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bakusoftie · 5 years ago

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Could you do a barbarian bakugou and his s/o with "strangers like me" the Tarzan song, like how the reader show him things from her village like her costumes and how different they are from his, idk like super cute overall interaction well as cute as one can be with explosion boy over here...

did i hear Fantasy Au? 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

y’all I’m a thirsty bitch for Tarzan

🥴 I guess feral is my type

this kinda ventured off from the request but i hope you liked it because I might make another part to this🤭

Strangers Like Me | Dragon!Bakugou x Reader | Fantasy AU

Your village was widely known as the most technologically advanced in the land.

Yet, you never felt like it was enough.

You had a dream of traveling to other places and experiencing other cultures unlike your own.

Everyone wanted to live in King Toshinori’s realm but you wanted to leave.

“Wanderlust. That’s what you have!” Your best friend, Izuku Midoriya told you as you confided in your feelings to him.

Great. You know the word but what exactly do you do with a word?

Well, you started with working your ass off to make some more money so you can afford to travel.

You had a business as a merchant selling antiques and homemade jewelry.

That’s how you met Izuku.

His mother was a baker for King Toshinori but his father was an traveling merchant. (Although you thought it was just an excuse to abandon them for 8 years)

It took a couple of months to gather enough funds but you finally did it.

Most people thought you were crazy for wanting to venture in the unknown but for some reason, your heart was telling you to go find something.

A purpose?

An adventure?

Maybe even a soulmate?

Whatever it might be, you were prepared to face it.

You made sure to pack some products you could sell on your way. You packed a couple of hand-carved figures, a necklace you made of dragon’s teeth, and some other random junk.

You rushed over to the castle to say your goodbyes to your dearest friend, who was getting unusually close to the king but you thought it could’ve been because his mother worked for Toshinori.

“D-do you ever know where you’re going though?” Izuku stammered as he tried to get you to stay.

“Nope.”

Izuku was baffled at your nonchalant response.

“U-uh...H-how about I come with you? I’ve been training so hard lately and I’m really good with a sword now!”

“Izuku, I have to do this alone. I appreciate everything you have done for me and the years of friendship we’ve had together” you pulled the small green-haired boy in for a warm hug.

You didn’t know when you’d see him again and the thought pierced through your heart.

“I promise when I find what I’m looking for that I’ll send you a letter about what exactly it is” you swore to every god in the sky and earth.

Izuku tried to get you to back out but he knew how stubborn and prideful you could be. It reminded him of another childhood friend of his. One that nobody dares talk about in this kingdom.

You took a last glance at the only place you’ve know all your life and walked right through the gates with no regrets and watched as the castle grew smaller and smaller from your view.

The dirt road you were traveling on was rough and gravelly and there were trees surrounding both sides of the road. You had to be cautious of dangerous animals and people.

You were walking for quite a while when the sun started going down and the night sky shoned with stars and constellations. You were so mesmerized and distracted that you didn’t even hear the rustling of trees or feel the burning stare of crimson eyes peaking out from the trees.

You snapped out of your headspace when you saw a blur of white from the corner of your eyes and reached down to your belt to grab the small knife that Izuku gifted you for protection.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you trespassing in my land,dumbass” said a loud gruff voice that echoed throughout the forest.

You turn around to meet the man the voice was attached to and you were starstruck once again.

He had spiky ash-blonde hair that looked so ironically soft and these sharp, glaring eyes that looked like rubies. He wore a fluffy white fur cape with nothing underneath, displaying his athletic build and ripped abdomen. He looked so feral and majestic. He reminded you of a lion or an angry hedgehog.

He spoke with an accent you were not very familiar of but came to realize it was a Dragonborn accent. You knew because Izuku once told you of when his father took him to the land of the dragons while they were there for business and him meeting some rambunctious boy named ‘Kacchan’.

The Dragonborns were rumored to be an entire land full of people who were cursed by a goddess and now have the blood of dragons flowing through their veins. They transform into scaled beasts and lay waste to villages.

You were hopeing that those were only rumors but with how those vermilion eyes are staring into you with malice and hatred, you weren’t very sure.

“U-uh I’m just a traveling merchant! I didn’t know these lands belonged to you so please don’t hurt me” you raised your hands in surrender thinking it would calm the man down but your words seem to pierce his heart.

“You people always think dragons are always so violent and evil. You’re so quick to assume so maybe I should just prove the rumors right,huh?!”

The savage man took a step towards you and before you could make a move to protect yourself, you tripped on a rock making you fall back onto the jagged path. In the process, you managed to cut yourself with the dagger in your hand.

The ash-blonde just stopped in his tracks and busted out laughing until his voice was raspy while let out a few ’fucking dumbass’s and ’clumsy bitch’

You deadpanned at his crude behavior and wondered if he was still going to hurt you. You could feel your mind getting dizzy and woozy as the blood flowed through your arm.

’Damn I must have hit an artery’ you thought to yourself as you began to see black spots fill your vision.

