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jcwriting · 4 years ago

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There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s? You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide.

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you.

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration.

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing.

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys.

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair.

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer.

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed.

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat.

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth.

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”.

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief.

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black.

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall.

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch.

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out.

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence.

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex.

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces.

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement.

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place.

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes.

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin.

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull.

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.”

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babymilkawa · 4 years ago

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hi !! i was curious if it’d be okay to request mha bf hcs who have a gf that are like... kinda overweight but tall as well & they’re just body/appearance insecure too ? i really need some comfort 😭 umm for characters bakugo, todoroki, deku, and. . . tamaki ? or just the mha boys (not specifically like a character / who?) in general (sorry i hope it made sense ajbdajdnan) thank you so much & i really like your work!

of course!! I hope this helps ^^

overweight s/o headcanons with:

todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, tamaki amajiki, bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

todoroki shoto

he won’t understand why you’re insecure

“but I think you look great”

you’ll be hesitant on going out on a date with him and he’s ok with cancelling for you but he also wants to understand so that he can help you

he’ll stare daggers at anyone who makes fun of you, if they happen to be his partner during training..good luck!!

he looves to be the little spoon and thinks that cuddling will help you be less insecure

it gives him the opportunity to trace the outline of your body, to love every part that makes you doubt yourself

he’ll leave kisses everywhere, to assure you that he loves you no matter what

if you’re taller than him, he’ll think it’s cute when you compare your shoe sizes and how much different his is compared to yours

will ask to wear your clothes a lot because they’re comfy

if you’re afraid that you won’t fit in his, he’ll just trash his whole wardrobe and buy new clothes for himself that’ll fit you better

when you take non-intimate showers together, he’ll carefully lather each part with soap and handle it with love

I also think that one of his pet names for you will be “beautiful”

like he’ll be spooning you and whispering into your ear, “good night, beautiful”

midoriya izuku

he’ll feel sad when you’re sad

when you tell him abt ur insecurities, his mind will run laps on how to make you feel better

when people make fun of you or call you out, he’ll usher you out of the area and tell you not to listen to them

he likes to just stare at whatever ur doing sometimes

like the two of you will be quietly doing your own tasks and he’ll just pause and look at you

you could be sharpening your pencil or packing your bags, he’s just entranced

Ooo he really likes kissing you when you’re hovering on top of him, he likes it when your hair tickles his face (if u have long hair) and just looking up at u

U can really see the love and admiration he has through his eyes

he won’t be able to sleep without you when you’re gone

so that means that he’ll be extra clingy when you’re back

just curling himself into you, loving the way you smell and how safe he feels in your arms

prolly little spoon like 95% of the time

But if u want him to be big spoon, he’ll be happy to

it means that he knows ur safe with him, no one can ever hurt u mentally or physically

tamaki amajiki

he will try SO hard to cheer you up

but he knows that he’s just going to stumble over his words

which might end up making u feel worse

and he ofc doesn’t want that

so instead, he’ll give you back hugs

just resting his head on your shoulder, quietly

he doesn’t know what to do either when ur made fun of

he’s panicking bc he can feel you drooping next to him, he had to think fast

so he just brought you to his dorm and gave you his blanket or his hoodie

ordered your favorite food, rented your comfort film

he really didn’t know what to say so he just thought, “what do they like?”

and a whole list just wham pops up ins head

he also gets sad when you are

because in his eyes you’re just this person who’s so gorgeous and hardworking

you shouldn’t be insecure abt anything

he’ll also express his love for ur body or any of ur insecurities through cuddles

again, this man doesn’t know what to say and so he hopes that showing u will let u know that he cares

bakugou katsuki

“Haa? What for?”

If you’re standing in front of the mirror and you tell him how you feel abt yourself, he’ll walk over and place his hands on your shoulders

makes u look him in the eye

“Listen here y/n”

but that came out a little demanding so he sighed and took ur face in his hands

“u’re...great ok? I..*sighs* im proud to be your bf. Because ur amazing..and beautiful..dumbass” 😒

Now he can’t keep eye contact with u

but wait he’s not done

“And if you ever doubt that.. or the fact that I love you...I’ll-I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” You say, obviously teasing him

he grumbles and decides to cut it with a kiss

Like almost all the other boys, bakugou will express his gratitude and love through actions

If anyone dares to make fun of you, it’s 💥💥🪦🪦x-x

gets rly frustrated at himself for not being able to comfort u properly

He’ll go out of his way now to tell you how you look and all

but ofc not without a tomato red face 🤪

a/n: don’t forget ur beautiful anon!! j so y’all know..I use this 🤪ironically

bnha masterlist

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degenrcy · 4 years ago

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traitor (chapter 1); shigaraki tomura/f!reader

my online friends aren’t bad people! they just want to destroy hero society!

word count: 2.7k

warnings (for this chapter): underage (first year reader), grooming, minor use of jp honorifics, ik some people don’t like that too much, uhh i cant think of anything else lmk if anything needs to be added!

hi! this is my first time posting my works on tumblr and im unfamiliar with formatting hehe ^^ originally posted on ao3 but this version will be edited! also, this chapter doesn’t have any super explicit nasty stuff, so if that’s what you’re looking for stay tuned! any feedback is greatly welcomed and appreciated, i hope you enjoy!

it was the weekend, finally managing to finish all your work for school before it got too late to feel bad for not having anything done. that meant you could freely stay up late playing games, and maybe even spend sunday training.

you booted up your computer, instantly faced with the gray interface of discord. a few notifications from servers and the private messages with your friends. you first checked class 1-a’s personal chat.

deku: does anyone want to go on call? denki: yeah what r we playing deku: not for games, for studying! denki: wtf is wrong with you deku: sorry (*μ_μ)

you smiled at the messages between your friends, seeing that deku, uraraka, and momo were all in a call together, appropriately titled ‘study stream!!’. you debated in popping in to say hi, but you were positive they were deep into work.

denki, kirishima, and jiro were all playing minecraft. you would join but it wasn’t a minecraft type of night, some fps action was much needed. you eyed the pm waiting to be read at the top of the screen, knowing exactly who it was from.

ten: hey u wanna play today : whenever ur off school i mean

you grinned, eyes lighting up and fingers instantly typing away.

y/n: ofc ten-kun!!!! is apex fine? i’m feeling very grind to diamond tn

before you could even click out of the tab to open up the actual game, ten was already typing back. a simple ‘yeah’, his status changing from blank to apex.

grabbing your headphones with a working mic, you placed them over your ears and plugged it into the jack, starting up the game and joining the call your friend started. as always, he was quiet, only the sound of shuffling around and the wire of (what you presumed) his own headphones hitting against something.

“hiii, ten-kun!” you said softly, close to the mic.

“hi, you.” his voice wasn’t ear-rumbling deep or anything, but it definitely gave away that he was older than you. however, he had that signature gravelly and groggy tone that assured you he wasn’t twice your age. for as long as you’ve known him, he hasn’t indulged you in much personal information.

you always wondered what he looked like.

“jeez ten-kun, are you seriously rich or something?” you gasped at the new skin he had equipped, it was just released in a bundle that was not so affordable, to say the least. on top of that, he always bought you skins and cosmetics as well- you weren’t mooching off him though- it was just fun to play with ten, he’s really good at the games he plays.

“it’s called a job, when are you going to get one?” he teased.

“i’m still in high school! plus, we’re going to some big training place, so maybe heroes will come observe or something, then i’ll get one.”

mentioning that you were still young and in school never put ten off, at first being a sort of warning to the stranger you met online that you were potentially underage. now it was clear that he didn’t care if you were 16, he didn’t have any bad intentions. he just liked playing with you, you were ‘surprisingly good’, that’s all it was.

“really? where to this time?” ten asked, spamming voice lines.

“why don’t we drop hot spot?”

“no, i meant where are you going, with the school? idiot.” he sighed, dropping hot spot anyway.

“oh,” you giggled. “some place called usj or something? usg? i’m not really sure, i didn’t pay attention.”

ten tapped at his keyboard, satisfying smooth clicks of each cap, but his character wasn’t moving. you ran up to him in-game and punched him, sending him off the small cliff he stood on.

“why the hell did you do that? i can’t climb back up.” he groaned, and you only laughed as you looked down at him. the two of you continued to play for a couple hours, racking up competitive points and leveling up.

“-and then aizawa literally embarrassed me in front of the class, it was so fucked up.” you were telling ten about the situation you were in yesterday in class, where aizawa basically exposed your failing assignment for the class to see.

“i would hate to have him as a teacher,” (so he is a student? maybe a senior?) “is he coming on your little field trip too?”

“hey! not some little field trip, and yes. all might too, which i’m admittedly kinda excited for.” ten hummed, and you pictured him nodding. you wondered who his favorite hero was, he always avoided the question. you wondered a lot of things about your mysterious duo-queue partner.

more typing without anything happening onscreen, you noticed that it’s been happening a few times.

“ten-kun, is your keyboard broken?”

he was silent for a while, all noises halted. “yeah. sometimes it just stops working so i have to spam.”

“you buy me all these things but can’t buy a new keyboard?” you teased, and he laughed sarcastically.

when the day to go to the training area came, you were excitedly texting your friend on the bus ride there.

i’m really excited!! hope it goes well, we can talk with the others maybe after!

ten: ofc. lowkey wish i could see u, but i’m stuck at home today

;(((

you did want to see him, to see exactly who the funny cool guy was behind the screen. it was cheesy, but you really did want to meet him- all your online friends, many who were mutuals of ten’s. you all met through another game you all played, teamed up together after one random match and all became regular playing buddies, they were fun and understanding and you trusted them. sure, there were occasions where some creep would say weird things to you or some of the other girls, but the boys were always there to fight them off.

so when villains attacked that day, you confided in ten the next time you were online, which was too many days too long.

“i-i’m sorry... i shouldn’t really talk about it much but... i’m sure you’ve seen it on the news.”

“yeah,” ten sighed, you imagined a faceless male running his hands through his hair. it would be longer, down to his ears, remembering a time where ten said he needed a haircut. “i did, are you alright? did you get hurt?”

“just a few scrapes and bruises... my teacher got seriously hurt though, but i was luckier than some of my other classmates.”

“if i was there, i would’ve protected you... and your friends.”

you sniffed, smiling and curled up in your blanket tighter. “thank you, ten-kun. i bet you would, with your mysterious quirk.”

he chuckled. “sure would. ahh, it sucks that we really can’t meet up now, wish i could take you somewhere nice to get your mind off things.”

“that’s really nice of you,” you couldn’t stop the smile stretching across your face. “i really wanna meet you and the others. even a video chat would be cool, maybe, i don’t know.” you felt a bit guilty always prying ten for his appearance, but a few of your other mutuals have already dropped their personal instagrams and even sent pictures of themselves. all except ten.

“aren’t you on like- probation now? especially being in ua?”

you pouted, even though he couldn’t see. he avoided your question again. “yeah. for a while, just to be safe.”

“figured that much, be careful, y/n. i don’t want you getting hurt or anything.”

“okay, ten-kun...” you whispered softly, eyes fluttering closed to the sound of his voice. the occasional typing and soft whirr of a fan in the background was strangely comforting, his occasional sniff or even soft curse at the game he was playing.

it was soothing, just hearing him be there with you. so calming you fell asleep on call with him.

ten-kun the anticipation is killing me!! send us a picture of your new outfit!!! rokiroki: yeah ten-kun~~~ ten: kill yourself ten: not u y/n

your smile lit up at the mirror picture that was suddenly sent to the group chat, gasping and instantly clicking on the attachment to inspect closer. an all black outfit, camera angled down so his face didn’t show up. ten-kun seemed pretty lanky, bony pale hands and shoes that looked huge on him because of his thin ankles.

the picture in your mind became a bit clear.

the sports festival was going to be held soon, a bit too soon after recent events. you wanted to do your best, show off your skills, make a name for yourself!

“you want me to come watch you, is that it, y/n?” ten gave a quick laugh through his nose. you were surprised how quick he was able to catch on to you.

“i mean, if you want, you know... free to the public, and we can finally meet! bring your friends too!”

“that’s a terrible idea. bunch of neets coming to a high school to watch teenagers? i think we’d get arrested just for being near the school.” ten sighed, his chair creaking, so you assumed he was leaning back in his seat to stretch.

so maybe he wasn’t quite your age.

“did you ever do a festival?”

