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gojo-x-reader · 3 years

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Not So Special Now

Relationship(s): F!Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Tags: fluff (at the end), reader-focused

AO3 Link: here

Words: ~4k

Request: “hello there, i love ur soulmate and marriage life hc 🥺 can you make scenario/hc/drabble whatever u prefer where his fem/gn so is also a sorcerer and gets hurt/injured on a mission? thank you!”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Your boyfriend, Satoru, asked you. His hands were on your biceps, giving it a worried, yet comforting squeeze.

“Yes, Satoru,” you answered, a little annoyed at how he was treating you. It’s been several years since either of you were in high school; this wasn’t your first mission.

“I can’t help but worry, you know. It’s your first ever special grade assignment.”

“Just because I’m not the same rank as you, Mr. Special Grade, doesn’t mean I’m weak. Besides, there are two others going so I’m not doing this alone.”

“I know, I know.” Satoru pressed his lips gently onto your forehead, then gazed into your eyes lovingly. In a rare instance while on the job, his blindfold was replaced with dark sunglasses. You reached up to shift them down, allowing you to gaze into his bright blue eyes. They were breathtaking no matter how many times you saw them. You moved your hands from his glasses to his shoulders, forcing him down so you could reach up to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you promised.

The two of you embraced one more time before you joined your other group members for the mission. You turned back and waved at him as the three of you entered the car to be driven to the location for your mission.

“Sure wish Gojo-san was coming with us,” one of them mused. “He could handle this mission single-handedly and we could just stay home.” He sighed deeply, then put in headphones and stared out the window.

“Why isn’t he taking this mission?” your other group member asked. She stared at you, eager to know.

You had just met these two today (not even knowing their names, except that they were both Grade 1 sorcerers like you) and you weren’t sure how well this mission would go. “Well,” you began, “for one, he works best alone. Second, Satoru fights best when he’s away from civilians.”

The girl hummed, then crossed her arms in thought. The three of you awkwardly rode in silence for about five minutes, before the girl grabbed your arm suddenly. “Soooo, how long have you been dating Gojo Satoru?” She asked eagerly. There was something about her that seemed familiar, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

You weren’t sure why this was any business of someone you just met, but you decided to indulge her to hopefully make this awkward car ride, well, less awkward.

“Two years, almost three,” you answered. The two of you had known each other since high school, but it wasn’t until almost four years ago that you had reconnected after you moved back to Tokyo, and almost three years ago when you started dating. To this day you still had no clue why he would get a crush on you over all people. There were much prettier girls he had spent more time with, why you?

“Annnnd? A ring soon?” She gushed, gripping your arm harder.

You shrugged. Satoru and you had discussed marriage at some point, but both of you were busy at the moment, especially with Ryomen Sukuna being somewhat revived into the world. While Yuuji was still technically “dead” to others, Satoru had trusted you enough to tell you about how his student had pretty much been revived from the dead. On your days off, you often visited your boyfriend and helped out with Yuuji’s training regime. He was a nice kid, despite his circumstances and being thrown into the jujutsu world suddenly.

The girl let go of your arm and got out her phone, furiously typing to someone. “Oh, my little sister won’t be happy to hear about this.”

“Little sister?”

“Yeah, my sister Momo goes to Kyoto. She’s pretty close with another girl, Kasumi, who I consider almost like another younger sister. She was super excited to meet Gojo-san a week ago. She’s like a superfan of him or something. I like to indulge her sometimes. I think she even made a fan club for Gojo-san or something. Anyways, Momo, even though she’s friends with Kasumi, she often gets annoyed with her talk about Gojo-san.”

You vaguely remember Satoru mentioning a girl from Kyoto that asked him for a picture. It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence for your boyfriend to be asked to take pictures with, from the jujutsu world or from civilians; he had devastatingly good looks, so you couldn’t blame any of the people who asked for pictures. Besides, you knew his heart belonged to you and you only, so you were fine with others recognizing his allure.

“Oh, Kasumi’s calling me,” the girl said. She answered her phone, only for a younger voice to scream over the speaker. It was loud enough that you could hear it. Your teammate held her phone away from her ear.

“What do you mean he has a girlfriend?”

“Oh, come on Kasumi. You know how handsome he is. Besides, he’s like, what, twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?”

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine in December,” you confirmed.

“Way too old for you, ma’am,” the girl relayed to Kasumi.

“I don’t like him like that , Sumi-san! I j-just really admire him, okay! W-Who wouldn’t? World’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer in all.”

“Mhm. Anyway, I’ve got a mission today with the said girlfriend of Gojo Satoru. Want me to get you an autograph?” Sumi joked.

“...Could you?”

You let out a tiny laugh. This girl was funny, so you decided to humor her and leaned toward the phone. “One autograph for Kasumi?”

“M-Miwa Kasumi!” the voice on the phone squeaked out. She told you what kanji made up her name as you rummaged for a scrap piece of paper and pen from your bag. You made out the autograph, laughing a bit as you handed it to Sumi.

After you told her you signed an autograph for her, Kasumi said goodbye, hanging up the phone before Sumi could reply goodbye back. She seemed embarrassed about the ordeal.

“You were right, she seems like a good kid.”

“Kasumi is nice. She really balances out how serious my little sister Momo is,” Sumi responded.

For the rest of the car ride, you and Sumi chatted. Apparently, this was also her first Special Grade mission, as well as her first mission after graduating from Kyoto. Their other group member was also from Kyoto; he was two years Sumi’s senior. His name was Takahashi Daisuke. She didn’t know much about him since he tended to keep to himself. But she did know this wasn’t his first Special Grade mission. That relieved you substantially since you were nervous about this mission (as much as you didn’t want to admit to Satoru).

Eventually, the roads transformed from paved to just dirt. The driver turned onto a road on a hill, then began briefing the three of you on your mission. This was a Special Grade, suspected to be awakened by a Sukuna finger. This was just based on speculation, since the last Special Grade to pop up was from a Sukuna finger as well. The Special Grade had taken over an abandoned shrine, supposedly terrorizing the local village just down the hill (which had been evacuated just hours before). As the driver parked the car, the three of you exited the car. The air was crisp, with a distinct chill in the air. You could sense a particularly strong cursed energy in the premises, on par with Satoru’s cursed energy. You shuddered; this was not going to be an easy task.

The driver placed a curtain around the area, the sky darkening. It only made the situation seem even more grave. There was something in your gut telling you to run, not from being scared of the Special Grade, but because something bad was going to happen.

Sumi grabbed a wand from her belt. Her family was a pretty small sorcerer family on her mother’s side, as she had told you in the car. She and her sister have cursed techniques similar to “witches”; hers involved spells while her sister’s involved levitating a broom, among other objects.

Your cursed techniques, however, involved nature. There was a reason why you were selected specifically for this mission; the shrine was in the middle of the forest, the perfect place for you to go wild. Cities like Tokyo were incredibly constraining for you to use your cursed techniques, so you almost exclusively were assigned missions out in the country where nature was plentiful.

Neither you nor Sumi knew what Daisuke’s cursed technique was, but you assumed it was pretty strong considering he had been on missions with Special Grades before.

The mission started off fine. The three of you approached the shrine. It wasn’t particularly impressive, nothing that you would expect to house a Special Grade curse. The stone torii at the entrance was standing tall, unbothered by neither age nor the moss and vines growing on it. The shrine itself, however, was crumbling. One of the pillars holding up the roof was destroyed, so the roof was lopsided. The shimenawa knots were cut in half, the ends completely frayed. Definitely not a good sign.

After crossing the torii , you felt the Special Grade’s presence. It was overwhelming, unlike anything else you had experienced before. It possessed near-equal amounts of cursed energy as Satoru, but unlike your boyfriend, it held malicious intent within its cursed energy. To your left, Sumi was shaking. You held out a shaky hand onto her shoulder and squeezed. While you yourself didn’t feel confident about this mission now, you had a duty as the oldest member of the group here to be strong, for their sake.

The shrine began to shake, then the roof was suddenly blown off. You used your cursed technique to form a barrier of tree roots that erupted from the ground. Slabs of wood hit the roots, then bounced off. After the rain of wood subsided, you controlled the roots back into the ground in their original position.

You finally got a good look at the Special Grade curse. It was humanoid, but only in form. Its flesh was midnight blue, with eyes covering every centimeter of its body. Great, it had no blind spots. The curse had no apparent mouth, yet you were able to hear it let out an intimidating roar.

Daisuke made the first strike. He quickly pointed a handgun at the Special Grade and pulled the trigger. Out came a burst of his own cursed energy instead of a bullet. The blow just grazed the Special Grade enough for it to let out a screech of pain. Interesting, so this was his cursed energy. You wondered if it was limited to guns, or if he could apply it to a bow as well and use his cursed energy for arrows. You’d have to ask him later after this mission was completed.

It was apparent after Daisuke revealed his cursed technique that all of you were primarily distance fighters. There wasn’t much Sumi could do if her cursed technique focused on spells through her wand apparatus and Daisuke seemed to only have a gun on him. So, that meant you had to switch to a melee approach.

You weren’t the biggest fan of hand to hand combat. You weren’t very strong, preferring to assist from a distance. Recently, Satoru has been helping you learn new ways of fighting in close quarters. You decided to take the risk and make an attempt at using this still relatively new technique. You reached out your hands, summoning leaves from the trees. They surrounded your fists like boxing gloves, your cursed energy reinforcing the leaves to be almost as hard as the bark from the trees they came from.

You sprinted toward the Special Grade, preparing to land a blow. As you reared back for a punch, the Special Grade disappeared from in front of you. Then you felt a blow land on your back and you were sent through the forest until a particularly thick tree stopped your projectile body. Luckily, you reacted quickly enough to reinforce your front with cursed energy. If it wasn’t for your quick thinking, you probably would’ve been knocked out immediately.

You picked yourself up from the ground, but the world was spinning. You leaned against a tree to collect your thoughts and rest a bit. The Special Grade was insanely fast and had no blind spots. You were panicking; this was well out of your skillset. Perhaps Daisuke was right; Satoru should’ve joined in on this mission. But you knew that wasn’t possible, as he also had his own Special Grade mission to handle today.

You brought a hand up to your face and gave yourself a hard smack. This was no time to doubt yourself or panic. You had two comrades out there fighting a Special Grade curse alone. There was no doubt that the Special Grade would notice you if you tried to rejoin the fight, at least on the ground. Your best bet would be to get the high ground; there would be fewer eyes on the top half, so the chances of you being noticed would be less than if you arrived by foot.

Okay, you had an idea. Now, to get an idea of how the fight was going. You kneeled down to the ground and placed your hand onto the ground, closing your eyes. You sent a minimal, hardly detectable pulse of cursed energy toward the fight through the ground. From what nature informed you, the fight was mostly one-sided in favor of the Special Grade. Daisuke was pretty beat up, and Sumi wasn’t in good shape either.

You got up then hurriedly began climbing the nearest tree. As you climbed up, you manipulated the bark to form grooves for you to place your hands and feet on. As you reached a decent height, you created a bridge with the overlapping tree branches sturdy enough for your weight. You sprinted across the bridge, ignoring your double vision. You definitely had a concussion, but now was not the time for you to worry about that. You didn’t wanna lose your comrades on this mission. Not again.

You wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. In your final year of Tokyo High, your two classmates were killed right before your eyes on a mission. You escaped out of pure luck, but was determined to get stronger to avenge their deaths. If you let those two die… well, then, that meant you hadn’t gotten strong enough to protect anyone else.

Once you were just out of sight range of the cursed spirit, you closed your eyes to sense the battle again. Sumi was sitting on the ground, back to a tree as she watched the fight between Daisuke and the Special Grade. She was barely conscious, and it seemed like she had lost a lot of blood. You had an idea, but in order for it to work, you needed her help.

Using thin vines, you sent a message within her sight: I am still alive. I’m going to trap the Special Grade curse with branches. Use a fire spell on it when it’s bound.

All you could hope was that she was able to read the message and had enough cursed energy to cast the spell. You began moving branches from distant trees close to the Special Grade, as fast as possible without your cursed energy being detected. Once they were close enough, you waited for the right moment.

As Daisuke finally landed a hit with his cursed energy, moving the curse to the center of the shrine remnants, you launched your attack. The branches extended as fast as you could make them move. The hit Daisuke landed had temporarily slowed the Special Grade, enough for your branches to immobilize it. As the branches gripped the curse, Sumi sent a fire spell toward it, just as planned.

The branches (and the cursed spirit) caught on fire. But something was wrong; normally, you could extract cursed energy from a curse with your cursed technique to exorcise, but that wasn’t happening. Was it resisting? You felt a tug on the branches.

Without thinking, you acted on your own. You re-equipped the leaves cursed technique, as you jumped from the trees above. As gravity brought you closer to the Special Grade, you reared back to prepare the punch you had wanted to introduce it to earlier. As your fist landed on the curse, you allowed the leaves to leave your fist, sending it into the curse’s body. The leaves caught on fire before they entered the curse, imploding it.

So, you managed to exorcise the Special grade. But, doing so took all of your cursed energy and you had no more left to cushion your fall. Luckily, you managed to adjust your fall so that you slid on your stomach parallel to the ground instead of falling headfirst. It still hurt, and you definitely broke a few ribs doing that.

You somehow had enough energy to turn yourself onto your back, looking up at the starry night sky as the curtain was released. Your first Special Grade mission. Everyone lived and you exorcised it without Satoru’s help. Ha. He would be so proud of you.

You began to fall into unconsciousness right as you felt familiar arms lift you up.

When you woke up, you were in Shoko’s infirmary. There was a thin blanket covering your bottom half. Suddenly the events came back to you.

You sat up, gasping for air. Where were Sumi and Daisuke?

“You might want to lay back down,” a familiar voice told you. “Shoko healed you, but the pain might still be there.”

You did as the voice said, laying back at the elevated position you woke up in. You look over and blinked a few times, seeing your boyfriend sitting in a chair next to your bed. He was in his work uniform, including his blindfold. You winced as you felt a pain in your chest; Satoru was right, there still was residual pain.

“I exorcised a Special Grade,” you croaked.

“I know. I’m proud of you.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, giving you a soft smile, showing off his tiny dimples. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he lectured, “However, what you did was risky and crazy.”

“Aren’t you the one who says that jujutsu sorcerers have to be crazy to survive?” you argued.

“Yes, but there’s a difference between crazy and throwing your life away.”

“You saw that?” you asked, much more awake than you were a few seconds ago.

“I hurried as fast as I could with my own mission to come assist you if you needed. I got there right as you pulled that stunt of yours.”

You pulled your hand from his and placed your face in both of your hands, embarrassed that he saw you launch yourself from several meters high, use up all of your cursed energy, then make a hard landing onto the ground.

“How’s the other two?” you asked, refusing to move your face from your hands.

“Alive and doing well. You’re the most beat-up out of everyone.”

You removed your hands, clasping them together in your lap. “Thank goodness…”

“There wasn’t a Sukuna finger either,” Satoru reported to you. “The villagers’ fear of the shrine must have caused it to grow to a Special Grade. Now, come on. Shoko said you could come home once you woke up.” Satoru stood up, then scooped you up from the bed. You screamed in protest, now wide awake.

“Wha--Put me down!”

“No can do, honey. Doctor’s orders. Nothing strenuous for the next week.”

“Satoru, I don’t think walking counts as strenuous!”

He smiled his signature shit-eating grin, then gave you a kiss on your forehead. No fair, he knew forehead kisses were your weakness. You melted into his arms at how tender his kiss was, now docile and less likely to argue with him.

In a flash, he teleported the two of you to his apartment, setting you on the bed in front of him. After placing you on the bed, he yanked off his blindfold and began rummaging through his dresser, looking for a set of his clothes for you to wear. He tossed the shirt and pants toward you, not even bothering to turn around while you changed. You’d been together for so long (or at least, it felt like a long time) that there wasn’t anything particularly embarrassing about changing in front of each other.

You winced while lifting your hands up to take off your shirt, so Satoru was by your side in an instant, helping you take off your shift without much pain. He even helped you out of your bra and put on his shirt.

“You don’t need me to help you with the pants, do you?” he teased.

“I think I can handle it on my own,” you replied, standing up and shuffling out of your pants. Satoru’s pants were much too long for you, so you had to roll not only the waistband but also the cuffs so that they didn’t constantly drag on the ground. Not like you minded doing that; there was just something about his clothes that was infinitely more comforting than your own, and he knew that more than anyone else.

As you adjusted the pants, Satoru left the bedroom to head toward the kitchen, no doubt to start cooking some of your favorite foods. You laid down on your shared bed, happy to be home. It was a long day (Days? How long were you even unconscious?) and you were glad to have such a caring boyfriend, even if he was being a little annoying about this.

About an hour later, Satoru came into the bedroom with a tray of food. He wouldn’t let you even touch the chopsticks, insisting on feeding you food because he didn’t want you to “strain yourself.” You thought he was just being a little too overprotective, but you allowed him to feed you anyway. The look of satisfaction on his face was just too cute for you to deny him this tiny pleasure.

After dinner, you immediately wanted to go to bed. Satoru quickly ate his portion of dinner then changed out of his work clothes into something much more comfortable to sleep in. He joined you under the covers, using his cursed energy to turn off the lights. You felt his arms gently snake their way around your waist, pressing you into his front. You sighed in contentment; he was warm, but not too warm.

After a few seconds of silence, you piped up, “Satoru?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, just behind your ear. “Anything for you, my love,” he breathed onto your neck. You could feel him smiling gently. “Maybe we should just get married.”

You grumbled something, not even quite sure what you said or even what he said completely. Before sleep overtook you, you mumbled out one last final “I love you,” incredibly happy to be in your boyfriend’s arms at the moment.