The dragonborn looked at the dumbass who passed out on the ground and decided he was about to make a big mistake but it wasn’t like he could just leave you there to die. He had morals even if he was the savage King of Dragons.

You felt yourself waking up on a bed that wasn't your own and realized that you were not, in fact, dreaming and the barbarian must have kidnapped you so he could kill you slowly or eat the flesh off of your bones or whatever the hell dragons do.

What you didn’t expect was to open your eyes to see the gremlin dragon boy who kidnapped you, looking through your shit with a confused and lowkey adorable face.

“Hey! That’s mine, you feral thot!”

“What the fuck even is this shit?” he yelled back as he stuck the utensil in his spiky hair; you tried so hard to stifle your laughter.

T-this boy didn’t know what a fork was?

‘Wow. He’s really sheltered,isn’t he?’ Your curiosity got the best of you. Dragons probably lived so different than humans but still...he put a fork in his fucking hair.

You got up from the creaky bed and over to where he was crouched on the ground with your stuff splayed around him. You reached over to his ash-blonde hair and took the fork out and for some reason, he let out a choked sound like a mewl from his throat.

“Let me teach you!,” you excitedly said as you grabbed a wooden statue of King Toshinori and placed it in his hands.

You were expected his confused expression to come back but the only look you could read off his ever-scowling face was sadness and regret.

“A-are you okay, dragon boy?” Your concern drew him out of his sorrow and a look of false strength and intimidation spread across his features.

“Bakugou Katsuki.” He stated.

“Huh? I don’t speak your reptilian language.”

“ITS MY NAME YOU DUMBFUCK!”

Oh. Bakugou Katsuki. That name certainly fit him well.

It was also so familiar to you.

“Well, my name is Y/N L/N.”

He muttered something under his breath but you couldn’t understand it.

You remembered that you were supposed to be showing him what everything you had was and grabbed on to the wooden figure you made of your best friend, you even colored in his green hair using fabric paint.

“This right here is one of my prize possessions; He’s my best friend and his name is-“.

“Deku?!” Bakugou growled and snarled at the sight of the person he hates the most in this world in your arms and he wonders if you were sent by that freckled idiot to kill him or worse; make him go back home.

“Who’s Deku? W-Wait....do you recognize him? But that means that you must be...Kacchan?!”

Oh shit.

If what Izuku said was true; you were going to die.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #bakugokatsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader

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angst-king · 4 years ago

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Glad I ran

(this is a trans kirishima x Bakugou..Kirishima hasn't picked out his boy name yet so he'll go by his last name through most of this. WARNING: contains homophobic parents, abusive actions and language. You've been warned..this is also on my DA page..i wont be linking it on here)

Kirishima was in his room shaking when his mother was screaming at the poor boy. "What the bloody hell is this huh?!" She yells holding up Kirishima's 'dream journal', it only had his last name on the front since he hated his first name his mother gave him."m-my dream journal" She flips open to a couple of page reading it and a look of anger appeared."So you hate the name Ijima? You hate your body so much, you hate being a pretty girl? I thought I was doing a good job as a parent but I guess not since you wanna be a mental faggot!" Flinching at her blooming voice, Kirishima was scared about what would happen next. Then his heart began to crack as the red head watched his mother rant and shred up the pages of his journal.

The journal contained drawings, rants, and goals he made for himself, and other things. "I can't believe I actually kept you!..I should've just gotten an abortion like he'd offered!" Trying to speak through tears Kirishima stammered "m-mom pl-please" his voice quiet, the book flew at his face. "SHUT UP YOU BASTARD!" Mrs Kirishima then went to grab something, chucking books at him, and getting other things. Hurling more physical and verbal abuse at Kirishima who was to scared to use his quirk fearing if he did the torture would grow worse. Even with rough hands squeezing and throttling him by his neck hitting his head against the bed frame all Kiri could do was take the pain. 'I deserve this' 'I'm useless and a coward who doesn't deserve to be accepted.' His mind brought more thoughts, finally when he heard the door slam was when he realized that he needed to get out of house now but that was already taken care of. Ms Kirishima stormed back in ,"GET OUT NOW, I DON'T WANT YOU HERE ANYMORE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LIKE ON THE FUCKING STREET AND GET HIT BY A DAMN CAR!" that really killed the boy who just wanted to be loved. He tried in the past to be just like his mother wanted but, this was the flag that said. 'it'll never happen' Shakily standing to his feet, the redhead's legs carry him out of the house after he grabs his phone that needs to be charged. He thinks about where he should go as he heads for the door, when the thought of his fiery blonde crush Bakugou. The Bakusquad knew about Kirishima being a transgender male, and with Mina's help he'd had a chest binder he could wear to school. He could even wear it with his hero costume with more help from Mina's awesome design skills.