“nah. i’m sure you’ll do good though, win for me, y/n.”

and with that in mind, you didn’t exactly drop out of the festival, nor did you rank super high, you didn’t end up doing weekend training after all. but ten had all sorts of questions and general comments about the event.

ten: seems unheroic to me to chain the winner of the festival like that you think? he does kinda have some anger issues >.> ten: they dont have any deescalation techniques? ahh idk, guess not. ten: pretty fucked for a hero school : anyway, i saw that move you did last round. u really nailed that kid in the face lmao

you tucked your phone away when all might started to hand out medals, looking up at bakugo worriedly as he stood up there to be probably ridiculed, the crowd continuing to cheer. you didn’t know the full story as to why he was acting like that, but it had to be for a reason.

“t-there has to be a reason, why the fuck would this happen?!” you paced around your dorm, panicking to your best-online-friend about bakugo being kidnapped.

“calm down y/n.”

“dude, he was just here yesterday, and now he’s been taken by some fucking villains or some shit-“

“don’t cry, y/n. it’ll be alright. the heroes will find him, surely. he’s a strong kid.” ten was more hushed and quiet than usual, he wasn’t on his computer, that much you could tell. you sniffled on your line anyway.

“i think i’m gonna join my friends on the rescue mission, that’s doing what’s right, right?”

silence.

“right, ten-kun?”

“don’t come.” there was some ruckus in the background, his mic occasionally going on mute and back on.

“what?”

“don’t risk your life just because they want to do something stupid.” a knock at his door and a distant ‘yeah yeah, i’ll be right there’. “anyway. i have to go- don’t do anything stupid, y/n. i don’t want you to get hurt.”

“o-okay, ten...” your lip quivered and heart sank when he ended the call, wishing he was able to stay on the phone longer to comfort you. your classmate was just kidnapped, you really needed his reassurance! well, you also had your very concerned real-life friends but... ten was different, you knew he was. he always had good advice and stories and opinions on things- not the company-approved 'the heroes will take care of it!' talk your friends always gave you.

bakugo returned home safe and quickly, back at school like nothing happened. you didn’t want to bother him further by sharing your relief he was alright, more concerned with the current issue at hand. ten had been inactive for what felt like forever, but he was suddenly back, in the server like nothing happened. like he hadn't been offline for weeks on end and no activity, no messages to you.

ten: new season came out lets queue y/n: where have u been!!!!!!!!! :0000 ten: oh lol ten: doing big boy things you wouldnt understand little girl rokiroki: lul OFAxAFO: dont be mean to little y/n-chyannnn!! <333

even though ten was playing a game you didn’t own with his friends, you joined the call anyway, voice overshadowed by the shouting of the other three people in the call, arguing about which skin was hotter or which character was nerfed this season. you became quiet and just played with them, waiting for the next opportunity to talk to ten patiently.

and so that chance came when ten pretended to get off the game just to put you and him in a private call.

“i missed you, ten-kun! where have you been? we were without a dps for so long.” you cuddled up in your bed, hugging the spare pillow close to your chest. ten chuckled, he had a whole new demeanor to him.

“missed me? what do you mean, missed me?” you knew he was teasing you, but his voice lacked the playful tone, he wasn’t doing his breathy little laughs.

“you know... just missed playing with you and stuff. w-without you i actually got my work done at school, haha.” your small laugh fell short, it was true. you used to spend so much time talking with him that you missed out on schoolwork, but now it felt weird. you didn’t want it to be weird. you wanted ten to miss you as much as you missed him.

“you sure that’s it? didn’t miss me in any other way?” there was a hum to his words now, his teasing was taking a different route entirely.

your breath hitched, finger stopped scrolling through your phone, and that unmistakable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“h-how can i miss you like that if i’ve never seen you in person, or know your name...”

“you tell me.”

“i just missed your voice,” there was no point trying to hide it. “like talking with you, and stuff. it’s not the same being with everyone else without you.”

“it was pretty boring not talking to you while i was out. my coworkers just aren’t like you.”

you smiled, burying your face into the pillow. you two continued to talk, catching up, throwing around jokes and making new ones. he mentioned how roki’s recent conquest of meeting a girl online and hooking up with her was completely fake, he would know, he spent the weekend with him.

“speaking of that, a-about what the guys were talking about earlier, the stuff about sending pictures?”

“what about it?”

“h-have you ever done stuff like that?”

“nah,” ten answered smoothly. he huffed, like he just fell back onto a bed. “don’t have any girls in my phone to do that.”

“you have me.”

“what?” ten bursted out laughing, and you felt all the shame and embarrassment rise up to your face. you were stupid for saying that, for thinking that was appropriate to say to some random dude you met online that’s probably was older than you and not interested in high schoolers.

“have you ever done that?” ten was calmed down now, breathing a bit heavier as he waited your response.

“no... not really interested in the people from my class.”

“from your class? are you interested in anyone else?”

“t-ten-kun... that’s...” your face felt like a million degrees. his voice was shooting straight to your stomach, making your thighs rub against each other.

“cmon y/n, you can tell me.” you closed your eyes and imagined that he was whispering directly into your ear, holding you against the wall, that pale hand was gripping your shoulder and working its way up-

“i think i like you, ten-kun,” you finally spilled. “and even though we’ve never met or anything like that- just this past year of knowing you and playing with you all the time... i think i got some stupid crush on you...”

ten was silent, and you wanted to fall into the floor after your confession. the earlier rush of excitement was quickly fleeting and once again being replaced by shame. he probably thought you were weird or gross, and he’s never going to-

“me too, i think.”

#tw.underage #tw.grooming #shigaraki/reader #shigaraki x reader #im super embarrassed reading this over #and feeling inferior #but i told myself i have to

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writingxfootballl · 4 years ago

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know that it’s you (g.w.)

(ginny weasley x reader)

it only took seven years for you to get your happy ending.

warnings: mentions of death, light cursing, men, sarcasm, and no capitalization

word count: ~2.5k

a/n: first hp fic! hope i did okay- i tried my best to capture ginny’s character but it’s not perfect <3

format inspired by @ravenclawwriting ‘s masterpiece- “turning time”

title- hold on, flor

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first year

the aura of confidence she gives off smacks you straight in the face when she passes by you on the platform.

not that you needed any help noticing her.

her flowing red hair caught your eye almost immediately.

oh how you wished to be her friend.

“gryffindor!”

you let out a sigh of relief.

slowly you pick yourself up and walk to the table, where the pretty red headed girl is sitting.

she looks up and smiles at you, gesturing for you to take a seat next to her.

when you do, she sticks out her hand and introduces herself.

“ginny weasley.”

taking her hand, you do the same.

“y/n y/ln.”

when ginny goes missing later that year, you blame yourself.

you should’ve noticed that she was getting quieter and quieter.

you should’ve noticed that she would be gone for hours.

you should’ve noticed.

when she disappears for a few days, she takes your heart with her.

so when harry fucking potter swoops in and saves her, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and it feels like your heart can finally beat normally again.

second year

now that you got her back, you were inseparable.

screw fred and george, you were the new duo at hogwarts.

just kidding, no one could beat the iconic mischief seeking twins, but you sure gave professors a run for their money.

the red headed girl always seemed to have something up her sleeve, and no matter good or bad, you followed her.

that summer, you’re invited to the burrow for the first time.

the two of you share a room, and what started out as separate beds and shy company slowly turned into fleeting glances and lingering touches.

hand holding, cheek kisses and cuddling, all the “platonic” displays of affection.

and then, ginny invites you to the quidditch world cup.

you’ve never been a quidditch fan, but you’d go a thousand times over if she asked you.

really, you’d do a lot of things if she asked you.

third year

you can see her concern for harry when he gets drawn for the triwizard tournament.

it makes you want to rip his head off.

and then, slowly, you begin to notice it all.

how when you were constantly staring at ginny, her eyes followed a certain boy’s every move.

how she’s a flushed, nervous, bumbling wreck around him, so different from the confident and assured girl you knew.

it makes you want to rip his head off even more.

but you don’t know why.

harry’s always been a nice guy.

arrogant, sure, but a nice guy, certainly someone you shouldn’t hate.

so you ask hermione.

the golden girl just laughs when you tell her.

“oh, my dear y/n, you’re just jealous.”

now you’re even more confused.

“jealous? why would i be jealous?”

hermione chuckles a little bit and looks up from her book.

“you fancy her y/n.”

you scoff a little at that.

“me? fancying ginny? no way!”

hermione rolls her eyes and motions for you to leave her to her studying, before mumbling quietly:

“no wonder you were sorted into gryffindor and not ravenclaw.”

you’re determined to somehow prove hermione wrong.

so when seamus asks you to the ball, you consider accepting.

but then you think about ginny.

your sweet, beautiful ginny.

you tell him you’ll get back to him, before running across the school to the courtyard, where you know she’s at.

your question somehow makes it through the panted breaths and heaves.

“would you like to go to the yule ball with me?”

ginny’s face splits into a grin.

“i would love to.”

when you see ginny at the ball, you have to remember how to breathe.

“you look stunning.”

ginny blushes a little at your compliment.

“so do you.”

your heart races in your chest at her words.

you clear your throat at the silence that follows and-

“so, shall we dance?”

you smile and nod graciously, taking her hand and following.

with one of her hands on your waist and the other tightly clasped in yours, hermione’s words flash in your mind.

“you fancy her y/n.”

your eyes meet and you can’t believe you’ve never taken the time to admire how much of a golden honey color they are.

but then.

of course.

“hey um- could i speak to you ginny?”

dean fucking thomas.

ginny lets go of you almost immediately.

she glances at you apologetically, and despite the nagging ache in your chest, you nod and let her go.

after she leaves with him, the rest of the ball passes in a blur, where you can’t focus on anything else except the tenuous strain of your heart.

maybe hermione was right after all.

fourth year

turns out hermione was right.

so very very right.

ginny had you wrapped around her finger.

and for the most part, this year wasn’t bad.

with the exception of dean of course.

when he comes into the picture, it shatters you.

but she couldn’t know that.

so you listened to her talk about him, biting back the i could treat you better from the tip of your tongue.

despite the fact that ginny has a boyfriend, the two of you grow closer.

you’re both members of the DA, helping each other with spells and practicing in your free time.

“ugh gin it’s not working-“

ginny rolls her eyes at you.

“it’s not that hard y/nn, do you want to watch me do it again?”

you nod enthusiastically and ginny giggles a little.

“alright move aside then.”

you move and watch from the side, somehow ending up eyeing along her side profile rather than watching her hex.

eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten in concentration-

dear godric she’s so pretty-

“y/n are you even watching?!”

you shake your head and blush before stuttering out:

“u-uh, s-sorry could you d-do it again?”

ginny watches you with an amused smirk and takes a step in, closer to you.

“you’re kind of cute you know that?”

her finger tracing your jaw, she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a pop and a nose tap.

your mouth drops open, and all the blood in your body rushes to your cheeks.

ginny steps away and seeing that you were still frozen there, turns back and teases:

“aw come on y/n, the bat bogey hex isn’t going to learn itself now is it?”

merlin, this girl was going to be the death of you.

when ginny tells you she broke up with dean, you want to go out and scream in happiness.

but instead, you stay put and say, “aw gin im so sorry, i’ll be here if you need me.”

you’re woken up later that night when ginny crawls into bed with you.

with her face buried in your neck and her hands wrapped loosely around your waist, you can’t help the smile teasing the corners of your lips.

it’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

fifth year

then, fifth year happens.

you could see harry and ginny growing closer and closer, and it felt like she was leaving you behind.

your weekly hogsmeade trips slowly became less and less intimate, as the golden trio began joining the two of you.

a butterbeer was poked at mindlessly with a straw by you at the three broomsticks, all while listening to ginny chat with harry, and ron chat with hermione.

it doesn’t surprise you when ginny and harry disappear together after a little while.

it doesn’t surprise you when ginny starts spending less time in your room, and more time in his.

it doesn’t surprise you when you spot ginny with her head on his shoulder one day.

it doesn’t surprise you, but it still stings.

it stings a lot.

sixth year

the golden trio is gone for almost the entirety of this year.

before they leave, harry breaks up with ginny, and she doesn’t react really.

she accepts it.

but you’re there for her even if she says she’s fine and she doesn’t need it.

then one day, she needs it.

you walk into your room to see her sitting on her bed.

it takes you a second to realize she’s crying.

you’re by her side immediately.

