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obeymeluv · 4 years ago

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“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)

Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.

Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!

No Luke. Luke is baby.

I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.

Lucifer

He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do

Proud boyfriend is proud

Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks

Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six

Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)

He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Lucifer.exe is broken

That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?

Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.

His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes

Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.

Mammon

He’s just happy he passed.

Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.

Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!

He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!

If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood

It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).

You both shout your good news at the same time.

His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?

Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!

Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!

“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.

No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.

It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!

Levi

If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.

Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!

HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?

He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.

Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.

Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”

You get The Noise

How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!

He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail

He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’

Satan

He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in

The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.

Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book

Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads

Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in

His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker

You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time

Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink

Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request

When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’

Naked butler happily provides his services

Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him

Asmo

The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience

His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him

Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous

You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive

Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking

“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”

You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’

Beel

Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food

Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!

He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways

Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.

Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.

The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team

Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him

He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!

You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!

But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!

You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds

Belphie

Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.

With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!

Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!

If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon

Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)

You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets

Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away

But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.

It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester

Diavolo

He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows

It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to

Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period

He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea

You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you

The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table

Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him

You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.

Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.

Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.

If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head.

Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.

Barbatos

It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.

He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in

All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay?

Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)

I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.

It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.

Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.

He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck

Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert

If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart

When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly

You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.

You do it.

You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.

“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”

He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.

You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions

You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.

“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.

Solomon

It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity

He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others

Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.

Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing

He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly

You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy

He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.

He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.

Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.

“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.

He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.

He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.

Simeon

Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom

That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right

He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.

He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more

You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on

Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand.

Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?

He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!

So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend

“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”

He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts

“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”

Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are.

Hope you liked it :)

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sundaysundaes · 4 years ago

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Before Our Story Began

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 7.4k | College AU Summary: The popular new kid at your campus has this habit of raising his eyebrows when he flirts and you just realized that maybe you have a kink for it.

It has the same setting as my previous Mark Lee X Reader’s stories (Our First Time and Drunk Antics) but if you’re not into Mark (I’m not judging but what is wrong with you) you can just skip those two because this story can be read separately.

Before dating the socially-awkward, yet utterly adorable Mark Lee, you have had your fair share of relationships that are now reduced into the form of awkward friendships. Your last boyfriend was Lee Donghyuck—who also publicly known as Haechan—and that fact does not sit well with Mark, because well, they were the best of friends. They still are, but it feels like they’re walking on thin ice whenever you’re in the picture so you try your best to stay away from your ex just to make sure everything is all right with the three of you.

Which is quite weird, knowing how close you were with Haechan before.

It was weird in the beginning, but fate really did play a major role in your relationship. You were in your second year of college and you’d managed to pull yourself together by that time, though you hadn’t really made any real friends yet. You weren’t aware of Mark’s existence either at that point, though he probably had with him being your long-time secret admirer after all. You were too busy trying to adapt to the new college and dormitory life, as well as trying to keep your grades up, that you could barely spend some time socializing with people. Project partners and study buddies were really as far as you could go with the term of friendship during your first year.

Your relationship didn’t exactly start as friends with Lee Donghyuck. Even though he had made tons of friends since his orientation days in college, you were certainly not one of them. You didn’t even know he existed in your world, and neither did he. Younger than both you and Mark, Haechan shone like the sun almost in every aspect of his life and unlike you, people had surely noticed that because he was academically smart, physically good-looking, very social and adventurously funny. It didn’t take long before he became popular at your campus. So popular, in fact, that you heard chatters of his name when you walked down the campus’ hallway with your textbooks in your arms. You had only known his name but not his face, so you didn’t really feel nervous or overly excited like any other girls would’ve probably had when you accidentally sat next to him during public speaking class and saw that he had a silly note stuck on his back, pressed against his black hoodie.

“Hey,” you called, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough so the people around you wouldn’t notice. “You’ve got something on your back.”

The boy was young, and he had the smoothest golden skin you’d ever seen on a boy. You would probably kill to have his perfect sun-kissed skin. He had slightly chubby cheeks and a mop of dark brown hair with bangs falling over his eyes. He was slouching forward in his seat with his arms draped over his table, staring lifelessly at the board. His lower lip was jutting out in boredom and slight annoyance, reminding you of a five-year-old boy missing his favorite cartoon. He threw a glance to the side, looking at you with big, chocolate brown eyes, and his eyebrows raised in question.

“What?” He asked and you pointed to the back of his hoodie with your pen.

“I won’t judge if it’s the kind of thing you’re into,” you said, “but I don’t think placing a note behind your back with the words Spank Me, Mama, written on it is the best way to actually, you know, get it.”

He blushed and he blushed so hard that it made you think huh, he’s kinda cute, but you buried the thought right away. You had promised yourself to focus better that year. Falling head over heels for a fellow student on the first day of your new term was not the right way to do it.

“Right, thanks.” He struggled with the note, reaching behind his back as if his skin was on fire. You were about to help when he finally snatched the paper and read the words under his breath, eyes widening in shock.

“I assume that’s not your handwriting?” You were amused but tried your best not to tease him so much.

He did this pout that actually kind of fit his face, probably because he still had that baby face going on. Most of the guys you knew would look immensely disgusting if they pulled that kind of pout. Take your brother, Johnny, for example. Even the thought of him doing that already made you feel like punching your fist against a wall.

“I would weep myself to sleep if my handwriting was this bad,” he grumbled and you smiled secretly to yourself. He turned to you, an awkward grin painting his face. “Sorry, my friends are assholes. Do you happen to know a swamp nearby where I can dump dead bodies without being found out?”

You nod. “I know a place but it’s no longer free, though. They charge you, like, ten thousand won per body. Which is why I’m broke.”

His timid grin grew into a bright smile, probably feeling quite elated that somebody shared the same type of dumb humor as him. “I’m Lee Donghyuck.” He sneaked a hand under a table and you took it for a handshake, answering him with your name. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Most welcome. You can save me back later when I have the words spank me, daddy, glued to my back.”

“So your friends are assholes too?”

“It’s what people have in common these days, I suppose.”

But when your professor spoke louder to make sure he didn’t any other noise in the room except his own, you had to cut your conversation short and only threw small grins at him every now and then.

When the class ended, you both parted ways with nothing more than a small wave of a hand and a casual, “Well, I guess, I’ll see you later.” You thought it would be too weird to get even friendlier than that, and he probably did too. You admitted that he was cute, but not cute enough for you to ditch your next class and make out with him in the nearest parking lot. You thought you were going to see him again soon anyway, probably the next week when the same class started.

And you were right, but you wished you weren’t because Donghyuck came back to your class the following week looking like a full-course meal.

Donghyuck probably had his hair cut short somewhere on the weekend and it looked absolutely fucking perfect on his head. His bangs were no longer hiding his eyes, and it was clear to you then that Donghyuck with his forehead seen, combined with those thick beautiful eyebrows and mesmerizing round eyes, were really something to behold.

He didn’t notice you were already in the class when he walked in, with his bag slinging on one shoulder. Some rowdy boys were shouting at the back of the room, “Haechan-ah, over here! Saved you a seat!” And Donghyuck grinned at them, waving his hand before he walked toward their seats and you thought Lee Donghyuck is Haechan?! That Haechan?! And mentally slapped yourself on the face when the flashback hit you. You had the chance to talk to one of the most popular boys in school and you talked about swamp and dead bodies.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

After you managed to collect yourself, you couldn’t hold back this urge to sneak a few glances to the back of the class, trying to catch a glimpse of that beautiful forehead of his—which you realized by then that you had some kind of a kink for it—without having him notice you.

But he did. He did notice every time you tried to secretly stare and he reciprocated each time with a smile, raising one of his eyebrows almost dangerously seductive at you and you thought goddamn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my twenty years of living I don’t know what is.

You offered your best effort to stay fucking calm despite everything that had been going on in your head, waving one hand at him with a small—hopefully not creepy—smile on your face. You immediately turned around right after, swallowing your breath, and tried not to vomit because your stomach felt like it was about to lurch out of your mouth. It wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling; it was just kind of new to you and you loathed the way your heart was slamming against your ribcages.

Okay, you mentally calmed yourself, get a hold of yourself. No need to panic. He’s just another cute boy, with a cute haircut, and a cute smirk, and a cute forehead and—

You really didn’t like where it was going.

When the class ended—and you didn’t learn a thing about it—you shoved your iPad back into your bag and let out the loudest sigh you had ever made in your sorry life.

“Bad day?”

Haechan’s voice was next to your ear and though you only jerked slightly on the outside, most of your soul had actually gone to heaven—or hell, from all those dirty thoughts you had about him during the last two hours of that lecture.

“Yeah,” you cooly replied. Thank God, your voice didn’t betray you. “My swamp is full again. I have to start looking for a new place.”

AM I SERIOUSLY TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER FUCKING SWAMP—

But Haechan was laughing about it, not too much but the amusement on his face was genuine. “It’s cute that you remember our previous conversation.”

“It’s cute that you do too.”

“Well, actually, that’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last week,” he told you with a smirk on his face. You dared to bet on your life that he was flirting with you and you were about to scream out of joy but you reminded yourself to play it cool.

“I don’t think it’s a conversation worth remembering,” you commented nonchalantly.

“Not if I had it with anyone else.”

You almost fell from your seat. “On second thought, it was a pretty interesting conversation, what with the—”

“Noona.” He suddenly leaned close, laying one hand on your desk to prop his weight. There was that smirk again—the one with his eyebrow raised. “I’m trying to flirt with you and ask you out on a date, if you haven’t noticed.”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears at that point. You had thought about it—about him asking you out—but your imagination did not do justice on how smooth and confident or how goddamn attractive he looked in real life. “Oh.”

“Oh.” He imitated, smirking a bit wider and you were dazed with how bright he shone. “So, can I take you out for lunch? Not anywhere close to swamps full of dead bodies, I swear.” Then after a small pause, he added, “Unless, that’s what you’re into.”

“Shut up,” you retorted, standing up and gathering all your belongings into your arms. “You’re paying.”

He laughed softly to himself, trailing after you with a cheeky grin on his face. “This swamp thing could be our thing, though.”

“Shut up.”

***

Haechan was not one to take it slow, you remember, which is way different from how Mark does things with you.

It wasn’t like Haechan was overly aggressive—as far as boys go, he was pretty normal about the whole dating and sex thing—but he really just head straight to the point whenever he had something in mind, whether it was by a sudden change of topic in your conversation, or acting it out directly with his body.

While Mark tends to plan things, Haechan just did everything out on a whim. You could be talking about science fiction movies at a cafe at one point, and ended up with having your clothes soaked with water by the next few hours because he suddenly felt like the day was too hot and jumping into the campus pool fully clothed was a good idea. You weren’t sure why you’d said yes to all of that when you just barely knew him but Haechan could be very persuasive. So dangerously so, that you would probably say yes to anything.

It was on your third date when he suddenly bent his head down and cut you in the middle of your sentence with a kiss. It was only a small peck, a quick pressing of his plump lips against yours, but it still managed to literally stop you from breathing for a good couple of seconds.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away with his eyes still staring at your lips. “I was… distracted.”

You knew it was lust in his eyes and you were familiar with yourself enough to know that you usually preferred to have your first kiss after you knew the guy for a certain amount of time. But Haechan—the way he sometimes stared at your lips for a millisecond while you were talking, or hugged you for a few seconds too long before you parted ways—really made you feel special. Made you feel… wanted. And it had been a long time since someone made you feel that way.

So it really didn’t come too much of a surprise that when he dipped his head down to kiss you again, you responded with as much passion as he emitted. You didn’t care that both of you were still standing in the middle of your co-ed dorm’s hallway, though it was empty from how late it was. You had your fingers tangled in his hair as you tiptoed and leaned your entire weight to his body, making him inhale sharply and curl his fingers around the fabric of your dress.

“Again,” he breathed when you pulled away for a split second and immediately brought you back to him again. Haechan had one arm around your waist and another one holding your face, angling your head to the side so he could kiss you deeper.

Haechan was a good kisser—so frighteningly so that it made you feel conscious of how inexperienced you were compared to him. And with the way his hands were moving around your body, you could tell that things were going a bit too fast.

“Haechan—”

The hand that you laid on his chest to give you both some space, was brought over your head as he pressed your body against the door of your room. He kissed you harder, almost knocking your head against the wooden surface, and you could taste the flavor of the lollipop he had on his way back to your dorm. His scent was intoxicating in the best way possible, numbing your mind from thinking how this could probably end up in a bad decision.

“Haechan-ah, wait,” you gasped against his mouth, and when he did, pulling away from you for a few inches to catch his own breath, you noticed that even if you managed to stop him, you probably wouldn’t sound very convincing.

It was really fortunate that although Haechan was a man of passion, he still had the patience to make your consent his priority. “Too fast?” He asked, warm breath fanning against your lips and you really wanted to just close those few inches between you and be smothered with his kisses again.

So you did, and you could feel him smirking into the kiss. The way he slipped his tongue between your mouth made your knees buckle underneath your weight so you clutched onto him as if you were hanging to dear life. Haechan formed this low grunt at the back of his throat that made your skin tingle in delight, knowing that you had that kind of effect on him.

But really, something still didn’t feel right.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, noticing how you fidgeted uncomfortably under his touch. He looked like stopping at this point would be the last thing he wanted to do but he still gave you the space you needed.

You nodded your head slowly at his question. Haechan looked like he had to put his best effort to gain control of his body and move away from you, and you could totally relate at that point, actually. You weren’t really sure why did you even stop him before. It just felt like the right thing to do but at the same time, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Haechannie—"

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a step away from you and releasing you from his hold. You were surprised by the fact that you almost fell down to the floor when he wasn’t holding you.

“No, don’t be—it was, umm,” You cleared your throat. The collar of your knitted sweater suddenly felt too tight. “It was good.”

“Good?” Haechan asked, smirking as he raised an eyebrow and you thought fuck there’s that look again and you cursed inwardly a few more times for feeling so whipped for his little, seductive eyebrow raise. “I thought that was more than good, Noona.”

“Probably for you,” you wanted to tease but you could hear your voice crack at the end.

“Oh, really?”

And he kissed you again because he never wanted to lose his game. He knew he already had you wrapped under his fingers; he just wanted to make you succumb to him. To have you say how amazing his touches really felt on your skin because he was just that kind of a guy.

And he was winning. Your reaction was exactly the way he wanted you to be, arching your back under his touch, pressing your chest against his, tongue darting out to taste the inside of his mouth better and longer.

“No, wait, timeout.” You pushed him away again and you noticed that his hair was a mess from the work of your fingers and weirdly enough, it only made him ten thousand times hotter.

“Noona, you’re torturing me.” He whined against your shoulder, playfully biting the skin over your clothes. “Do you want me to stop or not?”

Haechan had the habit of whining when things didn’t go his way. It was immature and it would probably look childishly annoying on someone else, but it only made him that much more adorable. Still annoying most of the time, but always adorable.

“I’m sorry.” You were torn between feeling bad or laughing about it because my God, look at that pout. “Maybe a five-minute break? I could make you some coffee. My roommate is away for the weekend.”

He sighed, the pout on his lips grew even more apparent. “You’re inviting me to your room? At this hour? After this?”

“I’m not going to have sex with you tonight, Lee Donghyuck, just to be clear.”

“Which is the more reason why you shouldn’t be inviting me over then!”

You laughed because his voice was becoming quite high-pitched. “Are you so incapable of using your brain instead of your dick?”

“Noonaaaaa~” He threw his head back in exasperation, which gave you the chance to ogle at the column of his throat. “Seriously, is torturing guys at the end of a date your sick hobby or something?”

“Look, if you stay over, we can still make-out.” You throw a smirk at him, unlocked your door and pushed it wide open. “And I make the most amazing coffee, trust me.”

“Fine,” he exhaled, walking into your room with a suppressed smile on his face. “And I’m only here for coffee, nothing more. Making-out with you is just a bonus.” And you found yourself giggling like a child as he cradled you into his arms and pushed you down to your bed because you both knew, it was the other way around.

***

About a month later, a similar situation happened again and there was no getting out of it.

It started with Haechan coming over to your room on a Sunday afternoon. Your roommate was staying over at her boyfriend’s place again for the weekend, so you had the room to yourself for the entire day. Haechan came unplanned and he’d brought his MacBook with him because, “I know myself well enough that I’d end up playing Overwatch instead of working on my assignment, so could you please be a responsible adult and force me to do my work even if I start crying at your feet?”

Haechan was always the dramatic one in your relationship but you nodded your head and let him in. You brought over some snacks and made him coffee like usual—which he always replied with, “Noona, I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful boyfriend but this coffee tastes like shi—” but was always finished with a pillow smacked to his face, a form of your courtesy.

You were working on your own papers too, sitting on the carpeted floor with your back pressed against the foot of your bed and a MacBook resting on your lap. Your textbooks were sprawled all over the place, and Haechan was lying down on your bed, head falling over the edge. He was looking at his phone, his thumb running up and down the screen.

“Noona?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m bored.”

“Aren’t you supposed to work on your assignment?”

“Finished it already.”

You threw a look over your shoulder, glancing to see him lounging on your bed as if it was his own. Haechan already had his MacBook closed, and was looking at you upside down with a completely bored look on his face. You knew he was smart, but you didn’t know he was that smart when he really put his mind to it.

