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jujutsukatsuki · 3 months ago

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Happy Halloween || Ghostface! K.B.

I know we still have a bit to halloween but i got inspired to finish this! This is part two to a old Ghostface bakugou fic i wrote a while ago. Read it here

This is a script i found, i did change a few things so its not word for word but you get the idea!

Sorry it took me nearly 2 years to do part 2 {TW: Knifeplay, stalking, blowjob, deepthroating, choking, humiliation, talks of murder and violence, making a sex tape, edging, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, fearplay, mask kink, oral (m and f), blood play)

It was Halloween night. The memories of Bakugou in his ghost face costume plagued your thoughts as you carved a pumpkin. He was suppose to be with you tonight but he got called to go patrol.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the way his knife grazed your skin or the cold material of his gloves on your cunt. The small cut he gave you on your collarbone still stung but it stung in such a good way.

With your horny thoughts filling your head, you barely noticed the presence behind you until it whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” You gasped and turned around, met with the same white screaming face that was stuck in your head. His maniacal laugh was slightly muffled from behind the mask.

“Did I scare you?” He cooed, the tip of his knife brushed your hair behind your ear. You could barely feel the cold metal graze your skin but the touch was enough to make you clench your thighs. The carving knife that was in your hand was held to his chest, if he stepped closer he’d impale himself. The sweet sound of his laugh rang through your ears. You knew who it was under the mask. You knew if it got to be too much, all you’d need to do is say your safe word.

“Come on princess. What are you gonna do with that? Put that silly thing away.” His leather glove caresses your cheek, the material is cold and smooth.

“What.. what do you want?” You question him. You can see the bright whites of his teeth from behind the mesh of the mask.

“What do I want? Let me think. Maybe I’ve come here to finally kill you. Carve my knife through your stomach like that pumpkin you’re working on and rip you from the inside out. Or maybe… I’ve come to fuck with your head some more. I haven’t decided yet.”

He smirks as he watches your breathing hitch as you struggle to form words. Your thighs are clenching together, the material of your school girl costume caught between them. It’s just enough pressure to give you a tiny bit of relief.

“You’re so cute when you’re scared.” He hummed before he steps back to take in your costume. The noise he makes is one of approval before he takes his knife and cuts off the top two buttons of the white shirt you’re wearing. It exposes your cleavage.

“Leave me alone!” You huff and hold your shirt together.

“Leave me alone!” He mocks back to you before wrapping a hand tight around your neck, forcing you to be pinned between him and the counter. He grits his teeth and snarls, cutting away the rest of your shirt.

“That really what you want? Huh?! You sure you don’t just want my cock stuffed inside your holes until you’re full of my cum?!” A few tears slid down your cheeks as the tight feeling in your stomach feels even tighter.

“Go on, sweets. Answer me.” You look away from the hollow eyes of the mask.

“Didn’t think so.” He scoffs and squeezes his hand around your throat even more.

You look towards your phone that’s lighting up with a text from someone.

“That’s cute, you’ve got a date? Not on my watch.” He scoffs once more as he grabs your phone.

“You know, doll, I’m hurt that you’d wanna be with anyone else on such a scary night, especially after I made you feel so good the last time. You should apologize.” He fakes hurt as he looks to you again, his free hand pressed to his chest. It allows you to see the knife held between his fingers.

“Come on. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Ghostface! I don’t know what I’m doing with that loser when only you can touch me!’” His voice goes high as he mocks you and what you should say. You look away as his exact words fall from your lips. Cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me, hm?” He licks his lips as you nod and get on your knees. You stare up at the white mask, you swallow thickly before glancing to the knife in his hand once again.

"Keep your eyes on me." His voice is gruff as he talks, you gasp as he slaps you and forces your eyes up to where his would be, he moves the cloak and lets you see the silver of the metal from his belt. "little upgrade from last year Doll. Easier access." You barely process what he says as he undoes the belt with one hand, his pants coming down slowly after. No words come to your mind as your eyes drift from the bulge in his grey boxers to him.

"You want it?" He growls and forces your head into him, you let out another gasp as you feel the bulge against your lips. He feels how you open your mouth and start to lick along his length, he hisses at the little bit of friction from his boxers rubbing against his skin.

"What do you want? I wanna hear it." He yanks your head back by your hair once again.

"I want your cock.. MIster Ghostface.. i want it please.." You beg, barley recognizing your own voice that's thick with lust. You feel like a dumb slut but you don't care. Your goal is to get fucked tonight.

"I knew you would. You like when I pull your hair like that?" You nod as he pulls his boxers down, hardened cock springing out. He pushes your head towards it and you open your mouth, tongue hanging out.

"That’s it." He groans and slides into your mouth, hissing at how warm and wet it was around his length. He thrusts in and out a few times as he lets his head roll back, you can't see it but you know his eyes are squeezed tight together. He pulls out and slaps his cock against your tongue. The taste of his precum is warm and salty.

"Stroke it." He moves his hands away, keeping one tangled in the hair at the back of your head, the tingling from your scalp travels to your pussy, at least you feel like it does.

"You’re mine, got it? And I’ll do with you whatever I please. I catch you with anyone else and… well you know what happens, dollface." He grunts as you suck on the tip, another hiss through his teeth.

"There you go, suck that dick like a good little slut."

His voice gets low as you suck on his cock, your head bobbing back and forth quickly, stroking what you couldn't fit in your throat.

"Look at you go. Taking it like a champ. I’m sure you won’t mind if I just-" He groans as he shoves his cock down your throat, your nose is pressed to the fabric of his black shirt, you can smell his cologne and the sutt from his quirk, just to ground you a little and remind you that it is the love of your life behind the mask.

"Aww, you tearing up? But you like being choked." You can hear the smirk as the tears start to run down your cheeks, he listens to your gagging noises a few more times but he finally lets you pull back. Gasping and sputtering, spit runs down your chin and soaks into your skin.

"Please fuck me mister ghostface." Your voice is hoarse as you speak, he chuckles from behind the mask as he yanks you up, the tip of the knife cutting the middle of your bra. You yelp as the tip gently cuts you, pretty red blood bubbling up.

"Want me to do it again? Who am I kidding, of course you do, cause you’re a slut." He smirks before he goes to a bag he left on the floor and pulls out a camera. You watch as he sets it up, not daring to move from the spot he put you in.

"We’re gonna make our own little movie." He hums and makes sure his angle is perfect to see the spot on the couch.

"I’m gonna set my camera right there and turn it on." The beep of the camera made you jump, thighs clamped together as you whimper. He sits on the couch and pulls you into his lap.

"i wanna play a game. It’s called I’m gonna fuck you in this cute little costume and if you cum before I tell you, you die. Understand?" You feel the knife press against your skin, the metal is cold and makes your pussy drip. Your back is to his chest, your legs spread over his so you cant close them.

"Mmm. I’m gonna fucking break you. How’s that sound?" He whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin making you shiver, he shoves your skirt up and cuts your panties off. "Useless things." He hums and feels your wetness on the fabric. "Dirty slut." He chuckles deeply and throws the pair on his bag for save keeping. He moves so his cock is rubbing against your pussy, his skin is warm against yours. Making you feel like fire. "Sit on my dick" He commands and you do without question, gasping and squirming a little as he stretches your hole out. "F-fuck.." You whine and bit your lip as you sit all the way down. He smacks your thigh demanding you to bounce so you do. your chest bounces as you look at the camera and gasp, rolling your hips with each bounce to hit that special spot that makes your toes curl.

"Yeah, bounce on that cock." He groans and reaches around to rub your clit with his gloved hand before his hand snakes up to wrap around your throat. HIs grip is tight enough to make you see stars but in such a good way. "Gonna choke you extra tight this time. Hope you don’t need to breathe, that’d be a shame." He lets out a sadistic chuckle and smirks, you push out a small whimper.

"That’s it. So fucking good." He drops the knife and your throat so he can grab your hips and bounce you on his cock hard and fast. You can feel the air sucked from your lungs as you try and catch your breath from the quick pace. "Mister G-Ghost-F-Face please!" You manage to let out, trying to ask for a second to stop so you don't cum early.

"Aw I’m torturing you? Good. This is your punishment. I’m giving you what a nasty little slut deserves. I love watching you squirm on my cock while I touch you. I’m close. You better not be, though. I’d hate to have to spill my pretty little fucktoy’s guts." The growl of his voice makes you squeeze around his cock, so close to cumming without permission.

"I feel you clenching around me. Is an orgasm really worth your pathetic life, sweetheart?" He lets out a chuckle that turns into a small moan "Please Mister.. please.. please let me cum.. i can't hold it.. please.. please." You word vomit as you whine and try and hold it back.

"Is that begging, I hear? This is the best Halloween ever." He grins and flips you so youre bent over the arm of the couch, his hips drilling into your ass.

"Please!" You yelp at the sudden change

"Nope. Don’t you FUCKING cum. Do you wanna die?" The knife is against your neck, cold metal making your eyes water as you whine and squirm.

"You know the rules, baby girl. As much as I love hearing you beg, I’m not gonna let you off that easy." He pulls out and pants, he yanks the cloak off and his shirt, careful to keep the mask on. You look at the sweat on his chest, the scars that litter his torso.

"In fact, stand up." He sets off the couch and strokes his cock, the feeling of cumming disappears as you move to kneel on the floor once more, the cool hardwood burning your hot skin.

The gloved hand is in your hair once again, yanking your head back, he slaps you to get you to open your mouth. The tip of his cock slides down your throat, your nose pressed against the happy trail on his abdomen.

"I’m gonna cum down your throat." He hisses and starts to thrust into your throat, tears and spit spilling from you.

"Mmm! Swallow everything like the needy slut you are." He moans as the spurts of cum slip down the back of your throat, you try and gag at the sudden intrusion but he holds your head so you cant waste any.

He pants and moves to turn the camera off before stroking your hair. "good girl, didn't waste any. That's what i like to see." He smirks

"Are.. are you done?" You ask softly, hoping you aren't due to how bad you wanted to cum.

"Of course we’re not finished here. Since you’ve been so good for me, I’ll have to give you your treat. Bend over for me and keep your face forward. DON’T Turn around. You try to peek at my face and I’ll slit your pupils." He growls and watches as you scramble to follow orders. You hear the plastic mask hit the ground and grip the cushions of the couch. Suddenly you can feel the leather gloves on your ass and his tongue on your pussy, you gasp and squirm lightly.

"You taste so good baby. You like that?" He groans at your taste before sucking on your tongue, his tongue flicking over it a few times. You push back into him and gasp. "Fuck.. yes.. Fuck" You whimper, thighs quivering.

"I know you’ve been waiting so patiently to cum. You gonna cum for me?" "Yes.. Fuck.. Mister Ghostface.. I'd.. I'd love to cum for you." You choke out, harsh pants between words.

"Cum Doll." He growls as he slides his tongue into you, making you whine loudly and cum, body trembling. He groans at the taste and keeps going, tongue pressing into you until he feels your cunt stop quivering. He pulls away and you no longer feel his warm breath on your pussy. He pulls the mask back on. "Turn around baby." He hums and you slowly sit on the couch, looking up at him whose pulling his boxers back up. You snatch the mask from him as you stand up, his unruly blonde hair flattened from the mask and the sweat.

"Happy Halloween, baby. Sorry about ruining your costume. And your makeup." He had a shit eating grin on his lips as he looked at you. "Shut up." You mutter and kiss him, tasting one another on each others lips.

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cursedlovesstuff · 3 months ago

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Nervous Proposal K.B.

Kate Bishop stood outside the Romanoff's apartment, her heart pounding like she had just finished a marathon.

She nervously adjusted the grip on the bouquet of roses in her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the ribbon tied around the stems.

Clint’s voice echoed in her mind, trying to reassure her. “Come on, Kate, just do it. What’s the worst that could happen? Nat and Yelena like you, right?”

But as she stood at the door, every possible worst-case scenario played through her mind.

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was terrifying enough on a good day.

Add in her younger sister Yelena, who was just as deadly and even more unpredictable, and Kate’s nerves skyrocketed.

This wasn’t just about facing the Romanoff sisters,this was about Y/N, the person she’d been crushing on for what felt like forever.

Y/N wasn’t just another person.

She was the one who made Kate’s heart race every time they hung out, the one who made her feel like the world wasn’t as chaotic as it seemed.

Now, standing at the door, Kate was about to take the biggest risk of her life, asking Y/N out on a date.

When Kate finally summoned the courage, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The sound echoed in her ears, almost too loud, as if the universe was amplifying her anxiety.

She waited, her mind racing, until she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from inside the apartment.

The door opened, and there stood Natasha Romanoff. “Hi, Kate,” Natasha greeted, her voice neutral but her eyes sharp.

She glanced down at the bouquet in Kate’s hands, then back up at Kate’s face, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Kate swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Uh, hi, Nat. I was, um, I was wondering if Y/N is home?”

Natasha tilted her head slightly, considering the question. “Maybe. Why do you ask?” Her tone was teasing, but there was an underlying protectiveness that made Kate’s stomach twist.

“Because I, um... I wanted to talk to her,” Kate managed to say, her voice wavering despite her best efforts to sound confident. “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

Natasha studied Kate for a few moments longer, the silence stretching out until it felt almost unbearable. “Y/N!” she called over her shoulder. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as she heard the sound of another door opening and closing inside the apartment.

A few seconds later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, her eyes lighting up when she saw Kate standing there with the roses.

“Hey, Kate,” Y/N said with a smile, her presence immediately soothing some of Kate’s nerves. “What’s up?”

As Natasha took a step back, giving them space as she walked away.

Kate forced herself to focus on Y/N, who was looking at her with a mix of curiosity and affection.

This was the moment she had been building up to, the one she had spent countless hours thinking about, and now that it was here, the words seemed to catch in her throat.

“I, um, I got roses,” Kate blurted out, holding out the bouquet awkwardly.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed internally. Of course, Y/N could see that. The roses were right there.

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can see that,” she said, her voice warm.