“oh gin- what’s wrong?”

she doesn’t say anything, just turning to you and without a word, you wrap your arms around her.

and you stay like that for a while.

when she goes quiet, you whisper out:

“gin?”

and then you realize she’s fallen asleep.

you try to bite back your poorly contained smile, gently guiding the girl off your shoulder and onto your lap.

you softly tuck a loose, fiery red strand behind her ear, a blush lightly tinting your cheeks when she exhales softly in her sleep.

merlin, i love you.

your cheeks flush even more when she grasps the front of your robes, pulling herself even closer to you.

with your heart hammering in your chest, it’s a wonder ginny hasn’t woken up yet.

you pull out your transfiguration textbook quietly, and try your best to focus on the page, rather than the girl laying there on your lap.

it doesn’t work.

but for once, all is well.

eventually, you get absorbed into your studies, distracted enough to miss the girl on your lap beginning to stir.

your brows are furrowed as you scribble down the last words of your essay, and you bring your quill up to your lips before ginny’s hand gently pushes them away, startling you.

“don’t do that, you’ll stain your teeth.”

you blush sheepishly and drop your hand.

“you’re awake.”

ginny smiles.

“well i’m talking to you aren’t i?”

you grin softly.

“i suppose you are.”

ginny rolls her eyes and sighs, her brown eyes locking with yours immediately after.

her hand comes up to tuck a loosed strand of hair behind your ear and suddenly, the air seems to thicken.

for a moment, neither of you move, too caught up in each other’s eyes.

when ginny’s eyes drop down to your lips you can hear your breath catch in your throat.

you feel yourself being pulled in by some invisible force, your eyes dropping down-

then neville knocks on the door, and just like that, the spell is broken.

“y/n- oh hey ginny.”

ginny sits up and darts away from you so quickly you would’ve missed it if you blinked.

“what’s up nev?”

neville shuffles nervously.

“sorry for catching you at a bad time- um it’s just that professor mcgonagall wanted to see-.”

“all right i’ll be there in a minute.”

neville nods and then, it’s back to the two of you.

it’s quiet for a moment before you both speak.

“you should-“

“i really-“

both of you stop and flush a little before you continue.

“i really should go see what that was about.”

ginny nods and gestures for you to leave.

and you do, not before taking her hand and pulling her up into a tight hug.

“i’ll see you later?”

ginny nods.

“yeah. later.”

when the golden trio returns to hogwarts and all hell breaks loose, the two of you are separated.

in fact, you haven’t seen most of the weasleys since the war began.

you’re left alone with neville for the majority of the fight, and you spend most of it worrying about ginny.

one day when you’re just walking along the edge of the forbidden forest, you catch a glimpse of red hair on the opposite side of the field.

your breath catches in your throat.

as you get closer, you can tell who it is.

and then you start running.

your body almost collides with hers as you wrap your arms around her.

at first, there’s relief.

“you’re here you’re here you’re-“

ginny shushes you and pulls you in tighter, drawing out the sob you tried to hard to keep down.

then the relief turns to anger.

and frustration.

you pull away from the hug abruptly and ginny sends a confused look your way.

“ginevra molly weasley! if you ever, ever do that again i’ll-“

“aw, seems like someone missed me.”

you scoff.

“don’t joke! i thought you were killed- gin you have no idea i was so worried- worried about where you were, what you did-“

the rest of your confession is cut off when ginny grabs your tattered tie, pulls you in, and kisses you.

it’s quick.

lips unmoving, it’s really more of a peck than a kiss.

but it still hit you the same way.

ginny pulls back abruptly when you don’t react, but taking the smile that graced your lips as a good sign, leans back in.

this time, you’re ready for her.

your arms wrap around her neck, her’s falling to your waist, and finally, you’re content.

it’s soft and sweet and then there’s tongue and lips and teeth and you really can’t believe this is happening-

“hey y/n! quit snogging my sister!”

ron’s exclamation startles you.

you flush red, and break the kiss, trying to pull away from ginny out of embarrassment, but she keeps an arm firmly attached to your waist.

hermione grins next to ron.

“about time you two. about time.”

harry defeats he who must not voldemort in probably what is the most anticlimactic final battle ever.

but just like that,

the war’s over.

seventh year

propped against a tree, ginny runs a hand through your hair, the other tangled with yours in front of your chest.

“hey.”

ginny smiles softly down at you.

“hey to you too.”

“i love you.”

the red headed girl smiles and leans down to give you a soft kiss before replying.

“i love you too y/n.”

your smile is almost blinding, and out of pure happiness, you confess:

“i’ve loved you since third year gin, did you know that?”

the red headed girl almost looks surprised.

“i was gross third year.”

you scoff and mutter:

“you could never be gross.”

ginny just laughs and leans down again.

“i love you y/n. i really do. i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize.”

you look up at your girlfriend with pure adoration in your eyes.

with her lips on yours and fingers tangled together, it felt like the world was finally at peace again.

ginevra weasley was your happily ever after.

cheesy ending, but i loved writing this one.. i hope you guys like it too <3

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hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

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bakibakini · 5 years ago

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THROWS SELF INTO THE VOID. VLAD KING WITH A SHORT, SHY S/O. als o.. maybe tokoyami if u can ... uwu ...

✦ vlad king & fumikage tokoyami with a short , shy s/o ✦ headcanons

pairings : vlad king x reader ; fumikage tokoyami x reader

notes : ahaha im here 2 gib u that vlad content , he deserves more luv sweaty !!

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sekijiro kan ( vlad king ) :

the first time he saw you was in a shop , trying to reach for the chocolate chip cookies that were , for some reason , on the very top shelf . he reached the package with ease and handed it to you , all the while you uttered out a surprised thanks and ran off .

sekijiro brushed this one time encounter off , but while walking his dog the other night , he managed to bump into you ! or rather , his dog got all up in your business and nearly knocked you down . he apologized profusely and you tried to assure him it was okay . key word ; tried to , because , holy smokes , you managed to bump into the vlad king twice in the same week and your poor heart couldn’t take this .

it was dark and you were tiny , and it caused his weird homeroom teacher that’s also a pro - hero nature to kick in , thus him offering to walk you home . were you dying internally ? yes , but you also couldn’t say no . by the time you were at your doorstep , you were apologizing profusely for taking out the time of his day .

you didn’t expect to bump into him the day after that , and the day after that . it was odd ; were you passing him every other day and you just didn’t notice up until now ? whatever it was , you were glad that you had gotten acquainted because , despite his very threatening appearance , he’s actually super nice .

what a respectful nice guy ! helping you out whenever you need , ordering food for you if you feel like you’re unable to ( though sometimes sekijiro’s pep - talks are so good , you end up ordering pizza by yourself , with him giving you a thumbs up in the background ) . he’s the type of guy your dad would want you to marry , really .

but then you get into a relationship , and he comes over , and he teases you relentlessly by holding up stuff you want to grab . you get so embarrassed and red , he loves to see it , he really does . he doesn’t tease too much , though , he’s nice .

boy does he love to carry you around or give you piggy - back rides . you’re just so tiny and so precious !! and let’s not even start with how much he adores to just hold you , whether hugging you or cuddling you , he thinks you fit him so well .

besides , when he hugs you from behind , you get so flustered , it’s absolutely adorable !!

unfortunately for you , you’re not safe from getting found out by the class he’s teaching . one of the 1 - b kids is bound to see you two walking hand in hand ( even if it’s very discreetly , as to avoid prying eyes of vlad king fans ) , and it won’t be long until the entire class knows you ( especially if it’s neito , he’s not above taking a picture of the two of you in secret and sending it into the class group chat ) .

they’re going to want to meet you , especially since sekijiro is kinda like their dad . if they do get to meet you , you bet they’re going to thank you for taking care of their favorite teacher ! even if they don’t see you a lot , they’re going to think you’re their parent , too .

yeah , sekijiro is a gentle giant , much to everyone’s surprise . not only is he big in size , his heart is also huge ! no matter how babie you are , he loves you a lot .

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fumikage tokoyami :

thank god you’re short . seriously , he’s small too , he’s so glad the person he likes so much is shorter than him . it’s like life was looking up for him !

that being said , he still has insecurities when trying to ask you out . he’s god a bird head and a scary quirk to boot , he’s super scared of being made a fool of ! nonetheless , mashirao and mezou talk him into asking you to a cafe and he ended up going for it .

now , you’re naturally shy , so when he did find a roundabout edgy poetic way to ask you out , you froze up . fumikage , your long - time crush , likes you and wants to go on a date with you ? you were dreaming !! and if you weren’t , then you actually had to respond , and the mere thought of that made you feel like you were going to explode .

he got a little scared when you didn’t say anything at first and was more than ready to take it all back . but , to his surprise , you soon uttered out a quiet “ i - i’d love to go out with you ! ” . to say he was elated would’ve be an understatement .

he’s not that big on pda , so he’s glad that , through your shyness , you don’t mind that he doesn’t show that much affection in public .

hand holding is free real estate though !

whenever you’re alone together , he loves to hold your tiny figure in his . naturally ! not only does he enjoy the fact that there’s someone shorter than him , he also can hardly believe that there’s someone who actually likes him . so he relishes in that .

he won’t show it , but he’s always a little scared of hurting you when it’s dark . he’s terrified of dark shadow going completely loose and harming you in any way , but you assure him that even if you’re tiny , you can still fend for yourself with your own quirk .

other than that , dark shadow is quite ... something . for a quirk , he’s pretty shameless ! whenever he’s out , he gives you compliments , apparently just saying what’s on fumikage’s mind , and tells you just how much fumikage talks about you . it’s embarrassing for the both of you , but you find it a bit nice .

also , pet dark shadow , please . not only is dark shadow going to love it , but also fumikage will appreciate the fact you’re not repelled by his odd quirk .

also , watch out , fumikage tokoyami is going to write a poem for you .

all in all , fumikage is nice company for someone as shy as you with how down to earth he is , and he might not voice it much due to his own little shyness that pops out with you around , but he really really loves you .

bonus : please kiss the side of his beak !! he’s going to be more flustered than any of the times you ever were around him

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u - um , if you’ve made it this far pls send requests ehe 👉👈

tag list : it’s empty my dudes !! but comment to be added <33

#bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #tokoyami fumikage x reader #tokoyami fumikage #vlad king x reader #sekijiro kan x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #fumikage tokoyami #bnha imagines #bnha scenarions #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia headcanons #hcs #headcanons #imagines #scenarions #x reader

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anakinthetrashking · 4 years ago

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How’s the Heart?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26871853/chapters/65565265

Somehow I made it and it is FINISHED!!!! This is my fic that I wrote for @batfam-big-bang !!!!

The biggest of shoutouts and THANK YOUUUUS to my incredible betas: Ace, Skye, and Em!!! @toomanyfandoms21, @timmydrakewings, and @geekinthecorner !!!! I’ve never actually had a beta before, but for this i had 3??? You guys were so kind and patient with me and my last minute tendencies. Thank you for all your suggestions and edits!!! [heart eyes]

and then!! ARTISTS!! you guys really put your heart and soul into the pieces you made and i just,,,, want to cry,,,,THAMKKKKK YOUUU!!!! keep being awesome! im love u: Butter, Dean and Lucy!!!!!! @heybabybird, @greenbean-riverdean, and @houser-of-stories !!!!!

Its a Tim-centric 3+1 Three times Tim is helped or comforted by his family, and one time where he's doing pretty alright. (TW: Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal thoughts, etc! full tags on ao3)

1) Here I am to Share the Fear (Tim & Damian & Dick) Bruce is back and everything seems to be going well- so of course old fears pop up again. Damian notices his absence and tries is best in his own way to offer some comfort.

2) Fly Towards the Calm (Tim & Steph & Cass) Steph notices that Tim's failing at basic self care again, so she declares Movie Night. She and Cass try to remind Tim that he needs to take the time to care for himself and not just continue pouring himself out on behalf of others.

3) Night Will Come But Not to Stay (Tim & Bruce) Turns out catching the Clench and loosing his spleen have more lasting effects than they thought. Tim tries to ignore and push past his new found limitations, Bruce notices that something is off and is there for the inevitable breakdown.

+1) Fair Winds, Another Tale (Tim & Alfred) A rare event of relaxation, the Waynes have a picnic at the manor. Alfred worries about his family, but for now, it seems like everything is alright.

Read it under the read more or on AO3 !

Here I Am To Share The Fear

Too much. Everything was too much.

Bruce was finally back, and Tim was glad that everyone was so happy - despite them all being wrong.

