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h00nerz · 1 year ago

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law of attraction!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: fem!reader x choi soobin

genre: angst kinda, rivals to lovers, law student!soobin, law student!reader, pining, kinda fluffy at the end

word count: 3.6k

warnings: soobin is a lil mean sometimes, veeerry suggestive, but that’s it i think

prompt(s): #33 — “i can’t pretend anymore.” #34 — “you’re all i can think about.” #49 — “i can’t get you out of my head.” “…thanks?”

requested: “hii!! i hope ur doing well <3 could i req 33, 34, 49 and 50?? thank u <333333333” — anon

authors note: haha another enemies to lovers! tbf it’s not my fault most of the requests were enemies to lovers themed. anyways i had been wanting to do a law intern thing for someone for a long time and i thought it would fit for soob! i got a lil carried away while writing this LOL i hope u enjoy!!

IN LIFE, THERE WAS ONLY THREE THINGS YOU WERE SURE OF. First, sparkling water is stupid. Just drink soda or water instead, there’s no point in pretending you’re better than anyone else when in reality it’s just that you can’t pick a side! The second thing you knew was you were born to be a lawyer. Arguing was in your blood, there was no doubt you were going to make an incredible attorney one day. The third and final thing that you knew for certain was that you hated Choi Soobin.

Freaking Choi Soobin. In the past, you never thought you’d be the kind of person to have a nemesis. The whole concept of having an enemy seemed childish, and like something that only happened in movies. But, then you met Soobin, and everything changed. You hated him, and his smug little attitude, and he hated you, too.

You know, there was actually a point in time where you didn’t hate Soobin. It sounds crazy, but there was actually a time you might have called him a friend. Back when you were just a baby-faced girl, fresh out of high school and filled with excitement for your first college course. Soobin sat next to you, and you bonded over your desire to one day go to law school. But, then he betrayed you when he told the guy you liked, Hwang Hyunjin, that he saw you kissing the TA for your class, and from that moment on, Choi Soobin was your enemy.

And of course, as your enemy, he just had to apply to intern at the same firm as you. He had followed you to the same law school, so it was no surprise he followed you there, too. But you were starting to grow tired of his ever looming presence. After you graduated, you wouldn’t be surprised if he got a job at the same place as you, just to piss you off.

After a long morning of sorting through the mess of files in the basement of the office, it was finally time for your lunch break. You had been standing with your shoulders hunched over for hours, and you were positive your back was about to break from the stress.

“Y/N!” One of the only other interns in the office, and your only friend in the office, Sumin, called out to you once you appeared back upstairs. “I thought you were out sick or something, where have you been?” She stood up from her desk and wandered over to you.

“I was exiled to the basement. There’s files from like, 20 years ago down there, it’s a mess.” You groaned as she followed you towards the break room, rubbing your shoulder as you walked.

Sumin winced. “Ooh, yeah. Sana was telling me about how when she was an intern here, she had to go down there once, and found a rat skeleton.”

“What?!” You gasped in horror, a little bit louder than you meant to. “That was like, ten years ago though, right? It must have been cleaned up since then, right? Because I don’t think I can work around dead rats, no matter how bad I need this internship.”

You heard a laugh from the corner of the break room, and felt yourself become filled with dread. With your jaw clenched tightly, you slowly turned to face the direction of the noise. There he was, sitting at the little table with a cup of ramen in front of him and his phone propped up in front of him.

“Soobin.” You glared at him. Sumin, bless her heart, tried to pretend she couldn’t sense the tension as she slowly opened up the door to the fridge.

“You know why they sent you to the basement, right, Y/N?” Soobin asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” You rolled your eyes, turning to the fridge to fish out the salad you brought for lunch.

“Because they don’t trust you enough to do the important stuff.” He told you with an amused tone to his voice.

You spun around, slamming the fridge door behind you. “Really? Remind me, who did Taemin pick to help him with the Park case? Me! Not you!” You snapped, jabbing your finger in his direction pointedly.

“Y/N!” Sumin hissed your name scoldingly, as though he wasn’t the one who started it.

Soobin’s smug smile twisted into a scowl at your reminder. “That’s just because I had the flu and wasn’t here. You were just his second choice.”

You had successfully managed to get under his skin--which wasn’t very hard--and were satisfied as you sat down at one of the other tables with Sumin. “Sure, Soobin. Keep telling yourself that.”

He started to raise his hand, like he was going to make some sort of rude gesture at you, but flinched and tucked his hand beneath the table when someone else walked into the room. You furrowed your eyebrows together, and turned in your seat to see who it was. His ears must have been burning, because Taemin himself had decided to join the three of you.

“Oh, hi, guys.” He smiled at you as he walked over to the fridge. You glanced over at Soobin over Sumin’s shoulder. He was staring back at you, with his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

That was another thing about Soobin that had always bothered you. Especially in moments like now, where he looked like he was seconds away from murdering you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, he was extremely attractive. You had always thought so, even back a million years ago when you were friends. His dark eyes and his perfectly shaped lips just did something to you that you were slightly ashamed of.

You swallowed hard, diverting your attention down to your salad. You could already feel your skin becoming hot, and there was absolutely no way you could ever let Soobin get even an inkling that you might be attracted to him. It was just all so humiliating.

“Y/N, Soobin, I actually need to talk to the both of you. Could you meet me in my office after you finish lunch?” Taemin asked, and you immediately looked back over to Soobin to see if he knew what it was about. His eyebrows were furrowed together, though, and he looked just as confused as you.

“Um, do you mind me asking why?” You asked hesitantly, looking over at your boss.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I just need your help with something.” He reassured the two of you wish a smile.

When he left the break room, you could hear Soobin grumbling in his corner. You wanted to ask him what he’d done to get you both in trouble, but you were also not in the mood to fight with him. Not when you had to go and face Taemin in just a few minutes. He said it was nothing bad, but you weren’t sure you believed him.

While you finished eating your food, Soobin stood by the doorway, huffing dramatically as he waited for you. Just for that, you took the smallest bites you could, which just made him even more annoyed. Sumin was clearly feeling very awkward as she ate her food, eyes flickering between you and Soobin like she was waiting for one of you to attack the other.

Once you had taken the final bite, Soobin stomped over, and grabbed your wrist to tug you out of your seat. “Clean up for her, will you, Sumin? I’m sure you already do that a lot.” He asked your friend, before dragging you out of the break room before you got the chance to protest.

Finally, you snatched your wrist free from his grip, rubbing the sore spot as you trailed after him in the direction of Taemin’s office. “Ugh, you’re such an ass, you know that?” You murmured.

“Me? You’re the one purposefully taking forever when our boss is literally waiting for both of us.” He snapped at you.

You don’t say anything else, worried that someone else in the office might hear your childish squabble.

When the two of you finally reached Taemin’s office, Soobin opened the door, and you’re shocked when he gestured for you to walk in first. Then, you remembered how much of a suck-up he is, and that your boss was on the other side. You shot him a glare as you walked in.

“Oh, good! You’re here!” Taemin greeted the two of you. “Please, sit.”

You obliged him, sitting down on the small couch across from his desk. Soobin sat down as well, and you immediately noticed his leg pressed up against your own. The same heat you felt before spread across your skin like a wildfire, and you cleared your throat.

“So, as you know, the Kang vs. Choi trial is happening next week. Now, Jun was supposed to be in charge of sorting through all the files and compiling them into binders, but his appendix burst and he had to get surgery.” He rolled his eyes, as though Jun was just being dramatic.

“So, now I have fifteen boxes full of papers that need to be sorted through… And I need to get them to the Court tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” You blurted out, eyes wide.

Taemin nodded. “I know, it’s short notice, but Jun claims he had been ��busy’ and was ‘getting around to it’ before his appendix burst. So, I was hoping you two would be willing to stay late tonight and finish his work.”

“Tonight?! But—“ Soobin started, but was cut off by Taemin.

“You don’t have to do it. I’m more than happy to ask one of the other interns. I figured you two would just like the opportunity to help me out with this…”

“Absolutely yes, Taemin! I can’t speak for Soobin, but I would be delighted to help you with this!” You might as well have held up your hand in salute from how militaristic your answer came out.

Soobin glared at you. “Yes, I am also very willing to help you.” He said as formally as possible, but he couldn’t hide the slight annoyance in his tone.

Taemin smiled. “Great! I’ll have Jisung bring up the boxes, then you can get to work later!” He told you, which you took as your cue to leave.

Soobin trailed after you as you left the office and started to return to your desks. “I can’t believe he’s making us work all night to sort through a bunch of boxes.” He muttered.

“What, did you have a hot date tonight, or something?” You teased, glancing at him over your shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you jealous?” He asked, and you immediately scoffed in response.

“Why in the world would I be jealous? If anything I would feel bad for whatever poor soul has been tricked into a date with you.” You quickly snapped back at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” He said with a sigh.

You hated that a small, minuscule part of you was happy he didn’t have a date.

BY THE TIME EVERYONE ELSE HAD CLEARED OUT OF THE OFFICE, you and Soobin had managed to get through seven boxes. It was nine o’clock at night, and the exhaustion, as well as the hunger was starting to hit you. You still had eight boxes to go through, and you weren’t sure how you were going to make it through the night.

“God, I’m so hungry.” You muttered as you picked through the papers in the box you were currently working on.

You expected him to make some snarky comment or something, but he didn’t. Instead he just let out a small hum in agreement. “Me too. Should we try ordering some food?” He suggested.

You nodded, then made the mistake of glancing over at him. At some point during your sorting, he had lost his tie, unbuttoned his shirt down to the middle of chest, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. His dark hair, which had been meticulously styled when he came into work that morning, was now a disheveled mess. There was a thin sheen of sweat that glistened against his skin. He looked way too good under the soft glow of the office lighting.

“Sure. If anywhere is even open.” You replied, eyes flickering back down to your box.

“I know a good place. I order from there all the time when I’m working late.” He said plainly.

“You work late a lot?” You asked as you pulled out a thick stack of papers.

“Yeah. I mean, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I just… I dunno, assumed that you had other things to do besides work…” You shrugged.

He leaned back against the table he was working at as he worked on ordering food on his phone. “Why would you assume that?” He glanced up at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought that a good looking guy like you would have a bunch of girlfriends and friends to hang out with.” You felt your face grow warm as you worked, once again avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

He laughed. “Yeah, I wish. I’m way too busy for that…” His voice trailed off, and you could feel him look up from his phone to look at you. “You think I’m a good looking guy?”

You shook your head, while you started tapping the papers against the table to straighten them out. “No, I didn’t mean it like I think you’re good looking. Just, like, you’re objectively a good looking guy. I think. Sumin thinks you’re good looking. Not me, I definitely don’t—“ Your hand got too close to the paper, and you felt the edge slice straight through your palm.

You hissed loudly, dropping the papers onto the table. “Stupid fucking paper.” You muttered to yourself, and Soobin wasted no time rushing to your side.

“Did you cut yourself? Do you need me to go get a bandaid or something?”

“No, it’s fine. I just need to go and rinse it off.” You told him, trying to push past him in the direction of the bathroom. He pressed one of his big hands against your shoulder to stop you.

“Just let me get you a bandaid.” He rolled his eyes at you. “I think Sana keeps some in her desk…” He mumbled as he started digging through the said woman’s drawers.

You huffed, turning around to lean back against the desk. “You better hurry. I think I’m about to bleed out and die.” You called out to him.

He glanced up to give you that same annoyed look he always seemed to wear around you. “Maybe I should let you. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with you everyday.”

“But then who would keep you on your toes?” You asked pointedly. He finally found a bandaid, and started walking back over. “Admit it, Soobin. You need me.”

He didn’t say anything, instead focusing on opening up the bandaid. He held out his hand, gesturing for you to put yours in, which you did hesitantly. He had really soft hands.

You watched as he gently pulled off the tabs of the bandage, then laid it across your palm. He used one of his long, slender fingers to smooth it down and make it stick.

It wasn’t until he glanced back up at you when you realized how close he was to you. His dark eyes met your own, and you had the instinct to look away, but something about his gaze had you entranced, and you couldn’t look away, no matter how hard you tried.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, hanging his head down. He took a step back from you, and it felt like a warmth had disappeared. You blinked at him as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly, although you had a feeling you knew exactly what he meant, because it was the same thing you were thinking.

“I can’t pretend like you’re not all I can think about. At work, at home, at school, I can’t get you out of my head.” He confessed, and for a second the insecure part of you thought he might have been saying all of this as some sort of cruel joke, but the look in his eyes told you it wasn’t.

“Thanks…?” You played stupid, tilting your head at him. You needed him to just come out and say it, to confirm you weren’t crazy, and what was happening was really happening.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “When we were freshmen… And I told Hwang Hyunjin you were kissing the TA…”

Your ears perked up. Was he finally going to explain what that was all about, after all these years?

“It was because Hyunjin told me he was planning to ask you out. And I got jealous because I wanted to ask you out, but was too scared to do it.”

Oh.

“You did?” You asked quietly.

He nodded. “Of course I did. You were smart, funny, and gorgeous, of course I wanted to ask you out.” He was avoiding your eyes now, his cheeks tinted pink.

“And… How do you feel about me now?”

“I feel like you’re incredibly annoying, and sometimes you’re a bit of a know-it-all, and some days you dress sort of like a grandma—“

“Hey!”

“—but I also think you’re smart, probably smarter than me. And you still manage to make me laugh. And even though you do dress like a grandma…”

Your heart jumped up into your throat when he started walking back over to you, getting just as close to you as he had been before. But then he got even closer, leaning down so his lips were aligned with your ear.

“…You look like a sexy grandma.” He whispered in a low, sultry voice.

You immediately burst into laughter. “Oh wow, Soobin, you really know how to get a girl going.” You told him with a laugh, and he leaned back to look at you with narrowed eyes.

“Shut up.” He murmured while you continued to giggle.

“Here, let me show you how it’s done, okay?” You wrapped your fingers around the collar of his shirt, and gave it a tug so you could lean in close to him. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just letting yourself catch your breath.

“Are you just going to breathe in my ear the entire time?” Soobin asked in an irritated tone.

You shook your head. “No. I’m going to tell you, that right now, with your sleeves rolled up…” You gently dragged your fingernails against his bare forearms, and you felt him shiver. “And your shirt unbuttoned…” Your hand traveled upwards to trail across his exposed collarbone. “And your messy hair…” You reached around to brush your fingers against the hair on the nape of his neck.

