at 6:15, 5 minutes later than what you boss had said, hoping she would just be grateful that you were here so quickly she would let the 5 minutes slide. However, in the 2 years you have been here, she has never let anything slide, and remembers everything like her life depended on it. She was waiting in your cubicle when you got there, a box next to her.
"I told you 10 minutes" she tapped her heel.
"I know" you gasped, swallowing hard, feeling the panic creep up again, "I ran out the door as soon as I got off the phone" you stated, showing your obviously poor bedtime attire, "I fell and ended up passing out for a few minutes, before I got back up and ran here", you pointed to your still bleeding leg that ran into your shoes and stained the tongue. You swallowed hard again, waiting for answer, your face burning red from both running and feeling so anxious and embarrassed. Co-workers were looking over their cubicles, their eyes wide with interest and fear.
"Y/N" she sighed, shaking her head. She knew your name? "When I say 10 minutes, I mean, 10 minutes, not 10 minutes and 3 seconds. 10 minutes. This isn't the first time we have had problems. You can pack your stuff and leave" she gave you a satisfied, fake sad smirk.
You felt rage bubble up in you, and you couldn't stop yourself, couldn't hold you tongue this time, you've been tiptoeing around this bitch for too long.
"You're a fucking joke, Cindy" you spat, " I have done nothing but walk on eggshells around you, for two years. I have submitted to every stupid request you give me. Worked overtime every week because you didn't like the way my column was formatted, or you didn't like the topic, even though that same topic was posted by someone else in this trashy magazine, a week later, and it went viral. You didn't even tell me you wanted me in early, you never even told me that you had any problems with me, so how in gods name was I supposed to know to be here at 6 AM?"
She smirked, knowing she won, "you have 2 hours to pack your things, or they will be thrown out, just like every column you ever gave me".
She walked away after that statement, her heels clicking matter of factly.
"When this magazine burns, I hope you know it was because of you" you muttered, shooting daggers into her back. You gave one last frustrated huff, and started packing your things, not letting her get the satisfaction of seeing you cry. However, you did make sure you left a nice bloodstain on the carpet when you knelt down, something to remember you by, or something to cost her money. Both would be better.
It took longer than expected to pack everything, you only expected to be there for 20 minutes or so, but turns out, you had a ton of crap here, all over the office, it took you over an hour to get everything neatly into the box Cindy gave you. Unpacking and repacking several times to make it all fit.
You held your head high as you walked to the elevator, hitting the down button and waiting impatiently for the doors to open. Cindy was looking at you as got into the elevator and turned around, you made sure you held eye contact until the doors closed. You hit ground floor, but it ended up stopping at level 2 for another person.
He glanced up from his phone at you and then back down to his phone. It took him a minute to side step you and press ground level, even though it was already lit up. He glanced over at you above the ray bans he was wearing.
"Aye, shorty, your the girl that passed out on the street this morning" he chuckled, chewing his gum and showing his perfect teeth.
"That's me" you groveled, not interested in having a conversation.
"You good?" he asked, taken a little aback, furrowing his eye brows.
"Got fired" you muttered, holding your box a little higher.
"Shit, that blows" he stated, then looked back at his phone. You wondered what he was doing here, did he follow you?
"Do you work here or something?" you managed to ask.
"Yeah, baby" he grinned, "I'm Colintheweedguy".
You're not sure if he expected you to know who he was, and you weren't one to hurt another's ego, so you just said "oh, cool".
His face dropped, he eyed you over his sunglasses again, and the door opened up to let you out of the elevator. He looked a little shocked and you didn't know what to say, so you just awkwardly smiled and walked away.
Colin walked out behind you, you could feel his eyes on your back.
"Aye, Colin" someone called, your turned around quickly for a peak to watch him dap up a friend and then make eye contact with you. Your whole face turned red, and you quickly turned around so he wouldn't see, and hurried to the door.
"Wait up, girl" he called and jogged up beside you, holding the door open that you were trying to shove open with your foot, "did you work here?".
"Yeah" you said as you tried to reposition your box so it wouldn't fall.
"And you don't know who I am?" he asked, a confused smirk on his face.
"No" you stated flatly, once again, not interested in conversation.
"Who'd you work for?" He asked, offering to grab your box for you, which you refused.
"Cindy on the 4th floor" you huffed, still trying to position your box so it was comfortable to carry for 10 blocks.
Colin took it out of your hands "Ha" he shook his head, "shorty's a bitch".
You were taken aback a little but relieved he agreed with you, and you instantly felt a little more comfortable in his presence. You chuckled, smiling for the first time today.
"That's who I was telling you to call when I was passing out" you stated.
"You couldn't pay me to call that girl" his demeanor suddenly changing. You didn't see when, but his sunglasses were no longer on the tip of his nose so he can look over them, but instead in the right place, he wasn't walking with a swagger anymore, and he lost the fuck boy accent real quick. You decided not to mention it.
"Where do you work?" you asked.
"Depravity" he stated, still speaking normally, "second floor".
"Ah" you nodded, "so you're a social media star".
"Hell yeah I am, baby" he said proudly, the accent coming back. He handed the box back to you and started to walk with that swagger again. You cocked an eyebrow at him as he took a hit from his vape.
"Colin!" you heard someone scream, "Aye, yo, Colin!". He looked around and found them across the street as he blew the smoke out of his mouth and nose, basically blinding him, he waved.
"Sup my dudes" he yelled back, lowering his sunglasses again like he was Mike from Jersey Shore. You rolled your eyes and kept walking. His little fan boys went away, and he caught up to you, "they love me out here".
"I can see that" you stated, raising your eye brows, "your demeanor changed real quick when you saw them and thought I knew who you were".
"Nah, I'm the same person, I ain't fake and shit" he looked offended.
"Okay" you stated, not continuing this conversation, "this is me".
"Shit, girl, you live in the slums" he chuckled, taking another hit on the vape.
"Thanks" you rolled your eyes and typed in the code to your building.
"Hit me up on Insta" he called as the door closed. You shook your head, confused about this day.
You hit the button to go up to your apartment, allowing yourself a moment of silence on the ride up, letting the events of today sink in. The bell dinging brought you out of your thoughts. The building was seemingly empty, everyone was at work, which simply reminded you, you were unemployed. You kicked the door open after unlocking it and placed your box on your counter, sighing deeply and heading to your bed.
You weren't sure what the next few months would bring, you didn't have money saved up to stay here, and your parents weren't the most inviting people. You let a quiet sob out, tears hitting your comforter, and crashed back. You'll figure it out, you always do., but for now, it's okay to mourn a bit.
#not okay#not okay movie#dylan o'brien#dob#colin#danni sanders#teen wolf#teen wolf imagines#teen wolf fake tweets#stiles stilinski#teen wolf preferences
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Personal life post but ya girl was recently diagnosed with Covid for the first time and boy howdy it's an experience. My partner had bronchitis right before I started feeling sick so Naturally I assumed I was also getting bronchitis (what I wouldn't GIVE for bronchitis now, ough). The only thing that clued me in was when I started losing the ability to smell. As a person with very autistic tendencies (sensory-seeking!!! Specifically through smell and taste), this was incredibly depressing for me. On top of this, it is the WEIRDEST GODDAMN THING I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED.
I've seen a ton of posts about how Covid obviously sucks and is incredibly dangerous (really praying I don't end up having long-Covid from this) but no one I've read has ever tried to detail what it's like to be completely lacking two of your basic senses when you are used to having all of them. I hope this isn't ableist of me to try and document parts of my experience; obviously my temporary lacking sense of smell or taste is DRASTICALLY different and non-comparable to someone permanently lacking vision or hearing. It's so hard to even begin to put this experience into words. And I'm not getting all science-y here; I've looked into a few articles about why and how this happens during Covid and I'm not educated enough to describe it accurately here. But it really feels like my brain has completely forgot how to taste or smell.
I know what things taste like. I have very distinct foods and scents I'm drawn to. Very picky eater since birth, so having to eat food while only experiencing Texture™️ is super not fun. But NOTHING TASTES. OR SMELLS. I know what it SHOULD taste like!!! I know what it SHOULD smell like!! But my brain is simply not making the connection between these memories and my senses in the present moment! I've been lighting candles this whole quarantine because small fires bring me joy but I can't smell anything from them. Doesn't matter how strong the scent is or how long it's been burning for. I've been drinking lots of Gat*r*de to try and get plenty of fluids in my system. Which color? Doesn't matter!! Who cares?? I can't taste it anyway!! It's kind of like those weird m-berry pills that people take to flip sour and sweet flavors around in their mouths, but instead of creating the opposite of a flavor, it erases it entirely.
There are still sensations to eating though. Obviously food is still crunchy or soft, loud or quiet. But I still get sort of tingly feelings from mint (mouthwash, toothpaste, peppermint...) and some afterburn and heat sensations from spicy foods (ramen, hot sauce, salsa...) But there is just no FLAVOR from these foods. I dipped a tortilla chip in Goblin Sauce (thank u Nekrogoblikon) like it was a queso dip and didn't even flinch. I've been more experimental with foods these past few days than I've been in my entire life. No regard for flavor whatsoever. But this also makes it so SOUL-CRUSHING when I have foods that I know I enjoy. I'm at the very end of my Girl Scout Cookies for this year. Those aren't around all the time!!! You're telling me I'm not allowed to enjoy my goddamn Tagalongs in the VERY short time I have them for??? There is only ever the vaguest hint of a broad flavor, like Sweet or Salty, and nothing past that.
