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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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Soulmate AU

Before you meet your soulmate you have to deal with a chibi version of them before actually meeting them. So can he handle it?

Hawks point of view

Reader's view

He wasn't even 18... He had reached his 13 when it happened.

The hero comission never once talked to him about the said chibis, just honestly thinking that if Takami didn't interacted with anyone besides them, then he wouldn't had one. Soulmates were too distracting, and it could potentially bring a failure to Keigo's almost non stopping training.

Every time the winged boy would ask what were those things on their heads or shoulders they would ignore him or just tell for him to keep focusing on the training.

One day, sulking on his room with his old but inseparable Endeavour's toy, he pressed it again the chest, making the 'woosh' manifest and also to make the kid to smile a bit... only for a minute though...

He was tired and even sore from all his training... how much he wished he at least could have a friend again... someone who he could talk or even rely on excluding those guys in tuxedos who always told him what to do and where to go.

He really was a bird in a cage huh...? But he accepted that, if that meant he could be a great hero like him... then he shouldn't be complaining, right?

Before tears could threaten to form on his golden eyes his feathers ruffled when he heard and sensed it something moving on his room. Shooting up from his bed and already on guard, he narrowed his eyes like a true Hawk before sending one of his sharp feathers to where the sounds of something moving were coming from.

A wounded squeak came from the spot and he slowly came to the spot to see a tiny little thing, curling up their hand on their red bloddied cheek as tears rolled down their round cheeks. They looked like it much those things he always asked about for the men so regret suddenly came to his senses.

"Oh crap!" He whispered shouted, kneeling down and curling his wings behind his back as he tried to coax them to him "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to hurt you if I knew it was something like you..." he spoke on a hushed tone, crawling them on his palm only to blush at the pout they gave it to him "I said I'm sorry..." he mumbled before it squeaked at him again.

Looking at them again his amber eyes widened at seing them smiling at him and patting the tip of his nose, like it was some sort of way too tell him it was okay.

"You're bleeding..." he whispered regretfully before his wings went up at sensing someone coming. "Stay quiet." He hushed before hidding you along with his Endeavour plush before looking at the door to see one of his mentors.

"Takami. Is time for your training then dinner." The blond kid nodded before following the man hesitantly, sneaking one glance at his bedroom.

He almost passed his door from how fast he was flying before landing on the ground and opening the door. Bandages and snacks hidden on his shirt and arms as he nibbled on a piece of chicken.

"Hey... You're there..?" He spoke, uncharestically shy as he started to worry that his little possible friend had gone... as well...

A sudden squeak made him look at the desk the commision gave to him for study and Keigo immediatly brighten up at seing them there smilling at him.

"You're still here!" He whispered in relief before taking a seat on his desk, letting go of all the things he brought/stole from the dinner table and when they were patching him up after the training.

It squeaked at him again before hugging his hand, the first from a long time comfort he had made him smile as he introduced the bandages to help the injury himself had caused.

Thankfully it was a small little cut.. so it shouldn't be too bad.

"You eat right? I brought these things since I didn't know which one you would like, personally chicken is my favorite." He talked with a smirk before it looked at his wings flapping in glee before to his face with a worried look.

"What?" He looked over at his shoulder only to let out a chuckle "Is different! I'm not one of them so it's okay!"

It squeaked at him again before stealing a nibble from his own chicken. Making him widen his eyes before laughing and chasing the little thing while giggling.

"Give it back little thief is mine! You have a lots of food!" It squeaked at him again before he froze at hearing knocks.

"Takami? Is everything alright in there?" Came the nonchantly voice as he holded them like his life depended on it.

"Uh... yeah yeah! I'm just scretching my wings a bit!"

"Well do that in the morning." He sighed in relief as he looked at the little creature in his arms with a smile.

"We have to remain quiet, I dont know what they would do to you if they discovered this..." he spoke worriedly only to blush a bit when it kissed his cheek with the most quiet squeak, making him giggle after his inicial shock.

Years had passed since them. One day, with his little companion hidden on his jacket he came to discover what it exactly was when he annoyed one of the hero commision workers about it.

"Its a chibi Hawks."

"Eh?"

"A chibi is like a tiny version of your future partner. I had mine last year, so naturally when the time is right, I will find my soulmate."

His eyes widen a bit, feeling his chibi moving secretly on his neck as his whole body shivered in giddy.

"Although-" came another voice, the superior from behind him "They usually would appear when you reached 18 or 20 years Hawks... but since you dont have one, is a one less distraction and one step closer for you to be the perfect hero out there."

He furrowed his eyebrows at narrowed his eyes at the man, anger building on his chest before he manage to let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Well, fuck my personal life right?" He laughed more while leaving the room and waving at them, only to let down his wings along with his mood before he felt two little arms cuddling on his neck and kissing it.

"Ah? Trying to comfort me now little dove?" He spoke on a more brighter tone as the chibi squeaked back at him. "Hang on tight, let's leave this place" he said it casually before spreading his wings wide and taking a flight.

The chibi was his safe place, the only thing that made him sane after all this suffocating training and what would come next his life as a secret agent, soon enough coming to interact with the league of villains itself.

Walking with hands on his pockets before ordering two yakitori and offering to his chibi with a bright smile.

"So, soon I'm going to meet your real self them? I cant wait to see their faces." He closed his eyes in joy when the chibi squeaked back at him while enjoying their meal.

His peace was cutted in half when a newbie on his agent called him to an event of numbering the heroes and all that bullshit he wasn't willing to go. But was forced too since after All might's fall, he clbecame the number 2 hero. Hawks the winged hero.

He couldn't help but chuckle at during the speech he made before passing the microphone to Endeavour at feeling his chibi giggling on his jacket.

He should at least had expected Endeavour grabbing him by the colar after the show he made.

"What the hell were you thinking boy?!" He only laughed it off but the chibi squeaked in fear and accidentaly fell on the ground, making both men to widen their eyes and even serve the flames of the number one hero off.

"..."

"... I can explain." Came his response as Endeavour let him down on the ground again.

He was worried that the chibi could fell from his jacket but lifes were in danger as the number one hero fought that Nomu.

And it didn't helped much knowing that him, Dabi, hadn't made their deal a thing, hurting people wasn't the freacking plan.

Walking with his head down, only a feather left his attention suddenly came back to reality when his chibi started to grip on his jacket and squeak loudly.

"Woah hey dove wait, I have to visit Endeavour on the hospital-" ignoring his words the chibi jumped from his pocket and ran away "h-HEY WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT KEEPING IN SECRET WE TALKED ABOUT HUH?!" he went after his chibi almost freacking out since he couldn't exactly fly until his wings grew again and his heart almost dropped when the chibi jumped from where they were.

"DOVE!" He shouted in horror before seing a flash of red passing through them, like a skilled bird, a chibi version carrying his little dove appeared to greet him as he holded dove on bridal style. Making him breath a sigh of relief.

"Would you look at that, two birds of a feather." He chuckled before his own version of chibi montioned for him to follow them before flying away.

After a few minutes they were now on a park as he followed him, smirking and even getting a bit jealous of how much his chibi was kissing his dove and how much they were loving it.

His chibi version squeaked before flying faster to, him trailing after them before stomping on his tracks at seing a much beautiful and real version of his dove. Looking around with tears threatening to spill from their eyes before gasping when seing his little version squeaking at them.

"You bird brain! How much did you wanted to-... to.." you seemed to notice the new companion that his chibi had before it squeaked, showing himself nearby.

It was like a freacking cupid had shot him... You were far more beautiful on there. The moonlight making your eyes and skin glow as he slowly took steps towards you.

"H-Hawks..." you greeted as he couldn't help but chuckle at how red you were as your chibis versions watched from their spot

"Since we're soulmates, I guess you should at least call me Keigo..." he mused with a smile, taking his visor off to take a good look at you, frowning when he saw a scar on your cheek that remembered it much of when he hurted his chibi version unintentionally.

"Keigo.." he snapped of his thought at hearing his name falling from your lips as you brushed his bangs away from him "(Y/n)." You smiled at him as he carresed your scar with his gloved thump.

"How long do you have this?" He asked, noticing how you got insecure and just tightening his hold on you since he didn't ever wanted to break apart from his soulmate again.

"Since my childhood I guess... It was out of no where." You mumbled in embarrassment but still with a smile before you felt his forehead touching yours as he smiled at you.

"I like it chickadee." You snorted before a series of giggles escaped your lips he so desperately wanted to try to kiss.

"Chickadee? Really?" You asked breathless as he let out a raspy chuckle.

"Well, you did called the little fella over there birdbrain. Guess we're mates for life..." he mused with his husky voice as the chibis prefered to watch from afar on a nearby tree.

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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White Carnation

Ex!Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

a/n: iwa-chan being your ex is so painful and numbing

huhuhu angst isnt my forte but this is an exception bc chi is my sista

anon request: ex-boyfriend/childhood friend iwaizumi would be super angsty but i have no idea what they’d fight about ,, now imagine if after being kitaichi’s manager/medic, reader becomes karasuno’s medic/temporary manager (until kiyoko got recruited),, then she couldn’t come to the seijoh practice match so she has no idea her team fought her ex,,, only to find out during inter-high and everyone’s like wtf??? that spiky haired ace is your ex?? meanwhile kageyama’s like “yall didn’t know?” — chi

ong this finna be painful

its always been the three of you

with living across the oikawas came great perks

even way before you could remember, you were always with the 2 other boys: your neighbor across your house, tooru, and his best friend who practically lived there, hajime

hajime first saw you when you were covered in dirt after you were trying to catch a butterfly for tooru at the back and oikawa pushed you out of the way into a puddle of mud when he saw a bug

iwa stared at you then immediately said ‘my name is iwaijumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

yep thats really how it went

and poor babie didnt know how to pronounce his ‘z’s yet so it sounds like ‘j’s :(

while tooru liked you because you werent like other girls who stayed inside and played dolls instead playing outside

you played with him at his back yard with the volleyball he owned and always made him laugh and have fun

iwa liked you because you didnt shy away from bugs, instead you were braver than tooru and even helped iwa look for any beetles and caught them for him to keep as pets

they liked you because you were like them

you were like one of the bois

but that kinda hurt you in the future

as you all grew up, you started going through yanno teenager things

like you started to have crushes

specifically on your best friend, iwaizumi hajime

thankfully tooru didnt see you like that and still saw you as one of the bois and saw you as that annoying twin sister

but unfortunately, iwa did too

every time you made an effort to do something to emphasize that you were, hello, a girl, he would laugh and tease you

‘hehe i didnt think you even knew what a dress was!’

was his comment when you came over wearing a yellow sundress with flats

tooru, who you shared these secrets with, gave you a worried glance but you smiled, covering up the hurt

‘meh. my mom forgot to dry my clothes so i had to wear these old clothes’

no, they werent old

they were just bought yesterday with the intention of finally being recognized as girl and complimented

but the person it was for, couldnt even be bothered to remember that you werent just one of the boys and that you possibly wanted to be told that you were pretty or cute

your other best friend noticed your quietness and he stood up from his crouching position and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look at him

your teary eyes made him sigh but he grinned at you

‘its really pretty, y/n-chan! you should wear it more often! pretty things deserve to be seen and complimented’

god why couldnt you have a crush on oikawa tooru instead

why did it have to be towards the boy who was too caught up with catching bugs and playing ball to ever see you differently and has never said a single praise towards you?

‘what do you think, iwa-chan? isnt she pretty?’

oikawa hinted but hajime remained his eyes on the tv as the players hit the ball, too distracted to even be bothered to look at you

‘she looks the same’

he mumbled and your nose stung and eyes watered, looking down to hide the wobbling of your lips

‘its okay, kawa-chan. can i wear your clothes for now? i dont like this dress thats why i never wore it’

oikawa tried to stop you but you were already straight up the stairs and towards his room

he angrily stomped over to iwa and slapped his arm, startling the other boy and him snarling in pain

‘what the-’

‘youre so dumb. youre so mean. i wonder where she went wrong and what she saw. seriously’

he ranted and moved to sit back on the floor but not before kicking iwaizumi, making him fall on his side

‘OI KUSOKA-’

‘so whos winning?’

your voice interrupted iwa’s mid-scream and he looked up from the floor to see you wearing an alien hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts that were a little too loose so they drooped by your knees

your originally curled and elegantly braided hair was now pulled up into a bun by a scrunchie that you left around the house from years ago

there was a bit of redness around your eyes and iwa scrambled up to check if you were okay since your face looked swollen

‘oi, did you eat something weird? your face is all red so youre probably having a reaction’

he fretted and you watched as his hands glided across your face and held you by the shoulders to take a closer look

‘yea, a reaction from a bad reaction’

thankfully iwa was too busy checking to hear oikawa snarkily whisper and you sent him a glare that made him quiet down

‘haji-kun, im fine’

you dismissed and side stepped to go sit next to oikawa, completely brushing him off

now iwa was confused

you would usually smile up at him, say ‘aw~ are you worried about me, haji-kun?’ then skip over

not frown and act so coldly

‘oi, y/n, what-’

‘lets go to the bakery! theres a sale going on there!’

oikawa shouted which made you jolt in surprise

he knew of his best friend’s beginning interrogation but he knew you were too upset to be bothered by hajime’s questions

‘they have a buy one get one sale on milk bread! and those-those treats you like! theyre on sale too!’

omg oikawa is a real one 🥺

oikawa blinked harshly at you to go along with the act and you stuttered and nodded

‘uh-eung! yea!’

that was probably the moment that iwaizumi started noticing

except he thought it was a pining between his best friends rather than you towards him

ofc iwa was a loyal friend

he thought that you and oikawa were two people who were crushing on each other yet too afraid to say anything

tbh he shouldve seen this coming because duh you were an incredibly pretty girl and oikawa was the handsomest guy in the whole area!

it was almost,,, natural for you both to gravitate towards each other

maybe thats why,,,

he started to distance himself to give you both the space and want without him in between

maybe thats why,,,

he started to feel these feelings of,, jealousy?? like he started to feel a little scared and honestly he wasnt sure who to be jealous of bc he knew once you started dating, you’d both be too busy to hang out with him

maybe thats why,,,

he was no longer your friend

iwaizumi hajime became a simple stranger you would just pass by in the hall

it happened around the 2nd year of middle school

you and oikawa were still close friends but you have drifted away into not being as close while you and iwaizumi became,,,, distant

basically strangers

the boy you used to dream about when you were 8 and dreamt of marrying once you were old enough

he was no longer him

before, you and iwa were actually really close without oikawa

like you would hang out when oikawa was too busy with takeru

you both would go to the arcade and play games with no fear of oikawa whining and complaining to take turns

you had a lot of fun together and yet, all of a sudden, everything stopped

because iwa knew how,,, possessive oikawa was

he thought that if he were to continue being friends with you, he would risk losing his best friend out of jealousy or misunderstandings and he didnt want that precious bond to be ruined by a girl

even if that girl,,,

was you

thats why it was so awkward when you came over to oikawa’s house after so long and seeing him there, eating breakfast in the kitchen

your best friend didnt want to tell you that iwa spent the night bc quite frankly, oikawa was already fed up with this

you think he didnt know?

you think he didnt know that iwa distanced himself due to an unknown misunderstanding?

you think he didnt know that you also distanced yourself due to being hurt as he casted you aside?

and oikawa was also worried

he didnt want to ever bring up your name with iwa bc to be honest, he didnt think iwa even liked you all that much

he thought that iwa only tolerated you for so long bc you were the only girl who wasnt in love with oikawa and knew you long enough to be comfortable w you

but babie oiks is misunderstood that :(

he didnt want to ever bring up his name with you bc he knew how sensitive it was for you and how sad and pained you were when he suddenly stopped even replying to your texts

one time when you cornered him, he looked angry and gently pushed you back and quickly walked away

no he was scared that oikawa could see you both and misunderstand

‘just,,, stay away from me, okay? its better this way’

god you wanted to scream at him and shout at him and punch him but he kept silent and refused to answer your questions and refused to acknowledge your existence

you were so confused and you were just so hurt and eventually, you became indifferent to him and treated him the same way

anyways

you stepped into the house, not even bothering to shout your arrival and quickly wandered through the hallway before turning the corner to go to the kitchen

but you stopped, seeing the familiar hair with olive eyes eating breakfast on the kitchen island, also stopping with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth at the sight of you

your gazes clashed and you blinked before your lips formed into a thin line, turning and going to the fridge and look for food

iwa wasnt surprised

he figured you were both getting closer to dating and you were already basically living in his house

it all makes sense

BRUH THEYVE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE THEY WERE LTR BORN LIKE BLS THEYRE JUST SIBLINGS

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

‘h-how are you’

he mumbled, trying to fix the awkward silence while cursing inside of how long oikawa was taking to shit

you hummed, taking a water bottle and slamming the fridge door shut, harder than necessary

‘oh, now you see me?’

you really didnt mean for it to be a snarky comment but it came out before you even realized what you said

he winced

‘listen, im-’

‘oh? youre here, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice cut him off and he returned back to his bowl of rice, leaving you standing there furrowing your brows

you shrugged, already knowing that hajime was like this, so you turned to look at oikawa with a wrinkled nose at the sound of the toilet flushing

‘tooru, did you drink straight milk again? you know how it makes your stomach upset’

you chided and tooru turned red at the implication of his dookie

‘o-oi! y/n-chan! of course id know if i was lactose intolerant!’

i just think how funny it would be like the irony of his love for milk bread yet being lactose intolerant at the same time

he huffed and you nodded but not exactly believing him

‘kay kay’

you teased and walked to the living room but oikawa caught you in a headlock and he ruffled your hair while you complained and whined to let you go

you were giggling as tooru was giving you noogies, feeling the tension leave your body

all while iwa was watching

maybe it was because he stopped hanging out with you and havent seen you like this for almost a year

so carefree and so happy as you scored higher than him at the hoop game and he would begrudgingly let you hug him when he managed to win you a doll from the claw machine

but yea he definitely forgot your smile

he forgot how it looked like bc the last time you met gazes, you sent him a hurt glance and looked away and he knew he deserved that

god he hated it

but no, he was doing this for tooru

he was doing this because his best friend liked someone who actually deserved him

but dear god why did it hurt

iwa was starting to wonder if he made the right choice

he could easily handle you two dating

right?

maybe that was when iwa started to realize,,, he was starting to feel different towards you

the time apart definitely made him remember why he was friends with you

you weren’t like those girls he saw in tv or outside with the frilly clothes and the makeup and the fancy hair

no that wasnt you

you were different

you were too lazy to even pick out a cute outfit, opting for comfort with one of their sweatshirts and sweatpants

you preferred to chase after butterflies rather than sitting inside bc hajime’s adventurous spirit latched itself on to you too

you would usually climb the tree to get the volleyball that got stuck up in the branches bc tooru was too scared of heights and you wanted to prove your strength and capability

god you were so different

what if you liked him instead?

iwa startled himself with that thought in the middle of eating and caused him to choke on his rice

tooru noticed him coughing violently so he grabbed the water bottle from your hand and threw it straight towards the boy

iwa snapped the cap open,not caring where that water came from, and chugged it down before sighing in relief after the quite scary situation

you then realized what happened and you turned red, speedwalking into the living room

oiks totally didnt do that on purpose and he was doing the lenny face at you before switching masks and wearing a worried one for iwa

‘iwa-chan! you need to slow down!’

he chided and iwaizumi yelled at him to be quiet, completely clueless to the fact that he just shared an indirect kiss with you

but you did and lordie did you hate it

from then on,,,

iwa was just seeing you everywhere

iwa saw you from his classroom when you would go hang out with your new friends outside

he noticed you not even being too loud, only speaking up when asked while the others opted to continue talking about nonsense you probably gave no care about with how you secretly rolled your eyes

those moments made him laugh

the next time you both ran into each other was during his morning practice

oikawa phoned you in the morning while you were getting ready, saying he accidentally left his knee pads at home and he was already at school but you werent so he wanted you to bring them to him

you knew damn well that iwaizumi hajime would be there but you didnt care because youre not even friends anymore after he just dropped you like that

YES SISTER WE DESERVE BETTER

so thats why you found yourself pushing the metal gym door open at 6 in the morning and shouting oikawa’s name

his eyes brightened at your voice and he dropped the ball to run towards you by the door

‘oh my god thank you so much, y/n-chan!’

he shouted and hugged you out of excitement while you cringed and hit him to get off of you

‘ew dont touch me trashykawa’

you mumbled and he whined, finally stepping away with a pout

iwa was watching you both from the side and he blinked, wondering if you were trying a new hairstyle

if not, then you changed something bc currently, you practically glowing to him

he watched you scold oikawa for being forgetful and him begging for forgiveness but also thanking you before he was scoldede again by the coach

but the coach was relieved that he could finally play with the proper equipment and not risk anymore injuries

oikawa was already bidding you good bye and you were about to turn to leave when you finally met the many gazes of iwaizumi hajime

your eyebrows unconsciously furrowed together and your lips turned to a frown then you sharply turned and walked through the doors

unbeknownst to him, oikawa watched as his best friend’s face turned hurt at your expression and remained staring at the door you just went out of even when you were already gone

‘iwa-chan, lets get to practice’

after that

iwa has concluded god has decided to be mean to him

bc who was giving him these weird heart attacks and tummy aches at the simple sight of you?

literally he ignored you for a good time yet now hes noticing you again?

what kinda unfairness-

but you proved to accept his previous behavior by not even giving him a single glance anymore

that made him sad so iwa would sometimes stop doing what hes doing so he could freely stare at you laugh at something a classmate said during class

thats totally not creepy iwa lol

he doesnt even know hes doing it sometimes bc hes so absorbed on trying to figure out the answers of his questions

but the worst was when he got caught

you sat at the very front and oikawa and iwa sat at the back

it was lunchtime and you were eating with a few girls and a guy from another class and yall were laughing and talking together

iwa had oikawa and these other guys makki and matsukawa from the class next door to eat lunch with

can i please just dream that our third year seijoh boys were actually friends since the very beginning like pls and thanks

oikawa was rambling about how some girl giving him cookies the other day when he noticed iwa not listening but staring at you while moving his chopsticks around

poor iwa-chan was confused as to how even with messy hair, you still looked beautiful?

like no matter what angle or how you turned, the light always seemed to hit you perfectly to accent out your features

how was that possible?