“Well, that was fast,” you commented.

“No, you’re just doing it painfully slow.”

“Well, sorry for not being as smart as you,” you mumbled, even though you weren’t really annoyed about it. Haechan huffed and walked closer, sitting closely right behind you, and trapping you between his legs.

“You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, though,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What are you working on exactly?”

“I don’t even know, honestly,” you sighed, leaning against his chest, dropping your head on his shoulder. “You wanna order some take-out?”

“Can I eat you for dinner instead?”

“Was that a sex joke, Lee Donghyuck?”

“Could be, if you’re interested.” You could see him wiggling his eyebrows from his reflection on your standing mirror. Both of you looked adorable, if you could say so yourself, wearing a matching white shirt (though not on purpose) and enjoying each other’s warmth with Haechan’s arms wrapped protectively around your figure. You sighed as you admired the sight of Haechan’s features in the mirror.

“Have I told you how sexy you look with your hair pushed back like this?” You asked, reaching out to touch some of his strands and he followed your gaze, looking at his own reflection in the mirror.

“Huh.” He seemed surprised. “It’s the first time you said that actually. What else do you think is sexy about me?”

“Promise you won’t get cocky about it if I tell you?”

“Can’t. You know how I am.”

You sighed but you succumbed to his wish. He praised you from time to time, it was only fair for you to do the same. “The way you dance.”

“You saw me dance?”

“Hm-hmm.”

“When?”

“That time when we went to Jaemin’s party. You were dancing to Billy Jean.”

“You saw that?!” He was flustered, scarlet painting his cheeks and ears. “That was—I thought you were in the bathroom!”

“Well, I was going to but then I saw you and kinda had to stop and stare for a little. You dance more with your hips than with your hands, do you know that? It was kinda hot.”

And just like that, the flabbergasted look on his face was immediately replaced with that Godforsaken cocky smirk again. “Were you turned on back then because of me?”

“A little. Or maybe I just really had to pee.”

“You should’ve said something, you know.”

“And then what? Have sex with you in Jaemin’s room? No freaking way.”

“We could’ve used my car. My hips could do so much more than just dancing, you know.”

“You’re disgusting.” You elbowed him slightly on the stomach to stop him from giggling, before you focused back on your MacBook. “Now, shoo, my boy. Mommy’s gotta work.”

Haechan had his chin on one of your shoulders. “But Noona~”

“I’m studying.”

“I’m bored~” He whined like the baby that he was, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck and you flinched slightly when his breath tickled your skin. “Can we make-out? Please pretty pleaseeeee~”

“Give me half an hour to finish this real quick—”

“Noonaaaaaaa~”

“What?” You were trapped between laughing and acting annoyed about it. “I seriously need to study. Didn’t you tell me to be a responsible adult for today?”

“You could also be a responsible adult by making-out with me though.” He chuckled to himself. “We could do adult things if you—”

“No,” you firmly stated though your smile kept on appearing on your face. You pushed a palm against his cheek, playfully shoving him away. “Now, go away, Dongsookie, I really have to study.”

“Fine,” he exhaled loudly against your shoulder and you could practically feel his pout growing on his face. He didn’t let you go, though. He kind of just sat there behind you, still circling his arms around your waist as he lazily stared at the words you were typing on the keyboard. You had trouble concentrating with the way you could feel every time he took in a breath from how close his chest was pressed against your spine but eventually you got the hang of it.

You were already working on your third page when Haechan suddenly had his lips on the side of your neck, lazily suckling on the skin until you could no longer ignore him.

“Haechannie.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m playing a game,” he murmured against your skin, licking at the soft skin before he nibbled at it with his teeth. “It’s called how fast can I distract my girlfriend from working over a stupid assignment instead of spending time with me.”

“But I am spending time with you, though.”

“You know what I mean.”

And you had to bite your lip because he had a certain kind of pressure on his words that made your skin tingle in anticipation. His lips were soft but scorching hot as he drew bruises on your skin and it felt so good and dangerous at the same time. It was like standing on a bridge made of glass, both exciting and terrifying.

“You know what I think is sexy about you?” He quietly asked, one hand running down your body, slipping under your shirt and hovering dangerously close to your bra. “The way you say my name when we kiss,” he continued, adding a soft moan when he latched his lips around your earlobe.

You shivered, feeling heat growing on your cheeks. “Haechannie—”

“Yes, like that,” he chuckled, his voice suddenly became deeper. “You’re so sexy, you’re driving me insane.”

You tried your best to ignore him, you really did. But the second he had his warm mouth against your lips, his fingers grabbing your face almost forcefully to turn towards him, you just lost it and you found yourself crawling into his lap, tangling your legs around his waist and moaning against his mouth as he was against yours.

“Noona,” he sighed when you kissed down his neck, as if your every touch was a gift that he craved more and more. He shuddered slightly when you had your hand under his shirt and as if you just pushed the wrong button, he suddenly picked you up by the waist, shoved your textbooks away with one swipe of the back of his hand, and laid you down on the carpeted floor in one swift motion.

“If you keep doing that,” he breathed out heavily, eyes glazed as he stared at your kiss swollen lips. “I won’t be able to stop, even if you beg me to.”

You weren’t sure what came over you but you found yourself hooking your fingers around his necklace and brought his face down, whispering, “Then don’t stop,” directly against his lips.

It was all rush and passion and Haechan was not wasting even a second away before he began to undress you, removing each clothing very easily and you secretly wondered just how many times had he done this before from how smooth he unclasped your bra with one flick of his finger.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his silver necklace hanging loosely around his neck. “Tell me if I’m being too fast,” he said, before he climbed on top of you, throwing the piece of clothing away without a care. Your heart jumped at the sight of him, knowing how this could lead to something more but couldn’t really stop him. Not with the way he had his hands reaching down from the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach, his fingers brushing above the hem of your jeans.

His kiss was always breathtaking, to say the least, but it was a bit different this time because it felt like he was losing control of himself. His kiss was almost forceful, his teeth roughly nibbling at your lower lip before he moved down your chin and found his place in the crook of your neck again. His hand was on your chest, cupping you fully with his palm and let out this sexy groan when he felt you gasping his name against his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re just doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?” He hissed, eyes clouded with lust. He peppered kisses down your chest, lips hovering above your nipple when he said, “You’re being cruel, Noona.” You were tugging at his dark locks when he placed it between his lips, sucking at the sensitive spot, and you tried to hold back your moan but failing every time.

Haechan was giggling to himself, his tongue flicking around the bud. “The way you’re reacting to me is so cute. I didn’t know you were this sensitive.” He ran his tongue across his lower lip, staring at you like he wanted to ravish every part of you, which he probably did. “You’re so goddamn cute.”

“Haechannie.”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be needing that kind of commentary ever again in the future, thanks,” you uttered, trying your best to focus on his touch and not his words because Haechan could be annoyingly talkative sometimes.

He chuckled again, moving along to land a few kisses on your stomach. “If you’re that sensitive here, how sensitive will you be if I touch you right over…” He trailed a finger down from your belly button to the edge of your underwear. His eyes twinkled gleefully before he rubbed your clit over your underwear. ��…here?”

You gave your best strength to stay sane but Haechan’s giggle over your reaction only tortured you even further. “Stop playing around,” you hissed under your breath, pretty sure that you were blushing from ear to ear.

“Playing?” Haechan grinned tauntingly, “I’m being pretty serious, though.” He spread your legs, kissing the inner part of your trembling thigh before he hovered dangerously close to the point you could feel his breath down there. You couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation and Haechan knew that. He knew how much you wanted him to take off your underwear and eat you out like it’s his last meal.

But of course, being the little fucking devil that he was, Haechan only threw you his usual smirk and said, “You know I’d do anything for you, right, Noona? You just gotta beg for it.”

“No way.”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t know.” He faked a pout. “I’m younger than you, you know. I need you to teach me these things.”

You reciprocated by kicking him right on his abs because as desperate as you were, there was no way in hell you were going to grovel at his feet, begging for him to please you. “All right, all right, I’m sorry, geez!” Haechan said, laughing as he successfully dodged two of your first kicks. Soon after, he grabbed your moving legs, carefully placed them on his sides and ran his hands slowly from your legs to your thighs. He took a long glance at your body, sighing like it was some kind of beautiful torture for him to take. “You don’t even realize how hot you are, do you?” He leaned closer and grabbed you by your chin, locking both of your gazes together. “Do you even know how hard I am right now because of you?”

It was a rhetorical question, clearly, because you could definitely tell how hard and hot he was pressing against you, even if his jeans and your underwear were still on the way.

“God, just—” you gasped when he slipped a knee between your legs, pressing it against your core. “Just stop being a fucking tease and fuck me already, Donghyuck.”

And he grinned against your skin. “Fucking finally.” You heard him say under his breath, before he carried you in his arms and moved you to the bed. It felt somewhat scary, how fast he was being, because you had only experienced sex once and it was the painfully awkward kind of sex with your high school boyfriend and you didn’t really have the chance to practice it with anyone else while it seemed to you, at this point, was clearly not the case for him.

Haechan had his eyes on you, all half-lidded with lust and passion, as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans and you had to gulp at the sight. He didn’t really have six-pack abs like Jaehyun—considering your boyfriend was quite an athlete during his senior days—but his shoulders were broad, his chest was toned, his stomach was lean and his skin, as it glistened slightly with sweat, was just absolutely breathtaking.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, and you knew how he’d always been cocky in his entire life, but he’d never been this cocky. “You’re practically drooling.”

“I am not,” you retorted but you lacked confidence. Haechan grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans before he climbed back into the bed with his jeans unbuttoned.

“Why do you already have a condom with you?”

“Because I came prepared.”

“I thought you said you wanted to study.”

“Among other things,” he grinned against your lips and shushed down your next protest. “I will be studying your body, if you give me the chance.”

“That was so lame.” But even your insult couldn’t mask how nervous you sounded, especially when Haechan was settling himself between your legs again, fingers hooking around your underwear.

“Final chance if you want me to stop, Noona,” he said though it felt like it was almost impossible for him to stop. “I’m serious. After this, I won’t stop even if you cry.”

You swallowed your breath, heart thrumming loud against your chest. “Just do whatever you want,” you answered, almost too quiet for even your ears to hear but Haechan’s eyes gleamed in anticipation.

“That’s my girl,” he said, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs apart before he leaned in to taste your mouth again. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

You realized you were holding your breath when Haechan wrapped the condom around his length and he had his eyes on you before he pushed in, asking with an unexpected low voice of his, “Ready?”

But he did not wait for an answer and you found yourself hissing when he pushed in, slowly at first and suddenly all at once. You twisted your fingers against the bed sheet, biting your lower lip because it hurt trying to adjust to his size and Haechan was a little bit lost in his own thoughts, muttering, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” under his breath, slightly throwing his head back out of pleasure. “Noona, you’re so fucking tight. Do you know that?”

He leaned closer to you, chest pressing against your breasts as he mouthed against the skin of your shoulder and slowly began to move his hips. “You all right?” He asked, making eye contact after a while and you shakily nodded your head, though the pain was still there. “Then I’ll move faster.”

You almost hit your head against your headboard when he suddenly picked up the pace, thrusting into you hard and deep; it knocked the breath out of your lungs. “Haecha—” you could barely speak at that point, arms clutching tight to his back, nails raking against his spine.

“Fuck,” he uttered between heavy breaths as he sat on his knees, holding both of your legs in the air, almost splitting your body in half and pushed deeper. “How the fuck do you feel this good, I—” he ended his sentence short, kissing your ankle instead, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wanna keep you—you’re so pretty like this, Noona—so fucking pretty—”

Haechan was always good with his words but at that time, he was making incoherent noises at the back of his throat, jumping from one sentence to another as if he was thinking about several things at once and he was running out of time.

“Haechan, wait—s-slow down—” You placed a hand on his shoulder, tears forming in your eyes. “You’re moving too fast—It hurts—”

Haechan was unfocused, but the last two words that slipped from your mouth brought him back to reality. He stopped almost immediately, looking at you with eyes searching your face. “Does it hurt?” He asked and you nodded, your body shaking a little bit. His gaze softened, cupping your cheek in his hand before he slowly pulled out of you. “I’m sorry, come here.” He cradled you into his arms, sitting down on the bed and helped you climb into his lap. “Maybe if we do it this way,” he said, wiping a tear from your eye with his thumb, “You’ll feel better?”

You could feel him twitching below you, the tip of his cock pressing against your folds. Haechan stayed true to his promise, he wasn’t going to stop even if you cried and that’s fine because you didn’t want him to.

“Take your time,” Haechan said, smiling gently in a way that was so not him that it made you feel weird. You could tell that he was trying to keep himself calm and composed even when all he wanted to do was to fuck you senselessly.

He pushed inside again, but let you take control of the pace this time. You slid down slowly, wincing slightly at the friction but it no longer hurt as much. Haechan was staring at you the entire time, unconsciously licking his lower lip when you slowly began to bounce on his lap.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and you did, sharing his breath and his moans, and tangling your hands in his hair. When he felt your body relaxing against him, he grabbed you by the waist and suddenly thrust forward, making you gasp and clenched your legs together.

“Fuck,” he moaned under his breath, hissing at how perfect you felt around him. “Noona, you can be mad at me as much as you want after this but for now let me just—” he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. “Just let me fuck you the way I want.”

And you found yourself thrown back to the bed with him thrusting into you deep and raw, faster and much more forceful than before. His nails were sinking into your skin from how hard he was holding you by your hips, keeping you still as he rocked his hips forward as hard and as fast as he liked. Expletives were falling from his lips between his low grunts and breathy moans and you couldn’t help but sob a little at how strong he was going. It felt painfully amazing, and you knew your body wasn’t making any sense, and it surprised you when your orgasm hit you like a wave, just a few seconds before he reached his. You honestly never thought that something so painful could also bring this much pleasure and you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t even find the energy to keep yourself up.

You fell down to the bed with Haechan toppling on top of you almost immediately, chest heaving fast as he tried to bring back some air into his lungs.

“Holy fucking hell,” he said, breathing heavily at the juncture of your neck. “That was so good. This is probably the first time I—”

“Haechannie.”

“Oh right, shit!” He immediately jumped away, giving you some space and gently placed his palm on the side of your face, checking your condition. “Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere? Noona, I’m so sor—Yah!“

You pinched him by the nose, glowering at him with the little strength you have left and you didn’t let go even if he was tapping frantically against the back of your hand, asking for time-outs before you broke his bones.

Well, he said you could be mad at him all you want. It was time for him to face your wrath and it was not going to be pretty.

***

It wasn’t long until your name became a famous topic to discuss around the hallway too and it felt weird yet exciting at the same time, because it was true. You were dating Lee Haechan. And no matter how many times you had to convince yourself that it wasn’t solely your imagination, it still felt unreal.

Because Haechan was shining like the sun, and you couldn’t really shine as bright.

It suddenly felt like high school all over again when you’d once dated the Prom King, Jung Jaehyun, where people always talked behind your back, making comments about your face, or your body, or your attitude and how every aspect of your life did not fit the legendary high school prince that was Jung Jaehyun. It had gotten so much into your head that you had to break up with him, and hating yourself for over a year on how weak you’d become.

Dating Haechan was similar but different in the way he treated you. Jaehyun was too kind, not really saying anything back to anyone who said awful things about you and instead, just told you to not pay any mind about it. Haechan was much braver in saying the things that came to mind, so whenever he heard people talking trash about you, he would come up to them with words laced with venom. It was kind of childish, the way he got worked up rather easily, and even more childish when he continued to pout and fume about it even after a whole day had passed.

“Seriously, I said I’m fine,” you once said to him, entering his Hyundai after he opened the door for you.

“Well, I’m pissed off,” he said, unconsciously closing the door a bit too hard, making you flinch slightly. He walked to the other side of the car, sinking to his seat behind the wheel and exhaled loudly.

“Haechannie.”

“What?” His tone was still a bit harsh, but you knew he didn’t mean to shout at you.

“Thank you for defending me,” you softly said, reaching out for his hand. “But at this point, you’re gonna be mad with literally everyone and anger does not look pretty on you.”

“But aren’t you pissed, though? They literally have no business whatsoever to—”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand. “Look if it gets worse, we can always plan out something. There’s this perfect swamp I know outside of town.”

And Haechan couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he was right, that swamp thing could really be your thing. “You and your stupid swamp,” he muttered, shaking his head in amusement as he grabbed your face for a kiss. “Can we have sex at your place today?”

You sighed. It was always like this when it came to him. “Sure, why not.”

Because certainly, you weren’t complaining.

***

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—pocket heroes headcanons

mtha thots: it’s that time of year again where i start projecting my daily academic existential crises on the mha characters. i’ve had this idea in my head for months and got pages of brain rot fading away in my documents, so i’ve decided to stop being selfish and start sharing w some simple hcs. i hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: none

reference for the banner

context: pocket heroes are a new phenomenon to the world. the whispers that spread by ear say they are tiny humans dressed in hero-like costumes that support you when you need it most. many don’t believe in them and blame it on overactive imagination. but the very few who know the truth, say otherwise. they say you can’t find a pocket hero, but your pocket hero finds you when they’re ready. luckily for you, your tiny friend made an appearance and is stuck to you like glue!

