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KISS, DON’T TELL — 24: for the show

synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?

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a/n: written (6.2k). light profanity, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, suggestive at some parts, kissing. so sorry for the wait y’all but kdt is back on track! i hope this chapter makes it worth it i think y’all will like the result 🫶

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y/n wasn't quite sure how this night was going to map out. they've been around beomgyu for a few months now, they've spent one on one time with him for the production, but they've never been in a romantic setting with him. were they supposed to act different now? the feeling of caring what he thought of them was starting to kick in and they desperately tried to shove it in the back of their mind. that feeling could only mean one thing, and maybe they weren't ready to admit it. though, this date has gone too well for them to avoid that realization.

sure, beomgyu's first sight of them was watching them trip on their own shoe laces as they tried to hide the deep red rise on their cheeks. beomgyu still remained true to his word in not discussing y/n's accidental text that they sent while trying out the 'type your thoughts in a message technique'. whoever came up with that method was an absolute dingus. now the idea was left in the air and they were waiting for a moment it could be brought up again.

beomgyu had the two make a little detour back to the pub the open mic event was hosting in as their first activity. he felt bad that y/n originally signed him up to perform, but he truly wanted them to be the first person to hear him play. beomgyu made sure to remind them once again as he whispered into their ear while watching other acts behind the mic. he did take note in the way the blood rushed to y/n's ears, presumably due to the close distance and the warmth of his breath.

the two didn't stay there for long and beomgyu led the way to the dessert spot that recently opened up around the corner. y/n admired the decor inside, it was reminiscent of a day in paris with all the pastels on the walls and the classy chandeliers hanging at each table. the music for the night seemed to be a chill lofi playlist, which created a comfortable atmosphere that complimented the scenery. y/n made a mental note that this would become their new study location. the desserts on display ranged from various croissants, cakes, muffins, cookies, and macarons. beomgyu decided on two mini cakes that complimented their outfits well, and though they were delicious, he did not miss the opportunity to take pictures of y/n. they were hiding their face behind their hands most of the time, but he did manage to capture a perfect photo of them holding the cake out on their hands as they widened their eyes in a cute manner, gawking at the deliciousness that was waiting to be eaten.

“i'm not much of a sweet person, but this is really good,” beomgyu comments as he takes his last bite of the dessert.

continuing on with the promises of the date, the two found a park nearby to sit and enjoy their food, while also enjoying the scenery outside. there have been comfortable moments of silence, but they've talked about anything that came to their mind. roads to the heart, beomgyu's progress, the fact that none of them expected to be where they are now. it was quite nice, actually.

“you're pretty sweet,” y/n replies without a second thought, chewing slowly as they realized what they just said and cannot take back.

beomgyu chuckles as he bites down on his lip and nods gushingly. he's been complimented by other flings before, but this time it hits different. perhaps it's his history with y/n, or maybe it's because he knows their intention is not to get in his pants. a scenario plays out in his head, his eyes widening at what's going on and mentally apologizes as if y/n is able to know what he's thinking about.

“you know,” beomgyu clears his throat once he pulls himself together. “you've barely told me anything about yourself. it can't just be me!”

y/n smiles in response and licks some frosting from their lips. “that's true. what do you want to know?”

beomgyu takes a moment. come to think of it, all he's done these past years is tease them about their incident. all he knows is that y/n is in theatre and they have a passion for acting. that seems to be an interest to him right now, and there's always the rest of their lives to find more things out about them. that is, if he doesn't mess this up.

“what made you want to get into acting?” he comes up with something to ask. beomgyu's interest surprises y/n, as they didn't expect him to ask this of all things. though, they wouldn't say it's the most sudden. if anything, they're becoming more appreciative of beomgyu's consideration these days.

“my dad was kind of a newbie actor and he was in short films,” y/n begins with a gentle kick of their feet. “he used to teach me everything he knew. i would perform for him and my mom in the living room and apparently i had some real potential. i didn't start taking it seriously until i got older and when he died i wanted to continue what we started.”

the last part has beomgyu stay still in a hitched breath. he had no idea y/n's father passed away until now. then again, he would've never known. he watches y/n closely for any signs of discomfort in order to signal a change of the topic. being in theatre these few months has taught him things like this and he's grateful he's able to use it right now. y/n continues to lightly kick their feet in the air from the bench the two are sitting on, their gaze focused on the scenery in front of them. a small smile takes place on their lips as their head tilts slightly to the left. there's some specs of fluorescent white in their eyes, probably due to dim lampposts nearby. still, they look as beautiful as ever.

beomgyu gets the hint that perhaps y/n is in a fond memory and continues on. “hey, um- i'm so sorry for your loss, really.”

“you wouldn't have known,” y/n affirms softly in the most genuine way possible. “enough time has passed that i could talk about him without breaking down on the spot.”

this slightly relieves beomgyu, but he hates that he's the most curious person to ever live on this planet. he wants to know more, maybe it can connect him to y/n too.

“when did he pass away?” he starts off hesitant and asks with care. “if you don't mind me asking.”

“in the fall of freshman year,” y/n responds with a click of their tongue.

freshman year. beomgyu's eyes widen when he realizes that fact and feels the corners brim with water, looking down at y/n's hands to distract himself. this must have occurred before beomgyu's party he had that semester. now it makes sense why y/n was to eager to drink that night and how their incident happened. beomgyu taunted them relentlessly while y/n was grieving over the death of their father.

how messed up is that?

“y-y/n, i'm so sorry,” beomgyu slowly looks up at them and feels the waves of apologies rush in his head. he doesn't even know where to start.

“again, you wouldn't have known,” y/n reassures once more. “i'm just grateful i have a great friend group who supported me during that time, and acting, of course.”

in all honesty, y/n wasn't intending to open up about their past. never in a million years would they imagine it would be with beomgyu, but he's proven that he's becoming a better person and they can see it. y/n can only imagine what's going on in his head at this moment, he must have connected the dots.

“what about your mom?” beomgyu can't refrain from asking.

“i don't know,” y/n draws in their breath and releases a much needed exhale. “ever since he passed she started to act different. i can't blame her, but she's definitely not the same person. we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things and barely talk nowadays but i'm used to that.”

beomgyu nods understandingly as he processes all this information. this conversation can go in different directions. he can ask more about y/n's mom, apologize profusely about being a dick all these years, or change the topic. he goes for the last option and steers it into a positive light.

“what films has your dad been in?” the boy hopes this was good enough.

y/n hums out loud as they fold their hands together on their lap. beomgyu's eyes trail onto the action and he can hear his thoughts tell him to hold those hands. they've technically done it before, why is he nervous all of a sudden? could it be his feelings have grown deeper?

“he's been in a few small projects,” y/n replies. “but i think his most notable film was 'loose strings'.”

beomgyu gasps in response to this and brings a hand to his mouth for full effect. this catches y/n's attention and they can only stare at him with a slight raised eyebrow.

“no way! i absolutely loved that film,” beomgyu exclaims with a grin and bright eyes. “i had no idea that was your dad.”

“i'm assuming you know it?” y/n stretches their question longingly with a hint of amusement in their voice.

“duh! taehyun and i had to watch it in film class sophomore year,” beomgyu recalls like it was yesterday. “honestly, it was the reason i decided to take playing guitar more seriously.”

y/n feels honored hearing this. perhaps beomgyu did always have a head on his shoulders and his persona left them to assume otherwise. getting to know him all this time made them see that he is actually quite an introspective and sensitive person.

exactly their type.

y/n turns fully to their right and brings a leg to sit under their other one as they rest their arm on the head of the bench. they're fully facing beomgyu at this point and the boy mirrors their actions so he could do the same. beomgyu flushes at the sudden movement as this is the moment they can really make eye contact with one another. y/n thinks to themselves how it gets tiring talking about yourself for too long. beomgyu is way more of an interesting character and they'd like to direct the attention back onto him.

“you know, it must be nice finally being able to share your passion with your friends,” y/n changes the subject with ease. “how does it feel?”

beomgyu rests his head on his fist as his fingers on his other hand play with his rings. “relieving. honestly, i couldn't have done it without you.”

“i bet that's not true. are they really that hard to talk to?” y/n's own curiosity leads them to ask. they don't know too much about yeonjun, apart from his hookups, but taehyun seems like a relaxed and level-headed guy. at least from what eliana has gushed about.

“not necessarily, i mean-” beomgyu hesitates as he does not want to leave the wrong impression about his friends. “taehyun is so…certain about his future that sometimes i thought he wouldn't take it seriously or say it wouldn't take me far. i was proven wrong because he practically said the same thing you told me.”

“now you have two people to listen to,” y/n teases as they hit beomgyu's shoulder playfully, to which he reacts with a soothing hand at the gesture.

beomgyu continues with a slight blush in his cheeks. “yeonjun is just silly and i thought he'd make fun of me for it.”

“welcome to the club,” y/n replies with fake astonishment. their eyes widen as their mouth hangs wide open, a smile replacing it when they see beomgyu roll his eyes and respond with a dry laugh.

“he's more than he makes out to be,” beomgyu confides honestly with a solemn tone to his voice. “you'd just have to believe me on that.”

“hey, if i could be open to you, i could be open to him too,” y/n replies. they often wonder how beomgyu managed to make that trio work, after all, they have such different personalities. then again, the same thing could apply to their friend group. the sheer thought of their friends hanging out together sends a chill down their spine.

there's another beat of silence as the two continue to admire the scenery in front of them. there's a cool rustle of the leaves on the floor, different colors of blankets are spread out on the ground, nearby shops flash their lit signs all across the park. it was such a simple date and y/n was enjoying it more than they thought they would.

if anything, they wanted to get to know beomgyu more than to have the classic 'date'. their small conversations throughout the night have allowed them to store facts in their brain to remember forever. beomgyu is actually more of a reserved person than they thought he would be, and honestly, they prefer it.

after pondering in thought for a few minutes, y/n manages to come up with a new question that they haven't thought about.

“what about your family?”

they remember walking into beomgyu's house and seeing several photos plastered on the refrigerator. it looks like it's just him, his parents, and his brother. are they creepy for knowing that?

“my parents are always away for work and my brother is living the college life,” beomgyu explains with a sigh, like he's used to the fact. “they send me great souvenirs though.”

beomgyu was used to living alone. he was used to being alone from a very young age. it wasn't until recently that the avoidant hole in his life started feeling more complete. perhaps it was his friends, maybe it was being in this production.

or oddly enough, it was y/n.

“just me and my guitar,” beomgyu finishes with a shrug of his shoulders.

“they're not here for it?” y/n recalls.

“they're just really practical,” beomgyu admits after huffing a long breath, rolling his eyes back to his head. “and they absolutely worship my brother who is studying engineering. i can't compete to that.”

“i'm sure if you talk to them and tell them it's more than just six strings on wood, they'll understand,” y/n suggests with an open mind. the sincerity in their words brings warmth to beomgyu's body.

beomgyu scoffs as he raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “please, you'd have to come with me to make that work out.”

“i would,” y/n doesn't hesitate to reply, which even shocks them. beomgyu has so much potential and it's time for the people in his life to realize it.

beomgyu is temporarily thrown back at the response, his tongue quenching for thirst all of a sudden. he's never had anyone in his life look out for him this much, and have it be y/n of all people? the way his feelings have changed scares him, to say the least. he doesn't look at y/n with amusement anymore or feel snarky enough to come up with a new joke to tease them with. they've become real friends by now.

maybe he wanted to be more.

the boy throws an appreciative smile as he shifts in his seat, reaching over for his guitar case resting on the lower half of his legs. he carefully takes out the instrument and settles it onto his lap, scooting his legs to be in the perfect comfortable position. y/n understands what is going on and shifts over to give beomgyu more space as they watch him prepare for his performance. the way his fingers know exactly what to do, almost carelessly tuning the strings and giving a few chords a test run.

“this was the main event,” beomgyu finally speaks after confirming his guitar is in perfect shape. “any requests?”

y/n hums as hold their gaze on the boy. they feel starstruck just looking at him, it's like the tone changed all of a sudden. what makes the feeling worse is that beomgyu is intently looking back at them just as much, arguably seeking more validation. y/n blinks down at the guitar before meeting beomgyu's eyes once again, which have stayed onto y/n's. they give a shy simper and their words escape from their mouth soon after.

