#I can think of a couple groups I would’ve liked to see on peak time but they either disbanded went to Japan or are in the military

[ayoyoungg]

the funniest thing about peak time is determining whether the group is nugu because of money/reseources/management or because the music sucks 🙃

[silverstar-1117]

xo, lover boy - chapter 1

˙⋆✮ Hyunjin x Actress Fem!Oc

˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ Summary; When Hyunjin gets introduced to Changbin & Chaeryeong’s childhood friend things seem to turn into his own little romance drama right before his eyes. He finds his dream girl and can only hope to be her dream boy.

˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ Warnings; female oc as reader, slight angst, pining (slightly one sided), Hyunjin is a simp, mostly fluff

Hyunjin opened the front door of his shared dorm with Changbin, hearing the other man before he saw him. Changbin was sitting on the couch on facetime with someone he couldn’t see clearly. Changbin laughed before speaking, “You know you can never say no to Chaeryeong and me when we start begging, Seri.”

It seemed like whoever was on the other end of the call was used to the teasing and prodding from his older member. “If i say that i’ll come over this weekend will you stop being a brat? I’ll just hang out with Chae without you.” Her voice was familiar to him, like he had heard it a couple of times but couldn’t place where from.

“You wouldn’t! You love me way too much to ever leave me alone” A beep signaled that the rapper had been hung up on. Changbin reacted with a huff and a pout before turning towards him. “You wouldn’t hang out without me, right?”

Hyunjin only rolled his eyes in response before turning towards their kitchen. “Who’s coming over this weekend? Anyone I know?” He hummed before continuing on, “They sounded familiar to me but i couldn’t place it.” Changbin hummed, “I don’t think i’ve ever introduced them to anyone in the group. She’s really busy most of the time so Chae and I don’t really see as much as we did when we were kids”

His phone vibrated prompting him to speak again, “We’re gonna go to a cafe with Chae on Saturday! Maybe we can beg enough to get her to have a sleepover too!” The older member rose off the couch before reading towards his room throwing a good night over his shoulder.

HYUNJIN - CHAN & I.N’S DORM

Laying across the youngest members bed killing time by scrolling through twitter Hyunjin swiped through his feed before stopping on a new post,

“STRAY KIDS CHANGBIN SEEN WITH ITZY’S CHAERYEONG & ACTRESS/MODEL YOON SERI”

He felt his face slip before calling out, “WHY is Changbin hyung with THE Yoon Seri?!” Jeongin peaked around his closet door, “What? Seri noona?”

Hyunjin frowned looked at the other member, “Noona? Have you met her?!” He crawled forward on the bed staring directly at him, “Well yeah? You have too.”

“What no I haven’t! When did I meet her?” It felt like his whole world was melting around him. He knew he was dramatic but not remembering one of your favorite actors? Someone who you watch on tv anytime there’s a new episode? “Am I an idiot? Actually, don’t answer that.” He cut Jeongin off as soon as he opened his mouth knowing exactly how he would answer.

He sighed, “She’s my favorite actress and I don’t even remember meeting her?” Jeongin laughed at the pout on his hyung’s face. “It was pre debut and she hadn’t even become an actress yet. She was just binnie hyung’s friend that came once or twice. She was really nice to me and gave me snacks” Hyunjin could image the goofy grin full of braces from so long ago.

“It was really hard to be mean to you.. you were so adorable” His voice trailed off as he started furiously typing on his phone. “What are you doing now hyung?”

Hyunjin finished his typing before responding, “Texting Changbinnie hyung! He knows how much I like her! I want to meet her again so I can remember this time!” Jeongin only laughed in return.

CHANGBIN - CAFE

He was the first one to arrive which he expected to happen. Seri was always running a little behind and if he knew anything he knew that Chae would’ve already shown up to force the older girl out the door. He knew he was correct as he saw the two walking up to the door of the cafe.

As the two walked towards him he stood to hug them one after the other. He held on to the elder a little longer as she rubbed his back. “I’ve missed you a lot Binnie. I made sure no one would bother me about schedules until Monday so we have the rest of the weekend together!” She rubbed his shoulder one more time before joining arms with Chaeryeong again.

“Unnie said we could have a sleepover! So that means you get to host this time now that you only have one roomie!” Chae pointed a finger at the older boy, “Why can’t Seri host?! She has no roomies!” He pouted and crossed his arms.

“My apartment is all the way across the city Binnie, unless you want to uber over an hour I say we stay at yours.” She smiled at him, “Plus I can meet your members again! I haven’t seen everyone in forever”

The trio chatted and goofed off for around an hour before deciding to walk around the area the cafe was in. There was some small shops and a park in the area and the weather was nice for now.

They ended their walk sitting around a table on the edge of the park separating their purchases. “Did you really need more jewelry?” Changbin teased his friend, “Hey! A girl can never have enough pretty little things to wear!” Seri playfully glared over the table at him, “This is my treat to myself! I’ve been working hard on the new season and this is my first day off in what feels like months.”

The other two gave each other a look before turning to their friend, “Which is why we get to spoil you tonight!” Chae smiled. They grabbed her hands and pulled her up and into them hugging her between them. “We get to snuggle you and make sure you eat yummy food!” Changbin’s words smushed into Seri’s hair.

“The guys are coming over and we can play board games and I’ll let you hold me when we watch movies that are too scary for me.” He rubbed the top of her head before stepping away to check his phone that wouldn’t stopping vibrating.

“Speaking of the boys, Hyunjin has already started harassing me with messages.” He playfully rolled his eyes before smirking and turning his phone towards the two. Eight Messages from Hyunjin and all eight were increasingly more frantic.

Hyunjin:

CHANGBIN

WHY ARE TOU WITH YOON SERI?!

HYUNG PLEASE HOW DO YOU KNOW HER

ONCE CHANCE PLEASE

IVE MET HER?!

PLESEA PLEASE PLEASE INTRODUCE ME

SHES MY FAVORITE ACTRESS PLS

IM ONLH ASKJNV FOR ONE CHANCE HYUNG

Her whole face scrunched up as she laughed, “Oh my god! He’s too cute” It was like her smile only got bigger before she snatched his phone from his hand. “Give me this for a second.”

She flounced a few steps away typing across the screen before hitting send.

HYUNJIN - CHAN & IN’S DORM

He knew both Chan hyung and Jeongin were both teasing him from where they sat across the living room. They watched as he lay sprawled out on the floor waiting for a text back from Changbin.

He kept looking back at the article just to check that he wasn’t going crazy. That his group member was with THE Yoon Seri. Every time he checked back he was still just as shocked to see that he wasn’t actually going crazy and it really was true that he had somehow completely blanked on already meeting his favorite actress.

It felt as if years had passed as slowly as possible before his phone vibrated in his hand, Changbin finally messaging him back.

Changbin:

*Changbin sent a photo*

Hi Hyunjin! We’re gonna have a sleepover at your dorm? I hope that okay with you too! Let’s have fun together! - Yoon Seri x

“Oh my god!!” Hyunjin stared down at his phone, pink slowly starting to spread across his cheeks. “She’s so pretty” They could only stare at their dancer as he continued to stare at the picture on his phone.

As if shocked out of a daze, he jumped up from his spot on the floor “She’s coming over and our dorm is a mess! I have to go!”

He was there one second and gone the next, the two remaining member only laughed to each other before getting up to follow.

author’s note: So i literally started this last night and the inspo hasn’t stopped. this is the easiest and fastest over ever written a chapter lol

[nevernonline]

✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #09 seeing red.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.7k

masterlist ▸ 008 not the bath mat.  ▸ 010 coming soon

“You okay?”

Seokmin’s voice rang through y/n’s ears as she drove her car away from of Vernon’s white apartment building. 

“Yeah, I think so. I’m just nervous for some reason like I can’t put into words why, but my gut is telling me something is weird.” 

“Gut instincts are rarely ever wrong, but I’ll be by your side until you tell me you don’t need me to be. Okay?” 

Pulling up into the parking lot of the glass framed building just on the edge of the city overlooking the water, y/n felt her nervous sweating start to begin, almost begging for air conditioning to surround her like a chilled hug. 

“Want to hold my hand?” 

“Yes please, they’re clammy I’m sorry.” 

Gripping onto Vernon’s firm hand the three boys almost looking like her bodyguards bypassed the frenzy of people outside waiting to get their own peak at Minghaos installation themselves and walked through the door. 

The room was filled with small tables, made by hand as a final touch to Minghaos work, adorned with dainty black table clothes and bottles of champagne placed in ice buckets. 

The room was softly lit with yellow and white lighting making everyone have a glow that bounced off of them almost as if they weren’t real. 

“Would you guys like a drink? We have champagne and two signature cocktails, one is a gin based drink called ‘delicate’ and the other is a whiskey ginger based drink called ‘storm cloud.” 

The beautiful waitress signaled at y/n’s small group and pointed out the drinks on the table. 

“I think two storm clouds and one delicate one for sure. Y/n? What would you like?” 

You spun to look into Junhui’s big eyes, skating your head saying anything is alright with you so he made the conclusion to just order you the same as Seokmin to be safe. 

“Thank you.” 

Y/N placed a tip in the small bartenders jar and bid her a smile knowing she’ll be back for more later in the night 

“Should we look around now and try to find Minghao? Or wait a bit?” 

“Seok lets just wait here, it doesn’t seem like anyone is looking around yet, I'm trying to spy for Minnie and Mingyu.” 

“And Mimi.” 

“Yeah. Her too.” 

“Guys, Vernon and I are going to go find Vernon’s friend Seungkwan. We'll be back in a second.” 

“No problem.” 

Y/n and Seokmin waved the cute couple off into the crowd. 

“So y/n.” 

“Seoky.” 

“How are we feeling now? What was going on in the car?” 

“I don’t know. I told you I’m alright.” 

“Yeah but you don’t have to lie to me about that.”

“I promise you I would never lie to you, we basically took an unintentional blood oath as kids it stays” 

“Okay. I love you, you know that right? But I rarely see you nervous like this so I can’t help but feel concerned.”

“Shut up. Yes I do and I love you too. I promise im alright.”

Averting her gaze back to the front door she watched as Minnie and Mingyu walked hand and hand, strutting past a very devious looking Mimi standing to the right, chit chatting with someone who was unrecognizable to y/n. 

“They look good together.” 

“Yeah, they do.” 

“Do you think this fake dating is going to lead to them.. you know.” 

“Well. If I can be honest with you y/n which I'm sure I can, I think it already has.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you alright with that?” 

“I am actually. Any other time it would’ve killed me I think, but now.. I don’t know? I’m content. They make sense.” 

“You shine too bright to have someone who shades you.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

“I don’t know actually, I think im drunk already.” 

Y/n placed a small kiss on Seokmin’s temple laughing at his flushed cheeks before a familiar yet irritating voice cut through their ears. 

“Y/n, Seokmin. Hi! You both look absolutely gorgeous. Mind if I sit?” 

“Hi, Mimi. Sure.” 

“How are you guys? This is so beautiful and we haven’t even seen his art yet, how crazy. He’s so talented.” 

“Yeah it’s nice. You look great, I love your bag.” 

“Thank you. You look nice. I see you didn’t go with the outfit you picked out the other day.” 

“Hao told us to come in black so it just didn’t feel right.”

“Mimi, can I ask you how you know Minghao again?” 

“Oh wow, well it’s a long story. We met a few years ago, I haven’t seen him in a while actually.” 

“Ah, I see. Did you go to school together or?” 

“Wow Seokmin, someone’s nosey.” 

“Oh, sorry no, not nosy just curious is all. I didn’t know you knew him.” 

“It’s okay. Our parents actually work together.” 

“Nice.” 

“Do you know if he arrived yet? I’m sure he’d love to see you in this gorgeous outfit. Leaving everything to the imagination, he likes conservative girls.” 

“No we haven’t seen him, we're just waiting for Junhui actually.” 

“Aw, cutie. His boyfriend seems so nice, I stalked them online today. Dumb and dumber vibes, you know? I’m more curious though did you see Minnie and Mingyu? How trashy getting with your friends hook up? Maybe she truly has it out for you. You’re too pretty to never be the one to end up with the guy. But actually you should just date Seokmin, everyone knows how much you guys love each other, it could work out well.”

“Oh I-

“Well, I have to get going and find my way to the girls room. I’ll see you later. Toodles.” 

“Toodles” 

Seokmin’s voice gained a depth that you haven't heard since someone pushed him in the fountain at your high school during senior prank week. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“Fucking weird is what that was.” 

Seokmin’s tone turned quickly into a quiet mocking of Mimi’s.

“Dumb and Dumber vibes.”

The two of them laughed as they shrugged off the interesting encounter with a former foe.

A bartender came over to the pair and handed them both a flute of champagne, as the rest of the patrons erupted into a roar when Minghao made his way into the building, Wonwoo walking beside him, smiling at his friend who was receiving praise from his acquaintances, hugging and high fiving him for his success, some chanting for him to make a speech.

Minghao walked straight past Mimi who was stealthily placed behind a tall gentleman the star of the night was not paying any attention to her whatsoever, almost like she was invisible. He strode over to the small table where y/n and Seokmin were awkwardly standing clutching the glass flutes, wrapping his arms around the both of them at the same time. 

“You guys look.. amazing, thank you for coming.” 

Minghao took a deep breath and looked up and down at the girl he had his arm around. 

“Seriously. Thank you.” 

“Our pleasure.” 

“I’ll be back after I say some thank yous, maybe we can all walk through together okay?” 

“Cool.” 

The intimate crowd surrounded Minghao and Wonwoo handed him the matching glass of sparkling wine and he held it up as a small cheers. 

Y/n peaked through the crowd and spotted Minnie and Mingyu to her right, still looking as loving as ever, Vernon and Jun to her left with an unrecognizable boy, who threw a small wave in her direction that she could only pass off as Seungkwan the only one she couldn’t place was Mimi.

“Hey guys. I just wanted to say thank you for coming tonight to the opening of my show. It’s been about a two year process to finally get through to this night. Many of you have been around much longer than that, so thank you for supporting me even when I was up late at night calling you upset about how it wasn’t going to work out. Vernon, Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and Mingyu, you guys truly were the only reason I didn’t jump ship many times from achieving this goal. It’s nice to see old faces like yours mixed into a group of new friends. So thank you, everyone, really. We’re going to take a peek through the gallery now, feel free to bring your drinks and grab some more along the way. And yeah, just enjoy yourselves. Thank you.” 

The clapping dwindled down as the group followed Minghao through the journey he went through over the past two years starting from just a week ago up until the beginning. 

Y/N stopped Seokmin to look at a very small white canvas decorated with various pastel water color paints mixed with an oil that looked almost the color of fresh blood. 

“Do you know when I did that?” 

“This?” 

Minghaos voice spoke up behind them quietly, not wanting the room to echo as the group was admiring the work during their part one journey. Seokmin smiled down at his female friend and decided to take the opportunity to wander off on his own like any good wingman would do. 

“Yeah.” 

“Uh, no. Is this a trick question?” 

“No it’s not, but it was that night I found you on your floor, looking at those pictures of you and your friends.” 

“I- You got inspired by that? How?” 

“Not sure I have time to explain it right now, but look at the title.” 

‘About you’ was written on the plaque to the right side of the artwork. 

“Wow. Thank you.” 

“No thank you, I couldn’t have finished any of this without you actually.” 

The art curator swooped Minghao away from your side moving the group into the second room, where the energy was colder, the lighting was turned down slightly, causing the fading colors the feel cold and dark and full of sadness especially coming from the front of the house that was bright and full of life. 

y/n was on her own now, sitting near the back of the group losing her sight of all her comfort blankets that were her friends. 

She spotted the red lip of Mimi directly across the room, also slipping to the back, trying to blend into the crowd as she looked around. 

After spending a good ten minutes looking around the group was led through a vinyl curtain into a room full of dark red lights, the canvases on the wall now sunk to the floor of the room and scattered themselves alongside ripped and tattered papers on the concrete floors.

Something in y/n’s stomach had told her she should leave now, the growing anxiety of the light and coldness of the room, with near to no talking as the faint look of paint splatter sunk into her eyes on the walls almost like old blood. 

She tried to turn around and make her exit through the same vinyl door when a hand came up to her wrist. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Oh, Mimi hi, shit you scared me. I actually don’t feel well. I was going to dip out for a second.” 

“Aw, come on y/n you can’t leave Minghao now. Not before the big finale.” 

“Right..” 

“Be right back, I’ll find Seokmin for you.” 

“Thank you.” 

All of the sudden as Mimi walked away a projector screen hit the wall, various old videos shot on a cam recorder. 

Y/n had recognized the faint pink colored walls, her own childhood room.

“Let’s go fucking crazy.”

The words came from lips that were set behind the camera only y/n knowing it was the sound of Mimi’s voice as she was being filmed sitting on the bed of her old room, a bottle of cheap vodka in her hands. 

“Okay, y/n I want you to see how pretty you are. We can send this to Joshua as a birthday gift. Should I turn the lights off more?” 

She watched herself as she nodded awkwardly giggling on top of the zebra sheets, her hands pushing the red bottle of liquor to her lips, dribbling the liquid down her chin, the sight of tears welling up in her round eyes.

“Y/nnie don’t be sad, nobody will ever find out we accidentally hurt anyone, okay? My dad said she’ll be okay, just a broken leg. Just let loose.” 

The lights flickered off the screen straight into her soul pushing down the memories of Mimi stealing her dads car while intoxicated to go and buy more alcohol before this very moment played out. 

Suddenly she saw red. All of this had been a set up to embarrass her. Another nail in her coffin. 

Her eyes filled with tears as she watched Mimi turn the people in the room to sit and stare at her face.  Watching the scene play on as Mimi told a very naive twenty year old girl to strip herself of her own clothes to impress the boy she liked and forget about the worst day of her life. 

The people in the room sized her up and down, some turning back to the screen, others reading a small handout that was stuffed into a map of the museum while giggling at the journal entries she wrote about her once crush and the man she had fallen for now before she even made the connection of who he was to her all of those years ago.

Y/n’s legs felt like jello, yet something in her built up the strength to bolt through the vinyl curtain, her heels echoing through the white walls like bullets hitting a glass window. 

She heard a voice cutting through the sound of her heels behind her calling out, but she decided she couldn’t stop to turn around and face anyone. It was a secret that couldn’t be shared, something that Mimi used as a final dagger to cut everyone out of her life the same way she cut the girl out of her own. 

As she reached the fresh air of the front doors, the same cute bartender was sitting out on the curb smoking a cigarette looking concerned for y/n’s well being. 

“Are you alright?” 

“No.” 

“Want a cigarette?” 

“A ride maybe? If it’s not too much to ask. I dropped my phone somewhere, I have cash I can pay you. I just need to get out of here now.” 

“I don’t need your money, it’s okay. Let me help you get a cab okay?” 

“Thank you, really. What’s your name?” 

“Rena. Yours?” 

“Y/n” 

Rena walked quickly with y/n to the outside cab pickup on the corner of the art museum, quickly hailing you a cab and shutting you tightly inside, leaving you with the last four cigarettes stuffed inside her metal case. As you drove off with a wink from her, meaning she had a feeling she’d see you again. 

“55 Miles Avenue, please” 

The driver sped through the night lights avoiding cars like it was a game. Pulling up outside the familiar front of Joshua’s building. 

Basically throwing money at him and whispering a quick thank you, y/n ran her way up to his elevator, finally reaching his floor, and knocking heavily on the door. 

In the few seconds he took to come unlock his apartment to her, she realized how desperate and deschevled she must look. 

“Y/n? It’s still early, are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Come in, come in.” 

Her tears suddenly grew stronger, sinking down to his wooden floor, feeling his hands grab her shoulders and sink down with her. 

“What happened?” 

Words couldn’t form in her mouth correctly, she managed to spill a couple of sentences that made a way to fill him in. 

“Fuck. Y/n come on, let’s get you a shower and some fresh clothes.” 

Joshua’s arms picked the girl off the floor and led her into his black marble bathroom, which suddenly felt like an oasis to her. 

The water ran hot, scorching her body of the sins and embarrassment she had just gone through, spending more time scrubbing away at her skin and hair, feeling like it would help if she rubbed her skin nearly raw. 