Forgetting to put on some shoes, he heads out into the rainy cold outside world. Holding himself shivering and sniffling, wiping is tear, bruised, cut, and rain stained cheeks. He's weak, he hadn't eaten much that day and his anxiety is high enough to make him have a seizure. Kirishima had anxiety induced epilepsy, he's had anxiety in school but its never been high enough for him to fall to the ground and convulse. His mother refused to believe that he had it and would even just leave him on the floor at home to go do stuff, or would 'accidentally' stepped on him. When he gets to a familiar house he's feeling very weak and tired. Just barely able to hold himself upright but, its long enough to knock on the door before leaning against the door railing. Mitsuki was folding the laundry while Masaru was in the kitchen and Katsuki was in his room when. Mitsuki hears a knock at the door, she puts down a shirt she was folding and gets up. She didn't expect any visitors, and she knew that Katsuki didn't either nor Masaru still she goes to answer the door. Opening the door a shaking soaking wet, barefoot, and beaten Kirishima stood at the door. "Kirishima honey what are you doing here? what happened to you!?" But before he could answer he fell to the ground and had a seizure making Mitsuki yell for her boys to come over and help. "Katsuki! Masaru!" Both rushed over, Bakugou was acting his usual self before seeing the scenario. "what is it old ha-" He paused when he saw his friend convulsing on the floor, Masaru immediately went into the action after the seizure slowed enough to drag the other inside until the seizure stopped. It actually made Katsuki freeze seeing his friend like this, but there wasn't time to do this when Masaru was giving orders. "I'm gonna get him to the couch, Mitsuki can you clear it off for me. Katsuki grab the first aid kit, a towel, and one of your shirts please." Only a nod was the response an the two blondes were put to work. Masaru was never a loud man, he could be timid and quiet, but he knew how to command a room and get things done

. Once the couch was cleared, Masaru carries Kirishima's limp but slightly jerking body to it and carefully lays him down elevating his head. Katsuki came back with what he was asked to get and Mitsuki was trying to help wake the boy up. Though when she looked him over she noticed marks and bruises scattered along the boy's body. "Masaru look at all the marks" Masaru looks to and frowns, Katsuki couldn't help but have a sick feeling in his stomach at all the marks he was seeing. Mitsuki helps dry Kirishima off which wakes him up slowly. His eyes fluttered open dazed and trying to focus, though hearing the soft voices calling for him he looked around. "wh-where am I?" Mitsuki felt so bad that the kid didn't even remember, but told him. "You're at our house hun, you came over knocking and had a seizure." Kirishima seeing all the familiar faces now remembered why he came here. "th-thanks you, I-I'm sorry about the s-seizure." A gentle hand rest on Kirishima's tender shoulder, he looks to Masaru.

"Its no trouble bud, you come here all the time but. You never come like this, is everything okay?" Biting his slightly busted lip Kirishima whimpered, Bakugou's family didn't know about him being trans, he just passed pretty well with a bit of make up. "I-I'm sorry but I d-don't wanna talk about it, i-it was scary." Masaru nods, and thank god Bakugou offered. "Hey come on you can change in my room." Kirishima nods but is interrupted by Mitsuki. "gotta bandage you up first hun" "th-thanks a lot" He smiles tiredly while the two adults work on bandaging Kirishima up. Kirishima would only wince every so often but didn't whine or whimper at them. When he was bandaged up, Bakugou leads Kirishima up to his room so he could change. Up in Bakugou's room Kirishima was wearing Bakugou's shirt that was a bit big on him. Sitting on the bed a curled up Bakugou had a feeling about what happened. "You okay red?" Bakugou sits next to him his usually rough and explosive palms gingerly fall upon Kirishima's back. His voice is soft and sweet, the kindness soothed him a little. Kirishima only nods though still Bakugou asks the question. "Red, did something happen for you to come here bare foot in the rain?" Kirishima looked down at his feet but sighed and nods. Bakugou was testing the water now. "Was it your mom?" Kirishima only nods while wiping tears away, Bakugou started to feel angry hearing this information. He pulls the other close until the his arms are wrapped around him while Kirishima's facing his chest.

"Its gonna be okay I promise red." Kirishima cried into his chest for a little while until he could pull himself together in time for dinner. Coming down stairs when Masaru called them for dinner. "Hey boys you ready to eat?" The boys nod while going to grab their bowls and taking them to the table and eating after thanking Masaru. Matsuki was happy to see Kirishima eating, as he looked like he was really hungry and feeling a little better. Neither parent questioned why Kirishima came here feeling as if it was a sensitive situation for him. "Thank you Mr and Mrs Bakugou" Kirishima smiles before shoveling food into his hungry mouth. "You're quite welcome hun" The blonde woman smiles, she always saw Kirishima as the son she and Masaru didn't have to make or legally adopt so she didn't mind having him over. Kirishima did help Masaru or Bakugou with the dishes when ever he did come over and stayed for dinner, so that's what he did when he was done. After dinner both Bakugou and Kirishima headed back up stairs to hang out. While watching a movie Kirishima sat close to Bakugou who was tempted to hold him. Bakugou had a soft spot for Kirishima but didn't know how to say it, his parents told him to just be honest about it don't beat around the bush so that's what he did. "Hey red, can I tell you something?" Kirishima turned looking at Bakugou curiously "yeah bro what is it" "I like you" "...like best friends?" Bakugou grabs him by the shoulders, "I want to be with you" then slamming their lips into a sweet soft kissed. Kirishima kisses back, shocked at how soft the blond's lips really were. It felt like fireworks and a surge of happiness went through Kirishima's body. His crush liked him back, and he was just kissed by him. "So we're boyfriends?" "mhm" "good."