Kate’s face flushed, and she quickly tried to recover. “I mean, I got these roses for you,” she corrected herself, feeling like her nerves were turning her brain to mush. “I, um, I couldn’t find your favorite flowers, so I got these instead. I hope that’s okay.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she reached out to take the roses from Kate’s trembling hands.

“They’re perfect, Kate,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against Kate’s as she accepted the flowers.

Kate felt her heart do a flip at the contact, but she forced herself to stay focused. She had come this far—she couldn’t back down now. “So, I was wondering... if you’d like to go out with me?”

"Like on a date?" Y/N asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yes! Can I take you out on a date?” Kate responded quickly, her voice full of hope and nervous energy.

At first, Y/N didn’t respond, and the silence felt like it stretched on forever. But then Y/N’s expression softened, and she nodded. “I’d love to, Kate,” Y/N replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Kate’s heart soared, and she couldn't help the grin spreading across her face. “Great,” she said, barely able to contain her excitement. “Are you free on Friday?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, Friday works for me.”

“Friday at 6?” Kate suggested, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“Friday at six sounds perfect.”

“Great! I mean, awesome!” Kate stammered, unable to hide her excitement. “I’ll pick you up then?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N said, her smile brightening even more. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Kate’s grin was so wide it hurt, but she didn’t care. “Me too,” she said, feeling like she was walking on air. “okay, I’ve got to go do something—training. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Goodnight, Bishop,” Y/N said with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Romanoff,” Kate replied, turning to leave, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement as she walked away.

As she made her way down the hallway, Kate couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder, catching one last glimpse of Y/N standing in the doorway, still holding the roses with that same warm smile on her face. It was a sight that would keep Kate smiling all week.

Not my best work but I hope you enjoyed it !

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #oneshot #fluffish #avengers #avengers oneshot

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gorgeousgust · 7 months ago

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JUST A HEALER. - K.B

Pairings: (Kaz Brekker x Reader) A/N: Hey Everyone! I hope you all are fine and feel good. May goodness be with you… So this is a new fiction of mine. About Kaz Brekker… Well, I was so stressed about my studies so I wanted to write something to keep my mind occupied. English isn’t my native language, as reminding it again, I might have mistakes. If you saw it feel free to correct it with kindness of course! I hope you’ll like it. There will be a part two. Warnings: Kidnapping, Pekka Rollins, mention of Kirigan. It is mostly based on the first season of the series but I changed things. Word Count: 1.997

You can read the last part here: More Than A Healer. - K.B

A soldier, a healer.

That was all you were to him. A soldier, a healer. Well, the story of you and his crossed in a different path. You escaped from the Little Palace and took a ticket from an unknown ship, with that you went overseas.

As the ship sailed to the shore of Ketterdam, the city where every young-blooded Ravkan wanted to see, you were finally there. Freshly dressed and eager to see a new world. Other than forced to work under king’s command. Well, the missing state you were in probably put a traitor stamp on your name but you didn’t care.

Your parents died, because of Ravka. Because of their policies about taking Grisha’s away from their parents. Your parents die because they never wanted you to be taken from them. They died, because you were a Grisha… You blamed yourself for it from such a long time. But in reality, the blame wasn’t on you, it was on them.

A week passed since you were in Ketterdam, hiding your powers and blending into public. Well, it was safe to say that you were expecting difficulties. You had nothing so it would obviously difficult.

However as the weeks passed, you were able to find a shelter to stay, foods to feed yourself and a job. Well, you were taking care of wounded people, they thought you were talented. Not a Grisha. They thought this woman, you, are just talented and hardworking about what you do. But inside of every touch of yours, you were slowly recovering them faster.

Of course, you bandaged them, cut them, stitch them, clean their wounds but without the people of Ketterdam’s knowledge, as every slight touch of your fingers did the magic.

However, as you were so good at what you do, people talked. Pekka Rollins, offered you a job which you declined smoothly a time. He was pissed but you told him you work openly. But you treated his wounds so that’s why you were still alive.

Even Pekka Rollins didn’t realize you were a Grisha but a certain man, who likes to stay in silence and sees everything in a different gaze, such as reading between the lines, he noticed it.

That night you were going to your home, you heard a sound. It terrified you, so you touched your gun. Then you understood the sound of the cane, was on purpose.

The alley was empty. It was just the two of you, you thought. “It is not a daily thing you see a Grisha in Barrel.” As hearing his words, you turned to him slowly.

“Who are you?” You said to him coldly. He looked at you ruthlessly. As you were looking at his eyes, it was harsh, you felt goosebumps. “The right question is… why a Grisha is doing in the Barrel, Miss L/N?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t know who you are, but you surely are mad.” He smiled to that. But the smile didn’t match his eyes. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He stepped firmly into your way, you didn’t back away. You wouldn’t show any weakness to him. You were a soldier.

“There’s no need for fighting, I present you an offer.” You looked at him with curiosity after hearing his crooked voice. “I’m listening.” You said firmly.

“You can work for me, and I’ll keep your secret.” You looked at him bitterly. “I don’t work for anyone.” You looked at his eyes. “Believe me, Miss L/N, in the Barrel, a woman like you would be a great investment.” He stopped briefly. “I have been watching you, and it wasn’t hard for me to understand of your little powers.” He looked at you so smoothly.

“Bold of you to assume, that I’ll work under you.” You said it confidently. He looked at his gloves for a moment. “If they finds out you are a Grisha, you won’t last long.” You squinted your eyes. “Is that a threat?” You said.

“No, it is just a warning.” His glances wasn’t disturbing it was frightening. “I give you a day, you can find me in the Crow Club.” Then he disappeared into shadows without even waiting for you to say anything.

After that night, you thought many things. You didn’t know the man, so you pulled strings and searched his name. The Dirtyhands. Bastard of the Barrel. The owner of the Crow Club. Kaz Brekker.

Kaz Brekker.

The Dirtyhands.

He had people work under him. The Wraith, The Sharpshooter… The Dregs. The informations you learned about the infamous Kaz Brekker, led you to his Club.

As you stepped into the Club, it was lighting with warm but sharp colors. You heard every laughter on gambling tables. Some smiling like devilishly, some whine in losing.

You stepped surely to inside. As your gaze fell upon to the upstairs, your eyes met in a brief moment. From the moment you stepped inside to the Club, he knew you arrived.

He made a small gesture, the way his face turned slightly to side, it was a gesture for you to come closer.

You walked slowly into his way, as he lead you to his office. Your gaze wandered the room. The walls were covered in a thick layer, the furnitures are covered in black as the way he dressed. The room looked tidy but his desk was filled with full of papers which looked pure chaotic.

The light of the room was dim. It was weirdly calming but as his body turned to you, your gaze met his. He looked like a wall. No emotion, not even a slight expression.

As you looked at his face, two days ago, looking at him briefly on the streets was not enough for you to look deeply into his features.

Now that you see him, well, he looked beautiful. In a disturbing way, he was looking good. Except for the fact that, he knows your secret and he is threatening you. Also, adding the fact that he is the Dirtyhands. You heard rumors about him before.

“So, you heard about me.” As he broke the silence, you nodded. “The Dirtyhands.” You said with a straight impression. “I heard about you.”

He leaned back on the edge of the table. “Then you heard all the things they said about me.” He replied.

“Look, Mr. Brekker, I don’t work for people. I don’t want to make enemies.” He almost laughed at that. “No, Miss L/N, the clear thing you don’t understand is…” He paused briefly. “Eventually, when people find out who you are, you are not gonna survive a day in here.” He looked at you sharply. “I won’t expose you, but, imagine if Pekka Rollins finds out?”

As he said it, you turned your gaze into one of painting on the wall. “Okay..” It was reasonable. You turned your gaze back to his. “I’ll work for you but under one condition.” You said. “I want a good check.” He looked at you.

“Then we have an agreement.”

Yeah, after that day a year passed as you worked under the Dirtyhands. Well, he didn’t trust you a bit and you weren’t trusting him too but you just had to trust the promise he made.

You were clearly a good asset to him. You treated Inej and Jesper’s wounds. Other members of his crew too. Also you were a great soldier so when a mission arrives, after some time of him trusting you about coming to his thefts, you were quick, strong and loyal.

He even gave you a new identity. Helped you to have a new identity in Ketterdam. So, you wouldn’t suspected to be a Grisha, a Ravkan.

But Pekka Rollins wasn’t happy about the idea of you working under the Bastard of the Barrel, which caused you some headaches. However, Kaz was cautious about everything.

A soldier, a healer.

You were all that to him. Well, you got along with Inej and Jesper. They had unique characteristics. You could feel the joy around Jesper while feeling safe around Inej. She was quiet but she made you feel comfortable.

You can’t say much things about Kaz. He was complicated. Never trusting you much, always prepared for everything and too cautious, too careful. As you observed him through the months, you saw how he deprived himself from touching. You saw the sour face of his after someone in the crowd bumped him with no intention. They thought it was just Kaz hated people. But to you, the way he looked with every little touch the furrowing brows of his tells a different tale.

Which you were curious about it. However, you never had the intentions of learning it. So you slipped the thought away and got along with your life.

You were walking around the corners of the Barrel, you wanted to be alone, as you blended in with the others, the crowds noise was silencing your thoughts. Well, under Kaz’s command, it wasn’t very easy but you felt safe and powerful. The threats of Rollins wasn’t new, but it didn’t scare you that much. Since you were a traitor in Ravka. You flied away from there and left the Army.

Of course, over the time passed Kaz learned why you were in Ketterdam as you told him the story of your life. You thought he would judge you but he was no better man. So he just didn’t mind it.

You earned his respect with how much you cared for his crows. How you treated their wounds after a fight very gently and how you were loyal to him and his team. It didn’t slip from his gazes.

As you turned around the corner, you felt a pair of hands grabbing your mouth harshly. You panicked just for a second. Then you tried to fight back to the man who held you tightly. You took a knife out of your pocket and hit him on his belly, as he whined in pain, you freed yourself from his prying hands. As you turned to look at the man, you heard a strong accent.

“I can say, I was very disappointed to hear you began to work under- Mr. Brekker, aye?” As you heard his voice, you turned to the owner of the voice. Pekka Rollins.

“What do you want?” You said sternly. He approached to you. “It is such a clever move, I say,” He looked terrific. As meeting his gaze, Pekka’s gaze didn’t seem to move away from you. “Hiring a healer? A Grisha.” He smiled. “A traitor…” You look at him disgustingly.

“Well, I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said it dumbfounded. He looked at you with range. “What should I do to you, Dame Blanche, huh? Or should I say… Miss L/N?”

You looked at him with anger. “I don’t care what you’ll do. I won’t back away from a fight.” You said it confidently. He looked at you with smug smile. “Oh, I won’t do you harm, The Black General, I think he is going to do.” You looked at him disbelief. As two of his guy grabbed your shoulders, you fought to get away from their grip but you couldn’t succeed.

Pekka approached to you and squeezed your cheeks in a hurtful manner. “After what would done to you, you are gonna regret to work under that bastard, lass.”

The next minute, you felt pain on your back as slowly, your vision blurred and your eyes went black.

As couple of hours passed and you opened your eyes, the sharp pain on your head was making you feel uncomfortable. You tried to open your eyes but your eyelids were too heavy and you feared.

What if Kaz couldn’t find you?

What if Kaz wouldn’t find you?

What if he doesn’t care about your sudden disappearance?

What if he,

if he thinks you betrayed him too?

#kaz brekker #shadow and bone #reader insert #kaz brekker angst #kazzle dazzle #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker imagine #kaz rietveld #kaz brekker fanfic #shadow and bone series

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katebishopshands · 9 months ago

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But I’m a Cheerleader ! Pt. 4

(Cheerleader!Kate Bishop/reader) (18+)

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt. 3

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The end of cheer camp nears. With three days left in the week to carry your team to victory, you only have one thing standing in your way.

Your feelings for Kate.

No longer being able to let your feelings for her hide in the depths of your subconscious, you do something you never thought you’d do.

You talk to her.

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You search for her eye for the rest of the day. You swear you can feel her staring at the back of your head during lunch, but when you turn around to look at her shes talking with America and Clint like nothing had happened.

Like she hadn’t shoved her hands down your spanx hours earlier.

Like you hadn’t done the same to her a day prior.

Yelena beams to you on your way to the last rotation of the day, conditioning.

“Today was great, wasn’t it? I think we’re really onto something this season” she’s talking nonsense, not even making eye contact with you. She toys with the end of a blonde braid as she keeps up with the rest of the team. You adjust your backpack on your shoulders, glancing behind you in hopes to see Kate.

You see her, but she doesn’t see you.

Was the moment in the locker room her way of calling it quits? Whatever relationship that had been developing, squashed in under 24 hours? Maybe the sweatshirt was her way of saying goodbye.

“Yeah uh, I don’t know Yelena, but I think we were on fire today!” You smile back at her, not wanting to show her the internal conflict you were going through as you stepped through the doors of the training facility.

It shouldn’t bother you that Kate ignores you throughout the last rotation of the day, throughout dinner and the rest of the night. If anything, you should be happy that she’s finally done tormenting you. But you’re not. You crave her eyes on you, the snarky comments, the snotty looks. You crave her. Always have. Since you started cheering, Kate had been with you. At competitions, try outs, cheer camps. She’s a constant in your life that you didn’t even realize.

So now having a day almost completely void of her, felt wrong.

You played with the sleeves of the sweatshirt you had stolen, well now Kate had given to you. Just biding time until you got the energy to get up and take your shower. The tie faded tie blanket you had made sophomore year of high school sat under you. On top of the blood, sweat and tears from training that day, you also hadn’t really gotten a chance to clean yourself up since the…incident with Kate in the locker room that morning. A shower sounded so good, but your body ached.

Along with the aching muscles, your heart ached over the lack of Kate’s attention during the latter half of the day. You felt like a spoiled child. You hated admitting that feelings of some sort had started growing for the dark haired girl. But they had, in some fucked up sort of way.

You’re getting up from your bed, grabbing the towel that hung on the back of the door to the bathroom after not being able to take the smell of your own BO any longer. But you stop before you turn the bathroom door handle.

