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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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omggg I know he lost in the poll but your HAVEEE to do ponyboy for kinktober🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Day 23 of Kinktober: Running Away With Ponyboy Curtis

Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader

Warning: sexual harassment, fighting, unprotected sex,

Y/N’s POV

Ponyboy’s life has been hard since his parents accident, his older brother accusing him in shit that doesn’t involve him, struggling with bills, and the socs.

I’m a soc but I hate a lot of the people who are in the socs, Cherry’s boyfriend Bob, he’s such an asshole to me and of course, the greasers. Some socs are sweet except for some.

One night, Dally, Pony, Johnny, and I went to the drive-in. We go to the seats and I see Cherry with Marcia and I sit next to them. Dallas starts to flirt with Cherry, Johnny, Pony, and I kept on telling Dallas to stop harassing her and of course Dallas ignores us. Eventually Dallas leaves, so Ponyboy and Johnny sits next to us. I feel safe around Pony but a lot of docs say that the greasers are dangerous, I know them some are dangerous but some aren’t and that the gang I know. Dallas comes back with food and drinks, he gives Cherry throws her drink at him and things get heated, Dallas tries to harass her again, Johnny tells him to stop, Dallas gets pissed off and he looked like he was about to beat something or someone but he walked away.

Eventually, the girls, Ponyboy, Two-bit, Johnny and I leave the drive-in and the socs came to us to start trouble.

“Y/N!? What are doing?” Randy says.

“Being with someone who isn’t you guys.” I said.

Bob and Randy look so pissed but Cherry stops them, Cherry tells us we can leave so we leave. Ponyboy takes me home, of course my parents are pissed that I missed my curfew, which it’s fucking stupid.

3 AM

I hear pebbles on my window so I go check who it is and it’s Ponyboy looking upset. I unlock my window and see what’s going on.

“Pony what’s the matter?” I whisper.

“Darry, he hit me. Run away with me.” He says.

“But, what about my parents?” I look behind me.

“I can’t go anywhere without you Y/N/N, please run away with me.” He says.

I look at him, I’m sorry mom and dad, I love you but, Ponyboy needs me. I grab a jacket and Pony catches me from the window and we ran to a park and I see a mustang in the distance, I hope to god it’s not the socs.

I see Bob, Randy, and the other guys I forgot their names walking towards us. Ponyboy protects me from them, shit goes down by Pony almost getting drowned and I almost get sexually assaulted. I get crazy by grabbing a knife and stabbed Bob, I stabbed my best friend’s boyfriend. Pony wakes up and he looks at me with some blood on me and he looks to see Bob dead.

“Y/N, what happened?” Pony asked.

“He tried to kill you and he tried to sexually harass me, so I killed him, I’ve never done this before.” I shakily said.

“We need to get out of here.” He said.

“But where?” I ask.

“I know where to go.” He says.

I believe him. We go to the bar where Dally lives and we tell him everything on what happened a couple hours ago. Dally takes us to his bedroom and he gives us clothes which surprisingly felt so warm. Dal tells us where to go to an abandoned church, so we go to where he said where to go. While we were in the train car, I almost fell asleep in Pony’s arms. He woke me up to tell me we’re at the location where the church is at. I made Pony ask a farmer where the church is and finally got to it. To be honest, I love abandoned places, but I hope we don’t get caught but we’re in the middle of nowhere.

“I’m glad that we’re finally alone.” I say looking around.

“I’ve been wanting to be alone with you for a long time.” He wraps his arms around my waist.

I look at his face and I see those doe eyes, I love him but my parents and the socs think he’s dangerous because of who he’s hanging out with but some of them are so sweet. Pony kisses me, I kiss him back, I turn my body to face him, he holds me tight to make us lay on the floor to make out, we were like this for hours, him giving me hickeys, me moaning, him kissing my body, and me tugging his hair.

While we were there, we dyed our hair, I turned mine into black color and I turned his hair blonde, which he looks cute in blonde without greasy hair.

Dallas visits us and gives Pony a letter from Soda. Dallas tells me that there’s missing posters of me everywhere in town, I can’t believe that’s happening. Dallas takes us to Dairy Queen which I really miss the food. We go back to the church which is on fire. Pony and I save the kids.

We go to the hospital and Pony and I are at the waiting room and Darrel and Sodapop come in so Pony ran to them. My parents come in and they look disgusted on what they’re seeing, my changed hair and seeing Ponyboy looking beat up.

My parents kick me out so the Curtis’ said it’s okay for me to live in with them. Again I’m happy that I’m with Ponyboy, he just makes me so happy and he makes me feel safe.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #ponyboy curtis x you #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders #the outsiders smut #the outsiders imagine #greaser x socs #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy michael curtis #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy imagine #stay gold ponyboy #stay gold

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arrowflier · 3 years

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Omggg my heart is aching with the small Mickey and Ian one 😭😭 please do a part two fuckkkk

I’M SORRY ANON BUT LOOK LOOK I FIXED IT. Moved this to the top of my prompt list so I wouldn't leave you hanging.

Part 1 if anyone needs their heart broken before I make it better. The parallels will make more sense too.

It's early on a Saturday afternoon when Mickey sees it.

They're over at the Gallagher house, watching Franny while Debbie works and Liam studies upstairs. Mickey has just finished chasing Franny around the house in a rousing game of liquor store robbery and collapsed on the worn sofa next to Ian, letting the other man drape an arm over his sweaty shoulders.

"She wear you out?" Ian asks, amused, as he turns down the volume on whatever comedy show rerun he was watching.

Mickey shakes his head, letting the movement tuck him more thoroughly into Ian's hold.

"Nah, just gotta give Little Red a break," he claims, but grins when Ian raises his eyebrows at him.

The both turn back to Franny, still zooming around the living room like a ginger Tasmanian devil, and Ian laughs.

"Yeah, looks like you really did a number on her," Ian quips, and Mickey elbows him in the gut. Ian lifts him arm to grab Mickey by the hair, shaking him lightly.

Mickey smacks ineffectively at his husband's hand. "Hey man, watch the..." he trails off.

Because from the corner of his eye, he can see what Franny is up to. She’s bent over a box Debbie had brought down from the attic that morning, digging through old toys and papers, pulling out an old, raggedly, doll.

A doll that looks oddly familiar.

Mickey stares long enough that Ian notices, and releases him.

“Mick,” he starts, sounding worried. “You okay?”

Mickey clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he says, then, “where’d that old thing come from?”

Ian gives him a confused look, so he nods his head at the doll that Franny is now happily playing with on the living room floor. She bends it’s limbs in all sorts of unnatural directions as they watch.

“Oh, that?” Ian says casually. “That was Fiona’s I think. Debbie lugged it around for a while too, back before she stole that kid.”

Mickey’s head snaps toward him. “Stole the...” he shakes his head. “No, never mind, I don’t wanna know.” He sits quietly, feeling Ian’s eyes still on him, and thumbs the side of his nose.

“Why?” Ian finally asks, and Mickey huffs.

“Not important,” he says, then stands abruptly from the sofa. “Hey, why don’t we take the kid to the park today?”

Franny hears that. “Park?” she asks excitedly, jumping up from the floor. She runs over to Mickey, dragging the doll by an arm, until she can wrap her own arms around Mickey’s leg.

“Yeah kid, why not?” he offers, ignoring Ian’s confused face behind him. “Go get Liam too, little Einstein probably needs a break.”

Franny eagerly runs off to do as she’s told, and Ian stands to move forward next to Mickey. He wraps his arms around him from behind, loose but present, and Mickey leans back into it.

“What’s this about, Mickey?” Ian asks softly, but Mickey just shakes his head again.

“Tell you when we get there,” he promises instead. “It’s fine, Ian.”

Ian tightens his hold briefly, then lets go when the kids come storming back down the stairs, relenting. He helps Franny into her coat while Mickey helps Liam track his down under a stack of laundry, and then they’re out the door, and off.

The route to the park is familiar. They pass the building where Ian had pressed him against the wall in broad daylight to kiss the life out on the way to the L after a family dinner. And the alley where someone had tried to mug them one night only to run away when he saw Mickey’s tats, leaving them both laughing so hard they had to hold each other up.

When they got to the park itself, Mickey made straight for the bench where Ian had sat on his lap two weeks ago just to piss off some holier-than-thou, gentrifying housewife. Franny and Liam immediately made for the playground together, but Ian followed him, sitting close at his side this time with an arm around his waist.

For a moment, they just watch. Liam is helping Franny climb the jungle gym, no small feat considering that she still hasn’t let go of her new favorite toy: that dirty, torn, raggedy doll that Mickey had somehow recognized from twenty-odd years ago.

“So,” Ian finally starts. “We’re here.”

Mickey hums. “We are,” he agrees. He leaves it at that just long enough to feel Ian’s chest heave in a sigh, then smiles and scoots even closer.

“You come here a lot as a kid?” he asks Ian, who’s surprised by the question.

“Uh, I guess,” he answers slowly. “I mean, Monica brought us sometimes, but she’d kinda forget we were here, so we usually told her we didn’t want to go.” He turns his gaze to Mickey’s profile. “Why?”

Mickey shrugs. “Met you here,” he reveals, and can tell by the way Ian’s arm stiffens around him that the other man doesn’t know what to make of that.

“No, you didn’t,” Ian disagrees. “I think I’d remember that, Mick, come on.”

“Nah, I did,” Mickey insists, still not looking at him. “You were like, a baby then, you wouldn’t remember.” He knows Ian wants to respond to that, but he doesn’t let him, pushing on instead.

“Musta been you, Lip, and Fiona,” he tells Ian. “All together over by that sandbox.” He points at the broken plastic turtle that’s seen better times, now barely holding any sand at all. “Your idiot brother stole that damn doll from her and ran.”

“Franny’s doll?” Ian asks, intrigued. “How are you so sure?”

Mickey snorts, and finally turns to face him, one leg coming up onto the bench between them. Ian’s arm falls from his back, his hand landing on Mickey’s knee, where his thumb starts to stroke back and forth.

“I’d know you anywhere, Red,” he shares. “Your hair’s like a fuckin’ target man, can’t hide that shit.”

Ian blinks at him. “But you said I was a baby.”

“You were. Like, one or two, I guess? But you already had the hair.” Mickey reaches up with one hand, ruffles it through Ian’s close-cropped curls, and laughs when Ian goes cross-eyed trying to see what he’s doing. “Even then I wanted to fuckin’ touch it,” Mickey muses.

Ian finally catches that hand and brings it down between them, linking their fingers. “Why didn’t you?” he questions. “I mean, I didn’t know you for years after that, why didn’t you come talk to us?”

Mickey’s lips twist. “Tried to,” he admits. “Well, sorta. But Fiona was protective, and you started fuckin’ cryin’.” He looks down, then back up through his lashes. “Scared the shit out of me, man. Thought I fuckin’ broke you.” He shrugs. “So I left.”

They’re quiet for another moment, before Ian breaks the silence.

“Too bad,” he sighs. Mickey looks at him questioningly, and he grins. “If I’d known you were that soft earlier, I might have made a move before you tried to kill me.”

“Uncle Mickey, Uncle Ian!” Franny shouts, interrupting their moment. She runs toward them from the playground, Liam trailing behind her.

Mickey shifts to put both feet back on the ground, leaning forward to catch her as she barrels into his legs for the second time that day.

“What up Little Red?” he asks, but she’s too busy poking at the tattoos on his hand to respond.

He looks up when Liam answers instead. “Time to go back,” Liam says, “I gotta finish that workbook tonight.”

“Says who?” Mickey asks, and Liam rolls his eyes.

“Says me, because I don’t want to do it tomorrow,” he responds, and Mickey mumbles nerd under his breath, but obediently stands and hoists Franny up onto his hip.