“play me your favorite song.”

and so does beomgyu obediently follow. he strums a few random chords to get the mood straightened out, and once he does, a familiar melody plays out. the song is reminiscent of a fairy folklore, as if one is walking through a field full of daisies in the crisp air that is the spring time. y/n can't help but sway their head along to the song, closing their eyes to soak in beomgyu's beautiful thrumming. beomgyu keeps his attention down to his guitar, bobbing his head along to his own rhythm. before meeting y/n tonight, he was worried he'd be too intimidated to even get a note out. now that he's here, it's as if he's in his own room strumming the night away, just as he always did. that's how comfortable he is around this person.

it's not until the beat of the first verse finishes that y/n finally realizes what song this is. this soothing and brain scratching music can only belong to one artist. this just had to be glue song, because of course beomgyu is a beabadoobee fan, and of course it's their favorite song too. they don't know why they had a certain picture as to what kind of music beomgyu would like, it's not fair to him. that was their old impression of him, and this new one that they've developed thinks that this makes total sense for him. a sentimental guy who comes across as loud and fun, but actually prefers his quality time alone to recharge and step away from the crowd. honestly, it's attractive.

as beomgyu continues on with the song, y/n feels themselves hum along with the chords, which eventually turns into mumbling, then into full on singing. this brings beomgyu to look up from his acoustic to be faced with a vocalist, who still has their eyes closed. it doesn't catch him completely off guard to mess up the rhythm he had going, but now he can't take his eyes off them. suddenly, he knows what he's doing to not keep his stare on his own fingers.

y/n had a beautiful voice. sure, it wasn't american idol status, he can tell this isn't their speciality, but they were not bad at all. their voice is similar to the original singer's, airy, delicate, and soft. he wishes this moment can go on forever, but the song is already coming to an end. y/n would snap back to reality, but still, they just shared a moment. beomgyu played guitar and y/n sang along. forget any other cliche out there, this was enough.

the song fades out until beomgyu completely stops playing. y/n senses that it's finished, so they slowly open their eyes with a refreshing smile. this entire moment practically cleansed their soul. they glance over to beomgyu to see he's looking straight at them, and judging from how comfortable those pair of eyes were, he's been like this for a while. y/n's smile quickly fades as they wonder why he's looking at them this way. soon enough, they understand what just happened. this dummy just sang. how embarrassing.

y/n's stammers out a few nervous laughs as they figure out an excuse, and perhaps an apology, for what just occurred.

“you sing,” beomgyu concludes, his doe-eyed expression remains the same.

y/n responds with a titter and an effortless sway of their hand. their face denies it all, but their words can't. “it's just a hobby. it's not that serious.”

“why didn't you tell me you sing?” beomgyu unfreezes. his eyebrows curl up with sympathy and his tone expresses slight hurt. “that's like, the perfect combination!”

“all actors in theatre are expected to sing,” y/n casually downplays. “soobin and kai are pretty good too.”

“well, you have a great voice,” beomgyu's previously opened mouth is replaced with a grin, his way of being in the moment once again. “i didn't think you'd like the song.”

“i didn't think you'd know the song,” y/n jokes which earns a short peal of laughter from beomgyu. “but it is my favorite.”

“me too,” beomgyu stupidly points to his chest with a huge grin and a bright pair of eyes. his expression appears almost innocent.

the two share a laugh, genuinely enjoying each other's company. it feels different now, but it was definitely a good thing. beomgyu takes this moment to put away his guitar while y/n stares off ahead.

“i really didn't think we'd end up where we are now,” y/n reflects out of the blue.

beomgyu continues to look at their way, then down to their lap. he decides to hold their hand affirmingly, a downwards smile forms on his lips at the thought. “me neither.”

y/n feels the touch and glances at their intertwined hands, but they don't let go. the difference between this moment and their movie 'date' a couple weeks ago is they felt an instance of regret afterwards. there's none of that to be found right now. this felt right, and they can only return the smile genuinely.

“man, that night really embarrassed me,” y/n thinks back to the incident that started it all. “i'm surprised you didn't tell anyone.”

“why would i?” beomgyu questions with deep, serious eyes.

“because we kissed in your closet and i was apparently so bad at it that i bit your lip and you started bleeding,” y/n answers almost like it's obvious.

“…i was so desperate to have some fun after my dad died and turns out i was just a major idiot,” they continue on by adding a nudge to beomgyu's shoulder with the hand they're holding. “that's torture gold right there.”

beomgyu tightens his lips and soon after a slight smile forms. “i considered telling my friends, telling everyone at school, maybe even tweeting about it. but after you came up to me that day crying about how nobody could ever possibly know, i just couldn't. i vowed that i would never make you cry ever again.”

the sudden revelation has y/n's previously scrunched up features soften. in all honesty, they completely forgot they did that. they must have reeked of desperation in beomgyu's eyes. as if the boy could read their mind, he assures one more thing.

“and i kinda liked that we had something just between us,” he smirks with a tilt of his head, resulting in y/n rolling their eyes back.

beomgyu squeezes their intertwined hands with a firm grip, then locking their hands inside his jacket pocket for security and warmth. the gesture brings the two together and the enclosed space between them is suffocatingly filled with tension.

“besides, i only teased you all this time because you were my first kiss and i wanted to hold onto it,” beomgyu's words roll off his tongue a bit slower until his last were barely audible, as he's whispering. “and maybe i started to like you.”

“i started to like you too,” y/n admits faster than they intended. the shyness written on their face leads both of them to share a laugh, closing their eyes at the sweet moment.

there is now a stillness as the two longingly gaze at each other. the shade near their surroundings darkens beomgyu's eyes and the stars in the sky beam a light onto y/n's lips. beomgyu can't help but glance right at them, to which y/n notices and feels those butterflies flap their wings inside their stomach.

they knew what was coming.

“y/n, about your text,” beomgyu starts, but he doesn't finish. it's like he's waiting for y/n to answer it instead.

ah, yes. the accidental 'beomgyu are we gonna kiss' they sent due to their bunches of nerves. at that time they were feeling cowardly and didn't want to ask while on the date, out of fear that they would mess things up. these two have already shared so much, so now y/n felt a sudden wave of boldness strike within them. they wanted this to happen.

“kiss me.”

beomgyu hesitates after hearing this, but it doesn't stop him from moving his head inches closer to y/n's, and neither do they. y/n suggested that they take it slow over texts, was that about to change after this? say that they do kiss, what's to come right after? was the choi beomgyu about to land a partner that he's fallin for? it wouldn't be his first relationship, but it would certainly be the first that he actually cares about.

“are you sure?” is all he can ask, his words coming out breathlessly. y/n can feel a hint of minty air hit their face and the sensation is cool.

“absolutely positive,” y/n confirms with confidence. being in theatre for four years has allowed them to know what they want, and this was certainly it. having it be beomgyu of all people wasn't expected, but maybe they like that. there's already an element of surprise to their relationship. they have a feeling they won't regret this kiss, so it needs to happen now.

“i'll try not to bite you this time…accidentally,” y/n teases, wondering where they got this courage from all of a sudden. beomgyu can't deny that it wasn't attractive, as he can't hide the flush of a smile that just came over him.

with those words, the two lean in one last time to the point where the space between them is unavoidable. if they move any closer, their lips would be in contact. the close proximity of each of their breaths feels warm, something much needed due to how chilly it's gotten tonight. beomgyu sends one final reassurance in his eyes before he tilts his head to the left, cueing y/n to go the opposite direction, courtesy of having many on-stage kisses. the setup was right there. y/n can feel beomgyu tighten his fingers around theirs inside of his pocket and they go into this with ease. they're ready to finally have a good kiss with choi beomgyu.

until an unfamiliar female voice creeps up from behind the bench.

“beomgyu?!”

the two flinch in their spots as they immediately back away, returning to their original sitting positions. y/n doesn't even notice the person has made their way around the bench to stand in front of them. they feel startled, unprepared, as this is not what they were hoping it would result to. once they land back to reality, they're faced with this mysterious person.

isa?

“hey, i thought it was you!” isa exclaims while clasping her hands together. “i was just in the area when i saw you two and thought i would stop by and say hi.”

lee chaeyoung, commonly known as isa due to how many girls in their grade had the exact same name. she's cool enough to establish her own persona. the girl she was once partnered with in sophomore year, who was actually a decent student to work with (after y/n has worked with too many idiots in the past). the same girl that gave their number to beomgyu, perhaps she was to be thanked for starting this all. the best for last, the girl beomgyu has been in an on and off again relationship with. how wonderful.

isa wasn't necessarily mean, definitely not the kind of high school girl you see in media and film. she had a pretty smile that caused her eyes to crease up in an endearing manner. her lips were plump and nourished, everyone wanted to kiss her. her voice was soothing and sweet, both her talking and singing voice as she often took lead in the school's choir. even her fashion sense was always on point. tonight she's rocking a cream cropped cardigan sweater with a black miniskirt and pointed booties.

y/n started to feel insecure at her sight. clearly, she's gorgeous. how could beomgyu let her go? maybe beomgyu was even ashamed to be seen with a theatre geek like them right now. y/n still feels a grip around their fingers, so they know beomgyu is still holding their hand. okay, so maybe not ashamed. y/n shutters their eyelashes to join in on the conversation. they assume that they've missed some dialogue already.

“you know, i've been trying to talk to you,” isa points out slightly defeated, rocking her heals back and forth. her eye contact settles on beomgyu the entire time.

“yeah sorry,” an uncomfortable beomgyu lets out an apologetic chuckle, perhaps even some awkwardness was present. “i've been a little busy with the production and stuff.”

“even before the production?” her pitch is raised higher and isa squints her eyes in doubt. a smirk accompanies along with deciding to put her own hands in her pockets.

great, she still liked him.

beomgyu doesn't respond which leads to a beat of unbearable silence. y/n can tell he doesn't want to sit through this, they can feel his body tense up and the avoidance of meeting isa's eyes. even they can't come up with an excuse to be left alone, and they certainly hope isa wasn't there for their almost kiss two minutes ago.

as if she was able to read their minds, she speaks once more.

“well then, i'll leave you both to it,” isa smacks her lips together with a tight smile. she gestures with a free hand, pointing to each of them, “i assume this is about the production.”

boy was she wrong. still, beomgyu and y/n return a curt nod and isa begins to walk away, saying her goodbyes. she stops in her path to glance at y/n, the first time they haven't felt ignored throughout this interaction.

“oh, and it was nice seeing you again, y/n.”

just like that, the girl is out from view and the two are left in silence. y/n suddenly feels chillier and looks down to see beomgyu has stopped holding their hand. they don't know how long it's been that way.

“the moment was ruined, wasn't it?” y/n is almost afraid to ask, but the dread in their voice knows the answer already.

“yeah,” beomgyu blankly stares ahead until he looks to y/n with a forced smile.

they remain this way for a while, just gazing at each other for no reason. no intent to continue what they started. instead, they unanimously get up from the bench, feeling some resurgence in their legs after sitting there for so long. beomgyu picks up his guitar as y/n picks up any loose trash they might have left.

they walk side by side all the way to the parking lot, where beomgyu walks y/n to their car first. they each share comments about how much fun they had tonight, besides the last interruption. beomgyu leaves y/n to it, watching them buckle up inside their car, and eventually, watching them drive away.

…

with many thoughts rushing inside their mind, and slight dissatisfaction, y/n walks up to their front door. amongst all things to ponder about, they were most concerned with what they were going to tell their friends. granted, they did emphasize that they might kiss beomgyu, surely they were all anticipating a story time. how were they going to break the news that they never did? the reason being that his ex showed up of all people. y/n was still iffy about that incident, they felt like isa had hidden plans. as much as they hate to doubt her, they can't forget about what eliana once said about isa. sometimes the girl's infatuation with beomgyu influences her actions.

another forbidden thought was just how they were ever going to open up about what really happened between them and beomgyu those years ago. y/n has never told anyone what happened that night, and neither has beomgyu. would they be breaking some kind of bond of trust if they confessed to their friends? soobin has already been onto y/n for a few days, they don't know how much longer they could keep this secret.

most of all, how was y/n supposed to tell their friends that they like beomgyu?

almost dreading what's waiting for them on their phone, y/n places a hand on the doorknob as they search for their keys, ready to jiggle the lock and rest for the night. they are nearly successful — until they hear a car pull up on their driveway. did it just park?

y/n whips their head back, wondering if they should pull out their pepper spray. they've seen too many horror movies to not have this scenario cross their mind. there was no need for that because sure enough, it was beomgyu himself.

the boy makes his way up the steps until he is face to face with y/n. they try to read his expression, but they are too flabbergasted to even think straight. did he never go home? did he follow them to their house? this was either going to end well or go terribly wrong.

