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kannymaei · 2 years ago

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The Perfect Girl - Chapter 7 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: IVE BEEN DEAD FOR LIKE ALMOST A YEAR BUT IM GOING TO BOMBARD CHAPTERS

Author’s Note 2: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 4.4k

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot

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Couple of weeks ago.

"I'd actually think Ayaka is dumb if she were to believe me that having that last dance with you is meant to strengthen our family ties" Guuji Yae finally spoke after she has been brushing Aether's hair who is currently laying his head on her lap.

"I'd think Ayato is more stupid not to notice your behavior eversince we started dating" He replied and kissed her hand.

The door opened revealing Kujuo Sara holding a bag of snacks.

"Why thank you Sara for your service" Miko said while Sara handed the bag.

"Don't you feel any guilt that you're flirting with Ayaka's boyfriend? What if I tell Ayato huh?" Sara spoke, trying to correct her best friend.

"My dear, Kujuo Sara. Who on earth would believe you? No one, and you already know what would happen if you turn your back against me? Your whole family will fall into shambles" Miko smirked, it's like she already has her hand wrapped around Sara's neck. Manipulating her with all her wrong doings.

"What now Sara? You're forced to stay quiet" Aether added.

Sara just stood there disgustingly looking at her friend's affair. She can't do anything correct because her family's life is on the line.

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"I apologize for being this late."

You wiped your tears away and looked up to see who was this person who saved you. You analyzed your surroundings to see the people staring at you are completely taken back.

Kamisato Ayato, covered you with his coat while your hands were pressed on his chests and his arms wrapped around you.

"I'm sorry for cutting your hair off… I believe I haven't apologized to you" He softly said to you while he brushes your hair with his fingers.

"I'm scared" You replied and leaned your head onto his chest. The two of you are talking as if no one else was in the room, you don't know why he was doing this. You thought that he hates you but this is also the same for him, he doesn't know what made him step forward and protect you when everyone else is attacking you.

On the contrary, Kamisato Ayato looked behind you to see the birthday celebrant walk away, no tears were streaming. Then, he looked at you crying at him. Obviously, this made Guuji Yae ``heartbroken`` to make everyone pity her and make them hate you. Everyone is oblivious that she was just acting, that she doesn't even like Ayato one bit.

The next thing you knew you were thrown back to the floor to see Ayato grinning at you holding a cup of wine.

"Y-you think I'm going to be your K-knight in Shining A-armor? You're so stupid Y/N." He stutteringly shouted before he shakingly splashed the wine he was holding by his hand. It's not obvious with his expression but deep inside Ayato's heart, he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't want to hurt you but the damage was already done. He was doing all this for Guuji Yae, the sane Guuji Yae who is fooling him and his sister.

You've become a laughing stock and before everyone imitated him, you've felt cold and hot liquids being splashed at you together with some pastries that you can't identify.

She's so dumb.

Look at her, she's more fitting to be called a garbage now.

She had her hopes high when Ayato did it but damn! It was so unexpected that Kamisato Ayato pulled that card.

Didn't he sound hesitant when he pushed her away?

Eh? I don't think so.

You deserved it bitch! Mommy's not coming to pick you up here.

Your vision starts to blur with the pain that you're feeling mentally and physically and the last straw was when someone strikes you in the head with the huge and heavy glass bowl leaving you unconscious. This has made Ayato take a step backward to see how that student strikes you. The blood from the back of your head was merely seen but it was obvious that you were bleeding.

"What have you done?" Kamisato Ayato shouted at the student, he didn't expect that the other students would follow what he did. This isn't what he hoped for.

"I should be the one asking that" ???

Kamisato Ayato was thrown off to the floor as well to see his best friend, Diluc. Punching him in the face really hard.

"Man, I thought you'd already change. Didn't know you're still a dick" Diluc said and punched him again and again on the floor until he started to choke out blood.

"D-diluc! Stop!" Childe pulled him away by his shoulders. Lumine came in forward to check your pulse, she's so scared she might not feel it anymore but luckily it was there, it was weak but at least you still have a pulse.

"Brother?" Everyone looked in the direction where that voice came from.

"A-ayaka! It's not what it looks like!" Ayato quickly stood up and ran towards his sister even if his clothes were covered with some shades of blood.

"Don't touch me!" She firmly said.

"Y-you promised me! You won't bully anyone anymore! Since when was this happening? Did you hide this from me? Look at her! Y-you almost killed her to death! You don't even know what I'm feeling right now! I can't even find my boyfriend, I- I don't know where he is, now. What if he's cheating on me?" Ayaka said while she was crying.

"A-aether won't do that- I'm sorry. Let's just go home okay?" Ayato replied.

A tall blonde man walked towards the scene. The atmosphere of the room looked like in any horror movies where everyone is afraid when something shows up

"S-sir! Dainsleif!" Lumine looked up to see one of her teachers.

"Diluc, if you may. Please bring her to the hospital immediately." He ordered which Diluc nodded as he carried you up in his arms which was then followed by Lumine, leaving Childe on the scene. It looks like he wants to find out something.

Before Diluc and Lumine left the residence, he gave Ayato a death stare that made the man with lilac eyes nervously gulp.

"Kamisato Ayato, the heir of the Kamisato clan. Being one of the investors of this school doesn't give you the right to be immune to the rules of this school. You are suspended for a month, I'm sorry. Please leave now and think about the poor girl you bullied. Leave, NOW." Dainsleif ordered which scared Ayato that prompted him to drag his sister outside.

"And all of you will receive a huge deduction on your grades. Do you know the girl you just bullied? She is Y/N L/N, the daughter of Iliya L/N. She holds a much higher status in the country even with the Yae Family and Kamisato Family combined. Her family is the founder of this school and it's a shame that the students here aren't well disciplined. I'm pretty sure no one is aware that she has the power to kick each one of you in the school immediately while destroying your reputation. Unable to study anymore. It wasn't known in public about what happened to their daughter. If anyone has a concern about how unfair it is regarding the huge deduction on your grades will be immediately suspended. The party is over" Dainsleif said and walked towards where Venti, Zhongli, and Raiden were.

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"If anything bad happens to Y/N, I'm going to force him to repent for his wrong doings" Diluc said as he drove his car at 100mph to the hospital. It was unfortunate that the hospital is far away from the Yae's residence.

"W-wait where's Childe?" Lumine said as she held you tight at the backseat.

"I thought he was with you, you mean he didn't follow?" Diluc replied with an annoying tone.

"Let's think of him later, Archons! Please make Y/N alright-" Lumine can't finish her sentence because of the tears streaming down her face.

Twenty minutes later, your friends finally arrive at the hospital and immediately bring you to the Emergency Room.

"What happened?" The nurse said.

"Splashed with different kinds of liquid either very hot or very cold and got hit in the head with a huge heavy bowl that broke into pieces. P-please help her!" Lumine pleaded to the nurse.

"Isn't that Miss L/N?" Another nurse said and your friends nodded.

"I told you guys not to come back here anymore but it looks like she got herself in a mess again" The nurse's face palmed.

"Please remain in the waiting area, we can't allow you to see the patient. At this point, she might be put in the ICU for a long time. I assume she got grade 3 concussion and if it's not treated, she might get permanent brain damage. I believe you understand that right?" The nurse said.

"Y-yes, but can we visit her tomorrow?" Diluc said.

"I'm afraid you may not… I don't think she'll wake up any soon. Worst case is, she might be in a coma right now or when she wakes up she might be in a state of amnesia. The hospital will contact you if visitors are now allowed" The nurse said and waved their hand at Diluc and Lumine goodbye.

"What now?" Diluc said.

"I don't know… we should get home now right?" Lumine replied, wiping her tears.

"I'm going to drive you home but don't worry about me, I'll check on Childe." Diluc said as they walked towards the car and began to drive Lumine home.

As your friends walked out of the hospital, the doctors immediately brought you to the operating room to see if your skull got cracked open and some of the glass shards went inside your brain. Unfortunately, what they don't want to happen, happened to you. It looks like your old stitches from your accident a decade ago reopened although some of the wounds have already healed but there are just some injuries that never left.

After so many hours since the operation started, your surgery was a success but you remain unconscious. Not only that you have a brain injury, you also had 1st degree burns from the hot liquids that was thrown into you and it kept on going until your body felt numb from the pain.

Deep inside your consciousness, you find yourself in a sea of flowers.

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The ride home between the Kamisato siblings was quiet not until Ayato began to say something. The tension between the siblings was strong, the air was filled up with anger, sadness, and resentment.

"Listen, it's, it's not what it looks like" Ayato began to explain but Ayaka wasn't saying anything.

"I… I really wanted to protect her but I can't hurt Miko-" Ayato stopped.

"Hurt Miko? Brother, tell me how defending someone would hurt her? To begin with, she doesn't have the right to be jealous or to be hurt because she is not your girlfriend." Ayaka emphasizes that Ayato was being delusional about Miko being his girlfriend because none of that was true to the skin.

"Maybe I'd tell the maids to ground you as well in the house. We don't even know what happened to that poor girl." She added.

Ayato shut his mouth and began to think, how was he the only person who got suspended? To be frank, Miko is the cause of all this, she planned this to happen and to hurt Y/N. He doesn't even know anymore if he still loves Miko. When you came, she changed.

—

"It seems that you have been waiting for me to come back here, Childe. Even after we were told to go home." Diluc said while he put his hands on his back pocket after he exited the car.

"Something came to my attention, it's about Miko." Childe replied which gave Diluc a confused face.

"You mentioned a long time ago how Miko was pretending to be Y/N in order to bring down the Kamisato Family. Don't you think she planned all this to Y/N and Ayato coming up to rescue her wasn't a part of her plan but she was relieved that Ayato did that. In that way, she had two birds hit with one stone. Don't you find that a little odd?" Childe stated

"I do, let's go find her then." The two best friends walked inside the house to ask the maids to her room but they were warned to knock first.

"It should be this room," Diluc said and knocked. The man knocked for over five minutes but no one was replying.

"Didn't the maid say that Miko was in here? This can't wait for tomorrow since we need to check up on Y/N's situation. I have no other choice but to break in." Childe said and opened the door to see her living room empty.

"Hm? She's not here?" Diluc said while his eyes were in need to search for the pink haired woman.

The two men were startled when they heard a loud moan from one of the rooms. It wasn't just a woman's, but it seems that there is someone else in the room.

"Childe, maybe we should leave—" Diluc said but Childe stopped him.

"Ayato left, right? Then who is the man with Miko?" Childe said, which made Diluc's eyes widened.

"Which means, Miko has been fooling Ayato all along—" He added but his voice got a little too loud.

"Childe! Keep your voice low!" Diluc covered Childe's mouth with hand, almost suffocating him since Childe kept on screaming.

"Hello?"

The two gentlemen looked behind them to see Miko who had a tired face while wearing her evening gown. The gown doesn't seem to be properly worn, it's as if she was rushed to put it on. Diluc and Childe didn't say a word and just waved their hand at her, they felt like they were invading her privacy. Miko is confused with the two of them because Diluc is signalling goodbye with his hands but Childe says otherwise, he wants to confirm some things with her. You could tell on Miko's face that these two people are wasting her time when the frustration on her face becomes more obvious.

"Babe? What's taking you so long?"

(T-that voice!) Childe can't get this one wrong. He met this person a long time ago because of Ayaka, there's no way he can be wrong. His eyes averted to Diluc who also seemed to freeze in his place, they can't blame themselves for whatever they heard.

No one was moving a thing until this man walked out of Miko's bedroom. Miko immediately ran towards Childe and Diluc and knelt in front of them.

"D-don't tell Ayato PLEASE! I-it's not what it looks like! W-we were just talking!" Miko pleaded but the two men didn't seem to answer nor look down at her, all they cared about was the person who went outside, Aether.

"Homewrecker." Diluc calmly said while his body remained in the same place.

"When I told you that something was odd, we already had our answer. Right in front of our eyes." Childe added, the horror of their faces that shows disgust were seen but Miko on the other hand isn't stopping from begging them not to say a thing about what they saw.

She knew that she messed up this time for real because the people who saw her affair was no ordinary person she can easily control and manipulate. This wasn't anyone like Kujuo Sara, the people she are talking about is Diluc Ragnvindr and Tartaglia, the best friends of her suitor. Out of all the people, it had to be them.

Please!

Don't tell Ayato!

I don't want to hurt Ayaka!

It was an accident!

I'm sorry!

These were words that were repeatedly coming out from Miko's mouth but Diluc and Childe had one ear open to listen and the other ear threw away what they were hearing.

In fact, words aren't enough to explain what the two men were feeling. They don't even know where to start. How are they going to comprehend that Ayato's crush is sleeping with his sister's boyfriend? That fact is not yet sinking on them.

"I don't think we are the right people for you to apologize." Diluc finally spoke after being stunned for a couple of minutes and turned his back followed by Childe.

"You fooled Ayato that you were his promised wife, didn't you? You wanted to erase Y/N from this world and take Ayato for your selfish desires from your family. You don't like Ayato one bit, do you?" He added, not looking back at her.

"NO IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Miko finally stood up, her face red from crying.

"Tell us Guuji Yae, what does this mean? A half naked man walked out of your bedroom where we also followed the unnecessary noises coming out of it. Can you actually make me believe that the two of you were talking? Not only that, this half naked man is the boyfriend of someone else. I don't even know if I should tell Ayato because he's not going to believe us either." Diluc coldly responded.

"G-get out of here! You're so annoying! You're invading my privacy! INTRUDERS!" Miko shouted loud enough for everyone in the house that caused Childe and Diluc to storm outside as soon as possible.

The two men ran out of breath when they reached Diluc's car, so quickly that the security wasn't able to catch up on them.

"T-that is not what I meant by answers but how do we tell Ayato?" Childe said as he was trying to get the bottle of water somewhere in his friend's car.

"Get me some water too" Diluc said as he was recovering his breath before starting up his car.

"Isn't there like- A Kamisato Party coming very very soon? I'm pretty sure Miko wouldn't be able to hide everything now that we know it." Diluc added.

"That annual party? Diluc, that's like— three to four months from now. How long are we going to hide that thing from him? Unless, we hope that Miko does the right thing and breaks up with Ayaka's boyfriend as soon as possible right? But would she? I don't even know man— I don't even know how those two got affiliated with each other— I don't know, archons, this night just keeps on getting worse. First we had Y/N falling into her trap then we thought Ayato saved her face but he just took things way too far that now she's in the hospital again! Then! Ayaka mentioned earlier that her boyfriend might be cheating, it was a shot in the dark. Miko has been quite distant to Ayato these days— and I assumed that, what if Miko and Aether have a connection and it turns out…" Childe was panicking as he started to form his own theory and how in the end he got it right.

"Your shot in the dark was a bullseye. I can't believe you would assume Aether and Miko would have a connection since those two never interacted in school. I don't think Miko would break up with him after us knowing it since she knows for a fact that she can manipulate Ayato's mind that we're just ruining her for him because of Y/N" Diluc replied, it's already late at night but there's no time to take a rest. He needs to inform the sister of Aether. He stirred the wheel from a direction that leads to their residence.

"This isn't the road to my house-" Childe paused as soon as he recognized this familiar road they're taking.

"Yes, we're going to her. I don't think she's already asleep because her brother isn't home yet." Diluc grinned since they needed to work as a team against Guuji Yae.

"Childe, what do you think of Y/N?" Diluc asked randomly.

"Y/N? Well, for starters, she seems to be the kind and reserved girl everyone would expect her to be. I… I can't get rid of that image of her earlier, screaming and crying as if she was getting punished for the sins she never committed. I wanted to hug her, protect her, m-man if I had the chance. I would stay with her at her residence and always… watch out for her. I…" Childe stared outside the car's window and gazed at the stars above.

"You like her?" Diluc nervously asked him, perhaps, he was afraid of the answer his friend would give.

"Y-yes, archons, it's so hard to tell you t-that- on days you, me, Lumine, Itto and Sara agreed not to visit her when she has fever. I- I was secretly seeing her alone, Lumine caught me red handed when I wasn't attending after school meetings and she followed my car and saw me walking through her residence, d-didn't she tell you?" Childe said, he recalls some of your memories with him of how the two of you study together and you cook him some after school snacks. In fact, his liking towards you grew because of your kindness. He thought to himself that you weren't as bad as how Ayato first described you. You're not a nerd, you don't look like one anymore. You're far more beautiful than Guuji Yae, Jean, Eula, and Sara combined. But, he knows that, he can't have you for himself. You're too perfect for someone like him, he wanted to bottle all of these feelings towards you because he believes that someone like him doesn't deserve you.

When he saw you crying on the floor, he blamed himself that he was a coward, that he even had the audacity to stop Diluc during that time because he was afraid, maybe if he allowed Diluc to save you. Maybe if he stepped forward to cover up for you, maybe if he informed you about the change of theme. You wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed fighting for your life unconsciously.

"Jokes aside, I wish I could pick up my phone right now and take a picture of you confessing your feelings to Y/N. You're so red and flustered, man, don't you go in public admitting your feelings for her. Your fangirls would throw a riot against her- on the side note, I think that wasn't a good joke" Diluc laughed, staring at Childe who's dumbfounded thinking about you.

"Calm down okay? We'll get to the bottom of this." They finally arrived at her residence, and the two men stepped out of the car simultaneously.

Childe rang the doorbell and anxiously knocked at the door until the door opened revealing the blonde girl still not changing her clothes.

"It's already late, what brings you two here?" Lumine softly asked.

"Is your brother, is he home?" Childe asked, which made Diluc look disappointed and confused at him because they literally just saw him a couple of minutes ago half naked in someone else's house.

"H-he hasn't, why do you want to know if he's home—" Lumine was surprised by Diluc's sudden interference with their conversation.

"We caught your brother sleeping with Guuji Yae." He directly said.

"Diluc, I was building up the conversation and you went saying it straightforward to her!" Childe replied.

"I knew it, get inside. This is going to be a long talk" Lumine was frustrated how her hunch turned out to be correct.

"He's been acting really odd since the first day of school. Every day, it just keeps on getting weirder and weirder. I knew it, I should have realized it sooner. I'm sorry guys…" Lumine apologized and wrapped herself against her knees as she was sitting in the couch.

"Ayato is going to know this secret during his family's annual celebration. Listen Lumine, this is our plan." Diluc's face turned from indifferent to serious, the three of them gathered closely and carefully analyze how would they work against Guuji Yae and put her family in jail for the murder of the the parents of Y/N and Ayato.

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It's been a week since the doctor's allowed one visitor at a time to you inside the ICU. You remain unconscious and stuck in a wonderful dream, day by day the image starts to get clearer and clearer.

"I like you! And you can't reject me and my feelings" The blue-haired child claimed as he put the flower crown he made to your head.

"This tempura is yummy!" You giggled in front of this man, annoying him.

"Hey! Listen to me! I like you okay, we're going to be like mommy and daddy when we grow up!" He added.

"Isn't that a little too soon for us?" You asked him.

"It's not! So tell me Y/N, promise me… promise me that you're going to marry me soon when we grow up and we're going to have 10 children, 5 would look like you and the other 5 would look like me!" His eyes looked like stars

"Y-young master!" Koharu, who seemed to be in her teen years, was about to stop Ayato from saying such things. She wonders how on earth did this child learn where do children come from?

"Don't— let them be. Lady Y/N and Lord Ayato look good together. It's funny how the young master confessed his feelings like that to her. They're inseparable." The maid said and patted Koharu on her shoulders.

"Eh??? D-disgusting!" You softly slapped your hand on his forehead.

"T-that hurts Y/N!" The young boy begged you to stop hitting him even if it wasn't painful at all.

"I, L/N Y/N, will accept your proposal on becoming like your mommy!" You said and the two of you shared a laugh together.

Not until everything faded away and you found yourself standing in the middle of darkness. These are memories you don't remember happening but it stings your heart because it's been feeling like it's been stolen from you. If all these memories were true then how did you and Ayato end up like this?

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Diluc was your first visitor, he came as soon as the doctor informed your friends. He made sure that he was the first person to be here, he wanted to be the first person. He looked at your helpless body lying peacefully. It looked like you were having a good dream.

"I know you wouldn't hear me Y/N but it seems it wasn't only Childe that started to grow feelings for you."

The redhead calmly said and put flowers on your vase and prayed for your fast recovery.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years ago

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Red hair as roses, and turquoise eyes as orchids

"Dada look!" The bored and depressed blue eyes stood up from his lap to his 6 years old daughter, extending her tiny hands up high in the air.