Stepping out of the shower she grabbed the gray hoodie and soft sweatpants Joshua had laid out for her, taking her time to step into her clothes and walk out into her reality. 

“I ordered you some food. Come on.” 

As she finished eating in her daze, the boy to her left carefully rolled the thin paper over the green flower and lit the end, handing her a relief from her stress. 

“Thank you.” 

“Want to talk about it?” 

“Not right now.” 

“Okay. But im sorry I made you befriend her again, I should’ve known better y/n. I really thought she had changed.”

“Stop. Please, I really don’t want to talk about her right now.”

“Okay, just one last thing. Why do you think she did it?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

“But do you think Minghao had something to do with it I mean she basically ruined his whole night just for her own revenge. Seems weird that he-“

“Josh.”

“Okay. okay.”

Joshua and y/n sat in the haze of their shared joint, not talking until she finally had enough of a high to fall asleep next to him on the couch and chose to deal with her problems the next day. 

bonus:

note/s: part one of y/n’s wild ride fr. i feel like yall all know we can trust seok/bernon/wonu/junhui for sure 😌✊🏻 but for everyone else the jury (me) is still out lmao. IK MY ASS USED THE WRONG YOUR ok thank u lets just chalk it up to seokmin being drunk and silly lmao <3 i kept telling myself this is too rushed but i also didn’t want to overwhelm and put more of the drama here so lol. def prob typos etc etc bc i was editing at night which i def shouldn’t do anymore lmao. ok ttyl ily.

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[klarriel]

can't hold what opposed you anymore

summary:

tommy arrives at chim's bachelor party, and it all goes wrong from there.

(takes place immediately after THAT sneak peek)

notes:

T/W for people with emetophobia - contains one episode of vomiting. Also multiple mentions of alcohol in here, if that is something you are wanting to avoid!!

sneak peak this this fic immediately follows - https://x.com/911TVNEWS/status/1786036072960672128

title is from show you (truck song) - esme emerson

Buck shoots Eddie a soft smile as he and Tommy move to the other side of the room to mingle with the other guests as they start to arrive.

“Who doesn’t know Miami Vice ?” he mutters to himself, grabbing a shot glass and pouring in a healthy amount of vodka. He pauses, shrugs, and downs the entire shot. Grimacing and wiping his mouth, his attention is caught as he hears a group laugh from across the room. Turning, he sees Tommy regaling multiple people with what appears to be a hilarious joke, Buck’s eyes trained on him, eyes shining. 

Okay, since when was Tommy the funniest guy around? All he talks about are monster trucks and British sitcoms. Hell, when was the last time Buck laughed at one of Eddie’s baseball jokes like that? 

Tommy takes a sip of his orange juice. He turns to smile at Buck, and puts a hand on his back.

“ Orange juice - I’m on standby .” Eddie mimics under his breath in a high pitched tone. 

He huffs out a fake laugh, before grabbing a beer. 

-

The party is well under way, and if Eddie has drunk more beers and tequila shots than he can count on two hands he doesn’t dwell on it. 

He catches sight of Chimney through the crowd, and grins as he sidles up to him. 

“Well hello there, future Mr. Buckley.” He laughs, wrapping him in a quick hug.

“I could say the same to you!” Chim replies, before awkwardly stopping and releasing Eddie from the embrace, “Uh… I mean- Hey! Hows the tequila?” 

“Uh… Not bad, if I do say so myself.” 

Buck, inevitably, catches his eye from across the room. He’s sitting next to Tommy, and it looks like they’ve both been chatting with Hen and Karen like they’re on a fucking double date or something - the idea makes Eddie feel sick.

Buck motions for him to come over, as Albert pulls Chim away for some shot roulette.

He starts to shake his head, telling himself it’s better to give them their space, but then he makes out two words mouthed in his direction. 

Eddie, please. 

And he can’t say no.

-

“So Eddie, Tommy was saying you guys have tickets to a neat wrestling show next month.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows in agreement, his beer sloshing slightly as he brings the bottle up to his lips. 

“Can’t wait.” Tommy adds noncommittally, arm resting across Buck’s shoulders, and it’s kind of pissing Eddie off, because if they were allowed to bring dates then he definitely could have made it more of an equal footing by bringing Marisol, “Would have invited you Buck, but not sure it was your kind of thing.” 

Buck seems to agree, but if Eddie knows him like he thinks he does, then he knows Buck would’ve loved to come regardless. 

They sit in awkward silence for a few moments. 

“Hey, did you guys hear about-”

“So, you guys are official then?” Eddie interrupts Buck, and Tommy almost chokes on his Sprite. 

Buck’s eyes narrow in questioning, before he clears his throat and glances at Tommy. 

“I mean, we’ve only been on a couple dates but… Maddie knows about us,” Buck starts, and the very mention of the use of the word ‘us’ in relation to Buck and Tommy rubs Eddie the wrong way, “but the others don’t. I was thinking… I don’t know, I’d just try and tell them over the next few weeks.” 

“So no grand gestures tomorrow then?” Eddie drawls, and he manages to bring his hands up in mock theatrics. If he lets some of his bitterness seep out, he’s too drunk to care. Tommy’s gaze flickers to him for a moment, before he huffs out a laugh. 

“I, uh.. I don’t think Buck would be up for that.” Tommy mutters over the top of his glass of Sprite, and even with the blaring music Eddie can pick up the tone. The second thing he notices is Buck’s expression as he lowers his gaze to the floor, and with that, Eddie is done. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“ Nothing , Diaz, geez… calm yourself.”

“No, listen Tommy.” Eddie sets his beer down, almost losing his footing as he stands, mind more focused than it has been for the past hour. “What’s with all the digs and the comments about Buck?” 

“It wasn’t a dig, you don’t… There’s a context that both Buck and I-”

“No, I don’t care what you guys get up to in your free time,” He totally does “but you don’t speak about him like that.”

Hen and Karen, sitting at the table next to them, watch the scene intently. Buck is looking up at Eddie, eyes pleading and searching at the same time. 

“Eddie, stop-”

“No, Buck. Like… who the hell does he think he is?”

“Look, Eddie, if I’ve offended you I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizing to.” 

Tommy scoffs, looking between Eddie and Buck before standing and shaking his head.

“Eddie, what-”

Suddenly, a loud ringing distracts the group, and Tommy whips his phone out of his pocket. 

“Hey, Cap. Yeah, I- hold on… Uh-huh…. Okay, I’ll be there as quick as I can.” 

He hangs up, downing the last of his Sprite and placing the glass on the table.

“Saved by the bell.” He mutters, grabbing his coat, “I’ll… See you later, Evan.” 

He walks out, and he’s only just through the doorway when Buck speaks up. 

“I could have handled it, Eddie.”

  Eddie looks towards him, and the confusion and rejection are written all over his face. 

Eddie is about to say something, what that is he isn’t sure of, when he proceeds to vomit on to his shoes. 

-

“I hate him, Hen. I really, really hate him.”

“Sure, honey.” 

Eddie is perched over a toilet bowl as Hen rubs circles on his back.

He’s not sure who he’s talking about, but Hen understands. 

-

They don’t speak about it.

They have a great night, all things considered.

They find Chimney - eventually - and Buck gains a new brother-in-law.

Eddie stands next to Buck at the ceremony, and if he sheds a tear or two during the vows that’s his business.

-

After taking a moment to clean himself up in the bathroom, Eddie finds that he’s one of the last to leave the hospital. After a surprisingly beautiful ceremony, the guests slowly filed out of the Emergency Department to leave Chimney and Maddie to their perfect wedded bliss. Christopher had begged to travel with Jee-Yun to the reception at Athena and Bobby’s, and Eddie was left to make his own way there - Hen had recommended a pitstop and change of clothes with Buck on the way. 

He almost doesn’t see Buck sitting on the kerb out front, his legs long enough that his knees jut out at two awkward angles, hands in his lap, gaze distant. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie smiles, eyes searching Buck’s face. Buck is almost caught off guard, seeming surprised that Eddie’s still here. He sighs and pats the pavement next to him. 

It always intrigues him that, since he and Buck met, for the most part, they’ve been on the same page - always able to pick up what the other is thinking. And yet, sometimes, Eddie feels so cut off from him - as though there’s a part of him that he won’t let even Eddie see. 

Eddie hooks out the two mini bottles of wine he stashed in his suit pocket the night before, sitting down beside Buck and gesturing to him, bottle in hand. 

Buck huffs a laugh. He takes a bottle, opening it slowly and taking a swig. He grimaces, holding the bottle up to examine it. 

“This might just be the worst drink I’ve ever had.”

“Hey, if you’re saying that then you can’t have tried Chimney’s Surprise Punch two Christmases ago.” 

“Geez, how could I forget that.” 

They laugh, the golden glow of the evening sunlight casting Buck in such a warm light that Eddie can hardly tell where the sunlight ends and Buck’s eyelashes begin. 

“I… I told Tommy that I need more time.” Buck finally speaks, taking a further drink in spite of his earlier comment. He finally turns his head to look at Eddie, and Eddie notices the faint red tinge around his eyes that mean he’s been holding back tears. “After everything last night, I wanted to talk to him today. I wasn’t necessarily going to end it but… When he hadn’t shown up this morning after his shift, I gave him a call, and… the stuff that happened last night came back to me-”

“Oh God, Buck, I… I didn’t want to-” 

“No, no, it’s not your fault.” Buck says, shaking his head softly, eyes reassuring as they meet with Eddie’s. When he’s convinced Eddie’s accepted he’s not to blame, he thinks for a moment, gaze training back to look over the skyline, and all Eddie can think is ‘ Don’t close off’. 

“I…” Buck starts, and Eddie knows he’s finding it difficult to string his thoughts together (which, he supposes, is to be expected after 36 hours with little to no sleep), “Tommy was never, and I repeat, never, even close to as bad as Doug was to Maddie…but sometimes… I don’t know, he just makes these comments like he thinks I’m an idiot . Like he’s better than me because he knew who he was earlier than me.”

Buck takes a swig and continues.

“All that comments about the costumes and the telling people about us . Even that first dinner, when you and Marisol ran into us…”

At the mention of her name, Eddie remembers that maybe he should reply to his girlfriend’s messages at some point. 

“I had only just realized who I am, wh-who I could be, and he… I felt like he was pressuring me towards a finish line I didn’t even know existed.” 

He takes a final swig of the wine, stifling a throaty laugh before setting the bottle down.

“When we kissed, I thought… finally … this is why all of my relationships have never worked out.”

Eddie frowns.

“What, you never liked all the women you were with?”

“No, no, of course not.” Buck’s brow furrows, “I just mean, maybe I couldn’t be myself around them, but now that I ‘d unlocked this side of myself with Tommy, maybe I could… finally get it right.” 

Eddie hums in annoyance, moving round to face Buck, one knee to the ground. He places a hand on Bucks shoulder. His thumb rests in the crook of his neck as it always does, as though Buck was created with Eddie’s hand in mind. The contact makes Buck look up to meet Eddie’s gaze, both men sitting at eye level. 

“You have done so many things right , Buck. You are an amazing firefighter, you-you save lives every day. You’re an amazing friend , and an even better brother. You beat my ass every time on COD and, I hate to admit it but you make the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten. You put your heart into everything you do. Hell, this whole wedding would be in shambles because of you. And don’t even get me started on Christopher. He loves you so much I can hardly stand to hear him talk about you for one more minute.” 

Buck laughs, swiping a silent tear from the corner of his eye. Eddie smiles, eyes trained on Bucks, and the next sentence almost slips out. 

“I wouldn’t-”

Eddie stops himself as his breath hitches, because Buck is looking at him. Searching, so open, so loving, that he can hardly bear it. 

Buck scares him when he looks at him like this. The pit in Eddie’s stomach is rising to meet his throat, choking his words. Normally, he would let his words be swallowed, let his fight or flight kick in and swerve in the other direction. 

But Buck deserves to hear this. 

“I wouldn’t be here without you Buck. Sure you… you sing so off key in the shower that I can’t think straight and you’re obsessed with the Richter scale, but you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I don’t… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Eddie looks down, his mouth drawn, “and I hate Tommy for how he’s made you feel. I mean sure, for whatever reason he was sort of pissing me off before, but that’s beside the point, you should never feel like you have to be anything other than yourself, because you’re… you’re amazing Buck.” 

Holy shit, where the hell did that all come from?

“Eddie, I…” 

Eddie swallows hard, because Buck is looking at him, and he can finally see behind the wall he’s had up all this time, and-.

“Out the way lovebirds, cardiac arrest arriving in 2 minutes and we need the area cleared!” 

Eddie startles to his feet, Buck wiping his eyes. They both pause, unsure what to do as they hear the siren nearing. Eddie sighs, running a hand across his face and offering Buck his hand, because they need to move past whatever that was.

“Up and at em, Crockett.”

He almost sees the tension seep out of Buck’s shoulders. Buck looks up at him and smiles blindly, and Eddie thinks it’s probably one of the most beautiful things he’s eve- okay and he’s stopping that thought in its tracks. Buck accepts the hand and pulls himself up. 

“So you admit it?”

“Shut up. Now can you order this Uber because I got the last one.”

[yunhoez]

Coincide

pairings: timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: smut, FLUFF, tiny bit of angst like for 2 seconds, followed by more fluff

warnings: NSFW 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, public sex, breeding, "bunny", not proofread (its 3 am), I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed anything

a/n: this is really self indulgent, I had this thought in the shower and something about my trash ass ex seeing me happy with suna makes my brain go brrrrr. don't worry, I'm working on that in therapy :D anyways this is my first time writing smut, lol bye! hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

There’s no reason to attend a high school reunion with people you never liked nor thought of in years. Meaningless chatter mixed with the stench of beer, while the god awful fluorescent lights sting your eyes didn’t sound appealing to you. Yet here you are, standing against the wall of the poorly decorated banquet hall with a drink you’ve hardly touched. The “Welcome Class of 2017” banner in front of you, reminded you of just how little time has passed since you’ve seen these people. If it were up to you, you would’ve ignored the e-vite and binged a show you’ve seen 100 times already. However, your sweet boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, was so eager to see where you spent your teen years and the people who knew you way before he did. Not that they would have very many stories about you, considering how much you kept to yourself, but that didn’t stop Suna from RSVPing on your behalf.

“I fucking hate you.” you spat, taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the strength.

“I know.” suna smirked, handing you his beer and taking your drink for himself.

The both of you stood close together, watching people fein happiness at the sight of each other. What was the point in attending these events if not to show off how much better you’re doing to people who no longer matter to you, if they ever did that is. Suna nudged you lightly, motioning towards a group of people coming toward the two of you.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah! Me neither!” you giggle, shooting a glare towards Suna who’s already grinning at you.

Suna knows you hate small talk, but something about seeing you perk up at the memories you’ve seemingly forgotten made him feel warm inside. Although you never wanted to admit it, you missed the people who made your teen years a little less terrible. Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his chin onto your head, as the two of you listened to your friends reminisce about your antics.

“I’m telling you, this girl was in detention every single day!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t there with me!” you huffed, feeling Suna’s chest rumble with laughter. No one had ever taken much interest in your life, except for Suna. It was safe to say you had no idea how to react to his attentiveness when it came to you. You looked up at him, watching how he was soaking in the memories of you, that he didn’t get to witness. He smiles widely at the thought of you picking at your chicken sandwiches, only for you to eat the bread and call it lunch.

You notice the crinkle in his eyes, as he catches you in photos on the projector screen. You cover your face, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as everyone awes at their younger selves. Suna grabs hold of your hands and pulls them down from your face, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You know if I went to your school, I would’ve been afraid of you.”

“Says the one who looks bored out of his mind all the time.” you tease him, your gaze still fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Guess we’re soulmates then.” he hums into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist.

The night went by smoothly, well as smooth as it can get when you’re surrounded by people who most definitely hated each other. Suna leads you to the bar, ordering a round of shots for the two of you.

“If we’re going to be here, we might as well take advantage of the open bar.” he grins, pouring salt onto your hand and handing you the tiny glass.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason so many people showed up.” you respond, licking the salt and downing the burning liquid. Suna brings a lime wedge to your lips, you suck on it lightly as he watches you intently. He brings it to his own mouth, draining the remainder of the juice before neatly folding it in a napkin.

“So what’s the story with those two over there?” he motions to the couple arguing a few feet from you.

“Them? They always do that, one minute they’re in love and the next they’re having a Twitter war.” you say, signaling the bartender for another round.

“Does that mean we’ll get to read some drama tonight?” Suna perks up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You giggle, clinking your glasses together and savoring the tequila running through you quicker than you expected.

“Already feeling it, pretty?”

“Pft. No, I’m just feelin’ fuzzy.”

Suna turns you to face him, his eyes starting to glaze over from the drinks. Everything around you feels hazy, but his touch is amplified as he taps on your lips to open. He wedges the lime into your mouth, gaze fixed on the way you swallow the tart juice and pucker your lips. Placing the fruit in his glass, he attaches his lips to yours, groaning at the mix of your sweetness and the sour taste of citrus. The lingering taste of tequila was replaced with his own, your body getting drunk off of him more so than the alcohol. He places his hand onto the small of your back, pressing you into him and eliminating any space between you two. A firm poke to your thigh was enough for you to have you moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two before snapping back onto his lips. He licks them, relishing in the haze of love and need he feels for you.

“Bathroom. Now.” he demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bar and pulling you with him. A smile plastered on your lips as you follow close behind him, stumbling on your platforms.

The two of you stumble into the men’s bathroom, small giggles falling from your lips as Suna trips over his own foot before locking the door. You lift yourself up onto the counter, feeling the cold tile on your thighs and leaning against the mirror. Suna nudges your legs apart with his thigh, slipping in between them and running his hands up your short dress, peppering kisses along your neck.

“God, I love you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips against yours. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepens the kiss and moans into your mouth. His grip on your ass tightens, before he makes his way between your legs. He lifts your dress and shoves your panties to the side, staring at the mess he’s caused.

“Always so wet for me, bunny.” he whispers into your core, placing a light kiss onto your clit. You whimper at the minimal contact and he grins, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe between your folds, savoring the taste he could never get enough of. “Fuck..” he moans, the cold metal of his ring clad fingers pumping into you slowly. The sinful moans of his name leave your mouth with no shame, the sound of him devouring you and your screams were sure to be heard from the hallway.

“Rin…” you moan out, your thighs tightening over his head as he continues to suck on your clit.

“You need me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes. His honey eyes dripped with lust, as he moved his slick covered fingers to rub your clit. The small, tight circles cause your thighs to shake. “Answer me, pretty.”

“R-Rin… need you.” you stutter, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach building up. You were so close, his fingers entering you once again and curling into your sweet spot. He grins at you, his face wet from your cunt, as he leans to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “Rin! I’m-”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he coos, going in and out of you faster. Just as you were about to reach your high, his fingers slip out of you. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, as he sucks on his fingers. You groan, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. “Ah… Ah…” He pushes your thighs apart with his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. “Thought you needed me?” He pouts, pumping himself slowly.

“I- Rin. Please, I was so close-” you whine, eyes pressed to his thick cock near your entrance.

“Spit on it.” you obey him, pursuing your lips to let the liquid fall onto his dick. He pumps himself, moaning and grabbing your face with his other hand. “Now tell me, pretty. What do you need?”

“Y-you.” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes as you unbutton his shirt. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing heavily when your cold hands replace his as you jerk him off. “Bend over for me.” His dark eyes watched you scramble off the counter, slipping your panties off and leaning over the sink. Your pretty face in the mirror looking back at him with pleading eyes as he rubs his cock against your cunt. He moans, pushing into you slowly, throwing his head back when he bottoms out. He stills, basking in the warmth of your plush walls.

“Fuck, Rin, move.” you huff, trying to relieve yourself.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” he responds, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Yeah, but- Fuck!” you moan at his sharp thrusts, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. “Sorry, bunny. Couldn’t wait.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the steady pace of his thrusts driving you close to your peak once again. You reach your hand down to your clit, but Suna slaps your hand away. You look up at him in the mirror, his loving eyes boring into you, as he rubs at your clit in fast circles.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” he praises, his head falling back, letting his moans get louder the closer he gets. “Gonna cum in you, fill you up, and make you a pretty mama.”

