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Hii☺️So, we have RFA+Minor trio being single fathers after Mc's death, what about reversing it?So that Mc is a single mother after they died(

I waited really long to finally make a request and I am very excited right now, especially since it's you.I really love your writings and I read all of them for like a dozen of times and I can't get enough of them😍Thank you so much for your work and stay healthy 🙏🏻

Mc being a single mom after the RFA + Minor Trio died ( Trigger Warnings! )

Trigger Warnings, mention of death, parental death

RFA + Minor Trio as single fathers after Mc’s death (Parental death/ Trigger Warnings)

Did I mention that I like drama? Enjoy!

Jumin

You pressed your lips together as tears went down your cheek. The baby you just gave birth to was sleeping in Jaehee‘s arms as you sobbed into Zen‘s embrace.

,,It‘s as if he planned everything,“ you sobbed, making your red haired friend shake with his head.

,,When he found out you were pregnant, he made me do all this. He didn’t plan to die a month after the birth of your baby, really, he just feared that if something happened to him, his father would have acted the way he did,“ Seven explained.

The reason why you were currently staying over at Jaehee‘s place was that Jumin died a week ago. One day you let him go out of the front door, still smiling as he kissed your newborn, and not even half an hour later, you found yourself in the hospital.

Someone shot him.

And as if it wasn’t enough, your father in law tried to take away your baby, saying that he had to give his grandchild a better life.

But Jumin, even in heaven, saved you once again, saving a lot of money and having an external saving method thanks to Seven.

He even left behind a letter to his father filled with lies, explaining that the baby wasn’t his child.

Of course everything was a lie, but this lie made it possible for you to see your baby grow up.

,,I can’t even go to my husband’s-” your words died in tears.

,,He will always look over you, Mc, and we’ll help you. It will all be better soon…“ Zen patted your back. He too was mourning for his friend.

Zen

,,Mommy, do I really look like daddy?“ your youngest girl asked you as she brushed her long white hair.

You gulped as you looked over to your oldest daughter.

Her eyes were again filled with tears.

Zen died two years ago, leaving you behind with three wonderful children.

You had to give up your job as manager and instead began to work part time in a restaurant at night and other little jobs while the girls were at school.

,,Daddy… I don‘t even remember him,“ your middle child hissed as she entered the room.

,,I don’t even know him, that’s worse!“ your youngest began to sob.

She indeed looked like Zen. He would have been proud to see her beauty.

Well, he was proud of every daughter he had. He loved them with all his heart.

,,Trust me, I would rather not remember him than live with memories,“ your oldest daughter Mina hissed as she put down her lipstick and rushed out.

You sighed as you looked at your little family.

You were all sleeping in one single room. No one had their own space and instead they all argued with each other whenever they had the chance.

,,You’re always so negative, MINA!“ your middle child Hana hissed, followed by the youngest, Sera.

,,I HATE YOU GUYS! HE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!“ she screamed, making your heart stop.

Mina glared at her and fell on her feet as she began to scream a loud, high pitched scream.

,,SERA RYU!“ you screamed.

The house died down as only sniffles were heard.

,,Your father died when the three of you caught a virus. He was trying to go to the shop for some medicine, but that doesn’t mean that one of you is at fault, understand?“ you hissed.

You sat down and began to cry yourself as you called them over into your arms, ready to embrace your crying children.

,,No one is at fault. Please, please don’t fight, girls, your father would be devastated to see that,“ you begged.

,,Sera, you do look like dad,“ Mina sobbed and smiled, making your youngest smile brightly.

Yoosung

Your son finally fell asleep after a long crying session.

Nothing hurt you more than consoling your son who was in deep pain because he got bullied at school for not having a father.

Yoosung died six months ago, making you move into a tinier apartment which led to your son attending another school.

However, you regretted every single decision.

You pulled your phone out as you tried to dry your salty tears.

You entered a new chatroom as you asked for help.

,,What happened? Shall I come over?“ Jumin responded, being the first one online.

,,I can come quicker, I‘m omw,“ Zen shortly afterwards responded.

,,No no, I just…

Can you please bring Jinyoung to school tomorrow? He got bullied… I think if other children see him with you guys, they will respect him more,“ you wrote.

Of course Seven jumped in and wrote six lines about how happy he would be to play ⅓ of a father, making you actually choke on your tears.

,,Thank you,“ you typed and decided to bring your son to bed.

Indeed the three boys kept their promise, making him laugh like never before.

Jaehee

,,And that‘s how we met,“ you laughed as you told your son about the meeting between you and Jaehee.

He nodded as he looked at the picture over the table.

It portrayed you, him, and Jaehee on his first day of school.

Jaehee died a year ago from an illness.

It all went so quickly. One day she got diagnosed and a few months later the two of you prepared the funeral for her.

As if it was yesterday, you remembered picking up your son and driving him to the hospital to give Jaehee the chance to see him one last time.

And indeed, it was their last goodbyes.

Jaehee would never see him finishing school, university, or begin a job, fall in love, or try to cheer him up while being lovesick.

She would never see him get married or have his first child.

It hurt your heart to know that you were the only one left for him.

On the other side, Jaehee was happy that at least he had you. ,,How did your favorite TikTok go?“ she groaned.

,,Take him to the moon for me,“ she whispered.

,,Mom was a strong woman,“ you told your son as a tear left your eye.

,,You too, Mommy, you too.“

Saeyoung

You sighed as you turned off your alarm to get off the bed.

It was still dark outside, but you had to wake up with the last strength you had. You pulled yourself together and walked back to the kitchen where you prepared some breakfast for your child.

Like every morning, reality hit you as you silently sobbed while putting some rice into the bento box.

Your hands trembled as you looked up, just to gasp for air and keep going.

It was hard ever since Saeyoung died. Things weren’t going well for you.

You thanked God daily for the remaining person you had, that you had friends and family who supported you.

But you also begged God to make this bad life end. Even though it was selfish, you just wanted to see your family again.

Even if Jaehee often tried to make you understand how lucky you were, even at the times where Jumin promised to help you with the medical expenses, even at those times when Yoosung came over to cook dinner, and even at those times when Zen promised to go with your and your child to the park, you just wanted this to end.

You inhaled again and dried your tears as you made yourself a cup of coffee.

,,Good morning, baby,’’ you whispered as you turned on the lights of your son’s room.

,,Mo….m,’’ the boy groaned, probably in pain as you helped him get up to sit on his wheelchair.

,,Wet…’’ he gasped as you noticed that he wet his bed again.

,,It’s okay, baby, don’t worry,’’ you smiled, pushing the chair through the door, passing at the picture of Saeyoung, Saeran, and your two perfectly healthy children.

That day, Saeyoung didn’t just die in a car accident from speeding, he also took his brother and one of your children with him, leaving you with your second son disabled by the accident.

,,It’s okay,’’ you whispered.

Saeran

You looked up to the ceiling as you felt a warm, little hand on your chest.

Turning your head, you could see how relaxed the face of your daughter was as she slept safely and soundly, not worrying about anything or anyone.

You smiled as you saw how much she resembled Saeran, her father.

Your hand moved to stroke her head as you remembered the day you told him that you were pregnant, how he cared for you and his daughter in the pregnancy, how hard labor was, and how emotional it was when he once again decided to save his brother after seeing his own daughter.

,,He would be happy to see her,’’ he said after she was newly born and he was finally allowed to hold her in his embrace.

As if it was yesterday, you remembered how he taught her to walk, how he stood behind her while going to the park and how much he loved to feed her.

This all disappeared one day.

In the morning, he told you that he might have found Saeyoung and in the evening he came home, beaten up with a shotgun wound, collapsing in front of your porch.

It was your worst nightmare and you were honestly happy that this all happened at night, knowing that back then, your three year old daughter wouldn’t have seen anything.

Ever since then, life became harder.

You moved, fearing the Prime Minister or the agency Saeyoung was in would track you down and kill your daughter. The RFA kept helping you guys, but questions like, ,,Where is Dada’’ weren’t always easy to respond to.

,,Mommy,’’ she mumbled and opened her eyes, smiling brightly at you and rubbing her eyes to wake up.

,,Mhhh?’’ you asked her.

,,Daddy visited my dreams…’’ she giggled and fell asleep again, making you wander back to old memories too.

Jihyun

,,Mom, I don’t understand my homework,’’ Lucy said, whispering as she entered the room as quietly as possible.

You looked back to her and nodded as you looked back to the little bed your son was in before you walked away, your hand on Lucy’s hair as you smiled at her.

,,What topic?’’ you asked her.

You noticed that she was hesitating so it was probably art since it was related to her father.

,,Art?’’ you asked her to make it easier for her. She had a pretty hard time ever since Jihyun died, well, you too. You all had a pretty hard time.

Jumin wasn’t the same person anymore, or so Jaehee said. Yoosung seemed to regret a few things, and Saeran and Saeyoung were grieving, just like Zen.

Everyone was in pain after the painful death of that one special person.

,,Our teacher told us to draw a painful happy moment but… how am I supposed to make something happy if it’s supposed to be painful?’’ she asked you.

You nodded. ,,Well, describe something painful. What is painful?’’ you asked her.

,,Getting hurt is painful, falling is painful, getting hit is painful…’’

,,How about losing someone?’’ you asked her, making her think about it for a few seconds before she asked you if it wasn’t something sad instead of painful.

You nodded. ,,When I told you that daddy wouldn’t come home anymore back then when you were younger, do you remember how you felt?’’ you asked her.

,,Did your heart hurt? Did you feel scared and suffocated? Wasn’t it painful?’’ you asked her and even though you could see that she was tearing up, you knew that this was something the two of you had to talk about.

Indeed, Lucy closed up about her feelings ever since then, but this was also a good opportunity.

,,Now, think of a happy moment with your father. Isn’t it something painful but a happy moment as well?’’ you asked her and got up, knowing that she knew what to do.

A week later, you were invited to see your daughter receive a prize for the most beautiful portrait of Jihyun as an angel looking down at the world, a painful and happy moment for everyone who knew him.

Vanderwood

,,Mommy,’’ your son asked you, pulling at your shirt as you stood in front of the stove.

,,Mhhh?’’ you asked him without looking as you were cooking.

,,Why did Daddy leave us?’’ he asked you out of the blue, making you stop everything and look at him.

,,The fish is burning,’’ he suddenly said as he saw the flames, making you shriek and quickly take care of everything.

After everything was taken care of, you took him in your arms and showed him a few pictures of his father.

For now, you never showed him his father. You never dared to speak about Vanderwood, fearing that your son wouldn’t understand your words, but by now you learned that he was much stronger than you ever thought.

,,This is your father, Vanderwood. He didn’t leave because he wanted to, he was kind of forced to,’’ you told him, gulping down the bad feeling you had as your heart began to beat quickly.

,,And why is he gone?’’ he asked you, softly touching the picture of a cool looking brown haired man.

This was on the day you two went to eat after you craved a salad and ice cream.

,,He had an important job to do,’’ you explained. Of course you didn’t tell him that the agency tracked him down and killed him brutally while he tried to keep you, his heavily pregnant, hidden.

,,And what is he doing now?’’ he kept asking you as you remembered the day, as if it was yesterday, when he pushed you into the closet, begging you to close your ears and never come out until called you.

However, that call never came. Instead, Saeyoung pulled you out moments later. You didn’t remember how much time passed.

You just knew that he asked you to keep your eyes closed as he led the way out of the room.

,,He is now protecting you, me, uncle Saeyoung, uncle Saeran, uncle Jumin, uncle Zen, uncle Yoosung and aunt Jaehee,’’ you answered with a smile.

How much he would have loved to meet his son, you were sure.

He was your happiness after all, the last memento of Vanderwood.

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ecclais-fouoras · 3 years

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Bathroom talk

Wilhelmina venable x reader

Warning ⚠️Slight smut mention of body image issues

You always woke up after mina, since you literally took forever to fall asleep. You'd often wake up, her side of the bed empty, her far gone to work.

So this morning when you didn't find her next to you, you weren't alarmed. However, judging by the clock it was way to early for her to have been gone, so you paid attention to everything you could hear to try and spot her somewhere in the house.

You finally heard some wrestling and a soft whimper, you immediately got up and grabbed your nightdress and went to see how she was doing.

You opened the door and found her naked, staring at herself in the reflection.

"So you left our bed to come and admire this master piece, i get it. We could put up a mirror on the ceiling that way you can admire yourself without having to leave my side sweetie.

"I'd rather not do that."

"Besides next time wake me up, I'd love to stare at your naked form"

"Stop it."

"Stop what honey"

"Stop mocking me"

"I'm not"

"Yes you are. You always do that when you talk about my body"

"I do not mock your body. Why would you think that"

"Well. I am not here 'admiring myself'

Like some kind of narcissist would do."

"Then why are you here babe ?"

There was a short pause and she bend over to you to take her shirt. You offered your help, but she snapped at you.

"Here let m..."

"I AM NOT INCAPABLE Y/N"

"I know that"

"Well then stop treating me like so, and stop making fun of me" you went to reach for her.

"Mina...what are you talking about, this doesn't make any sense."

"Of course it doesn't, you don't think there is anything wrong with mocking me "

"Babe I never mocked you, what are you talking about ?"