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valeskakingdom · 3 years

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Request

Jerome met the reader at the circus ... They spend the evening together (well, maybe have sex)? And then the reader leaves Jerome (he gives her his grey coat, what a gentleman) and comes back the next day, only to find out that he killed his mother and is sitting in Arkham. A year goes by (like in the show, I guess?) and the next time the reader meets Jerome, he’s on the bus with the cheerleaders and of course Jerome remembers her! ;) Is that too much? ;-;

Requested by: @valeskaduh

So guys, here's the final part 2 of my one shot. Hope you like it as much as part 1!!

Wordcount: 3510

Here's part 1: "https://valeskakingdom.tumblr.com/post/647442495087820800/request

Warning: mention of murder and violence

Credit: @gotham-swag

It was late, something after midnight already.

You both, Jerome and you, still laid in his bed fully covered in sweat thinking back about what has happened before, all the feelings, the pleasure... Everything.

Your clothes laid strayed on the ground; your underwear laid next to the bed while your shirt and pants laid elsewhere in any corners of his room.

Jerome had wrapped is arm around your waist to comfort you whilst you rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was even and slow.

"That was great, wasn't it?" Jerome broke the silence between you with a slight chuckle.

"Indeed," You chuckled "It was worth it."

"It was. Haven't met a girl that could give that good blowjobs."

"Jerome!" You slapped his chest in embarrassment widening your eyes, a strong blush went over face. You were a little shocked about his assertion, but otherwise you felt honored.

"No need to be embarrassed (Y/N)," Jerome chuckled caressing your side "You could see it as a compliment. I'd choose you over others."

"U-uhm...Thank...you? I feel...honored." You mumbled in embarrassment.

"You're cute when you're shy like that." Jerome smirked, sitting up and took a cigarette from his nightstand and lightened it to smoke.

You hummed saying nothing, just gave him a little smile.

You liked it how he called you cute, and that he liked your shyness. It gave you some hope that maybe that this,between you and him, could turn into something more than just a simple one off. All the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear, all the compliments and intensive kisses... That couldn't come just out of nowhere. You had the feeling something was special between you two; you couldn't say what it was though. All you knew was: you felt different in Jerome's near. It was like you two would know each other for ages.

While Jerome was smoking his cigarette off, his smoke spread through the room that you inhaled it. It didn't bother you, you were used to it from home.

You think took your phone out of the pocket of your pants to behold the clock: 00:37

Time for you to go, you needed to get ready in a few hours for your work.

"Anyways, I think it's time for me to go. Need to stand up early," You sighed grabbing your underwear to take them on "You know, work and such."

"Awww really?" Jerome gave you a little pout while admiring your body for one more time "I enjoyed the time with you."

Again he viewed you from head to toe, admired your curves and your flawless pale skin. His view was giving him chills again and he had the urge to touch again. He missed this feeling of your soft skin, this incredible feeling of him inside you making you moan, or the feeling when you dug your nails in his back because he pleasured you well.

"Me too," You giggled and pulled your pants up to buttoned them, then taking your shirt on "But yeah, I don't wanna be late. My boss becomes mad if anyone's late."

"How's your boss when he's mad?" Jerome asked with a certain leery undertone mixed with jealousy.

He looked at you frowning, his breathe became uneven, he kinda seemed to be upset like if you say a wrong word he's about to explode.

It confused you a little, but you didn't give a shit about it. You thought you maybe were just imagining this jealousy. How could he be jealous anyway? He didn't know you at all so he had nothing to loose when you go.

"Let's say you don't wanna mess around with him. He can be a little scary." You took your shirt on. Now though it wasn't as tight as usual anymore because Jerome tugged it from your body.

"Is he touching you?" Jerome gave you a stern look, his tone became rougher what confused you even more.

"Oh no. No, no, he's just yelling and he hears grudges." You turned to him "It's just annoying, that's all."

"Alright," He nodded standing up to take his boxers on "But wait, before you go..." Jerome walked to his wardrobe taking out a dark grey coat handing it to you "Here, it's cold outside."

"Thank you, but you don't-..."

"It's fine, you can keep it," Jerome smiled "See it as a little reward for the gorgeous night." He winked at you making you blush.

"Thank you." You smiled at him taking his coat on. You smelled his cologne, it smelled like any usual cologne but knowing that it was his made it special.

You both walked to the trailer's front door.

Jerome opened the door, you walked a few steps but turned around to face him. With a smile. You looked at his beautiful shining blue eyes for one last time. More and more you recognized that you liked him. You realized that you've never felt this huge amount of comfortableness and happiness. Sure, in an another relationship you've been happy, too, but not as much as with Jerome.

It was strange, very strange. You couldn't understand how you'd be so attached to a stranger. Maybe it was because Jerome was the perfect guy in your eyes and something gave you the feeling that you two belonged together?

"Well, then," you kissed his cheek quickly "See you around, Jerome."

"See you around, (Y/N). Hope to see ya again." One last time, he gave you this amazing smile before he shut the door.

With a little smile you walked out of the circus. You couldn't wait to visit the circus again to meet Jerome and have an amazing time together.

***

Days went by.

You couldn't stop thinking about Jerome - how kind he was to you, how good he treated you, and let's not forget about the sex, of course. The sex was amazing.

Though you still had his coat. You know you couldn't keep it, you wouldn't feel right about it.

Due to different circumstances, the circus was still in your city. On the one hand, you were curious about the reason why. Maybe there were some complications with travelling? Or maybe they did an extra show and had a lot of work to do to prepare for the show?

On the other hand, all your thoughts focused in Jerome. You were excited: you imagined to hug him, talking to him, laughing with him... Everything you wanted to do when you were able to see him again.

You made your way to Haly's circus with Jerome's coat.

As you arrived, everything seemed to be normal. The circus tent was still constructed, the trailers stood still on the same places as on the day where you visited the show, and the artists still walked around the yard.

You looked around to find someone you could talked to and who you didn't bother; then you saw the Ringmaster who was taking his rings to pack them into his case.

He was a tall colored man with some kind of clown makeup: red cheeks. white makeup was smeared around his face and a fake beard was glued on his upper lip. He was wearing a red suit and a black tophat.

"Hey, uhm...excuse me?" You hesitatingly tapped on his shoulder.

"Hm?" He turned to you with a grunt "The circus is closed for visitors. There ain't be a show today."

"Oh, I know but," as the Ringmaster was about to turn around, you grabbed his arm and turned him back to you "I was just looking for Jerome. He gave me his coat a few days ago and I wanted to give it back."

"Oh, haven't you watched the news? Jerome's in Arkham-..." You widened your in shock, you hoped you haven't heard it right.

"Wait, wait, wait...he's what?!"

Arkham?! Has he really said 'Arkham'?! The asylum where murderers, cannibals and other lunatics are living in?! What is he doing there?! Why is he in Arkham?! What has he done to be busted in there?! These were the thoughts that couldn't get out of your head. Jerome was a criminal? How could he?! He was so kind to me, so polite...was that all just acting? Did he play with my mind?

"He killed his mother with a hatchet. You might know her as the snake dancer." He sighed shaking his head slightly while he kept packing the rings in his suitcase "Let's just hope she didn't have a painful death."

"A-alright...t-thank you..." In shook and disgust, you slowly walk back to your car.

You couldn't believe what you've heard. Jerome was a killer: a blood-thirsty, psychotic and cold-hearted killer. You felt poor, you had the feeling you were about to throw up every minute. You slept with him and you liked it...you even wanted to meet him again!

You were disgusted by yourself.

Now you just wished that you could have changed the past; that you've never slept with him, never let him kiss nor touch you...that you've never even talked to him! You just wished that as he bumped into you, that you ignored him or snapped at him that you and himwoukd have never dealt with each other - everything.

***

*1 year later*

It was a rainy and cloudy day in Gotham.

It was cold, your window panes were fogged through the high temperature difference between your room and outside. In your room, it was warm and comfortable while outside it was cold, almost as cold as in winter.

You were just sitting on the couch eating some sandwiches, drinking a Coke in the hope something new and excited happened in your life.

This day was bearing you down, you didn't know why though. Maybe it was just the weather? You had no idea. You just felt empty inside since last year. And you exactly knew why.

You still couldn't believe the fact Jerome was a killer. You couldn't imagine how an actual kind and smart boy with a gorgeous smile, ginger hair, blue eyes and some abs could grab a hatchet to kill his own mother. You just wished it was a lie and that reality played a bad game with you. For sure, you didn't know Jerome completely, you've just met him once but still you could say that this all felt so wrong.

It was the disgust that caused this feeling. You were disgusted by the thought that you allowed a murderer playing with your mind to get in your pants while he was about to murder something behind your back. You were disgusted by the thought that you imagined you and him being a couple, that you wanted to date him... You were disgusted by everything that included him because it reminded you of all this. When you just heard the name Jerome, you felt shivers down your spine and a feeling mixed of disgust and feeling poor.

One thing that confused you was: you couldn't throw his coat in the trash can. You kept it, it hung in your wardrobe and you smelled on it every day because his cologne was still buried in it, then you remembered the gorgeous night you had with him and all the feeling you felt...But then you remembered who he really was and what he has done right after the meeting of you which caused you to close your wardrobe fast and walking out of our room to quickly forget all that - day by day.

Full of boredom, you turned the TV on hoping something could entertain you there.

But then you saw this:

"Hello, Gotham City! We're the Maniax and I'm Jerome, the shot caller of our little gang. We're here to spread the message of wisdom and hope!"

You couldn't believe your eyes. It was Jerome with a bloody nose who cackled shortly, then shot a cop because he coughed and groaned in pain - he apparently disturbed his little show. He was back, he escaped out of Arkham.

Your body was shaking, your breathe was uneven - you were paralyzed.

You started panicking. No place felt safe for you anymore, especially not your little apartment. You needed to be with someone. You thought, when you're alone you'd be fucked. Maybe he remembered you and wanted to look for you? You remembered that he told you, he'd choose you over others. Of course, they could have been just words but now you never know... He was a psycho who might remember everything.

"Some people have no manners." He took a deeper look in the camera "You're all prisoners. What you call sanity, it's just a prison in your minds that stops you from seeing that y'all are a just tiny little cogs in a tiny absurd machine! WAKE UP!"

Jerome yelled in the TV what made you flinch and you curled up in your couch wrapping your arms around your legs tight. Your face was half hidden being your knees that you were still able to watch his little show - but with fear.

"Why be a cog? Be free like us!" Jerome started to cackle "And just remember, smile" he cackled squishing the dead cop's cheek while cackling louder.

Then you heard horns honking, the police was haunting him.

"Oh, time to go!" He crawled down do the ground taking a police head on and still held the camera tight "But dont worry, we'll be back very soon! Hang onto your hats folks, 'cause you ain't see nothing yet!" Jerome cackled insanely but you immediately turned the TV off.

You grabbed your phone fast to call your best friend (Y/bff/n). You needed to be with them. Being alone in a little apartment would just driving you nuts, especially when Jerome was out!

Your best friend was the only one who knew about Jerome being your one off as they knew that Jerome was a killer so they surely understood why you were so scared. You didn't want to risk anything - whether he'd remember you or not, you didn't want to be alone.

Your phone was ringing, you hoped they'd pick up the phone:

(Y/bff/n): hey (Y/n)! Wha-...

(Y/n): Have you watched the news?!

(Y/bff/n): Uhm...no, why? And why are y-...

(Y/n): Jerome's out of Arkham!!

(Y/bff/n): Wait what?! Are you sure it's the Jerome you're thinking of??

(Y/n): he was in the TV...he's planning something... Can stay with you? I can't stay alone. It's driving me nuts. I already have the feeling he's eyeing me from several corners.

(Y/bff/n): Of course! Come over now. We'll get your stuff later.

(Y/n): Thank you! I'm on my way already! See you!

You hung up, immediately taking your jacket, your phone, your keys and some shoes.

You ran out of your apartment, locking your door and walked straight to the next bus station.

You were in a hurry. Outside you didn't feel well at all. You felt being watched, being haunted. You had the feeling Jerome was everywhere and that he just waited the perfect moment to catch you. Everytime someone was walking past you, you felt shivers down your spine and you were scared that any person was a member of 'the Maniax' and kidnap you and bring you to Jerome. You walked faster to the bus station to arrive your best friend's home as fast as possible. You turned your head to the left, to the right, to see whether someone was haunting you. No one did though. It was just your mind.

As you arrived station, the bus came immediately.

You entered the bus as it stopped and chose a seat in the back.Everywhere around you cheerleaders were gossiping, laughing, squeaking about any boy who kissed a friend and such. You instead kept quiet and looked out of the window.

After a few minutes of driving, the bus stopped through a red car from the fire service that blocked its way. Its horns were honking and you could hear someone was getting out of the car.

You saw a ginger guy dancing out of the car on his way to the entrance of the bus. Your heart stopped. Was it Jerome? Was now the moment where you life will end?

He knocked at the door with something, the cheerleaders started to scream.

Something bad will happen now was what you thought while your pulse was running, your sweat was dripping down your forehead, and your hands were shaking. You wanted to cry, you wanted to crawl back in a corner and hope everything will be fine.

Suddenly the door opened, strangers in white suits with guns entered the bus and put us all in handcuffs that were sticker on chains while they pointed their guns at your heads. But for an unknown reason they went out immediately after everyone in the bus was handcuffed.

Cheerleaders were screaming louder, some even started to cry, to son, and to beg for mercy. You instead kept quiet. You couldn't scream. You were in shock and panic, in fear, some tears were already streaming down your cheeks while you tried break free - you failed.

"I want you all to know," you suddenly heard a familiar voice that paralyzed you in shock - he was here "this was a very difficult decision for us. It was between you and uhm... senior citizen bingo party. In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day. Sorry." Jerome walked through the bus eyeing each cheerleader girl and pointed his gun at their heads.

With every step he did, you could hear a clicker-clacker caused by his shoes.

Your heartbeat felt like it could explode every minute. You had the feeling you would die soon. More and more tears streamed down your face, you were sobbing in fear, your hands shook uncontrollably. You just wished, you'd come out here alive.

Then Jerome stopped walking, he was eyeing you in surprise and excitement.

"(Y/n)?!" He bended down to you in astonishment completely around him that all the cheerleaders around him were crying and sobbing, and so were you "My, my, my, look at you. You've grown up in that time we haven't seen each other. How you're doing?"

You said nothing, you were just confused about his behavior.

What was wrong with him? Just a few minutes ago he was about to kill us and now he's behaving like an innocent child?! Was what you thought as you just gave him a confused look.

You were still scared though, maybe again he was just playing with your mind as one year ago just to get you?

"It's so good to see you (Y/n), you know that?" He sighed with a smile on his face leaning his elbow against the seat in front of you to lean his head against his hand "I really couldn't stop thinking about you when I was busted in this dirty old shack. The night in my trailer with you...it was marvellous! I still know each part of your body in detail...it brought me many good nights in my cell." Jerome chuckled dark.

You didn't know what to say. Was he about to kill you now? Was it all just a trick again? Do you have to feel honored now that he thought about you every night and jerked off your body?

You stared into his blue eyes, you could tell he was planning something new - and this time it included you.

"Yeah," Jerome kept staring at you with his grin in his face "Anyways, what's new in your life?"

"U-uhm...p-pretty boring...," You sniffed "Nothing has r-really changed since l-last y-year." You stammered feeling odd about having a normal conversation in such an actually dangerous situation.

"Hm..." Jerome hummed flicking his tongue "You know, actually I wanted to splash gasoline all over the cheerleaders and burn them but...now that you are here... I take you with me and THEN I continue my plan." Jerome uncuffed your hands taking them tight and ran with you out of the bus, the other cheeleaders started to scream and cry again and again begged for mercy.

As you and Jerome stood in front the open entrance of the bus, he softly wiped some hair strains behind your ear. With his thumb he caressed your soft skin and wiped all the tears and smeared mascara away.

Jerome smiled at you admiring your face for a while. He looked deep in your eyes, then down to your lips. With a finger snip your fear was gone, the feeling of uncomfortableness faded slowly. Your breathe was uneven though, his personality changes scared you still. Your hands was still trembling, your knees weak. But something told you that you didn't need to be scared of him anymore. He at least safed you.

"From now on, doll, you're mine."

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 3 years

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Late Top 10 Posts of 2020!

I have fun seeing my posts rise and fall on the Top Posts list, I kind of forgot to do this before but since I have way too much time right now I decided I might as well give it a go with a bit of comentary!

#10- Pact Marks

This one was literaly made at a moment of epiphany, I really enjoy the concept. I should mention I also really enjoyed the Unconventional Pact Marks made by @/astaroth1357, you guys should go check it out lololol

#9- Papa Mammon's Feathery Babies

This one was also an epiphany I wrote after watching videos of crows being cute, for a long while this one post was actually the second top post of all time! It still gets some rises in notes from time to time when new people find it and reblog it! And again, a huge thanks and all the love to @/hhhany82 for their great fanart made inspired on this post of mine, I was over the moon and I still am everytime I think about it ♡♡♡♡♡

#8- A Compilation of Accidents

After reading many headcanons of people using the concept of accident for agnst purposes (which are great ngl), I decided that no, accidents can make you laugh too, and so I wrote this inspired in my own personal accidents in life l o l.

#7- In What Way You Will Match With Them

After a long ass while opening dozens of tabs on my computer of matching things, writing this was hella fun. With some I had trouble deciding on what to match but in the end it was worth it uvu.

#6- MORE Small Things to Imagine

Oh man I remember exactly how I felt then. Many many times I made a small draft in an attempt to make a somewhat continuation to Small Things to Imagine but it never felt quite right. The reopening of requests at that time was really the catalyst of my inspiration. It is the shortest of the series of Small Things to Imagine but I consider it an important warm up for the reopening of requests and a weight being lifted off my shoulders!