“Fuck- Suna, don’t- WHAT THE FUCK?” you scream, feeling the fullness of his dick leave your dripping cunt.

“Who the fuck is Suna?” he giggles to himself, his dick grinding in between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Rin, c’mon- shit!” you bite your lip, your walls clenching around him as he kneads your ass.

“Good girl.” he coos, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your dress down to let your breast fall out. He moans, gripping at the soft flesh. “You gonna let me cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… don’t stop.” you hum, your brain starting to fog up as you near your release.

“S-shit, ‘M gonna.” he hisses, feeling your walls clench as you ride out your orgasm. Your fucked out expression and loud screams of his name was enough to have him spilling into you. He moans out your name, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pulling out and watching him spill out of you.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” you pant, looking up at the mirror to him snapping a photo of the two of you. “Rin!”

“What? It’s a good memory!” he defends, taking several photos from different angles before lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He shoves himself back into his pants, tucking his shirt and buckling belt before averting his attention to you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you softly, mumbling sweet words into your lips. He breaks away to dampen a towel, wiping you down as you scroll through the many pictures he took. A loud knock breaks the atmosphere, followed by annoyed screams.

“Have some fucking decency, some people need to use the bathroom!”

You both look at each other, laughing loudly before putting yourselves together. Suna adjusts his shirt, leaving the top buttons open and ruffling his hair. You slip into your underwear, smoothing out your dress and reapplying your lipstick. He gives your ass a light slap before opening the door and exiting, his eyes flicker between the couple outside. Suna’s lips twitch, realizing who the man leaning against the wall is. A smug expression spreads across his face, as he reaches his hand out for you.

“Sorry your sex life’s so boring.” he grins. You grasp his hand, walking out and nodding to the couple, recognizing the familiar set of eyes that you once adored.

“Sorry about that, bathroom's all yours.”

You squeeze Suna’s hand twice, a signal the two of you made up for when you’re feeling anxious. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side and placing a soft kiss onto your head. He hums quietly, leading the two of you out of the banquet hall and out to the garden. You stop at a bench, overlooking the city. The soft chirps of crickets and Suna’s intoxicating scent grounds you, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Fuck high school reunions, can’t believe you wanted to come here.” he jokes, pulling you onto his lap and holding you.

“Oh, shut up. You loved every minute of it.” you nuzzled into his chest.

“Particularly the bathroom part.” he hummed. “You okay?”

You sighed happily into his chest, nodding in response.

“So, tell me, what did the side bang do for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rintaro.” you hiss, getting up from his grasp, only for him to pull you back and attack your neck with kisses. Your laugh fills his ears, followed by your small fists punching his arm lightly in an attempt to get him to stop tickling you. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of love feels his body. He pauses his attack, your love laced insults about how irritating he could be was music to his ears. You’d never admit it to Suna, but you were glad he dragged you here. Seeing how his usual deadpan expression changed every time you were talked about made your heart swell. Maybe these things weren’t that bad, as long as he was by your side.

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[miyuwuki]

Hi!! I'm not the one who requested "prioritizing happiness" but I really loved it! Can I request part 2, time skip where they meet again and go back together because they couldn't stop loving each other🥺. Also, thank you so much, I'm in love with your account♥️♥️

omg!! i would love to write a part 2 for prioritizing happiness! :)

part one can be found here

warnings: slight angst

miyuki kazuya x reader

prioritizing happiness (pt. 2)

it’s been years since then.

it’s been years since you left that door, forever leaving the man you once called the love of your life, behind. yet it was the only thing that remained on the back of your mind every single day; you’ve graduated college, got an amazing job, yet when you’re reminded of the events that took place, your feelings came crashing back on you all over again. you’ve had your fair shares of relationships throughout the years, and even an engagement, but you couldn’t devote yourself to anyone when you were still thinking about miyuki.

and you won’t lie, you self indulge by watching the mlb just to see the pretty boy take his place as the best catcher. no matter what happened in the past, he was coolest when he was on the field, and those burning eyes is one of the things you loved most about him. which is why one of your coworkers offered you a ticket to the game this weekend— everyone knew how you kept up with the mlb (more than anyone ever did in your workplace) and you were in no position to deny.

“y/n! do you want this extra ticket to the game this weekend? i don’t really keep up with baseball, and i’m not sure who else i should give it to.” as much as you wanted to refuse out of embarrassment, you were quite intrigued into watching a game in person— not to say, but it also gave you an opportunity to see him again. it’s not like he’d notice you amongst the crowd of a thousand people, so watching it from afar wouldn’t hurt, right?

“i mean sure, if no one else wanted it.” your coworker handed the ticket to you, your eyes lightly shining at the piece of paper in your hands. your heart was beating so fast, too excited before the game even started. “thank you so much for this,” you said, bowing to them.

your coworker chuckled, “glad it didn’t go to waste! enjoy your time.”

soon enough, the weekend came by and you were standing in front of the entrance of koshien stadium where the game was being held. you were nervous, and you didn’t get as much sleep the night before due to the jitters. and out of paranoia of bumping into miyuki, you wore a cap, sunglasses, and a mask as a disguise. you facepalmed at yourself in your head, maybe i shouldn’t have came..

but it was too late for that as you were already ambling your way up the bleachers, taking a seat around the middle area. you had a couple snacks packed and a huge bottle of water as it was pretty hot today. left and right were hundreds of people, and you even saw a group of high schoolers with miyuki’s face on their shirts. you chuckled and turned to the centre where you saw the players go to their proper dugouts, and without even knowing, you were trying to look for a certain someone.

and there he was, putting on his gear and chatting with his teammates. he’s gotten a little more mature, his features a bit more prominent and his undercut shaved. you could hear the drums of your heart through your ears as you saw miyuki walk onto the field. all the people starting cheering on his appearance, and you couldn’t help but smile too under your mask. the announcer went in between the two teams and yelled, “bow! let the game begin!”

the day went by and soon the bright blue skies were replaced by the oranges of the sunset. the game was so close and so intense that you had to get up a couple times, but nevertheless miyuki’s team won. 

you stayed behind, watching the people leave the stadium. you felt so nostalgic, reminiscing about the times you would watch miyuki’s games back in high school. you inhaled the air of the empty stadium, taking off your hat, sunglasses, and mask. the breeze was slightly chilly, but it felt nice as it went through the roots of your hair. you closed your eyes, focusing onto that sentiment of the old days. “ah, to go back..” you said into the winds, letting the weather relax your whole being.

“y/n, is that you?”

what..?

that familiar voice. that familiar feeling. that familiar everything; it all came rushing back by the second of that moment. your heartbeat was getting loud again, and your head felt hazy, not knowing what to do. you opened your eyes towards the sound that called your name, and there he was, standing right in front of you. 

“kazuya?”

“y/n, what are you doing here?” miyuki asked, dropping his bags below him. he couldn’t believe it either— couldn’t believe that you were here again right in front of him. if you thought you couldn’t get rid of the thought of the things that happened, then you should take a look at him, because he thought about you every second of the day; during his practices, during his games— not a minute passed by when he wasn’t thinking of you.

your breath got caught in your throat, fearing that this would’ve happened; maybe not this exact situation, but bumping into him. “hey kazuya,” you croaked, a lump forming in the core of your throat.

“you came to watch the game?” he quietly questioned, taking a seat next to you. he ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. 

“uh, yeah. my coworker had an extra ticket and i figured why not..” you replied, feeling awkward. you fidgeted in your seat, a clear indication that you weren’t sure what to do from here. did you even want to talk to miyuki? what were you even supposed to say?

“what are you doing here, kazuya?” you asked, “shouldn’t you be heading home?”

he replied, “i usually like sitting in the empty stadium after each game. it brings me back to the old days.”

and there it was again, that awkward silence that acted as a barrier between the two of you. your head started to hurt, and you started to think about all the memories you had with him. shit.

“y/n-”

“you played well, kazuya,” you said, interrupting him. you got up and packed your things, wanting to leave before you started to yearn for more than you should. if you didn’t get out, who knows what could happen? “i need to get going. good job today, kazuya. take care.” but before you could even get past him, he grabbed your arm and turned you around, his grip tightening on your wrist.

“kazuya! what are you doing—”

and with that, he roughly places his lips on yours, causing your knees to be weak and tremble with anxiety. he wrapped his arm around your waist, giving you support so you wouldn’t fall, and kissed even deeper into your own pair. shocked, you push him off, wiping the wetness of his lips with your hand.

“what was that for, idiot?!” you exclaimed, panting. the shadow of miyuki’s hair casted over his eyes, “i still love you, y/n.” he whispered, not looking up at you. but it was barely even audible, so you replied with a, “what? what did you say?”

then, miyuki looked up at you, his brown orbs burning with sensation. the same pairs that you loved so deeply. it caught you off guard, but you held your stance, waiting to repeat what he said.

“i still love you, y/n, and i never stopped. not after that day, not after we graduated— i’m so fucking in love with you still and i don’t know how to stop.” 

your eyes widened, not registering what he just said. he still loves me? “cut the crap, kazuya..”

“y/n, i was a stupid high schooler who didn’t know any better,” miyuki continued, “but gosh, i never thought i’d see the day where i’d run into you again.”

beads of tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, mixed with emotions that you didn’t understand yourself. were you happy? angry? irritated? well, whatever it was, you couldn’t hold it in, and you could only move forward with it.

“kazuya..” you mumbled, “kazuya i—”

“you don’t have to answer, but i never stopped loving you y/n, and this just confirms it even more. you standing here right in front of me just makes me not want to let go.”

sigh, what’s there to lose anymore? you’re all he’s got, and the same went for you.

as the water began to run down your cheeks, you hugged him, burying your face into his shoulder. “i never stopped loving you either, kazuya. i never stopped thinking about you.”

miyuki’s heart pumped, looking at your figure perfectly fitted into his. he felt his shirt getting wet from your tears and felt the slight shivers you were giving off. he slowly wrapped his arms around you, getting a good embrace on your body. “y/n.. i’m so sorry for what happened before. i am so so sorry.” you nodded instead of speaking, too afraid to sound like an idiot when you were crying so hard. you hugged him tighter, a sign to tell him that it was okay, and that all that mattered was that he was there.

on the field he was the pretty boy catcher, miyuki kazuya, but on the outside he was now yours again; i mean, he always was yours.

“i’ll never let you go again, y/n. i promise. let’s talk about this at my place.”

EPILOGUE

“kazuya, i’m home!” you yelled, entering the threshold of your shared home with the love of your life. kazuya peeked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding your little boy koya.

“dinner’s almost ready.” kazuya said, putting koya down. “this little guy’s been helping me in the kitchen.” your son ran up to you, going straight into your arms where he snuggled into your chest. you picked him up and swung him around, making his glasses fall just on the tip of his nose. you giggled and placed a kiss on his soft cheek, “koya’s been helping dad to cook? how sweet.” you teased, putting on his glasses properly. “pretty boy koya.”

a sudden wave of joy washed over you, content of the peak of your life. having a beautiful family, having an amazing job, all while spending it with the person you loved most. love hurts, and it uses a lot of our tears and brings out the worst; yet it is so beautiful, and in the end if it was meant to be, it will be.

“i love you, kazuya.”

“mm, i love you too.”

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS SEQUEL, ANON! i was planning to keep prioritizing happiness just as one part, but i got carried away with this. i enjoyed writing this, thank you :)

also update: finished the daiya anime! i am empty.

[bakingandbooks3]

A Court of Song and Serpents

A bit short but the begging of a project I'm SO excited for- hope you love this as much as I do.

Summary: What a time to be alive as Nesta Archeron, going backward to move forward and finding that the places she once called home are now empty tombs.

Nesta

Nesta held her breath for a moment, a pause, and stilled entirely. The Court of Nightmares. She knew the verdict would be severe, but never would she have expected exile to a world of terror. The horrors of that place, of how it was once the main residence of the High Lord- till Rhysand.

Rhysand, the man who boasted of lands bountiful with choice and reason, now sat across from her donning unmasked hatred. A look he kept shielded from his mate, reserved just for Nesta. The kind that rips one apart from the inside out, would carve out the belly of a beast, burn a witch on a wooden pyre.

Nesta felt nothing, she always did. It wasn’t hard to see what he was thinking of her, how his beautiful wife’s wretched sister was little more than a gambling thief who slept her way through his glorious city. Now, fingers smeared that blank canvas so pure of her darkest shades.

Eyes flicking back, she studied that same sister. The Cursebreaker, the Savior.

How small and insignificant she became next to the glimmering shining thing Feyre was. The lands spoke of her beauty and kind touch, and how she sacrificed everything to save a world of people, and Fae that she was raised to despise.

Nesta wished it’d be known that her touch wasn’t always kind.

She built her bricks firm enough that her house of grace never shattered; Held firm, it was all she had left in her. Too many eyes on her filled with grief, excitement, retribution-Nesta was keenly aware of how this Court of Dreams felt of her.

“This is an exile.”

Rhysand's smirk peaked so slightly, his mate tensing.

“No, no. This is an intervention, a chance for you to find yourself away from bad influences and habits. You can’t keep living like this, and I refuse to let it continue happening and I take the fall for it. Your decisions are impractical and immoral. You are sober much less than you are drunk and-”

“If you’re going to condemn me, do it. But don’t sit here and act as if this is out of kindness.” Nesta snarled. She hated the barbed words, but it’s what she felt. “Who are you to question my morality?”

“I think I can speak for my wife when I say that your presence here is….” Rhysand growled but pulled back, like he forgot Feyre was right there, too.

Nesta wished he would’ve let go, so maybe that facade Rhys reserved for Feyre was broken. No, that’s cruel. As much as she hated this and him, he was making her sister happy.

Something Nesta could never do.

“I do not give a shit what my presence is doing. The decision has already been made, so stop scolding me like a child and make good on your word, Rhysand.” Bile rose in her throat, the words feeling nothing but slimy and disgusting. Foreign, yet habitual all the same. Sometimes, she forgets there once was a woman called Nesta who was so much more than the viper living in her now.

Sometimes she remembers that she can’t ever be her again.

Home was nowhere for her, not in a person, not in a place, certainly not in this bombastic group of “heroes”. Nesta didn’t need a hero, she just needed someone to care. But Nesta knew better, no one would. She was taught to be unlovable, just a woman to be sold off and married- to climb her mothers' ever-growing social ladder.

But Nesta on her own was never enough, even with her mother six feet under and rotted away there were unsung expectations unmet. She was a catastrophic failure and a dark smear on a family name that never truly held weight to her.

Nesta looked up, felt everything all at once again, could only see one man pacing a worn-through tether between them. He wasn’t going to stop this, but she could see it, how it looked like he wanted to jump out of his own flesh, the veins of his arm prominent and knuckles normally so brown a new fresh fallen snow.

There was no prince to save Nesta, much less any will to save herself. So when Mor took the pleasure of bringing her to a living Hell, Nesta did not fight.

She was tired of fighting, after all, she fought an inescapable fate for the first twenty years of her life…

Flowers always made Nesta sneeze, but Elain lit like lights during winter whenever she could thread them through her hair. They all symbolized something, Laine would say. There are ones for good days, and hard storms, for sunshine and stars.

Nesta was always adorned in flowers that paralleled the estate. Astute, cold, tired, where she was warm, comforting, and smelled like cookies- ones that Celia normally baked for the sisters. She never asked Laine why she picked the ones for her that she did, her reasons would stay silent for now.

Spring was a high time of activity in the Archeron estate. There was always a flurry of activity, from preparing their mothers' obscene balls, to guests at every corner in every room. The halls were sprinkled in candles and on walls hung frames nearly kissing it was packed so tight.

They were in the gardens. It was an Elain day, as the girls would call it, and no matter how boring or mundane her wishes were they’d be fulfilled. Nesta was propped on the floor in front of Laine, who was bunching handfuls to weave in tangled auburn coils that gathered on Nesta’s head- as a bird's nest would.

Eventually, Nesta would have to learn braids or risk knotting the curls entirely.

The eldest basked in the silence she created from mentally muting her middle sister, and spared a glance at Feyre. What she saw was not surprising, but required far more willpower than she expected to not burst into laughter and risk the flowery rat's nest on her scalp.

Feyre appeared to be so bored out of her mind she was eating discarded flowers of Elains. Actually, ingesting them, as if she was a critique. When Elain wasn’t looking at Feyre, she’d grab another couple and study them- analyzing her next experiment. Glaring at the blues and yellows as if she was speaking to them, “Which one of you will make me puke the fastest so I can run away?”

In time, Feyre looked up from her taste tests to see Nesta grinning at her so violently you’d think Feyre hung the moon.

And Feyre beamed back, crossing a pinkie across her chest and pointing it back to Nesta. Then she viciously spit out the grass she’d just finished chewing, crying directly at Laine, “This MUST stop at once, my stomach hurts far too much to continue on here.”

Elain, in a garden so quiet, simply ignored her sister's poor attempts at escape. Making Nesta work even harder to stifle the shaking of her shoulders, covering her mouth and nose before she started wheezing. Elain would hardly hurt a fly but sent Nesta a glare that could’ve easily killed a man.

Nesta cleared her throat, “I do believe there are more of the blue flowers down that hill near the pond. Would you mind getting some more for Laine?”

Feyre was already on her feet, mouthing her thanks as Elain turned her back to get the next bunch of flowers, “Why of course I will!” And with a very bad curtsey, Feyre threw off her shoes and was rolling down the hill, spinning wildly, her laughter sure to be heard in meadows far beyond theirs.

You would find the Archeron sisters all together, or never in the same place.

Laine was the easiest to find, by the waters or pond on the east side, in gardens surrounded with bugs and willows calling to the young girl. She could hardly read but if the text included any mention of colors and blooms, suddenly she was a scholar. Elain was not simple or dull, but rather a passive spirit, like a summer wind- brief, fleeting, but teeming with love and hope.

Feyre, as their mother said, was a reckless wild child. Far too young to care, far too small to be whipped into shape. If you were sent to find her and your life depended on it, may the Mother bless you. Feyre liked the kitchen, because of the immaculate food and maids who would shove any sweet down the littlest Archerons throat. But, also for the immeasurable amount of sharp items to be found in there. If it was pointy and could stab a wall or scare their ice-cold mother, Feyre would be running the halls with it in hand or making targets of her fathers old trade route maps.

Then there was Nesta, the firstborn. Molded to be another woman that she somehow couldn’t fit, as if her feet were too big or hair too long, Nesta was outgrowing the standards forged into her being. You would see her as a ghost, floating in and out of rooms, comfortable in silence and slumber, but never escaping people. She loved the maids and could recite all of their names like clockwork, and the workers loved her in turn. Always stuck in new worlds between pages or willingly dragged by the two youngers, Nesta teemed with liberation. She was often alone, but never lonely, and found new loves in the library or in the fields beyond marble confines.

Adela was constantly dissatisfied with her eldest's progress inside these walls, as if at eight she should’ve already been engaged to a prince. Granted, Adela knew better. Nesta would never truly find another kingdom to buy into when she already had a crown waiting for her elsewhere. She was known as fair and beautiful beyond her years, would age like fine wine, and become so much greater than Adela ever was. What Nesta saw as fit would normally come to be, an instinct Adela was unprepared she would inherit. Nothing left her more confused than this daughter only by blood, who was hated by both her parents for reasons far from the same, and how at less than ten years had an entire mansion wrapped around her fingers.

But Adela would wait, and simply leave them be for now. When viper's strike, they kill. And even though the Matron of the house wanted her little queen gone, she had other ways to see this through.

Anyways, children's blood on her hands would stain her diamonds.

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Cassian

Cassian was violently fucking ill. Watching whatever the fuck that was did not help in the slightest. The second she was gone, so was he.

The General and High Lord were not on speaking terms, his presence was an obligation and not a request. When Rhys first displayed his plans, Cassian just about murdered him. Had his brother on the table in a chokehold that the Shadowsinger had to come and release Rhys from. The way his so-called family planned her exile was… horrific.

Cassian was full of light and humor, but not dull the way his family made him out to be. He could see this for what it was, punishing an already broken female for not meeting every damn need of a fully grown woman that was no longer her responsibility. Cass knew better than to downplay the sacrifices Feyre made, but he was also well aware that Nesta's habits were hardly a financial problem and more of a reputation scandal.

