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inspired by a reply @gregre369 left on yesterday’s post. this is why i love this site so much bc i had this idea floating aimlessly around my brain for such a long time and then someone says something that just connects all the dots for me so - much thanks <3
tw: brief reference to domestic violence
One of parenthood’s biggest surprises (in Eddie’s opinion, anyway) was how easy talking to his and Steve’s daughters about why his parents aren’t in his life was.
He’d figured it’d be hard to figure out exactly how to explain that his mother's death was due to domestic violence caused by his father, who had died in prison twenty years later – but…that about covers it, honestly. Sure, the exact rendition of the story the girls hear varies as they get older, but…it’s pretty straightforward, actually.
Explaining Steve’s situation turned out to be way more complicated for…well, for a lot of reasons, and the fact that his parents are still alive and breathing and choosing to not be around didn't help things at all.
It also didn't help that the girls totally saw Jim and Joyce as Steve’s parents, but it did lead to a conversation that Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget:
It happened when he was passing through the kitchen to see that Steve was cooking with Moe.
"What're we up to in here?" he asked.
At four years old (she’s actually almost five), Moe has yet to outgrow a phase of picky eating that had started out right around her second birthday. Steve is trying out a new method where he involves Moe in the cooking process in the hopes that she then actually wants to eat the product of her hard work when it’s done. He's seeing varying levels of success.
“We're making burgers,” Moe said, “Poppy’s recipe.”
Eddie looked at Steve skeptically, “Poppy Jim or Poppy Joyce?”
Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m telling Joyce you said that.”
And then he added, “Jim.”
Satisfied, Eddie continued on his way.
“How come you call your dad Jim?” Moe asked.
And that had Eddie pausing in the hallway just out of their line of sight.
“Well, Poppy’s not my dad, sweet pea,” Steve replied.
“Did you not have a dad?”
“I did have a dad – I do. He lives in Indiana with my mom. We don't really talk to each other anymore though."
"Why?"
"When I was younger, I decided that they didn’t take care of me like I needed them too, and Jim and Joyce stepped in to be like my parents instead."
It's not completely accurate, Eddie knows (and he doesn't love the way Steve is shifting culpability away from his parents because that shit was fully on them, but whatever; it's his story and he can tell it however he want), but just like how they don't have a completely accurate picture of what happened to Eddie's mom either, they know what they need to know for now and they'll hear more down the line.
“But what did your mom and dad do?” Moe asked.
"Well, you know how Daddy and I read to you and play with you and put you to bed and make food for you – it was a little different because I was older and I needed different stuff than that, but…”
Eddie watched Steve look back at their oldest daughter, watched him see the look of confusion in her big brown eyes.
“They didn’t do that?” Moe asked, sounding perplexed.
Steve shook his head, and Moe continued to look at him as if he might suddenly tell her he was joking.
“That’s crazy,” Moe finally said, and Steve let out a laugh.
“It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?” he agreed, “That’s why I love being your dad so much, because it’s actually so easy to want to take care of you. Even though you sometimes like to make it hard on purpose, right?”
“Yeah,” she grinned proudly, “Like when I make you snuggle me more at bedtime and you fall asleep by accident and then the kitchen is messy in the morning."
"Uh-huh," Steve said, poking her in the side so she giggled, "Exactly like that."
"You're a good dad," Moe told him.
"You think?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"The best dad."
“The best?” he repeated, “Can’t let Daddy hear that.”
“He can hear it.”
#cue moe yelling for eddie so she can say it to his face#she later affirms it's actually a tie#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson#tw: domestic violence
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MADE TO LIE - the gallery
BUCKY
“Yes, we went,” Bucky heard Y/n’s voice echoing in the bathroom as she attempted to talk to Natasha and Wanda on the phone quietly, the one-sided conversation slowly getting louder and louder, “No we didn’t. Do I what? Wanda calm down—Maybe…but I’d never admit it to him…”
“Y/n, you know I can hear every word you’re saying right?” Bucky called out from where he sat on their bed, trying, but failing really, to relax before they had to leave.
“I’ve got to go” he heard her whisper hastily into the phone, “Yes, yes I’ll talk to you later”
The door to the bathroom slid open revealing Y/n in a fluffy white robe with the golden emblem of the hotel on it. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her.
“You really heard everything?” she said sheepishly, bowing her head.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you no?”
“Probably not”
“Then yes”
Y/n ran a hand through her hair. The silence grew.
“You’re close with them huh? Natasha and Wanda?”
“Yeah, I am” Y/n seemed to relax at this, “I love them, they’re like sisters to me”
“Well, I’m glad you have them. I’m learning it’s important to have people you love around you”
“You’ve got Steve and Beatka” she smiled before a short giggle slipped out, “And Sam of course”
“Steve and Beatka, yes. Sam, no.”
“C’mon, you love him really”
He shook his head, suppressing a laugh, “I tolerate him, that’s more what it is”
“Sure, that’s it” Y/n chuckled lightly, “Whatever helps you sleep at night”
“By the way” he started, “We should probably get going soon”
“Okay let me just slip my dress on” She went back into the bathroom, closing the door a crack as she changed.
In a flash Y/n was back out in the bedroom, looking even more stunning than before, if that was even possible, a waft of sensual perfume overwhelming Bucky’s senses. His thoughts raced as he took in her sparkling black mini dress that was embroidered with intricate designs of silver and gold and the matching dangling earrings she wore that were so long they just barely touched her shoulders. The memory of her warm neck beneath his lips practically made him shudder.
“Bucky?” her voice brought him back to Earth, “Are you alright…?”
He hadn’t realized how heavily he was breathing, “Yeah. Fine.” This woman is going to be the death of me.
He stood up from the bed, already dressed in his suit and tie, trying as subtly as possible to re-adjust himself. Thankfully, if she noticed she didn’t say anything.
“Let’s go”
Y/N
The Guggenheim towered over them as they walked through the glass doors and into the gallery. Following the slow trickle of other black-tie-dressed guests, they made it to the private event space that was being rented for the night’s social event. Holding out his hand for her to take, which she quickly did, Y/n gazed around the room, immediately searching for the Cranes. She could sense Bucky doing the same.
“Something’s wrong…” Y/n said quietly as she took a flute of champagne from a suited server passing by, blending in with the other high-society attendees.
“I know” he affirmed, then playfully taking the lone glass from her and taking a sip, before getting serious, “They aren’t here…yet”
Y/n opened her mouth to speak into the headpiece before remembering she wasn’t connected to the other Avengers via earpiece or cameras tonight. Tony had thought it was casual enough, safe enough, that they wouldn’t need the team’s help, especially since they had quote-unquote “mostly proved their romance already.”
“Let’s mingle then, we should blend in at least” Y/n suggested, tugging on the crook of Bucky’s arm.
From that moment, they spent the next hour at least chatting with philanthropists and socialites, many of whom it seemed rivalled Bucky in their old age, though none looked quite like him, of course.
“Mrs.Henderson,” Y/n greeted with a genuine smile. Betty was one of the few in this crowd that Y/n actually knew from her own, more subtle work with certain charities. After escaping her father, escaping her past life, she was committed to providing as much aid as she could to those who were living in difficult situations, like she had, who needed help, resources, anything. She even donated to other causes as well, finding that the more she helped others, the more her own guilt eased. The truth was Y/n had been a criminal, whether she had liked it or not was another story, trained as a child to be a weapon for her father to exploit. Elena likely would’ve been the same if…Well, Y/n wouldn’t follow that thought, not tonight.
“You must be Y/n’s new partner, James is it?”
“That’s right ma’am”
Betty beamed, tilting her head conspiratorially toward Y/n, “And polite too, do tell Y/n, where did you find a gentleman like him?”
“Oh you know Betty, Stark’s more of a matchmaker than people give him credit for…it might even be his greatest talent,” this time she leaned in with humour dancing in her eyes, “But don’t tell him I said that”
She chuckled politely into her dainty hand, the diamond bracelet on her wrist likely more money than some of the priceless art in the gallery. With a huff she clutched at her chest, concern instantly taking over her features.
“Mrs.Henderson? Are you alright?” Bucky asked, with a small cough.
Y/n’s gaze flitted to him, noticing unnatural beads of sweat covering his forehead before looking back to Betty and noticing her paling face. Her eyes flicked back to Bucky just as they both said out loud,
“The champagne”
Shit.
People around them started to go down, scarily fast. One minute they were all standing, making polite chit-chat, the next they were all bodies covering the marble floor. Bucky stumbled beside her, uncharacteristically weak. Y/n kept him upright, using practically all her strength to do so, the super soldier serum being the only reason he wasn’t passed out like the rest of the guests.
“James” a sinister voice greeted, echoing across the piles of unconscious bodies, “Y/n”
Her gaze snapped to the podium at the front of the grand room where two figures had suddenly appeared. A red-headed man and woman, twins, assessed the situation with practically evil smiles. They were eerily calm.
“All this to get me back?” Bucky huffed, his tone dangerous and sarcastic yet loud in the quiet room.
“You are our strongest soldier, Barnes” the woman called out, her voice crisp, “you know we are who you belong with not these…Avengers”
“Was” Y/n corrected, a fierce look in her eyes.