#5- Leviathan 'Despair' Fanart

Oh my god drawing that was a pain, I did draft after draft and I was in so much agony coloring his table. But the song was so good my inspiration was on fire the entire time. You guys won't believe how happy I still am from the amount of feedback I recieved out of it. It's a simple fanart, but I felt I managed to send the exact feelings I felt from the lyrics and imagining Levi to all of you, and that makes me really proud no matter the imperfections ♡

#4- While You're Not Looking

The ammount of attention this one recieved in just one single day of being posted was NOT expected. It was again, just a moment of epiphany, and then I had many people screaming and crying in my notifications and all I could think was "oh god I broke them are you guys okay what the fuck is happening". All I had in mind while writting was literally just what they do when you're not looking, and only after some people comented on tags about the yearning this post reeked of that I realized what I wrote 😂. It skyrocketed in notes and it still has me dumbfounded lololol.

-Honorary Mentions-

#Mammon Red String Fanart

This one is one of my absoluse prides after Belphie's 'Bad Ideas' Fanart. I was just so filled with love and soft feelings due to all the feedback I was recieving in this platform, all my insecurities and anxieties being crushed and thrown out the window. This fanart was made with pure overflowing happiness and gratefulness to all of you.

#No Thoughts, Just Demons

One of my first posts in this blog, it has been on top 3 for a good while before dropping down. It was incredibly fun to draw seeing it was literally a warmup from me staying months without drawing. I still feel sorry for the original artist of the base I used because it literally scaped my mind to credit, specially seeing I cropped the thing without paying attention to any signatures, and I also had no idea the original artist was on tumblr either, though I also didn't bother to search. The moment I accidentally found about the original artist I immediatelly went to put proper credits, but still, sorry.

#'Ho Ho Homicide' Satan Claus Fanart

Oh am I proud of this one. It took so much trouble but it was so satisfying to see it becoming it's final form. But I got so impatient I posted a literal month before christmas 😂. It's one of my favorite fanarts of all time 😏.

#Breakfast In Bed

This fucking shitpost lolololol. This was literally inspired by the fact I don't see breakfast in bed as romantic at all. Although it can be good if you can't get off the bed per example, on circunstances where you can get off the bed it's nothing short of inconvenient. But still, it's endearing to have someone go for the unnecessary trouble to have you eat breakfast in bed, and so this post was born lololololol.

#'Compilation of Flustered Sweet Stuff' Making The Brothers Flustered

Another moment of epiphany where I was high on the blushing faces of the brothers. Lucifer's frown with blushy cheeks that Satan also does, Mammon's and Beel's blushy smiles that make me go (=♡=) everytime, Levi's and Asmo's blush that just make me h o r n y, Belphie's blush that makes me want to s q u e e z e him in a hug. If I could I would make a shrine for each blushy expression from all the brothers.

And now for the top 3!

#3- EVEN MORE Small Things To Imagine

Oh boy I was PUMPED while making that one. I was listening to the song mentioned on it the entire time and until today I still get so happy while listening to it. I consider this one the ultimate part of the Small Things to Imagine series because it's not only the longest it was also made with a lot more happy feelings than the first part, and it's even higher on top than MORE Small Things to imagine, and I am proud of it 😌

#2- Photos The Brothers Would Have of You

Literally inspired by the shitshow that is the photos both me and my brother take. My brother makes sure all pics he ever takes can become memes, while I always search to take pictures from people at their most natural, even if it means a blurry pic of them laughing in an awkward position, and so I merged mine and my brother's tendencies and this post was born! And honestly I don't think anyone should be ashamed of drolling in their sleep, it's normal lololol, and I do from time to time too!

And finally...

#1- Small Things To Imagine

The number 1 top post that never lost it's position not even once ever since first posted. Not only was it one of my first posts of this blog it is also my most popular to the point it appears on the top posts of the Obey Me Headcanons tag. I am extremelly proud of this post, thank you everyone for their feedback on it and all the love sent to me, it really boosted my energy at the time ♡♡♡♡♡

Thank you everyone for all the love I recieved in this short 3/4 months of activity! May 2021 give us a break!!

#♡

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nicka-nell · 3 years

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Aaaaaand my second req is sfw alphabet with Sugawara (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Sugawara Koushi: SFW-Alphabet

Waaah I am soo so excited because I am so happy about this request! ♥

Actually, I wanted to upload the Kuroo story first, but sadly my laptop thought that it doesn’t save the file before it crashes :’’). I’ve already written half of it again, but I’ll finish the rest tomorrow and then upload it. (because it’s already late for me)

I hope that’s okay :(

Buuuut now I wish you at least a lot of fun with the Sugamama-alphabet! *u*

Stay healthy and safe ♥♥

Easter Event (match-up/ sfw & nsfw-alphabet/ prompts)

A = Affection (little things they do to show love)

Since Sugawara works as a teacher, he always has to get up early. He prepares your breakfast by placing a coffee cup and a plate and cutlery on the table for you. In his first break, he writes you a sweet good morning message, with motivating words for the day. But most of all, he shows you his love by listening to you with full attention when you tell him something.

B = Beginning (how you met)

The first time you saw each other was at Ukai’s store. Sugawara and Ukai were just discussing some volleyball tactics for their team when you came to the store. Actually, all you wanted to do was ask for directions to the new cafe in town. But after Ukai gave you a complicated explanation of the way, which sounded more like a scavenger hunt, Sugawara said that he would accompany you there. So you went to the cafe, and as a thank you, you invited him for coffee.

C = Confession (how they confess)

He was a little nervous, although he was sure that he had interpreted your feelings for him correctly. Sugawara asked you if you want to go back to that cafe and wanted to confess his feelings there. However, the time was never right and his feelings for you remained unspoken. You were already standing on the doorstep and wanted to go to your apartment when Sugawara stopped you and reached after your hands. With a charming smile, he caressed the back of your hand as he gathered his courage and confessed all his feelings for you. His confession was honest and full of emotion. As if he wanted to show you everything about him.

D = Dating (what are they like on their first date)

On your first date, he wanted to have dinner with you, but he had so many exams to control that he had not made it out of school. So you had bought two servings of fried noodles and had visited him at school. Sugawara sat at his desk, you on top of it while you ate the noodles and talked. The exams were only secondary, because he only had eyes for you. From the outside he was calm, but inside his heart beat so loudly that he was afraid you could hear it. He kept apologizing for that screwed up date, which made you laugh. Even after years of your relationship, Sugawara likes to invite you on a date. Mostly they are rather intimate, only you both in quiet places with little or no people.

E = Evolution (how fast does your relationship evolve)

Very slowly. Not because he’s uncomfortable with changes, no. Sugawara enjoys every second with you and thinks you don’t have to rush into anything. He wants it all to be special that you will remember these milestones for a long time, and smile while thinking of them.

F = Fiancee (do they want to get married)

He definitely wants to marry you. Even if weddings become increasingly out of fashion, it is part of a relationship for him. He would love to see you in a wedding dress, and would cry inwardly with joy when you walk to the altar. Sometimes when he puts his signature under an exam, he leans back in his chair and silently mumbles your name with his last name.

G = Gentleman (how gentle are they)

Sugawara is very gentle and attentive. Whether it is his touch, how he gently lays his hand on your shoulder, or your conversations, where he’s just fixating on you. But he can also be rough, then only unintentionally, when you fight playfully and he accidentally kicks you out of bed because he forgets that he is much stronger than you.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs/cuddles)

It depends on where you are. At home, he loves to cuddle or hug you. Whether it’s small gentle hugs or swinging twists with you in his arms. He loves it to cuddle in the evening, before you sleep. But his favourite position is, you both are facing each other with your arms draped around your body’s. You can look each other in the eye. And that’s what Sugawara loves, watching you full of love while caressing your form.

I = I love you (how fast do they say it)

Unlike in the evolution of your relationship, it happened quickly when Sugawara said ‘I love you.’ for the first time. And even now he whispers to you every night a fond ‘I love you’ before he gives you a kiss on the shoulder and falls asleep.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get, what do they do when they’re jealous)

Sugawara is not jealous, he trusts you completely. But if it should come to a situation where he gets jealous, he would wave and come to your side with a broad grin to give you a smack on the cheek. He would also leave you quickly if you want to, but not without telling you how much he loves you. Hoping the person in front of you understands you are in a relationship with Sugawara.

K = Kisses (how are their kisses)

His kisses are usually playful and loving. Fleeting and brief kisses on the lip followed by a cheerful smile as he looks into your eyes is his way of affection. Tongue kisses are rather rare. In the beginning he was nervous and overwhelmed with tongue kisses, and had more often accidentally hit his teeth against yours, but he got better and better.

L = Light up (what do they do to make you feel better after a rough day)

If you have a bad day, Sugawara immediately notices it. He makes you a hot tea or chocolate and snuggles you in a warm blanket. He listens to you if you want to let all the negative out while he’s standing behind the sofa scratching your head. If you still don’t feel better after that, he stretches out his hand, tense it and knocks with the side of his hand on your shoulder, with the words ‘out with the negative energy!’

M = Mornings (how you start the day)

In the week you get up alone, because Sugawara has to get up before you. On weekends, he likes to lie in bed with you. Usually you get up before him, make a nice breakfast before you wake him up with the meanwhile bright sun rays. You have breakfast together while talking about what you are going to do today.

N = Nurse (how do they take care of you when you’re sick)

If you are sick, he will make you a lot of tea and bring you some of the delicious chicken soup his mother made especially for you. He always reminds you to drink and eat a lot, but leaves you alone in bed most of the time, since he knows you need rest to get fit again. Still, he checks the bedroom every hour to see if you need anything.

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves)

Sugawara is more of a listener than a speaker. That’s why he reveals nothing unless you ask him to. He has no problem talking to you about himself, only he prefers to talk about you. Even in the beginning it was okay with him to reveal things about himself if you asked him.

P = Pregnancy (do they want kids, how are they in your pregnancy)

He definitely wants kids, but he isn’t pushy about this topic. Step by step. Sugawara would barely change in your pregnancy. He would just pay more attention to buying food that you can eat. He tries to be present at all gynaecological appointments, even if he does not always make it. Sugawara would be incredibly proud and would tell his friends about the fact that you two will soon have offspring.

Q = Quarrels (how is it to have a fight with them)

You don’t know exactly what it’s like to argue with him, since you almost have no quarrels. Sugawara always tries to settle everything as peacefully and adult as possible, so that there is no quarrel, since he hates it to see you upset.

At your wedding he is the happiest man on earth when he sees you in the beautiful dress before him. So damn happy that he’s crying. You have a small wedding, only with your closest friends and relatives. You have rented a room and spend your wedding there classically and comfortably, with wonderful food, a small wedding cake and calm music.

R = Rings (how do they propose, the wedding, the honeymoon)

His proposal was well prepared. Sugawara had recreated your first encounter. He called you to go to Ukai’s store, because he wouldn’t make it to the restaurant in time. He was just waiting for you to come through the door when Ukai asked if you were looking for the new cafe. At first you were confused, but you could tell from Sugawara’s smile that there is more behind all this. So you played along and Sugawara and you were back at the cafe. When he asked you the same questions as he did when you first met you thought this was the cutest date ever. But you were wrong. In the evening you stood at your doorstep, as he took your hands in his, playing with the back of your hand. It was just the same gesture as years ago, where he confessed his feelings. Yet, it was another kind of confession. It was a proposal full of love.

You spend your honeymoon at home. Because that’s where you feel most comfortable. You sleep long, start your day with cuddling sessions while you sit on the terrace until night afterwards, as Sugawara raises your hand and kisses the no longer empty spot on your ring finger with the words “My beloved Mrs. Sugawara.”

S = Secrets (do they keep secrets from you)

He has no secrets from you. Everything that matters, he tells you without hesitation. If he hides something, then only because he has forgotten to say it, so unintentionally.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks)

He would put a lot of effort into the relationship. After all, he wants you to lack nothing. He loves to see you smile. You always go to a restaurant or cafe together after work. Also, he often gives you something, but mostly small things that have a deeper meaning. For example, a necklace which reminds you of your first vacation. He also does not shy away from daily chores, he makes breakfast, laundry and goes grocery shopping during the week.

U = Ugly (their bad habits)

He’s not a big talker, so he often carries his insecurity and negative feelings around until you talk to him about it. He often thinks that he didn’t deserve you. Another bad habit is that he distributes his pens everywhere in the apartment and never knows where he put them down.

V = Voicing (how hard is it for them to talk about their feelings)

It’s not really hard for him to talk about his feelings. Only he does not talk about them without being asked, because he finds them too unimportant and does not want to burden others with it. But when it comes to expressing his love for you, he does so without hesitation. He tells you how happy you make him every day.

W = Waking up (how is it to wake up by their side)

Waking up next to Sugawara can be nice but also exciting. He rarely wakes up before you, then strokes your cheek while watching you until you wake up. He greets you with his angelic smile and a gentle ‘good morning’. You cuddle for a while before you get up, have breakfast together and then get ready for the day. But most of the time you get awake through his arm in your face, his loud snoring because he’s lying on his back. You get up to let the bright light into the room because that’s the only thing that really helps to wake him up. While Sugawara is still busy getting up, you prepare breakfast and push the hot coffee into his hand while he strolls into the kitchen like a zombie.

X = XOXO (PDA, kisses or hugs in public)

He enjoys being close to you, but he’s not one to be extremely touchy. Most of the time, Sugawara walks beside you, always looking down at you to give you a friendly smile. But if you are in the city where several people are too, he likes to hold your hand or just your little finger. Also, he does not like to kiss you properly, because this beautiful look of you after your kiss no one but himself may see. But he likes to give you a smooch on the cheek to say goodbye, or hello, or if he notices men are watching you.

Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

In general, Sugawara hates arguments. He just doesn’t feel comfortable with them and doesn’t want to hurt the other person’s feelings and probably barley soup. In a partner Sugawara wouldn’t like it if you’re not self-employed or if you would dislike his friends.

Z = Zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs, does it change around a partner)

Sugawara always sleeps on his back. At first, it looked frightening how little he had moved, almost like a corpse. But you quickly learned that he uses his arms to stretch them all over the bed. Sugawara needs a blanket to sleep properly, and only a pillow because several would disturb him. During the week he tries to fall asleep around 10pm, but he rarely succeeds. Most of the time he stays awake into the night to correct exams or to write new plays for his team. Therefore, he often lacks sleep, which is why he probably wants to sleep for a long time on the weekend. What’s changed since he’s been with you is that he’s snuggled up with you until you fall asleep before he lies on his back again and that he is less awake into the night, since he always gets tired when he cuddles with you and then usually briefly falls asleep after you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #koushi x reader #nelas easter event

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vs-redemption · 4 years

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heyheyhey! could i get the “i think i love you” prompt w ojiro please? he’s a huge comfort character for me! if not that’s ok! hope u have a great day😽

A/N: Sorry to keep you waiting 😽 Anon! I’ve had some stressful work stuff the last few days, and it was making it hard to get in the mindset to write. I never want to post something I’m not proud of so I hope it was worth the wait.

Send a request for my 500 follower prompt event!

Fluff “I think I love you.” - Mashirao Ojiro x Reader

Mashirao Ojiro was more than just the best boyfriend in your eyes, he was also the most underrated pro-hero of your generation. That was just your humble opinion, of course, but even after just a couple short months of dating, you’d noticed his baffling lack of attention from both the media and the public. You saw how hard he worked every day, and you didn’t think it was fair that he never got the recognition that other heroes did. It almost made it worse that he was so modest about it. He was always telling you that it didn’t matter if people remembered who he was or not, it was enough for him just to know that he’d been able to help out.

You knew there was some truth in his words, but it had to be tough for him to watch a lot of his classmates from high school rising up the ranks with their flashy quirks and outstanding personalities. Whenever you received word that Ojiro had been involved in a particularly big incident or villain attack, it got your heart racing. Your first concern was obviously for his safety and wellbeing, but there was also a part of you that always hoped each time would be the moment that pushed your amazing boyfriend into the spotlight.

Today you had gotten a notification on your phone about a group of villains that had tried to rob a bank not too far from where you lived. The seemingly simple situation had escalated quickly resulting in a huge fight outside on the street. The alert said that ‘Tailman’, your boyfriend, had been the first to arrive on the scene. You were filled with nervous energy as you went to ask your boss if you could go to the break room to put on the news.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you watched the live news feed from outside the bank. Ojiro was dealing with a group of four armed robbers on his own. You felt both scared and proud as you watched him keep any harm from coming to the citizens on the scene. Thankfully, another hero arrived to help him before he got overwhelmed. It was Oiro’s friend, Sero. With the two of them working together, all four villains were restrained and put into police cars to be taken away. You let out a sigh of relief and then wait to see if they did any interviews. You were shocked and offended on Ojiro’s behalf when they only pulled Sero aside to thank him for swooping in to neutralize the situation and save the day.

“Unbelievable!” You were outraged that they could overlook the huge part Ojiro had played in the incident so easily. You forced yourself to get through the rest of the day, deciding that you’d do something special for him once you got home. You send him a text, inviting him to dinner while placing an order at the local bakery. When Ojiro finally arrived later that evening, he was greeted with his favorite meal and a huge cookie that said “Thanks for being a hero!”

“Hey,” he laughs while admiring all the effort you’d put in. “What is all this?”

“I watched the footage from the bank robbery today,” You tell him while wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his chest. “You were so cool and I felt sad when Sero got all the credit. I wanted you to know that I noticed you, even if nobody else did.”

“Don’t feel sad,” Ojiro puts his arms around you in tight hug and leans his head onto yours. “Sero was a huge help today. Without his tape, we wouldn’t have been able to catch all those guys.”

“But you held your own against all four of them by yourself until he got there,” you explain while still hugging your boyfriend. “The least they could’ve done is interviewed you too.”