Wrong.

WRONG.

He shook his head and put a light smile on his face, trying to focus on the conversation in front of him, but Dick was so loud. And there were far too many people in the mansion - in the same room - Tim swallowed and grit his teeth against the feeling of his organs crawling up his throat.

There were eleven people in the room.

Ten roses in the flowered centerpiece on the buffet table.

Nine cups scattered about the room.

Eight candle flame shaped light bulbs in the chandelier.

Seven white socks (why was Dick only wearing one?)

Six voices in variating clarity.

Five… Five? Five fingers on each hand.

Four windows, none open.

Three lamps, all unlit.

Two doors.

One exit. Viable exit, at least.

Zero people looking at him. Perfect.

It was time for him to go, so he took his exit as quietly as possible, noticing the volume of the crowd drop as he walked out. No one stopped him. No one seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn’t care. Good. That- that was something he could deal with.

As he fled to his room, he couldn’t help but notice how alive the manor was. So many lights were on, even in empty rooms. Little things littered the place as if people actually lived here. A book on the table here, ready to be picked up and read from where they left off. A suitcase full of clothes there, waiting to be unpacked. Doors open instead of closed and locked. Bed covers turned down, ready to welcome them home.

Tim reached his door and saw the life that had flooded there as well. Posters, pictures of family and friends covered large portions of his walls. Little trinkets given to him were lovingly placed around his desk. It was more than he could take, so he ran. He ran and ran through hallways and past open doors until the warmth of the occupied portion of the Manor turned to the chilly halls of the guest wing. Back in the furthest unused room is where he finally stopped, willing his heart rate to slow down.

The room looked like something out of a book, everything covered with sheets and layered with undisturbed dust, no signs of life. The evening light cast the room in cool tones of blues and greys, shadows soft and hazy. The attached bathroom was much the same, cold tiles sucking the heat from his feet.

Sitting down, he hugged his knees to his chest, letting the lines of the sink cabinet dig into his back. Tim stared for a while, trying not to think, and letting the clock tick a rhythm into his head.

The clock sounded so loud, and his breath seemed even louder. Nothing felt ok. Exhaustion pushed at the edges of his vision while panic seemed to well up inside of him and claw into his throat. Everything felt like it was closing in on him so he pushed back, laying on the floor and stretching his arms and legs as far as they could go. The cold seeped into him and he vaguely wondered if that’s what it felt like to die. To let your warmth bleed out into the universe. Death… was a calming thought. As humourless as that was, it forced a short laugh out of his throat.

Death would be preferable, he thought, to whatever feeling this is.

Bruce had been back for a month, and for a little while the triumph of bringing him home had been, well, satisfying. Relieving. Exhilarating.

But now, somehow, he was left feeling empty. Hollow. Carved out. His skin was pulled taut over his bones and there was nothing inside. Each day was an empty victory. A consolation prize. An uphill battle against an unseen enemy.

Eating, drinking, getting dressed, sleeping, showering, all done out of the necessity of existence. But most of the time he didn’t feel like he existed at all. Just a doll or a robot - there, but not really. Tossed aside until needed again. Some sort of empty, semi-existent thing. It felt too much like being five again and waiting by the phone for that occasional Sunday call from his parents.

A single tear slipped out, unbidden. It left a quickly cooling trail in its wake.

Everything is so stupid. Tim thought, frustrated by his own stagnancy, willing himself to just do something, instead of just lying there considering the logistics of several stupidly lethal ideas. He was working on kicking out the thoughts when he was distracted by the sound of light, purposeful footsteps. Damian. With footsteps like that it meant he was trying to be considerate. Creepy.

“What do you want?” Tim sighed.

“Drake.” Tim could feel rather than see the curt nod Damian gave him. “Pennyworth brought out those blueberry scones you seem to favor. However, you were not present. So I…” His self-assured tone faltered.

Tim turned to look at him for the first time. “You came looking for me?”

“I would hardly call it looking. You frequent a few spots and the conclusion was obvious by the number of people that are currently within the Manor.” Damian sat cross legged on the floor, pushing a scone into Tim’s hands.

“But why would you…?” Tim sat up, arching an eyebrow.

“It is only natural to know your enemy, Drake. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” Damian sniffed and waited for Tim to take a bite. Then he continued. “Then you will best know how to poison them.” A (dare Tim say it) friendly smirk showed itself on Damian’s face.

Tim snorted, and for once they seemed to have gained a sort of mutual understanding.

They lapsed into silence again. Damian shifted, obviously wanting to say something but didn’t know how. The expression on his face looked so scrunched that Tim almost wanted to laugh.

Instead he asked, “Is it still unbearably loud out there?”

Damian clicked his tongue. “With Grayson in the room? Obviously.”

Somehow Damian seemed even more frustrated. There was a good chance that any moment now he would jump up and leave, but not before throwing out an insult to cover his wounded pride at having to retreat. In his own way, he was trying to offer an olive branch, and as tired as Tim was, something in him couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He could almost hear Dick’s voice in his head, telling him that if he would just talk with Damian, have a conversation, maybe they could find common ground.

For once, he could see the clumsy effort that the brat was making, and he knew deep down, more than anything they both yearned for warmth. Not the sort of warmth that contrasted the grounding feeling of the cold tile beneath him, but the warmth of human connection. The numbness that had been growing in him twisted at that thought and he decided to take a chance.

“It’s nice to have everyone around, but…” he glanced over to try to gauge a reaction, “I can’t seem to settle into it.”

A sort of recognition, reflection, sparked in Damian’s eyes at that, and some of the tension began to leave his body. Tim continued.

“I guess it’s just that there’s always been something. If I do well enough in school, maybe my parents will take an interest in me. If I become a better Robin, maybe Batman will go back to normal. If I bring Bruce back, maybe we can all be happy again… But it never works. It’s never enough, and now- now there’s just… nothing.”

A few moments passed, and Damian’s own internal battle ended as he found the words to reach out in return.

“I, too… Mother’s time was very limited. I trained and studied hard for any extra moment of time or nod of approval she could give… and after Father denied me, it was much the same, trying to rework standards and limits for his approval. Not having something specific to work towards does indeed seem… disconcerting.” Tim searched his face and found sincerity there, though his eyes seemed to be distant as he turned away.

Damian once again found himself at a loss for words, so he thought about what Grayson would do in such a situation. A hug was… out of the question, but- he lay his hand in-between the two of them, palm open. This, he supposed, he could do. Tim took it, surprising them both. Damian’s hand felt almost unbearably warm after the cold of the tile floor.

They sat again, together, in silence. It was more companionable, though still awkward and stilted in ways neither knew how to fix.

“There’s nothing more I can do for this family. There’s nothing I can think of.” The silence stretched before them, and Tim hesitated to put his fear into words.

Finally, he whispered, “ There’s no excuse for me to stay now.”

Damian’s face whipped around to face him. “As usual, you are wrong, Drake.” He scoffed, “Don’t you know you can’t choose who your family is?” pausing, he let go of Tim’s hand and stood up, turning to leave. “You’re stuck with us whether you like it or not.”

Quick but light footsteps sounded out in the hallway.

“Grayson!” Damian called, “Come fix Drake before Father requires his assistance again!” Nodding to Tim he left without another word.

Dick then came skidding around the corner into the bathroom, one socked foot sliding out against the tile. “Tim! Are you ok? What’s wrong? Why are you here of all places?”

Overly warm hands, distant eyes, honest feelings? Tim let out a deep sigh. “You should be more worried about the little gremlin. I think he’s got a fever.”

Dick tensed as if to sprint off again, and Tim held in a sigh of disappointment, knowing that Damian would be the priority, yet again. But instead of running off, Dick simply pulled out his phone and sent off a text, settling down into the spot on the floor that had been recently vacated.

“Bruce is on it.” He glanced out the doorway as if he could still see Damian storming past. “Did he-?” The question of his behavior went unsaid but not uncommunicated.

“No, we had a completely civil conversation. One might even call it a heart-to-heart, by our standards.”

“Therefore, he must be sick?”

“Other signs, too. But yeah.”

The buzz of an incoming message confirmed it, but Dick put his phone away instead of typing out a reply.

“A heart-to-heart, eh? I always knew you guys could get along if you just tried talking.”

“Don’t you dare say I told you so,” Tim shot a glare at Dick who was failing terribly at trying to look affronted at the very thought, “but it does seem like we are a lot more alike than I realized.”

“Who would’ve known?” Dick teased.

“Never mind, just say I told you so next time.” Tim grumbled. “Anyway, it seemed like he was really trying, and that he wanted to help in some way. I guess I just couldn’t ignore that.”

“Yeah.” Dick had his proud big brother face on. “I'm glad you guys are finally getting along. What did you talk about?”

“Oh, you know, feeling worthless without having something to focus on, questioning our places in people's lives, the usual. “

“That does seem to be a common theme in our family.”

“He called me family,” Tim murmured. “Or, well, he implied it. But for him, that’s basically saying it.”

“Tim, that’s…” Even Dick looked astounded.

“Unbelievable?”

“No, not unbelievable.” He chided. “But definitely surprising.”

“That’s one way to get me out of a bad mood, I guess. I was so surprised that it jarred me right out of my own downwards spiral.” Tim closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “Most everything still sucks, but that’s a bright spot, at least. My therapist keeps telling me to look for those. I guess I have another one to add to the list.” He turned his head to share a small smile before standing up to stretch. “That and Alfred’s blueberry scones. I sure hope there’s some left.”

Dick matched his smile with a blinding one of his own and reached over to ruffle Tim’s hair.

“You know, if you ever need to talk-“

“I know.” Tim bumped his shoulder into Dick’s. “Thanks, Dick.”

Fly Towards The Calm

“Think fast!” Stephanie’s entrance was about as subtle as a stampede. She must have been hanging out with Jason lately. As the door behind her swung closed, she tossed a tightly, carefully wrapped package at his face. He caught it with one hand as he finished reading the last paragraph of the proposal he was looking over.

“Evidently I’m the Wayne family errand boy now,” she whined as she jumped up to sit on his desk. “I drove the brat home from school and got enlisted by Alfred to deliver food to your sorry butt.”

“You could have said no.” he muttered. Peeling back the folded wax paper revealed a tuna fish sandwich, exactly how he liked it, though a bit squished from being thrown across a room.

“Refused? Alfred? Are you joking?” she asked, over dramatically taken aback. “Besides, I was rewarded with my own delicious sandwich and not one but two cupcakes.”

“Two?” his eyebrow raised.

“Well, he only gave me one, but generously allowed me to snatch a second. I didn’t eat yours because I’m nice.” She dropped the rest of his lunch on his now closed laptop.

“Indeed, I shall never be able to repay your kindness,” he said around his own mouthful of sandwich.

“You got that right. Anyway, Cass and I are gonna have a night on the town tonight, wanna come with?”

Tim hummed in agreement.

“Great! I’ll text her. You should probably get a nap first though. Come on, you can eat on the way.” She popped the last bite in her mouth and hopped off the desk.

Gathering his things, he glanced at her in amusement. “Alfred put you up to this, too?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you even have to ask?”

Looping her arm in his, they headed to the door. He noticed a slight hesitation in her steps and turned to find her looking at him funny. But she just shook her head and let whatever it was, be.

Until they got in the car, of course.

Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she sped down the road she asked, with a tone he couldn’t quite decipher , “Did you use my dry shampoo?”

His mind ground to a halt. Of all the questions he thought she’d ask, that was not one of them, and for the life of him, he couldn’t reason out why. They constantly borrowed each others’ things without issue, and for that matter, so did the rest of their mismatched clan. Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he needed that nap after all.

It had been a minute, maybe he should answer the question.

“Got my own bottle.” He said carefully, “Seemed useful.”

“Hmm.” God, now she sounded like Bruce. How many odd habits had she picked up from them?

“Tim…” she sounded soft and hesitant, as if he were fragile. He hated when they did that. “When’s the last time you took a shower? Or ate a full meal?”

He contemplated it with a hum. “Patrol,” he said finally.

Stephanie’s hands tightened on the steering wheel for a moment. “Has it been bad lately?”

“What? …Oh.” Oh. “Not… really? It’s just been numb. Quiet. A bit like the way everything is muffled when you’re underwater.” A bit like drowning, he left unsaid.

She nodded and made a sudden U-turn. When he looked at her in askance, she shrugged. “We’ll patrol together another night. I’ll update Cass when we get to my apartment, but go ahead and text Alfred now. We’re going to have a self-care night with movies and facemasks and whatever other dumb indulgent Pinterest crap I can think of.”

