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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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Hey, can you do a Dazai x Port Mafia Executive Male Reader. Where reader is Dazai former partner before he gets replace by Chuuya and instead of Chuuya coming for Q and fighting Lovecraft its reader instead. Readers ability is like Shigaraki from bnha.

Dazai Osamu x sadistic!male reader

Ngl I was a little confused cause the last time I watched bsd was months ago.

Also made the reader sadistic because yes. i forgot the reason

Part 2

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 3859

Warnings: Mentions of suicide (Dazai stuff ofc), angsty boi

“You want me to pair up with this rookie?” You gesture in the vague direction of Dazai. You know he’s there, but you don’t act like it.

Dazai huffs, offended by your words. He crosses his arms. You weren’t giving him the best impression and if you were going to be partners, he at least had to tolerate you enough to keep his head on his shoulders.

“Now, now,” Mori chides with a sweet tone. You don’t trust the guy, he may act kind, but you’re sure he hides something with that kindness. “He’s already a port mafia executive.” You roll your eyes, he was only one of them because he witnessed the old boss handing down his title ‘willingly’. You seriously doubted he did do it willingly, seeing as it was a mere few minutes before his death. That sort of coincidence belongs to a movie.

“Like I don’t know that.” You shake your head. “Fine, fine, I’ll be his partner. I only want to know what he can do. He has an ability, doesn’t he?”

You finally acknowledge his presence, turning to him and sizing him up. Dazai is flustered by the gesture, but he pretends to act calm and collected, something that works with that young poker face of his.

“Yes--” Mori is interrupted by the executive himself, who is eager to show off.

“Yes, I do.” Dazai replies, uncrossing his arms. “But what’s yours?”

You furrow your eyebrows. Abilities are wide and unique, ranging from psychological to physical to straight magic. Knowing your ability could be a part of his ability. You were to work together so he’d know either way, but at the moment, you wanted to know his weaknesses.

“That’s valuable information.” You crack your knuckles and stretch, pretending to prepare for a fight.

“No fighting in my office.” Mori reminds you. “Or the building, for that matter. One of your abilities is particularly destructive, and we don’t know what you could do. Go to the training area if you’re going to fight.”

You give both of them a smirk, “Who says I was going to fight? I was merely enjoying the look in Dazai’s eye.”

Dazai frowned, quickly fixing his composure. It’s true, he was a little intimidated and he did not mean to let it show.

“You’re quite sadistic, aren’t you?” Mori chuckles, shaking his head.

“That’s one thing right about me, boss.” You smile brightly. Dazai furrows his eyebrows and examines you. That smile of yours is sickeningly sweet, almost mocking. You look like a monster, but maybe that was part of your act. He’d know your ability in no time.

“Well, as partners you do have to know each other’s abilities. I picked Dazai specifically for you.” That gave each of them a hint to each other’s abilities, more to Dazai than anything.

You nod letting out a sigh, “Do you have anything you don’t want, Mori?”

Dazai quirks an eyebrow, interested in the peculiar question. Mori nods, nudging forward a tongue depressor, those big wooden popsicle sticks, one he could very well spare.

You pick up with all but one finger, your middle finger, holding it up for both of them to see. “Do you have anything for the debris?” Mori slides a metal tray towards the edge of the table.

“Pay close attention, Dazai.” You give him a glance before looking back at the stick, putting your final finger on it. It disintegrates in a matter of seconds, turning into pieces so small that they look like ash. “What’s yours?” You turn to him.

Dazai seems to shrink under your gaze, but he keeps a stoic look. “Put your hand on my arm.” You raise an eyebrow. Does he wish to experiment with your ability or is it part of his?

You put your hand on his arm, once again with all but one finger. You don’t trust him, that much is clear.

“Trust me.” The look he gives you is genuine, albeit the smile is devilish, though you oblige all the same.

Your eyebrows furrow when your ability has no effect. The skin doesn’t disintegrate, nor does it fall apart as usual. “That is my ability, No Longer Human.”

“And that is why I paired you two up.”

You huff a little angrily once you realize. His ability stops other abilities, what triggered it you didn’t know, but that wasn’t the most important thing for you. He paired you two up to have him be your control. You don’t need anyone to control you and you don’t want anyone to control you. You want to do you and you do not want this boy to hold you back.

You open your mouth to protest but Mori interrupts you. “This is my decision and mine alone, you cannot say otherwise.” As much as you want to mess up his pretty face, you couldn’t disobey the boss.

“Fine.”

As time grew on, Dazai had become a friend, though sometimes he felt like more than a friend. Despite your early refusal to the idea, you’d really warmed up to each other.

Dazai, the young bastard, was also quite the prick at times. Though you couldn’t really complain about his age since it turns out you’re within the same age range. While he was a prick, he was also caring, as you’d come to learn.

Sometimes he’d hold your forearm when you were touching something, even though over the years you’d built up the habit to not use your middle finger. Every time he did so you would laugh and it would somewhat fluster you, you’d tell him you didn’t need it and without fail he would say “Just in case.” It was nice to know he cared, and the other little gestures he would perform were even nicer.

You were known for being a little sadistic, taking joy from inflicting pain for no reason. When he’d hold you back from attacking some random lackey at the time it would make you angry, but a few minutes later you’d be grateful for it. After all, that lackey wouldn’t be very useful with an injury.