"Be careful with what you're gonna do pretty doll." He manage to smirk a bit as she pouted, strands of red brushing against her forehead until a huge wave of flames of the colour blue danced around her hands until she jumped and a small prinkle of flames were throw in the air.

She laughed at the sign and clapped her hands in glee at her own little show as Dabi let out a chuckle at seeing the happines of his daughter... instead of him, Emika had the blessing of having a body that could tolerate the heat enough of his quirk that she inherited it from him. Your quirk itself being a huge help for the little girl to not have scars as her father's.

"Did you see Dada?! It was soooo huge and beautiful!!!" She ran towards him only to trip and thankfully landed on the brunette male's lap, giggling with a smile so bright that could've hury his eyes.

"Hmm. Almost like mine princess, im impressed." His hands carresed her chubby cheeks until he heard murmuring behind them.

Of course. Even with his disguise, that were people whose were going to mutter, say bad things... he lost count on how many times Emika had been bullied because her quirk was similiar with the most cruel and wanted villain....

And much to his dismay, Emika didn't take that... very well.

"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING ABOUT?! LEAVE US ALONE!" the little girl shouted and the adults only scoffed, picking up their kids and getting out of the park.

"You're going to scare off anyone with that attitude of yours princess." He muttered while carresing her red hair and picking her up as she scoffed.

"They cant say bad things about MY dada!" He smiled at the little girl and sighed.

"Yeah yeah, just lets get out of here before you burn things down."

"Thats something you would do!" She poked his scarred cheek. "Ne ne dada? We gonna visit mama right? I want to bring flowers to her this time!"

His eyes dropped at the ground as his feet carried them to the cemetery...

"We can arrange that."

"Mama was so pretty!!!" Emika squealed as Spinner and Toga showed her some photos as Dabi stared holes into their skulls.

Is not that he didn't wanted his daughter to forget or to not know about her mother... but it was painfull enough to have a father as a villain, now being a mother orphan was just more harder.

Emika couldn't go to school without being recognized as Dabi's daughter. So he brought himself the task to teach her things , being thankfull to his past self that he had studied enough.

"Yeah and she was strong as fuck too according to your dad there." Spinner grinned, showing a picture of you pinning down a hero on the middle of the street.

"Emika-chan, despite not meeting (Y/n) you look so much like her!" Toga beamed with a smile, fangs showing and the little girl giggling when Dabi just yanked her away from the two.

"Naaaaaa dada no bed time!" She squirmed as he carried her to now the comfortable room the league gotten ever since the incident with Shigaraki and Redestro.

"Dont complain or else Im going to take away your toy." He grumbled as the girl gasped and pouted at him much like you would do.

"You wouldn't!" She defies him with a cheeky smile although while settling down on the bed she shared with him.

"Try me." He smirked with a atched eyebrow making her laugh.

Some time passed and Dabi watched as the eyelids of Emika slowly dropped until she called him softly.

"This place we are now... we gonna stay or are the bad man breaking it and we have to move again?" His heart clenched.. she still had the memories when the league had captured that blonde kid and the heroes busted the bar...

With her own view, she saw the villains as the good and normal people despite Toga being a crazy assasin that loved drinking blood, Shigaraki a men that only wanted to destriy the world, Twice a bipolar man and the list goes on...

Emika saw the villains as good people, and the heroes as bad ones... after all, after she found out on her own that her mother died not because of childbirth, but because of a hero that accidentally killed her with a much too strong attack... and only because she wanted to protect the baby on her arms at that time.

So much blood dropped from his eyes... some even dropping on your lifeless body and on the crying baby he soon noticed that thankfully was alive.

He would never forget whem he craddled the baby on his arms and sobbed deyly as his child wailed at not having the warmth of her mother anymore.

Things were tough until they found the league of villains and had at peast a place to crash.

Emika was now soudly asleep as he sighed and brushed his hair.

"When the heroes come to us... I will make sure yoi stay outta of the mess Emika. But you will not like to know the truth about our origins..." he muttered as a scarred hand brushed her bangs and smirked when she nuzzled on his hand... reminding him of how you would nuzzle on him on cold nights...

"Time to sleep off huh? The more we sleep, the pess we have to face the reality." He muttered before laying down and bringing her close to his chest.

"Dada..." she whimpered as fat tears fell feom her turquoise eyes as she tremblingly holded the box of paper towels, helping him clean off the blood from his stapples as he took a final look on the mirror, his white hair finally at show for the first time in so many years.

"Hey," he crouched down and made his best to not wince "I'm fine. Daddy is used to this by now and-"

"bUT I'M NOT!" she yelled and punched his chest with her tiny fist as he frowned and holded her as she sobbed on his chest.

"...Is it true..?" He looked down at the tuff of red hair on his chest "That uncle Twice is not coming back..? That.. T-That grandpa did this to you..m that we are from the family of E-Endeavour?"

He frowned and wiped her tears away as she holded his wrist while sobbing at the loss of Twice, whose always played and made silly faces with her on spare times.

"Yeah... Im sorry for not telling you... but I thought that... Me and your mother actually decided that Emika (L/n) was better than puttingnon a fake and... well, not right name on yours."

"... which hero... killed... mama..?" His heart stopped... should he reaally tell her? She was only a baby of five years.. five fucking years... he was already damaged by society, but her was just a little flower growing...

"Princess.. I-"

"Who?!" She sobbed as his eyes dropped, a heavy sigh as he dinally sit down on the edge of the sofa as he put his hand on his face as the other helped her sit on his lap.

"... your grandpa."

Emika cried heraelf to sleep that night. Wailing that she hated the heroes, that she hated Endeavour, that she hated him for not telling her the truth for so long, that she hated having fo be a Todoroki.

Each word was a spike to his chest as he tried and eventually succeed on calming her down enough, from harsh sobs and eails to soft sniffles and the rest of the tears she had to sheed.

He hugged her just a bit tighter that night as one drop of blood fell from his eyes.

"I thought I could do it (Y/n)... I fucking promised you... but... fuck." He bited his bottom scarred lips to contain a whimper "Everything is just the worst now... why did you have to be so goddamn stubborn and risk your life dammit..."

"Is your fourth bowl of ice cream ya know?" Dabi muttered from his place on the miserable yet comfy apartment you two shared as you stared back at him with a spoonfull of your favorite ice cream on hand close to your mouth.

"I have the right. I'm pregnant. Leave me be." You made a show of putting the spoon on your mouth and moaning out loud as Dabi shooked his head in dismay before taking a place on your side ofbthe couxh before you two cringed at the sounds of the old mobile almost creaking.

"We need to got money to find a new couch." You muttered horrified, just apmost ending all of your money on baby supplies and clothes.

"Or I can just steal one." He smirked at the slight slap you gave to him.

"And have shitty heroes coming our way later? Nu uh mister... maybe just rob a bank though." You muttered before both of you chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulder as he subconsciously placed his hand on the sweel of your stomach and felt a kick already.

"She is going to be a daddy's girl. Im so sure of it." You giggled as he arched an eyebrow.

"How cam you say this already? We dont even know if it is a girl of a boy doll."

"I know is a girl. I just know it. And she has already a favorite parent." You carresed your belly just besides where Dabi's hand was layed on.

"You're exaggerating." He chuckled as he felt another kick "They are going to be a nasty oen though, they kick alot."

"She kicks a lot when your nearby or talking to her. Just like I said, a daddy's girl." You smiled sweetly at him and he never felt so happy...

He looked at your lips for a second as you narrowed your eyes playfully at him before your lips almost touched-

He woke up with a hand tapping on his cheek and soon saw his daughter looking down at him with a pout.

"Can we go walk?" She almost whimpered as he could only stare and slowly nod as he caught his disguise and a very own for her.

She clunged to the black bunny plushie as she walked with pinks connected to him as he stated down at her in worry until she gasped at a convenience store.

"Dada! Snickers!" She pointed as he smiled at seeing a bit of bright on her eyes once again.

"How about we get some, eh?" She nodded with a small smile and soon followed her dad inside.

While she waited for Dabi to get the snacks and pay for them, for once, she gasped when a purple haired boy at the same age as her bumped accidentaly to her making her plushie drop.

"Hey!" She called out with tears on her eyes, being emotionally damaged enough for those past days.

"I'm sorry." The boy said immediatly, kneeling and grabbing the plushie to hand it to her "Its yours?" He tilted his head as Emika grabbed immediatly.

"Of course it was! It was with me until you bunped on me!" Emika slowly dropped her tone of voice at seeing how the purple haired boy seemed genuily sorry as he aproached and bowed once again.

"Sorry, I just am here to grab some medice and a chocolate for my mom and dad. They're both sick and they dont know i went out so I needed to hurry." He smiled as Emika soon dropped slowly her guard down as she muttered.

"Is okay... is just that bunny is speacial to me."

"I can see why. Your mama gave it to you right." Her turquoise eyes widened as she frowned her eyebrows at the boy.

"Kinda of..?" She clinged to the toy "Why do you that?"

He closed his eyes with a tiny giggle.

"Well, she told me as soon as you started to tear up. She is always by your side aparently." Emika eyes darkned and she let go of one hand of the plushie to heat up her hand.

"Say that one more time. I dare you. My mama is not here." She almost cried until the purple boy touched her forehead with two fingers and soon she was not more in the grocery store, but in a blank space.

"HEY YOU!" she shouted "THIS IS NOT FUNNY LET OUT YOU FUCK-"

"Geez, daddy did not spare you of curse words then?" She froze and looked behind her and saw the sane woman Dabi showed photos of and was compared whenever she was laughing or making a trick on others.

She froze for a bit before silently tears started to fall and she hiccupped for a bit before dropping her bunny and running to you as you hugged her tightly.

"Mama! I cant believe-! Is you-! I-I-" she hicupped as you wiped her tears with your thumb and let some of your own fall.

"You're take so much of your dada im so happy... My little girl is just so beautiful..." you whispered as she sobbed while wiping her tears with her sleeve.

"D-Dada!" She gasped before smiling widely and grabbing your sleeve "Dada needs to see this! Mama he misses you a lot he need to see yo-"

"Im sorry princess..." you grabbed her cheek softly "I wanted to see your daddy just as much, but I cant...." her face fell a bit but soon nodded while playing with your fingers and hair.

"Mama? Why did you do it?" You hummed as she looked up hesitantly "Why did youbleave dad? Why... you took.. Endeavour attack..?" She asked sadly as you furrowed your eyebrows but soon closed your eyes and smiled.

"Emika... the day you were born was the day I was gone as well... but when I saw your grandpa recognizing me as a villain and blasted an attack close to where you were... I just had to. I had to protect the feuit of love that me and your father made..." you smiled sadly as she sniffed.

"But you arent with us..." she almost sobbed until you made her look up.

"Emika... Im so sorry for the loneliness you had to endure... the pain... that was the only dowside of the decision I made. My swest little girl..." you cuppex her cheek and wiped a tear "Thank you for letting me be your mother, and Touya for being your father..."

You touched your forehead with her as she noticed your body was slowly turning to tiny hints of lights and fireflies.

"Mama..?" She looked at you crying softly as you kissed her forehead.

"Emika, evertime you see a star in the dark sky it will be me watching over you and your dada... and please understand one thing," you got away from her as your hair floated majestically "Dying for you, was a noble sacrifice I did for love..."

She widened her eyes as she grabbed your hands as you giggled at her expression.

"Say to dada Im watching him too, and that loving him were the happier moments I spend... I love him and always will...after all, he is my canolli, dead or not, okay?"

The littpe girl gasped and looked at the place she was, the grocery store and the boy from earlier retracting his hand with a unsure littpe smile.

"It was your quirk... you... you made me talk with my mama." She says outstruck as the boy giggled but soon gasped at looking the time.

"I have to go! But I hope we meet again." He ran to the door with the bags before looking one more time behind to her "Call me Akira! See you soon Emika-chan!"

She stood there in complete shook before brushing her fingers on the tingling spot you had kissed on her forehead before smiling widely and giggling before knocking her daddy's leg as he grunted.

"Emika what the-"

"Mama is watching us!" She bounced up and down as he atood with a 'what the fuck' expression.

"What the hell Emika?" He grabbed the packs and carried her as he walked on the street.

"Mama said your name is Touya dada! Which I found strange at first but anyway! She kissed my forehead! Hugged me and said how much she loves me and you and is watching us! She is a star dada! A star!!"

His eyes widened. Emika didn't hear his speech to Endeavour. Emika didn't know his real name was Touya instead of Dabi as the league called him... so she was not imagining neither making things up.

"..so you saw mama?" She giggled and nodded while boucing on his arms. "... did she say something else?" He asked hopefully and she smiled widely as much as you would do.

"She said loving you was the most happier she got! And that your are her canolli forever!"

His steps faltered and almost that he dropped his daughter as his eyes widened... only you knew that god for saken nickname you gaved to him...

"Dada?" His daughter words and hands on his cheeks made him ho back to reality as he saw the blood on his little girl's fingers and worried expression "Are you crying..? Dada?"

"Heh..." he wiped with one thumb the blood before smilling at her and continuing walking "Nah. Must be one of my staples..." he stared up as his daughter rested her face on his neck. "Mama is a star then?"

"Ya.." she yawned "Watching us... I bet she is that one." The little girl pointed at the shiniest star on the sku as Dabi smiled...

"Yeah... I also bet on that one."

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #bnha fanfictions #bnha fanfic #zuffer writings #dabi #touya todoroki #bnha oc

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ren1327 · 4 years ago

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Close to Me

A Huskerdust/Angelhusk tumblr exclusive fic based on Ellie Goulding's "Close to Me" feat. Diplo and Swae Lee.

Part of the Light up the Night storyline

CW: Lots of cussing, mentions of sex and bullying Moxxie

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SLAM!

Charlie jumped when she heard a door upstairs slam, then a hard pounding on wood before a frustrated yell had her on her feet.

She nearly ran into Husk as he stalked to the bar, grabbing a bottle off the shelf and uncorking it, taking several large gulps.

“Um…Everything good, Husk?” She asked.

Niffty suddenly hopped past, whining softly to herself as she leapt into the kitchen, hearing pots and pans banging.

Charlie looked at Husk, who had started on a second bottle and quickly followed the cyclops girl.

“Hey, Niffty?” Charlie asked.

Niffty was quickly measuring out flour and muttering to herself as she grabbed some eggs.

“Sad brownies?” Charlie asked as Niffty grabbed a block of fudge, then turned a grabbed a second.

“Sad brownies.” She said and turned to tie her hair in two short pigtails and wash her hands.

“What happened?” Charlie asked when Niffty gave her a bowl and whisk.

“Oh, Miss Charlie…” Niffty sighed and started chopping nuts. “It was awful!”

EARLIER...

“Dance with me, Husk.” Angel teased as they walked past a club, Niffty peeking inside and grinning.

“We gotta get this stuff back to the hotel, Ang.” Husk said. “Some other time, okay?”

“Fiiiiine!” Angel huffed and reached for Husk’s hand.

Husk pulled his fingers away and crossed his arms.

Angel blinked. “The fuck?”

“Not here, Angel.” Husk said and looked at an old poster of Angel in drag.

Angel’s eyes followed his and he scoffed.

“Are ya serious?” He asked and stalked ahead, Niffty looking from Husk to Angel before hopping to the former’s side.

“Husky, what’s going on?” She asked.

“Nothin’, Niff.” He grumbled.

The walk back was tense and silent as they all made it back into the hotel.

Angel dropped his things on the counter and went up to his room, Husk cursing and following after his boyfriend once the groceries had been put away.

Niffty cocked her head and leapt up the stairs, hearing muffled shouting.

“…fuckin’ scared to be seen with me?”

“…know damn well I don’t give a shit!”

“Be honest Husk!” Angel yelled as Niffty placed her ear near the door. “Ya think I’m disgusting or somethin’? Think I’m too much of a slu—”

“Shut up!” Husk yelled. “I just…I don’t think…Ang…we’re…not good enough to been seen together…”

Niffty squinted her eye, Husk voice very low.

“Good en---Good enough?!” Angel yelled and there was the sound of glass breaking.

Niffty ran behind a plant as Husk ran out, a perfume bottle smashing behind his feet as he turned.

“Angel…I didn’t mean it like that…Angel!” Husk yelled as the door slammed. He pounded on the door before yelling in frustration and going down the stairs.

NOW...

Niffty sighed. “I think I get what Husk meant. I hear him talking with Mimzy when she’s over."

“Oh?” Charlie asked as they waited for the brownies to bake.

“It’s not Angel isn’t good enough.” She looked up at Charlie. “It’s Husk. He thinks he’s not good enough to be seen with Angel.”

“And so Angel…oooooh.” Charlie said. “What should we do?”

“Brownies and milk.”

“Right! Any alcohol will make Angel spiral!” Charlie said. “He’ll lose all his progress!”

“…No, milk just taste better with brownies….” Niffty said with a frown.

“Right, right, right…” Charlie laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Niffty huffed and heard the oven ding, taking the brownies out and letting them cool as she set up a tray.

“Ya know, Miss Charlie, sometimes we just gotta do what’s best for people in their own way.”

“But Angel staying clean is best for him—”

“Angel, not the hotel.”

“I…I think I have an idea. But I might need some help.”

She grimaced as she took out her phone and shot a text.

“Okay, Niffty, we might need a few more batches of brownies…” Charlie said. “And some of the good liquor I know you stowed away for this kind of situation. Let’s move all this to the home theater. And make sure the front room is clear.”

“Why both rooms?”

“That’s such bull!” Loona said as she downed another shot.

“How can he imply he’s better than you?” Octavia added.

“Yeah, Angie, you’re like, the fucking best!” Cherri said and stuffed another brownie in her mouth.

“Thanks gals.” Angel said, sniffing and taking another tissue from Millie. Then another shot.

Niffty sat on one of the sofas, a weird cartoon playing on the screen no one was paying attention to. She quietly excused herself and hopped to the other side of the hotel where Husk was drinking from another bottle as Blitzo chattered away.

“Listen, they all throw fits, but just have really rough angry se—”

“Sir!” Moxxie interrupted. “The best response is proper communication. As a happily married man, I can say with confidence—”

“No one cares about your boring married life!” Blitzo said and pushed Moxxie off his stool.

“Blitzy Dear…” Stolas cooed. “Aren’t we in a committed relationship?”

“Well I mean, yes.” Blitz said with a blush. “But! Marriage makes it less…sexy.”

“I see. But being my consort is much more…enticing?” Stolas purred, leaning against his partner.

“Uh…”

“Fellas!” Mimzy chided. “This isn’t helping.”

Husk was sobbing now. “I fucked up again…”

“Oh, Husker…” Mimzy said and rubbed his shoulders. “Alastor! Can’t you help us?”

The Radio Demon looked up from his drink, cocking his head. “Oh, I’m trying, my Love.”

“Tryin—Alastor! What are you up to?” The shorter demon asked her lover.

Niffty chirped and gasped, running back to the theater.

She burst in to see the same scene she had just escaped from.

Husk blubbered.

“He’s so fuckin’ beautiful, Mimz!” He said. “Like, look at ‘im! Hic! ‘Den look at me! He’s too good fa’ me and I hate…”

Angel’s eyes were transfixed on the screen.

“Hate how people look at us. ‘Dis tall fuckin’ babe and his shlubby boyfriend!”

“You’re not shlubby—” Mimzy said.

“Yes, I am!” Husk said and hiccupped. “I’m an ugly old man and he’s just! Just!”

“Just what?” Mimzy asked, side eying Blitzo and Stolas escaping into the hall to a bedroom.

“He’s fuckin’ perfect! He’s pretty an’, an’ has a nice voice…His cute widdle snore an’ man! Can he shoot, Mimz! He’s so fuckin’ vicious when he wanna be!” Husk said, waving his bottle around. “He looks so happy when he’s mowing down fuckers! Yeah, I snap at ‘im. But he can always tell when I’m bullshitting ‘im. We get in our little back and forths an’…he does dis little pout that melt me, ya know?”

Angel chuckled.

“His laugh…” Husk continued Mimzy carefully took the bottle. He mixed his drink with a smile. “Fuckin’ infectious. An’ he always smells so fuckin’ good. He looks at me like…like I’m da best damn ting in da world, ya know?”

He smiled into his glass.

“When Angel is…well, if anyone makes it outta here…I hope it’s Angel…I want ‘im happy.” Husk said. “I love him—”

Angel tackled him on screen, and everyone was shocked to see Angel had sprinted down the halls to kiss Husk's face.

