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I'm very tired so like,, hmm, mor talk in the tags
#thinking#delete later#do i comm someone for a piece of birthday art? i feel bad for asking friends for art for it despite it being like‚‚ next month#i never gave a date like i never stated it but also i fucking hate the date i hate it and ive been conditioned to hate it bc of where ilive#ao like#yeah#bc i feel so guilty asking for art when i know i can go make it myself even rhough i just tiredly made that art like ik i need a break#but the guilt man#anyways my question was literally do i comm someone or do o go 'hehe birthday gift' and splurge on something for once#i bought a bird plush that will hopefully arrive in november form my favorite artist. so theres that. but still#im an indecisive impatient person filled with guikt complexes#hi to the people who read this if anyone does#my stomach really hurts rn ow#anyways
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I would reallyy love if you could write about how when the Sully family reaches the new tribe all of the Metkayina girls are trying really hard to get Neteyam to notice them (Cause you know he's the oldest, a good warrior and is gonna be a leader soon) but they dont know he already has a mate and the reader gets jealous. So neteyam has to comfort her and when she realizes she is being silly and has nothing to worry about...this one metkayina girl really pushes it....(im talking getting touchy with neteyam, always finding ways to get him alone and is rude to the reader) and she loses her absolute shit and you can decide what she does but i want it to be very possessive like behavior😏 sorry this is long😅
Metkayina Girls Start Falling At Neteyam's Feet and You, His Mate, Get Jealous (SFW)
Reader is Fem! Omaticaya
CW: a story of jealousy with aa twist, these girls are really shameless, Kiri and Lo'ak duo, sorry im posting so late, my stomach actually really hurts rn, but not writing for so long has been driving me crazy, anyway, enjoy <3 ( i barfed in my mouth a little bit writing some of this cringey shit )
"Humans?! That must've been so scary for you! What happened next?" Leyelu asked as she stretched, laying herself stomach-down in the sand in front of Neteyam, batting her eyelashes.
"Yeah, did you fight them? I'm sure you did, since you are such a strong warrior," Nayat smiled, scooching her seat closer to the boy.
"Um...well, I didn't-." "Impossible. I can imagine you swooping in and saving your family. All heroic-like," Srraza smirked, openly raking her eyes up and down Neteyam's body, not caring how uncomfortable he looked.
Their shameless display made you want to vomit, and possibly scream, at the same time.
There were a total of three girls. Leyelu, Nayat, and Srraza. And all were practically throwing themselves at Neteyam.
It had been about a week and some change since you and the Sullys arrived at Awa'atlu. And every day, without fail, these girls managed to tail Neteyam, following him and showering him in praise whenever they could.
You hadn't had not two seconds alone with him before one of them, or all three, came barging in with some fake excuse of a heavy basket they needed help lifting or a boat they needed help loading.
You knew Neteyam never entertained their advances, and were thankful for it.
But being his mate, you couldn't help but feel frustrated. (and maybe a little jealous)
"If you scowl any harder, it's going to become permanent," Kiri playfully warned, your face amusing her.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," you curtly answered, tearing your eyes away from the scene angrily.
"Yes. I'm fine is stretched tightly across your face right now," Lo'ak smirked from his spot in the sand, hands behind his head as he subathed.
"(y/n), I hope you know that Neteyam would never-." "I know," you sighed, already guessing what Kiri was going to say.
"I trust Neteyam completely. It's just-."
You couldn't finish the sentence. It was embarrassing.
"Just what?" Lo'ak asked, ears perking in intrigue.
"Give her a minute," Kiri shushed, smacking him in the arm, earning an annoyed ow! from the boy.
"It's not that I'm scared Neteyam will leave me. It is just...I don't see why he won't," you started, staring down at your feet in shame.
Kiri and Lo'ak both whipped their heads towards you in disbelief, their expressions contorting into ones of confusion.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lo'ak asked, confused.
"Lo'ak!" Kiri scolded.
She was thinking the same thing, but he could've been a little easier on the delivery.
"Look at them," you sighed, holding out your hand to the girls, who were still fake listening to Neteyam's story.
"Leyelu's father is one of the best hunters in the clan, only second to Tonowari. Nayat's mother is incredibly skilled on the loom, who is now teaching Nayat everthing she knows. For Eywa's sake, Srraza is studying under Ronal to be a healer."
The brother ans sister's expressions slowly softened, the meaning behind your words now coming to light.
"You are the best dancer the Omaticaya have ever seen. And the best the Metkayina have seen, as well," Kiri tried to comfort, a warm smile on her face.
"Oh, yes, because dancing can help me hunt for food. And dancing can help me make clothes. Let's not forget, it can help me heal as well," you sarcastically agreed, snippy.
Kiri sighed.
She didn't take it to heart, not one bit. She understood your frustration.
"They all have spent their years learning skills that can be of use, be important. All I have to show for mine are a couple of dance moves."
Lo'ak looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it until you were finished.
"And the best part of it is they are all gorgeous, the most sought after girls in this village. And I'm just...me."
Kiri felt her heart ache.
She had no idea you had been feeling this way this whole time.
She thought it was just a small case of jealousy. But it seemed to be much deeper than that.
"So, no. I'm not frustrated or scared of Neteyam leaving me. I am frustrated and scared because he has every reason to."
You turned back to the scene, only to see Leyelu resting her hands on Neteyam's chest, leaning into his face.
"Hey, Neteyam. Have you ever given thought to who could possibly be your mate?" she asked with a smirk, peering up at him through her beautiful eyelashes.
It was as if you didn't even exist.
"(y/n), wai-." But you ignored Kiri, abruptly standing up, not wanting to watch the scene any longer.
"Dammit, (y/n)! Sit down and look," Lo'ak groaned, roughly pulling you back down and turning your face to watch Neteyam.
"Do not touch me," Neteyam sternly ordered, grabbing the girl's wrists and pulling her hands of him, harshly.
"I know that you know I already have a mate. And you trying to make advances on me while knowing that is incredibly disrespectful."
The girls were giving him puppy dog eyes, as if that would guilt him into stopping.
It made you gag.
"I do not appreciate how you've been disregarding (y/n) this entire week. Especially when she has done nothing to you."
"That's exactly the point. She does nothing. She is just there with you. You two do not even act like mates," Srraza scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"That is true. I never see you two hug, or kiss, or embrace each other romantically at all," Nayat agreed.
"Because any time I get alone with her is interrupted by you three!" Neteyam exclaimed, annoyed.
His sudden burst shocked you.
You didn't know he felt this.
"I only get time to myself every once in a while, and I like to spend it with (y/n). But ever since I've gotten here, you three have used every mean under the sun to keep that from happening. For Eywa's sake, that was what I was on my way to do now before you all came along!"
"But why? She doesn't hunt, she doesn't loom, she doesn't heal, she can't even carry a tune. She's boring, plain. Why would you willingly want to spend time with her?" Leyelu asked, cocking an eyebrow s she crossed her arms.
Ouch.
"That's why you look like a dead fish, bitch!" Lo'ak loudly called, making you and Kiri die in snickers.
The girl whipped around, glaring daggers at the boy.
"Lo'ak!" Kiri tried to scold, but couldn't through her laughter.
"It's true! If her eyes were any farther apart, she'd be able to see the back of her head," he huffed.
You were his friend. And he didn't like people talking shit about you.
Meanwhile, Neteyam was using every ounce of his strength to not bare his teeth at the girl.
"I don't care about what she can't do. I love what she can. She's a phenomenal dancer, and has forgotten more moves than you three will ever learn. She's funny, she's kind, she's caring, the farthest thing from boring. And her beauty makes the three of you look like a patch wet sand. I am lucky to call her my mate, and if you all would excuse me, I'm going to spend the rest of the day with her," Neteyam angrily corrected, pushing past them and walking towards you.
And as he drew closer, you smiled, wider than you had in a while.
You felt foolish for thinking he could do better than you.
Especially after he just confessed that he believed he could do no better than you.
It made you feel happy, and loved, and secure in your relationship.
There was no one that could take your place because you were the place, and the only one who could ever be it.
And now knowing that fact, sent you over the moon.
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Omg pleaseee do a part 2 of the side kink Abby ask it was too good…just imagining her fucking you slowly with the strap and you begging her to go faster, my head is in shambles rn…
abbys kinda mean :(
it was so slow, painfully slow, dragging on as if time itself had hit the snooze button.
“your eyes are watering, s’pretty” she mocked, gasping for breath in between her moans. she was buried deep inside, not budging an inch. she loved seeing you like this, your eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched. it drove her wild. you were quiet. she was just so so mean, teasing your needy, hungry little hole for hours, first with her big fingers, and then with her strap. when she finally, finally slid inside, practically slipping right in, chants of her name left your mouth. “abby- abs, abby-“ you moaned in between choked breaths.
“so tight bun, what if i break you? hm?” she whispered in your ear, while toying, pinching your sensitive nipple. you were squirming restlessly, bucking your hips forward, begging her to start fucking moving. god, you needed it so bad, your clit was fucking aching, and that feeling of being so full - so full of abby, made you clench around her black silicone cock.
“can feel ya- you know that? like a little heartbeat” she grunted. sometimes, being inside you made abby delusional. she swore she could feel you inside, your pulsating essence, swore she felt your gummy walls clench around her cock. she knew it wasnt possible but god, did it feel real.
“i think-…” she said, her gaze locked firmly with yours. she almost looked worried.
“w-what… abby” you whimpered. dont cry, dont fucking cry, you thought, desperate to keep your emotions in check.
“i think youre too tight for me, cant fucking move- shit” she grunted, a mocking tone laced in her words. so so fucking mean. how longer could she go? she thought to herself, is she going to cry? would you break? fuck- that last thought made her clit throb with anticipation. she couldn't help but moan into your mouth, relishing the sensation of your warm breath against her temple.
you mustered the strength to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. what did she mean by cant? she cant fuck you? fuck, you poor little thing.
“yes you can abby- yes you can” you said, breathless, you didnt say please but god, were you begging. her own little cheerleader.
her tongue slid up to her cheek, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she fought back the urge to burst into laughter at your expense, her pathetic girl. of course she fucking could, but fuck how orgasmic it was for her to see you like this. every fiber of her being wanted to mock you, to mimic your soft whimpers and tease, yes, you can, abby... yes, you can.
“dont think i can, bun… look” she said, a wicked glint in her eyes. she thrust herself inside you, just slowly slamming her cock and hitting that sweet sweet spot that made you whimper her name. a sharp, tingling pain shot through you. it was so so big, and you really were so so tight.
“ow- ow’abby” you whimpered into her mouth, the discomfort evident in your voice.
“see? it hurts you… i cant move” she teased, and forced your thighs open. one thing about abby, is that she loved seeing your little cunt stuffed with her inside. god, the sight of that slight bulge forming on your stomach had the power to unravel her within seconds.
“fuuuck” she grunted, and spat directly on your puffy clit. the warmth of her saliva created a sensation that was almost like friction, an intimate caress that tickled and teased. you wanted to tell her to move, now! to start fucking you like a whore! but abby, abby got so mad when you talked to her like that. as if you had some authority over her and fuck - you didnt.
“please” you begged, your voice choked with hiccups, so desperate.
she raised her hand and firmly squeezed your cheeks together.
“please what?” she demanded.
“please abby!” did you just yell?
“no- no” she tsk’d, not like that.
“please abby what?” she patted your cheek, god did she want to slap it blue.
“please move, please” you begged.
she tightened her grip on your cheeks, exerting even more pressure. your muffled moans sounded fucking ridiculous, the same way they do when she has her cock shoved down your throat, rendering you speechless.
“you gotta” pat. “tell me” pat. “exactly what you want- understand?” she commanded, her voice was so stern. you were her little brat, and she made sure you knew that.
“please, ab- move inside- fuck me- jus” you hiccuped in between soft breaths. as you looked into her icy blue eyes, you noticed a transformation, a darkness that turned them nearly pitch black, reflecting her primal lust.
without any warning, she forcefully thrust herself deep inside you, the wet, squelching sounds emanating from your dripping hole filling the room with an obscenely lewd symphony, it almost made you gag.
“like that?” she groaned, her hand instinctively wrapping around your throat, exerting a gentle but firm pressure.
she slammed her cock inside again, more forcefully now, causing your eyes to roll back. she tightened the grip she had on your throat. “this is what you want?” she moaned inside your mouth, lost in her own pleasure, fuck- how it hit her clit just right.
“f-faster” you growled.
“too tight” she whispered, and stopped her slamming. “cant move”
“abbyyyy” you whined, your lips forming a small pout, seeking her attention. she leaned in and gently pecked your swollen lips, a soft laugh escaping her. you were just so so cute.
“jesus bunny, s’fucking needy”
#sorry this was kind of lazy btw im in lose ellie brainrot :(#abby anderson#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson blurb#abby anderson fanfiction#abby x reader#abby x you#abby anderson x you
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The Price of Freedom
Pairing: Astarion x Gender-Neutral Tav/Reader (Primary Focus is on Astarion)
Content Warnings: Murder and Canon-Typical Violence, Allusions to Physical, Emotional, and Verbal Abuse, Mental Breakdowns, Gore?, Massive Spoilers for the Pale Elf Quest in Baldur’s Gate 3, Heavy Angst
Word Count: 835
Characters: Astarion Ancunin (primarily), Cazador Szarr, Tav/Reader, brief mention of Astarion’s siblings
A/N: So I wrote this on a 14 hour plane ride, basically I wrote this in the last hour since my brain was mush for the other 13, I wanted to explore his side of things hence why it’s in second person, and I’m going to give a hot take, I’m glad you can’t hug Astarion after he kills Cazador, not because he doesn’t deserve it of course not, but because I don’t think he would like to be touched after such a painful but cathartic moment, he hates being touched, especially in a moment like this, there’s a time and a place for hugging in Astarion’s mind and in my opinion, this scene ain’t it, KEEP IN MIND I ALSO WANTED TO HUG ASTARION AFTER THIS SCENE SO I DONT BLAME ANYONE, but personally Astarion doesn’t want to be hugged rn, another thing I noticed is how Astarion is always drawn to your hands, it’s always the hands, I want to explore more of that in a separate fic or headcanons but yeah
Your grip upon your master’s knife tightened as you stared down at your “Father.” He likened his sired spawn to be family, and you were ready to give him all his owed dues as the eldest child.