Not being able to smell perfume is also really strange. I have quite a decent perfume collection with some distinct notes I very much enjoy. Like the candles, regardless of how strong or noteworthy a perfume is to me, I get absolutely no smell from it. I could douse myself in an absolute cacophony of scent and never tell the difference if I was wearing no perfume at all. My lovely partner has realized that this means he can go outside to smoke without me and I won't complain to him that he reeks of weed!!! It's weird!! I can't even smell my cats! One of the best pleasures in life is being able to bury my entire face into my cats fur and inhale!!!! I'm mcfreakin losin it!!!!
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Nyquil
A/N: This is just a short, mostly fluff piece, in which Rafael Barba takes care of a sick reader. Based on true events (note: please take medications as prescribed)
Tags: briefest mention of rape, cold medication (and taking too much of it, though not an overdose)
You groaned as you woke up, rolling over and slowly opening your eyes. You felt a soreness in your throat that wasn’t there the night before, and one nostril was clogged. No, you thought, refusing to even acknowledge how your body may or may not be feeling. You rolled over to look at the empty spot beside you; Rafael, your boyfriend, had already left for the day. You groaned again as you got out of bed, dragging your feet to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, but your eyes caught the bright orange sticky note stuck to the glass.
Hope you have a wonderful day. See you for dinner - Love Raf
You smiled, butterflies in your stomach. You’d been dating for months now, and he left these notes often, but they still made you fall a little more in love with him every time.
Eyes now focusing on your reflection, you winced; you looked exactly how you had felt when you woke up. Maybe a shower would help. You showered quickly, enjoying the warm water on your skin, letting the warmth awaken you. The steam was even able to help unclog your nose, though your throat was still hurting, your head still not feeling right. But you knew that you were already running a little late, and you needed to get going. Before you left the apartment, though, you grabbed the little package of DayQuil, cursing yourself, seeing it as an admission of weakness; if you didn’t let yourself acknowledge your illness, then you wouldn’t be sick!
You made it to precinct 16, coffee in hand, apology to your boss, Lieutenant Olivia Benson, on your lips. She waved you off; you were very rarely late, and you always had a legit reason. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for one today, because the only excuse you had was maybe coming down with something.
The day seemed to drag on and on, and you felt no better as the hours stretched. Eventually, it came up that there was to be a stake out that night.
“[Y/L/N], Carisi, you two take tonight. Rollins, Fin, you two will take the second shift in the morning,” Olivia ordered. Your heart sank; a whole night? Feeling like this?
“Sure thing, Lieu,” Sonny replied, shooting you a goofy smile and thumbs up. He wasn’t quite the new guy anymore, but sometimes, he still acted like it. If you were feeling normal, you would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at him. But now you just sat there, silently thankful you grabbed the DayQuil earlier. You took out your phone and sent a text to Rafael, telling him not to wait up for you. At least it was a Friday, and you’d be off all weekend, after this one night.
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“So, what did this guy do again?” you asked, huddled in the passenger seat, sipping at your coffee for warmth.
Sonny was watching the apartment that housed the man you were tasked in staking out, watching for any signs of life. “He raped his wife, and is now trying to threaten her to keep her from testifying.”
You nodded, sighing. You glanced at the clock. It read 3:40am. Got another hour and 20 minutes until Fin and Rollins switched with you two. You had taken another round of DayQuil at midnight, and it was already wearing off. There was no more denying it; you were definitely coming down with a cold. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be getting Sonny sick. Your plan for the weekend was to try and sleep it off; you had some severe NyQuil at home, something you’d never tried before. You weren’t much on medication, especially liquids, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
You were nodding off in your seat when there was a knock on your window. You were so out of it, you didn’t even jump. Turning, you could see Rollins outside the car door. You shuffled out, letting Rollins take your seat, Sonny switching with Fin on the other side.
“Need a ride?” Sonny asked once you were out of sight of the apartment.
“Blease,” you replied, your nose now completely clogged, making the word come out weird. Sonny cocked his brow at you, but didn’t bring it up as he drove you home.
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You put your key in the door, unlocking it, and pushing your way in. You felt yourself descend into sickness with every step you took as you shuffled into the living room, unwilling to shed your jacket--you were suddenly freezing and you wrapped the garment around yourself tighter. You walked over to the couch and fell face-first onto the cushions
“Cariño?” you heard Rafael call from the kitchen. You didn’t even notice he was awake; your senses were completely clouded at this point. You grunted, the cushions muffling your voice. You heard his hurried footsteps as he came over to you.
“Are you okay, mi amor?” he asked, crouching down by your head. You turned to face him. His bright green eyes were full of concern, and he placed a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soft circles there.
“I think I’m sick,” you muttered. “I feel like shit.”
He gave your face one more look before he stood, heading for the kitchen. “Let me get you some ginger ale, and then I’ll make you some of my Mami’s famous soup; you’ll feel better instantly.”
You smiled despite yourself; god you loved this man. “I’ll take the ginger ale. But right now, I think I’m just going to have some NyQuil and try and sleep. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours. Can you make me soup when I wake up?”
Rafael was back instantly, ginger ale in his hand. “Of course. Let’s get you to bed.” He helped you stand, then led you to your shared bedroom.
“I don’t want to get you sick,” you protested as he started to help you undress.
He smirked at that. “Don’t worry, Cariño. I don’t get sick.” Now that you thought about it, you had never seen the man sick before. It was true that you, too, rarely got sick, but to never be sick?
“Lucky,” you huffed. He chuckled before helping you climb into bed, tucking you in. He went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, grabbed the NyQuil, then poured a cap-full for you. You drank it, trying not to gag on the gross taste, drinking the ginger ale after words.
“Sleep, baby. I’m off today; call me if you need me, okay?” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled, resting your head on the soft pillows, while he went back out of the room.
You laid there, comfortable except for the illness in your head, congesting your nose, making your throat sore. But sleep never came for you. After an hour, you decided to try and take another cap-full of the disgusting cold medicine. Nothing. After yet another hour, you took a third cap-full, praying for some sort of sleep. Finally, darkness overtook you.
You woke up, groggy, unaware of your surroundings, with a terrible pain in your stomach. It felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Suddenly remembering the cold medicine, you whipped to look at the clock, wondering how long you could’ve slept to be this hungry. You were stunned to see that only 2 hours had passed.
Maybe I’ve slept a whole day? you thought. But Rafael would’ve woken you...right? After waiting for another painful cramp to subside, you climbed out of bed. You shuffled out of the room, somewhere between sick, hungry, and floating through space. You could hear running water; Rafael was taking a shower in the guest bathroom, probably trying to not wake you. Same day, then.
You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find something easy to eat, but all you could think of was soup--probably because Rafael had mentioned it. Though, he hadn’t started it, yet, since he didn’t know when to expect you. No worries, you thought, I’ll just make some shitty ramen. You grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and started the stove. Once the water was boiling, you put the noodles in, stirring it. Suddenly, your vision went black. You blinked a few times, but your vision didn’t return. In your drug-induced state, this didn’t seem particularly alarming; you simply sat on the ground, knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you waited for your vision to return.
Slowly, your eyesight returned to you. You blinked, making sure it wasn’t going away again, before you stood and continued cooking your noodles.
“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing up?” Rafael was in the entrance to the kitchen, wearing only sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower.
“Hungry,” you murmured back, stirring in the flavor packet. There must’ve been something weird in your voice, because he came over, turned off the stove, and led you away, out of the kitchen, and to the couch.
“Sit,” he commanded. “Stay.” He disappeared and you sat there, staring at the carpeted floor, not quite remembering how you got there or what you were waiting for.
Rafael came back, a bowl in his hands. He handed it to you, and you looked inside at the noodles you had been cooking. Remembering your hunger, you went to take a bite before he stopped you.
“It’s probably hot,” he cautioned, that concern never leaving his expression. He took the bowl from you, and you let out a sad whimper at the loss of food. Instead, he twirled the fork in the noodles, collecting a small amount, and blew on them before holding the fork out to you. He fed you like this until the bowl was empty, blowing on every fork-full.
“Feel better?” he asked, a small smile tugging on his lips, but that concern still deep within his green eyes.
You nodded. “I think I’m going to try and sleep again.” You stood up and he was instantly beside you, leading you back to bed. This time, however, he climbed in bed with you, pulling your body close to his.
“I’m going to make sure you stay here longer than 2 hours this time,” he explained, wrapping his arms around you protectively. You didn’t mind, melting into his touch, his warmth. He kissed your shoulder, his lips warm even through the fabric of your nightshirt. You were asleep before you could even reply.