That’s what the High Lord did best, when his Court was breaking at the bonds, the mess would “disappear”. Just like the Illyrians hidden in the mountains, the displaced families of Spring, the homeless warriors of Night.

Cassian loved his brother, but more often than not he wondered when Fate would come to bite them in the asses for Rhys’ neglect.

Now, here he was, in his mothers' cabin, wings dragging behind him wiping tears long since shed over a woman who was thrown to the wolves and torn into so many scraps he wasn’t sure how he could put her together again.

He missed his Nesta, the one who threw glares and begged for her people, not this one who hardly spoke and caved into herself enough that she couldn’t see where she was heading.

Cassian fingered for his mug in the wooden cabinets and hit his mark, soon placing water to heat over a small fire over the counter.

He was not okay, not okay at all.

When you look for something in the dark for too long, you eventually find what you need but not always in the way you expect. Cassian coped the same as Nesta Archeron in his first years post-war. It was suffocating trying to be the happy one while dying inside. He watched men he looked up to fall and a lover he admired take her last breath- too much in far too little time. Cassian was not an idiot, he was simply perplexed. Why was he allowed to grieve in unacceptable manners, but Nesta was a sinner in holy clothing?

Bright walls and unlit rooms in the house were silent, only the winds of the mountains singing outside. The newly dusted snow wrapped the dirt in a delicate kiss- a forbidden touch. It was the peak of winter, just after Feyre’s birthday and another insufferable party.

One that Nesta wasn’t invited to.

Cassian wished he wasn’t invited either.

The cup in his hands was dwarfed in comparison to the bulky Illyrian holding it, but at least it was warm. At least it wasn’t empty.

Because if there was one thing he knew, it could always be worse.

Cassian knew that if things were a little different, he’d be the one sitting in a prison of darkness and Hell because of mistakes made as a child. He’d be exiled by family, cast away by the only living remains of a life once lived.

Nesta didn’t know but long before this he had called it even, their sins atoned for in hurting each other equally.

She was the only one in the world who could tell which smiles he was faking.

To anyone on the outside, one kiss was merely that. How curious it was, the iceberg went far deeper.

So when the mug crashed against the wall, and in its wake resembled his inner turmoil, Cassian took to the skies and found himself at the door of a place far too familiar.

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[nanagoswife]

Noticing You, Noticing Me

Chapter Nine

Summary: Reader brings Obi-Wan to the village of Naboo for the Festival of Light

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: none?

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As you slowly regained consciousness, you never thought you could feel so comfortable. Your head was resting in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck as your body was pressed to his. The small tickle from his beard was delightful, but you had to keep yourself from giggling so you wouldn’t wake him.

One of his arms was draped over you, his hand resting at the small of your back. His other hand unconsciously held one of yours as it pressed against his chest. It was a gesture that made your heart flutter with happiness.

You moved, careful to not wake him, so you could see his face. It was a look for him that you somehow thought was even more adorable than anything else. Even the look he has when he gets flustered is beaten by this look.

His face was relaxed, peaceful. The hairs of his beard were still relatively kempt, other than the small area that your head was one pressed into. When it came to his hair, it was an absolute mess, but you loved it. The usually perfectly styled strands were nearly all out of place. Some were against his forehead and the pillow while others stuck up in protest. His amazingly golden eyelashes wonderfully laid against his cheeks.

The longer you looked at him, the more you fell in love with him. You had loved him for so long, coming to that conclusion nearly two months ago. It was something that you had only told Padmé. This was one thing that you made her swear not to tell Anakin, and she kept her word.

Gently, you moved your free hand up to push the hairs in front of his forehead away. You couldn’t help but smile as you did it, then resting your hand on his cheek.

As you did, though, your attempts to not wake him seemed to fail. His lips curled into a soft smile as he gently squeezed you with the arm draped over you. Soon after, his eyes opened only for him to squint as the sun glared in his eyes.

“Good morning, dearest,” he grumbled, pulling you ever closer to him.

“Good morning, Obi,” you replied, now tracing gentle circles on his cheek with your thumb. He hummed in contentment and you couldn’t help but admire how grumbly his voice was.

For a minute, you couldn’t help but stare into the sparkling cerulean blues. The sun that was making its way back into the sky made his hair burn in an even more amazing shade of red. It didn’t matter that it was an absolute mess. In your opinion, he looked even more handsome than you had ever thought before.

“I apologize for falling asleep before you were done reading,” you said quietly, earning you a small grin.

“No need to apologize, darling. It just means we’ll have to do it again.”

With the hand that rested at your back, he brought it to rest on top of yours on his cheek.

“I guess it does,” you whisper, smiling at the feeling of his hand on yours.

Once again, you hardly noticed how you had started moving closer to him. You would’ve said you were pulling him closer, but you weren’t. He was moving towards you, shifting slightly for a better angle.

All you could focus on was him. The way he looked was no longer at the forefront of your mind. Now, all you thought about was how much you loved him. How you never wanted another life other than the one that he’s been a part of. How he truly makes you feel seen like you never have before.

Obi-Wan was now partially hanging over you, his eyes searching yours as his beard could just be felt against your lips. You felt as he released a breath, letting it fan over your lips.

Then, a knock disrupted everything once again.

Groaning in annoyance, Obi-Wan dropped his forehead against yours as he slumped his broad shoulders, keeping himself propped on an elbow. You couldn’t help it. You laughed because of course this happened. Every time you got this close to finally kissing him, something or someone disrupted it all.

But then you remembered, “It must be Padmé. In her defense, she’s on time.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “As always, you are correct, my dear.”

Lifting himself up and away from you, the two of you get out of the bed. You don’t want to, but you have to. You can’t just let your friend stand out in the hall forever.

Before Obi-Wan opened the door, he put on a tunic, leaving it untied. A part of you wanted to let your fingers glide over his chest again, but you had to go. Plus, that could possibly go too far, almost like it did the night before.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours,” you say as he opens the door.

“See you then, my dear.”

Before you leave and join your friend, the two of you share a smile. Padmé has to break you out of the moment so that you can get back to your room unnoticed. Or, at least out of this hall. It was a normal thing for you and your friend to walk around before getting properly dressed.

“Please tell me you’re going to divulge what happened last night. I can tell that there was with the way the two of you looked at each other,” your friend said, linking her arm with yours.

As you looked back on it, you smiled fondly, watching the floor as you walked.

“I’m sorry, Padmé, but I don’t think I will this time.”

The disappointment on her face almost made you laugh. But, you wouldn’t tell her. What happened was something you wanted to keep just between you and him. Well, at least for the time being.

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Padmé was the one to transport you to her home village. Although it wasn’t far, one of the villages that lay basically right outside the castle, she brought a book to read. It gave you and Obi-Wan a moment to enjoy each other’s company.

The whole way you had leaned against him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder. Once every so often he would press a light kiss to the top of your head. Every single time it caused you to look up at him and smile. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but it was not the time. Although you love Padmé very much, that’s a moment that you don’t want an audience for.

“I think you’re really going to like this,” you whispered.

“I’m sure I will. Especially since I’m with you,” he replied, causing heat to grow in your cheeks.

You watched as Padmé peaked up from her book, smirking as she did.

For the rest of the trip, you snuggled even more into Obi-Wan. It didn’t help that he was just so… comfortable.

As you were rolling into the village, excitement filled you. You left the comfort of Obi-Wan so that you could look out of the window. The excitement and celebration was in full swing as you watched everyone put up last minute decorations. Kids were running through the streets, some trailing streamers behind them as the rest chased.

The closer you got to the center of the village, you could hear music playing. It only further heightened the joy everyone was feeling as they gathered. This was a time of year where everyone could just have fun and see the lord that owned the land and his family. Not only that, but it brought you, the only royal who attended every year. Anakin tried to attend, but, like now, he had duties that he couldn’t reschedule.

When the carriage stopped, you could hardly contain yourself. You had to force yourself to wait for your two companions.

Although you restrained yourself, it seemed like others could not. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the carriage, a group of children came running up to you, all calling out your name for your attention.

You crouched down to greet them when suddenly one particular little boy pushed his way to the front. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes that always had a glint of innocent optimism.

“Christian, what have I told you about patience?” you said with a small chuckle.

The little boy’s cheeks went red in embarrassment as he looked at the ground. “That I need to wait my turn.”

“And why?”

“Because everyone gets their turn and I’ll get mine even if I’m not the first,” he said, slightly mumbling as he held his arms behind his back, twisting from side to side.

“There’s a good lad. Now, where’s Daisy?”

Christian’s shoulders seemed to slump even more in embarrassment. “She’s the one being patient.”

You chuckled as you looked up at the rest of the group of children. This group held eight, including Christian. When you caught a glance of his sister, you flashed her a smile before turning to the rest of the group.

“So, how excited are you for today?”

Your question was met by a chorus of excited cheers. The smile on your face grew as you listened to them.

During all of this, you hadn’t realized that the carriage had already left. Padmé also had left as she had her own things to do for this day. This left Obi-Wan standing behind you, watching this whole thing, now catching the attention of the group.

“Princess Y/N, who’s that?” Daisy asked as she pointed at Obi-Wan.

As you looked back at him, his eyes met yours and his expression softened more than you thought it ever could. You gestured for him to join you. With no hesitation, he did.

“Everyone, this is Prince Obi-Wan Kenobi of Coruscant.”

All of their eyes went wide. Coruscant was one of the largest and most influential kingdoms, and to have the prince here blew their minds. Even Christian, who sometimes seemed unfazed by certain things, had his jaw dropped.

Daisy, who had maintained her position in the back of the group, now made her way to the front with a smile. She held out her hand to Obi-Wan as she said, “Nice to meet you, Prince Obi. My name’s Daisy.”

You smiled at that. She always was more mature for her age, but she still had her young innocence.

Obi-Wan smiled as he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you Daisy. And who might the rest of you be?”

One by one, they all introduced themselves to the prince. Of them all, Daisy seemed quite drawn to him and it was the most adorable thing. For a fleeting moment, you thought of what it would be like if you had a daughter with him…

The thought was quickly pushed to the side as the group started begging for you and Obi-Wan to tell them a story.

“Oh, I think that should be left to Princess Y/N, I’m not a great storyteller,” Obi-Wan claimed. You knew that not to be true and you could tell that the kids didn’t buy it. The looks on their faces gave that away.

“Please, Prince Obi. Princess Y/N could help you. We did say we wanted both of you to tell it,” Daisy said, earning a soft smile from Obi-Wan.

The rest of the group chimed in to convince him and you watched as his resolve quickly broke. How could he resist? Especially when this is the sort of thing that he experiences back at home.

“Alright, alright,” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle, now earning a cheer from the group.

Turning to you, he gestured for you to start a story. You were sure to choose one that he would know as well.

As the story went on, you subtly let Obi-Wan tell the story more and more. It got to the point where he was practically the only one telling it as the children looked on.

Christian sat in your lap as he paid rapt attention to what Obi-Wan was saying. Gently, you stroked the young boy’s hair. Daisy had also come up to you, sitting next to you and leaning against you.

These two children may not have been yours, but sometimes it felt like it. Their mother, Mary, was always delighted to see how attached they were to you. It made you wonder if she still had her little lantern stand she usually had. She always had the best ones.

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Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as he watched you with Daisy and Christian. The way they clung to you and acted with you would make someone assume they were your children.

Either way, as he continued telling the story that he noticed you left him to, he thought about what it would be like if he had children with you. The way you were with children was a sight to behold. He could now see why they were so drawn to you.

He envisioned himself with you and two children just like Christian and Daisy. The way you were stroking Christian’s hair, soothing him as Daisy sat so comfortably with you. It was a wonder the thought didn’t distract him from the story.

It all gave him hope for the future. He only hoped that he could live up to the reputation you had with children. The feeling only grew as he finished the story.

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Without a single protest, Obi-Wan finished the story.

“It’s over?” Christian protested from your lap. The whole group groaned as Obi-Wan nodded.

“Now, now, everyone. You all know that it’s one story per visit,” you announced to everyone. They all nodded but that didn’t take away the look of disappointment they all had. No matter what, they would always hate your rule of only one story per visit.

It wasn’t long until the majority of the group got distracted by something else. You heard something about being the last to the Maypole, but that was all you heard.

All of them were gone except for Christian and Daisy. For Christian, he didn’t want to let go of you. Instead, he only seemed to cling to you tighter.

“Christian, I can’t stay here all day,” you said with a chuckle. You saw his eyes go bright as his eyebrows raised, the telltale sign that he was coming up with an idea. “And no we’re not having a sleepover.”

Daisy giggled from her place beside you at her younger brother’s reaction. For a moment, you caught a glance at Obi-Wan. The fondness seemed to be radiating from him. Whether it was from the children or something else, you couldn’t tell. All you knew is that, when his eyes met yours, there was so much warmth in them. It was a look that reminded you of the way Anakin looked at Padmé.

“Oh, you should see momma! She would be so happy to see you,” Christian suddenly blurted out, drawing your attention back to him.

Daisy rolled her eyes. “We should let Princess Y/N and Prince Obi be. Prince Obi hasn’t even seen the festival yet!”

Obi-Wan chuckled, kneeling next to Daisy. “It’s quite alright, young one. You two are quite the introduction.”

You watched as the little girl blushed and giggled as Obi-Wan booped her nose. It was quite adorable seeing Daisy flustered like that.

“Well, if your momma has her usual lantern stand, then that actually will be a good start to the festival, now wouldn’t it?” you asked the two children. Christian nodded enthusiastically immediately while it took Daisy a moment before she shared the sentiment.

The boy that had been sitting in your lap bolted up. “Well then, come on!”

Making eye contact with Obi-Wan, you both chuckled. Daisy was trying to tell her brother to slow down as he started to run off.

When it came to you and Obi-Wan, he was only just helping you to stand as the two ran off.

“You know, Christian reminds me of what I was like at that age,” Obi-Wan mused out loud as you linked your arm with his.

“Oh really? Does that mean you would still be drawn to me?” you asked with a teasing lilt.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I think I’d be drawn to you in any lifetime, darling.”

Now you were the one getting flustered. He never failed at making you go speechless and stuttering over your words. The feeling of heat in your cheeks almost always seemed to exist whenever he was around.

When he saw your state, he couldn’t help but chuckle once again. “Now, shall we follow the two younglings, or shall we be left to find this stand on our own?”

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[theepisceswriter]

CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK  — TOJI FUSHIGURO *insert cute edited picture of Toji here that I don’t have*

Synopsis: After a long stressful day of work, you come home to a bratty Toji just begging to get punished by you. 

A/N: To the bestie that sent me that request for more of Sub!Toji with a sugar momma, you really messed up because I don’t think I’ve gotten to work on a request faster than yours and I’m positive this isn’t the end of this saga.  also shoutout to @killerbananas​ for helping me with the title ! 

TW: Whew..... first off not proofread so probably a bunch of typos, glimpses of that sugar mommy lifestyle, sub!Toji, Dom!Reader, Fem!reader, light bondage, overstimulation, teasing, mommy kink, use of ‘sweet baby boy’ as a nickname, a whole lot of mature things, but I think those are the main warnings, 18 plus, MINORS DNI or I’ll eat your ankles like corn on the cob

WC: 3.7k, told you I got carried away !

“Toji!” 

Your quavering voice echoed through the white marbling interior of the home as soon as you made your way through the door, shoulders and head rolling to get every nook and cranny out your neck that sitting at a desk from hours on end caused. You weren’t expecting to stay behind for as long as you did today, the decision of overtime being a unanimous vote between your boss and last minute cancelling coworker, so you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to. No matter how much you craved the tight embrace and warm fanning of breath between the valley of your breast accompanied with a headful of raven spikes that peaked out in wild directions from your younger companion. 

Your home lacked the disarray of toys on the floor, the constant faint melodies of Cocomelon ringing through hallways, or the sickly sweet smell that often wavered through the air whenever kids frequented an area. Not to mention the lack of jewelry on the fourth finger of your left hand not signifying that you were single, but a silent way of letting those around you know that whatever situation you had at home wasn’t stable enough for a ring. Most women around your age were married to the successful men they worked alongside expecting their 2nd child despite the fact that their 1st born can barely talk, but you were different. 

You had Toji to come home to and that was good enough for now. 

The sound of your call out to him fell on deaf ears. Maybe the exhaustion was too heavy in your voice making your tone quieter than usual or else he would’ve been on you the moment you walked through the front door; eager to take your purse and keys away from you like the true gentleman he was underneath, but with an ulterior motive just like any man just so he could get you to the bedroom and please you quicker at his pace.

“My sweet boy,” You called out in an exclaimed voice you knew would have him perking up and at your attention even if he was in a completely different room with his headphones turned up to the max, just the soundwaves from the nickname alone conditioning him to be at your beck and call whenever you wanted him too. And just like how you had predicted the soft pattering of feet slowly came into your sound range and it wasn’t long until he was a couple feet away from you leaned against the walkway connecting the corridor to the front door, a scowl on his scarred lips and eyes narrowed with an expression that you couldn’t quite read because of the tufts of black hair that fell over the front of his face.

You stood there for a moment expecting him to take away the contents of your hands like he normally did, but the lack of movement and verbalization from him left you stuck yourself with confusion. 

“Anyways,” you attempted to move on as you made your way to the common area with all of your belongings to put them up yourself, “Today was the most exhausting day I’ve had in a long time. None of my favorite coworkers were there, so I was stuck with a group of stuck up assholes who thought anything that wasn’t work related was unprofessional to talk about. And then I got stuck with the rest of somebody else’s shift because they hate me; that has to be the only explanation, right?” 

A word vomit escaped your lips the moment they opened. The freedom of finally being able to talk about your terrible experience lifting half of the weight off of your shoulders and the other half disintegrating once you got your daily reassurance from Toji, but all you got were scoffs and mumbles of whatevers that had your hands going to your hips in a chastising position like that of a mother. 

“Do you have something to say?”

“Like you’d even have time to stand there and listen to it, anyway, y/n.” He scoffs with the roll of his eyes, arms crossing over his chest and eyes finally meeting yours when he adjusts himself off the frame of the cut off to seemingly walk away.

 At least that was the plan until your fingers held the fabric of his signature black t-shirt between ligaments and bone, halting him in his tracks completely. Two silent strides from your heels being off of your feet granting you the element of surprise with this move.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Moving from the back of his neck your fingers travel to grasp his shoulders and use the momentum of your arm swinging to turn him around to face you with ease, the words that leave your lips a mix of a purr and growl. 

The stiffening of his already hard muscles underneath your touch is an indicator that he knew what was going to come from his little attitude fit and from the soft blush that grazed his features, it’s as if he were expecting it; provoking this reaction out of you on purpose. Needy for your attention to the point where he’d upset you even further on a day you came home with an already sour mood. 

What a slut, you thought in the confinements of your head. 

“I’ve had the most frustrating and exhausting days at work today, the job that I work so I can spoil you like I do, and this is how you’re going to treat me? Instead of letting me take out all my anger on your cock like we’d both like?”

Suddenly your hand is dropping down to the obvious bulge that’s poking through the light grey fabric of his sweats. A sharp inhale sounding from his nose as you gently fondle the erection with your free hand. Watching the hairs on his neck stand each time you graze over the soft sack of his balls before moving back up to his shaft just to tease him like you weren’t already groping him through his pants. 

Even then that’s enough to stimulate the feelings of want for you that had been in the back of his mind all day long and it’s not long before he’s bucking up into your hand the closer he gets to his orgasm. 

“How cute.” You coo out as you take note of the deepened blush that has taken place over his features along with his slightly parted lips and slight tilt back of his head. And just when the bucking up of his hips became rough and sloppy you removed your hand as quick as possible with a teasing smile on your lips at the frustrated groan that left his lips.

“Bad boys don’t deserve orgasms, only sweet boys do.” You taunt, taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom. 

A silence falls over the burly man and he melts right back into the submissive you have him trained as. Obeying every single one of your orders once you get in the bedroom until he’s splayed out on the bed in a starfish position with his bare erect and yearning cock pressed up against his toned stomach with precum oozing from the swollen red tip and the soft glimmer of a silver cockring at the base of his cock.