‘-and she just-iwa-chan? iwaizumi?’

he called out and said boy jolted, eyes widening at the confused, bored, and knowing eyes

‘hm?’

‘oh? were you looking at y/n-chan?’

oikawa teased and the gojira fanboy waved his hands around to deny that statement

but makki chuckled and leaned in

‘hm, wouldnt blame ya. shes really pretty you know? some guy in our class saw the girls ranking and shes in the top 5′

okay iwa was angry

was it because everyone else noticed how pretty you are?

was it because you were part of this list?

was it because his own friend said you were pretty?

why did he even care anyways?!

oikawa smirked at the clenched fist under the table and decided to poke fun even more

‘oh really? well, it doesnt really matter because its always the girl’s decision right? but most of the time, their choice is utter trash’

the meme duo shared a confused look

‘hah? what are you going on about, oikawa’

oikawa internally apologized to you after what hes about to do because hes so tired and exhausted of having to be so careful and walking on eggshells between you two

so he did an oikawa move

‘yanno how y/n-chan and i have been friends since we were little ducklings right? so ages ago, like ages ago, little y/n-chan had a crush on this brute bc for some reason she thought he was brave or something and apparently thats appealing to girls rather than the nice and gentlemanly type. but of course, yanno how this goes, he pooped up and now hes stuck on doing this weird stalking staring thing. right, iwa-chan~?’

okay im sorry i take it back oikawa is a bitch

iwa shook

you,,, had a what on who?!

a crush on him?!

is he the brute?!

so it wasnt oikawa?

it was to him?

then why did you act like that?

why did you both act like that?

‘what’

iwaizumi mumbled and he met oikawa’s pointed gaze

‘hmm,,,, you dont have to worry about it anymore though since theyre not even friends anymore. but listen to me and listen well, makki, mattsun, if you hurt a girl even once, theyre never going to forget it. my sister said that apparently theres this little voice in their head that tells them that theyre going to get hurt again and thats where their trust issues begin to develop and--IWA-CHAN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!’

iwa was already out of his seat and straight walking towards you and your group before stopping beside your chair

your friends quieted down at the sight of the known boy and you blinked then turned your head to see him, your eyes instantly turning dark and looking away immediately

‘what the hell do you want’

you hissed and natsu almost choked on his rice ball if it wasnt for another girl patting his back

‘it was me, right? all along, not oikawa, but me?’

his meek voice made you look up in confusion

‘what are you talking-’

‘you chose me instead him’

then it was like a click that you realized what he said

‘how did you know’

‘i-i’

he stuttered but was cut off when the teacher finally arrived to announce the end of lunch and iwa was forced to go back to his seat

the whole class time, you would sneak glances back and iwa would be staring at his paper while oikawa would wink at you and give you smirks

OH GOD HE TOLD HIM

after class you stomped up to the brunette haired boy

‘how could you?! why did you tell-’

‘lets talk, y/n? please?’

iwa was holding your arm and you glared at him before turning away and walking away

oikawa patted him on the shoulder in good luck and whispered,

‘get your girl’

the rooftop ledge looked really delicious right now

no words were exchanged so you were both just silent with you staring at him while he was looking off to the side

‘so what? now you know and so what do you want?’

you spoke first and iwa guiltily met your eyes

‘everything was,,, a mess. i misunderstood and i didnt communicate and i,,, messed up’

he mumbled the last part but you caught it perfectly causing you to scoff

‘damn right you did. so now you know and then youre going to do the cliche thing they do in those dramas where you magically profess your love for me and-’

‘hey y/n lets date’

you froze and looked at him shocked with wide eyes and jaw dropped

‘excuse me? who are you to say that?!’

you shrieked

‘first you think i have some big crush on tooru and this caused you to basically drop me like a damn pencil and second youre asking me to date you? iwaizumi hajime i thought you were always the smarter one. what the hell are you spouting you damn imbecile-’

iwa did the only thing he thought of

he quickly leaned forward and pecked your lips

he saw some guy do it in a telenovela that his mom watched a week ago and that was how the girl got silent so iwa thought it would be smart to shut you up that way

and it worked

bc you were so conflicted: angry, confused, sad, happy

you was the whole range of emotions in one second

‘i was stupid. and i was dumb. i wanted to give you and shittykawa space because i thought he liked you and he would be mad and misunderstand if we continued hanging out without him. but you shouldve told me you liked me, baka. maybe i wouldve come to like you back’

iwa rambled but your eyes watered and you huffed, slapping him across the face but pulled his collar to kiss him again

tbh iwa was shook bc he got 2 kisses in a row today and hes never been kissed before and its from this really pretty girl

‘how dare you kiss me and still not like me’

you seethed when you pulled away

but iwa held your hands

‘im starting to come to. give me time and i’ll accept your confession’

and give him time you did bc you finally were able to try and mend that friendship again and soon, you were already starting to fall back in love with him

but iwa also

during the end of your 2nd year, iwa nervously tugged you to the rooftop and you smirked

‘what? you gonna profess your love for me haji-kun?’

you teased and expected him to laugh and smack you gently but he didnt

he turned red and he looked down at his shoes as he magically produced a flower out of nowhere

‘please accept me, y/n!’

he shouted while holding out the single white carnation

your eyebrows scrunched and you grabbed the flower from his hands before punching him weakly

‘stupid! stupid haji-kun! i already accepted you! since we were five! how could you not see my feelings’

you whimpered, trying to hide the blush on your face but he smothered you to a hug, making you both topple over in the process

you had the cliched term of ‘summer love’

of course you still hung out with tooru but you both would hang out other days just you both

like you and iwa liked going over to some old playground by your house and you both would watch the sky on top of the slide assembly while talking about stupid stuff and the future

‘haji-kun, do you know what you want to be when youre old?’

you asked and he turned his head to look at you but you were focused on the stars

‘gojira’

he simply replied and you giggled, reaching over to hit his chest

‘baka. you cant be gojira-san’

iwa found himself giggling with you before he reached down to softly interwine your fingers and hold them up to look at them

‘hm, i dont really know. maybe a volleyball player. or someone in the volleyball team, i dont know’

you hummed, knowing him and tooru’s shared love for the sport

‘i wanna be a doctor. i want to save lives and help people and make money too! my mothers friend offered to intern me but apparently im still too young’

you pouted

iwa listened to you but then a lightbulb rang in his head

‘oi, y/n��

he started and you looked at him

‘you can be our manager. or medic. or doctor person. that bastard is going to push himself even harder because naoki-senpai gave him that damn position and he might kill himself trying to beat that farmer dude. besides, shittykawa is going to be the captain next year and i’ll be vice so youd easily get it anyways. so you in?’

you blinked at him before breaking out to a smile

‘eung! i wanna see my baby play what he loves!’

iwa’s face contorted to disgust

‘bABy?! iM nOt a BABY! im A mAn!! mAN!!’

‘mhm, okay. my mans, haji bara arms is my mans’

your relationship is very balanced with the perfect ratio of crackhead and seriousness and understanding bc as we ALL KNOW EVERYTHING STARTED W A MISUNDERSTANDING

like if he accidentally said something that hurt your feelings like that dress incident from years ago btw you brought it up to him and told him you were practically traumatized by that and he kept on apologizing and appearing at your doorstep with a white carnation in apology you would gently tell him bc communication is K E Y and he would tell you sorry and you guys would understand and make up

you guys were so lovey dovey that ltr oikawa would fake gag and throw up to the side when he catches you guys even doing things like holding hands

like bls he sees that flesh to flesh contact and he wretches his breakfast

‘ew, its the settling down for me’

‘its the flatness of the ass for me’

you stuck your tongue out while he pouted and iwa looked so proud like oml

you guys were still at the honeymoon phase where everything was peaches and rainbows and it continued until your 3rd year

as mentioned above, iwa basically gave you the managerial position

like yall were walking to school during the first day talking about how worried yall were at passing your classes when suddenly he was all like ‘ill see you in the gym later?’

you smiled and blinked confusingly

‘hm? you want a cheerleader there, baby?’

he flushed red at the nickname and furrowed his eyebrows

‘baka, stop calling me that’

you giggled and dodged his gentle smack but he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his chest

‘i thought we already agreed that you would be our medic slash manager? i mean, it could give you experience for the future right?’

you rested your chin on his front to look up at him and your face held a teasing smirk

‘hmmm~~~ haji-kun just admit it. you want me to be there to cheer you on~’

you teased and nuzzled your cheek on him

iwa scoffed but he couldnt help a soft smile appearing

‘i mean-yea, but its for the future so ill help you every way i can’

‘oya? the future? will you marry me in the future, haji-kun?’

‘MARRY?! HOW DID YOU GET MARRY OUT OF THAT, BRAT’

‘AAWWWWW DONT BE SUCH A TSUNTSUN HAJI-KU-ACKDKJFSLKJNOT THE HAIR!!!’

sure enough you were at the gym after school

the coaches knew you werent a fangirl of oikawa bc hes seen you since the very beginning and oikawa clears you are actually a sister to him and you were fit for the job

ofc hes captain and someone as good as oikawa was going to get what he wants

the gym was full of newbies and recruits hoping to get into the powerhouse team and your eyes scanned to find those ridiculously pretty olive eyes that belonged to your beloved-

‘HAJI-KUN~~!!!’

you waved and shouted loudly, gaining his and everyone else’s attention as well

the underclassmen cooed and awed at you bc their senpai who was famous for being really pretty was in the building

‘waaaa its l/n-senpai’

‘shes so pretty’

‘oMG shes righT iN FroNT oF me!!’

yea you get the gist

the poor ‘haji-kun’ was shrinking under the attention and was growling at oikawa’s teasing look but he begrudgingly held his arms out for you to run into them and snuggle into him

‘hmmm i missed you, haji-kun. im really sad we’re in different classes this year. but then again! i can be here with you!’

you pouted and he ruffled your hair affectionately

‘why else do you think i offered it brat’

oikawa rolled his eyes and gagged before taking your arm to the coach so he could sort you out

‘honestly! not in front of the children, okay?!’

but everything was quickly resolved and you were finally officially their manager/medic

you did managerial duties and you were the go-to when someone falls harshly or gets hurt in any way

in between homework, school, reading medical books, and practice, you and iwa havent spent a lot of time together and tbh that was quite straining your relationship??

like it was something that you saw coming and you both even had a talk about it but you still feel like you didnt prepare enough when it did come

one day, it was monday and there was no practice so you and iwa were walking home together

he squeezed your hand occassionally and you would sing and hum while walking

and omg his heart would balloon up when you would smile up at him and giggle when you would catch him staring

he honestly thought youd both hang out and just lay on the couch, snuggle, yanno the routine

but once you pulled out your textbooks, notebooks, and pens, he was confused

like he even held your hands and stopped you from pulling anything else out

‘y/n? i thought we were,, watching a movie or something?’

you blinked and shook your head

‘i need to study for a test and i still need to memorize how to treat a sprain, haji-kun. there’s more important things to do right now. maybe later?’

more important things?!

more important than showering you with love?

more important than even spending a second with him?

now, dont get him wrong, iwaizumi hajime was by no means a clingy and possessive boyfriend

he understood the boundaries and he understood the priorities

but dear god its been WEEKS since he even hung out w you since your entire schedule seemed to throw him out of loop and acted as if he didnt exist

and now, he was aggrivated and irritated and he wanted nothing but to just cuddle his girlfriend

you noticed his huff and pout but he remained silent

you quirked an eyebrow and placed your pen down

‘haji? whats wrong?’

his eyes snapped to you and you knew now he was angry

‘oh? were you able to spare a few seconds for dear old me?’

you were taken aback and you knew there was a fight brewing so you hid your growing irritation and calmly put your things aside

‘hajime, what are you on about?’

you pried and he looked shocked, almost offended

‘what am i on about? what am i on about? y/n, do you know the last time i even came over? the last time i held you and just talked?’

his voice got louder by every word and you quickly stood up

‘dont you dare raise your voice at me, hajime. if we have a problem, we talked over it calmly. we dont yell or shout, nothing gets resolved. we talked about this’

but he scoffed

‘talked? when was that? when did we actually just talk? hm? because I sure as hell dont remember it’

youve only seen hajime angry once and it was when you lied to him to go spend time with oikawa

okay in your defense, oikawa was having a panic attack and he begged you not to tell iwa because he didnt want to be scolded by iwa even though you kept telling him that iwa wasnt like that

and theres a reason as to why its only been a one-time thing because iwa was known to have patience that was as long as the damn nile river

except for oikawa bc it seems oikawa just cuts that patience by a million

and when he finally snaps, its when he couldnt take it anymore and he finally gets loose

when iwaizumi hajime was angry, you really done it

you didnt really know how you handled that anger so you were at a loss and you were feeling conflicted and pained at the way he looked at you

‘h-hajime,,,’

you started and he looked at you expectantly

‘well? when did we last actually talk outside the school premises y/n?’

there was that inner witty voice of yours that wanted to say ‘right now?’ but you held it in bc he was completely serious

‘hajime, please understand. i-i dont want to let anyone down! my grades! the team! i-’

‘but what about me, y/n?’

he tiredly asked

‘do those things-those people- matter more than me? and i really really dont want to ask that but im so so confused y/n’

despite sounding manipulative, you knew iwa was feeling defeated and he couldnt help but ask those questions and sound so desperate

so you scrambled to sit next to him on the couch and held him against you

‘of course you matter to me-haji you mean everything to me, you understand? god, if an adult hears me theyd think im crazy but i love you, hajime. i love you and im so sorry if i ever made you feel that way because i really didnt mean to, okay? im so sorry’

you sobbed and he turned to fully envelop you into his arms and he sighed contently, remembering how good it felt to have you right there

‘no, im sorry, doll. i was being clingy and i didnt mean to lash out, i-’

you slightly let go and cupped his face

‘nonono you were perfectly valid. what you felt was perfectly reasonable. i havent been a good girlfriend lately, huh?’

you sadly smiled but he kissed you, holding you even closer

‘youre always a good one to me. always. just with a not good schedule but we can fix that, right?’

SORRY I REALLY DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE A FIGHTING SCENE BC ITS ANGSTY AND I DONT DO WELL WITH ANGST BC IT MAKES ME CRY 😭

tbh that was really your only big fight

even when you guys graduated middle school, you both were still quite happy and you both worked hard to make time for each other

HOWEVER

when high school arrived, you both had chosen an extremely hard decision

you chose to go to karasuno while oikawa and iwa went to seijoh

which was a,,,, hard and difficult decision

in fact, you both didnt have a fight per se, just a disagreement that ended in like 30 minutes lmao

tbh its so scary and concerning of how rarely you both have bad times and how quickly it gets resolved

BUT THEN AGAIN THIS IS AN ANGST REQUEST SO ILL OF COURSE BRING IN THE SADNESS

you were busy with karasuno and you were actually taking college courses since you wanted to have a good record if you ever wanted to get into a medical field

that meant you had a lot of homework and most of your time was spent with schoolwork or interning for that family friend mentioned earlier

and you were also a manager for the volleyball team bc karasuno is a butt and they require you to have an after school club

so that meant,,,

no time for iwa

and fate just so happens to hate you bc the days you did have off, he would be busy with volleyball and he wouldnt be able to spend time with you

even weekends were like that

eventually, you both went for 2 months with no contact, just a few text messages and calls

and that strained your former strong relationship

and you knew that iwa was getting angry again with how he even typed his responses

‘want me to bring over snacks for the team?’

‘its okay. wouldnt want you to waste time or anything’

like that type of bull

you were getting increasingly worried because you havent had a good proper time to talk to him about it and you didnt want to fight over the phone

your best friend, kiyoko, noticed your anxious ticks and she snapped you out of your current daydream

‘hey? y/n? you okay?’

she gently asked and you blinked before nodding

‘mhm. just,,, thinking’

but she didnt buy that lie because you went back to chewing your lips and eyes even watering

‘i can revise your notes for you, y/n. and the team isnt doing anything big so i can handle it. you just go see him after school bc i cant handle you being sad anymore’

kiyoko gently smiled and you almost cried bc finally! you were able to clear your schedule enough to go visit your boyfriend

at the end of the school day, you bolted out of there and you were running and huffing all the way to seijoh bc you really wanted to talk to him as soon as possible

the gym was clear in view and you smiled, looking forward to seeing your beloved boy, when you saw him and oikawa being surrounded by girls

now keep in mind, youve suffered through middle school with oikawa and you were his best friend and has known him since you were a toddler

so you know of his looks and the attraction it brought him from all the females

so that didnt really bother you

but what bothered you was the horde of girls that stuck on to your boyfriend and he didnt even look bothered

just,,, blank

not even pushing away or feeding into their actions

just,,, standing there

‘haji?’

you called out and as if he had a built-in sensor for you, his ears twitched and he swiveled to look at you

‘y/n’

he breathed out and you smiled gently

iwa quickly moved away from the girls and he grabbed your hand so you both could go somewhere else to talk privately

the back of the gym was quiet and you leaned against the wall, iwa joining you shortly

‘how-how are you?’

you asked and he scoffed, totally surprising you

‘is this how we are y/n? asking each other questions as if we’re friends who are meeting for the first time in a while? wait--actually we are arent we?’

you grimaced and looked to the side, knowing he starts his stages of anger with being passive aggressive

‘haji,, please understand’

you pleaded and swiveled to stand in front of him

iwa didnt meet your eyes, instead shoving his hands in his pants pockets and eyes trained to his shoes as he kicked rocks

‘y/n, ive been trying,, for months ive been understanding. please dont ask me to understand anymore’

he snipped and you sniffed

‘im doing this because-because my grades are starting to matter! my future is resting on these years! i have to-’

‘dont you think i know that?!’

he cut you off harshly

your eyes were shaking at his attempt to calm himself down and his trembling hands

‘dont you think i know that you are doing this for that? because ive known you since i was five y/n and i know you would push everything-everyone- else aside to reach a damn goal of yours. no matter the cost, as long as you get it, right? well youve always been like that and somehow i still accepted that yet years later here we are’

iwa waved his arms around to accentuate his point and hurt was bubbling inside your chest at a subtle jab at your flaw

‘well im sorry mr. volleyball ace player! im not talented in any area so i have to depend on my studies to get me a future! so fck me for trying to survive and create a life for us!’