#rafael barba x reader#law and order svu#law and order svu fanfic#fluff#My writing#honestly though#don't take too much nyquil#cause then you'll sleep for two hours#lose your vision making ramen#then pass out for 14 hours
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keeping you close [please never let go]
mina & fem!reader // hurt&comfort aka angst with happy ending
tw: mentions of death, close death experience, blood, injuries, fights
when you were 10, you had been astonished and fascinated with the concept of professional dancing. it was surreal to your young self, that some people get to have fun while doing their job as if the sweat on their bodies didn't matter as long as they felt free to the wind
you weren't too naive too, you knew that once you dedicate yourself to the world of dancing, you would have to sacrifice alot of your time, patience and efforts to the craft. the memories that you wouldn't experience at all and the friends that you would gain and lose again and again
you still knew what you wanted, and so at age 10 you had your parents help you dedicate yourself to dance
it got harder as time went by, but your skills, dedication and patience had improved along the way. soon you found yourself holding a ticket to korea, as a job offer had risen. then in a blink of an eye you found yourself shaking hands with higher ups and JYP himself, solidifying your vision since 10 years old
then you met the love of your life after managing to sneak in your prized nintendo switch in the practice room so you can play during break times, myoui mina
it took years for both of you to get together, since she had wanted to first prioritze her career over other important things and you had respected that ever since. you didn't mind staying as friends but as you learned more of her, she slowly became a part of your inspirations for your dances and had become your muse
you didn't know what to do when the realization had sunk in after choreographing another dance and all you could think about while running through the steps was mina. you were scared to even ask a single soul what to do, yet you had asked mina if she wanted to eat outside to talk about it
she was stunned when you messily explained it to her with nervous eyes and twitchy hands, while eating ramen in a secluded street in seoul. it was surprising, of course, but also relieved because she didn't know how to hold herself back anymore to wanting you.
ever since noticing you more and more when you practice the steps with the girls, the way she performs on stage had changed. the mere thought of you gets her worked up before any perofrmace so bad that the stylists forget to put on some blush. all because her face would already have been a light red when it was her turn
it was hard to keep it a secret too, especially from her members to the point that you both just let it be when they found out after a month. nayeon and chaeyoung had laughed when they caught you both making out after a date in the living room thinking everyone was asleep. they had assured both of you that it was fine and even bought a celebratory pizza, to thank you as well for making mina so happy
it was great for the next 4 years of your relationship, until disaster stuck
you both had an ugly fight. it was bad enough that it led you to leave her room with tears running down your face and a stunned mina left standing near her bed. she couldn't believe that she had uttured those words and immediately regretted it the moment you finally let your voice crack when you announced that you needed space
"—and forget about our anniversary dinner this weekend! I didn't want to spend time with you anyway and I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you!"
"...what?"
you had completely stopped the moment she said those words and finally let your body shake while you sobbed. you felt your heart break even more as your mind went to the simple ring hidden in your apartment that you planned to give to mina. it broke you to hear those words and it broke her to see you suffer and leave, even dropping the flowers you were supposed to give her that day before the argument had started
now mina lies down on her bed, staring blankly at the wall while holding her phone that was filled with messages, pleading for you to come back and to talk, and missed calls. she didn't have the energy to go out, not when it's 3 am, but she couldn't sleep with the guilt eating her up inside.
mina had ran out of tears but still felt her eyes get wet again after sending another message, only to have the status stay as delivered, just like the other 57 messages she sent. she was getting more and more desperate but she felt her body get tired and screaming her to get at least some shut eye before finding you
her sleeping alone was never a problem, but sleeping alone knowing she must have broken your heart and trust has gotten her in a state of panic, guilt and shame
she then snaps out of her trance when she felt her phone ring. she breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw your contact pop out of the screen. to her it meant a chance that you were willing to listen to her apology and maybe give her a chance to love you like there was no tomorrow
"hello my love? please come back home I'm–"
"hello ma'am, just to clarify is this myoui mina?"
mina then felt her hope vanish and her blood run cold. who is this person and where were you?
"y-yes, who's asking? where is y/n and why do you have her phone?" she didn't want to think of the worse senario happening right now, not when the last interaction with you was her breaking your heart into pieces
"this is the hospital's er room. you were saved as miss y/l/n's emergency contact–"
mina's mind suddenly shuts down but she feels her body immediately bolt up from the bed, grab her essentials and run through the door
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when she managed to get to the hospital without breaking any traffic laws, you were already in the operating room, and the nurse along with the person who brought you here quickly explaining to her the situation
"she had saved me from a drunk guy with a gun after getting some food in the convenience store" the person explains "but she still got shot at the sides, thankfully she had a bag to act like it was a buffer but she's still hit pretty badly to the point she passed out and needs to be operated"
mina had to fight the sob that was threatening to come out of her, as she thanked them both for the update and for keeping you alive this far. she felt her heart ache and head spin as she sat down the waiting room. she knew you would make it, but the thought of never seeing you again had now made her mind into a chaotic frenzy
she waited for hours after calling her managers and members to explain the situation. they understood and had let all of them off their schedules for two days. the members then came by to company her in the waiting room
"friends and family of ms. y/l/n?" the doctor spoke and everyone turned their head towards the voice but only mina stood up to receive the news
"I have both good and bad news for you. the good news is that the operation went smoothly, the bad news is that she also has obtained injuries that will limit her movement by alot. cuts and bruises everywhere but managed to get some of her bones fractured–"
mina's mind was on auto-pilot and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with the information. she sends a panicked look to her members and let them take over in taking note what will be needed to help you heal and get back to your feet
"—then I suppose you can see her now. please be careful" the doctor then leads them to your room before open the door, getting gasps once everyone has seen your state
mina wishes she didn't have to feel her heart hurt so much when she was looking at your sleeping body on the hospital bed, with many wires and bandages attached to you
"I'll leave you guys to it, the nurses will come in from time to time to check on her vitals" the doctor excuses himself out and as mina hears the door close, she is greeted with silence as they all processed everything
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you didn't know how long you were suspended in the dark and how long you wished you were in the comfort of your home. you didn't even know if you still have a home, after she broke your heart just like that.
you wish the fight never happened in the first place but the growing discontent of how distant she had been once your schedules didn't show any days both of you were free. you would only see her briefly during her practice before running to the next room to teach another group and during the late hours of the night after one of you comes home later than usual
you love mina, with all of yourself. you love her so much that the thought of being called her wife (at least legally in usa if she was alright with it) plagued your mind for many nights. you saw so much of your future with her and now you are at lost if it was actually the truth or in the heat of the moment if she said those words
then you were blinded by a white light when you woke up
you let your eyes adjust to the brightness of the room as you take in your surroundings. you couldn't move your head that much but you had noticed that all of TWICE was here simply speaking softly to one another trying to figure out what to eat as their dinner while their penguin had made her position to stay by your side. sleeping soundly with her head near your hand, softly grasping it as to not touch the wires and tubes attached.
even if you were hurt by her, she was still as beautiful as ever
"our y/n is awake now. y/nnieeee" you hear sana call out to you, letting you give out a faint smile "how you feeling?"
you tried to speak but feel you felt your throat itch and ended up coughing, ending up getting mina woken up from her slumber. momo helped you drink a glass of water before they went out of the room to call hmthe nurses and give you guys space to talk, but not without giving you some words of encouragement to rest so you can heal properly.
now it was just you and her, and you hated the way the tears fell down from her face, breaking your heart with the way you knew she was sorry. you slowly lift your hand up to wipe them away, trying to desipher what's going on in her mind
"how long was I out?"
"only a day"
"oh"
mina gives you a sad smile as she moves closer to you, letting her other hand softly grasp your face before giving you a kiss. a kiss that's trying to convey what she feels to you and you know that you can't let her go that easily
"I'm sorry" mina starts after pulling away "I'm sorry that I said those words my love. I know that it's not an excuse but believe me when I say it was a heat in the moment. I don't know what to do without you in my life, so much that I'm scared that if you were to leave me I would simply break"
"mina" you started but the way mina looks at you, as if you were to disappear, makes you unable to say anymore
"I understand if you don't want to continue this, us, because of what I said" the tears wouldn't stop and her voice starts to crack "I must have hurt you so much and I don't want to hurt you like that ever again, but if you let me stay in your life then I will love you better than before. I will do anything and everything for you, for us, if you let me."
you know that you would go back to her, from the moment you both had danced at 3 am running on coffee and sheer determination, to even now, in a hospital room with all kinds of things attached to you to keep you intact.
"if you let me stay" mina gently takes your hand that been wiping her tears and gives the ring finger a lingering kiss as a promise "I'll stay for the rest of my life with you"
"my love" you give out a tearful laugh as you let your tears run down your face "you know that I'll go back to you. I'm still upset and you need to make it up to me, but I don't want to let you go. so please keep me close"
"I'll keep you close, please never let go"
#twice reactions#twice imagines#twice senarios#twice imagine#twice x reader#twice angst#twice hurt/comfort#myoui mina#myoui mina imagine#myoui mina senario
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TOKYO REVENGERS CHARACTERS REACTING TO MEETING THEIR S/O'S TOXIC EX
warning: metions of violence.
genre: fluff.
character: kawata "smiley" nahoya, hanma shuji, and sanzu haruchiyo
note: possible ooc. grammatical errors.
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Kawata "Smiley" Nahoya
Let's say you're on a date with Smiley. He's compensating for the times he didn't get time to spend with you because of brawls and other gang stuff. Smiley, even though you knew that he's a delinquent, he doesn't like it when you involved yourself in his gang business. He wants to keep you safe from potential dangers others might inflict on you. So, he tried his best to keep you away from dangers and being the best boyfriend you ever had.
When your lovely date gets interrupted by a mole a.k.a the toxic ex, he is by your side, asking if you're okay. Your state comes first, even when he wants to punch his face, asking you questions, hold your hand, or keeping you close to him.
Smiley as Smiley, he probably has the biggest smile plastered on his face. He's the calmest out of the bunch when you encounter your ex, observing the lad with his eyes. But, deep down, he wants to tackle down your ex and beat the shit out of him.