“You look incredibly sexy.”

He leaned back and immediately bent back down to connect your lips to his. He kissed you harshly, like you were the only thing that could cure his hunger. His big hands found home on your hips, while your own nestled themselves deeper in his hair. Just like you had predicted, his lips were perfect for kissing.

One of his hands let go of your waist, and you heard a scuffle behind you. For a brief moment, you pulled away from the kiss to see what was going on, just to find he had slid everything off of your desk. With it all clear, his hands wrapped around your thighs, and he lifted you up onto the desk and slotted himself between your legs.

He went back to kissing you like a mad man, using one arm to hold you close against him by your waist and the other to stabilize himself against the desk. Your fingers moved quickly across the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one until the shirt was completely open. As you started to trace your fingers against his abdomen, he slid the hand that was wrapped around your waist under your shirt, practically burning against your bare skin.

Just as he was starting to prod at your lips with his tongue, there was a loud banging noise, which caused you to help and immediately cling onto Soobin.

“Oh my god! We’re gonna die! The killers always go for the people making out first!” You wail, digging your fingers into his collar to keep him close to you.

He rolled his eyes. “I take back what I said about you being smart.” He said with a sigh, and you gasped loudly.

“Shut up, you ass!” You hissed at him, smacking his chest and pulling away from him.

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Kidding. Anyways, I’m pretty sure it’s just our food.” He told you with a sigh, staring down at you while his thumb brushed against your swollen lip.

You shivered. “I guess we can always… Finish this later, right?” You asked quietly. As much as it pained you, you were still starving, and had lots of work left to do.

He pouted. “Promise?”

You nodded, then sat up to gently press your lips against his. As you sat back, you smiled at his dazed expression. “I promise.”

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fyodoro · 1 year ago

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞

-> Reo could have anything and everything he wants, some more replaceable than other. But why would he want to replace something (or rather someone) that's irreplaceable? (1k words)

-> CW) Reo's parents are really shitty here, gaslighting, cursing, ummm reo shows a brief sign of crazy but it's nothing compared to the toothbrush scene, kinda dialouge heavy, kissing lol

This is more Reo-centric tbh. I've never seen a fic that included how his parents would feel about a relationship with someone that wasn't mega rich, and wanted to experiment with that idea a bit.

Also, this was a scrap from the event I'm working on. I didn't wanna put it to waste so here it is.

“Reo, sweetie… we love you dearly, you know that?”

Reo merely stared at what was in front of him, his parents. It was hard to tell whether he was pissed, upset, or unbothered. But anyone who knew the young man would tell you exactly what that look on his face meant.

He’s pissed.

“But we think you need to reconsider this… decision of yours.” His father finished. The purple haired woman next to him nodded firmly at her husband’s words. “As much as we love you, we also need to keep the Mikage Corporation in mind. And that… person of yours… how do I put this?”

“They aren’t good enough for you or the family.” Reo’s father said what his mother was too scared to say.

In short, you didn’t match their qualifications for Reo’s “future partner.”

“I’m sure they’re a joy to be around, really. But they don’t come from a wealthy family. One of the most important things to look for in a lover is a family-”

“So this isn’t about me, this is about the company? Whatever happened to ‘loving me dearly?’” Reo cut his father off, not wanting to hear another word out of him.

“We do love you, sweetheart. That’s why we want what’s best for you. And who you want to bring into the family isn’t worthy of accompanying you, let alone becoming a Mikage.” His mother’s tone was so sweet it was almost sickening. What was the point in acting so nice while spouting the cruelest words?

Reo’s brows furrowed harshly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to call them out on their bullshit, or punch them. The latter was most preferable.

“You two don’t know a thing about (Name), so just shut up. Whatever I choose to do with my life is none of your business.” Reo spat.

His father opened his mouth to rebuttal, but Reo ran off before he could get a word out. As much as he wanted to chase after him and drill the meaning of being a “heir” into his head, a hand on a shoulder held him in place.

“Don’t.” Mrs. Mikage started, gazing at seemingly nothing. “He’ll understand sooner or later, just have some faith in him.”

Reo wanted nothing more than to kiss you passionately right in front of his parents. He knew it’d piss them off further, and that’s exactly why he wanted to do it. Why does he have to be the only one pissed off in this situation? His parents have to be worried, and you…

“So… does that mean we have to break up?”

And you have to be guilty.

“No. We aren’t breaking up, I promise.” Reo reassured. He hated how you felt like this mess was your fault, because it wasn’t. It was his parent’s fault.

It was like they had a checklist for Reo’s potential lovers. Are they wealthy? Are their parents also CEO’s? Or at least work in higher ranks for a big company? Are they attractive (in their eyes)? If they didn’t fill out every box, they were shunned out of Reo’s life.

You weren’t like his previous partners, not in the slightest. For one, he’s with you because he loves you, and not because he’s bored. That’s a great place to start.

“They’re assholes, that’s all there is to it. They don’t care about anything outside of their stupid company.” Reo’s words were as bitter as coffee. By this point, you weren’t sure if he was comforting you or himself. Perhaps a mix of both?

“If they don’t want me around… does that mean we’re gonna have to keep this a secret?” You looked at him curiously, wondering how this will work out without getting under his parent’s skin even more.

Reo grinned. “Who said we’ll have to keep this a secret?”

“By that… you mean…?”

“I mean… I think I’m gonna have to start bringing you around my place even more.”

His words stunned you. Just how would that help his situation? The boy stood there, grinning like an idiot, as if this was the best idea ever.

“Think about it! If you were always around, they’d have no choice but to warm up to you. And if they even try to belittle you, then I'll-”

You cut him off. “Okay- I get it. You can calm down now.”

“My bad…”

His plan was irrational to no end. His parents were perfectly capable of cutting you out of Reo’s life if they really wanted to, even he knew that. But no matter what route he takes, risks will always be apparent. Of course, Reo wanted to take the route that’d corner his parents. Was he sure it’d work? Nope.

But he was okay with taking chances to keep you a part of his life.

“You know I’m doing this because I love you, right?” Your ears perked up at this, already figuring that was the case to begin with. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this just to piss off my parents.” He finished.

“Even if that was your reason, I still wouldn’t mind.” You stated. It baffled Reo, that you were so willing to go along with whatever you wanted. It reminded him...

“Have I ever told you?”

“Told me what?”

“I’ve had a lot of things in my life, but I think you’re the best of them all. Well- minus the fact that you’re a person, not a thing. But you get my point.” He affirmed with a wide, gentle grin.

You pulled him in for a sweet kiss, which Reo gladly accepted.

In that moment, Reo could only think of how much better you were than anyone else his parents would prefer.

He could kiss you back and feel sincere about it. And he could pull you closer not because it was what his body wanted, but because it was what he wanted.

You were the best thing that’s ever been Reo’s.

Well, minus Nagi. But you still came before him.

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hobiebrownismygod · 10 months ago

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(today is a day for ideas, good Jesus)

This is like my third ask today but I have so many ideas and I have to write them down or I'll forget. Sorry you have to face the blunt of it. This request is kinda sad, that's also my fault

Hobie Brown x reader but where reader had a crush on him but Hobie never seemed to notice but after she gets fed up with it and moves on. After she does this she's much more natural and sure of herself because she's not trying to impress him anymore, that's when he starts to fall for her too.

Please tell me someone else can even slightly see this vision

Thank you, take as long as you need

And I hope you a happy time

I'm gonna turn this request into a two-part fic because I don't think I'll be able to get the whole plot into one lol 😭 thank you for requesting!!

Forgotten Girl Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader Part 1/2

Synopsis: You got tired of running after someone who wasn't interested, so you stopped...only for him to gain interest right afterwards.

WC: <;1k

TW: unedited, somewhat angst/pining, femreader

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He never noticed you. No matter how many times you made eye contact with him, waved at him, batted your eyes at him, put your hand on his shoulder, giggled at one of his stupid jokes, he never ever seemed to realize you were there.

Of course...he noticed you...but he didn't notice you. His head never turned when you walked into the room, he never looked at you longer than he had to, and worst of all, he called you his mate.

The most platonic term you could call someone.

Mate.

Never darling, never love, never sweetheart.

Mate.

"Oi, whatcha doin' there mate?"

You snapped your head to the side to see none other than Hobie Brown, looking over your shoulder with a slight smile on his face, squinting to read the words on the page of the book you were reading.

You flinched forward slightly, not having expected him, before giving him an awkward smile. "Just reading. You?"

"Just watching you." he replied with a friendly grin before glancing back towards where he'd come from. "You haven't seen Gwendy or Pav around anywhere, have you?"

Your expression deflated. "I think I saw Gwen walk past a couple minutes ago. She was heading towards Miguel's room." You said softly, looking back down at your book and crossing your legs together, trying to bite back the waver appearing in your voice.

"Mmm." he nodded, looking back over his shoulder at you. "You here all by y'self?"

"Yep. All by myself." You said as you cleared your throat. His expression softened slightly and he walked back over towards you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his vest. "You alright?"

"Fine. Why do you ask?" You tried to avoid his eyes, keeping your head buried in your book.

"I just-" He hesitated, "I don't think I've ever talked to you alone before. You're acting a bit...shy."

"I'm not shy." You mumbled, glaring back up at him. "Of course not." He replied, shooting you a sly grin. "Can't blame me for wondering though. You barely say a word to me, so I can't read y'like I can all the others."

"I talk to you often."

"Really?"

"I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"

He chuckled deeply, looking down and shaking his head for a moment. "Cheeky." You felt your face heat up and you immediately looked back down, clearing your throat. "Hobie?"

"Yeah?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at you playfully.

"You ever thought about being in a relationship?" You asked awkwardly.

"Wot?" He blinked, a smile spreading across his face. "Where'd that come from?"

You clasped your hands together with an embarrassed expression, staring straight at the ground. "I dunno. Just did."

"Well...I s'pose. I never really thought about it. I don't think anyone'd have me to be honest." He laughed. "What about you, mate?"

"I'm sure someone'd take you." You replied, ignoring how he shot your question back at you. "I mean, look at you." You immediately swallowed, looking back down as the weight of your words suddenly collapsed onto your shoulders.

He didn't seem to notice, simply laughing and nodding. "I am a bit of a looker, aren't I?" He teased, standing up straight. "It's all part of the Spider-punk charm." he winked.

"I agree." you smiled gently, looking up at him. You were being fairly obvious at this point, but he still didn't seem to be taking the hint.

That was how it'd always been. It was like he couldn't dream of being with you. He never seemed to notice your badly-disguised glances and awkward giggles. The way you'd adjust your suit when he walked by, looking down at the ground when he was in front of you and almost always refusing to make eye contact.

It was so obvious and still wouldn't realize.

In fact, the conversation was beginning to get tiring. The two of you simply continued, with your attempts at flirting quickly being shut down by how normal he was being.

"I think you'd make a great partner." You'd say, giving him a crystal clear smile, only to be met with a, "Oh definitely. Whoever I end up with is gonna be lucky."

The conversation would continue on...

"Very lucky. I'd kill to be in their position."

"Ha! You're a funny one, mate."

There was nothing you could do in response besides nod and smile, silently begging for some sort of escape. It was so embarrassing that you just couldn't handle it anymore.

And this happened every damn time.

Honestly...was there even a point anymore? It was starting to look like he'd never catch your drift.

Maybe he knew. Maybe he just didn't like you that way.

Yes, that was probably it. There's no way a normal person wouldn't be able to take a hint so obvious...he just wasn't interested.

Sad. But understandable.

"Weren't you looking for Gwen and Pav?" You said quickly, interrupting him. He raised a brow slightly, his expression lighting up. "Oh, right! I'll go find them then. See you around, mate."

He tipped his head towards you and gave you a smile. You returned it, your expression immediately dropping the moment he turned away. You watched his lanky figure leave, releasing your breath in a long deep sigh.

There was no point.

It just...wasn't meant to be.

He didn't notice you.

And he never would.

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envirae · 1 year ago

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from the start — park jay

pairing: best friend!jay x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1k

warnings: swearing, pining, mentions of jungwon and yunjin from lsf, reader is super dense lol, not proofread! jay's listening to... from the start - laufey

"you're crazy. and i don't mean crazy in a wild and funny way like riki, i mean you're genuinely crazy if you think you'll be okay letting him get away like this." sunoo deadpanned. he was always good at being brutally honest with you, but that doesn't mean his bluntness was always appreciated.

"well what exactly do you expect me to do? we'll both be going off to uni in a month. even if he did feel the same way, long distance would never work out." you sighed. it feels as if you and your brother have this conversation almost weekly.

"you're like a broken record. every time you insist that things between you would never work out, but every time, i see the way you smile at him. i hear your laugh when he tells one of his stupid jokes, which— by the way are not that funny, and i hear you cry in your room every time he goes out on a date with another girl." you remain silent, unsure of what to say. you always hate it when sunoo is right. "i give you a lot of shit for your stupid crush, but you're still my sister, and i don't like seeing you in pain."

your phone buzzes on the bed, and unsurprisingly, it's jay. "i'm outside."

sunoo stares at the notification and gives you a knowing look before you stand up from his bed. "you don't have to do anything you don't want to. but, i don't want you to hold yourself back from doing anything you do want to do, either."

"thanks sunoo. i'll try to keep in mind what you told me." he sends you a soft smile as you walk out.

when jay sees you walk outside, he immediately exits the car and heads to the passenger side to open the door for you. "such a gentleman, aren't you?" you joke, getting into his car.

"well of course, only the best treatment for my best friend" he grins, closing the door after you and quickly returning to the drivers seat.

"where to?" you ask, putting your seatbelt on as he starts the car.

"i was thinking we could head downtown, a new boba place just opened up. we could get drinks and take a walk around the park." he knows that it sounds like your idea of a perfect day, and he doesn't have to look over at you to know there's a big smile on your face right now. though he still does, just because he wants to see your smile.

"you know me so well. i have the best best friend in the world." he hums in agreement and continues driving.

after you pick up your drinks, you leave the car behind and cross the street to go to the park. it's a sunny day, and the two of you walk around the park talking about whatever nonsense comes to mind.

jay's phone begins to ring, but his face turns sour when he checks it. he declines the call and puts it back in his pocket. "who was that?" you ask.

"just jungwon, he's nagging me to finish packing. i told him i'd get around to it."

you nod in understanding. "i thought it was yunjin." yunjin was jay's most recent love interest, and you let out a pained chuckle, not wanting to let jay know just how much you hate the thought of them together.