‘us?! how is this for us?! y/n we cant even last a single year being apart and youre already thinking ahead of the future?!’

‘im doing this for you! for us! just wait hajime! we will be happy-’

‘I DONT CARE IF ITS FOR THE FCKING FUTURE! I WANT TO BE HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! AND WHY DOES THE FCKING FUTURE MATTER SO DAMN MUCH WHEN WE CANT EVEN-’

‘BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!’

you shrieked

‘HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME IF YOURE NOT LOVING ME?!’

he huffed and harshly wiped away tears that fell

your lips trembled, hands shakingly reaching out to grasp his arms

‘ha-hajime,, don-’

‘should we break up?’

was he asking you this right now?

seriously?

‘what?’

you whispered and he finally looked up to let you see his pained eyes

‘y/n do you know what day it was yesterday?’

he asked and you blinked, looking everywhere as you tried to remember any important events

‘t-tuesday?’

that seemed to snap his patience

with an angry grunt, he turned to punch the wall and crouch to hide his face in his hands

‘damn it, y/n’

he whimpered and your heart broke as you could hear his cries

then it clicked

anniversary

it was your 2nd anniversary

and you completely missed it

completely forgotten

you shrunk back and let out a cry before placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries

‘ha-haji-’

you sniffled and you tried to go closer to him but he wiped his eyes and stood back up

‘y/n lets break up’

iwa requested with a cracked smile

your eyes widened and you ran to his chest, wrapping your arms around him as if you let go, he would disappear

‘haji, we can talk about this! we cant-please dont do this-i can fix this-’

‘we will only hurt ourselves even more if we continue this. i dont want us to hurt anymore y/n. so please, for once, listen to me’

your heart shattering cries filled your space and he didnt think it was this hard until he finally said it

it was a decision that he has been hanging around for a while and even consulted oikawa about it

‘iwa-chan, if you love y/n so much, its best to let her go. dont make you both suffer anymore’

‘i cant-hajime youre it for me-please dont leave-’

you hiccuped and continued to sob

but iwa remained a pillar and squeezed you tightly against him

‘darling i believe we were meant to be. but we just did it all wrong. when the time is right, lets start over again’

he whispered, finally breaking down with you in his arms

-------

iwaizumi hajime became a taboo word for you

even with oikawa, he swore and vowed to never say either of your names and made sure that you would not be around the area when iwa would come over

like even when he knew iwa would just stay inside, he would be constantly on the lookout to make sure you both didnt see each other

the last time was when you both saw each other in the morning as you exited your house to walk to school

it must’ve been a few months after the breakup and even oikawa felt the raw pain hovering in the air

it was suffocating and oikawa had to motion you to walk because if you both stayed even a second, someone-or both- would start crying

you continued like that for years until you reached your third year

you continued being part of the volleyball team as the medic while kiyoko was the manager

the new recruits were causing up a storm and you were particularly fond of your kita kouhai kageyama tobio

‘kageyama? kageyama tobio?’

you asked once you caught sight of the familiar looking blueberry

he looked up and recognized you as his former manager

‘l/n-senpai!’

he shouted and you ran up to give the boy a hug

‘gosh! youre so tall now! i remembered when you were wee tall!’

you teased and ruffled his hair

‘uh-you know him, y/n?’

suga asked and you nodded

‘eung! we went to the same middle school and i was a manager there’

‘she was friends with iwa-’

ope

something flashed in your eyes

kiyoko knew that name bc of how you were so depressed about it for 2 years and she started shouting random nonsense, scaring the 2nd and first years

‘y/n! we got new medical tape!’

she sang out and you perked up

‘finally?! we dont have to use duct tape anymore?!’

you excitedly ran over and everyone was both shook that kiyoko was loud and two, you were actually excited over medical tape

kageyama shrugged and continued on training

he kinda figured something happened so he never said anything or asked you anything in fear of upsetting you

and when it was announced that you were going to a practice match with seijoh, kiyoko actually told you she would cover it to make sure you dont see him there

‘its fine, y/n, i got you’

but ofc, you couldnt skip inter high

ltr an event when anyone in the team could get injured so you forced yourself to just ignore it and go

you did a good job of hiding whenever he was in view until the time they actually faced each other

you were walking alongside kiyoko and settling some things down at the bench when you felt his stare

you grimaced at his intense stare and the entire team mistakenly took it as him being interested in you

‘HAH?! LOOK AWAY YOU BEANSPROUT!’

noya growled

‘YEA! DONT LOOK!’

ofc hinata echoed

the 3 seijoh third years exchanged looks of unease when iwa sighed and looked away

‘oi! dont do that, boke!’

kageyama chided and hit the orange boy with a water bottle at the head

hinata whined and glared at him

‘that porcupine was looking at l/n-senpai! he wants to steal her!’

‘boke-’

‘doesnt matter anyways. we broke up ages ago’

you tried to say it jokingly but they couldnt miss the crack in your voice

‘hah?! he broke up with you?! you?! goddess l/n-san?!’

tanaka raged and noya had his own face of shock

the famous seijoh ace dated you?!

this handsome bara arms muscle buff man had the priviledge to date you and yet broke up with you?!

‘yall didnt know that?’

kageyama questioned and everyone glared at him

‘how do you know’

‘i just did. i didnt want to say anything for this same reason that you guys didnt know and she wouldnt want her business out there’

he simply replied and continued filing his nails

you looked up and smiled

‘it doesnt matter anymore. it was years ago so its fine’

‘L/N-SAN WE WILL AVENGE YOU!’

‘WE WILL! WE WILL!!’

the three stooges swore and you smiled softly, ruffling each boy’s hair

‘then go out there and make me proud’

but we know how this goes

they lost and you were so devastated for the others and you dropped your bag to go and comfort a crying hinata

‘sshh, dont cry dont cry. im right here’

you cooed and he accepted your embrace, hugging you tightly

once he finally calmed down, you were able to get him to a good enough condition to walk to the bus to go home

you went back to get your bag when you found something on top of it

a single white carnation

and a small ripped piece of paper that said,

‘my name is iwaizumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

a/n: iknowiknowiknow i died but im not back to life and this request was lowkey difficult and i dont think i did a good job w it because angst always gets too angsty for me but i couldnt resist giving this a sad ending like bls!!! and uwu im still working on that oikawa route bc ya girl cant decide how angsty she wants it to beeee and i have like 4 different versions of the route in my drafts hehehe,,,, but i hope yall liked this and uwu ive never been in a serious relationship before so i wouldnt know what to fight about and came up with this:(

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Lonely Together

Jihoon: Chapter 4 (Waves)

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, suggestive content, mentions of marking, angst (kinda maybe sort of?). Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: So I’m trying to not make every story super depressing. At least for now. So I took a shot at some average fluff for Jihoon’s chapter. Let me know what you think! It’s a bit short, but I’ll edit it some more to juice it up when I have the free time.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Chapter 4: Waves

You were still getting used to everything, which no one could blame you for. You weren’t used to being around humans let alone lovey happy couples all the time. It was all… disorienting to you. You understood why the rest of the pack acted the way they did with their mates, in a way you also felt some primal need to be the same with Jihoon. But it was just… quite a big adjustment for you.

It wasn’t bad by any means! You knew you’d get the hang of most of it eventually. But there were some things you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. Like the constant PDA of the couples around you. You didn’t understand the need to be that close to someone all the time or need to be that handsy. You always wondered if maybe Jihoon wanted to be like that, but you never really had the courage to ask in case you wouldn’t like his answer.

You also knew you’d never really like the fact that the pack seemed to refer to you more as a mate than as a wolf. You grew up being a wolf above all else, you considered yourself a wolf first. Now, you were Jihoon’s mate. Just one of the girls. You ate with them, you hung out with them, and you were treated like them even though you were just as strong if not more so than most of the males. Soonyoung didn’t get treated that way even though he was technically Seungcheol’s mate. It seemed unfair. That thought seemed to leave a bitter metallic taste in your mouth, but you just dealt with it because that’s just how it was now.

And you knew you’d NEVER understand the need to give your partner sweet little gooey nicknames. I mean, who the hell decided it was an adorable idea to start calling the person they fuck baby? How the hell was that SUPPOSED to be cute? It was creepy to you. You could tell it visibly bothered Jihoon that you hadn’t called him anything other than his given name, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to call him by anything else. Every cutesy petname you could think of just felt… wrong to you. Sweetheart? Shit didn’t make sense. Hearts were NOT sweet. Sugar? He wasn’t composed of glucose or fructose so that wasn’t right. Prince? He wasn’t royalty, well, at least not that neither of you knew of. Daddy? Even creepier than baby. So you just opted to leave it at Jihoon.

As for you and Jihoon, you’d been doing alright. You were still rather shy around each other, but you were definitely more obvious in your affection with each other. For instance, at breakfast you always seemed to find yourself scooting your chair as close to his as you could manage. And he always made sure you were within his sight. You weren’t sure why. Where could you have possibly gone when you were stuck with a bunch of wolves? But it did make the chambers of your heart constrict extra whenever you noticed him trying to look for you. You had to admit, It was kinda cute.

There was still one problem. You two hadn’t… consummated your bond yet. You were still unmarked even though it had now been weeks of being in the same house together. He hadn’t even tried to sleep with you. It had you confused, shouldn’t he have wanted to have sex with you by now?

“Dude quit being a little bitch and just do it already!” Soonyoung groaned at his younger brother while he pinched the bridge of his nose.

You were currently outside learning how to play soccer with Somi, just far enough away to where you couldn’t hear what was going on inside. They were all watching you guys from the window. You felt someone staring at you so you looked up from the ball next to your feet towards the house. Your mate was eyeing you and had a fond smile flashing brightly at your from his spot. You gave him a sweet one back with a little wave added before you continued on with your fancy foot maneuvering past the younger girl and scored a goal, causing you to jet your hands in the air in celebration. God he loved you.

Jihoon looked away to sigh and he ran his shakey hand through his slick hair, “But how am I supposed to do that? You fuckers are here every second of everyday and she can hear everything that goes on the same as I can. You’re all way too distracting. If she’s anything like me-” He was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Which she is.” Mingyu stated with a giant grin on his face while crossing his arms over his chest.

“IF she’s anything like me, she doesn’t want you guys listening in or around when we’re going at it. She’s too private for that” Jihoon emphasized, trying his best to contain his annoyance at the taller boy for his smugness, “Plus, you’re all too lovey with each other, it makes us both awkward and uncomfortable.” He admitted.

Joshua laughed and slapped his hands on his knees where he was sitting down at the table, “So you’re telling me that WE make YOU GUYS uncomfortable? Have you ever even been in the same room with yourself? You’re both ridiculously intimidating to the girls because you’re so quiet. WE know it’s because you’re just shy. But THEY all think you’re some sort of psycho killer dude!”

“Yeah if looks could kill, we’d all have been long dead by now!” Snorted Wonwoo, who had his arm wrapped around his mate possessively.

Jihoon raised his chest out defiantly, slightly annoyed at his pack mates for making fun of his cold exterior, “Yeah? Well at least I can keep my hands off my mate for more than a split second!”

He never really understood the need to keep partners away from other people. That is, until the other day when Chan had accidentally brushed up against your front while trying to reach for a plate. He all but chewed him up and spit him out for it, though you didn’t know that as he did it once you had gone up to bed. He couldn’t help it. His inner wolf just snapped at the poor kid. Though looking back, he’d still do it again. No one should be touching you but him.

“Not for long. You’re getting soft. You’re laughing more at the things she says, you’re joining us on errands more because she goes with, you’re getting more and more protective over her because she’s not marked and you don’t want anyone taking her away from you” Mingyu proudly spoke up much to Jihoon’s shock. He happy that he had taken the smaller wolf off guard with his statement, “You’re getting just as whipped man. You want my advice?” He asked, seeming pretty genuine with his question.

Jihoon nodded at him. Mingyu was surprisingly one of the few who could actually keep a few feet’s distance from his mate. Out of everyone in the pack, he would’ve DEFINITELY expected him to be the one most likely to be attached to his lovers side. But he when he found his mate, he didn’t get possessive over her at all. He just let her do her own thing with relative freedom. He figured he must have had some sort of secret behind being able to control himself and, for your sake, Jihoon figured he should take any help he could get before he got bad.

“Mark her as soon as you can. It helps. You wont get as jealous, at least around us, because we’ll smell you on her.” He shrugged towards his elder, quickly going over and kissing the top of his mates head who was sitting on the ground braiding Josh’s mates hair.

The thought of marking you sent a weird feeling through Jihoon’s veins. He WANTED to. But the real question was, would you LET him? “I don’t know. It could help I guess. But again, you bitches are always here and if I EVER want to do anything with her, you assholes can’t be anywhere near or she’ll refuse.”

“Okay okay! What if we were to all go visit Taeyong’s pack later? Then would you get the stick out of your ass and just fucking get it over with?” Seungcheol interjected with a heavy chuckle.

He was just as glad that his younger brother found you as everyone else. He really needed you in his life, even if he didn’t want to admit it. So he knew he had to help him figure out how to finally make things ‘official’ with you.

Jihoon thought for a moment. There didn’t seem to be a reason why that couldn’t work. He’d just have to make sure you knew to stay behind which, considering how touchy feely the others were, you’d probably be more than happy with that, “That’s….. actually a good idea.”

“Yeah no shit Sherlock. That’s why he suggested it” sneered Jeonghan. Jihoon sent him a small warning growl before Hannie went and collected the other mates and boys to tell them the new plan for the day.

He couldn’t lie, he was super fucking nervous. Other than that day you found out you two were mates, he hadn’t been left alone with you. At least not completely. There was always someone how because of how many people that lived in the house. He didn’t have much experience with girls. He had more experience than you did, but he was still trying to grasp the whole ‘mating’ thing. He didn’t know where to even start. He couldn’t just go up to you and go “hey I need to mark you or I’m gonna go crazy so we need to fuck like rabbits.” I mean, what kind of loser did that? He had to start thinking of a more subtle approach.

And, as if on cue, in came you and Somi from outside after Jeonghan had called for you both from outside. Your cheeks were a bit flushed from being in the sun and your hair that was once put up in a neat ponytail was now falling out in locks towards the rest of your face. You had grass stains on your knees and you had a bit of dirt on your forehead. You looked like you had gotten into a fight with the ground when in all reality, it was just your first time playing a child’s game.

“So, we’re going somewhere?” Somi ran up and kissed Chan on the cheek before he cuddled her in his arms.

“Yeah. WE are. THEY’RE staying here.” He let a playful grin plaster on his face as he pointed at your and your mate.

You cocked your head to the side in confusion, “We are? Why’s that?”

Chan gulped down his dry throat and shifted his eyes towards Jihoon, who was now staring daggers into him, “Oh… um- well… because…”

“Because we’re gonna be doing coupley shit over at Taeyong’s today and Jihoon said you wouldn’t want to watch us make out.” His sentence was quickly interrupted by the oldest alpha, much to your mate’s relief as his answer seemed to satisfy you.

“Ew yeah no. I’ll stay here that sounds gross,” you shook your head and scrunched up your nose in disgust, “Though I think I’ll take a shower. I feel almost as gross as you all are together.” You chuckled as you mad your way up the stairs and to the bathroom.

A little while later after everyone had got themselves together and understood why they suddenly had to leave, they began to head towards the door to depart. You were now upstairs in your bedroom, a towel tightly wrapped around your body and hair as you read a book to work on your Korean. You were pretty good with the actual speaking portion of the language, minus your accent of course, but you were still having a bit of trouble with the spelling and reading. And since it was the native language of most of the people who lived in the house, you figured it was best you study up on it a bit more to become more fluent.

Before you knew it, the others had left. You began focusing on a page of plural ways of speech and were brought out of your gaze by a soft voice near the doorway of your bedroom, “How’s the studying coming along?”

“It’s going about as well as dealing with humans after centuries of avoiding them.” You figured, putting your book down on the bedside table and looking at your mate who was now moving to sit at the end of your bed.

“That bad huh?” He joked while bringing his hand to touch your naked thigh. It brought a light pink blush to your cheeks, but you did your best to avoid it as much as possible and continued the conversation.

You shrugged the heat one your face away, “It comes and goes in Waves. Besides, It could be worse”

“And how’s that?” Jihoon questioned, giving you a tilted head in response.

“I could have had to go watch all the other suck face all day with another pack.” You laughed in amusement at your own joke.

Jihoon hesitated for a moment before he responded, “Well… yeah… about that…” he trailed in an effort to avoid the situation.

“What about it?”

“Wellllll….” He took a deep breath in so he could finish his sentence, “They decided to leave for me- well for us- so we could… have some time alone together…” he brought his newly hot face down to look at his lap so he didn’t have to look you in the eyes as he spoke.

“Alone time?” You bit your lip to hold back a knowing grin. You knew exactly what he was trying to say. But you really wanted to HEAR him say the words. Half to confirm your suspicions, half so that he would squirm a bit.

“Uh yeah. Alone time…” he started to pick at his nails to distract himself. He had never really been this nervous before. Why was he even nervous? You were his mate. It’s not like you’d have an issue with it all… right?

Your pulse was starting to race. The thought of what could happen was heating your body up to the point of concern. You weren’t sure why you were reacting this way, maybe it was because he was your mate, maybe it was because now you could go into heat, you didn’t know. But you did know that if he was going where you thought he was going with his sentence, you’d definitely not be complaining.

You gave him a wondering look, “What do you mean by alone time?” You faked innocence in your question, playing with the edge of the towel wrapped around your body.

He groaned in frustration and threw himself to the bed, landing on his back with a light thud while his hands found their way to his face, “They all left so I could mark you okay?? I knew you wouldn’t want to do anything like that with them here. But I knew I needed to do it soon so that my jealousy wouldn’t get the best of me. So Cheol agreed to have everyone leave for the day so we could just-get it over with” He sighed out, hands still covering his eyes so he could ignore your no doubt astonished face.

But instead, you found yourself straddling him in your easily droppable attire. His hands automatically sent themselves down to hold your hips once his body realized what was happening.

“You know, you could’ve just said that to begin with you know” you seductively let out. His face was absolutely stunned at your sudden behavior change. What actual fucking alien world had he stepped in when he came into your shared room?