If your ex tried making any bold moves or suddenly said something inappropriate, you better expect that he already has his fist on their face. He doesn't need to exchange words with your ex. The only way Smiley thought of talking to them is through his fist. He believes such a disgusting creature doesn't understand basic human decency, so he has to engraved it through beating.
It doesn't matter if people are watching around him, yelling at him to stop. He actually likes it when people watch him beat the living force out of your ex because he wants people to see how horrible that person is. He will tell them what kind of person you're ex is, and what kind of inconveniences he give other people. It includes his existence, of course.
You're the only one who can tell this man to stop, overwhelmed by all the commotion going on. Once he saw your panicked state, he'll stop and get you out of that scene. Taking you somewhere more calm, and talk to you.
He will apologize. Yes, he will after cooling off his head. He will say sorry for losing his cool, causing that scene, and overwhelming you at the same time. He'll blame himself. However, he assures you that he's far from your toxic ex, and he will treat you with the love you deserved.
Your date ended up with a bowl of ramen and a sleepover.
"Are you okay?" his hands caress the small of your back, comforting you after you told him to stop beating up your ex.
You guys are on the other side of the park, far from all the commotion from other people and your toxic ex. Your mind still races with the words they told you about being a whore, and seducing Smiley for your satisfaction. Somehow their manipulation runs deep, engraved in your mind, affecting your judgment about yourself. Too caught up in the heat of that encounter, you didn't hear Smiley's desperate voice calling for you until he holds your hand.
"Whatever is going on, what they said doesn't define you," he holds your hand tighter, "You are the best thing that ever happened to me, (y/n). You're brave, caring, kind, and everything good in this world. Motherfucker is just blind to see your beauty, too dumb for you as well."
Your eyes well up with tears, blurring your vision as you look at your boyfriend, "I was scared, Nahoya. When-"
Before you could finish your words, Smiley hugs you. You snuggle close in his arms, crying your heart out after you remember all the things you've gone through because of your ex. Words can't even describe how wretched his heart is seeing you cry like this again.
"You don't have to worry about a thing, (y/n)," he whispers in your ear, "I am here, and I'll protect you. You don't have to be scared."
Hanma Shuji
Let's say you were visiting Hanma after a week of not seeing him. This man is a rat, changing place every week, and you have to hunt his ass down. But, most of the time he sends you his new address, so you can visit him anytime you want.
That day is today. You receive a message from him inviting you to his new place, and since it's been two weeks of not seeing him, you immediately went for him. You almost memorized every alleyway because of this man.
Until you met a particular ex, walking the same path as you, probably stalking you after seeing you. Let's say your ex is knocked on the head and is obsessed with you still. You pick up your pace and wish to meet Hanma as soon as possible, dismissing the uncomfortable gaze of your ex at your back.
Once you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, you're up to running by his side. Your hold seems tighter than usual, and you're talkative to him, unlike the days before. You tried distracting yourself by exchanging words with your boyfriend, pulling him out to the crowds where you plan on leaving your ex.
He's observant with you, so he caught up to your unusual behavior. But, he will never utter a word until you decided to, and he found out what causes you to fidget. He will go with your plans, glancing at the crowds to see who causes your unusual demeanor until he saw your ex approaching you closer and closer.
Putting two and two together, he looks down at your ex, hostility evident on his face while watching how they tried talking to you. You don't have to tell him a thing because this man will take it from here, pushing your ex, who tried closing into you.
He will drape his arms over you, pulling you close to him and pushing your ex with his other hand. Will act smug to provoke them, smirking and roasting the hell out of your ex. This man will not hold himself back from saying things to your ex, things that are as disgusting as they are. He will rub the fact that you're his (add a little skinship, if you like)
Let's say that both of you roast the hell out of your ex.
If your ex tried challenging him: knocked into oblivion.
After that encounter, he decided to spend time in your place, keeping you away from that disgusting creature. He will be more affectionate and do everything to keep your mind away from spiraling into the bad memories you had with your past relationship.
"There are other ways of handling that situation, Shuji," you mumble, holding his hands, "Now, look at your knuckles. Bloodied and sore."
He turns to look at you, "He deserves it, (y/n). That motherfucker is straight-up harassing you."
You laugh when you remember your ex's face while Shuji spit venom, almost crying as they listen to your boyfriend. Their pathetic attempt of throwing a punch added to that humor. Hanma watches you as you laugh, tilting his head in confusion.
"What you did to my ex back there was hilarious," you wipe the tears in your eyes, "I should have taken a picture of that one."
Hanma laughs beside you, understanding the reason behind your laugh. Your ex's face was hilarious, indeed. Your boyfriend could have done better, but he didn't for your state, considering it might trigger something in you.
"I could have done more, (y/n), but you know we can go for another round-"
"Thank you, Shuji."
Your words caught him off guard, turning to place you with a scowl on his face. He saw the tears that dared to escape your eyes, cupping your cheeks as he looks at you. You finally let loose of your mask after the reunion, trying your hardest from crying in front of your boyfriend.
Hanma knew that you've been trying your best to put up a mask in front of your ex. He knew how their words would spiral into your mind, reminding you of your past relationship. During these kinds of moments, Hanma would shower you in kisses and whisper assuring words to you.
"Don't cry, my dear. Your ex's words meant nothing because you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Unfortunately for them, though, 'cause they will ever have you again."
Sanzu Haruchiyo
A. FUCKING, MENACE. TO. SOCIETY.
He will go to your place, taking you out on dates. Sanzu doesn't like it when you're the one going out for him and prefers to take you out because he can keep you safe. But, there are times you insist on having a meeting place than taking another mile of going to your place.
Today, in particular, you're on your way to a local coffee shop. Sanzu had some addiction to caffeine and silent ambiance, so you guys usually hang out in the local shops. Very unlikely of him if you're being asked, but you like it nonetheless.
Entering the shop, you immediately catch a glimpse of his blonde hair. You walk in his direction, excited to talk to your boyfriend about your day. But as you move closer, you didn't notice the bastard that tried closing in on you, taking you by your arms.
Yes, your ex, the bastard that causes your nightmares. No, they are the nightmares. You grimace when you see their hands holding your arm and how big the smile plastered on their face. As ugly as you remember them to be.
Before both of you could say a word, Sanzu already had you in his arms, asking if you're okay while his eyes stare intently in your ex's face. It takes a lot for Sanzu's composure to break, and you probably had to be super annoying to piss him off. Your ex, however, does that effortlessly.
He will not let you talk to your ex, keeping you behind him as he said words that probably hurt their pride. Sanzu has his way with words, and he has the sharpest tongue out of the bunch. (He is silent yet deadly) Your ex might go crying just from his words.
If your ex tried hurting you, Sanzu is there to cause a scene. Provoke him, and you'll definitely regret it. Let's say that he doesn't only get a bloody nose from your boyfriend.
Addition: Sanzu got banned from his favorite shop.
"Hey, you're out of it again," his hands cup your face, turning you to look at him.
You guys are at your place, cuddling on your couch as a sappy movie plays in the background. A bunch of junk foods lies on your table, opened and exposed for you to pick. You lay atop Sanzu, who caress your back ever so gently, watching you with worry in his eyes.
Your eyes were glossy as you pout, "I'm sorry, Sanzu. I really am.'
"The fuck are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything, dumbo." he tightened his hold on you, and you snuggle close.
"I should've handled that situation then-"
"Stop with your self-deprecating thoughts, or I will do it for you?" his harsh voice shuts you up, "Rely on me because I'm your boyfriend, and that fucktard deserves what I did to him. I should have done more than knocking him out, to be honest."
"Sanzu Haruchiyo, are you honest right now?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course, I am. I love you, and I'll do anything to give you everything. Forget about your ex because I will shower you with the love he couldn't give you. You're mine, and what's mine deserves the world."
#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers#sanzu haruchiyo#sanzu x reader#sanzu x y/n#sanzu headcanons#nahoya kawata#smiley x you#smiley x reader#smiley x y/n#hanma shuji#hanma x reader#hanma x y/n#hanma x you#hanma fluff#sanzu fluff#smiley fluff#tokrev#tokyo revengers x reader
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Dark Last Boss? You know he's got it in him to be an A+ stalker.. You wouldn't even know until it was too late.
@cremedelabrulee said: needing last boss to kidnap me and keep me. like he's in love but he crazy crazy
Doing them together cause they gave me the same vibes 🤧
Walking alone at night was probably one of your favorite things to do. You liked the darkness and the silence, the moon and the stars, the pleasant loneliness. You knew it was dangerous, but your neighborhood was safe and you did it all the time, so how dangerous could it really be?
Unbeknown to you, very.
You hadn't even seen him coming. One moment you were alone, sitting at your local park bench watching the stars. The other he was in front of you, looking ghostly and sickly under the pale moonlight, dark swirls all over his face only making the whites in his eyes more pronounced.
You screamed when he pounced on you, panic growing in your heart as your vision was engulfed by darkness and you felt yourself lose consciousness.
Now you were awake in a strange place; a room you didn't know. It was small and dark, its only source of light being the computer in the middle of the room. You laid on a small mattress in a corner, surrounded by stacks of books and ramen cups.
"Are you hungry?"
You screamed as you noticed the man in the opposite corner to you, his lean and ghoul-like appearance now visible as he walked closer to where you sat against the wall.
"W- Who are you?" you asked as you tried to keep your distance. "Where am I?"