“Nooo, Uncle Ian!” she cries, wriggling, and Mickey scoffs as Ian reaches over to take her with a shit-eating grin.

“Fine, take her,” Mickey says, “we all know I’m still the favorite.”

It’s Ian’s turn to roll his eyes, turning to carry Franny back toward the house. Liam follows behind them, but Mickey lingers.

He looks out over the playground again. He’s been there more in the last two years than he ever had been as a child, sat on that bench with Ian and run through the woodchips with Franny and even pushed Fred on the baby swings once. The kid had smiled up at him like he was the king of the world, even fucking reached for him after. It was a far cry from the days he prowled the edges, selling drugs and spotting targets for his pops. Even farther from the days he had wandered back on his own when his mom wasn’t there, just hoping to catch sight of that splash of fire-red again.

“Hey Mick!” the owner of that red hair calls from behind him. “You coming?”

Mickey smiles. He casts one more look over everything, then turns. Ian is waiting for him, Franny in his arms, Liam at his side, and Mickey goes to them. They know the way home, but he’ll walk it with them anyway.

#daily speedwrite #fic request #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #franny gallagher #liam gallagher #don't worry this one is happier #everything's fine now Mickey is fine #he's happy and he has a family and he can ruffle Ian's hair all he wants #fanfic

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alpacaparkaseok · 2 years

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this series is an ADDICTION b an ADDICTION

ch. 8

omg of course it’s you crazy fire man waitwaitwaitwaitwait I AM CONFUSED ONCE AGAIN was she kissing jimin ????? bc isn’t tae the italian maybe i should sleep maybe i’m losing it i thought you were kissing JIMIN, girl boss y/n!!!! you betrayed me !!! you betrayed the CAUSE !!! or maybe it was very clearly tae and i just got excited and sped read thinking it was jimin bc that sounds like a me thing to do one moment i need to grieve okay after grieving i do really love lambo boy they have a cute history so SIGH i can forgive you for tricking me girl boss y/n but you’re on thin ice !!!!!!

“You’re suddenly very afraid of the fact that it was Seokjin who caught you as you fell.” me too girl boss y/n me too. crazy fire man jin is crazy.

hehe angy jimin yes this is what we need

AHHHHH LAMBO BOYYYYY YOU FLIRT ugh b i’m getting attached to lambo boy if lambo autocorrects to l i m b o (i didn’t wanna actually type it and encourage this behavior) one more time i’ll lose it

AHHHHH crazy fire man jin is scaring me

ANGY JIMIN YESSSS

i think i’m gonna end up pivoting to girl boss y/n gets her childhood love, our beloved lambo boy, and then *i* can have angy jimin how does this sound guys i mean we’d be great together i’m italian he’s in the mafia what more do you need to know okay anyways i’m not completely betraying my cause YET but you know it’s always good to plan ahead

y’all i love crazy fire man jin i really do but like i’m concerned i’m worried about him getting his heart broken and also being anywhere near anything flammable or explosive

angy jimin is for real mad !!! OMG WHO HURT ANGY JIMIN I WILL TAKE YOU OUT WTF

ahhhh this is too tense everyone calm down !!!

omg nooooooo poor lambo boy being denied of his lambo !!!!!!!!!!!!! give it to him !!!!

ahhhhhhhhh this whole yadiel business sounds sad and oh no i see a flashback coming !!! NOOO THIS IS SAD B

hehe mystery man yoongi is a softie !!!!!!!

AWWWWW ANGY JIMIN :(((((

omggg yadiel is extra important interestingggg why are you thinking about what he’d do girl boss y/n ?????

i’m gonna make a wild prediction and say yadiel is her brother LOL i don’t really think that but it’s fun to just make guesses

AHHHHH HE BROUGHT UP THE THIRD CONDITION GIRLBOSS Y/N UR KIND OF A CHEATER i forgive you though and like special circumstances for sure this is all gonna catch up to you though !!!!

ahhhhhh jinnie you crazy lovable fire explosives man !!!!!

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i don’t actually think this needs much but i will admit my weakness and say that there’s no way i’ll fully catch up tonight. neither my emotional wellbeing nor my sleep schedule could handle it. it is physically paining me to take a break but i am running back as soon as i can tomorrow this is so fun and so good !!!! i can’t believe how much you’ve done with this series, b !!! i love it to pieces !!

just thinking about how if someone read this ask without knowing what you were talking about - that would be the most alarming/confusing thing ever for them sksksk

also your inner turmoil over Lambo boi getting the smooch and not jimin is pure poetry

"crazy fire man jin" 😂😂

"angy jimin" 😂 ok but seeing him a little pissed off is low-key so therapeutic for me

yaDIEL you say??

also your prediction is amazing.

honestly, I'm so proud of you for making it as far as you did before crashing. love it all!

#htss:asks #b:asks #naomi #dulce pjm

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seijorhi · 3 years

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asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

#ask #anon #rhi answers #ohh so many asks #i love you guys <33 #fic q's

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read-weep-repeat · 3 years

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🌙 omggg i’m actually in love with chapter 12 u have no idea

🥺 taetae was so happy and excited it was so cute i bet the poor guy is almost bursting to get his baby girl in pull-ups he just loves her so much and wants to take care of her it’s so sweet.

and that line “of course she’ll still want you, it’s not like she has much of a choice” 😳 now they’ve got her they’re never letting her go i love that so much - they’re gonna be gradually manipulating her to be completely dependent on them? babe i can’t waittttt.

i LOVE the idea of bringing her to korea it’s so good - it’s such a good way to make her more dependent on them because she can’t break the ‘no speaking to strangers’ rule even if she wanted to but IMAGINE the pure panic if she wandered off by herself - she wouldn’t even mean to but what if they brought her to a new toy store and she got distracted by a flashy display and didn’t realise no one was with her? when they found her again they would be like “do u have any idea how worried we’ve been princess?” and hold her so close and she would be apologising so much because she really didn’t mean to, but maybe joon would crouch down to her, wiping away her tears and say “it’s okay bug, we’re not mad, you just scared us is all, just promise never do that again okay?” and then they would make a rule that she always has to hold someone’s hand when they’re out because they can’t stand the thought of losing her again but also it would make her more dependent because she literally wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without at least one of them 🥺🥺

ALSO guggie got his name 😩 he must be so so so happy 🌙

- 🌙 anon

Sorry I sat on this, it’s just so cute 🥺

I could honestly see him crying when she comes out of one of their rooms all sleepy with only pull-ups on and saying she had a lil accident. He’d be so happy and would change her super slowly so it was intimate and loving for the both of them.

Babe manipulation is my fav yandere trait for soft ish yandere. Like we want you so we’re gonna to hurt others and make your world different so we can have you happily. Just 🤤

Her wandering off and just sitting down somewhere and crying because she needs help and needs to find her daddies but no one understands her? They’d scoop her up and take her to the house and not say anything when she latches onto them, but they’d be giddy and talk about it happily when she falls asleep.

They would definitely make that rule, making sure she can’t go anywhere alone, and if she tried then they’d just regress her and make her want to go with them.

I could see one of them crying cause they can’t find her and making her feel so bad about it when they immediately pick her up and cry about how scared they were that she left or that she got hurt. 🥺

One of them going “you scared me so much, I thought someone hurt our sweet baby.” And sobbing? Top tier.

#🌙 anon

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malfoysmaybank · 4 years

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Who Woulda Thought? - JJ Maybank

gif by @toesure

requested by @jailcalledlife

wc; idk a lot

request: Hi! I have an idea for a one shot or story, where a kook reader or character invites JJ to a family weekend or something because they don’t like her kook boyfriend and she thinks if they see JJ they’ll realize how her boyfriend is better for their lifestyle. But they all end up loving JJ and the reader ends up falling for him. And maybe the kook boyfriend could show up and show his true colors of him being a dick. Or her family members can say things like ‘oh we’ve never seen _ so happy’

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of !depressive episodes!, !self harm!, !cheating!, and nothing else more than what’s mentioned in the show.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO SO LONG. anyways, i love your requests! i’m super excited to write this omggg. if you want me to write for anybody else, let me know! i feel like i’m not giving you guys character diversity and it’s making me self conciousss. also, i’m not in any way romanticizing depression. if you’re suffering with mental health issues, i will make a separate post for hotlines and please look at therapists for your area! finally, i listened to this spotify playlist while writing, check it out!

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“I just don’t understand why you don’t like him!” You were furious at your parents. Your boyfriend of 3 months, Alex, had just met your parents to see if he could go on a family trip with you and let’s just say it didn’t go over well. “He seems suspicious honey! He seems like he’s hiding something and I just don’t trust him! He can’t come!” Your mom said, defensively. “You don’t know him like I do! UGH! This isn’t fair!” You stormed of to your room and slammed the door.

You pressed your back to the wall and sunk down to the floor. As you were fuming and contemplating, a sudden strike of genius hit you. If they don’t like your boyfriend now, just find someone worse to bring.

You quickly pulled out a notebook from your drawer and started writing the necessities of this terrible boyfriend.

A troublemaker. Preferably a criminal record.

A player. He’s gotta have a body count higher than 10, it will raise suspicions.

A heart breaker. Self-explanatory.

Drinks and smokes. Totally illegal.

Then, it hit you. There was one boy who perfectly fit your description: JJ Maybank. But how would you convince him?

Once you were positive your parents were asleep, you snuck off to the safe and pulled $2500 cash from it. Considering you were the wealthiest family on the island, it wasn’t noticeable. You threw on a coat and some boots and trudged out the door to where you knew he’d be.

You knocked on the door to the Chateau, hoping they weren’t asleep. A tall brunette that you’d come to know as John B. opened the door. “Can I help you?” He asked. “Is JJ busy?” You asked, half expecting him to be in the middle of a hook up. “Nah, he’s right in here. Come on in.” John B. opened the door slightly more so you could come in.

“Yo JJ! Someone’s here for you!” John B. yelled. “Tell them I’m not home!” You heard from a couple of rooms away. “A little too late for that, buddy!” You yelled and he instantly peeked around the corner. And there you stood. His crush since the 4th grade when you beat up Rafe Cameron because he was making fun of him. Not that you remembered. He came up to you and John B. left to give you a little privacy.

“What’s up, Y/N?” He asked nonchalantly like his heart wasn’t racing. You guys were pretty close friends but you barely got to see each other because of the difference in social and financial class. You couldn’t deny that you had a crush on him, but you knew it would never go anywhere. How could it? He was JJ Maybank, the lady killer, and you were just... Y/N.

“So, basically my parents hate my boyfriend and I need to use you as a fake so they’ll realize he’s not that bad compared to you.” You said. “Thanks for the compliment.” He said sarcastically. “Anyways, what’s in it for me?” You held up the wad of cash. His eyes went wide. “$2500 and a free trip. You in?” You smiled. “Hell yeah, let’s do this shit.” He said and laughed, still shocked at the amount of money you had. You held the money out to him and he grabbed it. “Thank you so much, you don’t know how much I needed this right now.” JJ said. You felt oddly happy for the blonde boy in front of you. “Alright, Meet me at 2 pm sharp with your stuff packed for 2 days.” You said. “Roger that!” He said with a salute and a smirk. You tried to hide the blush that rose to your cheeks. Maybe a week with JJ Maybank wouldn’t be too bad...

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JJ got to your home at 2 pm with his bag packed, as promised. You introduced JJ to your parents and your father asked to have a chat with him. Of course, he knew JJ. He loved JJ, he was reliable with work and always kind towards their family. He just wanted to make sure he could take care of his daughter. “Take a seat.” JJ sat down on the couch next to your dad. “So first off, do you love my daughter?” he asked. “So much, sir. She’s perfect.” JJ said and surprisingly, he really meant it. “She is, isn’t she? What are your intentions with my daughter?” He continued. “I want her to feel loved and supported. I’ll do anything to make her happy.” Again, 100% true. “And if you break her heart...” Your dad started but JJ cut him off. “Sir, if I break her heart, you have my full permission to use a chainsaw to cut my limbs off.” Your father laughed and shook his hand. “I like you. I think you’ll be good for Y/N.” “I sure hope so.”