“Love ya too, Husky!” Angel yelled happily, kissing the cat demon's cheeks and lips over and over.

Husk clutched him tight in a hug. “I’m sorry, Baby.”

“I know, I know, Husky.” Angel whispered. “Let’s get ya sobered up, Baby. Then we can cuddle with Nuggs.”

“Love Nuggs.” Husk mumbled as Angel picked him up, his wings dragging behind them.

“Aw~” Millie cooed as the girls joined the rest of the group in the front.

“Well, it’s late.” Charlie said.

Vaggie placed her hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Feel free to stay the night.”

They suddenly heard pounding from Blitzo and Stolas’s room.

“Ew.” Loona and Octavia said.

“I just fixed that damn wall!” Vaggie huffed and shook her head.

Niffty offered her the last brownie, the taller demon smiling at her as they dispersed.

Angel rubbed the base of Husk’s ears as he purred into his chest fluff.

“Ya wrong, Baby.” Angel said.

Husk moaned sleepily.

“We good.” Angel said, pulling the other into a kiss. “Together.”

“But…”

“Shut up.” Angel chuckled. “Just stay close to me. And love me like ya do, okay?”

“Love ya, Angel...” Husk agreed.

“Love ya too, Husky~”

#hazbin fanfic #huskerdust #angelhusk #alastor x mimzy #stoliz #moxxiemillie #m and m #chaggie #feat.#hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin charlie #hazbin niffty #hazbin cherri bomb #helluva loona #helluva octavia #hazbin fat nuggets #tumblr exclusive

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wincore · 4 years ago

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vixen | nakamoto yuta

pairing: kitsune!yuta x female!reader

words: 5.1k

summary: every year, you visit the fox who claims to know everything about you.

genre: fantasy/folklore, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: suggestive, mention of past bullying, one excessively flirty nakamoto yuta

song rec(s): clear and sunny - sou (cover)

a/n: this is for all you furries who aren’t quite furries yet muah (im joking) but aaaa love exploring folklore and also i should put in a disclaimer that not every aspect adheres to the original tales of the kitsune <3 i did not proofread btw and i am very sorry

Some things never change.

Examples: boys, shitty friends, death, and the scent of nostalgia. To you, that very scent happens to be the earthy smell of chrysanthemums and a faint waft of spices from the kitchen in your parents’ house. To you, October is not just another month. To you, there is one more thing that never changes and it is not your belief in old ghost stories.

Around this time of the year, the autumn festival begins in a flurry of vibrant red smudges and a whiff of excitement, in streets suddenly brought alive. The skies are candied orange, and it’s the only time you aren’t tired of home. This time is also when you find yourself right in the clutches of the one demon you swore you’d avoid for the rest of your life. You swore. It’s not your fault that said demon is a little, let’s say, tempting.

Tempting in the most vexing, infuriating way possible. Bewitching, cruel, seducing—all that foxes are and all that you’ve heard of them could not have prepared you for an encounter. Folklore runs deep through you. The memories of a certain fox-boy run deeper.

It is not the festival you are here for.

You yawn, leaning against the wooden door frame of the shop. It would be inappropriate to fall asleep on the job, especially since there are a bunch of children staring idly at you. You close your mouth quickly, resting the back of your hand against your lips. Late afternoon is an easy time to fall asleep. You have half the mind to snarl at the kids to scare them off, their gaze getting on your nerves and when you think you will, you turn the other way. Manners come first to you, no matter how temperamental you get.

The procession has gathered a crowd. Some shouts and squeals from the children make you slump further. At least they’re having fun with whatever stupid game they’re playing. You breathe in the autumn air. A part of you wonders if you simply let your feet lead you down the stairs, you’d be free of this entire ordeal. You shake your head. Temptation has always been hard to resist—never meant to be resisted but you’re much older now. There is dignity to be answered.

October is mild—your grandmother’s shop is still on the verge of collapse, your mother still yells at you for misplacing kitchen utensils and your old friends from school still gossip about who you’re dating. It’s like the script never changes; people change the meaning, twist their words in the same old pattern. If you were a little less behaved, you would have poured your drink over their heads yesterday.

You clench your jaw. It’s always an ‘Oh, you’re so attractive’ and an ‘I wish I could date as many men as you do but I’m loyal to my boyfriend’, or even a ‘Must be nice being surrounded by boys all the time’. You know what they mean. It’s not the first time you’ve been called a fox, and you don’t think it’ll be the last—at least until you decide to stop letting your hometown suffocate you. Maybe you’ll accept what they say. You have heard of what hatred left unchecked can do.

If you’re honest, you haven’t been with too many men. If you’re a little more honest, none of them have ever made your heart race.

You watch the children play with a keen eye, their painted masks ridiculously large for their faces and in brightly coloured clothes contrasting well with the town. You might not be allowed to fall asleep, but there’s nothing against closing your eyes for a second or two.

The image of glinting yellow eyes and a fanged smile pop up and you quickly open your eyes. You don’t know why your heart beats so loud at the mere thought of him, thoughts in which his lips are full and painted red, and his bright smile is stretched upon them. Sometimes, the thought of him is in gentle washes, his hand fixing your hair, or a flirty smile when you dare stumble upon him on a particularly sleepless night. You shake your head to get rid of the thought. That is not love. Some sort of embarrassing attraction, maybe. However, the friendship you have is worse.

“I see you’re a slacker as always.”

Your grandmother’s voice breaks you out of your cycle of thoughts and you’re almost grateful.

“I sold approximately zero sweets,” you snort. “Why can’t we just do away with the shop?”

“You’re starting to sound like your mother,” your grandma calls from behind one of the counters, distaste ringing clear in her voice.

You sigh. “Fine, but… you work way too hard to make these for them to not sell.”

“Maybe they would sell if a certain little lady would stay and help.”

You groan, leaning your head back. “You know I have work in the city.”

Your grandmother waves her hand about, dismissing your reasoning. She fiddles around in the shadows for a bit before coming forward with more boxes than she should be able to hold.

“You don’t have to feel too guilty. Yuta’s been helping out,” your grandmother informs fondly. “You could learn a thing or two from him.”

You’re not the superstitious sort and yet still, your heart beats faster. For him, or for the bad omens foxes bring to a household—you don’t know.

You scoff instead. “He’s not as great a guy as you think, grandma. He can be really mean too!”

“Oh, I doubt that. Have you seen his smile? Impossible.” Your grandmother waves it off before drawing nearer, voice hushed without reason. “Have you thought about it then? He is handsome, isn’t he?”

“Grandma.”

You’re not sure what old women go through in their youth that makes them something of a matchmaker in their later years. You think the whole ordeal is messed up. There is no way you’re going to stick your nose into your grandchildren’s love life; it’s gross.

“These should be enough for the children, no?” Your grandmother asks and you look up.

“You’re giving them away for free?” you question, furrowing your eyebrows. “And you talk about bad business.”

She places her hand on her hip, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re going to lecture your grandmother?”

You raise your hands up in defeat, standing up to help her with the red boxes of acorn candy and paper wraps of roasted chestnuts. You end up with the entire load in your arms, your grandmother happily shuffling about as she locks up the store.

You turn sharply at the surprised sound behind you. The evening has settled in and glowing lanterns bring forward the evidence, the darkening streets flooding with round droplets of light.

But it is not the festival you are looking at.

Yuta looks somewhat serene, your cheeks heating up despite yourself. You look at him with bated breath, hoping the boxes obscure your face enough to make the vaguely positive emotions less evident. The dark red jacket draped over his shoulder does not look out of place—in fact, he fits in so well you would’ve mistaken him for another face in the crowd if he weren’t stupidly gorgeous. He looks at you with no strong emotion in the eyes before breaking into a smile; and when his hand strokes the top of your head as a greeting, he seems fond. He always does.

“Grandma,” he calls with his best smile, turning to the old woman.

Your grandmother doesn’t need any more convincing of his character.

“Oh, there you are! Did I tell you (name)’s back? I wanted to break the news to you earlier. Ah…I must have forgotten.”

You glance from Yuta to her. Is this another one of her tricks and tests?

“She’s always here this time of the year,” he responds, laughing politely.

“Ah, you remembered,” she says, eyes crescent as she smiles back. “Help her with the boxes. The city has made her so frail.”

“I’m good,” you choke on the words, hurriedly moving away and almost dropping one of the boxes.

You slip on your sandals and scurry off faster, wishing he’d just stay behind. He always has. The air makes you shiver but you’re adamant; and it’s not the only trait of yours to make relationships fail.

“You know, you should be nicer to old friends.”

You try not to react when Yuta takes the boxes from you, matching your pace almost effortlessly.

“I thought foxes ran away once they’re found out,” you snap, reluctantly letting him take the packages.

Yuta rolls his eyes. “I see you still aren’t very fond of me.”

“Not when you’re tricking my grandmother like this,” you hiss.

“You call helping trickery?” he retaliates.

“Foxes bring bad business,” you mutter.

“I’m the reason your grandmother’s business is somewhat above the water.”

You sigh, exasperated. There’s no point in wasting your breath. You look away, crossing your arms as you walk, the silence between the two of you suddenly awkward. Even so, you’re not going to open your mouth for him.

“Would you two slow down?” your grandmother calls, voice weary. “We’re already there.”

The two of you halt in your tracks immediately, taking mellow steps back to her. She looks over the two of you with furrowed eyebrows and you try to think of an explanation when she starts laughing.

“Oh, I don’t mind the two of you flirting,” she says, littered with slow laughter. “Just make sure the food is where it’s supposed to be.”

You’re about to refute when Yuta laughs, the sound still boyish and lively. “Of course. (name) missed me so much this year, she couldn’t help herself.”

You give him a pointed look which he ignores, deliberately or not. “We- I wasn’t—”

“Grandmother, if you’ll give us permission,” he interrupts, settling the packages on the table by the food stall and smiling wide. “We’ll go enjoy the festival now.”

She bobs her head in affirmation and Yuta grabs your hand to pull you into the bustling street, your silent plea for help ignored by your smug grandmother.

“What are you doing?” you ask, slipping your hand from his. “You aren’t- You aren’t trying to eat my liver, are you?”

“Why the liver? Can’t I have the rest of you too?”

It’s not like you were particularly alarmed but his response makes you feel a flush of embarrassment.

“It’s been a year since I last saw you,” he says before his voice turns a shade cooler. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

You fall silent. The overthinking started last year too. Your thoughts and dreams, so easily pervaded by him and all it took was one sentence.

“We should get married.”

“Why did you even think I’d agree to that?” You try not to get too flustered. He knows all your petty weaknesses and you’d rather not have them on display for him to stare and pick at. “What the fuck would I get out of marrying you?”

Yuta whistles. “I like your tongue. But—yes, to answer your question, you’d get a very handsome and capable husband. Your bed will always be warm and oh, speaking of beds—”

You clamp your hand over his mouth at the suggestive look he sends, worried about being spotted by one of your school friends. Ah, right—friends, the very same people that smell of jealousy and won’t miss any opportunity to throw a jab your way. Friends. You can’t believe you’re still afraid of their judgement.

“And why do you want to get married to me?” you ask, looking into his eyes.

There’s a pause, filled with the chatter of the crowd.

“You look like you’re afraid of finding someone,” he speaks finally, ignoring your question. “Or is it the other way around?”

You roll your eyes, ready to walk off when he grabs your wrist to pull you closer to his chest. It draws some looks from nearby people, your eyes darting from face to face in fear. You take a deep breath and look at Yuta again, almond eyes distracting.

“People will think we’re lovers,” you whisper, almost a hiss.

“What’s wrong with that?”

You breathe out in disbelief. “You’re really something.”

“What? Why did you always come to meet me then? Behind the keyaki tree?”

“It wasn’t for you,” you lie quickly. “I had nothing better to do.”

Pining after a fox? You could never have feelings for him. Even so, your answer comes off childish and silly, and somehow he’s the only one to be able to draw that side of you—the you that is messy and unprepared.

Yuta smiles in return. “You think people can’t fall in love with us the same way they fall in love with most everything.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“How conservative of you,” he leaves with an airy remark, but not before urging you to follow him.

The sizzling sound of food being fried and the knocking, clicking sound of children playing games, all these forgotten sounds grow louder and for a second, if only you let yourself, you could close your eyes and it would be just like your first date.

No. It’s different. You look up, eyes trailing over Yuta’s back, his golden hair, how his figure moves with ease and confidence.

It is different.

You raise an eyebrow at the box of takoyaki Yuta shoves towards you, an expecting look across his face.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, an uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice.

You hum in response, taking the box from him and saving yourself the trouble of asking whether he paid for it or simply charmed his way through.

“Eh, no thank you?” he complains. “How polite.”

You scrunch your nose to accompany an exaggerated smile and he laughs, the two of wandering over the asphalt streets. Your hands are close enough to brush—and if a twenty-something year-old woman can feel jittery because of it, hands truly are meant to share warmth. The smell of candy and caramel fills the air, making you smile. You’ve saved enough for the taste of home, you think.

The taste of home.

Inevitably, the thought of kissing your companion crosses your mind and you stop in your tracks. Whatever. It must be natural when someone as attractive is beside you. Those aren’t feelings. You curse yourself for feeling like a teenager again.

The festival grounds aren’t as shabby as you expect them to be. The city,—if you could call this one—stops here and the earth spreads out to the forest behind. The crowd also thins, and you take a fresh breath. They’re selling old books in the corner, but no one seems to be there.

“The raccoon dogs,” Yuta whispers in your ear, with an arcane smile. “Want to visit those rascals?”

You roll your eyes. He knows you’ve heard one too many folktales for a lifetime, seen one too many. It’s time to go home, especially now that the thought of thanking him crosses your mind. You’re about to turn when your shoulder crashes into someone else’s. A surprised, syrupy smile greets you, which you cannot return for the first few moments. Yui’s smile wavers and you flash her a quick smile. A friend. Her arm is looped through her lover’s, the one she never shuts up about and suddenly the urge to pour water over her head returns.

Yuta glances from you to her before pressing his lips together, as if suppressing laughter. You’re almost offended when Yui laughs flippantly.

“You’re on a date too? I knew you couldn’t stand spending the festival alone,” she says, tugging her lover closer.

People have always told you who you are and what you do. As if they know better.

You smile awkwardly. “It’s… actually not—”

“Oh, don’t be shy.” She gently pats your shoulder before leaning in. “He’s a real catch. As expected from you. You can never leave the boys alone.”

You know what she really means. You’ve heard the same words in high school when she was shoving you into a wall behind the school. The sickening smile is still on her face.

You gulp, feeling sixteen again. The lack of people around somehow makes it more awkward and you’re about to excuse yourself when suddenly, Yuta bumps into Yui and his warm drink spills over her left shoulder. Your eyes widen, more in confusion. When did he leave? You don’t doubt his ability to sneak past people, but surely you couldn’t have been so enraptured in your own feelings that you barely noticed.

“I’m so sorry,” Yuta says, voice honeyed with surprise.

Yui looks like she’s about to explode when she looks at him, her expression dropping to a calmer one almost immediately.

It’s an easy look to recognize. They always have it when they first meet Yuta, whether it’s the smile that’s too dazzling or the pretty round eyes.

How persuasive, those eyes.

“Ah… I must have not seen you,” she says faintly, and Yuta’s smile widens.

Before he can stir up more trouble, you slip your arm into his and pull him away, not caring for another polite apology to an old, almost nameless face.

“I was having fun,” Yuta complains, voice still smug and calm.

You glare at him and it only seems to add fuel to the fire, to whatever cold fire dances at his fingertips.

“You’re happy, right? Don’t look at me like that. You should reward me.”

You don’t respond, looking away and hoping to get at least a word in about how troublesome he is every single time you visit. Yuta has other plans, however. Leaning his head to look you in the eye, he maintains a distance which looks perfectly decent but feels less than so.

“How about a kiss? I deserve one, don’t I?” He moves his head closer to yours, making you shy away.

You grab him by the belt and pretend to not catch a glimpse of the pleased look on his face as you drag him into a secluded part by the forest.

It’s quieter here, so much that you can almost hear your own heart drumming in your chest, and the faint light of the distant festival grounds doesn’t help much at all. It’s dark as dusk, and you can only make out Yuta’s jawline and a faint smirk over his lips. You think that if a fox ever wanted to eat your liver, this would be the perfect spot.

“You did something,” you finally utter the words. “You did something to me.”

“Why do you think I did something? Do you mean love?” he responds with a cheeky smile. “This means you’ve been thinking about me? How cute—”

“Yuta, stop it,” you warn.

“Or what? You should stop me yourself.”

You grab the lapels of his jacket, the cloth bunching as your knuckles turn white. The anger you feel isn’t the first of its kind—it’s just a little funny how it’s always Yuta every time, making you remember the burning feeling time and time again. You find yourself unable to respond.

“Oh, don’t hold back,” he provokes, leaning in.

You push at his chest in exasperation, but he grabs your wrists before you can retract your hands.

“Scared?” he whispers.

You pull apart anyway, a scowl over your lips. “You’re as annoying as ever. Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Ooh! Sharp claws. You’d be lovely as my fox-bride.” he teases.

Your face flares with heat. “I’m not your… I’m not a fox.”

“I didn’t say a fox, I said—”

“I know what you said,” you snap, massaging your wrist so you don’t have to look at him.

Yuta falls quiet for a moment, voice lower when he speaks again.

“Is it so nasty to be called a fox? There are worse things, you know.”

You scoff, growing increasingly annoyed. “Of course you’d say that. I hate it. I hate this town. I hate foxes and I hate you.”

Yuta places a hand over his chest, gasping with no emotion. Your eyes linger over his long, painted nails a little longer before you meet his eyes. A part of you regrets saying the words but you couldn’t help it. The shroud choking your hometown makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs every time you’re here. You hate this place.

But you don’t hate him, after all.

You try to clear yourself of the thought. A gentle gust of wind brings you back to the present, Yuta still glancing at you with no giveaway to what he’s feeling.

“You wouldn’t make a terrible fox though,” he says, eyes sharp. “Don’t they know you’re a vixen already? How many livers will you eat?”

You suck in a breath, tears stinging at your eyes. However, it’s not like you to get so easily affected by him. No. No, somehow that doesn’t make sense either. Those words do hurt from Yuta and you’re not sure if it’s just because he's the only one you didn’t expect them from.

“You…”

“What? Aren’t you going to lash at me again? You’re so predictable.”

His voice is calm despite your obvious annoyance and you feel flames lick at your heart. Your hand moves before you can think, about to meet his cheek when he grabs your wrist. You struggle, trying to pull free but to no avail and you use the other hand to hit him in the chest. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t bother him and that same feline smile curves up his lips.

You feel something you haven’t before, a warm growl at the pit of your stomach.

You push with all your strength, catching Yuta off guard and he stumbles backward but not before pulling you into him. Consequently, either of you lose footing and land on the grass with a sudden thud, Yuta’s side pressed against yours. His hands still clutch your wrist, and he shifts to hover over you.

“We used to wrestle like this as a litter,” he says, erupting into full laughter. “Ah, memories. I don’t even know if they’re alive or dead now.”

Yuta is much stronger than he looks, and he’s taken your tantrum as a source of amusement much to your infuriation. He has your hands pinned back, eyes unaffected as he scans over your face. You try to shift but there’s just too much weight on you. You breathe slowly, chest rising and falling in time with his. His earrings sway gently in the wind, dangling a few inches above you—he’s pretty, so pretty. Admitting defeat has never been your forte but now that your senses are gathering again, you feel a flush of embarrassment for losing your temper.

Or perhaps, it is something else when you register the lack of distance between your noses.

“Playtime’s over,” Yuta coos. “You’re kinda cute when you’re losing.”

He tilts his head, an adoring smile over his lips. For a moment, they’re all you see.

Can a fox comfort you? Can a fox make you feel loved on the darkest of nights? Your mind races with questions your heart does not want to answer.

Yuta leans in to close the distance and despite every nerve in your body, you turn your head away. You can hear him gulp, the following moments painfully quiet before he gets up. Your breath is soft and shallow, lying on the ground till you get enough courage to sit up.

You almost gasp. His tails are clearer under the dim moonlight, all nine of them golden and luxurious. The light hitting his face isn’t any less flattering and once again you are reminded of how handsome he is, fairytale or not.

Yuta looks uncomfortable, and that’s a first for you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, though you don’t know why.

He waves his hand dismissively, annoyed.

“Yuta,” you take a step forward.

“I see the way you look at me,” he says quietly, “Is it not want?”