He said nothing to your questions, crouching in front of you with a ramen cup that he promptly extended in your direction. You looked into his eyes, wide and watching you with a curiosity that reminded you of a toddler.
"Eat."
"Stay away from me!" you shouted as you slapped his hand away.
He acted like you hadn't done a thing, rising to his full height and turning his back on you to sit down in front of the computer.
"It's okay if you don't want to eat now," he said with a shrug as he started typing, "you'll want to eat, eventually. You're not going anywhere, anyway."
#alice in borderland#imawa no kuni no alice#aib drabble#last boss x reader#last boss#samura takatora
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Just like you
Paring:2BDamned x employer!reader
Warning:so much adorable shit, subtle swearing tho
Notes:the employer reader is from @rotshop and this was inspired by a photo they made of the employer reader,2BDamned, and a little baby grunt. Adorable shit. Would have made this a while back but i was frankly to lazy lol.
So ya employer reader and doc being parents to a baby grunt. Enjoy :3
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How long has it been now? Weeks? Months? A year? Time can be a bit of a blur after the suns disappearance, you can lose track of how many days it has been as the sky always remained that dark red hue. Even if a long time as passed you can still recall the same events that happened some time ago.
You had joined hank,sanford, and deimos on a raid, no reason in particular you just wanted to come along. A tingling feeling that something will happen, uncertain if it was the feeling of impending doom looming over your head, or something far different. Whatever it was you wanted to be present for it, a change you wouldn't want to miss after endless raiding and passing out from the random drops in temperatures as of late. Damn your cold bloodedness...
The building you all came across was empty, almost barren much to hanks dismay. Dust and cobwebs littered about with some knocked over desks,chairs, and broken lab equipment. Deimos and sanford wandered to the next room to find supplies on the right and hank went up ahead to a room across the entrance,normally you would follow hank or the duo but decided to go on your own for a change of pace and go to the room on the left.
The lights in the room flickers, barely holding onto the ceiling from their age but they still did their purpose. Despite the flickering you can still see everything fine, you didnt see nothing special at 1st just knocked over tables and a dry blood covered vending machine until in your peripheral vision you saw something move.
You was not alarmed or afraid, the thing looked small, almost the size of a mouse compared to you it couldn't possibly be anything harmful. Yet something told you to check what it was, silently you wandered over to where it moved, behind a bar that was in the room with broken glass all around. When you peeked over to see what it was you saw a grunt, it was smaller then a average, one less then half of the size of one. A small child...
"Hello" you said as calmly as you can muster, a jump and a small squeal was the childs response before it cowers and starts to cry "go away! Go away scary monster!!" It cried, you did not take offense. A faceless being made of shadow and as tall as you are can scare anyone, even to a poor defenseless child "its ok little one i wont hurt you..." You attempted the calm voice again, you receive no response as the child continued to cry in fear. You wouldn't want to leave it alone, so you waited for the others to find you and stayed out of the childs line of sight so you dont scare it more then you are.
Once the others came you asked sanford or deimos to carry the child to the van, hank scared the child too so you did not bother to ask him. After several minutes deimos managed to pick up the child and you all went on your way back to the HQ...
It did not take a lot to convince 2B to let the child stay, it only took you a simple phrase "i am adopting them, dont stop me" with determination in your tone. He only sighed, frankly a little tired from all the shit the group has gone through and mumbles a "ok" leaving it at that. The child had no name, so you named them with a name that even a employer like yourself would be jealous of but you sometimes still call them little one,because they are.
The child trusted 2b right away, clinging onto him like they saw a monster under the bed...only the monster was you. Whenever you get close to them both the child hugs him and cries, begging him to make the monster go away. 2b tries his best to claim you are not a monster and your not there to hurt them but he's not the very best at consoling people. It does hurt a little to see the child be so afraid but you can understand why too, being new to this parenting life it is difficult to know what to do in these situations...at least 2b had your back in this.
Eventually the child called 2b their "dada" and it just stuck, seeing him as their father. You always grin at this with your human like teeth with sharp canines at how adorable it is, whenever the child sees your teeth they always freeze in place and just stares. At this point no longer crying from fear but still freezes up and stares at you like a deer in headlights, you could not tell if they are getting used to your presence or if they had ran out of tears to cry... Either way you assumed it was progress. Seeing the interactions between 2b and the child warmed your heart, they always eager to help 2b with his work or help put bandaids on hank when he gets mildly injured. They even see sanford,deimos, and hank as their uncles now, such as deimos giving them piggy back rides, sanford drawing with them, hell even hank, the most well known killer in nevada, even had a soft spot for the child, letting them climb on him like a tree.
It was all so incredibly sweet and you was fine with it, even if you are just the big monster under the bed to them you are glad they are happy with a nice family.
....
Now its the present day, with you, doc, and the little one only present at the HQ. Looming over your loves shoulder to see him work on the tablet in his hands and the child is drawing with warn out crayons and ripped paper just a few feet away, the child had gotten more comfortable around you but not by much. They never got startled by you anymore but still stares at you like a deer in headlights when you speak to them, they do talk to you though and still address you as "monster" not as (mother or father or other) and you was alright with it. As long as they are getting better.....
"You are lost in your thoughts again" 2b spoke in the comfortable silence "sorry...just wondering some things" you replied with a sigh, standing up straight no longer looming over his shoulder "ill let you get back to work dear" you said before slowly approaching the child "little one?" You spoke in the same calm tone as before,they looked up at you with the same look as before "are you hungry? Do you need anything...?" You asked kindly, they nod their head looked away for a sec before looking back at your featureless face "noodles?" They asked "sure. Ill get you some" you unintentionally grinned with your spooky like teeth and walked out of the room.
As you was getting the food ready for your child the trio had returned from their raid, hank covered in blood with a large machine gun strapped to his back stomped past you and sanford stuck around with you, deimos is nowhere to be found "where is deimos?" You asked sanford "he picked something up for the kid, so he's looking for them" sanford replied, taking a seat on the kitchen table "good to know" you left the conversation at that taking the ramen noodles and walked back to 2bs office, stopping to see deimos walk out. He waves at you "oh hey s/o" he greets "kid wants to talk to you" he continued before walking past "alright?" Confused you walked inside.
2b is still sitting in his chair with his tablet in hand, nothing seemed to change on his part but the little one seemed very excited and happy. You walked over to the child and crouched down to give them their meal, they took the food and set it down and looked up at you happy. No longer full of fear or that wide eyes look they give "look monster look!" They exclaimed, voice sounding a little muffled showing fake vampire teeth in their mouth "i got sharp teeth like you!" They continued, the words almost hit your heart by how cute it is.
You let out a fake gasp, playing along with them "oh! So scary!" You pretend to be afraid, receiving a little giggle from them "rawr!" They screamed with their hands in front of them like they would attack you "oh no! If only someone came to help!" You continued to pretend and glance at 2b, who looks at you with a unamused look in his eyes "raaawwrrr" the child continued to play "aaahh! Doc! Please help!" You pleaded trying your best to hold back a laugh, with that 2b gets up and walks over and picks up the child "gotcha" 2b announced with a subtle grin under his mask "noooo! I wanna scare monster!" The little one laughed, followed by your chuckling. "Rawr!" The child attempted to scare his father "oh no! They got me!" 2b played along too, still holding the child in his arms. It was so uncharacteristic but so adorable from him, you laughed and grabbed them both in a hug "now i caught both of you" you grinned "aaah! Monster got us!!" The child laughed "whatever shall we do?" 2b chuckled.
The little one looked up at you and patted your empty face with their tiny hands "boo!" They yelled and you faked a yell, let them go, fell backwards, and pretended to be dead on the floor. The child laughed "i defeated the monster!" They praised themselves as 2b set them down with a grin, the child wandered over to you and pat your featureless face again "im big and scary just like monster" they smiled before you reached over to pat their head.
"You sure are little one..."
#madness combat#madcom#2b my beloved#2b x reader#auditor reader#madness combat x reader#madcom x reader#2bdamned#mc 2bdamned#2bdamned my beloved#i am proud of this one#wholesome family bonding#stitchwork stories#employer reader
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To be pretty (Kasumi x MC) (Scenario)
Summary: No one can deny that Seimei University Hospital had an abnormal quantity of beautiful people. Though, when a new beautiful face appeared, MC's unexpected insecurities became known.
Word counting: 1098
MC looked at the student in front of her. Out of everyone in that room, she was the closest in age with her. That was one of the reasons why they got close. Another reason MC had was that the girl's appearance caught her attention. She was only a student. No, she was one of Kasumi's students. The girl asked the cardiologist to spend a week in the hospital to gather some information for her university research. As the kind professor he was, Dr. Kasumi allowed it without hesitation.
The moment the girl took her first step into the hospital, everyone's eyes were on her. MC saw how her EICU colleagues blushed from time to time when the student was smiling at them as a thank you after they explained some procedures. Moreover, every time Dr. Kasumi and the girl walked past the nurses, the women's eyes weren't on the cardiologist alone. No, the student got a big part of the attention on her.
"Finally, there's someone who can make the beautiful rays that Dr. Kasumi emanate to stop from hurting our eyes. Though, now we have to worry about two beauties walking around, not only one," Missy told MC.
MC wasn't jealous. She also was a victim of the girl's beauty. Kasumi's student was intelligent, funny, and well-behaved. She was more than her appearance. Because MC was the only woman on the team and the youngest member, they soon connected and started to spend most of their time together. Also, Kasumi assigned his girlfriend to take care of his student because he had other things to do.