"oh her? we stopped talking a few weeks ago. she wasn't looking for anything serious, and you know how i am. i wanted more." he sighs.

"that's too bad, i know you really liked her." you attempt to console him, but he doesn't seem too sad about it.

"it's alright. things happen. it just shows that she wasn't meant for me. she tried to use the fact that we're both moving as a scapegoat, but i think it's bullshit. if you really like someone, and you want to be with them, shouldn't you put in the work to be with them? even if it's not easy?" he asks, almost a little frustrated.

the two of you walk in silence for a bit, and your breath catches in your throat as something in your mind says "fuck it. "

"i would." you mumble. you're incredibly quiet, but jay still manages to hear you.

"what?"

you've stopped walking now, and jay is standing directly in front of you. "i would put in the work to be with you, even if it wasn't easy, jay. to tell you the truth, i've been in love with you since we were kids. and i've waited for you this long, but i would a thousand years to be with you if i had to. you're the only person i could ever imagine loving."

you feel like you've just been pushed off a cliff, and you're bracing yourself for impact, unsure if the land beneath you is going to be soft, or hit you like a rock.

he stares at you, speechless. "why did you never tell me?" he asks with a shaky voice.

"i was scared! i knew you didn't feel the same way about me but i just had to tell you before we both leave. i never wanted to lose you but—" you start rambling, but jay cuts you off.

"i'm in love with you too, y/n. and i would also wait a thousand years to be with you if i had to."

now it's your turn to be speechless, but the silence doesn't last long. he pulls you in for a kiss. you feel like you must be dreaming, because there's no way jay has felt the same way as you this whole time.

when you both pull away, he pushes the hair out of your face and smiles at you. "i would wait an eternity to be with you, y/n, because that's how long i've loved you. and that's how long i will continue to love you."

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 3 months ago

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Wiggly Wednesday 🧠🪱

Tagged by @medusapelagia (sort of), but mostly by @eriquin who sent me their post after I complained that no one tagged me the one time that I actually had one ready! Lol.

Anyway!!!! I wanted to do this, mostly so I wouldn't start a new WIP, but then I had such a specific vision of how this wiggly worm fic would start that I accidentally wrote 1k just now instead of just...explaining it. SO:

Robin can’t sleep. These days, she never can, and even when she does, it’s the dreams that get her. Sometimes, Steve’s there, sometimes he’s already gone, and the space where he should be rots the world straight through.

Sometimes, it’s Steve alive, sitting by her side and laughing the same way they had in the stupid Starcourt bathroom, dirty sneakers knocking together.

Those are the worst.

She should be used to it, but the loss hits fresh each time she wakes; an open wound she can’t quite curl around. She can still feel his hand in hers, warm even as her sweat-damp body slowly dries and sends shivers racking through her.

Steve Harrington is haunting her.

So, when she wakes up from a dream and that hole opens up in her heart all over again, she does what she always does now: she propels down the side of her house, grabs the bike she’d strategically left leaning up against the toolshed, and peddled like the Mind Flayer was on her heels.

Hawkins is dark around her.

The shadows loom, stretching out to ensnare the wheels of her bike until she’s snatched up just like Will Byers has been. She’s not afraid; all her ghosts lay behind her.

She’s got a system to it now. First, it’s the Wheeler and Sinclair residences, both with motion-sensored security lights that stop her from lingering. Then it’s the Henderson’s, always silent and dark by this time of night.

She’d used to ride by the Byers’ next, but it’s dark and vacant now, all its residents moved on to sunnier pastures, another hole carved straight into the group, just as deep as Hopper’s or—

The Harrington house looms, windows dark the way they are every time she rides past. As far as she can tell, the Harrington’s haven’t been back since the funeral, had barely stuck around long enough to sprinkle dirt on his coffin before jetting off to god knows where.

She’s never even been inside.

It’s a bit of a ride to the Mayfield’s trailer, now that her stepdad seems to have permanently split and left Max’s Mom scrambling to keep a roof over their head and food in the fridge.

Robin doesn’t mind. The more her calf muscles burn, the less room she has in her head for thoughts. Maybe that’s why all the jocks enjoy their sports so much. Robin swallows the thought, lets it sink like led to the pit of her stomach never to be thought of again.

She pedals faster, still.

Even with how densely packed the trailer park is, no one’s ever out this late. It’s always just her and the dark slowly fading away, the glimmers of a gray dawn’s light filtering through the blanketing black of the night. Sometimes, a dog barks, or she can just barely hear the sound of a TV left on in the night.

This time, she can hear someone laughing, so clear in the dead air that it must be coming from outside. Robin pedals past the Mayfield’s trailer, the sound of her tires turning loud against the trailer park’s gravel drive.

There’s never anyone out here, but as she rounds the corner, she catches sight of Eddie Munson’s distinct messy mop of hair cascading down his back. He’s sitting on the edge of a picnic table, the porch light of a nearby trailer barely illuminating him. His rings glint in the light, and it’s cold enough that he’s got a jacket on.

A very distinct green and gold letterman jacket with the white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off a riot of black tattoos. Eddie Munson, third time senior, showing his school spirit. Will wonders never cease?

The guy throws his head back and laughs like someone’s said something funny. He even seems to jam his elbow into the space beside him, like he’s expecting it to meet flesh.

But, there’s no one there.

Maybe he’s got one of the walkie-talkie’s the kids are always using and the rest had been a trick of the light? But, then she catches the skunky scent of marajuana, and the mystery gets a lot less mysterious.

The dude’s just high.

Robin’s in the middle of turning her bike around, hoping he doesn’t hear her tires past his own tomfoolery when a breeze hits, sending shivers through her, and sending Munson’s hair flying with the breeze.

On his back, emblazoned in big, capital fuck-you letters, is the name HARRINGTON.

She slams on the brakes so hard that her tires skid out on the gravel, sending rocks ricocheting all around her as just barely manages to stay on her feet as her bike drops to the ground, forgotten.

Eddie squeaks at the sound, leaping up from his perch on the picnic table to spin around, back to the wood, and hands raised, joint somehow still tucked between two knuckles.

His hands drop as Robin storms up to him, something hot and viscous coursing through her. She wants to rip the jacket from his back, punch him in the eye, and leave him there, bruised and swollen to think about his fucking actions.

She stands there, shaking.

“Buckley?” Eddie asks, squinting down at her like she’s a particularly bizarre new species of avian. “What are you wearing?”

Only then does she remember she’s still in her pajamas, hair plastered to her face with sweat. She’s not even wearing socks, much less shoes. She doesn’t care.

“What am I wearing?” Robin asks, jamming her finger so hard into his chest that it hurts her knuckle. “What are you wearing?”

Eddie looks down at himself, brow furrowed like he doesn’t even know what he’s fucking done. “My pajamas?”

Robin screams deep in her throat. She pushes Eddie in the chest, and he goes sprawling awkwardly on the picnic table as Robin yanks at the sleeve of the jacket. He slaps her hands away, shrieking something that sounds strangely like, “your girlfriend’s crazy, dude!” as he scuttles backward until he’s on the other side of the picnic table. As if that will protect him.

She’s faced down monsters. She’d face worse, for Steve, and a three-time super senior is nothing.

“Look,” he says, empty hands raised in supplication. The joint must’ve fallen in their tussle. Good. “Did you take something? Because, I can–”

“Take?” she demands, fists clenched at her sides as Eddie flinches at the volume of her voice. Somewhere in the distance, that same dog starts barking. She doesn’t care. “You took his jacket.”

At the last word, her voice breaks. Horrifically, embarrassingly, she can feel tears pooling in her eyes, only moments away from cascading down her face. All dignity gone, Robin drops to the bench of the picnic table and buries her face in her hands.

The silence between them is acute. Even the dog stops barking, like the entire trailer park is holding its breath.

So, she knows she hears correctly when Eddie Munson says, “Uh, Stevie,” in a quiet voice, like he’s trying not to let her hear, even though she’s only three feet away. “Help me out here?

Okay, so picture this: Steve dies during the battle of starcourt, but after the bathroom scene. I'm thinking, a brain bleed because come on, did you see his face? So, they've bonded, Robin came out to the guy, they become starter platonic soulmates, and then he up and DIES.

And then here's Eddie, who's been literally haunted by Steve since that day. They've bonded. He wants to hold his hand so bad. Steve told him to steal his stuff to keep it from his parents. He collects the freshman after Steve talks them up.

So, things are pretty good! He's sharing a joint with a ghost, and here comes said ghosts platonic soulmate, left out of the loop, downright FURIOUS that a presumed hater of jokes would where her dingus's jacket.

My no pressure tags are: @eriquin @devondespresso @museumgiftshoperaser @queenie-ofthe-void @strangersteddierthings <3<3<3

#wiggly worm wednesday #platonic stobin #koko thinkin thots #pre steddie

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doukeshi-kun · 19 days ago

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hiii keshi!! this is my first ask to you ever so i really hope tumblr doesn’t eat it !! i wanted to ask you a question about writing if thats okay with you but before i do i’d just like to tell you that your stalker kolya fic actually changed the wiring of my brain lol it was SO good!! i remembered reading it on the train when it first came out and being SOOOO devastated that i had no one to talk to about it!! its my all time favorite nikolai fic and i’d just like to tell you that <3

anyways!! my question to you is; is it normal to spend a long time on writing fics? 😭 it sounds like a very stupid question (trust me, i know) but it’s kind of been itching at my brain for a while now. so basically i’m writing this gojo x reader/OC fanfic (i dunno if you’re that into jjk or not) but its supposed to be in first person POV and a long fic having at least 20-25 chapters.. i have an idea of what i want it to be like, plans of subtle foreshadowing, backstories, plot points but i’m not really sure if these things should be taking up so much of my time 😭 it took me a day to plan out the first chapter and i’ve only gotten 20% of it done so far. I usually need a whole day to write 3000 words (i struggle) while i always see most writers posting about being able to finish a whole 6k words oneshots (which is SUCH a talent).

is it something that gets easier the more you write?? i’ve been writing for 5-6 years since i started at 13. what can i do to improve this?? or is it a case of ‘not every writer is the same’??

i’ve never talked to another writer before, never thought about reaching out to anyone but today i feel like i kinda do need someone elses opinion with this 💔 i’m so so sorry for the long ramble, it’s difficult for me to simply things <3333 absolutely love your work <3

haiii thank you so much for the kind comments ❤️ you can always talk about stalker nikolai with me hehe

so, to answer, yes it is totally normal to spend a long time for a fic! and you're planning to do a long fic that has like, 20-25 chapters, so it's totally normal for your planning to take some time. this is the case of "not every writer is the same"

take me, for example. i need at least two weeks to write a fic for stalker nikolai. and there was one time i had to take about almost 2-months for a trash sugar magic's chapter. and now, i can only post once a month because i need more time and i am also busy with other stuff in life.

so 3k words a day is very impressive! hells, 1k a day is also impressive. personally, there really is nothing to improve because you are working on YOUR own pace. i think, rushing to get a fic done will give more harm than good (for example, you might get easily burnt out or you feel obligated to keep posting in such a short period)

take your time, plan out your fic, write what you can and don't worry about whether you're a fast writer or not. you're still a writer ❤️

goodluck on your fic! 🫶

#道化師-says❃ུ۪

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years ago

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Hi bestie, I need some playful teasing(22 on the first list) with Harry Styles plz and ty ty🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

It says so much about my former relationships that I seriously had to google what playful teasing is lol 💀

no. 22 from this list and I just realized I wrote this in a totally different direction, whoopsie, sorry, I'm stupid

warnings: nothing, fluff, some cursing, reader is described to be shorter than Harry

word count: 1k

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Getting ready for events always had been and always would be a hassle, a fight in more than just three acts, a headache-causing nuisance. Not because the people around them weren’t as lovely as humanely possible or the chosen outfits not fitting enough—quite the opposite. It was exhausting to be peeled, scrubbed, and peeled again; to be brushed and sprayed and formed; to be ripped out of her comfortable sweatpants and hoodie she loved to wear around the house in her free time. She loved her job, and she loved Harry with all her heart, but sometimes YN just wanted to have a little peace and quiet—and less body-bending and skin-irritating procedures to look somewhat presentable in the eyes of the public.

She had her eyes closed while two people took care of her hair for the first time this afternoon, a lot more gentle and cautiousness than the last time when YN had thought the woman in her back was this close to ripping her hair out. The memory alone made her almost flinch in the comfortable seat. A sigh left her lips, somewhere between contentment and relaxation, but was interrupted by the voice of her boyfriend as he entered their bedroom, where the beauty front had set up the operation base for tonight’s event.

“We need a moment,” he just spoke, letting YN cock both brows as she looked over at him, standing next to the door with his hands behind his back, already dressed in the perfectly fitting suit Michael had chosen for tonight. As soon as the last person left the room with a questioning look thrown his way, Harry closed the door behind them and turned with a smile on his face. “Is everything alright?” The first thought was that he had gotten sick and would tell her she needed to do this alone, but the soft nod of his head soothed her worry-turning thoughts. “Everything’s perfect, darlin’. I just have something for you and I thought you could need a break anyway.” Now it was her turn to smile at his thoughtfulness while standing up and meeting him in front of their bed. “It wasn’t that bad today. It was actually quite… soothing.” The surprise in her voice was even audible to her ears. “But what is it?” Now sounding like a kid on Christmas morning, YN looked from his face to his still in his back clasped hands. A hand got stretched out to gently pull at his elbow as he didn’t seem to make a move to reveal the thing he had for her. “Harry,” she almost whined like a child forced to be waiting for their turn to rip open the presented gifts and pulled a bit harder while Harry started to show his cheeky grin.

“Oh, you want it? You really want it, darlin’?” Teasing her was his main job if someone asked YN. Pouting, she nodded and pulled again. “Of course! You can’t tease me with the prospect of a gift, even though I told you to stop buying me stuff I can easily afford myself, and then keep hiding it from me!” As the pulling apparently proved itself to be a fruitless attempt, YN let go of Harry’s arm and started to round his body, but he, of course, just turned on the spot, cheeky grin still very prominent on his face. “Stop talkin’ nonsense, darlin’,” he grinned and raised the hand holding a velvety black box above his head, making it impossible for her to even get close to it. Not even her already put on high heels could do much about it.