You fall silent, biting your lip so you don’t retort violently. He doesn’t look particularly malicious when he says that but you do not want to give him the satisfaction of an answer yet.

He quietens for a moment before a look of curiosity flashes across his features.

“What is it then?” he asks. “Is it a secret? Foxes love secrets. Tell me.”

Despite every bone in your body burning up, you find it in yourself to laugh.

“I don’t think I could keep a secret from you if I tried,” you finally say, before bursting into soft laughter again.

Yuta looks at you puzzled, lips parted while he stands frozen as if he were a painting. A daunting, reckless, heavenly painting.

“It’s not want,” you answer quietly. “It’s more than that. Even if I hated it. I like you.”

Yuta’s ears perk up at your confession. “So- so you admit, then? You are interested?”

“I could blame you for this, you know?” You shrug, hugging yourself once the night starts to feel cold again. Yuta begins to take off his jacket when you stop him, gently pressing your palm against his chest.

“You’re a fox, after all,” you whisper. “Like me. What they think of me.”

Yuta purses his lips. “Does it really hurt you? No, wait. Did they- did they—”

“Now, you tell me,” you cut him off. “Why do you insist on getting married—to me?”

There’s a pause. The crickets chirp a merry tune despite the leisurely darkness of the night.

“You’re not terrible,” he says, nonchalantly.

You glare at him and he raises his hands in defeat. He looks wearier the more you look at him.

“I want to grow old,” he mumbles after a long pause. “Properly.”

You hold your breath.

“And you want to do it with me?”

Another flower blooms in your chest, as if he hasn’t planted a garden in there already. The lights from the festival flicker down, the lanterns burning brighter in the distance. He glances at them for a moment, your eyes still fixated on him.

The tails glow even brighter in the dark, as if gold in broad daylight. You’ve always been curious about him and his kind, all the stories; but he says he’s too old to remember if you ask.

You reach out to touch one of the tails, wondering if the fur is as warm as it looks. They’re pale and captivating, but they look so soft—they shouldn’t belong to an animal so vicious. Is he, though? Is he all that you think he is or have all these years failed you? If anything, he’s quite probably not as much a fox as you are, you think bitterly.

The fur is warm, but the realization is short-lived.

A short growl leaves the corner of his mouth. Yuta glares at you like he was stolen from and yet, you do not move your hand. Some part of you wants to aggravate him further.

“I’m not a pet,” he snaps. “Stop that.”

“You should stop me yourself,” you mimic his voice.

Yuta’s shoulders relax, and he looks down but you can still see the trembling smile on his face. It’s the way he looks at you, you think to yourself, maybe that's the reason after all.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say, feeling warmer than the autumn night should allow.

“Like what?” he asks, still smiling.

You look away.

“You’re not too fox-like, you know?” you mumble. “You’re just annoying. And flirty. And annoying.”

Yuta chuckles, before pressing his palm to the top of your head.

“And you’re lovely.”

You give in to the gesture of affection, leaning your head to press against his shoulder.

“Why do you even do all this? What do you get out of it?” you say, voice muffled. He hears you clearly, however.

“Because I love you,” he responds, as if coming to terms with it himself. “More than you think.”

There is no joke, no flirtation to his tone, no decoration upon his words. It’s plain, and laid bare. And sometimes, simplicity is scariest.

You pull back, lips pulled into a frown. The air is cold once more; the longing for warmth flowing into you. The silence is worse.

“You don't believe foxes can fall in love,” he states softly upon a wavering smile. “I knew that. Of course.”

A part of him believes it too.

“I…” you begin, and for the first time, you are afraid of promises in the name of love. You are the one making them now.

“I’ll believe you,” you whisper, “I’ll believe you so please… please take care of me.”

You place your palm against his cheek, his skin bewitchingly warm.

“Only if you take care of me,” he whispers back, leaning in.

This time, you do not move.

The lovers’ kiss you’d been searching for—lovers’ warmth, lovers’ comfort—all of it comes crashing down once Yuta tightens his arm around your waist, the other hand resting gently at the base of your neck. He kisses with the right amount of pressure, the vague taste of sweet berries in his mouth.

You used to fear his touch, like he would eat you whole; even if they have been gentle, always. This time, you might as well let him. He presses his lips from your cheek to jaw to neck, lingering at each spot enough to make you clutch at his shirt tighter, taking in short gasps of breath. You kiss for a little longer, like time means nothing.

“We should go back,” you whisper, pulling apart.

Yuta kisses you again, the distance unacceptable.

“Yuta—”

He kisses you once more, your calls falling on deaf ears.

Finally, after another long kiss, he pulls apart enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

“It must have been hard for you,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you scoff.

“Foxes are faithful lovers, you know?” he insists.

You laugh. “What do you mean?”

“It means I’ll follow you everywhere.”

He stands up straight, his thumb stroking your cheek as he bites back a smile.

“I don’t think we should get back tonight,” he suggests all of a sudden. “We could book a hotel. That’s the place you use these days, right? I’m sure your grandmother will understand your absence—”

You groan, resting your forehead against his shoulder and he presents a delighted laugh in return. It is warm by his side; he is warm. You find it easy to forget the failures in love, the loneliness of a lover that isn’t meant to be yours. Folktales are just long tales, after all. You smile to yourself.

You should’ve known—it was the fox all along.

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lovely-dr-imagines · 4 years ago

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Makoto, Leon, Nagito, and Byakuya with an S/O who is obsessed with playing with their hair:

✾ Hello my lovely! Thank you for the request! I’ll try my best on it! :D ✾

✾ Under the Cut! ✾

✾ ahem, just noticed I have no other happy icons for me other than the one holding the camera or the blushing mahiru... 0-0 oh well im lazy so qjiwshudf guess whos not gonna make new ones bc i like the ones i already made :D? Plus I think I have another happy one hidden somewhere in my camera roll ijdfhygf ✾

✾ Makoto Naegi:

✎ He didn’t notice it at first.

✎ Yeah I know, that’s stupid, but he really didn’t notice-

✎ That was until you started twirling his ahoge-

✎ His face blushed up and he turned around to see you, who looked surprised and taken aback- (AHOGES GUYS, THEY ARE SENSITIVE (opinion))

✎ “...”

✎ “Sorry...?”

✎ Overtime the Makoto became more comfortable to your little massages and hair playing.

✎ One time, you made a tiny braid from his hair like Kyoko’s!

✎ However, again, he doesn’t notice until he walks to go somewhere and someone points out his hair or if he can see his reflection-

✎ AND NEITHER DO YOU-

✎ Huh?

✎ Yeah you heard me correctly ya know-

✎ You’ll somehow go to him and started playing with his brown hair.

✎ Both of you become surprised-

✎ ANYWAYS-

✎ He really likes your scalp massages-

✎ Seriously, like any normal person, he loves it-

✎ It feels GOOD-

✎ One day, after your signature message of his scalp, his hair somehow grew-

✎ And he didn’t want to get a haircut-

✎ Because he knew you would like more hair to play with <3

✎ When the two of you cuddle or even something small like hugging, you twirl his hair around your finger if you can.

✎ He finds you playing with his hair calming and soothing.

✎ This egg fell asleep once when you were playing with his hair...

✎ And literally 10 minutes later, his head dropped to the right unexpectedly (you were watching TV) and your fingers got tangled-

✎ You have no idea why-

✎ But I guess he can get that haircut now-

✾ Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

✎ Unlike Makoto, this stiff man took notice immediately.

✎ “Y/N? What are you dong?”

✎ That sure startled you-

✎ You started prodding at your fingers, trying to think up an answer...

✎ “Do you find comfort playing with my hair?”

✎ Wow he got a bulls eye-

✎ Playing with hair is a common thing for people to do when nervous or anxious (i know from experience, but now that turned into playing with whatever is on my wrist at the moment-)

✎ “Y-yeah...” You answered weakly.

✎ “THAT’S ABSOLUTELY FINE Y/N! YOU CAN KEEP DOING SO IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER!”

✎ That’s your Taka <3

✎ Although his hair is short, it feels nice to scale your fingers across his hair back and forth, creating a nice sensation against your skin.

✎ Surprisingly, his hair, being naturally spiky, is actually pretty soft-

✎ He doesn’t mind whenever you touch his hair, he finds it pretty relaxing too.

✎ Your scalp massages?? He LOVES them. Seriously.

✎ You think being a hall monitor is EASY? Taka has to deal with bullies and delinquents skipping classes and argues with people who are even just a minute later for class...

✎ So you can imagine how much stress in on him.

✎ Maybe he’ll consider growing his hair out for you...

✎ Or maybe not...

✎ OH GOD THE THOUGHT OF TAKA WITH LONG HAIR KIND OF SCARES ME-

✎ WHY DID I THINK THIS UP I DONT LIKE THAT IDEA, LET ME PERISH THE THOUGHT-

✎ Nah, I think he likes his hair short, no?

✎ Yeah, just ruffling his short hair is good enough...

✎ Good enough for him to start developing a habit of playing with your hair when the two of you cuddle, hug, or are juts generally near each other.

✎ It doesn’t bother either of you-

✎ Any why would it?

✎ Both of you enjoy it so what’s the harm?

✎ If you are waiting for me to say the harm, there really isn’t any-

✾ Leon Kuwata:

✎ He probably played with your hair first.

✎ Then you did the same thing-

✎ Both of you guys couldn’t help it-

✎ Both of yous have the same thing-

✎ Leon probably plays with hair when he’s distressed or frustrated, like if he failed an assignment or couldn’t find the confidence to make a band for the first time so he can actually be related to music for the first time.

✎ You probably play with hair when you are nervous.

✎ When the two of you started dating, you sat next to each other and started talking about random stuff when Leon unconsciously started playing with your hair-

✎ That’s how you figured out he was like you-

✎ Ish?

✎ Idk-

✎ But he was nervous and/or frustrated at himself for being called a wuss before this little date.

✎ Now, both of you don’t mind playing with each other’s hair. Like Taka’s headcanons, whenever you and Leon cuddle, hug, or just in near proximity to each other, hair twirling and other doodads will commence-

✎ Scalp massages don’t really help Leon, but he enjoys them nonetheless. He’ll ask for them if he feels really down or stressed.

✎ He’ll also give YOU scalp massages if you want them. However, you obviously like playing with his hair better-

✎ Once, Leon jokingly said that he would cut his hair if he find one more tangle in his locks-

✎ You took it quite seriously though-

✎ And no tangles would be found the next day, or the next, or the day after that.

✎ His hair has been conditioned by you 0-0

✎ HOW YOU DID IT?

✎ You will play with his hair if it’s the last thing you do.

✎ The time where both of you play with each other’s hair the most is during studies or homework.

✎ Both of you would go sit next to another and go focus on your own assignments.

✎ and the two of yous would eventually go to sleep...

✎ On each other...

✎ Hand on each other’s head, entwining the hair in between your fingers.

✎ When the two of you wake up...

✎ His hand isn’t tangled in your hair...

✎ BUT YOUR HAND IS STUCK IN HIS HAIR-

✎ “I guess we have to cut my hair-”

✎ you started crying immediately-

✎ LEON FIX THEM-

✾ Nagito Komeada:

✎ When you first reached for his head, he instinctively spun his head around to face you-

✎ “S/O? What are you doing? Don’t tell me you were planning on breaking my neck so trash like me won’t exist anymore! Actually, I wouldn’t mind if that’s what you were going to do!” he chuckled with an innocent smile, “But could you tell me what you were planning to do with my head?”

✎ Well-

✎ That scared you-

✎ he has some good reflexes to hear you go up to him-

✎ but this has got you flustered-

✎ “U-Uhm... I was gonna play with your hair? It looks fluffy,” you mumbled, though Nagito heard you.

✎ “Oh... If that’s the problem, I don’t mind. Mess up my hair and do whatever with it! I doubt you would like my hair though!” he giggled again, same low-self esteem as ever <3

✎ As you touched his hair, it was exactly what you expected.

✎ It was soft and surprisingly silky.

✎ Since his hair is long you make some pretty nice hairstyles.

✎ Braids are a must for this man’s hair.

✎ Not even to mention simple styles, like a ponytail (TOTALLY A REFERENCE TO THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY PICTURE, ABSOLUTELY, I NEED TO MENTION THIS, I CAN’T GET OVER HIS HAIRRR)

✎ Unlike what the other boys did, Nagito does not play with your hair, no matter how tempting.

✎ His hands do not deserve to touch your hair-

✎ Though he may have played with it once...

✎ Okay maybe twice-

✎ Though, it was only twice... and on accident-

✎ His luck did it-

✎ He swears that it wasn’t him and his own free will-

✎ It was his luck-

✎ I mean, he was walking, tripped onto you, and his hand managed to run through your hair-

✎ And then it happened again a few days after-

✎ Those were the only times-

✎ Your scalp massages are... difficult-

✎ Why you may ask?

✎ His hair is too long-

✎ And whenever you go into his hair, it somehow gets tangled with you hand.

✎ I don’t make the rules for his hair-

✎ It just gets tangled easily-

✎ But you don’t ever want him to cut it-

✎ Like, ever-

✎ You’ll manage-

✎ But, uh oh, another Makoto scenario happens and WHOOPS now he had to get a haircut-

✎ Nagito isn’t happy about it either, just know that-

✎ He isn’t happy about it because it brought you despair, c’mon now-

✎ He’ll cuddle your though after so you feel better though :D

✎ So...

✎ Not a total loss :D

✾ Byakuya Togami:

✎ Honestly, you guys were on national T.V.

✎ Seriously. You guys were literally on T.V. because of the news anchors rampaging into Hope’s Peak once.

✎ It was an unlucky day for Byakuya-

✎ His hair was... Not cooperating with him that day.

✎ Not like you cared-

✎ Okay maybe a little bit-

✎ ...

✎ It got on your nerves-

✎ So you literally sat up, got in front of him, not being subtle about it whatsoever, and you said, “Let me fix your hair.”

✎ Nothing else was said. He just... nodded and closed his eyes.

✎ Granting you this permission, you started stroking his hair and trying to fix it. Taking off his glasses and ruffling his blonde locks a little, you started fixing it.

✎ Then a bunch of men and women broke down the door-

✎ You were not expecting that. You flinched and knocked your forehead against Byakuya’s-

✎ “OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Byakuya shouted, obviously oblivious to the multiple cameras on the other side of the room.

✎ “S-Sorry!” You yelled, backing away from him in a rush, though your couldn’t get far.

✎ Yes, again-

✎ Your hands were stuck in his hair.

✎ Great-

✎ As Sakura, Aoi, Makoto, and many others such as Leon told the people to get out, you were struggling on how to get your hands out of his lovely golden hair...

✎ Not as bad now...

✎ “What are you doing?” He asked, a bit of embarrassment on his face.

✎ Unconsciously you started giving his head a massage-

✎ WhOoPs-

✎ “Oh! Sorry again, I’ll stop-”

✎ “N-no no... Keep going...” He closed his eyes again as your fingers ran through his hair and pushed against his scalp.

✎ Would you believe me if I said you two weren’t dating yet in this moment?

✎ Because you guys weren’t-

✎ Eventually, your hands got untangled and his gorgeous hair was saved.

✎ Days after, Byakuya offered you to be his significant other.

✎ And, duh, you said YES-

✎ Though he isn’t big on PDA, me makes up for it when he allows you to play with his hair. Just twirling it around your finger makes you happy and your smile? He cannot resist it.

✎ It was the first cute thing he had ever thought was cute-

✎ He lets you do those scalp massages all the time, c’mon, he has work to do and he hides all the stress, lets face that fact-

✎ By the way, tidy up his hair any day. If one strand of hair isn’t the way you like it, you can change it and he won’t get mad. Not in the slightest :D

✎ Byakuya loves how you make hairstyles for him, though he won’t tell.

✎ But some of them... Can burn. Not his hair, his hair shall not burn, but those hideous designs? Yeah those can burn.

✎ He’ll still let you do his hair that way if you want though-

Welp! I hope you liked this? It’s kinda short (for all of them of course) but I had no motivation to make this (aka i kinda liked this prompt so i did it, with the leftover of my motivation still in me :’D)

✾ Mod Mahiru ✾

✾ Snap Snap! Remember to Smile! ✾

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fuwahiko · 4 years ago

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NOT ME TAKING LITERAL DAYS TO FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH BACKSTORY I WANTED TO GIVE THIS AND ACCIDENTALLY CLOSING THE APP AND LOSING WHAT I HAD WHEN I WAS FINALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE I-

Im a disaster but i finally got my head on straight alright HERE'S SOME OUMOTA FOR YA

SO. The V3 kids have gone on the town to hang out. Why? They were sick of always going to Amami's house. They needed a change of scenery. What are they doing? Karaoke? Bowling? Who knows. But they're all making fun of each other.

Their collective love language towards each other is bullying.

At some point, a lot of people get hungry. Miu, for some ungodly reason, yells at Kokichi to go and order for them. And bring the food down when it's done. For some even ungodlier reason, Kokichi agrees. Without an argument. Not even an insult.

He does kiss Kaito while flipping everyone off before walking off, but now everyone's scared of what the gremlin's planning. Only Kaito's safe if Kokichi's got something planned. Boyfriend priveleges work...sometimes.

With Kokichi, he's waiting for everyone's food when someone shouts his name...or something close to it. Intrigued, he turns around and immediately tenses up. But only slightly.

It his ex-boyfriend. Kokichi never wanted to see this ex (who i call Fuckface McAsshole) again. It wasn't healthy, and when he tried to break it off, said ex lost it and dragged shit out for a week and a half. Kokichi was about to turn and rush towards Kaito and the others, because safety in numbers (plus Kaito could throw a mean punch), but the ex got there first. He had also accidentally left his phone on the table with the others.

There was no calling for help. Kokichi was stuck.

So he was forced to play the long game. He didn't wanna make a scene in such a public place. He let his ex talk and talk and talk while retaining none of what he was saying. When the ex noticed Kokichi wasn't listening, he commented. ("...why aren't you listening to me, Ko? Got somewhere better to be? With people that actually want you around? Fucking doubt it.")

When he hears that, Kokichi snaps. Not completely, but enough to get snappy

"Actually, my friends and boyfriend are waiting on their food. I'm here to get their food. And I can't hear the person calling out numbers because of your blabbering. So be quiet."

Kokichi knew he shouldn't have snapped. He knew as soon as his ex's eyes widened, then narrowed. He'd never admit it, but that look made him slightly nervous.

From there, everything escalates very quickly. Quicker than Kokichi anticipated. It's about to get real ugly in two seconds. And everyone's going to hear and stare at whatever's going to go down.

......soooooo now i hand it off to you. What exactly happens between Kokichi and his ex? How do the V3 kids find out about all this, and how do they react? How does Kokichi react after that fiasco? And what do they all (extra emphasis on Kaito bc Oumota) do to try and comfort and/or cheer up Kokichi after THAT?

(Did i listen to "Happier than Ever" by Billie Eilish when i thought of this...maybe i did and maybe i didn't. You can't prove anything.)

this is a really interesting scenario! kokichi feeling so backed up into a corner like that is certainly unusual, for one thing.

ok ok so I like the idea of like, kokichi trying to work on himself a lot. dude needs therapy. and in this au I can see it being the case that kokichi has been working through stuff a lot and has managed to become so close with everyone because of that - like I'm sure in a non despair au he wouldn't be quite so... ~the way that he is~ anyway, but he'd likely still have a lot of issues and struggle to get along with everyone at first, but then with some encouragement from someone he trusts and gets along with more (kaito? maybe someone else? maybe it's more of a slowburn with him getting closer to kaito?) he'd eventually start going to therapy and start slowly working on himself, as well as starting over with some people he maybe started off on the wrong foot with before. it might take some time, but eventually even the people that really didn't get along with him start to open up a little and try to understand him more, and he does the same for them. everyone sees how hard kokichi is trying, and he's really changing for the better, and that inspires them to work on themselves too and it brings everyone a lot closer.

so. when kokichi's ex shows up, it stirs all of this awfulness inside of him, all of this bitterness. it ends up starting to pull at the worst things within kokichi, trying to bring it all to the surface, and kokichi is trying his hardest to stop himself from saying something horrible, from making a scene, from making every stranger in the area turn to look at him with that look that makes him want to disappear. he's trying so hard not to fall back into old habits and old behaviours; he's been working so hard and finally things are looking up for once.

but then he slips up.

he knew he shouldn't have said anything, but his ex wasn't going to leave him alone anyway, and suppressing his own emotions was getting too difficult, so he had to do something. but now his ex was glaring at him even more than before, and kokichi could feel the rage radiating from him, and he immediately regretted ever opening his mouth. but he'd already come this far, and his ex had backed him so far into the corner that all kokichi could do was bite back just as hard.

kokichi's ex raised his voice, and it was like the floodgates had been opened. everything he was saying was blurring together into an endless string of sharp needles that pierced into kokichi, targeting all of his weak points, hurting him over and over, each needle piercing deeper than the last. kokichi snapped back, his own voice just as loud, throwing insult after insult and trying to dig up all that he could think of to hurt him back, trying to find just the right words to hurt his ex even deeper than he had hurt him, all the while a smirk spread across his face as kokichi pretended like he was enjoying himself, enjoying this conflict, but with every word he fired back he only felt more hatred towards himself. it was a form of self destruction, and now that he'd started hurting himself, kokichi didn't know how to stop.

just when kokichi felt like his own self hatred was going to swallow him whole, he half-registered footsteps growing louder just out of view. then, before he knew it, suddenly his ex was being lifted off the ground in front of him.

kokichi's eyes widened as he finally processed what he was looking at. it was kaito. kaito was here and he had grabbed the ex by his shirt and lifted him up, a furious expression spread across kaito's face.