"The mirror on the ceiling mm ? The I'm beautiful comments ? Masterpiece ? The fact that you'd like to admire my backed form. And these are Just today."

"I'm being honest"

"There it is again"

Your heart broke, she couldn't even believe that you found her genuinely beautiful. After years of being told she wasn't, that there was something wrong with her, that her back made her ugly, worthless, and broken, that she was handicapped, and it being defined as a bad word. She didn't believe anything you ever told her.

"I took it before today, covered it as just some funny jokes, but i can't go on being laughed out every day by the person supposed to love me y/n"

"Oh my god mina..."

"What ?"

"You never believed me"

"Huh ?"

"I've told you I found you pretty since the first time"

"Yes."

"And you never believed i did"

"No"

"Look at me"

"No"

"Mina, look at me"

You took her jaw and lifted it.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

"And you know i do"

"Yes"

"I like pasta"

"With lots of cream, yes"

"Regardless i do"

"Yes

"And you know i do"

"Mmm"

"I have a beauty mark on my left boob is that correct ?"

"Yes"

"And you know i do"

"Yes. What's the point dear ?"

"I like france, i miss my grandparents house by the see"

"Yes"

"And you know i do"

"Correct, but i don't see where you're going with this"

"I like your hair, i think the fire bings out the cooper reflect in them"

"Yes"

"And you know i do"

"...Yes"

"You know i love your hips, i can always grab them it makes me very horny"

She let out a cute chuckle

"Yes"

"And you know i do"

You started placing kisses everywhere, stoping at each place on her skin.

"You should also know that i think you are beautiful, your eyes are like the earth, steady and grounding, your lips are thin and purplish, they bring me peace. Your cheeks are like valley's where the river flows to the rithm of your tears. Your nose is like the one that belongs to those ancient greece goddesses feared and loved by all that's living. Your neck is like the fine wine that I'm always starving to taste. Your breasts are as the moon and sun, shining bright in the sky while we all think we could never get there.

Your stomach is soft like some red velvet that i would want to hold forever. Your back is like a path, it bounds you all together, and as different as it might be, it still brings you close to me. Your legs are like the two last piller standing in the jordanian desert, carrying you wherever you'd like. And your pussy, like sweet and calm dessert i long to taste. Every part of you is alive, it makes me amazed and greatfull, because you are with me, breathing, walking, carrying my love. I love you body. I'd sing for you in eternity.

You are beautiful mina, inside and out. All of you. Your back, nose, shoulders and thighs. You. Not only your features singulary, but you, as a whole."

She took every word you said, every kiss you laid on her skin. You were now on your knees in front of her. Where you'd last kissed her.

"You really think so ?"

"No, I know so"

"I don't know if I can believe you, part of me feels like I'll wake up and it was all a lie"

"Oh baby...it's not. This...this is very real"

"I love you" she said as you got back up to kiss her

"Me too Wilhelmina"

"You make my name sound so pretty"

"And you make living sound so too".

She was still naked next to the mirror

"Stop looking at yourself through those eyes, mina, they are to mean. To lying. To far away from the truth"

You went behind her and took of your clothes as well. Your hands found hers on her hips. And you pressed your chest against her back.

"Do you think I'm not beautiful ?"

"No why would I ever think so ?"

"Well.. I hate my stomach, my thighs, my chest...nose, arms, back, shoulders...and the list goes on. I've always been told I would never be likes by a man. Which ended up being true. I was always told I would get fat, Which ended up being true as well. I was always told I was ugly, is it true now ?"

"Noxt at all baby, and you know it. These people where just stupid."

"So despite what everyone used to say about me, I'm pretty ? Ans somebody will want me one day ?"

"Of course y/n ! You are not what they said you were"

"Okay. Then apply that logic to yourself mina"

"What"

"You are not what people said about you, you are not ugly, you are not incapable, you are very beautiful, sexy and a talented women."

"I...I'm..."

" Look into my eyes babe."

Her gaze met yours and all she found was love and adoration. They roamed around her body with so much fire and warmth. Her shoulders, chest, stomach was becoming just what you saw they were. Pretty and sweet. Her legs, pussy and hands too. And then you moved her so her side was exposed to the mirror and you took a step back to admire her back, your fingers drawing shapes in the movements of her skin, your eyes radiating loveliness, truth, welcoming and...want ?. You wanted her like you always did. You eyes never lied, she knew this. She could finally begin to see her through you.

"I'm beautiful"

"Yes you are"

"And you think I look pretty"

"Indeed i do"

She turned around and kissed your lips softly again. Her joy wheezing out of her mouth.

"YOU THINK I'M BEAUTIFUL ! ....I LOVE YOU" she yelled holding your head and you did the same

"YES I DO... AND I LOVE YOU TOO"

You two stayed like this for a while, holding each other saying fuck to the mirror.

You drew a bath and asked her to join, she entered and rested her back against your chest as you sat in the quietly in the hot water. Hands running over each other's skin. Loving yet urgent. Her body melting into yours. Your hand found her pussy and she moaned loudly bucking against it.

"I've always knew you'd believe me one day"

"Mm?"

"You are finally letting me touch you thinking you're beautiful and desirable, it's the sexiest thing ever"

She smiled and turned around in your arms. Her own hand finding you under the water. Fingers dancing on your clit, sharing heated kisses and soft breaths.

"I love you" she murmured on your lips as she came around your fingers.

You replied in the same way, your bodies rocking together like a both finding it's way home after the storm as brought it back together.

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson fanfiction #wilhelmina venable

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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The Lure Of Nightfall

Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: Boredom truly does hit differently when it’s late at night and you can’t sleep. So, in an effort to make your night interesting, you head over to your best friend and long-term crushes dorm, seeking to play games. But boy oh boy are you in for a surprise.

WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Very Spicy stuff. 18+!

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: It’s very late at night, I’m very tired, this fic is weird, thank you.

Just To Clarify:

Reader has a shapeshifting quirk

Reader is female

(f/c) means favorite color

Time is night

Can be any year you want it to be

Part 2

A gentle spring breeze blew in through your opened sliding glass door, (f/c) curtains dancing along with it to the soft beat of crickets chirping in the yard.

The moon was full, shrouding the Earth with her calming white glow.

The world looked so peaceful during this time of night.

No loud music blasting from Jirou’s room,

No gremlin noises echoing down the hall.

No nothing.

Just the wind, crickets, and the annoying, ever-present sound of you breathing.

It was nice.

Calming, even.

The lights were turned off, leaving the room beautifully exposed to the moon beams making their way in through the glass, curtains, and the open door itself.

Had it not been for the fact that it was only 11:00PM, and that it was indeed a Saturday, you would have been asleep long ago.

But no.

After a full week of exciting activities and horrendous studies, your body was too buzzed from the unusual surplus of sleep to actually feel tired.

You were so full of energy, and yet, now would be the perfect time to lay down and drift into dreamland, lulled by the sounds of nature.

What’s a teen to do other than to stare blankly at her glow-in-the-dark star covered ceiling, trying to force herself to feel tired?

There was absolutely nothing to do.

A mental checklist popped into your head for the third time that night:

Homework? Completed.

Shower? Taken.

Studying? Finished.

Perhaps you could study more?

No. The subjects you were currently learning in all of your classes were too boring to attempt to read at this time of night.

You wouldn't fall asleep to the pages droning on about something so infuriatingly bland, rather, you’d just be annoyed and end up slamming the hard-covered textbook closed.

With an exasperated sigh, you rolled onto your side, picking up your phone just to blindly scroll through the same three apps you always used to pass time.

How boring.

This was definitely a waste of time.

Oh!

A dorky smile crept onto your face smooshed into your pillow as a great idea popped into your head.

You could annoy your best friend, Izuku Midoriya!

Yes, he was always awake at this time studying!

His devotion was admirable, you sat up with a nod at this thought. If only you could follow in his footsteps.

Then again, he liked studying, and you didn’t.

He always seemed so energetic when you studied together, whilst you were trying not to construct another shitty paper airplane with the homework paper.

Maybe you could convince him to play a game? Watch a movie?

You’ve visited his dorm enough times to know he has a PS4 hidden away in his cabinets.

You jumped up, bed creaking beneath the sudden strain as you went about putting on some socks and a very, very thin slip on hoodie. It was almost like one of those slip-on things that were partially see-through that people would wear at the beach.

Even if you have been friends for years, poor Midoriya never could handle the sight of you in just a tank top.

The weather was never a good excuse, apparently, and it wasnt that bothersome to wear something over you.

It was much cooler than wearing a t-shirt, considering all the ones you owned were thicker than necessary due to them being from cheap stores and not places at the mall or something.

Who needs fancy clothes when those were comfy and fit just fine?

Plus, Seiyu, or ‘The Japanese Walmart’ as Americans liked to call it, was where you got Deku hooked on his horrible fashion sense and love for clothing that displayed it’s legitimate name on it.

You smiled as you finally slipped your white slippers on, he was such a dork.

The only problem left was sneaking out.

It was past curfew, and visiting the boys dorm at this hour would probably get you a one-way ticket to the principal's office if you tried sneaking down and up the stairs.

Times like these are when your quirk truly came in handy - Shapeshifting.

It took a toll on your body when you stayed in a form for more than an hour, but you didn’t plan on being something for more than a few minutes, honestly.

So, cracking your knuckles, you stepped out onto your balcony.

Ah, a distraction.

You couldn't help but lift your head and stare at the moon, not realizing just how vibrant it was tonight, outshining the vast majority of stars. Another breeze swept your hair away from your face, ticking your cheeks as it did so.

Sometimes you need to take a step back and appreciate the little things, right?

But you couldn’t waste much more time, you really, really wanted to beat Izuku at Mario Kart again.

He was so cute when he whines in defeat.

With a giggle, you jumped up onto the ledge, letting the burning hot sensation of your quirk getting ready to work flow through your veins. The bigger the animal you turned into, the more painful it was, but you didn’t need to be big. You needed to be small, a little magpie.

You jumped, a bolt of electricity flashing through your body as your bones crunched around your ears. And just like that, you were now a little black and blue bird fluttering in the sky above your balcony.

It used to be terrifying to try to change whilst jumping, but it didn’t take long for logic to replace fear. Truth or the matter was: it’s easier to change when you’re already in motion.

With a small chirp, you flew around the building, wings flapping every few seconds, suddenly in no real hurry and just enjoying the rush of wind against your feathers.

It didn’t take long to reach Midoriya’s balcony, his bright red curtains easy to spot from a mile away.

His curtains were open partially tonight, though. Good! Maybe you could scare him!

It was pure evil, trying to scare him, but he typically always caught onto your antics before you had a chance to enact them.

He was quite perceptive!

But maybe, just maybe, if you were lucky, you could.

Still, he didn’t typically have his curtains open. And his door was open too?

Maybe he was taking the chance to bask in the moonlight and breeze as well?

His light wasn’t on..

Oh boy.

You hoped he wasn't asleep.

You tweeted involuntarily in disappointment at the thought.

Without haste, you swooped down, wings fluttering momentarily as you perched yourself on his balcony’s railing.

Shaking your wings out and settling down on your bird feet, you anxiously peered through the window.

What you saw shocked you to your very core, and it was hard not to shriek at the sight and light sounds being carried out the window.

Izuku Midoriya, your best friend, long-time crush, sweetest and most innocent cinnamon roll you’ve ever known to exist, was currently masturbating on his bed.

His covers were seemingly half-hazardly kicked to the floor, body arched, completely nude, head thrown back into the pillow, and feet digging into his bed as he furiously pumped his cock, hips snapping up to try and match the pace set.

Oh my god.

“Ah~ Ha-ah! Hah.. Nnhghh..!”

Oh god, oh god!

Why was this so hot!

But no!

This was so, so wrong!

You can’t believe you were watching this!

Your feathers ruffled up in disgust for yourself, how could you stand here, watching this?!

This was a private moment, one solely for Midoriya, and not your peeping eyes!

And yet.

You couldn’t seem to turn your head or fly away.

No, you stood there, taking in the glorious sight and the oh-so sweet sounds he was making.

His jaw hung open, moans spilling from him with every thrust, eyes squeezed shut as he no doubt sunk into the world of his vivid imaginations.

Funnily enough, the moon’s light was shining down on his cock,

copious amounts of pre-cum glistening on his fingers.

He was so cute.. Even now.

A dark blush stained his cheeks and neck, almost completely hiding away his freckles but shining from the tears streaming down them.

Why was he crying?

Your tail twitched.

Was he.. That sensitive? So lost in pleasure that he didn’t realize he was crying?

You watched in amazement as he spread his toned legs shimmering with sweat wider, his left hand now coming down, teasingly tracing his abs just to feel them twitch, fingers gliding through his forest-green happy trail to cup and massage his balls.

His body jolted, more pre-cum oozing out of his angry-red tip,

“G-gahh! S-so g-oo-d! So goodsogoo-D! Ahh!” He babbled, a thin string of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth.

Your heart was hammering in your tiny chest, knowing how horrible of a human being you were being, how opposite of a hero you were acting, but yet it was hard to find the fucks you had left to give in this predicament.

It wasn’t everyday you get to see such a beautiful sight.

He was so fucking handsome.