Still, she tried everything to get to that box. Jumping up and down in front of him in order to at least get a hold of the edge, stretching her body as long as possible while pressing herself against his broad chest, pout unmoving on her lips. “Give me the bloody box, you big teasing baby!” She hit his chest repeatedly, making him laugh her favorite laugh—loud and full of happiness.

Finally, YN hung on Harry’s arm like a koala almost falling off a bamboo tree, grumbling under her breath and looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips as her last measurement of resistance. Meanwhile, he was already in the process of letting his hand slowly move downward, but his head was a bit faster to distract YN with a kiss on her lips. “Don’t be mad at me, darlin’. Y’know how much I love to tease you,” he whispered at her lips, feeling YN’s smile return, and grinned himself. “I know, I know,” she whispered back, and, as he pulled back, he could see her rolling eyes, the smile still on her pretty face. “Am I allowed to see it now?”

Nodding, Harry let her grasp for the box wrapped in black velvet, watching her closely as she inspected it without opening it.

“Don’t wanna know how much money you spend,” was all she mumbled before opening the clasp and pulling up the lid, exposing a beautiful necklace he had bought for her weeks ago. Her quiet gasp was already satisfaction enough, but seeing her looking up at him with such big, wonder-filled eyes was even better. “H…” It was only a breathy whisper of a letter, fueling him with the knowledge he did the right thing. “Y’like it?” Her nod was fast and hard. “You know I love it. You know I had my eyes on it for months. But—… but H, this—… you shouldn’t have—…” Gently, he cupped YN’s chin with his fingers and moved it up to press his lips to hers for another soft kiss. “I know I didn’t have to, but y’know I love spoilin’ my girl. Especially when she’s nominated for the biggest award in her career.”

Blinking the tears of joy and gratitude from her eyes, YN pulled Harry back down to her, letting their foreheads rest against one another. “Thank you, you teasing moron,” she whispered with a grin tucking on her lips and kissed every inch of skin she possibly could reach.

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vneuns · 3 years ago

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your fave gogy anon here, imma need angst to fluff but like a miscommunication and argument and tears and then making up and assurances and little kisses and fluffy ending if you can pls and thank you ily <33

all my gogy lovers are crying rn because of u nonnie </3

▸ a stream of tears from your one true love | George ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

＃ʚĭɞ warnings shit load of angst, 'fucking' is used multiple times, feeling of neglation sort of?, bringing up unhealed wounds, yelling , hitting things , crying

ʚĭɞ＃ author's note(s) haha u bitches are in for it. lol. this story is inspired by Malcom & Marie but Reader and George aren't crazy- I listened to these two playlists while writing ;P and shoutout to @echoteaa for editing <3

＃ʚĭɞ others word count (1k), writing time (2hrs), Rq (open)

HUFFING YOU OPENED your front door to you and your boyfriends shared loft walking off to the bedroom not caring you had left the front door open.

It had been a long night of talking to people, putting on a fake smile no one could see through, but it seemed the person you had wanted to see through it the most didn’t notice anything.

When George had been graced with being nominated for the Best Streamer award, and by no surprise he won. You knew he would. His natural ability to make someone smile just with a stupid little joke or a smile of his own could light up the entire room.

Since day one of his streaming career you were there. From when he got affiliated to when he got partnered. You were right there. Cheering him on from the sidelines, you were his number one biggest fan. When he got his first hate comment the two of you went down to the frozen yogurt shop down the street from your uni. When he got his first paycheck he bought you your first promise ring.

Though it seemed none of that had mattered now, not when he got up on that stage and thanked every single fucking person ‘even the mailman’ except you. Thinking nothing of it you brushed it off and smiled, and when he came back apologizing profusely you told him that ‘It was fine and you were proud of him’.

In all honesty it was fine, until his two best friends came up to you with sad smiles on their faces saying “I wonder how it feels knowing he didn’t thank you, you’ll be okay you know he loves you”.

The pity smiles were what sent you tumbling off the edge.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” George sighed untying his tie as he took off his suit.

A scoff left your lips as you shook your head slamming the bathroom door behind you signaling you didn’t want to be followed.

“Is this about the speech? I told you I was sorry and you said it was fine.” His muffled voice traveled through the closed door. Anger bubbled inside you as you flung open the door, your eyes darting to where he sat on the bed taking off his black velvet loafers.

“I was fine George! I was fine when you thanked your fucking cat and your viewers and everyone else before me.” The words began to flow out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Where were all these people when streaming began to get too much and you wanted to quit? Where were these people when you almost broke your monitor because it felt like you were suffocating? Huh!?”

Immediately your mouth clamped shut realizing you brought up times in your boyfriend's life you knew he’d rather forget. George’s tongue ran over his bottom lip as he nodded his head slowly.

“Real mature of you, Y/n.” Trailing after him a spew of apologies filling the air. You were never one to let anger get the best of you, nor were you ever the type to bring up past wounds that still needed time to heal because of how you felt.

Your love for George ran deep as did his for you, but communication was never something that came easily for the two of you. Neither of you were the jealous type but you both had moments when you wanted to rain hell on the other, except it never happened.

No, instead you let the thoughts linger over your heads, deciding not to tell the other how you felt, because dealing with your feelings had to be harder than saying absolutely nothing at all.

“You know I didn’t mea-.” The brunette in front of you cut you off with the slam of his hand to the kitchen island counter. Your breath hitched at the sudden noise.

“It doesn't matter if you didn’t mean it! You fucking said it, and it’s too late to take it back fucking now.” A shiver ran down your back. George was never a yeller. Usually when he got upset his initial reaction would be to slam a few doors or leave the house to blow off some steam. But never ever to yell.

An eerie silence fell over the two of you as you took a step back giving the man before you some space. Running a hand through your hair you decided against saying anything and made your way back to your bedroom.

Changing out of your outfit from the night you’d love to cut a few parts out of your memory you put on one of George’s hoodies moving quietly to still be able to hear what was going on in the other room.

You heard a cabinet open and close before a glass hit the counter and the sink tap turned on. Space. Something you both desperately needed for a little cool down. Taking one of his pillows for comfort you trudged across the hall to the empty guest bedroom closing the door quietly behind you as to not alert the boy in the kitchen.

George knew he shouldn’t have yelled, or hit the counter. It wasn’t him whatsoever and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had scared you. But god how you pushed his buttons. Inherent

He knew you were upset, and you had every right to be, yet bringing up such a low in his life hurt.

Exhaling knowing he had to apologize, George made a beeline for the bedroom, though confusion crossed his face as he realized you weren’t in there. Going into a silent panic his mind playing out the worse situations.

Checking the closet and bathroom about to yell for you, he stopped himself when he heard a small sniffle come from outside the room.

Heading towards the noise the brunette cracked open the guest bedroom door just a bit to find your huddled figure underneath the duvet covers. Hanging his head George lifted the covers laying down behind you laying a trail of kisses from the bottom of your ear to your neck. Little hushes left his lips in an attempt to calm you down.

“I’m sorry, I love you so so so much. I’d never do anything to purposely hurt you or your feelings. You know how much I’m thankful for you and wouldn’t be where I am right now if it wasn’t for you and your annoying obsession with ducks and fluffy socks.” He joked trying to lighten the mood.

A smile adorned his lips when he obtained a little chuckle out of you. Turning in his hold your head dug into his chest allowing his lilac smell to infiltrate your senses as it always did.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have said something like that in an attempt to hurt you.” George pressed a kiss to the top of your head murmuring how much he hated when the two of you fought.

“Do you actually find my duck and fluffy sock obsession annoying?”

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Tension Broken, Quiet Found - Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

A/N: So this ended up being almost 2k words, much longer than the little less than 1k the other two chapters had. This first section is another character study of Billy. The rest is his fake-ass persona interacting with you. And then Stu at the end.

If it seems OOC, keep in mind it was written with the "Billy Apologizing to Sidney in Stu's Parents' Bedroom" scene. Wanted to channel that fake nice, understanding guy persona using the tone of voice he had in that scene. I feel like that's how he masks himself around most people.

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TW: F!Reader. Slight Manipulation. Broken Home. Implied childhood abuse. Hank Loomis existing. Toxic Friendships. Billy and Stu shit talk you lol.

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“ – if you wouldn’t always be at the studio instead of-“

“- damn it, Nancy! What more do you-“

By 13, Billy knew his parents’ screaming and wailing matches every Friday night like clockwork wasn’t normal or good or particularly okay in the eyes of most social service programs. Sitting in his room scribbling happy faces into the cuffs of his jeans only worked so far as a distraction, and often times he’d get in trouble later at school for delinquent tendencies. Which was stupid, Billy thought, real delinquency is throwing china at the wall whenever you don’t get your way, but no one ever told his parents that he guessed.

“Mom seemed mad.”

Hank’s temples were rubbed raw by the time Billy walked into the living room to say this – and he didn’t dare say the other million things running through his head – when the old man looked up to wearily regard him.

“Your mother’s always mad William.” Billy suppresses the urge to wrinkle his lips in distaste. “But she’s calmed down now. She going to grab that movie you like, Helltaker or something, says she wanted to surprise you.”

Billy wants to point out it’s not a surprise anymore but instead he asks “How’d you get her to calm down?”

“I told her what she wanted to hear.” Hank straightens up and gives Billy a stern look. “Man to man? That’s how you get a woman to give you what you want. Tell her you’re sorry even when you don’t mean it. If you’re lucky enough, you may even get a wife out of it.”

Billy frowns. He’d prefer a wife that didn’t need fake apologies, and he didn’t want to be the type of husband to give them. He’d like a wife who’d make out with him during the gorey parts of movies. Or someone who’d make breakfast for him before he went to work just because she loved him. He’d like her to tear apart the world with him. Billy had heard that one in a song before and thought it sounded cool. Or maybe even a husband. One who’d never yell at him the way Hank did to Nancy, and one who didn’t come home drunk.

Billy didn’t say any of this though, especially not the last two sentences. He didn’t need anymore reasons to be forced to explain himself ad nauseum to the man.

“I don’t-“ Billy’s throat dries as he gives his father an easy, boyish grin. The one his mom says she loves. One he thinks will soften the blow of a disobedient opinion. “- think that’s right, right? Mom’s always saying lying is bad. She says the worst thing in the world is a liar-”

“Hah! I can think of a good few things worse. An atheist. Defense Attorney's. Queers-”

“-and a cheater. She says that she only gets mad at those kinds of ‘hooligans’.” He sees his father’s fists clench but a masochistic type of indignation swirls within Billy as he continues.

“You think maybe she knows your apologies aren’t always real? You should just explain that to her and I’m sure she'd-”

A fist rattles the coffee table and Billy feels his breath expel far faster than he'd like. He hated that noise.

“Don’t. Don’t get smart with me young man, or it’s the belt.”

He’s not getting smart, but Hank thinks he is and Billy feels his stomach drop. It’s only when the twist of a key unlocking the front door startles them out of the staring contest they’d been having - and Nancy’s voice announces her haul - that it goes away.

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He had approached you early that morning.

Billy slid into the bench encircling the stone table you were having your breakfast at. You looked almost done, and he felt thankful that that meant he could half stand using one leg, the calf of the other laying rest against the marble of the bench. Apologies never felt quite as stomach-churning when he got to look down at the person.

And it flowed like melted butter off of Billy’s lips. It only takes a few carefully placed I’m so sorry’s and I left because I knew I was in the wrong’s and You deserve to feel safe’s before he sees that understanding look in your eyes that tells him Mission Accomplished. It was as if all was erased in seconds and Billy is almost disappointed you didn’t give more pushback. He had a whole spiel at the ready that he even went over with Stu.

But why wouldn’t you forgive? The more you had thought about it, the more you realized it was just Billy being the way you’d always seen him. Stoic, cool, and maybe lacking in some social cues. But not enough that it made him look bad. No, it was that easy confidence he had that drew people into him and made him the Golden Boy he was. Even with the knife white-knuckled in his grip, you had no reason to doubt him after nothing egregious really even happened. Especially after asking Sidney about the strange event.

You remember her eyebrows briefly disappearing into her hairline before dropping back. She shrugs a shoulder.

“That’s just Billy being Billy. He’s a little hard to read, but he’s not a bad guy. He didn’t mean it”

“I’ll say. The guy’s almost too perfect.” Tatum chirps up from her spot on the bed, wiggling her freshly painted toes and waving her hand like a fan. “Should’ve seen how he asked her out. Normal old study session at his house back in high school. Booooring. But while her mom and his dad were talking on the porch? Mwah! Did that cute thing where he grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her mid English question.”

You remember the way Sidney had flushed, throwing a pillow at Tatum before huffing and tackling the cackling blond to the bed “Shut up, Tate!”

You smiled at the recent memory. They seemed close, and you never see Sid smile as wide as she does with Tatum. A pang of jealousy passes though you. You wished you had someone like that in Woodsboro. You had thought back on Billy at that instance.

He couldn’t be that bad, if Sidney liked him, right? Maybe he could become your first real pal.

“Yeah, it’s all good.” You shrugged, finishing up your breakfast before turning fully towards him. The surprise in his eyes gave you a little satisfaction, if nothing but because it was amusing. “I just don’t like being sneaked up on, but it was a mistake so…” You trailed off, hoping he got the message.

Billy recovers before nodding.

“Okay, thank God.” He gives what you think is supposed to be a genuine smile, but it just looked like another smirk. A beat passes before you stand up and grab your backpack. And an idea strikes you. Sidney did want you to bring him out of his shell, and what better of a way to do that than to use "making up" as an excuse to hang out. You felt a bit guilty about snapping at him, even though you know you shouldn’t. You had your reasons. Still, what is more oft sacrificed in friendship, than a little comfort?

“So. In celebration of our clear albeit awkwardly budding friendship.” You grin when you see his lips twitch upwards. “I propose a rendezvous? Hang-outs to smooth things over?”

Billy looks elated, and it doesn't cross your mind that it could be for anything other than eagerly befriending you.

“Sounds like a plan. Ah, actually.” He begins walking in step with you towards your class. “ Me and Stu are going to go to the arcade at Windgress Mall this Saturday. We’ll go to the food court at some point too. Maybe the park in the evening. Stu’s girl, Casey, is coming. You wanna join?”

You blink at that, a little caught of guard and a little worried in equal measure.

“Sounds great but, uh, wouldn’t Sidney get mad at that little arrangement? I don’t want her to get the wrong idea or anything.”