It was funny to see him on his knees after so many years of shoving you beneath his feet. A wicked grin slithered onto your face as you yanked his long black hair aside to bare his neck.
The knife felt so light in your hand, how strange. One last thrust and it would be all over. One last thrust with the same knife that your pathetic master carved that damn infernal script into your back. It tethered your fate to him and now it would finally set you free. He would never hurt you again.
The first plunge felt cathartic yet it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. You started with his neck since it was his bite that doomed you. Then you thrust the blade repeatedly into his heart and ribs, he oh so loved to play with yours and even threatened to rip your’s out so you could see how pathetic it was. Just the thought of it made you dig deeper into his rib cage.
After the frenzied attack upon your master’s chest, you thrust the dagger upwards into his stomach. He was never satisfied with your hunts, always demanding more and more. Even wanting to consume you, practically making you believe that’s all you were. But you weren’t, you would never be-!
Just as you were about to violently flip him over and plunge into his back, you finally looked at his face. The sadistic smirk was wiped off replaced only with fear and disbelief, his sickening voice silenced, his eyes devoid of disgust… you were left with nothing.
Cazador Szarr was dead.
As the adrenaline wore off and you realized that your tormentor was finally dead, you slumped to your knees, dagger falling from your grip.
He was finally gone. He would never be able to hurt you again. And yet…
Why do the scars on your back feel fresh? Why did fear seep into your very bones? Why did you feel so miserable-
As sobs wracked your tired body, your siblings and friends surrounded you, unsure of what to do. Your lover approached you cautiously, not because they were afraid of you but because-
You didn’t really know and even though you’ve spent months together, you were still trying to get a hang of things.
They held out your arms to embrace you and in return you gave them a flinch. You hated the look they had on their face when you did, but… it feels so tainted, so fresh, so…
You hated it, you needed to get out of here, you needed to be in the sun again, you needed… you needed to feel alive again.
You stared down at your master’s corpse and held his staff for the first and last time. The rest was a blur.
Right now you were finally exiting this damn house, you would never have to see it again. You would finally be free, from this prison, from the people who tormented you, and from the crypt that reduced you to nothing but a feral animal.
As your weary feet got closer to closer to the entrance of Cazador’s palace, a part of you wanted to look back. To look back at your master’s dead body to make sure he was dead, gone for good.
… Why did you still think of him as your master, even when he’s gone? He was your master no longer, he would never have to control you again. You’re free of him.
Cazador means nothing to you now and you’ll make sure of that.
As you tried to shake your mind off of this, you walked side by side with your companions and lover. You stared at their face, even now they looked so beautiful.
Sure you didn’t care for them at first, but they were still with you… after all this. It would’ve been so easy to leave him behind for Cazador to consume him but they didn’t. They stayed and fought tooth and nail to save you, to help you achieve freedom.
You didn’t realize that you reached out for their hand until they looked at you, surprised. You were about to pull away until they gave you a gentle squeeze back.
Even though you were empty, even though you felt like the world had ended after all this… it felt reassuring. In a sense, your whole world did end. All those centuries of torment and the master that owned you was finally put to rest. All of it was in the past. Your lover’s hand reminded you that you did the right thing. That… you weren’t tied down to Cazador anymore.
You were finally free. And you didn’t want to lose this, you wouldn’t trade power for the one person who truly cared about you.
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The Lonely (Christina Perri)
Miguel X Reader
TW: drinking: getting drunk, implied smut, a lot of angst and sad feels
A/N: Y'all. the sad/angsty feels are wild rn. This can be read as a part two to Distance, or alone.
“2 a.m., where do I begin?
Crying off my face again”
The small pat of your bare footsteps against the hardwood floor of your apartment was barely audible as you snuck out of your own bedroom to your kitchen. Just a glass of water, that’s all you wanted, you told yourself.
Really, you needed a second to clear your head, to not have Miguel’s arm draped over your body and suffocating your mind. You’d been going crazy recently, and you could barely function without thinking about him constantly.
His beautiful presence was everywhere in your life. His scent was soaked into your sheets, his dominating personality was all anyone even spoke about in the Society, and when he wasn’t being spoken about or sleeping in your bed, he was buried deep within you and kissing the column of your throat.
As you sipped the cool liquid, your eyes closed and you felt yourself get completely overwhelmed. You were drowning in your love for Miguel O’Hara. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his shirt that you had claimed as pajamas for the night. Resting the cup down on the countertop, you tried to catch your breath in between quiet sobs, completely unaware of Miguel listening and feeling his heart break from the other room.
"The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed"
You slipped back under the covers and cuddled into him closer, but instead of holding you tight and refusing to let go like he normally did, he turned onto his other side and gave you his broad back. You didn’t think much of it, assuming he was still sound asleep, and tucked yourself into a comfortable position.
"I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well"
Miguel watched you become a stranger, pushing you away after that night. He distanced himself to avoid breaking your heart even more than he already had, not wanting to be the reason you cried anymore.
His chest felt like it would concave into itself if he spent one more day avoiding eye contact with you, one more day without holding those perfect hips and kissing those rosy cheeks. He felt like without you, he was dying, but he’d rather die than hurt you.
"Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?"
You were lost. Had you done something wrong? You almost always ended up having him follow you home and sleep over that night, sharing passion and fire with one another after a lost, frustrating day of saving the multiverse.
But recently, he’d completely ignored you. He’d barely grunt a hello at work, then not even answering your texts and finally giving you back the spare key you had given him when you started this unspoken arrangement. You found it in your locker during some basically training and working out, feeling as if you’d actually gotten sucker punched in the stomach at the very sight.
What had you done?
"I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again"
Days became weeks, and you began spiraling into curiosity. You’d asked Lyla what was going on with Miguel, and she always answered with a shrug.
But now she’d said something that made your skin crawl.
He was seeing someone.
And that’s how you ended up wondering your own apartment in sweat pants and a too-big band shirt. Hair a mess, mascara streaks down your face, you laid back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, feeling a numbness take presidency over your heart. The world felt cold to you, almost bitter as a tingle ran through your muscles. It was like you weren’t in your body anymore as you put pieces together.
You two weren’t together, he didn’t owe you anything and vice versa, but it would have been nice to hear it from him instead of his AI assistant.
"Too afraid to go inside
For the pain of one more loveless night"
This made you finally stop reporting to the Society, giving your watch to Ben and staying home. You abandoned your duties as Spider-woman, deciding to leave everything that reminded you of Miguel behind. There were plenty of other super heroes, they could handle it. You just wanted to float in space, not having to feel the emotions you have been stranded with.
"But the loneliness will stay with me
And hold me 'til I fall asleep"
More time passed as you refused to leave your apartment, hugging your knees as you shook from your sobs. You were heartbroken, your bedsheets still smelling like his cologne and musk. You couldn’t eat or sleep, you could barely shower, everything felt wrong.
"I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well"
One night, after doing your constant crying like you’d been doing for a few weeks now, you saw yourself in the mirror and actually jumped a little. You didn’t recognize yourself, dark bags under your red, glassy eyes, face completely chapped and flustered from crying so much, lips bitten and a little bloody from trying to stifle the painful whimpers.
You were a stranger to yourself now.
"Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?"
You began to start playing music as you cried, trying not to drown in your sorrows. One night, you’d decided to go out and try to be in the world again. At a bar, the jukebox played love songs over and over, prompting you to throw back many shots as you wanted to cloud the music from your ears. It was a terrible idea, you knew, but you couldn’t help it after how much you’d missed him.
This drunk state caused you to end up dancing alone at closing and being gently escorted out of the bar, then walking home. Entering your quaint little apartment was the saddest feeling you’d felt in a long time.
You’d been so heartbroken that you went out and got drunk by yourself. What had gotten into you? But the truth was, you didn’t completely mind because the alcohol made you at least think less.
"I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again"
Music flowed throughout your place as you found more comfort in a bottle of red wine. Spinning, you mumbled the words and took a large swig of the contents. A knock on your door made you wobble to answer it and swinging it open, you were greeted with a confused but familiar face.
The pregnant spider woman stood opposite from you. As you tilted your head and asked about her coming here, she just scanned you and understood your drunken state a bit more.
"Broken pieces of a barely breathing story"
Jess sat you down and tried taking the bottle from your grasp, but you were fast and chugged the rest of its liquid. Laying back on your couch, you stared at that same ceiling you’d gazed at after finding out the painful truth from Lula, your eyes filling once more and bursting out frantically. Jess’s hand rubbed your back as you babbled about your feelings, barely coherent as you drunkenly cried to her. The next morning was almost as painful as the previous night, as you tossed up the contents of your evening into your toilet while Jess held your hair. She clarified that everyone was worried about you, and that your presence was missed at the Society. You shook your head, saying you were no longer who you once were.
She left soon after, leaving behind a certain gizmo and asking you to rethink it.
"Where there once was love
Now there's only me and the lonely"
You played out in your bed, still breathing in the lingering smell of Miguel on your pillow, and crying once more. This time, though, you screamed out loudly and let yourself wail without holding anything back or numbing the pain. You clutched that pillow to your chest as you soaked it, black makeup rubbing into the material as you shoved your face into the cushion.
"Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again"
The lonesome nights were never the same, until a familiar tap at your window made you jerk up. You shifted, finally thinking you might have lost your mind and we’re hallucinating until you saw a shadow at your fire escape. Opening it up, you saw the hulking figure of the man you’d let in so many times before.
Your eyes scanned him over, and his did the same. You looked so tired, so drained, and he hated the sight of you this way. He climbed through your window and into your apartment, towering over you and watching you carefully, unsure of how you’ll react.
You let out a breathy whimper and he couldn’t control himself anymore, his arms reaching out and pulling you to him, practically crushing you into his chest as you let out the pain and cried without hesitation. Hearing your upset that he had caused by pushing you away, lying to Lyla and making you want to leave, he fell to his knees and buried his face into the soft plush of your tummy, your arms wrapping around his head and pulling him into you. He gripped your biceps and spoke with a shaky voice.
“I’m so sorry…”
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#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#miguel smut#angst#miguel o'hara angst#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara fluff#spiderman 2099
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So I’m rereading Red White and Royal Blue rn right as I should be in preparation for the movie to come out and like—
Idk why it’s JUST hitting me now that I’ll have to watch Alex and Henry be outed. On screen. Like, not in my imagination where I can blank out faces and ignore expressions they no doubt will have when I have to see two very talented actors play these scenes out from a script.
OW. THIS IS GONNA HURT LIKE HELL I JUST KNOW IT.
Cuz like when I watch Love Simon (which I’ve only done three times now because I can’t fucking stand that movie most days for how it butchered one of my favorite books ever (Simon VS the Homo SAPIENS Agenda; if you haven’t read it you should) but like I still watch it sometime cuz I think the actor for Simon did some scenes of the movie brilliantly and I love the Bram actor) I almost always have to pause and take a breath when Simon (SPOILERSSSSSSSSS) yells at Martin for outing him. Like, I don’t like that movie very much or even really at all, but that scene? Good lord. It ALWAYS gets me feeling that sick dread in my stomach, every fucking time. And I just KNOW RWARB movie will be the same way.
Idk if I’m ready for that to be honest.
Still anxious for the movie to come out tho cuz IK the rest of it will have me kicking my feet in happiness from seeing Alex and Henry come to life
I rlly need to stop posting rambles at like 3am when I am not coherent
#rwarb#rwrb#red white and royal blue movie#red white and royal blue book#red white and royal blue#firstprince#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor
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Harry was not sure when she started looking different in his eyes. Maybe since the very beginning. The way she answered back was unlike anyone he ever met after all. Maybe it was because of her childish behavior. Or the day they went together on a trip.
Or maybe it was since the angel came and tried to take her away from him. His possessiveness towards her took him by surprise. The bird couldn't be more happy about it of course, but somehow, he managed to shut it up.
Surely the stupid song she suggested was playing tricks on his mind. Because under the led lights, and with the moon behind them, something in the spring air made him realize her eyes were glimmering in a different way.
A strange feeling sank on his stomach while he held her in his arms and led her to the dance floor. Her shampoo reached his nostrils and made him hug her, she looked confused for a moment but returned the hug, all Harry wanted was for that moment to last forever but it was starting to get awkward. She was way more tiny than him but that didn't stopped him. Dancing was also not his best skill but she loved it so they there were, sharing their first dance together.
Once he finished hugging her, his companion looked like she was about to disappear in his arms, like some kind of twisted spell. And the worse thing was that he could not bring himself to say anything but his anxiety kept creeping in. Apparently his usually chatty friend was experiencing something similar because she didn't say a word. He felt his cheeks burning and had to step a bit to breathe leaving her in middle of the dance floor.
"What is this?" He didn't want to ruin something that was already perfect.
"Is it, really?" asked the bird on his phone like it could read his mind. He turned around but couldn't find her anywhere near him. A cold breeze went through the place and she appeared near him with beverages for him and herself.
"You looked like you needed sparkling water..." Said her, but the moonlight made her look lovely and there was no way she could do anything at the moment with her hands busy holding the drinks, so he looked at her for a good minute before he cursed under his breath and reached for her lips.
She shivered under him, but returned the kiss. And the night couldn't be more perfect now.
"No~" Said she, lightly pushing him away. He could see her heart breaking into tiny pieces. That damn angel was holding her captive in a mental prison. Unless he found it she would never be able to free her from it. She had been distant. Cold even. And Harry hated it. He wanted her back.
Harry woke up sweating and cursing the full moon again, because when he tried to reach for her, she was not there.
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N/A: Just something I created because my laptop is not working rn (updates and stuff) and I've been crying a lot after the angel appeared... seems like Harry truly doesn't like me.... even more, he hates me, according to the angel... I never really realized that one of my biggest fears is being hated by someone I like... no, I love, so much. I think I also owe a huge apology to whoever I have ever hurt with my words. If the pain you suffered it's similar to mine... I'm truly sorry. I'm in so much pain I cannot think properly so this has not been properly edited but I still hope you guys like it.
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Really vibing with the idea of drunken love confessions rn so following the prompt list from your asks, what about “I fell in love with you.” “No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor.” with whichever pair this sparks for you?