Though sometimes even he couldn’t hold you back. When you’d start a fight with another executive just for your enjoyment, he was quick to be there and keep you in touch. Perhaps you did need control after all.

The other executives were rather thankful for Dazai, as you chose someone to pick on every week. Something you hated about Dazai was that he was immune to your mockery. He got used to it from your partnership and he couldn’t be hurt by your ability. But you supposed it was for the better, the other executives were starting to get really annoyed by you.

Except everything changed when Nakahara came along.

Although your partnership was relatively new, you found comfort in each other’s companies. You protected each other’s weaknesses and complemented each other’s strengths; so when the news came along that Chūya would replace you as Dazai’s partner, both of you were a little ticked off, per say.

Dazai’s first impression on the newer rookie didn’t help their relationship. Chūya annoyed him to the very ends of the Earth and he did not want him to replace you. It wasn’t just Chūya either, he’d grown very fond of you. Sometimes he couldn’t even fight without you; He was used to you being there to back him up, though this detail he would not tell you.

In time, you didn’t look like the monster he’d thought you were in his first impression of you. You actually looked sweet.

Your smile, which for everybody else would be sadistic, turned out to look more endearing to him. Everybody caught onto the fact that the smiles you’d directed at him weren’t the smiles he’d show others. Somehow you hadn’t realized it, but he had.

You’d grown to like him, dare say crush on him, which was something you denied. His triumphant smile after the end of a mission and the jokes he’d make as you fought were always the highlight of your day.

None of you wanted to give up the other.

“This is his decision and his alone, we cannot say otherwise.” You mocked, making Dazai snicker. The fact he used the same words was quite ironic, really.

Tomorrow marked Chūya and his first mission together, so you’d dedicated this day to each other. Dazai did not look forward to tomorrow, and as much as he wanted to vent to you about Chūya’s very abundant annoying qualities, you’d both promised not to talk about it.

The news of your separation had made both of you realize your growing crushes for each other. You were no longer in denial, though you loathed the idea… but when you really thought about it, you didn’t loathe the idea. Musing to yourself about hugging him, playing with his hair… thinking about the fact that you did in fact like it made you gag.

As the night neared to an end, your guts told you to tell him. You wouldn’t see each other all that often anyway and if you were never to interact much, at least you would be getting this off your chest.

“Dazai.” You both stared out the window of the HQ, prior to you speaking up you were in an awkward silence. None of you wanted to say goodbye.

He turned to you and you to him. As much as you wanted to avoid eye contact, you thought it might help. “I like you… don’t joke with me.”

Dazai was going to make a joke. It was amazing how much you got to know him in so little time. He smiled, and your hopes raised when you took notice of how it wasn’t pitiful. “I like you too.”

You immediately let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Where’s the big sadistic lion?” Dazai questions, playfully mocking how meek you are right now. His smile seems more joyful than usual, as it should with what just happened.

You snicker, giving him the sadistic smile he’s used to. “I’m right here.”

Dazai was your anchor in the Port Mafia, even when he plead for double suicide with you. Before you were partnered up, you absolutely despised the place. The other executives and the occasional lackeys were fun to provoke but it was almost as if that was your coping mechanism. You often complained about how awful the Mafia was handled with the previous boss, but he would never change anything. He was an idiot up until his very death.

You thought Mori’s recent ‘crowning’ would change your opinion, but it didn’t change it at all. You still hated the place. It was almost as if their only objective was to keep their hands on Yokohama. You wanted more than that, you wanted the whole of Japan to be your turf.

Mori didn’t want that and while he would take the opportunity once presented, he wouldn’t do a thing otherwise. He was perfectly happy with that and you weren’t.

Dazai was the only reason you stayed, but now the reason had been diminishing. You barely spoke and barely hung out. This wasn’t what ‘dating’ was and both of you knew it.

He wanted to try harder and so did you, but with your current situation, you couldn’t. When he wasn’t with Chūya, you were out on a mission. No, you weren’t jealous. This wasn’t Chūya’s fault nor was it something either of you could control. There were various times you debated on breaking up.

Dazai was the only thing holding you back from leaving, so if you broke up you didn’t have to worry about him. But you liked him and both of you would be heartbroken. You never liked thinking about it, but someday, it had to be addressed. That day never came.

The final day you were with the Port Mafia was the day that you had a brush with death.

You’d called for backup, you’d received none. The henchmen you were commanding left like cowards. To think these were the people you’d trained.

One of your big weaknesses was fighting groups of people alone. These henchmen knew that and they’d run. Where were their morals? Where was their faith, their loyalty? Where was their honor, their pride? It was then that you’d learned the Port Mafia wasn’t your place. These people weren’t your people, this turf wasn’t your turf. They were cowards and you were no coward.

Alone and fighting recklessly, you were down. You refused to flee, and that stubbornness was what caused you to nearly die. Luckily, you never crossed death’s doorstep. The people you were fighting presumed you dead the moment you dropped to the ground.

They were fools but a fool you were too to let your emotions get the best of you.

That day somebody had found you on the brisk of death. They claimed to be a spy and they offered to get you help.

Of course, you accept without asking for conditions. You were dying, what else could you have said? The conditions turned out to be joining his organization and feeding them with information or something equally as important.

No longer would you be associated with the Port Mafia. You were glad to leave them. But your only consequence being leaving behind Dazai, the love of your life and the highlight of the day. It was a hard decision to make that was for sure, but it was either this or death.