"the fuck are you doing to kokichi?!" kaito practically roared as he held his free hand in a fist.

after maybe a brief moment of relief, kokichi felt fear and panic grab hold of him, and when he met eyes with kaito he seemed to immediately understand exactly what he was feeling.

kaito let go, letting kokichi's ex drop and stumble as he found his footing. "sorry. I wasn't gonna do anything, I didn't mean to scare you." kaito looked ashamed now, and he turned away from kokichi for a moment. kaito had been working on himself a lot too, specifically dealing with anger issues and his tendency to resort to violence when things got hard to deal with, and he'd been making a lot of progress. kaito knew he would've decked this guy if kokichi hadn't looked so upset, and he felt horrible about it. he felt awful that he was just reverting back to his usual ways, and he felt even more awful because he'd made kokichi feel worse, even if only for a second. he felt like such a disappointment. kokichi felt horrible too, and he felt like it was his own fault that kaito had gotten so worked up, that if he'd just dealt with his ex in another way then kaito never would've gotten dragged into this. kokichi had brought the worst out of himself, and now he felt he was doing the same to kaito, pulling him down with him.

just then, security showed up and asked them to leave. kokichi and kaito both had the thought of telling them that the ex was the problem and that they'd just been going about their day until he started shit, but neither of them said anything, just left without making any more fuss. they gave them their money back for the food at least, but now the whole thing had just been a waste.

when they grouped up with the others outside again, kaito holding kokichi's hand as they walked, everyone was chatting and laughing together as they had been doing all day, but they all quickly realised something was up as they saw how shaken kokichi looked and how kaito's face was scrunched up with frustration. of course they'd also seen that the two of them were empty handed, but that wasn't their main concern.

"guys? what's wrong?" kaede rushed over to see them, a look of worry spread across her face. kaito squeezed kokichi's hand a little tighter as he told them all what he'd walked in on. he decided to do the talking himself, knowing kokichi was struggling at the moment and not wanting him to have to explain everything on top of that. he didn't really know what had been happening exactly, but he'd gathered that this guy had been kokichi's ex, and he knew he'd started something with kokichi because he knew that kokichi would never start anything like that himself now.

maki suggested they all move to somewhere quieter, so they headed down a nearby street that lead to an open area with a park that was surrounded by a long wall that was low enough to sit on. kaito sat with kokichi on the wall, pulling him in close at his side and wrapping his arm around him firmly, reassuringly. kaede sat on kokichi's other side, speaking gently and offering to let him borrow her earphones to listen to some music to help him calm down. he refused, but he appreciated the thought. himiko sat on the grass at his feet in silence, but he knew her well enough now to know she was trying her best to support him, even if she didn't know what to say or do. shuichi and maki sat down beside kaito, who was calmer now, but concerned for kokichi and still upset with himself.

"it's all my fault..." kokichi mumbled sadly, his head resting against kaito and his hand clinging onto his shirt. "it's not your fault. he started it, didn't he?" kaito questioned, already knowing the answer. "not that. I mean... I got you involved." kaito ran the hand that was holding kokichi up and down gently along his arm to comfort him, his free hand reaching to stroke his hair. "don't worry about that, that's not your fault at all. I shouldn't have lost my cool. ...sorry again about startling you." kokichi shook his head. kaito felt kokichi's body start shaking, and he realised he was crying. "I'm the worst... I'm the worst, I'm the worst, I'm the worst." kokichi cried as he buried his face further and tried to hide away. "nothing's changed, I'm just as shitty and horrible and worthless as I always have been... I should've just... done things different... but I did the same as I always do..."

of course. kaito finally realised the real reason why he was so upset. sure he was upset over his ex showing up and the nasty things he'd been saying, but now that they were away from him he was more upset with himself than anything, because he'd worked so hard and he felt like none of that work had actually gotten him anywhere. he felt like change wasn't possible, because if he'd reacted that way then to him that surely meant that he was exactly the same as he'd always been, despite how much he'd tried.

"hey. that's not true and you know it." kaito was about to continue, but miu interrupted. "yep, that's bullshit. ha! if you think you're terrible, that guy sounds ten times worse! what a loser." gonta also spoke up, obviously very upset that anyone would raise their voice at his friend. "hmm... that not how gentleman should act. should be polite, even if ex doesn't like you."

"kokichi, we can all see how far you've come and how hard you've been working, so please don't beat yourself up over this one time. that guy is the one at fault, he put you in a difficult position, a really difficult position, and you wouldn't have reacted that way otherwise." kaede reassured him. "she's right, you wouldn't do that unless you felt you had no other choice." shuichi agreed as he handed kokichi some tissues. kokichi had calmed down somewhat, but he needed to get his emotions out still, so everyone waited patiently, offering words of support every so often, kaito still holding him and placing a few kisses on the top of his head, until kokichi stopped crying and pulled away, sitting up and drying his eyes.

angie jumped up off of the grass. "we should do something fun!" rantaro looked up at her from where he was sitting. "you mean like a distraction?" "nyahahaha! yes! doing something fun will help kokichi take his mind off things and feel better!" "do you have something in mind?" kiibo asked. angie thought about it for a moment. "hmm... nope!" rantaro sighed. "we shall just have to think of something, and we should also find somewhere else to eat as well." kirumi said as she stood up, dusting off the front and back of her dress.

ideas began getting thrown around and the atmosphere lightened up quickly - everyone chatting and suggesting fun things to do together, kokichi just quietly listening, but feeling a lot more comfortable again and appreciating his friends' efforts to cheer him up. it wasn't too long before kokichi was joining in, though, and everyone was relieved to see him slowly returning to his usual self; a bit immature, sometimes annoying, but funny, sweet, so full of life. kokichi was someone they'd all grown to love, no matter how things might have started out for some of them with him, and he wasn't at all who he thought he was when he was feeling down on himself. they hoped that one day kokichi would finally understand that.

#ask #oumota #ouma kokichi #group #drabble #aaaa ty for the ask!! it was rly fun writing some oumota uwu #I feel like there might be some cw tags needed for this one possibly?#but idk what to tag so lemme know if there's any warnings I should add #long post

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devinescribe · 4 years ago

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Drives With Them

Alice In Borderland

Only doing Chishiya and Niragi because they're the only two who have access to cars hahahahahaha-

This song makes my brain go 'brr'

Chishiya

Warnings: Swearing, arguing

- He hates driving

- Learns it's the only way he can get alone time

- With you

- Can talk about stuff with you, and there's no one else to interrupt

- He usually asks you by spinning the keys around on his finger and saying "Wanna go?"

- He drives pretty nice, honestly

- Hasn't crashed, doesn't make you pray for your life before you get into a car with him.

- Enjoys taking the longest way possible home

- Gives zero fucks if a group need the car for the games

- Usually ends the drive somewhere scenic to watch the sunset or if it's raining, he just parks the car and talks to you

"Wanna go?" Chishiya asked, spinning the keys on his finger, interrupting the conversation you were having with Arisu. "Sure! Sorry Arisu-Kun, gotta go," you said, excusing yourself from the conversation. "No problem. Have fun," Arisu smiled, leaving. You chased after Chishiya, grabbing his hand. He pulled it away and you scoffed. "Jerk," you muttered. "You know who is watching," he whispered back, nodding to Hatter. "And?" You asked as you left the building, heading over to the cars. "He could use it against us. I don't want you in danger because of me," he said, opening the door on the passenger side for you. "What a gentleman," you said rolling your eyes, getting in the car. He shut the door after you, getting in himself on the drivers side.

"I'm sorry," he said into the quiet atmosphere after you two had been driving around the empty streets of Tokyo for a couple minutes. You only huffed, looking out your window. "I'm get that you don't want to make our relationship out there and shit, but I... I have feelings too Chishiya. I want to be able to hold your hand around the Beach, or just show you love in front of other people," you answered, he kept his eyes on the road, listening to your words. "I can understand that. But... you have to understand that I don't want you getting caught in the middle because you're with me," he said after a few seconds. You felt bad about being mad at him, especially when you knew he had good intentions. "I know... I'm sorry Chishiya," you apologized, looking at him. "It's ok. It's upsetting, I get it," he said, slowing down a bit as you got closer to the inner city.

"Sucks there's no radio," you said, holding his left hand on the glove compartment as you two drove around, the argument you had earlier having been talked through. "It's better, in my opinion. We can talk," he said. The sun was setting, the sky painted in an array of pastels, golden sunlight fading from view. You smiled at his response. "You know, when I first met you, I thought you were going to be a bitchy, antisocial, I hate people kind of guy, who would've pushed me off the roof for talking to him, but I'm glad only half of that is true," you giggled. "Oh? Which half is true?" He asked, as you noticed the car slowing down. "The 'I hate people' part. You just have no empathy towards them," you said, leaning on his shoulder. The car had stopped on a bluff that overlooked the ocean. Chishiya got out of the car, telling you to do the same. He climbed up on the hood of the car, making his way to the roof of it. You did the same, sitting besides him. You stared out into the ocean, watching the sunset as he sat besides you. "Beautiful..." he whispered. You looked at him. "It is," you said. "I'm not talking about the sunset. I'm talking about you you know," he said, cupping your face in his hands. You blushed, looking to the side. "I thought you said no PDA?" You asked, looking back at him. "I think... I think I'm willing to protect you if worse comes to worse. Hold my hand around the Beach. Kiss me around the Beach. Do what you want," he said, resting his forehead on yours. You smiled. "If they use us against eachother?" You asked. "If we go down, then we go down together," he said. You laughed, kissing his lips quickly. You kept doing that before he said, "If you're going to kiss me, kiss me." Before kissing you passionately.

Niragi

Warning: Mentions abuse, bullying, swearing, weapons

- I'd personally pray to the gods before I get in a car with him

- Honestly pretty fun

- He goes fast, reckless, but somehow hasn't crashed

- He loves driving with you because it makes you both forget everything

- Asks you by going "Im going for a drive. You coming with me doll?"

- Late night drives after games that were especially hard on either one of you

- You had CDS and got the radio to work somehow. (Yes he helped)

- I feel like he's a car guy for some reason?

- Like, he knows his way around cars. But would rather drive them

- You know those cars that don't have a roof? It's just open? Yeah, those are his favorite.

- Ends drives with driving around slowly while you two talk about anything and everything

You sat anxiously awaiting the arrival of Niragi's group for the games. Your leg bounced up and down, scanning the groups that walked in. You swallowed thickly, trying to rid your head of the dark thoughts. You two hadn't been put in the same group for tonight, as the militals all got split up.

You heard a couple girls whispering and laughing. You glanced at them out of the corner of your eye, and listened in to what the were saying. "She's so heartless when others loose people, but there she is anxiously awaiting her boyfriend's return," one of them laughed. "I hope Niragi dies so she can feel how others feel," the other responded with a giggle. You growled, grabbing your riffle, walking towards both of them. "Oi, if I were both of you I'd stop talking," you threatened, pointing your gun at them. They tensed up. "W-we didn't do anything!" One of them stuttered. "I fucking heard you. Bitch, I'm not deaf, you want me to feel pain as if I haven't before," you said darkly, glaring at them. "I lost my best friend when I first came into the games, I don't have family here, he's all I have left. You two think I haven't felt the pain of losing someone important to me because you don't know me, so shut the hell up," you said angrily, putting the barrel of your gun facing towards the floor. You gathered yourself again, walking back to where you were sitting. "I still hope he dies though... he's such a dick, I don't know why she stays with him," you hear one of them say. "Okay, that's it," you shouted, turning back to them. "You think I won't fucking shoot either one of you?! I'm not fucking scared to do so! And if Niragi doesn't come back then I'll just kill one of your boy toys and see how you like it! He's not... he's not a bad person. So shut up about people you don't know!" You yelled, getting angrier by the minute. "Well I bet he's already dead anyways! It's what both of you deserve for using so many of us as pawns in the games! You need to feel pain, and he deserves to die!" The other girl yelled. "He's not dead! He doesn't deserve to die!" You shouted back. You took your gun, firing a shot in between both girls. "That's a fucking warning shot, next time, the warning shot goes through your damn skull," you threatened, walking out of the hotel lobby, out to where the game players come back. You sat on the sidewalk, watching cars coming back, none containing your boyfriend. You saw Chishiya, and ran up to him. "I'm going to seem pathetic asking, but have you seen Niragi?" You asked, him swallowing back the tears of worry. Chishiya noted this want a time to joke about him being dead. He was a dick sometimes, but he also knew when it was enough. "No, I haven't. His game was on the other side of the city though. Maybe it was a longer game?" Chishiya answered. A soft 'oh' left your lips, and you nodded, thanking him. You went to a corner, sitting down facing the entrance. You brought your knees up to your face. "Please be ok... please... I need you here," you whimpered.

About an hour later, you heard the engine of a car come into the beach. You looked around, counting how many cars were already there. Only one was missing, which meant this car was the last one. You ran over quickly.

To your relief, you saw Niragi standing by the car, talking to Aguni about something. You ran to him, hugging him as soon as you got there. "Woah, hey there princess," he said, hugging you back. "You stupid jerk, I thought you died!" You cried into him. You weren't one for crying, but it had been a night. Aguni looked at you strangely as he had never seen you cry. Aguni excused himself, giving you time to be alone. Niragi looked down at you, feeling a tinge of guilt. "I- I thought i-i was- I was gonna b-be alone again!" You cried, snuggling your face into his chest. "Never. You'll never be alone again, ok? I'm not going to let some measly game take me out," he said, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. "Im going for a drive. You coming with me doll?" He asked, holding the keys in his hands. You nodded, drying your tears.

The drive wasn't like most others that started fast and reckless. It was slow. The kinds of drives you two had on the late nights. "What game did you have tonight?" You asked, trying to break the silence. "It was weird. A 5 of hearts. To win we had to kill the past in a way," he said, looking out. "That doesn't sound like a normal hearts game," you observed. "That's what I thought. Games of betrayal. The rules were simple. If you failed to kill the past, you failed. You had to say what part of your past you were killing too, or else you died... There were items all around the building, each from different people's past. There were films of people's memories, toys, pictures, audios, books, glasses... If everyone didn't manage to kill their past, the buildings boiler would explode," he explained. "What we're your items?" You asked, looking at him. "Glasses, notes, there was a video, a baseball, a pack of cigars and an empty beer bottle," he said. You pieced together the items. "The glasses you wore in highschool, the baseball that broke your nose more times than you can count, the notes kids used to pass you in class that said horrible things on them, the cigars your father burned you with, and the bottle you used to silence your sorrows," you said. ''Clever girl," he chuckled. "Your game?" He asked. "4 of spades. We had to diffuse a bomb in the that was at the top of this building, the elevator was out, and there was 20 flights of stairs. Oh, and a shooter. God was it fun shooting that motherfucker after he pulled my hair," you aaid. Niragi laughed slightly. The cool night breeze passed by you, and you closed your eyes. "When we go back to the old world, we should do this," you muttered, reaching for his hand. He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours on the glove compartment. "I agree."

He had stopped the car on a bridge, although there was no water under, just gravel. "I used to come to this place, look down, and think it would be a quiet place. So I started going there after school, hiding. Until they found it. Then you found me there. I don't know why you talked to me in high school anyways," he said, looking over the railing, down to the gravel covered ground. "Because I knew you didn't deserve what people said or did to you. And I also thought it was a nice quiet place," you said as he put an arm around your waist. "What did you run away from? Something or someone in your past that scared you?" He asked. "My family, my feelings. The monsters that lived in my head," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I really love you, you know?" He asked, looking up at the stars. "I know. I love you too. Love you more than there's stars in the sky," you responded.

I'm brain rot, helpppp-

Also, this is just like if you are in an established relationship with them. I feel like they open up a bit more to you, so that's why they might be OOC.

#niragi #chishiya #scenario #fluff?#mostlyfluff #some angst #id jump out of the car ngl #Alexa play daddy issues by the neighborhood-#Spotify

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weeb-writor · 4 years ago

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Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash, leaving him a single father

Hello, gonna be very honest I forgot how to read properly and read a request wrong and wrote a 3000 word fic for it, woohoo! But i mean at least you guys get a fic from it, lol. Italics are flashbacks, bold is reality trying to pull him out of his head, and the regular text is reality. The actual request should be up tomorrow. Reader is neutral and I didn't specify the birthing process! Hope you all enjoy.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash leaving him a single dad, he has flashes backs of your life together.

TW: Death, depiction of a car crash and blood. Kinde heavy angst

Words: 3052

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“I am so sorry sir but there's nothing we could do for them, w-” The doctor went on but the words slurred together in Bakugou's mind. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you were both supposed to grow old together. Supposed to send Kaori to her first day of school together. To bully the shit out of her first significant other. Go all out on each and every one of her birthdays. To give her at least 3 more brats to hang out with...to cry as you sent her off to college. This isn't how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to protect you, to be your hero. Everything you both had promised to each other was slipping through his grasped fist and the flashbacks were not helping either.

“Watch where you are going, Pomeranian.” You said to him.

“Pomeranian? The fuck, watch your mouth shitty extra!” He roared back at you.

“I think you’re the one who needs soap in his mouth, you're cursing every other word.” You cocked a brow at him.

“Whatever you god damn extra, get outta my way i'm gonna be late.” He backed off shocking his small group of friends.

“What the heck bakubro! If I said that to you I would be dead! You’re caught by the balls already!” Denki said pouting

“Whaddyah just say dunce face? I am not and it doesn't matter. I went easy cause they're so insignificant I wont see them again.” He said with a shrug as they walked into the training yard where their class was meeting.

“Alright, today we have a few helpers from other classes to help you with physical combat skills without the use of your quirks. Pair up with them, if you can actually beat them the first go than you pass. If you don’t, then well you fail, and will do supplementary training with me after every class.” Aizawa said, zipping himself into his sleeping bag.

“Hello class 1-A, Im Y/N. I am in charge of everybody you're about to fight, we've all trained in various types of Martial arts, and uhh you're probably all gonna lose but try your hardest alright?! I've got match-ups based on your physical abilities, so let's begin.” You said getting everyone into their pairs.

“So much for never seeing them again, huh?” Sero said laughing at the fuming bakugou.

“Yeah you’ll be seeing a lot more of me Pomeranian boy, but for now let me wipe the floor with you.” You said getting into a fighting position. He remembers how he lost that fight, terribly he might add. You only offered to help him after the loss, ignoring all his cries of protest. He didn't only lose the fist fight, he lost his heart to you. He had hoped you would never give it back to him, but here you are giving him his heart back. He hated these images, he wants them to stop.

“Bakugou”

“Go on a date with me.” You said as you and bakugou walked back to the dorms together after a sparring session.

“What!?” He yelled at you a deep shade of red.

“You know, on a date, and then you know if all goes well like 2 more before you kiss me and ask me to be officially yours because i'm not easy, you know?”

“Who asks like that!” He continued to yell.

“What did you want some flowers too, bakugou.” You giggled at him.

“You damn, dumbass! Fine but we're going now!” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Wait but we are sweaty and I wanted to look nice! You're such a tyrant, Bakugou!” You sang as he pulled you away but slammed into his back as he came to a halting stop.