Midoriya Izuku:

this little guy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

izu is on the shorter side standing only about 3 ¾ inches tall

but don’t let that height fool you bc he’s a ball of energy!

he’s a chatterbox so if that’s not your game, good luck sis

but he’s so cute and his voice is so tiny how could you not love him

your pocket hero is so encouraging of you

for every assignment, he’ll sit by your hand and cheer you on

it’s impossible to give in to temptation and skip an assignment/call off work bc he’ll puff his chubby cheeks out and pout

he knows it’s tough, but you can do it! there’s nothing you can’t do!

although, if you need to take a break for your mental health, he’ll immediately stop and climb up into your neck to comfort you

makes posters with sticky notes he finds around bc he’s your biggest fan

sits by you during class and takes his own notes so that you two can compare

he doesn’t want you to miss anything important

you get such good grades bc of deku ong

izuku’s fav place to be is in your shirt pocket or in your cleavage, behind the collar of your shirt with his little head sticking out

it’s bc he likes to be near to your heart

it makes him feel safe and close to you

if you get really stressed out, izu will cry for you

he hates it when you’re distressed and won’t be able to think clearly until you’re okay

his whimpers are so sad it literally pains my heart

your pocket hero loves when you bring him up to your cheek so he can latch on and nuzzle you

he’s highkey attached to your hip

he’s not afraid to use puppy dog eyes if you tell him he needs to stay home when you go out

7 times out of 10, you give in

but when it’s necessary for him to stay, he’ll sadly mope around until he hears the door open and runs to you

deku’s got this huge smile on his face that could make the coldest man crack

his tiny footsteps are so cute ughhhh

uses ofa to jump to your face so you can catch him and give him cuddles until he’s satisfied

i adore him

Bakugo Katsuki:

katuski stands at a whopping 4 ½ inches which is about average

but this particular pocket hero has a bad case of small dog syndrome

make fun of how small he is at your own risk

bc this little dude bites

bakugo’s a hardass about your responsibilities

like the man will not let you procrastinate!

over his dead body

if he catches you slipping, he’ll pull on your ear lobes

screams at you and threatens to blow you up with his tiny explosions too for good measure

you don’t have the heart to tell him his quirk feels like a flick from a two year old

his yelling is kinda scary tho despite sounding like a preschool kid on helium

nevertheless, pls trust that this little guy loves you and only wants the best for you

you don’t catch how he gets up extra early every morning and organizes your desk to the best of his abilities (some of your stuff is heavy)

or how he’ll spend hours going through your music and making playlists to help you study

bakugo complains about doing it, but he’s always down to go through flashcards with you

he’s a smart cookie and has got a keen memory so trust he won’t let you half-ass/forget any important assignments and exams

a mother hen

if you have at least three inches of hair, bakugo likes to stand on the top of your head and tug on your strands to “make you move” like you're under his control

yes, he has an evil laugh

you humor him every time

although, there was one time you threw your head to the side and he almost fell off bc he called you a bad word and you weren’t having it

it hasn’t happened again since

doesn’t go there often bc he wants to be all tough, but his fav place to be is in the crook of your neck where it’s warm and he can feel close to you

pls reward him for good behavior w a lil kiss

he’ll tell you you're being gross and make a big show of wiping your “germs” away

but he secretly loves it

there was one time you didn’t peck him for a week and he actually got nervous in an angry kind of way

asked if you were mad at him in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard him use

also stomps when he’s angry

pls he’s like the cutest most annoying alarm clock

i love him

Todoroki Shouto:

if izu and katsuki are the angel on your right, shouto’s the devil on your left

don’t get me wrong, the little guy will suggest you do your work

but…if you can still get the grade you want and skip out on a few things, who is he to say otherwise

a strong advocate of work smarter, not harder LMAOOO

you secretly think it’s bc he likes to take as many naps as he can with you

anyways, shouto is about 4 ¾ inches in height give or a take a couple centimeters

he’s got an unnaturally deep voice for a pocket hero

he’s very quiet, reserved most times, and will be your silent support as you go about your day

but pls don’t think he doesn’t have the slickest mouth known to man just bc he’s quiet

there was one time you asked your teacher a question and they were being difficult

you went back and forth for a few min, failing to notice the irritation growing on todoroki’s face

then he just blurted out, “and you’re supposed to have a degree in education?”

thankfully, your teacher didn’t hear him but when I tell you your heart dropped

you can’t take this man nowhere

he’s just a very sassy pocket hero

you get some lip from him too sometimes but threaten to take away his soba and he’ll shut up real quick

shouto likes to hang out on top of your head and lay there

also likes to sit on your shoulder and idly swing his legs

when you’re both bored in class, he’ll make little ice sculptures to get you more alert

you let him read articles out to you bc his voice is really soothing

todo lives for head pats or when you gently scratch his head with your finger

he’ll chase your finger if you pull away too soon

you think he purrs but shouto won’t admit to anything

when he’s feeling clingy, he’ll raise his arms up signaling for you to hold him in your hand

it’s annoying sometimes bc you need to take notes or something but does it look like this boy cares?

pick him up now!

if you get stressed, he makes you put down whatever you're doing and drink some water

forces you to take a nap if it’s really bad

all pocket heroes have a reserved “bed” so their caretaker doesn’t harm them when they sleep, but todoroki is wiling to risk death if it means curling up on your chest

your heartbeat helps him sleep easier

i wanna protect him at all costs

im no longer accepting requests!

#izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #pocket heroes

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love-hatred-stuff · 4 years ago

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Just a dream } Lim Sejun [victon]

genre: yandere, mild smut, fluff (,angst?)

warning(s): mentions of killing & stalking, suggestive!, mentions of other idols (subin&byungchan)

word count: about 3.3k

note: If u feel uncomfortable with any of the warnings above, feel free to skip! I will probably do more parts :)

I'm not that good in writing smut but I wanted it to be not too dirty, like there's sexual tension but everything is on a comfortable level

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Third person's POV

at school

Lim Sejun was your best friend, along with his stepbrother Jung Subin. You actually met Sejun through Subin.

At first only Subin was your classmate since 5th grade and you too eventually became really close. And later on, about two years, Sejun joined you because he moved here, when his Mom wanted to marry your other friends Dad.

You never never had romantic feelings for Subin, you just loved him as a friend.

But his stepbrother was something different. It wasn't like you had a crush on him, he just made you so nervous all the time.

You didn't show it, but inside you always slightly get butterflies everytime he stares at you or uses his deep voice to convince you to something.

Not to mention his looks, but he could do many things that made him get most girls attention. Though he never cared about girls except for you.

He was a rather cold person, kept most things to himself and didn't laugh very often. But when he did, it always made you happy aswell.

It was mostly you that made him giggle or smile but you never questioned it.

You were just grateful to have them as your friends. Even though the brothers fought like literally almost all the time.

But what you noticed is that Sejun was very protective over you. What you didn't know was caused by the obsession he had over you.

In the Beginning it was only a little crushing, adoring you secretly. This soon turned into serious, strong feelings, and desire that he kept inside and eventually real love.

Of course you obviously didn't know about his "little" possession, but you were everything to him and nothing would steal you from him.

Anyone that touched you inappropriately, wasn't blessed to live a long life. And he made sure of that. The killing wasn't a big deal for him, as long as you were safe it didn't matter.

School was long over, but you and Sejun were still sitting in the library to do homework and explain math to Subin when he had problems, which was like constantly.

"God, Subin! I explained this to you like a hundred times. It's Sejun's turn now, he is even smarter than me." You groaned at your friends intolerance.

You desperately looked at the dark haired boy, who sat on a chair and concentratedly wrote something on a paper.

When he was just giving you a look with a frown you sighed.

"Help your brother for gods sake! I can't do this anymore. I finished anyways, I could just go if I wanted to." You complained in a whiny manner.

Sejun still looked at you and than shortly at Subin. He shook his head.

"I'm not helping him. He has to learn himself. And he's just my stepbrother. Not my problem." He shrugged and turned to his paper.

Subin just looked absolutely cluelessly at the many numbers and even letters.

"Please Sejun! Your Mom told me to help him. She will think I'm dumb as well!" You continued, to stubborn to give up first.

"Hey!" Subin faked a hurtful look, laying his hand on his heart.

"Sorry, Binnie. But I won't explain this to you again." You touched his shoulder, smiling exclusively.

Now Sejun also noticed the contact between you too and made a noise to seperate you again and get your attention.

Your head turned to him, hoping he changed his mind.

But he just saw one thing at this moment; your thigh that was exposed because of the skirt that had slipped up 'til the beginning of you lace slip.

His eyes fixated on your beautiful legs and his mind went wild automatically. He was aroused immediately, imagining he was the one who could take it off of you.

You didn't bother to look down, where he was looking. You were just thinking he zoned out for a moment at waved your hand on front of his iced eyes.

"Sejun? Are you okay?" You wondered.

When he came back to reality he noticed how tight his jeans felt so suddenly. But managed to look up at you finally.

"Huh? Oh, yes. I will only explain this once to him, and I wanna get a treat." He wanted to compromise.

You waited a moment to process and decide if you wanted to compromise.

"Okay. What do want as your treat?" You asked innocently.

Sejun thought. How could he indirectly say that he wanted to be alone with you?

"You will go with me studiying tomorrow, after school." He grinned, secretly so excited to have you to himself for some hours.

Your eyes widened. Another study session?

"Fine, but why so obsessed with studiying? School's not everything, Junnie." You told him.

He stayed silent. If you knew what I want to do to you right now, Y/N. He thought, very aware of his bulge, growing even harder. But he couldn't do anything about it, he had to hide under the table until it would hopefully disappear.

After about half an hour, he had made everything clear for Subin. Well, supposedly. And the three of you went home.

Subin couldn't hold a moan back as he touched his boner through his black jeans. He hadn't been able to hold back the dirty thoughts of you telling him that you wanted him as much as he did. And now that he was finally home, he could release some of his inholded sexual sounds. He rarely listened to anyone but gladly would accept you as his domme.

He just loved you so much, of course he was craving for your touch. You were his only weakness at this point.

•••

the next day

You could walk to school because your house wasn't that far away. You didn't know that Sejun was always behind you, to make sure you came home safe and to enjoy your pretty features a little longer.

When you arrived and waited for you two only friends and greeted Subin happily with hug and a minute later Sejun with a sweet "Hey." Because you knew he didn't really enjoy skinship.

He greeted back politely. And thought about how pretty you looked again, although he saw you everyday in the same school uniform.

He secretly hated that the girls had to wear skirts in school. So he gave every boy who dared to look at you a second too long a warning glare to fuck off. And if they wouldn't hear, he would made sure they would never look at you again.

It was normal for him, he would keep you forever. And no one would destroy his plan.

School had ended fast and you bid your goodbyes to Subin and went to the library.

You sat down next to each other and your knees would touch every now and then, making Sejun wanting to already moan your name out loud, by just this simple touch.

One hour had passed and you slowly got bored, as you were just too done to concentrate on school stuff any longer.

"Sejun~" You whined, tucking on his blazer.

Holy fuck. He thought. I want you to whine my name like this again.

He tried to not look much affected and hummed as a response to you.

"I'm bored. I don't wanna study anymore. Let's just do something different, yes?" You tried to convince him with puppy eyes.

"What can we do?" He asked quietly, unsure if he would maybe be alowed to touch you a little.

"Kiss?" You said, leaning forward.

It wasn't really your intention but he could see some of your cleavage in this position. He told himself to keep control.

You laughed sweetly. He was so cute when he blushed.

You were just joking. But didn't know he was actually craving for the touch of your lips, just once. Once would be enough and he would be the luckiest man alive.

Now you frowned, he still wasn't looking away from your lips.

"Sejun, I was just jo-" You couldn't finish.

His hands snaked around your waist to sit you on his lap in a fast motion, disrupting you.

Him touching you in this way, affected you more than you wanted to admit.

"What are you doing?" You whispered.

Your butt sat on his thighs, your feet touched the ground. And your faces weren't that far away from each other either.

"I thought you were bored." His raspy voice made you feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, but what do want now?" You still whispered, so exited for his next move.

He grabbed your hips with more force, to shove you even further to his face.

A groan escaped his throat at the sudden friction he felt of your core grinding on his.

"You don't wanna know what I want to do to you Y/N."

He let his finger slide over your lower lip.

Why was he so changed all out of the blue?

He had waited for years to feel you right there where you sat on in this moment.

"Do you want me to stay still or move?" You asked as you were ready to risk it all.

You were feeling so out of this world, like someone would have drugged you. But you liked it, yeah, you enjoyed it.

"It's your choice, kitten. But be aware that if you cross a certain line I won't be able told back and take you right here, right now." He warned you in a husky voice, while breathing in all of your body right in his hands.

You let out a whiny moan at his dirty talking. You were kinda ready to get to his limits.

"It's okay, just tell me when I have to stop." You breathed out, against his neck.

As he felt your hot breath hit his exposed skin and at the same time, your hips moving into his he fekt like in heaven.

"Y/N~ah." He moaned out and threw his head back.

He felt like he would come right on the spot.

Between your movements you also let out hitched breaths at the immense pleasure your where giving and receiving, although you both still where having all your clothes on. But you forgot about that long ago.

Your bodys where still rocking together as he was watching all of your little expressions that showed on your face.

Though, at some point when you begin to settle kisses on his neck, jaw and cheeks, he couldn't hold himself back any longer and wanted to warn you again so it wouldn't escalate.

"Y/N, Y/N-ah, stop, it's too much!" He almost cried out for you.

You obeyed and stopped, panting a little.

"It's okay." You stroke his cheek. "We can continue this another time, Junnie." You promised.

His eyes flashed with exitement, as he struggled to come down from this so unreal seeming experience with you.

"I- I will just finish this work sheet. I have to calm down." Sejun told me as he got his ability to talk back.

He never thought, he would be able to find the confidence and touch you like this.

And you even agreed!

It was like a dream.

•••

Well, maybe it really was.

Sejun's POV

"Junnie, wake up!" Y/N shook me gently.

I was suddenly torned from my deep sleep. I breathed out and groaned.

I had dreamed everything?!

I felt so disappointed. I wished it would have happened in reality, it was the most pleasureable thing I had ever experienced in my life.

And it came out as just another wet dream of mine.

At this moment I told myself to be more confident and don't behave like a creep that hated skinship.

I had to be more cool with it, orherwise I would never get what I was craving for desperately.

"Are you okay, Sejun-ah?" She looked at me a bit worried as I still wasn't reacting at all.

But her voice finally brought me back to reality.

"No Y/N, I'm not okay." I answered.

"What is it?" She wondered.

I struggled to come up with an excuse, so I decided to be honest with her.

"You and me, we were here in the library and-"

"Oh, that? You weren't dreaming, Junnie. It happened."

I widened my eyes. It wasn't a dream? I blushed.

"But why did I fell asleep then?" I wanted to know, since it all didn't really made sense.

"You wanted to finish your paper to calm down. Well, it worked, you fell asleep." She explained

Suddenly I remembered. I had never dreamed. It had happened in real life.

Maybe I should consider sleeping more instead of watching her. I thought to myself, it was unacceptable to fall asleep during spending time with her.

•••

Third person's POV

You were sitting in the cafeteria of your Highschool, talking to your two guy friends.

It was a day like every other and everything was normal, except for Sejun's behaviour.

He was getting more confident in touching you but immediately blushed when he noticed that you were looking at him with a concerned face.

It was not like you lost interest or anything, you were still reacting to his teasing as intense as before. But you didn't thought he would want the two of you to keep doing these things.

Everything began two days ago in the library. He was getting more and more crazy for you each second.

Right in the moment he was secretly watching you talking to his stepbrother.

You were pure beauty in his eyes and he couldn't stop looking at your soft features and feminine body.

How you used your whole body while demonstrating something to Subin was something Sejun found absolutely adorable.

Every now and then you also glanced at him so he had to act like he wouldn't been staring at you the whole break long and mostly just nodded when you asked for his opinion or just wanted to include him in the conversation.

Sejun almost forgot to eat while being so busy admiring you.

When the bell rang for third period all the students stood up and he noticed that he wasn't the only one who didn't eat most of his food.

"Y/N you only ate your salad." Sejun walked next to you and pointed at your still full tablet with his finger.

You both were walking the same direction to put your tablets away and turn to your class after.

"Oh yeah, I'm not that hungry." You tried to explain.

But the actual reason was something else. You couldn't ignore Sejun's attentive look on you the whole time. You tried your best to ignore this weird feeling in you stomach but it was difficult when you knew that you had to endure that until you would be home.

"But you need to eat, to have enough energy for class." He pointed out while you made your way to the classroom.

Even if all his actions were meant to be innocent without any dirty intentions, it was hard for you to forget how you were sitting directly on his hard boner and could hear these pornografic sounds coming out of his mouth.

You liked how he had reacted to you in some way. Because no one ever had made you feel so wanted like he did that evening.

And you really gave your best to delete it from your memory but you just couldn't when you saw him every single day and felt how tensed he sometimes was. It reminded you of the Sejun that had called you Kitten.

You noticed you hadn't answered him yet and snapped out of your wild thoughts.

"Yes, I know but I have enough energy left. I promise, Junnie." You assured as you two arrived at the right room.