“beom-”

“you forgot this,” beomgyu pulls out a threaded object from his pocket. “you must've dropped it when we left.”

y/n's eyes trail onto his movement as he sticks his palm out, and they focus on the item in question. a bracelet that kai made for them in arts class a couple semesters ago. their favorite colors mixed together with the beads reading 'y/n >3<'. they've never taken it off and they feel fond of the memory being that soobin was pouty that he never received one. they almost consider giving it to him since the strings have gone loose. clearly to the point where it came off them.

“you couldn't give it to me tomorrow?” y/n can't help but ask the first question they can think of. it is valid though, why would he want to drive half an hour only to give back a bracelet?

beomgyu stares at the amusement on y/n's face as his eyes follow down to their lips once again, this time unbeknownst to y/n. it's not until he comes straight forward, practically trapping y/n against the door. one arm is on the doorframe while the other softly places onto y/n's chin, his thumb helping the eye contact. the scene compares to the very first day of theatre class backstage. only this time, y/n isn't repulsed by his boldness. in fact, they feel their legs give out at any moment.

“well, i was hoping we could finish what we started,” beomgyu admits in a low voice. the hand on y/n's chin moves down to stroke their arm until his fingertips reach for y/n's to hold.

y/n knows where this is going and the fact that this moment cannot be interrupted makes them crave for it even more.

“for the show,” y/n stammers out under their breath, referring to the practice they needed for their soon to be on stage kiss.

“for the show,” beomgyu repeats as he leans in a couple inches. he can almost feel y/n's eyelashes fluttering against his. “cherry?”

y/n gulps down some needed air after hearing the safe word and nods slowly, then moving down to beomgyu's lips. here it goes.

“cherry.”

as soon as those words escape, beomgyu doesn't hesitate to make the first move. he's wanted a second chance at this for so long and it couldn't be more perfect. his lips brush against y/n's before they clash with confidence, finding a rhythm in their movement the longer the kiss went on. beomgyu's hand on the door wriggles down to find y/n's waist for more security, and that's the signal that things were about to move forward.

y/n takes the chance to bring their previously useless hands onto beomgyu's hair, using their fingers to tug some strands with each kiss. once they begin doing so, it leads beomgyu's tongue to ask for an entrance, to which y/n graciously accepts. throughout this entire makeout session, it dawns on them how they managed to mess this up the first time. were they that big of a dork that they couldn't land a simple kiss right? did beomgyu still think of them as lame because of that?

surely not, the boy can't help but sigh deeply with each contact and the deeper y/n digs through his scalp. not to mention, they taste just right. it's like their mouths were made for each other, it was going much more smoothly. beomgyu continues to hold his hands firm on y/n's hips, perhaps even stronger. y/n hums at the touch and the vibrations it sends through beomgyu's mouth leads him to smile in between the kiss, and y/n can't help but return the favor. it's at this moment they both realize the same things.

they were literally making out right now.

this was certainly not just for the show.

and this definitely ended well.

please do not translate, modify or repost on other platforms.

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hellscaperesources · 3 months ago

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Recently in egregious failures:

Mad about Ali W*ng being as much of an obnoxious hack as ever in the new special and still having an appreciative audience

Kept waiting for J*cqueline N*vak to stop pacing back and forth for the first 15 minutes of her special and then snapped and fastforwarded through the rest of it only to find that she never does. She just keeps pacing throughout the whole show. That’s insane

Sad that Y*eji has been making increasingly unlistenable music since her big break in 2017 girl PLEASE drop the baby voice I BEG YOU

Had no context going in and thought C*rrie C**n’s opening scene in His Three Daughters was supposed to be an irritated actress doing a perfunctory and rushed read-through of her character’s sucky monologue for a community theater production of a shitty play she’s stuck doing for some reason. But no, no, it’s actually C*rrie C**n delivering her actual lines in the movie. Poorly delivering poorly written lines. Un-fucking-believable

Love Tw*gs dearly but the cinematography in her videos has always been hit and miss and this recent one is more of a miss. And I don’t know if the hellish desaturated corporate office with fluorescent lighting and low ceilings as a prison for the human spirit is supposed to be 90s nostalgia but it certainly doesn’t come across that way, it just looks like a very random retread

To end on a happier note, Ch*ppel R*an’s ecstatic vocal flips and ‘WHOO’s on Naked in Manhattan remind me of C*roline P*lachek’s on So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings, it’s giving “on the cusp of orgasm” and is very cute ^^

#mine

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strawhatsweets · 3 years ago

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"Oh baby, I miss you so much. Ya cant be cryin when Im not there to take care a ya." Bakugou sighed into the phone. He was away on a mission and left Kirishima in charge of you. "Need you to tell shitty hair to take care of ya ok? Can ya do that pretty baby?"

"Mmhmm. Jus' miss you so much." You whimpered out, walking to the living room where Kirishima sat on the couch of the apartment all three of you shared. "Eji?" You weakly asked for his attention.

His head whipped around. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Need you to take care a me. Katsu said so." You pouted, wiping your nose.

"Aw sweetheart, c'mere I gotcha." He extended his arms and you immediately climbed into his lap, wrapping yourself in his chest as he took the phone from you and put it on speaker.

"Hey Bakugou!" Kirishima chirped. He missed the blonde as much as you did.

"Hey shitty hair. Give Y/n a little extra love tonight for me ok? Gonna be back soon. I promise." He sighed, wishing he could be home.

"Okay." "Okayyy." The two of you said at the same time, your lips finding Kirishimas neck.

#lmao fuck #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #wanna make this into a full length thing #a lil #poly fic?#bakugou drabble #kirishima drabble

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pr0dbeomgyu · 3 years ago

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BLURRY LINES

*＊✿❀LINE 25 : LAST TO FIGURE OUT❀✿＊*

"good morning,"

the moment y/n opened her eyes, taehyun greeted her.

at some point during her sleep, y/n must've turned around cause right now, taehyun's face is right in front of her, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

y/n was too busy staring into his eyes to even realise their close proximity, noses almost touching. or even realise how tight taehyun's hugging her.

it's only when he raised an eyebrow she realised she was caught staring. to cover up her embarrassment, she snuggled closer, putting her face flushed against his chest (which she regretted since her nose almost felt like breaking cause of how hard it is)

"shit," she brought her hand up to her face, rubbing her nose.

"what is this? some kind of rock?"

taehyun only laughed, shoving her head away playfully.

"get away from me. shouldn't you get ready for class by now?"

"yeah, but give me five more minutes,"

she replied, snuggling closer again, gently now, not wanting her nose to fall off, for real.

"what if you miss your bus?"

"i mean, what's the use of having the kang taehyun as my fake boyfriend then, if not for sending me to classes,"

"not even 24 hours yet you're starting to use me," he shook his head dramatically.

"shut up, we're literally heading to the same place,"

NEXT | MASTERLIST

TAGLIST :

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SYNOPSIS :

if there's anything y/n's good at, it's differentiating her feelings between love or hate. it's so distinct, she really doesn't get it when people say they have mixed feelings about something, cause to her, love is LOVE and hate is, well... HATE. LOVE is like her feelings for prodsputnik, an anonymous soundcloud artist she adores which she may or may not have a stan account for. HATE is like her feelings towards her roommate, kang taehyun. she even claimed that researchers are bullshitting when they say there's a thin line between hate and love. but what if y/n figures out that prodsputnik and kang taehyun is the same person? will the line between love and hate stay thick and clear as fuck (y/n's words) to y/n or will it get blurry?

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planetsano · 4 years ago

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roots

synopsis: you help kirishima touch up those pesky roots of his and he gets the excellent idea of an undercut.

tag(s): bullet fic, hair dye, hair stylist!reader, established relationship, fluff, wap, undercut, long hair kiri, prohero au, aged up au, massive prohero!kirishima, domestic

pairing: eijirou kirishima x reader

a/n: inspired by these set of photos. { 1. 2. 3.}

“Baby? Can you do my hair, please?” Kirishima calls out. He leans over the bathroom sink counter and looks into the mirror intensely. His eyes specifically target the annoying black roots sprouting from his scalp about an inch or two in length.

You walk into the bathroom and see him looking frustrated in the mirror.

“See, baby? They're so annoying!” He quickly turns to you crouching over and bending his knees so he's level at your shorter height.

Over the years since graduating UA, he's added quite a few inches to his height standing currently at 6’5, he's packed on a lot more muscle too. You'd imagine it's slightly uncomfortable for this particularly large man to be crouching down to your smaller height like this.

Your fingers play through his hair taking note that it was in fact time for a touch up.

“Your hair grows so fast, Kiri.” Also since UA, Kirishima’s hair has grown well past his shoulders. He has no intentions on cutting it as he's grown super attached to it, but there aren't any complaints from you.

“Can you help me out again? The last time I tried the whole bathroom was stained red.” He stands up fully looking down at you with a slight pout.

Poor baby. You were away for a couple days working a fashion show and not only was he missing you, but he was growing antsy about his roots. He figured he did it back in school so he could do it even “better” now that he was older and a prohero.

You can only imagine how awkwardly cute and pitiful he looked while trying to dye his hair without your help.

Just imagine a 6’5 built Kiri in the bathroom trying to apply hair dye to the back of his head only getting more and more frustrated because he can't see.

Kirishima met you one day and he went to a popular salon, seeking someone who could professionally take care of his hair after years of abuse.

It was cute. Imagine this big tall man coming into a hair salon all flustered and confused upon never stepping into such a space before. He doesn't know what to ask or how to ask but the receptionist was sweet and patient. She set an appointment up for him, you ended up being his stylist and he was smitten ever since.

“Let's get started then, baby.” You smiled up at him and stood on your tipping toes silently asking for a kiss. He gladly granted your request.

After getting all the necessary supplies set out and ready, you quickly got started. It was a simple procedure and caused no issues as you've done this countless times.

While you're waiting for his roots to process, Kirishima turns on the home stereo and connects his phone.

It was a routine thing really.

“There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house-”

Fragile masculinity in this household? Never heard of her! Kirishima will rap this song from start to finish emitting the bad bitch energy he's always had.

“Certificated freak! Seven days a week! Wet ass pussy, make that pull game weak! Ah 😝”

After the vibe session you washed and conditioned his hair thoroughly from the chemical and now it was time for the easiest and most satisfying part.

Red fire engine hair dye. After applying, washing and blow drying, you're happy with the result. He looks so handsome.

“All done, Eji!” You exclaim and peck his cheek with your lips.

You hand him your hand mirror and he looks excitedly at himself but as he continues to look, it seems like an idea pops in his head.

“Baby, can I try something different?” He's rummaging through your box of hair tools set on looking for something in particular.

“What are you loo-”

“These!” He pops up with clippers in hand with a wide smile spreading across his face showing his sharp edged teeth.

Your eyes widened as far as they could go.

“I'm not shaving your head Eijirou Kirishima!” You looked at him like he had just murdered 1,000 people.

“No! Just the back!”

“An undercut?”

“Yes! That!”

You got so giddy and excited to hear that he actually even suggested an undercut. You've had the idea for years but you knew he loved his hair and the thought of scissors even next to his head made him anxious.

“Are you sure, bub? I-” You looked at him unsure.

“I'm sure! I want to try something different! It'd be fun to have a new look!” He smiled brightly at you, again showing off his teeth. He was 100% confident in his decision.

Kirishima essentially let your creativity and expertise do it's own thing during the cut. He trusted you would make him look awesome like you always did.

And you fucking snapped. You really did.

He looked… amazing.

“Ready to see?” You smiled as you picked up your hand mirror again.

“Yeah, baby. The suspense is killing me here.” He chucked, fidgeting in his seat a little from his nerves.

You handed him the mirror and his eyes widened.

His hair was up and pulled back stylishly in a bun exposing the newly added undercut.

“Babe! I love it! And you!” He jumped up and pulled you in an engulfing hug.

“-’M gl-ad you like it, hun!” Your voice was muffled.

“Huh?” Kirishima pulled away slightly looking down at you like a confused puppy.

You giggled.

“I said I'm glad you like it.” You smiled and he leaned down to place his lips onto yours softly.