Hahaha I forgot about that!! This made me laugh! Here, have Cora and Matt Murdock for my Soulmates series.
He's been listening to her ramble for about thirty minutes now. It's cute, not that he'd admit that. Not that he needs to if she can hear his thoughts. Still, they've gotten into a bit of a groove, both of them are used to the presence of the other in their minds.
"Okay, so what if I..." There's a pause as she thinks. "What if I have him stabbed in the stomach? How long would that take for him to die?"
Matt slips in his surprise, crashing down and nearly falling off of a fire escape before he catches himself. Ow. Who put stairs here?
"Oh! Are you okay?" She asks in his mind. "I don't know what happened but that sounded like it hurt."
I'm fine, he tells her.
"Did you fall?" she asks. How is he supposed to say that she surprised him? That if he heard her correctly, that's a huge problem.
I fell in love with you, he quips back. He can practically hear her snort in disbelief.
"No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor."
He gives a small laugh before he forces himself up. It would have been worse if he had fallen into the dumpster. Again.
"Do you often fall into dumpsters?" he hears her ask. "Is that a thing? Do I need to start checking them?"
Only if I need to start checking the hospitals for abdominal stab victims.
"Please," he can practically hear her wave him off. "If I wanted to actually stab someone, I'd make sure they couldn't rat me out. That sounds way too messy anyway. There are better ways to get rid of someone."
God help him. His soulmate is a murderer, isn't she?
"Only in a literary sense..."
sleepover (insert whatever day)
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Weighed myself this morning and very surprisingly after all the eating I’ve been doing I’m only 150.8 :’)
Only 2lbs heavier than my lowest and yet 2lbs seems like so much 😔 really no complaints though. But I feel like my fat and loose skin is more noticeable, especially in my arms, back of thighs and stomach :(
I’m supposed to see the guy I’m “seeing” tomorrow and have a talk… so I’m trying to full clean my bedroom and do all of my self care things for hair and skin today since I got the day off of work for a rain day today lol. Plus I got my pay cheque and money that people have owed me and my prof contacted me about some awards I can apply for and she’d write a reference for AND I found a 4 leaf clover at work the other day too so I am really hoping that things are coming together finally 😔🙏
I’ve gained sooo much muscle though, it’s crazy. Like my thighs are rock solid lmfao. It just sucks because I literally *cant* starve myself or I’ll pass out at work, especially since I’ve picked up smoking again. Smoking somewhat helps curb my appetite but I’m at a point where even after I eat I’m already hearing my stomach growl for more, it’s insane lmfao. Plus I still haven’t been grocery shopping and my mom keeps ordering food or making food that I don’t eat and making a fuck ton of leftovers so my food insecurity doesn’t let it go to waste so I haven’t been eating right for so long :’) and my body hurts from working so I’ve needed to rest after work and haven’t been able to do workouts, and every time I do it makes me MORE hungry lol. Vicious cycle 😂
Idk. Idk what to do; I think I’m going to try and be gentle with myself and give my body another week or so to adjust to work conditions, and just work on portion control. I’m really hoping my weight will naturally go down on its own eventually, and then when I workout at home I’m going to focus just on certain problem areas since I’m moving my whole body at work. Hopefully that works. Plus I’m starting to take a multivitamin and I’m hoping that helps too. It’s really weird to be eating normally, even poorly sometimes, and still never leave the 150-155 zone, and somehow also not feel bad about that…? I don’t 100% love my body rn, but I feel happy and confident in it. The pandemic honestly really saved me and gave me the time to make my body into what I wanted it to be. I’m really grateful that I got my shit together and am able to maintain it; I don’t want to take this lightly and ruin what I gave myself.
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hello hello! I love your sheriff Hassan fics!!If you’re still taking requests could you write a sick day fic with hassan?? maybe something from before they’ve defined their relationship but still with a lot of fluff and cuddles (I may or may not be sick and hassan cuddles sound really great rn 🥺)Thanks so much!! ❤️
8:49AM (Sheriff Hassan x reader, Midnight Mass, 2021)
A/N: this took a turn but I tried my darndest!!!! I hope you like it.
He was expecting the arrangement to end at some point. You are the only thing he doesn’t dislike on this island, and it’s only fitting that another good thing leaves him.
Hassan grit his teeth as he stood on the porch of the general store. It was a chilly Sunday, the start of what he was sure would be a wet, miserable winter. You were nowhere in sight. 8:49AM, and you’d finally gotten bored of whatever you were doing with him.
Or you were hurt somewhere, and didn’t have a phone.
The tall man ran a hand over his beard, and decided he could stop by for a “wellness check”, at least you could dump him to his face.
God, what if you were fucking someone else? A brick made itself at home in Hassan’s stomach as he imagined pulling up by your little blue house and seeing another man leaving.
That jealous feeling over this scene was a little too much, so he pauses, and takes in the silence of his squad car. He lets himself think of your last meeting and the absolutely obscene sounds you’d made for him. Hassan knew, deep in his gut, that those noises were just for him. No other neck beard on the island could make you feel like he could.
He has to tell himself that at least.
Jealousy in this situation wouldn’t be fair. He had no claim to you, you didn’t owe him anything. That was one of the few rules the two of you had made. If he’d just waited a moment longer, Hassan would have had to let himself realize that he may not have a claim to you, but he wants to.
But Hassan doesn’t let himself indulge in that train of thought until he gets home later that night. As with most things these days.
The Sheriff waits a moment before he pulls up to the little blue house he’d been thinking a lot about lately. No man, or men were running out the front door, and it was just as quiet as when he was there that past Wednesday.
When he’d ruined your arrangement, and had you midweek. It was a risk but he missed you. It was so simple.
The boards creak underneath his feet as he steps up to your worn porch, beaten down from years of abuse from the ocean.
And he knocks lightly.
“It’s open.” He hears a faint voice, raspy, coming from somewhere in the house, soft, almost blending in with the waves. You.
Taking a breath, Hassan walks in through your front door. Last time he was there was in the middle of the night, and it’s difficult not to reminisce, but this was a wellness check. He’s a professional.
Turning the final corner, Hassan blinks as he finally finds you. Lovely, beautiful, you, an absolute mess.
You had spent that morning trying to figure out how it could feel as if your brain was trying to escape your
You were halfway out of your bed, the iron frame seeming a little more ominous with the shadows that the sun cast on the wall. Your hair is in knots, more than a few tissues have been used, and you want to throw a tantrum.
It’s Sunday. You just had to be sick on a Sunday.
“You alright?” Hassan asks, clearly knowing the answer
“No!” You snap, voice high and raspy.
“Oof.” Hassan blinks, as you point an annoyed finger at the Sheriff. It would have been nice if the last time he remembered you was Wednesday. Wednesday was a good night, he didn’t need to see you like this.
“Don’t come any closer, save yourself.” You cover your eyes with your wrist dramatically as Hassan kneels down by your bed. He ignores this, raising a hand to your cheek. The cool bite of his wedding ring doesn’t sting the way it usually does.
“Not feeling too good hm?” He questions in that low, patronizing tone that made you want to behave in a way you never had before.
“No.” You whine, soft eyes bleary and blinking.
“Yeah, you feel warm.” Hassan confirms, stroking your cheek gently. It’s an act of intimacy that felt foreign to the both of you. You resent not being in your right mind to appreciate the fact that he was here. But your brain is throbbing,
“I’ve just taken some Benadryl.” You declare to your bedroom, too loud. Hassan almost laughs.
“It’s 9am.” replies Hassan shortly, trying to seem stern. You’re clearly not well enough to be alone, how did he miss this?
“When I wake it’ll be nighttime.”
“I… I should…” He trails off, looking at his hands like they were foreign to him. In an act of bravery, you reach your hand up and take one of them.
Hassan can’t move for a moment.
“Stay?” You ask, putting on your softest expression you could muster, even though you couldn’t quite feel your face.
Hassan chuckles, “Okay.”
Your medicine starts to take its effect as the purple haze sets in over your body, pleasant warmth chasing away the dull throbbing of your head cold.
Hassan takes off his jacket, and his boots.
The bed dips from his weight, and the Sheriff of your little town, your ‘stress relief’ pulls you into him. He’s wanted to do it for some time, and it’s new. It feels strange, but he’s finally being brave. As brave as he could for a man who couldn’t ask a girl out.
Your body gets heavy as you give in to sleep, and Hassan keeps you safe on his chest. He doesn’t have anywhere to be for a while, and your breath is soft against his cheek. This was a wellness check. And he needs to make sure you’re well.
Your breathing evens out as rain starts to gently hit the cold windowpane. A cold glow hangs over the two of you, and for a moment, Crockett feels like home.
#sheriff hassan#sheriff hassan el shabazz#sheriff hassan x reader#rahul kohli#midnight mass#netflix#hassan el shabazz
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Hi, I can try to solve your "wanting to write a marvel fic" problem hehe
Can I request one for Pietro Maximoff x Reader?
Maybe one where (Y/n) is on a mission with the avengers (where Pietro is alive post AOU)
Idk whether you'd rather the reader has powers, or if they're more like black widow or tony stark - it's up to you!
But either way, (Y/n) gets bonked on the head (thinking of that B O N K meme rn) and accidentally sabotages the mission while they're slightly concussed and confused.
All the avengers are like "dang the heck why is (Y/n) messing it up", and then Pietro has to stop (Y/n) from being an idiot inadvertently.
I'm sorry if this is really strange haha I literally just made it up, I don't mind - make it any story as long as it's Pietro x Reader! That is, if you want to write it at all. No pressure, I don't mind at all. Thanks so much if you do decide to write 🥰💞🥰💞
UGH THANK YOU BABE i am obsessed with pietro so i will try not to disappoint
pairing: pietro maximoff x gn!reader
warnings: fighting and mentions of blood, and lots of cursing
also y/n has powers like mantis, empathy and telepathy
y/n sighed, brushing their hands off after putting another hydra agent to sleep. "some of these people really going through it.." they mumbled, stretching their arms up above their head. they took a look around them, the coast being sorta clear. "a break is in ord- JESUS FUCK- O-OW-" the coast was not clear.
a loud ringing noise was all the young hero could hear, black dots flooding their senses. 'am i on the ground? holy fucking shit, that..hurt.' they thought, face first on the ground.
they pushed themselves up, stumbling. "oww.." they whispered, turning around as slow as possible to barely see yet another hydra agent holding a bat.
"who brings a bat...to fight the avengers? are you dumb? that's stupid as fuck, coming from someone who just got the living shit knocked out of them. you are an idiot you know that? a dumbass. a fucking dumbass? why a bat?! did your boss think, 'this bitch is too stupid for a gun, i'll give them a bat' that's how dumb you are!"
the agent just stood there, absolutely stunned, raising the bat again.
"(y/n)? (y/n), what the hell are you doing?" tony's voice came through on the comm. they scoffed and took the device out of their ear, tossing it to the side before raising their fist.
"fight me loo..mm. looo....ummmm..loser, yeah fight me loser! ugh..no, nevermind, give me a second.." they leaned forward, the agent swerving and watching them fall on their face once again.
(y/n) whined, getting on all fours. "OH MY GOD WHAT'S THAT?! TONY STARK?!" they yelled pointing behind the agent. once the dumbass looked, (y/n) grabbed their ankle, pulling them harshly. "now sleep." they said angrily, collapsing back onto their stomach after their opponent passed out.
"alright, my turn for a well deserved nap, goddamn.."
meanwhile..
"where's (y/n)?" pietro asked on comms, standing around a pile of unconscious bodies. "dunno, they disconnected after cussing someone out." tony answered nonchalantly.
the white haired speedster sighed, wiping some sweat from his forehead. "they're not far from you, i think they're behind that DMV, i saw an agent go back there so be careful." wanda told him, she had seen the empath about 20 minutes ago.
pietro nodded, running to said location with a worried face and scrunched eyebrows. "love?" he called out in a thick accent, running to the two unconscious people on the ground, one mumbling. "(y/n)?" he asked gently, kneeling next to them. "you're bleeding, cmere.." he mumbled, picking them up.
"p-..mmm..pietro! my head hurts, idiot hit me with a..with a bat. i cant really see." they muttered, reaching around for his face.
he laughed, "youre fine dummy, stark'll fix you, lets go."
"i can feel your worry from here m..mister, calm down." they said quietly before fainting again.
after taking (y/n) to the quinjet, pietro refused to set them down until they got to the compound. wanda held in her laughs for her hopeless romantic brother.
he loved them so much, no matter how clumsy they were.
he sat by (y/n)'s side during every scan, even while helen wrapped their now tender head, bringing them water and food when he could.
"man, that bitch packed a serious swing." (y/n) grumbled, stirring their meds into a smoothie. "would you still like me with a dent in my head pietro?" they asked with puppy eyes, the other young hero sitting on their pillow covered bed.
"of course love." he smiled, kissing the top of their head.
"ow be careful-"
a/n: the end lol, sorry it was 90% reader being dumb and like 10% pietro lmao also sorry i twisted the og request a bit, i kind of started improvising but i hope you liked it!
#pietro x reader#pietro maximoff x reader#mcu#avengers x reader#marvel#pietro#gender neautral#wanda maximoff#x reader#pietro x yn#avengers x yn#avengers x gender neutral reader
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Yes boss!
Headcanon
Normal day for them to flirt to their superior
A/N: ah it’s been awhile, i just noticed that my story about you being yamaguchi’s twin is still in my drafts hahahahaha.
Oikawa tooru
He didn’t expect that their temporary coach was someone HOT not that he doesn’t see any attractive people who coaches volleyball it’s just that it was shocking he expected someone who’s a bit old around their 50’s kindof guy, but you look like you both are in the same age
It’s been awhile since he met someone who was his type, unfortunately you’re his coach.
Let’s just say your filling in the spot of your uncle after he accidentally injured himself and have to rest for 6 months.
Good thing you’ve got alot of experience of coaching from little kids to college students.
BUT WE’RE TALKING ABOUT THE NATIONAL TEAM HERE
Pressure was already tough, stress was literally your second self now unfortunately it became worse.
“Oh good morning coach you look lovely today, you’re putting some models to shame”
“Save your sugary words for the ladies outside oikawa, ok guys warm up!”