You felt selfish.

Months after joining them, the so-called ‘Guild’, your heart ached. Leaving Dazai was your biggest mistake but joining the Guild was the best thing that had happened to you since him. For the longest time, you’d wanted to tell him. You never had the guts to. And then you left Japan to join the bigger part of the guild in North America.

In time you’d stopped thinking about Dazai.

The crew was polite, a contrast from the cold lackeys and executives from the Port Mafia. It’s a nice change, one you wish won’t ever change. But maybe the hope of a different life blinds you from how bad these people really are, their underlying motives and morals, their similarities to the Port Mafia executives.

The guild is ambitious, their leader most of all. They have a turf and the turf is way bigger than the Port Mafia’s, something you’re proud about. You certainly feel better about this place than the Port Mafia.

Your sadistic personality never changes either, and while the others are certainly annoyed by it, they handle it in a different way. They make sure you know that you can’t hurt them severely, or there’ll be repercussions. Maybe not repercussions from the Guild’s rules, but them hurting you back. It’s a nice change, one that gets your adrenaline pumping every time you pick a fight.

The only time you did think of him was in your nightmares, the middle of the night. Those nightmares consisted of him calling you a traitor, betrayer, but that wasn’t what hurt you. They played out scenarios of you telling Dazai.

He’d kiss you, hold you tight, ask you where you’d been, question the new stitches and scars… and then you’d tell him.

His face would be ridden with denial. “No. No you couldn’t have! You’re joking, you’re lying!” He laughs, tries to believe it’s a joke, but he can’t get it out of his head that it isn’t.

“It’s not.”

It’s then that he lets out a sob. He trembles, pushes you away from him, looks you in the eye with a look full of betrayal. It’s then that he calls you names, which stated before aren’t what hurts you. It’s how he looks and what he says next that hurts the most, “I thought you loved me.”

That’s when the nightmare ends. You wake up with tears of your own, they’re hot and sting on your cheeks. You furiously wipe them away, but more keep coming.

You sob loudly, which wakes up John and Lucy. They’re the only ones you’ve trusted with your secret, Dazai. They comfort you the best they can but the most they can do is tell you it’s going to be okay or something along those lines. As much as you try to believe them, you can’t.

Dazai becomes a mere figure of your past. You think of him as unreachable, unattainable, as something you should scold yourself for thinking about.

If you could’ve taken him with you, you would’ve.

Learning that you will go back to Japan because of the leader’s obsession with a ‘tiger’ almost breaks you like your ability would.

You hadn’t thought about Dazai nightmares in the past year, but now you remember him again. You begin to regret leaving him, your heart aches again and your nightmares act up again. Everything gets worse when you arrive in Japan.

War breaks out between 3 organizations but the only thing you can think of is the Port Mafia. It’d been 6 years. Could he still remember you?

You don’t care who wins, you just want this whole thing to be over with. It upsets your ‘teammates’, but you don’t care. Once again, you think about leaving the organization, maybe live a normal life. That sort of life feels far-fetched right now and you know it’s something you’ll never have the chance to achieve. But still, you hope for it.

But then you see him again.

The second your eyes land on him you want to run. His eyes land on you and they must look the same as yours.

It hurts, but you have to persevere. “Hey, Lovecraft?” You glance at the man with the strange ability and appearance. “You want to go sleep, right?” You let out a mocking yawn of your own, giving the two in front of you your signature sickly smile.

“Yes.” Lovecraft replies, voice monotone and deep as always.

“Go get John and leave, get to sleep faster.” You nod in the direction you’d seen Chūya knock John towards. Your eyes stayed on the two in front of you. They both act as if they’d never seen you before, which you’re glad for. You don’t know if you could’ve handled seeing the same look Dazai would give you in your nightmares.

“But Francis and... you.” You’d like to think you’d gotten close to Lovecraft, but really he treated everybody the same because of his ‘contract’ with Francis.

“I’ll be fine. I know these guys’ weaknesses, anyway.” He doesn’t question how you do nor does he protest further and leaves immediately. “Quite the reunion, huh?”

“(y/n)..” Chūya growls. He glares at you, something you’d never seen 6 years ago as his senior executive. He never dared to interact with you. He knew he’d be replacing you as Dazai’s partner and knew about your relationship together. If anything, it was out of pity, and that you hated.

“Chūya.” You reply. “How’s the family, the mafia, the kids?” You mock. Chūya all but seethes, he looks like he’s ready to strike.

“(y/n),” Once Lovecraft is gone, Dazai gives you the look you dreaded to see. “H-How--” He doesn’t know what to say and neither do you. Your smile fades, turns into a frown. You don’t want to fight him but you also don’t want him to take on Lovecraft. As much as you liked the guy, he was a nightmare incarnate.

“Dazai.” Is all that you say. The vague response hurts you both.

“Chūya you might want to do that here.”

Chūya looks back at Dazai, shocked and taken aback. “You want me to do that? Dazai, I don’t think that’s needed and you know how shit that makes me feel.” It’s clear he doesn’t want to give into his corruption.

“You shouldn’t underestimate him.” Dazai speaks with experience, and it hurts you to know that he knows that.

“Don’t hurt him too much, we’re dating.”

“You’re still dating?!”

“Technically we never broke up!”