Crawling into Bakugou's lap they went back to watching the movie while Bakugou plays with the red mop of hair. When they grew tired enough to get under the covers, Kirishima's head was on Bakugou's chest while his arms were around hid torso. "Bakugou" His soft sudden voice said "yes Kiri?" "so you love me even though I'm not a real boy?" "Kirishima you are a real man, no matter how you look or what's under your shirt or in your pants." "thanks Bakugou" What they didn't know what Mitsuki could hear the two as she walked passed her son's door, smiling as she walked to her shared room with Masaru. She told him about it, the two were very supportive of Bakugou. When he came out he was actually pretty shy when he did it but they didn't care they thought it was brave of him to do it. Mitsuki would tease him sometimes asking 'any cute boys at school yet?' The next morning Bakugou woke up to Kirishima's phone going off with multiple text and voice messages. "hmmng?" Tiredly grabbing the red and black phone of the charger, Bakugou go sees some of the text on the lock screen and he's getting angry. 'How could someone treat such a sweet person so horribly?' He thought to himself while reading the text, he then decided to unlock the phone, he knew the password. Reading more of the text he then forwarded them to his own phone as evidence if they needed it.He then goes to his own phone after turning off Kirishima's phone and texted his mom. 'Hey mom read these text when you wake up, these are from Kirishima's mom. I had a feeling this is why he came over here' It'd only been ten minutes when Mitsuki texted back 'what the hell, so I take it he came out to her and it went wrong?!' 'Maybe' 'well thanks for sending me this' 'welcome' When it was around the time most of them got up on the weekend, Kirishima got up and got ready with Bakugou. Kirishima had slept without his binder, so Bakugou helped him put it on. Bakugou wanted to make breakfast so he was in the kitchen today while the others were in the living room. Kirishima's phone continued to dings with text or ring. He'd groan irritated and answered it, he'd went into another room when he saw it was his mother. By the time breakfast was ready Kirishima looked ready to cry again after the phone call. He'd endured more screaming from his mother and it was really getting to his head. He quietly sat down at the table and thanked Katsuki for making breakfast. The table was quiet with the small talk from Masaru.

"How'd you boys sleep last night?" "Slept pretty well thanks" Katsuki answered, the usual sunshine red head was quiet and seemed anxious. He didn't wanna go home, but he also didn't wanna over stay his welcome. "Kirishima hun, you alright?" Mitsuki noticed this, Kirishima nods even if he did wanna cry right there and then, he held off. Mitsuki before getting out of bed showed Masaru the text Bakugou showed her, so they all had a gist of what was going on. "Kirishima is something going on at home with your mom?" Asked Mitsuki, Kirishima bites his lip putting down his utensils, he felt nervous. What if he gets in trouble for telling them? Will they make him go back anyway? will they believe him?

"Kiri hun whatever's going on you can tell us...look Katsuki saw the text from your mom on your phone and forwarded them to me. What's going on hun?" Kirishima's anxiety started up but he knew he couldn't hide from them anymore. If he wanted his problems solved he needed to man up and tell them. "Sh-She found my dream journal, i-it had goals, ra-rants and w-what I'd like for the future. Sh-she must've read about me being a transgender g-gay boy...She sc-screamed and beat me up and t-told me to get out....hoped I get hit by a car and various other things. I-I was scare to use my quirk because she might make it worse." Shaking a little with sympathetic eyes all watching and listening, Bakugou slipped a hand under the table and held Kirishima's shaking one to calm him. Mitsuki looked down while grabbing a napkin and wiping her mouth. "Kirishima I'm sorry to hear that-" Masaru was interrupted by an angry wife but she wasn't angry at Kirishima no. she was angry at how Kirishima's mother could do something like this. "M-Mitsuki?" "M-Mrs Bakugou?" Mitsuki sighed and talked in an all to calm voice "Kirishima call me mom, that woman is no mother to you." Only a nod was his response, breakfast continued quietly with an awkward silence and thick tension from Mitsuki.