“He’s coming with us!” Your dad said, patting JJ’s back and heading to the car. JJ pulled you aside. “So how will we make this convincing? I promise I won’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable doing.” JJ said, obviously flustered. “Relax, Maybank. I’ll lead so you won’t feel nervous about trying something new. Got it?” You could tell he was very nervous about this trip and you wanted this to be as comfortable for him as possible. “Gotcha.” You walked back to the car and got in.

It was an 8 hour drive from the Outer Banks to New York. Towards the end of the car ride, you fell asleep, using JJ’s lap as a pillow. He played with your hair as he admired you. “She’s so gorgeous.” He said under his breath. “Awe, aren’t you two the sweetest little things!” Your mom said and JJ blushed. “Yeah, you could say that.” He just continued looking at you with all the love in the world, even if it wasn’t returned. He just wanted to make you feel loved.

When you got to New York, it was around 10 pm. You were still tired from pulling an all-nighter the night before, so JJ gave you a piggyback ride to the hotel. He had never been to the city before so it was all very new to him. The billboards in Time Square, the street food everywhere, the gigantic buildings, it was astonishing to him. But as he felt your warm arms around his neck and you felt his calloused hands on your thighs, the world revolved around the two of you. Time felt slower. You forgot about Alex for the longest time, that was until he called you in the middle of the night and you went out into the hallway to answer.

“Really?! That Pogue over me? Are you SERIOUS right now, Y/N?!” Alex was screaming at you through the phone and you were sure that you had woken a couple rooms. “No! It’s not like that I-” He cut you off. “Don’t even deny it, you slut. We’re done. Now, I don’t have to feel guilty about sleeping with your best friend. Have fun with your new boyfriend.” He ended the call, leaving you silently sobbing in the middle of the hallway.

You suddenly heard a voice. “What’s all that noise abou- hey, hey, hey! What’s wrong, Y/N?” His voice was laced with concern and you stood up and hugged him tightly. He hugged back. “Hey, what’s up? What happened?” He said softly. You took a deep breath in. “A-Alex cheated o-on me and then broke up with m-me.” You said between sobs and he hugged you closer. “I’ll kill him, I swear to god.” He said between gritted teeth. Your parents luckily hadn’t woken up, they were in a different room.

“No, no. Can we just go to bed?” You looked up at him and his eyes softened seeing you that vulnerable. “Yeah, yeah. Come on.” He said delicately, afraid if he said it any louder, you’d break.

You guys went into the room. “Here, you can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the chair over here.” He said. “No, just sleep in the bed.” You said. “No, I’m not making you sleep on the chair.” “I was suggesting more like we just share the bed and nobody sleeps on the chair. Unless that makes you uncomfortable..” You rushed in at the end. “As long as you’re okay with it.” He said. He got in right next to you. You hesitantly inched closer. He instinctively pulled an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him so your head laid on his chest. His raspy voice spoke up. “Goodnight, Y/N.” he said quietly. “Goodnight, JJ.”

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The next morning, you woke up next to JJ. Talk about a blessing in disguise. You looked up at him, but he was already looking down at you. His blond hair fell messily over his sun-kissed skin. He looked absolutely gorgeous. “Morning, sunshine.” He said softly. You got up and opened the window, making JJ throw his arm over his eyes. “Too bright! Too bright!” He exclaimed and you laughed at his foolishness. You looked out the window again. “Woah.” You said, admiring the view. JJ stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’ll say,”JJ added. But he wasn’t looking outside, he was looking at you.

“Awe, you two are so cute.” Your parents stood in the door way, and your mom held a hand to her heart, smiling. “Hi, mom! How’d you sleep?” You and JJ turned and JJ put his head where your neck met your collarbone. You nuzzled into his touch. “I slept well, and I can see you guys woke up on the right side of the bed!” Your mom giggled “Well, you definitely aren’t wrong there.” JJ said and you blushed. “Well be ready in 2 hours, we’ve got plans today!” Your mom walked out and you got ready for a shower.

JJ got ready and flopped on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about this morning. Those tiny little intimate moments meant a lot to him. He made the decision that he’d make a move soon. Maybe even today.

Throwing on a cropped tee, some high-waisted jean shorts, and some vans, you walked out to see JJ ready to go, lying on the bed. “Something on your mind?” you asked, sitting at the end of the bed, next to his stretched out form. “A little, but it’s chill.” JJ said, sitting up so he was next to you, shoulders touching. “Well, what’s up? You helped me last night, my turn to help you out.” You said. “I don’t know, I just kinda have a huge crush on this one girl.” JJ said, completely in love.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach. You thought that you two had something. Something that made you blush when his fingers traced your skin, something that made you crave his attention. Guess he didn’t feel the same. Nonetheless he was still your friend, so you would do anything to help him out. “Wanna talk about her?” You asked as casually as you could, trying not to show your hurt. “She’s gorgeous. So sweet and caring, always willing to help others out. Not only is she beautiful, she’s also hot as hell. I mean, damn, she is smokin’.” JJ said. “What else?” You continued. “You just don’t get it, do you?” JJ stood up, chuckling. You stood up next to him, confused.

“I don’t know what you mean-” You were cut off by JJ’s lips on yours. You sank into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck and his falling to your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet full of energy and love you held for each other. You only pulled away once you needed air. You nuzzled your face into his neck and he put his chin on the top of your head. Once you caught your breath, you realized what just happened.

He shivered as your breath tickled his neck. “You’re adorable, you know that?” He said and you giggled. “I guess you don’t have to pretend in front of your parents anymore, huh?” You looked up at him. “I guess that could go for both of us, huh?” You said. “Sweetheart, I was never pretending.” He kissed you, this time better than the first. He pulled away and said “We have some time to spare before we leave, huh? Wanna watch a movie or something?” You giggled and kissed him for the third time. God, you could get used to this.

“You guys ready?” Your mom opened the door to find you asleep and JJ holding you, still awake. “She is, I just have to wake her up.” JJ said, still looking at you. “Okay, we have time so don’t feel the need to rush.” your mom said. She loved how JJ treated you. She knew he really loved you. Her mind wandered to the night she knew she wanted you two to get together.

You had fallen into a depressive episode. You were asleep in your room and your mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She was exhausted. She wanted to help you, but nothing worked. She missed you, wanted her bubbly daughter back. So she called the only person she hoped could help you. The phone rang twice before he picked up. “Good evening Mrs. Y/L/N, is everything okay?” JJ’s voice carried through the phone. “Hey JJ, I have a favor to ask. I know you and Y/N aren’t really friends, but she really needs your help right now. I don’t know how tell you, how early can you get here?” Your mom pleaded through the phone. “I’ll be there in 5.”

JJ sped to your house. He’d never admit it, but he cared about you a lot and had definitely developed a crush on you after working for your dad for so long. Of course, your mother knew this. After an encounter with his father, he’d always come to your mother. He didn’t know why he trusted her so much, but he felt like his secrets were safe with her. And they were, not even you or your father heard of his visits.

He knocked on the door and your mom answered merely seconds later. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt, is she?” JJ asked frantically. “Well, not physically I hope. She’s having an episode, it’s really bad JJ.” Your mother said, holding back tears. He wrapped her in a comforting hug. After a moment, she pulled away and pointed towards your room.

JJ quietly walked towards your room and gently knocked on the door. No answer. He quietly walked in. You weren’t there. He heard something clink lightly on the floor. “Y/N, are you in there? It’s JJ.” He heard a muffled sob and immediately burst in, not expecting what he was about to see. You were on the floor, blood trickling down your arm and a razor in your hand.

You hadn’t noticed him moving in front of you, too busy focusing on the slits in your arm. He firmly but carefully held your arm.“I’m sorry, I’m not gonna let you do that.” he grabbed the razor and threw it in the trash. You tried to reach for it, but JJ cupped your cheeks with his calloused hands and looked deeply into your eyes. “I’m so sorry you think of yourself this way. I want to help, what can I do?” He asked, wiping your tears as he went. You stayed quiet. “How many hours has it been since you’ve eaten?” He asked softly. You looked so delicate, he was afraid you’d break if he spoke any louder.

He gestured for you to hold a number on your hands. You raised all 10 fingers and then 2, signaling 12 hours. “Okay, I’m gonna get you something to eat. Can you walk or do you want me to carry you down? I’m not comfortable leaving you here alone.” You held up your arms and he situated you so you were on his back, piggyback style. He was gentle and caring with you, making sure you were comfortable. He had sent your mother to bed, knowing she was tired and assured her he’d take care of you. He set you down on a stool and started looking at food options. “Okay. So our options right now are cereal, pizza, grilled cheese, or soup. What’re you feeling?” He looked to you. “Soup, please.” You looked up at JJ with weak eyes and it took everything in him to not break and pull you into his arms and never let go. No, he had to be strong for you.

He told you to go sit down in the living room and he’d be there in a minute. He pulled the can of chicken soup off the shelf and poured it in the pot. He then got a blanket, some movies, and some pretzels and shoved those in a backpack so he didn’t have to make extra trips. He grabbed the bowls of soup and walked out to the living room. He set the bowls of soup on the coffee table for a minute and opened his backpack. “Okay, so I know I can’t cure your depression. I know this won’t just be fixed with a hug and some food. But I wanna be able to help you. So every night this week, I’m gonna come over, check on you, make some food, and we can watch a movie. I’m gonna keep doing that until I know you’re okay. Sound good?” You nodded and he pulled out the blanket, pretzels, and movie options.

New York was a BIG city. You knew this, of course. But JJ had never traveled outside of the outer banks. So when you stepped out of that hotel, he saw just how big the city was. Your parents walked ahead of you and you and JJ stayed behind, holding hands and talking.

“So this morning, we’re hanging out in Times Square, which is basically the heart of New York city. On our way there, a lot of people will bump in to you. Don’t get heated, they don’t mean it, it’s just very crowded here.” He nodded and you squeezed his hand. “Second: don’t give any money to people on the side of the road, not all of them need it. I know it seems cruel, and it feels that way too. It’s just that there’s so many scammers out there that it’d be better to donate to a charity that funds housing for those people. Okay?” “Yeah, that makes more sense once you add in the charity part.” He said, following along.

“Three: you aren’t paying for anything here because 1. prices are really high in New York City and 2. I won’t let you and I don’t think my parents will either so that’s final. And don’t feel bad, I’m doing it because I care about you. And four, walk fast. There’s no time for slow pokes in New York and within 2 minutes, you’ll be a mile behind us. I have my phone, and the streets are numbered so if you do get lost, text me what streets you’re on, the corner signs should tell you. Like right now...” You pointed to the corner signs. “Let’s say you’re at 24th East and 5th South. I’ll then text you where we are and we won’t move. So let’s say we’re at 35th East and 6th South. so you’d go 11 streets east, use the compass on your phone, and one south. I’ll stay on the phone with you the whole time. But I doubt that will happen.” You held up your linked hands. “If we stay like this.” He smiles. “Good thing I like holding your hand.” He kisses the back of your hand and you kept walking.

“Tonight, we’re going to see a Broadway show. This is a musical theatre show called Hamilton.” He nodded. “I’ve seen that on Disney Plus! Kie pays for it. It’s my favorite!” He said. “I love musical theatre, though I haven’t seen it in a while. Since there’s no theatre here, I sometimes pay off the people who do outdoor movie nights to play a musical movie.” JJ says. You squeeze his hand and say “Well, you’ll enjoy this so much better.” He beamed.