You laugh, staring at the limp body next to you. Chūya is deep asleep, or knocked out, you don’t know. You never really saw the aftermath of his corruption.

“That was a nice fight.” You remark, loud enough for Dazai to hear despite how weak you feel. Chūya had basically broken both your legs and injured you, but at least he hadn’t killed you or put you into a coma. The pain was unbearable for most people, but it was a simple background thought for you.

“It’s been…” Dazai starts.

“6 years.” You finish for him.

“I missed you.” You’re glad to hear that instead of the words from your nightmares, but you’re sure those words will eventually come.

“I did too.”

“You did?”

You sigh, nodding. “There were plenty of errands I had to run around and do for Francis. That rich old guy didn’t do anything himself. I didn’t think much of you, but I never forgot you. I had my own fair share of nightmares about you, they’re all the same.”

Dazai moves you to lean against the bark of a tree. You look into each other’s eyes, and you can tell that his are pleading. “Please stay.”

You ignore his remark, weakly reaching over to feel his coat. “New coat?”

“Yes.” Dazai grumbles, sitting down next to you cross legged. “Answer me.” He pleads again.

“You don’t want to know why I left, first?” Dazai shakes his head, taking your hand in his and squeezing it, prompting a pained groan from you. He quickly apologizes for it.

“I don’t know if I can.” You sigh, rubbing the back of his hand. You were quite touch starved, seeing as you couldn't really hold or touch anything properly. “If Francis wins I’d have to stay with him. If either of you win, I’ll most likely end up in prison.”

“Join me.”

You think back to the Guild. They were inviting and you thought them to be good, but just then did you think about how bad they really were. You’d known all along but you always refused to believe it. You wanted to be there just to escape the Mafia, you never wanted to be there because it was the guild.

“What was it… the Armed Detective Agency?” He nods. “How would that stop me from going to prison?”

“I don’t know.” Dazai admits with a huff. “Just.. please stay.”

“Okay.” You smile at him. Dazai remembers that smile, it’s burned into his memory and he takes note of how it hasn’t changed a bit. He’s missed it ever since you left. “Would they accept me, though?”

“They will, they will.” He says it as if he were determined, but he knows there’s a high chance they’ll refuse.

Dazai pulls you into a much deserved kiss. Long, gentle, sweet, and full of fireworks, it’s almost like your first. The only thing is it’s a little weak on your end, but he can’t blame you.

“Not going to mention sucide?”

“I haven’t seen you in 6 years, at least let me cherish this for another 2 months.”

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aizawasthot · 5 years ago

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better on you | aizawa s.

summary: ice cream nd stolen sweaters. goofy aizawa x reader. pairing: aizawa shouta x reader word count: 1.9k words

note: ok so hey this is my first fic in this account uwu feedback is appreciated and encouraged hehe. ALSO NGL THIS WAS INSPIRED BY @burnedbyshoto’s sweater scenario w aizawa 🥺🥴 hope u guys enjoy all this aizawa fluff :> ps. Aizawa smells like bath & body works’ eucalyptus and spearmint and no u can’t change my mind

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“Aizawa, we really need to finish this proposal for next week. Principal Nezu probably expects that we’re done by now,” you groan. This proposal for a more efficient and safer course outline was far from finished.

“Yes, I know, [Y/N]. But we’re stuck on where we can hold the summer training. There’s no place near the school that can hold 20 students,” he muttered, looking bored.

“Well, yeah I know that too but we can leave it for another day. We can work on other areas like-”

“Tell you what-- let’s get out of here and grab some ice cream. Ice cream always helps, maybe we can figure it out after,” he interrupted. You were taken aback with his offer, but you accepted nonetheless.

“Oh-- I guess that’s okay,” you replied.

“It’s settled then, you can grab your stuff and we can meet by the teacher’s lounge.”

“Aizawa! You got vanilla? Really?” You snort, shaking your head at the man sitting across from you. “That’s so boring… so… vanilla...?”

“I may like vanilla ice cream but I’m not so vanilla myself,” he smirked at you, teasing and almost a little too uncharacteristic of the usual brooding teacher.

“Aizawa! Oh god--” you sputtered. “That’s not very appropriate,” you said. Your tone stern but your face beet red and a goofy grin spread across your face.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. He looked so relaxed- his brows weren’t furrowed and his usual frown was replaced by this adorable smile. Why did that make your heart flutter?

Still admiring the man in front of you, he interrupted your thoughts, “You’re staring,” he smirked. Oh. OH.

“Apologies,” you mumbled, your face once again heating up. “You're just-- you’re better looking when you’re not, you know, brooding.”

“So you’re saying I’m ugly when I’m brooding?” He feigned being hurt, hand on his chest, laughing.

“You know that’s not what I mean-- it’s just, you know…” You trailed off, eyes not meeting his.

“That I look even more handsome than I do?” He teased.

“Ugh, Aizawa,” you groan. He was being a cheeky bastard and he knew it.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re fun to tease,” he grinned at you, and you finally let your eyes meet. His eyes were twinkling. He looked like an angel, you thought.

You shook your head, “You’re a goofball.”

“Uhuh, and you love it,” he mused. Smile still plastered on his face.

“Hah, you wish,” you stuck your tongue out.

“What are you? 5?” He snorted, his smile growing even wider.

An employee interrupts your banter as they walk towards your table. “Excuse me sir, ma’am, our store is closing in about 10 minutes. Would you like to get anything else for the night?”