“You know the popularity isn’t important to me,” Ojiro assures you while rubbing your back gently.

“I know,” You smile at him. “I guess I just want people to see the incredible hero that I know you are.” Ojiro brings his hand up to cup your cheek.

“I’m not as incredible as you are though,” he tells you while putting his forehead against yours. “Your support means more to me than any interview ever could.” He pauses for a moment before pulling back to look you in the eyes. “And,” his voice was a little softer than before, “I think I love you.”

Your heart fills with surprise and happiness at his words. You had felt the same way for so long, but didn’t want to overwhelm Ojiro or freak him out by saying it too soon. You immediately lean forward and kiss him gently. “I love you too.” He smiles, looking relieved about your reply. You take his hand and lead him over to the food so he could make a plate while everything was still hot. You were more confident than ever now that he was the best, and maybe it was good that he didn’t have hundreds of devoted fans because that meant you could have him all to yourself.

#ojiro mashirao #Ojiro x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Cindy's 500 follower event #Cindy's Writing

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2018shawn · 4 years

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Ruin the Friendship

OMG to the anon that requested this I am SO sorry it took me this long and it’s probably not up to expectation I've just been struggling to write djbsndfa HOWEVER, this was my interpretation of the song and I hope you enjoy. I did intend for it to be more sexy but it turned out more goof so soz about tht OH and I also wrote this with a OC I dunno why it just happened but there u go

Warnings: suggestions of smut, swearing, MY WRITING, alcohol consumption etc etc

Remy’s phone balanced against a stack of books, just enough so that she was in view of the front facing camera, not really giving too much attention to how she looked. Her screen was dominated by a mop of brown curls and just, and I mean - just - underneath them, she could make out the facial structure of her closest friend, neighbour and music mogul, known to the world as Shawn Mendes. To her, he was known as annoying neighbour that A) played guitar ridiculously late at night, especially in the room that backed onto her bedroom. B) never had milk and would knock at stupid o’clock in the morning to get some because he was fuelled by coffee and fancy tea’s and C) wasn’t there half the time, meaning she had 2 lots of post to check for every morning. He was in the midst of rambling and from what she could gather, he was throwing a party for absolutely no particular reason other than the weather was nice and doesn’t that make you wanna have a beer?

“No, Shawn. I don’t really drink beer, so I can’t say it does” She replied, rolling her eyes behind her quirky, but necessary, reading glasses as her fingers swiftly tapped away at her keyboard, trying to get down as many words as she could.

“Ok... vodka? gin?...” he started, and she gave me him a raised eyebrow kinda look as she finally turned her attention to him. “Tequilaaaaa?” He dragged out, putting on a face that the angels could have sculpted themselves.

“Jesus, no. Absolutely not.” The last time Shawn made her do a tequila shot, he demanded that she did it from his I want to run my tongue over stomach, to which she was absolutely mortified and knew that there was no chance in hell she could keep her cool, or stop her lips from going further south, if she was to lick or suck anywhere near that region. He finally let her settle for shotting it from the glass like a normal human being and that was the last she remembered of the night, “I’ll have water, I got a lot of work to do tomorrow”.

He plumped out his bottom lip at her response, but quickly raised a point. “So, that means you’re coming?” He was moving about in the screen, and she guessed he was just pacing around his apartment because he was the most restless person she’d ever met. She’d never known him to be home longer than 1 week at a time, so it was a rarity that he was currently on day 3 and quite possibly throwing a party out of boredom, not good will.

“Not necessarily... but, I might drop in” She replied, closing the lid down on her laptop with a sigh as her brain came to a halt with words, partly because of the Canadian boy the other side of her FaceTime call, “If I have to”.

He smiled and nodded, indicating that she did, in fact, have to. “You do! You’re always working, have a night off, Rems” She groaned at not only his nickname for her, but when she heard a knock at her door, assuming it would be her delivery. Pushing herself up from her sofa and slumping over to the door, she knew the angle on her screen wasn’t the prettiest, like when you accidentally open front camera and get the shock of your life, but he’d seen her in much worse states than this.

“I just... don’t know anyone” She said, swinging the door open, her eyes looking back at the screen to gauge Shawn’s reaction. To her dismay, just because of the pleasure of getting to see his face, he’d paused the FaceTime, assumingly scrolling away on other apps where faces were much more interesting that what she thought hers was.

“You know me” His voice snapped her out or her gaze, not just from her phone, but from the tall figure stood in her doorway. It wasn’t obscure that he was stood at her door, it was just obscure that he was on FaceTime at the same time. “What you gonna wear?”

He pushed past her, walking himself into the apartment which he knew all too well, not just because his was symmetrical, but because he’d been round here more times than he'd had hot dinners. It wasn’t all good reasoning - he’d turned up numerous times looking like he was on the verge of tears, which sometimes he burst into as soon as she shut the door behind him, he’d turned up fucked out of his face, because he couldn’t work his own key in the door and demanded he stay on her couch because his apartment felt lonely, hell, he’d even turned up heartbroken because the same damned girl kept screwing him over and he couldn't quite establish his self worth.

It killed her, for him not to see how incredibly special he was. She’d always had a small crush on him, sure. But Remy just learnt to deal with it because, sure, dating her was definitely not on the top of his to do list.

She was left stood, her hand still clasped around the door as he waltzed into her bedroom, muttering nothing in particular other than how she looked good in that red, flowery thing and she should definitely wear that. “Fucking dumbass” She muttered to herself, sighing as she finally closed the door, letting it shut with a loud click before following the - did I mention? - annoying neighbour that apparently would not take no for an answer.

“Turn off your FaceTime, I can hear you, fucking dumbass”

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She sipped, through her straw, at was definitely not water and she knew she shouldn’t have trusted him when he asked what she wanted to drink. She convinced herself it would be rude not to drink it - and maybe a couple more, now she had the taste for it. Her friend, Lily, was the one that put the icing on the cake, turning up at her house - what was with people just randomly turning up? - all dolled up ready for the night. She knew her friend only wanted to go because Connor had more than likely been in touch, after several previous one night stands/‘meetings’ and Lily was not the kind of girl that passed up the opportunity to get laid - even though she had Connor wrapped around her little finger.

Lily had left her to go pee, but Remy knew she most definitely would get lost (in Connor’s lap) on the way back, which left her with no choice but to fend for herself. She’d seen Shawn on arrival, but knew he was making a round of doing the pleasantries and she couldn't be stuck to his hip all night, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be. As if he’d sensed her needs, her annoying neighbour came prancing over with the grin of a Cheshire Cat and, of course, a red cup contained in one hand.

He looked good - really fucking good - she thought to herself as she watched him, buttons undone one extra than the normal person, showing the chest hair he always claimed to be manly. His trousers were tight around his peachy rear, which is somewhere she’d always wanted to get her hands onto but, funnily enough, never found the right moment to do that as a friend and neighbour. Like hey, I brought your post up... by the way let me touch your butt or hey, I saw you’re back in town, can I come round... and touch your butt.

Sure he looked good, but his body; his body even looked good. It looked healthy. Happy. Refreshed. Which is something it often wasn’t and she would preach to him numerous times about how you only get one and you need to look after it. Turns out he may have actually listened to her for once and taken her advice.

Remy had thought numerous times about going there with Shawn - there being her underneath him, but she also knew he could get any girl he wanted with the click of his fingers, because that’s just the kind of guy he was. She, was unaware that he thought she’d never want him - he knew she loved home comforts and stability and someone to be there. He completely wasn’t the right guy to be able to offer that, and sure, bedding her had crossed his mind because he wasn’t completely oblivious to all the little gazes he’d caught her in as he walked around his - or her - apartment in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein’s. But he couldn’t bare to do it to her - fuck her and leave - no matter how many times she bit her perfectly plump lip when he was chatting away to her about the dumb TV show they’d started watching.

“How’s your water?” He smirked, his eyes looking a little drunk as he mirrored her posture, leaning back against the kitchen counter with arms crossed, only he stood much taller. He turned to face her, eyes clicking with hers and giving her the same puppy dog eyes he always did.

“Great, actually, thank you” she smiled, being the one to break the eye contact before taking another large sip of her drink. His view didn’t alter as he kept eyes on her, beyond her knowledge, to take in every inch of what he thought to be perfect features. Shawn had travelled all around the world, but never met anyone that quite compared to Remy. He had never met anyone who was so determined to succeed, even through having as many set backs as her. He had never met anyone who could give so much love, despite being the one needing love herself. And what he thought about the most, was that he’d never met anyone who had a body like hers - one that could make him feel like jelly. “They’re really into each other aren’t they?”

She interrupted his train of admiring thoughts, making him stutter and blush when she turned back to face him, catching him staring at her plump lips. She nodded her head towards Lily and Connor, who were talking to other people but might as well have been auditioning for a role in love actually, because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. “Yeah, I actually didn’t know it was possible for him to have feelings” he laughed and she nodded, rolling her eyes and capturing her bottom lip in between her teeth. He lulled at the material of his unbuttoned shirt in an attempt to get some ventilation. He felt hot, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

“Well, I stupidly offered her a place to crash so I guess that means he’ll be joining too” She took the straw that was swivelling around in her drink, frustrated as she tried to catch it in her mouth every time she wanted a sip, and threw it behind her onto the counter. With one large gulp, the rest of her drink was gone and they both knew she was starting to get the confidence she so dearly deserved.

“I have a spare bed, if you know...” he started, not entirely sure where he was going with the whole invitation, “get bored of the noise”

ouch. friend zoned. She thought to herself, although grateful for the offer.

“I’m gonna whoop your ass at twister,” was the only thing she could reply, swiftly changing subject and nudging her head towards the surprisingly - so far - relatively PG game of twister happening in his lounge.

ouch. rejected. He though to himself, although slightly embarrassed at his childlike offer.

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Remy balanced on the balcony railing, her hair pushed to one side of her neck, exposing her shoulder and collar bone, just a measly spaghetti strap covering any skin there. She came outside for one of two reason. One being the fact she felt herself getting drunk, which is something she intended not to do. Two being that Shawn looked more hot the drunker she got and that was not the kind of things that she wanted filling her mind whilst she had the new found tipsy confidence.

“Hey, there you are” Shawn slid the balcony door closed behind him, placing his beer bottle on the little table, surrounded by two chairs, that covered almost half of the tiny balcony. “I thought you’d back door boogied.”

She snorted out a laugh, shaking her head at his ridiculous methodology. “No, but that would be the way to go, because you’d no doubt nag me to stay, if I told you I was leaving.”

He leant his back against the railing, turning his head to the right to get full view of her, as she admired the busy Toronto city. “Can you blame me?” She pursed her lips, trying to keep her eyes on the bright city lights. “What would I have to do, out of interest?”

She finally turned to look at him, his signature smile covering his features and that was more than enough to ever make her stay. “Hmm... maybe play me my favourite song.” He simply nodded, taking mental note.

They stayed silent for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of busy streets and the music inside filing the void. They awkwardly clicked eye contact a couple of times, her cheeks blushing a deep shade of red each time which he found incredibly cute, but also somehow sexy. “You should get back, it’s your party you loser.”

“I like your company,” he smiled genuinely, playfully nudging her shoulder with his own. He wanted nothing more, in this moment, than to grab her, hold her close and admire the beauty of the city with her. Admire her beauty.

She shoved her empty red cup in his hand, suddenly feeling thirsty, although she was sure it wasn’t the type of thirst that could be satisfied with another drink. But, another drink would have to make do. “Go fill up my dink, and I shall grace you with my presence shortly.”

He wasn’t sure where the assertiveness came from, but he thought it almost turned him on. “One Tequlia, coming right up”

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The dull party music was nothing but a background noise now everyone had vacated, leaving Remy, Shawn, Lily and Connor as the last men standing. Shawn couldn’t help but jibe at Remy for being one of the final few, making it through the entire party and finishing with a rare buzz from the alcohol. “Me and Con are gonna get going, if that’s okay?” Lily spoke, filling the last space in the dishwasher with any glass she could.

“Sure, thanks for your help, guys” Shawn said, balancing a stack of red plastic cups in his right hand that slightly resembled the leaning tower of Pisa, shaking Connor’s hand with his left.

“Okay well, here’s my key, I'll help Shawn finish up and I'll be back” Remy confirmed, walking over to her bag and retrieving her key from inside, handing it over to the eager blonde. She began speaking in a much quieter tone, even though Shawn and Connor were engaging in their own conversation and would absolutely have no interest in there's, “I might stay in Shawn’s spare room, give you guys... space” you laughed. Lily was more than thankful to have a best friend like you.

“Girl, stay in his damn bed” She replied, earning a roll of the eyes from Remy at the typical Lily answer.

“I wouldn’t mind if she did” Shawn spoke, Remy suddenly freezing and heart beating faster than she ever knew it could. The remark was pushed aside as everyone bid their final farewells, leaving Shawn and Remy alone in his apartment with nothing but a huge mess and Spotify playlist playing in the background. “You look really pretty tonight”, he added, as she finished rounding up the last few beer bottles and throwing them in his bottle bin.

“I... uh... thanks. You too” She smiled, almost instantly mentally slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. Pretty? You look pretty too? She thought to herself. “I mean, you look good. Not pretty, but good”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” He gasped, his hand pressing against his chest as he acted shocked. He leant his back against the wall, his legs straining against the fabric of his jeans, with one leg bent and supported against the structure. She couldn’t help but think about climbing on top of his thick limbs, straddling him and pinning him down. She replied a small oh har-har and he stood up, walking over to her, despite her pretending to be busy with the same bottles she’d been moving around for the past 5 minutes. “Because I think you're very, very pretty. Beautiful, actually” She felt his breath against the back of her hair, just above her ear as she remained facing the countertop. She was sure that she’d never felt a flush of heat like the one she was experiencing. His long arms captured her in his personal space, the scent of her sweet perfume filling the little space between them.

Shawn noticed how she’d stopped moving and he wasn't sure if he was pushing the boundaries too much. He would, of course, stop if she was to show him any signs of feeling uncomfortable, but the way her body finally relaxed against his told him the opposite. His fingers nervously danced over her waist, and he failed to notice the trail of goose pimples that covered her bare arms. It felt like a lifetime, waiting for her to react or say something.

Both their hearts, unbeknown to each other, were almost beating out of their chests. “Shawn...” Was all she could mumble, managing somehow to turn around, in the tiny amount of space she had, to face him. Well, to face his chest. His hands remained on her waist, his mind subconsciously telling him to hold on because she could try and run at any given moment. She looked up at him, through fluttering lashes, trying to work out what he was thinking, but failing miserably.

“Do you want me to move away?” He asked, noticing how their bodies were closer than they ever had been. Truth be told, she didn’t know, but something in her possessed her to shake her head, much to Shawn’s relief. So he sighed happily, reaching up his hand and brushing some stray hairs away from her face, his hand lingering there once he’d done. She reached up and covered his larger hand with hers, looking into his eyes with what he could only describe as love. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, giving him the signal he’d been waiting for.

Dipping his neck down, their lips collided with messy passion as his hand grasped the back of her neck, her hand finally parting from his to tug at the material of his shirt. She groaned at his neediness, moving into him, her chest pressing against his front. Neither of them thought about coming up for air, only needing each other to survive in this very moment.

Remy was the first one to detach, her cheeks covering deep red blush, yet again. “We... shouldn't.” She stated, her hands still balling up the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but fuck, Rems.” He breathed heavily, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheeks. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to.” It shocked her that he sounded like he meant it, because there wasn’t many men out there who were as honest as he. All she could find herself doing was taking in whatever words he spoke, her mind on over drive and then some. “And not like, just tonight. I’ve wanted you every day, in every city, every album, every single. And what’s more ironic is that your favourite song you said you’d like me to play for you... is about you and...”

She stopped him with another kiss, her tip toes aiding her in reaching up to his taller height. She knew the confidence had come from the uncountable amount of vodka-lemonades she’d practically inhaled, but her actions were sincere. Shawn approved of both the confidence and the actions. She spoke into his mouth as they loved on each other, “This... could...” He flicked his tongue against hers, her words being replaced with a string of moans. His hands pulled at the hair on the back of her head, pulling her neck upwards as their lips disconnected, giving him more access to the skin on her neck. His lips trailed wet kisses down, nipping at the delicate skin. “Ruin our friendship,” she finally finished and although her words were spoken genuine concern, the only thing she was physically concerned about was getting enough of a handful of his hair to toy with.

Her breathing was deep as Shawn pulled away, face still hovering close to hers. “I mean it though, Remy. I’m all in, if you are” She knew it was a big risk, ruining her friendship; her anxiety wouldn’t let her stay living next to Shawn if anything was to go wrong, meaning she’d have to go through the pain of packing up and moving apartments, to another country, in another world, because, being without Shawn was what it felt like to be alone.

If the friendship was ruined, it was already ruined because normal friends don’t casually do this in their kitchens. If she had chance to feel his love, she deserved to, as did he. Her mind raced with thoughts of these, a small laugh escaping her lips at how she’d found herself in this completely ridiculous situation, as she spoke words she never thought she'd be saying to the pretty Canadian boy staring into her soul, “Pick me the fuck up.”

#Shawn mendes #Shawn mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes fic #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn mendes oneshot #Shawn mendes smut

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 4 years

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Okay so I have an oc names is Arbany her quirk is indestructible wings and telekinesis and I would like u to do her x Bakugo where they fight and he say something that hurts her feelings and she later has a fight with some villains and almost die and whatever else u wanna add but an happy ending if that’s not too much for you I don’t wanna stress u out and if u don’t wanna do it it’s fine or if you have an better idea I will gladly take that thank u so much again I love you work take care 💕💕💕

A/N : omggg tysm for requesting and you’re so sweet ahhhh!! It actually means the world to me!