One of your players who’s name was Oikawa tooru likes to flirt with you.
Whenever he has the chance he’ll take it and throws a cheesy pick up lines or lame puns.
“Ah it’s so good to have a sunshine who can light up my world thank you coach”
“Thank the sun Oikawa not me”
“But you are my sun”
“No I’m your COACH”
Honestly you’re not interested to get into relationship as this was one of your biggest gig, you can’t just blatantly flirt with your player.
I repeat YOUR PLAYER
But you can’t hide the fact that he is kinda cute when he’s trying to get your attention.
“What’s this?”
“My love~”
“.....”
“Ok ok can you do my bandage?”
“Why don’t you ask—“
“Look their busy doing the others bandages”
“Then wait”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how?”
“Of course i know how idiot”
“Great then! It’s all yours”
He’ll just look at you with soft eyes as you were doing his bandages with a serious look.
You just look so cute
When you’re already done doing his bandages he’ll take your hands and place a soft kiss, which boi caught you off guard.
“Thanks coach, let’s do our best today again”
Maybe liking him won’t hurt right?
Kuroo tetsurou
Your schedule was a normal schedule for a working adult
Wake up, go to work, finish your task then go home.
It’s a cycle that you’re used to. Not until you got a new employee.
He was a hard working guy, never really bothered you and doing all of his work done and on time.
Not until he marked you as HIS.
“Hey boss~ got you some coffee”
“Oh, thanks....is this?”
“I made it my self it’s my own blend”
“Really?”
“Yeah really, it’s nothing special really just a little bit of love potion that i got in the corner of the streets”
You would immediately spit it out, though it was so good
“ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT IF THAT WASN’T A ‘POTION’ WHA—“
“I’m joking I’m joking I’m sorry I didn’t mean it,but I’m serious about it being my own blend”
He would be so sly about flirting with you that you can’t do anything about it.
“What?”
“Whoah easy now tiger I’m just here to tell you that hinata shoyo agreed”
“REALLY?”
“Yeah can i have a kiss now? I think i deserve an reward”
“Your ‘reward’ will be in your paycheck kuroo”
He seemed to be one of your best employees and it would be a shame if you put him in another division.
It’s not like you hate his flirting tho, but you just wanted to be professional that’s all.
“So it’s bring your kids to work day and since i don’t have kid i brought our children instead!”
“Our?”
“Yes our”
You’re so used to this you didn’t even bother to argue with him, he would just dodge it and get back to you 2x
“Tadaaa~”
He would show you a basket with a persian cat and a saimes cat sleeping.
“OMYGOSH THEY’RE ADORABLE”
“You’re adorable”
“I didn’t know you were a cat person kuroo, you don’t seem like it”
“Really? Um boss question”
“Yeah?”
“Do i really don’t look like a cat person?”
“No”
“But I’m pretty obvious that i like you right?”
“Wha-?!”
He just straight up confessed his sin to you in the OFFICE, your co workers who heard all of it started to “oooohhh”
“How bold kuroo-san”
“Just straight up confessing hahahaha”
You cheeks will immediately burn from his sudden confession. Grabbing the basket you turn around.
“Yes, yes it is kuroo and what about it?”
“Nothing just making sure that you know you’re loved”
That’s where you immediately started to combust, you can’t face him with a very red face.
It would be embarrassing. Head down you gave him the basket back.
“I swear to God kuroo if you continued doing this a little more push and i might fall inlove with you”
You whispered to yourself, which you thought only you can hear it.
“What’s stopping you then?”
You really can’t take it anymore and stomped all the way to your office.
“YOU AND YOUR SUPER HEARING IS SUPER ANNOYING”
“I DONT THINK YOU HATE IT THO~”
You’re falling for your employee named kuroo and you can’t help it.
Yamaguchi Tadashi
Well you were appointed to a new department
It was all good, you got good workers who actually do their jobs and a cute employee who basically lowkey flirts with you.
It wasn’t the first time someone is flirting with you at work but it was the first time where it wasn’t very...
Forceful, and it was super sweet.
Yamaguchi cannot straight up flirt with you like kuroo because you’re his boss. He respects that.
So he would do it in a subliminal way. Like he would volunteer to buy you coffee and when he gets back it’s not just your coffee but it was with a tiny little trinkets.
Like cute stickers, a candy, a flower, a note saying “let’s do our best today” “have a smile sunshine” “you can do this boss!”
To be honest you’ll just find yourself having a shit tons of butterflies in your stomach early in the morning.
He would also bake something for you, but also gets all embarrassed and started to bake for the whole team.
Like he would bake some cookies and give it to your department just 3 cookies per pack but when he gives one to you he will give you a dozen and with a cute little heart on the ribbon.
Or when he would give you his papers he would sneak a little motivation note for you, or a poem he made himself.
You never really got the chance to tease him back as he immediately shys away from you.
Well heavens wants you now.
It was a rainy night, your dumbass forgot to check the weather today so you didn’t have any umbrella with you.
Your friend already went to her date, so you got no choice but to wait until it stops.
“Boss?”
“Oh yamaguchi good work today”
“Ah y-you too, I’m sorry but what are you doing out here?”
“Well i forgot to check the weather today so I don’t have an umbrella with me”
“Um if you don’t mind you can share with me”
You would just look at his face, which reminded you of a strawberry which is fucking cute btw
“Sure why not”
As you two were walking towards the station he would be so stiff that you immediately noticed when you went besides him.
His shoulder was wet as he was trying to cover you from the rain.
“Hey yamaguchi scoot closer you’re getting wet”
“A-ah y-y-yes”
You would pull him closer only for him to get even redder.
As you two arrived at your stop which was the train station. You’ll instantly shot him a smile, the smile he really loves.
“Thanks yamaguchi i owe you one”
“It’s nothing boss”
“Oh you know what i can pay up right now”
“P-pay up? But the pay day is—“
You cut him off as you kissed his cheeks. It took awhile before it sink in yamaguchi’s mind that you’re kissing him rn
“There i don’t owe you one now we’re quits, see you tomorrow”
You would wink and left the blushing boy.
Flirting back might change some things a little.
Sugawara Koushi
You never thought you’d be a principal at a elementary school.
It’s not like you hate it though, you’ve been always so fond of kids. Your kids at school are so very sweet and respectful as they always greet you whenever you’re around.
You got the nickname “pretty sensei” to the younger kids as you often play with them whenever you got time. Though you weren’t a teacher there but you don’t mind them calling you sensei
A new teacher was assigned at your favorite class, which you weren’t aware since you’ve been too busy with some other stuffs.
As you visit your favorite class per usual you met the new teacher which was sugawara koushi.
“Sensei sensei! This is our pretty sensei!”
“They always plays with us”
“And they’re very nice too!”
Sugawara was aware that you were the principal and you told him it’s fine that the kids calls you sensei. It’s cute
Sugawara know that their principal was good looking but that won’t give any justice to what he was seeing right now.
You look so pretty and gentle as the kids surrounds you, laughing and running with them.
He can watch this forever.
Later that day when you already left sugawara confessed to his kids.
“I like pretty sensei but I’m too shy can you guys help me get pretty sensei’s heart?”
Well a few of them cried as they misunderstood the “get pretty sensei’s heart” but that was fixed.
The kids helped their sensei courting you. Like handing you flowers or heart shaped paper with “pretty sensei x suga sensei”
There are also times where the kids wanted to play house and asked you to be the parents.
“Looks like we have a big family huh?”
“Yeah hahahaha”
This always happens that you’re already used to it. How sugawara calls you honey just to tease you or how you would help sugawara put the kids to bed.
The girls decided that they want to play wedding and wanted to be the flower girls and bridesmaids.
“Really?”
“Yep, you and suga sensei will get married”
You blushed when she said that. Ok maybe you do have a little crush on the teacher so what?
“M-marry?”
“That’s a great idea! Pretty sensei you don’t mind do you?”
Sugawara pops up besides you agreeing with the wedding game.
“Huh? Y-yeah sure it’s just a game so why not”
The game already started and the girls have their own pretty little flower crowns as they just throw some colored papers.
One of the kids decided to be the priest tho he didn’t know what to do and just asked.
“Suga sensei do you accept pretty sensei?”
Sugawara would hold your hand and just looked at you with a soft expression.
“I do”
“Pretty sensei do you accept suga sensei?”
It’s just a game why am i blushing?!
“I do”
“Um suga sensei do you like pretty sensei”
You don’t know why but your heart skipped a beat as you anticipated his answer, you don’t know why you’re so curious but...
Sugawara just laughed and smiled.
“Yes i do like pretty sensei”
The girls immediately squealed and asked “really??”
Still looking at you sugawara squeezes your hand.
“Yes really”
“Then you may kiss pretty sensei”
“K-kiss?”
“Hahaha it’s fine don’t worry”
Sugawara gave you a soft kiss on your forehead which made you redder than anything.
“Pretty sensei is red!!”
“Sensei are you sick?! Are you ok?!”
“I-i’m fine”
“Suga sensei! Pretty sensei is sick!!”
“Don’t worry pretty sensei is fine”
After school sugawara immediately would apologize about what happened.
“Please don’t stop visiting the kids”
“Why do you think i would?”
“Because of what happened?”
You would just laughed at him.
“Of course i won’t and besides...”
“???”
You raised your hand with a flower ring that was made by the children.
“We’re a big family aren’t we?”
Now it was sugawara’s turn to be red
#haikyuu oneshot#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu smau#fluff#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#oikawa#sugawara#kuroo#yamaguchi#haikyuu hc#headcanon#haikyuu headcanon#haikyuu timeskip
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reincarnation
— Five chances to fall in love. Five reincarnations to find the person you’re destined to be with. It just so happens that in each life you keep meeting a man with brown hair and a sweet involvement of primroses —
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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader
warnings: soulmate au!, reincarnation au!, royalty au!, fake dating au!, college au!, villain!kaibara au!, fluff, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption
word count: 11,820
a/n: this is for the bnharem flower server collab!!!! check out the masterlist here, its pretty dope as fuck!!!! also I know dat none yall know who he is because we sleep on class 1-b, but i worked so hard on this and I wrote it in a single day, and its 4 am rn and im exhausted so pretty please help a girl out and just read it ;-; I also tried out a new... voice??? idk how to even explain dis, but yes huzzah!!!! kaibara sen rights!!!!
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The world is a fantastic place.
And to my beautiful reader, know that this is a world where soulmates exist. A world where someone is created flawlessly for you is someone who holds you to the highest symbol, who carries you through the most significant highs and lowest lows without a whine or grievance.
A soulmate is destined to be yours, but sadly they are hidden within the world.
My dearest reader, you only have five chances to figure out who your soulmate is. Five reincarnations to figure out who the one who is meant for you. Lucky for most humans, soulmates are found within the first two reincarnation cycles but heed this warning.
At the end of you and your soulmates twenty-first year, you must find each other and fall in love. Should you fail to find and love your soulmate, you’re put into another reincarnation to try again. Each attempt is marked on your wrist, a Roman numeral to indicate whether you have succeeded or failed. You will carry the rest of that reincarnation unable to ever see your soulmate ever again, but when the tattoo changes colors, you know the person you love is the one for you.
Good luck, my dearest reader, this is a challenging journey, but I know that you will do well.
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“It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone on their first reincarnation!”
Your eyes looked up to the handmaiden, who was currently helping you dress for the ball tonight. You were to wear a heavy dress of silks and satin sitting prettily on your body, the detail exquisite, the meaning behind each embroidered flower astonishing.
You knew that the importance of your appearance was paramount as the daughter of a duke and duchess. You could very much be a future Queen consort considering that the royal families were dried of ladies. This was to be a ball in your name, a moment for courting, and arrangements to be made.
At the age of eighteen, it was much later than other people would have expected it to be, after all, most balls such as these were to be done in the sixteenth year, definitely not the eighteenth. Two years truly made a difference.
But to your parent’s advantage, it would mean that by tonight you would most likely be engaged to some man you had been educated on years before.
Glancing down at the small Roman Numeral I on your wrist, you smiled, nodding your head. Around this area of the world, most people already seemed to be on their second and third reincarnation. For all that was good, your parents themselves were on their third and second reincarnation. They weren’t soulmates but figured a life of leisure and power was better than a life of love since they had more chances.
“I know that I am the only one on my first reincarnation cycle around here,” you sighed, your manicured finger tracing the innard of your wrist. The red ink was strong against your skin, so strongly procuring against your skin, a statement of your isolation from your soulmate.
Long ago, you had learned about soulmates, you remembered the warm light that held you in your earliest memories that explained the concept, and you further learned more as you grew. A near 75% of the population encountered and fell in love with their soulmate on their first reincarnation. Of course, once you fell in love and lived happily ever after, that was it for you, or so that’s what everyone claimed as there had been no true love gold ink gracing anyone’s wrists on their second or so on reincarnation.
You were a bit of a romantic, keening in the thought of having someone perfect for you. Inexplicably yours, impossibly perfect for you.
You often wondered if you had already met your soulmate, but the barring symbol of no one else having a roman numeral one on their wrists made you realize it was no one you already knew.
“Mrs. Lane?” you spoke, your fingers twisting into the silk undergarments you wore.
Your hair was done already, the makeup sitting beautifully on your skin. But there was an undeniable fear in your eyes when you brushed over the mirror before you.
“Yes, Your Grace?”
“Have you met your soulmate already?” you asked, your stomach twisting in the thought of what may happen tonight. Could you really handle maybe passing a handsome gentleman or a beautiful woman with a Roman numeral one on their wrist and resist not immediately believing it was your soulmate?
“I have,” she nodded, exposing her slender wrist to you, the gold Roman Numeral II shining beautifully in your gaze. “He works in the palace, actually. Why do you ask, Your Grace?”
A soft smile graced your face at the sight of the golden ink. For too long, you had only seen it within your literature. Never once having been exposed to it in your world that was heavily plagued with those who cared more about politics than love.
“It just occurred to me that I had never once asked if you had,” you smiled, your fingers letting go of your tightly held undergarments. “But let us carry on, my guests should be expecting me soon.”
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Balls were glamorous and needless to say, quite fun.