Their gazes flicked to her as if they were just now noticing her presence, “Excuse me?”
“He was your strongest soldier, but he sure as hell isn’t now—you’re never getting him back again” she spat out.
The Cranes laughed cruelly. The woman then stepped forward, walking toward Y/n and Bucky from where she was in the large space.
“Y/n Y/l/n…James’ new ‘lover,’ tell me, what are you going to do about it?” she sneered, taunting her, “You’re no one, you don’t even deserve to be an Avenger. Why? Because you’re a fucking traitor. You betrayed your own family when family is everything we have. I hate to think what you’ll do to your team or when you’ll eventually abandon poor Buckyhere”
Bucky growled next to her, standing to his full height, despite the temporary poison seeping through his veins.
“Don’t you fucking dare” he emphasized the word, “Talk to her like that again if you value your life”
“And what are you going to do about it?” the man called out with a laugh.
“I don’t know Angelo…maybe shoot you again” Bucky taunted, “How’d that gunshot to the chest heal?”
Angelo growled in response.
“Very funny…” a cold voice boomed through the space, immediately sending a chill down Y/n’s spine.
Her head snapped in the direction of the voice only to find a gun pointed right at her.
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i love ur dol designs n i was wondering what ur pc looks like in game??😳😳
There the little goober, I can't do the thing of tie the braids to get the actual hairstyle
Here drawing of the goober
There's some differences, the take I do is book smart and mostly friendly easygoing, but a social inept
(easy example she gets naked because it's her way to regulate her body temperature, forgetting dress after or simply living without thinking "oh yeah i should be ashamed" since her thought is "i got naked because its too hot! Some people chew ice, I do this is not bad, but I'll dress if you want me too)
since she don't get between the lines or subtle ways to show affection
(yet is super empathic and can see if someone is sad or suffering)
(kinda also that's why she in the drawings hug, take hand, or jump into people, because her way is blunt, fully honest, I like you so I'll give you a lot of PDA, words of affirmation and full koala hugs(can't be bear hugs because smol),
since she saw almost all contact/talking as friendly, can get easily abused (like more than already a normal PC is)
So had to do some changes in the dynamics with the characters from the canon (like more protective take on the boys since well, she meet them all in a wacky kind of accident or bad luck from her),
since she is fully virgin and mostly have a friendly healthy take (from her mostly, because still can get mistreatment from characters like Whitney or bailey) but she don't see it as "they are mean" she take it as "they are grumpy, I'll bring them something later" (her limits blur more when is a friend that step on them, with a stranger can be more vocal(still polite) but with a friend becomes almost a shy plead (I give her sad puppy eyes power so don't get that bad for her)
The boys got a "different" way of treating her, being kinda soft oh her because puppy sad eyes and she is actually nice so, they protect her more and keep an eye on her choco adventures (aka somehow almost dying/being kidnaped and coming back with a new friend)
Also have lore of why and how she ended in the bailey care, also why she is like that, yet can switch in a buried scary behavior (since just because someone is mostly friendly don't meant that they can't fight if they have too)
Tell me if you want to know more about her or the takes with the rest of the characters
#digital art#character design#art#romance#fanart#oc x canon#degrees of lewdity pc#dol pc#degrees of lewdity#dol#DoL
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I can’t believe it!!! Shame on you all for not asking the most fluff ask out there (minus the kiss one 😊) !!! What are the ROs love language 👀
We do need more fluff, don't we!? I'm shocked I haven't gotten that one yet. Below the cut~
❤️ Cam - Quality time. For Cam, knowing their partner wants to spend time with him means the world. Since many chose not to (hey parents). It could be simple things, just listening to one another about your day, watching a dumb show, thinking of what you did as kids and actually got away with.
💙 G - Words of affirmation. G hasn't had the best luck romantically. Ex-G only really considered themselves fortunate in one relationship...and we know how that ended. They still feel anxious around MC, and about love in general. So words of affirmation really calm them, reminds them they're cared for. Words of encouragement, little I love you, even just a simple text message from their partner can lighten up their day.
💚 Kara - Receiving gifts. She doesn't need something expensive, she doesn't need a limited edition item. For Kara, it's more the little things. A hair tie, to get her hair out of her face after a long day. A card, that tells her how much you appreciate her or how good she is doing. Small gestures really make her happy. Especially if it's something that can make her remember her partner later on. That includes giving her a hickey.
💛 M - Words of affirmation/Acts of service. So both work for our sweet M. Since their so oblivious to love, words of affirmation is something that makes them realize their partner is in fact in love with them, and cares about them. Like acts of service, show their partner is willing to help when they get overloaded with work, or when they forget to do something. This just shows they care, and M will begin to pick up on these things.
💜 Isaac - Quality time. For them, seeing their partner choose to be with them, be that just to help with a delivery or just to see them off, it means a lot to them. Isaac feels as though they can't get enough time with the people they care about. This is something they feel even more now that they've lost people. It doesn't have to be moments filled with words, or even doing the same thing together. Just time, be it small fleeting moments of the day, make them realize someone actually does care for them. Maybe this time, they'll stay.
🖤 Ardent - Physical touch. Looking at him you would think he's used to people touching him or wanting to. He's not, he's used to them staring and hates every minute of it. But there is something about someone wanting to touch him without thinking of it leading to something, that just softens him. A hug from behind, holding his hand, a small kiss on his cheek. It can be simple and innocent and it just makes him realize he actually is cared about, for more than just his body.
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This is such a random angst idea but like imagine Harry getting a little upset when he finds out reader gave him hickeys when he had to film that day and he’s extra stressed so she thinks he’s actually really mad at her😳
So when they are home she doesn’t give him any lovebites/is less touchy then he’s like sad and then it’s like he feels bad for telling her not to and that he loves it?? SORRY BYEEE
OH I LOVE THIS??? i am all for angst if it is light and resolved and this is such a good idea for it. like he’s all dismissive and jittery with nervous energy, he’s sort of brushing y/n off a bit when she tries to like dust fluff off his shoulders or hide the love bites by adjusting his collar. and when he gets huffy or shrugs her off she retracts her hands so quick and just stays quiet and harry is just too in his head to realise he’s being a bit of a douche. when he gets home later, he’s all happy and relieved that the day went well and excited to see his girl but she has been anxious ALL DAY because she thinks she’s really upset him :( she’s asking questions, “did you manage to hide them okay?” / “did it take ages to do makeup?” / “did everyone see them?” and harry obviously picks up on it and then there’s a nice affirming soft smut scene to tie it all together :D
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misc kazjun hcs of mine relevant to my writing (i.e. these are personal takes regarding the dynamic and history I write them with)
their first meeting during T2 was when jun confronted kazuya after one of his tournament matches. her intent was to arrest him, but he made the offer that if she defeated him, he would shut down the animal experiments and smuggling immediately.
she accepted, seeing the benefit of a potential quick resolution rather than a drawn out legal process. then, she knocked him on his ass in an unofficial fight (i.e. not a tournament bout). kaz kept his word.
jun stuck around to oversee the process, plus of course her more personal interest in trying to 'free' him of his devil, and they grew close during this time as he'd earned her trust and she having gained his respect. they spar frequently, often trading victories back and forth or resulting in a tie. at some point during the tournament jun dropped out voluntarily due to a combination of having achieved her goal, disinterest in the prize and title, and to have more time to dedicate to the decommissioning of the experimentation facilities.
kazuya consented to the suppression of his devil despite the power it granted him due to his desire for autonomy and self-mastery, not being in full control of himself bothered him deeply. he thought he could defeat heihachi without it (and was wrong; a mistake he rectifies post-resurrection at gcorp via scientific study and later in T4 fully subjugating and assimilating his devil.)
they did not break up nor did the relationship end. the two of them actually had plans for the future, once kazuya dealt with his father. of course, this closure never happens, but the important part is jun only goes back to yakushima when she sensed his death.
yeah that's right, she felt him die. :^)
they were and still are deeply in love. neither have ever said the L word to the other but it has been clearly demonstrated via other affirmations and gestures, and is mutually understood. they are also the type of couple to be old fashionedly reserved in public, but tender in private.
#personal#hc comp#i know there's more to add and i'll do the nsft ones another time maybe#edit later#disclaimer bc i rarely comply with fanon and do not expect ppl to agree with my ideas this is more a personal ref#and i guess info for those who have an interest in my writes and wanna eat at my table? lol
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MY WORD IS MY BOND
Part Three: But you had to have him, and so you did
I stomp around the house, fuming at my inner witch. I think about breakfast but I don't want to eat anything made by me in this negative mood, I'd be able to taste the self-disappointment. Chance snoozes in a patch of sunshine streaming through my windows, belly full, heart happy. I reach down and scratch behind her ears and she lets out a long, slow rumble of appreciation. She has no clue her human mum is a top-tier moron.
I make myself another iced coffee and bring it to my bedroom with me, along with my half-smoked joint, to get ready. I grab my makeup bag and bring it to the floor with me. Sitting crossed leg in front of my large mirror, I switch on the lights that surround the frame and go to work. I do a pale pink smokey eye, winged black eyeliner, and some lip balm. I contemplate some false lashes before deciding on the affirmative and putting on my usual OTT pair. I take the black eyeliner and draw some dots along my bottom waterline and brows.