Tim opened his mouth to argue but found he was too tired to care and yawned instead. “Nap first?”

“Shower first. Then nap.”

[BREAK]

He woke the moment she opened the door and turned his head to meet her gaze as she poked her head in with a grin.

“Ca-“ he broke off in a yawn, “Cass!”

With a quick glance behind her, she continued into the room, holding out a steaming mug. Tim sat up in bed, gleefully accepting it as she sat down next to him.

“Coffee,” he sighed in delight.

“Coffee.” She agreed with a solemn nod.

The silence was comforting as they sat there, leaning against each other, Tim soaking in the rare precious moments where he wasn’t rushed, or pulled this way and that. Reaching the bottom of the mug, he set it aside, wrapping his arms around his sister instead.

“You are a blessing upon humanity,” he said, “we don’t deserve you.”

She laughed and tightened the hug. The moment felt just like flying free above the streets of Gotham, and the thought of staying in for the night felt right. Cass pulled away just enough to look at him face to face, an amused twist to her lips.

“You smell like a Steph!” Squeezing him once more, she slipped away and was halfway out the door again when she turned as if she had just remembered something. “Oh!” her smile turned sly, “Decaf!”

“Hey!” He jumped out of the bed to catch up with her, but when he rounded the hall into the living room he was stopped in his tracks.

It seemed that somewhere in between dropping him off at her apartment to take a nap while she met up with Cass and “gathered necessary supplies”, and returning with said supplies, the original objective had been lost.

“It looks like you brought back half the manor’s supply of blankets and robbed a concession stand… and is that the old DVD case? I thought I got rid of that.”

“Yeah. Me and Dick saved it! Having everything digital may be convenient, but having a physical folder of DVDs just feels right!”

Tim suppressed the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and decided to leave the debate of Digital vs. Physical for another day.

“Anyway, you’re up just in time to help us set up the blanket fort!”

An hour later found the living room unrecognizable under the piles of pillows and draped sheets. Tim and Steph stood in the kitchen sorting snacks and discussing the night’s activities.

“-and then there’s this green tea and honey one that’s really great, very soothing-“

“Steph, you don’t have to explain them all to me, you know I’ll always let you test your facial concoctions out on me,” he cut in.

“Of course I know that. I’m not rambling about them for my benefit- I’m rambling about them for yours”

A head tilt was his only reply.

“Ok, let me try to explain this in a different way.” she put down her phone to look at him. “Tonight, Cass and I are going to attempt to teach you how to take care of yourself.”

“I know-”

“Not in the way that you’ve done or that you know. Your version of taking care of yourself is to fool the cameras, the public, to fool Batman into thinking that you’re at your best.” she shoots him a look. “You’re not. You’re running on fumes and you can’t fool your family.”

“Taking care of yourself is NOT finding the lowest number of hours of sleep that you can ‘function’ on.” She makes quotes in the air with her fingers. “It is not replacing a meal with a power bar, even if the calories are the same! It’s not only taking showers when you have to leave the house, or shutting yourself in to do casework all the time!” her hands fly up in the air and she huffs.

Taking his hands in hers she looks him square in the eyes before saying more softly, “Self-care is eating full, balanced, Alfred-cooked meals as often as you can. It’s doing your laundry every week and brushing your teeth twice a day. It’s taking naps even when you would literally rather be sorting through the 5-year backup of paperwork in R&D. Or better yet, getting a full 8-10 hours of sleep regularly! It’s looking in the mirror and saying to yourself, everyday, ‘I am good enough. I am worthy of and deserve all the love me friends and family try to give me.’

And tonight! Taking care of yourself is having a spa night with Cass and I while we watch anime movies and eat copious amounts of junk food, because we all know that patrol burns an extra 2,000 calories anyway! Plus, we can look at the Affirmations board I have on Pinterest! Cass likes practicing saying them while she beats up bad guys. Says the look on their faces is priceless.”

“Funniest one, I said, ‘I aspire to be a blessing and an inspiration to others.’” Cass recites popping her head out from the mass of blankets, “Guy completely stopped! Then I punched him.”

Night Will Come But Not To Stay

“I cant- I can’t do this anymore! I won’t do this anymore!”

“Promise?”

“…What?” his tears paused for the barest moment, before overflowing again. Bruce was crouched in front of him, tear tracks staining his face.

A moment ago Bruce had been standing with his back to him, untouched by Tim’s words, or perhaps instead, disgusted?

But perhaps that conclusion was wrong. As Tim searched his face now, it looked more like he was the one in pain and exhausted beyond belief.

His lips were moving, and Tim struggled to catch up.

“What?” he repeated, softly and sniffly, a cord of self-disgust lashing out within him at the pathetic sound of it.

Not just tear tracks, it seemed. Bruce was still shedding tears as he repeated himself.

“Do you promise? That you won’t do this anymore?”

Tim’s mind felt like sludge as he tried to piece together how that request could possibly fit into the context of the last few minutes.

They had been training, not so long ago. Bruce had reached out to Tim first, this time. Offered to train together like they had in the past. Tim had jumped at the chance. He should have known better.

It had been going fine, at first. Great, even.

But his insomnia had been worse than usual this past week, and his other symptoms had been acting up, too. In response to the lack of sleep, maybe, or just the continued pattern he had observed, gradually worsening over time.

Honestly, it was probably a great big mix of things.

But he hadn’t been willing to cancel - not the first thing that he had actually been looking forward to in… too long to think about.

So, he’d shown up anyway, his body begging him to just rest.

They’d warmed up and started sparring.

Well.

It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes of sparring, and his body went from begging to outright rebellion.

He went down and couldn’t get back up.

And for some stupid reason, Bruce had decided to yell at him to get up.

So, he yelled back.

Yelled.

Screamed.

He’s not even sure what all he said, just that this last added bit of disappointment piled atop the ever-building terror of symptoms and lit the fuse that exploded within him and stole the earth from under his feet. It ripped through him and tore out his throat, multiplying as his view was constrained to the back of the man he respected most, seeming to be utterly unmoved by it all.

His obvious confusion and continued silence spurred Bruce to try to explain.

“Promise me that you’ll stop running yourself into the ground. Please.” He tilted his head to try and catch Tim’s eye. “I know you’ve been struggling, and not just lately. Alfred said you’ve seemed like you’ve been having an especially difficult time for quite a while. He said he had been meaning to bring it up to me before… and that he had tried to talk to you while I was gone, but that he couldn’t get you to stay in one place long enough to broach the subject. I know something’s going on. Tell me about it. Let me help.”

“Something’s going-? Help?” his laugh was incredulous and desperate as he dug his fingers into the mats beneath him before forcing them to relax. “No. You can’t- you can’t help me.” He scoffed. “Was this-“ he waved his hand around to try to indicate this situation that he couldn’t find words for, “this, supposed to be helpful?”

“Well,” Bruce looked a bit sheepish, “when you get stressed, I know you tend to internalize all of it. Direct it all at yourself. I thought if you had something outside yourself to direct it at instead… It had worked for-“ he cut himself off. “Well.” He said again, letting it rest a moment before continuing at a different angle. “What do you mean I can’t help you?”

“I mean, you can’t. I- I already researched it. There’s nothing- I mean, I sure had enough time. I had thought, with how tired I am, that maybe it’d help with my insomnia. You’d think so, right? But no. No. I’m still awake, but now I’m lying there, and I can’t do anything. Because I’m too tired! I’m so tired, Bruce. I thought- I thought I knew what tired was.”

“Tim, you’re not making sense. What’s going on? Why are you so tired?” he shifted to sit down and lifted his arms to give Tim a hug but stopped short, holding there, offering.

Tim fell into his arms and Bruce gathered his son as best he could.

“Turns out The Clench has permanent effects that the cure couldn’t reverse. They’re only just beginning to research it, but I’ve been tracking symptoms. Chronic fatigue and pain, nerve damage, migraines- other things they aren’t sure are connected. There isn’t a cure, and it’s gradually been getting worse. I’ve tried the suggestions though it's hardly any change: diet, exercise, rest, the basics. But it’s all just maintenance, and I can’t-“ he went limp as his eyes filled with tears again. “I can’t do the things I used to be able to. I’m barely making patrol- the rest of the day I’m in bed. I can’t do classes. I had intended- I was going to finish High School, or maybe get my GED. But I have to lay down after taking a shower. I can hardly think anymore. I have to drag myself out of bed to go to the bathroom. I used to be able to do everything, and now I can’t do anything! I can’t help you anymore! And you can’t help me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bruce pulled him closer to his chest and rested his cheek on his head, rocking them back and forth. “It’ll be ok. We’ll figure it out.”

“No, it won’t! It’ll never be ok again! Can’t you see? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t think! I can’t think, Dad! What use am I now?” his voice broke and Bruce felt his heart break with it.

“Tim,” he gathered Tim’s hands in his own from where they were clutching his shirt, and planted a kiss on his knuckles, smoothing over them with his thumb. “Son, listen to me. You were not born into this world to be useful.” He stopped him before he could interrupt. “I know you like being useful. I like being useful, too. But I need you to listen to me. You are more precious to me than all the stars in the sky. Nothing will change that. When I say, “We’ll figure it out”, I’m not talking about a cure, or some way to make sure you are, quote unquote, “useful”. I mean that we’ll figure out a way for you to live a happy life. A successful life in whatever capacity that it may mean for you. When I say “it’ll be ok”, I don’t mean that I have a fix, I just mean that no matter what, the others and I will be here for you, however you need us. I mean that no matter what happens, you have a place here. You are my son. I love you.” Bruce cradled Tim close again, and their tears mingled where their cheeks pressed together.

“It’s ok. I’m here”

(+1) Fair Winds, Another Tale

Despite still being in the middle of setting things up, the picnic mood was already in full swing. Large blankets were being weighed down by pillows and baskets of assorted snacks. Tables were being laid out to hold the main meal, soon to be a large potluck. No matter how much Alfred insisted on being the one to cook it all, each attendee persisted in bringing something to share. He faintly wondered if they would run out of table space again this time ‘round.

With the majority of the tasks already accomplished, and the remaining tasks hijacked by the ever-enthusiastic young people, Alfred found himself with nothing pressing to do. He made his way over to where Tim sat, transferring water bottles and pop cans from cartons to coolers.

“As much as I appreciate the help, I do so wish they’d stop flinging cutlery across the lawn.”

Tim looked up to watch Steph and Duke and Jason for a moment, trying to suppress his own smirk at the sight of them gleefully tossing said cutlery to each other.

“I mean, it's just plastic, right?”

Alfred sighed as he sat in a camping chair set up next to the coolers. “Yes, but that’s not quite the point. The job is getting done, though, I suppose.”

They sat a moment in pleasant silence, watching as their family milled about, more relaxed than Alfred had seen in years. He hated to break the quiet, but with the entire family around lately and as busy as ever, he had hardly had a decent conversation with any of them. He worried about all of them, of course, and their shared inability to ask for help, but Timothy was an especially quiet lad, when it came to facing problems.

“How are things?”

“Well, all the drinks are already chilled, and we have plenty of ice.”

He shrugged a little at Alfred’s pointed look. “I think they’re ok.” He fiddled a bit with the boxes and tied a fresh garbage bag to the back of a cooler. “Not great, but ok. The weight, the fog… It’s lessened, somehow?”

“Your medication is helping?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a big part of it. But more than that, the way that I think about things now, it’s- I mean, obviously, it’s taken months, and ‘better’ isn’t a word that I’d use- but there’s been progress. And for once? It’s like I can let that progress just, be? I’m not sure how to explain it, really.” He leaned back to stare at the sky. “ I’m still working on things, and putting effort into it, but I guess I’m not expecting things to be fixed completely and immediately.”

Alfred hummed in response encouraging him to continue.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s still frustrating to no end. Trying to ‘let go’ of perfectionism and the control issues… Sometimes I feel more like I’m chopping off parts of myself with the issues rather than just ‘letting them go’. But I’ve been finding new ways to define myself, and it’s been more manageable lately. I can work with manageable. And when it’s not, I have people who make it bearable.” He looked off to where Bruce was welcoming their first guests. “That’s more than enough for me.”

“Master Timothy,” Alfred waited until Tim met his sincere gaze, “I am so proud of you.”