His body was practically glowing thanks to the natural light and sweat, and by god he was ripped!

You already knew that before, but seeing his muscles twitch under his skin as he brought himself wave after wave pleasure was a lot different than him swimming laps at the pool.

His unruly green locks were plastered to his sweaty forehead, giving you the best view of his face twisting in pure ecstasy.

You wondered what he was imagining with each moan, wondering who he was thinking of with every thrust.

It was Ochaco, surely, or perhaps Tsu or Momo? Mina, even. They were all such good choiced, even if the thought of him imagining your now sudden rivals made bile creep up your throat.

Maybe..

Just maybe it was you..

The idea sent tingles down your spine.

In truth, he was thinking about you.

This whole thing started unknowingly because of you.

You had worn thigh highs today instead of your usual knee high socks, and all day Midoriya's eyes were glued to your perfect thighs.

He was in heaven with every step you took, eyes hazily staring at how some of your thigh spilled over the edge.

He wanted to touch them so bad, feel the soft skin in his palms, massage them, kiss them, hold them open as he sunk his throbbing member into your dripping heat.

He wanted you so bad.

It was a challenge to last this long, waiting till Aoyama and Mineta were fast asleep before he could indulge in his fantasies.

He was no stranger to fantasies about you, often having them a few times a month for nearly two years now.

You were just so perfect and beautiful..

His hand glided up and down his cock faster, the other one leaving his full balls just to go and play with his hard nipples and ground himself a bit.

He was so lost, his usually very observant self didnt even hear the flapping of wings or feel the birds’ stare on him as he worked himself to his imagination.

In his head, you were beneath him, moaning like a slut as he fucked you relentlessly.

Those glorious thighs tightly hugged his hips, desperate to not let him pull away so far from you.

Your breasts bounce with each slam on his hips, nipples red and glistening with saliva as he was previously sucking on them just to hear you squeal from the unfamiliar feeling of teeth and a tongue on your buds.

Your combined moans and the sound of skin slapping against wet flesh made him dizzy with desire.

Your neck was covered in his marks, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the sight. You were his and those marks proved it. They’d be hard to cover up, the entire class would know you’re his and his alone.

He stared down at your sinful face, tongue flopping out of your mouth, eyes opened and pupils blown wide as you tried to maintain intimate eye contact.

“(Y-Y/N)!” He moaned, body twisting on his sheets.

He was so close, he could feel it.

The familiar burning sensation of a hot coil twisting around in his stomach, the tensing of his thighs.

He ripped his hand from his nipple just so he could rub his palm in circles over his overly-sensitive head, middle finger occasionally dipping down to rub over his oozing slit.

“Ahhh~! Fuck! F-Fuck! O-oh God! I’m s-so! Ghhnn! Ngnaaahh! I’m so close!!” he cried out.

In his head, you were already pushed to the edge, walls strangling his dick as you screamed his name, orgasm wracking your trembling body, fingernails digging into his scratched up back.

His teary eyes snapped open having been ripped from his fantasy, irises rolling back in his head.

His body was on fire, his cock twitched in his hand before the coil finally burst.

“(Y/N)!! Ahhh! AHH! I- I lov! You! Ggggh-!”

He was cut off with a loud, guttural moan, white ropes of thick cum spurted from his tip. His body spasmed, hands now clutching the sheets for dear life as the last rope of cum ejaculated from him, coating his heaving tummy and chest in his own white seed.

Your eyes widened, body trembling as you watched it all go down.

He moaned your name!

He!

He thought about you, just as you did about him!

The sudden desire to stuff your hand between your human legs throbbed in the back of your head as you watched him try and catch his breath.

It was amazing how much he came.. For such a small dude, no less!

His body fell lax, thighs finally dropping down onto the mattress as he just sat there.

You were about to leave, truly, you were, until you made eye-contact with him.

With his post-orgasm clarity, he finally felt the eyes burning into his skin, making his anxious head snap in the direction of the window.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a bird, a very common one at that, perched on the railing.

Wait.

He left the window open!? Oh god!

His hands slapped on his cheeks in embarrassment.

He hoped no one heard him!!

He could be so unknowingly loud when in the heat of the moment…

Sniffing his embarrassment down, he reached over, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off with before throwing them in the trash and hopping up to go and rinse himself off in the bathroom.

He was amazed to see the bird still there when he came back out, watching his nude self walk across the room to his Allmight boxers he threw to the floor not long ago.

Why the hell were you still there, you ask? Well, honestly leaving slipped your mind.

But you couldnt tear your gaze away.. You were so intrusive… but he was so fucking hot.

It was definitely strange to see him walk out of the bathroom nude, and you thanked the gods when he put on boxers. Your body could not handle seeing his flaccid dick swing about, you’d probably die of even more embarrassment.

You hopped back in surprise when a finger suddenly appeared in your little face, behind that finger an innocently smiling Midoriya.

“Hello, little bird~” He cooed softly, voice unusually deep and scratchy from previously screaming his heart out.

Your body was already burning hot beneath all those feathers, but he certainly wasnt helping!

To see him so blissed out, so relaxed after such an intimate thing, it was too much!

You chirped, leaning forward to nuzzle his finger as a good-bye before hopping back to spread your wings, finally gaining the guts to fly the fuck away and back to your dorm.

He stared in wonder as the bird turned the corner, not giving it’s unusual behavior much thought before going to collapse on his bed for a much needed sleep.

Electricity buzzed through your body again as you flew into your dorm, sloppily transforming back and landing on your ass.

You heaved, shakily propping yourself up on your hands and knees as your body burned in desire, throbbing in places previously nonexistent in your bird form.

Not making the same mistake as dearest Izuku, you shut and locked your sliding glass door, pulling the curtains closed as you flopped onto your bed, hand immediately burying itself between your thighs.

It was wrong before, and it was even more wrong now, but at the moment, you didn’t care.

You just wanted to sink into the fantasy similar to his own as you lost yourself in pleasure.

You’d deal with the repercussions at a later date, especially since it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it was obviously you on that balcony.

#izuku midoriya x reader #deku xreader #izuku x reader #x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #n/sfw #my hero academia #midoriya x reader #deku x reader

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red-riot-rat · 4 years

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𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

REQUEST: Could we get relationship headcanons for Mina, Momo and Uraraka?

HEY HEY BABES YOU CAN INDEED

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕠, 𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕠 𝕐𝕒𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕫𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕌𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕒 𝕆𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕠 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

genre: fluff

warnings: none

AN: I will start to change my theme so... yeah also working on my 100 follower event!

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Mina Ashido •°*”˜.•°*”˜

THIS WOMAN FUCK

She will totally be 100% into PDA

You're always holding hands or she has an arm around you or a hand on you

Everytime you guys part she’ll send you a kiss or hug you before

People know you guys are dating, via the bakusquad

Mina can be possessive, but more in a way of she wants people to know youre hers and shes yours which is why she’s so into PDA

She loves to hang out with you, and loves when you hang out with the bakusquad too

Help this girl with her homework

Reward her everytime she gets something right

Or bring snacks, or a bento box

Anything you make or give to her she’ll cherish

Wont train with you unless you beg her too, she doesnt want to hurt you in anyway shape or form

And to be honest she would stop mid battle and compliment you on how hot you look

SLEEPOVERS

Sleepovers with the girls

Sleepovers with just you and her

Sleepovers withthe bakuquad

Sleepovers with everyone in the goddamn dorms

You and her plan at least 4 sleepovers every month

Her room is full of snacks for you, and drinks

Will ask you to do her hair all the time

You might not even know how to do hair, but oh well

both you and her are the life of the party

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Momo Yaoyorozu •°*”˜.•°*”˜

an: this woman could step on me and i would thank her....

shes not big on PDA in the public..... does that make sense

she’ll wrap pinkies with you, but other than that..

unless shes very excited, she really wont do anything

but in private

expect to be bombarded with love and affection

she’ll compliment you througout the day, she’ll blush so hard you think she might explode

but she’ll compliment you

like mina, she wont train with you, but will watch you very intensely.

After she’ll make sure youre safe and uninjured and just gush over how good you were

she’ll have sleepovers on the weekends with you, but theyre mostly in your room

she doesnt want you to be intimidated by the fucking MASS AMOUNT OF MONEY SHE HAS OR HOW ELEGANT HER ROOM IS

BUT will totally be open to having sleepovers in her room if you beg her hard enough

always having study sessions in her room though no matter what

her bed looks super comfy so you’ll plop down and just zoom through homework with her

˜”*°•.˜”*°• ᴏᴄʜᴀᴄᴏ ᴜʀᴀʀᴀᴋᴀ •°*”˜.•°*”˜

THIS FUCKING BABES

will always be blushing around you

no matter how long you’ve dated she will be a red mess

will have a whole album of photos of you an her together

plan the cutest dates

to train with her, she wont take anything but all you’ve got.

she wants you to test her limits, and if you assure her its okay

she’ll push you to yours

after training sessions, the dekusquad will always come and bring you guys to recovery girl, its basically a date

she’ll bring you your favorite drink all the time, she’ll make it in the dorms or at home

Will hug you and hold hands (to the best of her abilities) with you in public

very into PDA but she cant do much before floating to the ceiling

most of your dates end with you guys floating around the room

will 100% tutor you

and send you notes in class

you guys can send wholesome memes back in fourth just because

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abeautifuldayfortea · 3 years

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Visions of Aman

Summary: The death of Aragorn, the final parting of friends, the reunion of Legolas and Gimli and the passing of the Sindar colony of Ithilien into the west. Written from Legolas’ perspective.

A/N: I chose this particular period in time because I wanted to explore more in depth the reasons why Legolas decided to leave Middle Earth as soon as he learns of Aragorn’s death as it is only fleetingly mentioned in the appendices. This took way too long and I am still far from satisfied with it. I spent two nights trying to decide what the tombs and the burial arrangements would be like (whether the bodies would be set in enclosed tombs or not (and then gave up after going nowhere)). Still, I hope you will enjoy reading it :), I am also very thankful to those readers who were kind enough to leave likes or comments or reblogs on my last fic and to those who didn’t as well, you all make my day, I love reading your comments and reblog tags!

Words: 1379

‘Look!’ he cried. ‘Gulls! They are flying far inland. A wonder they are to me and a trouble to my heart. Never in all my life had I met them, until we came to Pelargir, and there I heard them crying in the air as we rode to the battle of the ships. Then I stood still, forgetting war in Middle-earth; for their wailing voices spoke to me of the Sea. The Sea! Alas! I have not yet beheld it. But deep in the hearts of all my kindred lies the sea-longing, which it is perilous to stir. Alas! for the gulls. No peace shall I have again under beech or under elm.’

‘Say not so!’ said Gimli. ‘There are countless things still to see in Middle-earth, and great works to do. But if all the fair folk take to the Havens, it will be a duller world for those who are doomed to stay.’

‘Dull and dreary indeed!’ said Merry: ‘You must not go to the Havens, Legolas. There will always be some folk, big or little, and even a few wise dwarves like Gimli, who need you. At least I hope so. Though I feel somehow that the worst of this war is still to come. How I wish it was all over, and well over!’

~ Chapter 9 Book 5, Lord of the Rings

There were now no folk, big or little that needed him now. The vision had come to him unbidden as he lay dreaming, wide eyed, gazing up into the many stars of Varda and walked among the strange paths in a place between the gaps of the waking world known only to elves.

Painted within his mind, he saw unbeknownst to him the Hallows of Minas Tirith and within its watchful darkness, three figures arranged abreast upon a great slab of marble each in a peaceful slumber, hands folded atop their chests and garbed in pale raiment. Upon the left he discerned the form of Merry and upon the right lay Pippin, their hair white and their faces lined with the wrinkles of laughter lines and between them, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. At his feet lay folded the standard of Elendil, its seven stars set with gems catching the thin light that filtered in through the barred panels of the mausoleum and flickering with a pale faintness like the slow extinguishing of lamps in the pale dawn.

Legolas reached out with his mind, but he could not find the fëa of the three that lay before him and as his fingers reached out to wake them, he felt no warmth, no gentle stirring of the breath. There was no doubt now, the king had passed out of the world, shepherded to the Halls of Mandos and beyond into an afterlife where he would never follow.

He felt the consuming emptiness of sorrow stir within him like the stoking of an icy fire, leaving him cold and shaking again at the loss of not one but three of his dearest friends. As he turned over onto his side, emerging from his rest he dreamt no more of the fair mallorn trees of Lothlórien in golden autumn nor of the last strongholds of Fangorn in eternal spring or the brilliant halls of Thranduil in their glory before they were diminished. A shadow had fallen on his heart and from afar, the white city itself was shrouded in a suffocating grey mist.

And looking to the west towards the White City of Gondor from his bower in Ithilien he began to sing, weaving the tapestry of stories and the great deeds of his friends in a song that leapt, soaring like the great Eagles in its most glorious retellings and fell tinkling into the deep wells of lamentation. The last of his kin who heard his song quietly removed themselves from their dwellings and were themselves so moved and enamoured that they were said to be brought perforce to mourn for them, although they did not know them. To the ears of Men also the lament came, Aragorn’s people who understood not the winding language of the Sindar but upon listening grovelled and wept, for it awakened the truth within them and none were surprised when they received the black news of his passing the following day.