He just gave you a worried look and settled down on his seat like you did.

The three of you weren't directly seated next to each other but close, so the boys could still have an eye on you.

The teacher came in as well and the lesson began soon after.

Byungchan was sitting next to you since a few days, but you have no problem with that because he's very nice. Sometimes he would try to flirt with you and you would just act like you wouldn't know what he was doing.

He was also very handsome and popular at your school, though that hadn't had any affect on you. You just cared about the work you had to do together, nothing else.

Although... you do blushed when he made you a compliment, simply because you found it charming and sweet of him to care about how you looked.

What you didn't know was that Sejun was on the verge of killing him every single day since he sits next to you.

He even asked himself how to quickly and inconspicuously as possible have this done. So he would get rid of him finally.

He was so angry inside but told himself to keep his control awhile longer. You shouldn't suffer under his death too much so Sejun wanted to wait a little longer and threathen Byungchan first, to better stop flirting with you or else he had to be killed.

After a while the class was dismissed and for you, school had ended already. You completely had missed the time and were happy to be able to leave the school building already.

You packed your stuff and didn't even notice that Sejun was standing in front of you.

While he waited he stared down at you until he finally spoke up.

"Hey, Y/N. Do want to go eat ice-cream and hang out a bit maybe?" He asked as he restlessly scratched his neck.

You looked up, surprised to hear his voice instead of Subin's.

"Umm yeah, sure. But where's Subin?" You wanted to know, furrowing your brows and scanning the room to find you other friend.

"He had to leave early today. Mom told him to do his homework once in a lifetime." Sejun's monotonous voice was back and he was a little sad that you wanted to have Subin with you so badly.

You chuckled and put on your blazer and then your backpack, before you nodded at him to move on.

All students had left the classroom already so you were alone.

He started to shiver instead of leaving the room as he knew that he had to speak about what had happened between you two.

"Y/N.. I think we maybe need to talk." His shy self was back again.

"About what?" You asked, as you were wondering if he really would mention the incident again.

"About that day.. when you and I.." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, he was too insecure.

She probably doesn't want me to touch her anyways. Sejun thought and closed his eyes in brief.

"It's okay, Sejun-ah. We can just forget about it if you want." You patted his shoulder as you weren't really sure what to say or do.

"That's not it, Y/N. I want your permission to my touch. I want to be closer to you and not make you uncomfortable." The black haired boy looked to the ground, expecting you to be grossed out.

"You have my permission Sejun-ah, it's okay with me if you touch me more. I like it because I always enjoy your company. You have to know that, alright?" You gave him a warm smile when he finally found the courage to look at you.

He kept quite and nodded before leaving school with you.

He couldn't say it, but he deeply wanted to hold your hand.

You thought and felt the same so you just took the first step and interwined your hand with his.

You didn't expect this to be more than a close friendship but you enjoyed it anyways. As he always made you feel so safe and loved.

And Sejun was feeling like he just got everything he wanted in a matter of seconds. He would protect you, not caring about the rest of the world.

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I edited the story cover by myself but the pictures are not mine (so is the gif), credits to the owners :)

#victon sejun #kpop imagines #victon imagines #sejun smut #yandere #high school au #kpop smut

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catboymingi · 4 years ago

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always there

navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: fluff it’s pure fluff; best friends to lovers

word count: 3.4k

warnings: nausea/throwing up mention briefly (it’s the paragraph after y/n’s first period, so you can just skip that one entirely!)

some things take a little longer, but that doesn’t make them any worse.

mingi had been there for you all your life, being your neighbour ever since you were a baby. he was there for you at age four when you picked a fight with the kindergarten bully (who was a head taller than you) because he said your braids were stupid, and he was there to finish it when your lack of physical size made it seem like you were losing. he was almost angrier than you, because he loved your braids, and he had secretly asked his mother to teach him how to braid hair so he could give you braids even when you came into kindergarten without them. the last time when he got a reward for good behaviour from his parents (which was needed because he could be a real pain sometimes and needed a motivation to act better) he’d asked for colourful hairbands, because he thought you looked cute with them, and he’d seen his older sister always have a few around her wrist in case she’d want to put her hair up randomly, so he picked that habit up as well, having a few brightly coloured hairbands around his wrist at all times.

he was there when you got the grade’s best test for the first time, and when you continued to be better than any other classmates in your tests from then on, fuelled by the sense of accomplishment you’d felt, and he was prouder than your parents because yes, that was his best friend, his smart best friend.

he was there at age seven when you made a memory box and buried it deep in your garden, and he was convinced he would keep what he wrote on his ‘wish for the future’ note, even though he refused to tell you what it was because you were first supposed to know when you were eighteen, because that’s when people graduate and you’d decided the two of you would dig it back out once you had your graduation reports, and you put a sign on the place which you sternly told your parents had to stay until that exact day or you would move out and find new parents to adopt you.

mingi was there when you learned to do the splits at age nine, and he was next to you when you succeeded the first time. and then he was there when you insisted on teaching him, showing him all your stretches and what he had to do to be able to do the splits, painfully unaware of the fact that he had a... complication between his legs that you lacked. but all the days of sore muscles were worth it when he succeeded after weeks of trying, because the proud smile you gave him when he finally did a full splits made him forget about all the pain he’d ever felt.

he was there when you joined a dance team at age eleven, and he was the first one you showed the full choreography you’d learned, not your parents, or your dance teacher, but him. you were the reason he started dancing as well, because when he saw you get so lost in the music and when he saw how passionate you were, he just wanted to share this experience with you. so again, you taught him, spending late night talks during your pyjama parties (at times where you’d promised your parents you would definitely be asleep already - they knew better, but they were happy you were so close) laughing about how you were his personal trainer, and how he had to pay you in cookies. and he did, once more insisting his mother taught him something - this time how to bake your favourite cookies, with rainbow sprinkles and lemon frosting - and surprising you greatly when he came over with a massive box filled with these cookies.

mingi was there when you got your first period at age thirteen, running around shirtless until your parents came to pick you up from school because he had sacrificed his shirt to spare you the embarrassment of your bloodied pants being out in the open for all to see. this time he asked his older sister, because she was the one he’d ask about ‘girl things’ rather than ‘mum things’, insisting she tell him exactly what a period is like and what he could do to make you feel better, and even though he was a little squeamish about knowing there was so much blood involved he ignored that because he wanted you to feel well. as soon as his sister had informed him that it hurts, a lot, and that in her case heat and pressure helped, along with not having to move, and that she was very moody and had a lot of different cravings, mingi went off to the supermarket with the pocket money he’d saved to get himself a new game for his playstation and bought all your favourite snacks (they totalled to like 10€, but he was in all honesty willing to spend all 40€ for you), ringing on your doorbell and telling your mother he was there to take care of you now, which earned him the sweetest smile from her. she adored him, as did everyone who saw how he was ready to do anything for you, who saw how close you were. so she let him in, and he took the route to your room which he knew as well as the route to his own, which he could walk even when he was very tired and it was very dark, and plopped himself on top of you, hugging you tightly and saying that he wasn’t going to let go of you until you felt better, blissfully unaware of the fact that your periods would last eight days, regularly, eight days of suffering, but also eight days of being babied by your best friend.

he was there when your pain got so bad that you had to throw up, following you to the bathroom even though it was really gross and holding back your hair (that he still loved to braid) and rubbing your back and doing all he could to make you feel better. he still had those hairbands around his wrist from when you were four and he’d asked his mother to teach him how to braid hair, and they came in handy now when he carefully tied your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way in case you had to throw up again.

mingi was there to bail you out of detention at age fifteen, which you’d only gotten because you beat up a guy at least a head taller than you and twice your weight but surprised by your determination when said guy had said that your best friend was ugly and stupid and that he’d never get a girlfriend with that face of his.

“say something like that again and you’ll be lucky if you even still have a face people can recognise”, you threatened, and his nose had been bleeding a lot and he’d had several scratches from when you used your long girl nails to your advantage and as a weapon (you knew being scratched with them really hurt because mingi had informed you about that fact one time you accidentally scratched him bloody when trying to pry something from his hands). you were supposed to get a week’s worth of detention, but your best friend, who secretly would’ve done the same for you, convinced the teachers that you’d never do it again and convinced you to - insincerely, but you knew how to fake - apologise to the dude that had just gotten a thorough ass beating, and a few pleading puppy eyed looks later you were free to go home.

he was there on your eighteenth birthday when the two of you decided to go to a club because now you were both allowed to (he’d turned eighteen a few weeks ago, but had waited with this experience because it wouldn’t be as fun without you), and he was there to beat up some dude way older than you that in his drunk haze had tried to grope you, seeing red and resulting in the two of you getting kicked out but you didn’t want to stay there anymore anyway, you wanted to go home and watch a silly rom-com with him as you usually did, knowing that with him nothing bad would happen. he took you home, knuckles bruised but insisting it wasn’t a big deal and that that guy had it coming, and you spent the night cuddled into each other as he braided your hair again, something he’d gotten even better than his mother at during the years, knowing all kinds of fancy braids.

mingi was there on your prom, the day of your graduation, having asked you to be his friend-date because he knew he wouldn’t want to go with anyone else, even though there were certainly girls who hoped he’d finally get over his obsession with you. and you’d agreed because you felt the same way, and you didn’t regret it one bit when he came over to pick you up in a tux, looking fancier and more handsome than you’d ever seen him look even though he seemed so embarrassed. he treated you like a princess all night, dancing with you and swirling you around and running off briefly when you told him your feet hurt from your heels only to return with a pair of sneakers he’d put on the backseat of his father’s car because he had once again asked his sister about what to keep in mind, and she’d informed him that you’d wish you’d brought sneakers after latest two hours of prom in the murder machines called high heels. and of course he’d brought sneakers, then, thoughtful as he was, and he insisted on putting them on for you like the prince had done with cinderella, and after that you kept dancing with him, grinning widely and convinced that no one else at this prom had a better date than you because that simply wasn’t possible.

then, when you were tired from dancing, he french-braided your hair, and neither of you cared that he’d put in a neon pink hairband which didn’t at all match the formal attire you were wearing, because it was mingi and you’d have accepted whatever he put into your hair, you just loved him like that.

he was there that same night, four in the morning, when you’d returned from prom and changed into pyjamas and sneaked into the garden to dig out the memory box you buried when you were seven, and even though he was so embarrassed about what he’d written down back then he still wished for it, and he thought that maybe he could tell you, now, and make his wish become a reality. the sign you’d put was still where you’d put it, falling apart slowly due to the years, but you didn’t pay it much mind as you dug out the little metal box. you laughed when you saw the things you’d put in there, each of you having put a 2€ coin which back then felt like a huge amount of money because seven-year-olds don’t know how the adult world works yet, and which you’d put as “savings for your first home together”. most other items were equally silly, and it was first when it came to the little notes with your wishes that mingi started being quiet, and you noticed immediately, of course you did, worrying a little.

“are you okay?” he nodded, but you could tell he wasn’t.

“do you want me to just ignore these notes? we can do that, you know, it’s all fine.” but he didn’t want you to, part of him really wanted you to read seven-year-old mingi’s wish, because it was still just as true. he just wanted to read yours first.

you’d wished for mingi and you to be best friends forever and ever and ever, and he smiled. it wasn’t exactly like his wish, but at least you’d wished for him to be in your future as well.

“can i read yours now?”, you asked softly, still wanting to make sure that he absolutely didn’t mind and that it wouldn’t make him feel bad, caring for him as you always did.

“go ahead.” he was nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt, a habit he’d had ever since you were young and you’d started stealing his clothes and wearing them better than him, and you took the flashlight from his hands to be able to see what he’d written.

“seven-year-old you had an awful handwriting”, you told him, “it’ll take me a while to decipher these hieroglyphics.” but you were smiling at him before your brows furrowed in concentration, trying really hard to see just what he had written, but it was impossible, single letters being the most you could make out.

“i’m sorry”, you told him, because now you wouldn’t even know his wish for the future and that kind of made you sad. you didn’t know if mingi still remembered it, either, so you feared it was lost, that seven-year-old mingi’s wish would remain nothing but a wish, unlike yours.

“i remember what i wrote”, he informed you quietly, and, when he saw your sad expression, told you: “i wrote that i want to marry you when we’re big.” you looked at him surprised, face half-lit by the flashlight which you were now pointing directly at him because you weren’t really paying attention to the item in your hand after what he’d said, and which you first thought to lower once he was covering his eyes to prevent being blinded.

“i’m sorry!”, you exclaimed before pointing it at his stomach, wanting to still be able to see his face but most definitely not wanting to blind him. then you looked at him, and he looked so vulnerable there that you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and hold him as you always did.

“i still kind of do.” his voice was even more quiet now, and you knew he wasn’t joking by his tone, because you knew the way his voice sounded with any feeling he felt, because you’d seen them all, been there with him through them all. and this was the voice he’d used that time he told you that he couldn’t come to your birthday party because he was sick, even though you’d planned a big exciting getaway with him, complete with going to the movies and the arcade and getting late-night ice cream and everything. you’d just come over to his place that time, spending the day in bed with him and he promised he’d make up for it later, but this voice was the ‘i’m scared i’m about to make you feel really really bad’ voice he used when he didn’t yet know things would be okay. like now.

“i know we’ve always just been best friends, but you’ve always been the only girl i could imagine myself growing old with. and the older i got, the more i realised that i just really want to grow old with you.” you nodded, showing him that you’d heard him while you thought of what to say. you had definitely thought of him similarly, and while you thought it was normal best friend behaviour to want to grow up with no one but your other half it occured to you now that you maybe just hadn’t noticed yourself falling for him, because it had happened so gradually. but he’d always been there, through everything, and you wanted him to always be there through the rest, too.

“i don’t think i want to marry you”, you told him slowly, and his face fell for a second before you continued, “yet. you’re just my best friend, and i think marrying you right away would be a little hasty. also our parents would kill us.” you managed to make him smile with that, the smile you loved so much, the smile that always managed to make you smile as well, no matter how bad you felt.

“maybe we should start with dating and see where that takes us?” you saw the surprise on his face, being able to tell from his expression that he hadn’t expected anything like this, and you knew he was going to double check. and he did, of course he did, because this was mingi and you knew him and knew how he acted, because you knew him better than anyone else.

“you really want to date me?”

you nodded. “there’s never really been anyone else, i guess. even though i didn’t realise. but you’ve always been so perfect and i knew no one would be able to reach your standards, so i didn’t even bother. really, who else would learn how to french-braid or do the splits for me?” you smiled at him, taking one of his hands into yours and squeezing it gently, softly.

“i think everyone’s been seeing us as a couple anyway”, you then added, laughing at how you literally went to prom with him as your date and still thought you were just doing normal best friend things. and he laughed as well, the anxiety that had built up in his chest slowly disappearing because you were right, because whenever you went to a restaurant or anything with him they’d address you as his girlfriend, and though you’d always laugh about it that’d secretly make his heart skip a few beats ever since it first happened.

“so are we?”, he checked again, but because it was late and your mind was clouded by happiness and sleepiness you didn’t immediately get what he meant.

“are we what?” your eyes were big and round and looking at him confused and he wanted to hold you, to protect you, to never let go of you ever again. and he wanted to kiss you, for the first time not scared about that thought and the implications it held for your friendship.

“a couple? now?” you could tell he was embarrassed, but he was so adorable, so beautiful and soft and he was the only boy you’d ever had eyes for, and you didn’t have to think twice about what to answer.

“if you want?” and you knew that he’d misinterpret this as you doing it for his sake only, so before he could reply to that you added: “i’d love it”, and you smiled at him with your eyes competing with the stars in how bright they were shining, and if mingi had to pick who was shining brighter and more beautifully his choice would be you, without a doubt.

“i want. and i want to kiss you, too.” but he didn’t do it, no matter how much he wanted to, not until you’d verbally confirmed that he could, because even though you were probably his girlfriend now he wasn’t going to assume that you’d want the same things he wanted, he was going to make sure that everything he did would always be okay with you, he was going to protect you from all the hurt in the world.

but as soon as you told him he could he pulled you in, not wasting a single second as he placed his lips on yours softly, still careful, still scared he might hurt you. but he didn’t have to worry, you only pulling away so you could move onto his lap because the sitting knee-to-knee opposite each other kind of position wasn’t the best for comfortably kissing and also because you wanted to be closer to him. the flashlight was rolling somewhere on the ground behind you two as you dropped it, because you’d much rather have mingi’s soft hair in your hands, and when the two of you felt like you’d kissed enough to make up for years of unspoken feelings you leaned your foreheads against each other, and you got the chance to look into his beautiful, beautiful brown eyes, the eyes that always made you feel so warm and safe.

“i’m your girlfriend”, you told him quietly, to confirm it to both him and yourself because it still felt so unreal.

he started smiling widely, and though you weren’t able to clearly see it due to the flashlight pointing anywhere but to the two of you you could hear it in his voice and feel it in the way his grip around you tightened ever so slightly.

“you’re my everything.”