You were tired from the long day, but you have to admit, it was probably the best night of your life. JJ collapsed on the bed, still beaming. You opened your bag from the disney store to toss him his blue stitch plushie (his favorite disney character) and you grabbed your matching pink one. You then grabbed your playbills, both signed by the cast, and set them on the side table next to your bed. “That was the most fun I think I’ve ever had.” He said and you giggled. “Too bad we only stayed here for a weekend.” You said. “Hey quick question.” “I’m listening” he said. “Okay so I know this sounds dumb but, what are we? Like I think I know but I just want to clarify with you.” He sat up. “Well, I never really asked but here goes. Do you want to be with me?” He asked. “Yes, yes please!” You said excitedly. He pulled you in for a kiss and your legs wrapped around his waist. Nothing sexual about it, just more comfortable. You were in love with JJ Maybank. And you couldn’t be more ecstatic!

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bakugous-bbygirl · 4 years

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OMGGG I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT CATCHING FEEELS GAHH IM SORRY I JUST LOVE THAT YOU LISTEN TO PPCOCAINE SO IM MAD VIBING WITH YOU FOR DOING IMAGINES BUT YEAH CATCHING FEELINSG WITH KIRI BAKUGO MINA AND DENKI PLZZZZZ

~Bakusquad and catching feels~

Woo you don’t know how excited I am for this song. Top teir song here. I’m gonna throw in Sero because he’s like my second favorite and we can’t have the Bakusquad without Sero.

18+ little riské. Get ready for swearing and the whole deal but this time. Squirting is mentioned.

Mina

Hi daddy

I wanna take things nice and slow (Spain, what you doin'?)

I want you to touch me, I want you to love me

It's trap bunny bubbles

Fuck the roleplay, I’ll be your slave

Dive in the pussy, come and ride this wave

Open me up, I won’t misbehave

Any time of the night, I wanna be your crave

Fuck the roleplay, I’ll be your slave

Dive in the pussy, come and ride this wave

Open me up, I won’t misbehave

Any time of the night, I wanna be your crave

Loooook she actually didn’t know this song at first

Like looked at you and it was all sexual

She totally had no clue it was your favorite artist

Took your word on it too for anytime of the night

Girl literally woke you up by diving in

Your not complaining just you weren’t expecting it

She definitely touches you and loves on you

It can start off all soft and shit

You two absolutely get it on to this song

The others are more vibe then sex

This one is just perfect for you two

Don’t be expecting to get off her face anytime soon

Sero

Would you lie for the pussy?

Would you cry for the pussy? (Cry)

Would you die for the pussy? (Die)

Get high off the pussy? (High)

Yeah, this pussy so fire (Fire)

One lick, and it hard

Just starin' at mine, no, won't get tired

Can you kiss me down from head to toe?

Do you feel it wet? Feel that water flow?

Can you do it, baby, kiss me down below?

Oh, slide it in, nice and slow

Oh wow.

Was not ready at all.

You guys weren’t high. Weren’t doing much of anything just relaxing.

And boom just got the nerve to make him hard like that

Went down on you for like a solid 3 hours

You were tired and overstimulated but man he felt great

Hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet and it’s already a wrap.

He of course went in nice and slow

For the tease and because he thought you might pass out if he didn’t

He took his time with you like he didn’t just destroy your clit by sucking on it so much

Still rubbed on it and gave every bit of you attention

Got a good squirt out of you too.

That only got him started all over again boy you were in for the works tonight.

Denki

Touch my body, how's it feel?

I won't tell, let's make a deal

Tell me if that love is real

Baby, are you catchin' feels?

Touch my body, how's it feel?

I won't tell, let's make a deal

Tell me if that love is real

Baby, are you catchin' feels?

Are you catchin'? (Are you?)

Are you catchin' feels? (Catchin' feels)

Are you catchin'? (Are you?)

Are you catchin' feels? (Are you catchin'?)

(Oh, woah-oh, oh)

I keep fallin'

He thought it was pretty sweet

Of course he had caught feels for you and your voice

Also other things but we’ll talk about that later

It reminded him of you guys first time together

You kept instructing him on where to touch and that it was okay to touch you anywhere

but he continued to check with you (consent is sexy people)

Slow soft and sweet

Poor boy didn’t even really feel intressed in getting himself off

He made it all about you

And he will again in a heartbeat

He doesn’t even overstimulate you too much if your not into it.

Don’t you love a man who cares about you.

Very great boyfriend 10/10

Bakugou

Think about you all the time

Tell me if this love's a crime (If it is a crime)

Don't need a chance 'cause I got a dime

Just say the words and I'll make you mine (I'll make you mine)

I think I'm fallin', fallin' in love (Fallin' in love)

P-p-play with this kitty, baby

Do you feel the drip? (Drip, drip)

You know I got the whip, whip

When it feels, text back (Say what?)

Know you wanna hit back

Let's get to business, baby

Here, grab this (Here's a pillow)

We can go real slow, we can keep it on the low

No, nobody gotta know what we're doin' on the low (On the low)

Hands down your panties in a flash

Was still gentle and held you in his lap while making you squirm like crazy

He isn’t a man to take his time very often with you but he actually really enjoyed it

Watching every subtle change your face made as he moved his fingers just slightly diffrent.

Was head over heels crazy for it and wants to do it so much more

It turned into a mutual thing.

You were still a little tired from your head start on him but you refuse to leave your boyfriend hanging

Both of you enjoyed and soaked in how flushed the other looked

He Had to cum on your stomach and watch you move it around to your pussy

That was a day to put to memory

And by that he means his phones memory

Got concent of course but he was fumbling like an idoit when you actually said he can take a picture of you

God damn he really loves the hell out of you (almost made it his wallpaper but you thankfully talked him out of that)

Kirishima

Now you catchin' feels

We could fuck in the showers (Can we?)

Your sex give me power (I'm so powerful)

Gettin' high as a tower (So high)

Even bought me flowers (Bought me flowers)

I know this love is real (Know this love is real)

I wanna give you all my love and affection (Oh, oh)

Ain't just sex connections (No, no)

Show me what you been texting' (I know)

I'm lovin' all your perfections (Perfections, perfections)

Lead me the right direction (Show the way)

I'll find your heart, no question (All the way)

God he couldn’t breathe while watching you

This had so resulted with you in his lap

Even if you weren’t grinding or anything just watching your eyes had him spent

He couldn’t even look away

He didn’t want to either

Gentle hands all over your sides and back and your ass

Gentle hands but damn harsh kisses

Harsh in a love type of way

Like this is the last time he’ll ever get to touch you

But as long as your his he’ll damn make sure nothing comes between you too

Neck biting and back scratching the whole works

The sex was mind blowing

Like just against about any surface that could hold both your weights

The house reeks of your passionate love but neither of you really care

Oh lord this is not how I expected this to go but I’m so glad it did. I may have went a little overboard on some but we can be mature about it here. This was such a gentle song I didn’t even notice until I was in the middle of writing and I was like: there’s no choice.

Any who! This is her last song as of right now but I will dive on any chance to do any of her new songs just you watch

#my hero academia #bakusquad #mina ashido #hanta sero #denki kaminari #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #mina x reader #sero x reader #denki x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #x reader #mha x reader #boko no hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #ppcocaine

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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I’ve been reading your Royai collection (and absolutely loving it) and I can’t get this prompt out of my head. Can you write a Royai who don’t think they deserve happiness because of the things they’ve done but will allow moments of joy together? And when they can’t handle the despair they’ll spend an intimate night together just to to get the strength to move toward the future? Thanks!! We love a hurt/comfort Royai

omggg thank you sm for this prompt 💕 yeah u right we do love hurt/comfort royai i’m a sucker for it uwu hope you enjoy! 💖

Riza was waiting for the knock on her apartment door when it came. She’d been antsy since she’d gotten the phone call and afterwards, she hadn’t strayed far from her couch closest to the door. It was after midnight. She should be asleep, however something told Riza sleep wouldn’t come so easily for her tonight.

Opening the door, she eyed her visitor critically, noting how the rain outside had soaked his hair, leaving droplets dripping off their ends. His clothes were drenched as well, a wet sheen very apparent all over his body.

“Come in,” she beckoned, ushering him in the door hurriedly. “Did you walk all the way here?”

“I was at the bar,” he replied, his voice hoarse. So, he’d been drinking. Riza also noted how he staggered to the left, but caught himself on the wall, leaving a wet hand print against the paint.

“Easy,” Riza soothed, grasping his shoulders lightly and directing him towards her bedroom. Through there was her bathroom, where he’d need to go to dry off and change into something dry.

Roy seemed to know exactly where he was going and why, his feet carrying them both towards their destination. He never said a word and from his posture and the way he carried himself, Riza knew something was wrong. He’d been drinking for a reason, tonight. It wasn’t a business call at Christmas’ Bar.

Riza clicked on the light and Roy flinched at the sudden light. He came to rest in the middle of the room, simply looking at himself in the mirror. Her hands fell from his shoulders, coming to rest by her sides.

“Are you all right?” she murmured, looking at his eyes through the reflection in the mirror. His stared right back at her while he remained frozen in place.

He wasn’t all right. That much was clear as day. Riza just wanted him to say anything.

“No.”

Her heart ached with the pain she heard in his tone.

“All right.”

Busying herself, Riza bent underneath the sink and pulled out a towel from the cupboard there. She turned on the shower, turning the temperature up hot enough that it had begun to pour steam into the room. No doubt he’d just stand there under the spray, completely still, and Riza didn’t want Roy to scald himself. If he did, he’d probably bear it anyway, thinking he deserved it.

From his tone and his expression, she’d determined the reason for his behaviour. He was back there. In Ishval. He was struggling with it, so headed to his mother’s bar to try and forget. It was past closing time, and he obviously wasn’t ready to be alone yet, so he’d sought her out. Riza knew exactly how he felt, because she’d been there herself more times than she could count. They both had.

Peeling the wet coat off his shoulders, Riza bundled it up in her arms as she stepped back, looking at him once more in the slightly steamed up mirror. He’d simply watched her, still unmoving, and had done while she’d got the shower ready for him.

“Take all the time you need,” she murmured, stepping out the room quietly and closing the door behind her.

She hung his coat up on the peg by her front door and eventually heard movement from her bathroom. There was a change in the rate the water was falling, signalling he’d stepped inside to heat himself up. She hadn’t missed how he was shivering underneath her hands as they’d walked.

Hayate yawned as he walked to greet her in the living room. Riza sat on her couch once more to wait, beckoning her pup up onto her lap. She listened carefully for any change in her guest’s movements as Hayate curled up on her legs, closing his eyes as she stroked his fur.

After twenty minutes with no change, Riza bit her lip. Lifting Hayate gently up and onto her couch, Riza re-entered her bedroom and knocked on her bathroom door.

“Roy?” she called out.

Silence.

Opening the door only slightly, Riza was blasted with heat.

“Roy, are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

Her stomach twisted at how desolate he sounded.

“Sorry,” he apologised, turning the water off. “I’m just coming out.”

“Okay. Take your time.”

She noticed a pile of his wet clothes folded neatly by the bathroom door. Before she left, Riza bent to pick it up, putting it in her washing machine so she could get them clean and dry them out for tomorrow.

Roy joined her five minutes later, wearing the clothes she’d set out for him. It was a pair of his own jogging bottoms he’d left here one night, along with a t-shirt. The hand towel she’d given him was draped over his shoulders, catching the drips from his soaking hair. Apparently, he didn’t have the strength to dry it for himself.

“Here,” she murmured, beckoning him towards the couch. He sat heavily. Hayate was jostled from his sleep and whined grumpily. He hopped down onto the floor and Roy blinked at him, not even realising he’d been there.