You had to talk to Kate.

You couldn’t keep letting her take over your mind. She hadn’t even done anything really, but god was she distracting. You couldn’t live through the rest of camp looking over your shoulder to see if she was noticing you.

You hung the towel back up on the door, sighing a bit as you hung your head before walking over to the door that led to the hall. Your bare feet stuck to the cool linoleum flooring. You knew deep down that you probably should be wearing socks or some sort of slip on shoe to avoid athletes foot or wherever, but you were too tired to care.

Hand colliding with the metal door handle that led to the hallway, you turn it and open your door. You’re looking at the ground as you do so, ready to make the short walk to Kate’s room so you can tell her how you feel.

“Um…hi…?” Your eyes flick up to the voice that had just spoken up.

It’s Kate, her hand still stretched out, reaching towards your door handle. Her hair is down . It’s a little wet from a shower you assume. Her pajama shorts low on her hips once again. You’re able to see the purple jeweled jewelry she has in her belly button piercing more clearly than earlier. Your mouth goes dry.

“I was just..um..” you’re sputtering, suddenly forgetting why you were even going to see Kate in the first place. She chuckles slightly at you, letting her head fall for a moment before looking back at you.

“Can we talk? And I mean actually talk” she’s still smiling, not looking like she’s mad at you. This settles the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

“It’s like you stole the words out of my mouth.” You take a step out of her way, beckoning her to take a step into your room .

She obliges and steps past you, you’re able to smell her shampoo from her shower. Coconut. You knew that already, having woken up to her hair in your face that morning. You’re suddenly insecure about the way you smell after deciding to ditch your shower in favor of going and talking with Kate.

Kate turns to you before she enters fully into the bedroom area of the dorm. She picks at the skin on her lip with her teeth , her hands clenched at her sides. She’s swaying back and forth, clearly in thought.

“So..you wanted to talk?” You interrupt her thought process. You couldn’t stand having her this close to you when you didn’t know where this newfound relationship stood. The last time you had spoken it had felt like a goodbye, but now you weren’t sure.

“Right! Yeah..of course..” Kate shakes her head a bit, as if she was trying to shake her ideas out.

“I think..” she starts. You brace yourself for impact. This was it. This was where she broke everything off with you, and you went back to hating each others guts, or even possibly ignoring each other for the rest of your lives. You look at your feet, not wanting to meet her watery blue eyes.

“I think we started this off wrong” she finishes, and it’s not what you were expecting to come out of her mouth in that moment. Kate Bishop admitting she had done something wrong, it was a Christmas miracle.

“Oh?” You look up in surprise, finally looking at her. She looks nervous actually. No longer the confident girl who had asked you to ride her thigh last night, or the girl who had followed you to the locker rooms. She looks small. She’s fidgeting with the seams of her pajama shorts, bouncing from foot to foot.

“Yeah, I mean like.. I usually don��t do this kind of thing..well I do but I don’t know..”

You cock you head at her, not really sure what she’s trying to get at.

“I’m not sure I’m following” Kate sighs and goes to sit down on your bed. She looks at you expectantly before nodding her head next to her, inviting you to sit down next to her. You mindlessly follow her request and sit an almost too far distance away from her. She raises an eyebrow at you but continues.

“I’m sorry I just..I’m used to getting with girls suddenly but there’s something about you.. I don’t know. You’ve bugged me since the day I met you..”

“So you’re saying I’m different that the other girls you’ve been with?” You scoff a little at how cliche it sounds.

“Yes! But it’s not like that I just…I’d like to get to know you…like actually get to know you..” Kate won’t look at you. She’s staring at the chipped purple polish on her fingers, playing with the hang nails that cling to her cuticles.

“Kate..” she looks up at you. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she had tears in her eyes. She’s embarrassed you realize. The ego machine that was Kate bishop was embarrassed infront of you.

“Are you saying you want to actually have a conversation with me and not just fuck my brains out?” She goes red at this. You laugh a little.

“I mean if you want to put it that bluntly…yes? If that’s okay with you.” Her voice is hopeful. She’s trying to hide behind awkward laughter, but you can tell that she’s wanting you to say yes.

“Look, don’t get me wrong I REALLY like fucking your brains out, but I think in this case we need to get past the enemies thing and get to the friend part first..” she ends her sentence with an awkward laugh.

“Oh so we’re enemies?” You lean forward, smiling a little at the idea that Kate thought you were enemies.

“You told me last night that you ‘ hate me’, I’d take that as being enemies” she rolls her eyes a little, her attitude coming back for a second.

“Maybe I wouldn’t hate you if you weren’t such a show off”

“And maybe I wouldn’t show off so much if you didn’t give me dirty looks all the time” she snaps back from your snarky remark. You put your hands up as a sign of surrender.

“Okay Kate Bishop…let’s be friends then…ask me whatever you want”

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Kate’s legs are crossed over your own. Your back against the stone wall of the dorm room that your bed sat against. You’re both laughing at some story she was finishing up.

“There’s no way you’re that scared of horses” you say in between laughs, trying to catch your breath. One of your hands sits atop Kate’s knee, a thin barrier of sweat between your exposed skin.

“I’m being so for real right now, I ran right into the road after seeing the Central Park carriage horses for the first time” she’s laughing too. Her nose crinkling as she smiles big. She’s cute.

This is the first time you’ve looked at Kate and thought she was cute. Not hot, or sexy or anything of the sort. She’s cute. She’s being herself in the moment, not the villain you had made her out to be in your head. She’s someone who if you had met under different circumstances, you’d be totally head over heels for almost instantly.

“My mom had to run into the road after me to make sure I didn’t get squashed” she’s grinning at you.

“And…you’re still scared of horses?”

Kate looks away from you.

“No comment” she continues to not look at you, opting instead to play with the ties in your blanket

You scoff at her and shove her shoulder a lightly. Kate leans back and rubs at her shoulder where you had hit her.

“No fucking way you’re scared of horses, you’re 22!” you nearly yell at her. You’re in awe. True awe. In the past two days you’ve learned some crazy things about about Kate, but this one took the cake. She rolls her eyes at you, black hair sliding off her shoulder and falling behind her back.

“Look, I don’t trust them. They know something we don’t, I swear!” Kate is desperate to plead her case, but you’re not having it.

“You’re ridiculous” it comes out breathy as you look down to where your hand still sat atop her knee. The bed dips and shakes a little as Kate scoots a a little closer to you, her purple polished hand finding your thigh. Your boxers rise up a little as you shift a bit. Either it be from nerves or to relive the growing heat in your core, you’re not sure. Kate rubs her thumb over your thigh.

“Would it be ridiculous of me to say that you might be into it?” Half lidded blue eyes bore into the side of your face. You dare to sneak a glance at her out of the corner of your eye. She’s waiting for a response.

“You’re ridiculous” you repeat, this time more quietly, less confident than before. She nods her head a little .

“That’s what I thought” before you knew it she’s shifting her position on you, swinging her leg over you to straddle your lap. You hold your hands on her waist, looking up at her with your brows furrowed in confusion not exactly sure what she was trying to get at.

Kate leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You kiss her back.

The last two hours you had learned more about Kate Bishop than you had ever intended on. Her mom had essentially raised her herself after her dad passed away. She had gone to an all girls school for high school. Despite being the charismatic powerhouse that you knew from cheer, she struggled to have a lot of close friends.

Kate Bishop was nice. A hell of a lot nicer than you were. Always judging Kate, chalking her up to some rich girl who got eve try thing she had wanted, but you were so wrong.

And now here she was, fingers tugging at the hairs that sat on the base of your neck as she kissed you. She rocks into the kiss a little, sending your back against the cool stone of the wall behind you. You can’t tell what gives you the goosebumps that prick up on your arms and exposed skin of your legs; the feeling of the wall through your tshirt or Kate’s lips on your own.

Kate pulls away, a little out of breath and looks down at your. Her hair is back over one shoulder, it’s almost fully dry now.

“What happened to not wanting to do anything again until we’re friends? “ you jab at her, squeezing her hips a little. You can’t help but tease her. The last couple of hours had been entirely too nice for your liking. She groans and rolls her eyes.

“Are we not friends yet? I told you about my dead dad..I think that means things are getting pretty serious” she’s joking, but the undertone of her words is legitimate.

You run your hands up her back, nails catching slightly on the cropped tank top she wore. Kate shivers. Sitting up slightly, you let your nose graze hers. She looks at you and blinks a few times expectantly.

“I don’t know Katie…” your thumbs are rubbing small circles on her back. Kate takes a small breath of air in anticipation.

“I’m honestly still a little wigged out about the horse phobia” you grin at her, moving your face closer to hers and letting your noses brush once again.

“but..I guess..”

“Please” Kate cuts you off, no she begs you. Thick brows furrowed, full lips slightly parted as she releases her breath onto your face.

“I guess I’d call us friends now.”

Kate’s resolve crumbles quickly. She slings her hands over your shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the base of your neck again. She’s tugging on them, eliciting pleased sighs out of you as you kiss her.

You’re holding her, pressing her body into yours. Her chest pressed against yours as you fight for control of the kiss. Kate’s tilting her head to get better access to you. Hot, open mouthed kisses shared between you break the would be silence of the dorm room.

For the second time while in the process of kissing Kate, you think of your neighbor and best friend, Yelena. Wondering what she would think of if she heard you sucking face with your biggest rival. You shudder, making a mental note to keep it down if you guys do end up banging.

Kate detaches her mouth from yours and works downward . A kiss to the corner of your mouth, your chin, your neck, right above the collar of your shirt. She lifts off of your for a minutes, her fingers playing with the bottom of your shirt. It’s an old competition shirt, you think you gotten it when you were maybe 17. Kate eyeballs it for a moment. She laughs.

“We won this competition…you guys came in second.” Of course she had to have brought that up. You scoff at her.

“Oh you bitch” you push her off of you, adjusting her position so her head fell on your pillow. Kate laughs at you as she falls backwards. Her dark hair sprawls out behind her onto the faded pink pillowcase. It was some ancient Disney princess pillow case from when you were like four, it had been to every cheer camp with you .

You swap your positions, now straddling Kate’s hips. She keeps laughing as you start kissing her neck.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I heard you call me that”

Kate is incredibly smug for someone who was under you. Confident gaze flitting over your body. How she found you attractive in that moment was above you. The faded competition shirt, the tattered boxers, the fact that you hadn’t showered. When you had packed for the week you didn’t intend on anyone that wasn’t Yelena seeing you in your pajamas. But you found yourself straddled on top of your arch enemy, core throbbing with want.

You kiss up her neck, sucking on her jaw. Kate’s hands tangle in your hair, yanking in the strands a little. She whines a little. You nip at her jaw a little following it with your tongue to soothe the blossoming hickey.

Kate arches her back upward, successfully colliding your chests and your crotches. You hiss into her neck, letting your head hang for a moment as she bumps into you, your clit colliding with the material of your boxers.

Kate takes note of the way you stutter on top of her.

“Feel good?” She gently gathers your hair in a free hand, pulling your head up slightly so you can meet her face. You flush. You were so tough a few moments ago, but now that Kate’s got you under her gaze you shrink down. Too embarrassed to admit that you wanted her to shove her fingers down your shorts again.

You can see the hickey bruising on her jawline. You hadn’t even thought about the consequences of doing that. You had just wanted to hear Kate make her pretty noises. You sit up, putting your hand over your mouth.

“Shit I’m sorry Kate” she looks at you confused, leaning up on her elbows.

“For what exactly?”

“I accidentally gave you a fucking hickey. I wasn’t even thinking about it” your hands are over your face. You really didn’t want to blow this whole thing you had going with Kate. After your conversation and actually getting to know her, you thought that even outside of a sexual relationship you might actually be able to be friends with her. But no matter what? Neither of you were ready to be in the public eye.

Kate sits up fully. You feel your body drag a little with hers as she crosses her legs under her. She takes your wrists, so incredibly gently. When you had embarrassingly enough imagined Kate Bishop in these scenarios before you thought she’d be cocky, mean, maybe even a little demeaning and rough.

But Kate Bishop is gentle.

Removing your hands from your face, Kate shakes her head at your a little once you meet eyes.

“It’s okay, really”

“Really?”

She nods her head and your stomach feels a bit better, the guilt eating away at you subsidizing for a moment.

“And besides, I’ve got concealer, no one will notice.”

She’s so nice to you. It’s shocking. After years of getting in each others faces and endless taunting, Kate is nice to you.

She leans into you, kissing your gently at first. But as her hands travel down your body, starting at your cheeks, and then your shoulders, to your breasts and downwards, she gets more aggressive. You rock your head with her, letting Kate dominate the kiss.

This wasn’t the rage filled make out sesh from the night prior, or the quickie in the locker room, something had changed between you.

Kate’s gently pushing you backwards so your head barely sits below the edge of the twin extra long mattress. You let her, sighing into her as your back touches down. Kate’s hands have found your hips, her fingers pulling lightly at the top of your boxers. You lift your hips just enough for Kate to pull them and your underwear down your thighs. You never take your mouth off of hers, sighing into her mouth as the air of the dorm hits your freshly exposed core.

Kate reassuringly places a hand on your hip, rubbing light circles on the warm skin there.

“You good?” She pulls away from you and meets your eyes. Her finger keeps rubbing at your hip. You swallow. You’re more than good. Never in your whole life had you thought you’d actually be civil with Kate, but here you are.

You nod.

“Words please. I’ve heard you be louder than that on the mat” Kate smiles, her teeth perfectly white and straight. You wonder if she had braces at some point.

You roll your eyes. As if she really needed you to say it, she had already had her fingers inside you that day.

“Yeah..I’m good” you whisper. Kate’s not happy with your answer, but it’s sufficient enough because she shimmies her way down to her stomach. Face eventually level with your cunt, which at this point is effectively soaked because of the stop and go make out sesh you guys had been locked in for the last 20 minutes or so. She wastes no time as she goes in, nose bumping your sensitive clit as she begins licking at you.