Once I'm happy with my face I pull the bobble out of my ponytail and my hair tumbles around my shoulders. Most of it turned white a few years ago, during a pretty chaotic time of my life and it never went back to its dirty blonde. I make the most of the blank canvas, currently pastel pink on the ends. I style my curls into a half up half down do and pin a silver hair brooch with a triple goddess emblazoned on it.
Before choosing my clothes I check my phone, for the first time since last night, and blanch as I see five text messages and ten missed calls.
STELLA:
WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE?!
I saw Dreamy McBrowneyes leave them you were gone after, did you go home?
Are you alive???
Shit are you actually ok message me back
if you don't answer me by the time I wake up tomorrow I'm calling the FBI
I tap my reply to her quickly, nails clicking on the screen
I'm so sorry, I am alive. I came home and conked out. I will fill you in later, love you.
Ps we're English, I don't think we have any FBI, stop watching Criminal Minds
My phone pings with her reply almost instantly
the only thing that would stop me is if they scrubbed Criminal Minds from the earth, even then I'd just close my eyes and play it all in my head
ps I'm glad you've not been murdered and/or eaten X
Choice phrasing, the universe is mocking me.
I open my wardrobe and stare at it for a whole minute, looking but not seeing anything. I select a black tiered skirt, that falls to just below my knees, my favourite black Paramore tee, and a black knitted cardigan with little pink toadstools all over it.
I am a fat witch, I prefer the term chunky, but to be real I am fat. And gorgeous.
I adorn myself with my jewelry, each one with some sort of magickal tie, something that can help or protect me in some way. As I place on the necklace I forgot yesterday my mind wanders to Eddie.
Stop it.
I give myself a quick look in the mirror before exiting my room and heading for the door. As I let myself out of the flat Elphaba, my black, flat-faced cat, is sat on the railing of the stairs, waiting to be let in. She glares at me.
"Where have you been, you dirty stop out?" I hold the door open for her and she trots in tail flicking. "Leave Chance alone whilst I'm gone"
I close the door behind me and head down into the shop.
The shop is basically a larger version of my craft room, with rosewood shelves everywhere, filled with various bits and bobs. I sell ingredients and ready-made spell jars. Most of my customers are non-witches but I do have the occasional magickal customer too.
The day is mostly noneventful, I sell a lot of ingredients used in health potions and health spells, which is standard as the weather starts to turn cold. Spells and potions sold to nonmagickal folk do work and make a difference, but in a more subtle way without the inner magic to amplify or activate properly.
There's an hour left of opening hours when my phone pings. I pick it up thinking it's going to be Stella.
I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'd really like a chance to show you I have no ulterior motive other than getting to know you. I hope you got home safe - Eddie.
I feel nauseous. I had been so intrigued, so drawn to him over the last few weeks. I sensed him when he was near, felt - what? Safe? Surely not. So drawn. This was not what it felt like with the other vampires I'd met. The circumstances in which I'd met other vampires were very different. I was usually roped into warning any vampires if they wandered into any coven territory. Not being in a coven myself, it made sense for me to be the middle ma, middle witch? I was also known as a particularly powerful witch, so I was fine to go alone.
I had no reason to trust him, but I wanted to.
His dark eyes kept popping up in my head, the goofy smile, the loud laugh. I wanted to know him before and I wanted to know him even more now.
But it was a massive risk.
For a vampire, the lifeblood of a witch is the ultimate feed. The magic in our blood makes them permanently faster, and stronger and has been known to occasionally pass on abilities to the drinker. I've also heard a vampire describe what our blood tasted like, and the more powerful the witch, the better the drinking.
I serve my last customer before picking back up my phone.
I got home safe, thank you. I don't really how I can give you a fair chance without putting myself in mortal peril, I don't see how it would work.
I start my closing duties, ignoring the phone as it pings. I ignore the huge urge I have to immediately read and respond. I want to talk to him.
Idiot.
I busy myself cleaning all the shelves, scrubbing floors, and doing the stock take, even though I did it last week. I grab my and some lavender from the stockroom to top up my home supply before closing the shutters and heading upstairs. I get Chance in her collar and out for a walk, eager for all the distractions.
By the time I'm home, it's almost nine and I am exhausted. I get in my pyjamas, roll myself a joint, and order a Chinese. I switch on Community, light up and pick up the phone finally. There are two messages.
I know you have no reason to trust me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for weeks - Eddie
I know that's exactly something someone who wants to suck your blood would say but I swear that's not the case - Eddie
Despite myself, I giggle. I can't help but think about how old he is, signing off his name that after each text.
It is exactly something someone would want to eat me would say. PS, you don't have to sign your name off, I will add your number.
I feel myself grin as I type. Stop it, Lilith.
Does this mean you want to keep talking to me?
What was I doing?
Maybe.
There's a slightly longer pause between his next message.
Can I call you?
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WIP
this has been sitting in my drafts and maybe putting it out will help make it spark more of my creative juices
the idea is that there are a string of AU fics but they all act as Tamaki's dreams, which he later uses as fodder/ideas for host club themes/events.
potential tite: for the first time
(bc of the song by the script)
Here is what I got so far:
"This is ridiculous," Kyoya fumed, eyes flaring. "They are going to give the inheritance to Yuuichi and I'm to wed a girl with a sizeable dowry."
Tamaki felt something akin to panic flutter in his throat. "Are you? What's her name?"
"I believe you know the blasted girl. She's French, because that is where the money is apparently. Her name is Renge—."
"Has everything been finalized already?" He asked hoarsely.
"No, it's still early. It's been decided but we just sent the letter to her family last night. We aren't expecting a reply till at least tommorow." Kyoya looked at his gloved hands miserably, "After an affirmative it all depends on how eager Renge is to tie the knot."
Tamaki grimly remembers their last encounter. Where Renge all but declared her undying love
"Do you not wish to marry her?"
"You already know I find her tiresome. Besides even if I was fond of her I'd still be repelled by the thought. The indignity of it all.... They did not heed any of my arguments and Akito had the audacity to say I covet. As if! What is there to covet? A washed up noble title and a mountain of debt? No, I don't think I do. At this point I'd rather run off and forget it all!"
"Well, then why don't you?"
Kyoya laughed, as if Tamaki was joking. He definitely assumed he was though he really wasn't. The notion of running away from all his troubles were all that kept him going at night sometimes. They weren't just fantasies, they were his dreams. Except in his dreams he was running away hand in hand with Kyoya, who loved him. Which made his ambition more of a fantasy. Even if Kyoya loved him he would never leave with him.
Wouldn’t never even joke of it.
Except now he would.
“No, really. Why should you stay? They hardly appreciate you the way you deserve: you’re wasted here. If you were a commoner you’d be double the success your family is. Your wits are sharper than any noble blade your family could try to show off. Your brilliance, well Kyoya, you could give the Ootori name a new meaning.”
Kyoya grabbed his flying wrists, “Alright, I get it. Your words are sweet and my spirits are raised, now please lower your voice or someone might take you seriously.”
Tamaki ripped his wrists free, stung. “I wasn’t flattering you. I meant it.”
“You think I should run off like a thief in the night. Like a slovenly coward? Like some sort of ingrate?”
This was why Tamaki never shared this particular dream with Kyoya. He could be purposefully cruel, but worse was when he struck by accident. Tamaki considered retreating, slapping Kyoya’s back and letting it go. Licking his wounds in silence but change was imminent, he might lose Kyoya if he tried but he definitely would if he didn’t. He rather have tried his best than to let this opportunity pass him by.
“I don’t like thinking about it like that. The way I see it, and you can call me more dastardly things if you like, is that before my duty to my family I have a duty to myself. Furthermore, my family never fulfilled it’s duty to my mother nor to me. My mother rightfully ran, if I were to take flight I’d also be correct. Before the abandonment I have withstood unnecessary and unwarranted pains. And so have you. Why should you spend your life fulfilling someone else’s expectations? When you could spend it making yourself and the people you actually love happy?”
Kyoya stared at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He looked terrified as much as he did mystified.
“You’re serious.”
“It’s a rare occasion, I’m afraid but you cannot doubt my certainty.”
Kyoya turned, as if to walk away and Tamaki felt frustrate tears build behind his eyes. To his massive relief, Kyoya only turned to accept the tea from the maid who had arrived as soon as he reached the doors and the lock the door behind himself.
He set the tea, arranging it as he spoke. “You seem to have forgotten that dreams belong with sleep.”
“Don’t be cruel,” Tamaki reprimanded. “You know I’m being true.”
Kyoya whipped around to face him, eyes bright with distress. “How can i leave?”
Tamaki met his gaze
“How can you stay?”
Kyoya looked him in the eye. “Say, I run away, what then? Would we be beggars? Servants? Misfits? What of the people we've ran business with?"
Tamaki smiled wide. Kyoya's scowl slackened with suprise. "What?"
"You said 'we'. You would run away with me." Kyoya's cheeks reddens once he realizes that Tamaki never suggested they run away together. "That," Tamaki laughs breathlessly, "That makes me so unbelievably happy."