“Mommy…” He finally speaks up in a desperate whisper for the first time today, your body slowly being disregarded of clothes finally bringing him to his begging point before you’re even touching him again. The weight of his actions finally weighs heavy in his mind when he sees you practically prancing towards the bed with a rugged bundle of light pink rope in your hand. 

The kind that always made him feel so pretty when it matched the lingerie he put on for you now being used against him as a tool in his punishment. 

“I’m sorry, mommy. I was just too needy for you earlier and was upset when you didn’t come home at the time you usually do.” His apologies fall on deaf ears just as your calling out to him had done earlier. Your face not even reacting to his words or looking in his direction when you move to each corner of the bed to restrain his wrists to the edge of the metal railing bed. Only looking down to chastise him with a quick ‘tsk!’ of your tongue when his mouth attempted to latch on to your nipples as you reached over to secure his wrists.

“I didn’t make you act like that earlier, you did this to yourself. Mommy wanted to come home and please both her and her sweet baby boy. But now look at you,” Your hand roughly comes down to forcefully take his jaw into your hand and force him to look up at you with eyes filled with regret, “All tied up ready to be used by me.”

It’s then that your hand travels down his stomach to place a gentle tap on the swollen tip of his cock. Going as far to even trail your finger around it eliciting groans from the pit of his stomach knowing you were going to pull away as soon as he got close to that sweet release again. Quiet gasps being the only thing that left his lips, the squirming of his hips underneath you a silent way of showing how much he wanted you. 

“You look so pretty all tied up for me like this, baby.” Each word that left your lips sent a wave of pleasure straight to his dick and you could see the way it twitched from the corner of your eye as you moved your focus down to his chest deciding he wasn’t worthy of the kiss you were going to give to him. With pinched fingers your hands moved to the cherry red bud that was his nipple. Fondling the oversensitive bud on his plump chest warranting his whole torso to rumble with the pained groans of pleasure that escaped from him.

“Please,” A voice that you wouldn’t expect to come from someone his size, similar to that of a begging child’s, sounded from him with ease when you were the one delivering the pleasure, “Please give me more.” 

A smirk made its way on your lips before you leaned down to capture the bud between your plush lips. Your tongue encircling the sensitive flesh to soothe the pain your pinching must’ve caused him. Only pulling away with a trail of spit following as you moved on to give the next nipple the same treatment. And if it weren’t for the tight cockring at the base of his balls, something as simple as this would’ve had him coming undone without you even having to touch his cock. But instead he was forced to deal with the painful ache of his erect straining against the cold metal.

Two quick swift movements and your mouth was pulling away from his chest against his wishes, whimpers leaving his lips, but quickly being shushed once he realized you were positioning yourself right over his cock. 

“I still haven’t gotten my stress relief for the day,” Grabbing on to his thick shaft you lined up his swollen tip with your entrance, teasingly dragging it along your wet slit up to your clit before you were stuffing it inside of you without warning, choked moans leaving the both of you from the long awaited pleasure. 

“So fucking big you can barely fit inside of me.” But still you lowered your hips down on him until you were at his hilt. Taking a moment to adjust to his girth and size before your hips swirled at an achingly slow pace in a sloppy figure 8 motion. The feeling of your clit rubbing up against his hardened lower abdomen making you damn near see stars.

“Y-You feel so good around me, mommy. So fucking good.” Greed got the best of the needy sub, his hips attempting to buck up into you to change the slow pace you had set, but that just prompted you to stop the movement of your hips altogether. Stopping to look down at his flustered face and pressing your hands down on his to limit his mobility. 

“What a needy slut my sweet baby boy is,” You sucked in through teeth when he delivered a quick snap of his hips up into you. Your nails dragged along his chest hard enough to leave pink markings on it, but not rough enough to make him bleed. “If you weren’t such a brat earlier then maybe I would’ve been letting you fuck me right now as we speak,” your hips resumed their former pace and pattern of movement, “But you’re not.” You taunted him in a teasing voice, watching as his face scrunched up in both pain from the limitations his cockring put on him, but also pleasure as you indulged him in the warmth of your cunt wrapped around his length.

“Please...I’m sorry...please just let me cum.” Toji basically cries out, whining like a poor dog. 

“Not until I do.” You grab his chin forcing him to look up at you and reaching down with your free hand to grope at his plump chest. They fill your hand up in all the right ways like they were made for you to toy and mess with. “Not just once, but twice. And then maybe if I’m feeling nice I’ll be nice enough to let you cum too.” 

And so it goes on like that for at least an hour, your slick pussy gripping around him and creaming so many times around him to the point where a thick ring of cum had formed at the base of his cock because of you. Your clit was swollen from the stimulation his skin gave you and almost matched the color of his darkening cock with each passing minute, the only difference being that you constantly got your relief. 

Tears pooled at the edge of his eyes, glossy each time he looked up at you and silently pleading like a dog begging for food. His wrists were sore and raw from yanking against the pretty pink rope this whole session. It’s felt like forever for him, not only having to endure this session, but waiting and longing for you all day long. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, please, please, mommy. I’m begging you! Please let me cum mommy, make me feel good too please.” His voice is barely audible and sounds more like a croak than smooth pronunciation. Already considering to finally give him that sweet release since you’ve had your release already, it was his soft desperate sniffle that brought you completely to your conclusion of freeing him.

“Mommy is going to take care of her sweet baby boy now.” 

Reaching over you grabbed the ube from your bedside drawer that you always kept for situations as such and poured a fair amount on the shaft of Toji’s cock. Using the cooling sensation of the lube to take away some of his swollenness and ease him from the restraints of the cockring. 

“The rope.” He brought to your attention before he took his sigh of relief, watching with widened and eager eyes as you reached over to undo the intricate knots on his wrists. Soothing the raw area with your thumb and kisses before you allowed them to drop to his side, that sigh of relief finally sounding from his lips.

He wasted no time in relishing on the fact that he wasn’t tied up and begging anymore or even paused to wipe away the flushed tears from his cheeks, but immediately wrapped his broad arm around your torso and flipped the two of you over so you were now the one below him as he towered over you.

He almost didn’t know what to do with this freedom after not having it all day long and it took a moment for him to decide, but the first thing he did was drop his face between your breasts, groping and motorboating them like a mad man. You threaded your fingers into his dark raven spikes as his mouth found your nipple and began to gently suckle on the sweet skin.

“So good.” He let out in a satisfied hum that vibrated against your nipples and sent a shiver up your spine.

“You do that so well, such a good boy for me when you’re not being a brat.” You backhandedly  praise through soft gasps underneath your breath. 

 Dark eyes looking up at you through lashes, pupils blown wide from pleasure, and your praise making his cock leak with precum at the tip. Your grip in his hair tightened as you pulled him closer against your body,  the arch of your body into him giving him perfect access to slip in between your folds with ease from the wetness that had accumulated between your thighs from multiple orgasms already. 

“Your pussy feels so warm and tight around me.” He pulls away from your lipples with a loud pop and grunt like this wasn’t his fourth time of the day feeling the confines of your velvet walls. The only difference being that it was at his pace for once and not the painstakingly slow one you had been teasing him with all day long, able to pound into like he had been dreaming about all day long. The bed swaying back and forth and squeaking with each powerful thrust of his hips into you.

“Look at you, rutting up against me like a bitch in heat. So desperate and needy for me to the point where you’re crying,” A soft hand comes up to wipe away at the tears that continue to come down his face despite the release he’s getting in this moment. The taunting tone of your voice only encourages him to move faster, but he’s so backed up that all it takes is a couple of rough thrusts before warm strings of cum are shooting up inside of you. The embarrassment from cumming so fast only warranting more tears to stream down his puffy face.

“Couldn’t hold out, huh? Don’t tell me my sweet baby boy has turned into a one pump chump on me.” Your taunting has yet to stop, but from the way his cock twitches with each degradation that leaves your lips you’re not going to stop anytime soon. 

“You just feel so good. Especially after not being able to cum in you all day long.” He defends himself, pulling out of you with a still swollen cock. 

“How pathetic of you to have such an amazing cock that you can’t use right.” Your hand makes an impact with his already pink right cheek on his face, not harsh enough to hurt him but harsh enough to leave a pink imprint the shape of your hand there. Toji is only able to look down from embarrassment, face secretly growing more flustered as your humiliating words and actions continue. 

You shift to sit up and push down on his chest so he’s now laying back, his still erect cock leveled out with your face now. Twitching in your direction from excitement still nowhere near satisfied yet. 

“F-Fuck.” He breathed out verbally when your hand gripped the base of his cock, already driving him crazy and you hadn’t even given him your mouth yet. You couldn’t help but hold a cocky expression as you leaned down to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue before taking as much of him as you could fit into your mouth, enclosing your throat around him while you stroked the remainder of him with your hand. 

Suckling softly around the salty skin like he had done your nipples earlier, you looked up at him through dark lashes and the sight was godly; muscles constricting with each moan that rumbled his chest, a thin sheet of sweat making his skin glisten in the dim lighting of the room, tears coating the chubs of his cheeks,  and his eyes closed shut with his scarred lip tight between his sharp teeth. Not to mention the soft bucks of his hips up into your mouth forcing you to choke as he forced more of his cock down his throat until you had gentle tears falling from your eyes as well. 

“So so good, mommy. You’re so good at sucking my cock, no one else does it better than you do.” The breathlessness of his voice lets you know that he’s already near the edge of his orgasm, the muscles of his stomach flexing every time you hollow out your cheeks and flick your tongue against his tip already tasting the salt of his cum. 

Hazy eyes opened to peer down at you in all of your glory with his cock down your throat, one hand coming down to knead at your breasts as you worked your magic between his legs so good to the point where you had his toes curling and gripping at the silk white sheets of the bed.

“I’m going to-” The dark haired man wasn’t even able to get the rest of his sentence out before a string of ‘Mommy’s was leaving his pink lips as his stomach contracted until he was shooting a big load of backed up orgasms down your throat to the point where some of the white fluid was spilling from the sides of your mouth messily. But you didn’t stop at his orgasm, you kept going until every last drop of his cum had gone down your throat and you were positive he had come down from his orgasm.

It took his hand removing you from his cock forcefully for you to finally stop and even then it wasn’t a full force grab, his hand barely able to move due to his mind still being heavily clouded with pleasure. An override of senses crashing his system to the point where he was sure he would’ve gone into subspace if he hadn’t got you to stop sucking his cock.

“Are you okay?” You cooed out softly as you brought him into your arms so his head was resting against the soft plushness of your bests, gently stroking his hair and wiping away tears while he came down from that mind blowing orgasm. 

“Mhm.” Was the only thing he managed to get out before smuggling his face against your chest completely. The two of you too tired to get up and take a shower.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” He let out in a soft breath. 

[liyawritesss]

yay ok ok! Could u do like a modern black high school AU for the main UA girls? like them reimagined as black teens? Plzzz if u don't mind(≧◡≦) ♡

ᴍʜᴀ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢɪʀʟꜱ

Characters: Various MHA Girls

Genre: Headcanon Descriptions

Synopsis: Here are the MHA Girls as different kinds of black girls in modern day high school

Warnings: Cursing, american school system, stereotyping ig???

A/N: I actually really like this idea and have been thinking about this since I got the request in my inbox. I hope you enjoy it! These are also my opinions so don't be shitty about em. You’re welcome to share yours as well tho!

ᴀꜱᴜɪ ᴛꜱᴜʏᴜ - “ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱʜʏ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.”

With tsu’s bluntness and intelligence, she reminds me of one of the girls that would be between on the popularity scale. 

She’s deemed too real for the popular girls and too intimidating for any other hierarchy

She would’ve probably spent her first few months or even first year at highschool tucked in a corner somewhere, either people watching or reading a book. I don’t see her as the social type

But around sophomore year she’s approached by Ochako and slowly starts to integrate into a friend group

She’s not a teachers pet because she’s definitely called out some teachers on their bullshit but it’s not like they can do anything since she does keep her grades up, pays attention in class, and participate, so they can’t help but acknowledge her excellence

Most definitely a gifted burnout child who hasn’t reached peak burnout yet.

I can see her most vulnerable moment being asking someone like Mina what to do with all the hair she has

ᴀꜱʜɪᴅᴏ ᴍɪɴᴀ - “ʜʙɪᴄ”

Not necessarily a hot cheeto girl like some people would put her ass, but close enough to where her presence is known to everyone throughout the school

Outfits are always on point, will come to school dressed like she’s ready for a red carpet walk

Probably was a cheerleader at least once in highschool

Is always seen helping out the different classes that sell waterbottles or snacks, boosting their marketing by posting on social media with catchy captions

Will also not hesitate to fight a bitch, especially if they're coming after one of her friends

She’ll put her braids up real quick and start boxing on sight, no questions asked

Friends with all the security guards so that if she ever gets in trouble she has a guaranteed place to chill. They’d also bring her food inside the building

Has the best advice for hair and skin care by far. She even helped Tsu with her hair problem. Sis never did soft locs before but was very proud of herself with how they came out on tsu’s head!

ᴜʀᴀʀᴀᴋᴀ ᴏᴄʜᴀᴋᴏ - “ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴘᴇᴛ”

Okay hear me out. She’s very qualified to be the teachers pet but not for the reasons you may be thinking

She’s just so fucking sweet who wouldn’t adore her???

Has a great relationship with the lunch ladies, even knows their first names!! She gets free cookies from the little stand the lunch ladies have

Caries around a blanket on those extra cold days so she looks likes a pastel pink hunchback of notre dame walking down the halls during passing periods

Every sports teams loudest cheerleader though technically not on the cheer team

Also friends with the security guards who she chills with during lunch

Literally every staff member has a snack for her she never goes hungry at school

ᴊɪʀᴏᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴋᴀ - “ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ɢɪʀʟ”

Unfortunately she’s not the most popular. Her style and interests would not fit what people expect a black girl to be, and so she’s gotten a lot of comments and stares 

She never lets it get to her for real though, she often times just dwells on her music

More than likely hangs out with the boys more, like Denki, Sero and Kirishima, who are more accepting of her interests and passions

Writes some bomb ass songs, and in the yearbooks people would vote her as the person to have the best career

Her grades are okay, there may be a couple of parent-teacher conferences throughout the years because she’s more focused on finishing a chorus than her calculus homework

Definitely one of the best friends you could ask her though. She’ll listen to you and give advice as much as you need

She also has a good deal with the music/band teacher, so she has access to the band room during breaks, lunches, and after school

She’ll bring the boys and mina under the strict condition that they don’t touch anything, cuz she’ll be damned if her hideout gets taken from her

Wears hella band shirts and hoodies, would probably have one of those belt-like chokers on, and is never seen without a journal and her headphones

ʏᴀᴏʏᴏʀᴏᴢᴜ ᴍᴏᴍᴏ - “ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴜɢɪᴇ

Most def pulled up to school freshman year in the newest model car and the most name brand outfit anyone has ever seen

Doesn’t eat the cafeteria food at all (I mean who could blame her) so she always has a healthy lunch from home full of fats and proteins needed for her body

Probably a pescetarian or does keto or something along those lines

Lips are never caught chapped, she will always have a thick layer of lip gloss or lip oil on.

Offers to buy people lunch after school cuz she got money like that

Definitely on the cheerleading team, if anything she’s probs captain

Can’t fight, says she’s too pretty for that but she can’t throw a punch for shit im sorry

Will ask to go to the bathroom, what was suppose to be 5 minutes turns into 25 mins because she had to fix her hair or redo her makeup

Will never catch her in the same outfit in all 4 years of highschool, not even the same hair scrunchie

Also chills in the counselor's office when the lunchroom ‘gets too crowded’

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Can I request a Thomas (tmr) x f!reader soulmate au maybe where he comes up to the glade after she’s been there for a while with her name on his wrist. And that brings back her memories of him? Thank you!!

Of course, sweet Anon! 😊 I don't usually like AU, but I actually do like the soulmate trope lol. Also, this took too long, I know. I've been so unmotivated and I have no idea why and I still have like 4 more imagines to do hahahahahaaa......ugh

Aaaanyway...*cough cough* this is...what it is. I have this disease, called "backstoryinitis" where I add too much backstory to an imagine, so, uh, sorry?

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Wiping a bead of sweat off your brow, you stopped hoeing the ground when you heard the loud alarm that rang every month.

Another month, another Greenie...

You'd lived in the Glade for a couple years now, so you were used to new kids coming up in what everyone called the Box every month. It's really the only way you could keep track of how long you were stuck in this place.

Every month, you wondered if there was going to be someone like you sent up; a female. Being the only girl in a group of dozens of boys, it got lonely. Of course you had friends, but it just wasn't the same to you. And what was even weirder, you had a tattoo on your wrist, a name.

At first, when you came up in the Box without your memories, you actually thought it was your name, until you remembered your actual name.

Looking at your wrist every day and night, you tried to comb your brain for any sliver of memory that could answer your hundreds of questions that you had. Why was this name on your wrist, and who was this person? You hoped you'd find out, one day.

You ran alongside your friend to the Box, Chuck. Well, more like closest person you considered a younger brother. He very well could've been for all you knew, but he was just one of over fifty other boys that could've been a relative. But you always called Chuck "baby brother," not that he enjoyed that nickname, in public at least. He did get teased a bit by the other guys if you called him that within earshot, so you eased up on the name a bit. But you couldn't help that protective sister side of you when you thought Chuck was getting too close to the Box when it still hadn't come up all the way.

You looked around at all the excited faces of the other boys, anxious to see the new Greenie, anxious to hassle him more like.

You always tried to be nice to Greenies, remembering how poorly you were treated when you arrived in the Glade a couple years ago. No one would really take you seriously because you were a girl. You didn't even get a job assigned to you until a few months later, of course besides the stereotypical doing the laundry and helping Frypan in the kitchen, until you almost burned down the whole shack. Turns out, you were a terrible cook. Fry still teases you about it from time to time.

Eventually, you gained everyone's trust, even Gally's, that kid definitely took some convincing though. You thought he hated you if you were being honest, but in time, you saw through your anger and understood why. Some mysterious girl just shows up with a name tattooed on her wrist when nobody else did? It probably would've freaked you out too. Thankfully, everyone stopped asking you about it when you didn't even know yourself.

You winced softly when a dull pain shot up your hand, the ink in your wrist started to itch. Huh, it's never itched before? You tried to think nothing of it when the Box finally came up all the way, Gally reaching down and opening up the hatch doors.

Everyone peered over the sides of the heavy metal doors, trying to get a good look at the new Greenie. Of course, it was another male, cowering in the corner in terror like so many other boy you've seen. An odd feeling washing over you, like nostalgia but mixed with an almost sense of overwhelming joy. The feeling was so all consuming that you didn't even notice the new Greenie taking off in a dead sprint until all your fellow Gladers started to whoop and holler, obviously finding the Greenie's fear amusing, the boy faceplanting only adding to their boisterous laughter.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling to yourself, "The dude's just scared."

Of course, the Greenie being terrified out of his mind didn't stop the Keepers from deciding to keep him in the pit until he calmed down, a sentiment you did not share. Newt chuckled, gaining your attention quickly. "What're you laughing at?" You asked.

"Nothing, just adorable how you feel for the Greenies."

"Oh, shuck you."

"Why so defensive?"

"I am not." You pouted, crossing your arms. "It's not like he's the only one that's totally freaked out on the first day. He shouldn't be locked up in the pit."

"That is true, but you know it's for everyone's safety, including his." He said, walking away.

"Yeah, yeah..." You sighed, uncrossing your arms and choosing to lean against the hoe that you were holding, eyes completely focused on Alby and the new Greenie. To say you were curious would've been an understatement.

It was strange, you usually didn't have such a peaked interest in Greenies like this before. You felt yourself drawn to him, for some unknown reason. And another thing that was strange, your wrist tattoo had been tingling ever since he came up in the Box, but you just wrote that up as a coincidence. There was no way it could be correlated...right?

"Y/n!"

You turned to Alby, quickly making his way to you with almost angry expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Do you know the Greenie?" He asked, his expression not changing.

You furrowed your brows, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. "Of course not, why would I?"

"Your name is on his wrist."

You froze, your confusion clearly etched on your face. "W-What?"

"You really don't know him? If your name is on his wrist, then I think it's pretty safe to assume that the name on your wrist is his."