The small smile Tim shot at him reminded him so much of the shy grins that were common when young Timothy had first entered their lives. Alfred’s heart ached for the many children whose smiles he had seen stolen over the years. The moment was cut short as Jason stormed over demanding,

“Tim, Steph is insisting that the 2005 Pride and Prejudice is better than the 1995 version. You have to tell her she’s wrong.”

Steph came bounding over with Duke. “What's wrong with you? Do you hate Kiera Knightley or something?”

Jason took a dramatic step back with his hand on his heart. “You should know better than to ask that question! But the 1995 version is still the better version. It's more faithful to the books! The delivery is stunning! The banter is unsurpassable! And it has Colin. Firth.”

Duke breaks in, “I mean, he’s got a point. They took the time necessary to keep as many details as possible from the book. Elizabeth’s take down of Darcy is unparalleled. When it comes to banter that’s definitely the one to watch. Also, the 2005 Mr. Bennet is kinda creepy, not gonna lie.”

“See? Duke here is a man of taste.”

“But the aesthetic!” Stephanie cried, “The finger twitch! Darcy looking like a sad puppy in the rain! Elizabeth kissing Darcy’s hand!!! 2005 is a masterpiece! Tim, you tell them!”

“Don’t look at me, I think they’re both great. Besides, I like Jane Eyre better.” Tim says.

The other three stop and stare.

“You know, that makes sense.” Duke said with an assessing look. “Personally, my favorite is the Count of Monte Cristo.”

Jason threw up his hands in defeat. “You guys aren’t even talking about Jane Austen anymore!” They all turned as another car came up the drive. “Oh thank god, Babs is here! She’ll take my side.”

Their conversation faded into the distance as they paraded back across the lawn, dragging Tim into their argument as they went.

Bruce watched them fondly out of the corner of his eye as he approached in turn.

“The Kent’s are here, save Clark. Lois says he tried a new recipe and wanted to run it past Martha first. Diana’s running a bit late, but for the most part it seems that everyone else will be here in an hour or so. How are things coming along?”

Alfred knew he was asking about more than just picnic preparations. “All is well, Master Bruce. For once, all is well.”

#bbb2020 #batfam big bang 2020 #batfam #batfam fic #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #Stephanie Brown #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #fanfic #hurt/comfort #angst and fluff #holy crap i cant believe this is finished #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw suicidal thoughts #also talk of chronic illness #part three might hit a little too close to home during current events sorry #shout out to my fellow chronic illness peeps who are grieving the loss of health #i def cried while writing it #tim drake gets a hug #also everyones in therapy btw #all is well alfred says until clark shows up with that accursed sweet tea and restarts their ongoing battle over tea #please imagine the intense eye contact across the lawn as clark sets down the sweet tea at the drinks table smugly #it wouldnt fit in the fic but it fits in my heart #also u better believe that Dev is there!!!#im just too shy to write him

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nvrissa · 6 years ago

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hello laid ease and furries ( u know who u are )......hahaha....are u ready for this ? zimzalabim ! my name is xan ( she/her pronouns ) and my laptop has been broken for a good 3 years now i have to use an onscreen keyboard so if u see me typing for 20000 years on discord only to send u a single sentence u know whats up x JSDBJWBJW here is the intro....im really winging this no one call me out for that WOOO....tw: medication, mental health, body image ? perhaps just to be safe <3

ok ! so im not gonna talk too much abt family stuff bc yuno and i are doing the collab of the century here and art takes time people ! JSBDJBWDJW but so u get a good idea...i will write a little abt it lets get it

so the kwons were two of the biggest faces in hollywood ( and tbh they are still considered icons / hollywood royalty no matter how old they get they stay #Relevant ) think bradgelina ! literally everyone knows who the kwons if u dont u probably live under a rock /:

their parents are very into the fame thing...so when it came to their kids ( nari and wolfe ) they SUPER pushed the famous life onto them, really expecting both of them to be just as obsessed and enamored by the public. idk if u guys ever say that vid of gigi and bella hadid before they were huge were their mom was pressuring them both to get into modeling and to stay skinny and to be stars etc....it was kinda like that !

so narissa, being the first born, really just internalized that shit...like imagine being told ever since u were a baby that fame and status and ur last name are wildly important and not being able to remember a time when u werent being watched by cameras / a third party ( the public ) bc that was her life ! nari has....no experience as to what life is like without cameras and without having to create this image of herself that ppl are gonna be into

obviously that’s NOT normal....and it had it’s toll on her /: as a kid she grew up so fast like u know those kids that seem so mature and wise for their age ? that was nari. she always had two versions of herself: inside nari vs outside nari. she was so good at being good just bc she knew what stuff to express and what stuff to keep inside ( spoiler alert: most of it was kept in x )

she is still very much desperate to please her parents despite it all /: i feel like for a long time she kinda excepted and agreed that fame is everything ( hence why shes known for using her last name to get her places ) but shes starting to realize just how FUCKED it all is and just how much it’s messed her up so stay tuned for more fun !

ok so career stuff ! nari started off as a child model bc she was um super cute and super good at knowing what to do / not freaking out in front of cameras <3 but she was always obsessed with actors ! she used to sit in front of the tv for hours legit study and memorize ppls mannerisms and various movie lines.. she was literally always just quoting random lines / imitating various actors so often her parents were like ok word go act !

she landed her first role at 12 and it was a pretty huge role as a lead chara in a mini television series that revolved around a cast of kids ( think stranger things but not plot wise just how some of the mains were kids ) with zero acting experience before hand ... so it was pretty clear to the media nari got the spot bc she was a kwon ! there was a bunch of controversy around the show before it came out but once it was released...there was no denying nari had talent

after that it was just a whirlwind of acting doors opening up for her. everyone wanted nari bc of her last name and all the attention that came from it, not to mention every director wanted to be The One that helped narissa kwon become one of the most famous actresses of the 21st century. most of the time she was getting cast for selfish reasons but nari never realized it /: she was just happy to be acting bc it really was like therapy for her to become different ppl

flash forward to age 15 when narissa was finally diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and was prescribed meds to help ! it was actually a director from a movie she was working on that suggested to her parents nari might be struggling after witnessing her have a panic attack on set. not wanting a scandal, her parents agreed it was best to get her “help” which included pills and weekly therapy !

so nari actually didnt mind it too much tbh she HAD been struggling for a while she just assumed her anxiety was normal and just like something all famous ppl were dealing with but that wasnt the case. she was hesitant to open up to her therapist just bc she was still obsessed with this idea of inside nari vs outside nari, and she was very scared to cross that line so it took....years of sessions to build up that trust

as she got older though and as she got more famous, everyone just assumed she was better. she was more famous and loved by the day, she had become a chanel ambassador ( thank u jennie x ), her interviews on youtube always brought in record views, she’d started in plenty of movies critics agreed would become cult classics, her social medias were nearing kardashian level in terms of followers: everything was on track....

....except nari had actually never been more unstable. she had become so dependent on her meds she couldnt go anywhere or talk to anyone without popping a few in. all the watching eyes were starting to make her paranoid, not to mention the pressure from her parents ( who couldn’t be happier with nari being so famous ) was at its all time high. she had been nominated for an oscar at 21 and everyone was expecting her to win...and then she didnt

narissa kwon famously fainted at the 2018 oscars after it was announced she had lost the award. her actual fainting wasnt caught on camera or televised, but it WAS witnessed by some of the most relevant names and faces in hollywood who were in that room. the scandal took the media by storm, the hashtag #getwellnarissa trending for over 42 hours until a statement was released she had fainted bc of dehydration and other undisclosed causes and that she was okay & currently taking it easy at home surrounded by family

in reality it was the abuse of her medication as well as all the stress, but when your last name is kwon manipulating the press is as simple as making the right phone call. unfortunately for nari and her parents, the article about the brat pack came out a week later, and there was no manipulating that source /:

for narissa, it was all a wake up call. she decided to go off her anxiety meds altogether. after falling out with the brat pack she spent that year trying to figure out who she was separate from her fame and her last name. despite some offers from a few casting directors ( surprisingly some people still wanted her despite the scandals bc she was still a kwon, after all ) narissa rejected every role except one in a coming of age indie movie that explores womanhood and mental health as well as strained relationships with mothers. the movie is set to release sometime mid august hehe (~:

she agreed to come to milan to reunite with the brat pack bc she’s still searching for herself ! nari figures the people who quite literally grew up with her might give her some answers......not to mention there is still a part of her who is desperate to reclaim the image and status she had before everything fell apart </3

PERSONALITY/TIDBITS

narissa is....complicated to say the least. growing up in front of the cameras and in a family who prioritized fame and outside opinions of you as the most important thing, she is quite literally desperate for praise and approval. because she legit has no idea what parts of her are real and what parts of her she’s created for her public persona, she often looks for understanding in others!! shes very very good at analyzing people and understanding people in the hopes that its gonna make her better at analyzing herself, but to no avail.

libra sun capricorn moon !! THIS is super accurate and telling if u wanna read but i kinda just summarized it in the last bullet

she is such a perfectionist with everything she does and a bit of a control freak in the sense that if she’s not the one doing something, she doesnt have faith whatever that is will be able to live up to her unrealistic standards. directors are often concerted with nari bc whenever she gets big roles.....she is so hard on herself, often asking for take after take bc she monitors every little thing abt her expression or her movements. she’s often left frustrated and disappointed with herself bc again, her standards are SUPER unrealistic ):

she’s relatively sweet!! growing up with the brat pack they probably knew her as the life of the party, very bubbly, confident, and very easy to have fun with as long as you’re being tolerable. however, she can get kind of opinionated at times so it’s very hard for you to gain her trust and respect back if you lose it. she’s also prone to random mood swings / periods of isolation, but whenever she returns its with a big smile and a soft voice assuring you everything is okay

very good at lying and deceiving ppl but she hardly ever does it on purpose ( unless her publicists asks her too ). she’s carried this persona / public image of herself curated for consumption from others for so long, sometimes she has no idea when she’s being sincere or if she’s just convincing herself she’s being sincere. most of the time she only deceives other people about herself. she can come across as kind of elusive because of this ( think daisy from gatsby’s perspective ) but it’s not on purpose. she just legit has no true sense of self isnt that sexy?

speaking of sex. JWDBJWBDJWBD she also uses that as a coping mechanism / a weird affirmation that yes, she IS wanted by others and yes she IS seen as someone beautiful and that she IS something to be consumed by others ( like i said in my tags....male fantasies male fantasies ) but then at the same time she feels guilty abt this and so unsatisfied and disgusted at how she’s living her life as an object / manifestation of other people’s projections rather than as a normal person...rip </3 its a cycle

ever since her relationship with micah that was so hated by the public it actually ruined and ended their relationship, nari has been too scared to publicly have a relationship again. the media seems to love seeing her on casual dates with other stars, but not to see her tied down to one person, as that kind of “damages” this super accessible persona she’s put out ( think idols and why they cant date )

she loves poetry, french music, all of marilyn monroe and audrey hepburn’s movies, nonfiction essays abt womanhood and identity, anything chanel, is particularly fond of silk dresses but is partial to velvet as well, wears lacy bralettes under everything bc it makes her a little more confident, actually prefers large parties to small ones because small gatherings are more personal therefore give her more anxiety, would only eat fruit and drink champagne if she could live like that, doesn’t know how to swim so she’s scared of the ocean as well as the dark, used to study ballet as a kid and misses it terribly, doesn’t know how to drive and isn’t planning to learn, can be materialistic at times, is probably an introvert masquerading as an extrovert for 22 years now, the only movies she cant stand are westerns, loves to travel but is scared of flying, doesn’t drink coffee, and is allergic to nuts.

last but most important fact about narissa is that she loves her brother wolfe more than anything in this world so messing with him is the only way nari is bound to 100% hate you. she can bully him all she wants ( ex. starting very real rumors he IS in fact a furry ) but no one else is aloud to actually be mean to him or she will kill you

also very random but i had a hc that when she was 6 and her pet cat jinx died she caused enough fuss at home her parents actually made it a national holiday in about thirteen different states. the anniversary of this death is december 4th and yes . the brat pack better mourn jinx with nari every year......

pls spare plots im sorry this is so long.....JBDJBWJDBWJBWDJBJ i promise it will be worth it also im sensitive and very small ... how can u say no ?

#bratsintro #╰ ♡ . 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 ── ooc !#yes this tag is inspired by the margaret atwood quote....bc i am Literally haunted by it #so is nari x #also this gif ? inspired by her furry brother<3 #this intro is a whole mess pls . plot with me anyway ?#THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY LONG HOLY SJBWJBJWBDJW yea i...am so sorry oy my god

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devilsaw · 6 years ago

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Gift !