“Sorry, boy,” he murmured sadly, opening his hand to his canine friend.

Hayate approached and sniffed, ducking his head so that Roy would rub his hand over his head and give him scratches, which he did.

Riza watched on, smiling at the exchange and happy that the two most important men in her life got along so well, even if it was her superior and her dog. It meant a lot to her. While he was distracted, Riza lifted the towel off Roy’s shoulders and began to gently rub his hair dry. He froze in place, causing Hayate to beg quietly for more scratches. Riza continued with her task, disregarding how Roy had stiffened underneath her touch.

She probably took longer than she should have, but she enjoyed drying his hair with the towel, then running her hands through it to make sure it didn’t get all tangled. From the way he sighed in content and leaned backwards on her couch, Roy enjoyed it very much too. Once she’d stopped, they both met each other’s eyes, suspended in time and lost in their depths.

Hayate sneezed, breaking them both out of the trance they’d found themselves in, and both looked away at the same time. Riza’s cheeks were heating up after seeing the intensity of his stare. She walked into her bedroom and tossed the towel into her hamper but paused just before it. Roy had neatly folded up the towel he’d used and placed it on top.

“How are you doing?” she asked, returning to sit by his side on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, letting out a shuddering breath. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“It’s all right,” she smiled reassuringly at him.

“No, it’s after midnight. I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

“Roy, we’ve both been here numerous times before,” she reminded him gently. “And I’ll continue to be here for you as long as you need me.”

His eyes finally met hers and she saw the sheen of his eyes.

“I just…” His sigh was heavy as he leaned forward, covering his face with his hands.

Riza placed a hand on his back, beginning to rub circles on it, hoping it would offer him some comfort. Silence followed and Riza quietly told him to take his time.

“You’re too good to me Riza,” he smiled at her sadly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I think you do,” she replied. She continued, noting the furrowing of his brow. “I think you deserve someone to keep you on the right path and remind you that it’s okay not to be okay sometimes.”

He huffed, rubbing his face with his hands. “It’s not sometimes. It’s most of the time.”

“I know,” she soothed. “Me too.”

“I just needed to see you. I don’t know why. I can’t describe it. I just did.”

She was honoured, but in a way, it saddened her. It wasn’t for the reason most women would be excited about. It was because she knew exactly what horror he’d been through and was the only person who understood his personal hell.

“Thank you for coming to me.” She’d hate to think what state he’d be in if he’d gone home with more drink. “I’m more than happy to help.”

“I don’t think I deserve your help,” he sighed sadly. “I don’t think I deserve anyone’s help.”

“I can tell you that you do.” Riza shifted closer to him, placing a hand on his bicep and snaking the other across his back to his other shoulder. She leant her head against the shoulder closest to her, offering him a side hug. “You’re a good person, Roy. You do deserve it.”

“I’m not good,” he scoffed lightly. “Not after what I did.”

“We had no choice, remember?”

“I could’ve walked away. I could’ve fought.”

“If you did, you would’ve been demoted,” she reminded him gently. They’d had this conversation before. “And those poor people would have died either way, but by mortar and gunfire instead.” She swallowed, because if he had, she would’ve been called in to pick up the pieces. “If you did, you’d never be able to rebuild Ishval and prevent something like that from happening again.”

He didn’t reply.

“I’ll be here for you, okay?” she told him, squeezing his bicep and his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere and you’re more than welcome to stay here tonight.”

“I… I don’t know.”

“If you don’t that’s fine too,” she reassured him. “But to be honest? I’d rather you stayed here. I don’t want you being alone,” she admitted. “Not like this.”

Roy turned his head and Riza lifted hers in response. Slowly, their lips met but once they connected, the urgency of the kiss increased. Breaking apart, their breaths mingled together as they both panted.

“I…” He faltered, pressing his forehead against hers. “I need you,” he admitted, and Riza understood immediately.

They came together once more, Riza falling back on the couch as Roy moved his body over hers. Their lips didn’t stray far from one another as he tugged the hem of her pyjama top up, his hands finding her sides and lower back. She gasped underneath him, pulling at the waistband of his trousers.

Roy pulled them both up, lifting Riza’s legs around his waist as he moved to stand. She was flush against his chest, hands lost in his damp hair, as Roy carried her through to her bedroom.

“I love you,” he whispered against her throat, lying over her in her bed.

Riza’s hands blindly found his jaw and tugged him gently back up so she could see his face.

“I love you too, Roy,” she breathed. “More than anything.”

The kiss sealed their confessions and carried them further into the night. When they awoke the next morning, they were both still tangled up in each other, loath to move. They might not think they deserved happiness, but stolen moments like that night kept them pushing forward. It reminded them both they weren’t alone in this fight and never would be. It was the perfect comfort they both needed in order to face the next day.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #ask #heartsquake #writing prompt #fic request #emma writes

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perksofbeingaharrie · 5 years

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Omggg just the fluffiest of fluff there could possibly be maybe they’re both famous and they have a lazy day

Ah, the fluff has my insides💖💓💞💖💝💞💗💖

Thank you for the lovely requests! Keep sending in more!

-Shri❤️

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The realization that morning has in fact set in is brushed off with the sweet afterthought of it being a day off. The window curtains are drawn away, allowing the sun to spread its rays over their huge bed up till the headboard.

She groans and buries her head in the pillow. Lifting her hand to pat on the other side of the bed, she feels around for the warm body of her beau - his side, however found empty.

With pinched eyes and severe unclear vision, she lifts her head to look around the room for him. A moment later, the click of the bathroom door opening and closing heard and Harry walks towards the bed adjusting his sweatpants around the waist while yawning gloriously.

She smiles and drops her head back on the pillow, turning her face to the opposite side from him.

“Good morning to you too.” He says languidly, lying back on the bed and scooting closer to her, winding his arm around her body.

Snuggling close into her hair, he sighs.

“Mmmhmm.” She hums, burying her face into her pillow.

A moment silence goes by. Either of them don’t utter a word, unmoving. She has almost dropped back to sleep when he speaks up.

“I didn’t go to the gym today.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sleeping, baby?”

Her hum comes out softer, almost a lazy mewl.

“Wanna get up anytime soon?”

Shaking her head, she groans with irritation of his pestering her in this vulnerable hour of the morning.

Wrapping his leg casually around her waist, he rubs his body against her, landing his face right on top of her face’s side.

“Harry…” She tuts, her voice scarcely audible.

He whines against her skin, pressing his lips directly on her ear.

Silence takes over again. She finds peace to sleep away again but he interrupts her holy moment.

“Let’s get breakfast.” He says in her ear.

“Hmm.”

“C’mon, baby. Get up. Let’s go out and get breakfast.”

“No.” She whines against the pillow cover, her voice muffling.

He shoves her body against her, shaking her body violently.

“From what it looks like, I am not getting any home made breakfast today. Might as well go out and have a biscuit.”

“No, Harry.” She fake cries. “Going out means I’ll have to get into some hip gym clothes for the paparazzi and I have neither energy nor money for it.”

“Oh, sucks.” He snickers.

“Let’s order something.”

“Order breakfast? Is that even a concept?”

She chuckles. “Yes, my cave man, it is. Omelets, pancakes, waffles, coffee, everything at you doorstep.”

He snorts. “Thank you, next.”

She lets out a giddy laugh. “Then it’s best here, in bed.”

“Mmmhmm.” He hums a reply.

A good five minutes later, she pops her question amidst the silence.

“Where’s my phone?”

“I dunno. Check on your side table.”

She strains her neck to peek a glance at the table. It’s appears empty of her phone.

“It’s not here, check on your side.”

“It’s not here either.”

She snorts. “You did not even lift your head.”

Shaking his head, he buries his face closer in her hair. “It’s not here.”

“Harry!” She scolds. “You haven’t even checked.”

He groans. “Mmhmm, I can’t. Let’s just pretend your phone does not exist.”

Shaking her head, she replies, “I’d say the breakfast outing stands cancelled.”

“Hmm.”

Snuggling closer to his warmth, she pushes her lower body closer to his.

“Okay, fine. At least tell me the time from the table clock.”

“Check on your side.”

“Jesus, Harry. I am 101% sure the table clock is on your side, so turn you ass the fuck up and tell. Me. The. Time.”

Pinching her side, he growls in her ear. “Early in the morning, y/n. Potty mouth.”

Finally in defeat, he leaves her body and turns to his table side. She snickers to herself.

“So, the time?”

“Turn on your back and I’ll tell you.”

She does, reluctantly and flutters her eyes open, finding Harry leaning on his elbow towards her face.

“So…”

“Kiss me, first.”

She scrunches up her nose. “No, morning breath!”

He rolls his eyes. “We’ve both not freshened up. All the germs exchanged in the process would cancel each other out, I’m serious!”

She shakes her head, laughing. “Nice try, baby.”

“You want to know the time, right? So c’mon, picker up those lips for me.”

“Okay, Okay. But anywhere but the mouth.”

His eyebrow cocks. “Serious?”

She nods.

“Then I get them in return too.”

He begins trailing his kisses up from her forehead, down her cheeks and chin, spreading over her jaw and halting a moment at the junction between her neck and chest. He looks up at her, her eyes cast down to him in amusement of his next move.

He smirks, and continues his trail down the expanse of her collar bones to in between the shirt that dips at the breasts’ valley, bunching the material in his mouth and sliding it further down to expose her naked skin underneath.

His teeth nip just above her each breast, sucking over certain desirous spots that have her back arching. Watching her in this delirious state, he pauses and waits for her to look back at him,

Then, humorously, he begins planting open mouthed kisses down on her torso and stomach, lifting her shirt to give a direct contact of his warm mouth.

She giggles all through this, his kisses on her sides and stomach erupting ticklish feels all through her body.

They are a laughing mess when he slides back up to her face, holding her gaze down with his. In a second, he captures her lips in his without her notice and kisses her to his muse.

Her protests comes a while later when she realizes what is happening but they are all suppressed by the deliberate dirty moans he blows into her mouth. That leaves her laughing against his mouth.

“Christ; Harry!”

He grins back at her, planting another kiss on her lips.

“What is the time now?” She asks, traveling her hands up his head and scratching the back of his neck.

“Time for us to have another kissing sesh.”

She widens her eyes, protesting. “Gee-“

He cuts her off with another smacking kiss on her lips.

“Just tell me, is it any close to lunch time yet?”

“Pfftt, far from it.” He rolls his eyes dramatically.

“Then I am thinking we can fit in another make out sesh.”

He grins, all teeth and crinkles.

“Thinking? I was pretty damn sure we could fit in one!”

#harry styles one shot #Harry #Styles #harry styles fluff #Harry styles imagine #imagines #fluff #Harry styles #Harry styles blurb #blurb #one shot #his #fluff imagine

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booabug · 5 years

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actual ML content

... but also Pokemon Go content. Really, just slightly edited for readability Twitter rambling in Space for Two, AKA “oh my god they were roommates” AU

SFT (bc w this au its treating adrien like marinette's confused puppy i find hilarious) It’s the dead of winter, and Marinette asked Adrien to come out with her. After a while he realizes, "We're not... going anywhere? And you're just on your phone? I feel like we should at least look at trees or something?"

"I’m playing Pokemon Go, actually."

"Oh. Not that I mind, but why am I here?"

"Well, if I didn't take you out, you'd just stay in the apartment & nap all winter break."

"You're taking me on walks? Excuse you, I am a grown man and-"

"omg look! this sentret looks like that squirrel!"

"omggg"

THESE TWO DORKS GOING AROUND WITH AR CAM ON TAKING PICS OF POKEMON WITH ANIMALS THEY LOOK LIKE. THEY KEEP THE PHONE ON THE CATCH SCREEN FOR A FURRET WHILE THEY RUN TO THE NEAREST PET STORE WITH A FERRET.