The music was lively, the food was exquisite, and the people were merry and handsome as they danced around the floor. Most balls you attend always leave you rosy-cheeked with both alcohol in your blood and from the rounds of dancing you would participate in, but tonight was different.
Your cheeks were rosy with exhaustion, hours of being twirled along the dancefloor, terribly bleak conversations going on between you and a hopeful courter, and the refusal of alcohol from your parent’s behalf. They wouldn’t have you messing up their only chance of seeing you married to the Prince, who was duller than a rock.
Your feet hurt with the unforgiving throb of the tight heels you had to wear, and in this moment of peace, you wanted to cry when you watched two men come to approach the table where you sat between your parents.
“Your Grace,” the older man bowed lowly, his most likely son bowing as well.
“Duke Kaibara, what do we owe this pleasure?” your father spoke clearly and eloquently, the smile on his face charming, but you knew better.
He didn’t want a marriage of equal status — especially not when the Kaibara family was known for their war abilities, which were meaningless in a time of peace.
“My son wishes to have a dance with your own daughter,” Duke Kaibara spoke with a transparent lie painted on his face.
Attempting not to scoff, you glanced over at the man who stood beside the Duke.
He was reasonably tall, his stature befitting of someone of his class and quite honestly much better than the Royal Highness himself. Unruly dark brown hair that you could tell immediately had his servants in a craze to put into the slicked-back style it was attempted to be in, the few strands falling into his eyes, making him more comfortable to look at. His eyes were as black as midnight, shining bleakly yet with stern sharpness to it that had you questioning his stoic aura.
The black of his suit was also adorned with pops of gold and royal blue, definitely a commander.
“Y/n would love to accompany him for a dance,” your mother spoke, her hand pressing against the back of your dress, lifting you up to stand before you could even think of protesting.
“I’m glad,” the Duke laughed heartily, and you sighed quietly.
With your hand pressing into his own, both of you walked in silence to the dance floor.
The song began, one that involved more one on one time and less prancing with everyone on the dancefloor, and you were unsure whether you appreciated that at all. On the one hand, it would have saved you the horror of having his smoldering eyes everywhere on you, but it also meant you two could waltz around without a care.
“I don’t care to marry you,” he spoke suddenly, catching you off guard immediately. “As a matter of fact, I had no desire to come to your ball.”
“Well, that’s a bit rude to say,” you splutter, your fingers digging into his shoulder while you nearly stumbled in your box step. “There was no need to tell me that!”
“My father thinks that because we are both in our first reincarnation, it will give some leeway into having our union, but he is too much of a romantic.”
“And just who are you exactly, Your Grace? I know of your surname, but if you are going to be speaking to me so brashly, I have the right to your birth name.”
As the two of you spun against the floor, the throb in your feet ignored; his eyes came down to meet yours in a piercing gaze. Was he shocked by your lack of submission?
“Sen,” he spoke, his lips pursing. “Sen of House Kaibara.”
“Well, Sen, you are incredibly rude!” you flustered, smoothly moving with him with the sudden pick up of speed in the music. “Even if you are not here for my hand, the least you could do is pretend!”
“You looked like someone who appreciated honesty, Your Grace,” there’s a glint in his eyes. Something you can’t quite pin or understand, but it sends your stomach into a loop at the way his lip quirks with his words, and how his eyes narrow almost as if in teasing.
“Oh, I definitely am, but even that was too honest for our first conversation,” you bite back, your long ruined lipstick-stained lips pulling into a smile. “Have you never been around a lady before? You should really be paying attention to your etiquette classes, Sen.”
“Are you really lecturing me on my etiquette while calling me Sen?” he asked, his jaw-dropping just the slightest in disbelief, using a heavy hand on your waist to pull you in and twirl you out of the way of a drunken pair of dancers. “I think it might be you who needs to be paying attention, Your Grace. Especially if you are defying my every word and not turning into a submissive rock at my commands.”
“It is a woman’s job to make sure a man knows their place,” you snickered, twirling with the beat of the song. “I am simply doing that.”
Kaibara’s mouth opened, words almost daring to pour out, but alas, the song was over.
The two of you parted, bowing to one another while the other dancers did the same while everyone cheered and rejoiced in their ability to dance to this song.
“Would you like to go on a walk with me?” Kaibara asked, his hand reaching out towards you.
“I don’t care to walk with you,” you breezed, quickly repeating his first words to you ever. “But I assume it will be better than returning to the table to be sold off.”
Although Kaibara’s stoic face had long remelted over his face, you couldn’t deny the glint of amusement in his eyes at your words. With yet another outstretched hand, you took it, and off the two of you went. Away from the party and into the cold night.
The both of you wandered aimlessly through the gardens of your estate, the hedge labyrinth being something you went through with him under his predictions as you already knew the answer to this puzzle.
You felt at ease with Kaibara, the initial belligerence of his personality seemingly disappearing the more you talked with him. He was still quite aggressive, his words clear, loud, and intentional with each speech he made. But you found yourself enjoying it more and more, especially after the two of you bonded over the spinning fountain in the royal palace.
“Do you like flowers?” he asked when the two of you sat against a stone bench.
“Depends,” you hum, placing a finger on your chin. “I am less than thrilled with flowers with thorns. Do you have any idea how many idiot men have given my flowers with thorns in them?”
“I will assume a lot?”
“Three! That is three too many!”
Kaibara laughed merrily, his hand running through his gelled unruly hair, while his head dipped back to stare at the sky.
“I’ve only gifted someone a flower once, and I did not go according to plan.”
Your eyebrows scrunched, you studied the man who stared up at the sky in a way that looked like he would fight the gods themselves should they appear. The soft glow of the halls barely reached this side of the garden, but with the help of the heavenly moon, you saw him clearly. He was a stranger, you knew that, but there was something about him that called for you, pleading you to learn more about him — everything about him.
“What was the plan?” you asked softly, your bare foot hitting his leather-clad shoe with a pointed toe. He had helped you take off your shoes the moment you entered the garden.
“Well, we were the same age, as you and I are,” Kaibara nodded, his hands pressing to the bench behind him as he shifted his weight to lean on his hands. “As I spoke earlier, my dad was a romantic, and embarrassingly enough, I was too at one point…”
He trailed off, and your head tilted, you felt like you knew where he was going with this.
“I offered the girl I loved a red rose, but she told me that we would be wrong together. She was on her second incarnation, and I was on my first, so there was no way we could be destined for one another,” Kaibara confessed, his tongue wetting his lips while he shrugged.
“That is quite unfortunate,” you frown, your gaze dropping to your hands.
“It was.”
The two of you fell into a tense silence, your mind unable to procure any form of thought to ease the tension between the two of you. But you looked up and saw a bush of white primroses before you. With a surge of confidence, you stood up and took a single primrose from the bush. Returning to Kaibara’s side, you placed the primrose in his hands.
“You may not appreciate this primrose, but our estate is known for the primrose, it's a trademark of my family. You may not have found your soulmate yet, Your Grace, but when you do, they will be amazed to call you theirs.”
Kaibara’s hold on the white flower was delicate, his fingers twirling the stem between his fingers while he sat there. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he nodded, his eyes warming up while he locked eyes on you.
“You’re a bit weird, you know that y/n.”
“Only those I trust know that,” you winked, further delighting in the way that a crooked grin sat on his face.
Unfortunately for you after that night, you would never have one like that again. The arrangement to marry His Royal Highness was set, and you would never see Kaibara again after your wedlock to the Prince that happened on your twenty-first year alive — not that the two of you realized that.
You long after passed away.
You lived a happy life, a full life, but the thoughts of his Grace Duke Kaibara Sen always plagued your mind no matter what you did. How you wished that he was to be reborn too so that you could possibly meet him once again.
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“Sen, leave my primroses alone!”
“I just can’t believe you still have these?!”
Your face was abnormally warm while you stared at your childhood friend Kaibara who was currently walking around your entire room, deliberately, and horribly going through your personal belongings. He was in workout clothes, black gym shorts, and a grey t-shirt under a yellow windbreaker; the sight of him so comfortable in your room made you a bit more embarrassed.
The two of you had been friends for forever! Your parents were best friends and soulmates, so they figured that both of you would be soulmates. While it had been a cute and innocent thought when the two of you were young, it wasn’t so nice with the two of you nearing twenty-one and with no actual relationship in sight. How your parents found each other on their first attempt was beyond you, especially since you had the exact ii marked on your wrist.
But the worst part of your parents trying to convince both of you that you were soulmates was the thought that the two of you had once sort of dated. It had happened in secret, after all, both of you agreed should your parents find out it would equate to some block party celebration — which both of you didn’t want.
Still, the two of you were only sixteen when it happened, and while it could have happened that the two of you were meant for one another considering, you shared the same birth year and were on the exact reincarnation it didn’t work out. You loved Kaibara, you indeed did, but the romantic feelings between the two of you quickly burned out. Thankfully, it hadn’t made anything genuinely awkward between the two of you, and your parents never knew!
Win-win!
But the first memory you ever had of Kaibara and you, it involved a primrose. It was spring, and he had found a bush full of them, and with his chubby baby hands, he had picked them out for you and gave it to you. You had loved it, and it seemed to become an unspoken tradition between you and him.
Every significant moment between your lives, he would always give you a primrose, even when they were out of season.
The last time he had given you a primrose was when both of you graduated high school and went onto college. He had gone to a different one from you, and it was like facing death itself when you no longer saw him in your classes. Nowadays, the two of you only saw each other during breaks and the occasional facetime.
So in the middle of summer break, he was over in your room after a run — judging everything you were saving apparently.
“I should destroy these flowers; they’re not supposed to be kept like this,” Kaibara sighed, the stems of the dried and pressed flowers so brittle between his fingers. He looked back down at the box he had found, his free hand stretching out towards your storming figure to keep you at bay. “Damn, y/l/n, did you really keep every single primrose I ever gave you?!”
“It’s sentimental, asshole!” you cried in embarrassment, your hands trying to grab the box that indeed held every primrose he had given you with a tag that had the day you got it and why.
“How have I known you my entire life and still not know this about you?” Kaibara grinned, his knees bent, and ass jutting out to keep you from nearing too close.
“I’m going to kill you!” you sobbed, your fists beating into his back while he simply continued on.
“I haven’t seen you face to face in months, and you’re going to kill me? You’re sort of the worst best friend ever,” Kaibara admitted, finally relenting and letting go of the box and leaving your possessions alone.
You quickly covered the box, grateful that he hadn’t destroyed anything, and sighed when you put the box back in your bookshelf. Out of sight, out of mind for now.
“I do have a favor to ask of you,” Kaibara admits, your bed groaning quietly under his weight while he sat on your bed. Your face immediately questioned his motives; you knew your best friend probably better than he knew himself, and you knew that there was no bliss in having him say those words to you. All your life, his favors had nearly landed you in the hospital after all.
“And what favor is this?” you asked, your arms crossing while you looked at him with your eyebrow raised. “Am I going to have to go egg your highschool rivals' house again? Oh! Am I going to tell your girlfriend to not be intimidated by me anymore?”
Kaibara’s grin melted away, a stoic and unnerved face glaring back at you. Being best friends with someone like him was not a good thing at times like this, it seemed.
“Then I’ll go ask Ami for help then,” he spoke without a hint of mercy, his hands pressing onto his lap to stand up.
“Wait, no, Sen! I was joking! Please don’t do this to me!” you whined, shoving him back down onto his bed so that he was sitting there with a still expressionless face, but his eyes gave him away. “Anyone but stupid, Ami!”
“Well, if you don’t want to help me, I’m not going to waste my time trying to convince you,” he pointed out with a slow blink.
How he got under your nerves sometimes.
“What do you want then?” you grumble, sitting down on the bed beside him, your arms folded and a pout on your lips.
“I need you to be my date on top of pretending to be my girlfriend,” Kaibara replied immediately, his eyes resting on you with ease and grace. You looked ready to question everything he was saying, so he moved on to explain. “My parents were invited to a wedding, and I need to win a bet.”
“What kind of fucking bets are you making that it involves having a girlfriend? I thought you were anti-soulmates?” you question, your gaze unamused while your dark-haired friend raked his fingers through his spiky hair.
“Okay, first of all, I just found your creepy primrose collection, so I know you’re still in love with me, but I’m going to need you to back off —” he dodged a punch you aimed for his shoulder— “But the bet was made because no one thought I could get a girl like you.”
“You can’t get a girl like me.”
“I already have, hello?”
You grinned at his look of discontent at your statement, but you finally sighed, your head coming to lean on his shoulder. You smiled, feeling his head resting upon yours, and a silent agreement was exchanged through this pose.
“When’s the wedding?” you ask, your eyes closing at the gentle rolling heat emitting from his body.
“This Friday.”
“The theme?”
“Summer? I don’t fucking know.”
“How long have we been dating?”
“Seven months.”
“Oh, so detailed,” you softly sigh, eventually laughing when his fingers twisted the skin on your shoulder. “Do you still kiss like a twelve-year-old boy?”
“No,” he groaned, his hand covering his face. “We shouldn’t have to kiss anyways.”
You laugh more, your shoulder pressing into his a few times while you bite your lower lip, “I’m just making sure we cover all the bases.”
“Yeah sure,” he sighed, holding your hand in his. “Thank you for agreeing.”
“I’m going to look hot as fuck, and I expect to make sure that everyone at this wedding is starstruck by me.”
“I’m sure they will be.”
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The apples of your cheeks burned from all the fake smiling you had done while exchanging hellos with the other guests you had never seen in your life at this wedding. It was the wedding for Kaibara’s boss, which explained why your parents were not here today — most parties had both your families in attendance after all.
“When Sen told us that the two of you were finally dating, I think I actually cried,” his mother told you, her hands grabbing yours when you sat beside her. As part of the favor, Kaibara had asked you to run most of the crowd control just because he was horrible at keeping things… not hostile. “Your parents told me that they didn’t know either!”
You laughed, your gaze flashing over to Kaibara, who was in the middle of a conversation with the guests who were sitting at his left. A coworker, it seemed, and if you knew any better, a coworker he liked just based on his body language.
“Yeah, it just sorta happened over a call?” you squawk unsure of how to handle this best. “I guess it helped that we’ve known each other for so long!”