Apologises if she’s ooc, I’m not really sure what her personality is like.

Bakugou x oc

Warnings : violence/fighting, swearing

Words : 3,800

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Arbany had met Bakugou during the June of their first year in high school, meeting each other for the first time when her school Shiketsu High bumped into his. The impression they left on each other wasn’t the best. She remembered him as the foul mouthed, egoistic boy with a superiority complex, and he saw her as a good for nothing brat with one too many words and nothing but a dumb set of wings.

She had managed to knock him off his pedestal after she received her hero licence before he had and it sparked rivalry of sorts, Bakugou vowing that he would never lose to her again. They had stayed in contact after Kirishima asked for her number, adding her to a group chat with himself, Bakugou and a few more of their friends.

Soon, unbeknown to any of their other mutual friends, they had began to text privately, and she often found herself rushing to the phone whenever his special notification sounded. They would often take about modern day affairs, the latest updates on well known heroes and villains, and sometimes they would open up and talk about themselves, asking each other for advice on certain things or how their day went.

It wasn’t long before Arbany found herself developing a massive crush on him. Sure his attitude was brash and unnecessarily rude, but that didn’t mean he was a terrible person, in fact he did care a lot, and she supposed he just tried hard not show it for some odd reason or another.

They would meet up regularly, normally at places that were a few train stations away from their houses. The distance between their schools wasn’t incredibly big, but it did take at least an hour to get to one place from another, so they compromised with spots in the middle. On specials occasions, when it was their birthdays or a pubic holiday, one would wait by the school gates of the other.

This led to their classmates noticing and hence teasing them about each other. On Arbany’s side, her face would flush, ears light pink as her friends made comments about shipping them whereas on the other side of town, Bakugou would scream threats as his friends laughed.

Eventually, they started dating. It was a few weeks into the second year and Bakugou had asked her out during a picnic in a field with a wreath of fresh flowers that he had hidden in his backpack and a necklace. It was cheesy, and he was embarrassed the entire time, his cheeks dusted with red, letting out small curses every now as then, but he decided the massive smile on who was now his girlfriend’s face was worth him putting down his ego and taking the first step.

In the following autumn, Arbany had transferred into his school for the last year, after her parents moved for their jobs, she decided to finish off her second year at Shiketsu before joining her parents closer to UA. She was understandably upset at leaving behind her good friends, however being with her boyfriend of nearly a year and also his friends, who she was pretty close to as well, helped cheer her up significantly.

“Arbany!” Mina called, waving her over to the side of the gym. She walked over, pulling on her sports jumper as Aizawa began telling them of today’s training lesson. It was a 1v1 spar with no quirks and he gave everyone the choice to choose a partner.

“Are you going to spar Bakugou?” Mina asked.

Arbany started, “Possibly I-” before cutting herself off as she watched the blonde stomp towards Midoriya.

“Fight me Deku.” he shouted.

She laughed slightly, shaking her head before turning back to Mina. “I think I’ll choose someone I rarely train with.” she said, to which the latter nodded.

“Alright, you better not loose!” she cheered before walking off. Arbany looked around, catching sight of Todoroki standing alone.

“Hey Todoroki!” she called out, smiling as he turned around. “Would you like to be my partner?”

He nodded politely, before the pair began walking to an empty marked area of the hall. Her physical skill was only a few hairs short of Todoroki’s, him often catching to smallest openings and attacking. She stepped back in a wide stance, bringing her leg up which he blocked, before jumping up and swinging the other leg. He dodged, stepping backwards as she swung up, about to land a punch when a sudden large explosion sounded.

“The hell?” she jumped back, whipping her head around to see a large charred dent in the floor of the hall.

“Bakugou! This is a no quirk exercise.” Aizawa shouted, using his scarf to hold the younger boy back from continuing to attack Midoriya. “Are you alright Midoriya?”

She felt a small pang of guilt. Maybe if she had spotted Bakugou’s increasing anger towards the other boy, then she could have possibly prevented this. Maybe she should’ve payed more attention to her own boyfriend.

“I’ll take him to nurse’s office.” she offered, walking towards the boy and pulling on his arm.

“It’s alright I’m fine.” Midoriya protested, shaking his head but she tugged on his arm again and he followed without much more complaint. In the background she could hear Bakugou screaming at her to leave the damn nerd alone but she simply ignored him.

After leaving the hall, she slowed down her pace, letting go of his arm. “I’m sorry about Katsuki, I’m not sure why he even thought something like that would be acceptable.” she sighed, rubbing her forehead as Midoriya awkwardly chuckled.

“It’s not your fault don’t worry.” he reassured her.

“No it’s not.” she huffed out frustrated, “but maybe I could’ve talked him out of pulling something like this.”

Midoriya shook his head. “I think we need to sort it out between ourselves.” he said. “There’s no need to blame yourself Arbany.”

She nodded and sighed, stepping into the nurse’s office after him and looking around for any burn ailments.

Bakugou was seething. He detested the thought of his girlfriend together with the only person on earth that he utterly loathed. As soon as class ended, he rushed off to find Arbany, spotting her near their classroom and pulling her to the side.

“Why are you hanging out with the damn Deku.” Bakugou asked.

She sighed, grimacing. “I was not ‘hanging out’ with him, I went to treat him for a burn that you caused.” she answered, pointing a figure to his chest.

“He could’ve easily taken care of that himself.” he muttered.

“No Katsuki. He could’ve easily not been hurt at all if you just learn how to grow up.”

He could feel himself shaking with anger as he clenched his fists. “What the fuck do you mean I need to grow up.”

“Katsuki you are literally an adult next year, stop acting like a child towards someone who literally hasn't done anything to deserve this hate.”

“So you’re defending him now?”

“Yes! Yes I am because I think you’re being utterly unreasonable.”

“I don’t get you. You’re my girlfriend and yet-”

“Exactly! I’m your girlfriend and you should listen to me when I tell you what you’re doing something wrong. I care about you and that’s exactly why I’m not going to condone this behaviour.”

“But he’s just a fucking loser-” He stopped shouting to hold his head with his hand, rubbing his temple. “Look, I didn’t pull you over for a fight.”

“Well I’m not sure what you expected pulling a stunt like that.”

“Look I can explain-”

“You literally attempted to kill him. For what reason? Because he’s your rival?”

“No because-”

The sound of a phone ringing cut him off. “Hold on, let me take this.” she said, side stepping away and bringing the phone up to her ear.

“Hello? Arbany speaking.”

“Hello Arbany, you are being requested for a case.”

“Alright, I’m coming right now.”

“Mirio is waiting for you at the front gates.”

“Thank you.” she said before hanging up the phone, turning around. “Listen I’ve got a job now, but don’t you dare think this conversation is over Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Wait- Arbany!”

She ignored him, rushing off back to the classroom to gather her bag before running down the hallway and stairs. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, telling herself to stay calm as she slowly counted to 10 before regaining her composure. “You’re okay Arbany, you can do this.” she said to herself, pushing open the main doors and quickly walking to the school’s front gate.

“Mirio!” she called out, a smile plastered on her face as she threw her bag in the back seat and climbed into the passenger’s seat.

“Hey Arbany.” he replied, throwing her and earpiece before starting the engine and speeding down the road as she put on her seat belt, catching herself with her hand as the car lurched forward.

“Woah, slow down or you’re going to hit someone.” she laughed, securing the piece around her ear.

“I’ll be careful, but today’s job is really urgent.” he said, and she grimaced at the lack of a single hint of humour in his voice.

“Well that sucks, who is it?”

“The League again.” he sighed.

“Seriously? I’ve never met them before.” she answered, a pang of excitement hitting her as she was finally going to face the area’s most infamous villains.

“Really? They’ve been all over your class since first year.”

“Oh damn. I transferred this year so I guess I missed all of the fun stuff.” she answered.

“Well, I wouldn’t say fun.” he replied with a small laugh. “Your boyfriend did end up kidnapped for a good few days.”

She huffed at the word boyfriend and this caused Mirio to loosen up and actually laugh for one time in their journey. His usual upbeat self was incredibly tense and Arbany noticed as soon as she heard his less than enthusiastic greeting. “What did he do this time?”

“Arh.” She put her head in her hands before looking back up and staring at the traffic light. “I don’t even know, he just acts like a child like oh my fucking god Katsuki you’re turning 18 next year and you’re still trying to kill this poor bean over some childhood superiority complex.” she ranted, throwing her hands up in the air, hitting the car’s ceiling by accident.

“That sounds like him.” Mirio laughed, turning the corner, them both now spotting a massive colour of smoke.

“Well shit.” she cursed, tightening her grip on her seat belt as she saw a few people running away from the general direction. “Care to brief me in on which fucker might have done this?”

“Most likely Dabi.” he replied. “He’s the most active member who has a fire quirk. Just a warning, they may possibly have nomus.”

He pulled over to the side of the road, a sticker on his car’s windscreen showing that he was okay to do what would have otherwise been illegal parking. She got out of the car, running towards the scene. “Damn I don’t even have my hero suit on.” she complained under her breath, jumping into the air and with a flap of her wings she was above, looking down towards the scene.

“[hero name] here reporting for duty.” she called out after turning the ear piece on.

“Alright Arbany, your job is to make sure all civilians are out of the area.”

“Understood.” she answered, starting by doing a massive lap around the burning building with her wings. Spotting a pair walking towards it’s general direction, she swooped down and guided them to another route, before flying back up.

Getting closer to the building her eye caught sight on a fairly unburnt rooming, severely out of place considering the entire building was up in roaring flames and smoke. She slowly made her way to, realising a fairly young woman had been using her quirk to fireproof the room, but visibly growing tired. Arbany banged harshly on the window, getting no response as the woman remained leaning against her bed, almost motionless apart from the slight turn of her head, her eyes widening at the fact that someone had noticed her.

Arbany landed on the balcony, stepping back before swinging her leg up and shattering the window. She reached inside and unlatched the door, walking in hurriedly and placing her hands underneath the woman’s knees and back.

“Are you alright miss?” she asked, lifting her up and exiting the building.

She closed her eyes, a faint smile on her lips. “Thank you...”

“It’s alright.” Arbany replied, dropping to the ground at the sight of an ambulance, passing the woman over to a health worker. “Have some rest.” she said before jumping back into the air.

Before she could even travel another few feet, something at an incredible speed knocked into her from behind, sending her shooting down into the ground. “Fuck!” she screamed, wrapping her wings around her as she plummeted into the concrete.

“Arbany? Are you alright?” her ear piece sounded.

“Oh my fucking god.” she cried out, standing back up with a wobble and turning to see a massive lump of muscle and flesh flying in the sky. “Holy shit that thing is ugly.” she snorted, rolling back her shoulders to ease the tension as she most likely had to face that thing.

“That’s a nomu. Try not to engage in contact.”

“I think it’s a bit too late for that.” she responded as it started flying down towards her at a rapid speed.

“We’re sending another pro hero your way. Stay on your toes until then.”

“Alright.” she answered, focusing her mind on the incoming nomu and trying to stop it with her telekinesis. It slowed down considerably, no longer a blur in the sky, however she knew that once it reached her, even with a swing of it’s arm, she would be toast.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it otherwise he telekinesis would cease to work, so slowly she flew back into the air. The nomu changed it’s direction of path and sped towards her. She watched it intently as it grew closer and closer and by the time it was arms distance, she forced all of her energy onto it. It slowed down even more, and with that, she flew up, waiting for it be directly underneath her, before hardening her wings and burying them into it’s muscles as knifes.

It let out an ear piercing howl and with that she focused her telekinesis onto her leg, giving it extra as she stomped downwards on the nomu’s body. It started falling almost instantly, yet in that minuscule time frame, it had grabbed onto her ankle, pulling her down as well. With a shift of it’s body, it launched Arbany down towards the ground with it’s immense strength.

“Fuck.” she screamed. Her wings couldn’t catch any updraft of air so she resorted to encasing herself in her wings again. She hit the ground with a massive crash, the things around her becoming debris as she lay still in the dent in the ground.

In the quick seconds this had all occurred, she had forgotten to unharden her wings. She groaned in frustration at her stupidity as she felt an overwhelming pain in her side.

“Well fuck I might be out of commission soon.” she announced, roughly pulling out one of her feathers out of her side and tying her clothes tightly around the wound.

“You can stop Arbany, Endeavour has made it to your area.”

“I’m gonna keep helping until I can’t move anymore.” she muttered, standing up slowly as she winced at her side wound. She fell in pain as she stretched out her wings. Her wings were indestructible yes, the bones in them could never break, however that didn’t mean the rest of her body was too. The muscles connecting her wings to her back had been severely injured in the fall.

She felt utterly useless. She was a combat hero as much as a rescue one but she had essentially failed at both tasks. She watched as the nomu burned up in flames, still rushing towards Endeavour in a rage. With the last part of her energy, she focused and stopped most of it’s movements, and he sent another fire attack it’s way. With it unable to dodge or even shake out the flames, it slowly burnt up. She guessed this one was the regenerative type the others had encountered before.

With a small nod, satisfied at her help, she leaned against a wall and said “Alright well I’m gonna take a quick nap.”

“Arbany you are still in the battlefield, open your eyes right now!” She winced at the shouting in her ear and grumbled.

“Fine fine, I’m leaving.” she slowly started limping away, her hand on the wall to steady her and she made her way back to the main road. Spotting the ambulance again she stood up straight to walk over, missing the curb and falling flat on her face.