(Updated 9/16)

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gurneyhallecks · 5 years ago

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Space Oddity | a poe dameron x reader fic

rating: m - sexual themes; phone sex; slight angst with a happy ending

word count: 2.5k

summary: You’re Poe’s assigned communications officer - and during his latest mission you make some discoveries about each other.

a/n: Heavily inspired by the song Space Oddity by David Bowie, hence the title ;)

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SPACE ODDITY

“Alright Commander Dameron! You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be!” Poe’s voice comes in cheery through the comms. There’s a touch of static, as always when you talk to him.

You’re his assigned communications officer. COMMO for short. Commo #7 is your official call sign. You’ve been with the Resistance since the beginning; you’ve risen in the ranks due to your efficiency of your job and hard work. It’s not been easy; you’ve lost loved ones – family. Everyone around you has. Commo #6 lost her mother. Commo #8 lost his brother. Loss hangs in the air like dust floating in the sunlight. There’s always hope #6 says – but your heart is full of worry for the man you love.

But you can’t let him know that.

Your job is to direct pilots from point A to point B. Sometimes the comm officer is the only voice the pilot has on long lonely missions. A partnership forms, each pilot learns their comm officers voice and they listen for them when all the voices can become jumbled during battle over the comm channels. Their officer can be a guiding light in the dark.

You’ve lost pilots, most comm officers have. It’s the hardest part of the job.

Each officer has a screen they sit in front of in the comms center. There’s a map and readouts of the situation. Each officer’s assigned pilot has readouts and vitals displayed. Items vary from position, fuel, even the pilot’s heartrate.

It’s personal.

Hearing your assigned pilot lose their life is the hardest thing to experience.

You’ve built up a wall.

A wall that one Poe Dameron has been chipping away at for months now.

“Put that helmet on, and I’ll run your diagnostics again!”

“But it messes up my hair,” he’s pouting playfully. You can tell. You know his every emotion. You can tell with every voice inflection, every snicker. Even when he’s silent you know what he’s saying. You’ve fallen in love with him – the constant intimate nature of your role has given you a bond you weren’t anticipating.

“Poe,” you laugh. “Put it on. Then you’re all set.”

“Why don’t you come make me?” he teases.

“Maybe because you’re on an entirely different system?” you laugh back. “Now I know why no one wants to work with you,” you jab playfully.

“That was one time!” he pouts. His voice sounds clearer, he’s obviously put the helmet on.

“You know everyone was jealous when I was assigned to you,” you continue you on. You can hear his ship roar to life. He’s getting ready for takeoff. “But you’re so damn hardheaded,” you tease. He’s learned your voice too.

“When I get back, I’m gonna march right over to the comms center and-“

“And you’ll what? You don’t know what I look like.”

You chose it this way. You’ve chosen to sacrifice your crush for the sake of his life. Feelings can’t get in the way. He’s the best pilot the Resistance has. You can’t let something like your crush ruin it.

But he thinks otherwise.

“Baby, I’m in love with you,” his voice sounds musical over the comms.

“Poe, you’ve never seen my face. How can you be?”

“I know you love me too,” he says. His ships engines roar and he’s in the atmosphere of the system.

“I’ve told you; I don’t want you to see me.”

“But I want to see you smile,” his voice is quiet.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now, besides, you have a fuel leak you need to be aware of-“

“My ship knows the way to go,” he grumbles over you and there’s a loud abrupt sound of static and the line goes dead. You can still see the layout on your screen, Poe’s on the right course for home. His heartrate is up a little – he’s angry. He’s hung up on you.

You don’t blame him really. You’ve not been entirely fair to him.

When you joined the Resistance, you were in a relationship with a pilot. The obvious choice was for you to be their comms officer – but when they died early in the war it left you scarred. You had multiple assignments since and built up that wall.

It’s been years now since then, and Poe crept his way into your heart. You weren’t planning on it. And as your relationship grew, the more you began to back away. You liked the safety net of anonymity. Of course, you’d seen him around, but you’d never actually met face to face. In the long months of being his comms officer you’ve never seen one another up close.

That drove him wild. At first, he liked that he didn’t know, it became a thrill – a chase. But the more he searched, the more you wanted to pull away – and the more you fell in love with him. To be wanted so much was killing you inside. All you could think of was what if he was disappointed?

“Won’t you give me the chance to find out?” he’d ask you. You’d always change the subject.

When he realized you were scared, he laid low. He reminds you regularly though that he wants to see your face.

Now, you know you’ve upset him. Since he’s closed the channel between you, he doesn’t want to talk. You can only hope BB8 tells him about the fuel leak.

Too angry to sit there at your console and worry, you take a comm link with you to get a meal at the cantina.

You know he’s angry, and you’re angry at yourself.

You eat in silence, which you hate. Most of the time you don’t mind a quiet meal. But knowing Poe is angry at you is loud in your mind.

The commlink in your pocket has remained quiet and static free. You look around the cantina seeing other pilots and various officers chatting together. You recall seeing Poe in here on several occasions, often laughing with friends. His smile lights up a room.

He was always looking for you – but you never actually saw him look your way. That’s why you can’t help but want to deny him seeing your face. It would save you both disappointment.

Losing your appetite, you trudge back to your station. You pass by a window and see that it’s dark out now. Most of the comms officers have retired to their sleeping quarters. If this were a mission with a lot of pilots, you’d be joined by them in the comms area. But since Poe is on this mission alone, it’s just you.

The comms station is dark – except for your screen. The blue light illuminates the dark space. As you approach, it’s not only a blue light – but red. A red light is flashing. There’s something wrong.

“Commo 7 to black leader! Can you hear me? Answer me!”

All you hear is static. He’s still got his comms switched off.

Hurriedly you sit down and see what you can read on your screen. His vitals are fine, but his heartrate has spiked – he’s stressed. Clearly. His flight pattern is erratic and unusual, that fuel leak has caused problems as you feared. One of his engines has malfunctioned and he’ll have to land so BB8 can work on it. The biggest problem is Poe doesn’t have anywhere to land. He’s in deep space – in an asteroid field.

That’s why he hasn’t picked up.

There’s nothing you can do but to watch his heart rate rise and watch his ship maneuver through the asteroids hurling at him.

Your heartrate has risen, ice cold fear pumps in your veins. You watch in horror. You can’t do this again.

Suddenly his voice cuts in, it’s loud and you hear alarms blaring inside his X-Wing. He’s talking to BB8.

“Buddy, listen,” Poe’s voice is panicked and sad. “If I don’t make it back and you do, you gotta tell her.”

You lean forward in your seat. Tell me what?

“Tell her I love her, ok?”

BB8 beeps in response.

You watch the screen as the X-Wing approaches a large asteroid, you close you eyes tight. Tears fall from your eyes; you don’t want to watch him die.

The alarms blare in your ears, screen flashing red.

Then, it stops.

Poe manages to land inside the large asteroid. You watch his heart calm on the monitor. There’s still a fuel leak and that engine issue needs to be fixed immediately.

“Black leader to Commo 7, do you read me?” His voice sounds stressed, and he’s out of breath.

It feels so intimate to hear his voice now after his declaration, you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it.

“Poe! Thank goodness you’re ok!” you gasp. “Tell BB8 to get to work on that engine right this second.”

“He’s on it,” Poe sighs, still catching his breath.

“Poe?” you voice is small, you know that. But you have to know. “You really love me?”

“You heard that?” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Thank you for noticing this time,” he laughs.

You wince. You think back to the times he’s told you he loves you, he did earlier. You thought it was in jest, not reality.

“I’m sorry,” you admit. “I lost a pilot…one I was in love with – I didn’t want to lose you either. I do love you; I love you so much Poe.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You see his heart spike a little. Happy.

“When you come back, we can meet. But you have to promise me you won’t be disappointed?”

“I won’t be,” he laughs.

“I’m going to stay on here with you until BB8 gets everything taken care of. How long do you think?” you ask.

“It should be awhile,” Poe’s voice has extra static, he obviously took off his helmet. “Tell me a story. I want to hear your voice. I’m sorry I turned off the comms. I didn’t understand why you didn’t want to let me see you.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing to you,” you whisper. Shaking your head, you decide to change the subject – but to a better one. “Do you still have your gloves on Poe?”

Pause.

“Yeah?”

“Take them off.”

“Okay?”

“Is BB8 still outside?” you ask. You see Poe’s heart spike a little. He’s excited, even if he doesn’t know exactly why.

“Yeah… sweetheart…what are you up to??” he laughs.

“This fantasy I’ve had, good way to kill time? Don’t you think?”

“I don’t – I don’t understand,” Poe laughs again. His heart rate spikes again.

“You’re alive, I don’t want to waste another moment. I’ve been foolish.”

“You’re just shy, sweetheart.” If you could see you, you imagine he would have winked. “It’s ok to be scared,” he says, his voice taking a more serious tone. “I was scared I’d die out here and never see your face.”

“Poe-“

“Ma’am?”

“Unzip your flight suit.”

You’d do anything to see Poe writhe inside his X-wing. His hand wrapped around himself – pleasuring himself at your command. All you can see on your screen is his heartrate climbing as you tell him to increase his speed and pressure. Static mixes with his deep groans and sighs.

He talks at first. Promises to return the favor, excitement at seeing you face to face. But his promises of pleasure get lost in his throat because of his own pleasure spiking.

Maybe it’s the stress of almost dying, the adrenaline. The love admitted and received. He doesn’t think too much on it. His mind clouded with intense pleasure. His vision goes white when he finally comes, his voice louder than you’ve heard, then muffled with a sharp hiss of him gritting his teeth. The aftershocks hitting him hard.

You don’t have time to revel in the intimacy of what just occurred, BB8 has returned to the ship and you hear Poe talking to him. You’re running diagnostics while shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You’d been busy making sure Poe was taken care of, you neglected your own needs.

You huff out a laugh to yourself.

That’s what you’ve been doing all along. Making sure he was taken care of, but never considering he might want to take care of you. Which you know he does; you have known for some time. But you’ve been too scared to open yourself up to it.

“Everything looks good here Poe, everything alright?”

“All clear Commo 7.”

You watch on your display screen as Poe carefully maneuvers the rest of the asteroid field. Within moments he makes the jump to lightspeed.

He’ll back home within the hour.

Panic. You’re panicking now, you’re going to see him face to face in less than an hour. How do you even prepare for this?

Abandoning your station – you find the closest refresher. You don’t have time to go to your quarters, so this is all you’ve got. You check the mirror. Your hair is a bit of a mess but it’s not terrible. You splash cold water on your face and pat your cheeks.

This is fine. No need to panic. You’ve been in love with him for a couple months now. And you just talked him through an orgasm. You know what his groans sound like. Yup. Totally fine.

When you make your way back to your station, you hear Poe over the commlink in your hand.

“So,” he says. His voice sounds louder over the static. You shake the commlink and give it a look. “Station #7.”

You freeze.

Looking up you see Poe standing in the doorway of the comms center, still dressed in his orange flight suit. You gasp and drop the commlink at your feet. In the time it takes for you to kneel down to get it, he’s already by your station.

You see his boots first, then his face comes to view as he kneels in front of you. It’s all too much and you look down at the commlink in your shaking hands.

“Hey,” he whispers, and tilts your chin up to look at him. “I hoped it’d be you,” he smiles. Seeing up this close has your heart beating out of your chest. His eyes shine, there’s sweat on his brow. His curls are a mess.

“How-“

“I knew who most of the comms officers were,” he shrugs. “Always thought you were the most beautiful.”

“What if-“

He puts his finger to your lips, “nope.” He grins. “No need to be scared anymore.” He offers a gentle hand to you, and he helps you stand. He cups your face in his hands and his smile splits his face. “You really are the most beautiful thing, sweetheart.”

He pulls you in for a tender kiss. When the kiss breaks, his arms wrap around you tight for a hug you’ve been wanting almost as much as a kiss.

When you pull apart, you switch off your display screen, and toss the commlink on the desk.

His hand rests on your back, he needs to feel you. Turning back around to face him, his hand rests on your hip.

“So,” he says leaning into your body. His mouth by your ear. “Now that I’ve seen your face,” he nibbles your earlobe. “Can I see the rest of you?”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #my writing #mine #my gifs #i know there's things like this out there~#but i wanted to take a stab

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oh-my-may · 5 years ago

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Goshiki having a crush on the manager and being jealous of Ushijima

requested: Hi! Id like to request a scenario for goshiki: reader is the manager and she knows a lot about vb so she really helps. Goshiki's a crush on her so every time he does smth cool he looks at her waiting for a reaction. Reader always cheers on him, but she's very close with ushi and he gets jealous and asks him to play a 1on1. He accepts and Goshi messes up and reader tells him smth like "you don't need to do anything to impress me, I already admire you" and end up together somehow. Thanks!! ❤️

Goshiki is so cute I love this man :(( This request also totally sounds like something he would do omg

Okay so you were in the first year as well and joined the club at the same time as him, the current manager being your cousin. It was clear to you you wanted to be the manager - you liked volleyball, and you tried playing it, but you rather kept track of the players statistics and helped them get better. Playing was not the thing for you - you rather helped them.

And Goshiki has crushed on you since pretty much the beginning. He’s not the type of guy to be shy about, but he’s not that obvious, either.

He just always watches you (no, he’s not staring!) and he definitely wants to impress you! He’s always looking out for your reaction to his spikes and attacks, he wants all the praise and cheers! He just wants to be recognized and complimented, especially from the girl he admires the most

And you, being one of the most supportive people ever, always obliege to his needs, clapping and cheering for him. He always tries to look smug after, but really he just blushes when you cheer his name and compliment him and the whole team teases their baby ace for it.

And you’re also really cute, the whole team immediately fell in love with you in a certain way. They just want to protect their baby manager! They always look out that no creepy guys from other teams walk up to you, they take turns in walking you home when it’s dark out and they’re always somewhere around you in school. You find it very indearing. It helped you a lot with getting comfrotable around so many tall, intimidating boys.

For some reason no one really understands Tendou and Ushijima grew particularly fond of you. When you’re not helping one of the others or stand next to the coaches, analyzing what was going on, you stood at their side and talked to them, watched them and made jokes with them (Tendou).

Goshiki doesn’t fail to notice this, though, since all his concentration during practice is on both you and volleyball. He feels quite jealous when you spend so much time with them - especially Ushijima, since he’s kind of a rival to him.

So whenever you’re laughing together with the third-years and your attention is not on Goshiki, he will quickly call your name and you’ll watch his moves in awe, before smiling widely and clapping. “That was so cool, Goshiki! Good job!” And then Ushijima will tune in with critique on his technique and Goshikis mood will be down a bit, until you shake your head and argue that you think he’s improved a lot.

Whatever Goshiki tries, he never really gets your full attention. Did you even notice him? He didn’t just want to be a member of the team or a friend from school to you.

But honestly, he didn’t have to worry baout that if only he knew that you did in fact admire him. For his determination and skill at his age. He immediately caught your eye when you were at your first practice and you grew fond of him faster than you liked - his constantly for praise searching personality somehow bewitched you in a way. You found him very cute.

Once at practice they played a practice match within the team and Goshiki and Ushijima were on opposing sides. Ushijima went for an attack that Goshiki tried to block or save, but he was having a hard time. the fact that you only cheered for Ushijima didn’t help, either. So afterwards Goshiki bravely walks up to his senior and asks for a one-on-one.

The whole team is escalating into cheers and laughs and Ushijima looks unimpressed as ever. Until Tendou comes up behind him and whispers something into his ear about “you won’t be here next year, it will be good for his technique as the future ace” and so Ushijima agrees as Goshiki freezes on the spot. So that was set. The next day at practice it will be his time to shine - not just in front of the team, but mainly in front of you. He will finally show you that he can be just as good as Ushijima. Or even better.

You’re a little unsure about the whole thing. You awkwardly walk up to Ushijima and ask him to be nice to Goshiki and not swamp the younger boy with impossible attacks. Ushijima just blinks at you, saying how he doesn’t see any sense behind the whole thing if he doesn’t pour in his everything so Goshiki can learn.

Tendou grins in the background. He caught on about Gsohikis feelings for you since the beginning and also noticed how you seemed to be especially nice to the first-year. He knew exactly what you were doing - and what Goshiki was trying to do with this game.

Goshiki stayed in the gym a lot longer that day, practicing every attack and serve he could think of so that he would be prepared for the next day.

They both play with another player on their field, as a one-on-one in volleyball was a little hard to do. Though, the second player on the field would not do much other than save the occasional ball and mainly set the ball for Goshiki and Ushijima.

You’re anxiously sitting on the sidelines along with Tendou and the other members. Your mind is torn - do you cheer for Ushijima or Goshiki? Do you even cheer for one of them or just stay silent? You fiddle your fingers as the match begins and the ball flies over the net repeatedly.

It is clear that Ushijima will win from the beginning. He makes sure there is a big point gap from the beginning on and uses many different techniques. But Goshiki really tries his hardest to keep up and score points himself. You really feel with him, especially after Ushijima wins the first set with a 10 point difference and Goshikis jaw clenches along with his fists. He’s sweating from head to toe but still manages to spike some balls and runs across the field to save the ball and punch it back over the net.

Still, he looses. And when he realizes it he falls to his knees and places his bare hands on the floor. His body is shaking and choked sounds escape his figure. You walk up to him in worry - Maybe he overworked himself? Did he strain a muscle? Did he hurt himself?

You kneel down next to him, softly placing a hand on his back as you realize he was crying. The drops falling down his face and landing on the floor were not drops of sweat but tears, the sounds escaping his mouth were quiet sobs.

“Goshiki...” you say quietly. “Does something hurt? Is everything okay?”

The worrisome tone in your voice, your hand on his back and your proximity finally do it for him. He looks up at the ceiling, tears still steraming down his cheeks uncontrollably. “No, Y/N! I really wanted to win, I really wanted to.” he sobs and the whole scene almost breaks your heart. “How else are you ever going to notice me?! How else can I get you to like me and look up to me and admire me like you do with him?!”

Your eyes widen as he looks at you with pure frustration in his reddened eyes. His cheeks were glowing as well - but you didn’t know if it was from exhaustion, the crying or maybe even embarrassment.

“But Goshiki.”, you begin softly, a small smile appearing on your lips. “I already admire you.”

The sobs instantly stop as he’s scanning you in shock. “Really?” his weak voice asks and he wipes the back of his hand over his eyes.

“Of course! How could I not? You’re so good! You’re probably the most determined player on the team and you never loose sight of your goal. You’re so talented for your age! There’s no need for you to compare yourself to Ushijima-san, because he’s so different from you! He’s older, he has more experience and he uses different techniques and you’re doing just fine on your own!”, you explain, your words tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

An unbelieving expression is plastered on his face and he’s unable to move any muscle in his body for a whole moment. He can just gulp and stare at you in shock, the wildest red blush evident on his cheeks and ears.

“Come on, Goshiki! Just ask her out already!” Tendou then cheers and you two realize that you’re not alone and in fact were not the whole time. The rest of the team was watching the scene unfold, their babies still crouching in the middle of the gym. Soon the rest of the gym tunes in on his cheer and you both get so shy, you can barely look at each other.

Before Goshiki can finally open his mouth to say the words you finally feel brave enough to do what you’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Without putting much thought to it you lean forward and just press your lips on his, your face as red as a tomato since all the others were watching. Now they were cheering and yelling as Goshiki fell backwards because he didn’t expect you to put all your weight into the kiss when you leaned forward.

For a second he’s so surprised he doesn’t move at all but then a bomb of serotonin explodes in his body as he grins into the kiss and puts his arms around you to pull you closer.