#self indulgence at its finest #eijirou kirishima #eijirou kirishima x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero #bnha eijiro x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia imagines #bnha #mha #mha x reader

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thatanimenerd101 · 3 years ago

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Miracles

Kirishima x Female reader

Adult pro heroes.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: homeless, pregnancy, fluff, pain, hospitals.

GIF credits go to 8zu

It wasn’t easy dating the pro hero Red Riot, the late nights and empty side of his bed in the mornings. He was still under Fat Gum at this time. But today you were going to surprise your husband while he was at work.

You put on your best outfit you could find, and looked in the fridge. You noticed he forgot his lunch, that was odd. He like never forget it? Considering his appetite, he gets. The bento box untouched with a written love note you left him. For the past week your niece has been staying with you and Kirishima.

“Do you wanna go see Uncle Eji at work?” You smiled already knowing the answer. You saw her head pop up from her animal book.

“Yes Auntie I wanna go! Can we go now!” She looked up with stars in her eyes.

You nodded. “Go get your shoes on. I’ll meet you outside Hana.” She ran to get her shoes.

“Oh no! I almost forgot!” She took her shoes and ran to her bedroom and returned with her Fat Gum toy. “I can’t meet Fat Gum without my toy of him!” You smiled down at her.

“That’s right you’ve never met Fat before. Did mama get that for you?”

“Yeah! I’m so excited to see my uncle and meet Fat Gum! Is he really that big in person auntie?”

“Well get your shoes on silly and let’s find out!” She put on her shoes and ran out the door. You felt a bit sick to your stomach. Something that been happening for the past few weeks. You brushed it off as stress.

“Come on Auntie y/n let’s go!” She jumped up and down. You smiled and held your hand out for her to hold. She held on and dragged you to the train station.

The two of you walked into Fat Gum agency and your niece ran off to find her uncle.

“Hana, come back here!” You ran after her.

You found her standing behind Fat Gum, his back was turned.

“Auntie! Look, it's Fat Gum!”

Fat Gum turned around and looked down.

“Why hello there kiddo!” He looked at you and smiled.

She smiled and held up her toy. “You’re my favorite hero Fat besides my uncle.”

He laughed. “I’m taking a guess that you two are looking for him.”

You nodded. “Yeah, Eiji, left his lunch at home and Hana never met you before, so i figured two birds with one stone.” You smiled.

Hana was too busy eating the candy Fat Gum gave her to pay attention.

“ Well he’s on patrol right now, he should be back any minute now.” You sighed as you thought about the last few weeks. Your husband had a bigger appetite than normal.

“I have an odd question, do you know if Kiri has been taking his meal breaks? He’s been coming home with a larger appetite these past weeks. He brings home his lunch bag everyday empty. I even started packing him more food but he still comes home and acts like he hasn't eaten since that morning.”

Fat looked down at you and saw the concern in your eyes.

“As far as I know he is. But if he isn’t he is going to hurt himself.” You heard familiar foot steps walking nearby. You saw your red headed husband walking in. You ran over to him and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Hana running behind you.

“Why hello there beautiful ladies.” He smiled and picked up the small child.

“Uncle! We brought you lunch and Auntie says you're in the dog house.”

He furrowed his brows and looked at you. With a hand on your hip you gave him the “we need to talk” look. He gulped. What where you mad about? The missed date last week? Was today an important day? His brain was trying to think of what to do.

“Have fun in the dog house Uncle.” She jumped down and laughed. You gave Hana the bento box and told her to hold it.

“Hana, there's some toys in my office. You can go play there for a while. Stay there until we come to get you.” The little girl nodded and ran off. “Listen babe, if this is about the date last week i thought we talked about it.”

You took his hand and let him to an empty hallway. “No, this isn’t about last week. Sharkie, over the past few weeks I’v-”

Eijio cut you off. “Are you unhappy being with me y/n?”

Your jaw dropped. “No! Baby, I’ve noticed you’ve lost some weight and your appetite has gone up. As your wife I’m worried about you. It’s like you don't eat lunch. I work very hard to make you those every morning.”

The pro hero’s head was down. “I can explain. A few weeks ago I was on patrol and I ran into this little boy. He was homeless and was hungry so I offered him lunch everyday. But I didn't want him eating fast food so he’s been eating the lunches you pack me.Plus you would notice where the money was going because of our joint bank account. The poor kid doesn't have any family. I just wanted to be manly and help him. I tried to get him to come with me but he doesnt trust me fully. So i thought food was the key to gain his trust.” He was sitting on the ground. You looked down at him before sitting across from him.

“Eiji, baby why did you not tell me?”

He looked up at you with sadness in his eyes. “He told me not to tell you.” A rush of guilt went through his gut.

“Do you remember our vow to each other, to tell each other everything?” You put a hand on his cheek.

“Yes I do.” He sighed. “I was gonna tell you tonight because I wanted to ask for your help. He won’t leave the alley, he told me he won’t leave his home unless the nice lady comes and gets him. From what he’s told me I’m pretty sure it’s you.” He held your hand. “He’s scared of a lot of people, when I told the police about him he disappeared for days. I would look for him whn I was out on patrol.”

You put your free hand on your chin and thought.

“He’s been through a lot, probably has issues with males. But does anyone else know?”

“No, besides you and me. He made me promise not to tell anyone else. He has no family, they died in a house fire. He’s been on the streets for a while now. Maybe he could live with us?”

Your jaw dropped. “Eijirou Kirishima, we are not ready for a child of our own. We are both pro heroes and we don’t have the time to take care of one right now. We both work all the time, we barely get to see each other outside of work. Both of our jobs are dangerous, that would put him more at risk.” You sighed. “I’m sure there’s a family out there who will give him a good home.”

“I know I know but he’s run away from all the homes he was placed in. They bring him back but he just leaves and isn’t seen for weeks until someone else finds him.”

You put your hand on your chin and started brainstorming. Then a lightbulb went off. “Eijirou, we don’t have much of a choice here. He’s gonna have to be turned into the police and be placed in a different foster home.” A wave a sickness went through your body. Something was wrong. You hunched over and held yourself. Pain was shooting into your abdomen.

“Y/n are you okay?” He looked at you and was very confused. You were just fine a minute ago.

You shook your head. “Somethings wrong Eiji, I’ve never had this pain before. Can you call my sister to come pick up Hana?”

He nodded and as he was about to pick up his phone Fat Gum appeared in his not fat form. He looked at you and ran.

“Y/n what happened?”

You were in so much pain you started to cry.

Fat Gum looked up to your husband.

“We were just talking and then she said had pain in her abdomen. She’s been feeling unwell the past few weeks but we both thought it was just stress of the job.”

“Take her to the hospital!” Fat gum ordered

Kirishima picked you up and ran to his car. He laid you in the backseat. He got in the drivers seat and drove to the hospital. He was losing it in his head.

Is my wife dying? What’s going on? Wait, hold up. She said something was late but I can’t remember? Not the time Eijirou. Just focus on driving and everything will be alright.

He looked back at you. ”How are you doing back there?”

You held your stomach and held the vomit from coming up. “Like shit, this doesn’t feel like cramps or anything I’ve had before.”

He put his foot on the gas petal and it was on the floor.

At the hospital the staff asked your husband to wait outside. They asked you question after question. The usual, but as being female they asked you the least favorite question.

“Mrs. Kirishima, are you sexually active?” The doctor asked, holding his clipboard.

You blushed and nodded. “Yes I am, but we use protection so there’s no chance that I’m pregnant.”

“We need to order some tests, when was your last period?” The nurse took her leave and walked out.

Eijirou asked if he could see you but you were still with the doctor.

“Four months ago, I’ve always been like that. They’ve been irregular since I was a teenager.”

“Alright, we are still going to have to run a pregnancy test to rule it out. So we can figure out what medication to put you on.”

You nodded. “Can my husband please come in?” You were pretty anxious considering what happened.

“Yes, I’ll tell him Mrs. Kirishima.” The doctor took his leave and notified your husband.

Eijiro came in. “Are you okay sweetheart?!” He held your hand.

“I’m fine, I hate hospitals.” You smiled up at him. “Should be out of here soon.”

A half hour went by and the doctor came in.

“I have your test results back Mrs. Kirishima.”

The both of you stopped your conversation and looked up at him.

“Everything came back normal, however I have some news for you both.” He smiled and looked at the couple. “You two are gonna be parents, congratulations!” You two looked at each over in shock.

“I’m pregnant?!” You looked at your husband.

“Baby this is gonna be amazing! Your gonna be a mama and I’ll be a daddy!”

The doctor waited a few seconds before clearing his throat. “Since you are a pro hero Mrs. Kirishima, you won’t be able to be in the field for a while. The stress of the job isn’t good for you or your growing baby.”

You nodded. “How far along and I?”

“About four weeks, please follow up with your gynecologist in two weeks. I recommend rest and to start taking prenatal.”

Kirishima was taking notes on his phone.

“Anything else doctor?”

“No, but I believe this was normal. If you notice anything wrong or you don’t feel right please come back or call your OBGYN.”

You just laid there in shock with a hand on your stomach. There’s a child growing inside me?

He handed you two some paperwork.

“Once this is all done you are all set to go home. But please take it easy Mrs. Kirishima, I understand that conceiving a child is hard for you, rest will help. But don’t forget to still exercise. Walking or a slight jogging is a starter. To add on, no more picking up anything over ten pounds.”

#mha x reader #mha #fluff #mha x y/n #mha kirishima #mha boys #mha fanfiction #mha pro heroes #mha love #bnha x kirshima #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction

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the-peachpit · 4 years ago

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How I Fell In Love Three Ways

Ship: Shorter / (Y/N)

Warnings: None

Summary:

Of course it decides to the first day on your vacation to cap cod. Shorter as always shows you how to make the most of any situation. You remember all the times you've fallen in love with the mafia boss.

The thunder rolled over the hills; the air was full of static. You knew it would rain since yesterday, you could feel it in your bones with the chill of the wind that raced through the grass where you laid. Cape Cod was the first place you felt the change of the weather so strongly. In New York it felt like it was either summer or winter. You had missed the subtle divides of the world as it spun and changed. Spring was making a mark you’d never smelled before. Laying in the grass you waited watching intently as the clouds darkened turning the late afternoon into an early evening.

Another long roll of thunder shook your core as a hand reaches over warm and reassuring. Turning your head to the side you’re greeted with glittering dark eyes slanted in the corners pulled into a bright smile. Suddenly the sun was back.

“Trust me,” He whispered through the tall blades of grass.

You trust him with your life.

You nod unable to say just that.

Shorter Wong was one adventure after another, a gang leader who you’d never guess had the stomach for it. Though it wasn’t for him, but for the good of China Town, at least that’s what he told you and himself. When he asked you to come with him and his friends to an old house you didn’t even hesitate. If he asked you to jump from the cliff you just might.

“Here it comes,” Shorter’s voice was raised in excitement.

You braced yourself as the first drop fell, it was warmer than you expected on your skin. It started gradually before becoming a blanket of rain falling steadily against your body. Shorters laugh cut through the thunder as it growled low. His face towards the sky, his eyes closed as his chest raised towards the angry clouds above taking it all in. He was beautiful, and this was it, the fourth time you’d fallen in love with Shorter Wong and his patience with the world. Letting it all fall as he embraced it rolling with the waves. The rain itself couldn’t drown him, or quench the fireworks blooming in your chest.

The first time you had fallen in love with Shorters patience was simple. Getting home from work you saw Eji pacing around the kitchen while Shorter sat at the table in the corner looking intently. Eji was upset about something wringing his hands together as he talked quickly about his bad day at work. Slipping back into Japanese on occasion until he noticed you standing in the doorway shocked. Seeing Eji agitated wasn’t a normal occurrence. Sheepishly you closed the door and walked past while Eji groaned and rattled on. You paused on the stairs straining to listen.

“Now she’s going to think I’m” he paused huffing, “Damn it what’s the word? Not all together?”

‘Crazy,’ was the first word to pop into your head. You noticed Shorter hadn’t said a word as Eji worked it out before snapping his fingers.

“Crazy!” Eji shouted.

“(Y/N) isn’t going to think that,” Shorter assured him, “You had a rough day, it happens.”

As Eji continued on his rant you noticed Shorter never just fed him the words he wanted, never interrupted. Eji was free to express his feelings with no rush. You smiled as you continued up the stairs to your room. It was the first time you took note of Shorter’s firecracker personality taking a back seat. He was careful to listen thoroughly to Eji, giving genuine responses. That night while you laid on the couch playing on your phone, you didn’t miss the way Eji hummed while cooking dinner.