She felt fatigue wash over her as she rested her head on the concrete. Her head was spinning uncontrollably and she closed her eyes shut, hearing people running over to her as she slowly faded away.

~~~

“Kacchan I’m guessing you’re going to visit Arbany right now?” Midoriya asked as Bakugou strolled into the kitchen.

“What?” he scowled, turning his attention to the other boy with a glare.

“Wait you haven’t heard?”

“Do I look like I have Deku? Fucking spit it out already.”

“R-right, Arbany’s in hopsital after the villain attack by the-”

“Are you fucking with me Deku? I swear to god.”

“N-no I’m not!” he quickly answered, shaking his head before getting out his phone and turning to the most recent screenshot. “It’s on the news.”

Bakugou snatched the phone off him, his eyes squinted as he hurriedly read the small test. “Fuck.” he said, tossing the phone back to him absentmindedly as he rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing someone’s random jacket that was rested on the couch before running out of the door.

He sprinted all the way to the front gate, propelling himself with his quirk. He stopped at a main road, waving down a taxi aggressively before jumping inside and demanding they go to the nearest hospital. He tapped his feet impatiently as the drive there felt so agonisingly long. His eye watched digital distance measurer and calculator, pulling out what he assumed to be more than enough cash.

“Just park here.” he demanded as the hospital came into view.

“Sir I can’t-”

“Just fucking park here.” he shouted, the timid guy agreeing and stopping the car. He slammed the cash onto the dashboard before bolting out.

“Sir your change.” the driver called out.

“Keep it for all I care.” he shouted back, not sparing another glance as he ran into the hospital, knocking into a few people and almost colliding with a few more.

“Arbany. Arbany [L/N]” he said at the front desk as he almost started shouting at the receptionist for how slow he felt she was going.

“Second floor, room 214.” she said and he nodded, rushing to the elevators.

“Please refrain from running in here.” she called out from behind him. “This is a hospital, not a playground.”

He disregarded her words, pressing the up button multiple times, watching the floors come down to the ground, stepping in and pressing the 2. He soon reached her room, knocking before entering. She sat up on the bed, grimacing slightly as her side throbbed.

“Fucking hell, what were you thinking.” he said, sitting down next to her. His words were harsh but she could hear the genuine worry in them.

“Funny thing right, I did this to myself.” she chuckled, pouting when he didn’t show any reaction to her lightheartedness expect sighing.

“You idiot. Do you know how worried I was when I heard that. And if was from that nobody Deku as well.” he rubbed his eyes, his lips drawn up in a tight grimace.

She kissed her teeth. “Yeah, we’ve got to sort out what problem you have with Midoriya.”

“Fuck that brat, don’t think you can just change the conversation topic. What the fuck were you doing out there to get you landed in this bloody hell.” he threw his hands up, but his tone remained worried, making sure not to raise his voice at her.

“I’m a hero Katsuki, of course there are going to be injuries now and then.” she reasoned.

“I know.” he breathed out. He knew too that it was inevitable. They were both aiming to be pro hero and such a path like that wouldn’t be smooth sailing. “I know, I just...”

She stayed silent, not rushing him to go on as she wrapped her fingers around his. He clasped her hand in both of his, bringing them up to his head as he looked down at the bed. “I was scared.” he whispered.

Her heart melted at his words. It was almost never that someone like Bakugou would put down his pride to admit something like that. She reached over with her other hand, stroking his hair as he continued. “They wrote about you as if you were in some life threatening condition.”

She giggled. “That’s the media for you.”

“I, I thought I might lose you.” he said. She felt him shaking and pulled him towards her, wrapping her arm around him.

“I’m not going to leave you, you dummy.” she assured him. “I promise.”

He pulled back, flicking her on the forehead. “You better, otherwise I’m gonna follow you to hell and beat your ass.”

“Hey!” she pouted. “Who says I’d end up in hell anyways.”

“Pfft, and you’re going to heaven then?”

“Yes!”

“In your dreams.” he snorted.

She laughed at him before they fell into a silence, fiddling with his fingers as he simply just stared her.

“What’s up sweatpea?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and trying to read his expression.

“I love you dumbass.”

“Ew gross.” she laughed as he glared at her. “I’m just joking, ow! Don’t hit me I’m injured.”

Leaning back on the bed and away from him, she stuck her tongue out. “Say it back.” he demanded.

She squinted her eyes at him. “Are you sure you’re not the injured one Katsuki?”

He huffed and crossed his arms. “Fine then. Be like that.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding oh my god.” she rolled her eyes, leaning forwards to peck him on the lips.

“I love you too, you baby.”

If it wasn’t for her being injured, he might have blown her to pieces in sheer embarrassment.

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606writings · 4 years

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Hii, I was wondering if you could make a Todoroki request. Basically his gf/bf loves Billie Eilish( both of them are in the class 1-A) and one day, they have to keep the event in a secure state, but they would never imagine to see y/n singing “ all the good girls go to hell” with Billie. How would be their reaction and what todoroki would do after the song and after the presentation( it would be the American Music awards 2019), sorry if it’s too detailed and thank u 4 your attention 😊👋🏻👋🏻😊

SC: All the good girls go to Hell... [Todoroki Shoto]

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1,482

A/N: Okay this turned out a lot longer than I expected lmao. I tried my best with this since it was hard to find an excuse for Billie to invite Y/N to sing with her, but this definitely was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

“I can’t believe we get to attend Billie’s concert!” You said making little jumps excited.

“We’re not attending her concert. We were ones of the many Pro Heroes summoned to be part of the security. Remember we’re not here to have fun, we’re working.”

You looked up to the Hero beside you and nodded intensely.

You were at the Tokyo Metropolitan Theater alongside the Pro Hero you were doing your Hero Agency Internships with, to ensure the safety of none other than Billie Eilish, the famous alternative pop singer. Her staff requested the assistance of a lot of Pro Heroes, since there were rumors on the internet that a group of haters would be attending the concert to create commotion and ruin the concert.

You weren’t the only one, some of your 1°A classmates were summoned too, accompanied by sidekicks of the Agencies they were working with, including your boyfriend, Todoroki.

You two haven’t seen each other since the whole Internship thing started because you were both busy, so you wanted to have some time off to chat with him. But that wasn’t what kept you fidgeting, you were more excited about the fact that you’ll be at one of your favorite singer’s shows, and maybe you’d get to see her in person.

“We have to escort the artist in and out of the building and confirm the identity of every person present in the room to ensure everyone’s safety. Understood?” Said the Hero.

“Yes, sir!”

When it was time to finally escort Billie into the building you positioned yourself where you were told, and from your place you could spot Todoroki’s peculiar hair. You tried getting his attention and he finally noticed you, he smiled at you and waved.

“The artist is entering the building. Confirm your positions.” You heard one of the bodyguards talk through his radio.

The staff continued to confirm everyone’s positions as they all started walking. You had to follow them and stay at a certain distance from them. But it was close enough for you to see her clearly.

‘It’s really her! I can´t believe it!’ You thought biting your lips to hold back the smile that kept looming out in your mouth.

Everyone was rushing through the hall to get to the dressing room as quick as possible. While all the heroes present continued studying the place in search of signs of any disturbance.

When you were almost at the dressing room’s door, you had to walk in front of her and enter the room first along with Todoroki and the sidekick hero accompanying him. And just when you opened the door, three masked people hurriedly came out and directed their attacks to Billie, a couple meters behind you.

Without waiting a second, Todoroki and the pro hero beside him reacted and took two of them down without even using their quirks. But the one remaining used his quirk to slip through them and ran directly to Billie.

You took a step back and blocked his way, he took out what seemed to be a paintball gun and shot aiming to Billie’s chest. You reacted quickly and used your quirk to stop the paint balls before they even hit her.

As you were just a hero in training, you weren’t allowed to use your quirks to attack someone, so your only option was to use a self-defense technique and with all your might, pin the person down keeping his arms behind him, pulling the gun away from him.

The rest of the pro heroes standing behind the staff came in hurriedly and took care of the situation. They apprehended the three of them and called the police, so they’d get arrested.

“Ahhh, well done, kids!” The two pro heroes in charge of Todoroki and you congratulated you. “You managed the situation well, now I know this was a good opportunity for you.”

“Are you two Pro Heroes?”

A sudden soft female voice called from behind you. You froze for a second recognizing her.

Watching how you petrified, Todoroki replied for the two of you:

“No, we’re still students. We’re doing internships.”

You turned around and found your favorite singer approaching you slowly with an incredulous look on her face.

“Well thank you, guys, that was amazing.”

“I-I…” You stuttered trying to get the words out of your mouth.

She looked at you, laughing lightly and looked back at Todoroki.

“What happened to her?” She asked your boyfriend.

“Uhh… I think she’s just nervous because she’s a big fan of yours.” He answered, placing a hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down.

“Oh, well…” Billie gazed at you, and while smiling she took a step forward. “You sing?”

“E-Excuse me?” You asked confused.

“Yes, she sings your songs all the time and she actually sounds great.” Todoroki answered for you once again, seeing how you still couldn’t believe the situation.

“Want to join me on stage?”

“WHAT?!” The question made you unfroze and step back surprised.

“I think the audience wouldn’t mind you singing a song with me, after all you’re a fan of mine and you protected me.”

“Umm… I don’t know…”

You felt a pair of hands pushing you slightly from behind and your boyfriend’s voice whispered in your ear:

“Come on, Y/N, I know you can do it. You shouldn’t miss this chance.”

Taking a deep breath and trusting Todoroki’s words, you nodded towards Billie and accepted her offering.

After that, Todoroki walked behind you all the way to the stage, trying to hide his smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was so happy to see you get the opportunity to collab at least for a moment with one of your favorite singers.

He knew how much you admired her and how you were looking forward to this night even if you could only see her from afar.

Billie finally came out to the stage and announced:

“Before starting the show, I would like to introduce someone who did a great job tonight. Back at the dressing room she protected me along with other heroes, but I wanted to thank her specially since she’s a fan of mine.”

Billie invited you to her side and the crowd started cheering.

Todoroki was waiting just a few steps aside where the staff watched through the show. He could spot some of his classmates working down the stage. They were obviously surprised and confused, but at the same time excited to see one of their friends perform with an international celebrity.

At that moment the lights went off and the piano started to play.

All the good girls go to Hell…

Billie’s smooth voice filled the theater and the crowd calmed down for a bit allowing her to raise her voice slowly.

‘Cause even God himself has enemies…

Todoroki remembered the lyrics since you were always singing at class or while going on a date. You had an amazing voice and could match up perfectly Billie’s.

He couldn’t deny that Billie Eilish was an incredible singer, but he was more excited to hear you sing.

The stage lighted up showing the singer standing up from a chair next to the piano, at the center. You walked to her side and continued singing.

Standing there, killing time.

While everyone admired your vocal skills, almost at the same level as hers, Todoroki observed you proudly.

Even though you looked like a shy girl at first, you were confident and strong. He wasn’t surprised when you took down that one guy before, because he always saw how much you trained and strived to be a good hero.

The song came to an end and you were panting, your face completely red from dancing and following Billie’s movements through the stage.

After parting from her, you approached your boyfriend.

“That was amazing, Shoto!”

He laughed and took your hand to guide you somewhere far from the staff, and finally arriving at the dressing room.

“You should rest for a bit, babe.” He suggested putting a kiss on your forehead.

“So, what do you think? Maybe I should quit this hero dream and become a singer.” You winked at him jokingly.

“But then we wouldn’t study and train together.” He pouted caressing your cheek.

“Mmm, you’re right, this is more fun.”

He glared at you for a few seconds before embracing you gently.

“I love to see you enjoy yourself like this, Y/N…” He murmured close to your ear, making you shiver.

“W-Why?”

“Because I can appreciate how bold and beautiful you are while doing the things you like… You look so happy, and that makes me ten times happier…” He sighed and placed another kiss on your flushed cheek.

You buried your face on his chest trying to hide your big smile.

And you knew perfectly what he meant because that’s exactly how you felt about him too.

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madmadmilk · 4 years

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This might be kinda dumb and it’s ok if you’re not taking requests but if you ever do I’d love for you to consider this. I’m going through a really unexpected break up and honestly I’m having a pretty hard time. I’d love to read a short fic about Tom comforting y/n through a break up. I love your writing by the way. I check up on your blog almost daily. Keep it up 💕

hey! this isn’t dumb, but i’m sorry i took so long to reply. i hope you’re feeling better and seeing bluer & brighter skies. you’ll be okay! 💞 for now, please take time to enjoy the little things,, and this is for u 🌷

anything & everything

pairing: tom holland x reader

you’ve never really broken up with anyone before. no one as serious as this, at least. you always imagined there would be fighting words, kicking and screaming, a shower of rain to hide your tears, and twinkling city lights to wistfully look at in your pain.

but there were none of those.

instead, the “break up” was crisp and concise and in the bright light of day. you both knew it had to happen. it had been a slow crack that grew bigger and bigger. a fire you both had tried to water and fan, only to burn it all down.

you both had seen it coming.

and that’s not all bad; sometimes life just pulls you apart. you go one way, and they the other. and you don’t always have to hate someone for making that choice, it’s their life after all–– and there’s so much to live, and see, and feel and love

but it still made you hurt.

the silence after the fact is what pained you the most… knowing that you shouldn’t contact them, no matter how much it wanted to. you both had to move on from this point, you had to let go. you could still be friends, but not now. not when it was so fresh.

so in the early morning, only 9 AM, you call someone you know would be up. (or rather, would get up for you)

“of course, of course–– no, don’t explain. i’ll be there, don’t worry. no! no, i’ll come pick you up. i have time–– all day. i’m free, don’t worry. i’ll be right there. gimme a sec––” his voice is groggy with sleep but full of sympathy. a wonder he could conjure up so much emotion within moments of waking up.

most people would be pissed, but tom was not “most people.”

you were always fond of tom, he’s always so friendly and his smile puts you at ease. he’s quick to tease you, but incredibly trustworthy. he’ll stand up for you, but also tell you the brutal truth. he doesn’t cut corners, but he’d speed over to comfort you in your time of need.

tom is just that kind of person.

the kind that shows up after a surprise call at 9 AM to pick you up from your now ex’s place, spare hoodie and water bottle in hand. he comes up to your door, guiding your hollow spirit to his car, helping you into your seat.

it’s at that moment when you realize how weak you felt. your knees buckled and you fell back against the leather, your fingers fumbled with the seatbelt, but he helped you wordlessly. your knuckles turned white as your gripped the strap across your chest.

he doesn’t speak until he’s sped off in a random direction. you couldn’t tell where, because of the tears that blurred your vision.

“what happened?” the words ripped through your strained composure

your mouth opened to speak, desperate to sort your emotions, but only a weird squeaky sob made way. you have to breathe–– probably taking ten minutes just to say anything intelligible–– but he gets it.

“we,,––hhic–– they said,–– t-they–– we broke up––” you shut your eyes as you say it, the finality of hearing yourself say it out loud.

“it’s over”

“oh, no,” he says quietly. he reaches over to rub your shoulder, sparing you a sorry glance that you don’t see. “i’m so sorry.”

you nod. those were the only words he could give you, there was nothing to be spiteful or angry about. this was what had to run course.

after another ten minutes of sharp hiccups and groaning, you started to let yourself settle. you lean your head back while tom just drives, and watch the bright blue, cloudless sky as your eyes start to swell. your face was warm, and shoulders tense.

“this sucks,” you say out loud, voice cracked.

tom laughs softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder again. it felt nice. he slowed to a stop light, and sat back to look at you fully. there you notice he was wearing some dodgy sweatpants, a dark hoodie with a white shirt pulled down under it. his hair was a tangled mess, eyes ringed with dark circles. but he was still smiling gently,

“i know.”

it was nice that he didn’t comfort you right away, that he wouldn’t smother you with pretty-nothings. it would be hard to believe at this point. instead he drove far, far away from all things familiar, and let your ramble about things you would probably all take back in a few days time.

he pulls into a parking lot, excusing himself for a second, and then coming back with your favorite coffee order. he watches you sip it and smile slyly, when you realize he remembered. you thank him.

“don’t worry about it,” he comforts, “your order is easy to remember.”

“how so?”

“it’s the opposite of mine.”

and that makes you laugh, falling into a special sort of ease. you push your sticky hair off your face, taking another sip. tom plays his spotify wrapped playlist, and you tease him about his artist of the decade. he defends himself and lists their bops. you listen as he fills the silence.

it’s nice.

you don’t exactly want to address the fresh wound, not yet at least. and tom understood that. right now, he was a distraction, and he understood that.

but he’s a good friend, you hope he understands that.

when the conversation falls to a lull, and you’re starting at the shaking, barren trees, tom offers,

“wanna step out? take a walk?”

“sure.”

you both step out of the car, maybe immediately regretting it because of the sharp chill–– but warm drinks in hand, it was enough. you laughed as he pulled his hood up, and protested when he tossed you a spare jacket–– though you put it on.

you walk towards shop buildings that weren’t yet open–– quiet, cold streets. you look down at your feet, and then are pulled

tom hugs your shoulders, pulling you to meet his side. he rubs his hands up and down your arm and shakes back and forth with funny steps. you look at him and he’s smiling goofy and apologetic.

the sight of him feeling sorry for you, makes you feel sorry for yourself and you start to tear up. he gets flustered and you laugh,

“god, tom, don’t make me cry! my tears are going to fucking freeze!”

“sorry, i’m sorry––” he whines, wiping your face roughly as you stop in the middle of the walkway. you duck away from him but he continues to rub your face,

“–– these are gonna turn into fucking ice cubes––”

“tom!”

“ew, wait!–– don’t wipe your nose on that!”

“then, where the hell else–– you told me to wear this!”

you sniffle, your ribs aching with laughter. he holds your wrists lightly to stop you, but let go quickly. you hold your snotty sweater over your fingers and hold them against your face.

“thanks, tom. for coming out with me.”

he laughs, kicking his feet, “’didn’t really come out. kinda kidnapped you.”

you pull your hands down, crossing your arms and smiling the best you can, “well, thanks for being here with me.”

his head tilts, eyes crinkling genuinely, “don’t mention it.”

your lips press together, attempting to smile wider.

he nods, looking over you. he could see that you were going to be fine, that you were standing strong on your own two feet, your future clear and bright, your spirits ready to be lifted, you heart bruised, but intact–– he could see that it wouldn’t hurt for you to have someone to lean on.

tom approached you slowly, his arms held out. you didn’t move, not because you didn’t want to–– but it felt nice this way.

he engulfs you in a hug, his arms going over your shoulders, his heads resting against yours, inviting you to lean against him. and you do. you smush your face against his shoulder.

his scent was unfamiliar, but incredibly warm.

he held you tight, rubbing your back and eventually swaying again. it was a way to say, “you can pull away at anytime, but i’m here for you.”

you don’t cry again, and instead hug him back with time. it was just a kind gesture you needed so badly. you didn’t want to feel like a burden, you didn’t want to be pitied, you didn’t want to be alone––

and tom gets that.

but sometimes you just gotta say it outright,

“thank you. you’re a really good friend, tom.”

he pulls back, both your arms sliding off each other, his hands come to rest by holding your elbows. you lightly lay on his forearms. his smile is crooked, while his eyebrows twitch. he speaks more bluntly than he means,

“i’d do anything for you”

you crack a laugh, rubbing your nose,

“thanks? likewise.”

tom laughs gently alongside you, as you resume your walk. the wind is not quite as cold with tom beside you.

maybe it’s because he blocked it–– or because of the violent flush that ripped across him upon realizing that he confessed his buried feelings for you.

you miss the way he lovingly looks upon you, but that’s okay. he only wants you happy and warm–– no matter the means.

he’d do anything & everything.

💞

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bellemorte180 · 4 years

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Hey Darling! Just wondering if you could do me the absolute honor of writing me a oneshot/drabble about original!klaroline and how all the mikaelsons have a special bond with her and see her as family.. want to see how the family see how important she is in not only Klaus life but all of them.. Bonus points if Caroline calls him Nik/Niklaus.💗💗 Will love u forever!💗

Hello! I am combing this request with this one: Hey! Dont know if you’re still taking drabbles request for mothers day! But I would love an Original!Caroline where all Mikaelsons protect her and see her as family. I love the idea that her and Kol would be bestfriends.

Both are from anonymous people:

Drabble number six: Based in the universe of my story “If I Die Before I Wake”. You can read that first on A03 or this can be a stand alone read.

Rebekah

“Does this dress make me look fat?” Rebekah asked, admiring herself in the mirror of the small boutique that she dragged Caroline to. Ever since Caroline was awoken from her magical sleep, Rebekah rarely had time to spend time with her sister-in-law; Nik taking up all of her time. That and Stefan finally made a decision between Rebekah and Elena, Rebekah being his final choice. She needed her best friend to help her choose a dress that would knock Stefan off his feet.

“I like the green one better. It brings out your eyes.” Caroline replied, circling Rebekah and gazing at her with a critical eye; trying to find a hint of fault, because if Rebekah was going to have a happy ending, there could not be one. She had hoped that Marcel would be Rebekah’s happy ending but if this Stefan was the man she chose, then Caroline was going to do her best to make Rebekah look drop dead gorgeous.

“Do you not think it is a bit short?”

“Apparently that is what women wear in this century.”

“Scandalous.” Rebekah tossed is a salacious tone. Caroline chuckled, resting her head against Rebekah’s shoulder; looking at their reflection in the mirror. Rebekah raised her hand to grasp Caroline’s. “I’m so happy you’re home with us. Nik was a nightmare without you beside him, but we all were so lost. You really are the heart of this family.”

“I promised Nik that I would never leave him again.” Caroline whispered. “That I would never leave any of you again.”

Kol

“Darling!” Kol’s loud voice echoed through the manor and Caroline could not help but roll her eyes as she poured herself a cup of hot tea. Kol was always mischievous, even as a human. However, whenever he wanted something, Caroline found that he could be very sweet and persuasive with his words. Yet, Caroline was one of the few women who Kol was not related to by blood that did not fall for it. “Nik told me that you gave a little witch your number, with the promise of a favor.”

“I provided Bonnie with my number, yes.” Caroline replied with narrowed eyes. Kol shot her a look with his puppy dog eyes that had covens of witches bending to his will. Caroline tossed him a humorless laugh and shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Come now. I think she likes me.”

“From what Freya as stated, I think Bonnie has higher standards that you could not possibly live up to.”

“Ouch. That hurt.” Kol pressed a hand to his heart, pretending to be wounded by her words. Caroline did not buy it. “I think that I have grown on her. She asked all sorts of magical questions that I was more than happy to answer. I think there are more delicious things that I could teach her. Hey! Where are you going?”

“Away from you.” Caroline chuckled and left the kitchen; hearing Kol’s laughter behind her. “I’ll think about speaking to Bonnie the next time I see her, but I make no promises.”

“Missed you too Caroline.”

Elijah

“Elijah, I need a favor.” Caroline stated, strolling into the home office he made for himself. She did not knock but she never did. Elijah always felt like the older brother she never had and secretly wanted. She once confided him Elijah a secret that the only other person who knew was Nik. Elijah never spoke about the child she lost when they were turned, and it bonded them in a way that neither expected.

“Yes, Caroline?”

“Nadia. I need to track her down.” Caroline replied, dropping onto one of the leather chairs that was stationed behind his big oak desk. She crossed her feet at her ankles and perched there elegantly while Elijah peered at her over his paperwork about the Mikaelson family finances. “Hopefully she is still alive. I kind of want to rip her heart out in front of Katerina. Although, I might just lock them in the tomb for a few years together to bond first.”

“You want to use Nadia to torture Katerina?” Elijah sighed and stood from his desk, walking around it before perching on the front of it. “I understand your desire to seek revenge, but Nadia had nothing to do with Katerina’s actions. Katerina did not even know that Nadia was still alive.”

“I turned Nadia for the sole purpose of using her as leverage one day.” Caroline replied in a simple tone. She eyed Elijah curiously, her eyes narrowing. “Oh no. Please do not tell me you’re still in love with her? Isn’t there someone out there that is not a doppelganger that you can fall in love with? They never treated you like you deserve. Either one of them.” Elijah looked at her in contemplation for a few moments before nodding in agreement. Caroline stood quickly and kissed him on his cheek. “Thank you!”

“Give me a week. I’ll have her found. That will give you time to plan exactly how you want to torture her.” Caroline smiled brightly and for a moment, Elijah thought that the room seemed just a bit brighter. She turned to leave the office until Elijah called after her. “Caroline. I stopped loving Katerina the day she took you from us.”

The smile that Caroline shot Elijah was wide and beaming.

Finn

Caroline was sitting outside the Mystic Grill, waiting for Bonnie to meet her, when her mobile phone rang; showing an unknown number. Cellphones were still a new concept to Caroline, having been in a magical coma when they were invented. Biting her lip, Caroline picked up the device and pressed it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Caroline?” A voice she had not heard in over nine-hundred years sounded on the other end. She paused thinking about the last time she heard that voice. It had been in Italy; the night before the Five daggered them all and Nik went into a murderous rage. Nik spent fifty years tormented by hallucinations and pulling the dagger out of the eldest Mikaelson brother never occurred to them.

“Finn?”

“I wasn’t sure if you would answer. These devices are a marvel.” Finn chuckled and Caroline was flabbergasted at the sound. As far as she could remember, Finn never laughed for as long as she had known him. “I found Sage and she helped me contact Freya. She told me that you’re awake and I wanted to hear your voice for myself.” Caroline’s eyes were wide, and she was about to respond but Finn pressed on. “I was hoping that you would do something for me.”

“Um. Sure?” Caroline’s voice was high pitched, completely unsure where this was going. Finn and Caroline had never been close. Even when they were human and she had married Nik, Finn was nothing more than Nik’s brother who sometimes ate meals with them. “What is it?”

“Sage and I are going to travel for a while. I do not think I will be seeing my siblings for a long time. Nine hundred years is a long time to have a dagger in my chest. I could hear them, when they were near, but they never pulled the dagger out.”

“Neither did I.” Caroline replied. “If anyone could have done it and not faced Nik’s wrath, it would have been me. I could have begged him to pull it out and he would have for the simple fact that I requested it; but not once did I ask him to do it.”

“True.” Finn answered her. “But you and I never really considered each other family. It wasn’t your place.” Caroline thought on Finn’s words and he was correct on that account. “All I need from you is to care for them and maybe on occasion, let me know how they are. I’m angry at them and will be for a long time, but that does not mean I do not care.”

“Just a phone call every now and then?” Caroline asked and Finn confirmed her assumption. She thought on it and for all intense of purposes, it was an easy thing he was asking. “I’ll save your number. I call every decade or so.” Caroline heard a soft breath on the other line. “Give Sage my love. I did like her.”

“You’re the only one who ever did.”

Freya

“There are moments when I see you practicing magic and it reminds me of Esther.” Caroline muttered one day as she watched Freya preform a spell in the middle of a circle made of salt and candles. Freya narrowed her eyes at Caroline. “Just saying. I’ve seen Esther preform magic a good bit when we were human and the two of you are kind of similar.”

“That is not a compliment.” Freya replied with steel eyes. Caroline went out of her way to get to know Freya, even though the unexpected Mikaelson sibling had a hard exterior. It took Caroline getting Freya incredibly drunk one night one red wine that she was able to really get to know her. Since then they had a friendship that centered around insults that neither one of the women meant.

“Just being honest.”

“You know, when I spent over a century helping Nik break the sleeping curse, I never expected you to be so annoying.” Freya bit back but her tone lacked bit. Caroline laughed, tossing her blonde hair back. “You know, the way he spoke, one would have thought you hung the sun or something.”

“Maybe I did.” Caroline could see the hint of a smile creeping onto Freya’s lips. She walked over to the salt circle and looked down at Freya who was sitting in the middle of it; legs crossed. “I came in here because I realized that I never properly thank you.” Freya looked at her confused. “For helping Nik. Keeping him sane. Or, at least as sane as you could have. I know it could not have been easy. He can be a bit testy at times.”

“At times? He is like a bloodthirsty toddler on a good day.” Caroline snorted at the accurate description of her husband. “But he is family. I wanted a family for so long that I wasn’t going to turn them away, especially when they needed help. Although, it was Kol who broke me out of that conclave in the Vatican so you really should be thanking him.”

“Oh, I will.” Caroline replied, thinking about Bonnie.

“And I meant what I said about family. We are all a part of this family. At least to me.” Freya added, shifting uncomfortably; getting far too close to real feelings for her liking. “Even annoying blonde vampires who have a tendency to fall victims to sleeping curses.”

“Hey! I’m not the only blonde in this family who was under a sleeping curse!” Caroline all but yelled in indication. Freya laughed lightly and shook her head. “But thank you for the sentiment. I appreciate it. And I feel the same about you. You’re my new sister. Warts and all.”

“Rude.” Freya said simply. “Now get out. I have a spell to do.”

Nik

Caroline laid across the king-sized bed, her head tossed back, eyes closed and mouth half open. Her legs were spread wide and Nik’s tongue worked between them. Her hips were being held down by his hands while Caroline’s fingers gripped at Nik’s blonde curls. She bit her; whimpering as her back arched and she came against his tongue.

“Nik!” She called his name as spasms overtook her body. Nik kissed up her body as she came down from her high. His teeth nipped at her nipples and his lips sucked at her collarbone. He settled between her legs while Caroline wrapped them around his waist. She brought his lips to hers, tasting her juices on his tongue.

“I love you.” Nik breathed as they broke apart. He rested his forehead against hers. “I cannot get enough of you. I went almost a century and a half without you. It was too long to be apart. There are so many things I wished to show you. Paris, it has changed since we were last there. You would love it.”

“Then take me there.” Caroline whimpered as Nik’s penis brushed against her clit. “Please Nik. I need you.” Not being able to deny her any longer, Nik slid into Caroline’s heat; groaning at the sensation. Ever since the moment he gave into her demands to have him after she awoke from her magically induced coma, Nik had not been able to keep his hands off of her. He was constantly touching her, holding her, feeling her and loving her. Caroline knew that it was a mixture of his love and desire for her but also reassurance that she was still with him. “Yes! Nik!”

His movements where slow as he gazed down into her eyes face; drinking in each expression. He kissed her eyelids as they fluttered shut or nipped at her neck when she tilted her head back. He pressed their foreheads together as he rolled his hips; hitting that sensitive spot inside her that caused Caroline to grip at his shoulders. She dragged her nails down his back, causing him to bleed. She cried out his name has her orgasm hit and Nik drank in every ounce of her pleasure; unable to look away. His own release hit hard, and he spilled himself inside her.

Once their breathing calmed down, Nik rolled off of her and laid on his back. He grasped her hand, refusing to let go of it. Caroline moved over, resting her head against his chest and closed her eyes. She listened to his heartbeat and felt Nik kiss the top of her head.

“I can’t lose you. Not again.” He whispered into her blonde locks. Her return was fresh and new; only a few weeks old. She knew that it would take a while for Nik to be able to squash that fear of her being taken from him. It was why he held her tighter, loved her gentler and looked at her as though she hung the moon for him.

“You won’t. I’m not leaving. Ever.”

#klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction

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valentina-gg · 4 years

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Missing you - Chris Evans x reader

Request: Hello can you do a cevans x reader where the reader is a very famous pop singer and actress (she’s a part of the avengers) so the reader is dating cevans and they have not seen each other for a while since she finished filming her part for the avengers movie and went on a worldwide stadium tour. Then cevans and the avengers squad went to see one of her concert. Thank u so much. - anon

A/N: HIYAAAA, sorry for taking this long, I’ve been havind trouble with my internet connection. I hope you like it and feel free to send more requests. I love you all 💗💗

Being a full-time actress and singer wasn’t easy.

As soon as you finished filming your scenes for the avengers you had to go on a stadium tour. You weren’t complaining, though. You loved stages, seeing people singing along to your songs, dancing and having so much fun was very satisfactory to you. But it had its drawbacks too.

You found extremely hard to be so far away from the man you love for such a long time. Chris found it hard too, but he knew how to handle it. He would call you via FaceTime pretty often, even send you photos and videos of him and Dodger. Sometimes, he would even send you flowers and chocolates.

He wasn’t the only one you were missing, you missed everyone on set. RDJ would always joke about him preparing our wedding, when we weren’t even engaged. Scarlett and Chris had a special friendship, they knew each other very well, so whenever you and Chris had a fight you would always go to her. She always knew what to say.

You were in the middle of the tour now, meaning that you still had many concerts on the list before finishing and going back home to you man. However, you could not get distracted because you had a lot of work to do. Going to rehearsals was the first thing today.

After a long morning of rehears, you went back to the hotel room and prepared a bath, you needed it before tonight. Suddenly, you phone vibrated.

You saw the name of the person who sent it.

Hubby

You smiled, remembering why you had used that for his contact name.

“I’m telling you, honey, we are getting married, maybe not today, tomorrow or next year, but we are.”

“Really? How so sure, Evans?”

“Life wants it that way, sorry, you’re not getting rid of me, you’ll be my wifey.”

“Well, then you’ll be my hubby.”

It was a silly conversation; you couldn’t even remember why or how started. After a moment of melancholy, you went back to reading the message.

Hubby

I miss you x

Along with that came a photo of Chris and Dodger and you couldn’t resist as you started crying. Not because you were sad, well, you were a bit sad because of the distance, but you were crying because, for the first time in your life, you had found a man that made you feel extremely loved.

You looked at him and you just loved him. And it terrified you. It terrified you the thing you would do for him.

The time to get ready for the concert had arrived, so you went to the stadium and started to get dressed. You decided to wear a t-shirt you had stolen from Chris, at this point, everyone knew you were dating, so you didn’t care.

As the concert started and you sang, you stopped yourself to look at people’s faces, how happy they were to be there. You were in the middle of a song you had written about Chris when suddenly you saw him.

He was there.

He was there with Scarlett, Jeremy, Robert, Mark and Chris. First row.

When the concert finished you had to do a meet and greet, and you met incredible people. All the fans that would come were telling you how great the concert was, how fantastic you were and how much they loved you.

That was convenient because you loved them too.

When the M&G was over, Chris came in and you literally threw yourself to him.

“I’ve missed you so much, you know?”

“I missed you too.” He said as he kissed you lips very softly.

And just like that, both of you melted in a beautiful loving kiss that you wish it would never end.

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niksixx · 5 years

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Fortune Cookie

Requested: Anonymously!

Pairing: The Dirt! Mick Mars x Reader

Description: Yaay so glad your requests are open again! If u could write one about being Mick’s kid sister + surprising him on tour for his birthday, and the rest of the band are so shocked to see him being so happy and loving towards another human being haha

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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Mick Mars never enjoyed being reminded of his birthday. It was nothing special, just an ordinary day. There was no reason to celebrate another year of life that he struggled with his disease. He’d rather sit at home in a dark room and watch a movie with a bottle of vodka all to himself.

But as Mick’s little sister, you were always devising ways to make his birthday a day filled with joy and happiness, not pain and misery.

Mötley Crüe were in the middle of their second tour so there was no way to convince Mick to come back to Los Angeles to celebrate his birthday. You had called Tommy one morning to see if he had any ideas and to your surprise, he came up with the perfect plan.

“I can fly you out to Virginia within the next three hours,” he said excitedly. Tommy was just as cheerful as you remembered. “That way you’ll be here in time to take him out for dinner or something. Doc will pick you up at the airport and I’ll take care of getting you a room.”