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dreadpoetssociety · 4 years ago

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Reasons To Get A Puppy

Prompt: hi! could you write a spencer x sister and she just hangs out at the bau as much as possible and even when they’re on cases she just hangs out with garcia the whole time and also she could have animal pics on standby since they cheer garcia up after looking at details of cases

Note: I know this is incredibly short, but I actually really enjoyed writing this one up real quick. I LOVE Garcia and I can only imagine how she would get along with Spencer’s younger sister. Thank you so much for this prompt, I hope you enjoy!

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Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader

Words: 939

You ran out of your seat as the last school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Smoothly, but somewhat aggressively, you rushed towards the student lot to the car you’d bought yourself a few months ago with money you’d earned from working multiple jobs over the summer. It was used, a little beat up, but it stood out in a parking lot and it was yours. You loved it to death.

You hopped into the driver’s seat and scrambled for your keys. It wasn’t long after you turned on the car that you ended up at the building that housed the BAU. Technically, you needed a federal I.D to park in the garage, but the employees gave up on trying that with you, since they knew you would (and had) found another way in.

Having used one of your brother’s old I.Ds to get through the first few sets of doors, you greeted everyone on your way upstairs to where he worked. He wasn’t there, though. Spencer was out on a case in the Middle Of Nowhere, Oregon, but that’s not who you were there to see, anyway. Sure, having him show you everything was cool, and you tried to absorb anything the team told you, but something you took particular interest in was Garcia’s computer skills. It actually freaked you out a bit, sometimes, knowing that everything you’ve ever done, deleted or not, everywhere you’ve ever been, could be traced within seconds on Garcia’s computer. You were just thankful that Reid had decided to leave you your online privacy, because you would be embarrassed if he ever found your blog on tumblr. Those were things he never needed to see. But, thankfully, Garcia was incredibly understanding, and once secretly helped you by creating a program that protected that stuff from techno-hating Spencer Reid. It was never anything bad or inappropriate, of course, just your guilty pleasures.

You walked right through the glass doors, and a couple eyes glance up at you for a second. The other agents always found it weird that you were here basically every day. Some would ask why you didn’t hang out with your friends like a normal teenager. You replied that the BAU were your friends.

You walked down a hallway and opened up a door to see Garcia typing away. Then, you caught a glimpse of one of the screens to see some pretty gruesome looking photos. Contrary to popular belief, you actually hated looking at those. You did find profiling and everything incredibly interesting, but you absolutely hated seeing the things that happened to these victims, and if not that it made you squeamish. You almost cried every time.

“Hey, Little Reid.” Garcia greeted.

“Oh, Garcia, is Girl Genius there?” you heard Morgan over a phone call. You found it funny that Morgan always seemed to call you “Girl Genius.” You were no where near the level of intelligence your brother was at your age. You didn’t skip any grades, your report cards were good, though. But you definitely wouldn’t be able to tell someone the population of some random city off the top of your head. Also, you were bad at math. Astronomically bad at math.

“Sure is, Sugar.” she replied to him.

“Hey, Y/N! I’d love to talk, but I’m on a bit of a time crunch. I’ll tell the kid you said hello.”

“Thanks Morgan.” you laughed. You didn’t even have to ask him to say hi to Reid, he just knew. You heard the phone click, “So what’cha up to?”

“Oh you know, just a bunch of people being violently killed who have no relations at all. Typical Tuesday.” Garcia sighed. You both turned to the pictures on the screen, “This is the worst part of this job.”

“Yeah.” you replied. Garcia was like you when it came to seeing the victims. She took it personally, and you knew that it made her upset to see. So, you always had backup animal pictures saved to your phone, “Wanna see something?”

“Sure.” she said sadly. You pulled out your phone.

“I’m trying to convince Spencer to let me get a puppy, but I can’t decide on which kind.” you showed the phone to her and she instantly smiled. She grabbed the phone and scrolled through the countless images of little puppies.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you have to get this one. It’s so cute I could die.” she laughed, showing a picture of a little Pomeranian, “Good luck convincing him of anything, though.”

“I’m trying so hard to come up with any argument that he would have against me so I can be prepared, but I don’t know what I don’t know and he knows literally everything.” you said, “Oh no, Garcia, the little spotted one has my heart.”

“If you get one, you should name it Penelope. I’ve heard that’s a nice name.”

“What if it’s a boy?” you asked.

“Then you should name it…” she thought for a second, “Penelope. I heard that’s a good name, too.”

You both laughed and looked at a few more puppies before she turned to you with a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N, I really needed that.”

“Any time, Garcia.” you answered back. You put your phone back in your pocket, and watched as your inspiration worked away, and within a few hours, the case was solved. By then, you knew Spence wouldn’t be back home until the next day, so Garcia offered to let you stay with her.

You spent the whole night looking at puppies, and coming up with a list of reasons as to why Spencer should let you adopt one.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x sister reader #garcia #penelope garcia #derek morgan #morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #reid #spencer reid

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luvspence · 4 years ago

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tw// drinking, alcohol, being drunk

“text from spencer reid:

“guess what”

“you caught him?”

“yes!”

“awe good job”

“thank you, the team is getting drinks and they asked if you wanna come with”

you got scared, the ice was already broken with his team but they still heavily intimidated you. you were awkward enough as it is and the stress of making a good impression on spencers friends did not help.

“yeah of course! where should i meet you all?”

“oh don’t worry about it i’ll come and pick you up in an hour?”

“okie”

you nervously paced around your apartment, thinking about how it would go. and before you knew it you got the “i’m here” text from spencer

you smoothed out your shirt and said to yourself in the mirror

“just people”

you got into spencer’s car and greeted him, he immediately picked up your nervousness

“you know they love you”

“no spenxer they love you and i’m just an appendage to you. what if they secretly hate me, and think i’m not good enough for you i mean you have three phds and i don’t even have 1 yet and i’m not a genuis and i don’t save lives i’m a barista, and sometimes i trip over my words and physically trip like today in the store my shoe was untied and it got caught on a my shopping cart and i tripped onto the cart it was so embarrassing anyway”

“you’re so cute”

“this is not the time nor the place”

“you’re ridiculous y/n they love you”

“mhm” you said as you slouched and stared at spencers car window

you guys arrived and spencer opened your door and took your arm as you walked in

“i feel like a middle schooler walking into a dance”

he looked at you puzzled

“oh right you didn’t do that”

“nope i skipped those grades”

spencer spotted his friends at a table

you waved, half hiding behind spencer

“hello!”

they all said hi back, you retreated to a seat next to penelope

“hi y/n!”

“h-hello”

“what’s the matter?”

“i’m frightened by you all”

“oh my gosh don’t be”

morgan walked over, spencer immediately grabbed him by the collar in an effort to pull him away from you but his efforts with fruitless

“hi princess”

you looked around looking for who he could be talking to, he laughed in response

“hello y/n”

“oh hello”

“could i get you something to drink?”

“uh yeah a beer would be nice thanks”

“of course my lady, jeez spencer couldn’t even get your own girl a drink, y/n if he don’t treat you right i’m always here”

you laughed while spencer glared at derek

spencer came up behind you and whispered

“i thought you didn’t drink?”

“i don’t, usually”

that wasn’t a lie, you had an extremely low alchcol tolerance so you were quite literally gone after 1 drink, but you figured a beer could take the edge off

morgan handed you a beer and you thanked him, you started to converse with the other team members.

“i love your top!” jj said

“oh hah thanks, it needs to be ironed though” you giggled as you tried to smooth down the top with your hands

you talked in a little girls circle with jj emily and penelope, you felt good there and safe, the beer was helping with the nervousness or was it.

everyone was on the dance floor, even hotch, which was extremely funny to spencer. you and spencer were both extremely stiff and unable to dance so you stayed at the table and watched the others.

you layed on his shoulder, and you were being eerily quiet

“y/n?”

“hmmmmmmmm?”

“are you in there?”

“most certainly my dearest”

“y/n are you drunk”

“am i??????”

“that’s only your second beer”

“and????????????”

he looked at you and laughed, you were tracing all his facial features with your finger

“you’re such a pretty man”

“well you’re a very pretty lady y/n”

“hehe you think so???” you giggled

“i know so”

at this point he was holding your whole upper body up, if he would’ve let go you would’ve gone topppling over

you finished your second beer and put it down, you were pretty gone at that point.

“spencer”

“hm?”

“i’m cold”

he proceeded to put his cardigan on you

“i’m warm now”

“are you?”

“oh nooooooooooo”

“what y/n?”

“now you’re cold!”

“oh no i’m fine, i assure yo-“

before he could finish you wrapped your arms around his torso

“sharing body heat!!!!!”

“indeed”

jj and hotch already headed out and spenxer thought it was about time you guys did too.

you guys returned to spencers apartment, he started to get out the pedialite because he knew your electrolytes would be thankful for that, by the time he arranged all of it you were passed out on the couch, in spencers cardigan still.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fluffy #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x y/n

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cheeriecherry · 4 years ago

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The Dogma Of Childhood Friends [1/4]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: fluff, mild mild angst

Part 1/4

You stand shyly at the front of the second grade classroom, pulling anxiously at your sleeves as twenty-some-odd children stared at you expectantly.

“H-hello…” you said, barely audible, even in the silence of the room, “I’m...I’m Y/N. I just moved to the district two days ago, and I...I…” You glance up at your teacher, who smiles down at you from beside you, nodding in encouragement. You swallow nervously.

“And I...like cats?”

Your new teacher pats your head gently, praising you softly. “Thank you for the introduction, Y/N,” she chimes, and turns to address the rest of the class, “Everyone, let’s make her feel welcome!”

Chatter starts up again in the room, and the teacher points you towards an empty seat near the window. You make your way over quickly, keeping your head low until you reach the safety of the desk. You set your bag down, and begin pulling out your school supplies.

The boy beside you watches you curiously as you set your pencil case on your desk.

“Calico cats are lucky, you know?” He says suddenly, catching you off guard. You glance at him, then down at your pencil case, which you remember has the aforementioned ‘lucky cat’ printed on it.

“Really?” you wonder. “Maybe that’s why my mom bought it for me, so I’d have a little extra luck today.”

The two of you smile shyly at each other.

“I’m Y/N,” you tell him, and pause, “I...guess you knew that already, though. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures you, having taken note of your nervousness. “It’s polite to say it, anyways. I’m Shinsou-”

“Hey, leave the new kid alone, villain!” A sharp voice calls from a few desks away. You look away from the purple haired boy, and watch as a group of girls come to a halt in front of you.

You frown. “Villain?”

The leader of the three girls nods, taking a seat on the edge of your desk. She swings her leg around like she owns the place, bumping it against your bookbag. “He brainwashes people with his quirk, y’know?” she explains, glaring at him. “I bet he could make them do all kinds of terrible things. It would be best if you stayed away from him. You can hang out with us instead.”

You look back at the boy, Shinsou, to find him engrossed in his schoolwork. But you don’t miss the little tears that have gathered in the corners of his eyes.

With a newfound bravery, you reach forwards and shove the girl off your desk, dropping her unceremoniously on the floor. You peer down at her angrily, glaring even as she gets up and dusts herself off.

“What the heck-”

“The only one here who’s acting like a villain is you! You shouldn’t judge people based on their quirks, when it’s their actions that decide what kind of person they are. And right now, Shinsou’s the only one who’s being nice.”

The girls stare at you in shock, clearly not used to anyone rejecting them. It doesn’t last, though, and their expressions quickly morph into sneers. “No one is gonna be friends with you, if you hang out with him.”

You stick your tongue out at them, “As if I’d even want to be friends with losers like you.”

“Whatever!”

You glare holes in their backs as they walk away.

“They’re...right, you know?”

Your expression softens immediately, and you turn back to the boy beside you.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“No one will be friends with you if you hang out with me.”

You smile at him, friendly, and sure of yourself. “You and I will just have to be friends, then. What do you say, Shinsou?”

You offer him your hand, and he stares at it for a second. He seems almost unsure of you, as if you’ll whip away from him at any moment and yell ‘sike’.

But when he takes your hand, and you don’t pull away, he gains some of his confidence back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

SEVEN YEARS LATER

“Toshiiiii!” you cheer, leaping off the ground and onto the back of your best friend. He pretends for a moment to buckle under your weight, but when he eventually hooks his arms under your thighs, you settle and stop squirming. “I missed you!”

He rolls his eyes. “We saw each other at lunch, doofus.”

You wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, resting your chin on him. “Not for very long,” you whine. “After that horse quirk girl was rude to you, you disappeared. Poof!”

Hitoshi lets go of your legs, and you slowly slide down him with a pout.

“That’s because I knew you’d have a go at her,” he sighs, “and that’s not something I want to witness.”

“Well, if you’d stand up for yourself, I wouldn’t have to do it for you~”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“See previous statement.”

“Y/N, I’ve accepted that people see me as a villain. Why can’t you?”

You stand up and dust yourself off, frowning sternly at him. “Because they’re wrong. They’re wrong to treat you badly because of your quirk, and they’re wrong to assume you’re a bad person when they don’t even make the effort to know you! They’re wrong to-”

“Okay, I get it!” he snaps. You know better, though. His ton says ‘annoyance’, but the small smile on his lips says he’s secretly pleased. “But it doesn’t matter what other people think, not to me. I’ll be a hero regardless of them, maybe even in spite of them. You and I...nevermind.”

You tilt your head, curious as to what he was going to say, but he starts walking away so you let the conversation end.

“Speaking of heroes,” you say, skipping along beside him, “did you get your acceptance letter from Yuuei, yet?”

Hitoshi considers you for a second, expression carefully neutral.

“What makes you think it’ll be an acceptance letter?”

You gape at him, like a very cute fish. “Because you’re amazing?” you say, as if the answer is obvious.

He rolls his eyes again.

“Shinsou Hitoshi, don’t you make that face at me!” you scold him gently. You’ve never liked the way he seems to quietly put himself down, especially after an incident where someone decides he’s a villain. “Do you know how many people you could help, using your quirk? Hostages, keeping people calm and orderly in crisis situations, walking them through escape routes. You could stop a crime in its tracks, just by goading someone on!”

“Yeah, but I’m not flashy.”

“Neither are a lot of pros! But that hasn’t stopped them from achieving their dreams, or from doing the right thing.”

The two of you stop in front of his house, your short walk home done for the day. He moves to walk inside.

“Hitoshi!” you call from the sidewalk, and he pauses in the doorway.

You flash him a grin.

“You’re a good person, and you deserve the world!”

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Half an hour later finds you sitting on your bed, frantically texting your best friend. Beside you is your laptop, and beneath that is a letter from Yuuei, hastily opened and read.

#hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha x reader #mha #reader insert #Childhood Friends AU #bnha x you #shinsou x you #shinsou hitoshi x you #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x you #bnha fic #bnha drabble #shinsou hitoshi

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got2ghost-archive · 4 years ago

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happy 10th birthday to one direction here is a trans louis fic i will never finish

3 months on T.

Louis wasn’t angry often before T. Rambunctious and always loud, loud, loud, but never quite as pissed off as he feels all the time now. T is deepening his voice and making his chin grow a few hair and chiseling his jaw, and stretching out his bones until they form new fault lines. He’s like tectonic plates underneath his skin; but he feels like a rocket, spiraling off into space, like one of the ones that don’t make it and just explode from a loose screw, a miscalculation — no survivors.

He notices it first when he catches his mum packing away some dresses he used to have to wear for donation. She’d gotten so tearful for a second, when she thought he couldn’t see her and she’d hugged the pink, floral pattern fabric to her chest and buried her head in it and cried, like someone had died. And he got so fucking angry, seeing her like that. He wanted to march in there, rip the dress out of her hand and tear it to shreds. I’m right here and that was never me. Stop having a funeral for a daughter who was never a daughter.

Instead, he storms out the house, down the street, takes a sharp right and up the hill until he can let out a scream that bubbles up the veins in his throat. A flock of birds startle and fly out of the trees and he watches them, unprepared for the wind catching them to and fro. He feels better, less angry. And then guilty.

He loves his mum and she had been unsurprised somehow, when he told her he was a boy. She’d been supportive and took him to his first doctor’s visits, signed the papers to get him hormones, bought his first binder.

Something is wrong with me, he thinks, burying his face in his hands.

He calls Stan, because Stan’s his best mate and has been since they were still wetting their nappies together and nothing has changed, even though Louis’ name is different and he’s got to stick a needle in his thigh every day. He doesn’t even wait for Stan to say hello, just blurts out, “Is something wrong with me?” Stan takes a moment. He can hear him breathing through his nostrils. “What’re you on about?” “I almost yelled at me mum, is what. Over nothing! She was putting away dresses to donate at work, me old ones, and I almost yelled at her for crying over them. I feel like— shit. I feel like a shit son. I feel like a shit person.”

“Nah, nothing’s wrong with you. Just going through puberty again, ain’t you?” Stan says, easily enough. “Remember at Tommy’s birthday. We were fourteen or summat and I had like—” “You ate half the cake before Tommy—” “Yeah, and then tossed it all up and then shouted at you when you were trying to clean up after me, like I almost punched you, which wouldn’t of been right at the time.” “Because I was a girl?” Louis says, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, well no, sort of, but because you were my best mate and you was just trying to help me out, you dick’ead. Anyway, puberty, innit? Just go apologize to your mum, even if you didn’t yell at her. It’ll make you feel better.”

Louis sighs. “Okay, you’re right. Can you come round for a pint, first? I’m fuckin’ starving.” “Yeah, alright. See you in a bit.”