At the last note, Legolas faltered and verily, he knew the time had come for him to heed at last the haunting cry of the gulls and cross the great western sea.

For three years, he gathered his kindred and together they crafted a mighty ship by the shores of Ithilien, crested by a swan’s head set with silver at the bow. The men of Ithilien looked ever on in awe for they had never seen any ship fairer and the make of it, from its rope and canvas – light and iridescent - to the delicately carved oars in the shape of freshly fallen leaves, were of elvish design and its graceful curves and finish were beyond the work of any man.

As the time grew near to its completion, Legolas sought Gimli at the Glittering Caves, and bade him come with him over the sea and into the west for he could not bear for his closest friend and final living reminder of his time on Middle Earth to be left behind. Just as the Caves themselves had been slowly carved by the dwarrow to reveal its hidden beauty, time had tempered Gimli and although the furnace within his eyes still burned with the ferocity of determination, he looked to be in the winter of his days. His hair was more white than brown and was no longer as spry as he had been in his youthful days sprinting across the fields of Rohan. It was not so difficult to glean a smile from him now for though he had once been grim, the days of the War had been left behind and his people flourished in the new colony under his guidance. All was well and the world seemed all the brighter with Legolas by his side. That night a great feast was set and Legolas was given a place beside Gimli at the high table and much honoured by his hosts.

He laughed and joked that Legolas had found himself more drawn to the underground than any elf there had been before him, his merriment bounding off the stars of the Earth embedded in the vaulted ceiling glimmering and iridescent. Looking high above his head to admire the work of Gimli he was reminded of the seven stars of Elendil, flickering at the feet of Aragorn and he shivered, his quip evaporating on his tongue. The cavern seemed all at once too large and despite the blazing torches, he felt cold and small.

“Gimli, my course is set for the shores of Aman. I walked in my dreams with the music of the waters cradling me, I felt the gentle rocking of a ship beneath my feet and a chorus of voices in the sea winds calling me. Will you sail with me? For there is more that I wish for you and I to see together, fairer than all the gems and treasures of the earth and deeper than the wisdom and thriving loveliness of any wood, so it is told. In such waking sleep the Lady of the Galadhrim came to me and she obtained grace for you to be received in the Blessed Realm even before I knew my own thought.”

Gimli was silent. His dark eyes hardened and he thought long for it was a hard choice to make. He loved the plunging valleys and cutting peaks of Aulë and in his dreams he gazed into the calm waters of the Mirrormere and wandered far underground discovering new places and minerals beyond comprehension, each more delightful than the last as he delved deeper into the very bones of the earth. No greed hid within his heart for he wished only to see the beautiful and learn from the fair. Yet he knew he was ever waning and growing closer to death as the timeless years marched on and if he did not go now, then he would be withdrawn without a choice to Aman by Aulë himself. Either way, his time was drawing thin and he wanted more than ever his friend by his side to ease his passing.

And he agreed, if only to gaze upon the exquisiteness of Galadriel again, to see Valinor in all its glory and to find anew things that lay beyond his wildest imaginings in that far island. His mind was set. Legolas was himself content and relieved for the dwarrow were a stubborn people and he knew that Gimli beheld things in a much different light than he did.

Together, they crossed the rolling plains to Ithilien borne by swift feet of horses to see the grand ship finished and sea ready. And together again, they would sail down the River Anduin on the pale dawn on the third year of the passing of Aragorn, leaving behind them the land of their forefathers, Middle Earth that they were born and raised in.

It is said by the men who watched on that day that not one of the travellers heading toward the distant shores of Aman ever looked back, only onwards to where their final journey would take them...

And some who looked closely would have seen that among the host of elves on the ship stood an elderly dwarf beside his friend at the bow.

#argorn #elessar #legolas #lotr elves #gimli son of gloin #gimli #lotr #lotr fanfic #ithilien #valinor #aman #galadriel #lotr dwarves #dwarves #mirkwood elves #gondor #glittering caves #gigolas

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pink-imagines · 4 years

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spicy ramen

request: I have a request for bakugo! So everyone is at their dorms and they all come together to eat some spicy ramen. And everyone is enjoying their food until someone calls out bakugo for staring at s/o. He couldn't help but think stuff with how their lips are plump and red from the spiciness then after he comes into their room and he randomly becomes soft for s/o? Like 'what are u doing to me' kind of thing? Im so sorry if this doesn't make sense.😅 Tysm!

a/n: this is just so much fluff and i really enjoyed writing it :)

warnings: none?

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“Hey, guys! Guess what we got!”, Kaminari said as he bursts into the common room of the doors, followed by Kirishima shortly after. “What?”, the students in the room start to look up from whatever they were doing. “We got spicy ramen!”, Kirishima grinned, “I think there’s enough for everyone too!” Every one in the room hurried out of their seats and followed Kaminari and Kirishima to the kitchen. You looked over at Katsuki, who was still reading his book without a care. While you really wanted some spicy ramen, you didn’t want to leave your boyfriend alone. You were kind of sitting with your legs in his lap and he had you trapped under his arms, so you actually just couldn’t move. “Are you hungry?”, you asked him. “We just ate.”, he said without looking up from his book, “And you shouldn’t eat before going to bed.” “Then you can go to bed a bit later than usual. C’mon, a bit of spicy ramen never hurt anyone.”, you poked his upper arm, “I’d enjoy it way more if you were there.” Yes, you were trying to act extra cute to get him to go get food with you. It usually worked, especially if there weren’t other people around. “Fine, let’s go.”, he sighed.

There weren’t a lot of people, most of them had already gone to bed, so there was enough ramen for everyone to share. Bowls were passed around as the food was finally ready and everyone took however much they wanted. Had you eaten dinner before? Yes. Was this still a very good meal? Yes, absolutely. You were so into your food that you didn’t even realize that someone was staring at you. Even when people were talking to you, you answered with a short comment before getting back to eating. Spicy food was your favorite kind of food, though it did make your lips puff up a lot. Right now you didn’t mind because the spicy ramen was to delicious for you to care about anything else. “Whatcha staring at, Bakugo?”, Mina broke you out of your trance with her teasing tone. You looked up at Bakugo, whom was staring right at you very intently, only for him to quickly look away. His cheeks and the tips of his hears were tinted red. “Nothing.”, he huffed and turned back to his food. If you weren’t going completely mad, it seemed as if Katsuki was smiling. Maybe it was the steam from the food, but in case he was indeed smiling it made you very happy that he was enjoying himself. Everyone around the table giggled, making you look around to see what was so funny. “What?”, you asked, nervous that you had done something embarrassing. “It’s fine, Y/N, just forget about.”, Mina chuckled and motioned for you to eat your food.

One by one the people around the table went to their seperate dormrooms until you were left alone with Katsuki. “Of course they leave it to us to clean up.”, he sighed as he started doing the dishes. You walked up next to him to try to help, but when he turned to look at you he turned off the water. “Forget it, those extras can do their own dishes tomorrow.”, he started walking out of the kitchen, “Let’s go, I’ll walk you to your room.” Though you had questions you didn’t hesitate and followed Katsuki to the dorm rooms.

When you reached your room he opened the door for you and you took a few steps inside before turning around. Katsuki was leaning against the doorframe and had the softest look in his eyes that you had ever seen. If you squinted you could even see the hint of a smile on his lips. “What?”, you smiled. He looked up to the ceiling and let out a groan, his smile spread wider and he covered his face with one of his hands. You let out a giggle at the sight, which made him look back at you. In two swift steps he was right in front of you and you didn’t even have time to blink before he delicately grabbed your face. “What are you doing to me?”, he sighed quietly, “Did you plan this whole thing to make me look like some sort of love struck idiot? Hm?” “Katsuki, what are you talking about?”, you chuckled. “Are you really gonna make me say it..?”, he muttered as his face got increasingly more red. You looked at him with big innocent eyes, wondering what the hell he was talking about. “The noodles, you idiot...”, he grumbled, “... they made your lips all red and I- ugh...” “That��s why you were staring at me?”, you grinned, “I was distracting you?” “Oh, shut up.”, he let go of your face and stuffed his hands into his pockets, “I’ll get you back some time.” “But you already distract me all the time.”, you held back the bubbling laughter threatening to come up your throat by biting your lip, you didn’t even mean to tease him like that. “I swear to-... you drive me crazy. Stop looking at me like that.”, he huffed. You stood up on your toes and gingerly pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re cute, Katsuki.”, you smiled, “Goodnight.” “I was thinking I-” “No, you can’t stay here.”, you said with a smile, “You remember what happened last time, right?” “Fine... but I’m taking you out tomorrow, so get ready to go out at 11.”, he muttered. “I will.”, you nodded. “... goodnight, then.”, he said. “Goodnight.”, you repeated.

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vangoghmusings · 4 years

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crush | katsuki bakugou

a/n: as promised, this is the final part of crush!! thank you to everyone who liked and read this lil smau series!! new stuff will be coming soon though ;)

previously: part 10

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“And, done! Perfect!”

Momo handed you a mirror, showing the finished makeup look. You smiled at your reflection. It wasn’t heavy makeup, you looked like yourself but just with a little more glamour. You beamed up at your friend.

“Thank you Momo!” You gave her a quick hug before hurrying to change into your dress. The other girls were almost done as well. You had done your hair, and now that Momo had done your makeup, all you needed to do was change. You pulled the white silk dress out of the garment bag. When you saw it in the vintage boutique window, you knew it was destined to be yours.

You changed and slipped on the dress. Once Uraraka had zipped you up and tied the baby blue sash around your waist, you felt like an absolute princess. The way the silk silhouette hugged your body perfectly was stunning. Uraraka clasped her hands together and squealed.

“Oh Y/N! You look absolutely darling!!”

You giggled and hugged the brunette in gratitude. You grabbed your matching white heels and slipped them on, bandages on the back of your heels to prevent from cuts. You swore you would keep the heels on the entire night, no matter what pain the dancing caused.

You looked at your friends, all dressed and looking glamourous. You couldn’t help but smile. They truly were the best, being by your side through thick and thin. After taking a ton of photos together as well as of each other, you all linked arms and made your way to the gym.

You gaped at how the gym was completely transformed. Lights hung from the ceiling, bouncing off of the disco ball in hues of purple and blue. Tables full of desserts, catered of course by Lunch Rush. Present Mic was in the corner, DJing and spinning on the turntable with a massive grin on his face. It wasn’t often he got to share his other passion with his students. Students were still arriving, but many were already dancing.

With a strong tug, Tsu grabbed your arm and you were placed face to face with Mina. You blinked, the pink alien-like girl giving you a shy smile.

“Hey Y/N.”

You sighed and pulled her into a hug. You could never stay mad at her, especially since she was your best friend since practically the crib. You felt her exhale and hug back.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just didn’t know what to think.”

Mina shook her head.

“Don’t even worry about it. You trust me though right?”

You nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, of course.”

A mischievous grin spread across her face, causing your brows to furrow.

“Uh, Mina-”

In one swift movement, she took your hands and spun you around, your eyes widening at the person standing before you.

There stood the one and only Katsuki Bakogou. He was dressed in a black suit, tailored perfectly to his fit body. He wore a white shirt and chuck sneakers. He looked devilishly good, but one detail caught your eye. A boutonnière was pinned on his suit, an array of baby’s breath and blue forget-me-nots intertwined expertly with each other. Before you could speak, he extended his hand, holding a clear plastic box. Inside was a corsage that matched his boutonnière, the same shade as the baby blue hue of the sash on your dress.

“Katsuki,” You gasped, looking up from the flowers and to his pink face, clearly embarrassed from his romantic efforts.

“H-Hey, Y/N.”

The greeting was stuttered, the words filled with nervous energy. His mind was going blank. Seeing you in that dress, the purple lighting bouncing on your skin, he was mesmerized.

“Is this for me?” You asked, biting your lip, almost afraid to get your hopes up.

He blinked and looked at your hand pointing to the corsage. “Huh? Oh yeah.”

He opened the box and with surprisingly delicate fingers, slipped it over your hand and gently placed it on your wrist. The baby blue tones and white accents looked perfect against your skin. You smiled down at your hand and held it up, examining the bloomed flowers.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

You looked up at him, he was being genuine.

“You look beautiful too, Katsuki,” You giggled.

He turned away, his face reddening by the second. He would be mad at the comment, but he was too happy that you were calling him by his first name again to care.

“Y/N,” he paused as if needing to collect his breath, “will you dance with me?”

Your face heated up at his offer and nodded. He grunted slightly and took your hand leading you to the dance floor. His hands were hot and it became clear that he was indeed very nervous. He came to a stop and turned to you, setting his hands at your hips in a robotic movement, as if he had practiced this moment a million times. Which he had. Mina had engrained every little motion and step into the boy’s brain, and now the actions became muscle memory.

You set your arms on his shoulders, your hands clasping together behind his neck. You stepped forward, closing much of the space between you. His breath hitched slightly, but he tried to stay focused. He was looking down at your feet, making sure not to step on your toes and hurt you as the two of you swayed to the slow music. He was being so careful and soft, it was unlike him. You gently lifted his head up but placing to fingers under his chin and pushing up, your eyes locking. His pupils were blown wide with anxiety, but looking into your caring eyes calmed him down.