While Kirishima helped wash the dishes with Bakugou, he spoke. "i-I'm sorry for ruining breakfast" Bakugou's fist tightened up then loosened before wrapped his strong arms around Kirishima's smaller frame. "Don't fucking be sorry, that woman who's supposed to be your mom is to blame, not you." "th-thank you Bakugou" Kirishima earns a soft kiss on the forehead and then went back to washing the dishes. When they finished Mitsuki came out with her keys and jacket. "Hey boys go put some shoes on and a jacket, its chilly out." Both boys were confused as to why they were to get ready to go somewhere but didn't question it. Kirishima wore more of Bakugou's stuff, Misuki giggles. "You look cute in your boyfriend's clothes" Both boys blushed and Mitsuki smirks."Mother knows all~" She teases while walking to the car, the boys follow her and get in the back seat. Both are curious as to where their destination was and why they were going so suddenly? Mitsuki gave no hints, the sounds of Kirishima's mother spamming his phone only drove her to wanting to drive faster and to be more determined. When they entered Kirishima's neighborhood, he got a bad feeling in his stomach that he hoped would go away soon but. When they got close to his house the feeling grew, and then filled him with dread as they stopped in front of his house. "Alright lets go" Mitsuki says while unlocking the car, so Bakugou and Kirishima hop out and Mitsuki leads them to the front door. Mitsuki stood in front of the boys and knocked on the door, Kirishima feels an arm around his waist as they waited.

It only took a few minutes for a young black haired woman answers the door. She frowns seeing Kirishima but jumps an punt on a front as soon as Mitsuki clears her throat. "I believe this is the Kirishima house hold" "Yes oh my god, you found Ijima thank you so much!" Mitsuki could see right through her and thought 'two could play that game'. "Yes I found him on my front door, barefoot, covered in bruises and having a seizure as soon as I opened the door." "Oh gosh thank you so much, she ran away last night be-" Mitsuki smirked with her folded arms she looks into the red eyes of the shorter woman who glared at Kirishima. "Yes he ran away because you told him to leave and to get hit by a car. You told him how much you didn't want him because of who he wants to be, not who he chose to be." Mrs Kirishima still kept up her facade "what are you talking about I would never do that to my daug-" "I have the text that you sent your son, he told us everything." Mitsuki's bluntness didn't silence Mrs Kirishima who huffed. "Well then what did you come here for?" "To get Kirishima's stuff, he's staying with us." Both Kirishima and Mrs Kirishima raised a brow confusedly. "No she's not she's my daughter not yours!" The raven haired woman's voice rose making the red head flinch but Mitsuki didn't budge. "You didn't want your son, you told him to get hit by a car and numerous other things...remember I can just call CPS you know. He's obviously more welcome and comfortable at our house." Mitsuki's tone left no room to argue and Mrs Kirishima scoffed. "Fine then get your shit and get out" She growled lowly, Kirishima rushes passed the woman with Bakugou in tow.

Kirishima grabs a bag and Bakugou helps him pack what he can while Mitsuki waits out front with an ace up her sleeve. She'd set her phone to record before getting out of the car, so the whole conversation was being recorded. She'd edit out all of the long pauses of silence that she needed to in order to hand it over to the correct professionals. Only fifteen minutes and the boys were back and Kirishima had all he needed, shoes included. When exiting the threshold, Mrs Kirishima pushed him out before slamming the door. Katsuki caught him and held him steady as they headed back to the car. "Th-thanks M-..Mom" "You're welcome Kirishima" They headed back to Bakugou's house and Kirishima went up to Bakugou's room while Mitsuki disgusted things with Masaru.Talking about the recording, calling CPS, and what to do with Kirishima. While they did that Kirishima and Bakugou cuddled on the bed. "So I'm gonna be with you guys...I'm glad" "Me too, I would've punched that bitch if she wasn't a woman..though mom would've beat me to it I'm sure if she didn't show restraint." Kirishima chuckles and nods "I'm sure both of you would've went to town on her but seriously. I'm glad I'm with you. I couldn't have picked a better how to run away too."

#Bakushima #bakugou x kirishima #transgender kirishima x Bakugou

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bohemian-war · 6 years ago

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‘LOVE WILL TEAR US APART’ [CHAPTER 2]

(Credits to @bens-hardy for the gif).

Ben Hardy!Six x Fem Reader (Six Underground)

Summary (Six Underground): The film tells the story of 6 billionaires who form a vigilante squad by faking their deaths to take down notorious criminals. Warnings: language, character development, flirting, alcohol…

Word Count: 2.5k+ (…sorry that it’s too short)

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry that this took so long. I have been extremely busy these past few weeks so I hope you really enjoy this part. I am also taking my time as I don’t want to reveal everything straightaway so even when this chapter feels like a filler one, don’t you worry because from chapter three I am gonna start explaining everything about the Six Underground organisation and it really takes off from there :D. Also, in case you were wondering, I always imagined Joe as John as that bass player in The Black Heart ;). When it comes to Brian, it’s always been Machine Gun Kelly’s look as Tommy Lee in The Dirt. He is gonna play a big role in this story. So stay tuned!