The day the girl gathered enough information for her project and had to leave made everyone mourn. After a long and forceful hug, she left MC and thanked everyone else for helping her. The entire EICU team had their eyes on the door minutes after the student left. The first one to break the silence was the girl's closest friend.
"I always wondered what it is like to be pretty? Do I ask too much if I want a tenth part of her beauty?"
MC heard a chuckle behind her. She could easily recognize the owner of the voice, though before she could say anything, Kasumi stopped the imminent exchange of replies between two of his closest colleagues:
"I don't understand what you are talking about. You are pretty too."
At least three voices were ready to make some sharp comments about the sappiness of the scene in front of them. But MC was faster.
"Nah. Don't lie. If I were pretty, I wouldn't have cried in high school every time I was in front of the mirror."
A jingling laugh followed her remark, and she walked towards her place. MC failed to see that all her colleagues had their eyes on her. The sarcastic comments that they had ready dried Takado's, Hosho's, and Sen's lips. They didn't even have to look at Kasumi to understand that it wasn't the right time to say anything. Another thing that they knew was that they had to do something about MC's self-esteem. They had failed to understand that their youngest colleague had a hard time being around people who are considered attractive by all the people. To let her acknowledge that she wasn't a beauty meant to lose the possibility to tease her about it. They didn't want to hurt her. They needed their usual bickering.
"Have anyone told you that you have fantastic hair? I always wake up with a bird's nest on my head, while yours look so smooth and well-put," Ekuni said one of the following mornings.
MC nearly choked on her saliva. She was sure that she would hear at least a chuckle near her. However, everyone was silent. She could bet that Hosho was nodding somewhere at the limit of her peripheral vision.
"I am going to make some instant ramen. Do you want some too, MC?"
For more than a few moments, Takado's question remained unanswered.
"Have I done something wrong, and you want to poison me?"
It took Takado's entire self-control not to yell at her. His eyes had their brain and showed the irritation he was feeling. Though, MC didn't observe it. Instead, she nodded and waited for her meal.
Another strange thing that happened the past few days was how Hosho stopped going so often to the nurses and started spending more time with MC. After a while, the girl felt the urge to run away from him. She found her safe heaven in Kasumi's office. Yet, a strange Sen, ready to give her some expensive chocolate, scared her more. Before MC could run again, Kasumi asked the pediatrician to leave the room.
"What's going on? Why is everyone so friendly with me? For the past few days, I heard compliments, was fed, and spent a lot of time with some aliens. Where are the normal EICU guys?"
Kasumi didn't answer at first. He thought if he had to tell her their reason or not. MC knew him well enough to understand what he was thinking about. A laugh left her lips, but the cardiologist knew better than feeling at ease. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was a nervous and pissed-off one.
"Have you asked them to act like this because of what I have said about my appearance? You don't have to do anything like this. So, please stop this experiment of yours. I don't need it."
MC was right. It had to do with what she had said about her appearance. Though, it wasn't Kasumi who asked the men to do it. They did it because they wanted to, cared, and knew that she was wrong.
"It wasn't me. They did it on their own. And they are right. Can't you see it, MC? Can't you understand how beautiful you are?"
Taking a few steps toward the exit and avoiding every surface that could reflect her face, MC said: "It's okay. You can stop. It is not like everyone has to be beautiful. We have to accept that beauty is not so important."
MC left Kasumi's office. She had no idea how she had hurt her boyfriend.
"What a hypocrite," Kasumi whispered to himself. "I see that this idea of yours has deeper roots. But I'll do everything possible to change your mind."
He was only partially right. It wasn't only him who had this plan. Everyone would do everything possible to change MC's mind and let her understand that she was more than she gave her credit to be.
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Warm Hug
Mentions & Implications: This is a Bakugou x Fem!Reader fic. This is part of the BNHAREM collab. This month is all about our favorite blasty boi, Bakugou! Also I hope all of this makes sense. I wrote this in many parts over the past few weeks and I'm eternally distracted. So while I normally spell check and grammar check everything, this fic did not receive any of that lol.
No warnings really unless you count language because let’s face it, this is about Bakugou and according to fandom, he curses. But since this a fluff, I kept it to a minimum. Also, I really suck at fluff, so if you actually like this, please let me know. I could use the serotonin and dopamine.
He watched her glide on water and come sliding to a stop, spraying water in the villain’s face. For the first time he was starstruck. How had he not noticed her before? They were in the same class together. They graduated together, right? Surely he’d trained with her at some point. So why was today the first day he actually SAW her?
She felt eyes on her. Cold, calculated, crimson. Her breath hitched and she almost lost her footing if it weren’t for the fact she remembered she was in the middle of apprehending a criminal. After the handoff to police, Y/N wondered if it actually happened. Did he really look at her? Did he finally notice her after all these years? A side glance from behind her shades told her that yes, he was most definitely looking at her.
He was angry at himself for not remembering. Affirmations about you from Kirishima solidified that you were there. You’d always been there. You’d been quiet, while he’d been loud. You’d been slow and steady, while he rushed ahead. He had Mina speak about you. She eagerly complied and caught him up on everything that made you-you.
“Did you really forget about Y/N being in our class? She hung out with everyone!” Mina laughed.
“Not with me. Tell me more about her.” He filled out paperwork as Mina chatted on, while on the opposite side of the building, Kirishima was having the exact same conversation with Y/N.
“It’s disheartening that he’s just now noticing that I exist. But that’s okay. He’s been hyper-focused on trying to be #1. No one should fault him for that.” Y/N played with the hem of her shirt before sighing and picking up the sandwich on her plate.
“He’s still a good guy, Y/N. He’s just never been good at socializing.” Kirishima took a bite of his food and downed it with a gulp of lemonade.
“Oh I know. It’s okay. I’ll just keep watching him from afar. I don’t want to give him a reason to lose his focus.
/*-+-*/
He watched her in the office. She gave him side glances on patrols. They would discreetly help each other while taking villains down. And then one Winter day he asked her to train with him.
"Oh! Oh sure, that sounds like fun!" He and Y/N made their way to a nearby facility and lost themselves in a few hours of teaching how to support the other with their quirks.
/*-+-*/
"I wanna ask her out on a date, but I don't at the same time."
Kirishima looked at his friend with confusion. "You know it's obvious that you two like each other, right? I mean... literally everyone can see it. You two spend almost every waking minute with each other. What's stopping you?"
"I really like her. I don't wanna scare her away." He rose from his place on the couch and frustratingly ran his fingers through his hair as he made his way to the oversized window.
/*-+-*/
"Can I borrow this? Mine got ripped to shreds when a villain fought me on my way home the other night." Holding up a black sweatshirt, Y/N waved it in front of Mina's face. Mina blinked in thought before breaking out into laughter and nodding. Y/N slipped it over her head, inhaling the faint scent of smoked caramel. “Thanks! I’ll keep it until I can get another one!” With a sly smile, her pink alien friend waved her off and told her not to worry about it.
The cold wind was sharp on her face when she pulled the hood over her head and inhaled. The scent calmed her like a warm hug as she hurried home. Thoughts of a spiky haired man invaded her mind, making her already pink cheeks burn. She loved the man since their first year at UA. He never looked her way, never knew she existed. But she watched him as they faced trials and tribulations as a class, as individuals, and now as heroes. What made him finally look at her? She entered the dark apartment and kicked off her boots in favor of the memory foam bunny slippers, sighing as she shuffled to her room. She fell against the pillows and plushies on her bed and fell asleep still wrapped up in the black sweatshirt, a smile on her face as visions of Bakugou invaded her dreams.
/*-+-*/
“What’s so funny?” Y/N tilted her head, looking at a giggling Mina as they entered the doors of the agency.
“Oh nothing!” Mina sang as she skipped into the room. Bakugou was already stationed at the coffee pot, glaring at it as if willing it to drip faster with the black gold. A side glance stilled his heart for a fleeting moment when he saw Y/N walk in. All smiles and sunshine next to her friend. Then he saw it. Bakugou couldn’t help but notice the familiarity of the pullover. There was a certain tear by the pocket with a singed edge. “Where did you get that sweatshirt?”
She hugged herself in the oversized sweater, “Mina let me have it, why?”
“It’s mine.”
“Oh. … OH!” Shrugging off the garment hastily, she folded it over and offered it to him, “I’m so sorry, Bakugou! I had no idea!” Keeping her eyes down, she heard a soft ‘tch’ and a shadow moving away.
“Hurry up and get changed so we can go train.”
She watched him walk away, and heard stifled laughter behind her. Turning to see Kirishima and Mina huddled together at a corner table, Y/N walked up to her friends and hissed, “What is so funny? He’s clearly upset that I have something that belongs to him!”
“Oh sweet summer child, you really are clueless, aren’t you?” Pinky beamed and grabbed Y/N’s hand. Kirishima shook his head and laughed, “He really likes you!”
Stars lit up in Y/N’s eyes as she turned in time to watch Bakugou turn the corner. “He...likes me too?” Still clutching the pullover in her arms, she quickly followed after him, only to see him enter the locker room. Turning around, she noticed the door to his office was open. She entered his room and left the sweatshirt on his desk before leaving to get ready to train.