“Are you nervous?”

He didn’t know what to say. He had rehearsed his words so many times in his head, in the mirror, to Mina, and the moment was finally here...and he croaked. Instead of speaking, he simply stared at you, soaking all of your features in his gaze. Your nose, your eyelashes, your lips, they were all so perfect. He couldn’t help but fear he would taint all of it, all of you.

“Katsuki?” You asked again, provoking him to stop his dazing. He looked down again, but this time with a look of frustration. He huffed and looked back up at you, waiting for his reply.

“I don’t know how to say this, so bare with me.” He huffed once more and locked eyes with you. “I like you dumbass- er, Y/N. I like you. A-and in that time that you were angry with me and ignoring me, it sucked. It felt like hell not talking to you and you wouldn’t even look at me in class or sit next to me at lunch- it, it fucking sucked. S-so don’t do it again.”

He watched as your face broke into a massive smile.

“You like me?”

He rolled his eyes in frustration.

“Weren’t you listening dumbass? Why do you think I was so damn nervous-”

You cut him off, your lips muffling the end of his sentence. His eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him, and he happily kissed back. But he was more than happy, he was elated. Your feelings were mutual. He wasn’t sure he could handle one more day of you ignoring him and sending glares in his direction.

You giggled against his lips as he moved his hands onto your waist, pushing the small of your back to bring you closer to him. The vibrations of your laugh against his lips made his body buzz with joy. You were his and he’d be damned if anyone took you away.

They two of you pulled away, a grin on your face and an expression of relief on Bakugou’s. A sudden flash caught your attention, and you both turned to see Mina snapping a photo, surrounded by your classmates who were hooting and hollering in congratulations. You blushed bashfully as Bakugou growled and stepped towards your peers.

“Why, you little-”

The sound of a record scratch broke the scene, Present Mic starting a new mix.

“I love this song!” Jiro squealed, grabbing Momo’s hand and pulling her into the dance pit. The other girls followed behind, and soon the boys did as well, but not without giving Bakugou pats on the back and a few whistles. He grunted at their actions, a tint of embarrassment shown in his pink cheeks.

You giggled and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, bringing his attention back to you.

“I like you too, Katsuki.”

He rolled his eyes at your cheesiness and took your hand in his, dragging you to the pit where the rest of your friends were.

“Shut up dumbass, let’s go dance.”

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once you realize - chapter seven

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x his girlfriend Mina

Tags: best friend! Jungkook, idol verse, friends to lovers!

Genre: fluff, mutual pining, they’re really horny in this one! (like really... also kinda hands on if it’s not your thing)

Words: 7k

Warnings: language! flirting! nudity! teasing! mention of boner! sexy shower scene!

Parts: chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven

Summary: What a surprise it was to see you, indeed.

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A/N: Right guys - this is it. I cried when it was over but it just is what it is. Thank you so much for reading all my chapters and supporting my fic! There will be a new Namjoon one coming your way soon!

Please let me know if you want the last chapter to continue with a smut drabble? I may upload it as a continuation. I’d love your feedback! Enjoy reading and may they be happy for ever 🥺✨

As you were knocking on the hotel room door you felt exhausted, nervously looking over your shoulder a couple of times to make sure none of the other doors in the hallway would open and give away your presence, but everything stayed quiet. As Jimin opened the door, looking at you, he quietly put his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh at your appearance. “Don’t even start.”, you mumbled annoyed, pushing your suitcase inside as your wet hair fell forward, letting a few droplets trickle down and fall onto the carpet of the hotel room.

“Why didn’t you take a cab?”, Jimin asked, helping you push the suitcase inside so he could close the door. Once you sat down onto the bed, Jimin immediately rushed to the bathroom to get a towel for you. “I did! It’s New York, they took forever and right when I got out, it started pouring. So I just walked.”

With a grumpy face, you wiped over your bare face, drying off your sweater and hair a bit. You felt the water soak right through all the layers of fabric you had on, causing you to feel a little cool with all the wet clothes you were wearing. Bending down to open up the suitcase, you let out a disappointed grunt as you found all your clothes completely wet and stuck together in the suitcase.

“Soaked?”, Jimin mumbled, feeling sorry for you as he sat down next to you to look at the damage the rain had caused. With a deep breath you sat up again to look at him and Jimin just smiled encouraging. “I’ll give you some clothes and you can go over and surprise that boy of yours. Take your time to calm down a little bit, ok? It’s all good, you got this.”, he smiled brightly and headed over to his suitcase to pull out a pair of socks, grey sweats and a simple black crewneck.

You had planned to surprise Jungkook in New York for a long time. Barely seeing each other after that ominous night in his room over two months ago had taken a toll on both of you. Not seeing each other after just starting to get close wasn’t great and colliding schedules had made it a nightmare. As soon as you had figured out that both of you would be off on the same weekend, the only issue had been that Jungkook was on the other side of the world during that time and after plotting with Jimin for a while, both of you had eventually managed to convince management for you to come over for a few days.

Sitting in a hotel room, soaked to your bones, looking less than cute, definitely dimmed your excited mood quite a bit. Although he tried his best to make you feel better you still felt like you didn’t want to ring Jungkook’s room looking like this, but you appreciated Jimin even more for trying. He had been very invested in making sure this would work and he had kept his mouth shut in front of the others. Surprisingly, management hasn’t told the boys about the ongoing fling with you and Jungkook, either. They respected that he wanted to do it on his own terms and you were thankful for that because the last thing you needed was the others of them bickering the two of you since they had been waiting for this to happen for a long time now. They could wait a little longer.

After drying you up, making you look presentable and blow-drying your hair, you looked and felt somewhat like yourself again. The only issue was, that you didn’t look like you just came all the way, just to see Jungkook. You wanted it to be this dramatic moment and now you looked like you were just going to take the trash out real quick. Pushing those thoughts aside, the excitement started creeping up.

“Right, I’ll head over. Thank youuu.”, you hugged Jimin in and he waved it off with a big smile on his face, standing in the door nosy as you exited his room. Turning around, you tried to shush him away but Jimin was going to peek no matter what you were going to do.

Sitting at his desk, Jungkook was just starting to get annoyed at the game he was playing. Today hadn’t been a good day, a couple of things hadn’t worked out the way he wanted them to and even as he had tried to sit down to get his mind off of things, he kept getting shot in the game. Clenching his jaw, he pushed his chair back, stroking over his face and leaned back, looking up to the ceiling of the hotel room. Something about the past weeks had been off and he knew what it was, but Jungkook didn’t really feel like admitting to the fact that he felt off because he couldn’t be around you.

He knew that all of this was contributed to missing you and although he really tried to focus, something about the fact that he had you so close that night, seemed to make the distance feel even more crushing. His heart was aching and he was starting to struggle because of it. Who would’ve thought that missing someone after knowing they liked you back was even worse than not having someone to love all? Getting a taste if it only for it to be taken away so soon.

The knock on the door forced Jungkook to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He didn’t feel like going to dinner with everyone so the only thing he could do was pretending he was already asleep. Not replying to the knock, he shut off his computer and turned around to stretch out on his bed, grabbing his phone.

It had been a while since you texted him back and with a nervous feeling, he read through the conversation again to make sure he hadn’t said anything wrong. Worried, he started pulling on his lower lip, trying to read between the lines of the text you had exchanged, just as he could hear another knock – louder this time. Now he wasn’t so sure if he was able to get out of it, so as he sat up and waited, someone knocked for the third time.

Getting up, he ruffled through his hair and pulled up his hood to look like he had been sleeping as he made his way to open. Looking through the peephole, he could only see a frame walking away and as he stared for a little longer, his heart dropped. Feeling wide awake all of a sudden, he took a step back to rip open the door, almost pulling it out of its hinges.

“Y/N?”, he whispered through the hallway, not sure if he was mistaken since he could only see the back of her head and something about the clothes seemed off but as she stopped once he called out her name, Jungkook could feel that he was right.

It was you.

Taking a deep breath, you let go of the door knob to Jimin’s hotel room and as you turned around, you saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, staring at you in disbelief. His hood over his hair that had grown even longer since you had seen him last, his expression absolutely overwhelmed, a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth. Seeing him so sudden after you thought he wouldn’t open the door, made you feel all overwhelmed with your emotions and without taking a second to think about the fact that someone could see, you started jogging towards him with a bright smile on your face.

Jungkook’s face started to light up as he saw you running over and with a grin from ear to ear, he spread his arms wide open, ready to embrace you once you’d arrive.

It wasn’t a hug but rather a crashing into each other as you wrapped your arms around him high and Jungkook pressed you so close against himself that he lifted you off your tip toes, leaving you to wrap your legs and arms around him tight.

Your full body koala hug, made you feel so small in his arms and the feeling of him holding you tight and strong in the middle of the hallway, was everything you needed in that moment. With the brightest smile on your lips, you buried your face on his neck to take in a deep breath. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, swinging from side to side as he closed his eyes to embrace the feeling. Something about his scent was the most comforting thing to you. He always smelled clean, fresh out of the shower and his clothes always smelled like fresh laundry mixed in with just Jungkook.

“Why do you smell like Jimin.”, he chuckled and you had to laugh, leaning back in the hug a bit to look at him as he walked you into his room while holding you, careful to not bump you against anything. Of course he would smell that immediately. “Jimin helped me surprise you and I got caught in the rain outside so he lend me some clothes.”, you mumbled, still way too focused on his face. “Well no offense babe, but you’re gonna have to put some of my clothes on then. I can’t hold you like this when you smell like hyung.”, he laughed and you couldn’t help but start laughing. “Got it.”

As you looked at him properly for the first time, you could see that Jungkook seemed more masculine since the last time you’d seen him. His face had changed and as you pushed his hood back to take a proper look at him, you smiled, biting your lip a little bit. “You got leaner, didn’t you?”, you asked quietly, noticing the soft pink hue on his cheeks as you mentioned it. Embarrassed Jungkook had to be one of your favorite versions of him. “I tried to work out more, yes.”, he mumbled subdued and you chuckled, sliding your legs off of him to stand in front of him in the middle of the room. “Well you look really good. Healthy.”, you added smiling and Jungkook scrunched up his nose a little bit, gifting you with his cute, little face you had missed so terribly.

“So do you... Hey jagi.”, he mumbled and the sudden shift in his voice made your spine feel all tingly. With a smile, you slid your arms around his waist slowly, hugging him in loosely. Jungkook didn’t even hesitate this time as he bent down to kiss you. His lips felt warm and soft and had a surprisingly familiar feeling to them. Trying hard to reach up further, you got on your tippy toes to bend deeper into the kiss, causing Jungkook to chuckle against your lips. Pulling you in on your waist, Jungkook deepened the kiss, leaving you with a little gasp for air as he turned his head, only to push a deeper into it again. Lifting your hands, sliding them over his neck into his hair, both of you stood in the room for a long while, busy embracing each other. Only as you broke the kiss to breathe again, Jungkook leaned his forehead on yours, a soft smirk on his lips. For some reason it was way harder than usual to stop kissing him today.

“I really missed you.”, he mumbled, stroking his thumb over you cheek and you nodded, kissing his thumb once.

“I know, I missed you terribly. I’m sorry I lied and acted like I was going for dinner with Mina when I was already on the plane.”, you chuckled and Jungkook only pecked your cheek once with a fake expression of pouted anger on his face.

“Yea, how dare you.” He chuckled and took a deep breath, walking over to the bed to sit down. “How come you’re here? How did you do it?”, he asked as you sat down next to him and starting from the very top, you explained the entire thing to him, making sure he knew that Jimin had kept his mouth shut and that everyone had worked together to pull it off.

“He didn’t say a word, I have no idea how he did it... usually he spills it immediately, at least to me.”, Jungkook chuckled and as he looked at your shirt again, he stood up to get you some clothes. Watching him walk over to his organized suitcase you watched him go through his clothes, choosing your new outfit carefully. He could be so soft and loving it made your heart melt sometimes.

“I need something that I can wear out. Because you and I got plans, boi.”, you smiled and Jungkook rose an eyebrow, looking at you with a surprised look on his face.

“We do?”, he put the sweats he had picked for you back into the bag and you smiled nodding.

“We do. I had a few things sorted out.”, you smiled and all of a sudden you felt shy, blushing at the fact that you had planned out the first date night for the two of you. It all felt right and exciting but telling him to his face felt awkward for some reason. Of course you were more than friends at this point, but still very much friends and the dating part was still fresh and made it a little awkward.

“Okay... Where are we going?”, he chuckled smiling and pulled out some jeans and a white shirt for you, looking at you with a questioning look. With a nod you smiled and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely ecstatic to wear his clothes. After grabbing them you slid off your sweats, still covered by the long shirt Jimin had given to you and sliding into his jeans, you smiled as they fit perfectly. “They’re too small now, I figured they could fit.”, Jungkook mumbled and you only smiled at him, knowing he had watched. Feeling a little friskier than usual, you wanted to undress in front of him rather than going to the bathroom. You loved his face when he tried not to look but he couldn’t help himself.