You jolt, a strangled moan breaking through your lips. Kate had not prepped you in the slightest so the sudden attention almost jump started your body.

You feel Kate smile into you as she reached a hand up to your breast and starts to knead at it. You moan again. Kate continues licking and sucking at your folds. The mixed sensations of Kate swapping between lickingg at your labia and sucking on your clit, along with kneading at your breast occasionally tweaking your nipple has you shamelessly moaning.

It’s almost like you’ve forgotten you’re at cheer camp, and you’re now a horny 16 year old hooking up with her first girlfriend in some beat up car.

You grow tired of the barrier that is your shirt between Kate and your skin. You begin to grasp at the hem of it. You arch your back to make it more easy to get the shirt off of you, in the process pushing your cunt even more into Kate’s face. She moans and swirls her tongue around your clit. You gasp, dropping the shirt from your grip to clasp your hand over your mouth in an effort to keep quiet.

Kate laughs at you and goes back to work.

Shaky hands finally grabbing onto the faded fabric and pulling it over your head. You throw it behind you and forcefully place Kate’s hand back on your tit. She tweaks your nipple again and you jump.

Kate looks up from her position between your legs, blue eyes clouded in thought and a smile still on her juice covered lips. You were close at this point. The extra stimulation to your breast was what you needed as you rut against Kate’s face.

You’re about to announce to Kate that you’re close to finishing when she stops.

“Kate I was about to fini-“

She shushes you, quickly sitting up. You’re about to protest again until Kate begins to pull off her own shirt. You close your mouth and stare. Respectfully of course. But you think to yourself that she has the prettiest boobs you’ve ever seen. Kate catches you staring as she throws her shirt towards where yours landed behind you.

“ you like the view?”

“Uh no” you lie. Admitting it was too embarrassing. She leans forward and kisses you. You sit up, leaning into Kate. While kissing you, Kate begins to shimmy her way out of her own shorts, leaving her them along with her underwear discarded on the opposite end of the bed .

She pulls away from you. You had seen her naked before. But this time was different. That was you two fucking out your feelings for each other. Whatever this was, you couldn’t put your finger on it but it wasn’t that.

You take Kate’s naked form in as she props your right leg up and slings it over her shoulder. She hovers her own cunt over yours, her own right leg going over your left.

“Kate what are you doing?”

“God I’ve been waiting to find the right girl to try this with” her eyes are on where your cunts almost collide. Her chest is heaving, blue eyes blown with her dark curls falling over her shoulder again. Her tone is deep and filled with lust. You’re about to lean forward to brush her hair off her shoulder again when she she essentially sits down on your center, her swollen clit catching on yours. The raw sensation of your overly sensitive bud colliding with Kate’s warmth sends your back towards the mattress again.

You see stars. When you had heard your friends talk about seeing stars during sex you thought they were joking but having Kate Bishop sit her own pussy against yours was what officially broke you.

That was, until she started moving.

Kate begins to grind herself against you, sending your body up and down with every thrust of her hips. You’re silently screaming as she does so. You have to put your own hand in your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. Kate’s panting, her thick brows furrowed as sweat drips from her hairline inbetween them. She’s reaching for your tits as she continues to thrust into you.

Sweat drips down your own back and inbetween your asscheeks, eventually ending on the fitted sheet beneath you that seemed to slip farther off the mattress with every one of Kate’s thrusts. Kate’s moaning above you. Her heads thrown back as she squeezes your boobs, using them to anchor herself into her motions.

“Jesus Christ Kate” you whine. Your hands are reaching anywhere. You need something to bring you back down to earth. The feeling of Kate against you is so raw and intoxicating you can’t help but feel like this is a dream. Some insanely perverted dream. You would’ve continued to think it was a dream, until Kate herself whines from above you.

Her clit catching on yours causing her hips to stutter. Your breath catches in your throat at this, which is a sign for Kate to pick up her pace. She leaves marks on your tits as she pounds into you. Red crescent marks framing your nipples from her dull nails pressing into the supple skin there. You plant the one foot on the mattress and begin to meet her thrusts, frantically humping into the air in an effort to meet your climax.

With each thrust your clits kiss and elicit a high pitched whine or moan from you both. At this point you didn’t care who heard you, you wanted to cum. You wanted Kate Bishop to make you come.

“God you’re doing so good” Kate mumbles, her rhythm faltering. She plants a kiss on your ankle. Your cunt flutters around nothing at her praise and sudden affection. Your release is approaching faster than you’d like it to. Kate teasing you earlier hasn’t done you any favors.

Before you’d like it to, your body tenses up, hips off the mattress and you cum. Your calves clench, your ass clenches and so do your eyes. Your whole body goes limp under Kate as she continues to rut into you, desperately trying to finish herself. You shake as she does so, beginning to feel over stimulated every time her clit bumps against yours. You’re about to push her off when she moans quietly and her hips stutter to a halt.

She looks down at you as she catches her breath. Waiting a moment before she removes your leg from her shoulder, you wince at the feeling. On top of being sore from the days work, your hip is now sore from being locked in that position for god knows how long Kate had you there. She’s gentle with you, guiding your leg back down onto the mattress before lifting herself of of you.

The sound of your mixed release sends shivers down your spine and you both wince at the lack of each other’s presence. Kate brushes some hair out of your eyes and leans down again to kiss you. You reciprocate as you sit up, wincing with every adjustment because you were so sore.

“You did really good..I really meant that” Kate says between a whisper and her usual speaking voice. She’s avoiding your eyes again, back to the shy girl who had came into your room a few hours again. Kate traces a circle in your thigh, eyes focused on that.

“Thanks” you say through a smile. “You were pretty good too. I mean that was…” you take her hand in yours, you now rubbing circles on the top of her hand.

“Yeah..it was.”

Kate looks towards the door, then to where her shirt was behind you, and then towards her shorts at the other end of the bed.

“Well I should..” she begins to move to go collect her clothes, getting one foot onto the cool flooring.

“Stay..” you reach for her. You’re not sure what came over you, but you want her to stay. Genuinely. Not even for more sex. Just to lay with her, run your nails up and down her arms. To count the freckles on her body.

“Please stay..” it was your turn to beg tonight. At first you can’t read Kate’s expression. Her lips are slightly downturned into a pout and her head leans to the side. She almost looks confused. The corners of her mouth slowly turn upwards into a smirk and her cheeks flush. She quickly gets up, running across the room to turn the light off, and then jumps back into your bed, her head back on your old Disney princess pillow. She holds her arms out for you to join her.

Kate stays the night.

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DARRRRRLINGGGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROL JAIIIIILLLL

No but for real this took forever and I apologize for that, but I’m actually like, really proud of it?? Something about taking my time to really work on the quality of it was really refreshing.

This IS NOT the last part, but I do think part 5 will be. This concept has been so fun to write, but I’ve got a fic on my other blog I’ve been neglecting even worse than this one.

Mwah mwah mwah love you all so much ✨🏹

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high infidelity (pt. 3) (k.b.)

you know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love.

Summary: kaz and the crows arrive at a safehouse after rescuing reader, where kaz is confronted by his past. reader wakes up and starts the long trek to recovery. Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship) Word Count: ~3.1k Warnings: brief allusions to SA (inej expressing concerns about reader), mentions of injuries (head injury, severe wound on reader's arm, bruises, scrapes, etc.), mentions of blood, lots of grappling with trauma, mentions of sibling & parent loss/death Genre: angst? a bit of fluff? Author's Note: hello hello!! i'm so sorry about my long absence. college and life happened, BUT i have a birthday in the near future (libras unite!!) so have the final part of high infidelity as a lil birthday celebration :)) pinky promise next part is already in the works and it should be a lot less heavy!! enjoy <33

part one / part two / masterlist

Kaz gently pulled you back into his arms as Jesper navigated the exhausted horses toward a small, two-story farmhouse tucked away in a remote field a few miles from Lij. In the distance, a few farmhouses stood like faint silhouettes against the night sky. Beyond that, nothing for miles. The perfect place to hide, heal, and plot before their return to Ketterdam.

The air was clean, untainted by manufacturing smoke, and stars glittered above Kaz as he carefully stepped out of the carriage with you in his arms. He thought hard about the stars as he approached the porch of his childhood home; he thought about how much you would love them when you awoke and how your eyes might look as they caught their distant glimmer.

It was easier to ignore the stirring ghosts of his past if he thought about his present, the future he hoped to have. That present and future rested in the sleeping woman in his arms, her head against his shoulder and her weight a strangely comforting presence against him. The comfort was foreign to him, a sensation he could distantly remember if he reached far enough through the fog that had plagued his life since Jordie died.

The stars disappeared from view as Kaz stepped under the porch awning and turned to face Inej, silent as ever behind him. "The key is under the board with a split down the middle," he said quietly, jerking his chin to the end of the porch.

"Whose house is this?" Nina questioned as she arrived, pale and exhausted from working on you for most of the ride. "And do you think they'll mind if I sleep here for an eternity?"

Kaz shot her a glare and answered neither of those questions. He didn't feel like telling any of them about whose house this was, nor about the phantoms waiting inside. He had enough to worry about without fielding their questions, and his concern rested solely with you, unconscious in his arms. "Jesper, remove the furniture covers. Inej, Nina, help get Y/N settled." His eyes flicked between the Wraith and the Heartrender, a troubled face and an exhausted one. "Then rest. All of you. Jesper, on the couch. Nina and Inej, take the large room upstairs."

He didn't plan to sleep until he was sure you wouldn't die on him. He'd had enough of death in his life.

Inej unlocked the door and pocketed the key, moving inside and holding the door out of the way for everyone to trickle inside.

The room was spotless, remarkably untouched by dust. As Jesper started to remove the cloths over the couch, table, chairs, and small kitchen surfaces, not a single speck of dirt puffed into the air. "I was expecting more... dirt," Jes admitted, wadding up the cloths and tossing them in an empty corner. "For a farmhouse."

Kaz didn't respond, turning on his heel and marching up the stairs toward the small bedroom to the right. He nudged open the door to his and Jordie's old room and held his breath as he carried you in and settled you in the made bed. If he didn't breathe, he couldn't let the past settle in his lungs and choke him.

His gaze remained solely on your face as he carefully unlaced your bloodstained, beaten boots and set them aside. But his thoughts were elsewhere, on a presence he could feel breathing down his neck. The hairs there prickled, and Kaz pursed his lips, fighting the growing tremor in his hands as he tucked the blankets around you.

Jordie was there, in that room. Present, though he'd been dead for years. His father sat on the rickety old seat beneath the window, watching Kaz brush your hair from your face before jerking his hand back. His breathing was coming fast now, and though he longed to stay with you, he had to get out. His lungs burned and ached, unable to pull in the oxygen he needed.

Kaz had to get out of that room, escape the ghosts' eyes on him, their hands reaching toward the exposed skin of his neck, the small gap between his gloves and his sleeves that exposed his wrist. Anywhere there was skin for their cold, bloated, marred, dead hands to grab.

"I'm sorry," he breathed to you, the words barely audible. Kaz stumbled back and then fled like the coward he was. His lungs struggled to expand in his chest, his breathing shallow as he moved down the stairs and back into the living room. He walked past Jesper's unconscious, snoring form on the couch and grabbed a metal bucket from beside the back door with a trembling hand.

Coward, he thought, opening the door and stepping out into the cold winter air. It nipped at his cheeks and neck, but he didn't bother grabbing a coat. He deserved to brave the cold, to have to break the thick layer of ice in the well with his bare hands. He should be brave enough to stay with you until you woke, to hold your hand and think about everything he wanted to say.

He could kill a man, but he couldn't stay with the woman he loved. It was a cruel trick of the universe, a flaw in the new person the harbor made. Brekker, where there should be Rietveld, two clashing sides of himself with the wrong half winning.

Broken, twisted coward.

You deserved better than this, than him.

Kaz slammed the door shut, his breath clouding in front of him, and he limped off toward the edge of the Rietveld property to collect water.

The door rattled in the frame behind him, but Kaz paid it no mind. Inside, Jesper's snores seized for a moment before continuing, droning on alongside the eerie, anxious silence of the farmhouse and the cold, windy beginnings of snow.

Once Kaz was back from the well, his gloves soaked and cheeks flushed from the cold, Inej took a bowl of water from the bucket and a clean rag and slipped into the room you were asleep in.

She quietly pulled the seat from under the window to the edge of the bed and got to work, carefully wiping away the blood she could see without moving your clothing. As she ran the rag down your forearm, mindful of the deep gash cutting your tattoo in half, the concern that had been heavy on her heart came bubbling to the surface. She blinked away the unexpected tears in her eyes, turning her head toward the window and staring out toward the sky as she tried to collect herself again.

Inej hoped and prayed that this was the worst of what you'd been through. She didn't want to consider the alternative where you'd experienced the same pain and horrors she had. Unwelcome hands, permanent scars on the skin and beneath it, and memories of touches that didn't belong.

She did what she could to get as much grime from your skin without scrubbing too hard or moving your clothing, and when she was done, she watched the flakes of blood and dirt melt and turn the water reddish brown. Inej shuddered and stood, taking the bowl and leaving your room as silently and quickly as she arrived. She wordlessly moved past Kaz on the steps and through the living room and stepped outside to dump the water into a patch of brown grass.

Inej stood there long after the reddened water ran over the dead blades of grass, a glass bowl dangling from her hand and her face turned toward the night sky. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and two tears slipped down her cheeks.

Please, she thought, her lips silently forming the word. Don't let her suffer what I have.

You woke up as the sun started rising, a loud thud and quiet bickering startling you into consciousness. You peeled open your eyes, fighting against the weight of your eyelids, and you blinked to clear your vision. Shivering, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and then upright.

The room was freezing, your nose and ears numb from the temperature, and you pulled your covers tightly around you. A coat laid over you, smelling of smoke and city. Kaz. As you pulled it around your shoulders, ignoring the bloodstains on the front, you turned up the collar to inhale his scent again.