"No, that's...impossible. I..." You were at a loss for words, how could this be happening? All this time, you just thought, maybe you had a partner before your memories got wiped and got their name tattooed; but now, you had no idea the hell was going on.

"The Greenie also claimed he didn't know where the tattoo came from, or who the name belonged to."

"You didn't tell him...about me?"

"No, not yet. I wanna keep this under wraps until we figure out what the shuck is happening here."

"But Alby, everyone knows about my tattoo, if someone sees his-"

"He's wearing a long sleeve. If he knows what's good for him he'll listen to me when I told him to cover it." Alby sighs, hardening his expression once more. "I swear, Y/n, if you know something about this-"

"I don't." You assured, you were just as confused as he was.

"The bonfire tonight will be a good opportunity to talk to the Greenie, everyone'll be too drunk to notice."

"Alby, you still trust me, right?"

"That remains to be seen."

The anxiety that you felt the rest of the day finally bubbled to the surface when the bonfire party started. You pretty much avoided the Greenie all day. You didn't know if you had any reason to be scared, but so many fears plagued your mind. So many "what ifs." But were sure nothing would be worse than having to wait to find out.

Looking over to see the Greenie and Newt sitting together away from the bonfire, Alby gave you a look, stern but not stern enough for you to feel threatened, although you still felt nervous.

Slowly walking over to the Greenie, you kept telling yourself over and over that this is the moment you've been waiting for ever since you were sent to the Glade, the moment you found out if this boy was the one who's name was permanently engraved onto your skin. You could finally have some sort of closure, maybe not complete, but just knowing would be enough.

You nervously cleared your throat, both boys looking your way as you stood above them. "Hey, Newt." You quickly started, "thought I'd introduce myself to the Greenie." You gave Newt a look that told him to leave the two of you alone.

Newt chuckled. "Right, of course. I think I'm gonna get myself another drink." And off he went, leaving you and the Greenie in an awkward silence, but more of an anxious silence on your part.

"Sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, been a busy day." You forced a smile, taking a seat next to the Greenie.

"Do you guys throw parties like this every time a new...Greenie shows up?" The boy asked, a slight bitter tone to his voice.

"Yeah, pretty much. We only really started this tradition a year ago, we thought we might as well celebrate another month of surviving here, also welcoming the newbies."

"Yeah, well, doesn't really feel like a warm welcome, despite the bonfire." You chuckled. "Are you...? Uh, never mind."

"No, what?"

"Well, just looking around, you seem to be the only girl here. Why is that?"

You shrugged. "Beats me. I came here just like everybody else, no memories. I wish I knew. Speaking of, have you remembered your name yet?"

The Greenie frowned. "No." He whispered, suddenly rubbing his sleeve covered wrist.

"What's wrong?" You asked, noticing his discomfort.

He sighed. "Uh, nothing. My wrist just hurts a little, might've sprained it or somethin'."

This was taking too long, and the bonfire party was starting to die down. It would be over soon, you had to speed this up.

"Alby told me..." You started, nervously taking a deep breath before continuing, "about your wrist."

The Greenie looked to you with wide eyes. "He told me to keep quiet about it, why would he tell you?"

"Because...the name on your wrist is mine."

He furrowed his brows, his mouth slightly agape, rolling up his sleeve slightly, just enough to see the top of the outline of your name. "Wait, really? How is that...?"

"I don't know. But I'm guessing," You rolled up your own sleeve, "this is your name?"

You held up your wrist, the light from the bonfire illuminating the ink enough for the Greenie to read what it said, "Thomas." Thomas' confused face mirrored your own, both of you feeling a strange mix of emotions all at once. He reached out, you flinching away slightly. "Can I?" He asked.

You nodded curtly, extending out your wrist for him to hold.

As soon as his skin made contact with yours, you felt a spark of electricity rush through your whole body, so intense that it made you jolt with a quiet gasp. Thomas seemed to have felt the same, his grip on your wrist tightening as he felt the same rush.

You suddenly felt like you were hit in the head with a brick, sharp flashes of images of you, but not in the Glade. These were different, you saw yourself smiling, laughing, with an older woman, smile lines and subtle wrinkles around her eyes, tuffs of greyish white hair scattered about in random spots amongst her lush natural colored hair. You instantly teared up...this was your mother...you remembered your mother.

"I remember." You and Thomas said at the exact same time.

"My name is Thomas." He confirmed, tears welling up in his golden brown eyes, giving them a shine. "I remember everything, my family, my friends, why I came here..."

"I remember my life before here too. I was...taken. They took me away from my mama." You quickly felt a surge of anger rush through you. "W.C.K.D. They did this."

Thomas sighed. "I know..." He took hold of both your hands. "I remember you too, Y/n." A slight rosy blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Me too." You said softly.

You both had worked at W.C.K.D. together, you both had the same distain for the company and wanting to take them down together, both of you being betrayed and sent here. You knew it was dangerous for W.C.K.D. to send you both to the same Maze trial, how could they make such a stupid mistake.

"We have to get everyone out of here, Thomas."

"We will."