“It’s a surprise.”, you smiled and Jungkook grabbed a few clothes for himself, unable to keep his eyes off of you though. He had seen so many legs and short outfits in the industry but nothing could ever compare to seeing hints of your legs whenever he was able to. Just as he was about to say something and turn around to talk, he watched you take off your shirt, leaving you standing opposite him in nothing but a lace bralette that left little room for imagination.

With a dry mouth, Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you and as you looked up, he couldn’t even try and hide the needy look on his face. He felt guilty for staring so shamelessly but as he saw the smirk on your face he felt like someone had dunked him into hot coals. You definitely knew what you were doing to him and as you turned around, facing him with your back, you took off the bralette slowly. You only did it because the shirt was white and going without one was a safer bet than having your bra show, but taking the opportunity to let your hair fall over your shoulder, you took your time to put on the shirt.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, he knew that you were doing it on purpose but he frankly didn’t mind at all. The fact that you did it only for him to see, made him feel hot and cold at the same time and letting his eyes trace over the settle curves on your hips, the few little birthmarks on your skin...

His face started to feel hot and he could feel the excitement rising up inside of him. It felt so strong, that he had to take his eyes off in order to be able to contain himself. Turning to the side a bit, he closed his eyes, starting to say the lyrics to an entire song in his head to stay focused and busy as he took off his shirt to get changed.

As you turned around, folding Jimin’s clothes, you watched him take his shirt off and if you had thought Jungkook was toned beforehand, it was nothing compared to what he looked like now. His arms were veiny and defined, his back toned and muscular and you couldn’t help but wonder what running your hands over his skin would feel like. Tilting your head to the side you looked at him for a long moment, watching him as he put his shirt on, turning a little bit you could count the defined abs.

Looking down with red cheeks, you grabbed your phone to text a few people, saying everything had worked out and you were about to head out. Going on at this rate was dangerous and you tried your best to get back into safer territory, trying hard to look at his face as you talked to him.

“Right so we can walk to the first surprise.”, you mumbled, walking to the bathroom to fix your hair to look a little cuter and more confident but Jimin had done a good job fixing you up earlier. Jungkook walked in, standing behind you to look at you through the mirror, sliding his hands around your stomach.

“Are you at least going to give me a hint?”, he asked and feeling his chest against your back you could feel his heart race nervously against your skin, causing you to feel the nerves as well. This was the first time the two of you were together like this after officially trying to be with each other.

“Bucket hat Jungkook?”, you chuckled, wondering if he was going to get the hint but he looked up at into mirror confused, pouting while thinking hard.

A couple of minutes later both of you were ready to head out. Jungkook in all black, his bucket hat glued to his head per usual, you, wearing his black wool coat, looking like the female version of your boyfriend with his black snapback on your head.

“Ready?”, he asked as you held out your hand to take his phone and wallet to carry it in your purse for him like you usually did when the two of you were out and about.

“Ready.”, you smiled and followed him out the door. Walking out of the hotel both of you felt a little unsure about how to behave around each other, especially after the extreme tension only a couple of minutes ago.

“I really didn’t expect you to come over. I’m happy you did, jagi.” Jungkook’s hand hesitantly reached for yours and as he interlocked his warm fingers with your cool ones, you felt like floating for some reason. The past hour since you’ve been with him seemed so surreal and holding him like this made your chest feel like it was about to explode, unable to contain all those feelings he caused. The fact that he was your man now, not just anyone’s man, still seemed so far away for you.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I was worried you wanted to spend your time alone and relax.”, you chuckled and Jungkook stopped you mid walking, looking down at you.

“I’ll always want you around, babe. Always. Okay?”

The intensity of his words made you shiver a little bit and you only nodded, blushing because you had doubted his affection for you. But Jungkook made sure to reassure you every chance he got. He wanted you to know that this wasn’t just something he randomly had on his mind, like he just randomly thought trying it out with you would be a good idea. He wanted you to know that he’s been wanting this for a long time. That he’d been wanting you for a long time

You knew that everything you had planned out was going to hit the spot with Jungkook. His birthday had been close so you wanted to make sure the first date the two of you were going to be on was going to blow him away. You wanted to show your affection although it was very hard for you to talk about it so months ago you managed to look at artists that were going to be in New York around the same time, scoring tickets for the Post Malone concert.

Rapper Jungkook with his bucket hat was thriving throughout the entire show. You couldn’t have been more thankful to realize that you never lost your best friend after all. You only added to your relationship and as the both of you were freaking out, singing and dancing on the sidelines throughout the concert, all your fears seemed to be wiped away. Having drinks, partying to the songs you had jammed to in the car endless of times already made you feel like you were home and Jungkook seemed to feel the exact same way. The fact that he rapped along to all the good parts, having the time of his life, made you more than happy after all.

Jungkook felt nothing but thankful for all of this. No one had ever put that much effort in for him. The boys always made sure to make days special but Jungkook felt like you really knew him, taking him to the concert, showing him cool places in the city afterwards and as you topped it off, already half drunk in a burger joint, he knew that you were the one he could never let go.

“I swear to god we’re going to regret this tomorrow.”, he mumbled, shoving some fries in his mouth as you couldn’t help but reach the giggly point of being drunk, hating yourself for not being able to stop laughing. Jungkook watched you with a smile on his face, half worried you weren’t going to stop and as he saw how happy you were, he couldn’t help but join into your laughter.

“My stomach hurts so bad.”, you mumbled, leaning back in the booth, rubbing your full stomach. “Well aren’t you lucky there’s no bra cutting into your skin right now.”, Jungkook laughed and you raised your eyebrows. “Oh so you remembered that part, huh?”, you laughed and Jungkook wiped his fingers after finishing his and your burger on the table.

“You think I’ll forget important details?”, he laughed and had a sip of his beer. You leaned in on the table and couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Why did you start working out, kook?”, you asked provocative out of the blue and Jungkook cleared his throat, putting down his glass.

“Just.. ‘cause.”, he mumbled and started stacking the plates, putting them to the side so the waitress could take them.

“You sure you didn’t do it so you’d look good naked?”, you smirked, teasing him, leaning back again to take a sip of your cocktail and Jungkook’s face turned bright red all of a sudden. You weren’t sure why you loved teasing him so much but you weren’t willing to stop, definitely not how that you were tipsy. Jungkook leaned in on the table this time.

“What if I did it so you’d feel like pressing your legs together when you undress me?”, he mumbled so low and sexy, you opened your mouth in shock.

“Two can play that game, so be careful.”, he smirked, leaning back again and with the shocked expression still on your face you simply watched his satisfied smirk. Touching his leg with your crossed leg, you stroked over his inner calf once, making his eyes shoot up from his phone to meet yours.

“No need to be careful.”, you smirked and Jungkook took a quick glance around the place to make sure that no one saw the two of you getting touchy in the corner of the restaurant. “What?”, you mumbled, chin leaning on your hand, an innocent cute look on your face as you watched him, moving your leg slowly over his.

“When did we start being like this.”, he chuckled low, leaning on his elbows towards you, his eyes flickering over your face, stopping at your lips.

“Oh trust me, just because I haven’t mention it doesn’t mean I never thought about it.”, you laugh and only as you finished talking, you realized what you had just confessed to, turning your cheeks pink in embarrassment.

“Ohohooooo did you now?”, Jungkook laughed, reaching for your hand as you turned away embarrassed.

“Don’t bend away now, Y/N.”, he laughed, pulling your hand a bit so you had to look at him.

“Dish it. When was the first time you thought about getting nasty?” He wiggled his eyebrows but asked jokingly to loosen the mood, but Jungkook wanted to know. He was dying to know what made you think of him that way and made sure to watch your expression carefully as you talked about it. He could remember the first time he saw you in a different way because it really threw him off back then.

“Nooo.”, you mumbled with a quiet laugh, covering your face with one hand, your other hand holding Jungkook’s across the table.

“Jagi...”, he begged quietly and bent his head down to meet your lowered gaze. Taking a deep breath you played with his fingers on the table, blushing because you were sure it wasn’t going to be as early as his answer. It had taken you some time to realize your feelings and that made you feel almost embarrassed in front of him.

“First time I genuinely remember it was the Love Yourself tour finale in Seoul where we all attended.”, you mumbled subdued and Jungkook chuckled at you turning shy all of a sudden. He couldn’t help but fall even more for the way you talked about it a little embarrassed and bent in to kiss your hand soft.

“What about it though?”, he kept digging and you slapped his hand a little bit playful.

“Dude do you just want me to make you compliments?!”, you laughed and Jungkook joined in.

“Nooo? I just.. I don’t know. I really want to know.”, he chuckled with rosy cheeks and you chuckled again, leaning in.

“You guys did the Dope, Silver Spoon medley thing and you looked sooo good.”, you laughed, thinking about it again, biting your lip a bit. “And back then the other girls were there as well and I knew you had met up with one of them a couple of times and I realized how bothered I was by that.”, you chuckled embarrassed and not too proud of being jealous. Jungkook looked over with a smirk on his face and you slapped his arm again a little bit.

“I’m telling you this confidentially but I only went out with her in hopes to make you jealous.”, he laughed and you felt stupid for falling right into his trap.

“Well good for you Jeon Jungkook, you did it.”, you chuckled and after Jungkook looked around one more time, he came around the booth, scooting in next to you.

“I’m kinda glad I did, not gonna lie.”, he mumbled, his lips close to your ear as he pouted a soft kiss on your cheek, causing you to get goosebumps all over your body.

“Yea?”, you mumbled and turned your head towards him a little more.

Jungkook’s eyes were dark and sultry, staring right into your soul and as you felt your body getting all hot, you turned to face him more. “So is this where it’s gonna go, huh?”, you mumbled smirking and Jungkook rested his head on the back of the booth, looking over low through his lashes.

“I don’t care where it’s going to go as long as you’re with me. But if it were to go there, I wouldn’t mind either.”, he chuckled and sat up more as the waitress walked over, asking if you needed anything else.

“No thanks, just the check please.”, Jungkook smiled, opening your purse to get out his wallet.

“You’re sexy when you speak English.”, you chuckled and he had to laugh, looking over.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”, he smiled and bent over, kissing your cheek soft once, handing over his card as the waitress returned.

“Thanks for paying, babe.”, you mumbled, blushing because calling him babe still felt surreal.

“You’re very welcome, love.”, he replied in English, smirking at your expression and after Jungkook had paid for the both of you, he got up, taking your hand as the two of you made their way to the hotel.

Feeling happy and tipsy, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders and he couldn’t help but smile bright as you took his hand he had around your shoulder, kissing the tattoos a few times. The both of you took your time to walk back to the hotel and as you made your way up the elevator, arms tight around each other, ready to walk down the hallway, you almost had a heart attack as the elevator doors opened.

Not only did the sudden noise confuse you, what was worse was all the others standing in the hallway, yelling and seemingly having a hallway get together as the two of you stood in the elevator entangled.

“Oh great.”, Jungkook mumbled low as they started yelling, mocking you two and with an embarrassed expression on your face, you buried your face on Jungkook’s chest.

“GUYS! FINALLY!”, Jimin yelled while clapping hit hands and from the sound of it all, they seemed to be just as drunk as the two of you were. Exiting the elevator, Hobi started making kissy noises while Jungkook held your hand tight as the two of you walked over to everyone standing in the middle of the hallway in sweats and no shoes, playing beer pong on what seemed like two desks from the hotel rooms pushed together.

“Uuuuuh how was it?”, Namjoon teased, looking at the two of you, still holding hands, your faces and giggles probably giving away that the two of you were more drunk than sober.

“It was good she took me to the Post Malone concert.”, Jungkook bragged proud, knowing that almost all of them had tried to get tickets but didn’t make it since they found out too late.

“You didn’t.”, Namjoon said shocked and you could only chuckle at his shocked expression.

“Yea I did, was an early birthday present.”, you smiled and Jungkook pulled you in proudly, pulling your arm around himself so he could hug you in more.

The faces of some of the others staring at you confused since they had never seen Jungkook being that close and personal with anyone made you feel a little awkward but the alcohol seemed to help.

“Are you going to join us?”, Jin asked and Jungkook shrugged a little bit, putting on his super obvious ‘I’m about to lie’ face.

“I don’t know we’re both kind of tired we wanted to get inside.”, he mumbled and even you had to laugh from this obvious, awful lie.

“Booooo, if you wanna get her naked just say so.”, Jimin yelled and although you loved the guy, the way he was so blunt sometimes made you want to kill him.

“Pffff, no?”, Jungkook’s face turned red again and before he could get into the entire conversation you just pushed him towards his room, laughing, praying he wouldn’t try and save the situation by lying some more. Jungkook grabbed two beers off the table as he walked past and winked to the guys on his way.

“Night guuuuuys.”, you mumbled, putting your hand in Jungkook’s bum pocket to get the room key out and slid it into door quickly, getting inside before they could run after the two of you.

“God you’re one terrible liar.”, you laughed as you closed the door behind the two of you and looked at Jungkook, holding up the beer bottles.

“Maybe, but I’m an excellent thief.”, he laughed and handed you one after opening the bottle on the table in the room.

“Did you really not want to drink with them?”, you asked after taking a sip and put your purse on a chair, taking his coat off and hanging it up neatly.

“I don’t know, not really. What about you? If you want to we can totally go...”, he mumbled and pointed to the door and you chuckled, taking another sip as you watched him kick off his shoes.