The second time you fell in love with Shorters patience was a rush six months later. The end of a roof party. The stars were sparkling while you dimmed the string lights strung along a small section of the roof patio. People were starting to filter out as midnight was on the horizon minutes from striking. The atmosphere had changed and Shorter who had controlled the music most of the night- playing all of his personal favorite party mixes- played something soft and slow. You yawned starting down the stairs with plates in your hand telling yourself you’d let them soak overnight and worry about them in the morning. Reaching into the pocket of your summer dress you realized you’d left your phone upstairs on the table. With a loud groan you trekked back up the stairs pausing at the top.

A wimped made you freeze holding the door open praying it wouldn’t creak. Sitting on the couch looking out over the city Ash’s golden hair was squished against Shorter’s shoulder. Shorter had his arm loosely draped over the back of the couch.

“I still think about it,” Ash said before swigging a beer, “Worried it’s not over, that we’re not really safe.”

“It’s been four years,” Shorter replied.

“Then why am I not over it!” Ash sat up straight.

Shorter’s hand moved to the middle of Ash’s shoulders rubbing gently, “No one expects you to be over it.”

You knew Ash had a rough past, something everyone but you seemed to be around for, for the most part. He doesn’t talk about it, basically pretends it doesn’t exist. You’ve seen Eji rewrite stories from the past on the spot when Ash is around to erase any bad events. Listening in felt wrong, but your curiosity of Ash had skyrocketed for years.

Ash screamed pulling you from your thoughts making your body shiver. His voice was broken as he shouted into the night sky over the honking of cars below. Shorter was a quiet comfort.

Feeling as if you had intruded slowly you let the door click close. It wasn’t supposed to rain, you could go without your phone that night. You never said a word to Ash or Shorter about what you saw that night. Keeping it to yourself felt right, but the next morning when you woke up with your phone next to you and Shorter doing the dishes with a goofy smile your heart did a flip.

The third and most recent time you’d fallen in love with Shorter was right before the trip. Sing wanted to go; Sing always wanted to tag along. No one was against him joining and you assumed it had been decided Sing was coming. Until you heard a familiar groan while you were taking a basket full of laundry to the basement. Peeking around the corner of the doorframe to the kitchen you saw Sing with his head down on the table.

“I have no idea how to write this,” he groaned.

Shorter was slicing an apple at the counter, “Tell me the prompt again, and we’ll think of something.”

Sing had recently started going back to school letting the whole gang thing take a seat on the back burner. It wasn’t easy and took a whole lot of convincing on Shorter’s part. The discussion had taken place on day on accident- it was totally your fault and Sing wouldn’t let you forget it.

Shorter and Sing came home early from the restaurant and caught you dancing in the living room. Shorter joked about your terrible dance moves and you rolled your eyes.

“Ha ha, Sing can tell you these moves are in. He probably sees them at school dances all the time.”

“As if,” Sing scoffed.

You put your hands on your hips, “I should have known you weren’t a school dance guy.”

Shorter put his hand on the back of his neck looking towards the floor, “Sing uh doesn’t go to school.”

“Oh,” You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“Why would I need school?” Sing snorted, “I’ve already got a job.”

You shrugged, “You don’t need it, you’re a smart kid Sing. You’ve had great mentors, and the restaurant is great work. It does open more opportunities though, just in case you find yourself wanting to do something different.”

Sing pulled the juice from the fridge, “Sounds like a waste of time to me. I don’t plan on getting too old.”

“Sing,” Shorter’s voice was deep and gruff.

Sing took a long chug from his glass.

Later that night Shorter paced around the bedroom biting his nails as you brushed your teeth peeking from around the frame.

You spat the toothpaste into the sink, “You doing okay?”

Shorter sighed laying back across the bed, “I’m bummed out about Sing. He’s fucking fourteen.” He ran his fingers over his face, “He’s a hot headed know it all who hasn’t realized he’s in over his head. I hate the way he said he didn’t plan on being around long. What kid acknowledges death at 14?”

You walked to the bed sitting next to Shorter gently lacing your fingers through his, “Then talk to him about it. Tell him he should seriously consider doing more.” Shorter kissed your knuckles gently, “I can’t go all authority on Sing, we’ve always been equals.”

“Maybe it’s time to be a different kind of role model for him.”

Shorter looked at the ceiling his dark eyes on focused and his brow wrinkled in thought. You didn’t bring it up again.

A week later Sing was upset with you calling you names accusing you of brainwashing Shorter. Shorter ran into the living room making Sing leave in a stern tone you didn’t hear often from Shorter. It was official Sing was going to try going to school and Shorter was going to help him all the way.

Shorter’s determination to give Sing a better life that didn’t revolve around violence seemed like a no brainier, nothing to get mushy over, but you knew it was a cycle. It was so easy to keep gangs as a family business. Had Shorter not been Shorter Sing could have inherited the gang, if he lasted that long. There was too much bloodshed in New York they didn’t need to add to it much longer.

“(Y/N),” Your name slid off Shorters’ tongue as graceful as the wind snapping you back into this moment.

You were captivated the purple mohawk now flat laying to the side drenched in the spring rain. This moment could have lasted for eternity, and you would accept your fate, to never leave the gaze of a lover that swallowed your heart whole.

“Shorter! (Y/N)!” An outside voice cut through the storm, “You two are going to catch a cold!”

Shorter rolled his eyes dramatically before sitting up, “That’s a myth Eji!” He called back towards the house.

“We shouldn’t worry him,” Your voice sounded small stolen away.

Getting up you attempted to wipe the grass off your ass as if you weren’t drowning standing up. The storm had picked up the wind threatening to rip you off the ground. A warm arm slung across your shoulders, warm and grounding. You let yourself lean into Shorter as his other arm wrapped around the small of your back pulling you into a hug. It felt like nothing could shake you.

Lifting your head you looked up at Shorter smiling as if he’d never known a pain or struggle, as if he’d never feared or hurt, smiling for you. Standing on your tip toes you kissed Shorter surprising the man who always surprised you knowing that you would find new reasons to love him for the rest of your life.

#shorter wong #shorter x reader #banana fish #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ash lynx #ash x eiji #haikyuu!!

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tarithenurse · 4 years ago

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Nightingale - 45

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Fluff, fun, feels, drinking, angst, Might Gai (that’s a warning in it’s own but not a lot of him, sorry). A/N: I’m not back on full power yet, so please be patient for a while longer. However! Things ARE going better (not quite enough to proof read, though). ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 45

Things were simpler a year ago, Kakashi decides. He has already picked up on the movement of the near-undetectable approaching man and the white-haired ninja’s first instinct is to want to slip away before he’s discovered. It’s been a long time, though, since he’s indulged in the odd friendship.

Ignoring time needed to sleep, 50% of Kakashi's time is spent either training or doing missions with Team 7, 20% or so are his own missions and another 20% an attempt at spending quality time with Uguïsu or working on the house – he’s gotten to the point of furnishing the place now and is quite pleased with the results so far. Right now, he’d stolen a rare moment leaded against his favourite tree in quiet contemplation of his favourite novel.

“HaHA!” Gai lands in a perfect combat pose, the tactical vest unable to cover the taught, green fabric beneath. “Finally our paths have crossed, eternal rival!”

Unfazed, Kakashi nods. “It seems so.”

For a while, none of the men speak as each pretend to be fully engrossed in reading or stretching. Well, the physical exercises are performed to perfection but much like before the interruption not a leaf is turned in the book and eventually it catches Gai’s attention.

“What troubles you? Are you afraid my wondrous team will defeat yours?”

Hyuga Neji will be a problem. “I admit that your team has its strengths but thankfully that’s not my problem just now.”

Getting to his feet, the captain of Team 7 turns towards the village while tugging the book away in a pocket – it’s the same pocket where a thin, circular instrument rests at the moment. He’s torn between heading back to the house to get some gardening done (not a task he’s used to doing in his free time) or stopping by a certain woman’s apartment again in the hopes that she’s returned.

“No! Not a word, dear friend.” Gai’s hand is warm and strong as it misses Kakashi’s shoulder by a few centimetres. “I recognize your agony. Oh, true love! The noblest of torments during the springtime of our youth!”

Kakashi bites back a groan. “I’m not agonizing and -”

“Don’t be shy, Hatake,” the friend insists. “We all know she turned down your proposal, but don’t worry because I will help you win the fair maiden’s heart!”

“Pro-? I didn’t propose!”

“Ah-ah! Here’s what you do...”

...

At some point during Gai’s lessons about gifts, walks during sunsets and the magic of starry nights, Asuma and Iruka had joined them and moved the conversation from the street to a gloomy bar. A variety of sake had been had until the Academy teacher had dozed off in the corner of the booth, snoring lightly in unison with Gai.

“I’m juss saying,” Asuma tries to explain stubbornly, “that however daunting it might sheem now...it’sh gonna be worth it.”

I know. The problem isn’t to convince me. But rather than point that out (again), Kakashi slips an arm around his team’s former teacher. “It’s getting late, Asu...let’s get these guys home.”

Gai stirs as he too is being manhandled outside like a sack of rice slung over the back. “Weeee...” the mumble fades out for a moment, “we-we-we’ll...tell her!”

“Please don’t.” Just the thought makes Kakashi’s cheeks burn hotter than the alcohol had achieved. “You just get home now and forget about all of this.”

By the time those too drunk for their own good are safely home and Kakashi unlocks the door to his little apartment, the stars are starting to fade in the horizon. It’s been a much longer night than anticipated...not to mention that it’s been spent in different company too.

Because of that, he’s happy to feel the breeze rush past his toes as he enters and closes the door. It tugs softly in his hair with invisible fingers of cotton that are capable of brushing away any worries.

“Hey there,” he whispers, knowing that Uguïsu will hear him, “missed me so much you had to come find me?”

Corporeal hands reach around to pull him close – chest to back, and her nose nudging the offending layers of black cloth away from his neck until there’s room to place a kiss.

“Mmmmaybe.” The smile is a teasing brush against the little while hairs. “Smells like you weren’t suffering alone.”

Managing to turn, he gets distracted for a moment and has to kiss the blue hair. “Not alone...but still suffering.”

“Liar.”

“I really did miss you.”

Big eyes find his before the woman shifts her attention to his gear. Kakashi has been wearing it all day, so he doesn’t object but helps as she unzips the vest. Layer by layer falls away until he’s wearing just underwear and all of his scars are clearly visible like red or white ridges and lines that barely react when Uguïsu’s fingertips trace them and set off waves of goosebumps.

“Why does it only feel okay, when you’re around, ‘Kashi?”

Not sure that he has heard the whispered question correctly, the jonin catches her chin with a finger and tilts her face up. “What do you mean?”

She snakes free of his loose hold. “It’s...” she bites her lip while searching for the words, “I like my place. And I like this place. But...only when you’re there too. It’s a bit better here because it smells of you, though.” Catching a strand of blue, she begins to wrap it around one of her fingers and Kakashi recognizes it as a sign of nervousness. “Prob-probably me being weird, I guess, and that why -” now, even her toes are digging into the floor as if she’s trying to dig a way out that way -”I’ve been..kinda...just sometimes...when you’re not here...”

The voice that normally holds the confidence of a songbird has dwindled and is barely audible anymore. Whatever it is...this is big. Gently, Kakashi guides the wreck of a girl over to the bed and sits with her. Waiting. Waiting for whatever it is she’s trying to understand.

Outside, the horizon basks in colours of red and orange as the morning tries to chase the night away but the world itself is still greys and the birds haven’t woken up yet.

But my Nightingale is going to pass out unless she breathes calmly, soon. “Sweetheart,” he catches Uguïsu's attention, “breathe. Whatever it is, I’m there for you.”

She does as he asks, releasing a shaky breath at the feeling of her lungs filling. Or maybe the situation. “But when you’re not...I’d like to live somewhere that reminds me of you. All of you.” Fumbling a bit, she manages to free the finger from the tangle to grab his hands. “I’ve been sneaking into your house. Sleeping there for a few hours.”

Stunned into silence, Kakashi listens to her confession of how it makes her feel safe because it’s like some of him is part of the building – whether it be his past that haunts the place or the knowledge of the work he’s putting into restoring it.

“What I’m trying to say is...it...” she gestures at nothing, “it feels like...”