"Together."

~~~~~~~~~~

Well, that escalated quickly. Hope you enjoyed it regardless, Anon😊

[fruitcoops]

Guess the Two of Us

Hey folks! I’ve been watching Cut videos recently to get inspiration for more Lions social media fics and have found several wonderful ideas. This is based on the video where someone has to match up couples from a group people they’ve never met--I love O’Knutzy, but seeing as they’re not out yet, I did not include them in this.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace is mine! Let me know if you’re still enjoying the social media fics :)

“Do I just talk to the camera?” a young woman in a yellow dress asked. Someone offscreen nodded and she smiled. “Hello, hockey fans! I’m Grace and I’ll be doing a video for the Lion Pride channel today.”

“Grace, do you keep up with the hockey world?” Marlene’s voice was a bit muffled behind the camera.

“Not at all, I’m more into softball, baseball, that kind of thing.”

“Do you live in Gryffindor?”

“Nope! I’m visiting family and I was in the coffee shop across the street when someone offered to have me film a video for the network.”

“We’re going to bring ten people out and you’re going to match the couples. Sound good?”

“Oh, god, this is going to be hard,” Grace laughed. “Sure, I’ll give it a tryrst.”

“Alright, the rest of you can line up behind her. Grace, I’ll tell you when you can turn around and start guessing. You can ask them to hold hands, kiss, dance, whatever will give you a better idea of their relationship.” Ten people walked out from behind the camera into a loose semi-circle. “Ready? Go!”

“Whew, okay, no pressure.” Grace turned to face them. “Okay, first one.” She bit her lip and scanned the group, then pointed to Lily and Natalie hesitantly. “You both look very nice and very intimidating. Could you come here for a second and hold hands?”

“Are you using new moisturizer?” Lily asked as she twined their fingers together; Kasey covered his mouth in the background. “Your hands are so soft.”

Grace looked between them for a moment, narrowing her eyes. “As much as you two would make an absolute power couple, I think you’re just really good friends. Who’s the guy that’s laughing over there?”

“I’m Kasey,” he said around his laughter.

“You’re her boyfriend, aren’t you?” She gestured to Natalie; he didn’t answer the question, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, I’m calling it.”

“Nat, Kasey, you guys can stand over to the left,” Marlene said.

“I’m feeling a little better now, this is good!” Grace said as she faced the others again, bouncing on her toes a bit. “Tall guy and slightly shorter guy, can you come up?”

“Since when am I ‘slightly shorter guy’?” James grumbled as he walked over with Sirius.

“Since we met! I’ve always been taller than you.”

“The banter is a good sign,” Grace mused. “Hmmm. If you’re comfortable, could you give him a kiss on the cheek?” Sirius leaned down and planted one on James, who grinned. “This is tough. You’re either dating or just, like, peak best friends.”

“You can ask them to say, ‘I love you’,” Marlene suggested out of frame.

Grace turned back to them. “Could you?”

They faced each other and James took Sirius’ hands, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you, too—” Sirius caught himself at the last second and Grace sighed.

“You were going to finish that with ‘dude’ or something, weren’t you?” she asked; his poker face broke immediately. “Damn it. I thought I had that one.”

“She’s good at this,” Lily commented from the line.

“Can you come to the front for a second? Sirius, you can head back.”

Lily stuck her hands in her pockets as she stood next to James. “I get the slightly shorter guy. Nice.”

Grace paused. “At first I was almost positive you were together, but now I feel like you would step on him. Is that rude?” Everyone else started cheering and she smiled as James flushed. “Sorry, you just have a presence!”

“Thank you!”

“Alright, I can’t decide. You can both go back,” she finally said. Remus gave Lily a nudge as she returned to her place and Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Sweater guy, can you step up to the plate?” Remus obliged and she tilted her head to the side. “So, I was going to say you were Lily’s boyfriend because of the little moment back there, but there is no way you’re heterosexual.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the group burst out laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but holy shit that was fast. Twenty-five years of pretending to be straight, wasted.”

“Hey, same!” They high-fived and she surveyed the other seven people. “Hmmm. Can the guy in the red shirt come over for a minute?” Talker walked over with a wide grin on his face. “Oh, the vibe is definitely there. I feel like he steals your sweaters.” Out of Grace’s sightline, dawning horror overtook Sirius’ face. “Can you hug?”

“Yeah, sure.” Talker held his arms out and Remus settled into them, giving him a tight squeeze around the chest.

“I can see it, I can see it,” Grace said, nodding. “Yeah, I think you two are a couple.”

“Three pairs left,” Marlene said.

“How are all of you so pretty?” Grace sighed as she turned back to the group. “Can the lady in the purple shirt and the one who looks like she could bench-press me come forward? What do you two do for a living?”

“Professional hockey,” Noelle said.

June grinned. “I’m a mechanic.”

“That’s so cool. Hmm. Could you slow dance for a second?” June wrapped her arms around Noelle’s waist, leaving a decent amount of room between them as they swayed. “You’re so cute together, oh my god.”

“Is that a yes?” June asked as they separated.

“Absolutely.” Grace blew out a long breath. Only James, Sirius, Heather, and Lily were left. “This is so difficult. How did it get harder with fewer people? Well, the lovely lady in the jacket has a rainbow pin, so I’m going to say you two are together. I am a hundred percent sure those two guys aren’t dating because of the ‘bro’ thing, but there’s nobody else left.”

“Do you want to do a rematch before your final decision?” Marlene offered.

Grace looked over at the group of already-paired couples on the left. She hesitated, then shook her head. “I know I got at least two wrong, but I don’t want to mess everything else up.”

“In that case, you’re going to face the camera and close your eyes. Everyone, get together with your real partners and put rings on if you have them.”

“Rings?” Her jaw dropped. “Some of them are married?”

“There’s one married couple and two are engaged.”

“If I accidentally ruined someone’s future, please know that I am so sorry.”

“There’s a very low chance of that,” Sirius said as he slid his ring on.

“Okay, Grace, turn around.”

Grace turned and covered her mouth with both hands. “Awww! How many did I get right?”

“One.”

“One?” Kasey and Natalie waved, and she sighed. “Please tell me you’re at least engaged.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s start with this end,” Marlene laughed. “Pots, Lils, go ahead.”

“For the record, she could definitely step on me.” James grinned and kissed Lily’s temple. “We’re the married ones.”

“Wait, that’s so cute,” Grace said softly. “I totally see it.”

“So, why didn’t you pair them up?” Marlene asked.

“I don’t know! It seems so obvious now. How long have you been together?”

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder. “We met about eight years ago, had a baby last winter, and got married this past summer.”

“Congratulations!” June and Heather walked up next, hand-in-hand. “Well, at least I didn’t put either of you with one of the guys.”

June shrugged. “Noelle’s a cutie. If I wasn’t already engaged to the love of my life, I’d go there.”

“I put you two together because you had the jock-for-jock thing going, but this right here is couple goals.” Grace sniffled slightly. “Is it normal to get emotional about other people’s love?”

“You have three other couples to get through, you can’t cry yet!” Heather teased playfully as they moved to the end of the line.

Natalie winked. “You had us figured out right away.”

“Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing!”

Kasey snorted. “Sorry, it’s just that there’s a running joke among our friends that Lily and Nat are the true power couple. Even I didn’t notice the hand lotion, and we live together.”

She gasped as Talker and Noelle took their place. “Wait, what?”

“Surprise, I’m not a lesbian!” Noelle said, doing jazz hands. “Very flattered, though.”

“How do all these make so much sense?” Grace shook her head in disbelief. “At least I wasn’t wrong about the jock-for-jock vibe for one of the couples.”

Marlene stepped slightly into view. “Why didn’t you put Thomas and Noelle with each other?”

Grace shrugged. “They both had such good chemistry with the other people in the group. I’m sure I would’ve paired them up if I had seen them together, though.”

“Alright, final couple.” Talker and Noelle joined the back of the line; Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist as they stepped forward.

“You were right about the jock thing for two of the couples, actually,” Remus said with a grin. “Very impressive.”

“How did I miss this?” Grace looked at the camera crew, then back at them. “How the hell did I miss this?”

“Don’t worry, we were all oblivious for about three and a half months,” James said ruefully.

“Are you all friends?”

“All the guys play for the Lions, Gryffindor’s hockey team,” Marlene explained.

“The hockey questions make a lot more sense now. Does that mean you two play for the same team?”

“Literally or figuratively?” The corners of Sirius’ mouth twitched up as James rolled his eyes. “Yes, and yes. I’m the team captain.”

“I play wing,” Remus said.

“Did you two meet through hockey?”

Remus made a ‘so-so’ motion. “Sort of. I was the Lions’ physical therapist for two years before I was a player. We started spending more time together after Sirius broke his ankle.”

“Are you the other engaged couple?” Sirius beamed and held up his left hand. “Yeah, I thought so. Congrats, you’re both adorable!”

“Merci.”

“Do you want to sign us off, Grace?” Marlene asked as Sirius and Remus rejoined the rest of the group.

She turned to the camera and waved. “Thanks for watching, everyone!”

[lilchibi-chan]

Reader has a BF x MHA Boys

This is a follow up to a request I received. You can read it here ☺️

Ever since Todoroki confessed his feelings to you, it was all you could think about. Whenever he got near you, you felt butterflies well up in your stomach. You were so nervous, but also confused. Could you possibly have feelings for Shoto?

‘No way’ you thought to yourself

You enter class and Shoto is sitting in his seat which is next to yours. You make your way over slowly, thoughts of that moment filling your head. You replay that moment over and over.

“G-good morning Shoto,” you say nervously

“Good morning y/n. Are you feeling alright,” he asks concerned

“Y-yeah, just a little anxious this morning”

“Is there anything I can do to help,” he asks getting closer to you

“No, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it,” you say flustered

He gives you a small smile, then rubs your hand in small circles with his thumb

His hands were soft and warm. They provided comfort when you needed it. This doesn’t imply that you like him, but you appreciated how caring he was being in this moment.

You smile back at him and wait for class to begin.

Aizawa gives you guys a partner project that you have to complete together and allows everyone to pick partners.

“Hey girl, you wanna work together,” Mina says eagerly

You look over at Todoroki and he appears to be somewhat sad at the fact that Mina asked you to be her partner

“I think... I’m gonna stay with Todoroki, he knows a lot about this subject and I really need an A or else my parents will kill me”

“Aww poop,” Mina says with a pout,“alright then. In other news, how’s the boyfriend” she says teasing

“He’s good, I’m actually gonna meet him at his school today,” you say smiling

Todoroki excused himself to leave and get some water. Bakugou follows a couple seconds later.

“Dammit IcyHot, you’re such a wuss”

“What are you referring to?” Todoroki asks

“C’MON DON’T TREAT ME LIKE I’M SOME IDIOT! I’M TALKING ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS FOR Y/N!”

“Always so loud, Bakugou. Since you want to have an opinion on the matter, what would you do if you were me?”

Bakugou is flustered by the question, but thinks of an answer.

“W-well if it were me, I-I wouldn’t go down without a fight. Show her who the better man is”

“That’s where you and I are differ Bakugou. She’s already shown that she is happy how she is and I don’t want to get in the way of her happiness. To see her smile fade and know I was the cause. That feeling. I don’t even want to imagine it.”

“So, you’re just gonna give up on her. You never give up when fighting me, so why give up on someone that you care for that much. If you really like her as much as you say you do, just chase after her dammit!”

“WHAT GOOD IS IT IF NOTHING COMES FROM ME GOING AFTER HER?!” Todoroki says, finally losing his cool

“At least you know you tried and even if it does go the other way, you live without regretting what you did,” Bakugou says

“Wow,” Todoroki says with a small smirk,“I never thought you would ever be a voice of reason Bakugou and what you say actually makes sense. That’s truly impressive”

“I’M NOT AS DUMB AS YOU ALL THINK I AM! I’M ACTUALLY REALLY SMART!” Bakugou says fuming

Todoroki laughs

“W-what’s so funny?” Bakugou asks confused

“Nothing...thank you for the advice Bakugou. You’ve given me a lot to think about,” Todoroki says walking back to class

When he makes it back, you were laughing with Mina and then you look over and smile at him. He smiles back and makes his way to his seat.

“Todoroki, would you mind coming with me to my boyfriend’s school? I hate going places alone and I feel like I would be more comfortable if you were with me. If you’re not comfortable, it’s okay. I’ll ask someo-“

“It’s fine Y/N, I don’t mind at all”

“Thanks Shoto, you’re the best”

*******************************************************

It’s finally the end of the day and you and Todoroki make it to your boyfriend’s school. You stand with him at the front gate waiting to see if your boyfriend will show.

You see one of his friends and ask them they’ve seen your boyfriend. They tell you that he’s on the soccer field behind the school and you and Shoto make your way back there.

When you make it to the back of the school, you see him surrounded by a group of girls. Your boyfriend is handsome and really nice to everyone, so it’s reasonable that he would have a few female fans. Although you don’t mind, you still can’t help but feel slightly jealous and even a little hurt. You wished he would tell them to leave him alone, but you know how he would feel about that, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

Shoto looked over at you and noticed you had a sudden sadness in your eyes watching your boyfriend with the girls.

He starts walking over to where your boyfriend is.

“Shoto,” you say confused, following after him

He grabs your boyfriend by the collar and pushes him up against the wall.

“SHOTO!!” you scream, running over to where he pushed your boyfriend

“DON’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO HER!”  Shoto says screaming, you’ve never seen him this angry. He’s always level headed, even when pushed to his limit, but this was different.

Your boyfriend looks over at you and you’re crying.

It wasn’t because he was talking to the girls, although it does hurt, especially knowing that they all find him attractive. It was because you knew Shoto was doing this to protect you, but you didn’t think he would be this angry.

You thought Shoto was going to him, but he helps your boyfriend off of the ground. 

“I’m sorry, I let my anger get the best of me,” Shoto says

“Really? Your anger? Dude you just pushed me to the ground like a fucking maniac!” 

“Baby, relax. He didn’t mean it. He’s not usually like this,” you say trying to diffuse the situation

“Babe, I see the way he looks at you. Don’t treat me like a fucking idiot. I know he fucking likes you,” he says slightly raising his voice

“I-I’m sorry,” you say, your voice cracking

Your boyfriend notices you’re about to cry, as you were already feeling emotional.

“N-no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. That was wrong, but back to you, Todoroki.”

“No,” Todoroki says putting his hand up,”I see that I have caused enough trouble and I apologize, but with all do respect, you owe them enough to respect them even if they’re not around. Letting these girls follow you around and give you love letters is inappropriate, especially since they seem to not be a fan of how friendly you are to those girls.”

Todoroki starts to walk away, heading back to UA.

You look over at your boyfriend and start to speak up.

“Go after him, I see in your eyes that you have something to say. I’ll wait for you right here,” your boyfriend says before you can even open your mouth to say anything

You follow after Shoto.

“Shoto...wait...hey,” you say as you’re running to catch up to him

He finally stops and turns to see you running to him. You catch your breath and start to speak.

“Thank you...Shoto,” you say still catching your breath,”I wish it was handled a bit differently, but thank you for doing that. I wish I would’ve been brave enough to say something before, but-”

“Don’t mention it, Y/N. You’re very important to me and I would’ve done it for someone else, had care about them as much as I care about you, but there’s no one else that I care about that much. Have a good time with your boyfriend, okay,” he says, then turns to walk away

“But Shoto,-”

“No buts Y/N. Go back to him. I’ll see you at school.”

You pull him into a hug and head back to where your boyfriend was waiting for you.

It’s the Saturday after your outing with Bakugou and your boyfriend. You wake up cuddling the plushie that Bakugou won for you and the sun is peaking through your curtains. You feel yourself smile at the sight of the stuffed animal and decide to get out of bed.

You head into the bathroom with your phone and text Bakugou before you get in the shower, asking if he was open to hanging out today. You head in the shower  and start getting ready for the day

With Bakugou

He hears his phone buzz on his night stand and rolls over on his bed to see who could be texting him. He thought it might be his mom, so he was going to ignore it but something tells him to look at his phone.

He sits up in his side and reaches for it.

Once he sees it’s a text from you, the biggest smile spreads on his face. He immediately stops in case anyone saw him, forgetting that he’s in his room by himself. He looks around and starts smiling at the message, reading it over and over.

He finally snaps out of it and texts back ‘sure, whatever’

He tosses his phone and lays back down with a satisfied smile.

He couldn’t wait to see you, so he popped out of bed and decided to shower and get dressed.

Back with you

You finally finish your shower and look at your phone to see that Bakugou texted you back.

You laugh at text thinking ‘typical Bakugou’

You text him back ‘meet in front of my room in ten?’

He texts back ‘okay’

You set your phone down and continue getting dressed for the day. You put in a sweatshirt, some mom jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. You grab your purse and go to open the door to your room.

When you open it, Bakugou is standing right outside, leaning against your door frame.

“Mornin Bakugou,” you say with a smile

“Mornin” he says, smiling back

You let a small laugh escape your lips.

“What? What’s so funny? I have something in my teeth,” he asks frantically

You laugh again

“No,” you say trying to contain yourself,“you just have a really nice smile and I wish you would do it more”

He blushes and tries to hide it from you

“L-lets just go...damn nerd. What’re we doing today anyway?”

“Whatever you like,” you tell him with a smile

“W-whatddya mean? Is this some kind of prank,” he asks, his temper starting to well up

“No,” you say with laughter in your voice,“Bakugou...I know you didn’t wanna hang around with my boyfriend and I yesterday and that you only did it for me. I’m doing this because I appreciate you putting your pride aside and actually being nice to him.”

Bakugou blushes in response and for the first time, you’ve left him speechless

“S-so what’re we doing today, Y/N”

“Well, a couple of weeks ago...I signed us up for a cooking class. I know how much you love it so I figured why not and maybe you could even learn some new dishes and-“

“Thank you,” he says interrupting you,“that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me”

“Bakugou, you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had. You’re not the best at showing your emotions or executing them in the best way but you deserve a day to feel appreciated”

“I-I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that” he said scratching the back of his head

You laugh and the both of you walk out of the dorm and head to the cooking class.

It was in a bakery, so you would be making pastries, such as tarts, macaroons and etc.

From the time you entered, you could feel the excitement radiating off of Bakugou.

You decide to take a picture of him to capture this moment.

“H-hey what was that for? YOU BETTER NOT SHOW ANYONE THAT!!”

You burst out laughing and walk Bakugou over to one of the stations that was set up.

Some time passes and the class starts. As you’re mixing the ingredients together, you look over at Bakugou and noticed how focused he is, so you take out your phone and start to record.

“Today is a very special day as we get to observe the extremely talented Chef Bakugou in his kitchen. He is currently in the middle of making the crust for our fruit tart today”

“W-what’re you doing?” He asks nervous

“Relax chef, it’s just for memories, now walk us through what you’re doing now”

The look of nervousness fades and his cocky smile came out.

“Alright, since it’s the great chef Bakugou you want, we’re gonna put the dough into our pan and get started on our fruit.”

He starts cutting up fruit and you look over at the bowl of whip cream that was on the side. You dip your finger in and pop some on his nose.

He looks over at you with daggers.

“So it’s a fight you want huh?”

He did the same as you, but put it on your cheeks causing you to gasp and laugh really loud. The teacher that was observing came over to your table.

“Is everything okay over here,” she says with a warm laugh

“Yeah, everything’s fine, s-sorry for disrupting you ma’am” you say nervously

“No no,” she says smiling and waving her hand,“I’m glad you both are having fun...you’re a beautiful couple by the way,” she says and starts to walk away

“Oh we’re not-uh he’s not,” you say trying to get the words out but they never escape

Once the class ends, you and Bakugou head to the shopping center nearby. You needed to pick up some skin care and figured now would be a good time to pick them up, so that you didn’t have to go back out tomorrow.

“Did you like the class,” you ask Bakugou expectantly

“Y-yeah, it was great. Thank you again,” he says, but you notice his tone is a little somber

“You okay, Bakugou”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing”

“Katsuki” you say causing him to stop because you only call him by his first name when you’re serious

“Look, there’s a photo booth. Why don’t we go take some pictures” he asks obviously trying to change the subject

“Sure,” you say softly smiling and deciding to drop it, figuring he would tell you what’s bothering him when he’s ready

You both go inside the photo booth and sit down. You start off by doing some cute poses and Bakugou just stares at you for a moment.

You don’t notice and he turns your face, so that you’re looking at him.

“B-Bakugou” you say slightly nervous about what could possibly happen next

He gets closer to you, your lips barely touching.

Your heart starts racing and you close your eyes, bracing yourself for what’s about to happen. Both of which you were still unsure about and also strangely calm.

He stopped and thought about what he was doing. He decided against it and you were relieved, but also strangely sad. You were fully aware of Bakugou’s feeling for you and although you’re in a relationship, you just wanted his to admit it already. Show some type of emotion other than just trying to be strong or cocky. He did show you his soft side and you loved when he did that. You just wished he would be more honest and open about his feelings. You’re his best friend after all.

“We-We should probably head out. It’s finished taking our pictures,” he says sadly

You both exit the booth, he takes his copy and hands you yours. All you can do is stare at the last picture and you can’t but feel guilty. You have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t be thinking about Bakugou kissing you in the slightest bit.

You mentally slap yourself and tell yourself to get yourself together.

You and Bakugou begin to head back to the dorms.

Once you get back, he walks you to your room.

“Hey, Y/N” he starts,“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did in that photo booth. I just-ugh-you make me go crazy. I can’t hide what I’m feeling anymore. I like you, Y/N. I like you so much that I was willing to kiss you knowing you’re happy and in a relationship and it was stupid, but I just...had to do something. I’m really sorry and it’ll never happen again.”

You were surprised that he admitted it and even more shocked that he felt guilty. He usually never regrets anything, but to hear him say that was really big of him and you were proud of him for admitting that what he did was wrong.

“Bakugou, honestly,” you start,“I’m glad you finally told me. I’ve known for a while. You hide your feelings well, but not from me.”

“W-why didn’t you say anything then,” he asks surprised

“Because I wanted you to tell me. On your own time. On your own terms. You always hide yourself, Katsuki. I’m so unbelievably proud of you right now, but also sad”

“Why-Why are you sad,” he asks grabbing your hand

“Because I think maybe we need some time apart. In that photo booth...I wanted it to happen,” you finally admit,“but I also have a boyfriend and that wouldn’t have been right to him or to you. I can’t take advantage of you Katsuki and I’m not gonna break my boyfriend’s trust. I just need to figure out these feelings and talk with him as well. I’m still your friend, but I think maybe we could use some distance,” you say, tears streaming down your face.

It’s silent for a while

“Okay,” Bakugou finally says,“if this is how it has to be, then fine. I’ll give you your space and I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“That’s...really mature of you,Katsuki. Thank you for that”

“I’m gonna go to my room now and I completely understand if you don’t want your set of pictures, I’ll take the-”

“I want them, Katsuki. All of them,” you say adamently

He heads off to his room and once he gets there, he punches a wall. He closes his black out curtain, lays down and starts to cry.

‘I’m so stupid,’ he thought to himself

‘How could I do that,’ he thinks again

These thoughts running through his head until he falls asleep.

Back with you

You enter your room and lay on your bed, on your stomach.

You stare at the pictures you and Bakugou took together and can’t help but notice how he was looking at you.

You start to cry because you know he’s probably kicking himself right now. He probably felt like this was all his fault, but you have felt some type of feelings for him for a little while and they were further confirmed today.

This was eating you alive and although you feel like crap, you know for right now, it’s for the best.

You decide to text your boyfriend

‘We need to talk’

Today, Class 1A is going on a trip to a hot springs spa and hotel. You’re a little nervous, but nervous excited. The kind where you get butterflies in your stomach.

When you get on the bus, you search for Kirishima and find him in the sea of classmates due to his bright red hair.

He was talking with Kaminari and Bakugou, so you called out his name to get his attention.

He looks around to see where it came from and his eyes finally land on you. He smiles and waves you over, so that you could sit next to him.

“Hey guys,” you say smiling

“Thanks for saving me a seat Kiri”

“Of course! You are my best friend after all and I wouldn’t wanna spend this bus ride with anyone else,” he says

“What about Bakugou” you ask, eyebrow raised and smirking

“That’s completely different,” he says, slightly nervous

The bus takes off and you take out a book you started reading a couples days ago to try and keep yourself up on the long ride.

It’s about 45 minutes into the ride and you look over at Kirishima to see what he’s up to and he’s fast asleep. You watch as his chest rises and falls slowly, his mouth slightly open and small snores escaping.

You smile and think he looks adorable.

You decide to take a nap as well since there’s an hour left of the ride.

Once the bus stops, you wake up and notice that you ended up on Kirishima’s shoulder with his head rested on top of yours.

You nudge him softly to wake him up.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” you say smiling up at him

He lets out a small laugh

“Morning” he says smiling back

Aizawa stands up in the front of the bus with All Might

“Although, this is a trip away from school, you will still be tested on your abilities,” Aizawa says,“With that being said, you will be allowed to explore the spa and hotel facilities and do with your time whatever it is that you do. I have your room assignments and All Might and I will read them out to you. Once handed your room key, you will be able to head inside with your group. As okay it is for you all to have fun, make sure you get some rest tonight.”

They read out the room assignments and you get up to meet Mina, Momo and Uraraka outside

“After you get settled, let me know when you’re finished and we’ll meet outside your room,” Kirishima says with a smile

“What do you have planned,” you ask curious with an eyebrow raised

“Don’t worry about it, just know that you’re gonna have fun” he says reassuring you

You and Kiri head your separate ways and you hurry to unpack because you’re too excited and curious to see what Kirishima had up his sleeve. Any time he had a something spontaneous planned, you had the best time.

“What’re you such in a hurry for,” Mina asks prying

“N-nothing” you say nervous

“Aww, c’mon y/n, don’t be like that,” Mina says with a pout

“If you must know-” you’re cut off when you hear a knock at the door

You go to answer it and Kirishima is standing right there

“Ooooooh, I see why you were so excited now,” Mina says teasing

“Mina, stop it. That’s very immature. If she wants to be excited about hanging out with Kirishima then let her,” Momo says

“Yeah! Maybe he has something fun planned,” Uraraka says

“Jeez guys, you could just let me have a little fun,” Mina says, fake sad

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait,” Kirishima says, laughter filling his voice

“Sh-shut up. Let’s just go,��� you say somewhat embarrassed

You both leave and you close the door behind you.

“He so likes her. I wish he would just tell her already,” Mina says

“Because she has a boyfriend, Mina. Kirishima doesn’t seem like the type to disrespect someone’s relationship,” Momo says

“That’s true,” Mina says somewhat sad

“Since we’re in here and don’t really have any plans, why don’t we go to the baths,” Mina asks

“Maybe we should wait for y/n,” Uraraka says,“I’m sure she would enjoy it as well and it would be kinda mean if we went without her.”

“True...how about we play a game! Momo could you make some notebooks for us,” Mina asks excited

“Sure, but what are we playing,” momo asks confused

“The alphabet game! We write different categories in different columns and the rows are for how many rounds we play and the person with the most points at the end wins. This is how I used to play it with my friends when we were younger”

“Sounds fun!” Uraraka says with a smile

With you and Kirishima

You and him walk to the lobby and once there he goes behind you to cover your eyes.

“What are you doing,” you ask with a giggle and slightly nervous

“Just trust me...you’re gonna love it. Well at least I hope you are,” he says nervously

You both walk for a few moments until he finally stops.

When he uncovers your eyes, in front of you is a shopping are built like a small town market and there are small stores all around.

He looks at you as your eyes light up and you smile from ear to ear with excitement.

“Kiri!! This is so cute!! How did you know about this,” you ask

“I looked this place up online and looked at some of their main attractions. One of the recommended places was this market place. They said these gusts really enjoy it and I thought it might be something you would like to see,” he says honestly

He knew you loved the little things and experiencing things like this.

“This is amazing” you say

“Well, let’s go check it out,” he says, grabbing hold of your hand

He did it without a second thought, but you didn’t mind it. You figured he was just excited to walk around with you and have fun today.

As you’re walking around, you notice Kirishima is quiet and he has let go of your hand.

“What’s on your mind,” you ask, pulling him out of his thoughts

“Oh, nothing. Um, how are you and your boyfriend doing? You haven’t spoken of him in a while,” he asks

“Honestly...we haven’t really been speaking. Not because of anything bad, but he just seems really disinterested in having a conversation. He gives one word answers or just doesn’t text back until hours later. I feel like maybe he’s bored and just wants to break up or maybe we’ve grown apart. Every time I try to talk to him, his mind is somewhere else and I just wish I knew what it was. Him and I started off as best friends, ya know. We would tell each other everything and now it’s like we’re strangers,” you say, hating to admit it

Kiri looks down and lets out a soft sigh.

“If you want my opinion...I think you should see him when we get back. Talk things out and I’m sure once he sees you, he’ll remember why loves you in the first place. You’re an amazing and beautiful person and any guy would be the luckiest to have you,” he says

“Kiri...how do you always know what to say,” you ask

“I wouldn’t say that, but I just know you and I know once things are out in the open, you’ll be happier and things will work out in the end,” he says smiling

“Sorry Kiri” you say with a sad smile

“What for,” he asks confused

“For making this time together so...sad,” you say with a laugh,“you brought me here to hang out and I just brought it down. I’m so-“

He puts a hand up

“Stop apologizing,” he says smiling,“I love spending time with you no matter what”

“Thanks Kiri...c’mon let’s go get some snacks, I’m craving something sweet and YOU’RE buying,” you say with a laugh

“Sure,” he says, letting out a laugh as well

After some time looking around and get something to eat, Kiri takes you back to your room where the girls at actually getting ready to head to the baths.

You and Kirishima stop in front of your door.

“I hope you had fun today and I hope everything goes okay with your boyfriend,” he says

“I had an amazing day and it’s cause I have such a great friend like you. Thanks,” you say and then kiss him on the cheek

When you open the door to your room, you see the girls acting “natural”, but you just know they were eavesdropping.

“Oh! Hey, you’re back. Wanna head to the baths with us? We heard they’re amazing,” Mina says, doing a horrible job at acting

“Sure, just let me get changed,” you say smiling

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there for you

edogawa ranpo x f!reader

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: hurt/comfort

type of work: one-shot

synopsis: he’s had a bad day, and honestly? at the end of the day, he just wants to be held by you

author’s note: i finished reading bsd volume 14 (ch. 55-58) a couple days ago and im sad so i wrote this bc i want to give one of my babies some love bc he needs and deserves it

but no worries! this is spoiler free! it’s not related to the chapters at all

Your boyfriend is an egotistical man who can be rude, selfish, and unconcerned in most situations.

But it didn’t mean he didn’t care.

Ranpo loves his job, even if he complained that there were no interesting cases to get involved in or that he was too lazy to work.

He loves his friends, his family, even if he’s not the best at communicating with them or if he doesn’t tell them out right.

The development of the agency gave him a father figure, a loving and beautiful girlfriend, people he could call his siblings, people who looked up to him and trusted him with all of their being.

And that’s exactly the reason why he currently feels like absolute shit.

A couple months prior, the agency busted a group for drug and human trafficking.

Turns out, there were retired colleagues who witnessed the bust down. They watched their juniors fall into custody at the mercy of the agency.

The sudden attack caught the ADA completely off guard.

Not even Dazai saw it coming.

Currently, you were at home after the attack resting on the couch wrapped in a blanket and with a cup of warm tea in your hands.

It was way past dinner, and you were just waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

Ranpo wasn’t present when the attack had initially happened, but you and the rest of the agency met up with him at the hospital.

During the attack, the group had used a dangerous gas they had made along with machine guns.

Fortunately, you and a lot of the other staff and detectives only escaped with a couple of grazes and a nasty headache as you were all towards the back of the room and able to cover your noses and mouths quickly at the sight of the gas.

But Atsushi, Kyouka, and Dazai weren’t so lucky.

The three got the worst of the attack as they were the closest to the door and breathed in the most gas.

From the intel you all had learned later, the gas that was used in the attacks makes you dizzy, nauseous and causes immense body pain, attacking your inner organs. 

They were unable to defend themselves properly; their bodies shut down almost immediately with the amount of gas that was now in their system.

Not to mention, their wounds from the bullets.

Fortunately, their wounds being fatal, Yosano was able to heal them, and even the effects from the gas were gone.

Except for Dazai.

Thou Shalt Not Die would have no affect on him for No Longer Human would only nullify it.

Dazai was rushed to hospital and put into emergency surgery; and a couple hours later, was put in the ICU where he still is now.

You take a peak at the clock on the wall.

10:37

It’s been hours since Dazai was put into the ICU, and hours since you left the hospital with your boyfriend’s encouragement and boss’s order.

You frown for you haven’t been informed of any updates regarding your hospitalized friend and that your lover hasn’t arrived yet.

It was unusual behavior for him as he never stayed longer than absolutely necessary—similar to Dazai—because as a clerk, you never had to stay for long hours like the front line agents.

It was even weirder now seeing as you—along with the other clerks—were dismissed from work early by Fukuzawa.

You pick up your phone to call Ranpo but you hear the door unlock and you immediately get up from the couch to meet your lover.

The moment he’s in your field of vision, you refrain from letting out a gasp.

Tired eyes was not a sight you would’ve ever pictured on your boyfriend.

Earlier, you were informed by two of your younger juniors—Atsushi and Tanizaki—that shortly after you and the other clerks had left the hospital, they’ve been on the hunt for the antidote to help treat Dazai.

Last you heard, it wasn’t going so well.

They couldn’t interrogate the group that had attacked as they had committed suicide in police custody via cyanide pills and all the other leads led to dead ends.

Even your boyfriend drew blanks.

It was obvious to you that he was frustrated with himself and the whole situation.

It was evident on the look of your boyfriend’s face; he felt defeated.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this shut down since Shachou was under the virus ability.

Your boyfriend locks the door, turns back to you and you walk over to him slowly, taking his hands and placing it on your cheeks, effectively holding it there.

With no words exchanged between the two of you, he rubs his thumbs across your cheeks with an uncharacteristic amount of gentleness.

With you still holding your hands against your face, he whisper softly to him, “How’s Dazai?”

He sighs before removing his hands from your grasp and instead pulls your head towards his chest, leaving it there.

“Still unconscious.”

You hum in acknowledgment, and you pull away from him, opting to intertwine both his hands with yours.

“I feel like shit.”

“You shouldn’t.”

You look up at his bright emerald green eyes, and he stares right into your bright (e/c) ones.

It’s not often his friends see the childish male with his eyes wide open, but in intimate moments like these—even the small ones—he has always had his eyes open.

With frustration in his voice he sighs, “I should’ve seen that coming. It was so fucking obvious.”

You gently rub your thumbs over the top of his palms and you softly try to comfort your boyfriend.

“There’s nothing we can do about it now; it’s already happened.”

He squeezes your hands tightly, as if you’re about to disappear right in front of him.

“You got hurt, and so did everyone else.”

You slip out one hand to caress his cheek, soothingly you whisper to him, “I’m okay, I’m right here. I’m still here with you.”

The twenty-six year old leans into your touch closing his eyes trying to calm himself down.

“The others are okay too, we didn’t get hurt too badly. Dazai will be okay too.”

Slightly scowling, frustration seeps back into his voice.

“I couldn’t even find the damn antidote.”

Knowing words wouldn’t be any help to your detective boyfriend, you lean in and the both of you share a soft kiss.

You pull away, and look at each other before Ranpo leans in and captures your lips once more.

This time, the kiss is more desperate, yet gentle; the stress of the day’s events evident, but he also kisses you as if you’d break at his touch, as if you’re about to fade away from him.

After a few minutes, you and Ranpo break away and the two of you let out short heavy breaths and you realize your hands are entangled in his hair and his hands cupped around your face.

You lean into his touch and you stare into his green orbs; his eyes still swimming with stress.

Once again rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, he whispers to you so softly, you almost miss it.

“I think I just need a hug.”

Without hesitation, you stand on your tiptoes, reach up and engulf your boyfriend in a tight hug; your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms naturally finding themselves around your back.

You kiss your boyfriend’s shoulder and the two of slowly sway side to side; both of you glad to be in the other’s presence and glad to be able to share this intimate moment.

With his face buried into your shoulder, he closes his eyes and breathes in your scent only for him to realize you’re wearing one of his shirts.

He smiles ever so slightly and quickly pecks your exposed neck.

The master detective relishes in your warmth and melts at your touch.

He doesn’t think, no, he knows he can’t feel more at home with anyone or anywhere else.

You’re the person he can break down all his walls for, the person he’d fight for, the person he would love for all of eternity.

For every moment, big or little, happy or sad you’re right there with him.

You’re more than just his girlfriend; you’re his support system, his life, his home; much more than he’d consider the ADA to be.

He knows he might not deserve you; he can be an ass, he knows that, but he’ll never let you go; he’ll never let anything take you away.

He holds you tighter against him and presses a kiss to your shoulder before letting out a faint whisper.

“I cherish you above anything else in my life. I love you.”

“I will always be there for you, Ranpo. I love you too.”

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[storiesforallfandoms]

project partner ~ jesse pinkman;breaking bad

word count: 1958

request?: no

description: when he’s paired up with the outcast in school on a school project, jesse comes to learn a secret about her

pairing: jesse pinkman x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Jesse jumped as Mr. White slammed his textbook down onto Jesse’s desk. A hushed snicker trailed through the room as Jesse sleepily raised his head.

“Good morning Mr. Pinkman, did you have a nice rest?” Mr. White asked.

“I did until you woke me,” Jesse muttered.

Mr. White rolled his eyes and passed Jesse a sheet of paper. “You have a group project due next week. I’ve paired you up with Miss. (Y/L/N).”

Jesse looked over his shoulder at the girl sat by herself in the back of the room. Her eyes widened at the mention of her name, as if she too hadn’t been paying attention to what was happening.

The bell rang to dismiss the class. Everyone filed out immediately except for Jesse and (Y/N). He approached (Y/N) as she started putting her things away.

“So,” he started, “wanna meet up and start this project after school?”

“Yeah that’s be nice actually. I’d like to be ahead on the work.”

“Sounds like a plan. We’ll go to your place after school?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened again and all color drained from her face. “Why-why my place?”

Jesse shrugged. “My ‘rents kinda suck. They probably won’t leave us alone if we do go there.”

(Y/N) shuffled awkwardly. “We could...we could do it at the school, like in the library or something.”

“Listen, if your ‘rents suck, too, that’s fine. We don’t have to go to your place. I just know personally that it’ll be so much better than going to mine.”

(Y/N) sighed and shrugged. “No, it’s alright. My parents...won’t be home, so my place would be the best to do the project. We can meet in front of the school and I’ll drive us to my place.”

“That’d be pretty dope. I hate the bus.”

(Y/N) gave Jesse a small smile before hurrying out of the classroom to her next class.