You didn’t even realize that you were the only ones left at the store. “Oh, no, thank you. We better get going then,” you smiled at the young girl. “Thank you, have a good night!”

While you were gathering your things, you realize that the store closes at 10PM, which also happens to be the last run of your bus on the way home.

“Shit,” you cussed under your breath. I guess I have to either walk or uber, you thought.

“I just realized that the last bus comes in a few minutes and the bus stop is at least a 15 minute walk from here. I’ll probably just uber home though,” you casually shrugged.

“Or-- uhm, you could stay at my place? It’s only a 10 minute walk from here,” he offered. “Only if you want to though! You can totally uber if you want…” AIzawa added, looking sheepish.

“I mean-- well, if it’s okay with you. I don’t want to intrude,” you blushed.

“I offered, didn’t I? Come on, it’s pretty late,” he muttered, gesturing for you to walk beside him. Noticing that his face was also turning red.

“You’re like an old man,” you giggled. It was 10PM on a Friday night, it’s not like he had to wake up early tomorrow.

“Oh shut up, if you deal with my rambunctious students all the time then you’d know how tiring it is,” he sighed dramatically.

“Okay, old man.”

“I can sleep on the couch, Aizawa. It’s not a big deal,” you told him when you arrived at his apartment. He was insisting earlier that you take his bed and he’s sleeping on the couch. Which was ridiculous, you were already crashing at his place.

“Are you sure? Because I’d gladly take the couch. I don’t have a guest room-”

“Aizawa, stop. Don’t be ridiculous, I’m more than okay sleeping on the couch,” you repeated.

“Okay then. I’ll grab you some of my clothes if you want to wash up before bed; the bathroom’s the door on the left,” he pointed at the bathroom door.

“You don’t need to lend me clothes, AIzawa,” you said, your face heating up again. He was being too nice.

“Shouta.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Shouta,” he clarified. “And-- don’t tell me you’re not going to shower and change your clothes after a full day of sweating from training your students.”

“Okay, Ai- Shouta. Thank you.” You gave in and accepted his offer, and while you sat and waited for him to grab extra clothes for you, you can’t help but notice how cozy his apartment is. His place looks inviting and warm, much like he was with you today.

When he came back to give you your things, you were too busy scrolling through social media to notice him approaching you, he was already showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a quite fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re staring again,” he snickered, handing you your clothes for the night.

You blushed profusely, abruptly standing from your seat, “I’m just-- I’m gonna go shower now.”

You woke up at 3AM freezing cold. Shouta did give you an extra blanket and pillow, but you’re always cold, so it’s not a surprise. You sat up, wanting to grab a glass of water. Walking towards the kitchen, you spotted a grey sweater on the back of one of the chairs.

It wouldn’t hurt to just borrow it, right? You thought as you grabbed your glass of water. Deciding that you needed another layer other than an oversized shirt and sweatpants so you won’t freeze to death, you grabbed the sweater before you could change your mind.

It smelled like him. It smelled like eucalyptus and spearmint.

You fell asleep almost immediately after putting on his sweater, burying your face into the collar, smiling like an idiot.

That morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. You could hear Aizawa softly humming to himself as he shuffled around the kitchen, making breakfast.

You got up and stretched, feeling well rested with a satisfied smile on your face. “Good morning Shouta,” you smiled at him.

“Morning-- wait, is that my sweater?” He said, staring intently at what you’re wearing. Shit, you forgot about the sweater.

“Oh-- uhm, yes. Yes it is. I’m sorry, I can take it off right now, I was just too cold last night and I saw it laying there when I grabbed a cup of water. I swear I didn’t mean to like, steal it or anything. I just needed another layer to, y’know, not freeze to death,” you rambled on, your face flushing for the nth time.

“Oh [Y/N], no no, I was just surprised. You can keep it on, it looks better on you anyway,” he chuckled, leaving you even more flustered.

You buried your face into your hands, feeling like a dumbass. “I’m really sorry, I’ll wash your clothes and give them back,” you mumbled.

After eating breakfast with Shouta, you said your thanks and apologized profusely before leaving and ubering home. When you got home, you washed the shirt and the sweatpants that you insisted on washing; but you left the sweater on and enjoyed the comfort it gave you as you did random tasks.

After spending your afternoon grading papers, you decide to take a break. You also decided to text Shouta, still feeling embarrassed about the sweater situation.

To: Aizawa Shouta Hey, thanks again for letting me crash at your place last night. Anddd sorry again for being bothersome ):

From: Aizawa Shouta I already told you, it’s not a problem. Also, stop saying sorry! I told you, it’s fine

To: Aizawa Shouta Okay okay geez. I’ll give you your clothes back when I see u on monday! :)

From: Aizawa Shouta Alright, sounds good. See you Monday morning :)

The interaction has you feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush, and for the rest of the day, Aizawa Shouta was the only thing in your mind.

Okay, so here’s the deal. You washed his sweater Sunday night, and you definitely were going to give it back to him, but then, during your walk on the way to UA, the wind picked up and you got chilly. Here’s the kicker: you forgot to bring a jacket. So what did you do? Grab Shouta’s sweater from the bag of his clothes and you wore it. Again. You didn’t even plan to wear it that long, just for the duration of your walk. But of course, you just had to arrive the same time Shouta did.