And that was how a) you started dating, b) the other team members had to pull you apart after some moments and c) an endless story of teasing began.

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dabi-drift · 4 years ago

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Could we have a shy s/o who asks geten out on a date + relationship headcanons please, sorry if this is too much you can pick one or the other if you want✨ btw I love your work, always looking forward to your posts!

Ahh, this was such a cute concept to me! It’s a little longer than usual, and I spent virtually all day on it, so I hope it’s good! And thank youuuu!! That’s awesome, and so appreciated! ^^

Geten’s Shy S/O Asking Him Out:

❈ Your timidity was all-consuming, and really impacted on your social relations. When in a conversation, you'd find yourself unable to look the person in the eyes. Your gaze would drift to the ground, like you didn’t feel worthy enough to even give the illusion of being on their level. A raised head would've sent out the wrong signals. You didn’t want anyone thinking you over-confident, or a narcissist.

❈ Instead, you were seen as a quiet, obedient MLA member, who preferred lone training, but worried incessantly about fighting. After all, that meant interacting with people - something you absolutely did not support.

❈ As such, you'd only spoken with Geten two or three times, in passing. Yet, he was always on your mind. You wanted to extinguish your feelings so, so badly! He was a million times better than you - way out of your league! It was a wonder why you'd ever fallen in the first place. What was the point, when all you'd get was heartbreak?

❈ You were convinced that's all you'd ever get.

❈ But your heart just couldn’t let go.

❈ 3/4 of your word count were probably apologies, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he found you strange.

❈ Surely he wouldn’t want such a shy, soft-spoken partner?

❈ …But you just couldn’t let him go. If you never even tried to court him, he'd find someone else, and it'd destroy you! He was always on your mind, even when he shouldn’t be - you fawned over him, like a desperate fan. He was so strong, so pretty…a violent little cutie. From your rose-tinted perspective, he had no faults.

❈ That fiery attitude might disenchant the average admirer, but at this point, you were a veteran, in way too deep. What you felt…it was infinitely stronger than a crush. It never wavered…never faded.

❈ You had journals full of phrases like "I wish, with the might of all the stars, that you would look at me the way I look at you.", and short pieces proclaiming your love for him. And to really cement this point, you had his name written in hearts. Many hearts. Spanning like,, an entire journal.

❈ You almost worshipped him, as though he were a god, or an entire religion.

❈ …It wasn’t easy, being in love. You were resolved to tell him, but you couldn’t do that in a public area. You'd have to drag him somewhere more private. The thought made you flush. What if he grew suspicious? Or assumed you wanted to hurt him?? Nothing could've been further from the truth. But since you had trouble speaking, and your face would definitely be on fire…he'd be cautious, maybe even angry?

❈ Oh god, you did not want him to be angry! If that happened, you'd chicken out immediately. He'd have you running for the hills, getting the hell out of Deika City and never, ever showing your face there again. And in the worst case, the embarrassment and fear might force you out of Japan. You'd have to change your name, get a new social security number, find a new job and apartment…

❈ Why was it so difficult to confess?? You wanted to be so naturally eloquent with your words, so confident and clever, that he'd be compelled to swoon. You commanded greater mastery over the written word, but you needed to tell him in person. You needed him to hear, to feel the emotion behind them. You had to be taken seriously. You had to try.

❈ So try you did. You managed to catch him as he walked toward one of Deika's many training grounds. You were alone, save for the birds that chirped overhead. The frosty weather bit at your cheeks, but you couldn’t be deterred. Not anymore. It was now or never.

❈ You had the stage, and his full attention. It was so nerve-wracking!

❈ "Geten…! Um, I-I've really admired - uh, liked!...Loved! Yeah…um, I've…for a while now, a-and…I wanted to tell you…! So, uh…if it i-isn't too much trouble, um…p-please go out with me!"

❈ You stood with a lowered head, uncomfortably basking in the silence that followed. You couldn’t meet his eyes, for fear of seeing an emotion you knew you wouldn’t be able to bear.

❈ "…Go out? Where would we go?"

❈ You looked up, mouth hanging open in shock. A light blush sat atop his cheeks…so he'd understood your feelings, at least.

❈ "U-Uh…it means…um…" Your voice got progressively quieter, as you realised that you had to teach him what a relationship actually was.

❈ "Speak up. You're hard to hear." He huffed, though he didn’t seem angry.

❈ Okay, so I don't have to move countries.

❈ "It's, um…d-d-dating…? It's m-more than friends, like uh…r-romantic…holding hands and k-k-kissing and stuff…!"

❈ He blushed harder, and despite his efforts to hide it under the fur of his Parka, you saw it. There was another round of silence, like he was considering the pros and cons of 'dating' you.

❈ Finally, he reached a decision.

❈ "I guess…I'll 'go out' with you."

& Relationship Headcanons:

❈ This boy doesn't know a ton about love, so you're gonna have to teach him what it means to: 1) have a partner, and 2) show affection toward said partner. He's never been in a position quite like this before, so he's definitely a slow-starter.

❈ Make no mistake, though - he does love you. And due to both his ideology and strength, he's fiercely loyal and protective. If you have a 'weak' Meta Ability, he'll be a little disappointed (for the future generation, y'know?), but it just means he has to shield you from any and all dangers. It's a responsibility he cherishes. He's never really had to look out for anyone but himself, so it's a nice change of pace.

❈ Initially, he isn't sure about the whole 'dating' and 'lovers' thing. You're still incredibly shy, and whenever he tries to hold your hand, you go bright red and shuffle your feet awkwardly. He'll take that the wrong way.

❈ It takes many, many weeks for you to gather up the courage to ask for a kiss. Geten obliges almost instantly, but hesitates when he sees you shaking.

❈ It's more from excitement than embarrassment, but he doesn't know that.

❈ Of course you're excited! You're finally, finally gonna kiss the boy you love. But you're also nervous. It's your first kiss, after all. You want it to be perfect, but you're scared you're gonna mess up. And if you do, you're worried he'll hate you. If you mess up, you ruin the experience for two people.

❈ So you make 10000% sure he's okay with it, and you make him swear on his life that he won't be mad at you.

❈ He's of the opinion that you can always try again, but in your mind, it's a life or death scenario.

❈ If you take too long, over-think (no doubt you will) or start to falter, he'll just crash your lips together, albeit sloppily. He doesn't care about gentle or rough, messy or clean…as long as you're connected. He'll place one hand on your waist, and pin you to the wall. For someone so inexperienced, his movements gradually get more professional.

❈ In reality, he's researching this for you

❈ You'll snuggle up to Geten during the summer months, because despite his inability to create ice, his body temperature is still quite low.

❈ You get to see him without the Parka. No-one gets to see him without the Parka. Consider yourself a lucky, lucky bastard.

❈ Your shyness won't disappear, but around Geten, you definitely become more composed. After a few months, or even a year, that is. In the beginning, you're nothing but a nervous, stuttering wreck, who can't stand beside him for more than ten seconds without melting.

❈ Oh, you might want those plane tickets after all, because he's gonna find your journals eventually (when he's absolutely head-over-heals in love with you). Don't worry though, he'll think they're cute, and a testament to how amazing you are as a partner.

❈ Honestly, your heart holds so much value to him. He'll never, ever let you give it to someone else. He's whipped - completely, totally…and he isn't afraid to admit it!

❈ Once the PLF is formed, he'll seek you out to join the Violet Regiment (but be in the same room as Dabi, and blood will be shed).

❈ Everyone headcanons him as Geten's biggest romantic rival, and I'm not here to argue with that

❈ He's bad with words, so he'll rely on actions! Just don't expect any PDA (unless he's jealous)!! <3

#bnha #geten #geten x reader #bnha geten #meta liberation army #dabi #is this good enough??#god i'm so insecure #i wanna scream lmao #my hero academia

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saidrolav · 4 years ago

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Just like that

40sBucky x male!Reader

Summary: Steve and Bucky takes you out at a party in a pub but the evening takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings: +18 SMUT!!! Blow job, mouth fucking, mutual masturbation, small mentions of alcohol.

a/n: Hiiii! This is my first request i'm kinda nervous! 👉👈 I made your request with 40sBucky i hope that's okay! I wanted to write for him for a long time so yeah, thanks for your request i hope you'll like it! I tried to do it as fast as i could!

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Once again, Bucky and Steve had came unexpectedly into your Brooklyn appartment to take you out in some party. It wasn't the first time, most of those visits was the brunette forcing everyone to go out because Steve wasn't talented with girls, and you weren't feeling ready to tell your two bestfriends that you liked guys. You've known the two of them since you met in school and friendship builded fastly between the three of you. The truth is, you were kinda afraid of how your friends would act about you liking guys, you knew Steve would be okay with it but Buck's reaction was scaring you. He always liked going out "between guys" to flirt with girls, and he was good, the man had everything for him, a beautiful smile, muscles and he was truly a charmer, girls were practically falling at his feet. But most importantly you always had a huge crush on him, for all the reasons that you just listed, you also, were falling at his feet.

Bucky however never showed any "signs" that he actually liked guys, he was always surrounded by girls that were laughing loudly at every word he was saying, and he neither showed any affection towards you except friendly interactions and it was making you sad knowing your love wasn't reciprocal.

The truth was Bucky, liked both girls and boys but he was showing more his heterosexual side because he knew that his other side wasn't really appreciated of other people so he told no one and stayed in the closet as much as he could to not arouse the suspicions. He knew it was hurting inside of him of not letting out his true self but he had to, even through it was getting harder and harder with you around, because he felt an attraction growing towards you without you knowing, it was small glares, soft blushes and shy smiles all he could manage to do.

So, like always, you and Steve ended up sitting at the bar, watching Buck charming all the room while the two of you were drinking two liquors.

"I don't even know why we come with him anymore," you said while giving a look at Steve, "I mean, he can go by himself, he doesen't even need us, he's always with the girls." Steve chuckled before taking a sip at his drink then he sighed.

"He just wants to be nice so we can all have some fun. He doesen't know he's the center of attention." You laughed sarcastically before rolling your eyes and taking you too a sip of your liquor. "Wait a minute.." You arched an eyebrow while waiting for the blonde to continue. "Are you being jealous ?"

You choked on the liquid and your eyes went wide, you had to cough of couple of time to find your breath with the help of Steve that was giving you kicks on your back. "What ? Why would i be jealous of those girls ?" You frowned.

"I meant.. being jealous of Bucky, because he has all the girls." Steve's smile grew wider while looking at you, your eyes widened once again and your face became crimson.

"Can we please forget the last 10 minutes ?" You said and Steve's laugh echoed in the crowded pub which made you smile softly. "Hey, i can act like i heard nothing but, i want you to know that i'm okay with you liking guys." He shrugged while giving you a concerned look and you nodded in silence a smirk finding his way on your lips, then you and him finished your liquors in one shot.

After another couples of hours passed, you decided you would go home, it was already dark outside and you were still alone. You took a cab and after a couple of seconds searching your keys you entered your appartment. You took off your coat, putted on the radio and made yourself something to eat you had no time to relax because as soon as you were about to eat you heard insistent knocking at your door.

You frowned, got up and opened your door only to be met with the brunette you only left a minute ago, he was covered with sweat and breathless.

"Buck are you okay ? What are you doing here ?" You closed the door after letting him in, your frown still here, very concerned about your friend. "Don't ask questions please." "Wha-" You didn't had time to say something else because the brunette's lips crashed on yours hungrily, devouring every inch of your mouth, his tongue fastly finding yours, tasting it like a forbidden fruit.

Your mind went blank as soon as he kissed you and the only thing you could think of was him and his body on yours, it was sending you chills. Bucky didn't know why he followed you that night, he didn't know what to expect but the way your lips were answering to his, he was completely drunk of the noises you were making, the soft sighs and the moans of his name, it was driving him insane.

Your hands found the way to his neck and pressed furiously his body against yours which made him groan while he putted his own hands lower on your body, cupping your ass as he smirked against your lips at your moan.

Bucky suddenly realized that you were still in the entrance of your appartment so he lifted you up, you surrounded your legs around his hips and he took you to your couch without breaking the fervent kiss.

He laid you down between the cushions and climbed fastly on you, pressed kisses along your jaw line then your neck. He stopped to look at you, breathless of everything that was happening so fast and looked you straight in your eyes.

"Are you sure you want this ?" He spoke softly, almost a whisper without breaking eye contact with you. "I'm all yours James." You answered as you both faces were breaking into smiles before you kissed hungrily each one of you tasting as much of the other as you could. Bucky made the first step and took off his shirt, leaving him bare chest and you soon followed. He continued his trail of kisses but added bites and hickeys on your torso as he was getting lower and lower rapidly finding his lips on your pelvis and you couldn't help the moans that were escaping your lips, you were growing hard and Bucky's pants looked a bit tight.

The brunette took you by your hips as he sitted on the couch, putting you on his own hips to kiss you more deeply, his bites on your lower lip was making you sigh of pleasure. He grinned when he heard your sighs and he whispered against your lips. "Why don't you put that mouth at good use babe ?" You felt your cheeks redenning at his words and you nodded in silence before you heard a loud noise followed by a burning feeling on your ass that wasn't detestable. He earned a loud moan of his name in response of his spanking and it made it smirk again. "Use your words." He said in a commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine, the Bucky that you knew was gone and this one was going to make you feel real good.

"Y-Yes James i'll put my dirty lips at good use." He captured your lips once more before you leaned down between his legs that he had spread a couple of seconds ago.

His eyes were scanning inch part of your face and gave a special time to your lipd before finding your eyes. Your hands found fast enough the button of his pants and you putted them down and you felt your erection growing harder and harder as the sight of the brunette's dick fully hard in his underwear. You licked your lips and hesitantly caressed his crotch through the tissue, it made him buck his hips towards you while groaning a 'shit'. After the bucking you took no time and putted down his underwear which made your mouth water at his fulled erect member, the tip was red and licking with pre-cum. Not only the dick was long but it was also thick and you stared at it for a couple of minutes at it slapped against Buck's stomach, before he had time to make a cocky comment about you staring you took the cock in your hands and give it a few strokes then looked at his reaction.

James's head had fall on the side and his breathing hitched, his cheeks were red and he looked at you with so much desire that you thought he could see right through you. As you gave him the few strokes he sweared under his breath and he closed slowly his eyes to appreciate the moment. You took off your own pants to get some relief of the pressure that was happening down there and licked his cock from the base til the top, precum falling on your lips. He groaned and took your hair, tired of the teasing, and wrapped himself your lips around his cock.

You opened your mouth as wide as you could and slowly he was fucking your mouth, being rough but also caring if you would get hurt in any ways possible. You were fully hard on your underwear and the dirty talk and moans of Bucky weren't helping.

"You look so hot with your-fuck-lips around my cock don't you ?" "Look at you taking my cock so well." "You'd better be quiet or all of your neighbors will know who you belong to."

After a while Bucky took off your lips around his cock and looked at the mess he had made, your lips were swollen, cheeks red, eyes filled with tears and you had drooled everywhere on your chin and your cheeks. He smiled at the view and picked you up to kiss you deeply, making you sit on his lap as you were still breathless from all the chocking on his cock.

Finally Bucky took off your underwear and kissed you again, he wanted to get drunk in those kisses and couldn't keep his lips away from yours. While he was kissing you, you felt a hand around your hardened dick and a few strokes that made you moan against his lips. You were so consumed in all the pleasure that you havent realized that the brunette was jerking off at the same time, masturbating both him and you. You breaked the kiss to let out long moans as you crisped your hands on his shoulders, scratching his back. You looked lower to see Bucky stroking both of your cocks, everything felt so surreal to you, your crush was right now masturbating you and all you could think of was the noises that you both made and all the desire you had for him.

You soon felt your orgasm growing stronger, you curled your toes and you cummed fastly in a loud cry of James's name. Your cum was dripping on Buck's abs and it was soon followed by his own orgasm, he had to bite strongly in your shoulder to muffle his noises.

The two of you stand there a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breaths and soon you were feeling Buck caressing your back while plenting soft kisses on your neck. You smiled at the gesture and cuddled against him before you putted a blanket on your two sweaty and naked bodies. After long minutes of refreshing silence you finally talked.

"So why only now ?" You smirked while looking at his steel blue eyes which caught yours rapidly. "I don't know. I just knew, it was now or never." "Just like that ?"

He smiled and kissed your lips more tenderly that he ever did that night. "Just like that."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #bucky smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #avengers #captain america

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years ago

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Stubborn

Warning: TW: Dark themes, Yandere, kidnapping, slight abuse (if you squint) Word count: 2,5k Summary: Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side, so why isn’t he happy when he finds just that in his new girlfriend? It doesn’t take long until he realizes that stubborn is never what he wanted. No. It’s obidient. And as destiny will have it, you, his best childhood friend, tend to be just that Pairing: Yandere!Bakugo x Batfam

A/N: So I have no reason to write this, but I had this small scene in my head and BAM! this existed. And why not share it, amiright? I’ll also post a request later today or tomorrow, but I just wanted to get this out there. Hope you enjoy

Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side. Someone who stood up for themselves and wouldn’t just take his shit as some other extras would. In his mind, it was a logical assumption. He was well aware that he was a (quite literal) hot-head. He tended to let his aggression get the best of him and, even though that calmed down the older he got, it was still an established fact in his life as a pro-hero. That was why he agreed to go out with her. She was, admittedly, attractive. She wouldn’t really be called pretty, but definitely hot. A slender body with curves in all the right places and long, flawless pink hair that ended just over her waist, lashes that when battered could get her just about everywhere and everything. It also very much helped that she was well aware of her good looks. She never wore anything borderline inappropriate or skimpy, but she took care of the fact that her clothes were bringing out her features and would give her other advantages, like the hells she wore that made her already rather tall form stand even taller at about 5’6 feet. Even though that still wasn’t exceptionally high, she still liked to tower over everyone she could tower over. She and Bakugo were both masters of intimidating, even if they used very different methods. Trat wasn’t the only thing that made them alike, she also had quite the temper, something that had to be reckoned with when meeting with her, but she wasn’t as much aggressive as she was stubborn and headstrong. She was just what Bakugo needed. So, when he had tried to save her from getting robbed while he was on patrol and she just scoffed and kicked the robber so hard in a place that the sun won’t shine at, calmly taking her purse back and acting as if nothing happened, he was somewhat impressed. And when she touched his arm and invited him inside he didn’t say no. After that she was a part of his life, quickly filling the empty spot of his girlfriend. And a month or two everything was nice, he enjoyed the romantic and sexual attention that she gave him and he found himself entranced by the way she would talk back to him when she didn’t like something. He even liked her enough to introduce her to the most important people that he had in his life. His best friends. After graduating and finally fulfilling his dream of being a pro-hero he had managed to keep in more-or-less close contact with his old classmates, but he and his squad were almost as close as ever, if not more. They met up about twice a month in the complete group and individual pairs whenever they felt like it, but it was safe to say that the group of friends had stayed the same way they always have been, just with the difference that they were now of legal age to drink. So - of course - the next time they met up, this time with the additional plus one on Bakugo’s side, they met at a bar that was conveniently placed between all of their homes. Because he was somewhat nervous, even though he wouldn’t admit it if you held a gun to his head, Bakugo decided to come ten minutes earlier than the time they had agreed to meet up and ordered drinks for him and his girlfriend. After that, the others slowly joined, first was Sero, then Kirishima, Ashido and Kaminari, but one person stayed missing from the group. Bakugo wanted to ask where you were staying and why you took so long, but when all the attention turned on him and his new relationship the question was lost in the void of his mind. Especially considering that only ten minutes after, the original excitement about meeting Bakugos girlfriend gone for the group, even though they were still milking her with questions, you came in with a small smile on your face like you weren’t even realizing you were late and joined them. Your hot-headed best friend asked you what had taken you so long after you had introduced yourself to the new person in the group and congratulated them on getting together, but you had just shrugged it off as no big deal. Bakugo forgot about it.

Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side, but Bakugo soon realized that that assumption was wrong. All the things he thought would be great about someone as headstrong as he was turned out to be annoyances. The things that he liked about her in the first months soon turned into things he hated with a burning passion. Just once he wanted her to shut up and actually listen to him. It started with small things. Like when he told her that he didn’t want to go out after a particularly rough day at work and she just whined and complained until he had enough and went along, or that one time when the two of them had a normal conversation about a type of food and she completely refused to accept a fact that he told her (and even, later on, found references for) - it wasn’t even like it was something that was against her or her believes, just something she had assumed wrong and still refused to back down about. Just so that she could come out of the fight as the winning party. And it just continued and got more and more, every little thing became a full-blown fight and she seemingly made it her personal mission to disobey and work against him as much as she could. He quickly figured out that you can’t fight fire with fire, that having a stubborn person like himself constantly clash with someone so similar was bound to fail and he hadn’t thought his original belief through. He even talked about it with you and Kirishima, debatably the closest of friends he had, and while you were as shy and quiet as you had been ever since going to school with him and Midoriya, both you and Kirishima agreed that it would be the best for everyone involved if you’d just break things off with her. With that the decision was basically set in stone, the only thing left was actually acting on the words so Bakugo spent the whole way home thinking about how he’d say it, what he’d do. But his mind wasn’t completely on track. Because besides the possible breaking-offs that he went through he also found himself thinking about who would fit better to him and while walking home surrounded by the lights of the city it was like he had an Enlightenment. He never needed someone stubborn, no, he needed someone obedient. Someone who wouldn’t fight him on his every word and would let him protect and care for them. That thought was the beginning of the end. When he finally comes home he’s lucky that he hadn’t yet asked her or had been asked by her if they could move together, but that happiness was quickly ruined by the load of missed calls and messages that she had left him. Exhausted and longing for someone he wasn’t even sure existed he went to bed and decided he’d deal with his little problem the day after. When he left work the next day during his break to catch some air and meet up with you, who worked not too far away in you own little pro-hero themed bakery, the thoughts of the before standing evening were still heavy in his mind, especially his newfound clearance on just what qualities his partner actually had to have. The smell of baked bread and sweets, the smell that somehow had surrounded you ever since you had been a child who played with him and Midoryia on the playground, greeted him in a wave of warm air when she opened the door and the familiar ring of the small bell hanging over it filled his ears. A sense of content filled him that he only had with you. The same content was the reason that you were still friends in the first place. Back when it was still him, Izuku and you, he always felt a bit jealous about how much more you were like Izuku, even though you weren’t quite as curious or cheery as he was, you were still a happy, calm kid with a tendency to stay on the more quiet side. So naturally, people would assume that after Bakugo developed his quirk - and Izuku didn’t, starting a long cycle of bullying and maybe even abuse from the blond hot-head - you would’ve stayed with the little green bean, and so did Bakugo. But he didn’t want that. He liked the feeling he had when he hung out with you and he was different with you, less angry and more tolerable. So he became almost possessive and incredibly jealous when it concerned you. He made sure that you stayed his friend, but - to come to his defence a little bit - he still “let” you be friends with Izuku, just as long as he still got the majority of your attention and love. As you grew up he lost most of that behaviour and exchanged it for a normal level of friendly protectiveness, enough that he made sure that you were okay and texted you almost every day while he was at school, but not as much that you couldn’t have other friends or your own life. Bakugo was especially happy when he introduced you to his other friends the first time and, even though your and their personalities practically crashed against each other, you bonded incredibly fast and became a member of his little squad. Something about these memories made his mind a little bit fuzzy, but everything came to a sudden halt when he heard an all too familiar - at this point almost dreaded - laugh. He felt like he had whiplash at the speed at which his head snapped to the side and he caught sight of his hopefully soon ex-girlfriend standing at the counter in front of a very-clearly confused looking you. His wish to have his peace from her at least until the evening burst into a thousand little bubbles and he found himself confronted by the inevitable. Bakugo planned to take her out of the bakery as to not cause a scene and explain to her that it was over, but everything changed when he heard a comment she made directed towards you before she even knew he was there. It was said in a nice voice, but with a venomous undertone, a comment about how weird it was that a Pro-Hero like Bakugo, someone so great and influential, was spending any time with a push-over like you. Something inside him snapped and he had to admit that his now definitely ex-girlfriends shoulder most likely didn’t stay unharmed at how hard he tugged at it to turn her around, not to mention the added pops of explosions that he couldn’t - and just maybe didn’t want to - hold back. He ended things right there and then, leaving her running out of the bakery crying and you looking at him shocked. Bakugo almost expected you to have a go at him about how horrible he behaved and about how mean he was, but you said nothing. Well, not nothing, no, you did say something. You thanked him - in a rather timid voice - for defending you. It was at this moment Bakugo realized what had always been before him.

Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side, but he found himself proven wrong when he suddenly saw that the person he needed was you. His quiet, shy, obedient best friend. No, you were always more than that and he had just never realized it. You were his soulmate. Yes, why else did you fit together to perfection in his mind? Not to mention that you definitely needed him. Your quirk wasn’t anything that could be used in a fight - not that he wanted you anywhere near a fight anyways - and you tended to let people walk and talk over you (which admittedly is somewhat his fault too, since he tended to walk and talk over you quite a lot in your life) so you needed someone to protect and care for you, right? Someone like him. When he looked at you from then on he felt something he had never, ever, felt before. Desperation, almost a need, to have you with him, no, even more: To have you. At first, he realized that what he was thinking wasn’t completely right, that all these thoughts about scooping you up and bringing you away, somewhere no-one else could get to, weren’t normal. But even as he fell back into a similar behaviour pattern of possessiveness, jealousness and obsessiveness that he had already shown in his childhood you never complained, never drew back from him. So clearly, you must love him too right? You must want him to be with you, to take you away. After that it’s only a question of time until kidnapping you - or saving you as he sees it - becomes a completely rational thing for Bakugo to do. He’ll buy a house not too far away from the city so that he could still be at work on time, but in a neighbourhood where you weren’t in any danger and he made it completely escape-proof. He told himself that it was to keep any intruders out, but really even he knew that it was to keep you in. He couldn’t even bear the thought of not seeing you for a day at this point. He’ll take you when you least expect it and he’ll make sure that no-one ever finds out that he was the one who took you. He’ll even lead the investigations and join the search parties that he and his friends would surely organise, but nothing would ever come from it. At least not until you finally realized that he hadn’t lost his mind, that you were meant for him, and accepted your spot at his side. Then he’d miraculously find a long-forgotten hint that would lead him right to were you were being kept and he’d accept you into his house after your apartment and bakery have long been sold to someone else and it wouldn’t be too unbelievable that you just happened to fall in love with him then, right? Of course, he knew it would take a while until that could happen, he knew that it must be hard for you to come to terms with just how much the two of you loved each other and - even though he’d rather have you already back to your calm, happy, obedient self - he was willing to live through your little tantrums and moods until you finally settled down with him. It was bound to happen sooner or later…

Bakugo had never needed someone stubborn by his side, he now knows, he had needed you.

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olivinesea · 4 years ago

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In the Golden Dark, pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2

a/n: I believe this is called a slow burn. Sorry to keep you waiting, it wasn’t intentional. I just keep getting pulled in to all the details and the thing grows. It’ll wrap up in the part after this one. Enjoy :) ~2.5k

i thought i’d ride all the same roads and skies for mercy’s sake, would you look at your life

No matter how drawn out, how difficult a case was, there was a routine to their return flights. Everyone boarded and retreated to their favorite place. Especially if the case ended poorly, people needed time to themselves to decompress. The jet wasn’t all that large but it had enough seats for them to spread out if they needed to. Creatures of habit, they often ended up picking the same spots each time, drawing peace from the standard arrangement. This trip however Morgan managed to sprain his ankle while chasing the unsub and Reid graciously gave him the couch where he would normally curl up so Morgan could elevate and ice his ankle. As an alternative he picked a seat next to the window and jumped when Hotch appeared next to him. They exchanged a quick look, Hotch silently checking that it was okay for him to take the neighboring seat. It was a new behavior, he never would have given sitting next to Spencer a second thought before. But now, there were too many exposed edges, too much risk of rogue electric currents to simply slip down beside each other like they might have in the past.

Spencer looked at him, eyes glazed with exhaustion. Confused, he didn’t recognize that Hotch’s hesitation was due to a question of his comfort. When it clicked he nodded quickly, waving his hand in manner that was meant to be an invitation but was a little too abrupt not to appear frantic. He hated how clearly his nerves showed sometimes and made an effort not to fidget as Hotch settled beside him. He tried to study Hotch’s face from the corner of his eye, jealous of the way he was always able to remain so impassive. He knew this wasn’t just a lack of feeling but rather a controlled effort, something that he put on each day same as his suits and gun holsters. Right now he was wishing he could read the other man’s thoughts. Hotch noticed him watching and quirked up the corner of his mouth in a small smile. Perplexed, Spencer sat back into the seat, wanting to pull his long legs up to his chest but there simply wasn’t the room for it. Instead he hugged his arms around his torso, letting the soft pressure try to calm his racing heart. He’d been on edge since that afternoon. Since he’d slipped.

The first time he had used the name Aaron it had felt strange, like a stone rolling around in his mouth. It had started not long after their late night calls had become a regular thing. He could tell it was something consequential but he couldn’t completely comprehend the dimensions of it. He was shy to call the other man by his first name. But Aaron had encouraged it, finding he enjoyed hearing this different shading of his name.

Too often in his life he’d heard that name inflected with anger, with disgust. He’d learned to hate it, to pull his shields in tighter whenever someone used it. Haley had made a difference, infusing his name with the love he had deserved and been denied. Over many years of careful diligence she had managed to loosen the strangled way his mind had tied his name to his failures, his ever present self-loathing. Now with her gone he’d had no problem rejoining the two. He’d never blame her but their parting words, the anger she’d been too fed up to hide had poured into her voice, into that which she’d worked so hard to rehabilitate. The last time he’d heard her say his name he knew he’d lost her and that it had been his own fault.

Since then he’d been only Hotch. He liked it that way. Hotch was strong and capable and didn’t let people down. Occasionally Dave would call him Aaron and he would press his mouth together and accept whatever advice he was about to receive. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but it was a good indicator of Dave’s state of mind so he let that be the relevant information and ignored the feelings it caused to swirl around, a vortex threatening to pull him under.

But when Spencer said it, at first with hesitation but increasingly more confidence, he felt an entirely new emotion. The syllables ran along the same nerve endings that lit up his spine and constricted his lungs whenever he looked at Spencer. It was a feeling that only grew as they became closer, as more of the barriers between them dissolved. When Spencer called him Aaron it sounded like hope.

Which was all well and good at midnight, on the phone or in the too bright lights of an empty diner. In that liminal world it was only natural for them to use softer words for one another. But they had continued to confine those developments to the spaces outside the office, outside the team. Neither would consider it a secret but it remained unspoken, perhaps because they were both too afraid of breaking the spell. They were careful to keep things as they had always been when they were in front of the others. Spencer remained Reid and Aaron was never anyone but Hotch.

Until earlier that afternoon, worn down by the action of the field, the adrenaline of the take down fading away, Reid had made a mistake. It had been small, likely no one had noticed, no one had even been paying attention when, needing the other man’s opinion on which file some forms belonged to, he had called to him.

“Hey, Aaron.”

He hadn’t realized what he’d done until he saw the line of Hotch’s shoulders become rigid beneath his suit jacket. Hotch stiffly turned away from Rossi and Morgan—they’d been reviewing the plan for getting everyone packed up and on the jet headed home as soon as possible. Without a word Hotch raised an eyebrow at Reid, who, mortified, had entirely forgotten what his question had been.

“Reid?” he prompted.

Spencer blinked quickly, looking at the papers in his hands. “Nevermind,” he muttered. When he glanced up again Hotch was still looking at him, his expression unreadable. It made Spencer nervous. Hotch turned and rejoined the conversation with the other two, settling an argument about who would drive who where before it became too heated. Spencer stayed quiet the rest of the time they were at the precinct. Stuck in his mind, he repeated the moment over and over, telling himself this was probably it. This was the moment where he broke things, the moment he showed he wasn’t able to handle himself the way he should. He became convinced that Hotch was mad at him, that he had somehow betrayed his confidence. He became convinced he would never be forgiven.

By the time he sat himself next to the window on the jet, staring out into the inky darkness, he was resigned to having lost. He expected, if he was brave enough to try, that the door they had opened between them would now be locked, that any calls would go unanswered. All because he had been a little careless, had inadvertently shared something they had wordlessly agreed was private. So he was startled when Hotch moved to sit next to him. With that small smile the man had all but short circuited the wires in Spencer’s brain. He didn’t know what to make of it, though history told him not to hope for too much. Everyone reached their limit with him, it was only a matter of time.

They were quiet through take off, as people settled into whatever distraction they could. Then, so quietly it barely crossed the threshold of his awareness, Hotch heard Spencer say something. “Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, only a little louder, afraid that even this would be unwelcome.

He leaned back and studied Spencer’s defeated expression, the way he was avoiding eye contact. He should have noticed before, should have known how an instant could get replayed by that perfect memory, morphing into something far more than it needed to be. Hoping he wasn’t too late to counteract the powerful force of self-doubt, he said, “It’s okay, Spencer.”

Spencer might have needed more reassurance; after all, he’d spent the last few hours telling himself that he’d irreparably fucked things up. But the way his name sounded coming out of Aaron’s mouth was all the assurance he needed. He sighed, relief tingling warmly through his fingertips. The tension that had kept his breaths shallow, his mind locked in a tight spiral, finally drained away and the disparaging thoughts became the words he’d been given, repeating gently like the waves on a lake shore. It’s ok, Spencer, it’s ok.

The air between them now calm, Hotch returned to his work. Spencer tried to make himself comfortable, shifting until he’d wedged himself satisfyingly into the corner of the seat and the wall. He craved the security of having the solid world pressing against him. The couch was ideal for this, the seats less so, but he made it work. Idly he watched Hotch working on paperwork. He was mesmerized by his hands; how he scratched words onto the page, sometimes signing quickly, hand moving sharply like the readout of a heart monitor. Before long Spencer’s eyelids grew heavy and he didn’t resist as he was pulled in by sleep.

Hotch wasn’t sure what time it was, not bothered enough to pull out his phone to check. He knew it was late and he was fairly confident they were somewhere over Texas. He rubbed his eyes then flipped through the remaining forms. They were all standard documentation, things he could probably do in his sleep. Which was good since he wasn’t all that focused. Like Spencer, his mind kept returning to that moment earlier. He didn’t want Spencer to feel bad, that certainly wouldn’t be fair. But it had drawn his attention to an issue he had been avoiding.

What was between them had been going on for months now. It hadn’t crossed into anything physical, anything overt. But he was an intelligent person, he knew where this was going. He’d allowed himself the briefest of thoughts, imagining what it might be like to touch another person again. He wanted to find out. But that meant they needed to decide how they wanted to handle this. He knew he didn’t want to live a secret life. Spencer didn’t belong lumped in with everything else he kept hidden. That would likely only lead somewhere disastrous. No, if they were going to do it, he wanted to go at it full measure. That thought warmed his heart a little, color rising to his cheeks. However, a pleasant feeling didn’t change the complexities. What would it mean for the team, for their families? It was so much easier not to involve anyone else.

As Hotch wrestled with his thoughts, Spencer’s hands started to twitch. He let out a small whimper as his face twisted, something in his dreams frightening him. Without thinking, Hotch reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing softly as he made quiet calming noises. Spencer froze before relaxing, his face becoming slack as the dream passed and left him with only the white noise of deep sleep. Hotch rubbed his thumb across the back of Spencer’s hand, the skin pale and smooth. It looked so small in his own hand, delicate, fragile even. He looked up only to meet Rossi’s gaze, questioning him from an opposing corner. He felt the heat return to his face but he didn’t let go, only shrugged and returned to his paperwork. If he could do it in his sleep he could do it with one hand just as well he supposed. He’d made his choice and he intended to hold on to it.

Dave caught up to him as they walked through the parking garage.

“Hey,” he hissed, placing a hand on Hotch’s shoulder to slow him down.

Hotch stopped abruptly. Anyone who didn’t know him as well as Dave did wouldn’t have realized how the quick reflexes, the instant change in trajectory was only a cover. How it was all his awareness traveling quickly through his muscles to stop the revealing flinch, the instinct to draw into himself and become a smaller target. Immobility was the only way to prevent that reaction from getting out. He’d perfected it over the years, one of dozens of ways he hid in plain sight. Now it seemed more imposing than anything else, to suddenly have the full, none too pleased attention of a six foot plus giant.

Normally Dave wouldn’t have done that, startled him with a touch from outside his field of vision. But Dave had questions and he wasn’t entirely pleased with having to ask these questions. Hotch turned his head to watch Dave come around and block his path to the elevators.

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” Hotch asked icily. He was tired and he just wanted to be home, away from people, away from questions. There was so much interaction when they went into the field. Never a moment to himself to think, to reset. He always had to be on when they were working a case, and though he was able to do it, once it was over all he could think of was shutting out the world completely.

“You know what I’m talking about, Aaron.”

Hotch flinched at his name, not expecting it to be used as a weapon, not prepared to have that moment thrown in his face so soon. Dave looked at him expectantly.

“I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?” Dave was incredulous, trying to keep his volume down it came out sounding strangled.

Hotch glared at him for several seconds before relenting. He looked down at his feet, feeling fatigue pulling him into the ground.

“I do. Please, Dave.” He looked up and he was begging Rossi to understand, to see that this was something good, something special.

Rossi was skeptical but couldn’t deny he was moved by the look in Hotch’s eyes. He hadn’t looked so alive in a long time, like there was something he wanted, something he was willing to fight for. Eventually Rossi relented. Who was he to judge anyone for their choices in a partner?

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he said gruffly but it was all an act. Honestly he’d accept anything that made Aaron happy, anything that kept him with them a little longer. This wasn’t hurting anyone. If those two idiots wanted go down this road, it was none of his business. He’d done his due diligence and Hotch could make his own decisions. He hoped for everyone’s sake it was worth it.