Louis gets his favorite plate and a pint and feels better by the time he goes staggering home.

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1 year on T.

It hadn’t actually occurred to Louis that he might actually be gay until he’s stuck in a small cabin in the French Alps with Stan, Stan’s girlfriend Anika, her group of friends: Mark, Celine, Danny, Gemma, and Gemma’s younger brother, Harry.

He thought it might be silly to just only now be thinking about his sexuality and having a mild crisis about it when he was a 19 year old man; but then the little Stan voice in his head (not the actual Stan, who was too busy snogging his girlfriend Anika, these days) told him that he’d spent the last year a bit busy with the whole transitioning thing. It was probably normal and alright that he hadn’t come round to thinking about boys or girls, their bits mixing around with his bits. He hadn’t properly dated anyone in school, as he was too busy rebelling, cutting his hair, taping his name to his chest, and spending all of his brain power correcting people using the wrong name and the wrong pronoun.

The fire crackled on. Their ski gear piled in a wet corner. Louis wiggled his still numb toes, trying to listen to Anika’s friends tell a story and not stare at Harry, who was very fucking captivating to look at. Louis would even go as far as saying he was beautiful. He had green eyes and a ridiculous mop of curly hair, and a propensity for touching and biting his puffy, pouty, chapped lips. Louis could not stop staring at him, which he was beginning to worry was very rude.

Harry looked up and caught his eye and Louis’ heart squeezed in his chest. He stood up, abruptly and Stan’s head whipped up with him, eyebrows raised. “Toilet,” Louis whispered to him and then skipped out of the room, heart still pounding in his chest.

“Me too,” Harry said, and Louis wanted to cry out No! But he couldn’t, obviously. He nodded and then headed off to the bathroom upstairs, each wood floor creaking beneath his feet and drowning out the cacophony of teenage hormones downstairs.

“I didn’t actually have to use the toilet. Just wanted to get away for a bit,” Louis admitted over his shoulder. “Are you having a good time?” Harry’s surprisingly deep voice cut into his thoughts. “Huh? Yeah. Me and Stan haven’t skied up here in a few years. What about you?” “This is my first time skiing. My sister’s mad that she had to take me with her, cause mum wouldn’t let her off without me. I dunno, trying to have fun. I think I’m a bit rubbish at skiing, and then everyone here is, like, a couple. Cept for you and me, of course. Um, unless, do you have a girlfriend… back home?”

“No, I haven’t. Have… you? Or anyone you like?” Louis fished for an answer, feeling very much like he was a grade-schooler again.

“No,” Harry said, touching his lips again. “Everyone back in Holmes Chapel is like…. heterosexual,” Harry said, keeping eye contact with Louis, who went a little warm. Harry said like a lot, like he watched a lot of American telly and would some day end up in California, being openly gay, and all. “That sounds awful,” Louis supplied helpfully and Harry broke out into a grin.

“I joined up LGBT groups in my area, but they don’t meet very often. I just want to get out of there and be in Manchester already. I’ve heard they have a good gay scene there.” “Is that where you want to go to Uni?” Harry nodded, his curls bouncing. He swept it back and Louis briefly saw the spots along his forehead. They were very cute, but he could tell Harry was self conscious of them because he fussed his hair back in place as quickly as possible.

Louis started to feel especially sweaty in his binder, underneath his jumper. His nipples were so fucking itchy, it was driving him absolutely crazy. He wanted to reach under and palm at them and then all he could think about was the cream he had tucked away in his bag downstairs. “How long have you known Stan?” “Since I was a baby. We grew up together.” “Oh. Are you like, jealous of them? Stan and Anika?” Louis wasn’t sure what Harry was fishing for. Was it just an innocent question or did he want to know if Louis was secretly in love with his best friend or something. “Nah,” Louis said, stretching back. “Anika’s a nice girl and she makes Stan happy. Sometimes it is annoying when I want to hang out with Stan, but I’ve got other mates too and when I’m starting up Uni this year, I’m planning on making more friends.” Harry seemed somewhat disappointed by this answer and Louis wasn’t sure what he’d said wrong. “I’m jealous of Gemma. She’s always got boyfriends. I’m seventeen now and I haven’t even properly kissed anyone since I was thirteen and that was a dare.”

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catwithangerissues · 4 years ago

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Okay so I accidentally deleted the submission... oopsie? Anyways, this is for you, @almalckd ✨ Okay b, I hope I don’t disappoint :,( I’m so scared lol

*drumroll* I’d match you with...

SHIRABU!

Okay okay, hear me out..

-You’re very academic, graduating with highest honors and skipping a grade + being super great with foreign language! Shirabu is also a super academic guy, and I think it work out well between you, especially when it comes to having important conversations, because I feel like he’d understand you really well/what you were trying to say. And you two would also be able to go to eachother if you had questions about school! Also, study dates??? Duh!

-You may not like physical touch, but that’s okay! Shirabu isn’t a big fan of pda anyways, and if you do ever become more open to it, I don’t think he’d mind as long as you gave him a warning. He’d never push you out of your comfort zone that’s for sure, and he’s a tsundere anyways lol.

-You’re introverted, and kinda salty from what you say. Let me tell you, Kenji is a little salt shaker lmao. He’s again, a tsundere, but I genuinely don’t think he’d ever make you the butt of his jokes, especially knowing how anxious and introverted you can be, he’s an insecure person, so he definitely understands those feelings. You wouldn’t be safe from a sarcastic comment (or 10 lol) but he’d never put you down like he does other people when he’s feeling hot headed. (I’m looking at you, Goshiki and Semi.)

-He may be hotheaded sometimes, but it’s because he’s super passionate about his sport. You being a passionate person and competitive + being super dedicated to your sport too? Oh, he’d be head over heels immediately. You both have the tendency to beat yourselves up for not achieving exactly what you want to, and you often push yourselves a little too far, causing breakdowns. But since you share that quality, I think it would be easier for you two to comfort one another, since you understand each other that way. You both know how the other is feeling when they explain those feelings, and it makes it easier to accept the comfort, knowing that.

-You play piano, and for some reason I feel like shirabu is the kinda guy to secretly get really relaxed when he overhears you playing. Maybe it’s the sight of you just enjoying your craft, but he feels like there’s nothing in the world to be worried about at that moment. While he wouldn’t ever tell you upfront, you’d probably get little glimpses here and there of that appreciation. Maybe him leaning back from his computer and closing his eyes, just listening to you play while he relaxes and takes a break from studying to hear you serenade him.. It eases his anxiety knowing you’re just in his presence.

-Back to the competitive thing, you two would totally have friendly competitions everyday. Like who was gonna make the higher grade on this next exam? Or whoever finishes homework last has to clean up the snacks. Or loser of this bet has to buy the others favorite lunch. It’ll be s’ cute watching your little faces get all focused trying to beat each other lol

-And PHYSICALLY. Holy shit, you guys would be so cute. Roughly the same height but I think everything else plays off of one another. Your dark wavy hair, his light and straight for example. I definitely think he’d poke fun at how you were just.. ever so slightly.. like centimeters shorter than him. And he’d always have a smug smirk on his face too lol

-And for you clothing style, I think he’d love the confidence you gained when wearing those leather pants lmao. He’d secretly eat it up seeing you all excited about an outfit. He’d definitely let you borrow his hoodies too, but he’d always give an eye roll when you asked even though you know he doesn’t mean it <3 I also think you telling him you don’t really like hugs at first, so he shyly gave the suggestion that you could wear his hoodie if you wanted, so you’d still feel that comfort but also not be uncomfortable, would be SO CUTE OKAY. (I will totally write a Drabble about this if you want lmao)

I hope you like it, I’m a shirabu simp and I just got these vibes from what you said :,)) Anyways, if you want me to retry lmk, I HOPE I DIDNT DISAPPOINT YOU 😭

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu fluff #hq shirabu #shirabu drabble #haikyuu shirabu #haikyuu matchup

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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Hello! Could I get headcanons for the main 10 with a Scholar who likes to leave love letters around for them to find?

Yes! 💗 and thank you for the request ✊ I'm not sure if they're already dating or not? I'm gonna assume they are. (This turned out to be so long! I'm gonna flood the tags again...)

Alistair

- first time you gave him one, it was on his desk

- he tried to read as swiftly as he could, but as he was reading through it, he started getting weird looks from the other students

- not surprising, he was grinning the whole time

- Raquel tried to look over his shoulder

- "Oooohhh~ what's that? A love letter? You're so popular with the ladies haha."

- he immediately hides it and stuffs it in his bag

- "Psh. N-no? It was just uhhh... homework!"

- poor boy sucks at lying

- "Of course, I'm sure everyone smiles like that at homework."

- Alistair keeps on giving you glances during class

- he didn't have the time to read all of it but he did see that you signed it and your handwriting is really recognizable

- afterwards, he quietly reads it in his room

- his heart races at each word

- comes to your room as soon as he finishes reading it

- "Y/N I came here to th- than- uhhh? Yeah! To thank you! Haha..."

- for a hot second he forgot how words work

- is laughing out of nervousness

- after that, you keep giving him more and more letters

- he starts consciously expecting to find one on his desk when he walks in

- is really sad when there's nothing on the desk...

Axel

- he already receives a lot of love letters ("fanmail") so how can you give it to him while making sure that he knows it's yours right away?

- you thought of a silly trick to throw him off guard

- When he's walking through the hallways you call out his name and give him the letter, you tell him that "he dropped this"

- he's surprised so he automatically grabs the letter

- "Oh! Thank you for picking it up for- Wait. I don't think this is mine. Uh...?"

- too late! You ran away immediately

- it takes him a few seconds to understand what you just did

- he's excited! But of course he's not going to read it in the middle of the hallway

- skips the beginning of next class to read it carefully in the cafeteria

- he blushes furiously at how passionate the letter is

- he's persuaded that you could write a beautiful love song

- comes in class 20 minutes late and gets detention from Tadashi but to be honest, he doesn't even care anymore

- When he walks in, he gives you a subtle look but you know what that look means

- you're so embarrassed that you try to ignore him the whole period... until he stealthly throws a paperball on your desk

- you open it, it says "look my way"

- even though you're mortified, you do so anyway

- he waves at you and smirks all knowingly

- ohhhh boy, you look away again

- you hear a stifled laugh, he probably thinks your reaction was really cute

Claire

- she often lends you pretty little boxes with cookies in them

- but when you have to give the box back to her, you get an idea

- you put a love letter in the empty box and give it back to Claire

- she discovers it in the evening when she opens the box, expecting to only find crumbs you left behind

- blinks a few times and closes the box

- opens it again and the letter is still inside

- she thinks "it wasn't a hallucination!"

- reads it really slowly because she has to stop at each sentence to calm herself down

- the next day she gives you the box again with the new cookies she baked yesterday

- runs away as soon as you take the box

- you open it and there's a letter on top of the cookies, it's a response to your letter!

- seems like she was too shy to tell you in person

- to fit the theme of the letter: the cookies are heart-shaped

- you guys keep on exchanging letters through the box and it becomes a habit between the two of you

Ellie

- since she doesn't have a roommate, you slide the letter through the small space under her door

- finds it on the floor when she gets back to her room

- OwO whats dis?

- opens it and reads it super quickly

- she's so giddy that she reads over it multiple times

- sends you text messages with lots of emojis in them

- "Thank youuu 💖💕💗 you sweetheart!!! 💘💝😍😊😘"

- builds a robot to deliver letters between the two of you

- it knocks on the door and if you don't open it to take the letter, it goes back to Ellie

- she teaches you how to use the robot!

- "Don't worry! If someone else snatches the letter away from the robot it'll activate an alarm on my phone! And it's not like we need to sign the letters, we can use codenames!"

- You remind her that she's the only one in the pure and applied sciences department to create cute robots like those

- "Ah whoops... well uh, to be fair everyone already knows that we're dating so... no need to hide it!"

Karolina

- she probably doesn't care much about love letters

- she always thought that it's childish and extremely ridiculous

- that is until you gave her one

- the really first time you gave the letter to her directly or else she wouldn't read it, not knowing that it was from you

- she's all proud of herself while reading it

- she agrees with each statement but still blushes

- "Of course I'm gorgeous! You didn't have to write that part..."

- she's actually a sucker for books, especially from the romance genre

- you make her feel like a heroine from one of those books and she's secretly really happy about it

- but she'll never admit that of course

- after a while she gets inspired and tries to write one herself

- she thinks "I'll show you how it's done!"

- ends up getting really embarrassed at the thought of you reading the letter and doesn't give it to you until the end of the year

Neha

- after multiple attempts you somehow managed to sneak the letter in one of her sketchbooks

- too bad you couldn't see the surprise on her face when she found your letter

- she wanted to work for a few hours and brainstorm ideas for some new outfits

- but her plans went out of the window

- she read it. Put it on the side and started thinking about you during a solid 20 minutes

- wants to thank you but doesn't know how to do it without sounding like a little kid

- decides to send you a text for now, but she'll also write you a letter later

- "Thank you a lot for the letter. I really appreciate it."

- thinks that maybe it's a little bit too cold so she adds a heart emoji at the end

- cringes to herself while sending it

- gets back to work but sometimes she draws your face on the side

- scribbles all over it when she realizes what she's doing

- "This is not professional! If I have to show my sketchbook to someone and they see this, they won't take me seriously..."

- decides to write you a letter first or else she won't be able to focus

Raquel

- This is a hard one

- Raquel always moves from place to place without stop so it's hard to be sneaky with her

- eventually you slip the letter in her bag but you don't know how much time it'll take for her to find it

- like you thought it took her a few days

- when she did, she was very vocal about it

- she ran to you and almost jumped on you

- hugs you and thanks you hundreds of times

- "I love you too!!! You're so sweet Y/N..."

- becomes much more flirty, she was already confident but now it's even worse (or better? 😌)

- puts the letter on the wall of her room and shows it off to Claire

- "Look at that Claire! It seems like my godly charm cannot be stopped."

- Raquel starts carefully checking her bag everyday in hopes of finding another letter from you

- and even when she doesn't find anything, it gets her into a working mood

- "Might as well do my homework I guess..."

- becomes much more responsible with homework now that she checks her bag everyday

- your love literally helped her to get better grades

Tadashi

- This was a risky mission

- you had to sneak into the student council room and leave it on his desk

- they had a meeting this afternoon and Tadashi has been in a bad mood lately

- Well, to be fair he's always done with everybody's BS but this time it was worse than usual

- he finds the letter and gets confused right away

- wants to read it but he's having a meeting

- he's really fidgety the whole time, for some reason he has a feeling that it's from you though he can't explain why

- once everyone leaves the room he opens the letter

- all of his stress dies down, he falls back on his chair and sighs

- goes to find you and brings you to the council room, he makes you sit on his chair

- you tell him that you can't be here but he smiles and answers "Oh? You say that now even though you snuck in earlier to give me a secret love letter of all things?"

- he teases you with endearment and massages your back to thank you

- asks you if you'll write more (because he loved it) and you promise to do so if he promises to take more breaks

Tegan

- Tegan often invites you to play videos games with him (or to marathon some shows/anime/movies/whatever)

- you left the letter behind for him but he didn't catch the drift

- goes to your room to give it back

- "Um... you forgot this, I think..."

- you tell him that it's for him

- "Wait, really? You can just text me, you know? It's quicker and way easier than writing letters."

- oooohhhh boy. He really doesn't get it, you have to spell it out

- "A l-love letter? For me!?"

- "Tegan. We're dating."

- "Oh right! Sorry... I always forget that, it seems like I'm in a dream..."

- reads it in front of you while you're paying close attention to his reactions

- and to no surprise: he's a blushing mess

- you're fully satisfied, all that time was worth it

- he says that he'll repay you with a "love text message" which sounds like he's being lazy, but really knowing how... "unique" his handwriting is, you're glad...

- but it was not just a text message.

- "Sorry, I went a bit overboard 🙏🙏"

- his text has a 23 pages long file attached to it

- he wrote a really really long essay explaining in details why you're "so awesome" and "the best person in the world"

Tyler

- after classes are over, when he's working on a new painting he spends almost all of his time in the art room

- that's when you strike!

- you know he has a habit of sitting in the corner of the room so that's where you leave the letter

- honestly, he was in a slump lately because he felt like he was doing a really half-assed job with his new art piece

- but your letter gave him so much motivation that he finished the painting in a day

- "This is crazy Y/N! Reading your letter gave me the same rush as drinking 5 monster drinks in the span of 2 hours!"

- "Uhhh... Please don't do that?"

- laughs at how worried you look and asks you to write more to give him strength

- you say no at first but he pulls out your letter out of his pocket and starts reading it out loud in the middle of the hallway

- "Ssshhh! People might hear!"

- "Yeah, so? That's kinda the point but if you promise to write me more I'll stop~"

- you know he's just teasing you but it's still so embarrassing...

- in the end you give in out of shame however you have no idea just how much this letter helped him

- whenever he feels down or like he's not good enough he pulls out one of your letters and reads it

- he keeps all of them safe in a box, they're his treasures

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #headcanons #requests #asks #hope you guys like it!

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theunmappedstar · 5 years ago

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I dare you to give some random badboy au headcanons

so, i’m sorry, but “random headcanons” turned into “here’s the beginning of highschool badboy au plot that i have stuck in my head”... so... enjoy.