#kyotama#ouran high school host club#current wip#victorian era#alternate universe#someone recently said that my characterization of kyoya sucks#but ive been doing this for so long i can't imagine writing him any different#rip
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valentines ship suggestion No x Vil but its a scheme by Rook
No looks confused at the letter. It's a gorgeous purple paper, with a golden seal--Pomefiore. The beautiful calligraphy on the front, also in a gorgeous gold in the neatest penmanship she's ever seen in her life reads:
No Wei.
Every Pomefiore member she's very familiar with currently, technically, lives with her--and honestly things are really starting to settle out but this is definitely the extra-flavor that exists with that dorm. Having the Housewarden for Pomefiore live here, too, and the Vice, has been difficult--actually, it's TWO sets, but Scarabia can apparently manage pretty well with the two heads of dorm living there part time.
But, well, a pretty seal is broken with a pocket knife. Opening it, she pulls out the letter curiously. It is a thick, old-style parchment written in again, purple ink.
No Wei,
I doubt there are enough written words to apologize to you. And, admittedly, I realize that you prefer action than lip service. Please join me for dinner at the time described below, my treat. I'd like to start making it up to you.
I am truly sorry for all that's happened.
Vil Schoenheit
Huh.
Dinner.
That's a restaurant in the village... Well. She can manage that with her bus pass. She checks through some things... there's enough money on her bus pass to cover the trip, and she has some nicer clothes to wear. No doubt Vil would pick something fairly nice.
It's still cold, so she can definitely get away with winter wear, too...
Well. Dinner it is. At least, she'll give him the time of day. They do need to fix what's going on--or they'd probably end up killing each other.
---
Vil frowns at the letter on the makeshift desk he has to live with. Meals and slumber here have been difficult, even with the imported bed roll and other creature comforts. Honestly, there's been several nights he's just gone back to Pomefiore, especially when he has early days because living in this hovel full time is horrid.
Fine, fine, he does understand the prickliness of No now, but still! She's a terror!
But, a letter? Vil Schoenheit scrawled--it's fairly neat at least...
Plain, simple...
Vil,
I know we are only starting to come to understand each other... and now you know things. Could we have dinner and talk?
The details are transcribed.
I had the boxes enchanted, so just mark to let me know!
Sincerely, No Wei
Well. What harm is there? He marks yes. The letter sparkles.
Well, he makes sure his schedule is set.
---
"Well, Rook," Vil starts as he works over the schedule, "mark the evening of the fourteenth as blocked out. I have dinner."
"O-ho~? With whom~?" His Vice Housewarden is so curious, of course.
"No Wei. It's a mid-level establishment... I assume there are coupons involved, considering. Politely--" He looks around first. No one is around. "--she invited me out so we may reconcile more. I refuse to let her pay, of course." A tut, shaking his head.
"Oui, oui, of course... so, what are you wearing, beautiful Vil?"
Vil pauses. "...I will decide wardrobe later."
"You should bring flowers for Reine du Non." An affirmative nod. "A token of a new friendship! Beaut!"
That IS a good idea.
---
With the busy schedule, admittedly, Vil has no time to talk down details--but the letter was clear on date, time, and location, and if nothing else she IS punctual.
Not quite a fully put-on suit. An overcoat, a button-up, a stylish tie, gloves, pants, and shoes. He has to look gorgeous and be winter ready with the fresh layer of snow. Considering about ten minutes before he went to Pomefiore, No had gone off bundled up--it means she's on the way via bus.
He'll take her back in the car, then.
She looked... nicely done up, at least, as nice as she gets.
---
"The reservation is under Schoenheit, but he isn't here yet." No stands nervously in front of the hostess. She had to jump into the nearby bookstore's bathroom to change into something more... nice? She can't really look feminine at school. The make-up too was a bit of an embarrassing endeavor. It's been a long time since she's gotten ready in a restroom. And, of course, she bought a novel to offset the use.
But it feels really nice to have her hair up and some make up on. The outfit is a nice button-up, with a skirt she had found and bought on impulse at a thrift store. The school ribbon in her hair, tights, and dress shoes--also a thrift store find. It's nice. Not--super stylish or in trend, but nice.
It's nice to feel pretty.
"Oh, come this way." The woman informs. "The other member of your party is already here."
"Oh--good!" No feels a little... nervous.
Well, she has ever right to be. Vil looks stunning. As per usual. It's ridiculous. He's too pretty for a man. It's bullshit.
But, the hostess pulls out the chair for her, and she takes a seat. Feeling... nervous? Why?
They've never really had pleasant time one-on-one.
"Hi." Yeah, even she knows that was lame.
"--and if you think for a second you're going to use some coupon special, I've already put my card down for the check." Bossy, as always. Well.
"--alright." Well, the letter did say--but uh. Yeah, he would make sure to re-iterate that, wouldn't he.
Vil sighs and shakes his head, and offers a simple single-flower bouquet. A beautiful white rose. "And--for you."
Hesitantly, No takes it. It's--absolutely gorgeous. A perfect white rose. And it smells wonderful! Admittedly, she really DOES like flowers. And it's been a long time since someone's given her one. Fine, yeah, she's smiling. "Thanks, Vil. It's lovely."
Then, he produces a vase; a wave of his wand puts in water. "So it doesn't wilt during our meal."
A nod, and No puts it in carefully, admiring the bloom.
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Well, this is a very surprising turn out. A skirt on No Wei! It hits home how much of a girl she actually is, with a fairly nice-fitting blouse, a skirt, tights, and shoes? Oh, yes--the make up too. That is certainly a girl when she's cleaned up. It really puts into perspective the efforts she goes through to hide her sex and the skewed perception of being at an all-boys-school.
Interesting.
There's some nervousness to her too--but how her blue eyes light up at the rose means they are stepping in the right direction.
Rook was right, and of course flowers do usually make girls happy.
The cuisine is French, and once they get the menus, No looks a little lost. Well, she IS from a foreign world.
"I have an idea." He ventures gently.
No slowly looks up at him. "Yes?"
"How about you have what I'm having."
There's a pause. "That works."
"Wonderful--the bisque, the Coq au vin, and of course the cheese course. Maybe dessert after if we're up to it."
No nods, agreeably. This is nice.
---
No takes in a breath as she sets down the menu and sips her water. In all honesty, there's a big relief. This is nice, a little awkward, but nice.
The table is really small, making this a pretty intimate setting. She's not really sure what to do with her hands so in her lap they stay. It was nice of him to invite her to dinner, though this is a BIT fancier than she expected.
Yeah, no, they would've gone for street kabobs if it was on her dime though and with the dieting Vil might've died.
The order is placed, at least.
"You look nice today." A compliment! It's startling.
"Thanks... um... you look great as always." It's true.
"I do try. You've cleaned up quite well."
"It's... uh, a rare opportunity..." This is so awkward.
"I--know." Oh good, HE'S awkward too. "..."
Awkward silence.
---
It is awkward, they spent an entire semester basically hating one-another and here they are--considering No's apparently the queen of friendship, he didn't think this reconciling part would be so difficult. But, he is the older, wiser member of this... "I am sorry. How... I found out, and better yet, our relationship until now. I didn't act my best in any aspect, and you did deserve better."
"I'm sorry too." She replies immediately. "I'd like to be friends, Vil."
"...Me too."
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Dinner is so good! No hasn't had this food before, and it is surprisingly delicious. Maybe there is something to this French Food (it is not as good as American cuisine). Honestly, it's also nice to chat with Vil. Go over the game plan for the SDC, and overall just be amicable with one-another. It makes this whole event a lot more stressful and more tolerable.
It's really nice.
She thinks maybe they could've been friends a lot sooner if they just sat down and talked.
"If you won't tell, I won't tell about dessert."
"Considering Ace dumped his laundry on mine today and said it wouldn't be a big deal if I did his too, yeah. Dessert sounds great."
Vil sighs. "So that explains the clothes in the snow."
"I washed them... It's just he's going to have to dry them." He deserves it too, in her humble opinion.
"Well, I recommend the Poire avec orange. I think you'll like it."
"Then let's go with that."
---
The suggestion was a good choice! No looks absolutely delighted with the dessert. A sweetened fruit, not as heavy in calories or sugars as many other choices--and a bit of a cheat day is necessary. Morale-wise, and considering what he's been blind too all this time when it comes to her... she needs it.
Plus, after the SDC not only will the prize money be donated to Ramshackle, he is going to personally oversee the repairs and bring up the conditions in a Housewarden meeting. This is a ridiculous scenario. A student should have never endured such conditions. What was the Headmaster even thinking putting a student there, let alone a girl!?
Wait.
He can't out that part.
It hits him this really is a secret he must keep.
---
The meal is done and No lets out a slow, careful breath. Content with both the food and the experience. It's been really nice with Vil. Honest to goodness nice. "I've had a really good time tonight, Vil, thanks. Though--I do have to go soon. The last bus leaves in twenty minutes."
Vil's eyes roll. "No, we're going back in a car. I can't let you go alone this late in the cold."
There's a moment to hesitate, but she nods. "Well, alright. Then I'm in your care."