(Credits to @geidiprimezs for the gif). Finally, I am sorry for all the grammatical/structure errors. Again, English is not my main language so I apologise for that. I always try to write more dialogue as a) it is easier to read; b) even when I love description I suck at it so I am sorry if you always find the same word/expression in every sentence. I always tend to write as to how the story is developed in my head in the first place. So, I am sorry. I am trying to get better at it, I promise. I cannot even express myself properly in my mother tongue. It is something I’ve struggled with since I was a child and it keeps getting worse due to my anxiety so bear with me on that one!

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PART 1

(I will do a master list and a playlist soon :D).

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Disclaimer:

– Fem Reader is a twenty-one-year-old med student studying at the Imperial College London.

– Ben (Six) is a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire.

The story takes place in 2019 but there are flashbacks to make the whole thing look more realistic.

Finally, the outfit that Ben is wearing to play the drums is the one on the gif (beanie included :P) and this is the reader’s:

Enjoy!

[Y/N POV]

Y/N AND ELLIE’S APARTMENT, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something…” you say focusing all your attention to your laptop’s screen.

“Is this about that playboy boyfriend of yours again?”

“Ellie, I already told you that he is not my boyfriend. He was just being nice...”

“Playboy boyfriend or Prince Charming. It does not matter. All of them are basically the same. They act nice and then they trap you in their spider web to get in your pants.”

You roll your eyes and ignore her comment.

“He is like a ghost! It is like he’d just vanished!”

She makes her way to the couch and sits next to you with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Maybe he is not on social media. I mean… Six? What kind of name is that?”

You sigh as Ellie sees you scrolling down on Facebook desperately.

“If you’d like, we could always try and track him down… Perhaps if you ask some people in the pub…”

“I am not going back,” you affirm bluntly.

“Then, I don’t know how I could help you, love.”

You sigh again and turn your gaze towards her.

“It is okay. I just wanted to thank him properly for what he did.”

“Are you sure this man even exists?”

“Ellie…”

“Okay, okay. Just sayin’”

You sigh again for the third time and look back at the screen. You slam it down close and stand up.

“You know what? I had enough. I might pop up to the National Gallery for the new music bands exhibition. Are you coming?”

“I’d love to but I am helping Eric with his new project.”

“New project?”

“I’ll keep you updated as I don’t even know what I am doing myself. Knowing Eric though it might involve RuPaul and drags and stuff…”

You laugh and shake your head.

After spending so much time debating about your outfit, you finish getting ready and take the first train from your place to Charing Cross. When you get off and go out into the street, the square is full of people. On the one hand, tourists who do not stop taking pictures with their selfie sticks and, on the other, locals who return home after a long and hard day at work. You make your way to the main entrance and grab a map from the foyer area. The exhibition is huge so you decide to visit the rock section first.

NATIONAL GALLERY, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

You are simply surprised by the amount of memorabilia. The gallery shows the history of the biggest names in music: AC/DC, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, The Rolling Stones, Mötley Crüe, Led Zeppelin… The collection also includes handwritten song lyrics, costumes worn during performances, studio equipment, promotional material, and singles. One of the spaces is beautifully dedicated to Queen and your eyes end up admiring various musical instruments; from John Deacon's bass guitar and a replica of Brian May's synthesizer to Roger Taylor's drum set.

Suddenly, you look away and come across with a familiar face. Casual look and hands in his pockets. He is also looking at the drum set. He is so lost in it that he barely notices you. You smile and decide to approach him.

[Six POV]

“Hey… It’s you!”

You direct your gaze towards that voice and your heart skips a beat. You never thought you would see her again. You could barely see her features under the dim light of the pub left alone when you both talked in the street. Nevertheless, everything changes now and you seem… speechless?

Wake up, you stupid asshole! “I just saw you admiring Rog’s set and thought that it’d be nice to say “hi”, Six right?”

She holds out her hand for you to shake. You eventually do.

“That’s thoughtful of you… Y/N?”

Of course, I remember your name…

She nods.

“Do you like music?”

“Who doesn’t?” Y/N smiles.

What a stupid question…

“I mean, the rock of the 70s and 80s…”

“Are you kidding? It was the best music! It still is… I think everything started with The Beatles back in the 60s though…”

You look at her with interest. You are surprised by her taste in music and want to know more.

“What is your favourite band?”

I cannot believe I am asking her these childish questions…

“Joy Division, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Queen… That’s why I decided to come to the exhibition today. They have done a great job so far.”

“Are you a Queen fan?!”

“Of course! I might have the biggest crush on Roger Taylor…”

I…like…you…

“All the girls do. I mean, he is alright…”

“Alright? Have you seen him in the 70s? He is literally gorgeous! Like a Renaissance painting.

You scoff and shake your hand at her obsession while running your tongue through your bottom lip.

“So… he’s alright…” Y/N repeats your words pointing at Roger’s set emphasising what you just said. “That’s why you were so lost in the kit!”

“No, I wasn’t!”

Liar…

“You look a little bit like him, to be honest…” Y/N smirks.