“Sidney wants to sleepover at Tatum’s this weekend.” Something bitter catches in his eyes and the words feel acidic as he spits them, but you let him continue. He continues “She’s been latching onto her for some time, since even before her mom died. Girl time I guess.” He shrugs.

“If you’re not game, it’s alright.”

“Oh.” You stop at the door to your class, turning to face Billy. “I. Am. Game. Hope you like getting your ass kicked at Mortal Kombat 3. I’m reigning champ.”

Amusement pools within Billy and he feels himself actually letting his lips tug upwards this time.

”Oh yeah? Where?”

You lean in conspiratorially before cheesily tapping your temple with a haughty smirk

“Y/N-opolis. Been champion for the last 18 plus years.” You pause before frowning and Billy raises a brow. “Or at least since last year, since that’s when, heh, the game came out.”

“Sooo. Honey? How’d it go?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Billy breathily laughs as he hauls his leg over the sill of Stu’s bedroom window. He has a smile on his face, and Stu can’t help but mirror it.

“Guess Y/N took the bait?”

“Hook, line, and sinker.” Billy rolls his shoulder, before spinning on his feet to fall back against Stu’s bed. The bed dips at his side, and he turns to Stu lounging form with mirth in his eyes. “Almost feel embarrassed for her. Should’ve seen how easy it was, man.”

“Oh, I can picture it now. Chicks eat uuuup that broken bad boy shit. Did she give you that pitying look too?” Stu sticks out his bottom lip, furrowing his brows. A bastardization of mock pity.

Billy thinks back, and he doesn’t remember you doing so, but he’s on a roll and he loves when Stu gets jazzed up, so he says he did.

“Yup. She probably wanted to suck me off then and there. ‘Maybe I’ll change him’” Billy’s falsetto sucks ass, and he feels embarrassment immediately after, but he gets a sharp laugh out of Stu so it was worth it.

“Sounds hot honestly. Can I watch if she does?” Stu’s hand is trailing up Billy’s abdomen now, white fabric catching a little, and Billy almost shudders externally before catching himself.

“More than that. I’d prefer you give her a helping hand.”

Stu smiles and leans forwards. And just like Billy pretends he’s only letting Stu’s lips meet his for the sake of keeping him pliant, he also pretends he doesn’t feel excitement at the thought of meeting you again.

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missmonsters2 · 3 years ago

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I'm proud for both of us for getting through such a bad day! thankfully rain didn't ruin our coffee date and it actually took my mind off (both our minds since my friend had a horrible day too - I swear idk what it is about today). definitely a lesson to learn with my invisaligns and I'm going to be triple checking all the time now!

I would actually live a drabble (w Nat since I have a soft spot for her)! you're so sweet and amazing for suggesting it!! it could be anything you want (I would read literally anything from you because everything you write is pure gold).

message of the day is that we got through it today, we got it for tomorrow!! 💪

Yesterday was something else LOL today was even worse I will not lie LMFAO

Alright bestie, let's do a soft Nat drabble 🥺

I've chosen the prompt "What's one little kiss between friends?" set in a College AU.

What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

i: underneath the bleachers

Count: <1k

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"Where's Natasha?"

You look around the canteen to find the redhead missing. It was unlike her with today being tater tot day. You don't understand her obsession with the fried cylinder potato, but it makes the redhead happy, and who are you to say anything about that?

"Hm, I don't know. I didn't see her after having cognitive psych with her. She told me to go on without her because she got stopped outside of class by...fuck, what's his name again? That dude she's seeing." Bucky said after he swallowed his food and looked around.

You frowned.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with who Natasha was seeing. She was a very popular girl on campus. Everyone wants to date the student council president, captain of the volleyball team, GPA of 3.9, and heiress to the Romanoff conglomerate.

But to you? She was just Natasha Romanoff, the girl you met when you were 15 and insisted on being your friend when your first words to her were, 'Fuck off.'

As you scanned the crowd, you noticed 'said dude' Natasha was dating sitting with his friends, laughing and getting claps on his back.

You sighed as you packed up your things. You wouldn't necessarily say you had a sixth sense of always knowing what was going on with Natasha, but your gut feelings about her were usually always right.

"Where you going?" Bucky asked

"To find Nat."

"She's not answering her phone. She could literally be anywhere on campus," Bucky crinkled his nose.

"I know where she is," you tell Bucky, snapping your bag close.

"What? How?"

"I just do!" You told him as you walked off with a wave.

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Your gut feeling leads you to the football field. Since it was winter, the field was often empty except for a couple of people here and there spread out through the bleachers.

You found Natasha Romanoff under the bleacher, hidden from the world, and everyone else was none the wiser.

You sat down next to her silently, only letting her ignore you for five seconds before you bumped her shoulder with yours.

"How'd you find me?" She gruffed with a frown.

"Find My Friends App," you offer lamely, knowing full well Natasha doesn't have hers on.

"Technology has ruined the modern world," Natasha muttered before she sighed and slouched against your shoulder.

"What's wrong, Nat?" You asked her softly.

Natasha stayed silent for a moment as if debating to tell you, but when she felt you brush your pinky against hers.

"I'm just tired," Natasha sighs.

"Tired?" You repeated with a tilt of your head.

Natasha stares out into the hills that obscure her. "It's stupid, but I guess I just feel envious of others. Other people don't have to worry about if the person they're seeing really likes them for them. They don't have to worry if their kisses and other physical intimacies will be spread around like it's some award to be won."

You frowned because you immediately knew the guy Natasha was seeing had done just that, and that was why he was getting accolades earlier.

You wonder if you should trip him the next time you see him.

"It's dramatic, but I'm starting to feel like loving someone, even just having someone kiss me because I'm me—not the idea of me is something I won't get to have."

No, you'll trip him and then spit on him. It's only justice.

You're so lost in your own thoughts when Natasha starts to shuffle, starting to get up.

"C'mon, some of the classes are about to be let out and people are going to start passing by. We should head back," Natasha said, brushing off what she had just admitted to you.

You immediately pull Natasha back down, getting a yelp from her. It kind of reminds you of the days of high school when you skipped together and huddled in alleyways to avoid being caught.

"What are you—" Natasha started to say but was swiftly cut off by your lips against hers.

The kiss was chaste and quick, but Natasha could taste your chapstick and wondered if you could taste hers. The kiss was so warm that it made her toes curl and her fingers flex.

When you pulled back, you licked your lips as you said, "There. I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice since I never liked the idea of you, anyway. So, stop being all mopey and come to the canteen with me, okay?"

Natasha felt displaced as you helped her up and grabbed her hand to pull her along. How could you just kiss her and move on?

"Oh, uh, you taste like raspberry."

What the fuck was she saying.

You shrug. "Yeah, I stole your chapstick last week."

That brings Natasha out of it as she huffed at you. "Fucking—I was looking for that! I had to open the blueberry one and it's not as good."

You merely laughed, but Natasha was still nervous.

"Thank you," Natasha finally said, and you peer at her for a long moment.

It was rare to catch Natasha so awkward.

"No worries. What's one little kiss between friends?"

Part 2

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parkersroses · 3 years ago

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hi I love ur writings so much can u pls write an angst where y/n is in love with harry hence why she agreed to pretend to be harry's gf to make his ex jealous bc harry is still not like over his ex and all that angsty stuff

stupid girl. | harry styles.

summary: it’s a silly thought for you to think something as fake could turn into something real.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

warning(s): angst, a bit of fluff

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @dreamboaths) hiiii! thx for the anon for requested this! i hope you like this! i thought of making it just under 1k words and it ended up about 3k words lol. this is also unedited so pls bear with the occasional minor mistakes here. anyways if you like this, reblog (!), comment or talk to me about it! if you want, you can donate to my ko-fi here! all the love and take care <3

You almost thought you heard him wrong. That he was joking to get some sort of rise out of you. But the desperate and pleading look on his face lets you know he was serious about it.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” You question him. He nods at you and gives you a nervous grin. “Y-Yeah, my girlfriend.” You sigh as you set down the coffee cup you held in your hands. “Alright, what’s the catch here?”

“What? There’s no catch! Certainly no catch here.”

You give him a knowing look.

He sighs, resting his face in his hands on the countertop. “You remember Amber, right?” You frown. Of course, you remember Amber. Nice girl, great personality, somewhat has the ability to make everyone want to be friends with her. But as his best friend, you also remember her as Harry’s ex girlfriend. The one whom he’d talk your ear off about. The one he’d tell you how much he loves her and how he could see an endless list of possibilities of them together. The one he cried to you about when they broke up.

The one whom despite being a sweet girl and all, you hated her a bit because she had the one person you were in love with.

“I found out that she’s back in town for a few weeks. Might even bring someone with her.” He says. “I kinda think you know where this is going.” He plays with the rings on his fingers nervously.

There’s a pang in your heart when he tells you this. Of course, he’s asking you to be his fake girlfriend just to make his ex jealous. How silly it is to think he even wanted anything more from you than to be just friends.

“Harry, I don’t think…,” you begin, not sure how to explain this to him. “I know, I know! It’s stupid but I just,” he breathes out, tugging a bit on his hair in frustration. “I still love her, okay?”

Ouch.

“And I guess I always thought we’d be together for the long run. So, I thought maybe if we pretend to date, that might reignite the sparks between us?” He tells her, though unsurely.

You let out a small laugh. “Sparks? Really, H?” His cheeks flame up but he gives his charming smile. “So, will you do this with me?”

You uncomfortably fidget in your seat, unsure of what to say. “H, I really don’t know about this.”

“Pleaseeee,” he stretches out the word. He grabs your hands and you could feel the warmth radiating off him. He gives you one of those classic puppy eyes looks that makes it hard for you to resist. “I need you, lovie.”

But not in the way I want you to want me.

And you know that it’s already a bad idea. What if Amber has moved on? What happens then? Will he just forget this whole thing never happened? And you in return will have a broken heart knowing none of this fake dating thing is real.

But you think about it more, about how nice it would be to just pretend to be his for a while. To hold his hand lovingly or kiss him on the cheek. To call each other endearing pet names. To call him yours because that’s all you want. You want to think you could live out this fantasy where somehow he’ll realise that you’ve been there the whole time and that he’ll tell you he loves you too. That it wouldn’t be fake between you anymore and you wouldn’t have to fantasize about the possibilities anymore.

And it’s just like that, with one more look into his green eyes that you love so much, you make a stupid decision that you guarantee will not end clean.

“Okay.”

Perhaps, you should have thought of becoming an actress because no one seems to suspect the fake dating.

Every day, Harry would take you out and hold your hand tightly in his. You’d savour in the pretend love he seems to give you when you’re with your friends. Almost everyone had figured that you two would end up together. You both laughed about it, but you were dying a bit inside.

It seems that everyone thought you were a perfect match. And you’d find yourself to agree to it. So why doesn’t he see that?

When Amber comes around, you try your best to not let it be known how fake this all was. Seeing her was almost like a reality check, letting you know that this whole façade is because of her, because he’s still seemingly in love with her. You can see how longing his stares were at her and it breaks your heart just a bit more.

And you have to sit there like a good girl and take every compliment or cheek kisses he gives you knowing it’s all for show. It’s killing you slowly and you wonder how bad it would be to just tell him honestly and truthfully how you felt.

“You alright, love?” You snap out of your thoughts as you hear his voice. You smile and nod at him, assuring that you were just mindlessly daydreaming about nothing in particular.

You’re both at a friend's house for lunch and are currently lounging around in the living room. You look over to see Amber and her friend that she brought with her. Without her noticing, you see how big her smile is whenever she looks at him. How her eyes shine and sparkle. How it seems like she’s in love with him.

Similar to how you are with Harry.

You hear Harry clearing his throat as he throws his tattooed arm around you, pulling you closer to his body on the couch you both sat on. You sort of feel your face warm up at the action, and it gets worse when he kisses on your temple and cheek in a loving manner.

But at the same time, you know he’s probably looking at her and doing all of this because of her.

“Get a room, you two!” Someone laughs at you two due to the display of affection. Everyone chimes in, teasing you as you groan and bury your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh, fuck off now!” Harry exclaims and laughs at their teasing.

It’s all laughter that fills in the room and it feels completely normal until Harry turns to whisper at you. “Feels like this is working. She’s looked at us a few times now.” And that’s just enough to burst your bubble.

Amber is already looking at you once more with a kind smile on her face. This is exactly what he wants. And God, you sometimes wish you weren’t so in love with him that you’d be willing to do stupid shit like this.

You give a fake smile and remove yourself from his hold. “I’m gonna get some water, okay, babe?” You tell him sweetly, emphasising a bit on the word ‘babe’ as if to tell everyone that, yes, you are dating and are completely in love and this is totally not a fake relationship whatsoever.

He smiles so brightly at the pet name, his dimple popping out as he nods, give your hand a kiss. As you make your way to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding back. You begin to think about this whole situation you find yourself in as you pour yourself glass.

You are too busy in your thoughts, drinking from your glass that you don’t realise another figure approaching you.

“Y/N, hi!” Amber greets you cheerfully. You choke slightly on your water as you were caught slightly off guard. Amber rubs your back as you cough out. “I’m so sorry! I thought you heard me coming in!” She apologises profusely.

You wave a hand in her face. “No worries. I should’ve paid attention.” You wheeze out as you try to catch your breath. As you do, Amber leans on the kitchen counter beside you.

“So,” she begins. “How are things with Harry?” She nudges teasingly at you. You giggle at this and begin to tell her what you have told everyone else that believed the both of you. “Oh you know, he’s still annoying but it’s been going great so far.” At least, that is partially true.

The pretty girl beside you laughs at this. “Well, I’m sure he’s super lucky to have you around. Someone’s gotta make sure he doesn’t get into any mischief.”

You smile and hum in response. You almost forget that you were supposed to make her feel jealous, but it doesn’t seem that way at all. You nudge at her. “What about you?”

“Hmm? What about me?” She asks innocently like she doesn’t know what you mean. You roll your eyes at her. “You know what I mean. What’s with you and your dreamy boy over there?” You point out where her friend sits along with Harry and everyone else.

Amber’s cheeks flame up at this and she has a hard time hiding her smile. “He’s super great. Just simply amazing, Y/N.” She tells her dreamily. “We went out a few times but haven’t really put a label on it or anything. Might just want to enjoy this and see how far it goes. But I really like him. I think he really likes me too.”

And you see it in her face of how head over heels she is over this guy. You see it in the way she looks at him or even talks about him. It clearly is there.