“Katsuki...call me Katsuki.” He said looking to the side with a blush. This moment was precious to him, your stupid giggle always brought brought blood rushing to his cheeks and made his heart race. As precious as it was, he begged his mind to stop, he didn't want to see what he couldn't have anymore… he wants to forget.

“Bakugou!”

“You know, if i knew you were so messy I wouldn't have moved in with you.” Bakugou yelled to you as he put up one of your many blankets that were always littered around the house.

“Sorry not Sorry, Kat, it's your fault for keeping this damn house like an ice box all the time.” You said as you shoved some more takeout into your mouth.

“And why did you order takeout, i wanted to cook instead of eating that shitty and so unhealthy food.” He nagged you some more but you only giggled. He smiled, that had become his favorite sound.

“Because Mr. Pro- Hero some of us are college students barely staying afloat! It's my last semester so let me live, you ass! Also you are so much like your mother babe, it's kind of funny.” You said to him. His head was bulging in irritation as he sat next to you.

“I can't believe I want to marry you…” He said shaking his head with a sigh. You put down your takeout and stared at him with wide, teary eyes.

“You want to marry… me?” You said to him, he chucked at you before placing a black velvet box in your hand.

“Yeah, so say yes and put the ring on.” He blushed looking away from you.

“You jerk, this is how you ask me? And like an idiot of course I'm putting on the ring with no hesitation.” You giggled around your tears, admiring the ring you had just placed on your finger.

“Yeah, as I recall, you asked me out the same way. Whaddyah want some flowers?” He teased you with a grin. You looked at him with burning passion before your lips met, engaging in a fiery dance of passion. Stop, stop. Please just stop, he begged his brain. At the moment he thought it was perfect, it was so you and so him. Now, he wished he did it on tv or yelled it from the rooftops. Maybe then it would have shown the universe, or god, or whatever was taking him from you just how much he needed and loved you. Just maybe it would have permitted this outcome.

“Bakugou!!”

You and bakugou stared down at the little 6 pound baby. She was sleeping peacefully for the first time since the girl came home, which was 4 day ago! Maybe it was because you had just taken her to meet her grandparents and she didn't want to deal with her grandparents much like her father.

“Give me that baby!” his mom said swopping the baby into her hands. You only giggled at her excitement but Bakugou threw a fit.

“Mom! She's a fuc-freaking newborn! You’ve got to be gentle and support her head! You’re gonna hurt her, it's dangerous” He shouted at his mom.

“Oh hush you ingrate. If that was true believe me kid you’d be dead by now, would've saved me a lot of trouble. Now come on little Kaori, I know you've got it.” She said looking down at Kaori.

“What's she got?” You asked curiously. The blonde did not respond, only blew a little stream of air on the baby's nose and then turned her towards you and the blonde next to you who was still pouting. The baby stirred before waking up giving you all the meanest mug you had ever seen come from a baby. She stared at bakugou and then at you before going back to sleep.

“She’s got the bakugou bitch face or the bakugou glare or even the bakugou mean mug. However you want to call it but that doesn't matter cause she’s got it.” His mom said placing the sleeping baby in the basinet you guys had brought.

“Did that brat just glare at me!?” Bakugou whispers, causing you to burst into full belly laughter.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he said to you trying to hide his small smile that was brought out by your laughing.

“Nothing, I just love you and I believe you just said H-E double hockey sticks so we're getting takeout on the way home, love.” You said kissing his cheek. He only stuck his tongue out at you before mumbling a quick ‘i love you back’. It's getting more painful now he's drawing closer to the day he knew his mind was counting down to. As much as he wanted to relish in the memory all he could think of was how Kaori wouldn't remember you or your melodious laughing. How he should have said I love you more clearly in that moment. He wanted it to stop, he wanted the flashes to stop, the memories to stop but they wouldn't and he knew because they were telling your story.

“BAKUGOU!!”

“Come here, dumbass I wanna cuddle!” Bakugou yelled from your bed.

“Hold on I just wanna call your mom and make sure Kaori is okay. It's the first time Kaori has been away so long. She’s only eleven months, she's probably scared without us.” You said with the phone in your hand pacing.

“Babe, if you are so worried you should know I called my mom while you were bathing. Kaori is chasings around my mom's fat cat. And my moms gonna call when they are putting her to bed so we can say goodnight. Now, get over here and quit worrying I want to cuddle you.” He said finally getting you relax enough to lay down, you rested your head on his chest.

“You're such a good dad, you were worried enough to phone your mom.” You said breathing in his caramel scent.

“Of course I did, I worry about you and Kaori whenever yall are out of my sight. I love you both too much yet not enough at the same time.” He said to you kissing the top of your head.

“Katsuki I want us to always be this way, I want to always be with you and kaori smiling. I love you both too much too.” You said back to him straddling him to meet his eyes.

“I want some more brats and a cat and a dog. I want everything with you. And I want it for forever” He said looking up at you with passion. He needs it to stop, he can't relive the same nightmare. He didn't want the image of you dying in his hands to replay, but that's where his mind was heading, wasn't it?

“Bakugou!? Can you hear me!?”

“You know when people said you become boring when you have a baby I didn't believe them but were totally boring. We just did 10 over the speed limit to pick up Kaori.” You said taking a glance in the mirror to see her cute little grumpy face.

“Baby I realized we were boring when we went to that baby store on our day off to look at baby stuff and we went “ ohh” and “awhh” to every third object we saw.” He said back to you with a chuckle. You giggled at him and your eyes fluttered shut for just a second, it was a second too long because when you opened them you slammed into a car ahead of you that had just been in an accident causing a pile up. Behind you a semi rammed into your suv doing terrible damage to the car and everyone inside. Bakugou was the first to wake and quickly fought to get himself free. Once he did he was all over you but you were in far worse shape and the metal of the car dug into you, slicing you open, and locking you into place.

“Noo.. Kat get Kaori first.” you whispered to him.

“Y/N, i'll get you out first, you're right here. Then we’ll get kaori together.” He said tears spilling from his eyes.

“Katsuki, please get Kaori first. Please, i'll try to get loose myself” You plead with him, he thought about it but you were more stuck than her and you were bleeding heavily from the metal cutting into your abdomen.

“Katsuki Bakugou! Her first, then me! I’ll wait for you, promise.” That was all he needed to hear, his heart ached for his little girl who was crying softly more shocked than hurt.

“It's alright baby we're gonna get you safety and then dadas gonna come get mommy and we’ll all go home cuddle.” He said as he pulled the baby from her car seat, recognizing ‘home’ and ‘cuddle’ she clapped at him. He planted gross, wet kisses all over her face before dashing to the place where he saw all the flashing lights congregating. It was a pretty big pile up so there were a lot of ambulances. He took the first one open.

“This is Bakugou Kaori, she’s eleven months and has no allergies to anything or any medication. I'll be coming back with Bakugou y/n who has a pretty deep gash in their abdomen and isn't allergic to any medication either.” He said as the EMT took his baby from him. He almost didn't want to leave her but he knew you were waiting on him, so he dashed back to your totaled car where he saw people crowding your figure as they had just pulled you out.

“Y/N!” He said dropping to the ground taking you from the girl who was holding you.

“Come on, you're bleeding a lot we’ve got to get you to the ambulance.” He said tears cascading from his eyes as he tried to lift you while simultaneously slowing your bleeding but as he lifted you not only did you scream, blood rushed out of your gash at a very alarming rate.

“We can't lift them, they're losing too much blood, the ambulance got to come down here….They’ll die if we take them down there.” Someone said as Katsuki placed you back on the ground. He wanted to yell at them and tell them they were wrong but he knew they weren't. As well as he knew the ambulance wouldn't fit down here, it was hard for him to fit through the cracks of the cars. He had to try though for you, for Kaori, and for himself.

“You're all hurt, go get to an ambulance and get some help, idiots.... And please, I'm begging you, make one of them come down here.” The group of people nodded as they raced for the ambulances.

“Told you I’d wait on you, Kat.”

“Yeah, you did such a good job, baby! You are so strong, love. They went to get help, everything's gonna be alright.” He whispered to you clutching your body closer to him.

“Who are you trying to convince me or you.” You laughed coughing up blood.

“Stop laughing, dumbass this isn't funny.” He gritted his teeth at you.

“Alright then stuffy, onto the serious business. I want Kaori to grow up knowing what love is, so tell her all our cheesy stories. I want her to grow up knowing she is so loved by you so tell her everyday from me and you that you love her more than anything. I want her to know she can come to you for anything so don't be such a hardass to her when she starts to rebel a little…. I don't want her to forget my face or my voice too much, so as much as it might hurt at first show her all the pictures and videos we took over the years. And when she's old enough to understand what happened tonight tell her she doesn't need to go to my grave if she ever wants to talk to me, I'm always watching over you both, promise.” You paused to throw up some more blood. “And now for you my love, I won't say anything to cliché. Like ‘i want you to find love’ cause we both know I am the jealous type but if it happens don't worry I'm not turning over in my grave. I want you to keep following that dream of yours if anyone can be the Top hero and a single dad it’s you, Kat. I want you to indulge yourself and eat takeout sometimes that stuffy diet of yours isn't fun. Be sad for as long as you need but just don't hold it all inside and try to continue on like everything is fine. It's okay to cry, to need a break or some help or both really. Lastly, Bakugou Katsuki, I love you and I am so sorry we didn't get that always and forever we wanted.” You said using the last of your strength to caress his cheek. He sobbed as he grasped your hand and held it tighter to his cheek.

“I love y-” he tried to say but stopped as he realized you were already gone. You didn't get to hear it back from him… the scream that ripped from him was pure anguish in its finest form. He should've been quicker to say it. He should have said it more often. He just should have. And now he was begging his head to stop playing these flashbacks to stop driving the knife further into his heart, he had a daughter he was trying to live for. He just wanted it to stop.

“DADA DADA”

Just like that he was drawn from his head. He looked around to see his friends and family staring at him in concern and his daughter at his feet with fat tears rolling down her face. He quickly picked her up, cursing at himself as he probably just scared her.

“What are you crying for you, little brat?” He started but paused as fat tears of his own rolled down his sunken cheeks “Everything's gonna be alright soon, so we shouldn't cry for too long okay, Brat.” He said as he hugged Kaori tighter than he should have. Somewhere in his mind he did believe it. That he and his daughter would be okay but for right now he was trying to stay afloat in the waves of suffocating flashbacks.

#bakugou katuski x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #bhna x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #very sad #angst #poc writers

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ratherbefangirling · 3 years ago

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hiya! May I get a BTS ship? please and thank you! my personality type of INJTA-A and I'm a Gemini! Year of the Tiger!

Little about me, I am 5'3, green eyes and a brunette. I am actually colored blind, with my blues greens and purples, so I 100% think my eyes are blue. But Ive argued with the eye doctor before, and they've said they are "most definitely green". I am rather opinionated and confrontational, I am not scared nor shy away from standing up for someone. Ill speak my mind when it's appropriate, I've learned that sometimes it's just best to save your breath and your words. I love older music, 20s 30s all that jazz, and even jazz it's self along with other genres. Im not much of a TV shows kind of person, I sometimes watch some shows on HULU, but I'd rather be outside doing something visiting new places. I have taken painting as a hobbie, I love to go on trails and LOVE TOO COOK MORE THEN ANYTHING. Plus I like to take photos. Am also a huge sarcastic dick, that it has gotten me in trouble at times. And sometimes I don't even realize I'm being a said dick, I am rather honest and blunt. I'd rather someone get an honest opinion that comes from myself, from a good place then from someone that wants to do harm an be a bully. Cuz sometimes it's not best to sugar coat things, cuz then how are you supposed to grow?

I'm an extrovert but sometimes need to stay in to charge but not always. I'm rather loud at times, and am not afraid to dance in public if I see others dancing or shout compliments across the street if I like someone hair color, clothing etc. Or even just go play on the playground or just have some fun regardless of what others think.

The oldest of 4 kids, so I have a mothering side to me with others that are younger then I or even older. I'd use to skip school and steal food or other necessities for my siblings. I really did put their own needs before my own. So I really took the roll of the second parent, and sometimes it makes it difficult to find others that relate to such a thing.

Though I am rather hard on the outside, I am very much soft (though it doesn't come out often) on the inside. I can be rather quiet, and reserved, I'm rather nice and people have told me I'm great with conversation and a great listener. I'd be the first to approach someone if they look uncomfortable or are shy at a large event, but I'd be the LAST to do karaoke.

I do have four pets, three rescues beside one that I did buy. I love nature, and I work a lot to be able to provide for my pets. Can't have them with no toys or treats or not looking their best. Same with my siblings, I buy them a lot of things, and make sure they have what they need.

I'm sorry this was so long! But thank you and have a great day!

Hey @animesllut666,

You sounded wonderful, manifesting a great week for you.

The person I ship you with is Jungkook.

Magic, wasn't a word foreign to you any longer born in the slums picked up by a passing magician who could sense great levels of mana* in you when you tried to steal from them. In your defence you belonged to a not so well to do family and tried to save your lunch money by stealing any food you could find or going hungry.

Now as a high level witch working in the government things were different. You could cook all the food in the world. Buy all the original Music instead of replayed discardes pirated ones. Not only could you provide for your family, you also were a proud owner of your pets who you spoiled to your hearts content.

You were enjoying your normal day off when you recieved the summons. Jin was at the hospital. Jin or Kim Seokjin was your benefactor, the magician who you had stole from who had later become your guarantee.

You rush to the healers tower. You find Jungkook there, your arch rival and his guarantor Namjoon who was Jin's close friend.

"What happened?" You ask.

"He overworked himself to a near mana deficit."

You gasp. Mana deficit could have killed a wizard of lesser calibre. But Jin was no lesser wizard infact he belonged to the division called bull proof knights. <pls don't kill me>

"Does anyone have a mana reserve that we can provide Mage Jin." The healer asks.

Jungkook volunteers. You have always been envious about his high level of mana... among other things.

You and Jungkook had come around the same time. Always competing. You remembered the wide innocent looking doe eyes and introverted boy. Over the years he had become an a prankster and a tease. You remembered the day you had completely removed him from your life. The day he was taken as a member of bps. How him and Jin grew closer almost like brothers.

Jungkook can barely stand as he comes back the healer advises bed rest. It's decided Namjoon would stay with Jin and you'd drop Jungkook home.

"Cant" He whimpers and collapses without giving you his address. With no other choice you take him home.

Jungkook inhales the scents of delicious food. Licking on his face wakes him up and he finds himself with your furry buddy.

"Ah, you're awake would you like something to eat?" You ask.

He nods you set the table for the two of you. You've prepared porridge for him and a hearty lunch for yourself(to treat yourself for facing such a difficult situation nicely).

While you think he'll leave he decides to stay over you're secretly glad you don't have to stay alone with your thoughts that will drive yourself crazy with worry.

You both sit and work on your documents at the dining table. At night you sit under the stars sharing hot chocolate.

"I kinda hate you." You confess.

"'I know."

"Who even says that?"

"You don't hate me you hate loosing to me."

"I guess that's true."

The night passes and things get better. In a few days Jin is well enough to work. Life is back to normal. Except you're kind of in love with Jungkook and he's in love with you and you're kind of crazy for each other and it's just like magic.

Mana - magic level indicating aura

#bts #bts fanfic #bts angst #jeon jungkook #bts au #bts au fic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts ships #bts scenarios #bts ship game #bts magic au #kim namjoon #kim seokjin

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Mismatch- Part 22

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month

Hating LIla is apparently a family trait

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“Uh I hate this,” Chloe picks at her uniform like it's a disgusting growth.

“I think you look as nice as you always do,” Marion says cheerfully, turning around on his seat to look back at her and Kagami.

“Marion that is by far the worst you have ever insulted me,”

“It was a complement-” Marion doges her whack.

“Marinette! Hit your brother for me,” Chloe demands, standing up to try and reach him.

“It’s more gratifying if you do it yourself, trust me,” Marinette flicks through her phone, not bothering to look up, “I can pin your uniform to look more flattering if you like,”

“Nette you are the best!” Chloe hugs her from behind, awkward to be sure with the seat and all, yep that's the only reason, not Kagami's death glare that can be felt through the seat.

“Oh Marinette you can also pin mine,” Lila asks, as sweetly as acid, “Or weren't you going to offer the rest of the class?”

“No actually Lila she wasn't,” Marion sneers, ignoring Marinette trying to pull him back into the seat, “As I’ve made it quite clear none of you are our friends, so she isn’t obligated to do anything for you,”

“That’s so mean,” Lila sniffles, everyone is too busy feeling guilty to comfort her.

“Weren't you friends with MDC Lila?” Marion asks as sweetly as acid, “Why not try asking them?"

With that Marion turns back to his seat and starts scrolling through his phone, ignoring Lila's attempts at guilting. He gets a notification from Marinette.

I can speak for myself

U can nicely tell them no- I can tell them to fck off

That wasn't very nice

Im done with nice

Whats wrong?

Marion looks up seeing Marinette looking over him concerned, he sighs and texts back.

Nervous

Dont worry Bruce hasn't told them yet

Its going to be awkward

We’ll get through it- Pound it?

Marion looks back up, Marinette is smiling at him holding out her hand.

“Pound it,”

They pull up to the school, the grandiose of Wayne academy is nothing to sneeze at. Brick buildings, iron work, Marion has to force Marinette to put her sketchbook away. They are escorted around the campus by a student. They’ll be split up and put into a range of different classes to make the best out of their week there.

“3 o’clock,” Marinette bumps into him, Marion lets his gaze slide over, spotting Damian.

“Wasn't Lila saying on the way over here that she was great friends with him?”

“Mari don't,” Marinette hisses, tugging at his sleeve, “It’s weird enough without pulling him in to our grudge match,”

“Nothing bonds siblings more than a mutual hatred of Lila, exhibit A,” He points back and forth between them, “I’m going to do it,”

“Don't you dare-”

“Hey Damian!” Marion shouts, waving his hand for the entire hallway to turn and stare.

Damian turns around with a scowl, hardly lessening when he spots them.

“Marion, just what do you think you’re doing,” Kagami scolds, as Damian stalks over.

“Lila,” Marion smirks back, looking over to the girl who pales at an actual Wayne walking over, apparently she had actually decided to look up what they look like.

“Oh this is going to be good,” Chloe steps back, content to watch the show.

“Hey Dami,” Marion goes to sling an arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t call me Dami,” Damian sidesteps his attempt, preferring to stand closer to Marinette.

“How’s Cat-fred?” Marion smiles, getting Damian’s scowl to lessen slightly, so he smiles brighter.

“He’s doing well,”

“Good good…” Marion shuffles, no longer able to look directly at him, “How’s the family?”

Marinette gives him a sideways look that clearly says ‘you did this to yourself’.

“Why are you asking?” Damian narrows his eyes, and Marion knows he fucked up.

Nette help please!

“I wanted to know when I can come over next for a rematch,” Marinette gracefully lets him off the hook.

“Evidently sparring at the manor is at risk of interruption,” Damian notes, deep in thought, “We should plan an alternative meeting space,”

“That sounds great,” Marinette smiles, catching Damian in between their grins.

Damian just nods and walks away, Marion smiles and waves.

“You’re an idiot,” Marinette punches him in the shoulder, getting him to lower his arm.

“We’ve established that, thanks,” Marion rubs his shoulder with a pout, “However look over there,”

Lila having an aneurysm, surrounded by the class berating her with questions.

“Worth it,” Marion grins, going for a subtle fist bump.

“Agreed,” Marinette returns the gesture.

“Lila why didn’t you say hi?”

“Why didn’t he say hi?”

“He must not have seen me,” Lila’s lip quivers in a practiced motion, “Marinette was standing in front of me,”

“Or were you hiding behind Marinette?” Marion calls over, actually voluntarily walking towards the beast.

“What?! Of course I wasn't!” Lila shouts, her glare sending him a clear warning, one he was fully prepared to ignore.

“Then why didn’t you just move?” Marion asks oh so innocently.

“I didn’t want to be rude,” Lila sounds shy but her face screams murder, as people hang around to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Then you were doing it to be polite and complaining about Marinette is quite rude,” Marion has to hold back a smirk as he hears an ‘oh snap’ from his audience.

“I- you!-”

“That’s nice Lila,” Marinette interrupts, walking away like the badass she is, “How about we get to class,”

Marion goes to class, having the fortune to be lumped in with Lila. And yes he does mean fortune because while Lila is trying to brag and get the students under her thumb they are happily ignoring her, focusing instead on Marion’s tips for learning French. When Lila switches tactics saying she can speak Italian Marion switches over to fluent Italian, something he had learned from his Nona. He then breaks out his Mandarin, daring Lila to try and fake knowing a language.