~~~~~~

When school ended, Jesse did as he promised and waited for (Y/N) to meet him. He checked his phone to see how long he had been waiting. He wondered if (Y/N) was standing him up.

When she emerged from the school, (Y/N) looked at Jesse waiting and sighed. There was no backing out of this now.

“Let’s get going,” she told him as she walked past him. Jesse had to quickly walk to catch up with her.

The drive was quiet. Jesse wasn’t sure what to even say to (Y/N). Once, (Y/N) was a semi-popular girl. Everyone knew and liked her. That was, until she took some time away from school, then when she came back she was suddenly an outcast, but not because her friends made her one, because she made herself one.

Her friends had asked her on multiple occasions to go out with them to catch up after her time off, invited her to parties, even asked her to just sit with them in the cafeteria at lunch, but (Y/N) turned all the offers down. She kept to herself and didn’t talk to anyone. No one even saw her outside of school, she’d just come in, go through school, and leave at the end of the day.

Jesse snuck a quick peak at her, wondering what had happened when she left, and wondered if he’d find out while working on her project.

They pulled into the driveway of a small looking house, the exact opposite of what Jesse knew to be her house.

“Uh...are we picking someone up or something?” he asked as (Y/N) turned off the car.

“No,” she responded. “This is where I live now.”

“What happened to that mansion your parents owned.”

(Y/N) winced at the question, but hoped Jesse hadn’t noticed. “They wanted to downsize. Something small and quaint or whatever. Closer together.”

She got out of the car and went around to a side door, unlocking it and letting herself and Jesse in. Jesse was shocked to see that she had let them into a basement apartment. This was the last place he expected to see (Y/N) standing in, especially with how much her family was worth.

“I’ll grab my laptop, we can get started on the project,” she told him and quickly left to her room.

Jesse sat at the kitchen table, wondering what had happened with (Y/N). Did her parents lose their money? Were her parents still alive? They had to be, why would she not tell anyone if her parents had died? It would be the news of the school if they had. Losing all their money, that would be another story.

When (Y/N) returned, they started working silently, besides asking a few questions related to the assignment. Jesse tried to think of questions to ask (Y/N) regarding her situation, but he was afraid of seeming like he was prying, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do.

Luckily (for Jesse anyways), he didn’t have to ask anything, as all his questions were answered when there was a knock at the door and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. She looked at the door, as if wishing for the person to go away, but her wishes were denied when another knock came.

“You gonna get that?” Jesse asked.

(Y/N) sighed and stood from the table. Jesse couldn’t help but crane his neck to watch her open the door. And older looking woman stood there with a child that was no more than a few months old in her arms.

“I asked you to keep him for an extra hour!” (Y/N) whispered, however was still loud enough for Jesse to hear.

“And I told you I was unable to do so,” the woman responded. “I’m sorry you didn’t receive my message, but I have plans.”

(Y/N) sighed heavily and took the child from the woman. She took some cash from her pocket and gave it to the woman before nearly slamming the door in the woman’s face. Jesse quickly returned to the assignment, pretending he didn’t see anything that had happened.

(Y/N) took the playpen in the living room and placed it in the kitchen before placing the child into the playpen.

Jesse smiled at the baby, although he was too busy biting on a teddy bear to notice. “Who’s this little guy?”

(Y/N) looked over at the baby with a slight smile on her face as well. “That’s Jacob.”

“Your little brother?”

(Y/N)’s smile faltered a little as she realized there was no getting around it now. “No actually. He’s uh...he’s my son.”

Jesse looked up at (Y/N) in shock. She was looking down at her notes in front of her, trying not to make eye contact.

“Is that why...you were out of school for so long?” Jesse asked. “Cause...cause you were pregnant?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah. My parents pulled me out when I found out I was pregnant. They didn’t want anyone to know that their precious child wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was.”

“Then why...” Jesse trailed off. He wasn’t sure which he wanted to ask first, he had so many questions.

“Why do I live here?” (Y/N) offered for him. Jesse nodded, although that wasn’t what he had been wanting to ask. “My parents kicked me out. Gave me enough money that I could live somewhere comfortably for a while before having to get a job. Basically told me to never contact them again, that I was no longer their child.”

(Y/N) tried not to let the hurt show in her face, but it was hard not to when thinking back to the day her parents kicked her out. They had been so angry, she had never seen them so angry before. They had packed her things for her, at least the things she had bought on her own. They told her they were keeping anything they had bought for her, which was over half of her belongings, and gave her a check for a couple thousand dollars so that she could find somewhere else to live.

They didn’t want to see her anymore, and they didn’t want to meet their grandchild.

“Who’s the father?” Jesse asked.

“Liam Johnson,” (Y/N) replied. “The quarterback of the football team.”

Jesse felt his blood boil then. Of course, everyone knew Liam Johnson and (Y/N) were an item, but shortly after her disappearance from school he began saying they had broken up. He claimed he didn’t know anything about where she had gone, other than they weren’t together anymore, then proceeded to sleep with nearly every girl in the school.

It was one thing that he had “moved on” so quickly after claiming for so long that he was in love with (Y/N), but to leave her because she was pregnant with his kid and proceed to sleep with other girls? That was lower than low.

“I didn’t want anyone else to know,” (Y/N) continued to explain. “I didn’t want anyone to know that my parents had kicked me out, that Liam had left me, that I had basically gone from having it all to having absolutely nothing, because I chose to have my beautiful baby boy the superficiality of the rich and popular lifestyle.”

“You don’t think your friends would’ve stuck by you if they knew the truth?” Jesse asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “Of course they wouldn’t. They weren’t real friends, they just hung around with me because we all ran with the same friend group, and because I was dating Liam, and because my parents had a giant mansion and they were never home so I could throw parties. What do I have now? Liam’s baby, that’s it. Not like it means anything because he keeps denying he ever knocked me up.”

“I mean, some of them maybe, but it seems like at least a few of them were your real friends. I’m sure they would’ve stuck by your side, even helped you raise Jacob and given you a place to stay so that you don’t have to worry about making ends meet.”

(Y/N) shook her head. She looked deep in thought for a moment before he head snapped up to look at Jesse. “You cannot tell anyone about this, okay? You have to promise me you’ll tell no one at school about Jacob, about this whole situation.”

Jesse put his hands up in surrender. “I wouldn’t tell a soul anyways. This isn’t my thing to tell people. Besides, I don’t think anyone would believe me if I did tell them. I’m just the burnout stoner, remember?”

“You’re not a burnout stoner, you’re pretty cool actually.”

Jesse smiled. “You’re really cool, too. I think you’re even more cool knowing the truth about your situation.”

(Y/N)’s cheeks heated up slightly as she looked away from Jesse. “Just finish the project, we were so close to getting it all finished.”

They completed the project in silence. When it was all done, Jesse collected his things and opted to walk home, so that (Y/N) didn’t have to wake a sleeping Jacob, who had fallen asleep while they were working.

“You know,” (Y/N) said as she walked Jesse to the door, “you’re free to come back whenever you want...if you want, I mean. You’re the first friend I’ve had since I got pregnant.”

Jesse smiled at her. “I’d love to hang out with you, and with Jacob. And I promise, your secret is safe with me.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Jesse. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jesse smiled back at her before finally turning to leave.

[koalataeil]

Intertwined (Poly!DoyoungxKun xHaechanxJungwoo)

pairing: kun x doyoung x jungwoo x haechan x reader (gender neutral)

words: 1.9k

genre: pure fluff, established relationship, poly!au

request: poly!nct (kun, doyoung, jungwoo, haechan, reader) fluff

summary: doyoung isn’t really one for couple’s/partner’s items, but he treats his significant others to one that will work for them.

A/N: this was such a challenge to write because this is such a different group of members. it was super fun and i hope you all enjoy

You could hear the boys loudly talking as they walked down the hallway before they entered your shared apartment. You couldn’t help but grin as you tried to hear what they were talking about while you keep your eyes on the tv playing a new show you’d just gotten into. Once the door opened, their voices were significantly louder, continuing their debate.

“Y/N!” Jungwoo called, running to your spot once he got his shoes off. He tackled you in a tight hug, pushing you onto your side. “I missed you,” he’d comment, kissing the side of your head.

“We missed you too,” Haechan pouted, trying to get involved in the cuddling mess before him.

“Give Y/N some room you two,” Kun commanded from across the room, fixing their shoes and picking up their thrown jackets and bags.

“It’s okay Kun,” you replied, your heart full from seeing your boyfriends for the first time in a couple days. They’d been busy with some meetings to discuss comeback plans and the possibility of a new subunit debuting soon. “Where’s Doyoung?”

“He had to go pick up something quick. He said he’ll be home soon,” Kun replied, finally feeling content with how the entryway looked. He made his way over to you three on the couch, his smile ever-present as he finally took you in. Haechan had finally made Jungwoo move so he could join you at your other side. Both boys did their best to pull you closer to them, each resting their heads on your shoulders.

“He went by himself?” you asked softly, looking towards Kun, who took a seat across from you.

Jungwoo nodded, “he said it was a secret so we couldn’t go with him.” His voice was quiet as he snuggled into the crook of your neck.

“Did you eat yet, Y/N?” Haechan asked, his finger drawing lazy shapes on your thigh.

“Yeah, I got some pizza earlier.” Jungwoo immediately moved his head away from you and pouted. You smiled, “There’s some leftovers in the fridge for you Jungwoo.”

He grinned and rushed to the kitchen to grab a couple of slices. Kun took the chance to kiss your forehead while Jungwoo was distracted. He also ruffled Haechan’s hair, earning a light slap to the wrist from the youngest. You giggled softly as you pet Haechan’s hair, trying to fix it for him. “You’re so cute, Channie,” Kun cooed.

“Y/N, tell Kun to leave me alone,” he mumbled beside you. You just smiled in response, holding one of Kun’s hands in your own.

“Don’t cuddle without me!” Jungwoo yelled, returning from the kitchen, a small piece of sauce still in the corner of his mouth. He jumped onto the couch and returned to his spot beside you.

“You have something on your face,” Kun mentioned, leaning over to clean it off with his hand. Jungwoo instead pulled Kun further, their faces inches from each other. Kun got the hint, licking off the sauce from his lip.

They smiled at each other, “Thank you, Kun.”

“Get a room,” Haechan groaned, making the rest of you laugh.

“Are you jealous, Haechan?” Jungwoo questioned.

“Y/N, make them stop,” he whined from beside you. Before you could say anything, Kun had moved in front of Haechan, his hand cupping the younger’s chin and pulling him in for a short, soft kiss. Haechan seemed shocked after Kun pulled away, becoming silent as his face started turning red.

You glanced up at Kun expectedly, waiting for your turn. Kun just grinned in response, mirroring his previous actions with Haechan now with you. This kiss lasted a lot longer than the one between Haechan and Kun, but it remained soft and innocent and full of love. Kun smiled shyly at you as he pulled away. You smiled back in return before he moved to the couch across from you once again. A light conversation about your days started as you waited for your last boyfriend to return home.

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“I’m home,” Doyoung sang as he closed the front door behind him, kicking his shoes off. Three bags hung from his arms, two filled with food and one with his surprise. The surprise that had caused his chest to tighten for most of the day and only just got worse as he walked home from the store.

“Doyoung!” Jungwoo yelled, removing himself from his spot beside you to run-up to the older man like an excited puppy. He reached to grab the bags in his arms, only for them to be pulled away from him.

“I still have a surprise. I don’t want you to ruin it,” Doyoung explained once he saw Jungwoo’s small pout. Jungwoo nodded, trudging back to his spot on the couch. Doyoung followed after setting the non-food bag on the table near the door. “I brought some snacks and drinks.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you started as he handed you a bottle of your favorite soda.

“But I wanted to,” he continued, passing the other men their respective drinks and snacks.

“Is this your surprise?” Kun questioned, opening his can.

“If this was my surprise, don’t you think I would’ve let you guys come with me?” Doyoung responded with a small smirk. “I’ll go grab the real surprise,” he said, setting his drink on the coffee table.

Once he returned with the bag, he instructed you all to sit on the couch. Kun sat next to Jungwoo while Haechan and Jungwoo sat up more. “Okay, close your eyes. No peaking.”

Doyoung grabbed one box from the bag and quickly opened it, hooking the chain around his neck. His smile was ever-present as he adjusted the necklace. “Hold your hands out please. Do not open your eyes until I say so.” You all nodded at him, each of your patience running out as time moved on. He placed one small box into each of your open palms, noticing how his hands shook from anxiety awaiting your reactions.

“I think I know what this is,” Haechan teased, feeling the box with one of his hands.

“Haechan, I will take your back.” Doyoung replied, just as teasingly but featuring a hint of truth. Haechan stopped, moving both his hands to hold the box like he was initially instructed. “Okay, you can all open your eyes and open your gift.”

Doyoung’s breath hitched in his chest as he observed each of your reactions. You all opened the box at the same time, in sync with each other from years of being together. You gasped as you took in the piece of jewelry, right hand moving to cover your gaping mouth. “Doyoung...” You let slip out quietly. Your other boyfriends had smiles on their faces as they also processed their matching gifts.

“Do you like it?” You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. Your right hand moved from your mouth to take the necklace out of its safe box. The necklace had five rings intertwined with each other, each ring alternating between black and white.

“Doyoung, this is so sweet,” Kun spoke first, his eyes sparkling with love.

“How did you get these?” Jungwoo moved to clasp the chain around his own neck after seeing the chain dangling from Doyoung’s own neck.

“I know a guy,” he answered nonchalantly, a giant grin plastered on his face. Kun and Haechan had started clasping their respective chains on their own necks. “Do you want help, Y/N?” Doyoung asked softly, his eyes filled with worry as he watched you nearly freezing up while staring at the rings. You were taken out of your daydream from his voice, only responding with a small nod.

He came up behind the couch, taking the necklace from your hands gently to clasp it around your neck for you. You couldn’t help but lightly touch the rings as they rested below your collarbones. Once it was secured, he leaned down a placed a couple of soft kisses on your head. Haechan and Jungwoo whined at the affection, causing Doyoung to chuckle and place kisses on both of their heads as well.

“I thought you didn’t like couple items,” you finally stated, waiting for Doyoung to return to his spot in front of you all.

He sat on the coffee table, resting his elbows and forearms on his thighs and leaning forward, “I usually don’t. It’s risky to have couple items and getting caught by fans or paparazzi wearing them. But I saw a couple with a similar necklace and I really liked it. It’s very subtle and can be hidden under our shirts or jackets so it’s a little safer. I searched for a place that would custom make us versions with five rings instead of two. It took a while, but they finally finished them today.”

“Aw, Doyoung is a sappy romantic,” Haechan teased, getting up and hugging Doyoung tightly. You giggled along with Jungwoo and Kun, all three of you joining the hug. While you rarely did group hugs like this, the love in the air was palpable.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled, slowly starting to part from the group because of the radiating heat of your boyfriends being so close.

“We love you too,” Kun replied, also pulling away. After a few more seconds, the hug was over, Doyoung finally being free of Haechan’s tight grip.

“And just because it’s subtle doesn’t mean you don’t still need to be careful,” Doyoung started, looking between Jungwoo, Haechan, and Kun. “Remember to keep it hidden when you can. We don’t want to deal with another lecture from staff do we?” He asked rhetorically. The three boys nodded almost automatically.

“I think we can handle it,” Jungwoo commented confidently. Doyoung nearly shot him a glare but stopped himself.

“Better safe than sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m glad you liked them,” his smile returning once again.

“Thank you, Doyoungie,” you started, the rest of the boys following suit with their own thankful messages.

Just as you felt Jungwoo start leaning into you, his first sign of cuddling, you removed yourself from the couch. You could nearly feel Jungwoo’s pout and puppy-like eyes following your every move, but you kept going. Reaching for Kun and Doyoung’s hands, you led them to the other couch across from the one you were just on. You decided to sit on Doyoung’s lap while resting your legs across Kun’s and hugging Doyoung’s waist to keep yourself steady.

“Hey, why are you cuddling with them?” Haechan asked, his arms crossed like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Hyuk, I just cuddled with you and Jungwoo since you came home. I think it’s their turn now, don’t you?” You watched as both Jungwoo and Haechan shake their heads and pout before they decided to cuddle together instead. You thought they may be trying to make you jealous. Still, you were never jealous that easily, especially after being in this polyamorous relationship for so long. You returned your attention to your two oldest boyfriends, one hand playing with Doyoung’s hair and the other holding onto one of Kun’s.

All of your boyfriends sparked another conversation with each other, returning the living room to its normal, chaotic state. However, all you could think about was the necklace resting on your chest, the love it symbolized, and the comfort of being able to cuddle with each of them.