The waiter arrives with the check, and Vil barely glances at it before he signs. He stands, picking up the vase. "Let's go, No. I'll wait for you outside so you can change. I've got wipes in the car for your face, so don't worry about the make up."
Honestly, she really likes this side of Vil. So this is why his students like him so much...
---
Rook cannot help his grin as he watches the pair leave.
They had such a lovely date~ He cannot wait to see how this further blooms.
His perfect Roi and Reine.
#vil schoenheit#no wei#yuu x vil#vil x no#valentines day twst#twst fic#twst writing#twst fanfiction#twst writings#anon asks
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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous OC fanfic
Title: I See My Future In Your Eyes
Setting: Season 5. During “The Final Test”
Ship: Casey x April, Kenji X Brooklynn
I do not own anything!!!
Casey sighed as he loosened the tie on his suit. Yaz and Sammy commented that he and Kenji looked absolutely adorable but…Kenji recently left with Daniel to interest some investors and thought that Brooklynn was seeing Ben and Darius behind his back. Casey looked around and asked, “Where’s April?”
He then looked down and grumbled under his breath. I’m an idiot…What if she thinks I’m not good enough for her? What if she thinks TJ is worth more her time? What if…
He suddenly heard Sammy and April’s indistinct voices say encouraging things and then stepped out the most beautiful girl on Earth. April’s jade green eyes glowed and she wore a long, sleeveless, shining, purple evening gown, faintly seen purple heels, white armpit length opera gloves, a silver choker, diamond earrings, and her red hair tied in a low bun.
“Ello…” April said.
“Wow…” Casey blushed. “You look…You look…”
April blushed as well. “Is it too much?”
“No…This is perfect. You are perfect.”
April smiled and sat down next to him. Casey smiled and then a B.R.A.D-X showed up. Casey yelped in fear and the B.R.A.D asked, “What would you like to eat?”
Casey sighed in relief. “Thank God…He’s friendly. We’ll take medium cooked filet mignons please.”
“Affirmative.”
The B.R.A.D then left and Casey looked at April. “Sorry about that. This whole time, the robots have been trying to kill us.”
“It’s alright.” April put her hand on his hand.
A few minutes later, the B.R.A.D showed up with the plates of steak. Casey looked at his hand which morphed into his raptor claw. “Should we?”
“We’re dressed fancy, so let’s eat fancy.” April replied.
Casey’s hand turned back to normal and he picked up the silverware that was next to him.
Around two hours later, the food was finished and the couple stood up and left the room. They took a walk around the facility and found themselves on the roof. It seems like Kenji, Daniel, and the investors party was over. Suddenly, some soft slow dance music came on and April smiled. She then held out her arm and asked, “Do you care for a dance?”
“I-I don’t know how to dance.” Casey answered.
“It’s okay. Mum and her boyfriend at the time taught me so…I can teach you.”
Casey and April walked and then April proceeded to teach him how to slow dance. Casey slowly got the hang of it and smiled. April smiled too and said, “That’s good. You’re getting the hang of it.”
“Wow…I’m actually dancing…I never thought I’d being doing this” Casey smiled and everything else didn’t matter.
The search for his mother, Caroline, didn’t matter. Neither did Ben, Brooklynn, and Darius’s suspicions, or anything. What was mattering was the beautiful redhead in front of him. April rested her head on his chest and she whispered, “I love you…”
Casey blushed. “I love you too…”
With that, they continued their slow dance together and little did they know was there was TJ in the hallway with a crushed rose in his hand. The bully stormed off and April felt like something was off. She shivered a little and Casey asked, “What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing.” April replied. “I felt a little chilly.”
“Here.” Casey took off his suit jacket and placed it over her shoulders.
April smiled and then Casey helped her into the hallways. She looked at him and then blushed. “Hey, Casey?”
“Yeah?”
“I…Can you stay with me tonight?”
“Sure…”
“Thanks…”
#camp cretaceous oc#jurassic world camp cretaceous#brooklynn jwcc#ben pincus#darius bowman#kenji kon#yasmina fadoula#sammy gutierrez#fanfic#yasammy#oc x oc#perfect by Camila Cabello#kenlynn#fluff fic
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For Jens….. Care, First, and Loss??
!!!! thank you sm for asking!!
Care: How does your OC engage in self-care, if at all? If they don't, why not?
i think the closest to real self care jens gets is very meticulous hair maintenance. partially for the sake of actually caring for her hair partially because it just feels very good and it makes her feel like a person! it’s v affirming to maintain that one part of herself with care
First: Has your OC ever been the one to leave first? Why did they go, and who did they leave behind? Do they regret it?
jens broke off a political betrothal!! she got very nervous about having a permanent tie and responsibility to menzoberranzan politics so she rallied her brothers and left her youngest brother to take her place. she only regrets that they can’t really return to see her baby brother but the rest of it she doesn’t think much about
Loss: Is there anyone important to your OC who has passed away? How did they handle the loss?
she had an tutor pass away when she was young and she couldn’t openly grieve for her!!! she’d have to hide away as often as possible to actually let herself feel it, then very quickly button back up and pretend to be unaffected :-( up to and throughout the events of bg3, decades later, it has impacted her ability to process loss
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And the Polling Tells Us...
by Don Hall
According to recent* polling:
66% of Americans believe that President Biden is failing.
50% of Americans believe that trans issues are being exaggerated.
100% of Americans believe that New York pizza is the best pizza.
33% of Americans believe that diversity in the workplace is important.
40% of Americans believe that reading comprehension is overrated.
I'm a proponent of using data over feelings when it comes to determining my investment in the current dysfunctional nature of Americans these days. Yes, I'm the cat who, when he reads a headline that states unequivocally that NUCLEAR ENERGY SHOWN TO BE SEXIST, RACIST, AND ABLEIST IN RECENT STUDY, goes to the study and reads it to parse out fact from fiction. When I read an article in the New York Times that links to a Pew poll that indicates that 87% of Hispanic Americans loathe the term LatinX I click the link to see if that is truth or bullshit. I read a headline that tells me Candace Cameron Bure Posted A Five-Minute Video Explaining Why JoJo Siwa Called Her The Rudest Celeb She's Ever Met, I think "I don't know who the fuck these people are so who gives a shit?"
Not long ago, as I was checking out a Gallup poll about something highly partisan claiming to define the sides of yet another boutique cultural issue, it occurred to me that in 56 years, I had never been a part of one of these vaunted polls. Following up that thought was the realization that I didn';t know anyone who had been polled by Pew or Gallup despite living in a list of cities and states. Later, as this dilemma spiraled in my sun-soaked brain at the pool, I asked the burley dude sunning a few chairs away "Hey. Dude. Have you ever participated in one of those Gallup polls?" He had not.
I asked the six or seven adults out at the pool and none of us had ever been asked to be one of the poll people. Who are these people they ask? How many of them are there? Are they the same set of individuals who determine the results? What are the questions and how are they skewed?
Time to get busy.
The next day, I headed over to the 7-Eleven on the Sahara. I decided to do some of my own Literate Ape polling*.
I wore a shirt and tie in 111˚ heat, had a clipboard, and asked people if they would consent to answering one question for an official poll. Everyone (including the homeless guy who resembled an emaciated Kid Rock) agreed and answered. All told, I received polling data from eighteen Americans currently either living in or visiting Las Vegas, Nevada. Demographics covered included 22-34, 35-54, 55-67, White, African American, Hispanic American, and whatever ethnicity and age Kid Rock represented. Ten women, eight men.
The results (with scrutiny):
66% of Americans believe that President Biden is failing. I asked three people "How's Joe Biden doing as president so far?"
50% of Americans believe that trans issues are being exaggerated. Two people were asked "Trans Issues: Mountain or Molehill?"
100% of Americans believe that New York pizza is the best pizza. Kid Rock answered affirmatively to the question "Is New York Pizza the best?" I don't think he knew the difference between an NYC slice and any other kind of pizza nor if he actually understood the question.
33% of Americans believe that diversity in the workplace is important. Three people (Black, white, Hispanic) were asked. Only the white woman thought diversity was important.
40% of Americans believe that reading comprehension is overrated. Ten people. Six thought reading comprehension was either a good thing or "Yeah. It's OK." Four hated reading and prefer social media to reading.
The entire experiment reminded me of the doctor recommendations of smoking unfiltered cigarettes because they are good for your "T" zone in the 1950s, the 4 out of 5 dentists who recommend Trident, and the back and forth in medical studies that either encourage coffee drinking as healthy or as the cause of early dementia.
This is not to say that these official national polls are as full of shit as my Literate Ape polls. Both Gallup and Pew have methodologies in place and, if you look into each set of results you can find out the exact phrasing of the questions and the select grouping of people polled but, for Chrissakes, don't just accept these results as fact.
In case you were wondering, the average children for Literate Ape editors is 1 and the average divorces for that demographic is 1.5. Them's the facts.