“Home,” he gasps.

The smile is enough to prove him right...but not quite: “You feel like home.”

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kirishibi · 5 years ago

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A Change of Plans

Summary: Every year before your anniversary, you and Kirishima go a week without seeing each other before enjoying a nice dinner on the night of your anniversary. This year, Kirishima has something else planned.

Pairing: Ejirou Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: One brief mention of alcohol, anxious!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

a/n: Angst is coming I stg, I just got caught up in the fluff train and baby there are no breaks. Enjoy lovey dovey, stupid, monologuing Kirishima. He’s a king.

You and your boyfriend, Kirishima, had been dancing around one another for the past week, playing cat-and-mouse as your anniversary quickly approached. You hadn’t seen him at all in the last seven days, though that was to be expected.

The two of you had been together for three years, and each year during the week leading up to your anniversary you would avoid one another like the plague. It wasn’t personal, you loved Kirishima dearly and knew he felt the same. In fact, you were an open book when it came to your boyfriend, but that was the problem. You discovered quite quickly that neither of you could keep a secret from the other. While a great dynamic for a relationship, this led to many ruined surprises and spoiled presents in your first year of dating. So, in your second year, you came to the agreement that once your gifts had been picked out, you wouldn’t see one another until the day of your anniversary.

Leading up to the big day, Kirishima would send you a good morning text when he woke up, a text letting you know he was safe when he arrived home from work, and a good night message before bed. You would do the exact same for him, nothing more and nothing less. You had an agreement that if one of you missed a text, or desperately needed the other for whatever reason, the game was over with no questions asked. However, this had never been an issue and thus your tradition was continued. On the morning of your anniversary, Kirishima would send you the address of a restaurant he’d picked out along with the time of your reservations, and you would show up five minutes early. He’d always be waiting in the lobby with that big smile on his face and your present in his lap, fidgeting excitedly with the wrapping paper he’d chosen.

You awoke that morning with similar expectations, ready for the name of an absurdly nice restaurant to be displayed on your phone screen along with a meeting time, followed by a paragraph of heart emojis and a three word profession of love. That was just how Kirishima did things, after all.

What you found, however, made your brow furrow in confusion:

My place. 6pm.

That was it. No restaurant, no emojis, no ‘I love you’s. Even the time was unusual, seeming fairly early for a date on Friday night. You took a deep breath, sent him a thumbs up, set your phone back onto your bedside table, and willed yourself not to fret.

Regardless, you spent almost an hour in the comfort of your bed, tossing and turning, a million little worries bouncing around your brain like flies. Eventually, you shoved aside your blankets and crawled out of bed, accepting defeat and beginning your daily routine.

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Despite your nerves, you made sure to look your best for your loving boyfriend as you prepared for the date. In fact, doing your hair and trying to perfect your eyeliner was a welcome distraction. Time flew by as you busied yourself, and your nerves had almost entirely subsided by the time you pulled on the red, form-fitting dress that always drove Kirishima crazy. He had seen you at your worst: sick with the flu, in the middle of a breakdown, incredibly hungover after one of Kaminari’s parties... but he loved each and every version of you, and while you knew that he would find you just as beautiful in sweatpants as you were all dressed up, you wanted that night to feel special.

Your fears were long forgotten, excitement taking their place. You grinned to yourself as you began the short walk to Ejirou’s apartment, your expression turning into a full-blown smile as you swung open the building’s glass doors. Your stomach filled with butterflies, the rhythmic clack of your heels against tiled flooring drowned out only by chatter of people around you. You stepped into a vacant elevator and pressed a button for the top floor. You were still skeptical at Kirishima’s demeanor from that morning, but your excitement to see him was undeniable. The way you felt, your fingers just a bit shaky and knees turning to jelly, it reminded you of when you first started dating. You still felt the spark you did in your honeymoon phase, even years later.

“Ejirouuu!” You called out in a sing-songy voice as the elevator dinged and the door slid open. Your heavy footsteps continued on the hardwood floor of his apartment, but at a much slower pace. The room was… empty. You tossed your purse onto his couch as you passed it, glancing around the lavish space, searching for an explanation as to what the hell was going on, but finding none.

Your phone chimed in your purse, pulling you from your thoughts. You made your way back to the sofa and rifled through your bag, too stressed and confused to find the device at first. After a few moments of digging, though, you grabbed it.

The screen awoke with a text from Kirishima:

There’s a key on the kitchen counter and a car waiting for you outside.

You groaned and tossed your phone onto a cushion before heading to the kitchen where, just like he has said, a metal key was waiting. Below it was a small white sheet of paper that read:

Just a little longer. Trust me, baby.

Followed by three scribbled hearts. You could tell your boyfriend had tried to write as neatly as possible, though the words were still barely legible. A grin pulled at your lips and you gathered the note, key, and your phone, quickly stuffing all three into your bag and stepping back onto the elevator.

The car ride took longer than you had expected. As towering office buildings and neon-lit restaurant signs tapered off in favor of a more naturesque view, those butterflies in your stomach returned with the same ferocity as before. You chewed your bottom lip, one thumb toying with the edge of Ejirou’s note while that unmistakable lovesick electricity filled your chest. You lost track of time reminiscing on that feeling, gazing out of the car window and watching the brightly lit city skyline get smaller.

The night when you first felt that electricity was a little over three years ago, right after graduation. You were at a small celebration for a friend’s birthday, but your attention was taken entirely by someone else. A charming, spiky-haired redhead had completely swept you off your feet, and while everyone else was drinking and partying like the world was about to end, you sat alone, stone-cold sober on the balcony of your friend’s luxury cabin, just chatting. Unlike so many guys in your school days, Kirishima didn’t care about getting wasted or undressing you as soon as possible. He listened to you when you spoke, made eye contact instead of letting his gaze wander, and made you laugh like no one else could. He showed genuine interest even when you began rambling about how ‘fairy lights are gorgeous! This balcony would look so much prettier if we had some!’. He didn’t try to hush you or change the topic, instead nodding along with a soft smile, as if agreeing. He cared, even when he barely knew you. That’s when you first felt it, that floaty feeling in your chest, the bloom of something beautiful and indescribable.

That’s when you first fell for him.

The car rolled to a stop, and you slipped the driver a generous tip before exiting. You stared up in complete awe at the sight before you as the sound of rubber tires on gravel grew increasingly more distant.

It was a cabin.

You straightened your dress, pulling at the hem and flattening the wrinkles caused by your ride, before bounding up a staircase that led to the front door. “Eji!” You called out as you entered the living room. You pushed the heavy wooden front door back into its frame, and just as the lock clicked into place your phone chimed once again:

Balcony.

You were exhausted by that point, but decided to humor your boyfriend one more time. Across the room, white curtains undulated with the flow of a breeze passing through. You set your purse down, made your way over, and pushed the fabric aside.

There Kirishima knelt, sporting the widest smile you’d ever seen.

Fairy lights were strung along the railing behind him as well as surrounding him in the shape of a heart. He wore a dark suit with a red tie, something you could never tire of seeing him in. He beckoned you toward him, and when you stepped onto the balcony in front of him, he began. “Sorry about that running around, I was trying to be mysterious.” He chuckled nervously, his gaze falling to the floor as he took a deep breath to steady himself. He paused for a second to calm his nerves before locking eyes with you again and continuing.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a few years now, so I’m sorry about all of the talking I’m about to do, but there’s a lot to say. (Y/n), I fell for you in a place very similar to this. I know that sounds kind of cheesy, but it’s the truth. I have this vivid memory of watching the sparkle in your eyes as you rambled about string lights and how beautiful they are, and I remember thinking that thats exactly how I would describe you. Never in my life have I met someone so charming, brilliant, and absolutely stunning. I don't know what I did to make you fall for me, but I would do it all over again in an instant. I’ve loved you since the night we met, I loved you when we took that trip to meet your parents, and I loved you when you gave me the flu last winter. I’ve loved you every moment I’ve been away from you and every second I’ve had you beside me. That feeling has never stopped, and I know I’m saying ‘love’ a lot but fuck...”

Kirishima raised a sleeve to wipe away the tear tracks on his cheeks. He sniffled, pulling himself together enough to finish. He popped open the velvet box in his hands, revealing a diamond ring.

“I love you so, so much. Nothing in this world could make me happier than I am when I’m with you, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you if you’re willing… (Y/n) (L/n), will you marry me?”

By the time Kirishima had popped the question, both of you were openly crying.

You nodded, “Yes, Ejirou! Yes, I’ll marry you, are you kidding?!” You slipped the ring onto your finger, dropped to your knees, and pulled him into a kiss. You had missed his touch, his smell, his voice, but you didn’t realize how much you had craved his kisses as well until his lips were locked with yours and his arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He pulled away from the kiss, earning a whine from you though you complied.

“You will, though? Really? You mean it?” Kirishima looked almost like a puppy. He practically vibrated in excitement, struggling to contain all of his energy and sit still, all with that same big smile on his face.

“I mean it! I can’t imagine the rest of my life with anyone else.” You smiled and he wrapped his arms around you once again.

#kirishima #kirishima x reader #ejirou kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #kiri writes

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theroguesully · 4 years ago

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Iida x OC

Song: Girl All The Bad Guys Want by Bowling for Soup This is my first time writing in a very long time so I hope you like it.

8 o'clock, Monday night, and I'm waitin' To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.

"I don't even know why I agreed to this. It's a weeknight!" Tenya Iida, hero name Ingenium, exclaimed to Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki. It had already been a long week, and the loud bar was one of the last places Iida wanted to be.

Todoroki looked at him out of the corner of his eye, stating simply: "I guess because Uraraka said she was dragging Yamada-Chan out tonight," before taking a sip of his drink. He fought the smirk that threatened to break out as he watched his friend start to sputter, turning red.

"I haven't any idea what you're talking about!"

His mind wandered to the short, curvy hero with the short, purple hair. Maybe it was true that the American had, in fact, caught his eye when she moved to Japan to live with her uncle, Hizashi Yamada, and joined their class. Maybe what started as a fascination for an interesting quirk and a unique sense of style turned into much more over the last few years getting to know her. Under the ever-changing hair colors, the combat boots, the pointed ears, studded with small piercings, and mostly dark-colored wardrobe laid an incredibly sweet, wildly smart individual, whose academic prowess ended-up rivaling his own. Perhaps her fiery and passionate streak, which insured people knew she wasn't one to be walked all over, drew him in. It's even possible that, in his eyes, the parts of her which should be his polar opposites, actually seemed to compliment his personality. Sure, these are things he thought. Thought, but never once spoken out loud.

With a sigh, he turned to see both Todoroki and Midoriya watching him, doubt ringing clear on their faces.

And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing. But she doesn't notice me!

"How long have you known?"

Rubbing his chin in thought, Midoriya replied with: "I suppose I noticed it two years ago."

Todoroki cocked one eyebrow at this and asked: "Was it not our second year at UA? I know I wasn't as versed in these things as most, but I was pretty sure..."

"Second year?! There's no way I missed this for three whole years! Nope. I would've noticed," Midoriya argued.

"There were signs."

"Like?"

Todoroki sighed, took another sip, and stated: "Iida is normally straight-forward, matter-of-fact, and un-wavering. Around Yamada-chan, he turns into a blushing, babbling mess. Besides, he stares. I've never seen him stare before-"

"I do not stare" Iida cut him off, hastily, hands chopping through the air.

"You stare. I guess the biggest sign, however, was your reaction to Yamada-Chan dating Shinso."

Midoriya gaped at the man, "Five years? Five years, and you haven't said anything, Iida? Why?"

"Because, Midoriya, while she may be perfect to me, I understand that women like her don't date men like me. She deserves someone who can keep up with her, someone more carefree, less rigid."

Both men watched him sadly, surprised by his outburst, by his feelings for her and of himself. Midoriya opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Izu-Kun!" Ochaco Uraraka exclaimed excitedly, seeing her boyfriend and friends, and began hurrying over, arm linked with a shorter woman. Kenzie Yamada, also known as Pro Hero: Shockwave. Iida took this time to look at the differences between the two friends; while Uraraka was the type of person many would assume Iida would fall for, with her tidy brown bob, pink flowy shirt, jeans, and heels, which seemed to match her overly friendly, excitable, and bubbly personality, Iida's eyes couldn't help but fall on Yamada. Her outfit consisted of a purple cropped top under a black fishnet top, ripped jeans, and worn-in black combat boots, topped by a black moto jacket.