As you turned your head to investigate the room around you, the world twisted, and you squeezed your eyes shut to steady yourself, your fingers curling into the silky lining of Kaz's coat. Once your head stopped spinning, you opened your eyes again.

The room was small, sparsely furnished with only the bed, a rickety chair beside it, and a chest in the corner with a thick layer of dust on top. The wallpaper was yellowed from age, and there were rectangular outlines on the walls where paintings had once been. Once, this had been someone's home, and the thought made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with the sense that you were intruding. Distantly, you heard a quiet conversation from below, and the voices were too soft, the background too quiet for you to be in the city somewhere.

Where the hell am I?

You slowly swung your legs over the edge of the bed, determined to poke around further and determine where you were. Standing and pulling Kaz's coat tighter around your shoulders, you managed one step. And another. Your legs trembled and threatened to go out from under you, but you took another step. The door was almost within reach, and you stepped forward to place your hand on the doorknob.

A board creaked beneath your weight, and the voices you'd heard below went quiet.

Footsteps thundered against wood, and the floorboards creaked. The sound grew louder, and you took shaky steps back, your head already swiveling in search of a weapon. Your hand made contact with a glass of water left behind on the bench beside your bed, and you lifted it, ignoring the liquid sloshing over the rim and onto your hand. Your grip slipped slightly, but you held on.

The door screeched open, and you raised the glass as if you might throw it. Your heart raced in your ears as you took in the faces of your friends in the doorway, and it took you a moment to process that you were safe and they would not harm you. Your team. Your friends. Your family.

"Y/N," Jesper said, already stepping into the room, and you set the glass back onto the bench as he came toward you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight, bone-crushing hug.

You let out a quiet sob as unexpected tears sprung to your eyes, and you wrapped your arms around him, too, despite the spasms of pain running up your bandaged arm and throughout your body. You hid your face in Jesper's chest, breathing in his smell of gunpowder and metal, and he held you tightly against him, swaying back and forth a bit.

Jes pressed a teary kiss to your sweaty, bloodied hair. "Saints, Y/N," he whispered, and he didn't have to say anything else. You understood. I thought you would die, he was thinking.

You couldn't blame him. For a while, you thought you would too.

You pulled back and looked up at him, brushing away his tears. "Stop crying," you told him, your voice raspy from emotion and disuse. "You'll make me cry too."

Jesper laughed shakily and squeezed you in a hug one more time, and then a small hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him back. Inej was there, her warm, brown eyes alight with concern. There were a million questions, a million worries there, and you knew she was terrified for you. It wasn't hard to guess what she was thinking.

"I'm okay," you said. "They didn't."

Inej's fear deflated, and she pulled you into a hug. Her grip was gentler than Jesper's, wary of your injuries, and she pulled back to grip your shoulders. "Thank the Saints," she whispered. Her eyes brimmed with tears. "If they had..."

"They didn't," you repeated, knowing she needed to hear it. You could feel the guilt and worry weighing down on her, and you didn't want her to shoulder that. So you pulled her back into a hug, even as the world tipped under your unsteady legs.

Nina didn't say a word as she joined the embrace, wrapping one arm around Inej and the other around you, pressing her fingertips against the nape of your neck. Her touch eased some of the stiffness and the persistent throbbing there, and you sighed, your head drooping onto her shoulder as you let your friends support you for once.

"I'll pour some hot water and grab some clean clothes," Inej whispered, withdrawing from the embrace before turning to Jesper and nodding, the two of them quietly leaving as Nina started to tend to your wounds without you having to ask.

"How bad is it?" you murmured, letting Nina carefully guide you to sit on the bed. She pulled your injured arm out before you and peered down at the bandages, and you averted your gaze so you didn't have to see the state of your tattoo.

"It'll scar," Nina said after a few beats, gently undoing the bandages and then running her fingers over the marred flesh. The touch would have caused pain, had it not been for the soothing rush of her magic over your skin. "When we found you, you had a bad head injury. I needed to work on that first."

There was an apology in her voice, and you looked up at her, finding her already staring back at you with so much sadness in her gaze that the tears you were barely holding back almost slipped down your face. But instead of focusing on what you'd lost, you took a deep breath and forced the tiniest of smiles.

"Thank you," you said softly.

Nina nodded and smiled back. For once, she didn't press. She didn't say what was undoubtedly on her mind, didn't ask about what had happened to you. Instead, she just silently started to work on repairing what she could of your tattoo, healing scrapes and bruises as she went.

And you let her support you as you did fall apart, her hands still tending to your skin as you turned your head into the black coat draped around your shoulders and let your tears mix with the smokey scent of Kaz and the city that lingered on the fabric.

The air was bitterly cold when you took your first step outside, and you breathed in as much frosty air as possible. Your lungs ached in protest, but you didn't mind. You couldn't after everything you'd been through.

Wrapping the long black coat tighter around yourself, you took slow steps toward the tall silhouette standing near the tree line. He must have heard you coming, and he turned to face you when you stopped a few feet away.

"Hi," you said, your breath clouding before you before dissipating into the dusk. You took another step toward him, then another, then another, until you stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Tucking your hands into the too-big pockets in the coat, you looked up at him. He was still watching you, his expression frustratingly yet understandably unreadable. "How long have you been out here?"

"I don't mind the cold," Kaz answered, his voice even raspier than usual. A typical nonanswer for Kaz, but the redness of his nose and around his eyes was anything but typical. The sight made your heart sink, and you longed to reach out to him and give him some reassurance that you were alright.

"Come inside. There's tea," you said, trying again to get him to thaw toward you. If he would say more than one sentence, you might have a better chance at finally talking with him.

"I'm alright," he said, turning back toward the tree line. His icy gaze flickered over the trees as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world, even as muddled shapes. Maybe they were when he wasn't busy looking everywhere but at you.

You were silent for a few long moments, then let out a slow sigh. "Kaz," you said softly. "Don't do that." The words tasted familiar on your tongue, like a memory shared long ago. You hoped Kaz would recognize them, would recognize what you were trying to say. He was shutting you out; at any other time, you would understand, and wouldn't push him to open up to you.

But you needed him. Don't pull away from me, you silently pleaded, looking up at him as you waited for him to react to your words, to understand what you were asking of him.

Kaz turned to you, and you saw something sparkling in his eyes. It was the first indication of emotion he'd given you, and it was precisely what you needed: a sign that he would open up to you eventually about what was running through his mind. "Do what?" he said, the words fighting to come up past the lump in his throat, the blockage formed by everything he wanted to say to you.

"The distance." The words were breathless, and you didn't follow them up with anything. You didn't need to, because Kaz let out a shaky exhale of his own and then dropped his hand from the top of his cane to his side. Your throat felt tight with emotion as you freed your hand from your coat pocket and then slipped your hand into his, lacing your fingers with his gloved ones. The leather was cool against your skin, but Kaz's touch alone warmed you up plenty.

Kaz gave your hand the gentlest of squeezes, and you felt his gaze burning into your face. It was heavy with the weight of words unspoken, and you decided that talking could wait until it was easier for both of you to bear.

Instead, you turned your head up toward the sky, taking a futile glance around for stars just as the first snowflakes began to flutter down around you and the earth continued its unaffected rotation on its axis.

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usmsgutterson · 2 years ago

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Hi! Hope you’re having a good day!

I was wondering if I could request a Kaz x moon summoner!reader?

I’ve liked the idea of a moon summoner atm my main idea would be that they can do the same kind of thing as Alina with summoning light but it’s not as bright,they can also heal but on a higher level than a normal healer if that makes sense?

for the actual request just something with the reader making shapes out of light/messing around with it while Kaz works or something and it gets his attention

if not that’s perfectly fine too! :] -🍒Anon

Moon- K.B x gn! moon summoner! reader

cherry anon, thank you so much for sending this in! You and your requests always get my creative head going when I feel like I'm stuck and my creativity does not want to cooperate with me, and this request kind of got me out of a bit of funk!

Fic type- this is entirely fluff

Warnings- mentions of injuries/canon typical injuries mentioned

Your small science was so rare that the only other representations of it were present in myth. Myth that was right when it came down to your capabilities as a moon summoner but largely wrong in most other capacities.

Some tales stated that you had light as dim as bone-lights, some stated that you couldn't summon the light at all, only dim pieces of blue that were barely reminiscent of the night sky.

Others said you could heal yourself and others, though a lot slower than a healer; others made no mention of your potential to heal others or yourself at all.

You could summon light, though. It was a light that was as bright as the moon, which happened to be brighter than a bone light but not nearly so bright and blinding as the sun.

You could heal yourself and others more efficiently, too. You were quicker than a healer and it didn't take much out of you to do it, so it was an ability that came in handy.

You found yourself on Kaz's windowsil, the book you'd been reading somewhat forgotten as you held it open in your lap and had beams of moonlight dancing across the pages rather than illuminating the words as they'd been beforehand.

You looked up to meet Kaz's gaze in the same breath as he looked up to meet yours, grinning at his appearance as you did.

He looked as he usually did when it was just the two of you in his office, you reading a book and helping him with his plans while he alternated between planning a heist and keeping track of everything in the books so as to keep a track of legitimate records for the businesses he owned and operated.

His tie had been undone, resting on either of his shoulders, his gloves secure on his hands, his hair a bit of a mess from running his hands through it. The bags beneath his eyes had grown a bit prominent, and he was drinking coffee number three of the day.

"I always forget you can summon moonbeams," he said. "You heal people more often than you summon."

"Healing is just something that needs doing more often," you said with a grin. "I only summon when it's night and I'm trying to read, or when I get bored. It makes for quite the entertaining distraction."

Kaz nodded. "You're in for the job tomorrow?"

"Sixty thousand kruge. Not even with the advisement of the saints themselves would I refuse."

Kaz grinned, and the two of you fell back into that same, easy way of things that you always had. No conversation necessary, just the two of you existing in the same space, the love you felt for one of another making the silence an incredible comfort.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone

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cutieebabyy · 7 months ago

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k.b

summary: best friends to lovers

warnings: angst. fluff at the end.

The day I met Katsuki was the day I fell in love with him. We were six years old. I was at the park, playing with my friends, and I had fallen off the swing when he rushed over to me, asking me if I was okay and if anything hurt. Shocking, I know. But he was so attentive and so caring that day. I nearly forgot how caring he could be as we grew up.

When we reached elementary school, we were as close as ever. I only ever wanted to be with him. During recess, school projects, art. I would even beg my parents to let us have a playdate. Katsuki would always play my dog when we played house and he was so committed to the bit, he’d crawl on the floor and beg to be pet.

Middle school finally came along and he never left my side. Even as the fear of not going to the same high-school together grew. Katsuki got meaner our middle school years. Not to me, necessarily, but to others. He was so cruel and I had to force him to apologize to those he wronged.

And now highschool…My downfall. We got into UA together, but he grew distant from me. He made new friends, as did I, but I kept trying to include him in everything. He’d just blow me off for his new friends. His cooler friends. Even his prettier friends.

Eventually, we just stopped talking. It hurt, knowing he used to know me better than I knew myself and now he doesn’t know anything about me. We’re strangers again. I thought I meant more to him, but I guess not.

Currently, we’re in the common room and I’m sitting with my friends; Midoriya, Ochaco, Jirou, Tenya, and Todoroki. We decided to play truth or dare, but halfway through our game we got interrupted by our classmates.

“What are you guys doing?” Kirishima asks, taking a seat next to Midoriya. “Playing truth or dare. You guys want to play?” Ochaco offers, and I inwardly wince. Bakugo is standing there with his friends. “Sure, come on guys.” Kirishima agrees and his friends sit down with us. I make sure Mina sits next to me, and Todoroki sits on the other side of me so that Bakugo can’t sit anywhere near me.

I avoid his burning gaze and look over at Ochaco to start the game again. “Okay, Todoroki, truth or dare.” She asks the boy next to me. “Uh, truth.” He chooses.

“Is it true what everyone’s been saying about you and Y/N?” I narrow my eyes at her. What is she talking about? I can tell Todoroki doesn’t know either with the way that he’s staring at her, so she clarifies. “That you two have got something going on?”

I feel my cheeks heat at the question. It’s not that we do have something going on, it’s just this question is so embarrassing. Todoroki isn’t bad looking and obviously I’ve had a little crush on him before, but it would go nowhere because my love for Bakugo would never end. No matter what has happened between us. And Todoroki is aware of that. We’ve gotten closer these past few months and he’s become one of my good friends.

He shakes his head. “No. Y/N and I are just close friends.”

“And by close friends you mean…” Mina trails off, waiting for him to clarify. “Friends.” He shrugs.

The girls groan. “This is so upsetting! I surely thought something was going on between the two of you. I mean those late night talks, watching the stars together, pairing up together in class any chance you get?”

“We’re just friends, guys. Now, can we move on?” I spare Todoroki an apologetic glance and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He mutters.

“Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?” Mina asks. “Um,” I pause for a moments. “Dare.”

“Okay,” she smirks. “I dare you to play seven minutes in Heaven with Todoroki.”

I sigh, “can we do something else, please?” Sure, me and him are close, but they are doing this purposely. Little do they know, I’ve got my eyes set on someone else. Someone who doesn’t reciprocate those feelings for me.

“Come on, Mina, she’s not comfortable with that. Just do something else.” Kirishima steps in when he notices my reluctance. “Thank you.” I mouth to him and he nods.

“Okay, fiiine. I dare you to give Bakugo a hug because he’s looking a little tense over there.” And as soon as she says that, my body tenses and my eyes go over to him, who’s already staring at me.

I shake my head. “No.” Todoroki says for me. Then, I look back over to my friends, “I think it’s time I call it a night, actually.” Todoroki places a hand on my lower back and leans into whisper, “do you need me to walk you up, so he doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m okay. Thank you, Sho. I appreciate it deeply.” I stand up and mutter a goodnight to him and my friends, not sparing Bakugo a second glance.

I’m in the hallway that leads to my dorm when all of a sudden, I’m forced up against a wall. “What the hell?” I spat. And then I look up and realize who has me trapped against his body and the wall.