~Part 4~

#Criminal Minds #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #spencer reid #hotchreid

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nctsiren · 4 years ago

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HYEYOUNG x JOHNNY

hyonny best couple i don’t make the rules i just enforce them

(yes i know this is a shit edit but this was requested and im excited so THIS IS FOR YOU ANON ILY)

PLEASE lmk what you think!! if u ever have any questions about them (or any of the ocs or reqs) i encourage you to send me asks! thank u loves, enjoy!!❣️

TAGLIST (hmu to join! applies to all of my ocs): @moonbeamsung @aqueenieme @atinygracie @jinsoulorbitzen12 @btshook

THE BEGINNING:

hyeyoung met johnny in 2017, a bit after he debuted in 127

he came around the training center, since he had trained for so long and had friends there

he also liked to meet new trainees! he’s a super kind guy, he wants to try to be support for them, since he trained for So Long

when he first saw her he thought she was gorgeous

and vice versa, yknow. she was shy because he was a Debuted Idol AND a Handsome Man

yeah they both found each other attractive and that was. about it yknow? for a while

THEN in 2019, rumor was that hyeyoung would join an nct female unit

she was already friends with mila and lily, having trained with mila, and lily was friendly with trainees

but she started talking to the guys more, meeting them properly and getting used to them

and johnny was so .. you know how he is

she fell really quick tbh

lily noticed this QUICKLY and did what she could to make them interact and she THOUGHT she is what got them together

but johnny was texting her on the low .. he loved her the minute he had his first conversation (in person) with her

THE ~TALKING~ STAGE:

johnny is a Romantic™️ and we all know it

so this man COURTED her like a damn maiden

hyeyoung, evie, and gem: *arrive at the siren dorms and open the door*

hyeyoung, evie, and gem: ...

evie: hyeyoung who sent you twenty vases of roses

no that IS NOT A JOKE

literally an old movie romance, complete with the yearning and such

he always texted her good morning and good night

sent her coffee or tea on the low while she was training

“hello beautiful”

hyeyoung was lovestruck. she felt able to actually talk to him after a bit, and it was so easy for her to trust and feel close to him

she got shy when he did big gestures or sweet things- but it was making her fall HARD

and johnny? well he wasn’t MUCH better just more composed outwardly

our smooth, flirty bastard john ..

would absolutely GUSH about her to the members. smiling like an IDIOT at his phone

once lily said she couldn’t hang out because hye wasn’t feeling good and johnny’s heart DROPPED he didn’t know what to do

come to think of it he hasn’t gotten a text from her in a while :((

didnt she say she hadn’t had pizza lately?

and that’s how johnny ended up at the trainee girls’ dorm at 11pm with a pizza. and the dark chocolate she liked.

he watched a movie in hyeyoung’s room with her ALONE and she leaned into his side so

tbh it wasn’t a bad night

HOW HYONNY BECAME OFFICIAL:

hyeyoung was fr wondering if this would be anything

she was thinking about her career, yeah, but her heart YEARNED for him. she was falling in love with everything about him

she didn’t need the grand gestures, she just needed him

and, it probably goes without saying, but so did johnny

he stopped by her practice room with evie and gem one day

he had just finished his own practice and called hye closer to the door of the practice room she was in with the girls

cue lily practically shaking with excitement

“i don’t think this will seem out of the blue... do you wanna get dinner, sometime? as an actual date this time”

the smile she gave him nearly made poor john’s heart stop

“i thought you’d never ask” she responded, stepping on her tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek

CHEESY SMILE until jaehyun pulls him away

“howd it go, romeo?”

then they heard the girls squealing audibly and talking at the speed of light

“oh no big deal. just the most beautiful amazing woman on the planet likes me back”

NOW KITH:

the first date was literally later that night, in hyeyoung’s room, with takeout and the nicest red wine johnny could find

tbh he couldn’t wait and she was free that night

“keep the door unlocked!” - evie

the two just talked and laughed and the movie on the background was ignored

hyeyoung was used to feeling shy with people, but she was so comfortable early on. it felt right

and yeah the night DID end with them making out

with the door locked, screw you evie (johnny’s words, not hyeyoung’s)

they fell into being a couple very easily

they told the company a few months in to make life easier and surprisingly .. they were pretty okay with it, though they obviously had guidelines

they couldn’t be seen alone in public (sometimes they break that rule with masks and hats and disguises since the managers will let them sometimes)

a lot of their dates are in the siren dorms because it’s quieter and all of the girls have their own rooms

she comes around to the 127 dorms a lot

they couldn’t interact more than she would interact with the others, and absolutely no pda

((tbh with mila and lily, it’s more acceptable, since they grew up with their members, but the other three have stricter rules .. evie almost breaks them sometimes tho. and sometimes the guys will give casual, familial hugs to them))

they said they loved each other a few months in

johnny said it first, and hyeyoung said it back immediately

it was natural. they fully and truly love each other

they will 1000% percent get married, and they will do so whenever they can in the future

they want to keep their relationship quiet just because hyeyoung’s career has JUST started

but johnny wants to reveal it as soon as the company lets them because he wants the world to know he loves her with all of his heart

johnny’s parents have only met her over facetime, and they already love her. she talks to johnny’s mom a lot too

he has met her parents and siblings, and obviously they love him

her dad is protective though since she’s his youngest daughter and his baby

johnny is still big on keeping the romance alive and planning things for her, always telling her how much he loves her, and showing physical affection

hyeyoung is a softer type of girlfriend, and she is big on quality time and expressing to him how much she loves him.

they will never, ever doubt how much they love each other. forever type shit

HYONNYCORE

johnny and hyeyoung ARE mom and dad

especially to hyuck. hyeyoung LOVES him and thinks he can literally do no harm, similar to how she is with lily

mark used to have a crush on hyeyoung hehe but i think we ALL know he’s interested in someone else now ..

taeyong, yuta, lily, hyuck, jaemin, evie, ten, jungwoo, taeil, chenle, hendery, and yangyang are their biggest shippers. they believe in hyonny supremacy

jaehyun is OBVIOUSLY happy for his bro but he’s a chill, cool dude y’know ..

he’s johnny’s go-to though and he and hyeyoung have a very sweet friendship, jaehyun always looks out for her and makes sure she’s okay

johnny will be chill about the eventual rumors about hyeyoung and jaehyun tho because he knows there’s nothing there, and as far as he is concerned, that means that their relationship is safer without any lights on them

they aren’t jealous people (AHEM take note lily AHEM)

the two of them will still flirt with fans, and they rate each other’s flirty comments to fans

“nah, baby, that’s basic. be smoother”

“john, they literally just asked me to tell them i love them”

yeah they’re teased tho and you KNOW they are

ten is CRAZY dude he was already big on the innuendos but now .. goodness

he doesn’t step out of line tho and he’s more subtle and would never do anything to harass them (well mainly not hyeyoung because flashbacks to “i wanna have xxxx with you fatass! love you forever darling” johnten always wilding)

y’know that clip from stranger thing when that dude asks jonathan how the pull out was... “the couch”. yeah. stuff like that from ten

hyuck doesn’t tease them much surprisingly! because again. mom and dad

i can sum up mark in a single sentence:

“you guys are, like, perfect for each other, y’know? i’m happy for you guys, seriously.”

yuta teases sometimes, but chenji is RUTHLESS

if hyonny even looks at each other they’re like OOOOO HEHE GET A ROOM

most of wayv is .. well .. we know how wayv is

taeyong is so warm to them about it all and it’s super sweet. taeil loves them together and is unintentionally funny saying things about young people and love

the girls are PROTECTIVE of hyeyoung even tho they know johnny is perfect for her

lily is in a permanent state of trying to square up with johnny and hyeyoung thinks it’s funny

they have great reception overall, everyone loves them

sm family loves them TOO and heechul is the REAL captain of their fan club and red velvet as a whole loves them together

do you know how many times they hear “awwwh cute!”

spoiler: it’s a lot

GOD the two try to help lily with her love life and she hates it

they’ll end up trying to help everyone but lily is their focus

they have lots of couple-isms

“baby” “love” “honey” stuff like that

they have inside jokes

SO MANY PICTURES OF EACH OTHER

fashionable ass couple

he watches old films with her

they’re the type of couple to slow dance in the middle of the kitchen

they both know like. they know what the other would order from where, what to do for them after a long/hard day

she knows how to make his coffee perfectly

johnny knows what temperature she likes her baths/showers and what wine she’ll enjoy most

hyeyoung knows where johnny’s back is most tense and his slight change in posture when he needs a massage

they know each other’s style, and they surprise each other with little gifts

they basically know each other like the back of their hand. two halves of the same whole

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babyflossy · 5 years ago

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strangers once again | l.ty

pairing: taeyong x reader

requested: yep, my whole ask box is angst atm lol

summary: sleeping with your best friend was never going to end well, you knew that, but you didn’t think it would end this badly (a.k.a taeyong realises his feelings for you after you’ve moved on)

genre/warnigns: angst, sexual references (not explicit), kinda sad i guess?

word count: 2k

perhaps sleeping with your best friend wasn't the best idea, you'll admit. these circumstances only ever had a happy ending in the movies you watched, in the books you read as a hopelessly romantic teenager. in the real world, they only ever ended in heartache and painful longing. and as much as you hated to admit it, this was the real world, there were no soft edges, no plush cushions for you to hit when you fell. only sharp edges and cold, unforgiving rock bottoms.

in your first philosophy class of the semester, a tall boy with baby pink had slipped into the seat next to you, a shy smile on his face. your friendship with lee taeyong, as he would later introduce himself, suddenly became a steadily increasing positive in your life. you shared everything, from food to your darkest secrets, taeyong was the one person you trusted with every fibre of your being. at three in the morning when you were too scared to walk to the convince store alone, he would offer to go with you; when he needed help with his math homework you would offer emotional, not academic, support; every thursday night was a movie night for the two of you. the movies were always trashy, regardless of who's turn it was to pick. if it was taeyong's week, you would wrap yourselves in blankets and watch the newest rom com, passing each other tissues when the sad parts came on, but if it was your week, a fast-paced action movie would play in the background of your conversations, forgotten. friday night house parties followed your nights in, the only time you would ever get dressed up and go out together.

these weekly parties were the downfall of your gradually strengthening relationship with taeyong, however. in the beginning, they were nothing but a way to release the stress of a week of classes, but they grew to be something much more troublesome. every friday after your last class you would get ready, getting dressed into whatever skin-tight and uncomfortable outfit your roommate insisted you had to wear, and meet taeyong outside your dorm building. the two of you would arrive at the parties together, drinking and dancing together and eventually stumble into whoever's dorm was closest, waking up to find yourself tangled in his arms, head slotted so perfectly against his neck.

you couldn't exactly place when things started to change, but if you had to guess, it would be sometime after he stopped coming home with you. every week a different girl would wobble her way back to his bedroom, dress sleeves slipping down before she even entered, emerging hours later, neck covered in dark purple love bites. from the start you knew it shouldn't have made you as jealous as it did, so you did what everyone does when they realise they're falling for their best friend; you ignored it. you avoided your feelings, you avoided the parties, but most of all, you avoided taeyong.

it didn't take long for your best friend to grasp what you were doing. he saw the way you started to talk to the people around you in your shared classes, instead of him, and how you suddenly had plans every thursday night. he noticed it all, but he couldn't figure out the reason for your sudden reluctance to be alone with him.

after weeks of excuses and poorly thought out lies taeyong managed to corner you in the kitchen of some stuck-up frat boy's luxuriously decorated apartment. the drinks you had already consumed made your head fuzzy and blocked out your rational thoughts. the only thing you could focus on was the hurt look covering taeyong's face, his wide eyes sad and puppy-like in nature. it pulled at your heartstrings in a way you knew would only cause trouble.

after a few moments of silence, a few moments of taeyong talking softly whilst you tried to stop your eyes dropping to his pouting lips, you couldn't bear it anymore. you had already ruined your friendship, what more did you have to lose? with shaking hands you wrapped an arm around his neck, ignoring the way his eyes widened a fraction. all sensible thoughts deserted you, your mind only able to focus on the closing distance between you and the confused boy in front of you.

kissing taeyong was everything you expected, and more. his lips were warm against yours and one of his hands came down to tilt your jaw upwards, the other falling down to rest on your waist. the new angle of your head meant taeyong could deepen the kiss, sighing into your mouth when you knotted your hands in his now neon green hair and tugged slightly. time seemed to accelerate as your lips molded against his, the lipgloss you were wearing sweet in your mouths. minutes later taeyong decided your lips weren't enough and broke away from you, panting, only to trial delicate pecks down your neck. his lips got hungrier, the like pecks morphing into hot, open-mouthed, desperate kisses that made your knees weak. you moaned when he hit a particularly sensitive spot under your ear, and he backed you against the wall to stop you falling.

it should have stopped there, you now know. but there was something irresistible about the noises he made when you pressed his body closer yours that made you unable to stop. not an ounce of trepidation passed through you as taeyong pulled you towards one of the remaining bedrooms in the house. you couldn't bring yourself to worry about the state of your friendship, or your heart for that matter, as he pressed you carefully down onto the freshly made sheets of the king-size bed, or later when he made you come undone over and over again, gasping nothing but his name. the way he moaned your name in return would forever be engrained in your brain.

your avoidance of taeyong quickly turned into skipping your shared classes, carefully planning when to walk where to prevent bumping into him. your attempts didn't go unnoticed by the man in question, and you were soon cornered again, this time with nowhere to hide.

taeyong stood in the middle of your dorm room, a deep frown creasing his eyebrows. you struggled to think clearly, his sad expression making your brain short circuit. his hands are fiddling with the sleeves of the black hoodie he's wearing, and you wonder momentarily if you look as nervous as he does. "why are you ignoring me?" excuses shot through your head as you tried to find the one that would cause the least damage, only to come up empty. you can do nothing open and close your mouth, clueless as to what to say. "do you regret it? is that it?"

did you regret it? in some sense, you think you must have regretted it, even if that regret was outweighed by the uncomfortable flipping of your stomach. before that night in the frat house your friendship could have been salvaged, but now you knew there was no chance.

"no, i don't regret it–"

"then why are you ignoring me, y/n?" he was shouting now, and you were suddenly aware of how this must have hurt him. as much as he had been your rock whenever you needed someone to rely on, you were his. and you had abandoned him. the inner turmoil was clear on your face and tears started to fill your eyes as you truly understood what you had done. this was all your fault. "did i do something? because if i did, you need to tell me–"

"i'm in love with you," although he was still shouting, your quiet words easily registered in his head. frozen, he waited for you to continue, ignoring the tears now pouring down your face. you had kept this in for too long, watched him flirt and date and sleep with so many other girls that weren't you, and you needed him to know it. the only way you could diminish the hopelessness in your chest was to make him understand your reasons, "okay? are you happy now?" you hiss, voice quickly rising to the volume his had previously been, but you couldn't look at him. instead, you focused your teary gaze on the photos you pinned up over your desk; you and taeyong at the beach, you and taeyong on the ferris wheel, you and taeyong… you and taeyong… the memories accompanying the photos drifted through your head, days of unbelievable warmth, happiness. the time you spent with taeyong made you forget the hardships in your life, like a lighthouse guiding you to safety. "i've been in love with you for months, taeyong, months. every time you brought a girl home, it killed me, okay? so forgive me if i didn't want to watch anymore."

the air was still as you waited for him to say something, anything. the strength to look up evaded you, and you stayed focusing on the once happy memories printed out on your wall. oh, how that had changed now. but taeyong didn't say anything. the sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts, only just seeing the back of his brightly coloured hair before the door slid shut. it clicked closed loudly, the sound echoing in the now cold room, shutting out the voices from outside. shutting out taeyong.

the next few weeks were hell for taeyong. locked away in his head, he would spend hours at a time missing you, thinking back to your soft, sweet lips against his. reminiscing on the days you spent at the school library, muffling your laughs in your hands so you wouldn't be kicked out. about all the times you would sneak into the basketball court after dark to see who could shoot from further away. about the cafes you had tried out together, the museums you visited together, the late-night car rides with no destination in mind. he didn't know why he left you in your apartment that day you confessed to him, and weeks later he couldn't fathom it. under his carefully crafted exterior, he knew he was scared. he was scared to ruin it with you, to break your heart like he had been doing so well before. in his eyes he would be nothing but trouble for you. and so, he buried his emotions, as per usual, moving on and trying anything to forget about you.

only when taeyong saw you on a date with someone else, your outgoing history partner, did he truly fathom his mistakes. you when you were laughing at something they said, the careless laugh you used to save for him – eyes crinkled at the corners, hand not covering your mouth – and he knew you had moved on. he had waited too long and destroyed whatever was left of his chance to make things right again. a weight settled in his chest as he watched you drag your hand down the boy's arm, interlocking your fingers and kissing his knuckles with a content smile on your face. as much as it hurt him, you looked happy. it was a stark contrast to the last time he had seen your face, red and blotchy with tears, lips quivering as you tried to supress your quiet sobs.

as much as it pained him, he knew you were better off without him. you would be happier with someone other than him at your side. his heart ached when he realised the two of you were nothing more than strangers again. he had nothing left of you than those cherished memories. nothing more than strangers with lasting memories.

a/n: one of the first fics i’ve edited lmao

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datawyrms · 5 years ago

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Thief

Dannymay 202 Day 29: Heat

It had been a gradual thing. Keeping away and avoiding too much physical contact only made sense if you had a nasty habit of vanishing limbs and passing into already occupied spaces. It had been the right thing to do, the safest way to act. It wasn’t weird for a teenager to start being a bit more insistent on less physical affection from their parents as they figured themselves out, as Jazz put it. Setting boundaries, or something like that. Now, though? He had a grip on those unnatural powers, it wasn’t really a risk. He shouldn’t shy away from friendly contact anymore, honestly. Yet he did. Hugs and holding meant heat and warmth and the quiet reminder of how cold he was.

Being like this was way better than being dead. He couldn’t really imagine just being human again either. So why did the natural heat of warm blooded creatures get him jealous? It was stupid, he was still alive. He still had a heartbeat and warmth in his body, just not as much. Just a little bit colder, not so much that anyone would notice if they weren’t looking for it.

Not that it mattered that he knew all this. The reaction didn’t care about logic or being reasonable. It was like a little monster scrabbling in his chest, long seeking claws straining from behind his rib cage, desperately trying to reach out and steal the warmth and life of whoever had more than a hand on him. Like if it could only reach he’d stop being cold and be whole again. The feeling wasn’t his, it shouldn’t be his, but it couldn’t be from anything else.

He couldn’t tell anyone about it. He’d sound like a monster. A freak at the very least. It was easier to just avoid contact, he had practically perfected dodging straying arms. The disappointed looks were easier to ignore. He got those for lots of reasons nowadays anyway. Dash, bully that he was continued to be a nuisance, but if he could avoid getting pinned to the lockers or otherwise grabbed it wasn’t a big deal. It would be so easy to retaliate. He could take over his body with a thought, freeze an arm solid and shatter it on a whim and just listen to the bully scream and wail as the life giving blood left the body to cool.

He’d never do that. Yet he could. Easily. The scrabbling always reminded him of that. You’re cold and wrong, not like them. You don’t belong. The more it shrieked for the contact, the warmth, the love and attention, the harder he shoved any of it away. It was wrong, you don’t deserve it, can’t you feel how you’re stealing from them? It isn’t meant for a ghost in a human skin. Not for a leech.

The fact sweltering weather was a suffocating weight only proved it. Goths might simmer, but apparently ghosts just slumped. He’d been more on Tucker’s side before, enjoying the hot summer days, but the very idea of the tropics now made him want to make a pile of ice and sleep on it. Why couldn’t he even be consistent? If he wanted warmth, why did getting it because it was the height of summer exhaust him? Mom and Dad probably had some scientific reason for that. Some other ghosts might even know. Or they might not, half ghosts weren’t exactly common. He probably cared too much, was thinking about it too much. So what if some preferences changed? Lots of people didn’t like heat waves.

Why couldn’t he kid himself into ignoring the small changes? It wasn’t a big deal. Yet warmth had somehow tangled itself with his perception of life, and he couldn’t manage to get them separate again. It was nonsensical, he knew that. Of course the summers were more taxing, he had ice powers. Ice powers that had almost managed to deep freeze him before figuring them out. It didn’t mean there was more life in the world than a dead thing like him could stand. He knew that. He KNEW that.

Maybe Spectra had been more right than he thought. Who’d care for a thing like you indeed. You don’t even make sense to yourself.