It's like a bad movie She is lookin' through me

Iida missed the slight blush on Yamada's cheeks as they arrived at the table. Todoroki slid over, making room between himself and Iida for her to sit as Uraraka bounced over to Midoriya and kissed him on the cheek before taking a seat next to him.

"So, how's that going, anyways?" Yamada asked, gesturing to Midoriya and Uraraka. They both blushed slightly, and the brunette giggled, "Really well, actually! We-" Iida had already stopped listening, focusing instead on the woman beside him who was listening intently, with a warm smile, to their friends excitedly talking about their latest date. 'She's always so happy when anything good happens to the people important to her,' Iida thought, warmly, 'It's one of the many things I lo-.' His thoughts were interrupted by a light poke to his ribs, coupled with a slight vibrating feeling he recognized as part of her quirk.

"So, Iida-Kun, anything going on in your love life? Or are you just as alone as Todoroki-Kun and I?" She asked, with a wink and a giggle. 'Why does her giggle have to be so cute? Focus, Tenya! She asked a question.'

"N-no," he stammered, adjusting his glasses, "I mean, I've had offers, but no."

"Tch, and why not?" She admonished the man, "You could probably have your pick of anyone. You're a real catch, y'know."

'Not anyone, though,' the little voice in the back of his mind rang.

"If only you took your own words to heart, Yama-Chan," Uraraka called to her friend in a singsong tone. "It isn't like I don't know Kirishima has been trying to set you up. You could always take him up on it since you refuse to do anything about the situation you mentioned."

Midoriya spoke up, "What situation?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," Yamada quickly said, shutting down that part of the situation. "Besides, Bakugo only mentioned that dating me 'wouldn't be the worst thing,' and Eji jumped on it and has been trying to set me up with him ever since. He's looking too much into it, is all."

"For Bakugo, it's basically a love confession," Todoroki deadpanned. She snorted a laugh before taking a sip of her drink.

Iida had a calm, unbothered facade, but his brain was going into overdrive.

'Of course Bakugo is interested.'

'Why wouldn't he be? She can keep up with his aggressive personality.'

'She probably does like him. He's 'cool,' he has a 'bad-boy' persona.'

'He'd probably be able to keep things interesting.'

As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.

A few drinks and a couple hours later, Iida decided it was time to get back home. Yamada stayed close to Iida's side as they tidied up their table and settled their tabs. "I'm really glad you came out with us tonight, Iida-Kun. It seems like it's been so long since we've been able to hang out."

He looked down at the purple-haired woman with a fond smile, "You're right, I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been keeping up with your expl- I mean, everyone's exploits," Iida felt his face heating up.

She bounced a bit, excited, "Oh! I've been keeping up with yours, too! You truly are a wonderful hero, Ingenium," she chuckled. When it was time for the five of them to split ways, Yamada gave Iida a tight hug. "Promise we'll hang out again soon? Also, would it kill you to call or text more often?" She asked with a laugh.

The man chuckled, taking in her warmth, her scent, and just how she felt in his arms.

"I promise."

Walking away, he knew these feelings would never go. For a split second, he considered just confessing to her, but he knew she would never return his feelings.

'Cause she's the girl all the bad guys want

Bonus:

Walking back home with Uraraka, Yamada was deep in thought, a slight, bittersweet smile on her face. Looking at her friend, Uraraka asked the question that had been on her mind for a while now, "So...are you ever going to tell Iida?"

"Maybe..."

#tenya iida #tenya iida x oc #bnha #mha #deku x uraraka #midoriya #iida #izuku mydoria #shoto torodoki #songfic #todoroki #ochako uraraka #short fic

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Spicy Ramen

"You know Bakugou has a crush on you right?" Mina says as she braids your hair.

"What?!" You laugh, "No...no he doesn't."

He can't have a crush on you considering how hard he glares at you when you laugh or how hard he hits you during practice.

Plus it would be an unrequited crush as you had no interest in an arrogant asshat who was far too self centered to be a hero.

In fact you saw his infinate temper as a major flaw, one that reminded you too much of a villain.

Still even in the safe haven of pink walls and bold bed spreads you could feel his eyes on your skin. You shudder whether it be from pleasure or fear you are unsure.

"Please you've seen the way he looks at Y/N right Momo-chan?" Mina pulls tightly on your hair.

"Hey!"

"Yes, he doesn't watch too many people." Momo comments as she rewrites her notes from today's class, "Come to think..."

She taps the mechanical pencil with a flame and ice charm to her lips as she ponders.

"Don't say it."

"He really only watches you now." She shrugs going back to her notes, "Guess he's figured everyone else out."

"I don't think that's why at all." Mina giggles finishing your hair. You pout angirly, cheeks burning from the thought of him liking you.

"He can't like me! He's a self centered prick!" You point out, pulling up your shirt to reveal a nasty bruise on your stomach. "Plus would you hit your crush this hard?"

The girls lean in close to inspect and Uraraka scrunches up her nose.

"Yikes." Jhiro comments, changing the song with her earplug.

"Yea you're telling me. Mother fucker hits hard! I hate being paired with him." You grumble, reaching for the popcorn the giant pink bowl, "I'd much rather be paired with Todoroki."

You try to keep the blush from your cheeks as Momo's eyes pause on you.

"He's a gentlemen and pulls some of his punches." You offer, locking eyes with your friend. She sighs and continues her busy work.

"But I thought you hated when people held back." Uraraka san states, "Plus Bakugou fights everyone that way. He knows you're capable."

"There is one thing that he does just for you though. Have you noticed yet?" Mina sing songs capturing the rest of the girls attention.

"He doesn't do anything special for me.

"Oh yea? When it's his turn to cook dinner what does he cook almost every time?"

"Pork tonkatsu."

"And what's your favorite dish?"

"Pork tonkatsu." You say dryly.

You pause as you mull it over. Had it really been pork tonkatsu everytime he cooked?

And had he always put extra soy sauce in your rice for you?

"That doesn't prove anything." You say swiping at Mina's smirk, "It could be his favorite dish too."

"Yea and Howls Moving Castle just happens to be his favorite movie too then huh?"

"No he says it's the only thing on on his movie night and it makes him angry. He doesn't even stay to watch it." You protest, a vivid memory of him sucking his teeth as he slams the remote onto your lap.

*"Dumbass movie."*

They all give you a pointed look.

One that screams how can you be so dense.

"He just sits where you can't see." Mina adds, "He grabs his chair from his room so you can have more space on the couch to tuck your hips and feet."

You stare at the girls bewildered, had he done these nice things for you?

Didn't he fold everyone's clean towel and place it on their bed when he had to do laundry?

Didn't he always like the same icecream as you? Isn't that why he always brought back a large tub of chocolate cookie dough when he went shopping so your "fatass" wouldn't eat it all?

Didn't he always wait for someone lingering in the class room when it got dark early on campus to walk them home?

Hadn't he always made a study guide that he claimed was too complicated for Kirishima to give away to anyone who was around?

More often than not it was you with the folded towels while everyone else's was thrown onto their bed. You eating the chocolate cookie dough icecream, you he waited for when it got dark and you he gave the study guide to with a grimace on his face and tinged cheeks.

Suddenly your whole face burned all the way to the tips of your ears as all of the girls smiled towards you.

"If you don't believe me, I'll get Eji to come in and attest how Bakugou feels about you." Mina let's it sink in as your world feels like its falling away beneath your feet.

Bakugou wasn't your crush, Todoroki was!

So why was your heart racing out of your chest over all of the small things you had missed?

All the small things Todoroki did for Momo that you had wished he'd done for you.

It was staring you in the face today wasn't it?

Those crimson eyes burning hot rage because yours lingered elsewhere instead of focusing on the fight.

No it couldn't be that? His eyes always burned with rage. Hell that was a core personality trait for him. He didnt fold your towel you got that messed up and the icecream, he ate it too! Hes the one who brought it into the house first and howl's moving castle was a fucking love story.

And he detested love.

You stood.

"I'm going to show you once and for all that Bakugou Katsuki King of Assholes does NOT like me." You left Mina's room. All the girls exchanged looks before following behind you silently.

Testing their covert skills as they watched you storm to the common room at such a late hour.

Where you conveniently knew Bakugou would be watching late night TV to wind down.

When you entered the room he looked at you over his shoulder with sharp eyes.

"No I'm not changing the fucking channel." He growled gripping onto the remote tight enough that it groaned in his grip.

The other girls watch on baited breath.

"What's your favorite part of Howl's moving castle?"

"Of what?" He snaps.

"Don't play stupid Bakugou, I didn't stutter. The movie with the guy who turns into a bird and the girl is cursed." You lean in over the couch keeping your face close to his, furious with it all, "What is your favorite fucking part?"

He's quiet for a long moment he opens his mouth as his color deepens.

"I don't know what fucking dumbass movie you're talking about." He looks back to the TV eyes narrowed.

"Fine." You smile, happy with your work, you look over your shoulder and when you see the girls you've got courage to ask another question to drive it home.

That damnit Bakugou is not interested in you.

"What's your favorite meal?" You ask smugly, chin in hand as his eyes turn to you with annoyance.

"Spicy ramen." He bites out and your face flushes.

"Wh..." Mina's eyes widen with delight as you stutter, "It's...its not pork tonkatsu?"

He laughs sharply.

"No its bland, why do you think I always add so much spice to mine?"

"Then why the fuck do you make it all the time?" You ask astonished. His cheeks flush, he's been caught.

"Do you even like the chocolate cookie dough icecream? Why do you buy it? Why do you wait for me at school? Why is there always a study guide too hard for Eijirou after I don't do so well on an exam?" You huff and he stays silent for a long time before he swallows.

"You really are dense." He sighs bringing his hand to the nape of your neck pushing your face to his. He captures your lips tenderly before it turns into a heated, yearning kiss. When he's done and sure his point is made he let's his grip up enough to hold your gaze.

"My favorite part of Howl's moving castle is how your face lights up when it comes on."

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou katsuki #bnha imagines #bnha katsuki #bnha kacchan #bnha #bnha x reader

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fairybinie · 2 years ago

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feels like home // c.sb

wc: 1.1k genre: fluff warnings: kissing, pet names

taglist: @iyeonjuni @odxrilove @iuwon @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @ameliesaysshoo @enhacolor @misscalcutta @cherrybeomgyu @wccycc @hyukabean @strawberri-uyu @hyuntaena @feyregels @boba-beom @luvnhwa @ericyjun @tyungun @ashxkook @bibinnieposts @laylasbunbunny @shiguresohmas @notdrunkbutdazed @stepout-09-15 @ox1-lovesick @soobsdior @ifwtyun @peachy-yabbay @sunlightwoo @fairyoftaehyun @rikijackson04

a/n: happy birthday to our home soobin, my biggest source of comfort <3

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you and soobin rest comfortably on your hotel bed as you watch some cable tv, a random drama playing on the screen. you’ve never seen it before, but it’s managed to capture your attention and you're reeled in.

you’ve been away from home for a few months, deciding to support your boyfriend with his tour. it was a decision that needed some rationality, but you ultimately went with the risk. the risk of not seeing your family and friends everyday, encountering new timezones, becoming homesick. of course the pressure of not wanting your relationship to get out could be burdensome, but the staff managed to pull you off as someone’s daughter and it made you less anxious.

safe to say, there were some rough moments, but there were also some things that rewarded you. such as being here for soobin’s birthday.

soobin reaches for the remote that’s buried under the covers and you hear the volume progressively get lower, leading you to look at him for answers. you munch into the cake on your plate as you gaze at him with furrowed eyebrows that fold deep into your eye crevices, a pout forming on your lips.

“he was just about to confess!” you exclaim as you point to the tv in a hurry. the cake that’s still in your mouth makes your voice sound muffled, some frosting hidden in the corner of your lips.

soobin looks at you amusingly while he wipes the mess on your lip, to your embarrassment. “so do i.”

you let your guard down after sensing soobin’s shift in tone and you relax your muscles. after a long and eventful day full of birthday plans, you wonder what’s on his mind.

“i’m sorry you’re not home right now,” soobin says almost in a whisper, fixing his eyes on your sweater to avoid looking into yours. you can’t help but tilt your head in confusion as you examine his behavior even more. still, you have no idea where this is coming from.

“what do you mean?” you ask, placing your hand onto his that was on top of the mattress. soobin closes his eyes as he tucks his lips closed, anguished about his own feelings.