She nodded her head, her eyes swimming with mirth and love while she sighed happily.
“I can’t wait until it’s your wedding with Kaibara!”
With a nod of agreement, you were almost too excited when plates of food were distributed to you all. For the remainder of the dinner, you and Kaibara put up a solid front, the both of you falling into old habits of once being lovers to pull off this scam. It was the gentle whispers between the two of you, the silent exchanges, and the physical actions of your relationship that seemed to tie the story together.
“Y/n?” Kaibara’s female coworker spoke to you in the middle of a joking argument between you and Kaibara. You paused mid-rant, your head dipping towards the table so you could see her past Kaibara’s chest.
“Yes?”
“Do you mind coming to grab some dessert?”
With no reason to say no, you nodded your head, a smile gracing your figure.
The two of you went over to the esteemed dessert table. Piles upon piles of sweets and goodies sat on the table that called your name while you skimmed around with his coworker.
“I’m Kimi, by the way,” she introduced herself when you zeroed in on a brownie.
“Nice to meet you!” you smiled, the name further confirming the fact that she was the one that Kaibara liked.
“Likewise,” she smiled, bringing a Rice Krispy treat to her plate. “Um, Sen told me about the bet, I know that it’s all fake.”
Your eyebrows raised, you hadn’t known that much.
“Don’t worry! I’m not spilling! This is a bet against Tsurabara, and I want him to lose anyways,” she quickly interrupted, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. “You two looked ready to start a big fight, so I thought it was best to get you out.”
A burst of soft laughter bubbled in your throat while you nodded, “Oh yeah, it’s okay! I’ve known Kaibara since we were in our mom’s bellies, this isn’t anything!”
Kimi’s eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes casting to the side in some sort of inferior action that you knew almost too well as the best friend of a handsome boy. “He likes you too,” you whispered, winking at her before walking back to the table to provide your fake-boyfriend and his parents with their favorite desserts.
But as you returned to the table, you were stopped when Kaibara stood up, his face set in a soft scowl, and his stare a mile away.
“Please go and dance with our son, y/n!” his father asked with sincere hope in his voice. “The two of you have been entertaining us this entire time, please go have fun!”
You wanted to say that it was fine, but it seemed in the three minutes that you had gone, Kaibara had been made to do this. He grabbed the plate of desserts in your hand, dropping them onto the table and led you out to the dance floor where everyone was gathered.
And as a slow dance came through, a weird sense of deja vu overcame you when he held you close.
“I haven’t danced with you in years,” you mused when your wrists rested onto his shoulders, his hands warm on your waist.
“And that’s my fault?” Kaibara asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement and annoyance.
“For sure,” you sighed your gaze stubbornly on his. “If you didn’t let me go to all those high school dances with a date that wasn’t you, I wouldn’t have this problem.”
“You’re a brat, you know that?”
“You say brat, but I prefer the term… aware of my worth.”
“You’re as equal in value as my pinky toe is.”
And even though there was never an awkward moment in your relationship with Kaibara, there was this melting that occurred between the two of you. Something invisible that melted away between the two of you while you swayed side to side while in his arms. Your head rested on his shoulder, and he lay on your head. A peaceful silence while you danced in time, a perfect movement between the two of you while the music seemed to fade away.
“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” he whispered in your left ear.
There was a weird yet pleasurable shiver that traveled down your spine with his hot breath against your ear. You liked it, but that still didn’t stop the twist in your stomach when you pulled away. His eyes were dark and serious, so very much Kaibara Sen it seemed.
“Okay.”
His lips met yours in a soft embrace. The smoothness of his lips softly parted between yours, dancing in different ways from your swaying bodies, and much more fulfilling than any other kiss you had ever shared with him before. Your fingers locked in the back of his hair, and he drew shapes into your back.
Kiss after kiss was exchanged between the two of you on this dance floor, each sequential kiss blazing your heart brighter and brighter until you realized that your heart was hammering disgustingly loud in your ears when he finally pulled away for the last time. You didn’t think that this favor would have landed you in the hospital, but with the way your heart failed to stop drumming violently throughout your body after the many kisses the two of you shared that day, it was hard to say that he didn’t.
But after that day, you came to realize that you still liked Kaibara, but he didn’t feel the same way. You cut off contact with him when he started dating Kimi, and the two of you last saw each other Christmas on your twenty-first year alive. He was happy and in love, and you quietly sat with your head in the storm clouds.
After that… you never saw him again, which made you think that made your parents have been right about the two of you being soulmates.
But you had to move on for this reincarnation, it seemed.
You lived, loved, married, and died.
The box of primroses he had given you your most prized possession until the day you peacefully passed away.
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“Can I please get a black roast coffee... in the biggest size you have,” you sniffle, your eyes red, fingers dabbing a tissue at the falling tears on your face.
“Uh, that’ll be seven hundred yen,” the man with the name tag Kaibara S. spoke.
You handed him the cents in your hand and waited for your receipt.
“This is only five hundred,” Kaibara slowly stated, and it seemed to push you over the edge because you began to bawl.
Primrose Coffeeshop was the only coffee shop that had discounts for broke college students such as yourself nearby, so it was the place you went to practically every day. So it was to no surprise to workers such as Kaibara to see that you were finally breaking down.
The world blurred in the time he told you that it was okay to not have the adequate amount since you were always buying things from the store, to someone quite literally leading you back to your mountain of textbooks and laptop, and the coffee coming out and being placed at your table. Through your tear drowned eyes, you looked at the assignment you had to write.
Twenty pages of research for something you didn’t understand at all.
“Are you okay?” a voice interrupted the hiccuping snuffled sobs that continued to pour from your mouth.
With a tear-streaked face, a wet nose, and blotchy skin, you looked at the dark brown haired barista who seemed to have gotten off of his own shift. His apron rested on his forearm, his hair still pushed back with the hairband that sat on his face, and his clothes were plain and simple. His face was pretty stoic to look at. Given the apparent discomfort in his eyes, he must have taken a lot to ask you this.
“N-No!” you sobbed, your lips trying to keep shut to stop the self-proclaimed horrible sobs that still tried to pour from your mouth.
“What’s… uh… what’s wrong?”
“My whole life is falling apart!” you laugh humorlessly, your hands slapping the coffee table with a pathetic sniffle. “I-I’m on my third reincarnation, and the statistics of finding your soulmate this late in the cycle have plummeted dramatically! My thesis for my p-paper isn’t viable anymore because I didn’t c-contact my professor on time. So I h-had to make a new one… I don’t even know!”
Kaibara remained silent, unsure if he should stay or leave. He had only asked because his coworker had been weirdly worried for you, and well… he did too, but this was a bit too much for him. Why couldn’t you have just said you were alright?!
“That… sucks, I’m sorry.”
You let out a choked sob, the veins in your face bulging in your attempt to just… stay quiet.
Kaibara stared at you, pity and concern seeping into his bones the longer he looked. With a sharp sigh, he pulled the chair out and sat down. “How can I help?”
Somehow from this one interaction, a weird comradery began between you and the barista you had ordered from for two years.
In the span of an hour, he had helped you calm down, calmly instructing and aiding you in your academic endeavor to understand what you were doing. It was a paper for a stupid physics class you were forced to take, and thankfully Kaibara was a physics student himself.
Kaibara introduced you to some reliable papers, explaining to you the things you didn’t understand in very perceptive depth and understanding that you didn’t get from your own professor. An hour into talking and you realized that you were no longer crying, your coffee went drunk to completion, and you were smiling while he pointed to different things on your screen.
“I’m y/l/n y/n,” you finally introduced yourself when he was standing to leave.
“I know,” he nodded, a soft smile on his face. “You have been ordering from me with that name for two years now.”
“Well, it wasn’t ever an introduction, though,” you pointed out with a sigh. “Besides, this is much more official.”
He nodded in agreement, his hand pulling off the headband in his hair, letting his shaggy hair fall onto his eyes. “I’m Kaibara Sen, and I know you didn’t know my first name.”
“I did not,” you agree, your head bowing in both thanks.
He seemed to debate something in his head, teetering between telling you and not, but with a tilt of your head, and a lean towards him, he broke.
“I’m in here a lot, I don’t know if you’ve noticed? I work fulltime on top of going to school and guessing by the professor’s name, you also attend Tokyo University,” Kaibara said, his eyes locked onto yours. “If you want, I can help you out for the rest of the semester with physics. I know that it can be a hard class.”
“Are… are you serious?!” you gasp, your hands pressing to your mouth in undeniable joy and mirth.
“Completely.”
“I’d appreciate that so much!” you chirped, your body resisting the urge to hug him in your gratitude.
“Okay, that’s good,” he nodded, his feet already moving towards the exit.
You watched as he walked to the door, but noticed that he hesitated when he reached the door.
Wordlessly he lifted up his left arm and showed off a tattoo.
iii
“I’m also on my third reincarnation,” he admitted with a shrug, and the embarrassing memory of your breakdown hit you heavily over the head while your face grew red hot. “It’s totally okay if you haven’t met your soulmate yet, that’s why we have multiple shots, right?”
You were for a loss of words, only managing to nod your head in stunned embarrassment. Kaibara smiled, his face genuinely pleased while he pushed onto the front door.
“Then, I’ll see you later, y/l/n.”
Like that, a friendship was born between you and the cute barista.
Without even this new tutoring system between the two of you, you had always shown up at the coffee shop every day, but now it was put at specific times — typically taking in mind his shift and class schedule. Day in and day out, he would help you out with physics, teaching you about work and joules and energy, and you, in turn, would buy lots of coffee and pastries and even helped him with his own work that wasn’t physics related.
You came to know more about Kaibara too.
About how he was born the same year you were, or how the both of you were a bit scared about the fact that you were on your third reincarnation. You both would even make up extremely extravagant stories of your past lives. Of how you were royalty and the smartest geniuses alive who had created the items you had used to this very day.
Jokes of knowing Newton and Plato and Shakespeare never failed to make the both of you smile during moments where you weren’t worrying about your academia.
Kaibara Sen was someone you could come to see could be very special in your life. His often neutral and stoic personality quickly melted away to become invigorating and chaotically loud. He was someone you would very much appreciate to be friends with, no matter what class you could have met him in or timeline you met him in.
“How do you feel about this year?”
Your words were soft in the empty coffee shop, the warm sweater you wore snug on your body while you drank a new concoction Kaibara made for a future menu item. It was something sweet, not overwhelmingly so, just enough that made it pleasant to drink without milk or sugar — not that you didn’t mind a cup of black coffee every once in a while.
“I’d rather not make it to a fourth reincarnation,” you heard Kaibara admit, from beside you, his face buried in the notes he was rewriting during your studying session. “This seems like a good time frame to have things end with the person I’m meant to be with. Nothing crazy is happening, it’s calm… I like that.”
“You have no sense of adventure Sen!” you laugh, your hands bringing the coffee cup to the table and writing down your thoughts and rating for the drink onto the yellow paper he had given to you for an official review. “I think I’m going to push it to reincarnation number five, I want to see the flying cars and moving cities.”
“I’m not sure if that sounds horrible or like a nightmare,” he dryly stated, flipping his notebook for the next significant section to write on.
“Don’t be rude,” you huff, your pen scratching out the mistake you made with a frown. “I mean, I wouldn’t remember anything, but it would still be nice!”
“And just who do you think your soulmate is?” Kaibara asked, his pencil dropping on his notes while he shook his sore and tired wrist out. He looked at you with a crooked grin that made you smile back, and he leaned in to whisper, “I can imagine that you’ve pictured what they look like.”
“How’d you know?!” you ask in mock surprise, your hand pressing to your mouth in a dramatic effect.
“You look the type,” he snickered, leaning back against his chair. “Okay, what does a lover boy look like, and what does lover girl look like?”
“Okay, so ideally, a male soulmate will look like a supermodel. Like the kind that just drives girls and older women wild because goddamn is he fine,” you whistle, your tongue wetting your lips in an attempt to mask your humor from this.
“Yes, I can see you with someone like that too,” Kaibara sagely nodded his head, his fingers now grasping the pencil in his hand. “Now, the other?”
“If it’s a girl… I don’t care, just as long as she’s super tall,” you sigh wistfully, your smile growing when Kaibara seems to agree with this information.
“You are ready to meet your soulmate, I’ve decided,” Kaibara announced his pencil scratching his paper as he began to write again.
“Oh thank you, kami-sama, please reveal to me the name of my betrothed.”
“I will, under one circumstance, and one circumstance only.”
The smile that spread on your face was warm, your eyes looking at how his lips were curled into his own smile that he often enjoyed hiding from you.
“What must a mere stupid mortal like me do?”
Kaibara finished writing his section of the notes before pulling away, his eyes severe while they peered at you. Dark, serious, and very, very intense.
He often confused you; he was so dark and brooding at times but often melted into someone you could only describe as a twelve-year-old boy finding out that his parents installed his favorite game to whatever console he loved most. His eyes, despite their deep charcoal color, seemed to melt into warm chocolate the longer he held your gaze, and finally, he spoke:
“Go on a date with me?”
Your eyes blinked rapidly, and a sour feeling erupted in your chest at his words.
Oh no.
“I… I can’t,” you spoke, your eyes traveling to your lap, the previous warmth in your chest disappearing quicker than the speed of light.
Kaibara blinked, his jaw opening and closing repetitively, almost as if in confusion and misunderstanding of the situation.
“Can I ask why not?” he spoke, but his voice had never sounded this hollow before.
“I’m actually seeing someone right now,” you admit slowly, your stomach twisting and knotting because dear god had you led him on this entire time? “We uh… we started dating a bit after you and I started talking.”
Kaibara’s face was void of all emotion, the deep chocolate gone from his eyes, replaced with only reliable bitter charcoal.
“Are they… are they your soulmate?” he asked in the softest of whispers, a tone you recognized as someone who was doing everything in their power not to cry. His nostrils flared, and he trembled slightly, his stoic mask entirely see-through to you.
“I hope so,” you admit, your fingers digging into your sweater. “I’m sorry, Sen.”
Kaibara’s lips press into a thin wavering line, and he shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Um, let’s finish up?”