What…

She is approaching you now. She squints her eyes.

Too close…

“If only you had longer hair though…” her voice coming out like a whisper.

“What would you do?”

“Hmmm?”

“If I had longer hair… What would you do?”

You see her parting her lips and hold your gaze. Your eyes like blazing fire. If looks could kill or do something else… “I wanted to thank you for what you did last night but… I couldn’t find you and…”

“Don’t even mention it. It was my pleasure.” you cut her off and quickly run your fingers through your hair.

“Right…”

You try to avoid looking at her directly in the eyes because of the effect she has on you; a kind of warm feeling going down your spine, You don’t really know what it means but it kinds of scare you.

"Oi Six!" Suddenly, you see a tall man approaching and giving you a small pat on the back. You cannot help but return it with a big smile.

"Hey, what's up man?!"

"Brian, mate, how are you doing? Long time no see!"

“Good, I have not seen you in a while!”

“I have been busy…” You frown and sigh.

“I went to The Black Heart and Bobby told me that you would be here. Playing tonight?”

“Yeah. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make it by nine.”

“Great!”

Brian turns around and sees Y/N standing in an awkward position.

“Who’s this? New friend?”

You start feeling the tension built in the pit of your stomach. You clench your jaw.

“Sorry! That was rude of me. I am Brian.”

“Not at all! is it Brian for Brian May?”

“Wow! I like her.”

You cannot help but glare at him.

Watch it, mate…

“Unfortunately, I am not May but if you say so, I’ll take it,” he winks at Y/N.

“My name is Y/N by the way,” she holds her hand out again.

“Are you a Queen fan?”

“I certainly am.”

“Then you should come to The Black Heart tonight. Our friend Six here is gonna play. He is obsessed with Roger Taylor. He is his muse!

“Really?”

Y/N’s face lights up but you cannot tell whether is of surprise or emotion. She squints her eyes.

“The Black Heart…”

“Do you know it?” Brian asks in surprise.

“We actually met there…” you cut him off.

“Oh great! Everything settled then.”

“Brian…” you warned him.

“Are you playing too?” Y/N shows some interest.

“I’ll be there with some friends but I am not playing tonight.”

You can see the doubt in her eyes and you intervene before it gets worse.

“I am sure she’s got plans anyways, Bri.”

“Actually, I’d like to come!”

Fuck…

You curse and roll your eyes at the stupid situation. That pain in the chest again.

“Great! See ya both there then.”

[Y/N POV]

You definitely don’t want to return to the pub but there was something dragging you back there. It was probably the fact that you were very curious about watching Six play live. For some reason, you could not picture him behind a drum set and you were still mad at him for lying to you. On the other hand, it’d be nice to see him fail.

You made sure you were properly dressed this time. You did not want to get into any more trouble so you opt for a pair of fitted jeans, a nice top, high heels boots, and a black leather jacket.

Summer was about to start but it does not make any difference when you are leaving in London anyway. Ellie is not at home anymore so you finish cleaning, lock up, and make your way to the pub.

THE BLACK HEART, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

[SIX POV]

“What time is your girlfriend coming?”

The boys are setting up and getting ready for the big night. The pub is already full of people chatting and having a nice time.

“I already told you that she is not my girlfriend, Brian.”

“Well, she is hot…”

“She is a kid.”

“I mean, if you don’t like her…”

You drop one of the mics and turn around with an angry look in your face.

“Don’t even think about it!” you growl. Your friend laugh.

“That’s what I thought, mate…”

You scoff and shake your head.

“Just make sure that you never play “I am in love with my car” in front of her or she will run away.”

“Oh, shut up!”

THE BLACK HEART (20:45 pm)

(”Princess of China” by Coldplay is playing)

[Y/N POV]

You arrive at the pub and it is already packed. You sigh and enter into an anxious mode. You simply couldn’t help but think of what happened the night before. Somehow, you manage to brush those thoughts off and get to the counter. This time, Ellie is not here with you so you have your ID ready in case they ask for it.

“What would you like lovely?”

“Just a coke, please.”

The bartender leaves and comes back with a glass full of the beverage and ice a few seconds later.

“There you are, sweetheart…”

“Thank you!”

You reach for your purse when you see the man shaking his head.

“It’s on the house…”

“Really? Thanks!”

The man nods and continues serving. You grab your drink and take it to your lips while observing the place again. You spot the empty stage in the distance including the drum set.

Where are you?

Suddenly, you hear a screeching noise coming from one of the microphones. It’s Brian!

“Night everyone! Some of you might already know me,” he says adjusting the mic to his height. “I am Bri. I was not planning on playing tonight but there has been a change of plans.”

Some people star clapping as he lifts his guitar up. You smile and take another swig from your coke with enthusiasm. “I’d like to introduce you to some people. This is John our bass player. And before someone makes the joke, no, we are not Queen.”

Many people start laughing.