Marinette's a competitive Team Valor player with pokes named by IV and moveset. Adrien is a Team Instinct egg dad who just hatches pokes and evolves his babies so they’re all grown up :')

She goes through his pokes one day and is SO MAD. He has SO MANY amazing meta competitive fighters—and he never does gyms or raids! He's like I can trade them to you??? But NO. She doesn’t WANT 10km hatchlings from his DUMB TALL FACE with his LONG LEGS and WARM + LOVELY FOR WALKING CAMPUS >:(

... he does trade them to her after she calms down. Marinette ends up never battling with them though, because they're Adrien's babies and she can't do that to them :'(

#writing #timbits #space for two #my AUs #adrinette #twitter roundup

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bakugou-tm · 6 years

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omggg!! I really like your Domestic Bakugou scenarios can I request a scenario where Bakugou’s s/o is at home with her kids and a villain attacks them because of revenge on ground zero? She’s fighting him even if she gets bruises and suddenly he shows up all worried LIKE THE GOOD DAD HE IS💕💕

ANGST ANGST ANGST, I mean yes of course I can write this for you. Love this request, enjoy! (Ps. Bakugou’s (s/o)’s quirk will be wind like an air bender)

“Eat your breakfast now alright? I promise your father is coming home with the milk soon.” You told your two kids, placing kisses on their foreheads.

Katsuhiko made an attempt to take a few bites of his dry cereal but Katsumi refused, shoving he plate in front of her.

“I am not eating this until daddy brings back the milk!”

Letting out a groan you returned to the kitchen, grabbing two bananas for the kids to snack on until your husband returned from the store.

Both of you had woken up later than usual since it was a Saturday but neither of you minded at all, since you were both off work you took advantage of this. You probably would’ve slept in even later if your two kids hadn’t run into your room demanding breakfast.

The only problem was they were out of milk, and while Katsuhiko didn’t mind cereal without milk your stubborn eldest child simply refused. Quickly you forced your husband out of the house before he lit her hair on fire to go get some milk.

“Don’t forget Katsumi is a copy of you!”

“Shut the hell up!”

You laughed to yourself at the memory of your fuming husband driving away as you returned to the dining room.

“Well until your father comes back, how about these?” You offered, wiggling the bananas in your hand. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw your two kids face’s light up, both taking the bananas eagerly.

“Now both of you munch on those while mommy uses the restroom, alright?”

Both children nodded in agreement, trying to see who could beat the other in un-peeling their banana as you headed upstairs to your bathroom.

Looking in the mirror you couldn’t help but laugh at your messy bed head, your (h/c) hair a wavy mess from your pillow. Of course Bakugou throwing the pillow in your face because you licked his back didn’t help either.

Running fingers to at least get the tangles out you froze when you heard the sound of a bowl smashing to the floor.

“Katumi? Katsuhiko? What happened?” You called out, expecting that one of them probably knocked it onto the floor on accident.

When you heard no response you raised an eyebrow, there would be crying from Katsuhiko at least by now, or bickering from the two on who did it.

“Kids? You’re not in trouble I promise.” You said rushing out of your bathroom and down the stairs, your kids being suspiciously quiet.

Once you reached the kitchen you blinked not seeing your kids anywhere, looking around you were ready to call for them assuming they were hiding until you heard a shout of pain from an unfamiliar male voice.

“Did you just fucking bite me-”

“Momma help! Bad guys are here!”

The shrieking sound of your daughter made your (e/c) eyes widen as you ran into the living room to see four large men dressed in black, two holding your two kid’s mouths.

“You little brat! Get his damn wife!” One of the men shouted, two men already using their quirks on you.

The first man’s quirk appeared to be like your old high school friend Sero’s quirk, a sticky tape shot from his hands which you quickly flung your wrist in front of you to send the tape back to the man, wrapping all around him till he fell to the ground in a sticky mess.

“She has a quirk, proceed with caution!”

Narrowing your eyes to the next victim you noticed all of the metal objects in your house floating around him, of course he had a damn metal quirk.

Once he shot his arm in your direction the sharp objects came flying towards you at incredible speeds, luckily you shot your arm out in time to send a blast of wind to the objects stopping them in mid-air before you swung your arm backwards to turn the metal objects toward the man and sent them flying his way.

“Yay mommy! Kick their asses!” Katsumi shouted, causing the man holding her to punch her side to shut her up.

“Don’t you lay a finger on her!” You shouted, sending a blast of air towards the man but he dodged quickly, too quickly. He must’ve had a super speed quirk.

“You hold the two kids, I got the damn bitch.” The largest man growled, you could only assume he was the boss of the four of them.

The man grabbed Katsuhiko from him, holding both kid’s by the necks so they couldn’t get free, leaving the tall man to the two of them.

“Y’know, I did come in here with low expectations, you’re pretty good with your quirk.” The man said, chuckling lowly as he walked over to you, “I should’ve known that Ground Zero bastard would’ve married some annoying bitch.”

Narrowing your eyes you clenched your fists, “Why are you here? We haven’t done anything to you.”

The man chuckled darkly, his piercing red eyes narrowing into yours, “Oh no you three didn’t do anything to me, but that bastard of a husband sure did.”

The man lifted up his black shirt to reveal an ugly gash on his side, the burnt marks you could only assume from Katsumi.

“That fucker took down my entire staff, leaving me with these three idiots, and we lost our biggest client thanks to him.” He growled, your eyes narrowing.

“Well you probably deserved it, villains like you should be taken down.” You hissed, growing annoyed as the man kept laughing down to you.

“I like you brat, I guess that Ground Zero bastard does have good taste, not surprised he likes em fiesty.” Huffing you shot a blast of air to him, but he just moved out of the way effortlessly, “Maybe I won’t kill you right away, have a little fun before I make you watch your kids burn.”

Your (e/c) eyes widened at the threat, just the thought making your skin crawl, “You won’t lay a damn finger on my children!” You screamed firing a large blast of air towards his chest successfully until his hands began to light up in flames, making the air die down.

“You have a fire quirk… that means it’ll make my wind less effective.” You mumbled, hands beginning to shake nervously.

“Impressive, somebody paid attention in chemistry class.” The man said with a sinister smile before he sent large flames into your chest, sending you through your sliding glass doors and out into the back yard, the man stepping through the broken glass to your fallen body.

“Momma!” Katsumi screamed, while Katsuhiko began to sob. The angry daughter quickly gripped the man’s hand, using her quirk the best she could since she hadn’t trained with it much to burn the man’s hand.

“Fuck! Your quirk is manifested too you little brat?!” The man shouted causing him to let go of the girl.

“Die you fucker!” Katsumi shouted, using her father’s classic words before opening her palm in front of the man’s face and let of a small explosion, enough to blind the man temporarily.

“C’mon Katsuhiko, we gotta help momma!”

Your arms shook before you, the feeling of shards of glass in your skin wasn’t the best, but you had to protect you kids. Whimpering in pain you plucked the pieces of glass from your arms and side before shakily standing up to the man before you, “You g..gotta do more than that to keep me down.”

The man grinned at your confident words, his hand lighting up for another blast until a small explosion was thrown his way, almost knocking him off his feet.

“What the fuck-”

Looking over you saw your daughter with a smirk on her face along with your son standing next to her with clenched fists, “Don’t you hurt our mommy shit head!”

A sense of pride rushed into you but the quirk worry washed it out once you saw the man running to them with fists lit up with flames, “If my goons can’t take you brats out then I will!”

Quickly you stood up and threw a punch foward sending a heavy blast of wind towards the man, his frame flying back into the side of your house.

“Kids get behind momma now!” You screamed, they quickly followed your orders when they noticed your serious tone.

“Hiromichi take the woman down, now!” The large man screamed to the man who was now getting up from Katsumi’s attack.

You curled your fists in a readied attack until a quick flash came before you, then followed by rapid punches to your gut then back sending causing you to shout in pain. This was the man with super speed quirk.

The man was rapidly running around the three of you in an attempt to distract you as his boss tried to pry himself from the wall, narrowing your eyes you commanded your children to duck down before you spun around and sent a wave of wind from all sides, catching the man off his balance as he fell into your fence knocking it over.

“Damn it, looks like I’m going to have to do everything myself.” The boss growled once he finally fell from the wall, walking towards the three of them.

Even with bruises covering your body, streams of blood coming from your arms and bleeding into your shirt, you still shakily stood in front of your kids, hands clenched. Nobody was going to get to your kids.

“You are powerful woman, I’ll give you that..” The man hissed, a smirk on his face as he walked to the three of you, “But someone needs to put you in your damn place.”

With that he jumped up, fists filled with flames before landing down to you firing his flames at his complete max.

Shouting in pain you lifted your arms up in response, blasting as much air as you could up to the man to keep him from landing on you and burning your two kids. Every muscle in your body hurt when you sent as much wind as you could to hold him off, but when you saw the sinister smirk on the man’s face you knew he was far from done.

Once he came nearer his hands grasped yours stopping the wind and his flames shot from his hands sending you back into the fence before falling into the grass, your kids quickly running to your side.

Your head was spinning, slowly losing consciousness of reality. The only thing keeping you awake was the feeling of your kids trying to shake you awake.

“You can’t keep fighting forever Mrs. Bakugou, give in.” The man hissed, walking to the three of you slowly with flames ready to fire.

Shakily you used every bit of energy you had left to sit up from the ground, your arms shaking under you as you began to cough up blood before looking up to the man with weak eyes.

“I..I don’t submit to t..tyrants..” You hissed, wiping the dripping blood from your lips while attempting to stand up.

The man only chuckled at your last fighting words, before taking his foot and stepping down on your back causing you to fall back into the ground.

“You will.”

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When Bakugou pulled into the driveway, the first thing he noticed was the smoke behind his house.

Either (s/o) decided to grill something, or Katsumi was trying to use her quirk again; both options not very good since (s/o) couldn’t grill to save her life.

Grabbing the bag of milk and the other groceries he picked up since he was at the store, he blinked once he reached the door, noticing it was already open.

“Honey what did I tell you about leaving the fucking door open? Anyone can just waltz in here and-”

The ash blond’s words froze when he saw a man knocked out against the wall with sharp metal pieces holding his clothing up against it.

“Fuck.”

Dropping all of the bags the pro hero ran into the living room to see another man wrapped up in his own quirk on the floor and both of his sliding glass doors shattered, “How did they find my fucking home?” He thought to himself.

Running outside the scene that was being unfolded made his blood boil. One of Crimson Flame’s goons had both of his unconscious kids in his arms, walking them to what he assumed was the car on the side of the street. Then looking over he saw the head villain himself holding his half-unconscious wife over his shoulder.

“You fucker put her down!” Bakugou screamed running towards the large man, with wide eyes the villain turned around to the pro hero ready to fire but Bakugou had already sent a large explosion in his face, sending him and his wife flying across the back yard.

“Damn it, get Ground Zero!” Crimson Flame yelled to his goon who dropped his kids to attack the pro-hero.

The ash blond’s crimson eyes flicked over to the goon with super speed, grabbing his arm in mid run before swinging him over his body, sending the speedy villain over the fence and into the street.

“Shit..” Crimson Blood hissed, noticing his other goons unconscious inside the house he quickly snatched up your body and attempted to make a run for it.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Bakugou growled, blasting his way over to the man ready to light him up with another large explosion before the villain lifted your body in front of him as a shield.

“Not so fast you fucker, you wanna blast me you’re going to have to blast your precious wife too.” Crimson Blood hissed with a smirk, Bakugou growling as he slowly lowered his arm. “Y’know your wife held up for pretty long I’m impressed, it’s a shame I’ll have to kill her, she would be a nice mistress to have.”