“Good morning, [Y/N],” he greeted you at the school entrance, eyes already trained on your-- his sweater.

“Good morning, Aizawa,” you muttered, trying to keep your cool as you walk inside.

“You know, I don’t recall that sweater being that comfortable, but if you do find it comfortable, then maybe you should keep it,” he mused, a small smirk forming on his lips. You can already feel your face heating up as you silently hand over the bad with the rest of his clothes.

“I-- I swear I was gonna give it to you today, but you see, I forgot to bring my own jacket and I got cold and--”

“It’s okay,” he laughed as he noticed your face getting redder.

It was not okay. How many times do I have to embarrass myself in front of him? I need to get a grip, you thought to yourself, still walking beside him as you near your respective offices.

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei! [Y/N]-sensei!” You heard someone call out, only to see it was Midoriya.

“Good morning,” you both greeted.

“Wait-- [Y/N]-sensei, your sweater looks familiar. It looks like All Might’s gift to Aizawa-sensei’s birthday that I helped pick out,” Midoriya said as he examined your clothes.

“Oh-- uh, well--”

“Actually, Midoriya, can you see if Present Mic is here already? He has something that I need,” Aizawa spoke up, saving you from the ever so curious boy. Midoriya enthusiastically nodded and took off almost immediately.

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief. “But also, what? This was All Might’s gift to you? Why’d you let me borrow it? Oh god, Aizawa,” you groaned.

“It’s no big deal, Toshinori always gives me a sweater or a hoodie every year. No complaints though, I love sweaters and hoodies,” he shrugged, opening his office door.

“But it’s still his gift to you,” you insisted, following him into his office. When you were about to take his sweater off, he spoke up.

“Keep it, I already told you it’s fine.”

“But--”

“What are you going to wear when you walk home? It’s probably going to be still cold, so keep it.” His voice sounded so firm and commanding. That’s kinda hot, your brain involuntarily thought.

You blushed at his persistence, and what you just thought about. “Okay, then,” you said. Turning to leave his office.

“And like I said,” You turned your head to look at Shouta, “it looks better on you.” He finished with a wink.

Oh god.

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 6 years ago

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 5 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m not even sorry.

Word count: ~2.5K (I’m so consistent wtf)

Warnings: find out for yourselves I’m not giving it away this time (jk but there will be alcohol use, obviously it’s me, lots of swearing, again it’s me, there will be some chaotic Joe, and it might get angsty, ngl)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

“I’m just saying,” Clara gestured with her pizza slice at Gwil’s sofa, “it’s an abnormally long sofa.”

“He’s an abnormally long man, babe,” Annabelle shrugged.

“I have a lot of legs, okay?” Gwil groaned.

“I’ve never seen a sofa that can fit four people so comfortably.”

“Who said anything about comfort?” Ben snorted, “we’re packed like sardines.”

“I’m pretty comfy, actually.” Joe smiled happily.

“Not complaining, myself,” Annie looked at Ben’s handsome profile and patted his knee, “Gwil? You’re good?”

“I’m with Ben on this one,” He looked over the blond man at his cousin, “The only reason we’re so crammed up here is because Joe insisted on sitting next to you!”

“Because Clara is in my favourite chair!”

“Oh, so it’s fine to park your butt on my lap, but not on Clara’s?”

“No, look at her,” Joe smiled warmly at the lithe blonde girl, “she’s so dainty and fragile.”

“And I’m not?”

“No, dear,” Joe booped Annie on the nose, “you’re a clusterfuck. A shitstorm. A force of nature.”

“That is the most touching compliment I have ever received!”

“Guys, will you shut the fuck up already?” Rami snapped, “Jesus!”

“Uh,” Joe tapped his chin with his finger, his eyes cast up to the ceiling, “how about… no.”

“Joe, really,” Lucy grumbled, “stop.”

“Well, fine,” Joe caved, “but only because you asked so nicely!”

The dimly lit living room was finally engulfed in relative silence, the only sounds coming from the speaker. The group had gone through two films before Gwil needed a break to stretch his legs, Clara needed to visit the loo and Lucy and Rami broke from sucking each other’s faces long enough to take in the hilarious scene that has unfolded in front of them.

“What? How?” Rami’s eyes grew even larger.

“Stop asking questions and just give me your bloody phone, Rami!” Lucy hissed.

With the camera pointed at the sofa, Lucy couldn’t contain her shit-eating grin as she snapped pictures of the four friends. On each end were Joe and Gwil, Ben and Annabelle lodged between them. Although they sat right next to one another, Annabelle had fallen asleep with her head on Joe’s shoulder, cuddled up to him, while Ben passed out on Gwil’s shoulder, resting his hand on Annabelle’s thigh. Joe’s head lay peacefully on top of Annabelle’s, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Do not post that,” Gwil said with a warning tone, “don’t even think about it-”

“Oh, I won’t,” Lucy smiled mischievously, “not yet, that is.”

“Lucy -”

“It’s a cute picture, alright?” Lucy squeaked, “you would have done the same!”

“Aw!” Clara gushed when she returned to the living room, “look at them!”

“This is a ticking time bomb,” Rami pointed at the sofa, “mark my words.”

###

Annabelle could feel the bass from the music rumbling in her internal organs, it was that loud and low. She shuffled through the mass of dancing bodies on the floor, adamant to find her friends back at their table without having a drink spilt on or being stepped on by a random, dancing drunk.