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Prologue: By the End
The ship hunched at the edge of the metal platform, the bulk of it looming in the darkness as the red running lights along its hull pulsed faintly in time with the sound of the welding arm's sparks scattering across the metal membrane somewhere several yalms down the line. The model was older, the faint texture of geometric patterns in its outer shields not as detailed by reinforcements as the later transport vessels that Caelia had flown on. It had been retrofitted with upgraded shielding along its bottom, likely during the early days of the first Doman resistance from the look of them, but otherwise seemed rather untouched. The gaping wound in the starboard facing near the ships's main cargo bay affirmed Caelia's suspicions that the unit had been captured by the Eorzean Alliance at some point.
"Vesper class transport vessel. Used primarily for moving smaller armored units between the manufacturing facilities and the outer Castrums." Caelia was surprised at how steady her voice sounded. Her grip on the ivory handled cane that the Sharlayans had supplied her with was the only thing keeping her knees from buckling at the sight of the vessel and the memories it surfaced. "Slow, and not particularly maneuverable, but even one this old has a hide thick enough to shrug off most fire from most ground based artillery."
"Most," Justiene's voice was soft as always. The elezen turned and gestured towards the running lights. "We're also planning to give her a bit of a face lift, to better match her new mission."
"And what might that be?" Caelia tore her gaze away from the ship to look at her friend. Since she'd woken up in Sharlayan some moons before she'd gradually come to trust the elezen as one of her closer friends in this strange and erudite land. Even so she knew well enough that Justiene's scheming was eventually going to be aimed her way.
"Research and exploration, of course." Justiene paused, and for a moment Caelia was afraid she would leave it at that, if only to torture the former Garlean's sense of curiosity. To her relief the woman went on, "As you know, a myself and a few of our other friends have some skepticism that the Forum will actually follow through on their vow to make use of the moon base for the good of Etheirys as a whole. The Bibliothecs' influence is simply too strong still to allow the completely free sharing of knowledge. They'll tie it up in bureaucracy and pointless debates until something else draws the Star's attention away again."
"So you're going to force their hand?" Caelia turned to face the elezen, looking almost eye-to-eye with her as she measured the woman's response.
"Let's say we're planning to call their bluff," Justinene looked amused, and an icy pit of understanding formed within Caelia's stomach as she realized where the woman was going. "I'm hoping you'll help us do it, Captain."
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Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe
I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
Where you belong
It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you.
Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.
"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.
"Okay come fast" you give a smile.
"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.
‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.
"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers.
"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly.
‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.
‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!"
"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.
"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him.
‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.
‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.
‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.
"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.
‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.
‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’
‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.
‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.
"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.
"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.
"Where were you?" you pouted.
"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends"
"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly
"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.
"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.
"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.
"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.
"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you.
The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom.
Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red.
He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you.
You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up.
"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it.
"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes"
"Yes what?" He demands.
"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently.
"Good girl"
You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache.
He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath.
"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you.
"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.
"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop.
"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots.
"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.
"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move.
"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.
‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes
‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.
‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan.
"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.
You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth.
"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault.
You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers.
Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure.
‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you.
You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.
"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.
"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly.
"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected.
"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.
"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.
"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips
"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.
"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.
"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.
"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths.
"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath.
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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au jungwoo
another late birthday au....but happy snoopy day <3
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"congratulations and welcome to the team!"
the overly peppy voice that comes out of the body of the middle-aged man somehow doesn't match the soulless look in his eyes
he hands you a whistle and a t-shirt, which when you unfold greets you with the name of the water park you've been cursed to work at all summer
the font is big and bubbly and very, very, very yellow - it's almost nauseating
you turn the shirt around and on the back, in that same childish font, is the word staff
"jungwoo, glad to see you here again!"
you turn your head to see the man, who is your shift manager, patting a rather thin and tall looking boy on the back
he makes a gagging noise which the manager just laughs heartily at before dropping the same shirt and whistle in jungwoo's palm
"hey wait - which ride am i on this year?"
"um let me see - you're on ........ ah, the log flume with the new employee."
you motion to yourself because it seems like you're the only new face at the orientation
everyone else has cliqued up and is already mumbling about how much this is going to suck with each other
jungwoo slinks over and throws the shirt over his shoulder
"log flume kinda sucks, just so you know."
"really? i can't imagine getting sprayed by residual dirty water isn't a thrilling experience - especially when it happens a hundred times a day."
there's a pause and then a large grin forms of jungwoo's features
"oh - i like you."
you affirm the notion with a little bit of a prideful shrug and smile yourself
good, i think i like you too.
of course - when you and jungwoo first exchange these sentiments, it's nothing more than an employee-to-employee relationship
jungwoo has a sense of humor that either tends to fly over peoples heads or offend them (sometimes both)
but you catch on quickly and sometimes even beat him in a game of his own wits
during an opening shift where you two are testing the ride and cleaning up the waiting area, jungwoo confides that when he was in middle school someone had pointed out that he's "eccentric"
you scrunch your nose up as you tie a knot around the garbage bag in your hand
"eccentric is a polite way of saying fucking weird, you know that right jungwoo?"
"do you think im 'fucking weird' then?"
he does a pose and you shake your head with a little laugh
"no i think you're just....you."
he relaxes his limbs and tilts his head to the side, without a verbal answer you somehow sense that that was the one thing jungwoo really wanted to hear
working the log flume though - is as hellish as expected
most of your days are spent standing in those hot, cheap plastic ponchos and waving at families with screaming children or rowdy teenagers who barely fit in the ride with their bony knees
despite your efforts to keep dry, you and jungwoo always end up soaked
he's forgetful and clumsy so half the time you have to share the towel you bring with him, not to mention your lunch gets gobbled up by him too
you ask at some point why jungwoo just doesn't bring his own stuff - you are not a one-stop 7/11 shop
he laughs and takes a bite into the huge soft pretzel sold in the water park
"why should i bring anything, you've always got everything we need!"
a pang like the toll of a bell vibrates through the cavity of your chest
we - what about "we", there's no "we", there's just......."friends"
a sour taste in your mouth accompanies the thought and so you push it to the back of your mind
"still - at least start bringing your own change of clothes, you're too tall for any of my shirts."
"crop-tops are in though!"
you stare down at the switchboard that operates the log flume - the buttons with scraping labels, the emergency stop button, the little cubbies below where people leave their phones
the park is closing in thirty minutes and jungwoo has scampered off to hand in your ticket collection to the manager
the summer evening is hovering between the last beams of light and suddenly - alone at the top of the ride - something shifts
you unfile the thought you had before, the idea of what 'we' means to you and jungwoo
and you come to a daunting realization that, after only a couple of weeks of laughter and grueling minimum wage work, the statement "i think i like you too" is starting to take a new shape in your heart
"hey - did you drown up there?"
you lean over the side and see jungwoo below waving
even with the distance the essence of his warm shine floats up and tickles at your cheeks.
you swat it away, but it doesn't work.
"no - the log flume ghost caught me, i can't come down."
you joke back and he salutes
"wait there, i will come save you - i have fought that ghost once before!"
he's joking, but something flutters its wings when you hear him rush up the steps with all the seriousness of coming to get you. to save you.
when he reaches you - you mask the weird flush climbing up your spine - and pretend to be flailing
jungwoo gives you a kindergarten laugh as he joins in on the fun - a fake punch to the face of a fake ghost
he grabs you around the waist and tugs you toward him, and inches from his face, you see something behind the childish glint in the brown of his eyes.
he's so handsome.
"saved you! let's get out of here or the manager will accuse us of trying to sneak in overtime."
the weight of his hands on you is only described as comforting, easy. so very easy.
so even when he lets go and you are trailing behind him and the rest of the park employees after closing you miss it, you miss the touch of a friend who is becoming a lot more than just that.
"jungwoo's being switched to the lazy river starting today, that place is such a cease pool of idiocy that i need more coverage on it."
a groan escapes jungwoo before you can even process what the manager is saying
"what? but i hate that place most of all - do you know how many random dads get into fights on that thing?"
"am i going to be on log flume alone?"
your voice is way calmer than you expect it to be and the manager makes a passive motion with his hand, "yep - and i trust you'll handle it fine."
jungwoo's look is apologetic and slightly bitter, you reach out to give him a pat on the shoulder, but your palm hovers above the fabric of his shirt before pulling embarrassingly back to your side
either he doesn't notice or he chooses not to say anything because jungwoo turns and trudges over to the other three people assigned to the river
without jungwoo, the weird gnawing feeling of a summer crush only gets stronger, because now that he's not glued to your side
you miss him so terribly it almost makes you feel sick
coupled with the boredom of being alone the entire day with strangers seems to just worsen the symptoms
a week into the switch, you make the choice to visit jungwoo on your lunch break
you arrive just in time to see the aftermath of one of those dad fights he had mentioned
jungwoo is waist-deep in the water with two of those inflatable tubes on either side. he looks like he's negotiating a war truce between two disgruntled generals and he hands the tubes back as the men disperse to their respective families with scowls on their faces
jungwoo is also not wearing a shirt
"lazy river is much more hands-on then log flume"
the line of his back is lean and there are some healing bruises under his ribs which you can only assume are from his rather clumsy nature, the other thought of what could have caused them makes your head spin
"hey - i see you're literally in the trenches"
jungwoo turns and runs a hand through his wet bangs to get a better look at you. the action shouldn't make your knees feel like jelly.