Bakugou’s crimson eyes narrowed in fury, he grit his teeth so hard they were probably deformed by now, his fists clenched angrily, “You won’t get away with this you bastard.”

“Oh I think I already have Ground Zero, or should I call you Katsuki Bakugou.”

The ash blond’s eyes widened when the villain called him by his proper name, concerned as to how he found out his real name and where he lived.

“Now you stand back like a good little boy, and your wife won’t get hurt-” The villain started before your leg swung as hard as you could into his crotch.

“You fucking bitch!” Crimson King shouted, dropping your body to the ground before his own body crouched forward in pain.

“K..Katsuki get him now!” You muttered in between coughs, your weak body falling back to the ground.

Your husband waisted no time for his hands to begin sparking, a wicked smirk plastered across his face, “Now you’re dead you asshole.”

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“Both of your children are fine Mr. Bakugou, as for your wife she has minor wounds but nothing critical.” The paramedic explained to the pro-hero, police authorities and medical help already showing up.

“Thanks for the help.” Bakugou hissed as politely as he could in a situation like this, looking over to see his two children playing around with a paramedic and his wife sitting safely on the steps of their porch.

Letting out a sigh he walked over to the police official, interrupting his conversation with the detectives, “You make sure you lock that bastard up for good, no set bails for any of them.”

“We understand Mr. Bakugou, after we interrogate them all they will be locked up for life.” The officer reassured, turning to face the fuming pro-hero, as for your home luckily insurance is willing to cover everything in return for all you do to protect our city.”

The ash blond scoffed, looking back to his damaged house then back to the officer, “We aren’t staying here we have to move now, too many villains know where to find my family and I am never going to allow harm to them ever again.”

The officer nodded in understandment, after all Crimson Flames wasn’t the only villain set out for revenge on Ground Zero, “We understand, if you need any help at all the City of Musutafu and all of Japan stands by you.”

Bakugou nodded to the officer thankfully, both bowing to each other in respect before he walked off to his family.

“Daddy!” Katsumi and Katsuhiko shouted in unison, both running up to the father when they saw him walking towards them both.

“Hey kiddos, you both okay?” Bakugou asked with concerned eyes, both nodded with the same smiles they always had.

“Yeah! You missed it I kicked some bad guy butt with my quirk!” Katsumi said with wide eyes, her father smiling softly as she threw pretend punches to show him, “Y..Yeah and mommy fought all of the bad guys all by herself!” Katsuhiko said softly, Katsumi’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Oh yeah mommy was all like bam bam with her wind quirk and she knocked three bad guys out! I’m glad you came to help us with the big scary one.” Katsumi said, clearly impressed with her mother.

Bakugou looked over to his wife who was staring off into space on their steps before ruffling both of his kid’s hair, “I’m proud of you both, I knew I raised a bunch of fighters.”

Both of his kids beamed with excitement, hugging their father before going back to play with the paramedic while Bakugou walked over to his exhausted looking wife.

“How you holding up (s/o)?”

Your (e/c) eyes flicked up to him, noticing him walk up to you before he sat down on the steps beside you.

“I..I’m okay, a bit exhausted.” You said softly, laughing bitterly as you ran a hand through your hair.

Bakugou frowned down to you, the bruises along your side that were clearly seen through your torn shirt and the gash along your cheek and arms made him grow angrier by the second, you didn’t deserve this.

“I am so sorry this happened (s/o), if I had been here none of this would’ve happened.” The ash blond said, his head ducking down as he bit his lip at the true reality, “If I hadn’t met you, you wouldn’t have to be in fucking danger like this.”

Lifting your head up your (e/c) eyes looked to his drooping figure, quickly you lifted his chin up so he could look at you.

“Hey don’t you ever think that you hear me? When I married you, when I decided to have your kids, I knew the consequences.” You said sternly, his crimson eyes looking down into your own intense ones, “I don’t care if I have to kick some bad guy’s ass everyday of my life, if that’s what it takes to be with my husband and children then I will do it.”

Bakugou smiled down to his wife, her words almost brought him to tears but he knew she needed him to be her rock more than ever right now.

“I love you so much (s/o)” Bakugou whispered into your ear, pulling you into a tight hug which you gladly accepted, wrapping your scratched up arms around his waist.

“You know your kids defended themselves half the time.” You said with a grin, Bakugou looking down to you with a proud smirk.

“Well they are Bakugou’s of course, I’m not surprised they were able to hold their own.” The ash blond said, pulling you into his side as the two of you watched your kids run around.

For once everything seemed calm, even after the horrific events that had played out just a few hours ago. You rested in his arms, feeling more safe than you ever had before.

“So what are we going to do with the house?” You asked, keeping your head resting on his chest.

“I’ll find a better house, in a private neighboorhood.” Bakugou said, rubbing your arm cautiously cause of all your wounds, “I’ll make sure the security is much better.”

Smiling you looked up to him and kissed his cheek, catching his attention, “While that all sounds wonderful, we don’t need all of that. We are the motherfucking Bakugou’s, nothing can stop us.”

The ash blond chuckled down to you, kissing your forehead before pulling you back into his chest, running his fingers through your (h/c) hair.

“The motherfucking Bakugou’s… that has a nice ring to it.”

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #i am actually proud of this #PLS DON'T FLOP #also enjOY

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|Ch. 3 PART 1: Kidnapped| Her Forgotten Past //AOT fanfic//

~A/N~ The sass in this omggg. Btw... YES, this is a slow burn ship. It’s gonna be one hell of a ride 👀🌹

The desert around us was harsh and unforgiving. My mouth felt like sandpaper, but I already had a turn with the water canteen, and I didn't want to be that one annoying and needy person, so asking for more was out of the question.

Brief explanation as to why we were in a desert traveling with horses: Instructor Shadis rounded us up this morning and told us we were doing a special kind of training today. He split all the cadets into two groups, and gave each group horses and a map. We were to make a trip to a specific destination, meet up there, trade information about the trip, and then split again and return back to the training camp. Simple, right?

Thats what I thought too. But the second I was placed into my group I knew this would be a pain in the ass. Here's who was in my group: Armin Arlert, Marco Bodt, Mina Carolina, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer, Krista Lenz, and the ever so classy Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirschtein.

Those last two started bickering the moment we left.

"So we're not allowed to rush?" Marco asked. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead.

Armin shook his head, looking at his pad and pencil to write down our progress. He was given the role of record-keeper. He basically had to give a non-biased and honest record of our struggles and advantages during this training. Him and I stuck together at the front of the group with our horses. I was given the role of leader, which was in truth my worst nightmare. I'm better at taking care of myself. That's the way it's always been. I don't want people to expect stuff from me, and I certainly didn't want to be held responsible if something goes wrong. Besides... the last thing I wanted to do was babysit Jean and Eren.

"We'd be stupid if we did rush." Jean said with a yawn. He obviously didn't plan on taking this training seriously. "We can take our time."

Here we go, I thought.

"You don't know your lower limit." Eren said and scoffed. "If you're taking it slow, then I'm going ahead." He tapped his horse's side and trotted faster.

"But the formation of the group..." Marco tried to argue. He looked at Jean as if to say 'Do something!'.

Jean clicked his tongue. "Like I care! Extra effort here won't get me into the Military Police."

I sighed. 30 more kilometers to go... I wasn't sure if I could take any more of this.

Tap, tap, tap! The horses' hooves wasn't the only noise in the area. We all looked to our right, and saw a fairly large lizard amongst some rocks. It appeared to be following us.

"Looks like that lizard's joining us on the same path." Jean said.

"They're pretty rare." Marco commented.

"They're delicious, you know!"

We all looked at Sasha quizzically. The girl seemed to know exactly what she said, though. "They are!" She said, positive. "My family and I used to eat them. They taste like chicken!"

"What haven't you eaten..." I muttered. Armin heard and he suppressed a laugh.

"You can cook?" Jean asked Sasha.

"Of course. Piece of cake!" She said.

"Alright, then!"

Next thing I know, Jean raced past me on his horse, galloping towards the lizard.

"Oi!" I yelled. "You're breaking the formation, Kirschtein!"

He looked back over his shoulder. "If hunting for food is part of this training, then what's better than getting that lizard?"

This was precisely what we didn't need. Distractions. What's worse is Eren went after him, making the situation even more burdening. Now I had two idiots chasing a stray animal.

"Damn it, Jaeger!" I said and pulled the reigns on my horse, going after them. What did I do to deserve this? If only I could've been placed in Annie's group...

Jean drew out his ODM blades once the lizard was within reach. He smiled hungrily and brought his blade down, but only to produce a sharp clink sound. It had come in contact with Eren's blade instead. The lizard scuttled away, probably grateful that it had been protected.

An argument formed between the two. I dismounted my horse and marched up to them, hands on my hips.

"This isn't a game!" Eren told him.

"We don't even have an Instructor!" Jean said. "This so-called training isn't getting us anywhere!"

"Drop it! You're acting like brats." I said angrily.

"Look who's talking..." Eren mumbled under his breath, not making eye contact, but I still heard him clearly.

I folded my arms. "You wanna say that louder, Jaeger?"

Tensions were riding high. Marco also dismounted his horse, walking up to us. "Guys, we need to stop! If we continue this it'll have to be recorded. Don't write anything yet, Armin!" He said.

The pencil trembled in Armin's hand. He looked torn between his duty and his friend's wishes.

"Write down 'Jean Kirschtein tries to get food during the training, but gets interrupted by Eren Jaeger.' " Jean told him.

Eren gritted his teeth. "You bastard."

"Don't talk to him like that." I said.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so. Now shut up."

"Make me."

"ITS DELICIOUS!"

We all jumped. With incredulous faces we turned to look at none other than Sasha. Her mind was obviously somewhere else, still fantasizing about the lizard who was probably long gone by now.

I stand by my case... this girl definitely needs help.

Eren's eyes landed on me again. "Listen, I don't know what you have against me. Is it because you're friends with horseface, here?" He gestured to Jean.

Jean turned livid. "What did you say?"

"Of course not! I have a mind of my own. You clearly have something against me. Drop the macho act for once. Or are you still butthurt that I beat you in hand-to-hand combat?" I shot back.

Eren seemed to recall the event, and his cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. He was at a loss for words. The others stared at us in disbelief, a few of them snickering.

"Eren, is that true?" Connie asked.

"Wow." Jean said, evidently trying to contain his laughter.

"And why are you guys so surprised?" I snapped, and seeing the look on my face, the teasing ceased immediately. It was replaced by an awkward silence. I sighed deeply, feeling a migraine coming on. I looked to the sky and checked the position of the sun. Afternoon. We were wasting time.

"From now on, you guys listen to me. Got it? No chasing after lizards, no sidetracking— nothing. Is that understood?" I said strictly.

They all nodded, Eren a little reluctantly.

"Let's get moving."

* * *

Five hours later we were all huddled around a fire, our sleeping bags stretched out on the ground and our horses tied to nearby trees, helping themselves to some wild grass while we helped ourselves to canned rations. The overall mood was dull and humdrum. My eyes blinked slowly as I sat on a log, blanket thrown lazily over me, chin supported on my hand, watching the dancing flames.

"So this is what squad rations taste like..." Jean droned, picking at his canned food with distaste.

Sasha sighed. "It would've been better if we caught that lizard."

"Enough." He said immediately. "I've heard enough about lizards."

Just as I'd expected, Eren spoke up. "Weren't you hunting one just now?"

I rolled my eyes. One of these days, I'm sure, I'm going to roll my eyes so hard that I'll go permanently blind. And who will I blame? These two idiots.