“Oof! Sorry!” she called at the chest she walked into and shrieked happily upon looking up at the person attached to it, “Joe!”

“Am I that drunk or are you really here?” he jokingly poked at her shoulder, “what are the chances?!”

“I know!” Annabelle had to shout for Joe to hear her, even as he leaned down to her, “what are you even doing here?”

“Didn’t Ben tell you we were coming out here tonight?”

“No! He said you were going to a club for someone’s birthday but he didn’t say where!”

“Well, now you know!” Joe straightened back up and mimed for having a drink, smiling brightly when Annie nodded furiously and took his hand. She didn’t want to get lost in the crowd as they headed for the bar. “What are you doing here?”

“Just celebrating an old friend’s birthday,” Annabelle bopped along to the music, “we have our own little table area and everything.”

“Yeah? Maybe we’ll join you, then,” Joe turned and ordered two shots of Vodka, “ours is so boring!”

“Oh, you just want to pick up my friends,” Annabelle smirked, “I know your game, Joe Mazzello.”

“You have hot friends!” he laughed, “I can’t help it!”

“That’s true,” Annabelle shrugged and curtsied a little when Joe handed her the shot, “cheers!”

They both slammed the drinks back and Joe ordered two more, turning to lean against the bar with his back to it.

“Where’s everyone else?” Annabelle looked around her but could only see flickering lights, random faces and bodies of strangers and the occasional glimpse of her friends at their table.

“They’re probably around here somewhere,” Joe shrugged and handed her one more shot, “ready?”

“Bottom’s up!” Annabelle smiled and downed her drink, “are you trying to get me drunk?”

“That would be impossible,” Joe scoffed, “you have the tolerance of a functioning alcoholic.”

“I really do!”

###

Annabelle and Joe have lost count of the amount of drinks they have shared. They danced their hearts out to whatever song was playing. Screaming the lyrics at each other, doing little “dance-offs”, going absolutely crazy together. They made anyone around them laugh hysterically as the DJ kept playing more and more 90’s hits remixes and cheesy club songs.

When a particular song started playing, Annabelle couldn’t contain her excitement. She dragged Clara to dance with her to the tune of their song, forgetting all about her former dance partner. Joe took the opportunity to pour some more drinks for everyone and grabbed a glass of water. Spotting his cast mates searching for him in the crowd, he waved at them frantically with both hands to flag them down and call them over.

“Where in the bloody hell have you been?!” Gwil smacked Joe’s arm, “and why won’t you answer any of my texts?”

“What texts?” Joe fished his phone out of his pocket and grimaced, “oh.”

“Wait, are those -”

“Annabelle and Clara?” Joe smiled proudly, “yes, and these are their friends.”

“Wow.”

“I know, right?”

“Did you know they were here?” Gwil waved at his cousin as she hung on to Clara for dear life, losing her balance as they danced, “shit, how much has she had?”

“About one trillion shots,” Joe shrugged, “I tried to cut her off -”

“I highly doubt that.”

Ben walked over to where Annabelle danced, wrapped his arms around her from behind and dipped his head down to whisper something in her ear. Annabelle leaned back into Ben’s body, letting him sway with her for a while, before he whispered something else in her ear and went to grab a seat by the table.

It wasn’t long before Annabelle’s friends were fawning over Gwil and Ben, who seemed to enjoy the attention. Rami and Lucy showed up soon after, dancing with Annie and Joe for a while. Not long after, Jamie walked over with a girl under each arm and plopped down on a vacant loveseat, utterly hammered.

“Damn, you lot don’t half-ass anything,” Ben chuckled when he took in the dishevelled looking girls Jamie had brought along, “I’m impressed.”

“Oh, that’s just regular Jamie behaviour,” Clara laughed, “just like that,” she pointed at Annie and Joe dancing seductively to each other to the blaring music, “is regular Annie behaviour.”

“Fuck me, she can move.”

“It comes with the territory when you’ve danced since the age of four,” Clara confirmed, “that’s also why there are so many dancing scenes on our show.”

Annie rolled her body as she strutted around Joe, her slinky silver top shining in the lights, the plunging neckline moving with her body. Joe reached over and grabbed her hips, pulling her to him and moving her from side to side to the beat of the music, his hips dipping a little lower with each swing of her hips. His hands roamed from her hips to her abdomen, wrapping tightly around her, pulling her even closer. Annabelle leaned forward with her body and shimmied her hips back a little, grinding up against Joe’s.

“He’s not such a bad dancer, too,” Clara mused, snapping Ben back to reality, “they look good out there.”

“Yeah,” Ben nodded absentmindedly and turned his head to look at his best friend and his girls’ dancing get more and more inappropriate by the seconds.

Joe and Annie interlaced fingers as they moved together, opening and closing their arms to the beat, as if they were rapping. Annabelle laughed, her smile lazy and intoxicated, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against Joe’s chest.

With her hands still in his, Joe wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to tell her something. Annie tilted her head sideways, her hair creating a curtain over Joe’s face. Whatever he had said or done to her in that very moment made Annabelle giggle and bite her bottom lip.

Something within Ben had snapped. He couldn’t just sit around and watch his best friend basically dry humping his girl like that, touching his girl like that, doing whatever it was he was doing with his girl. Even if she wouldn’t admit to it, Annabelle was, in fact, Ben’s girl. He had to shut down pretty girls all night because he didn’t want anyone else but her.