“To be honest, I really want to take a shower I feel so, so gross after all the drama today.”, you laughed and Jungkook nodded, opening his beer bottle. He seemed a little torn all of a sudden and just nodded smiling. He turned on his music box then and put on some music, the way he usually did as soon as he got home.

With a sigh, you walked over and took the beer out of his hand, putting it on the nightstand next to yours and grabbed his hand to pull him up.

“There’s no way we’re not drinking with them and then just going to chill in here. So what’s it going to be? Hallway party?”, you mumbled as you pulled him up and Jungkook rose an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to show you what I meant with those abs?”, he said half joking but judging by your more than willing expression, Jungkook blushed a bit and almost got a little shy all of a sudden. There hadn’t been a lot of situations like this one in his life and certainly none that mattered as much as this one did.

“I’d love to see what you meant.”, you mumbled, walking backwards a few steps into the bathroom as you unbuttoned your jeans slowly. Jungkook swallowed hard as he watched you, his head spinning and thoughts running, and all of a sudden it felt like his brain was turning on autopilot. He ran his fingers through his hair to get a good view of you walking into the bathroom and turning on the massive shower. He licked his lips nervously as he watched you, leaning in the door frame as he watched the hot steam fill up the entire bathroom, watching you peel your jeans off painfully slow while watching him.

There was no way Jungkook was going to survive this and his breath started going faster as he watched you, taking in every movement. You stepped into the shower in his shirt and underwear that seemed to be matching the bralette you took off earlier and as he had trouble making out your silhouette in the fogged up shower, he saw both the wet shirt and panties hit the tiles outside the shower with a loud thud.

He took a deep breath. The thought of you naked in there alone made him feel way more excited than he was ready for in this state and clenching his jaw, he almost felt embarrassed for following up into the shower being clearly very aroused. Standing there for a while he debated on whether he was supposed to go in or not, wondering if it would be way too straight forward to follow up while being turned on the way he was at that moment and after his jeans started feeling a little too tight, he looked around worried, hoping for some sort of sign to calm his nerves.

There was no doubt he wanted to join you in the shower, he was simply scared he was being too straight forward right now. All of a sudden, you wiped over the steamed up glass and looked at him through the shower wall, the outlines of your silhouette clear to see this time.

“You coming?”, you mumbled and Jungkook had to swallow hard at the request, only able to nod as a reply.

He grabbed his shirt on the back of his neck and pulled it off with one swift motion, leaving you breathless in the shower, wiping the glass one more time to see him properly as he undressed. Biting your lip you watched him unbuckle his belt and turning around, you stepped back under the hot shower to not shamelessly stare him down as he got undressed.

Feeling the hot water run over your body, you turned your head up to face the stream coming down, taking a deep breath as you felt a soft hand slide around your waist. Holding your breath for a moment you enjoyed the touch before opening your eyes, looking at Jungkook’s dark eyes looking down at you, his hair pushed back and some strands falling wet into his face, causing you to take a shaky breath.

There hadn’t been many moments where Jungkook felt as nervous as he had right then and there. The closer he got the more of your body he was able to appreciate and as he stood there, right in front of you with his entire body on fire, it was hard to hold back. His hand around your waist, he was too hesitant to pull you close, too scared to give away how excited he felt.

As he watched you closely, Jungkook held his breath as you placed both of your hands on his shoulders, slowly stroking down over his chest and stomach, trailing your fingertips back up slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps and hot skin wherever your fingers had touched his skin.

“Did you really work out for me?”, you broke the silence, sliding your hand over his chest one more time before looking up at him. With a short nod, Jungkook’s eyes stayed fixated on yours and as you stepped in against him, he took a deep breath, feeling embarrassed for being so exposed all of a sudden. Reaching around you he turned the water a little cooler because he felt like burning up under your touch.

Bending in, you placed a few soft kisses on his neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of burning skin for him. Every kiss seemed to make his stomach tense up and with closed eyes and parted lips, Jungkook enjoyed your touch.

Opening his eyes wide as you trailed your fingertips over the side of his hips he swallowed hard, looking down at you. That was the first time he felt the courage to look past your face, letting his gaze slide down over your chest pressed against his, he could feel his dick twitch hard against your skin. Closing his eyes embarrassed he tried to calm down and only opened his eyes as you chuckled at this reaction.

Sliding your hand over his neck, you pulled him down into a kiss, deep and intimate. Kissing him with a longing you weren’t aware of before right now, you pushed your body against his more, burying your hands in his hair, tugging on it until he gasped into the kiss, almost forcing him to take action and not be so nervous. Jungkook clenched his jaw, sliding both his arms around your waist, scratching the skin on your back hesitantly before sliding his hand over the soft skin on your butt, squeezing it lightly as he pulled you in closer against his hips.

For a moment the thoughts started running wild in your head, thinking about how long it had taken to reach this point and realizing how far you’ve come in your relationship with each other. The thought of everything turning out as perfectly as it did, gave you a feeling of pride and pure happiness, rushing through your body right in this moment as he stood there with nothing separating the two of you.

All the obstacles you had to overcome in order to have each other close like this, finally sharing moments like this with each other, gave you goosebumps and as you grabbed his hair to pull him closer, you realized that there was no way the two of you would ever be just friends. You knew this was way more.

“I love you, noona.” Jungkook had broken the heated kiss to speak while he was pressing you against the glass wall of the shower. His forehead was leaning on yours, his nose brushing over yours so soft you felt like you were about to just melt to the floor under his touch. Turning slowly under his touch, your body just molding against his, you looked up at his face. Unable to say anything you nodded, stroking your thumb over his lower lip soft, pulling on it gently.

Sliding both arms around him, you kissed over his neck, up his jaw until you reached his lips, the kiss meaning way more than any of the other kisses ever could. “You too Jungkook. Really do.”, you mumbled softly against his lips and from the bright smile on his face you could tell that he must’ve heard it.

Pressing his lips against yours hungry again, Jungkook slid his hands down both of your arms, interlocking your fingers before pinning them against the wall above your head. Something was telling you this was going to be one of the best nights you ever had.

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redhawtriot · 4 years

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Wanna Win? (Kirishima x Reader ft. KiriBaku)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

If you have seen the movie Hitch, you will know where I got my inspo from lollll

HnM💕

Hey I have request on Kiri x f!reader prompt: 3&9 “I think I love him/her” “When I think of my future it always has you in it.”

“I-I think I love her. I don’t know how to tell her, man. I have been thinking about this for days, but every situation that I can think of where I tell her how I feel ends with her breaking up with me, or punching me in the balls, or something…”

Holy shit. Bakugou knew that Kirishima was a hair for brains loser, but he never expected him to be the type of loser that thought with his short hairs. Jesus, was he the only person in this entire fucking school that hadn’t let his hormones think for him? Pathetic, really.

“Do you think that maybe I am moving too fast?” Kirishima pitifully fell back onto Bakugou’s bed alongside him with a deep sigh, igniting a low growl of annoyance from the latter. Kiri payed no mind to the display of aggression as he stared longingly at the ceiling above him, “it just feels so right. I wonder if she feels the same. It’s just everything about her is so perfect. Her eyes, her hair, her smile—god, her entire body. How can a fucking neck be so hot? I mean…”

As Kirishima sat up and continued with his ramblings, Katsuki honestly didn’t know how many more eyerolls that he could withstand before the optic nerve that held his sight together tore off. Oh, well, at least he wouldn’t have to see his best friend—damn, it felt so lame to think that this groveling idiot was his best friend—could fall apart so easily over a damn girl.

You know what? It was almost like that stupid ‘Toostie Pop’ commercial. You know, that one with that bitch-ass nerd owl?

How many idiotic sentences does it take before Bakugou looses his shit?

One,

Two,

Three,

‘SMACK!’

The sound clapped against the walls of the dorm room as Bakugou swatted his friend on the back of his hard head, “I get you it, you idiot!” he screamed before settling back into a state of grump, “I don’t understand why you are telling me all of this shit! I sure as hell don’t have anything to do with your creepy ass pining! I am not Y/N!”

Suddenly Kirishima got a hopeful look in his eye that Bakugou did not appreciate, “That’s it!”

“No.”

Kirishima laughed proudly, “I have an idea!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes once more, slightly hoping that this would be the one to end the torture, “Well, I don’t wanna hear i—”

“You can pretend to be Y/N, so I can practice how I am gonna tell her that I love her!” Kirishima threw his hands up before settling them into a gratified crossed position—a smile plastered onto his expression as if he had just had the eureka moment to solves all of life’s issues.

Bakugou was almost at a loss for words— almost. This was Katsuki Bakugou after all, “Do you ever listen to yourself, dumbass? Like really listen?”

“Oh c’mon, Bakugou! Please!” the red head threw his hands up into a pleading position as he prayed that his friend would help him, “It’d mean the world to me. I just… I really like her. I don’t wanna mess things up. I need you to let me know if I am coming on too strong, or not strong enough. It has to be perfect for my baby girl.”

Bakugou felt a chill filled with disgust run down his spine at the corny-ass pet name, “Okay fine! But only because I don’t want your sorry ass loitering around in my room when you fuck up and get your heart broken,” he scowled.

“Yes!” Kirishima shouted as he held a victorious fist into the air, “You’re the best, man!” He suddenly fell into a bout of seriousness as his expression became determined, “Okay, picture this: I take her to the first place we kissed—the community room kitchen counter—and…”

Hold the fucking phone. Bakugou’s face shriveled into a level of disgust that he had not yet reached before.

Matter of a fact, hold all of the fucking phones. The kitchen counter? You mean the one that he uses every god damned day!?! He just ate his fucking rice at that counter!! For fucks sake.

The blond boy was hardly even listening at this point as the mental imagine of you pressed up on the counters in the downstairs kitchen buzzed around and infested his mind.

“…I am thinking I wake her up at like 3 am and set some candles down there. You know? To set the mood. And then--”

“JUST FUCK ALL THAT CORNY STUFF!” Bakugou screeched as he tried to shake the scarring sensual images out of his mind, “You storm up to her and knock her off her weak ass feet. That’s it. No kitchen, got it? Be straight up with her and don’t hold back.”

“That was… actually not terrible advice,” Kirishima gave him a small, appreciative smile.

Marginally offended, Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the red-head, “Shut up. So, what are you gonna say?”

Kirshima earnestly thought for a moment, leaving Bakugou to hold back a quip of “don’t hurt yourself” as silence engulfed the two boys. Finally, just as Bakugou was about to snap at him to hurry the hell up, Kirishima spoke up with a soft smile, “You’re a beautiful woman. You’ve made me feel like more of a man than ever. I love you,” as Kirishima finished, he tried to fight the genuine smile that spread across his expression as he searched for approval in his explosive buddy’s eyes.

He found nothing of the sort,

“LAME,” the blond buzzed and gave a thumbs down.

“What?!”

Bakugou didn’t even falter in his reasoning, “That was trash. Try again.”

Obviously a little frustrated, Kirishima searched his soul for a different choice of words. He began once more, this time a little less sure of himself, “I… think of you in everything that I do. When I am busy, when I am free-- every single thought leads me back to you. When I think of my future it always has you in it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Y/N.”

Once again, as Kirishima searched Bakugou’s crimson eyes he was met with a disapproving glare, “Look. If you’re not gonna take this seriously then stop fucking wasting my time,” Katsuki snapped.

“Bro, I felt good about that one!” Kirishima stood up from the bed and threw his hands in the air in frustration.

Bakugou followed him from the bed, “Do you want to win her over or not, idiot?!”

Of course Kiri did! But... He wasn’t sure if this was the way to go anymore, “W-well,”

“DO YOU WANNA WIN OR NOT, SHIT HAIR?” Bakugou barked as he shoved a rough finger into the other boys chest.

“I WANNA WIN!” Kirishima screeched with resolve, his manly aurora radiating from his being. Bakugou’s eyes were filled with fury as the two men hyped each other up,

“YEAH?”

“HELL YEAH!”

“ALRIGHT THEN!” Bakugou smirked at his handy work, “I AM Y/N FUCKING L/N! NOW, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH Y—”

“What was that noise?” Mina question from the couch beside you. Yao-Momo and Jirou also spoke up about the noise coming from upstairs, causing your heart to drop a little in mortification.

You could recognize that scream from a mile away. You sighed as your circle of friends one-by-one realized that it was indeed your boyfriend, Kirishima, making all of that noise upstairs.

Well, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt. He could honestly be doing one of his workout videos…

As soon as you heard Bakugou’s voice enter the mix, your heart dropped. Well, so much for that theory. Mina spoke up, “Maybe.. you should go check on them?”

You pitifully obliged and went to check on the two knuckleheads.

You could very easily hear the deranged screaming of the feral Bakugou from the other side of his door “…NOW GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND MAKE ME…”

You nonchalantly gave two quick knocks before twisting the doorknob and swinging the door open—fully prepared to beat some blonde and red-headed ass for making you come all the way up here.

“What are you two—” your words were caught in a gasp as you witnessed your boyfriend aggressively tackle Bakugou into a rough kiss. Your mouth instinctively opened to scream, but nothing came out but a high pitched and strained squeak.