Sophie meets them because she joins Foxfire’s photography class as an elective. She has a group assignment that she has to complete, which requires her to take some photography scavenger hunt. She’s given a piece of paper with a list of different prompts she has to use to take pictures. (She’s mostly intrigued by the “street photography” bullet point).

Sophie gets paired up with Biana. They make quick friends and decide to divvy up the work - but this is also how Sophie learns about the boys.

She’d heard a little about them prior, but Sophie tended to only dip her toe into the gossip sparingly, so she doesn’t know exactly what’s up with these dudes

Sophie finds out that Biana is related to Fitz. Biana’s actually a real chatterbox when it comes to her family, so over the next week Sophie’s filled in on the majority of the timeline. (Also, the fact that everyone seemed to know of it, but her made Sophie feel really out of the loop and unpopular, but.)

The Vackers are a very wealthy and influential family. Biana’s parents naturally expected the most of their kids. Unfortunately, that only ended up dividing them. The three siblings weren’t very close when they were younger, but at least they talked - they barely interact normally anymore, according to Biana, focusing solely on their own lives and work. Alvar’s long since graduated, but Fitz and Biana are still held to their parent’s high expectations; they feel pressured to somehow reach above Alvar’s already-tremendous feats. Biana says even though it was rough, she never really saw it as a competition like her two brothers did. But that doesn’t mean she liked it, either.

Anyway, Fitz got so fed up with it and after a blowout, he managed to fall into what the Vacker parents love to call the “wrong crowd.”

The “wrong crowd” happens to be two kids - one from Foxfire Academy and one from a neighboring not-so-pristine school called Exillium.

Sophie’s interested as to who the two kids are, naturally, so she asks.

She almost immediately regrets that decision because as it would turn out, she knows those two kids.

Or, at least, she used to.

The first, Keefe Sencen, was surrounded by a lot of talk in her grade because of how he’d managed to skip a year when he was younger - and now Sophie finds that he’s apparently close to having to retake a year, since his grades have started to slip. She’d only seen him a couple times in elementary and had been paired with him for projects a staggering record of two times, but that didn’t mean he was one she would forget. (Those two group projects had been hell for her. He’d messed around with her so much and made her so frustrated and flustered and urg she hadn’t known how to act around a boy so obnoxious-but-cute).

Sophie doesn’t know if she’s surprised or not to find out that he managed to flip into the resident bad boy

The second one, Tam Song, happened to be a childhood friend (or she assumed that was the same Tam Song. There couldn’t be that many Tam Songs in the world, right?). She’d had a couple playdates with him before his parents had moved him and his twin sister away. She found out years later from her parents that the Songs had been having financial troubles and could no longer afford to be in the neighborhood/attend the academy

Sophie is baffled that the three managed to get together and start a reputation for themselves, no less

Sophie’s also baffled that they’re so well-known and yet she hadn’t really heard a thing about them; seriously, how unpopular was she?

When she relays the info to Dex and Marella at lunch, they tease Sophie that they’ve been waiting for it to hit her for years.

“...Why do you think we sit alone?” Dex asks.

Honestly, Sophie never really bothered to think about it. “I don’t know.”

Marella just snort-giggles. “Listen, you’re really smart, Sophie: you could build an entire AI system if you put your mind to it. But sometimes you lack a little thing called common sense.”

She doesn’t know whether to be offended or flattered.

She chooses to be flattered.

In the following days, Biana and Sophie get to checking off the to-do list for the assignment. Sophie’s first one requires her to take pictures of the interior of the school. She knows full well she could use her press pass to take pictures of the empty hallways during school, but that would require setting a time up with teachers, which would mean talking to teachers, which required basic social interaction... which.... was not very appealing and definitely not on Sophie’s list of Things I Want To Do.

She instead decides to stay after school for half an hour and take pictures.

She’s meandering around, snapping pictures here and there, trying to find out which angles would make the pictures less boring when she’s startled by a voice.

Sophie nearly drops the camera and whirls to find a boy sprawled across the bench outside the principle’s office. It takes her a moment to recognize him, but it eventually floods her brain.

Surprise, surprise - it’s Keefe Sencen.

He’s changed a lot since she last saw him. Granted, she last saw him when they were, like, six, but she lets herself be shocked.

Keefe’s got the whole getup. Ripped jeans, black tee, jet-black leather jacket... And he wears curiously, Sophie notices, an abundance of chains. Specifically, those rapper chains that dangle around your neck.

Sophie doesn’t realize that he’s called for her until he does it again. He’s asking what she’s up to, walking around with a camera like that after school.

She doesn’t know why, but “Yearbook” stumbles out.

She is not in Yearbook. She’s in Photography - close, but not quite it.

Keefe seems to feed off of her being flustered. It looks like he seriously enjoys it. he goes on to ask her what she’s got to take pictures of

She can’t really speak when he stands, hands shoved in his pockets, looking like that, so she just... hands the list over to him.

He quirks a brow and muses about the student/faculty box that has yet to be checked and he asks why she’s saved that one, since she’s been at school all day.

“Well, I... don’t really know how to casually approach someone and ask for a picture.”

It’s true. Everyone’s moving so fast and about their day during school hours and it’s especially hard to catch anybody after school.

Keefe just shrugs. “Then, you don’t have to.”

It takes her a second to realize what he means. He’s offering to let her take a picture of two of him.

It seems like a good idea. He’s right there and she can get it done and over with, but something about lifting the camera and snapping some shots of Keefe Sencen... Having to go home and know that she has access to pictures of him that she herself got to take...

He seems untouchable, is the thing. It seems like this is something that shouldn’t be happening - like he should have shooed her off like she was some human scum. It seems like they’re on two different levels. She’s the weird kid nobody really strives to talk to and he’s the boy that everyone’s terrified and annoyed (but secretly impressed) of.

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

Keefe interrupts her to assure her he doesn’t mind. He does ask if it sounds a little too self-centered, though, the way he just offered himself up for grabs.

Sophie’s not really listening because she’s too mesmerized by him combing his hands through his hair.

She kinda just blinks and mumbles some incoherent reply while trying to set the camera up. Her hands are super shaky and Keefe notices. Sophie stiffens when he outstretches a hand and asks if he can see the camera

“Um,” she starts, forcing herself to look at him, “I don’t think I should. I don’t own this and if it gets damaged-”

“Relax,” he murmurs. He retracts his hand instantly. “I was just asking. I took photography - I’m interested what camera they’ve given you. It looks different from the one I used; which seriously sucked, by the way.”

He pauses for a second to look her up and down. It makes her squirm, feeling on fire.

“And the pictures don’t have to be of me, right? They can be of students, if I’m remembering the guidelines correctly.” He waves the paper in his hands before reaching out to give it back to her. “And you, Miss...”

When Sophie recognizes he’s asking for her name, she blushes. “Sophie.” She plucks the paper from his hand.

He gives a swirling hand gesture, like he’s prodding for more.

“Foster,” she contends.

He nods, satisfied once he has her last name. “Foster,” he repeats, then continues, “Well, you’re a student, if I do say so myself. So, that means...” He lifts up his hands, pretending like he’s holding an imaginary camera. He pretends to adjust the lens and focus on her, finger hovering over the imaginary button that would take the imaginary picture.

He smirks. “Need a smile there, Foster,” he beckons.

She’s pretty sure she can’t get any redder. “I’m not really photogenic,” she argues, reaching forward to beckon his fake camera down.

He relents and let’s his hands drop, but his smirk remains. “Sure.”

She doesn’t really know what to say after that, so she hands him the camera with a mumble. Keefe eagerly takes it in his hands (which makes her notice the rings he has littered on his fingers) and he starts flipping and fiddling.

He says some random model name to her which she doesn’t really pay attention to. She only snaps up when his meddling ends and he asks, “Hey, by the way, how’ve the group projects been going?”

His smile seems more tender. More reminiscent. There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, which makes Sophie realize he remembers her. And, in turn, he remembers those god-awful projects they were forced to endure together.

She’s pretty sure she turns redder than her rosy skirt. “You remember that?” she mumbles.

Keefe chuckles. “Remember? Can’t really forget.” He taps his temple. “Also, anything that involves a cute girl is immediately filed to the front of my brain.”

Sophie’s so struck by the compliment that she nearly grazes over his first fact. How had she managed to forget he had a photographic memory just like her?

She doesn’t quite know how to respond, but she manages to pull a smile and mumble something about needing to get to work if she wants to finish the project. Surprisingly, Keefe just smiles back and offers her the camera. She makes sure not to graze too much of his skin as she takes the camera from his hands, shaking. She thanks him and turns to bolt away as fast as her legs can carry her (because she knows she’s on fire and she knows he can see it and oh god-) when his voice slows her down.

“I’m serious about that picture thing, Foster. If you need any help, I’ve got time.”

She stops in the hallway to look at him. Sophie raises a slow eyebrow and gestures to the office. Her hand is unsteady, but she’s proud when her voice doesn’t shake. “You seem pretty busy to me.”

Keefe laughs. “Nah, this is normal. But I can find a way to make some time for you.”

Sophie’s sure he says something more along the line of, “All you need to do is ask,” but she’s pretty sure the entire world has become a blur. in a flash she’s said her goodbye and she’s speed walking out to Dex’s car (he offered to drive her home after school, that day. He does it whenever he has time, actually. They live in the same neighborhood, which is pretty convenient, given they’re best friends and adoptive cousins).

Dex can see she’s off her game, but he doesn’t delve into it. The car ride home is pretty quiet.

Also when Biana and Sophie see each other in class the following day, it’s pretty hard for Sophie to come up with an excuse as to why she doesn’t have that many photos. She promises that she’ll stay after school again to try and make them up.

She does.

And that’s when she meets Fitz.

Sophie doesn’t really know how it happened. She avoided the area she’d seen Keefe in at all costs, snapping pictures literally anywhere else she could find, but somehow she wound up outside on the curb. And somehow she ended up wandering through the mostly-empty parking lot, snapping pictures of the parking spaces that the seniors had decorated (every year the graduating class got to customize their parking spot with spray paint). And wandering through the parking lot taking pictures led to her spotting a few sleek bikes.

In hindsight, Sophie thinks she finally understands what Marella meant by “you’re smart but you have no common sense,” because she walks up to the bikes. They’re against the curbside parking spaces, so Sophie steps up on the sidewalk and begins observing the shiny vehicles.

She’s never really been keen on motorcycles (the idea of getting one kind of terrifies her) but she has to admit that they look good.

And Sophie, lacking that beautiful common sense, snaps a picture.

She barely holds back the squeak when someone behind her asks what she’s up to. Sophie turns around to meet two boys in leather jackets. They’ve both got dark heads of hair, but one is noticeably lighter. And the darkest sported silver-dyed bangs.

She’s pretty sure her insides shrivel. It’s them, there’s no denying. Her photographic memory compares Tam’s aged features with the ones from his youth, seeing how his soft face had turned to hard-and-handsome lines. And she can see the resemblance to Biana in Fitz’s equally-charming face.

(Also, the more that she thought about it, she’d actually been put against Fitz during one of the stupid elementary spelling bees. She severely prayed he didn’t remember her as spelling bee girl.)

“Sorry,” she apologizes sheepishly. She lifts the camera. “Photography. I can delete it.”

She should have asked before doing that. She seriously should have asked. She feels like she’s been caught and she’s considering turning tail and running when they shrug and tell her it’s fine. She’s pretty sure she’s dreaming when she gets asked if she at least liked the bikes or if it was just for the assignment.

She says it was for the assignment, but she does like them.

Fitz smiles at her for the first time and Sophie’s legs become jello.

Shit, how can someone look that nice while smiling?

But it doesn’t last too long because Tam asks who she is and where he’s seen her before. His head is tilted at her, dangly earrings twirling with the motion. Sophie can tell he does recognize her, at least a bit. All eyes are on her, so she feels a bit squirmy mentioning how she knows Tam, but once she does, his eyes light up and his eyebrows launch.

“Oh, Sophie. Shit.”

“Yeah,” she agrees. “Shit.”

Years later, it looks impossible to imagine that they’d ever been friends. They were so... different from each other, now.

They all start making semi-awkward conversation, discussing the school year and Sophie’s photography anything random they can come up with when Keefe rolls out of the school.

“Foster?”

She waves. “Oh, um. Hey.”

Keefe reaches his friends and his eyebrows crunch. He asks if they know her. Tam shrugs and says they knew each other when they were little, but they haven’t seen one another in years. Fitz admits Biana’s mentioned a Foster girl, but he doesn’t know her (Sophie’s pretty sure she’s dead. She didn’t know Biana talked about her at the house, even if it was something like measly dinner small talk.)

Keefe turns and grins at her, seeing the camera in her hand. “Yearbook again?”

She flushes. “Photography, actually.” Seeing his confusion, she continues, “I don’t know why I said Yearbook, yesterday. I’m in Photography, not Yearbook.”

Shockingly, Keefe just snorts. He muses that she’s something else before waltzing over and outstretching his hand. Sophie hands him the paper chock-full of guidelines again. Keefe starts muttering that she has a lot more crossed off than yesterday.

“You’ve still got a bit to go,” he points out.

Sophie just kinda nods. She’s mostly focusing on not letting her knees buckle in front of all of them. Her hands on the camera are sweating. It’s weird, how she’s managed to get caught in this situation. Everyone steers clear of these three, she knows, but now she’s somehow stuck in normal conversation with them. About photography, no less.

Keefe spots the street photography point and hums. He points to it, showing her the paper. “That seems interesting.” He meets her eyes. “Gonna take me up on my offer, yet, Foster?”

She swallows. “Oh, uh, street photography isn’t here, it’s-”

“On the street,” Keefe agrees, handing her back the paper. He shares one glance with his friends before meandering to his bike, slinging his leg over the seat.

Tam huffs a short laugh, grinning like he understands before he goes to hop on his own ride. Fitz is the last one behind, hands shoved in his pockets, just standing and smiling in amusement.

“You’re free, aren’t you?” Keefe implores. “We can make it quick. Drop you off back here - or wherever.”

Sophie chews on her lip. It is a tempting offer. She doesn’t really have a ride into the city planned, so it seems like the perfect opportunity. One quick ride, a few pictures, and she can leave. But that also means getting on a motorcycle. Which. . . kind of terrifies her.

“One ride, Foster,” Keefe promises, seeing the way she’s staring at the bike. “Does fifteen minutes sound good?”

Fifteen minutes is definitely enough time for her to get in a crash. Fifteen minutes is also definitely enough time for them to murder someone, but Sophie tries hard not to think about that.

Especially not when Keefe shrugs off his jacket and tosses it to her. Sophie catches it with a gasp, thankful that she doesn’t drop the camera. “Um,” she starts.

She cuts herself off when Fitz goes to his bike and pops open a back storage compartment. He snatches out a spare helmet, then waltzes back up onto the sidewalk next to her, reaching out his to trade the camera for the helmet.

Sophie swallows.

Seeing how nervous she is, he smiles, making a short nudge with his chin in the direction of the bike. “It’s up to you,” he promises.

“You won’t get hurt,” Keefe also assures. “You’ve got jeans on. And you wear that jacket and the helmet, you’ll be fine.”

She doesn’t like the fact that she has to take those precautionary measures in the first place. But, she guesses it’s just what one has to do. It’s like wearing a seatbelt in a car. This is the motorcycle’s seatbelt.

Sophie hands Fitz the camera and takes the helmet. She slips on the jacket, ignoring the heat that runs through her body at how nice it feels - and how Keefe looks at her.

Sophie clears her throat and puts the helmet on. Her fingers fumble horribly with the straps around her chin and no matter how much she tugs, she can’t get it right. Fitz has to come back over and help her, laughing gently. He narrates to her how to do it as he cinches it up for her with diligent fingers, smiling.

Sophie, however, is anything but smiling when he pulls away. There’s only one step left - to get on that bike with him, hold on tight to his waist, and pray that they don’t take her to some secondary location.

Sophie makes sure to look him in the eyes to know she’s serious. “You kill me, I kill you.”

Fitz chuckles. “Noted.”

#this is REALLLLY rough and just a concept #but #here you go #sokeefitz #sophie foster #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #tam song #marella redek #dex dizznee #anonymous #headcanon #kotlc headcanon #kotlc headcanons #sokeefitz headcanon #keeper of the lost cities #badboy au #kotlc badboy au

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tinyanimelover · 4 years ago

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Twisted Fates

Part Four

(Part One)

For other parts please see my masterlist ^.^

It was like a colorful tunnel that he was sent back through, red, blue and purple would zap away beside him at random moments.

What the hell was happening? A tingling feeling shot through his body, making him shut his eyes as the jolts were faint and a tad bit painful.

When he opened his eyes, they widened at the sudden bright light, squinting.

"--ways, wanna hang out at the arcade after school?" He heard someone ask.

It was a familiar voice, once he hadn't heard since he graduated from high school. He blinked a few times, able to focus his eyes and find a black haired male leaning on his desk.

"..Ma..tsuo..." He let out softly.

After graduation, his group of friends all split up, so he didn't hear from any of them afterwards. Matsuo, a male who dyed his hair black once he noticed the females loved that color on him..also a womanizer and heart breaker.