“What do you want?” I snap. He’s staring at me almost as if he’s hurt. “What is going on with you and half n’ half?” He mumbles, his crimson eyes searing into my soul. “None of your business. Now, let me go.” I try to push him away, but he’s so much stronger than me.

“You’re hiding something.” He says, accusingly. “I’m not hiding anything. Shoto and I are just friends. Now get out of the way. I’m tired.”

“Tired, my ass. Why are you lying?” He narrows his eyes, studying me. I clench my jaw, “Bakugo, I don’t have the patience for you right now. Get. Off.”

He pushes away from me all of a sudden as if I burned him. His eyes are boring into me and he looks almost— hurt? By what? I don’t know. Before I can walk away, he speaks again, “Bakugo?”

“That is your name, isn’t it?” I feign unawareness.

“What is going on with you, Y/N/N?” He asks, in a softer tone. I almost feel bad. And then I remember how quickly he replaced me.

How quickly he moved on from our friendship and got new ones. What sucks even more is I see him and Yao-Momo. I see the way they look at each other. It’s the way I used to wish he’d look at me.

“Don’t call me that. Please, don’t call me that.” I shut my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from escaping. Luckily, he can’t see me because my back is turned to him, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of even hearing my cries.

“What happened to us?” He finally asks the question I know he’s been itching to ask. “Don’t you dare,” I snap, finally facing him. “You happened. You did this. To me, to us. You ruined us.” I try to push him away with all of my force, but he doesn’t budge.

“What?” He breathes.

“You acted like you loved me and then as soon as we got to UA, you dropped me. You replaced me. You stoped talking to me. You didn’t want to come over anymore. You didn’t want to hang out anymore. We didn’t have our late night calls anymore. You didn’t sneak in anymore. You didn’t hug me anymore. You didn’t kiss me anymore. You didn’t love me anymore, Katsuki.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but before I can, I speak. “Don’t act like you didn’t. You got these better friends, cooler friends. Prettier girls were finally going up to you. I see you and her. I see you and Yao-Momo. I see the way you look at her. You look at her like you’d drop anything and everything for her, and she’s great, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore, knowing that it could’ve been us, but instead, I was fooled into thinking you felt something for me.”

“So, yeah. That’s what happened, Bakugo. I’m leaving now, and you’re going to go back to your cool friends and your pretty little girlfriend, and I’m going to be in my dorm, still in love with you.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He finally breaks the silence.

“Sorry?” I chuckle humorlessly. “Do not pull this BS with me, y’know I hate that crap.”

“I’m not. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s nothing to me. I look at her like that because everyday I wish it was you. I know I fucked up, alright? I just…I didn’t want to hold you back. I saw the woman you were becoming. I saw how you were flourishing and how your new friends treated you. I saw how much closer you got to fuckin’ half n’ half, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt, Y/N. I wanted you all to myself, but what the hell could I give you? I’m a mess. I’m angry all the time, I’m violent. I am not what you want. At least he’d treat you right.” He scoffs.

“And don’t you dare, for a second, think that I didn’t love you. Y’know I did. But I couldn’t hold you back anymore. You were growing and I stayed the same, angry boy I’ve always been.”

I choke on a sob. “You can’t decide what I want and what I don’t! All I ever wanted was you! Todoroki and I are friends. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it. And you really think you didn’t treat me right? You protected me from those mean girls in elementary. You stayed by my side 24/7. You took care of me when I couldn’t do it myself. You helped my parents with a bunch of shit. You’d buy me chocolate, knowing it was my favorite, when I was having a bad day. And you think you didn’t treat me right?” I take a step closer to him.

He’s not looking at me anymore. Instead, his eyes are zeroed in on the ground. “Katsuki, look at me.”

He shakes his head. “Please.” I say in a broken whisper. He swallows and finally looks down at me. “I love you. Please, don’t ever think for a second that I’ve loved someone else. You are my everything. You always have been. I want to grow with you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mumbles. I wrap my arms around his waist and inhale his caramel-y scent I haven’t smelled in forever. “I love you, Y/N.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you and I’ll do better this time. I won’t ever leave you.”

“Good.”

Bonus:)

It’s late and Katsuki and I are in the kitchen for a late night snack. He hates to admit it but he’s an amazing cook. “Baby,” I call for him. “Hm?” He hums, focused on his task. “C’mere.” I open up my arms.

He looks over at me in amusement. He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck. “What’s this for, hm?” He smirks. “Shut up and let me love on you.”

He chuckles. “The pancakes are going to burn, sweetheart.”

“Let them.” I mutter, bringing him in for a small peck.

“As much as I love you, I don’t want the building to burn down. So, give me a sec.” He leaves a small peck on my neck and walks over to the stove.

I’m so in love with him.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #katsuki #bakugo x reader

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mcntsee · 1 year ago

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Letters to her

prologue

summary: kaz’s letter to y/n throughout the years.

warnings: Kaz’s past is kinda mentioned, mentions of death, cursing

note: I tried to express kaz’s feelings and growth with every start and finish of all the letters, hopefully you guys understand it too. I added a little something at the end, hope you enjoy! <3333

first letter:

Deer y/n

My da said you can came come play wheneber you want to come play with my me again can you please come play with me soon pleas?

I miss you and Jordie miss and da and the little kitteny miss you we all misses you very much

Love Kaz!

(I drawed a pist picture of you and me and spots playing)

2nd letter

Dear Y/N,

I hope you're doing okay. I wanted to say a big thank you for being there when we said bye to my da. It made me feel better knowing you were there, even though it was kinda sad.

Guess what? Jordie said we're gonna move to Ketterdam. He says it's cause he wants me to go to a good school there. I'm not sure about leaving this house, but Jordie says it'll be good for us.

The cool part is that you live in Ketterdam! That means we can hang out more and play together. Remember when we used to build forts in the living room and pretend we were pirates? Maybe we can do that in Ketterdam too.

I'll miss this house a bit because it's where we played hide and seek and had ice cream parties, but I think Ketterdam will be fun too. And I'm really happy cause we'll get to see each other more often!

I will see you soon, okay?

Love, Kaz!

3rd letter

Dear y/n,

I'm really, really sorry I haven't come to see you yet. It's not 'cause I don't want to, I promise. You're still my bestest friend ever. It's just that things got a little crazy since we arrived.

Jordie met this guy named Jacob Hertzoon. And guess what? Jacob offered us a whole bunch of money for our house! Jordie said it's a really good thing 'cause we can use the money for important stuff. But it also means we're super busy.

I didn't want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I miss you a lot and I still want to see you and play together. Maybe once we're all settled in our new place and get the money, we can have a big adventure like we used to.

Thanks for being the best friend ever. I promise we'll hang out soon, okay?

Love, Kaz!

4th letter

Y/N,

Are you okay? Please write back! Jordie is gone. I need to know you're alive.

Kaz.

5th letter

Y/N,

I heard you went on quite the journey to Shu Han just to retrieve my cane. I assume the trip was bearable. Your efforts are appreciated.

It's curious how life unfolds, isn't it? One day we're children playing in the streets, the next we're scattered across the world for various reasons. Yet, here we are, still connected by some thread of familiarity.

I imagine you'll return from your expedition when the time is right. Until then, business with the dregs continues as usual. The city keeps turning, and so do its dealings. As for me, well, I have my own matters to attend to as soon as I’m able to walk again.

- K.B.

First note

Get well soon! Let me know if you need anything else.

- Love, Y/n!

6th letter

Y/N,

Your letter reached me, and I must admit, it contained more substance than I anticipated. Word travels fast in the Barrel, and it seems that Haskell has taken quite an interest in your recent endeavors. His words carry weight, though they seldom come without a price.

If his assessment holds true, and you manage to prove your worth in the upcoming job, it could indeed elevate you within the ranks. Haskell’s recognition of your potential is both promising and concerning. The higher one climbs, the more treacherous the fall can be.

In the midst of this, know that I await your return.

May you navigate these challenges with the same tenacity that has carried you thus far. I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Tread carefully.

- K.B

7th letter

Y/N,

You certainly have a talent for uncovering promising recruits. Jesper Fahey. The word on the street is that he’s got a steady aim that’s worth noticing. The skills he possesses could indeed be valuable, particularly in the line of work we find ourselves engaged in.

However, I must tread cautiously when it comes to individuals entangled in debts and vices. Jesper Fahey, from what I’ve heard, is no stranger to gambling. His tendency to wager recklessly has garnered quite a reputation, one that isn’t entirely favorable. The loyalty of a man buried under the weight of debts is a precarious matter. Whether his skills can outweigh the burden of his choices remains to be seen.

Your perspective on recruits is valued, and I’ll certainly keep a watchful eye on Fahey. I trust your judgment, and I’m willing to entertain the possibility. In the midst of all this, remember that your return is anticipated and your presence missed.

Return safely,

K.B.

8th letter

Y/N,

Do you remember Jesper? It’s almost comical how, after discussing him in my last letter, fate seemed to conspire to validate our conversation. Not long after I sent those words to you, I found myself intervening to prevent Jesper from getting himself thoroughly thrashed due to his gambling debts.

I hope I’ve made the right call by extending a hand to Jesper. It’s a calculated risk, one that I’m hoping will pan out in our favor. There’s potential there, no doubt, but potential doesn’t always translate into reliability.

This letter is short, I know, but I will tell you more about it when you come back.

Stay safe,

K.B

9th letter

Y/n,

It’s been days since your last communication, and the weight of uncertainty presses heavily on me. The quiet absence of your presence has stirred an unease I’m not accustomed to.

I’ve seen you handle insane odds, and I know you’re more than capable. But here I am. My mind keeps wandering to places I’d rather it not go, imagining scenarios that could have unfolded, and none of them are sitting well with me.

I hope that this silence is a result of strategic detachment, that you’re immersed in the intricacies of the job and haven’t had a moment to spare for correspondence.

I’m not accustomed to this vulnerability, nor do I care for it. Yet, here I am, plagued by the absence of information. I ask you, if you’re able, to dispel this uncertainty. A simple message, a token of reassurance – anything to quell this rising tide of apprehension.

I await word from you with an intensity I hadn’t thought possible. May it come soon.

Expectantly,

K.B

10th letter

Y/N,

I received the coat you sent, and I must admit, it's a rare occasion when I'm at a loss for words. It's unlike anything I would've chosen for myself, yet somehow, it feels surprisingly fitting. I can't deny its utility either – I appreciate it.

Jesper and Nina have managed to cultivate a special talent for driving me to the brink of exasperation. Their camaraderie is both amusing and bewildering, a chaotic symphony that I'm still attempting to decipher.

Today was no different. Jesper's antics at the club bordered on audacious, and Nina's unbridled laughter was enough to turn heads in our direction. As I tried to navigate the sea of chaos they create, I found myself, unusually, yearning for a return to some semblance of normalcy.

I must confess, the prospect of your return holds an allure I hadn't anticipated. There's a steadiness in your presence, an understanding that's often a rare commodity in these tumultuous times. The chaos, the hustle – they feel more manageable when you're around.

Till then, I'll persevere in the sea of antics that Jesper and Nina stir up, counting down the days until your return.

Until then,

Kaz

11th letter

Y/N,

Your mention of the jurda parem caught my attention, no doubt about it. It’s a name that carries weight, and I’ve got a feeling we’re treading on some dangerous ground here. It’s the kind of thing that’s best left untouched until we’ve got a better handle on what it entails.

Listen, I won’t preach, but I’ve got to say it – be careful and keep an eye out for trouble. The city’s not known for being kind to those who don’t tread carefully, and I’d hate to see you caught in something you didn’t see coming.

I’ve got a job for you. One that’s right up your alley. It’s always better discussing these things face to face, so when you can, make your way back. The sooner, the better.

Until then,

Kaz

12th letter

Y/N,

I’ve never been one for words, as you well know. My tongue seems to have a mind of its own, often saying the wrong things at the wrong time. And when it comes to matters like these, I’ve found that my eloquence takes a swift exit.

So, here I am, writing this letter in hopes that the words come out right, that they somehow capture what I’m feeling. I’ve spent years navigating the intricacies of this city, and yet the complexities of my own emotions have managed to elude me.

I’ve always valued our connection, from those early days of childhood mischief to the present. You’ve been a constant in my life, someone whose presence brings a sense of order to the chaos that surrounds us. And somewhere along the way, that bond transformed into something deeper, something I’ve been grappling with.

I find myself wanting to say more, to articulate the thoughts that remain half-formed in my mind. But it’s difficult, Y/N, and this letter might be the best I can manage.

What I’m trying to say is that you’ve become more than a friend, more than a partner in crime. There’s a depth to my feelings that I’m only beginning to understand. And if I’m being truly honest, I’d like to explore where this path might lead.

I understand if you need time, if my sudden candor is a lot to process. But I wanted to put these thoughts down, to let you know where my heart is at. And if you’re open to it, if you’ve felt even a fraction of what I’ve been feeling, then maybe we can navigate this new terrain together.

Kaz.

Second note

I’d like to explore where this path might lead too.

Love, y/n!

13th letter

Y/N,

I can't thank you enough for stepping in when I couldn't. I hope the contractor in Lij wasn’t hard to handle.

Now, I have a proposal of a different kind. How about we put our skills to use in a more relaxed setting? I'd like to take you out to dinner. No heists, no secret dealings, just you and me, navigating the menu instead of the back alleys.

I've made reservations for us at a place that's a bit more reputable than the Barrel's taverns. Consider it a step toward normalcy, a chance to enjoy an evening without looking over our shoulders.

Looking forward to your return,

Kaz

14th letter

Dear Y/N,

Your letter reached me, and I've got to say, the way you put it into words – how much you miss me – it hits home. The distance is a constant reminder of the warmth I've grown accustomed to, and I find myself missing you more than I thought possible.

This job is driving me insane, and my thoughts often wander back to Ketterdam, back to you. It's like a pull, a magnetic force that tugs me back to the life we've been building together.

I bought something with me – a box of those chocolates you can't seem to get enough of. The catch? I'm hoping they survive the journey and don't turn into a gooey mess.