“you’ve been with us- with me, for a couple months now,” soobin begins, now looking at your hand touching his instead. “i know you’ve missed being home, and the holidays approaching probably doesn’t make it any better.”

you start to understand where your boyfriend is coming from. you have been honest about being homesick every now and then, each state you’ve visited somehow reminds you of your family. soobin also wasn't as enthusiastic about his birthday like he’d usually been, earning a couple questions from you today. as it unfolds, it makes sense.

you don’t hesitate to reply.

“soob,” you remove your hand on top of his and move them to cup soobin’s face, now making eye contact. his cheeks are flushed with a tint of pink, the nickname you have for him sends warmth through his body.

“i do miss home,” you give into some honesty, which makes him temporarily regretful. “but i miss it a little less when i’m with you.”

you see the softness take over your boyfriend’s eyes as he comprehends where you’re going with this. his gaze flickers down for a moment before he looks at you again, excitedly waiting for more.

“to me, home isn’t just a place,” your words unfold like a poem. “it’s the people. it’s a feeling. being with you has made me realize that.”

“it has?” soobin’s face lights up like a child’s on christmas day. he never thought he’d have the power to make someone, especially someone as special as you, come to that realization. the boy adores you to the moon and back.

you hum in response as you stand up on your two feet, to which soobin follows. you guide him with your intertwined hands and make your way to stand in front of the hotel windows. it’s snowing where you currently are, the streetlights capturing each white speck beautifully. soobin looks straight in front of him, then at you.

“i used to hate snow,” you confide as your eyes focus on the snowfall landing on each building. you’re aware you have a pair of eyes set on you so you continue.

“how i get cold easily and as soon as one drop gets on me i think it’s the end of the world. but being here with you, suddenly i can tolerate it. seeing you be so enthusiastic because you barely get to experience it makes me feel happy. seeing you do what you love on stage, makes me feel happy. being together with you everyday makes me feel happy.”

at this moment you’re fully facing soobin and you step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck to which he rests his on your waist, a common instinct.

“it feels like home.”

you place your forehead on his and you can hear soobin’s heart beat with love, the cool breath of air escaping from his nose from overwhelmed emotions. “you feel like home, you are my home. so don’t ever apologize to me about missing home when i have you, okay?”

“okay,” soobin replies shyly. although you’ve been dating for a while, he still can’t manage to accept compliments cooly. especially to this extent. “i love you.”

“i love you too pretty boy,” you egg on with soobin’s emotions, fully knowing it’ll drive him even more insane. at least you got the message across. “want a kiss in the snow?”

the boy’s eyes widen as he glances over at the window again, looking back at you stunned. “you want to go outside in this weather?”

you sneakily escape from his hold as you walk over to the bed where your piece of cake was waiting for you. you swipe some frosting on your finger and return to the lost boy, barely noticing what you’re doing. you wipe the frosting on his nose and he flinches from the touch, just realizing your actions.

“a kiss in the snow,” you remark, comparing the frosting to the actual thing. soobin catches your drift and gives in with a smile.

he leans forward and your lips lock together, moving together in a perfect pace. everything feels cozy. the kiss itself, your attire, how your clothes snug in all the right places. certainly feels like home.

you two pull away and you can feel some substance on the bridge of your nose, realizing that the frosting got on you too. soobin notices this and can’t help but chuckle, you doing so as well. you return to your abandoned bed, cuddling underneath the sheets as you dig into the piece of cake together, returning back to your show. your evening plans continue from where they left off, this time with a more cherishable feeling.

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bnhavibes · 5 years ago

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That's fine 😊💞 -🐇anon

Birthday boy love!😽

Sometimes Kirishima could never figure you out.

It was his birthday, and yet you had been so distant and aloof with him all day. To put it in his own words, you weren’t treating him like he was very manly today, and it was making him upsetti spaGHETTI!!!

(a/n: isn’t my boi so fcKinG PRECIOUS)

The rest of the Bakusquad couldn’t tell him, but you had something very special lined up for him.

As you disappeared from his sight, he was getting more and more disassociate with his friends; He was more concerned with the cold shoulder you had been giving him all day than the fact that his buddies were trying to make him feel better by letting him win a few rounds in a video game. He couldn’t focus, though, on anything besides the fact that you were all hiding something from him.

Eventually, he snapped. “Alright, what’s going on?” He asks, placing his controller onto the coffee table with a deep huff.

“What do you mean, dumbass?” Bakugo said, snatching the controller from the table for his own turn. “You’re finally beating Denki at zombies, and it’s your birthday so shouldn’t you be happy or something Shitty Hair?”

“Is... Is something going on with (Y/N) that I don’t know about?” He asked tenderly, scratching his head to avoid the sharp head turns of his friends.

“What makes you say that, cmon bro you know she’s just like this sometimes.” Kaminari answers, shoving some chips in his mouth.

“Dunno. I guess she’s just been ignoring me I think?” His brows furrowed before digging in his pocket for his phone before shooting you a ‘where did you go?’ text.

“Nah, why would she ignore you! Give her a break, it’s not like she’s out cheating on you or someth— OUCH!!” Denki yelped, a fist smashing his head down.

“Why the hell would you say that dumbass!? You’re just gonna make him upset.” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. Kirishima looked at Bakugo with concern.

“Wh-What makes you think she— No. No, you’re lying.” He squeaked, getting up despite the protesting shouts between the two.

“She’s NOT doing anything BRO, come oN! Let’s just play games!!” Denki’s cries were results of Bakugo beating on him for speaking such negative things into the world.

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After you left the lounge, you sped your way up to your dorm room. You only had a matter of time before Eji would notice you were missing and come looking for you. You pulled your hair out of the dutch braids they were in. He always loved seeing the wild way your faux curls settled on your shoulders. As soon as you got in your room, you stripped yourself of clothing, quickly coating your skin in a cocoa butter lotion to hydrate and a spritz or two of your man’s favorite perfume before running over to your dressers.

You pulled out a deep maroon colored lace bodysuit that came with matching lace panties and garter. You pulled on thigh high nylon socks, hands shaking as you prepared for your present. A sigh left your lips as you looked your reflection over on the screen of the blank TV in your room. You silently prayed he would like it. You lightly coat your lips in a strawberry flavored chapstick, jumping just a little as a throat cleared behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up as the man of the hour himself popped up.

“B-Baby!” You exclaim, swiftly making your way over to his arms but he stops you at arm length. A confused pout sat across your lips, pulling the bottom one out just a bit as you looked at the hand on your chest. “W-What is th—”

“What can of softie do you think I am?” His tone is harsh, the growing scowl on his face throwing you off more.

“Eji— Oh!” You were pulled his direction, him pinning your back against the door as he shut it.

“You think you can just walk all over me, huh, (Y/N)?” He spat, causing you to wince.

“Baby, I—?”

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me!” He scoffed, “Denki says you’re cheating on me, is that why you’re dressed like this huh?”

Instantly you face palmed, “I’m going to kill Denki.” You grumbled, to Kirishima’s dismay. He frowned, assuming that meant he was right. “This is one sick way to stop you from playing games and send you up here.”

Kirishima groaned, “Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)!”

“No, Kiri-chan, I’m serious! I told the dumbass to fucking send you up here as soon as he got an opening. I— I wanted to surprise you... It’s your b-birthday afterall, and I... Wanted to make you feel special.” You were fiddling with your fingers as you stared at your fidgeting feet between his big shoes. “But I guess he said something stupid like I was cheating? That doesn’t make any sense, why would Denki want you to think I was cheating on you?”

He sighed.

“Well, when ya put it like that... I—I guess I should say I let my emotions take control of me.... Now that I think about it, I acted really unmanly instead of listening to Katsuki fend for ya. And you know he’s the kind who wouldn’t do it just to cover for you! God, I’m so glad it was a misunderstanding.” He said, pulling you into an apologetic hug; Picking you up by your hips and inhalely sharply as he pressed your body into the door.

(Shook) Dumbfounded, you wrap your arms around his chest anyways. It wasn’t until you buried your face in the crook of his neck that you realised just exactly what you were doing before he interrupted. A smile spread acros your lips as you began to plant subtle kisses on his hot skin.

Subconsciously, his hips twitch; the warmth between your scantily clad legs beginning to pool a delicious slick. He gasps a little, running his hands up your torso and massaging your breasts a little before stroking through your hair.

Breaths getting heavy; your lips finally meet, and the moist feeling in your panties began to leak a little from the way Kirishima was rubbing the bulge in his pants against the centre of your thinly covered clit.

“Mm, (Y/N), you know just how to get a guy going, huh?” He pants on your lips, licking at the bits of drool that were dribbling out the corners of your mouth a bit. “You’re so lewd, baby! Oh, my god, it’s like I can do the tiniest— oh!” His traveling hand finds its way to your core, fingers delicately tapping along your aroused pussy. “Geez, you’re so wet, already, huh?” He plunges his fingers past your panty line to coat his fingers in your essence, causing you to moan shakily, trembling as the nimble tips of his calloused fingers danced around your folds and trickling around your neglected hole.

“Oh, Eji~” You moan in his ear, grasping his hair at the back of his head with one hand and holding yourself up with the other one; wrapping your other arm around his shoulders, behind his neck.

“Mmmph. You look so lewd, all dressed up for me, whimpering at my touch.” His voice is low, rumbling in your ear before he removed his hands.

Taking it as as opening, you quickly run your hand to his sweats, knowing he goes commando when he gets home, yanking them down just enough to whip the hard member beneath it.

“Wa-Wait, no, I’m leadi— Ohhhhnnnmmmm— G-Goddd...” His protests fell into a string of curse words, you had forced his entire length into your tight walls, not letting yourself adjust as he streched you out. You sigh in relief, waiting for Kiri boi to catch his breath. “You’re really something else, you know. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” You moan in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe gently and the next thing you know you’re in the air. Kirishima tossed you onto the bed, not giving you an opening to get up before he leaped onto your back, ripping your panties to the side and shoving his dick back into you. You moan loudly, jumping your lower half to your knees and backing into his hips as he snapped them into your ass.

“Oh, baby. You’re s...oo... tight,” He groans as he exhales, gripping your hips gently while relentlessly slamming into your now clentching walls. “Call me the name... Please.” He whispers.

“Ohhhhhnnnggg, Red Daddy Riot. You fill me up so well, I— Ohhh!” You mewl as his pace increases. “Happy birthday, Daddy. Oh! Yeeeeeesss. Fuck!! Me!!! U-Use your Q-Quirk!!~”

“B-Baby! Oh, go-god you make me feel so manly, I— I love you.” He moans before he grabs you by the hair and oushes your head down into the bed.

The naughty words leaving your lips fuels the fire in the boy’s stomach, but being the good boy Kirishima was, he did as he was told. Using his Quirk in the lightest amount possible so that he didn’t literally tear you apart. (only metaphorically ty.)

You scream in pleasure as you feel his dick solidify and thicken in waves, showing his brief use of the quirk to be just so deliciously hard inside your aching cunt.

“(Y/N)... Ohhh, shhhHHHHIT!” He groans as your juices begin spraying out of your hole in response to him sloshing around your drenched walls. You were so wet for him, it had been pushed out every time his cock went to fill you up; Your legs, along with Kirishima’s shirt, sweatpants, and thighs, were coated in your slick.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Fill your lewd baby up with your cum. Please, Red Daddy Riot, I want your cum in mee~!” You moan as your legs start trembling from the excitement (mixed with a little bit of fear of Kiri losing control of his Quirk, but a LOT of pleasure from his cock).

His last bucks are sloppy, but you can feel his dick pulsate so literally due his Quirk, and you cum again, your own orgasm spraying out, and soaking your bodies once more.

“(Y-Y/N)?” Kirishima’s voice shaky as he recollects himself; Removing his cock from your body and turning your body to face him,

“Yes, Daddy?” You coyly reply.

He moans, “God, if you get pregnant, just remember you told me to— hey!”

You kicked him in his side. “What the hell, Eji!?”

“IM JUST KIDDING LOVEBUG I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY— I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU ANGryyyy....” He whines, tackling your body and wrestling to pin your arms by your head.

“Get off me, ya punk!” You cry, kicking and shimmying— your attempt to get out of his hold.

“But it’s my Birthday!”

You cave.

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hope you enjoy! i am partially intoxicated as I type this so pls forgive any mistakes! 🥺🥺😭😭

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