Jean tossed away his half-eaten stale bread, a sign that he was officially fed up. Mentally. Not physically, which was another contributor to his bad attitude. Everyone shared exhausted looks, knowing what would come next. "Well, we are supposed to hunt titans." He said.

"And what do you mean by that?" Eren shot back. They both stood up and glared at each other. "Why did you even join the Training Corps?!"

"To live something better than a humble life, at least!"

The brunet's lips curled into a sneer. "Some things can be tolerated, others can't!"

I ran a hand through my hair, wondering how the other group was getting along, and if they had encountered any problems. I saw Armin grab his pencil and pad worriedly as the argument continued, but I made no effort to stop him. Marco did.

"Oh, come on, Armin. It's just a chat during mealtime!" The freckled boy tried to persuade him.

As if that was going to convince anyone. It only got worse.

"You think that when a real Titan shows up the results of training will pay off?" Jean scoffed. "Good luck to—"

Eren lunged at him, fisting his collar. "That's enough from you!"

They ensued a brawl, shoving and aiming for punches.

"Stop it!" Krista cried out.

"H-how about we actually hunt lizards instead?" Sasha suggested nervously. "You'll feel better after that!"

Are you kidding me? Enough. I grabbed a signal flare from my belt and didn't hesitate, aiming and shooting straight at Jean and Eren. The popping sound made them jump apart just in time to avoid the green jet of smoke. It zoomed between them and past the trees, deep into the forest. There it goes..., I thought, wasted. But wasted well.

Everyone turned to look at me, startled. I stood up and ripped the blanket off me indignantly, throwing it to the ground. I saw Eren gulp as I approached him and Jean, pointing at them with the now empty flare canister. "That's it. Im done with you two and your never-ending fights." I said angrily, "Look at yourselves! You should be ashamed. Everyone else is doing a great job at participating in this training. Everyone. Even Sasha!"

"Hey!" Sasha said, pouting.

Admittedly, I didn't really think that last part through. "Sorry," I told her, and returned to scolding Jean and Eren. "But seriously.... You two are bringing us down. I'd grade everyone else an A and you guys would be the only ones with a fucking F. Especially you, Jaeger." I looked at the tan, teal-eyed boy. "You're constantly criticizing Jean for not contributing fairly to the group and yet you make things worse by starting petty fights! The damn titans are outside the wall, not here! So why fight your comrade?"

By the time I was done there was only a shred of pride left in his expression. He was no longer vexed. In fact, by the way he looked down at his feet, I'd say he was realizing the truth in my words.

"Heh." Jean folded his arms.

"And don't get me started on you," I slapped his shoulder. He yelped. "You're no better than him! So stop acting all high and mighty. We all want comfort and idleness, Jean. Hell, I want to get into the Military Police too. But I'll let you know," I jabbed at his chest. "They don't accept slackers."

Silence. The others shared looks of second-hand embarrassment.

"I need a break." I said and spun on my heel, walking off and away from our camp setup, leaving them behind.

I didn't know how long it had been since I left them. At first I only meant it to last a couple minutes, but sitting now besides my horse, a stunning caramel and white-spotted colt, I figured they were all probably asleep. The moon provided soft, gentle and soothing rays of light amidst the enshrouding darkness of the forest. It was quiet here. Quieter than it could ever be in our group. Maybe I could just stay here, sleep, and return to them in the morning. Maybe I'll apologize to Jean and Eren for losing my temper. Maybe.

I stroked my horse's well-groomed coat, resting my head against his muzzle, listening to his peaceful, rumbling breathing. Perfection. My mind and body relaxed and I felt myself drift into sleep. Listless... unbothered...

Unguarded.

Then my horse started to act up. The creature's breathing became rough and alert, nostrils flaring. It was when he started jerking his head that I finally woke up, bleary eyed and confused. "Whoa boy," I hushed, trying to calm him down. "What is it?"

A twig snapped. I sensed a presence behind me and my blood ran cold. The second I turned around a large rifle bashed the side of my head mercilessly. The last thing I remembered was wincing and touching the injured spot, bringing my hand down to see red on my fingers, and losing consciousness.

End of Chapter 3 PART 1

#eren yeager #Eren Jaeger #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren x oc #levi #levi ackerman #corporal #survey corps #titan #titan shifter #Mikasa Ackerman #armin arlert

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sf9pentagoner · 7 years

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Echoes - Mistakes Sequel, Pentagon Jinho Scenario

Author: Ellie Word count: 1506 Prompt: “Omggg i would love for you to do a 2nd part 😭♥️ I need them to pull themselves together and be okay 😹♥️ “ - @escapetheland Notes: Oh, wow. This is almost double the size of the first one. This was so much fun to write; I love making characters cry. By the way, I don’t recommend listening to Like This while you read this because that would be a mistake (no pun intended)… you’ll probably cry. also the ending sucks I got impatient sorry

PART 1 IS HERE

**Mild language and heavy angst warning!**

Three months had passed now, and there were still too many reminders. Still too many echoes that never stopped bouncing off the walls of your mind. Still too many stains that, no matter how much you scrubbed at them, they would never be cleaned.

A t-shirt of his, crumpled and soft from wear, lying in the gap between bedside table and bed, smelling like him. A stranger on the street, just his build with fluffy brown hair so much like his, so impossibly alike him that he could just be him. Your phone screen, still smashed from that terrible phone call, that you hadn’t had the time or mental clarity to get fixed. The spare key to his dorm, plain and silver yet the root of so many awful, precious memories, still hanging from your keychain. Your favourite restaurant that you couldn’t bring yourself to enter anymore, because you’d been there together on far too many dates for the atmosphere to feel like anything other than him. Even your couch, bought with his help, you could not bring yourself to even sit upon, because its soft blue velvet felt like the long nights you’d lounged there, wrapped in his arms.

And it all hurt.

But what hurt most was the voicemail he’d left last night, thick and slurred to near-incomprehensibility yet so sickeningly familiar, so sickeningly Jinho, that tears were slipping down your cheeks from the very first syllable. Every word was laced with pain, reopening every wound until you bled guilt as you listened to it once, twice, three times. You could almost recite it yourself now.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, I’m sorry. Oh, God, it hurts, please, I still love you… I can’t stop thinking about you, I don’t know where I went wrong or if I could have fixed it. Please, Y/N, just- please, do you still love me? Please tell me it kills you like it kills me… Shit, I can’t deal with this, I miss you, I’m so, so sorry…”

Footsteps in the background, then Shinwon’s voice. “Hyung, what are you doing- oh, my God, no, stop, you can’t call her like this.” Jinho let out a tiny whine as the sound of the phone being wrenched away from him came through the receiver.

And just before the audio clicked off, there was one final choked-up “I’m sorry,” but you didn’t know if it was directed towards you or Shinwon, and you weren’t sure which possibility felt worse.

You could call him back. God knows you wanted to. That long-craved familiarity, that gentle and kind voice that haunted your dreams, was just a simple phone call away. Your fingers itched and twitched as you pleaded with yourself to just give in, just indulge him and yourself and sort everything out right now.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as the silence of an empty apartment tried to suffocate you, and made your decision. You slid that damaged phone into your pocket, wiped at your eyes for the last time, and got up off of that couch.

Staring at the door that was the source of half your regrets, you wondered for the hundredth time in two minutes whether this was a good idea. Did Jinho truly want to see you, or had he been too drunk to even know what he was saying? This could make everything so, so much worse, but something deep inside of you told you that you had to do this. However, you just couldn’t find the resolve to raise your hand and knock.

A hand fell onto your shoulder and you jumped in shock, whipping your head around to see your attacker. The guy flinched, letting out a tiny shriek, before stepping right back and inclining his head in a tiny bow.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said sheepishly, before looking you in the eye. “I take it you heard the message?”

You opened your mouth to affirm, but no words came loose from your throat, so you closed it again and just nodded.

“I’m really sorry about that, by the way. We were out drinking and he just took shot after shot then disappeared and when I finally found him, he was… yeah. Are you okay? You look completely shaken up. Do you… do you want to come in, maybe?”

You didn’t. You really didn’t, but somehow you found yourself nodding again, and suddenly Shinwon was stepping towards the door, sliding his own key in the lock and holding the door open for you with the gentlest of smiles. You walked in with tiny steps, body tense and on high alert, ready to bolt should anything remotely Jinho-like emerge from anywhere.

“Y/N,” you heard Shinwon say behind you quietly as he laid that hand on your shoulder again. “It’s okay, he’s pretty harmless right now.”

“That’s not what scares me,” you murmured, eyes darting crazily around as you tried to see how much had changed in your absence (nothing, and yet so much).

Shinwon hummed in agreement. “Would you like a cup of tea? Hot chocolate?”

You shook your head. “Maybe just a cup of water?”

He offered another soothing smile. “Sure. I’ll make myself some tea, though.” And Shinwon and his physical comfort walked away, leaving you alone and lost in the empty living room. After a moment of wallowing in regret, you followed him to the tiny kitchen, sitting down on one of the old worn barstools, faintly remembering how you’d sit here to watch Jinho cook every so often. Shinwon set down a cup of water in front of you, and you allowed yourself a few sips.

The sound of the kettle boiling and Shinwon fiddling in the pantry for a tea bag filled the room, and for a brief minute you felt at home. That is, until the exact person you had been hoping to see and not see appeared in the doorway, seeking out the noise, and as you made eye contact, everything began to crash down upon you.

“Please tell me I am not dreaming,” Jinho croaked, blinking rapidly as he stared into your eyes from just a few metres away. You slumped in your seat, desperately trying not to cry.

Shinwon startled, cursing and spilling the whole box of tea bags on the floor as he looked up, eyes wide as he realised who he’d accidentally summoned. “You’re not,” he sighed, wearily preparing himself for whatever transpired next.

Jinho’s mouth fell open ever so faintly as tears started to shine in the corners of his eyes. His voice was thick when he spoke. “Holy shit. Holy shit, oh, my God, Y/N.” He wiped at his cheeks, smearing tear tracks, and cleared his throat. “Why- why are you here?”

You took a deep, shuddering breath in, swiping at your own tears and wondering if you could say it.

“Jinho, can you go back to your room, please? You’re upsetting her,” Shinwon said, stepping over scattered teabags to steer Jinho out of the room.

“No!” You couldn’t let him leave, not like this. Not without making this right.

Both men freezed and turned back to you. “Y/N?” they asked in unison, both hopeful and concerned.

“I want to speak to him,” you mumbled, giving Shinwon a meaningful look in the hopes he would take a hint. Thankfully, he understood immediately, inclining his head slightly before stepping out of the room. “Jinho…” you began, trailing off.

“Y/N?” Jinho asked again, furrowing his brows.

“I messed up.”

Jinho nodded. “Yeah.”

“I was scared. I thought you didn’t love me, that you were ashamed of me.”

A hand flew up to cover Jinho’s mouth. “No, no, no, not at all!”

You grimaced, staring down at your fidgeting hands. “I overheard you talking with Hongseok and Shinwon about how weird the age gap was and… I took it wrong. And now I’ve completely screwed this up; I don’t know if I can even forgive myself, let alone ask you to, but… doing this has made me realise that my life is so empty without you and I’m not sure that’s even healthy but, damn it, I miss you.”

Jinho walked up to you, resting one hand on the counter just beside yours. “I forgave you a long time ago, you know.” A pause. “I’d take you back in a heartbeat.”

More tears gathered, but for a different reason this time. “Me too. Why am I so stupid?”

Jinho chuckled, and the delicate sound made you finally turn your face to meet his eyes. “No, I’m the stupid one. I let you leave.” He leant forward, pressing his smile to your cheek, and it was as if the heavens had been lifted from your shoulders. Every burden gone, every hole filled in and every echo silenced and replaced by him. “Do you want to try this again?”

You felt yourself smile for the first time in months. “Absolutely.”

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