He didn’t accept the rejection well, although he was still a good friend and helping you out, you could read this man better than yourself; it seemed because you could see how much it pained him to sit next to you every day and help you. Study sessions diminished by a lot, his free time being occupied more and more until it was finally after midnight for new years, and despite whispering that you loved your partner at the stroke of midnight, the tattoo remained red — not golden.
You visited the Primrose Coffeeshop the moment it was opened, and to your dismay, Kaibara had left the shop, and his phone number no longer worked.
You stayed with your partner; both of you agree to just live out the rest of your life in love since you had been so sure of the other being your soulmate. But no matter how much time had passed, the shape of your soulmate began to resemble Kaibara, but you knew better than to wish for such silly things, especially in this world. For if it was true, there was no use to even trying to find him — after all, the world forbade it.
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The world was emerging with the beginning of quirks.
There wasn’t a high population of individuals with quirks yet, but there was a growing number of them. People hated those with quirks, pushing backs against the “freaks” of nature, demanding that they get put down and killed without a moment’s thought.
Without a doubt, people with quirks would begin to fight back, some turning to villainy, some to vigilante work, and some to hero work.
Everything was masked, no one could know anyone’s true identity, or else it would end in heads being chopped off. It was like a comic book gone wrong.
And you? You were a hero, someone just trying to get by because while you didn’t want to be a freak of nature, those with powerful quirks using them against the quirkless still was not a righteous society.
Right now, you were living the most perfect life.
A secret hero that the quirkless were starting to appreciate, keeping a big evil villain in check, succeeding in your job, and in love with none other than Kaibara Sen, who you were so positive was your soulmate.
You screeched as Kaibara held you over his shoulder. Your legs kicked as he threw you onto the bed. His grinning face blowing raspberries into your exposed stomach. Your howls doing nothing to stop him.
“Stop it!” you shriek, trying to remove his lips from your abdomen. “I’m–Sen–GOING TO PEE IF YOU DON’T STOP!”
Kaibara pulls away, peppering kisses up your chest until he’s kissing you over and over again. Your lips can’t even form a pout from your exhaustion, letting him kiss you so weirdly while you lay in defeat. “If you peed yourself, I would have made you clean it up.”
“You’re the worst boyfriend ever!!!” you moan in exhaustion as Kaibara nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.
“I know, it matches your worst girlfriend category too,” Kaibara grins against your skin, and your fingers tug at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you again.
“Mm, so I’m the worst girlfriend? I might call Silence on myself then,” you tease, your lips pressing against his.
“I would fight her to keep you then,” Kaibara brushes your hair out of your eyes, and your eyes flutter. God, there was so much you would do for this man. You loved him so much, it hurt you.
“Alright, baby, I have to go! It’s ladies’ night!” you sigh into his mouth despite doing everything you could to keep him there. Kaibara’s hands keep you close to him as his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan in half-hearted defeat at the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours.
“You can tell Fukuda-san she can rip you out of my fucking hands,” Kaibara growls as he sucks softly against your neck. You arch into him as you shake your head.
“Stupid, she could totally beat your ass, and you have that — fuck, you have that meeting of yoURS!” you smack his chest when his fingers brush against your bare skin. “Kaibara Sen!”
“Fine, fine, fine!” Kaibara chuckles, pulling away, love lacing his eyes. “I love you, stay safe tonight? You girls can’t handle your liquor.”
You roll your eyes as you peck a last kiss to his lips. “Only because we go straight for the hard stuff!!!”
Kaibara walks you out of his house, and into your car. His face sticking through the window for some last kisses. You give him as many as you can until you have no more time to waste. “Okay, bye! I love you!” you chirped, finally driving off.
You watch as Kaibara continues to wave at you from the street, a smile on your face until you turn the corner. Your smile instantly drops as you’re far away.
You give a call to Fukuda, and she instantly picks up.
“Hello? Are you ready? There’s a lot of activity going on tonight… I’m worried,” Fukuda’s voice cries, and you’re consumed with the smallest bit of guilt as you drive faster.
“I’m sorry… where to first?”
~
You ran along rooftops, your eyes locked on the man running away from you. Your breathing is harsh, raspy. You’ve been running for almost an hour now, jumping and weaving through pipes. You’re trying to get to him, the one man you’ve been chasing for years now. The man that taunted your dreams. Your life.
Your eyes caught onto the rubbish on a nearby ceiling, and you threw out your arm. Yellow energy shoots from your arms as it attaches to the objects and falls. Trapping the man by high walls, and a fifty story drop.
“Come on, you know you want to give in!” you pant as the man stops running, turns around, and his guard is up. His gaze concentrated on you entirely as you stopped in front of him. The yellow energy filling your hands as you raise your own guard. “Give in.”
“As much as I would love to wrestle it out with you, sweetheart, I’m in a loving relationship.” his voice is dripping with sarcasm as whirring noises emit from his skin.
The two of you were among the minuscule population that had superpowers. A revolutionary feat that had the world in battle. You were a superhero. As if you were straight off a comic book, you fought against people who threatened those beneath them. Hell, most times, you were a glorified therapist! You really only hardly ever got into fistfights, but this man. This… vile man in front of you was an exception. He was cruel.
Using this power of his to create chaos and mayhem. It was not something you liked, you hated him for it, and you have been trying to get him. To corner him! But he was always one step ahead. A finger brushes away from you as you try to get him.
It was a dreadful and repeating dance now, one the two of you frequently explored. You would lunge forward, and he would take a step backward, you would spin out, and he would pull you back in. Even the way you two fought, it was fluid, sharp, deadly, yet melodic. The occasional locking fists could have been a dance had it not been for the fire in your stance.
The masks on his face covered everything on him, but you knew he was looking at you. The only thing you needed though, was to have him pinned to the ground. His wrists in a handcuff as you dropped him off to the police. Then you’d be able to go home to Kaibara, to tell him the only secret you kept from him.
You ducked under his gyrating fist, something you had known too well as it sent you flying into walls on multiple occasions, but he stopped jumping backward when you rolled to the side.
“I will have to bid you adieu, my sweet Silence! Duty calls, and well, I’m merely here to distract you!”
Your eyes widened as an explosion blew in the distance, and you whipped around. You snap back through to see him waving goodbye, and you freeze. “Oh, no...”
You took off in the direction of the explosion, your heart hammering away as you near it. Screams and cries echoing through the streets as you jumped in to help. Your words aiding everyone in the fiery trap. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you!” You repeated over and over, but their pain never stopped.
~
“Hi, beautiful,” Kaibara says, walking into your room. Your eyes look up at him in the mirror, and your smile is affectionate. Kaibara is in a pair of dark blue slacks. A white button-up shirt that hugged his chest beautifully, and a black-tie with a jacket on. His hair combed back, overall, he was drop-dead gorgeous.
The brown-haired man walks to you and hugs you by your waist. Kaibara’s eyes dawdling on your outfit as you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Hi.”
“Let’s go for dinner now?”
You nod your head, this dinner was a much-needed distraction from the explosion after all. “Yes, let’s go.”
The dinner is fantastic.
You love the way Kaibara’s eyes burn like steady embers into you the entire night, his energy never once wavering. His hand held yours after the meal was over, listening to you all while he pressed fluttering kisses to the tattoo that reads iv. You giggle out his name as he refuses to quit, and your cheeks burn.
“Y/l/n y/n,” Kaibara states, and you raise your eyebrows inviting him to continue. “I met you years ago, and you’re… incredible. Your energy is intoxicating as is your smile.” Kaibara smiles as he kisses the back of your hand. “I love the way you hate Tuesday mornings, I love that you always jump onto your bed, you do not have to, but you do. You complete me, you make me want to be a better person, and I have only one thing to ask…”
Your eyes sparkle with unshed tears, and Kaibara presses up and kneels before you.
“Will you marry me, y/n? Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
A black velvet box presents itself on his palm. A luminescent diamond ring shining against the light surrounded by primroses, the flower you said represented your love with him. Your tears shedding uncontrollably from your eyes while you grin like a fool.
Your head nods over and over.
“Yes!” You cry as you pepper wet kisses all over his face. “Yes, please! Yes!”
The diamond ring slips onto your finger, and you can’t even begin to describe your emotions as you kiss him. The cheering of the crowds disappearing as you hold him even closer.
He asked you for your hand that night, and yet you felt united in a whole other way. The overwhelming love between the two of you palatable the entire night.
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You struggle against the wall, gasping as the villain holds you by your throat. You had foiled his next plan and were now paying dearly for it.
You slam your foot into his crotch, and he grunts, letting you go. You collapse to the ground gasping for air. You stagger but act quickly, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. He falls to the ground, and you shoot energy from your hands, allowing you to smoothly and rapidly hop on top of him. You press your knees into his arms, and he hisses.
His legs sweep up, kicking you forward, and you tumble off of him.
So the two of you embark on another dangerous dance of yours. Fukuda screams in your ear about the dangers lurking around you if you don’t get out of there! But you had landed a hit, you were going to get him today!
You duck under a punch and shove a palm to his ribcage. He stumbles backward, you narrow your eyebrows as you lock an energy strand around his leg, pulling him in. You race over, but you miss the whirring of his skin. You’re blown backward, white-hot pain scorching your cheek, the mask on your face cracking in two. You gasp for air, the mask breaking completing as it falls to the ground. You couldn’t hear Fukuda yelling at you anymore as knees slam into your chest, and you wheeze.
Your eyes lock onto the villain before you. His arm cocked back for another devastating punch, but he’s frozen. His body is still. You don’t feel your energy power up, only that your arm is thrust up, and he’s thrown off you. A sickening crash is heard, and you sit up wheezing.
You stare at the man, your vision dizzy, and you feel sick.
Not because you’re dizzy, but because of the face that’s revealed as his mask falls.
Kaibara.
His eyes are so vast, and your eyes are tearing up.
He can’t stand up, and you stumble to your feet, swaying where you stand.
“Get the fuck out of there, y/n!” Fukuda’s voice is yelling at you, and you flinch, finally hearing it.
“Sen…” You whisper, your head shaking in disbelief. “You can’t be… how are you, Spinner?”
The villain’s name. The name you loathe, the name you refuse to use. You prefer ‘villain’ because giving him a name gives him an identity. A reason for him to be committing the atrocities he’s committed.
How was this man in front of you the person you loved with all your heart?
You can’t remember running away. You only remember that you’re back in your house sobbing as you stare at the diamond ring on your nightstand.
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You stare at the ceiling of your room. You feel hollow.
Since that fateful encounter, neither one of you has attempted to reach out. Neither one of you calling, texting, or showing up. You hated it, but you couldn’t stand seeing him here. How could you ever talk to the man you love knowing who he was? What he was; what he is?
You knew everyone had secrets, but why was his secret this, anything but this…
The engagement ring is on your finger still. It makes perfect sense, everything tells you that it should be there. But it feels heavy… it weighs you down in more ways than its weight. Could you really forgive a man like him? Yes, he’s your Kaibara, but he’s also Spinner.
Notorious as the underground crime king. Spinner was someone you’ve been fighting since day one. It made you nauseous, just thinking about how that man was your Kaibara.
How were they the same person?
The floorboards in your hallway creak, and you slam up. Your eyes concentrating on the doorframe. Your mouth runs dry as you stare at angry black eyes. His mouth pressed into a flat line as his hands roughly weave through his hair.
It hurts knowing that it wasn’t a hoax. You knew Kaibara Kaibara like the back of your hand, and being able to read him now burned your throat and heart. You lick your lips as he steps closer, his eyes focused on you.
“You’re Silence?”
“You’re Spinner…”
Kaibara shakes his head, his lips barking with cold humor as he can’t believe it. To be fair, you can’t either as you stare at his conflicted features.
“I don’t understand?” he admits, his eyes swimming with confusion, anger, and yet longing.
“You and me both,” you laugh bitterly, shaking your head as you look up at him. “Care to explain?”
“I don’t really want to.” Kaibara shakes his head, his smile sad, and you blink.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” you snap, your brows furrowing when you stalk over to Kaibara, who held his ground. “You’re the one causing all this mayhem, and you’re not going to even explain it to me?!”
“What’s the point, y/n? So that you can cry the next time we meet? You’re not going to give me mercy! You don’t understand! So why should I bother?!” Kaibara’s face clouded, angry, and focused.
“Because you fucking love me!” you hiss, shoving Kaibara with your full strength. This entire time you’ve been able to pull off using mere fractions of your power. Enough to fight with Kaibara, but definitely not enough to send him stumbling backward.
Kaibara’s black eyes snap on you as he gathers his balance. “Don’t do this.”
“I am a hero!” you tremble, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair. Your heart is racing in the worst of ways. You feel faint, ready to fall over, and never wake back up. “I save people nearly every damn day, Kaibara! I save people from you!”
There’s a glower on his face, and you know it’s because you’re putting Kaibara on a fence he doesn’t want to be. A wall that he hates. Kaibara always had something to say, he wasn’t one to pretend to not have an opinion, and so this was killing him.
“Some people in this world deserve to have checks,” Kaibara states, his steely voice calm, his eyes raging. “I don’t do anything to people who don’t deserve it.”
Your nostrils flare, and you can feel your throat thick with emotions. What the actual fuck was he on? “Really? Do these people deserve to die? People fucking deserve to get their life blown to shreds because of what? Because you think they’re corrupt? Oh, grow the fuck up, Kaibara! No, I don’t believe your bullcrap! Do you think I really haven’t tried finding correlations? Correlations for every single crime you committed? Yes, these people are terrible! But that’s why we have other ways of stopping them! You can’t play fucking god and decide whether these people deserve to live or not! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
You’re pressed flat against his chest. Your chest heaving with lack of air and overwhelming emotions. Kaibara’s face contorted with anger. His black eyes flashing before sinking into blackness.
Then you say words you wish you could regret, words that broke your heart as you said it.
“How can you expect me to love someone like you?”
He left your shared place after that. The year ended, and there was nothing to stop the tragic downfall of both Spinner and Silence, both of you never recovered from this moment.
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“Kaibara, is that you?!”
Your eyes looked at the brown-haired man walking into the hero agency where you were currently a sidekick in.
It had been two years since graduating from UA, and you were here with Miruko, a signing that had honestly shocked many, many people when it happened. Sure enough, as an alumnus of UA and being a part of his rival classroom 1-A, it was a pleasant surprise to see someone outside of your classmates.