“Sounds like you really like him.” You joke, making her laugh. She then turns to you and smiles. “What about you, Y/N?” She asks.

“Hmm? What about me?” You repeat what she said earlier.

She rolls her eyes at you. “I can see from the way you look at him. Your face is just glowing because of it.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as she says this. “What do you mean by that?” She only chuckles at you.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

She has you stunned at this point. How was she able to read you so well? Then again, you think that might just be your convincing ‘acting’ that showed it.

“I-uh, I don’t know, uh,” you start to stutter along your words before Amber gently grabs your arm. “Hey, it’s okay. I could tell you probably haven’t told him yet?”

Now, is this girl just reading your mind?

“If it makes you feel better, I think he feels the same way.” She’s shocked you once again and you don’t know what to say. “He looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the night sky or you’ve tamed the oceans. It’s so obvious from the way he looks at you.”

Or maybe he’s just a great actor.

You fumble on your words. “Um, I don’t know.” She mumbles out under her breath.

“Hey,” she says to you. “If it has anything to do with us being exes, just know I don’t have any bad blood with this, okay? Honestly, everyone can see the way you both look or act at each other.” She chuckles.

“I’m happy for you two.” She tells you before giving you another sweet smile and leaving you in your thoughts.

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Everyone decided to stay for dinner but considering the host didn’t plan for it, everyone opted to order some pizza.

It’s been a while since you had your talk with Amber. When you sat down next to Harry again, he asked whether you’re okay and you pretended that you were.

A lot of things are swarming through your mind but one thing that stuck out to you the most is how everyone could somehow know how you’re in love with the beautiful green-eyed man. What feels worst to think about is Amber saying how he’s in love with her too, the girl you both were trying to make her feel jealous because Harry is still hung up on her.

It almost makes you sick thinking about it. How does everyone see how well and perfect you both would be together if all of this was real? And how is it that he’s stupid enough to not see that?

As the day transitions to night, you think to yourself whether you should pay extra attention to how Harry is acting with you. Maybe, just maybe, something hopeful may come out of it.

You paid attention to the way he talks to you, holds you, calls you ‘baby’ or ‘love’, the way he looks at you. People always say you could always tell whether someone is in love if you look into their eyes. Well, at least, that’s what you heard before.

And you start to feel hopeful, that maybe Amber is right.

Soon enough, you are on the way back to your apartment. It’s quiet on the ride back. You don’t know what else to say at the moment. When you reach your place, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding back in.

Harry seems to catch this. “You alright?” He asks, concern written on his face. You nod and smile timidly at him. “I’m fine.”

He nods at you, his fingers gently drumming on the steering wheel. “Tonight went well.” He starts. You hum in reply, not knowing what to say. “She seems… happy.”

You frown as you hear him say this. “What do you mean?”

He sighs as he looks forward on the lit up dark street. “I don’t know. I just… I feel like what we’re doing is working but at the same time, it isn’t.” He frowns and you almost want to reach over and ease the furrowed eyebrows.

“Maybe it takes time,” you say to him. You cringe at your words, but you know it’s somewhat the words he wants to hear.

He chuckles at this and leans on the center console. “All in all, it feels great to see everyone again.” You smile at this and agree. “Yeah, and especially when everyone really believed we were together. That was funny.” You joke, but you sort of wonder what he thought of it.

He laughs at this. “Yeah. It’s funny. Too bad it’ll never be real.”

You feel your heart stop at his words. “Hmm?” You hum, pretending that you didn’t quite get what he meant. “I mean, it’ll be funny. But you’re my best friend and that’s enough for me. Would be a bit weird if we actually started dating.”

You frown at this. You personally didn’t think it’d be that bad or wrong if anything real would happen between you two. Though, it sounds to him that he doesn’t really see it happening.

“I mean, everyone else would think we’re a perfect fit.” You partially joke with him.

“Yeah, it’s all acting anyway. I mean, you know how I’m still head over heels for Amber. I just wish that maybe she would see how much I want her back. Then, this whole thing can just end.”

Ouch.

You hum in response, keeping your gaze on your lap. You don’t even want to look at him, thinking you might just break down in front of him. You shakily breathe in, feeling a slight pain from the growing lump in your throat.

“I should go now,” you mumble under your breath, not waiting for his response as you open the car door. Harry frowns at your sudden change of mood and calls out for you.

As you walk up to your building, you hear him opening his door and chasing after you, calling for you. You feel his hand grab yours, which makes you turn to him as much as you don’t want to face him.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks, a worried expression plastered all over his face. You give him a fake smile in hopes to assure him you are. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired,” she tells him.

“Doesn’t sound like that’s the case.” He’s still holding your hand and you wonder if this is on purpose. “You’re upset. I know you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are!”

“Fine!” You finally snap at him. Harry winces at the sudden raise of your voice. “It’s just,” you sigh as you try to find the words. “Would it be so bad if what we’re doing now became a reality?”

“What? Us dating? Is this what this is about? It’s all for show,” he says. You shake your head as you stare at him. “You’re not answering my question,” you point out.

He sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I mean, no! But why does it matter? We’re best friends, it’s not that we're in love with each other,” he says. It doesn’t take him long to know the sad yet sympathetic look on your face, to realise what you’re trying to say.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” you sadly chuckle at the situation. You’ve already called this moment a long time ago.

“Y/N, I,” he begins again. He’s just saying your name now, no pet names, no ‘baby’ or ‘lovie’. Just your name. It feels off for some reason.

“You know I love you,” he tells her. She believes him, she really does. Even if it’s not exactly like how she wanted him to.

“I know.” You smile sadly at him, and it breaks his heart to see this type of smile on your face. It hurts him even more knowing it’s because of him.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks.

His hand still holds yours. It’s still warm.

You shrug at him. “I just didn’t. I’m just a stupid girl who she was living in a fantasy. Thinking maybe if we pretended to be in love, you might fall in love with me too.” You let out a pitiful small laugh.

You look up at him, eyes slightly glossy. “Can I just say something?” He gently nods, a bit unsure what she wants to say.

“You should talk to her. Let out your feelings for her. Come to an understanding.” You don’t tell him what Amber has said to you, nor are you telling him to simply profess his love to her. You only want out of what you both planned in the first place.

You don't want to feel like a second choice he won’t ever need.

“Y/N,” he starts, but doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t know what to say.

“It’s okay, Harry.” You assured him.

Both of you say nothing as you look at each other with sad, melancholy expressions on your faces. You lean up and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. He sighs and his eyes close, savouring her delicate touch on his skin.

When she pulls away, she looks up at him and smiles. Her hand strokes his cheek at the same spot where her kiss is. Harry breaths shakily at this.

“Goodnight, Harry.” She gives him one last smile before she turns to enter her apartment building. Their joint hands part and Harry’s is left hanging.

It suddenly feels cold and empty without her warmth radiating on him.

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Sidekick /// Dabi x f!Reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Summary: During a rescue gone wrong, a rookie sidekick catches the attention of two villains.

A/N: Thanks for 1k followers!! This is the fic that made me create a smut blog/lowkey inspired this. imho this might be the spiciest thing I’ve ever written 😳 also wanted to call out @kazooli because this is highkey inspired by her lol thanks queen

Tags/warnings: quirk kink, reader’s quirk makes other quirks stronger, noncon, threesome, lots of foreplay, outdoor sex, mild overstimulation, degradation, mild violence, threats, chronological/temporal inaccuracies, fucking long

You can hardly be blamed for not recognizing them. It’s only been three weeks since you debuted as a pro, and you’re not even really a hero. You’re a sidekick, and apparently you’re not important enough to have been briefed on the major villains you need to look out for. You’re just…doing your duty. Rescuing civilians indiscriminately. Stupid, naive little sidekick. It’s not your fault that the lives you just saved belong to the two most notorious villains around.

Still, Shigaraki can’t wait to see the look on your face when you find out.

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The disaster you ‘rescue’ them from—the League’s bar crashing down, the result of a small-time villain’s poisonous gas quirk—isn’t even a disaster. It’s a minor annoyance, sure, but Shigaraki and Dabi would have been fine without you…even though both of them missed Kurogiri’s warp gate and ended up trapped under a wooden beam in the wreckage of the building… Okay, it’s more than a minor annoyance. Shigaraki hacks violently as the cloud of foul-smelling steam and powdered debris enters his lungs. The poisonous quirk doesn’t seem to be having the same acid-burn effects on his body as it did on the building, but he can’t assume it’s harmless.

Father… Shigaraki took Father off his face to drink at the bar earlier before the gas hit, and now in the confusion the severed hand is either buried underneath the rubble that used to be the League’s main base or somewhere else out of view. “Father? Father!” Shigaraki calls out, attempting to shift under the crushing weight of the beam.

“Shut up,” Dabi says from somewhere to Shigaraki’s left. “Kurogiri took it in one of the portals, I saw it.” He looks worse than Shigaraki feels—something hit him in the face as the bar collapsed, and a few of the staples (piercings? stitches? whatever) on his right cheek are torn open and bleeding.

“Are you lying to me?”

Dabi sneers and rolls his eyes. “Let’s just get out of here.” His palms glow blue and Shigaraki follows suit, letting four fingers sit on the wood that’s pinning both of them to the ground. It’s too heavy to lift, so they’re going to have to get rid of it…a task that seems significantly more difficult when it becomes clear that neither of them are positioned at the right angle to touch it.

Shigaraki tries to wrest his arm out enough for his thumb to touch the wood, but it’s impossible. Beside him, Dabi’s having the same issue. “Shit, I can’t reach—“

“Is someone there?” Confident, clear, and oddly robotic, your voice cuts through the din of gurgling water from cracked pipes and police sirens like a lit flare in the darkness. Shigaraki tenses and halts his attempts to get free from the beam, and a second later Dabi mimics him.

“I heard voices.” The same unfamiliar voice rings out through the half-light, now accompanied by a body—your body, taking a series of awkward jumps down the piles of rubble to land in front of the two of them. The outfit you’re wearing is ridiculous: a pair of metal boots that clang against the cement wherever you step, matching braces on your arms, and a space-age chrome motorcycle helmet to top it all off.

A hero. Shigaraki’s lip curls in disgust as your head turns his way.

You scan the scene quickly, eyes resting on the two men trapped in front of you for a moment before you turn back to the opening in the wreckage. “Found two civilians!” you call out to the rescue workers just in case they’re within earshot, although it’s unlikely.

Dabi snickers under his breath. Civilians? Even in the chaos, you should’ve known the second you saw them who you’re looking at. Are you faking ignorance? Got something up your sleeve? It’s either that, or you genuinely don’t recognize them. Priceless.

You kneel down in front of the fallen beam and give a half-hearted attempt to pick it up. It doesn’t budge. No surprises there—if it were light enough for you to lift by yourself, the two men held down by it would have no problem getting out with their combined strength. You’re going to have to use your support gear to get it off them.

But first—you search for a memory of your rescue training. Reassure the victims. They’re probably panicking.

“It’ll be okay,” you tell them, your voice coming out mechanical and distorted from the helmet you’re wearing. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here to save you.”

This time, Dabi has to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. Ah, yes…they’re so lucky that there’s a do-gooder little hero around to rescue them, because they’d be helpless otherwise. The laugh is still audible, though, and Shigaraki shoots him a glare.

You raise an eyebrow at their expressions. Did he just laugh? Well…you’ve heard that people sometimes have inappropriate reactions in times of crisis. The dark-haired man seems more badly hurt, so you creep toward him first, careful not to disturb any of the debris and trigger an avalanche reaction. “I’m going to check your injuries now,” you tell him, and your gloved hand brushes away a sweep of spiky hair to examine the sizable red bump growing on his forehead.

Ouch…there’s no way that doesn’t hurt, but the man’s not letting any of the pain show on his face. Instead, he looks disinterested at best, and at worst? You almost get the feeling that he’s eyeing you up under your hero costume. Not that you can blame him. Damn this skin-tight bodysuit—it leaves basically nothing to the imagination.

“Does it hurt a lot?” you ask him. “I don’t think this is too serious, but they’ll look you over for a concussion when I get you to first aid.”

Dabi shrugs and you frown. Is the non-verbal response because of the ripped stitches in his face? Is it too painful to talk? Or could there be brain damage? Or maybe he’s just a man of few words or something…?

“Can you get on with it? Pick up the fucking beam already,” Shigaraki hisses.

Startled, you pull your hand away from the other man’s forehead. That ungrateful little…nope, nope, don’t get annoyed, he’s just in shock. “O-Of course, sorry. Just gotta make sure it’s okay to move.”

Luckily, the beam doesn’t look like it’s supporting anything else that’ll fall if you pick it up. You crouch down next to one end and steady your feet against the cement, lifting up with all your strength while activating the effects of the support items you’re wearing. When you feel the metal on your arm braces grow warm, you remind yourself again to thank the developer of your costume. You may not be a fan of the way-too-tight bodysuit that clings to everything, but the strength-enhancing armor that you wear on your arms and legs more than makes up for it.

A second later, you hold back a grin. It’s moving! You try to ignore the unpleasant screech of metal against stone as the beam slowly lifts into the air. As soon as the men get out from under it, you pant and let it crash back into the ground. “You guys okay?”

“Mm…yes,” Dabi replies, running a hand over the torn piercings in his cheek. “Got any more gas masks for the poison mist?”

“Don’t worry! The Commission is familiar with the villain who created it, and the gas isn’t harmful to anything living. Only buildings. It’s a troublesome quirk, but we’ve got it under control.”

“Then what’s with the helmet?”

He can hear the hesitation in your reply, even distorted and tinny through the metal speakers. “Uh…I, well…”

Now that you’re getting a good look at them, the two scarred faces in front of you seem weirdly intense, considering you’ve just saved them from a collapsed building. The dark-haired man’s eyes are…very, very blue next to the burned-looking skin underneath, and the other man’s greyish-blue hair isn’t quite long enough to obscure a pair of red irises that are scrutinizing your face with obvious hostility.

You give a nervous shake of your head to clear it. “Um, the helmet is…it’s dangerous if I take it off. I should get you guys back to the rescue area, I need to meet up with my hero…” Without thinking, you take a step back and then one more, not knowing exactly why you’re backing away when you’re supposed to be escorting them. “I’ll just lead the way?”

With your third step back, though, you bump into something hard. What was that? Your head jerks around but before you can identify what it is that stopped your retreat, you feel the faint sensation of something tapping lightly on the back of your helmet.