He turned his head to find the other long lost friend, "Ryu".

This particular friend, Grimmjow often wondered if he was even human. Ryu was a male who stayed calm even in the most desperate situations, such as when an aggressive class president asked him out and went ape shit when he said she was too manly.

Despite his aloof exterior, Ryu liked all things cat-like. His hair was rather long and he kept his bangs pinned away with a hair-clip.

"Ya in or what?" Someone else asked as he felt them slap their hand onto his shoulder, leaning in with narrowed eyes "I heard some of the girl's from the class next door are going too".

Lastly, there was Tsueno, also know as Tsu. His hair was dyed as well, the top being a dark red and the bottom his natural hair color: black.

Tsu was cold, hot headed and didn't exactly play well with others, kinda like Grimmjow. He had piercings on his ears, his lip and eyebrow and secretly had gotten a tattoo on his back last summer. He often was questioned if he was part of the Yakuza, his demeanor certainly matched it. He was easy to get along with once you got past his rebel look and he had woman all over him all the time, he often skips class to take a nap at one of the stairways where they usually hang out.

"Tsu.." He let out, surprised to see the male as well.

He was in complete shock that he was actually back in high school. Wait! He scanned the room, over all the males and females until he found her.

Y/n.

She had her nose buried in a book, despite how rowdy the classroom was with it getting ready for the exams.

"Yo! Earth to Grimmjow!" Matsuo drawled "What's with you? You're out of it today".

"Huh..." Grimmjow let out, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

In high school, he never thought about how much they meant to him even though at times they were a pain to be around. But he realized after graduating, his world revolved around them and high school. And if he'd taken it all more seriously, maybe he wouldn't have ended up at such a shit job and a shitty life while everyone else went on to actually do something with their lives.

"Arcade or no?" Ryu asked "I saw a cute plushie there the other day, I'm going to get it even if I have to waste all my money".

"If only you gave the girls the same amount of attention you give your cat obsession" Matsuo deadpanned "You'd have a girlfriend by now at least".

"If she's cute enough like my Miku-chan, then maybe she can have me" Ryu said softly, closing his eyes "Miku-chan...I hope she's alright all alone at home...".

"Damn cat should be grateful someone cares about her this much" Tsu muttered as he sat down in the desk behind Grimmjow "By the way, where were you yesterday? You missed it, Matsuo had a milkshake thrown at him by some girl".

"Yesterday?" Grimmjow spoke, thinking about it.

He could only remember what he did as his future self, not as his teenage self.

"Uh..I passed out" he lied, ruffling his hair, his eyes still full of shock and surprise.

His hair was a bit shorter yet wild, man...he really missed this.

"So ya in or not?" Tsu asked.

"Yeah" he said, eyes glancing back over at Y/n as the bell rang "I'll meet you guys there, I gotta do something".

"Whatever, we'll go on ahead if you don't show up" Matsuo reminded as the three got up and fell into the horde of students leaving the classroom.

He gathered his books and shoved them into his bag, looking back over at the girl, who hadn't even moved from her chair yet, seemingly engrossed in her book.

What was she doing?

He threw the bag over his shoulder, his black uniform jacket unzipped and revealed the white shirt underneath as he walked. Should he talk to her now?

He had no idea when he was going to be sent back, so there was no time to waste right?

Should he act nice? Or the usual so that she didn't think he was trying to prank her or something?

He cleared his throat, standing in front of her desk.

She looked up, eyes widened as her cheeks grew warm "G..Grimmjow...kun..?".

He looked away, still unable to process that he was actually back here "...are you staying after school for a club or something?" He asked.

"Well..it's my turn for clean up duties today..so yeah" she explained.

"Hm?" He let out, looking over at the chart for duties, sure enough her name was on it for today as well as another "Isn't Sahara supposed to clean too?".

She smiled nervously, lowering her gaze "It's okay..no one ever stays to help me anyways".

He looked back down at her, what was he supposed to do now?

Become her best friend?

Didn't she have any friends?

"Grimmjow-kun.." She let out softly "Are you okay?...".

"I'm fine" he grunted "...you don't have any friends who'll stay behind and help?".

"Not in this class, no" she smiled sheepishly "..please don't be offended but...why are you..talking to me?".

His eyes widened, "..huh?".

"You've never even noticed me before, and we've been in the same class since middle school...ah, is this about the other day? When I bumped into you and made you drop your bag? I'm said I was sorry...".

"The fuck are you talking about?" He sighed, ruffling his hair once more "I don't even remember that..".

“There it is..." She said with a sad smile, "If it's not your group, you don't bother to remember anything else...".

Was that how he was?

Ah, he remembered now. He really was this way back then, that's how he made it through school without ever knowing who Y/n was. He forgot all about her after the confession. How could he get close to her without her being suspicious? Wait, he recalled his teacher nagging him about getting a tutor to boost his grades.

He scowled, "I remember whatever is important...whatever. What subject are you good at?".

"Huh?" She said wide eyed "Umm...English I guess..why?".

"I'll stay and help you, but you gotta hep me study for the exams" he said as he tossed his bag onto a nearby desk "Got it?".

Eyes still wide, she watched as he took off his jacket, the warmth on her cheeks growing worse as she could see his muscled arm and back thanks to the thin fabric.

"..yeah.." She buried her face in her hands "..okay".

He spared a glance at her, thinking back to her dead body.

He shook his head, that's what he was here for!

To find the person who's going to kill her in the future!

"Get your ass up and start cleaning!" He deadpanned, prompting her to jump up from the chair.

"Y-yes sir!" She stammered out.

#Bleach #bleach short stories #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #female reader insert #series #twisted fates #part four

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monsieur-fancy-hat · 5 years ago

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How abt an AU where dazai and chuuya are in the mafia together and atsushi and akutagawa are in the ADA

Send me some characters and an AU for me to write headcanons/prompts for.

Ended up rewriting this like twice but I hope you enjoy!!

Some parts of it were taken from the canon BSD AU light novel, BEAST.

Ages during the backstory:

Akutagawa Ryuunosoke- 11 or 12

Nakajima Atsushi- 8 or 9

Akutagawa Gin- 8 or 9

Dazai Osamu- 16 or 17

Nakahara Chuuya- 16 or 17

Odasaku- 20 or 21

Let’s start with Akutagawa and Atsushi’s backstory!!

Akutagawa and Gin have a mother. She abused them, because she believed that she had to work three times harder to take care of them as she was a single mom. She also hated the kids for looking so eeriely like the fathers (cause half-siblings).

So after a while, Akutagawa and Gin fun away from home. They take as much cash as they feel comfortable with, take important belongings (weapons), a coat given to Akutagawa by his father, and other necessities.

The end up in the slums for a while, before an orphanage takes them in. They’re far away enough from their mother that it’s pretty much safe. But the orphanage learns about the mother and stuff. And they decide that maybe they should go into the foster care system? The orphanage isn’t sure right now, so they just let the kids stay.

So Akutagawa and Gin stay at the orphanage. They’re kinda loners, cause they don’t talk to people besides themselves. Some kids believe that Gin is mute (so they make fun of her) and Akutagawa -even at the delicate age of 12- has a death glare that makes grown adults run. So he uses it o the bullies. And if he’s not around... well, Gin has her way of taking care of things (stabby stabby).

But one day, this mysterious guy talks to Akutagawa. This mysterious man starts talking ‘nonsense’ about special powers and stuff. He also explains that Akutagawa might have some.

Akutagawa doesn’t believe the mysterious guy.

But a week later Gin was cornered in a alley by a college kid, who was trying to do.... non-consenting inappropriate things to her. And Gin, being Gin, had a knife out and was about to stabby stabby, when this random kid jumps on the college dude.

And he starts trying to hang onto the college guy by his neck and yelling for help

And Gin is just stand there wondering what the heck is going on

The orphanage staff rush into the alley to see a white-haired kid biting a college dude (who is still trying to shake him off) and a little girl, who kinda looks like a ninja, slipping what they think looks like a knife into a pocket.

They bring the police to arrest the college dude.

Everyone is wondering why he has cat-like scratches on his back and tiger bites on his neck.

Gin is interested by the white haired kid (which, you know, Atsushi) and brings him to join her tiny friend group.

Akutagawa, not a huge fan of him...

And apparently, neither are the orphanage staff.

Atsushi’s 8 or 9, Gin is 8 or 9, and Akutagawa is around 12.

Akutagawa and Gin get the least abused by the staff, cause they are great at not getting into trouble.

I mean, Gin was scolded a couple times for the incidents (“You shouldn’t have run off on your own! And if you’re gonna run away, then don’t come back!!”). But that’s pretty much it.

Atsushi, on the other hand.... let’s just say that the staff have some problems with him.

Gin (and sometimes Akutagawa) usually patch Atsushi up though, so he’s not alone!

They become decently good friends. Woohoo!

But Akutagawa starts thinking that Atsushi is secretly a tiger. Cause bite marks. Also cause he heard rumors that there was a white tiger around the orphanage grounds.

So he meets up with the mysterious guy, and tries to get some answers. Cause he wouldn’t want Gin to be hanging out with someone who could hurt her. That’s a no-no.

Sadly, mysterious guy hasn’t heard about this either. So... oof.

So one night, Akutagawa gets waken up by something crashing outside.

He puts on his coat and decides to go check it out, correctly thinking it’s the tiger.

Atsushi-tiger (he’s a baby tiger, just so ya know), seeing Akutagawa, goes to attack him.

And Akutagawa hears someone shout “Use your ability!!”

Akutagawa is kinda confused, and kinda angry, so he just says the first thing that comes to mind (He remembers that when he was younger, really really young, his father would show him how he sewed cloth together. How many shades of black you could use, and all the different styles. Mr. Akutagawa showed his son one of his favorite pieces, a black coat. He named it Rashomon. Cause I need this story to make a bit of sense.)

“RASHOUMON!”

Boom

Parts of his coat fly towards the tiger, trapping him.

But it can’t hold him for long, and Atsushi springs right back at him.

But mystery guy comes in the middle of them, and activates his ability.

“No longer human.”

In a flash of white light, Atsushi is found on one side, laying face-down bottom-up on the floor.

Akutagawa was standing on the other side.

Mystery guy offered Akutagawa a place to belong. A place to go home to. He even said Gin & Atsushi could come, if Akutagawa wanted.

And Akutagawa doesn’t know what to think.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, cause ANOTHER MYSTERY GUY COMES OVER

He has dark red hair, and a beige trench coat.

And he seems to recognize mystery guy #1.

“Dazai, is that you?” “Oh! Hi there Oda! Isn’t this a surprise. I’ll be taking the kids and leaving now, if you don’t mind!”

Yup. It’s Dazai and Oda!

Also, FYI, Oda does mind. Cause Dazai left the A.D.A. a couple months ago and no one has had any contact with him ever since.

Oda is upset and wants Dazai to come back. And Dazai... doesn’t give a damn.

They have a standoff-staredown.

And while they do that, Akutagawa goes over to Atsushi to check if he’s alive and okay.

Dazai and Oda fight, but Dazai can’t bring himself to kill Oda and leaves alone.

Which leaves Oda with an uncounsious Atsushi and a tired Akutagawa.

Oda decides that he should take these kids in. So he goes to the orphanage the next day and adopts Atsushi.

And Atsushi is sad cause he thinks he’ll be separated from Gin and Akutagawa.

Which is oof.

But Oda ends up fostering the Akutagawa’s.

So he just ends up with 3 more kids. Woohoo!! And the other kids too, but they’re all younger than them (3-4 at the time).

So Oda has his hands VERY full. Too nice.

He brings them to the A.D.A.

And Kunikida scolds Oda cause “You were supposed to be looking for that bandaged idiot! Not going around taking in more kids!!”.

But Oda interrupts him and says, “I talked to Dazai.”

And everyone goes quiet for a minute. Cause if Oda spoke to Dazai and he still won’t come back, it’s over.

Dazai has defected from the Armed Dectetive Agency.

Oda spends his time training Atsushi and Akutagawa. They’re both young and a bit confused about what’s going on (“What the... I’M A TIGER?!” “Yes, Jinko, we know.”)

But they all get along quite well, so yay!

The trio grow up together, and they eventually become official members of the A.D.A. Gin is an assistant.

She, Naomi, and Haruno become friends. Gin is still closest to Atsushi though.

And that’s their [back]story.

But now... it’s time for Dazai’s!

So, Dazai & Oda went to school together. Dazai had a not-so-great home life, so moved away at 16.

He lived by himself for a month or two, living off weird part-time jobs. Due to his smarts, he managed to skip two grades. So he’s a freshman in college. I think.

And Oda is in his third year of college.

Dazai lived at the school dorms, cause he got a full-ride scholarship. Cause smart.

Dazai has known about his powers for a while. Some weird doctor guy went to him and tried to get him to join some mafia thing, but Oda advises him to not.

So he doesn’t. But he is interested.

Dazai & Oda end up in the A.D.A.

And Oda has a great time there. He likes the people. He has fun. It’s great.

But Dazai... nope. He hates it. He can’t suicide attempt without someone being there to stop him, he can’t wear bandages without being sent to Yosano to get a check up, he can’t even be gone for a day without being chased down by Kunikida or Oda, wondering where the he’ll he’s been.

Dazai is bored and sick of the A.D.A.

So he leaves.

After a huge argument with Oda, Dazai leaves. And Mori, predicting this would happen, appeared to say “I told you so.”

And so Dazai, at the young age of 16, is taken in by the Port Mafia.

And he’s pretty good at it too!

He loves playing mind games and doing interrogations and killing people who NEVER SEE IT COMING~ (sorry, wrong fandom-) and just being evil~

A couple months later, he’s on track to become a executive. He’s already a sub-executive under Kouyou.

But then, Fifteen (Well, it’s more like Sixteen...) happens

And Dazai meets the cutest redhead he’s ever seen in his life.

Also Dazai is a kinky man has a thing for gloves.

ALSO MOTORCYCLE & CHUUYA

So of course Dazai is in love intrigued by the tiny sixteen year old.

“What the f*ck I’m still growing!!”

“Sureeeeeee-”

“F*ck off.”

“So creative, Chuu~”

“I will torture you until you die from the pain and then I’ll burn you and chop up your ashes and scatter them in the sea so that there’s no way you can come back.”

“Oh. Sounds like fun!! I mean, excluding the pain part, I’d love to die with you~”

“...why are you like this?”

Since Mori is a sadist and Dazai, a masochist, Chuuya and Dazai become partners.

“Please NO.”

“Please yes~”

And they were roommates.

oH mY gOd thEy wEre rOommAteS

[cough cough] ANYWAYS

Chuuya and Dazai become partners. They murder people.

Dazai thinks it’s fun, and Chuuya can’t help but go along with Dazai’s shenanigans. Chuuya is very in love annoyed.

The two become a feared duo, but some who know them personally (Kouyou, Mori, & Hirotsu) know that they’re really just lovestruck teens.

It’s really cute.

And que the next backstory!

So. Chuuya’s backstory. I tried making up a new one for him, but I didn’t want to diverge too much from canon, so his is pretty much the same.

Now, the plot. Well, it’s more somewhat connected headcanons that plot, so... oof. The backstories all happened 10 years ago, so everyone is 10 years older than they were before.

Ages:

Atsushi- 18-19

Akutagawa- 21-22

Gin- 18-19

Dazai- 26-17

Chuuya- 26-27

Oda- 30-31

So. Atsushi is going grocery shopping, yeah?

And Chuuya is also grocery shopping, yeah?

And they bump into each other. And Atsushi doesn’t recognize him, but Chuuya remembers from one of Dazai’s drunk ramblings about trying to recruit some white tiger kid and a black coat?

Either way, Chuuya doesn’t really care. But he decides to tell Dazai once he’s home.

But only after he finished shopping for some fresh, non-canned crab.

But as he’s picking out a crab, the grocery store gets attacked by some ability users.

Oof.

And Chuuya doesn’t want to intervene (and risk his identity/secrecy to the public, who have limited knowledge of ability users).

But white-tiger Atsushi just goes flying towards one of the robbers.

And Chuuya knows.

So obviously, he tells Dazai. And Dazai, being Dazai, pretends he doesn’t remember.

Later, he goes to visit the A.D.A.

To see his ‘replacements’.

But he’s super chill about it.

And by ‘chill’, I mean smiley-evil. Like when he was talking to Mori during the A.D.A. & P.M. meeting (in canon).

Atsushi and Akutagawa are a mix of confused and worried.

And Akutagawa is lowkey wondering why the heck this random guy, who looks suspiciously familiar.

And ohhhh it’s that guy who tried to kidnap him a few years ago!

Wait. It’s the guy who tried to kidnap him a few years ago.

And Akutagawa takes Atsushi and they leave the A.D.A. building.

They end up on a we’re-denying-that-this-is-a-date-but-it-really-is.

But like they’re obviously lowkey dating, so yeah-

Like come on, Gin has been shipping this since she was like 9.

Also Dazai (after getting in a fight with with Oda, again oof), on his way home, he sees Atsushi & Akutagawa on the way back, and thinks of his boyf riend~~

And Dazai ships it SO HARD!!

But he first must go home to Chuu~

And that’s all I can think of right now. Also I really wanna get this posted cause it’s super late. I also gotta start the others. ;-;

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!! ♥️

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