“Y/l/n?” he greeted you in return, his hands resting on his hips, his body completely decked out in his uniform. You guessed he started his day before you.
“It’s been so long!” you grin, stopping at his side with your hands clutched by your thighs, “How can I help you today?”
“Well, I need some help. I’m here to recruit you to help with Gang Orca’s mission.”
You watched him hand you a folder and immediately upon reading it understood why he was here for you. This was a job that was perfect with your quirk.
“I can help out,” you say after reading the file, a smile on your face. “Will you be there?”
“I am his sidekick, plus I gathered most of the evidence,” Kaibara shrugged, and you nodded.
“Okay, sounds good, Spiral.”
Kaibara smiled, his eyebrow lifted while he walked away. “Good, see you then.”
You and Kaibara always got along, maybe it was because both of you were the only people in UA who were on their fifth reincarnation cycle, but knowing you weren’t alone was always nice. He was still kind to you, even if he seemed bland at times, but you came to see that it was just… him. Regardless he was a formidable foe and a strong hero. Your only regret was not getting as close to him as you could have since the rivalry between the two classes never lessened.
The team-up mission went smoothly. The extraction of the hostages on top of capturing the brass of the cult, and stopping their influence on victims of their power was an excellent boost to your reputation and Miruko’s agency. Still, you had suffered minor injuries and had an EMT checking you out this very moment.
Your eyes fell on Kaibara, who was a few strides away. He had a nasty looking bruise on his jaw, a punch he had taken for you during your lack of attention. Signaling that you were fine now, the EMT let you go, and you walked over to Kaibara, your guilt looming heavy in your stance.
“Sorry for getting you hurt,” you apologized, your finger looming over the spot where he got hit on your own skin.
“No problem,” he brushed it off with a shrug of his shoulders. “You didn’t see it, plus you still got it handled in the end, which was much more important.”
“Yeah, but now I feel like I owe you drinks or something,” you huff, not at all pleased with how he was okay with this.
A silence fell over you two, the EMT avoiding eye contact as if this was like avoiding the plague. But with your vision glued to your feet, you didn’t catch the way that his eyebrows bunched and relaxed over and over in thought until finally, he spoke.
“I could go for drinks.”
And so this night where you and Kaibara found yourselves at a bar with drinks in hands, did you realize that you wanted to actually get to know him. You didn’t want to associate Kaibara as the other fifth reincarnation cycle guy, or the guy from class 1-B, you wanted to know him for… him.
It turned out, he felt the same way.
Thus began a strange but quaint relationship between the two of you.
Kaibara ended up being a personality you enjoyed to be around a lot. He often danced between being a straight face and serious, to chaotic and enthusiastic, to sometimes straight-up aggressive and demanding. The fluctuation often amuses you, three different branches to his personality, much like the three spirals on his gloves.
“I don’t think I’m ridiculous,” you point out, your finger following Kaibara’s walking form as he was grabbing the two of you drinks from his fridge. “I get that most people give up at this point, but I really do think I’ll meet my soulmate this time about!”
Kaibara looked at you incredulously when he sat next to you, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow so you could see the Roman numeral for five tattoo on his wrist. “What makes this lifetime so special? Besides, we know that soulmates always meet in every reincarnation. If you and your soulmate haven’t clicked since the first cycle, what’s the point in fighting so hard at this cycle?” A frown overcomes your face, and you glare at Kaibara, who struggles to uphold a serious reaction. “I’m sorry, too far?”
“Shut up.”
His laughter fills the room while you turn away from him pouting.
“So you don’t want to meet your soulmate?” you asked, trying your hardest to not sound too nosey but just the perfect amount of curiosity.
“I’d love to meet my soulmate, don’t get it wrong,” Kaibara sighs, his back falling onto the back of the couch, his head tilting up to the ceiling. “But it’s… weird to keep my hopes up. With no memories of past reincarnations, it seems like I’m stumbling around in the dark.”
You hummed, your fingers bringing the drink to your mouth and taking a small sip from it.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked when you brought your cup down.
Kaibara looked at you, his eyes like the void, daunting dark yet beautiful, “Why?”
“Well, if this is going to be my last reincarnation, I don’t want to live a life of regrets,” you smile, your head tilting to the side. “I would always regret not asking you out.”
His face melted into one of softness and undeniable excitement at your practical confession, “As long as you think your class could handle you dating someone from class 1-B.”
“I think that’s more of a question of if your class can handle you dating someone from class 1-A!”
So the two of you began to date.
It took no time for you to fall inexplicably and wholly in love with Kaibara Sen; he was perfect for you. Day and night he was someone you could entirely rely on, never once would he slip up, always coming to aid you when you needed it and vice versa. There were still hard nights, after all, you were still human.
But rain or shine, momentous fight or sweet staples of your relationship, the both of you always ended up in the same bed, holding each other close as night consumed you.
Before you knew it, it was New Year's Eve, and instead of going out tonight, you and Kaibara decided to stay in. A feeble nervous attempt in the hope that the two of you genuinely were soulmates. Five reincarnations later, and now you would finally find out if he was made for you if you were made for him.
“I want to give these to you,” Kaibara spoke to you when you came to the couch, a hefty blanket in your arms that you planned on drawing the both of you in while you watched the fireworks display on a TV monitor. Today was your first day off in a while, and because the crime rate was notoriously low on this holiday, staying home together sounded better than a clashed reunion of your high school classmates.
Your eyes found the small bouquet of primroses in his hands, the pink and white flowers sitting charmingly in their tan paper. A smile spread across your face immediately, and you brought your lips to him in a chaste kiss.
“They’re beautiful, thank you,” you happily sigh, moving to sit at his side, snuggled comfortably against him with the blanket over both of you. “What do they mean?”
“I can’t live without you,” Kaibara whispered, his eyes locking against yours.
And with warm cheeks, you smiled earnestly and connected your lips against his.
The bouquet went forgotten as the two of you continued your passionate kiss, the words of ‘I love you’ continuing to pour from your lips well past midnight. Hope and endearment fully saturated between your hopeful mouth.
And alas, my dearest reader, I’m glad to tell you that at last, you found the one meant for you.
Primroses graced each of your lives with Kaibara Sen; after all, they were the flower of love, a flower that also meant that you couldn’t live without the other — a real sign of soulmate love through reincarnation. And my sweet reader, the moment your lips removed from Kaibaras as the stroke of midnight passed, the words of love exchanged between the two of you with complete honesty, you’ll be pleased to know that the tattoo turned to gold.
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dude i am so sorry about your dogs D: sorry for them, too, it sounds like they're very miserable, but oh my gosh. what a mess for you. what a stressful situation D: all i can think of is how my little brother used to run in circles around the room and yell when he was a toddler and had the stomach flu....that was a nightmare.....so much messiness....i hope the dogs are staying put so the mess is a little more controlled at least XD ahem anyways, it's awfully nice of you to take the time to be supportive of others rn and the whole fandom owes you several group hugs and i do hope your dogs feel better soon!! <3
Hah, your little brother sounds like how one of my pups was this morning 😭 he was running around the house with nasty paws and a disgusting poopy tail and I had to chase him before he could cause too much damage.
And aw, thank you!!! Honestly I’m doing fine with the whole list thing, I’m more upset on other people’s behalf because being accused of serious, hurtful things for no reason isn’t cool. Like that messes with your head, ya know?
I’ve been chatting with folks who were on that list for no good reason and while they know the list is stupid and the people behind it suck eggs (nasty, rotten eggs that have been rolled through a cow pasture), it still hurts and is heavily impacting their creativity.
A lot of us use our writing or art as an outlet, and to see people feel like they can’t use that outlet anymore is just, I mean it’s heartbreaking. That’s honestly what’s getting to me the most, is that I’m really sad how this whole thing has hurt people.
Anyway, I just want everyone to feel better. What happened was wrong, we all know it, but it’s okay if you’re struggling! I really do like this fandom and just wanna help however I can 💖
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Drunk Confessions
Kara x Reader
Request: can i requesttt a fic with Reader x Kara where the superfriends are out at a bar and a random alien in the bar (they r at the alien bar) challenges reader to drinking contest and they start taking shots but alien won and now reader is extremely drunk and is stumbling around so Kara flies her home and reader is being kind of embarrassing and lovey to kara and then gets kinda deep abt how reader worries abt kara a lot and then reader says she likes kara more than a friend and then they kiss TY ILY
Warning: Alcohol??
Note: im so so so sorry i haven’t posted in a while:( going through a lot rn on top of online school and im working 2 jobs its just a lot
“Ohh so you’re scared?” this random alien asked you.
You were at Al’s Dive Bar with Kara, Alex, Lena. You guys were having a great time until this random alien starts challenging you to a drinking contest. You said no at first since you weren’t really planning on getting that drunk... but he was so cocky you just had to show him.
You stood up and faced him, “I don’t get scared”
The alien grinned at your answer and Kara, Alex, and Lena chuckled at your pride and stubbornness.
“We need some shots over here!” Alex yelled to the bartender, getting a little too excited.
Soon enough, there seemed to be an infinite amount of tequila shots on the table in front of you. You tried your best not to think about your nerves but it was hard with everyone watching. You looked at Kara for comfort and she gave you a smile that made the nerves more controllable somebow.
You and Kara have been friends for about a year but it seems like you’ve known each other forever. She’s the kindest, bravest, funniest, most humble person you’ve ever met. She was your best friend.
Oh, and you were madly in love with her.
“Okay so you guys have 30 seconds to take as many shots as you can, whoever takes the most wins. Got it” Lena asks as she states the rules.
“Piece of cake” the alien said.
“Got it” you said rolling your eyes
“You guys ready?” Kara asked.
You both nodded.
“3...2...1...Go!” Alex yelled.
You immediately started downing shot after shot. You couldn’t even pay attention to you opponent, you had no idea how he was doing. After what seemed like forever, Lena’s phone timer went off.
“So we have Y/N’s score of 6 shots!” Lena said excitingly.
She looked at the alien, “And we have your score of 10” she said frowning as she realized you lost.
“Ha! Loser” the alien walked away looking smug.
You felt so angry that you lost. You felt angry for exactly 1 more minute... and then you felt drunk. Very drunk.
“This sucks I’m leaving” you said. You started to get up but quickly lose your balance. Kara is quick to grab you.
Chuckling she asked, “You good?”
You just laughed, “I’m great”
“Oh god” Alex said realizing how drunk you were.
“Darling why would you agree to a drinking contest, you know how much of a lightweight you are” Lena said, amused at your state.
“Hey!” you shouted, “I’m no lightweight. And besides I wanted to beat him”
“Well you didn’t” Alex scoffed, laughing.
“He cheated!” you whined, getting a little frustrated.
“Okay okay he cheated, you should just let Kara take you home Y/N” Alex said.
“Yeah come on you can spend the night at my place” Kara said kindly.
“Sleepover!” you yelled getting excited and almost falling over.
“Good luck with that” Alex said, “Don’t forget Kara, Y/N lost you owe me $20″
You turned to Kara, “Awwww you bet on me?” making Kara laugh and nod.
A couple seconds later when the realization hit you, you said, “Wait Alex you bet against me?!” you yelled making your whole group laugh.
Without warning Kara scooped you up and held you bridal style, “Come on time to go” she said, carrying you out.
“Bye Lenaaaaa” you shouted, glaring at Alex, fake angry for betting against you.
Alex and Lena laughed as Kara carried you out of the bar, “Bye Y/N” Lena responded. When Kara took you outside, the cold air felt so good, and before you knew it, Kara wooshed up into the air. She smiled as you held her so tight... you’re lucky she isn’t human or she would have been in pain since you were holding her so hard. You both realize how close you to each other and blush. Yeah you guys have been close before.. on the couch watching movies, next to each other at the table during a meal, but this felt... this felt different. Kara felt your heart beat a little faster causing a sick, amazing, horrible, precious, painful, and all around the best feeling in her stomach. You gave her butterflies.
Finally you reached Kara’s apartment and she landed gracefully. She carried you all the way to her apartment and placed you softly on the couch and sat next to you.
When you looked around, the room spinned making you laugh.
“Kara the room is spinning” you said laughing.
She laughed with you, “Maybe you should go to bed”
“Nooo” you whined, “Let’s stay up”
You gave her your best puppy dog eyes and she rolled her eyes, “Fine” she said smiling.
“You mean so much to me Kara, you know that? Like actually you are so great” you said rambling.
While she knew you were drunk and wouldn’t remember any of this, the compliment made her feel warm inside.
“You mean a lot to me too Y/N” she replied.
You started laughing again over nothing causing Kara to laugh with you when all of the sudden your mood switched, and your big smile turned into a frown.
“Hey what’s wrong?” Kara asked softly.
“It’s nothing” you said looking down.
“Hey” Kara said, pulling your chin up, “You can talk to me”
You swallowed, “I just... I worry about you”
“Why would you worry about me” Kara asked, genuinely confused.
“It’s just... every time you go out as Supergirl, I imagine the worst. I imagine someone sitting me down and telling me you died fighting, and Kara that’s my worst nightmare.” you said, not even noticing the tears falling from your face.
“Y/N I’m fine! I’m the girl of steel what’s gonna hurt me?” Kara joked but frowned when it didn’t get a smile out of you.
“Hey listen, I promise you I’m cautious every single time I go out as Supergirl. I have Alex and the DEO backing me up at all times. You don’t need to worry about me Y/N” Kara said with a gentle tone.
“I don’t want to lose you” you said, still crying.
“Hun you’re okay, you’re just drunk and it’s making you emotional and that’s okay” Kara said with a smile.
“Yeah I’m drunk, but that’s not why I’m saying all this” you said, not looking Kara in the eye.
“Then why are you saying it?” Kara asked.
You just stared at the floor until Kara spoke up again.
“Hey Y/N what’s going on?” Kara asked again.
“It’s because I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you Kara, don’t you see? And I know, I know you don’t feel the same. But I had to let this out and I know I will probably regret this when I’m sober but I’m-” you let the alcohol ramble on and on until Kara pulled you in for a kiss. It happened so fast you didn’t even believe that it happened.
When she pulled away you both just stared at each other, unable to react until Kara finally spoke up.
“I love you too Y/N”
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