And then…it just…crumbles.

What just happened?

You cough and shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of dust. A breeze whips through your hair, sending a chill through you in more ways than one. How? No one pulled the helmet off; you would’ve felt it if they had. More dust sticks to your face, and you rub your eyes so you can open them.

Behind you, Shigaraki waits with outstretched fingers an inch away from your neck. If he had to explain the decision to decay your helmet strategically, he could—you’re a hero, a potential threat, and he wants to know what you’re hiding under that outfit just in case you figure out who they are and decide to turn on them.

But really? He didn’t think about it that much. It was an impulse reaction to you walking away from them; a tantrum. Child-like.

Once your stunned face is exposed, Dabi has to wonder what you were even trying to hide. You’re…surprisingly ordinary. Young-looking—a rookie, fresh from hero school graduations a few weeks ago maybe? Large, expressive eyes, lips parted in shock, but nothing particularly interesting. Shigaraki cocks his head to the side to study your face too, and both of them are so focused on your appearance that it takes a moment for them to notice the feeling.

Well, feeling isn’t really the right word, but there isn’t a word for the way your quirk works. Dabi’s eyes widen when it reaches him and behind you, Shigaraki stiffens. You notice.

There’s an involuntary quiver in your voice as you break the silence. “Y-You guys must have strong quirks if you can feel it just from that.”

Dabi sucks in a breath. So this is your quirk? It’s different…he’s never felt anything like it, not that he’s exactly sure what it is. There’s some kind of energy in the air around you that he’s breathing in, a feeling like taking a shot of espresso after days of sleep deprivation.

No, it’s stronger than that. The head rush after doing a line of cocaine would be a better metaphor.

Either way, he’s awake—more awake than he can remember feeling in a long time. Heat rises to the surfaces of his palms unbidden, his quirk appearing without him calling it. “What is this?”

“…It’s called Boost,” you say, licking your lips as a dry wave of heat radiates out from the man in front of you. “I can strengthen other people’s quirks. That’s why it’s dangerous—if the villain finds us—“

“It must have been hard to get through hero school with a quirk like that,” says a raspy voice from behind you.

What—? Your head twists around. When did he—

Shigaraki grips your shoulder with three fingers, holding just tightly enough to keep you from stumbling forward and away from him. His pinky and ring finger hover an inch over your costume, careful not to disintegrate the fabric he’s touching—although with the power sparking through his veins at the moment, it almost feels like three fingers would be enough.

“…Doesn’t really seem like the kind of quirk a hero has.” His voice, soft and pondering (a weird contrast to the harsh architecture of his facial features you’d seen earlier), feels very close to your ear. Something soft tickles your cheek. His hair?

A voice (an instinct?) deep inside of you is telling you to run. You ignore it. This is normal, right? It’s not uncommon for civilians who’ve just suffered a traumatic villain attack to have questions, even if those questions seem irrelevant to the situation at hand. You have to answer, even if your gut is churning. “I’m not really a hero. Not yet. For now, I’m a sidekick to one of the pros—and speaking of which, I really need to find—“

“But how does it work?” Dabi doesn’t notice himself making a conscious decision to step forward, but he does anyway and being closer to you feels right. He can see the trepidation on your face as he gets close enough to reach out and touch you, but you can’t really ask him to stay back, can you? Not when your quirk feels this good?

“I—“ Is it unreasonable that you think you’re being trapped right now? They’re just a couple of civilians, right? The question itself is common enough. People often wonder how you can be a hero. It’s a concern you’ve had to address dozens of times over the years. “Well, I work with rescue operations, especially with other heroes who have healing-type quirks. I can also assist in combat in some situations.”

“In combat? If you’re with a hero and a villain, you’ll enhance both quirks. Seems counterintuitive,” Dabi says, half aware that his voice is getting lower.

“And you clearly don’t have physical abilities. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have…these.” Shigaraki taps three fingers on the metal brace on your right arm.

“The effects can be unpredictable. And I can increase the degree of the enhancement with physical contact.”

“Contact?”

“Yeah. The gloves of my costume come off. My quirk is way stronger when it’s skin-to-skin.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

You shouldn’t have said that.

Shigaraki’s ring finger and pinky, which were hovering over the arm brace, come down to rest on the cold metal. The effect is instant: no crumbling, no slow decay—it’s there, and then it’s dust. His quirk in action, boosted by yours.

“What—What are you doing? What did you just do?” You try to pull away from him, but he holds you tight by your collar. His other hand comes up to grip your chin, and in one long sloppy stroke, he licks you from your neck up to your jawline.

You shudder. So does Shigaraki.

“It’s my quirk,” he tells you slowly. His breath is steamy warm on the cold, wet trail of saliva painting your throat. “Decay. Have you heard of it?”

You flinch away from his hand and your back falls against his chest. Of course you’ve heard of the Decay quirk. You might be a rookie, but even civilians know about the young, impetuous head of the League of Villains. Jesus, how had you not recognized him earlier? White hair, red eyes…you should have known. You should have left him under that beam. “Shigaraki…Tomura.”

“So you’re not completely clueless. Do you know me, then?” Dabi asks. He would think he’s the more noticeable of the two (the burn scars usually identify him), but you just stare up at him with the same deer-in-the-headlights look as before. Smirking, he lights a blue fire in his palm and it jumps up toward your face—not just the small spark he intended, but a bright, high flame. “Maybe this will help you remember.”

“The Forest of Beasts incident. You’re the one who started that fire,” you whisper. You’ve seen the TV coverage of the attack on UA’s training camp, the abduction of that teenage student, the forest lit up blue from wildfire. No wonder his skin looks burned.

“Dabi,” he corrects you.

Breath is coming out of your mouth in shallow puffs. Are you hyperventilating? Is this what hyperventilating feels like? You’re definitely panicking. They’re so close to you, caging you in between them. The smoke from the blue fire is uncomfortably hot over the exposed skin of your face, and Shigaraki’s lethal hands are still touching you. If they want to kill you—and why wouldn’t they?—you’re fucked.

The flame goes out and Dabi’s hands come down to squeeze your wrists. His palms are hot like he was holding them in front of a lit stove. It’s not painful, but it’s a threat.

“I’ll fight,” you say.

Your voice is trembling, and Shigaraki likes it. The effects of your quirk, the way he felt when he licked your face… And you’re afraid. He can see it in your shoulders, the quivering of your torso pressed into him. It’s nice. He wants to feel it more.

You’re struggling against their hold, and Dabi feels the urge to laugh. “You’ll fight…the two of us.”

“If you try to kill me, I’ll—“

Before you can finish your sentence, Shigaraki’s hands flit down to your metal support gear and disintegrate it. Shit. He’s fast, and you’re helpless.

Dabi releases your wrists and cups your face in a mockery of intimacy. His eyelids flutter closed as his skin meets yours… Fuck, he could get used to this. You smell so good, sweet and soft and clean, like fruity shampoo. What is that, watermelon?

Life must be difficult for you, hm… Everyone around you must want to touch you constantly. It seems like Shigaraki enjoyed licking you—maybe bodily fluids are an even stronger conductor of your quirk? Pushing easily past your resistance, Dabi forces your jaw upward and kisses you.

Oh…yesyesyes, just like that. Perfect. Dabi has to bite down a groan as his tongue enters your mouth. It’s ridiculous for someone else’s spit to taste this good, but he’s right—your quirk is amplified by the contact from the kiss.

After a moment he has to break it to regain focus and make sure he’s not burning you. You cringe away from him, your cheek brushing against Shigaraki’s neck, but Dabi tangles his hand in your hair to pull you back. He runs a finger against your closed lips, letting the pad of his fingertip heat up until your mouth drops open in response to the threat.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shigaraki asks, voice laced with revulsion. Privately, you agree. What’s going on? You were sure you were about to be either burned to a crisp or decayed into the equivalent.

Dabi laughs under his breath. “Try it. It feels crazy good.”

Curious now, Shigaraki wrenches your head around and tilts your jaw up to repeat Dabi’s action. When you refuse to open your mouth, he taps your jaw warningly and a hiss of fear escapes you. Would he really kill you? He decayed your support gear so quickly—would it be the same for your body?

Well, what’s going to stop them?

You open your mouth.

Shigaraki’s lips are harsh and unsentimental against yours. His tongue sweeps over the inside of your mouth, invasive and brutal. He grips you forcefully, his face pushing you deeper into the strained hold with your head twisted toward his. You’ve never been kissed like this before. His spit—it’s in your mouth.

And Dabi’s hands are on your waist. “How do you get this thing off?” he murmurs, pinching the fabric of your bodysuit.

A surge of panicked adrenaline gives you the strength to pull back away from Shigaraki. “What? No, you can’t!”

“Are you going to stop us, little sidekick?” Dabi mocks. “I think I can burn it off without too much damage.”

“Let me.” Shigaraki takes hold of the cloth, careful so when it dissolves into dust his hand isn’t touching you, and within a second—a second—you’re left shivering in just your underwear and boots.

“Help!” The plea squeaks out and you hope blindly that there’s a hero close enough to hear you. But is there even anyone who can fight them? You certainly can’t. “Help me! Somebody!”

“Shut up.” Dabi sends up a tongue of flame from a fingertip and you shriek as the heat sears against you. “Oh, come on. You should feel lucky. Bad guys like us usually don’t hesitate to take heroes out.”

“I don’t— Please, I’m just a sidekick, I’m a rookie— What do you even want from me? Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone! Please let me go.”

“Well, I think I know what I want.” Dabi traces circles over the tender skin of your hips, playing with the elastic of your underwear. He meets Shigaraki’s eye over your shoulder. “I think he wants that too. Right?”

“Yeah, I want…I want to fuck her,” Shigaraki hums. This isn’t like him, but he can’t help himself. You’re different. Leaving you here and never feeling this stimulant again isn’t an option. He buries his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, bites down on the soft skin there, and sucks.

You whimper, half from his answer and half from the sensation of his chapped lips on your neck. “Why are you doing this?��

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you smell like something I want to eat. Especially this.” Dabi kneels down in front of you and hitches one of your legs up over his shoulder so you feel his hot breath washing over your clothed pussy.

You whine and attempt to wriggle back away from him, but Dabi’s grip on your thigh holds firm. His other hand brushes against the fabric of your panties to rub up against your slit and another surge of panic jumps up your throat. You can’t let him do this.

You kick your foot against his back, desperately attempting to make contact using the heel of the high boot that’s the only piece of outerwear still left on your body. It hits him awkwardly and he growls. “Damn it. Can’t you keep her busy?”

“Ahh…” Shigaraki ceases his oral assault on your neck and scratches a fingernail against one of the bright red marks marring your skin. He feels almost dizzy from the way your quirk is affecting him. Behind him, the broken expanse of wall digging into his back is the only thing keeping his focus. “Behave, sidekick.”

Before you can respond to the mocking title, Shigaraki’s face is against yours and his tongue is in your mouth again. Rough fingertips work up under the band of your sports bra and pushes it up over your tits. You screw your eyes shut at the sudden feeling of cold air on your nipples, and you know without looking that they’re standing up. Shigaraki gropes you thoughtlessly, keeping one finger lifted off of your skin, and you gasp on his tongue.

“That’s better.” Dabi’s mouth returns to brush against your panties. To be honest, eating you out isn’t the first thing on his mind. What he wants—what he really wants—is to shove you up against the wall and fuck into you and find out what your quirk feels like when you’re wrapped around his cock. But you’re probably not wet enough for that, and it’s not like Shigaraki is going to do anything to take care of you. Dabi would be surprised if the other man’s ever eaten pussy before in his life.

Besides…you smell good. It’s not even just the feeling of your quirk exciting him. The rich, feminine scent of your pussy is inches away from him, and Dabi is dying to make you cum in his mouth.

A moan curls up from deep in your throat as Dabi caresses the lips of your pussy through your underwear. You don’t bother protesting—at this point, it’s unlikely that any plea you could muster would stop them. Your earlier begging didn’t do much besides spur them on, but you still cry out as softly as you can when an unnaturally warm fingertip slips under the cloth of your panties to dip into your slit.

“Oh? You’re wetter than I expected. Are you enjoying this?”

Your frantic denial falls on deaf ears. Shigaraki rasps out a laugh and bites down on your neck again. He’s supposed to be keeping you still, but he can’t help enjoying the way your almost-naked body feels as you press yourself back into his chest, trying to force some space between yourself and Dabi.

Your squirming is no problem for Dabi, though—you’re so soft and vulnerable and the velvety skin of your inner thigh looks so delicious… He nuzzles against the area of bare skin and latches on to it, sucking until he’s sure you’re going to have a mark in a few minutes. The thought of leaving hickeys on you like a teenager is sickeningly nostalgic. You’re probably going to try to forget this when they’re done, aren’t you? But you won’t be able to, not when you’re covered in love bites and bruises. You’re going to be marked up for weeks.

Fuck, he’s hard.

Too impatient to bother taking off your panties, Dabi just pushes them aside to gain access to your damp cunt. His fingers feel hot—too hot, almost unbearably hot; you feel like you could melt into a puddle and your pussy is certainly slick enough as he pets your clit and slides one finger in, then two… You whimper and shake your head, silently denying what’s happening to you. The intrusion is uncomfortable, but Dabi’s fingers quickly find that rough patch inside of you that makes you want to beg like an animal. You hate it, but it feels good.

“She’s so tight,” Dabi says with something like awe in his voice. You can hear Shigaraki panting behind your back.

“Get on with it,” Shigaraki says.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

For a second you just feel Dabi’s humid breath against your dripping cunt before he closes the space between the two of you and his tongue slides onto you, laving over your cunt to come to a rest on your clit. A sound you’ve never heard yourself make before forces its way out of your mouth as Dabi eats you out in earnest, rubbing his tongue against your clit in a stuttering rhythm that gives you no time to catch your breath.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Your head rolls back onto Shigaraki’s shoulder. You feel like crying for a million reasons at once. Maybe you’re already crying—the sounds you’re making are almost like sobs. You want him to stop. You never want him to stop. Your hands twitch as you fight the impulse to fist them in the villain’s hair and pin him down between your thighs.

“Fuck, oh fuck, no stop please stop, ah…!” The stream of gibberish coming out of your mouth crescendoes into a real sob as you feel your climax coming. No—you can’t—you can’t cum here, in this broken-down bar, on the tongue of a villain, but it doesn’t matter that you can’t, because you’re going to cum anyway.