~~~

With your duffel bag in hand and a grin on your face, you maneuvered through the airport in search of Doc. On the ride back to the hotel, you chatted with Doc about the tour and laughed at his stories which mostly involved trying to contain three drunk band members who would find entertainment in trashing their hotel rooms.

Tommy met you at the front desk of the hotel, welcoming you with open arms. Seeing that you were still in your teenage years, your bond with Tommy was the strongest because he was closest to your age. Plus, he had a younger sister of his own.

“Hey kid,” Tommy grabbed your duffel and threw it over his shoulders, slinging his other arm around your neck. “Mick’s in his room with Nikki and Vince. They made him play Scrabble so he wouldn’t leave the room.”

As you approached Mick’s door, your excitement intensified. You hadn’t seen your brother in almost four months. Even though Mick hated surprises, you were eager to see the shocked look on his face when he saw you.

Pushing open the door, you tiptoed into the room with Tommy behind you. Nikki saw you first, offering you a subtle wink before returning to the game. Mick and Vince had their backs toward you.

“Yo, Mick,” Tommy said, grabbing his attention. “I got something for ya.”

And as Mick turned around you saw his face contort into a mixture of pure shock. He looked just the same as he did when you last saw him only this time, his eyes weren’t dull. They were filled with love. “Y/N?”

Squealing, you ran to your brother and grabbed him in a hug, accidentally knocking over some of the Scrabble pieces. “Happy birthday, big brother.”

The boys watched as Mick stood up and tightened his arms around you. They hadn’t seen a genuine smile from Mick the whole day. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I had a little help from drummer boy over here,” Grinning, you gave Tommy a high five before turning back to your brother. “I know how much you hate your birthday, but you also know how much I love surprising you. The rest of the night is ours, so I’m taking you out to dinner, and the boys are welcome to come.”

“Uh, thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we haven’t seen Mick smile all day.” Vince laughed, leaning his arm on Nikki’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to ruin your time with my presence,” Tommy joked, throwing an arm around Mick’s shoulder. “Hey Mick, how come you don’t smile at us like that?”

“Because I missed my sister,” Mick replied, “I’m always with you fuckers.”