Here’s my @akatsuki-gift-exchange gift for @joupey ! Sorry it’s a bit late, I had initially planned to post this on the 25th but then stuff came up and I thought I’d post it on the 31st instead and well...I hope the 1st is okay too! I hope i did your boys good with this playful fic, I decided to write about Summer to contrast it being Winter, haha, so it’s not super holiday-y, but it is about them goofing off! I hope you like it!

Title: Summer Lovin’

Characters: Deidara, Hidan, Tobi

Pairing: Deidara/Tobi

Words: 1150

Notes: It’s a school au fic

Deidara slammed his locker shut, and adjusted his bag over his shoulder before beginning his walk to his next class. He had only made it a few steps before a loud, obnoxious voice got his attention. "Hey, Deidara!" Called out Tobi as he rushed to catch up to his upperclassmen in the hall. "Eh? What do you want now?" The blond demanded, annoyance seeping through every word. "I was hoping you'd come hang out with us after school, I figured you'd be free since, y'know, you have no friends." Tobi said, his voice cheerful and teasing, "Oi what the hell do you mean by that, asshole?! At least I have more friends than you!" Deidara fumed and half-heartedly lurched his hand forward in a weak attempt to grasp at the boys collar. Tobi ducked back out of his way and threw a playful wink at his friend before turning on his heel and briskly walking back down the hall, calling a final "See you after class!" over his shoulder.

Deidara huffed, adjusting his hair to lay in front of his face just right before looking back down to his phone. "where tf are u?" He texted Tobi. School had officially ended fifteen minutes ago and Deidara was sitting by the gates, already far too impatient as he waited for Tobi and Hidan to show up. After another couple minutes Deidara's phone pinged with a message, "I'm~ Watching~ You~!" "god ur so annoyin im not playin games rn" He texted back, whipping his head around anyway in an attempt to spot the mischievous masked boy. "Boo!" Cried Tobi, leaping in front of Deidara when his head was turned away, said blond yelped, jumping back only to stumble into Hidan behind him. Hidan and Tobi burst into laughter as Deidara grumbled annoyances to himself, trying not to lose his temper and save face. "What the hell are we doing today anyway, hm?" He asked as the three of them walked along the sidewalk, Tobi leading the way with Deidara and Hidan following closely behind him. "Oh yeah! You said you had a surprise right, Tobi?" Hidan questioned, excitement filling his voice. "Yup! Oh, but we have to kill some time before we can do it." "Eh? Then what the fuck are we supposed to do until then?" "We could hang around the mall, yeah?" Deidara suggested, "shop around, waste some time, whatever."

After the three of them ended up spending a good few hours trying on ridiculous clothes and window shopping at the local outlet mall (Hidan found a chain choker at Hot Topic he definitely plans to come back and buy later, when his friends aren't there to pick on his edgy fashion sense) they find themselves walking down the street, yet again aimlessly following Tobi who knows where. "Hey, is it time for our mystery plans yet?" Deidara asked, starting to again grow impatient with Tobi's antics. "Almost! Uh, I do have to pick up a few things for it first." "Huh?! And you couldn't have just done that at the fuckin mall?!" "Aha, of course not! It's stuff you'd just find at any old convenience store, no need to be so impatient." He said, a playful lilt to his voice.

"So what all'd you get, anyway?" Hidan asked, trying to peer into the plastic bags Tobi carried. He had insisted on going in to buy them alone, "To avoid giving anything away!" he claimed. He shifted so Hidan couldn't see anything. "Nu-huh! Noo peeking. You'll see when we get there!" "Where is there, hm?" "So many questions, you guys really must hate surprises. Our next destination is...the park." He said, eyes crinkling in a grin. Hidan and Deidara both sighed, sharing an annoyed, unsure look. "What's so special about the park?" after being led around by Tobi most of the day they were well passed a little tired of the secrecy. "C'mon guys I can't give everything away so easily. You'll just have to wait and find out for yourselves."

It didn't take much longer after that to reach the park, but Tobi kept walking until he had stopped actually just passed the park, settling down on a bit of an inclined hill that gave a nice view of the park. The sun had already begun to set, setting the sky a gorgeous shade of orange and purple. Deidara opened his mouth to question what they were doing their, when Tobi wordlessly interrupted him, opening one of the bags and tossing him an ice pop. "So...is this the surprise? Eating popsicles in the dark?" Hidan inquired, popping his cherry flavored ice pop into his mouth. Tobi only pouted in response. "No, dummy. This is the surprise!" he exclaimed, gesturing an arm towards the sky, the sun now fully set. "Uh...the sky?" Deidara asked, his voice heavy with equal parts amusement and annoyance. Tobi chuckled somewhat nervously. "I-I thought it'd happen then...give it a moment!" He assured, and just as he said a moment later, the sky lit up with it's first, huge firework. Exploding in a beautiful array of colors, red and blue and yellow, lighting up the dark. "This is the surprise!" He repeated, his voice loud over the pop and boom of the colorful explosives. "Tobi this- this is amazing!!" Deidara awed, beaming brighter than the fireworks. "Haha, I knew you'd love it! It's to celebrate Summer coming! A buncha people are celebrating in the park, so I thought we could have our own party here! Oh, I bought more stuff than just freezees, too!" Tobi rustled around in the plastic bags again before pulling out a number of fire crackers. Hidan and Deidara quickly grabbed sparklers and lit them up, Hidan recklessly thrusting his towards Deidara's in a sword fight movement. "Take that!" He laughed, and the blond retaliated by hitting his back. Tobi giggled gleefully at his friends enjoyment of his surprise, picking out a firecracker to light up himself, watching as it burst into colors, not quite as amazing as the giant ones above them, but nearly as amusing. "Tobi! Do you have any of those little things that burst when they hit stuff?" Hidan questioned, and Tobi tilted his head to the side a moment, before pulling out a little packet and tossing them to him. "Perfect! I'm gonna throw em at people in the park." He called as he sprinted back down the hill, "Oi, don't get in trouble, dumbass!" Deidara yelled back.

The blond threw an arm around the other boy affectionately, grinning from ear-to-ear. "This is great, Tobi. You really did good this time." Tobi responded in kind by leaning his head against Deidara's shoulder, letting out a content hum. "You just gotta listen to me more often! I really am amazing at surprises." "Yeah, yeah. Don't ruin the moment, asshole."

#akatsuki gift exchange #deidara #tobi #hidan #akatsuki

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sun-kissed-star · 7 years ago

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Can you write a javid fic with light angst and lots of fluff?

Shoot this actually ended up being a lot more angsty than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it anyway.

TW: Panic attack. Stay safe, babes!!

Friday, 8:02 A.M

SantaFeBoi: i think im gonna do it tonight

Ace: Really??

SantaFeBoi: shit yeah. i mean i dunno

Ace: Jack, don’t be dumb, okay? If you love him you should do it.

SantaFeBoi: if that was the only qualification i would have done it four years ago

Ace: You have the ring, you have the guy, now you just need the guts.

SantaFeBoi: gee thanks

Ace: I’m serious, though. You’ve been planning this for so long, just do it already.

SantaFeBoi: k

Ace: I hope ur not planning on doing it like that. Let me know how it goes!! If he says no then I’ll need a heads up so I can call in some emotional backup for your moping.

SantaFeBoi: u think hes gonna say no??

Ace: Not really. But it’s always best to be prepared.

Jack sighed at Katherine’s apparent words of encouragement, turning off his phone and putting it back on the nightstand beside the bed. He could hear the clanging and sizzling of a pan on the stove in the kitchen, and the smell of bacon wafted through the open door.

Today. He was going to do it today. In all honesty, the thought made him a little queasy. What was he supposed to say? Should he have rehearsed this? He had all day. Should he rehearse it?

“Davey Jacobs,” he muttered under his breath, staring up at the ceiling. “Would you do me the honor of being Davey Jacobs-Kelly? Shit, no, I sound like an idiot…”

In all honesty, walking in on his boyfriend whispering to himself was far from the weirdest thing he’d experienced with Jack. After all, there was that time a week or two ago when Davey had gone to get him at his studio in the middle of the night and found him talking to his paintbrushes, fueled only on sleep deprivation and a mug of paint water.

“Jack?”

Jack’s head snapped up from the pillow, wide-eyed at being caught, but he still maintained an innocent smile.

“Mornin’, Dave.”

Davey shook his head and sighed, smiling. “There’s eggs and bacon. Hungry?”

“Starvin’.” Jack crawled out from under the covers, shivering at the sudden chill that came without them. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms over his head, then followed Davey out of the room without bothering to make a trip to the closet.

“Would it kill you to put a shirt on?” Davey called over his shoulder in fond exasperation, rooting through the cupboard for plates and glasses.

“Nah,” Jack shrugged, grinning as he leaned over the counter. “But would you really prefer me to get dressed?” he said, straightening to flex mockingly. Davey rolled his eyes, crossing with the dishes in hand and pecking him on the cheek as he passed.

“I think I’ll live,” he said. “Get the silverware, would you?”

Breakfast passed in comfortable silence, not much conversation exchanged between the clinking of glasses. Jack seemed a little on edge and was pushing more food around on his plate than he was eating, but Davey didn’t mention it — he was probably just tired from another late night in the studio.

“Well, I have the day off,” Davey said, rising to his feet as he scraped the last bit of eggs off his plate. “It’s records day at the school. You better head out soon.”

Jack groaned, leaning back in his chair. “How about I just stay home today.”

“No,” Davey chastised lightly, coming up behind him and squatting down to wrap his arms around Jack’s waist. “Not a good idea.”

Jack pouted, sticking out his bottom lip and twisting his head around to see Davey. “Tryin’ to get rid of me that easily? I’m wounded, Davey.”

“No, I’m trying to get rid of those bills sitting on the counter, and we won’t do that anytime soon if you don’t quit laying around.”

Jack groaned again, dramatically heaving himself up, bringing Davey with him. Jack turned and grabbed Davey’s arms, bringing him around so they were face to face instead of face to back.

“I’ve gotta talk to you tonight,” he said. His light, teasing tone was gone, replaced with something more serious and hesitant.

“What about?”

“Our, uh…” Jack laughed nervously, running his fingers through his tangled mop of hair and gesturing between them with his other hand. “Our relationship, I guess? Sounds cheesy, but I’ll be back tonight to, uh, say it better — I think.”

As Jack stammered through an explanation, Davey stared at him, trying to put the words together so they would make an ounce of sense. Their relationship? What the hell did that mean?

“Our relationship?” he said, mimicking his thoughts. “Are you… are you breaking up with me?”

“No!” Jack shouted, a little too fast to ease Davey’s suspicions. “No. I just… need to talk to you.” He brought Davey in for a kiss, hands on his shoulders. Davey gladly returned it, even as his train of thought mulled over the words again and again in his head. “I’ll see you tonight about it. I love you.”

Davey smiled into the kiss. “I love you too.”

“I think I’m gonna call it off.”

“No, you’re not,” Crutchie said, swinging his crutch out at Jack and hitting him in the shin.

“I dunno what I’m supposed to say!” Jack protested, grumpily rubbing the sore spot. “Do I plan a speech? When am I s’pposed to pop the question? Do I say it outright?”

“Well, first you need to stop pacin’ and take a deep breath,” Crutchie said. Jack obliged, collapsing next to him on the pullout couch shoved in the corner of his studio. “Just say whatever comes to mind, okay? If you love him, you should feel comfortable around him, right? You’ll know what to do when the time comes. It’ll feel natural.”

“How do you know?”

Crutchie shrugged. “I’ve been askin’ around. I kinda knew this was comin’. That’s what Katherine said happened when she asked Sarah. Remember she was freakin’ out right before? And Sarah still said yes, right?”

“I don’t wanna pressure him into nothin’, though.”

“And you won’t,” Crutchie assured him patiently. “He’ll make his own decision. I’ve seen him makin’ heart eyes at you, though. I wouldn’t be too worried about his answer.”

Jack pouted and gave him a friendly punch in the arm. “We do not make heart eyes.”

“You can tell yourself that,” Crutchie said, shrugging vaguely.

As the minutes ticked by, the clock in the kitchen announcing each hour that passed, Davey grew more and more anxious waiting for Jack to come home. Their talk that morning hadn’t soothed him at all. If anything, Jack’s rushed words just made the panic creep in quicker.