I want you to know that with every sunrise and sunset that passes, I'm getting more restless to return to the city that's been our canvas, our backdrop. Until then, my thoughts are with you, and I'm eagerly counting down the days until I can wrap my arms around you again.

With all my longing,

Kaz

3rd note

I apologize, it seems the chocolates didn’t fare too well. I hope they’re still somewhat salvageable and that they manage to satisfy your sweet tooth.

- Kaz

15th letter

Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you on the mend, wrapped in warmth and taking good care of yourself. It pains me to know you're unwell while I'm away, unable to offer even the smallest comfort.

My love, get well soon. I miss your laughter, your presence – they're a part of my life I can't bear to be without for long. The distance feels heavier when I know you're not well.

Today, during the heist, I saw a small brown cat with delicate white spots. The sight of it was like a reminder of simpler times, of moments when things were less complex. It stirred memories of my old cat "Spots," whose antics used to provide a reprieve from the realities of the Barrel.

As I look around, I find myself yearning for the day when I'll return to Ketterdam. Until then, my thoughts are with you, my love. Rest well, recover soon, and know that I will be there soon.

With all my affection,

Kaz

16th letter

Dearest Y/N,

There are times in life when words are inadequate, when even the most eloquent phrases fall short of capturing the depth of one's emotions. Today is one such day, and I find myself grappling with a sentiment that defies my usual precision.

I love you, Y/N. There, I've said it, though the words seem almost insufficient to convey the weight of my feelings. You've woven your presence into the very fabric of my being, and I find that I'm navigating uncharted territory, stumbling upon emotions that have long remained dormant.

In a world marked by uncertainties, you've become my constant, the one I turn to when the winds of the Barrel grow fierce. I cherish our bond, our shared history, and the future we're forging together.

As the days pass, my conviction only grows stronger. You've touched a part of me I thought was unreachable, and I find myself grateful for the warmth you've brought into my life.

Love,

Kaz

4th note

I love you too, more than words can express.

- Love, y/n!

17th letter

My Love,

I've stumbled upon something while on my trip to Lij, a revelation that caught me by surprise. My old house is up for sale. I confess, it's a notion that's been hovering in the back of my mind, a possibility I've been toying with.

And then, as if fate had a hand to play, it occurred to me – what if we made it our own? Y/N, would you consider it? The thought of creating new memories in a space that's intertwined with my past is something that holds a certain allure. A place where we could carve out our own sanctuary, away from the schemes and chaos that surround us.

If this notion speaks to you, let me know. It's a step I'd only take with you, a shared decision that would mark a new chapter in our journey together.

Love,

Kaz

18th letter

This is to certify that Y/N L/N and Kaz Brekker is (are) now registered as the absolute proprietor(s) of the land comprised in the above-mentioned title, subject to the entries in the register relating to the land and to such of the overriding interests set out in section 30 of the Registered Land Act as may for the time being subsist and affect the land.

Kaz Brekker __________

19th letter

My love Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, even though I’m far away in Shu Han. I wanted to share something with you – I stumbled upon the perfect dining table. It’s a piece that seems to embody the essence of what we’ve built together, a symbol of the life we’re crafting, even from a distance.

As I stand here, thousands of miles away, my thoughts are never far from Ketterdam, from you. Every corner of the city is a reminder of our shared journey, of the future we’re molding. And with every passing day, I find myself longing to return, to be by your side again.

The plans we’ve made, the dreams we’ve spun – they’re a driving force, propelling me forward through the challenges that Shu Han presents. I promise you, Y/N, I’ll be back soon enough.

Until then, know that you’re in my thoughts, my heart, every moment of the day.

With all my affection,

Kaz

20th letter

Love,

I’ve come across some interesting information that might be of use to you. It seems that there’s a rumor circulating about a certain merchant in the Fifth Harbor. This merchant, it’s said, has been trying to make deals with both the Merchants Council and the Whitecrows, something that has my interest piqued.

I’ve also managed to uncover some details about a potential source of counterfeit currency that might be making its way into the hands of certain unsavory individuals. The source, surprisingly, seems to be tied to a printing press hidden away in the Barrel. It’s a curious development, one that could have far-reaching consequences.

And finally, I’ve received word that a shipment of goods has gone missing from a storage warehouse near the docks. This might not seem significant at first glance, but it’s the timing that intrigues me. A missing shipment, coupled with the merchant’s deals and the counterfeit currency – it’s all connected, I’m certain of it.

Stay vigilant, stay cautious. And know that even in the midst of our separate tasks, you’re in my thoughts.

I miss you, and I love you.

Love,

Kaz

21st letter

Y/N,

Listen to me, and listen carefully. You need to come back to Ketterdam, now. What you walked into, it was a trap – calculated, deliberate. I can’t explain it all in this letter, but trust me when I say your safety is in jeopardy.

I don’t care what you’re in the middle of, what plan you’re executing – drop it, and make your way back. I can’t lose you, not now, not like this. The threat is real, and the longer you stay where you are, the more danger you’re in.

I’m begging you, Y/N, hurry back. We can sort through the details, I’ll explain everything, but right now, all that matters is your safety. Don’t delay, don’t second-guess. Just come back.

Kaz

22nd letter

Love,

I’m pleading with you, begging you to reach out, to let me know you’re safe. This silence, it’s a torment I can’t bear. Every thought is tinged with worry, and I find myself grappling with scenarios that are far too grim.

I don’t care about the details, the reasons – they pale in comparison to my overwhelming need to know you’re okay. We’ve faced down darkness together, navigated treacherous waters, and I can’t accept the idea of you being lost in the midst of it all.

Please, Y/N, come back to Ketterdam. If you’re reading this, if you’re anywhere, find a way to let me know you’re alive. I’ll make sense of the rest later. Just, my love, come back to me.

Kaz

23rd letter

Y/N,

I can’t wait any longer. The silence is a weight on my chest, a suffocating reminder of the unknown. I’ve agonized, I’ve begged, and still, there’s no word from you. It’s time I take matters into my own hands.

Please, hold on. I’m coming. I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re just out of reach, waiting for me to catch up. It’s a risk I have to take.

I love you.

Stay strong, my love. I’m on my way.

24th letter

My Dearest Y/N,

It's been a week since you left us, a week of darkness and aching emptiness that nothing can fill. I know you won't get this letter, that these words will remain suspended in the void, but I find myself needing to put them down, needing to release the feelings that have taken hold of me.

The pain is suffocating, a weight that's settled into my bones. I still can't grasp the reality, can't accept that you're gone, that your light has been extinguished. It's a void that stretches beyond comprehension, a void I'm stumbling through.

The memories are a double-edged sword. They're a balm, a reminder of the moments we shared, of your laughter, your warmth. But they're also a blade, a reminder of what's been taken from us, of the future that was stolen away.

I want you to know, even though you'll never read these words – I love you. I always have, and I always will. You were more than a partner, more than a confidant. You were my anchor, my solace, my reason to keep pushing forward.

It's impossible to fathom life without you, Y/N. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled. I can only hope that wherever you are, you're at peace, free from the pain that's gripped my heart.

Until we meet again, my love,

Kaz

25th letter

My dearest Y/N,

Six months have passed, and the ache of your absence has only deepened. The city, our city, is a different place without you. The crows, the ones you brought together, are slowly finding their separate paths, their separate destinies. It's as if the world itself is reshaping in your absence.

I found the little box where you kept all those letters. Your letters, my words – I'm surprised, in a way, that you kept them all. It's a piece of you that I'll treasure forever.

It's in these moments of solitude that I find myself yearning for your presence the most. Your laughter, your insights – they're still very much alive in my memories, and they continue to guide me through the labyrinthine twists of this world.

I miss you, Y/N. More than words can say. The void you left behind is as vast as the Barrel itself, and there's a hollowness that's impossible to fill. I can only hope that, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life.

Until the next time we meet, my love,

Kaz

26th letter

My Dearest Y/N,

Time has continued its relentless march, and two years have slipped through my grasp since you left us. The city, once our canvas, has taken on a different hue, a different weight. The crows have scattered, their paths diverging, and the life we built together feels like a distant memory.

I wanted to share something with you – I've made a decision about the house, the one that once held the echoes of our shared history. It's a decision born out of the reality that without you, it's ceased to be a home. The walls, the rooms – they're empty without your presence, and it's a stark reminder of what's been lost.

Putting it up for sale again, it's not just about letting go of a physical space. It's about acknowledging that our time together, our shared moments, live on in memories, not in bricks and mortar. I carry you with me, always, but it's time to release the hold the house had on me.

Life continues to move forward, though it's a path I tread with a shadow that can never be dispelled. I hope, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life. And I hope, wherever I am, you're watching over me, your presence a guiding light through the darkness.

With a heart full of love,

Kaz

27th letter

My dearest,

It's been almost three years, and some days it feels like it was just yesterday when I last saw you. I miss you, fuck, I miss you so much. It's like this gaping hole, this emptiness that can't be filled. No matter how many schemes I plan, no matter how many crows I put to work, it's like there's this void that's always there.

I was gonna do it, you know? I was gonna ask you. I got this ring, this small little thing that I bought just a month before you fucking died. It's funny, you know, I never thought I'd be the one to feel this way, to want something that much, to want to stake a claim in this shithole of a world.

But I guess that's what you did to me. You turned this cold, calculating schemer into someone who wanted more, who wanted you. I'm sorry I didn't ask you sooner, that I waited, that I let time slip through my fingers like sand. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one you deserved.

You were my light, Y/N. You shined a light into my darkest corners, and now that you're gone, it's like the shadows have returned with a vengeance. I need you, I need you so fucking much it's like a knife in my gut every damn day.

I don't know where you are, what's out there after this life, but I hope you're somewhere better. I hope you're at peace, and I hope you know that I'm here, waiting in this shithole, missing you every fucking day.

I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I wish... I wish I could've showed it more when you were still here.

With all my shattered pieces,

Kaz

28th letter

Deer Y/N,

This will be the last letter I write to you, and as I put pen to paper, I’m filled with a mixture of emotions that words could never truly capture. The passage of time has been unkind, separating us by years that have felt both fleeting and eternal.

It’s strange, the way grief works. It’s a steady ache that never truly fades, an ache I’ve grown accustomed to carrying. There’s an emptiness in my heart that’s become a part of me, a void that can never be filled by anyone or anything else.

I’ve learned to navigate this world without you, though it’s been a journey fraught with challenges and moments of unbearable pain. There’s a longing, a yearning, that can never be quenched. You were my constant, the force that kept me grounded, and now that you’re gone, there’s a piece of me that will forever remain incomplete.

As time marches on, I find myself grappling with a heartbreaking reality – the sound of your voice is fading from my memory. The way you felt, the touch of your hand in mine, it’s becoming harder to recall. It’s as though the vibrant details of your presence are slipping through my fingers, leaving behind a hazy impression.

And oh, Y/N, the thought that your laughter will never again reach my ears, it’s a pain that reverberates through my very being. Your face, once etched in my mind with unparalleled clarity, is beginning to blur around the edges. The little details that I once treasured, the nuances that made you uniquely you, they’re slipping away, like grains of sand carried by the wind.

I love you, Y/N. Those words have become a mantra, a whispered refrain that echoes in the corners of my mind. I carry your memory with me, every step of the way, and I hold onto the hope that, wherever you are, you’ve found the peace that eluded you in life.

As I place this letter alongside the others, a part of me hopes that somehow, somewhere, you’ll receive these words, that you’ll know that you were loved, that you’re still loved, even in your absence.

I miss you, “we all misses you very much.”

Love, Kaz!

#fanfiction #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #six of crows x reader #angst #fluff #kaz brekker #i cry now #flangst

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whendidmythoughtsgocrazy · 7 months ago

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Somebody hurting you is not for you to understand. The reasons why people do horrible things to other people, why they break people down, why they hurt them, is not for you to comprehend. You will drive yourself crazy trying to understand people who are not you. Just understand this: the pain was not acceptable, the hurt was unacceptable and who you get to be in your life as a result of that experience is all that matters. You can carry through that pain and hurt other people or you can decide that it was enough for you to learn something valuable even from that. It is not your job to understand people who hurt you.

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pinkpip · 2 years ago

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ooookay! hello, how are you going? hope you’re doing well <3. can i request headcanons of making out in a risky place (like an empty classroom during lunch, maybe?) with shoto and katsuki? thank you, enjoy your day! <33

♡ Hi! I’m doing okay, but stressed but it’s no problem, thank you for asking! I hope you’re doing well, too! You are my first ask, I like the concept! I worked on this throughout the day during bathroom and lunch breaks so I do apologize if it’s a bit rushed! Please feel free to request a longer version or send in any other ideas you have! I hope you like what I thought up! Have a wonderful day! ♡

CW: Making out, hickeys, biting (Katsuki Bakugou), semi-public space, gender neutral reader, mentions of ass grabbing, wall pinning, brief mention of skipping a meal.

We Really Shouldn’t Do This Here…

K.B.

You’ve been dating Katsuki for about 6 months now. You’re used to his spontaneous outbursts and his unsurprisingly (surprisingly) needy behavior. You’re at lunch with the Bakusqaud, enjoying the break after some rough morning training courses. You’re simply listening in when your phone buzzes on the lunch table. You already knew who it was going to be.

Katsuki❣️: Meet me in Aizawa’s classroom. Now.

Immediately yanked into his chest the second you walk into the dark room. Not an ounce of gentleness.

Doesn’t even give you the time to ask questions.

Harsh lips clashing with yours, practically suffocating you.

Has the audacity to question you when you yank away. The second you ask what’s gotten into him, he’s looking at you like you’re stupid or something.

“Don’t act dumb. I know you saw the way that stupid dunce face was drooling over you and your new hero uniform. Then you go sit with him at lunch? Should be asking what’s gotten into you.”

Don’t even try to retaliate, he won’t give you the chance. Hands clinging to your ass, lips pressing to yours again.