Laughing, you grabbed Mick’s hand and retrieved the small present you made for him from your duffel. “I’ll bring my bag to my room after dinner. Come on, I missed you.”

~~~

It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was cute and affordable and you knew Mick didn’t care where he had dinner as long as it was with you. The Chinese restaurant was loaded with various cuisines, so you and Mick spent the night ordering different dishes to try, laughing at jokes and telling stories to pass the time.

Growing up you and Mick had never been close because of the age gap between you. It was only when he had left to tour with Mötley Crüe that you realized you had taken for granted the time you spent with him growing up, even if it was brief.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Mick said, handing you a fortune cookie. You accepted the cookie, breaking some of the pieces. “This was really nice of you, Y/N.”

“I wanted to do it,” Chewing the cookie, you fiddled with the fortune in your hand. “I haven’t seen you, either. I’m going through big brother withdraw.”

“The tour is halfway over, kiddo,” Mick answered, laying his hand on yours. “I promise when I get back we’re going to spend some time together. I’ll teach you how to play guitar and you can show me the art work you’ve been painting. Mom said one of your pieces was in the art show at school?”

You filled Mick in on the art show at school, and his eyes lit up when you admitted your piece had won second prize. He in turn told you stories of Tommy’s drunk shenanigans and how Vince got arrested for streaking down a road in New York City. You shared plenty of laughs together, hoping the end of the night wouldn’t come.

“I made this for you,” Placing the gift on the table, you pushed it toward Mick. “I hope you like it.”

Carefully, Mick unwrapped the present, eyes wide as he took in the canvas. It was a painting of you and Mick together from a few years ago, sitting on the floor of your mom’s house playing a card game. She had taken the picture and printed it out, but instead of giving Mick the real picture, you chose to do what you did best and paint the picture for him instead. Every detail was flawless.

“This is incredible,” Mick breathed, running a hand along the edge of the canvas. “You are so talented, Y/N. I love this. I can’t wait to see more of your work.”

You spent the rest of dinner catching up and reliving a few of your shared childhood memories, all the while you would catch Mick sneaking a peek at the present you made him. He’d smile and run a finger over the painting, cherishing the old memories he had with you, but always looking forward to the memories he’d have with you after the tour.

#motley crue #the dirt headcannons #the dirt headcanon #the dirt actors #the dirt head cannons #the dirt smut #the dirt concepts #the dirt movie #the dirt boys #the dirt imagines #the dirt #nikki sixx #douglas booth #vince neil #daniel webber #mick mars #iwan rheon #tommy lee #mgk

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borhapstyles · 5 years

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Hi! head cannon request!! beach day for ben hardy and reader with their three kids! (two older boys and a younger girl)!!!!

i got this request like a month ago im so sorry its late and i’m so sorry if this sucks too ahhhh i tried it’s currently raining outside so i don’t have much inspo but i hope this works, might edit it later on xx

also this is pretty long lol enjoy darlings

sometimes beach days with the family were planned

sometimes they were spontaneous trips out, when you guys wanted to escape the London smog

this was one of those days

it was a Friday morning, late September,

Ben was set to leave in a week to film a new project abroad

and with your two sons starting school again in a few days

the air around your house was solemn, to say the least

you guys had spent the summer together travelling, with your family having your first disneyland trip together amongst other activities

and everyone was rather sad for the change of pace again, to pick up normal life once again

you tried not to show your sadness with Ben leaving and Ben tried not to show his own reluctance to go

but your oldest son, who was 7, couldn’t mask his sadness and mixed them with pre-school jitters

“what’s wrong, darling?” you said as you approached him, a heavy frown on his face as he played with his toys

“i don’t want daddy to leave.”

you felt your heart break right there and you hoped Ben wasnt anywhere near to hear it cause you know he might just drop the whole film if he heard

“that’s his job though, baby. he needs to go out and do these things for us, so that we can live in this nice big house and so that I can take care of you and your siblings.”

“but I want him here, I don’t want him to go. I’ll never see him anymore.”

even if your 7 year old was a mama’s boy, him and his father had a special bond

which often involved Ben giving him ice cream when he knows he shouldn’t have more sugar and teaching him little things about sports and life in general amongst other things

“you’ll still see him, darling. every night if you want to, we’ll facetime him. and we can always go out and visit him on your school breaks, you love seeing him on set, don’t you? remember how much fun we had when we visited him in Paris?”

“...okay, mummy.”

but you knew he wasn’t fully happy with the idea yet

and neither were you, neither was anyone really

but this was Ben’s career and is also what made him happy, it’s what made you happy, and it was never going to be easy to begin with

a few minutes later though, you ran into Ben just standing in the hallway on his phone

“are you alright?” you poked at him and he looked up at you and sighed

you walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around you, kissed your temple and frowned

“i heard what (your son’s name) said earlier, about not wanting me to leave so i’ve been standing here since on my phone calendar trying to figure out all the weekends I can come home or when you guys can fly out.”

“Ben...”

“why’s it so hard to leave this time?” you felt him melt into you and you rubbed his back gently

“because you have us, and you love us. but,” you pulled back to look him in his eyes, “you’ve also loved acting since you were 15 and you’ve worked so hard to get to this point. this film’s going to be incredible and the most amazing people are on it, yourself included.”

Ben then blushed because he knew how many other famous actors auditioned for his role but it was his to claim, he earned it and deserved it the most

not that he believed that though

for as cocky as Ben could play

he could be quite insecure in his own abilities sometimes, which is when you stepped in with warm arms and reassured him of his talent

“everything’s complete here. you guys are my everything now and i dunno why i’m leaving you all sometimes.” he mumbled into your shoulder.

your hands went to the back of his head and you patted the soft hair gently

“this is part of it sometimes, we both know that so well. and it’s not everyday that you get to work with a director like Christopher Nolan, you’d regret it one day if you turned all this down.” you spoke softly

Ben sighed, knowing you were right

u always right tbh

but anyways

as you held Ben in your hallway, the TV in the background where your two sons played as your daughter slept peacefully in her bedroom

you noticed that it was raining outside

surprise surprise for london am i right

“here, i have an idea that i think will make all of us feel better” you said before pulling out your phone

“are your parents home this weekend?”

aaaaaand eventually the five of you found yourselves driving down to Bournemouth

all of you had little overnight bags packed for when you’d spend the night at Ben’s parents’ house

which they did not mind one bit and already had the guest room set up

“was wondering when you guys would visit, we never see our grandkids enough!” they guilted

but all this was just so that you guys could have your needed beach day

because surprisingly enough, the weather down in Bournemouth was so much more pleasant than the dreary London rain

and the five of you just needed to get out of the house

anyways

once you all finally made it out to the sand

your kids, who had been to the beach a plethora of times before,

still treated it like it was their first time out to the beach

Ben was particularly amused with your daughter who was still having trouble deciding if her two year old self liked sand

he would gently lower her into the soft sand, watch her toes curl and her face twist into one that says ‘i don’t know what this is but i kinda like it’

“darling, look at her face, look” Ben said before bursting into laughter because he’s just so fascinated by her

she’d definitely grow up to be a daddy’s girl, Ben spoiled her like mad

and of course she was wearing the little outfit he had picked out for her whilst you two were out shopping one day

and your sons, they just adored the water

you told them not to go too far out and watched them like a hawk

but loved seeing them splash around

and when they had their fun with the water they came out and were begging for their dad to play football with them

and Ben went around kicking the ball with them while you held your daughter and fake-narrated the game

your sons also insisted on building the greatest sand castle there was to ever exist, at least with the materials you guys had

“daddy, more water for the sand, please.” your oldest son would command whilst helping his little brother form another castle

your heart just melted watching all three of them have a go at it while you held your little girl

they were the perfect mix of you and Ben physically, but they had his determination and his confidence

and when they started fighting over who got to be king of the castle??

Ben stepped in, “alright, alright, that’s enough. if you two can’t share the role as king, then no one is going to be king.”

“but you can’t have just a queen”

“who says you can’t?” you said

“i-i mean, well, you’re the queen, mummy, and-”

“and,” Ben cut him off, seeing this as a valuable moment to teach his children about gender roles and expectations in the little ways that he could,

“mummy can be a queen just by herself, she’s capable of anything, as is your sister. they don’t ever need a king, but they can have one if they like. now what do you say,” he turned to you

“would you like to have a king?”

you laughed and said “sure, but i don’t want just one. i want these two handsome boys right here to be my kings.”

and that’s when your daughter started giggling

and Ben scooped her into his arms and tickled her

eventually when the sun was setting, the five of you would settle atop the beach blankets

eating random snacks that Ben had packed while you got the kids ready

and your husband of course made sure to pack the separate snacks that your daughter loved because she was kinda a picky eater and Ben would do anything for her

but really Ben would do anything for you guys

and while you two watched your kids playing, he leaned his head against your shoulder

“thank you for getting us out of the house” he mumbled, feeling absolutely content with the day you guys had “dunno what i’d do without you”

“mm, it was getting to be a bit much inside there anyways. i think we all needed this, one final goodbye to the summer, till next year.” you replied

Ben then kissed your shoulder and mumbled something a little too nsfw that probably shouldn’t have been said with your kids nearby lmao

and you playfully punched his shoulder and were like “Ben, the kids are here”

and he just chuckled and kissed your temple

“promise me you’ll always do this?”

“do what?” you laughed

“you know, save me, save us, from when things start to feel like shit”

“only if you do the same when i’m down.”

Ben nodded and shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

“i’ll always look after you, darling.”

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy headcanons #ben hardy fic #ben hardy one shot #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #joe mazzello #rami malek #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor

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wannawrite · 5 years

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not my type

who?: Wanna One’s Ong Seongwoo genre: 🌸 type: bullet point

blog navigator.

University! AU

you don’t date younger guys

but you just might ;)

thanks for requesting! this was quite difficult to write since I am a child still lol. Do note that Seongwoo is 20 in this work of fiction. ⁃ admin l

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

so,,,your love life

not that exciting

in fact, it is facing a drought at the moment

reality is harsh huh?

or maybe it is because of your high standards

1. No younger guys

2. Must be a nice person

3. Someone I could foresee marrying

but none of your blind dates left you impressed

and then there’s this kid from the music block called Ong Seongwoo

he’s just one of the guys trying to worm his way into your ‘possible boyfriend’ list

scarily enough, his tactics were working

we gon throw this waayyy back when y’all met

frat parties were never your thing

in fact, f*ck linda and this stupid party, I just want to go home and sleep

you love your roommate and all but you couldn’t help but curse her out

after all, she had dragged you to this party thrown by one of the music department frat guys

and left you stranded

in a hallway with at least 3 couples passionately making out

tonight was not your night at all

you hated the loud, shitty music and the smell of sweat and liquor

appalling

but linda was your ride here and there was a slim chance of hailing a cab right now

you had no choice but to suck it up and rough it out

Another issue

you needed to finish that essay on sustainable fashion before the 6am deadline

shit

gr8 job prof

all-nighter?

borrow a laptop from someone and do it now?

what the hell

which person would bring a laptop to a frat party?

unless you can break into one of their rooms and take one??1?1?11

you almost slap yourself at the idea

dumb worried bitch energy

sis is out of ideas and just wants to graduate be a little empathetic, folks

you want to sit down on the floor and sink into a puddle of goo

oh no

there’s no way you are going to maintain this 3.9 GPA lmaoo

you move to wrestle Linda away from one of the frat guys

but hollers and cheers stop you

a group of guys block your path as they welcome yet another friend

but get this! the newcomer has a laptop case in his hands!!

he appears to have just come from a lecture or meeting

bUT HE HAS A LAPTOP YAYAYAYAYA

now, all you had to do was to stalk him, suck up to him and steal borrow the device

sucking up to one of these frat boys was easy

their brains had been bruised with bud lights so they weren’t the brightest of the bunch

before you know it, he’s whisked away by his friends and dissolved into the crowd

crap

you really, genuinely, wholly, need this laptop

They would help a fellow college student in need, right?

left with no choice, you elbow your way through

I suppose your efforts pay off

bc you catch him as he’s headed upstairs

barely

“hey!” you yell over the noise. “I-I...”

the mystery guy only stares, quizzically

suddenly, you’ve lost all ability to form coherent sentences

this is embarrassing!

hE JUST LOOKING

sis gotta calm down

remember the real reason: laptop

“c-can i borrow your laptop real quick? I have a d-deadline tonight”

mystery boy says nothing

...

“What’s it in for me? If i lend you my laptop?”

he tries to remain serious but the corners of his mouth are tugging up

sneaky

desperation is pretty much flooding your body

you wld say f*ck it but you can’t

“I’ll owe you a favour!” you blurt out thoughtlessly.

*crickets chirping*

hope is slowly beginning to fade and your brain is coming up with extension excuses

just crumbs,,,anything

Orbits gg thru with the drought

when he goes

“okay”

JESUS THANK YOU

he beckons for you to follow him

oh?😏😉

“I know a better work environment than here.”

oh.

“What’s your name? I’m y/n, it’s my third year.”

“Woah, third year? my name’s ong seongwoo. I just got here.”

huh, freshman

seongwoo doesn’t say much after

he leads you to a common study area in the enormous fraternity house

you turn away as he sets up the laptop and everything bc privacy!!!

but the number of brain cells you have left won’t allow you to remember his login details anyway

“thanks,” you murmur bashfully

well, this is an expected and rather awkward situation

seongwoo plants himself in the chair a few seats away from yours

he pulls out study materials from his backpack

??? hello? sis, u shld be enjoying the party downstairs ???

you try to shift your fullest attention on your project

but!! his presence alone is so loud prominent, it’s giving you a hard time keeping your eyes off😔🤧

anyway u manage to suck it up and finish paper and submit it just in time!

a miracle

maybe he is your angel ;)

you turn to face him and,,,seongwoo has fallen asleep!! on his books!!

his hair is slightly tousled and his glasses rest askew on his face

papers flap in his face but he’s too gone to care

the poor child is tired

💓💖💕soft hours💕💖💓: open

gently, you tap his shoulder

“seongwoo? hey, um, your laptop,”

he only stirs the 2nd time you call him

Cute

groggily, he covers his face and speaks into his hands

he mumbles something about ‘dealing with it later’

you figure it would be best if you left him alone to nap

suddenly, seongwoo grabs your arm

at least, he reaches for it

“I need your number to claim that favour.”

my number ????

for half a second, your heart does pitter patters

he’s only being objective though...

and it was you who suggested it in the first place

sighing, you punch your number into his phone

“okay, but use it wisely and...try not to...call or text so much...”

that sounds rlly mean >:(

“yeah i’ll keep that in mind.”

there’s an underlying layer of...cheekiness? in seongwoo’s tone

your brain jumps to the first conclusion it can think of

“I don’t date younger guys, Seongwoo,”

rEGRET FILLS YOUR ENTIRE BEING IMMEDIATELY AFTER

now, Seongwoo looks up and beams broadly

“Bold of you to assume I’m interested,” he taunts playfully

red sinks into your face and you defend yourself in splutters

“I’m not interested in general! I’m prioritising my studies and everything else! It was just to make sure you know where we stand-“

futile, really

“relax,” he replies. “Just saying, I could change your mind.”

Cocky

but true lol

an amused scoff leave your lips and your arms go akimbo

“I’d like to see you try, freshman.”

*back to the present*

You: really, Seongwoo. I don’t see why you can’t drop by the printing station yourself

Seongwoo: you are seated RIGHT NEXT to it. Just fold the papers into aeroplanes and fly them over

You: a 15-page research paper ?? That clearly says ‘do not bend’

Seongwoo: ignore it. Throw it over

you never predicted this was where life would take you

here you were, sat in the library, the table by the printing room

and Seongwoo was seated a few tables away, texting you to collect his freshly printed document

just because

You: Oh my god shut up you’ll get points deducted if your paper is the least bit crumpled

You: i’ll just bring it over

so,,,you did

you brought seongwoo’s papers over to his table

he had been watching from afar, lips pulled into a dumb smile

“thank you, senior.”

boy had the audacity to say that in front of your salad

just to tease him, you reply:

“yeah, senior, just how I like my future boyfriend.”

with that remark, the smile slips off seongwoo’s face and his jaw clenches

but he tries to play it off all cool😎🤧

you shoot the sweetest smile you can muster before skipping back to your table

*beep beep*

I nearly put vibrate -

Seongwoo: that doesn’t count as using my favour card!

your head shakes, but your mouth smiles

it was no secret that seongwoo had a small! crush on you

even if it was, everyone knew

his whole frat and most of his seniors

your friends and roommates

the whole bloody campus

this relationship started out with seongwoo following you on ig

then occasionally dropping a text and wishing you well

he also hyped up all your pics

and said hi whenever you bumped into each other

it escalated to meeting up for brunch or a movie

just...as friends, casually

but you enjoyed his company and goofing around much more than some blind dates

now, texting him was a regular

going out was common

and you haven’t even counted the number of times you guys met at social events

sometimes, he made you feel so✨ special, precious, wanted by doing the smallest things

like a tea on your table

or going the extra mile to cheer you up

most of the time at the expense of his handsome face

he was always,,,there

you did find out about his feelings, though he never addressed them fully

it was fun!! to press his buttons as a friend

“yeah idk abt dating someone younger. Wbu?”

“Hmm. Senior year makes everyone 10x hotter.”

thOSE WERE JOKES

BANTER, PEOPLE, BANTER

but...you weren’t certain if that would turn into something more

you know, you hadn’t given dating someone younger a thought

it never crossed your mind

maybe it was a subconscious deal breaker

you were always quick to bring age into making deals

old broken deals could be made new

the concept was incredibly foreign

my boyfriend? younger?

Personally, you could never see that happen

b-but seongwoo made you sO DAMN HAPPY ALL THE TIME

there was sunshine in his smiles

and starlight in his eyes

ᵕ꒳ᵕ

uGh fEELINGS

but is this attraction?

Eventually, after many sleepless nights, up thinking about this, you made up your mind

If he made a move first,

bc ur scared

you would be hella open to dating him

f*ck that ‘older people only’ rule

(⁄˘⁄ ⁄ ω⁄ ⁄ ˘⁄)♡

[3.06am] seongwoo leaves a voicemail. He says, “hey, will you go on a date with me? I like you.”

[3.14am] seongwoo leaves another voicemail. “I’ll use my favour card if I have to. Just give me a chance.”

anD HOLY F*CK YOU DON’T knOW HOW TO ACT AFTER HEARING THOSE

RIGHT WHEN YOU WAKE UP

yOur heaRT IS FLUTTERING AND YOU CAN FEEL THE BLUSH COMING

UGH SWEETHEART YOU GOT IT BAD

so u jump on this bandwagon and call him asap

it goes straight to voicemail but you don’t leave one

hehe

you know,,,to build suspense

all day long, that’s all you can think about

SeoNGWOO LIKES ME?

[8.17am] seongwoo wakes up to a silent voicemail from you

he doesn’t know what to think of it

he dials your number with shaking hands and before you can utter a word, he rushes, “meet me at xxx cafe at 11am”

then hangs up

Tumblr: 101 cafe date outfit ideas

Seongwoo arrives early and orders a drink while waiting

he also picks out a window booth to sit at

his nerves could eat him alive if they teamed up

what would you say to him?

how badly did you react to his 3am confession

getting mildly intoxicated on Daniel’s stash was a horrible idea

he spilt all his secret uwus

the bell chimes

and all his attention is focused on you

your eyes land on him

a smile graces your face as you walk over

“I like you too.”

“Damn, you better not be messing with me right now,” seongwoo nervously chuckles. “I know I sent you th-“

“Oh my god! I like you!”

For a moment, his smart mouth runs dry, surprised

“Oh wow, what happened to your older guys only rule?”

You smack his chest in mock annoyance

“Rules are made to be broken! Let’s not talk about that.” You turn various shades of red

Grinning like the Chesire cat, Seongwoo teases, “And that’s the beauty of it.”

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