/*-+-*/
Hours later, Bakugou walked into his office, narrowing his eyes at the black bundle on the desk. He picked it up to examine it when soft notes of jasmine and vanilla wafted up to his nose. He narrowed his eyes and tucked the shirt under his arm as he took a folder into his other hand and left the agency.
The entryway of his home lit up when he turned the key and opened the door. Kicking off shoes and padding down the hall, he deposited the jumper and folder onto the table before unwinding for the evening. Once evening chores, dinner, and paperwork were all caught up, it was time for bed. He started for his bedroom when he spied the hoodie on the table. Gingerly picking it up he took it to his bedroom and slipped into bed. Cuddling the garment close, he inhaled the vanilla jasmine scent, and all thoughts of Y/N consumed him as he fell asleep.
Bakugou walked into the agency the next morning and took notice of Y/N wearing a new sweatshirt in an ombre gray. Scoffing to himself, he poured himself a cup of coffee. “...look better in black.”
Y/N turned at Bakugou's mumbling, “Hmm? Did you say something?”
“I said you look better in black!” Narrowing his eyes he gave her a severe look and stomped out of the room to his office, slamming the door behind him. He never did see the small smile and blush that crossed her features.
/*-+-*/
Weeks of lighthearted flirting turned into months, and the cool morning of Spring kissed Y/N’s skin as she walked into the lounge room of the agency rubbing her arms for warmth. He was already pouring a cup of coffee when she came in. He cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “It’s not even cold outside anymore.” He watched her sunshine smile as she stepped near him, only to open the refrigerator door.
“It is to me!” Y/N blushed as she hid her face on the other side of the door, before pulling out a bottle of orange juice and retreated to her office. A bundle in black was draped over her chair. It was the hoodie she had returned to Bakugou months ago. She turned the covering over her arms, the scent of caramel and smoke filling her senses, a smile of giddiness on her face.
“Just tell him already!”
Y/N jumped to find her pink friend leaned against the doorframe. “Mina! I-I can’t do that. He’s got to focus, remember? I don’t want to get in the way of him trying to achieve what he wants the most.”
Mina crossed her arms and shook her head. “You’re so dense sometimes, Y/N. He gave that back to you. He clearly likes you. And you! Your cheeks might as well be permanently pink, and you have hearts in your eyes! Everyone in this building can see how in love you are. I’ve been talking to Kirishima and he agrees with me. We’ve been watching you two flirt for a long time, and it’s agonizing! And you know what? He’s scared of asking you out. He’s afraid to run you off. You’re going to have to be the one to do it. You’re going to have to ask him out.”
Floored by the new information, Y/N sunk into her chair, clutching the hoodie close to her heart. Her mind faltered and unable to form words, she stared dumbly at her best friend. “But- I… He’s scared of running me off?”
/*-+*/
“You just left it in her office? Why didn’t you just give it to her? Everyone in this building already knows you like each other! Be manly and just tell her already, bro!” Kirishima exclaimed, zipping up his duffel bag. “You know what? If you don’t go ask her out, I will. I think she’s pretty cute and I bet we’d have a great time at this new ramen shop that just opened across the street.”
A low growl emanated from the explosion hero, “Don’t you dare.” Still in his hero uniform, Bakugou stormed out of the locker room leaving his best friend to snicker and shake his head.
/*-+-*/
Hearing a familiar stomp down the hall, Mina gleefully smiled before moving aside to allow Bakugou to enter. “I’ll see you later Y/N! I expect a call or text soon!” Mina shut the door as she waved her goodbye, leaving both heroes to stare at each other, their voices trapped from shyness.
Remembering the sweater in her arms, Y/N rose from her chair and slowly walked toward the tall blonde. “You left this for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Are we sharing this hoodie now?”
“I’m letting you borrow it. It’ll keep you warm better than that crappy one you had. It’s going to be cold tonight when we go to the ramen shop across the street.” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he turned away in an attempt to hide the slight blush that formed on his face.
Eyes enlarged with disbelief, Y/N brought the pullover up to cover the astonishment expressed on her face and mumbled, “We? Are you asking me out on a date?” Gazing up at the man before her, she couldn’t help but notice the tips of his ears were turning red. He didn’t look at her when he nodded, but once the bells of her happy voice rang out, he turned and couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
/*-+-*/
*15 YEARS LATER*
“Remember I’m going to be late tonight because Todoroki is holding a study group at his house! Hurry up Harumi, I don’t wanna be late to school because of you!”
“Sorry Raiden! Bye Mom, bye Dad! Love you!”
The door slammed and all was quiet. Y/N stuck her thumbs through the torn holes in the sleeves and started clearing the table when she heard the door of the bedroom shut. Picking up a cup of leftover orange juice, she brought it to her lips when two arms snaked around her waist and she felt a kiss on the back of her head.
“You still have that? It’s worn all to hell. Let me get you a new one.”
Y/N glanced at him mid sip. Smiling into the cup, she finished her drink, her other hand lovingly patted her husband’s arm. Finishing her drink, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve. “A new one? But this is my favorite! I plan on wearing it until it completely falls apart!”
Rolling his eyes, Bakugou peppered Y/N’s face with kisses, ignoring squeals of laughter and the playful pushes against his chest. “Move so I can help you with the dishes before we head to work.”
/*-+-*/
Filing paperwork was the best way to wind down after a long day of apprehending villains. Huddled over her desk Y/N was writing up the last report of the day when the door to her office swung open and her sweaty husband swaggered inside. She narrowed her eyes at his appearance.. Was he wearing a new pullover?
“Just got done going for a run. You ready to go home yet?” Bakugou removed the hoodie, a hint of his waning abs peeking from under his shirt. “Tch. Put those eyes back in your sockets, woman.” Holding out his hand to a giggling Y/N, he pulled her away from the desk and against him for a quick hug before leaving hand-in-hand from the agency.
A sudden breeze blew against the two, causing Y/N to rub her arms. In a side glance, she saw her husband putting on the sweater.
"Sharing is caring, now give me the sweatshirt!"
“Hell no! You chose to not bring your old piece of shit hoodie even though I said it was going to be cold tonight. Suffer the consequences, ya brat.”
“Please sweetheart? I know I should have listened this morning, and you’re right of course. I’m just so cold. You don’t want me to get sick, do you?” Her sugar sweet words twisted around his heart as she gently wrapped her arms around him and tilted her head up and batted her eyes in a most heartfelt manner. Bakugou glared at his wife and paused before grunted his displeasure. With a sigh and an eye roll it was all over. The man scoffed and shook out of the sweatshirt and slipped it over Y/N, pulling the hood over her head.
Face flushed red, the towering blonde pillar looked anywhere but at her. “Dammit woman, why do you do this to me? Next time listen to me and don’t be so stubborn. You’re lucky I love you.”
Enveloped in the warm hug scented of woodsy caramel, she pulled the oversized sleeves over her hands and cupped the tall hero’s cheeks and turned him to face her, “I am the luckiest girl in the world, aren’t I? Thank you for my new hoodie. I love you.”
Lowly growling at the woman before him, Bakugou cocked a brow before breaking out into a smile, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous, woman, tricking me like that. I love you too. Now let’s get home and have some quiet time before those brats get home.” Putting his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her against him and felt Y/N’s arms wrap around him. He smiled against her hooded head as she giggled and together they walked, their steps in sync toward home.
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Mine - Part 2
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7
Kisame x Reader
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Stalking, yandere behavior, use of drugs.
As your vision began to fade beneath a veil of black spots and static, your panicking brain struggled to pour over every event and detail leading up to this moment. The door hinges stopped squeaking. Some of your belongings seemed to be mysteriously disappearing. And now, your tea. Something was wrong with your tea.
A series of unintelligible curses fell from your lips as you dug through your bag in a flustered flurry. "Where the hell are they?"
The gruff, dingy face of your boss lifted for a moment from behind the sandwich that was half-crammed into his mouth. "The hell're you mumbling about?"
With an exasperated sigh, you sat back in your chair, stomach protesting loudly at your continued delay in feeding it as you closed your eyes and groaned at the ceiling. "I must have dropped them on the way here."
The only reply offered to you was a terse grunt and the muffled sounds of chewing stuffed behind an almost interested raise of eyebrows.
"My keys," you grumbled, leaning forward and dropping your head against the soot-covered table. "That was my only set. And I forgot my lunch. I feel like I'm losing my damn mind this week."
"Get yer shit together, kid. Huge order just came in from that shinobi village we been talking to. I need your head in the forge, not in the fridge." Ryuji was never one to mince words, so his abrasive response didn't come as much of a surprise. Without so much as a glance at you, he resumed gnawing his way through his sandwich. "Go get some damn food before you space out and set yourself on fire again."
He was right to lecture you. A weaponsmith's workshop was no place to be when your head wasn't screwed on straight, as evidenced by the thick, dirty bandage wrapping your forearm. Yesterday, you had been so distracted that you stumbled into your own red-hot work in progress and seared an alarming amount of flesh on your arm. Ryuji yanking you away from the forge by the collar of your shirt and snatching the rod you were holding out of your hand was the only thing that stopped you from setting yourself on fire as you recoiled in pain toward the yawning dragon's mouth. That earned you a crack to the back of the head and an hour-long, earsplitting lecture about what an amateur mistake that was while he manhandled your singed flesh into its current wrapping. The expletive-laced lecturing followed you all the way home, as Ryuji insisted on walking you back after you proceeded to be more accident prone around the shop than usual after nearly setting yourself alight. While you were a klutz, you were an excellent apprentice, and he snidely growled that it would have been too big of a pain in the ass to train a new one if you got lost on the way back to your own goddamn house because your head was in the clouds.