Lila goes quite, just kidding you know that's not true. She starts to pull students aside whispering to them. Marion isn't sure if she is intentionally loud enough that he can hear her or if it’s just his enhanced hearing.

“He’s a bully, I know he’s just trying to act nice to get something out of you,” Lila warns a student who looks disgruntled to have basically been pulled into the corner away from the group.

“He’s a Wayne?” Ah so he’s heard the not-so rumour, “What could I possibly have that he doesn't?”

“He’s not a Wayne!” Lila snaps, before regaining her composure, “I actually know the Waynes,”

“... because they’re in your class?”

“No!” She stops her foot, “They made up that rumour! I know because I’m personal friends with all the Waynes,”

“Alright show a picture,” The guy shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets, Marion reminds himself to give them the award of ‘you’re smarter than everyone in my class, it's not much but it’s something!’.

“ What? ” Lila seethes, looking ready to tear his eyeballs out to have an excuse not to show him.

“All I’m saying is I’ve seen multiple pictures of them with the Waynes plus, I heard that they actually talked to Damian Wayne this morning!” He actually looks in awe at this fact.

“I would hardly call that a conversation,” Lila crosses her arms, looking to the side like a child.

“No you don't understand!” He employers making a wild hand gesture as if trying to show how amazing it is, “He’s the ice prince, if someone else calls his name or even tried to talk to him he would just ignore them, but he actually walked over and talked to them,”

“He saw me-”

“Look I don’t really care, this argument isn't worth having,” The guy puts up placating hands, the gesture having the exact opposite effect on Lila, “Marion seems cool, Wayne or not, so yeah,”

Marion tries not to smile as one by one Lila is shot down. Her anger rising so high Marion is sure she would have been akumatized three times over by now.

“Hey what's with Lila, she seems to have it out for you?” The first guy to talk to her whispers, turns out his name is James and was very confused when Marion gifted him a small paper trophy.

“Oh she does,” Marion shrugs, filling out the worksheet idly.

“Ok… why?” James presses, the small paper trophy sitting on his desk.

“Hmmm…” Marion leans back, tipping his seat, “It’s a paradox,”

“What is?”

“If I tell you the truth, you’ll probably think I’m lying and her accusations will seem more believable,” Marion reasons, looking up at the ceiling, “If I fake ignorance, you’ll probably just take her word for it, seems like a trap,”

“You’re taking this way too seriously,” James shakes his head, and Marion cracks a grin.

“Sorry, just happy to have some new friends,” His smile lessens, becoming melancholy, “It’s been awhile,”

“What? But you’re so,” James makes another one of his wild hand gestures, “ Nice ,”

Marion just shrugs, but some people notice how he quickly glances over at Lila talking with someone else. Any further questions are cut off by the bell.

“Well, seems that's our cue to leave, now tell me are American school lunches really as bad as I’m led to believe?”

“You poor little french boy,” James shake his head, “You have no idea the horrors you will face,”

“This is so much worse than I thought it would be,” Marion looks down at his tray in disgust, “This is a private school?”

“I told you so,” James shrugs, walking through the cafeteria to find a seat.

“Hold up a sec,” Marion says, spotting Damian, not talking but rather trying to ignore someone talking to him, “Dami!”

“Don’t call me Dami,” Damian pushes Marion off him this time, the person who was talking to him looks shocked that his arms aren’t broken.

He puts his tray on the table and grabs Damian's shoulders.

“I have an urgent problem,”

“Cheng-Dupain, from what I know of you that is a massive exaggeration,” Damian brushes him off again and Marion’s scared the other kid is having a heart attack, “Now stop bothering me, it can wait for later,”

“I didn’t take any pictures of Cat-fred!” Marion cries, flopping onto Damian, who doesn't bother pushing him off a third time.

“... Understandable,” Damian snatches Marion’s phone, letting Marion input the code over his shoulder, “This is an oversight on your part,”

“So you’ll send some to me?” Marion grins, using Damian’s head as an armrest as he watches him enter his number.

“Yes,” Damian passes Marion’s phone back and Marion grabs his food.

“Great, see you later!” Marion stands up, ruffling Damian's hair before leaving.

“What was that!?” He hears the other person shout as he walks away.

“What was that?!” James yells, and whoops the entire cafeteria is staring between him and Damian.

“Do you ever learn from your mistakes?” Marinette asks, materialising beside him.

“No?” Marion scoffs, putting his and on his hip, “Why would I?”

“Are you actually siblings?” James still looks in shock but at least he isn’t gaping and gasping for air anymore.

“Yes?” Of course they were siblings, they are twins? Is that not clear?

“God-fucken dammit Mari!” Marinette hisses, “That’s not what they meant!”

“Oh,” Marion says softly, totally not jumping as Damian materialises next to him.

“Cheng-Dupain, it was this absentminded nature that caused this rumour to get out of hand in the first place,”

“Yeah… you are going to have to be way more specific,” Marion looks around the whole cafeteria is still staring at them, trading whispers.

“No we are not related, that is a baseless rumour,” Damian glares at James, making him recoil.

“Right… baseless,” Marion mumbles, getting kicked in the shin by Marinette.

“Adopted then?” James foolishly asks.

“ No ,” and yep now James looks afraid for his life.

“Haha, you know you don’t have to seem so offended by that?” Marion slings his arm around Damian’s shoulder, silently rejoicing that he only gets a withered glare this time.

“Like I said,” Lila’s voice carries over the still quite cafeteria, “The Waynes were telling me how they hate that rumour, the meer idea they are connected to the twins is-”

“ Excuse me ,” Damian slams his hand down on the table, right next to Lila making her jump out of her skin, “But who are you, and why do you think you know anything about my family and what we think,”

“I just-”

“You presume you’re of enough importance to understand my feelings towards the matter?” Damian stands tall and looks down his nose at her, “You aren’t,”

“Lila,” Alya whispers to her as Damian walks away, “I think you should just let them sort it out, it’s a family matter,”

“Who is that?” Damian demands when he gets back to them, “And how do I destroy her?”

“Don’t worry about it Damian, she's just doing it to get attention,” Marinette explains calmly.

“Lila Rossi,” Marion has other plans, “She’s a Liar, provide proof she doesn't know your family or anyone for that matter and she will be destroyed,”

Damian gives a curt nod and walks away, back to his friend who is still gaping like the rest of the room.

“ Mari ,” Marinette smacks him.

“I merely shared my wisdom,” Marion stroke his invisible beard, “What he chooses to do with it is up to him,”

“Ugh, that was a long day,” Plagg groans, curling up in the middle of his pillow.

“Plagg you slept in my bag the whole time,” Marion flops onto his bed, and it wasn't over they had to go on patrol soon.

“Which is far more disruptive than a bed,” Plagg complains, letting Marion curl up next to him, “Not comfortable at all,”

“Speaking of not being comfortable…” Marinette trails off, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Our brother insisting we aren’t related?” Marion curls around to look over at her.

“Very strange feeling,” Marinette nods, absentmindedly pulling her feet onto the bed.

“He yelled at Lila,” Marion smiles up at the ceiling.

“Does that make him an honorary Dupain-slash-Cheng?” Marinette smiles over at him.

“Yeah…” Marion’s grin drops, “... Or Dupain/Cheng/Wayne,”

“... You want to tell them?” Marinette asks in her horrible tone that reminds him of being back in Paris and trying to stifle emotions.

“I mean, yeah,” He sits up, crossing his legs, “They’re family right? I want to know them, do you?”

“He seemed upset when they called us siblings,” Marinette turns to face him, the Kwamis watching their little meeting from the outside.

“He seemed more upset with Lila, said he was insulted by it,” Marion reasons, he feels like they’re back in Paris dressed as Ladybug and Chat Noir having three in the morning conversations on rooftops.

“It’s Lila, anything she says can piss someone off,” Marinette sighs, flopping back on the bed, destroying the illusion, “Tikki what do you think?”

“This is a decision you have to make on your own Marinette,” Tikki advises sagely.

“Tiiikkkiiiiii,” Marinette whines like a three year old

“Alright, I never had a family but I have the other Kwamis,” Tikki concedes, explaining to the twins giving her all their attention, “I am separated from Nooro and Dussu, and if family feels like them I do not want you to be separated,”

“What if they get mad?” Marinette asks, fidgeting.

“Then you’ll find a way to work through it,” Tikki smiles at them, “You’re Ladybug and Chat Noir, there isn’t anything you can’t do,”

“Just do it kid!” Plagg shouts, giving up on pretending to nap, “If it turns out bad at least you know!”

“Plagg!”

“What is it Sugar Cube?” Plagg asks sweetly, getting chased out the room moments later.

“So, we doing this?” Marion asks, after all their Kwamis have left.

“I guess so,” Marinette shugs, bringing out her phone, Marion holds her hand for comfort as they wait for the phone to ring.

“Hello?” Bruce picks up on the third ring.

“Hey Bruce,” Marion says, sounding strained even to himself.

“Marinette, Marion,” Bruce answers, pleasantly surprised, “Is everything alright?”

“How do you feel about telling everyone else?” Marion cuts straight to the chase, he can’t be bothered to run.

“... are you sure?” Marion can feel Marinette tension grow at the question, “I want to but they’ll all be surprised, it might ruin your trip,”

“We got sent to the hospital the first week being here,” Marion reasons, he should technically still be on bed rest.

“... That's true,”

“So?” He prompts after a too long pause.

“When do you want to tell them?”

“Tomorrow,” Marinette speaks up for the first time.

Well I guess that's that

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nessaiscute · 3 years ago

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youre just a phone call away

My name is Meghan Chase. I’m the iron queen.

Most of the time that means defeating bandits and making deals with fey leaders, it means going to meeting and meeting with nobles. It means passing laws and making sure things get done. But, right now it means none of that right now. Right now, It means on a cold Christmas eve being alone and miserable.

Its Christmas! hes suppose to be here! with me! Hes suppose to be in this bed next to me cuddling and kissing me, we’re suppose to be opening presents. Presents that won’t be opened till he comes through those gates. He’s suppose to tell me merry Christmas, and we’re suppose to be a family. But.... He had to solve some issues with the winter court. Pardon my French but Fucking Mab! Why can’t she keep her people under bloody control??

“ARRRRRRRGH!!!” I shouted and a lighting bolt came down.

My heart jumped out of my chest, i scared myself with my own power. Luckily no one noticed that was from me, I gazed out the widow, The snow falling in the realm of iron. Its strange, when hes here it looks so pretty. so peaceful as it falls slowly onto metal roofs. I see people gathering, talking to people. I see a few families which makes me feel even worse. My people are happy they’re enjoying Christmas. This should make me happy, it should fill this void in my heart if only a little. But...it doesn't it makes me feel worse. Knowing others are being happy and I’m not. Normally i would not be like this but... its -

Suddenly my iphone went off, what the actual heck?? I went to check who was calling me and my heart shot straight up. In a single movement i hit accept.

“H-Hello??”

I heard a snicker, “Didn't think you’d react like that iron queen.”

“Wait a second... you aren’t Ash?”

It was Gervious, a new winter knight captain, he had rose through the ranks quickly and had became Mab’s new favorite. What did he do to my husband??

“No I’m not ash, Ash is occupied. He went through quiet a bang up job.”

“Bang up job..?” Then it clicked, “What the fuck did you do to my husband!!!!”

“By the snow, do you always react this way when it comes to that ice cone, you know he can’t feel anything right?”

“Yes he can! He has a human soul, he went to the end of the world to get it. To be with me.”

“‘he went to the end of the world to be with me’” his tone was mocking, “Are you the great Meghan Chase or are you a high school freshmen dating the senior quarterback. You know he murdered millions of people right One of them was my father.”

“Ash has changed since then. hes saved a lot of people.... including me.”

“awww how cute, he saved you! your prince saved you from a life of despair”

His voice was still mocking, like dealing with a abusive family member. the rage and embarrassment was filling inside me.

He kept going, “so well me iron queen, what did your prince save you from..? This ought to be good.”

“For your information. i was bullied as a child. Ash gave me my life back and saved me from a lonely existence where I would die not being mourned.”

He laughed, why did i care so much to defend myself from this guy. Why were my feelings hurt so much? I wanted to shiver up and cry.

“awwww how adorable would it hurt the little girl if she wasn’t mourned. do you want a little tombstone.?? HAHAHAHAH.”

“FUCK YOU WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND!!?” I sobbed, I was showing weakness but the combination of all the stress and him laughing at me was too much.

Suddenly there was a quick grab and Gervious started screaming.

“That was for taking my damn phone while I slept.” I heard a familiar voice.

I heard a pop and another scream, “That was for making up bullshit bout me.”

I heard a pound and more screaming, “and that was for making my wife upset. Get lost you little fucker!” and i heard Gervious run away.

there was silence for a few seconds but then i heard the sweetest voice.

“i’m sorry meghan i would of called earlier but I was so tired after dealing with the rebellion. Im fine.”

“are you really?” I asked my voice soft and light.

I heard him chuckle, “Yes I’m okay. There wasn't even fighting, i just played messenger.”

“You should be here.... were you gonna pass out? without talking to me before Christmas??”

Ash gulped,” Hey its only 10 pm you know i would of woke up in an hour to tell all the salutations.”

“Then say them now.” I pleaded, “I need to hear your voice say them.... this is the worst holiday ever cause you aren’t here.”

I felt Ash collet himself and then say, “Merry Christmas Meghan. I love you.”

For the first time tonight I smiled, “Merry Christmas Ash. I love you too.”

“So did you open the-”

“No.” I stated before he finished.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Ash lectured, “the others deserve their presents early.”

“Then you shouldn't of went to see your mom.” I stated, “We dont open presents till the whole family is there. and youre....the most important part of this family.”

Ash then paused for a another second, “Did the boy at least go see his mother?”

“Of course he did. he loves me.” I beamed.

another chuckle from my husband, “you take way too much pride in that.”

“Go back to sleep love.” I stated.

“Are you sure?” Ash asked.

No i wasn’t sure, i wanted him on the phone til the sun comes back up. But thats not fair to him, and I realized something. No matter how far away Ash is always in reach. A single phone call can get me in contact with him. I love this man so much. with all of my soul.

“Yes I’m sure. you’ll be home soon. Please hurry home. Sweet dreams. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Ash said and we both hung up.

I stared outside, and the fireworks were starting. they were pretty, I had a smile on my face, Ash is under this sky, this dark sky. As dark as his unruly hair. He’ll be home, he’ll get there by following the north star under his firment, I shall wait in this tower forever if i have to.

“I love you Ash.” I mumbled and then went back to bed

#Fall fey #fuck its been too long #for peter #my chirstmas present for him #Meghan Chaes #Ash Chase

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adhd-tea · 5 years ago

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Oh my god, I’ve written something again? YEP!

Here is, falling for you, a spencer reid fic with so many fucking parts dude its insane.

There was a smug look on her face as she sat in the grey and white room. Her hands sat relaxed as they were cuffed to the little bar. She’d been in there for three hours, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Letting her sit, stir give off any indication that she might be guilty. It was a profiler's job after all. She didn’t kill anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking, although the agents behind the two way glass might think differently. Her hair was messy, eyes were blood-shot and she was still in her skimpy pajamas. So she sat, and she waited, they’d be in there any minute now, and judging by her own personality, she guessed they’d bring in the ‘good cop’. And just as she thought a young, skinny guy came in and sat opposite her. “Hey, I’m Doctor Reid, I want to ask you a few questions, Miss…” She noticed that was her cue to talk “Abigail Town, but you knew that, so why lie Doc?” Abigail asked leaning forwards. “I’m the one asking questions” He murmured, he reached in the file he had and brought out three photos, all women, around the age of twenty all with their throats slit. Abigail gagged. “Oh my god...That’s, I was not expecting that” Reid raised his eyebrow “What were you expecting?” He asked curiously “I don’t know, like a gunshot to the head, not their throats slit, like jeez, warn a gal before you show her shit like that” The Doctor sighed and leaned back “Do you know these women?” She shook her head “I mean I probably passed them in the streets at some point but I’ve never talked to them” She explained still not looking directly at the photos incase she threw up “Well, then why don’t you tell me why we found your DNA at the crime scene and direct links all leading back to you” Abigail shrugged “I don’t know, you’re the FBI agent, why don’t you tell me” Reid picked up his files, leaving the photos, before heading out of the room.

Reid walked into the small room with JJ and Morgan. “Did you see how she reacted to the photos, she almost threw up” JJ nodded at Morgan, “Yeah, and look at her now, she’s avoiding the photos at all cost, she’s as pale as a ghost, I don’t think she’s the UnSub” They all sat in silence for a while. “If it’s not her, then who is it?” Spencer asked, Morgan sat up and walked into the room. “Listen kid, we know you didn’t do this, but if you know who did, then you have to tell us” Abigail looked up “C-can you take the photos away please? If I have to look at them any longer I think I’m gonna throw up” Morgan nodded and swiftly collected the photos. “Do you know anyone who could one, try to frame you, and two, kill people?” Abigail thought for a second but shook her head “No, I’m sorry I don’t” Morgan nodded and sighed “It’s okay kid, for your protection we’re gonna keep you at the BAU, if someone is trying to frame you then you could be in danger” Abigail nodded as the handcuffs were taken off of her, “Uh, do you think I could go to my apartment and change?”Morgan looked at her clothes and quickly nodded “Sure Miss Town” Abigail smiled “Please, call me Abi, it’s weird when people refer to me as my last name” Morgan laughed a little bit and opened the door. “Reid, take Abi to her apartment so she can get changed” Reid nodded and grabbed his jacket from his chair.

The ride to Abi’s apartment was quiet, and long. She noticed the young Doctor glance at her countless times. “Want something Doc Oc?” Reid shook his head “N-no… Did you just refer to me as Doc Oc, as in Doctor Octopus?” Abi smiled and nodded “Ah, the genius knows something” Sencer smiled “How’d you know I was a genius?” Abi smiled “I didn’t, I just took a well educated guess based on how you look and you answered my question” Spencer looked dumbfounded, “I- How did you do that?” “Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets, this is my apartment by the way” Spencer stopped the car and the two unbuckled their seatbelts “I’ll be ten minutes” Spencer raised an eyebrow “You’re not going alone” Abi did a double take at him “I’m not?” She questioned “If someone really does wanna harm you, then I need to go in with you” Abi smirked “Trying to see me naked, Doctor Reid” The Doctor stuttered “N-no, I'm just doing my job” Abigail laughed “I know, I’m messing with you, come on”

The two walked up the long winded stairs up to Abigail's apartment, in complete silence. “Okay” Spencer said as they reached the door “I’ll wait out here whilst you change '' Abigail nodded and unlocked the door. “Oh my god!” She screeched staring at the carcass of a cat pinned to her walls. “Abigail?! Are you oka- oh my god” Spencer shouted looking at the same thing that Abi was looking at “S-someone was in my apartment” She whispered in shock, spencer took his gun out of his holster “Abigail, stay here, don’t move” She nodded and watched as spencer walked around her apartment checking if anyone was in it. “It’s okay, you’re okay” A breath fell out of Abi “I think I’m gonna throw up” Without a word she ran to the bathroom, throwing up her breakfast that morning “Here” Spencer said passing a glass of water to her as she sat on the floor “I’ve called the team they’ll be here soon” Abi nodded and downed the glass of water “Thank you” She croaked “Can you, uh, get me some clothes, i think i'm gonna throw up if i stand up” Spencer nodded and hesitantly moved over to her drawers grabbing a shirt and leggings. “Here, I’ll leave you to get changed”

-------Spencers POV---------

I closed the door to the bathroom leaving Abigail to get changed, I hadn’t even noticed the smell of the dead cat before now. This girl, who was twenty two at most, had been falsely arrested, held for three hours, found out someone was trying to frame her, and then finally found the carcass of a dead cat on her wall. I work with serial killers and I still couldn’t bear the sight of the cat. I looked around her apartment for a while, I wasn't snooping, at least not fully. It's this brain of mine, I profile people without even realizing. Her apartment was messy, not messy enough that it's dirty though, more of an organised messy. You could probably ask her where something is and she'll find it. “Reid?” I heard Hotch’s name call out “In here, you might wanna bring in a vet or something” I saw Hotch physically gag at the sight of the cat. “Yeah, I think that's best, where is she?” I nodded my head towards the bathroom. “She’s getting changed after she threw up,” Hotch nodded and waved a few people in the apartment. “Morgans in the SUV downstairs, take her there when she comes out, keep her at the BAU” I nodded and walked back to the bathroom, knocking on the door gently, “Abigail, can I come in?” I asked as softly as I could, I heard a weak “Yeah” From the otherside of the door and opened the door slowly, “Can you stand?” I asked crouching besides her “I think so” I nodded and helped her up, walking her out of her apartment and down to the SUV.