“Relax, they’re just dancing,” Clara noticed Ben’s clenched fists and grabbed his arm.

Just then, Joe kissed Annabelle’s left temple and let his hands glide down her arms. Ben shook Clara’s hand off his arm and stood up, downing the last of the drink he had in his hand, grimacing at the warm burn in his throat.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Ben growled, stomping his way to the two dancing drunks, “now.”

“What?” Joe looked up, confusion evident on his face, halting his movements.

“Her,” Ben pointed at Annabelle, who looked just as baffled as Joe did, “her, I can expect this from. But you -”

“Ben, what are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, twat,” Ben squared up to Joe, “going after my girl -”

“Hey!” Annabelle called.

“Annie, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, so help me God -”

“Ben, what are you talking about?” Joe pretty much screamed, not backing down, “we were dancing!”

“I know you were,” Ben chuckled bitterly, “but then you just had to kiss her neck?”

“Had to do what, now?”

“I saw you,” Ben hissed, “I was sitting right there and I saw -”

“Ben -”

“You fucking wanker,” Ben’s lips were in a tight line, his expression livid, as Joe and him got in each other’s personal space like two dogs ready to fight, “you motherfucking -”

“Ben!” Annabelle swooped in between them and pressed her hand to his chest, “Ben, look at me!”

Ben clenched his jaw and looked down at Annie, softening when he saw her big, bright eyes looking up at him. His nostrils flaring, Ben took a few angry breaths, gnawing at the inside of his cheek. Without so much as another word to either Joe or Annie, he turned around and headed for the door.

###

“What the fuck just happened?” Joe’s eyes followed Ben’s receding back, “what the fuck?!”

They didn’t even see Clara and Gwilym approach them. They were so shocked by Ben’s outburst that all they could do was just stand there and stare blankly.

“You went too far,” Clara’s voice snapped Annie out of her bubble, “he was just fine until homeboy started kissing your neck, there.”

“Kissing my neck? What?”

“What in the bloody hell were you thinking, you moron?!” Gwil shrieked at Joe, “do you really have no self control? At all?”

“I didn’t kiss her neck!” Joe burst out laughing, “oh my God, you all think I kissed her neck?!”

“We all saw you bloody did it!” Clara flicked his forehead, “dipshit!”

“Ouch!” Joe cried, “I really didn’t!”

“He really didn’t,” Annabelle’s heart dropped, “he told me about how he misheard the lyrics to that song when he first heart it and -”

“What you saw, really, was him kissing her head,” Jamie intervened, “she has a very kissable head.”

“Shut up Jamie,” Annabelle hissed.

“But he’s right!” Joe nodded frantically, “fuck!”

Without giving it a second thought, Annabelle went over to the table, grabbed her purse and her phone and made a beeline for the door, praying Ben will still be out there.

“Did I not say it was a ticking time bomb?” Rami sighed.

###

“You’re still here.”

Ben glanced over his shoulder at Annabelle, who ran her hand through her hair, gently tugging at it as she tried to figure out what to say next. He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned back around, silently seething.

“I went too far,” she tried again and sighed when he dipped his head down. Annabelle took a few cautious steps towards him, hoping he won’t simply leave her there or yell at her. Her heart felt like it tried to beat itself out of her chest. “I went too far, I know. But whatever you think you saw in there -”

“Do you want him?” Ben turned around, scratching the side of his nose, glaring at her, “is that it?”

“What?” Annabelle took another step forward, “no! Ben, no!”

“Are you sure?” he snarled, “because you cuddle up to him when I’m right there next to you, you constantly flirt with him -”

“What are you -”

“You bloody admitted you wanted to shag him, Annie,” Ben stomped on his cigarette, “right to my face.”

“Ben, I’m tired of repeating myself,” Annie groaned loudly, “it was just a game!”

“Was it, really?”

“You blithering idiot,” Annabelle hissed, “it’s you I fucking want, you knob!”

They glared at each other under the streetlight, ignoring the world around them.

“So, now what?” Ben pinched the bridge of his nose, “hm?”

“Ben -”

“I can’t share you, Annie,” his whole body seemed to slump, “I’m sorry.”

“No one asked you to.”

“I need to know what we are,” he looked at her and crossed his arms, “what this is.”

“We were taking it slow and -”

“Fuck that,” Ben sneered, “taking it slow? That ship has sailed, Annie.”

“Ben, I’m not good at relationships!”

“So you’d rather keep me in this fucked up limbo than actually admit that we’re in a relationship?”

“Why do we have to announce it to the whole world?”

“Who said anything about the whole world?!” Ben realised he was yelling and lowered his voice, “I was talking about me. Me,” he pointed at his chest, “I need to know what I am to you.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not when you’re off dancing like that with my best mate, no.”

“It was just a dance.”

“Not to me, it wasn’t.”

Annie shivered when a cold breeze brushed past her exposed skin and ruffled her hair. Ben wanted nothing more than to reach over and wrap himself around her to give her his warmth, but he knew he had to stand his ground now. He needed to tame the beast. He needed to know for sure.

“I’m yours.” She mumbled.

“Did you say something?”

“I’m yours!”

###

A/N (SURPRISE MUTHAFUCKAS): Don’t hate Joe.

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