"I'll be back in a few." With another heavy sigh, you hauled yourself from your chair, slinging your excessively light bag over your shoulder before heading out onto the bustling street just outside of your shop. Your eyes scanned the few stalls lining the cobblestone as your stomach dictated loudly what it wanted. The scent of ramen from one of your favorite shops wafted into your nostrils and drew you in like fishing line before you even realized what you were doing.
"Hey, hun! Long time no see," the kind old woman behind the counter winked a crinkled eye at you. "The usual?"
"Yes, please," you breathed a sigh of relief over the escalating protests of your stomach. "Actually, make it a double today."
As though she anticipated your arrival, the old lady had most of your order ready rather quickly. "Is that Ryuji working you to death?" She hummed while dishing up your food. "You look exhausted."
"It's been a weird week," you confessed, settling into your seat while resting your chin on your hand.
"Shall I give him a talking to for you?" She teased, playfully smacking the large ladle in her hand against her palm after setting a bowl of noodley delight in front of you.
You readied a pair of chopsticks, digging in as you laughed around the mouthful of ramen that you had already partially inhaled, nearly choking on it as you swallowed. "No, it's okay. He hasn't been the problem this week."
"Well, you just tell him anyway that Granny sees everything," she smirked, turning her back to stir pots as you dug into your meal. "What's on your mind, hm?" She inquired without turning around.
Twirling your chopsticks around in your bowl absentmindedly, you chewed the inside of your cheek. "Ever felt like there were little gremlins following you around and moving things two inches to the left just to mess with you?"
She snorted a bit of a laugh. "That's oddly specific."
"That's been my week," you mused while chewing half of a hard boiled egg. "Everything is two inches to the left. Lost my keys, forgot my lunch. Even my front door is in on it."
"Your front door?" She turned with a raised brow.
"Yeah. Out of the blue, that horrible creaking noise it always made just went away. I had been meaning to oil the hinges, but I never got around to actually doing it. A few days ago, it just… stopped," you explained around another mouthful of noodles.
"Oh, that's just the weather around here, dear. The temperature swings and makes wood swell and shrink. My old house is like that too," she waved her hand dismissively, going back to minding her broths.
You picked up your bowl and drank the remaining liquid before setting it down again, now having finally quieted your raging stomach. As you dug through your bag to pay for your meal, a sinking wave of anxiety crept through you. "No… no, no, no -- damnit! Where is it?" You whispered desperately as you rifled frantically, searching for your wallet.
Granny set her spoon down across the top of an open pot, turning to you with a concerned expression as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Gremlins?"
"I'm so sorry," you stammered, digging with new vigor for change or anything to pay for your food. "I thought I put it in here this morning--"
"Don't worry, dear. You can pay for it next time," she smiled warmly, understanding that this really just wasn't your week. "You always come back. Besides, I know where you work," she teased with another wink.
You bowed graciously. "Thank you so much. I am so sorry."
She chuckled, making a little shooing motion with her hand. "That's enough of that. Go back to work before that old grouch gives you a hard time for taking too long of a lunch."
With another quick, apologetic bow, you crammed your belongings into your bag and scurried back to the shop. Your arrival was met with immediate orders and unrelenting demands being barked at you by your master, who was now miffed that things were behind schedule thanks to you. Flustered, you pulled on your heavy leather gloves and went to work, hammering out basic shapes for kunai that Ryuji would later finish. The work was exhausting, both physically and mentally, as your head still wasn't totally in the game. You found yourself second guessing every move you made, every hammer strike, every reheat of the metal set out on your anvil. You just couldn't shake the feeling that some other chaos was about to descend upon your head to top off the shitshow that had been your week.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be, eh?" Ryuji barked loudly in your face, interrupting your thoughts and snatching your hammer from you mid strike. He glowered at you, thrusting a slightly malformed kunai into your field of vision.
You stammered unintelligibly, staring at the scrapped knife you thought you threw in the 'redo' pile. "I--"
"Get the hell out of my sight. Go home. Come back when you can figure out how to forge a simple goddamn kunai again," he snarled, throwing the blade into the ground at your feet before turning his back on you and returning to his own waiting project.
Swallowing back the argumentative lump growing in your throat, you yanked your gloves off and dropped them on top of your anvil before trudging back into the shop to grab your things, narrowly missing falling on your face as you once again caught your boot on the oft-forgotten step. The weight of being ejected from the workshop dragged your morale into the dirt. With a defeated sigh and a glance over your shoulder toward the sounds of cursing and steel striking steel, you snagged your bag from its spot behind the counter and headed out, swinging the front door shut behind you with a bit more force than necessary. "One goddamn knife," you growled through your teeth, hardly paying attention to the road on which you were walking. "I mess up one goddamn knife, and he kicks me out." Your eyes shifted skyward to the drifting clouds that shadowed the area with impending rain. "Got anything else you wanna throw at me?" You pointed the sarcastic question at the sky before continuing on your way, scanning the side of the cobbled bricks for your lost set of keys as you went, but today afforded you no such luck.
Once home, you were greeted by a lock that needed picking and rain that was quickly threatening to become a storm. You hollered at nothing, pounding your fist against your own door in frustration as you struggled to outsmart your godforsaken lock. For half a second, you considered just smashing the thing and repairing it later. Luckily, the mechanism finally popped under the pressure of your furious jiggling and allowed you to swing the now eerily silent door open.
You all but launched your boots off your feet into the lower kitchen cabinets as all of the stress and frustration quickly began catching up to you. Choking back the still growing lump in your throat, you leaned over your sink, feverishly scrubbing away the grime left clinging to your hands. Your reflection stared back at you from the window behind your faucets, now showing you the ugly, contorted mess you had made of your face to hold back the wellspring of emotion churning in your chest. Putting your fist through it was a tempting thought until you remembered that you would be the one who had to fix it if you did.
With less care than you usually took with your things, you swung your tea kettle from the stove into the sink, filling it with water and setting it to boil while you stomped your way through the house to remove all traces of the day you had. Clean clothes, clean hair, clean face, clean bandages, clean you. You felt that if you just washed all of the figurative grime away, you might just be able to start over and have a better day tomorrow.
The shrill whistle of the kettle in the kitchen snapped you out of your cycle of cynicism, sending you back to finish your nightly, albeit early, ritual cup of tea. You slid the ceramic mug across the counter that was prepared with a bag already in it, as you had set it out early in the morning like always, and poured in the piping hot water. The lovely scent of mint filled the air as it rose on the back of the steam swirling upward, eliciting a soft hum from you as you set the kettle down. Cradling your precious distraction, you blew at the surface while shuffling your feet across the floor to the kitchen table while you waited for it to be strong enough to drink.
When the color finally seemed right, you took a sip, sighing as you leaned back into your chair. The few swigs that followed had you twisting your mouth and staring at the cup questioningly, wondering if you had mistakenly used the wrong tea or if something was wrong with your water. "Figures," you mumbled. The taste seemed off. Too sweet, almost. As you rose to your feet to go check the box, a wave of dizziness hit you like a brick wall, leaving you grasping at the edge of the table to try to stabilize yourself. A prickling nausea crept up your spine as you stumbled toward the sink, thinking you were going to vomit, knocking things off the counter as you fumbled desperately to maintain your balance.
"Take it easy," a familiar voice rasped from behind you and a massive arm caught you around your middle to keep you upright.
The door. You never heard him come in, unless he was here already. "Kisame? Why're you… in… my house…" Your tongue started turning to mush in your mouth as you tripped over yourself, trying to tear away from the monstrous vice. The room was spinning. You could hardly tell which way was up, and it showed by your confused, uncoordinated movements. "You know… where I live?"
Kisame didn't answer any of your questions and instead contained your frightened, jerky attempts at escape, preventing you from running into anything else or getting away from him by keeping that heavy arm locked around you in a constrictive shell, pulling you toward the solid chest you stumbled into a week ago with your own arms folded up and trapped against your body. "Calm down. I've got you."
As your vision began to fade beneath a veil of black spots and static, your panicking brain struggled to pour over every event and detail leading up to this moment. The door hinges stopped squeaking. Your lock turned better than it ever had since you moved in, until you lost your keys at least. Some of your belongings seemed to be mysteriously disappearing. And the tea. Something was wrong with your tea. "K'sme, wha'd… you do t'me?" Words failed to form correctly, as you could no longer fully control your mouth, and your knees buckled beneath you.
The crushing weight of reality began to descend upon you as the towering monster of a man whose arms were caging you in ignored your line of confused questioning and just hushed you softly as he eased your collapsing body to the floor, cradling the back of your head like you were made of glass. That face. Those intense, predatory eyes that met yours once a month in your shop were leering down at you as you felt yourself sinking into the inky deep. The hand that so easily caught your burdensome box of kunai caressed your clammy cheek through the tingling numbness building under your skin. The soft, raspy voice of what you once thought was just a gentle giant crooned things to you that you could no longer understand and began growing more distant as the lights in your head slowly flickered out.
It was him. All of the mishaps and strangeness happening to you in the past week had all been caused by him.
Brushing a bit of hair away from your face, Kisame just looked down at you for a moment before carefully wrapping you in his cloak and gathering your unconscious body off of your kitchen floor. "You're coming with me."
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