We arrived at the BAU and set her up in the smaller conference room. “Do you need anything, water? Food?” She shook her head and fiddled with her bracelet “No, I’m good, thanks though Doc” I smiled softly and walked out the door “My names Spencer by the way, figured that since we've already seen a dead cat today you might as well know my name” She laughed a little and looked up “Thank you, Spencer.” I smiled again and walked out the room. My name felt weird coming out of her mouth. When I first met her she was, tough, stern and definitely used humour as a coping mechanism but now, she seems more soft and fragile. “Is she okay?” JJ asked me, coming up to me. I sighed and shrugged “I’ll talk to her” I nodded at JJ and sat down at my desk.

------Abigail's POV-----

I sat on the small couch in the office and tried to control my breathing. I hadn’t believed it at first, when Morgan said that someone was out to get me I had practically laughed. But now, now it all seems too real, I’d never seen a dead body before, but within three hours of arriving at the BAU I’d seen so much I’m scared i can never go back to living a ‘normal life’

Spencer was nice. I kind of had him pegged for the nice type when he walked into the interrogation room, wasn’t expecting him to be this cute though. “Abigail, Hey im Jennifer Jareau, you can call me JJ. Can I ask you some questions?” I looked up and noticed a young blonde girl walk towards me “Yeah sure” I whispered, she smiled and took a seat opposite me. “Can you think of anyone, anyone at all that would want to harm you” I thought for a second and suddenly a name popped up in my head “Lydia Parker” I spoke breathlessly “She bullied me as a kid and when I left for college she killed a bird and left in on my doorstep.” JJ nodded and stood up leaving the room.

It was quiet, too quiet for me. Spencer definitely doesn't need company, but I’m gonna go pester him anyway. “Hey” I smiled sitting on the edge of his desk “Hey, how are you feeling?” I shrugged “I feel like I’ve smoked a shit ton of weed and now I’m coming down from my high” He laughed and leaned forwards “Do you like reading?” I shrugged “I don’t really read to be honest” He looked offended to be quite frankly “You don’t read? Come with me” I found myself following the charming doctor through the halls of the BAU and towards the library “You have a library in here?” He smiled and nodded “Yep, everything from Rossi's autobiography to The Hungry Hungry Hippo” I laughed a little and followed him to the back of the library “Here” He said reaching up and grabbing a green book “I think you’ll like it, it’s about a girl who falls in love with someone on the other side of the world, I really enjoyed it” I smiled and flipped through the pages “Thank you Doc Oc” He laughed at the nickname and walked towards two plush chairs in the corner “What’re we doing?” I asked sitting down “According to numerous studies, the best way to calm down anxiety is through reading, and tea, but Garcia hogs the tea so we have none” I found myself laughing more with him. “Thank you, Spence” He smiled and pulled a book out of his bag and the both of us began reading our books.

#spencer reid #mathew gray gubler #criminal minds #jj #Taylor Writes #taylorrulez

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heroicvilliansometimes · 4 years ago

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First Days

Note: I'm sorry I procrastinated

I wake to smack the alarm off as I stretch the sleep out of my bones

"Y/N GET UP IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL" Mom shouts from downstairs

"YES MA'AM" I pull the covers off of me as I hop off the bed walking towards my drawers

"What should I wear today" looking around I see some pants and my ice cream hoodie

"Oh yeah I gotta where this." Checking myself out in the mirror as I brush my hair I said

"I'm finna be the coolest ice in the freezer" checking myself out again I get my brush to sing

"Let it go let it go can't-

Hey Y/N have you seen my brush-" as my sister and I held eye contact a blush began to form on my face

"No I haven't-

What in the world are you doing" She says while in a fit of laughter

"Nothing now get out

Are you singing Let it go

"No and didn't I say get out" I huffed as I pushed her out of my room smiling to myself I looked down at my hand as I held her brush

"But I have seen my microphone." Running down the stairs I started to smell eggs

"Oh yeah" I thought, reaching the end I saw my Dad on his computer working as usual and Mom making breakfast

"Y/N go grab some plates"

"Yes ma'am" as I grabbed six plates I giggled when I heard my sister and brother coming down the stairs arguing

"I know you took my brush Kyle so can you please just give it back

Calm down Karen I don't have your brush so stop bothering me"

"Mom Kyle called me a Karen and he won't give me back my brush" my Mother turned around amusement on her face

"Kyle don't call your sister a Karen and please give her back her brush"

"Mom I'm serious I don't have her brush" my sister turned her head towards him in disbelief

"Well if you don't have my brush then who does

I don't know Rebecca" Kyle replied angrily. Putting the plates by mom she started to slide breakfast on to each plate

"Come and get it kids" grabbing a plate and picking a seat my dad moved his laptop so mom could place a plate in front of him

"Now before we eat we have to say grace"

"Yes sir" my siblings and I said in unison grabbing each others hands Rebecca started us off

"Oh lord we thank you for this food-" as she was talking I began to space out

"I wonder if today's going to be a good day" I thought

"I hope today's a good day I hope I meet lots of people who I wish would like me and I hope today I don't get into any trouble and maybe I meet somebody cute" I started to blush at the thought.

“Amen” Rebecca says

“Amen” I quickly reply, while eating my eggs I remembered I have still have Rebecca’s brush so unintentionally I began to giggle

“What’s so funny Y/N” dad asks

“Oh um nothing dad”

“No what’s up Y/N"

"It's just I might know where Becca's brush is." Rebecca lifted her head hope written on her face

"Really where" she said cheerfully

"In my room" the hope on her face quickly switched to anger

"I KNEW YOU HAD MY-

Don't yell at your brother Rebecca" Dad said anger in his voice

"Sorry dad now why didn't you tell me you had my brush"

"Because you laughed at me for singing Let it go"

"Are you serious"

"Yes" Rebecca turned her head to Mom

"Don't look at me Rebecca I didn't laugh at him" Rebecca had an annoyed expression on her face

"I'm sorry I laughed at you may I have my brush back" she reluctantly said

"Thank you" I said. As I finished breakfast I put my plate in the sink

"Uh excuse me" Mom said

"Don't worry Mom I'll wash them when I get back from school"

"Ok now don't forget"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Now I'm heading off to work" she said while grabbing her computer bag

"Oh and today you'll take the bus home"

"Ok love you Mom"

"Love you to sweetie" she kisses my forhead

"Hey what about us" my siblings said

"You guys are to old for forhead kisses or that's what y'all said at your homecoming dance"

"But mom we were just joking right Becca"

"Yeah" she replied hastily

"Fine come here." She kisses their foreheads then walks towards the door

"Bye my gremlins"

"Bye mom" as she closes the door dad checks his watch

"Oh crap you guys are going to be late" rushing to look for his keys Kyle and Rebecca glance at each other then chuckle

"Looking for these Dad" they say in unison as Kyle pulls the keys out his pocket. Sighing Dad sticks his hand out

"One day I'm going to lose my car and instead of calling the police I'm going to call you two" giggling they hand him back his keys

"See you later sport" Dad says

"Yeah I hope you have fun" Kyle interjects

"And if you get bullied call me and I'll give them a word or two" Rebecca says

"Bye and yeah right Becca." I walk to the window and watch them pull out the drive way I pull out my phone to check the time

"Sweet I have time to watch tv" hopping on the couch I turn on the tv and switch it to my favorite show.

"I can't believe he's not the father" I say in shock as time passes I check the time and jump off the couch when seeing that the bus arrives in 5 minutes.

"Crap crap crap how I could time possibly pass that fast" running to the bus stop I see two people standing there and as I got closer their features started to become more defined

"No I'm telling you man there is no way Batman can beat Superman" one said

"Oh shut up George" the other said. Finally reaching them I leaned on the stop sign panting like a dog

"FINALLY" I screamed

"I'M FINALLY HERE"

"Yeah good job to bad your in third place"

"George"

"I'm sorry" looking up I see a two guys a short male brunette and a taller one

"I apologize if I scared you guys" glancing at each other the taller sticks his hand out

"It's ok and my name is George Luz" shaking his hand I reply

"I'm Y/N L/N" turning my eyes towards the shorter male realization grows on his face

"Oh um I'm Frank Perconte" smiling we wait for the bus to show up

"So are you new" George asks

"Yes I am"

"What grade"

"9th grade" jumping at my words George and Frank look at me

"Wow" they say together

"What" I nervously said

"Im sorry it's just your not annoying like usual 9th graders" Offended by his words I glare at him

"No that's not what I meant

Then what do you mean George

I just meant

George

Yeah Frank

Shut up

Ok"

"What he means is that you're very mature for your age"

"Yeah that's what I meant" George mumbles, Frank glares at him shutting him up. As the bus arrives we hop on and not expecting the loud chatter I started to back up

"Hey man start walking" Franks says while pushing me

"Sorry" as I started walking looking side and side for a spot I stop realizing I reached the end of the bus and turning to my left I see a guy with light blond hair and very light blue eyes

"You can sit with me if you want" as a blush formed on my face I said

"Sure." Sitting down I look down at my hands hoping he doesn't acknowledge me

"My names Lynn but people call me Buck" I don't look up

"My names Y/N"

"Cool so are you new here"

"How can you tell"

"Well usually people know that athletes and popular kids sit in the back" looking up and into the aisle I noticed Frank and George are sitting near the front

"My bad"

"It's ok" looking back at my hands I felt Buck leaning on my shoulder

"So like are you shy or you just find me ugly"

"I'm not shy and I don't think your ugly" I mumbled

"Then why do you keep looking down"

"It's just your eyes are so light and um serious I'm afraid to look up." I yelped as I felt his hands on my face pulling me to look at him

"I'm sorry if I intimidate you but I don't bite promise" feeling heat rush to my face I pull my hood over my face and tighten it

"Buck you can't just pull my face like that" I squeaked

"Why did it hurt"

"No it's just....don't do it please"

"I'm sorry." As time passed I had pulled my hood down and was looking at my hands again glancing up so often to check if Buck was angry

"I can see you looking at me" jumping at his words I looked down

"It's fine Y/N"

"Ok." My eyes looked at his arm as it was the only thing keeping him from rubbing against my shoulder so taking a deep breath I put my head on his arm grunting he turned his head to me then smiled

"You're cute"

"Thank you"

"No problem." Moving his arm surprising me he wrapped it around my waist and pulled me close to him

"You know I wouldn't mind if you started sitting in the back only if you sat by me" he says confidently

"Ok"

"Then it's settled you'll only sit by me for the rest of year"

"Hold on what" laughing at my reaction he grabs my hand and squeezes it

"You don't like sitting by me"

"No it's just I appreciate the choice of my own seat"

"Ok where do you want to sit" feeling flustered at my answer I whispered

"You"

"I'm sorry what I can't hear you" he says seriously

"You ok"

"Then it really is settled."

"So what grade"

"9th"

"12th"

"Cool" the bus stops

"Ok kids we're here" getting up I realize Buck still has my hand so trying to let go he smirks

"You know this entire bus ride has been me making you flustered"

"That's not true" I hastily reply

"Whatever you say" he says while getting up. Pulling my hand he leads me down the aisle eyes following us finally reaching the door we walked down the steps

"I see you made a new friend" George says

"Be quiet George" I mumbled

"What it's true" Buck says, glaring at him I yank my hand away from him putting it in my hoodie pocket. Walking away I heard chuckling

"Shut the fuck up both of you"

"Sorry Buck" continuing to walk I hear footsteps getting closer

"I'm sorry"

"It's fine Buck" I felt him pulling my arm so eventually I took my hand out my pocket and grabbed his hand

"So what's your first class"

"Home Ect"

"Awesome me to" whirling my head up I ask

"How"

"They don't separate grades for electives"

"Oh" arriving at Home Ect I take a deep breath

"Relax you'll befine"

"If you say so" I open the door walking in with Buck

"Welcome to Home Ect I'll be your teacher Mrs Stevens."

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #buck compton #george luz #frank perconte

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kangmochii · 6 years ago

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Title: Perfect timing

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, a little bit of everyone

Genre: Fluff, Angst? Bestfriends turned into lovers?

Summary: A little bit of you falling inlove with Namjoon.

Authors note: I am sorrry for the incorrect grammar such being English not my first language I tend to have hard time editing grammar and everything. This came unto me while I was in working and actually spent the whole day writting about this. Please tell me if you like it. I am trying to gain my confidence back in my writting. Take care of yourself and be happy all the time 🤗😘

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“Is Namjoon coming?” Your room mate Taehyung asked one Friday afternoon. You were preparing dinner for the guys who usually hangs in your place (because it’s bigger than our place – Jin quipped one time) it was actually a blessing that you were free that day. Fridays are worst at the hospital and there were so many people coming – but the medical director said you can go and take a rest and you’re planning to spend it with the boys whom you treat like brothers. It started with just you and Namjoon then you met Taehyung while you were in college. He was also an aspiring doctor that time that became your emotional support when Namjoon is away which end up with you and Namjoon arguing about it. The fighting only stopped when he found out that Taehyung was dating Jungkook, a cute freshman that time. The three of you hung out as much as you can Namjoon appearing when he can, often bringing Yoongi – his quiet roommate who dates this cheerful boy Jimin which made the atmosphere lighter when you guys hung around. Jin entered your lives in a different manner since he was your neighbour. You always thought he was dating his roommate but after a couple of teas and random passing in the corridors you realized that he doesn’t and in fact he and Hobi are childhood friends and nothing else. Your love for these boys and your best friend will always be limitless. But it will always be different with Namjoon. He is and always be special. It has been like this ever since you were kids. You were always like Namjoon’s little sister, you were always crying in his arms when one of the girls bullied you, or that time when both of you were in high school and you were crying in his arms because of a boy. It was extremely difficult for you when you guys went to different colleges- you pursuing Medicine and him going to a music school, but there was always this promise that you won’t let each other down. That is when you realized that you had actually fallen in love with your best friend.

“Stop asking me about it. You know he is coming and brining that girl again.” You replied to Tae- a little too harsh but you felt guilty as soon as you saw his face fell sad. “I’m sorry hun, you know how I feel about him dating her I’m happy for him but I just feel a little uncomfortable about her.” Maybe it’s because of your feelings for your best friend that you pushed away because you’re scared of or maybe you’re scared because she knows. She knows a little too much that’s why whenever you’re around she pulls Namjoon a little closer but Namjoon doesn’t and it makes you crazy. “I’m sorry for bringing it up, y/n. but you can’t blame him if he doesn’t know what you feel for him. Jungkook keeps on telling me that he knows that Namjoon likes you but you kept on thinking about ruining your friendship.”

“I know. I can’t exactly blame anyone in this matter. It’s just a lot to handle you know. I barely see him nowadays. He’s always in her place or with her or doing god knows what with her.”

“If he doesn’t bring her with him tonight you have to tell him, y/n.” Taehyung said hugging you.

As you continue to ramble on the door opened with a loud thud and a lanky figure came with it “I bought soju!” Jin quickly entered with Hobi next to him rambling about chips and their new fishing adventure (which ended up Jin failing to catch a single fish) hanging out with the guys is very comforting and fun in a way. You don’t get to be overdramatic with them because they know and they understand. At some point of your intertwined live you suspect that everyone knows what you felt about your bestfriend but nobody said anything about it. Except Taehyung. While you were preparing dinner you heard Namjoon came in with Yoongi and the other guys with more chicken and beer and everyone was happy to experience a little comfort after a hardwork that week.

As soon as dinner was finished you and the guys were seated at the living room watching a horror flick that Jungkook pick (“come on hobi hyung done be scared!”) and you were nestled against Namjoon trying to savour these last moments because his girlfriend isn’t there you should feel guilty because you were pining over someone who was in a relationship but theres nothing to be guilty about since he is your bestfriend.. right?

In the middle of the movie, Namjoon could feel you getting nervous as the scenes progresses but shows nothing instead he just snaked his armed around you and hugged you closer “you okay, babe?” he whispered earning a soft “hmm” from you. He felt you melt in his touch – something that he missed for a long time ago. “I missed you. We haven’t done this for a long time” he quickly said.

“I know. It’s been like this since you’re busy with her”

“Do I sense a bit of jealousy here?” Namjoon shockingly asked.

“Of course she is you dumbass. She likes you.” Out of nowhere yoongi’s strained voice appeared and then you realized that he was cuddling with Jimin and everyone was watching your little interaction with Joon.

“Hyung. You should talk with y/n. she might tell you something.” Jungkook suddenly said earning a yes from Taehyung.

“Yah. Go talk to her. Im tired of listening to her bitching ass everyday because of this. And Im also tired of listening to rants, joonie. Settle this in the room and we will be here watching this stupid movie Jungkook picked” Jin said.

“Let’s talk, y/n” Namjoon quickly pulled you to your room.

Your room doesn’t really have much- study table with a chair and a bed, just a few pictures of your family and your friends, the boys with you on a beach last summer and a picture of you and Namjoon in your college graduation. Namjoon quickly sat on your bed and said “in all seriousness, y/n what the hell is happening? Tell me everything. No secrets and any bullcrap. You know that I klnow when you lie”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“What were the boys telling out there?”

“What were they talking about you earlier too?” you shot back suddenly annoyed with all the questions.

“Tell me first then I’ll tell you.” He replied.

You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that this is now or never,. Whatever yopu will say here will change your friendship with him and eventhough you were scared in your wits you pulled hyourself together and tell him the words you were dreading to tell him since day one.

“I love you, Joon.” You quickly mumbled

“what?” he stool there mouth hanging open.

“I know it seems stupid for me too. Im sorry that I fell inlove with you. It wasn’t something I planned and something that I wanted. I know were good friends and I don’t want to ruin it because of this. I also know you’re dating her which makes it more stupid than ever but I swear joon I don’t want our friendship to end because of this” tears cant stop falling from your face this time. It felt like a dam opening lots of feelings how many years did you try to hide it from him? All those touches? All those smiles? Who wouldn’t fall inlove with Kim Namjoon? He was beyond perfect and he was the perfect bestfriend for you.

“When did it start?” Namjoon asked.

“I don’t know. These things don’t have a starting date you know.”

“Has been like this since last year?”

“2 years ago I guess. It was around the time I got my physicians license.” You smiled sadly. Fondly remembering how you guys celebrated when you and taehyung passed the physicians licensure examination. “Why haven’t you told me?”

“How could I tell you I was in love with you? How can I ruin our friendship? I know you only see me as a friend and nothing else. I’d rather have this feelings hidden instead of losing you, you know.” You sad beside him and grabbed the Ryan plushie he got you last time.

He chuckled sadly and looked at your straight into the eye “I guess its time we both come clean, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat and said “I loved you ever since, y/n. before you going to medical school, before you crying because a guy hurt you way back high school. I guess ever since we were kids; I always have this thing about you. Then thing is, I can’t really pursue you that time since you were so determined to be a doctor so I decided to just help you and be there along the way – or maybe that’s what I was telling myself that time but seeing you right now all grown up and smartass makes me want you more but it got me more afraid because why would you like me? You’re a doctor, I’m just someone who makes music with his friends and sells it for a couple of bucks. You wouldn’t want me because I was just a jerk who comes here every now and then to make you smile and eat your food since you buy too many. I was a nobody, y/n and about her; you know that we broke up months ago right? Finally got the guts to tell her that I’m not really into her I guess she finally caught me since she told me she knew it was you all along.”

“That’s the most stupid reason I heard, and stop eating the food I kept on buying for Taehyung and Jungkook. You know they eat like Vikings “ you said. Can’t believe what was just happening right now.

“So that makes us both stupid, huh” Namjoon smiled at you showing his dimples.

You giggled and hugged him this time all the worries in world forgotten. What matters as of now is his smile and his lips leaning into yours and feeling his lips better than you imagined. Then suddenly

“YAH DON’T HAVE SEX WHILE WERE HERE!!” a loud voice shouted from outside which you guess was Hobi along with “I’m glad this is finally settled. Im tired of hearing Namjoon whine about her”

Then you realized, this is the perfect timing for the both of you. <3

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Can someone tell me how to make the (read more) link thing? I am editing on my phone as of the moment and I cant seem to find it. 😅 tysm, my loves! 😍

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