“Please don’t, please let me go—“ You writhe uncontrollably as the desire to cum sweeps over you, but Dabi just curls one arm around your thigh and pulls his face away so he can push his fingers back in, angling his palm to grind roughly over your clit. The harsh, rough texture after the warm wet softness of his tongue is enough to push you over the edge and you cry out your orgasm, your pussy clenching onto Dabi’s fingers as he works them in and out of you.

Unable to support yourself, you crumple like paper, and only the two villains you’re sandwiched between keep you upright.

“Fucking finally,” Shigaraki growls, and he pushes you down so your knees scrape painfully into the rubble. Your earlier resistance was cute, but so is your dazed compliance as he pulls your hips up to meet his.

“You’re going first?” Dabi asks incredulously. After he did all that work getting you off? No way.

“You can use her mouth,” Shigaraki tells him. His cock is straining against his pants and he groans as he releases it and rubs it over your panties. He could decay them, but…they’re cute. Pale pink, peach-pink, except for the wet spot over your cunt. Precum is already dribbling out of his cock as he pulls your panties to the side and lines it up with your pussy. Jesus-fucking-christ, you’re wet, sopping and slimy. Doesn’t that mean you’re begging to get filled up? Shigaraki hears himself sigh as he slides the head of his cock up and down your slit so it’ll be wet enough to go in.

You’re still out of it, dizzy from your orgasm and the tension of the situation, but you snap back to your senses with the feeling of something hard pushed up to your entrance. “Wait!” you yelp for what feels like the hundredth time. The gravel scattered over the wreckage where you’ve been forced onto your hands and knees digs painfully into your flesh as you pull away from Shigaraki, but he holds fast to your hips with pinkies raised.

“Uh-uh,” Dabi admonishes with a grin, as if he’s reprimanding a dog for not coming when called. He settles himself in front of your front and kneels again. Your hair is mussed but still silky soft and he takes a moment to enjoy the way the strands slip over his skin before he tangles his fingers close to your scalp and yanks your head in his direction, forcing your cheek to chafe against the crotch of his pants. It’s not difficult to tell what the the thick bulge is through the fabric, and you try to flinch away only to be caught again and immobilized.

“You’re going to take care of us,” Dabi tells you. “Like I took care of you. Okay?”

No, it’s not okay, it’s absolutely not okay, and you would say so if you didn’t see Dabi’s expression darken at your obvious denial and feel a wave of acrid heat coming from his hand in your hair. The smell is worse than the feeling, honestly—you’ve had enough run-ins with hair curlers and flat irons to recognize the smell of hair when it’s three seconds away from burning. “Okay! Okay,” you answer, panicked, voice muffled by the fabric of Dabi’s pants.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and the heat fades.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Shigaraki says from behind you.

“Then don’t.”

You whine, too scared to try to get away again or even plead with them to let you go, but it doesn’t matter. Shigaraki’s cock presses into your pussy, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him as he slides into you, inch by inch, torturously slow. Is there anything to bite down on? You need to do something, anything to distract from the pain of Shigaraki’s cock stretching you out. He’s big, impossibly big.

Eyes squeezed shut, you bite your lip until you can taste copper and scrabble around blindly until your hand finds loose fabric to grip. It’s something of Dabi’s, probably the coat he’s wearing if you remember correctly, but your brain isn’t exactly working right at the moment—

“You were right…shit, she’s…she’s so fucking tight.” Shigaraki’s voice is low and labored with the effort of not thrusting into you all at once. “Feels like…she’s trying to push me out…”

Fuck it, he thinks. Would it really be so bad if he did push all the way into you in one stroke? It’s better to just get it over with, isn’t it? Yeah…you’d probably prefer him to do it quickly. And besides, he can’t wait another second to feel you all the way up to the base of his cock.

Your strangled whimper is drowned out by his satisfied groan as he shoves the rest of the way into you in a single sudden thrust. The pain knocks the breath out of you in a gasp, and your eyes fly open as you clutch Dabi’s coat like a lifeline.

“It hurts—!”

“Yeah…yeah, I bet it does,” Shigaraki pants, holding your hips steady as he thrusts in and out of you. The bored nonchalance of earlier is gone, replaced by a feral intensity as his cock carves its way through your pussy. If you didn’t know better, you’d think there’s something affectionate in his voice.

For Shigaraki’s part, he can hardly think of anything aside from the soft, hot, wet cunt wrapped over his dick. It’s taking every vestige of concentration he has left to make sure he’s holding a single finger on each hand away from your skin. It’s pure bliss. Your body was made to be fucked like this. He wants to live inside your pussy, he wants to do this every day, every minute. Fucking you raw is the best he’s felt in months…years. And it doesn’t hurt that your quirk is still working on him, still sending pleasurable shocks of energy that make him feel simultaneously like he could keep you pinned down for hours and like he could cum any second.

“Oh, she’s crying,” Dabi says, tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. You flinch and try to jerk your head away, but his hand is still holding you by your hair and he’s so much stronger than you are. They both are, even without using their quirks. “Look at me.”

You comply, more by reflex than any real desire to obey. It’s pretty striking to Dabi how cute you look as Shigaraki pounds into you so fast and deep you can hardly catch your breath. Your eyes are glittering with unshed tears, your tits bounce with every thrust, and you’re still holding onto Dabi’s coat like your life depends on it. It’s almost like you’re pulling him closer. Adorable.

“She can…take it,” Shigaraki responds breathily between thrusts. “Such a good whore, taking my big cock in her tight little pussy…”

The backhanded compliment jars you and you feel hot tears spill over your cheeks. “I’m—not—a—whore,” you manage to say, each word punctuated with Shigaraki’s skin slapping against yours.

“Really?” Shigaraki’s pace slows and he leans closer to you so he can reach an arm around and swirl two fingers against your clit. You mewl like a kitten at the unexpected stimulation and he laughs rudely. “Feels so good…can’t believe the heroes don’t want to fuck you like this all the time…”

You shake your head desperately and bury your face in Dabi’s chest, barely noticing him stroking your hair and then reaching down to unzip his pants.

“No, no, I bet that’s what you do as a sidekick, right?” Shigaraki’s thrusts are back to frenzied jerks, and he rubs over your clit just as roughly. “Spread your legs for your hero…you’d make a great personal cocksleeve. Or maybe they rotate you around so every pro hero gets a turn…?”

“No, I don’t! No! Ah— ahnnn…” The denials pierce the air uselessly as the villain’s cock fills you up again and again. You’re not a whore, you’re not…even if it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the growing pressure of Shigaraki teasing your clit in time with his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. It still hurts—he’s so big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had sex with before, but there’s no way you’re going to admit to yourself that it’s starting to feel good.

“…Is my cock better than All Might’s?” Shigaraki’s words are cut off by his own grunt of pleasure as your cunt twitches around him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dabi cuts in. “I’m sick of hearing a guy’s voice moaning. I’m going to get soft.”

Past the point of comprehending the situation, you look up at him gratefully, only to reel back in shock as Dabi frees his own cock from his pants and it brushes against your cheek. Trying to pull away from him is more instinct than rational thought, but he holds you just as easily as before and forces two fingers into your mouth. You tense, ready to bite down, (and hopefully take a few knuckles off) but he sees it coming and suddenly your mouth is horribly burning hot.

“You’re going to suck my cock now,” says Dabi conversationally, extinguishing the flame almost as soon as he started it. It’s not so bad—probably more like a coffee burn than anything else—but you’re coughing and spitting anyway. “Say yes.”

“…Yes,” you whisper, voice barely intelligible.

“Good little sidekick. And you’re going to be very careful. You’re not going to use teeth.”

You nod, unable to mount a defense with Shigaraki mercilessly fucking you from behind.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes!” you squeal as Shigaraki finds a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

“Good.” Dabi drags your head down to hover over his cock and massages your jaw until it falls open. “Suck.”

One of his hands falls to your shoulder to try to stabilize you, but you can’t help feeling the threat in the motion. You quickly duck down and attempt to ignore the heady smell of sweat and precum as you trace your tongue up the underside of his dick. He’s big too, maybe thicker than Shigaraki, and you hate yourself for feeling lucky that it’s not this cock inside your pussy right now.

The stunt Dabi pulled burning your mouth made you salivate, and you let drool coat your tongue as you lick around the head. But it’s not working—you rock forward every time Shigaraki stuffs his dick back in your aching pussy, and Dabi’s cock smears over your mouth haphazardly.

“I said suck. Not lick.” Suddenly (although you don’t know why you keep expecting some kind of warning before these villains find a new way to violate you), Dabi grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock into your mouth. Your throat constricts involuntarily as the thick head triggers your gag reflex, and all three of you shiver in unison.

“Do…do that again,” Shigaraki says, voice strained. “She tightens up…when you do that.”

Dabi smirks and thrusts into you again, relishing the warm, humid cavern of your throat around his cock along with the pure swell of energy from your quirk enhancing his. His rhythm matches Shigaraki’s and his cock hits the back of your throat with every rapid pump, making you gag and clench like you’re trying to milk the cum out of him. What a perfect little slut… He can see from Shigaraki’s sloppy movements that you’re squeezing around his cock every time too.

The feeling of having one villain cock buried in your pussy while another ravages your throat is unthinkable, even more so with Shigaraki’s fingers on your clit coaxing out an earth-shaking orgasm. But you’d almost be able to forget what’s happening—god knows you’re delirious with sensation, barely able to keep track of who’s doing what to you—if not for the sound. The wet slap of Shigaraki’s hips against your ass, the horrible squelching from your (dripping wet, even if you don’t want to admit it) pussy as his cock pistons in and out of you, your choked moans and gagging noises, and above it all, the unrestrained voices of the villains fucking into you.

You feel like a fuck toy, a sex doll, used without mercy by the two most evil people you can think of…and you’re about to cum.

Your voice is getting louder by the second, and the pulsing of your cunt around Shigaraki’s cock is telling him exactly how close you are. He curls his body over yours to get a better angle to rub your clit, enjoying your high-pitched whine in response. “Yeah…that’s right…good girl. Cum on my cock…like a good little sidekick.”

You keen and goosebumps rise on your skin as Shigaraki licks at the sheen of sweat on your back. He feels your climax almost as soon as you do… If your scream wasn’t stifled by Dabi’s dick in your mouth, everyone within a one-mile radius would know you were getting fucked silly, yeah? The walls of your pussy clamp down on Shigaraki’s cock, your body begging for his cum, and he grips your ass to make sure you can’t get away as he comes to his own orgasm inside of you.

Fuck… Shigaraki could die right now and be happy. He keeps stroking your clit, knowing it’s cruel, knowing you’ll be overstimulated and sensitive and that it’ll hurt to keep touching you like this after you already came, and not caring because every time the tips of his fingers push that little magic button, you shiver and squeeze him like you’re trying to milk him dry.

Shigaraki gives a few last thrusts, pushing his cum deeper into your body, fucking it into you so you’ll be dripping white for hours, and then finally pulls out. The slurping sound your cunt makes as his cock leaves your pussy is obscene. So is the cloudy trail of mixed white and clear fluid that connects your pussy and the head of his cock until he pulls it away. He loves it.

Knowing that Shigaraki came—inside you, no less, the inconsiderate bastard—Dabi grips the back of your head and tugs you down to deepthroat him. Your walls twitch involuntarily and Dabi groans, letting himself shoot his load down your throat. “Yes…yeah…yeah…just like that. Swallow.”

You don’t swallow. You don’t do anything but gag on his cum and gasp as he thrusts into you. Dabi pulls you off of him, annoyed and ready to threaten you into submission again…until your head lolls to the side and he can see that your eyes are closed.

“Shit, she passed out.”

“…What? Are you kidding?”

Dabi slaps your face lightly. You wince in your sleep but don’t wake up. “Nope. Must’ve been when she came the second time.”

“Is she…” Shigaraki trails off, not sure how to end the question. ‘Okay’ isn’t exactly right.

“She’s breathing, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The two of them wait for a moment, but you don’t move. When he catches his breath, Shigaraki wipes off his dick and pulls up his pants. Dabi does the same. Without them holding you, you flop down into the fetal position on the broken concrete. “What now?” Shigaraki asks.

Dabi wipes the sweat from his forehead. “You tell me, leader. I’m surprised Kurogiri hasn’t opened another warp gate to get you back. Guessing you don’t have your phone either?”

“…We can go to Giran’s place to meet up. They’re probably waiting for us there,” Shigaraki says, scratching at his neck.

“Do you have cab fare?”

“I don’t have my wallet on me. You?”

“Not enough for a cab. We’ll have to take the train. You can owe me.”

Shigaraki looks down at you. You make a pitiful scene, naked except for your boots, sports bra, and cum-soaked panties. Your neck is bruised red and purple, and you’re shaking, shivering in the cool air now that the sun has sunk further toward the horizon and you’re not being touched. “Are we going to leave her here?”

“What, you want to bring her on the train with us? You don’t think that’s gonna look suspicious?”

“Well…” Their eyes meet and Shigaraki knows Dabi’s thinking the same thing he is. You have a lot of potential as an asset. They haven’t even had the chance to see how your quirk boosting works in combat, but Shigaraki almost wants to pick a fight just to give it a try.

And fighting power aside, Shigaraki isn’t a fan of the possibility that he’ll never get to fuck you again.

“Yeah, I know. But she’s a pro hero’s sidekick. She can’t be too hard to find.” Dabi shrugs off his coat and crouches next to you. You’re limp enough that he has no trouble lifting you into his lap and guiding your arms through the sleeves of his coat. Once you’re wrapped in the black fabric, he does up the buttons, combs through your hair with his fingers, wipes the mixed cum and spittle off your chin, and admires his handiwork. Sure, anyone looking closely at you will know at least a little about what happened—you’re still sweating in the cold, you have that undeniable ‘just got fucked’ look all over you, and the smell of sex is overpowering. But at least you won’t have to walk back to the rescue tent in your filthy underwear.

In your sleep, you nuzzle into Dabi’s chest, reaching blindly toward the source of warmth. He grins and strokes the back of your neck, soothing warm fingers over the bruised skin there and enjoying his last opportunity to touch you and feel your quirk working…for now, at least. “You know, I wonder why villains don’t get sidekicks. Seems a little unfair, right?”

Shigaraki’s sneer matches Dabi’s as he bends down to run his fingernails over your cheek, almost hard enough to hurt. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

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