Ya know, I feel like with his hands, they’re not sensitive to touch considering they’re probably covered in callouses. I mean, he makes explosions, you aren’t gonna have soft and sensitive skin there. So imagine the rest of his skin making up for that lack of sense in his hands. Like a blind man being able to hear better than most.

This man will be weak to your touch. Groaning and shuddering at your touches. Losing himself to them.

Eventually the kissing grows more heated. His tongue slipping into your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, anything he can do to get you to make those same delicious sounds he’s making.

The second his lips leave yours, they’re nipping and sucking on the skin of your throat. Making sure he leaves dark bruises and red teeth marks. Leaving you whining and squirming in his tight hold. Never biting hard enough to cause you any true pain, but definitely hard enough to get his message across as to who you belong to. Those sharp canines are pretty distinctive, and the marks they leave are hard to miss.

Footsteps approaching the door? He won’t stop. It’s lunch, the lights to the room are off, no one should be bothering him and interrupting his time with you. However, one of those large calloused hands will lay over your mouth, squeezing at your cheeks to muffle any sounds from you, whispering a, “oi, shut up for a second.” Before continuing his work.

Pulling away and looking down at your neck, flashing a satisfied smirk. He pats you on your ass, a silent, ‘job well done’ between the two of you.

“Go ahead back to lunch. I’ll be there in a minute to see the stupid look at that dunce’s face.”

T.S.

Shoto had preemptively requested your presense during lunch. He had asked you if you would stay in the training grounds with him after everyone left. You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t need any further reason before you said yes. Of course you would stay behind and help him with whatever, he was your boyfriend after all. After everyone had left ground beta for lunch, you stepped back into the training grounds from the locker room. You spot your boyfriend standing a bit awkwardly next to the wall of the locker room and flash him a smile. You two hadn’t had much alone time lately, and if skipping one meal meant you could spend time with him without work, school, or friends interrupting, then you’d take him up on that.

Shoto has a much gentler approach to gaining your attention.

Wraps his arms around your waist to pull you into a tight hug, the stress of life evading his body and instead being replaced by your warmth and scent.

Giving him a quick kiss turned into a much longer task.

The poor guy just misses you. His kisses growing longer and more needy, his hands clinging to back of your school uniform button up.

Eventually spins you both around, pushing your back up against the wall, trapping you in front of him as he continues to kiss you deeply.

He knew anyone could catch the two of you, but with the way your lips and body felt against him, he couldn’t care less.

He looks at you confused when you pull away from his lips, almost pouting in a sense.

That pouting confusion is soon washed away the second your lips kiss down his jaw and neck, leaving tingles in their path.

“I’ve missed you, so much.” He whispers between his soft pants of breath.

Leave marks on him as a reminder you’re still around. Keep them sort of hidden so he doesn’t have to explain himself later, collarbones are the way to go.

His fingers run through your hair as you mark him, satisfied hums leaving his throat.

The second you’re satisfied with the marks you left, he’s kissing your lips again.

He returns the favor by leaving lovely pink marks on your own collar, making sure you can be reminded he’s around as well.

Once he’s done, he’s thanking you quietly.

“Thank you, love. Let’s go eat with our friends, okay?”

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #shoto x reader #Shoto Todoroki x reader #suggestive content #headcanon #bakugou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha #mha #bnha x reader

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alohastyles-x · 1 year ago

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can i please request a Kate Bishop x femReader with Enchanted fluff piece where at a charity event Reader sees Kate at speaking with someone else and assumes they’re dating and the other person kisses Kate and Reader is hurt but Kate comforts her

please dont be in love with someone else | please don't have somebody waiting for you

note: This is apart of my Cruel Summer Project. This idea was beautiful and tied right into another req that'll be the part 2 of this story! I truly hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2.4k

trope / pairing: hurt comfort, k.b. x fem!reader

warnings: did not proof read

The air was thick with insincerity, as business partners and rivals mingled together, forming and breaking deals. Black and white attire painted the room, low lights bouncing off the expensive jewelry adorning the womens’ necks, marking who was worth the fight and who wasn’t– or rather, who had the money.

This was not what you would consider a ‘party’, as your mother described it, dragging you along. For one, the tight black dress was too tight, suffocating your curves. The music also sucked, a string quartet playing a whimsical piece in the corner. Classical music is usually not an indicator of a party. But the food was decent. As you looked at the spread, you decided you’d stay at least for that.

There really was no point in you being here, aside from your mom showing you off as her proudly esteemed heir of the company. No one bothered to come up and talk to you, leaving you to hide by the food table and snack all night. Honestly, it was much preferred than whatever was going on in the main hall.

You may be the heir, but when it comes to the business itself, you have no idea what it all entails to run it– let alone make partnerships here.

All in due time, your mother had said, to which you just rolled your eyes. Running the company one day wasn’t what you wanted to do, but no one ever asked you that. Not in a sincere way at least. So you faked a smile, saying that one day you’d like to follow in your brilliant mothers footsteps. Hey, if you were going to lie, you might as well earn some brownie points from it.

After taking a swig of champaign, and loading your little plate with sweets, you headed back to the main hall. The party was even more lively now, as business owners and partners continued to stroll in the door. You watched, intrigued by those worthy enough of an invite to the event hosted tonight. Intrigued by one individual in particular.

You knew her, her long wavy hair a dead giveaway. She wore a sleek black suit, melting into the color of her hair, bringing out the blueish purple of her eyes. She was stunning, in every possible way, intimidating - yes, but stunning all the same.

Her name was Kate Bishop, and she was the daughter of Eleanor- your moms personal rival in the business world. They had hated each other for a while, always going after the others’ clients, or using the two of you to gain insight on the other’s company. Through the spying though, you and Kate had come to a realization. You actually liked each other… like, enough to be friends. Your parents disapproved, but after promising each other not to sabotage, a friendship blossomed between the two of you.

You’d be in denial if you didn’t say it wasn’t something more than that though, as your heart pounded when she finally looked your way. A bright smile grazed her features, making your chest even tighter, a heat growing in the pit of your stomach.

Oh the things she did to you.

“Hey! Tell me, is this party as lame as all the others,” Kate said, a giggle following close behind.

“Oh very,” you responded. She eyed the tiny plate in your hands now half full of sweets. You held it out, offering her whatever she wanted. She settled for a mini brownie, popping it into her mouth. You swallowed, turning to look at literally anything else in the room.

“So, any new prospects?” Kate asked, nodding slightly towards a group of guys your age huddled in the corner. She had no idea of the feelings you harbored for her.

“Oh, no. I think I’m just going to focus on my studies,” you answered, sipping the champagne. Kate snorted, shaking her head.

“You can do that and have fun, you know.”

“I do have fun… with you!” You countered, nudging her arm.

“This is true, I am a whole party myself. But you know what I mean.” She nodded towards the group again, and you noted that this time they were all staring back, whispering between themselves.

“I… I don’t know if that’s really my style,” you said sheepishly. She looked at you curiously, before her eyes grew wide.

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid! I didn’t even think to consider who you were into,” Kate fumbled with her words. Sexuality hadn’t been something either of you talked about. You knew Kate was into girls, but she had never asked about yours.

“No, it's okay,” you said, offering her a gentle smile. It never really bothered you, as it was something you were still figuring out yourself.

“Alright, well in that case-”

“Kate!” Her mom interrupted, waving her over. Kate groaned and motioned that she’d be right back.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding that entire time. Kate had joined her mom in conversation with some guy and his daughter, presumably striking up a business deal. You smiled as you watched Kate try to act interested. She turned to look back at you, sending a wink your way that made you blush.

You looked down to notice your plate was empty now. Swallowing the last of your campaign, you went to the bus bucket to drop them off.

“y/n!” You heard your mother say, before you saw her. She was stunning, even at her age. All the men- and women for that matter- knew it too. You put on the best fake smile you could muster as her and a potential business partner strutted up to you.

“Hi mother,” you said delicately, looping your arm in hers. The two of you were close, but the trick was to appear as if the two of you were lifelong friends. It gave men the sense of a girlhood bond- strong to the core, full of secrets and opportunity.

“This is Mark, the guy I was talking to you about,” her eyes twinkled as she spoke. Mark was a handsome man, rigid and formal with a hint of adventure behind this business facade. You didn’t miss the way your mom looked at him– or the way he looked at her. You smiled.

“Hello Mark, I’m y/n, as you may have guessed.” A bright laughter that you hadn’t heard in years came from your mom. Clearly this man was someone to impress, and you were all for helping your mom secure happiness.

“As I presumed, it’s nice to meet you. Now, I hear…” Mark trailed off, but you had stopped paying attention.

Just past him you saw Kate walking hand in hand with the girl from before. They were headed towards one of the back exits, looking around anxiously as they did so. Your smile faded slightly as they disappeared. In every way your mind was telling you to stay put, your feet were itching to move.

“I’m sorry, could you please excuse me for one second?” You asked, hiking up the hem of your dress a bit so you could follow Kate and this mysterious girl. Your mom tried to protest, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as you took off.

Mark was more than understanding, writing it off as a bored young adult looking for her escape.

The door Kate left led to a hallway, illuminated by dim yellow lights. Multiple hallways branched off the sides leading to various conference and hotel rooms. A pit grew in your stomach as you continued to wander through the halls. You weren’t entirely sure what came over you, practically running through the halls to see what Kate and this mysterious girl were up to.

But like they say… curiosity killed the cat.

You turned down a particular hallway that led into an open room- another conference room behind the open doors.

Kate and this mysterious girl were leaned in close, Kate pressed up against the table. She laughed lightly as the girl leaned in, placing a delicate kiss on Kate’s lips. Your stomach dropped at the sight. A weird mix of emotions flooded through you; jealousy, confusion, hurt- although you weren’t entirely sure you had that right to feel hurt. The two of you had never discussed feelings between the two of you- especially since she had just figured out you even had feelings for girls. But nonetheless, hurt ravaged your heart, breaking it more the longer you stood there.

Kate had reached her hand up towards the mysterious girl, and that was when you figured you had enough. A slight sob escaped your lips as you turned to run back down the hall.

Kate pushed the mysterious girl away, looking at her with rage in her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, the light caught the shimmers in your dress and she knew you had seen what just happened.

“Lily, what the actual fuck?” Kate asked, turning her attention back to the girl before her.

“What? I thought we were having fun?” Lily said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Kate should have known she was trouble the second Lily led her away from the party. She had said she needed some air, and had asked Kate to join her. She was so stupid for believing her.

“No, Lily, no. I gotta go.” Kate pushed past Lily, running down the hallway after you. There was no telling where you went, with so many endless doors off the halls and branching hallways.

“Damn it,” Kate muttered under her breath after throwing open a few doors with nothing behind them.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up your contact. She pressed the ‘call’ button with such vigor, she was surprised she didn’t break her phone screen. The phone rang three times before you picked up.

“Hello?” You sounded like you had been crying. Kate kicked herself, running her hand over her face.

“y/n, where are you?”

“I’m… uh, why is everything okay?” You tried your best to sound normal, like you hadn’t just broken down in an abandoned conference room. It was already hard enough having to wrestle with knowing you had feelings for your best friend. It was almost even harder to unexpectedly witness her kissing someone else. At least if she liked someone she would tell you, you’d have that warning to mentally prepare yourself.

“Tell me where you are. Now.” Kate uttered the last word so firmly, you had no choice but to tell her where you were. She hung up, and took off down one of the side halls at the end of the main hallway.

The conference doors flew open. Kate stood in the doorway, breathing heavily as she caught her breath from running. You were leaning against the table, your dress pooling around you. Mascara streaks ran down your cheeks, the sight breaking Kate’s heart instantly.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” Kate's voice was soft, her movements slow and delicate as she made her way to you.

“It's nothing,” you lied, putting on your best fake smile. She looked at you with a look that said “I’m not stupid”. You rolled your eyes.

“Is it because of Lily?”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“The girl you saw me with just now.”

“Oh, her. No, I mean, I just didn’t know you were seeing anyone is all.” Your words were jumbled, coming out fast. Kate snickered. She stood before you now, inches from your face. Her fingers reached out and delicately ran along your jaw and under your chin. She tilted your chin up to look at her.

“I’m not seeing anyone. Lily said she needed some air, and asked if I could come with her. She kissed me, and I pushed her off. You just ran away before you saw that,” she whispered. Her eyes focused on yours, every emotion displayed in them. She was sad, sad you didn’t see that part, angry at Lily for scheming, and most of all guilty.

Guilty for not seeing what was now undeniably in front of the two of you.

“Oh,” was all you whispered back, too scared to say anything else. It was obvious now, your feelings for Kate now the elephant in the room. Her eyes softened as she continued to look at you.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you had feelings for me?” She was curious how long she had been blind.

“For a while now, I think since I first met you, but we were only kids, so I can’t be sure.” You confessed, tearing your eyes away from her gaze. Silence filled the void between the two of you for a few minutes.

“Look at me,” she whispered. Your lips quivered as you brought your gaze back to hers. The way she was looking at you made you want to melt. Her gaze was soft, yet fiery, like an untamed blaze starting to grow.

She leaned in, the smell of her perfume filling your senses. It was almost overwhelming. The scent of her, the way her hand came up to cup your cheek, the way her body felt pressed against you.

Her lips found yours, kissing you delicately as if you’d break under the pressure. Her lips were soft, and that alone made you nearly come undone before her, a soft moan nearly escaping your lips.

Your fingers found her hair, nestling themselves against her scalp, as the ferocity of which she kissed you increased. The passion burned, fiery and loud between the two of you, as you fumbled to touch each other in every way possible.

You pulled away slightly, guiding her to your neck. Her teeth nipped at your skin slightly, a moan escaping you. She wasn’t there long however, before her lips missed the taste of yours.

It was during this second interaction, the second round of a fiery passionate match of kisses, that the two of you were interrupted.

The doors slammed open, a group of businessmen waiting to finalize the papers on a business decision standing in the doorway. That wasn’t the worst part, however. No, no. The worst part was that your moms stood at the forefront of the group, mouths gaping at the sight of their daughters engaging in this kind of activity.

“Oh shit,” was all Kate said, as she took a step back.

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