Bakugou almost instantly blasted Kirishima in the face, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???” you had actually never heard Bakugou’s voice like this. It was almost as high pitched and frantic as yours as the smoke from his attack set the building fire alarms off. Water began pouring from spouts on the ceiling.

“K-kiri!” you exclaimed—the two boys finally recognizing your alarmed presence, “What the fuck!” you cried out in shame.

The boy’s red hair—now soaking wet—clung to his horrified expression as his face flushed into a deep red to match it, “Y-Y/N, You make me manly. Every thought, everyday leads me to my future w-with you in it… Marry me?”

“God dammit.” The sound of Bakugou slapping his forehead echoed throughout the room as water dispersed from his dripping figure.

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luciehercndale · 4 years

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Girl’s Night In

For @lucieblckthorn 💜

Characters: Emma Carstairs, Mina Carstairs, Kit Herondale Rating: T Type: AU. In this story Emma is Mina’s sister and Mina is only two years younger than Emma. Prompt: “Girl’s night in?”

Emma and Mina want to have a girl’s night but Kit presents them with the possibility of having a different kind of night. Of course it backfires. 😂

“Girl’s night in?”

Mina was lost in her book when her older sister Emma interrupted her. She considered reading sacred, and she hated when anybody dared to pull her back to reality while she was focused on the pages of a book. She raised an eyebrow, almost annoyed, but also relieved. “This book I’m reading is bad anyway. What do you have in mind?”

Emma hurried towards Mina’s bed and sat down. “Slumber party?”

“Em. Aren’t we too old for that?”

“I’m not talking about the typical slumber party with mundanes. I’m talking about a slumber party with downworlders?” Emma wiggled her eyebrows and smirked.

Mina crossed her arms on her chest and puffed. “And how we’ll call the downworlders here, let me see. We can’t.”

“I have the solution to that,” somebody said from the doorway.

“Kit, you’re obviously not invited,” Emma protested.

Kit entered the room with confidence, and he had something in his hand which caught Mina and Emma’s attention. “Even if I have this?”

“What’s that? Don’t tell me you’ve stolen something from the London Institute again, Kit, or I –“ Mina began, but Kit didn’t let her finish.

“What are you gonna do, Mina? You’ll tell Jem?” Kit wondered with a mischievous expression painted on his angelic face. “I can put it back where it belongs in no time. You know I can.”

Mina shook her head with impatience. “Come on, tell us how this damn thing works,” she conceded.

Kit sauntered in front of the girls and showed them a small object that looked like an old phone, but it obviously wasn’t a phone. “This, my dear sisters, is a downworlder sensor. I found it in a golden box at the Institute. It caught my attention on the spot,” he explained with a smug grin.

“As usual,” Emma rolled her eyes, but Kit glared at her.

“Yes. But you know why I took it? Because a guy named Christopher Lightwood made it.”

“Kit, your narcissism is showing,” Emma commented. “Come on, show us how this thing works.”

“It’s not narcissism, Em. He just likes that a guy named like him made that thing, that is all,” Mina tried to intercede for Kit, but Emma was already glancing at the weird object and stopped paying attention to her younger sister.

“I think you need to push this button.”

“You think? Kit, does this thing really work?” Emma wondered, which made Kit roll his eyes. He hated when Emma couldn’t keep her mouth shut and criticized whatever he did.

Kit glared at Emma and observed the small black thing in his hands. It looked dead to him. Heck, he didn’t know about his namesake who made it, but he believed he created it several years if not a century before. He pushed the red button in the middle of the artifact and waited. They all waited for something to happen. After more than five minutes, nothing changed.

“This thing is broken, Kit. Otherwise…” Mina started again, but like a few minutes before, she was interrupted. Her room, which was painted in lilac hues, suddenly turned darker when the lights dimmed as if they were in a seedy nightclub. Then the walls started to shake, and the empty spaces filled with bodies, different bodies. Some of the people were so tall that their heads touched the ceiling, while some were dwarves most likely, because they were shorter than them. At the same time, a techno tune started blaring from invisible speakers.

“What the –“ Kit gasped, mesmerized.

Mina put her book on the nightstand and gazed at the twenty or so people who had appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t know whether to be afraid or just shocked, surprised, or to start dancing with them.

“By the angel, the music taste is horrible,” Mina commented, frowning.

“Who cares, we have our party now!” Emma said, grabbing Mina’s hand and pushing her in the middle of the crowd.

Kit followed the girls and started to dance to the music. He had to admit the song was indeed very terrible, but who cared. “There is a damn downworlder party in da house! I never thought I would say this out loud.”

Emma and Mina laughed, then they closed their eyes and tried to be transported by the thump thump of the song, as much as it sucked. They felt in another world, in another time. They felt free, careless. Emma hated parties while Mina tolerated them – when she didn’t have her head buried in a book, of course. They gave their all as they danced barefoot, not caring that they were wearing their jammies and there was a bunch of strangers in their home.

But it was short lived.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Three heads turned at the same time when their heard that voice. “Papa, we…” Mina started, but damn, she was probably unlucky that night because she couldn’t finish her sentence. Again.

Jem took the device from Kit’s hands and pushed the red button. As if they had been conjured by magic, all of the people in the room disappeared at once, leaving the three teenagers and their father in a room that looked bigger than it already was.

“So that’s how that thing worked?” Kit wondered with interest.

“Your ancestor Kit Lightwood made it,” Tessa explained. The kids hadn’t noticed she had just entered the room, since they were enraptured by the shitty music. “He created it, because…” she frowned, looking at Jem as if silently asking him something. “Because once an Iblis demon sent love letters to him and he wanted to look for him and thank him.”

Emma, Mina and Kit exchanged glances, and they couldn’t keep their serious and shocked faces on because in all honesty, the whole thing made them laugh.

“Don’t laugh. You still shouldn’t have called for downworlders. They weren’t real, but just a projection. What you saw was a random retreat of theirs,” Jem explained.

“Ah, so they weren’t actually here,” Mina realized.

“No, but there could have been somebody who could have had the sight and could have crossed the border between that illusion and this place,” Tessa told them. “You need to be careful.”

“I’m going to take this back to the Institute tomorrow,” Jem announced. “But I just want to know one thing. Who had the brilliant idea to throw a downworlder party in our household? I’m curious. It’s for science.”

The teenagers could tell that Jem wasn’t angry, he was just amused.

Emma and Mina looked at each other and they didn’t need words to understand what the other sister was thinking. “It was Kit’s fault!”

Kit glared at them as he always did, while Jem and Tessa gazed at each other and started laughing.

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faulty-writes · 4 years

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Heyyyy you gorgeous human being, think you could feed me some Mina love? You can ignore this if you’d like because it’s angst but how about a bad villain attack that leaves y/n really hurt, if they die or live is up to you! 😁❤️❤️

[Well since you gave me the okay and since you know I suck at angst. WARNING: Death.]

The heart monitor gave off shallow and hesitant beats, an indication that while your heart was indeed still beating. It was struggling and the pain that coursed through your body with each breath you took proved that. The mission you had volunteered for went horribly wrong and it left you with a grave injury, it was more or less your own fault. If you had been quicker, maybe even stronger you could have avoided it. But you were distracted with the thoughts of your girlfriend, Mina Ashido. The normal happy and bubbly girl you had fallen for was taking quite the beating and she had made the choice to create distance between herself and the villain.

But the villain was clever and had some type of Earth manipulation quirk and as soon as you saw those sharp rock spikes head for her, you jumped into action. The spikes pierced through your skin and you saw your blood splatter everywhere. The taste of iron filled your mouth and thick lines of your crimson fluid seeped down your chin. Your body trembled with pain and though you couldn’t tell how many spikes you were hit with, it was enough to make you scream out. The sound of which only mixed with Mina’s and when you fell to the ground, you felt one of the spikes pierce through your stomach.

But you remember the faintest angel touch before your world went black. Your injuries were critical and though the doctors had done their best to remove the spikes, sew up your wounds. You had several tubes inserted into your stomach and you were put on life support, much like Sir Nighteye. You seemed to be hanging on your last breath, your lungs had been pierced as well which made it all the more difficult even with the machine to take oxygen in. Part of you was just waiting for death to take your suffering away, your hands seemed to be the only part of your body that wasn’t touched. Not that it mattered much.

Your eyes were absent of any light, in fact, they looked dull and lacked in color. Only displaying a clear look of pain and suffering. Though you were put on pain medication which was pumped through you with the help of an IV, you somehow still felt the pain. Your mask fogged with every struggled breath you took and your eyes looked in the direction of the door when it opened. You heard the faintest sound of crying as Mina stepped through, her face twisted with a sickening sadness and there were dark bags under her eyes. “B-Baby …” she stuttered and the sound of her broken voice made your heart sink, but you were almost happy to feel some other form of pain other than physical.

She stumbled as she walked over to you, her hands wrapping around the railing of your bedside. It broke her heart to look at you, bandaged from head to toe. The sight of those tubes sticking out of your stomach made her physically ill. Not to mention that oxygen mask and machine that almost seemed to mock her with every sound it made. But part of her knew she had to be strong for you, even though the class of 1-A had tried to keep her spirits up. Saying that you’d be alright, both of you knew the ultimate truth even if it wasn’t verbally spoken.

You wouldn’t make it and it broke Mina’s heart, she loved you more than anything. In fact, you were her first love and to have it end like this. It wasn’t fair, yeah life wasn’t fair. But fate didn’t have to take you away like this. She let out another sob and you slowly turned your head to face her, frowning from behind your mask as you watched her tears fall. “I-I’m sorry.” she squeaked out, but you shook your head. “It’s ...not ...your ...fault.” you breathed out, your body trembling after. Mina lowered her hands and wiped her eyes, though the tears continued.

“Don’t say that!” she cried out, cradling her hands to her chest. “It is my fault! I love you! I should have done more to protect you but you ….you used your body as a human shield and ...and I’m about to lose you because of it.” she closed her eyes as more tears came. “No ….” you swallowed and turned your body, though it was hard. You could feel the tubes move inside your body and the ends press further into your stomach, but you ignored the odd sensation and looked at Mina. “What do you mean no!?” she snapped, her arms shooting back and hands balled into fists.

Her face twisted with anger and though you knew it was an unnecessary emotion. You couldn’t blame her for feeling the way she did. “Mina …” you said as you reached a shaky hand out to her and she immediately took it, her grip so tight you could see her knuckles turn white. She wanted to hold onto you and never let go or at least hold on until you couldn’t anymore. You could see the small trail of mucus that dripped from her nose as she looked at you, her eyes puffy and red. “I ...did ...what …I did ...to ...protect ...you.” if only you could make her fully understand that, of course, you’d do anything to protect the people you loved.

Sometimes such things cost a person their life, but you were happy to exchange your life for Mina’s. “I …love ...you.” another sob came from Mina and she brought your hand to her cheek, firmly pressing down on it. You could feel her tears slip over your knuckles, they felt warm and somehow it made you smile. “I love you too! Please ...please don’t leave me …” she begged, nuzzling into your hand. You took another breath, feeling your lungs begin to burn. Your heart was struggling to pump blood through your battered body. “I ...can’t ...promise ...that,” you said and you could see the hurt look in her eyes before she shook her head.

“N-No, please you have to! Promise me you’ll always be here!” she cried out, but you quickly hushed her. “Come ...here,” you instructed before pulling your hand back, Mina gasped and held her hands out. Wanting your touch again but you were busy adjusting your position, laying on your back once more. Your eyes were focused on the ceiling before you turned your head to look at your girlfriend. You lifted a shaky finger, signaling her to come closer. Mina latched onto her bottom lip, sniffling as she stepped close. You smiled as you saw her face hovering over yours, her hair gently framing her face.

Her soft eyes, while full of sadness, were still beautiful to look at. Her skin looked as smooth and delicate as always, you’d miss being able to touch it. This is how you wanted to remember her, the heart monitor beats slowed down. Indicating how long you had left, your body was beginning to feel numb and weak. You knew your life was leaving you, but you reached up to remove your mask. Deciding you would give your last bit of oxygen into what you wanted to do next. But Mina grew concerned, “W-What are you doing? You need your mask!” You shook your head before reaching up to cup her wet cheek.

“I’m ...going to ...die ...Mina.” you said and she sobbed in response, you felt those tear droplets fall onto your face. It was almost comforting to know someone cared about you this much, but you knew you didn’t have much time. The beeps continued to slow and you struggled to lift yourself up, guiding Mina’s head down before taking the last breath you could muster. You pressed your lips against hers and though you still felt her tears, her hands came up to gently cup your face. Your last wish, it seemed, was to kiss the person you loved just one more time. You felt your heart give its last few pumps and the last bit of oxygen you had disappeared into the blissful kiss before your hand dropped, lifeless by your side.

Mina heard the heart monitor flatline and slowly pulled away. “Baby?” she questioned, sharply inhaling before she realized you were gone. She felt a lump form in her throat before lowering your head back to rest against the pillows. “I love you …” she whispered before crouching over, her chest felt heavy as her heart slowly shattered. This wasn’t fair ...why ...why did life ...why did that villain have to take you away from her? She knew she had to be strong, and that she’d need to learn how to live life without you. But ...at the moment, she felt like her world was gone.

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