"i hate this place, come over here and dunk my head underwater please."
you squat down near the edge and jungwoo wades closer to you
you place a brown paper bag beside you and motion to it
"im assuming you still aren't bringing your own lunches and are surviving off scraps from everyone else?"
he grins, "you know me so well"
i know i do - you think to say, but keep the words in your throat - i know i do, which is weird because we've been friends for a little over a month.
"hows log flume?"
"boring without you."
jungwoo whistles and you catch the way the sun makes every little drop of water on him glisten
"ill stop by on my break since you stopped by on yours"
a second of comfortable silence passes and jungwoo jumps up and out of the river with an ease
he grabs the lunch you've brought and is about to say something when a whistle from the other side of the river catches your attentions
"ugh this place is supposed to be lazy."
he complains and before he turns to the direction of the sound, he touches your cheek with the slightly wet palm of his hand
"thanks for lunch, see you later."
the gesture haunts you.
you even ask someone in the line for log flume what it means and she gives you a side glare that can only be conjured by a specific breed of mom.
you try to google it, but nearly drop your phone into the water.
jungwoo doesn't come by that day - he actually only manages to visit you the next day.
he shows up in his trunks, no shirt, and the towel he never gave back to you after he borrowed it over his shoulder
"sorry, do you know how many kids get food poisoning and decide the riv-"
you put up a hand to stop him from divulging details and jungwoo leans against the post that controls the ride as you wave off the next bunch of people
you feel him watch you before he joins you and helps start lowering the bar for the next log that splashes its way into the starting point
as you two go through the rows with practiced repetition
you meet in the middle
your hands both reach out to touch the bar, bringing it down over the laps of two young-looking middle schoolers who are pretending not to be holding hands
one of them giggles as you and jungwoo's fingers brush
the slight pass of skin on skin feels like a burst of electricity
stepping back to wave the group off - jungwoo slips in beside you and asks with a kind of strained sarcasm
"who takes their date on the log flume?"
"i think it's cute."
jungwoo doesn't miss a beat and that's what nearly knocks you backwards
"wanna go with me on our day off?"
jungwoo asks you on a date.
that you're sure off. but why - that's the part that does not click for you.
so is it a friend thing - are the 'we' on this 'date' just two friends running around the water park they work at with the freedom of having to not do their jobs? are the 'we' on this 'date' something completely different?
the nervousness makes you jump when jungwoo meets up with you at the bust stop and he doesn't look or feel any different than usual
you start to accept that your first thought is correct - this is a platonic date - nothing more
until you get to the waterpark and put your things away and jungwoo pulls a small container from his bag
"what's that?"
"you're always taking care of me, i want to take care of you for once too."
he opens it and inside are some lopsided looking cookies
"did you- jungwoo did you bake this?"
he poke his tongue out, but nods
"well, a friend who is a better cook than me helped."
they taste better than you could have imagined, you take a bite and understand that no something is definitely
different
friends don't hold their other friends hand the entire day
friends don't lean into their other friends shoulder while waiting in the line for one of the rides and then biting softly down on the skin, kissing it after like an apologetic kitten
and friends don't kiss their other friends in the dark, shady corner where a line of vending machines have been abandoned behind the pretzel stand
the infamous makeout spot that every water park employee buzzes about
when your date comes to an end and you and jungwoo are waiting for the bus back, you keep touching your lips.
jungwoo tastes like citrus when he kisses
there are some things i don't know about him
you smile to yourself when his pinkie brushes yours and hooks up with it as the bus approaches
i can't wait to learn all of them
it takes the manager exactly forty-eight hours to figure out you and jungwoo are dating.
everyone else in the park gets the memo the minute you two step into the staff room.
there's a little pushback against it, just because there is some stupid company policy, but the manager claps you both on your backs and whispers that whatever - it is summer - kids should have fun during the summer.
maybe the fun means sneaking kisses on lunch breaks, visiting each other on your off days, swapping shifts so you two can arrive and leave together
the fun of having jungwoo nuzzle his wet face into the back of your neck as he complains about work
the fun of having you trace patterns on his arm as you two wait for the bus home
the fun of seeing each other outside of work, sprawling across his bedroom floor and talking about nonsense
the fun of jungwoo's features shifting from languid and sleepy to acute as you shift your weight ontop of him and let your hands flirt with the hem of his shirt
"cover those up jungwoo, we are a family-friendly establishment"
the manager mumbles, motioning to jungwoo's neck with his pen
you thin your lips and jungwoo huffs, slapping a bandage or two on the slightly puffed skin
when the days get a little colder and the droves of families dwindle slowly, you know that your summer job is coming to an end
on your last days, you have back your uniforms and whistles and the manager makes a speech about how much good work has been done and how he's holding back his tears, but he's sure he'll see you next year
jungwoo mutters that you two can't come back here next year - you two should look into summer jobs at the mall or something
your last walk from the park gates to the bus stop home is calm, even a little chilly. jungwoo drapes a hand around your shoulder and pulls you into him for the warmth.
"we never got to go on the log flume together"
you suddenly muse and jungwoo coaxes his mouth into a frown
"you really want to go together on that contraption? it's not even fun."
"it's sentimental to us."
"that's a weird thing to say."
he looks at you and you poke his cheek
"it's an eccentric thing to say."
a number of summers pass until you and jungwoo ever follow up on the notion
actually, the one summer you two end up sitting together on the log flume, is not even at the water park from your memories
it's somewhere abroad
you're on vacation together and jungwoo claims you dragged him onto this thing
but you see the little smile he tries to hide when the bar comes down
the two teenagers working the ride brush their fingers as they do so, catching the look of shyness that passes from one to the other you giggle and take jungwoo's hand in your own
"what's funny?"
he asks and you tell him oh, nothing.
the ride starts and just as the log reaches the end of the dip - you let out a small shout of excitement
jungwoo joins you, but he doesn't just make a sound. he says something.
"i love you!"
oh, i think i like you too - the sweet taste comes back.
"i thin- i know i love you too!"
#shoutout to ONF - Sukhumvit Swimming#nct scenarios#jungwoo scenarios#nct au#jungwoo au#nct imagines#jungwoo imagines#nct 127 scenarios#nct 127 au#jungwoo#nct#nostalgia!au#sfw#water/
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Izuku x reader x Bakugou izuku loves reader and Uraraka and reader is tired of being his second choice and pulls herself out of the equation only to see Katsuki was the person for her and she explores that years later Deku tries to ask her out since Uraraka left him and Katsuki steps in telling him he can’t manipulate her or something like that thank youuu!!
Sure thing!!! Deku might be a lil out of character bc in reality he is such a soft bean but LESSGOOO.
Bakugou x fem!reader, deku x fem!reader, deku x ochako
TW: cheating, angst, a bit spicy at the end
Angst to fluff 🐜💞
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!!💞💞💞
(I think the art was by @mkm_storage on twitter, but I can't completely remember, sorry )<33
He wants her
Summary: during your time at UA you always were second choice to Midoriya, you knew he 'loved' you but he also loved ochako. After a nasty break up bakugo becomes the man you always desired and the man to protect you. Even when izuku comes crawling back....
Deku was one of your first friends at UA, along with Bakugo. He was strong, smart and exceptionally kind. Plus, his motivation to become the number one was always something to be admired.
You saw yourself as average. Your quirk was good, but not enough to be the top of the class. You could pass all the tests, but you weren't the smartest in the class. Even when it come to athletics you could out perform some, but never beat the people at the top. People like midoriya, bakugo and todoroki were unreachable to you.
Suprisingly, you didn't last ot get you down. You worked hard and accomplished things due to it, your goal was to save people. Not make competition between classmates. So instead, you would attempt to help people out. Mainly deku.
That is how you two began dating, one day during a study session in his room he asked you out. And you obviously agreed. He was amazing and so kind.
But something was nagging you at the back of your mind...
Uraraka....
Don't get me wrong, she was lovely. She never hurt you and instead was always there for you. The two of you would hang out and go shopping together, even training together whilst spilling secrets and crushes. You knew she liked him and she knew you liked him too... it was a tricky situation but it would be stupid of you to deny his confession, right?
It was almost 2 years into your relationship, if you could even call it that. Nothing seemed to scream "boyfriend and girlfriend". No hugs, no kisses and no affection. To be honest, many people in your own class didn't know the two of you were even together.
But one if the few that did was Bakugo. He knew how you felt... he could see it written all over your face. You were unhappy and overall anxious about your relationship. Not that you would ever admit that.
He also knew about Uraraka... how you knew about the affection being given to her by YOUR boyfriend, how you tried to keep them distant due to the fear of being replaced. How they kept you distant, but still close enough to be hurt by everything...
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*BAKUGO POV*
'Fucking disgusting' Bakugo thought, he sat in the back of the classroom.
He was 10 minutes early, but Kaminari wouldn't give him peace if he weren't in class. To his surprise Deku arrived early too, looking a little bit anxious and also... expectant?? Was he waiting for someone? It was pretty rare you would get to class early, you were known for sleeping in and arriving late by a couple of minutes...