He grew colder. More noticeable. Which only caused worry and concern and warmth from his friends again that he had to struggle to fend off. He was fine. Of course he was colder, his powers kept growing. They were worrying over nothing. Yet still they insisted with the worry and care and the thing under his ribs just wanted it so badly that he had to flee. It would steal from them, it would hurt them, couldn’t they feel how it wanted to latch on to them and steal that warmth for himself?

“So, do you think all ghosts are evil?”

She’d cornered him in the kitchen to ask that? “No. That’s Mom and Dad, Jazz” he muttered, trying to figure out a way to get past her without walking through walls.

“Really? We’ve all noticed you’re avoiding us,” she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and he flinched backwards, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t touch me.”

“See, like that! You don’t need to hide from us, but you’re doing it anyway.”

“Yeah. It’s called brothers not wanting their nosy sister touching them. I’m not seven anymore,” he crossed his arms, wondering if he kept them folded that it would keep the scrabbling thing trapped.

“You look scared, not annoyed. What are you afraid of?” her eyes were searching for something in his face. Why did she have to be so nosy? Why couldn’t she just shrug and give up like Mom and Dad?

“You’re seeing things,”. The counter was cool against his back. Maybe he should just slip through it, get away from the heat in front of him.

“No I’m not. Are you going to tell me or should we all just keep asking until we guess?”

“You can waste your time if you want.” It was hard to ignore how her worry, concern and affection tainted the air, how it awoke the cold thing inside him. How it delighted in having someone suffer on his account. He should leave.

Jazz frowned at him, edging closer despite his efforts to gain more distance, “You know the cold doesn’t bother us, you don’t need to be ashamed or anything.”

Easy for her to say. She didn’t hear or feel the starving refrain of want. Of course it was bad, of course he had to make sure it didn’t hurt anyone. That he didn’t hurt anyone. “I’m not. Are we done yet?”

The scowl was expected. Considering how much she harped on boundaries, the hug was not. Heat and safety, worry propelled by love and it was for him and he could take it. It would be so easy to just stay there, or hug back. He couldn't, that was stealing, it would hurt, these cravings and thoughts were ghostly and wrong and he wouldn’t hurt them. That gave him enough sense to phase free of her, eyes wild.

“I said don’t touch me!”

“Are you afraid of us?” She looked a little hurt, but he could feel the worry coming like waves. Still caring too much about how he felt when she’d been in danger.

“Now you’re just making stuff up. I don’t like being hugged, okay?” Lying had become almost second nature by now, but judging by her eyes she wasn’t buying it.

“You seemed to pretty okay with it until you panicked.” He felt strangely like a specimen trapped on a tray as she pondered, watching him. Why did she have to keep digging and pushing? “You’re afraid of yourself?”

He snorted. “Really? No. There’s nothing wrong, you’re just being nosy.”

“So if I grabbed your hand right now, you wouldn’t try pulling it away with that panicked look on your face.”

Shoot. How could he squirm out of this, she’d just keep pressing and pushing and caring and the thing in him might finally snap his ribcage if it was constantly tasting the heat in the air. Slow your thoughts down. Yet he couldn’t. “No. It’s stealing.”

Something in that only seemed to strengthen Jazz’s resolve. “What do you think you’re stealing?”

“The heat. I’m cold. I can’t-” he tried to keep his voice low, holding his head in his hands. He shouldn’t be admitting this, shouldn’t let her know how much of a freak he was.

Being hugged again was startling. “Danny. You’re not stealing if we’re giving it to you.” Her voice was firm and would not take any argument, the warmth in it almost stronger than the emotions he felt and craved and wanted so very badly. Surely this hurt her, to have some half human thing clinging back. His emotions weren’t warm like life, not healthy and needed, she wouldn’t want them.

Yet she didn’t seem any colder even after letting go. Even as his insides purred and muscles relaxed from feeling wanted, safe and important.

“Are-are you sure?”

“We’ve always been sharing how we feel Danny. You’re just a little more sensitive to it now. You aren’t stealing, you dork.” she ruffled his hair and the warmth only reinforced the contented hum instead of awakening the starving scrabbling.

He wished he could know for sure. Yet this did feel better for now, at least.

#dannymay2020 #Danny Phantom #jazz fenton #my stuff #silly ghost headcanons #how does one react to being way more in tune with other's emotions?#BADLY #reposting because tag keeps EATING IT lol #gotta love tumblr's inane brokeness

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laceymorganwrites · 5 years ago

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Our revelation

Word Count: 1,103

Pairing: Itachi x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Itachi were childhood Friends, but years have passed and Things have changed. Or have they?

It wasn´t easy keeping up with Itachi. When you were children, you were on par with him a little while, but soon he accelerated ahead of you. He got so unbelievably strong, developed his sharingan, raised up to be an Anbu. All the while you barely managed getting your chunin rank. It´s not like you were jealous or defeated by that, you were simply weaker than him. You weren´t really close to your team or teacher, you didn´t have friends and stayed to yourself.

The only person you were ever close to was gone now, Itachi was always on missions, you had to manage yourself now.

It wasn´t easy being alone all the time, but you couldn´t make any friends, you just couldn´t find the right words to make them like you.

Over time you wondered why Itachi was friends with you, what it was about you that made him like you.

But those times were over now, years have gone by and you had achieved Jonin status.

Your job was to protect the village, you were part of the unit that patrolled around it and made sure no one unwanted got in.

You were happy that the elders trusted you that much but then again, were you really good enough for the job?

Years have passed and yet Itachi was still on your mind.

Especially lately you caught yourself thinking about him often, what he was doing right now, whether the rumors were true, if he was okay.

“Hello, (Y/N)” that familiar voice said, making you frown.

It couldn´t be, it had to be the genjutsu of a fellow jonin who tried to fuck with you.

“Itachi...” you whispered, turning to the voice with tears in your eyes.

He had returned.

Itachi gave you a slight shy smile, he came by Konoha regularly to make sure you were alright, he has done it for years now.

He thought it was time he finally showed himself.

After all you too were on his mind constantly.

“How...why are you here? Someone could see you!” you called out, looking around frightened, you didn´t want him to get caught and arrested.

You didn´t believe the words they said about him, it couldn´t be true…

Itachi chuckled, he didn´t realize how much he missed you.

“Don´t worry about me, (Y/N)” he spoke softly, staring at you intensely, you grew up to be beautiful.

You already were when you two were mere children, but now that you were grown up, there was a certain elegance about you, you didn´t hide your strength anymore, you didn´t let others drag you down and overshadow you.

Itachi was so proud of you when you got the position as a guard.

“I´m always worrying about you...” you admitted, something about his presence made you tell the truth.

Itachi frowned, he couldn´t read whether you meant what he hoped or if you said the words in pure friendship.

He came to you for one sole purpose: confess his feelings to you. But it was harder than it seemed, he didn´t know what to say, not mentioning the fact that he didn´t know if you liked him back or not.

“I wanted to see you” Itachi admitted, looking everywhere else but in your eyes.

“Finally, took you long enough…” you giggled, teasing him.

You watched Itachi´s confused look go to a knowing one after he thought for a while, he sighed.

“So you figured out all the times I was here?” he noted, defeated.

“Of course I did!” you laughed, before quieting down a bit and blushing.

“After all...I know your chakra almost as well as my own” you smiled slightly.

Itachi chuckled softly, putting some strands of his hair behind his ear in uncharacteristic nervousness.

“How are you, Itachi? Why are you back now?” you asked, you just couldn´t wrap your head around it. Why did he return now? It didn´t make sense to you. It also didn´t make sense to you that he was banned and exiled from the land, even less that he killed his whole clan like everybody said. Even if he did, he´d have a good reason for it, Itachi wasn´t a bad man, you knew that. You knew him.

“You know why...” he averted his eyes, still trying to find the right words, he doubted he would ever find any.

You cursed your heart for jumping like an idiot but quickly forced your brain to work again.

“No. No I don´t. Because wishful thinking and the reality differ quite the bit. What´s your mission, Itachi? Why were you here all this time? And don´t lie to me.” your voice was quiet in hopes of sounding controlled and yet you sounded like a wounded animal.

He frowned and thought carefully about the words he spoke next: “I´m here because of you. I wanted to see you… I missed you, but I didn´t know how to approach you again, so it took so long” he admitted, averting his eyes, you could see a little tint blush on his cheeks.

“But why me? I mean I´m flattered, but I don´t get it…. There are so many better options out there, I thought you had a new life now, so why return for me?” you whispered, fiddling with your fingers.

“You´re not an option for me, (Y/N)… you´re the only one. At least I want you to be my only one...” he awkwardly looked up to you again.

You couldn´t believe what you just heard, was this really happening right now? Wasn´t this just some genjutsu he used to distract you and finish whatever mission he was on?

You needed some time to think about it.

“Do you mean it? Because I kind of wish you would” you admitted.

The second you two locked eyes next, you knew he meant it. The way his eyes glistened with admiration and the way he smiled so brightly at you, it made your heart jumped.

“I do… I was too caught up in my training to notice it sooner, but when I was gone I just missed you terribly, so I needed to see you” he confessed.

“I missed you too, Itachi” you couldn´t contain your smile anymore, this was real.

He softly stroked your hair to the side and cupped your face to softly caress your face.

You melted into the touch, feeling light and craving more.

That´s why you subconsciously stood on your tiptoes to meet his lips, kissing him slowly and softly.

He eagerly returned the kiss, still a bit unsure in the beginning, but he soon got the hang of it.

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto oneshot #naruto itachi #uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader

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vxlkyrieee · 5 years ago

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ignorance is bliss [part 2]

Dick Grayson x female reader

Word Count: 2253

Part 1

"(y/n)? Watcha doin' up here? This place is usually reserved for Bruce's brooding time." He grins, and you try to do the same, only to end up giving him a pathetic excuse of a smile. "Hey. You okay?" He starts, leaning closer into you, so that he could rub his palm between your shoulder blades. His fingers are soothing, and his voice strains with worry. You continue to look over the balcony of the staircase, and you sigh. "If one of the guys down there tried to do anyth-"

"No one tried anything funny, Dick." you snapped, although you didn't mean to. You observed the expression on his face, alter from worried to hurt, his eyebrows angled a little more upwards. Then he remembers that you danced with Bruce earlier on. He didn't have anything in particular against his adoptive father, but well, Bruce could be dark sometimes. "Was it Bruce? I swear, sometimes that old man's too grumpy for his own good."

"No, Dick. It's okay. Nothing's wrong." He huffs out a sort of amused laugh through his nose. He quirks his eyebrow and his lips curl into a knowing smirk. That idiot. Always knows everything.

"Don't try that with me, Sweetheart. That's not gonna work. I know that look. I know something's not right."

"I'm fine." you say, just about on the verge of tears. Though you push them back, determined to look at Dick without absolutely falling apart. "Alright... But I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me." his smirk turns mischievous, and his eyes are sly, in that way where he knew he would get what he wanted. "What? Where?"

"To my old room. Obviously." he states with a playful eye roll. He straightens his jacket and gestures for you to follow him. "Dick,-"

"Uh-uh. No excuses. I know it makes you feel better where we're alone and it's quiet." It had been a while since you were back at the manor, so at the mention of his old room, the remnants of nostalgia quickly pieced themselves together in your mind. They formed the memories of you and Dick together, doing nothing but making bad puns and talking alone, as your laughter filled the room. It almost feels like he grew up in the blink of an eye; handsome, charismatic and not yours anymore.

You give him a sad, but satisfied smile. He takes your hand and whisks you away towards the inner rooms of the manor, much to the disappointment of the other girls, judging by the dirty looks aimed your way. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way. That colour looks spectacular on you. I've gotta thank Alfie for getting you that dress." He compliments, whilst twirling you around, getting a good look at your figure from all angles. You blush deeply and put your head down, rubbing your arm.

"Oh, come on. No need to get shy. C'mere." He pulls you into a hug. You revel in the warmth his body brings, while he comforts you. He slips his arm around your waist, leans in close and whispers, "Watch this."

He turns to the girls he was previously with and sends them a suggestive wink, adding a two fingered salute and that seductive smirk. He pulls you closer to him, the fabric of your gown squeezed tightly against his tux. You turn your head to follow his gaze. Some of the girls look like they could faint, and the rest looked like they wanted to murder you. Dick only leads you further into the manor, his deep, hysterical laughter filling the emptiness of the shadowed hallways. "Did you see their faces!? They were so jealous of you!"

Wow. That boy plays the heartstrings of those girls like the cords on a guitar. And he knows exactly which notes to play.

"Alright, Dick. Your ego's lookin' a bit bloated don't you think?" He clears his throat and blinks a few times.

"Sorry."

Entering his room, it looked the same as it always has. There was that selfie of the two of you in your Batgirl and Robin uniforms, poking your tongues out. It was framed and fastened to the wall. You were so young then.

The little Justice League figurines still stood on his dresser, albeit with gathered dust sprinkled over the top of them. He had always made sure that the Batman, Robin and Batgirl miniatures were standing at the front, with Superman not too far behind. The grin on Mini-Robin's face was nowhere near as bright as Dick's real smile, but did manage to look just as boyish.

You walked over to the action figures, brushed a finger over the tiny Batarang in Batman's hand, then picked up the Robin action figure. You giggled slightly while examining it. "What?" asked the former Boy Wonder, snapping his head to face you.

"I still can't believe you let Batman drag you around on rooftops, in a pair of short shorts."

"Those were the good old days though, eh? You, me and Bruce. Not a worry in the world. Except for secret identities of course." You smile when you remember the years that seemed so long ago, then frowned again when you compared them to now.

You were Richard's then. Exclusively. He would give you all his time and attention, often sneaking out late as Batgirl and Robin. Now, there were always girls prettier, or more interesting than you. After you retired your vigilante mantle as one of the Dark Knight's young sidekicks, Dick had moved on too. He took on the role of Nightwing and moved out of Gotham.

He noticed your solemn expression, and all but flew to your side. He took your hand and asked, "What's wrong, (y/n)? Please, I hate to see you like this."

If you manage to see me at all, you thought. Though you kept your mouth clamped shut. "I think I know what might cheer you up." He rummages through drawers, and you peer over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse at what he was looking for. He takes out a smooth, uncreased manila folder. He opens it ever so carefully, and reveals an all too familiar poster. His eyebrows furrow in concentration when he reads the printed words on the Haly's Circus poster, and his fingers stroke the smooth, glossy paper as he admires it with a reminiscent smile. "Do you remember that day?" he asks smiling.

"Of course I remember. How could I forget? It was the first time I met you."

You reminisce back to sitting in the crowd with both your parents, kicking your legs in anticipation and shoving handfuls of popcorn in your mouth. Your eight-year-old self had been waiting to see Haly's Circus for what seemed like forever. And the Flying Graysons were the best part. You watched the acrobatic performance relentlessly, each flip and swing filling your childish excitement. You watched on in awe, as two acrobats in particular - Mr and Mrs Grayson - accomplished death defying stunts without the aid of a net. But at the sight of one boy, your eyes could not leave his form. You were mesmerised by the fact that someone as young as you, would be capable of such amazing skill.

After the show, your curiosity got the best of you, wandering backstage, still eating the buttery popcorn. That same boy with the wide grin, greeted you and introduced himself. Soon the inquisitiveness of two children, grew into close friendship. Even as Dick was taken in by Bruce, the two of you were inseparable, basically connected at the hip.

You smiled a little when Dick hands you the deep blue poster. As he does so, his fingers brush gently along yours, creeping to slowly take your hand in his own. You interlock fingers just as you did when you first befriended each other. A warm blush appears on your cheeks when you look up to find him studying your features. That detective gaze, scanning your face like he would scan clues on patrol.

"(y/n)"

When he speaks your name, his voice becomes laced with endearment, deep and husky, but soft and gentle. For a second, you could pretend he was in love with you too.

"Tell me what's bothering you. Please." he pleads, eyes like a hungry puppy's; begging and desperate. You sigh, finally ready to let your emotions flow from within you, hoping that Dick would understand. "Richard, I want to tell you something that I've been holding back for a while."

My full first name. Shit, this is serious, he thought. He nodded and gulped.

"It's just," You took a deep breath. "I know that you have a certain reputation to uphold. The whole playboy thing keeps up a persona that combats the rumours about Nightwing, but the attention that you give the other girls... I can't help but feel like you've forgotten about me. I know it's selfish, and I shouldn't be complaining, but I'd just like a little more time with you. Please."

It wasn't about your love being returned anymore. It was about spending the time you had together, as best friends. Like the old days.

"Oh God. That's what you've been upset about this whole night? How could I have been so blind?" Dick lets his head fall into his hands, and cards his fingers through his glossy locks. The midnight curls separate between his fingers as his hands slide downwards to cover his face. You take his hands away from his face, and sweep his hair out of his gorgeous eyes. You couldn't look into those eyes without turning away.

"Look, (y/n)."

He sounds serious. Hopeless, even. That tone of voice is nowhere near the loveable, nonchalant Dick Grayson you know. For that reason, you sense he is about to push you away again. Though this time, you fear it will be the last time. Tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill over your mascara-covered lashes. You look down and attempt to blink them away.

"Please, look at me."

You give him your attention, your worried eyes faced with his own. He looks quavery and unkempt. Quite the opposite to his usual confident demeanour. His eyes stare into you, establishing a deep connection between your two souls. You feel a tug from somewhere deep and fathomless within you.

"I never meant to neglect you. I care about you, you know that, right?" he asks, almost frantic. He takes a long, well-needed breath, and composes himself. There. There's that confident smile. But it's nervous too, if you look close enough, stare long enough.

He clenches his jaw when he is desperate for an answer. Just as he does now. The muscles in his cheek contracting in kind of the gesture, as his teeth greets his lips in a nervous manner.

"I- I'm in love with you, (y/n)."

His jaw clenched and unclenched over and over, his teeth biting at his bottom lip. The muscle in his cheek continued to jump. He was nervous. Terrified on the inside. Afraid he wouldn't get the answer he desired.

It was like he was on the trapeze for the first time again. He was excited. His five-year-old self grinned eagerly at the idea of flying through the air, somersaulting and trying to make his parents proud.

But it was scary. What if he didn't make his mother and father pleased? What if he slipped and fell, with no net to catch him?

What if you didn't feel the same? What if you turned him down? What if his heart broke? But through all those cracks, the light of one possibility came shining through. What if you do love him back? The shy, shaky sound of your "I love you too" shook him to the core, and chased away all his doubts.

He took your face in his hands, and cradled your jaw, urging you forward into a slow kiss. It turned more passionate with each passing second, and shone through the darkness of your previous doubts.

When you pulled away, you giggled. Then you both laughed and wrapped each other in a loving embrace. "Bet those girls will really be crying now, huh?" You laughed and playfully punched his arm. He smoothed your hair over, and kissed your forehead.

"Wanna give 'em something to be jealous about?" You smirked mischievously with a glint in your eyes, then grinned at him playfully. "Well, Batgirl, may I have a dance with you?" he extended his hand and winked, one of his ocean eyes disappearing for a split second. "It would be my absolute pleasure, Boy Wonder." You gave him your hand, and let him lead you back to the lively gala.

The chandelier seemed to sparkle a little brighter this time, and the colours of gowns just a little more vivid. Your requited love placed a filtered layer over the night, fuelling the child-like giddiness of your steps. On the dance floor, Dick takes your waist, beginning to sway you from side to side to the melody of the orchestra. When the other stunning women stole a glance at the two of you, Dick had the courage to kiss your neck, pull you closer, and whisper little secrets to make you laugh.

That evening was no longer the night you wished Dick noticed you, but that was the night that he kissed you. The night he danced with you until the moon lost its glow. That was the night Richard Grayson loved you.

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