They had to be breaking up. What else could “talking about their relationship” mean? Sure, Jack got flustered when he was nervous, but what would he have to be nervous about?

His leg was bouncing at lightning speed, fidgeting with his hands in his lap and glancing at the door every few seconds.

Jack was leaving him. He had found someone better, someone he loved more. Someone he deserved.

Davey’s breaths were coming faster. He put a hand on his tightening chest, trying to steady them, but his head was pounding and he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the thoughts that were blurring together in his mind.

Jack didn’t love him anymore — hell, maybe he had never loved him in the first place. All the late night whispers and hugs and kisses — they could have all been fake, for all he knew.

His hands were shaking. The bile rising in his throat warned him he was an inch away from discarding the remnants of what could have been his last meal with the man he loved all over the floor. He was glad he had skipped lunch.

What did he do? He needed Jack. Had it always been like this — had Jack been planning it, or had Davey done something to screw it all up, to end that one thing in his life that made him happy beyond belief.

He put his head in his hands, feeling the sweat building up on his forehead and blinking away the black spots dotting his vision. He would not pass out. He had to keep it together, for Jack’s sake.

Jack took a few shallow breaths before he opened the door. He fingered the black velvet box in his pocket. Katherine had been right after all, now that he was here and thinking about it. He had the perfect ring, the perfect guy — he was still waiting on that courage, though.

He swung the door open. Better late than never, right? But, as he stepped inside, he could immediately tell there were more important things at hand than his nerves. Davey was hyperventilating on the couch, his head bowed low enough to graze his knees.

“Davey?” Jack stuffed his keys in his pocket, slamming the door and immediately regretting it as Davey jumped at the sudden noise. “Davey, babe, what happened?”

Davey didn’t reply. Jack took a few slow steps forward, analyzing the situation. A panic attack. He had helped Davey through more than a few before, and he knew how awful they could be. He kneeled in front of his boyfriend.

“Davey, it’s Jack. Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

It took a minute, but Davey nodded his head a fraction of an inch. Jack took his hands carefully, and Davey flinched but didn’t pull away, which was a good sign.

“Good. You’re doin’ a really good job, Davey,” Jack said softly. “Can you breathe for me? In and out, c’mon. It’s okay. I’m here now. In for three, hold for three, out for three.”

Davey released a shaky breath, already calmer at the soothing sound of Jack’s gentle, warm voice. He recognized the breathing patterns through his muddled mind, counting silently in his head and moving his lips with the beats. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.

They sat together for what could have been ten minutes or an hour. Davey’s breath evened out, slowly but steadily, as Jack talked, his words grounding.

“Alright,” Jack said. His voice was still just above a whisper, but Davey had taken his head out of his hands, and his blurry vision had cleared to see Jack’s face, full of concern. “What’s goin’ on, Dave? Was there a reason it happened?”

Davey chewed his lip, avoiding the appraising gaze by staring down at his socks. Jack reached out, hesitating. When Davey nodded, he planted his hands on either side of his face, rubbing the dry tears tracking down his cheeks with his thumb.

“It was…” Davey cleared his scratchy, hoarse throat. Wordlessly, Jack removed his hands, got to his feet and returned with a tall glass of water, pressing it into his hand with a small smile. Davey took a grateful sip before starting again, rubbing the fabric of his shirt between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke.

“It was because you said you needed to talk, I guess,” Davey murmured.

Oh. Right. In the heat of the moment, he had somehow forgotten about what was soon to be one of the most important days of his life. But that could happen to anybody. “Right… what was it that made you panic, though? I’m not judgin’ you, just wanna make sure it don’t happen again.”

He watched Davey twist the hem of his shirt before speaking. He refused to look up, and his eyes squeezed shut as he stuttered. “Are you breaking — are you breaking up with me?”

Jack’s head shot up from where he had been rubbing circles on his boyfriend’s hand. “What?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Davey repeated. Jack felt something painfully pierce his heart at the broken expression on his face, void of emotion.

“No… Dave, no!” Jack said. Davey tensed up, his shoulders hunching. “Sorry. I just… no, baby, no. I’m not breakin’ up with you. Shit, I’m sorry, I was too vague this mornin’, wasn’t I? I’m so sorry. No, I’m not goin’ anywhere if you ain’t.”

Davey finally tore his gaze away from his lap. “Really? Okay, thank you. I mean, not thank you, I just thought you found someone better than me that doesn’t panic because their boyfriend said he needed to talk and —”

Jack clamped a hand over his mouth before he could ramble any further, then brought it away to replace it with a gentle kiss. “Davey, shut up. You’re the only person I wanna be with. And… well, actually…” He hesitated for a second. Better now than never. He was already on his kneeling in front of the couch. Carefully, he slid one of his legs out in front of him, raising himself up as he fumbled in his pocket. Tactfully ignoring his pounding heart, he drew the box out of his pocket. “You’re always gonna be the only person I wanna be with. This was supposed to be more romantic and shit, but I mean… you’re in your pajamas and we’re both shakin’ and it ain’t really what I was plannin’, but… this life is all I want. ‘Cause all that romantic shit ain’t always us, and if this is what it’s gonna be like, that’s what I want. David Jacobs, would you marry me?”

Friday, 6:40 P.M

SantaFeBoi: im engaged now

Ace: Called it.

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hi bee! i loved the soulmate AUs you did so much so im gonna request another one haha would you be willing to write a soulmate AU where you are able to communicate with your SO through your thoughts? Bakugous soulmate went missing after being captured by the League of villians, and after a while of her being presumably dead, he hears her voice in his head, asking for help and wanting him to meet her. angst or fluff u decide!

ahh i’m still not super used to writing soulmate AU’s, so hope this is alright for you anon!

Katsuki Bakugou

When you first ‘met’ Bakugou, it was actually at a pretty awkward time. You couldn’t tell if he was screaming or what at first, all you heard was a sudden blast of loud, incoherent noise.

After actually talking to him, you found out that it wasn’t him at all, it was just that his explosive quirk was so loud that it invaded his thoughts, so what you were hearing was an actual explosion.

At first, your mental connection was absolutely terrible. Katsuki was Katsuki, and the idea of someone invading space that was definitely personal pissed him the fuck off, and you bet your ass he took that anger out on you with rude comments or snarky insults. You’d always try to throw them back, but a lot of times you got so frustrated with him that you’d just try your best to ignore him and shut him out.

On top of dealing with Katsuki’s attitude, neither of you could control when you two connected at first. He’d just randomly hear your thoughts and you’d randomly hear his, so it felt super invasive.

Let’s just say the two of you ended up in each other’s heads at very..embarrassing times sometimes. (You were both teenagers at that ‘discovery age’ so, well, you probably get the gist of some of the things you’d both catch the other doing on accident)

It took a few months, but the two of you eventually got used to one another’s presence and you were able to better control when you were in each other’s heads. Plus, you both knew that this connection meant you were soulmates, and screaming at each other in your heads until you finally met would definitely not be fun, so you made a sort of truce in a way.

After a good year of being ‘together’, the two of you had gotten close enough to actually seek eachother out in your minds rather than treating your connection as some sort of annoyance. The two of you told each other things you never spoke of with others; insecurities, doubts, things like that.

You noticed that the only time you ever accidentally connected with him anymore was when your thoughts drifted to thinking about him.

Unbeknownst to you, it was the same for him, so every time he caught himself thinking about you and accidentally popped up into your head, he’d have to come up with some lame excuse as to why he was contacting you.

When he stopped hearing from you, even when he had reached out to you rather than waiting for you to contact him, he could honestly say he was scared because he thought he had seriously fucked up. This was because you stopped responding to him after he had mentioned ‘just wanting to fucking meet you already’ during one of his more vulnerable late nights when his emotions were more out in the open. He thought that somehow he managed to scare his own fucking soulmate off and he felt like a complete idiot.

His mood became very sour, even more so than usual, and his friends even became concerned for him. He’d only ever mentioned you to Kirishima, but he had never said enough about you for him or any of Bakugou’s friends to make the connection. He was so preoccupied with being pissed at himself that he hardly payed attention to the news, so hearing about some missing high school student from a few miles away wasn’t all that big of a deal to him.

A few weeks past, and he had forgotten about you a bit. Well, at least that’s what he had to convince himself he had done just so he could focus on training, but in reality he still spent every night lying in bed thinking about you. When he finally heard your voice, just barely a whisper in his mind, on one of those nights, he honestly thought he was dreaming, though he still immediately sprung out of bed and called out your name. When you repeated his name, this time louder and in a more panicked tone, he jumped out of bed and immediately started asking you where the fuck you and been and what was going on.

It wasn’t often he got so passionately upset over something but he..He couldn’t explain it, but having you gone was making his chest hurt in some weird way he’d yet to experience. Though when you explained what happened and where you had been, his heart nearly stopped.

Honestly, his blood was boiling before you even finished your first sentence, but he got the gist of what you were saying.

Even you didn’t know what had happened at first. One minute you were out walking to the corner store for something to eat late at night, and the next you were waking up tied to a chair with a terrible headache. From what you heard, you had been mistaken for a UA student and had been taken by this ‘league of villains’ you’d heard about on the news and had even talked to Katsuki about. You didn’t know if they knew about your mental connection, or if they were just being cautious just in case you happen to have a telepathy quirk, but they had somehow managed to block you off from him while they spent almost a month deciding what the hell to do with you. It was when their leader and whoever was blocking you from Katsuki stepped out that you were able to get out of the binds that you had been working on tearing up since you got there.

Once you were out of what weirdly looked like a bar, you just barely made it down the street before nearly passing out and having to stop. They had been feeding you the bare minimum to keep you alive so there was no way you could, one, figure out where the fuck you are and , two, make it home or to the police from there. Especially without any money or your phone, not to mention your mental state wasn’t all that great from the near starvation. So, you reached out to the only person you could reach out to.

At first his exasperated shouts bombarding your head made you clench your temples in pain until you got the chance to slightly calm him down enough to tell him what was happening and that you needed him to call the police or something . You could have sworn you heard his voice shaking, though maybe that was in anger as you could hear him cursing while he dialed the police.

It took awhile for him to get help since he didn’t have an address, only what you had described the area as looking like. When they had a solid guess, they sent a car to pick him up, but only because he screamed over the phone repeating multiple times that he had to go with. Normally the police wouldn’t let a teen get involved with something like this, but he ‘promised’ to stay in the car. That absolutely didn’t happen.

The second the car he was in pulled up just in time to see the EMT’s wrapping a blanket around your shoulders while someone checked your vitals, he was out in seconds and closing the gap between the two of you despite all the yelling protests he heard.

He’d been wanting to finally meet you, and even if he was first meeting you in a normal situation, he didn’t think he would have reacted any differently because he had no idea what to do or say. Much like him, despite the protests, you wobbled to your feet and wrapped your arms tightly around him, not having to hear his voice to know who he was. You’d been trying to be strong this whole time, but for some reason, now that you were safe you couldn’t stop the hot tears that were suddenly rolling down your cheeks as you buried your face into his shoulder as he stood there shocked.

After a moment, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head before mumbling out an apology. He didn’t know what he was apologizing for, maybe for not being able to protect you from the start or maybe because he didn’t even know what was going on for so long, but he just felt like he needed to.

Bakugou wasn’t expecting to hear a laugh from you, especially since you were still crying, but you couldn’t help it after hearing him apologize. He had nothing to do with it, plus the whole time you were gone, you were still able to hear his thoughts here or there when he was worrying about you, and even though you couldn’t reach out to him, he was part of the reason you kept your hopes high.

Eventually, he did have to let you go, but he did so very begrudgingly and he argued with the EMT about going with you to the hospital for a solid ten minutes, but she insisted that only immediate family would be allowed to be with you in the hospital once you got there. He probably would have continued arguing, but you took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze and told him a hundred times that you would be fine, so he finally agreed to let you go.

Of course, right as he was leaving to get back into the squad car to be taken home, he heard the EMT make a comment under her breath to you, saying “Your boyfriend’s a firecracker, huh?”, and he flipped his shit all over again, yelling and actually stumbling over his words about how you weren’t dating and blah blah blah, but because of how red his face had gotten, the EMT just rolled her eyes and shooed him off for good, assuring him that ‘he’d be able to visit his girlfriend tomorrow’ right before shutting the ambulance doors. He obviously would have rather gone with, but as long as you were safe and sound, he could honestly say that he was happy.

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