A few second rolled around and then she entered. The 'best friend' who made you Deku's second choice, without you even fully realising it. But why were they alone.... usually you would be close by, standing in the corner and watching dead-eyed as you wait for your turn of affection. The turn that rarely came unless you threatened to leave.
As if he weren't there, the two started hugging talking and even blushing. Uraraka sat on Deku's desk and giggled at the slightest breath that would escape the nerds mouth. He didn't care about what they were speaking about. Until....
"You know Deku, we should hang out some time? Maybe have a coffee date." A small goggle escaped her mouth as her pink cheeks become more pronounced. Her legs swayed enthusiastically as Deku nodded without a word, his face crimson red and eyes wide.
Did he fucking forget he had a girlfriend? Or is he a scumbag?
Just as he was about to scream bloody murder at deku, he noticed you stood in the door way. Your demeanor uncharacteristically cold and threatening. The room felt heavy as deafening silence replaced the irritating giggles escaping Ochako's mouth....
*Y/N POV*
This was the final fucking straw...
You have been waiting outside your classroom for a minute now and all that can be heard is your 'best friends' giggling and your boyfriends flirtatious talking. You pelaed your head around the corner only to hear
"You know Deku, we should hang out some time? Maybe have a coffee date." And giggles escape the man stealing brunettes mouth.
And what made your blood run cold was his reaction. Fucking nodding. Blushing. Eyes wide. Obviously excited for the date.
You knew you were second choice. You always knew he would put hero work before you, studying before you. And even stronger girls before you. Ever since the two of you started dating that was a prominent factor in your relationship. But you still tried... so hard. You tried so hard to keep the love together, to grasp onto the memories you two had. To keep gluing the shattered pieces of your heart together each time he would push you aside for your own friend...
Sadness quickly turned to anger. You were pissed. Nearly 2 years of NOTHING. Everything was a waste, god why were you so naive. Thinking a boy so wound up in his fantasy would love you like you loved him. Thinking your best friend wouldn't go behind your back just to be with him. Thinking he would decline her even though it was obvious he liked her too.
Hah "too". Could you even say he ever liked you? Or did he pretend he liked you? Maybe he did like you.... but if he did why would he do this? If he didn't like you why would he waste your time?
You were angry and confused. And you have had enough.
That's when you were noticed by bakugo, uraraka and deku. You didn't care if your other close friend Bakugo was there, you could tell by the look on his face that he was going to lose his shit and scream at them. But this was your relationship. You were going to make all hell go lose. And you don't care if others see it. The more humiliating, the better. Just like he humiliated you.
"A date, huh?" Yous started off, calmly. This brought surprise to everyone in the room, you were talking almost as if it was girl gossip and talking about crushes. Like it was an activity you were excited to hear about.
But when you didn't get a response.... your face turned sour.
"Really a fucking date? You seem to be forgetting that I am your girlfriend" you time raised as you walked over to the two traitors. "You know what, fuck that thought. I was your girlfriend. But Hah, NOT ANYMORE!"
"You really think I didn't have the slightest idea what was going on? You think that I am thick enough to think you two would leave each other alone, huh? To not keep my eyes on you? You two are both scumbags. Ones a friend who has knew about my crush on you months before she admitted hers to anyone, and my EX-boyfriend who thought I wouldn't know about being the sidechick. "
Bakugo stared in amazement. He has never seen you so confident before, especially if you've just been hurt.
You took a breather.
"We're done, I refuse to be your second option Midoriya. I've wasted so much time on your ass, and I regret every second of it."
"Y/N wait, please. Clam down, it's alla misunderstanding. I love you both, I just need time to figu-"
"SHUT YOUR TRAP NERD!" Bakugo snapped, ramming his chair backs and standing up, his hands shoved in his pockets as he walked over to you. "She's wasted two years on your ungrateful ass, enjoy your little date shitty nerd."
"Y/N... I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doi-" tears welled up in ochako eyes....
Guilt tripping, really? Could she not even face her own consequences without crying about it?
"Can it Uraraka. We are done too, I don't want to be friends with a man stealer."
And with that you and Bakugo left the room, leaving the two traitors to their own devices. Hoping they enjoy their little 'date'.
Little did you know, yours and Bakugos friendship would kindle onto something warmer, larger and more loving. After 6 months of being single, he confessed to you and promised to be there for you and never leave your side.
And he stuck with that promise. He never replaced you. He never made you a side chick. He did show affection to you (mostly in privacy where he could be open, but it was still more than Midoriya would ever show).
He made you feel loved, he even studied with you and bumped your grades from B's to A's. And that isn't even brushing on the fact that he made your quirky stronger. Ofcourse the two of you had some issues, like every couple, however he would apologise (it takes him a while, but he actually does apologise) and give you positive affirmations of being enough.
You loved him.
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*TIME SKIP!!!! PRO HERO GALA. Deku isnumber 1 hero, bakugo is number 2 hero and you are number 7 hero!!*
It was a beautiful night, you and bakugo had both moved up a rank. Placing him in the second rank and you in the 7th rank. It was a night to be celebrated, and a night for the two if you to celebrate your anniversary. The two of you had been dating for 5 years now (you were both 22) and still going strong.
Both of you looked amazing; your H/C hair perfectly styled, a small amount of makeup precisely placed onto your face and your crimson dress flowed elegantly down your body.
And let's just say Katsuki was looking fine as hell too; his suit fit tightly against his muscles, rippling and stretching with each moves. He wore a crimson tie, the same colour as your dress, which can unusual for Katsuki due to his odd undying hatred for ties.
His hair was also neatly trimmed into an undercut, a faint scar running along his scar due to a previous villain attack. But some things never change, like the scowl that adorned his face.
The dancing had just finished and pro-heros gathered in groups to chat amongst themselves. However, you had a different thought in mind.
You hadn't eaten all day, the only thing in your digestive system was half a slice of toast that you managed to eat for breakfast. But the food placed along the tables on the far side of the hall looked mouth wateringly good.
"Katsuki, I'm going to go get a bite to eat, okay?"you murmered, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before scurrying over the the food.
You turned around, painting the nicest smile you could muster. The sight of his face boiled your blood as memories of your neglectful relationship crossed your mind.
You began placing the food on your small styrofoam plate until you heard a small familiar voice behind you-
"Hey Y/N, long time no see." Fuck it was Midoriya. A small nervous giggle escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck.
His face still boiled your blood as you remembered the time you wasted in the neglectful relationship. His false act of kindness made your stomach twist in violent anger.
That was until you realised he was alone. Uraraka was no where in sight, you don't even think she turned up to the pro-hero gala. It was probably down to her most recent embarrassment, being caught cheating again on the number one hero with her most recent sidekick.
"Yeah. I see you're the number 1 hero now. You finally got there in the end."
Keep your cool y/n. You have Katsuki now, Deku can't do shit to you anymore.
"Yep, it took a lot. And Kacchan in the number 2 now, huh? That's great!"
The two of you paused. The tension in the air was thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.
"Hey, uhhh, Y/N. I'm really sorry about what happened between the two of us," he hung his head down and stuffed his hands in his pockets, his voice low. " I was wondering if we could start over, maybe get back in touch, ya know? We could start again, get back together. I've reached my goal now, nothings stopping us."
His headshot back up as he looked into your eyes. Your face morphed into one of shock. Did this asshole really just ask if you two could start fresh?
"I know we ended on bad terms Y/N, and I know you are with kacchan right now but I really miss you. I can do so much better for you, I have more money. More land. A higher ranking. I could even boost your ranks."
He paused and you placed the plate of food onto the table, getting ready to possibly smack this bitch.
"I know what Kacchan is like, he is toxic and you don't look happy. Do you not miss me? Remember the time we went on a picnic and you couldn't stop laughing? He can't give that to you. Kacchan can't give anything to yo-"
A firm hand grasped his shoulder and tugged Midoriya far enough back so they could be face to face.
"K-kacchan."
"The fuck are you doing near my girlfriend, Deku?"
A low growl rumbled from Katsuki's throat as he stared down into Midoriya's eyes, his grip tightening.
"I asked a question moron, answer it. "
"I, uhhh. I was g-getting to know them a bit more." Midoriya glanced over to you, as if asking for help, but instead you crossed your arms and shook your head.
"He was trying to get back with me Katsuki, and decided to trash talk you along the way."
The audible gulp that left Midoriya's throat made a low chuckle rumble from within Katsuki.
"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to piss off outta 'ere before I blast your ass. And speak to my girl again and there will be consequences." Katsuki let go of Midoriya (who was now visibly shaken). "Now get lost."
Deku scrambled away, his composure completely lost as some pro-heros starednin confusion, only to go back to talking within their little groups.
"You okay, princess?" Katsuki steadily walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a kiss to your forehead.
"I'll be fine, it was just a surprise that's all." You sighed, letting out the shaky breath and relaxing your tense muscles.
"Let's go home, I'll give you a better night to remember."
A smirk made it's way onto your boyfriends lips as one hand squeezed your ass.
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I am back from my break!! Sorry this took a while, I was dealing with my mental health but it's finally finished!! I hope it is what you wanted. 💞💞
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