“Finally, our special member, Six, on the drums…”

“Six, we love you!” You could see a couple of girls whispering and cheering about the drummer. You roll your eyes. So predictable…

“Sorry, ladies but Six will be just hitting on the drums tonight, I am afraid…”

You are thankful for Bri’s intervention and smile shyly to yourself shaking your head with amusement at the same time.

Six is sat behind the set of drums with a smug look on his face. He is finishing getting ready and checking on his equipment. He takes a swig of water and some drops stained his t-shirt. If he is nervous he knows very well how to hide it.

“We are gonna do some covers tonight,” Brian continues“… and we also have a surprise by the end of the night. So bear with us and we hope that you are all not to pissed to miss it.”

More laughs.

The list of covers is long but good; from “A Message” by Coldplay to “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles.

“And now… our final song…”

This catches your attention even more and all the pub goes quiet.

“…for a friend who’s currently in the room…” Brian puts on his visor and finally spots you.

“Y/N! there you are!”

Suddenly, a spotlight points directly in your direction and you have to cover your eyes due to the bright light. Everybody is staring at you and you start panicking. You freeze in your stool and feel a heat sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Oh no…

“Y/N loves Queen so we could not say goodbye without playing a song by the band itself. We will do the chorus and Six here will do the rest. “This is Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, everybody! Y/N we hope you like it…

When they finish, they are cheered by everyone and quickly get off the stage. You see Six approaching you and start playing with your straw while pretending to be drinking from your third coke of the night.

“Hey…”

“Hey…” you sigh.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Six makes a sign to the bartender for what you assumed was a beer but he immediately directs his green eyes right back at you.

“Yeah, I mean, it was alright…” He raises an eyebrow and a smile begins to form at the corner of your lips. He shakes his head.

“Just alright?”

“Hmmm, I’d say meh.”

You wrinkle your nose in uncertainty and Six observes you with a funny look on his face.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“I don’t drink…”

“Right…”

“But I will have one last coke. I will probably not sleep tonight with that much caffeine in my body though. I also feel that I should be paying for this,” you lift up your glass.

“It’s okay. I told Bobby that you are my host tonight. You can have anything you like. It is on me really…”

You frown and smile.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t even mention it.”

He grabs his pint and takes a big swig of it.

“I didn’t know you could play that well.”

“How could you know anyway?”

Rude.

“I truly enjoyed it, honestly.”

“I thought you said it was alright…”

“You were though…”

“Me?!”

You try to contain your laughter.

“Did you even see how I was banging those drums, love?”

Love…

“I know better…”

You could tell that he is offended.

Touché.

“What the f…”

“Roger Taylor is better than you!”

“Well, Roger fucking Taylor wished he could be me.”

Six scoffs and takes another large swig of his beer trying to hide behind his cruel words. You know he did not mean them. He adores Roger…

“Tommy Lee…”

“A total wanker!”

“Not true.”

“Well, he makes decent music. Not my style though.”

Six’s cockiness is back. A defence weapon.

“He does the real spinning…”

“I can do that too.”

“Sure…”

“I could show you if you let me…” he grins at you.

He leans into you and his big green eyes start taking everything of you in. His warm breath fanning over your face. That feeling in the pit of your stomach, again.

What is wrong with you Y/N?

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hyuckles-chuckles · 6 years ago

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the note you left with your favourite choker — d. kyungsoo

you and your group of friends all go to a halloween party. you thought you were going to be the only wearing a mask that covers the upper part of your face — what you didn’t expect was to be completely head-over-heels for the guy wearing a mask that covered half of his face with the luscious lips.

pairing ; do kyungsoo x fem!reader

other character(s) ; irene bae, kang seulgi, oh sehun, zhang yixing with mentions of kim minseok and byun baekhyun · seulgi x sehun

genre ; fluff, smut, strangers-to-lovers!au · word count ; 6.9k · rating ; 18+ · warning(s) ; drinking, swearing, sexual content (m oral, protected sex)

request ; “Can i request a scenario for Kyungsoo please? The plot is what if he met this girl on halloween masquerade party, they have a one night stand but that girl leaving her necklace on the nightstand with a message “return the necklace to me please” with her phone number on it, after that is up to you hehehe thank you very much hope my plot doesnt confuse you ps add smut please if you like hehehe thank you” by @akutagawahakuryuunosuke !!

a/n ; HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!! i’ve changed the request a teeny tiny bit but it’s still halloween and y/n and ksoo are wearing masks as if they were invited to a masquerade party:))) also this is first time smut so please be aware of that when reading it o_o

“Seulgi! Have you seen my choker?!” you yelled into your shared apartment with your friends Seulgi and Irene.

“Um,” you heard Seulgi from her room, “no? Have you asked Irene?”

You walked to her room, to reply to her question. “Nope, but I guess that’s where I was going next Seulgi.”

She stuck her tongue at you for your childish answer. You just laughed as you walked to Irene’s room.

“Irene, have you seen my — Irene!” you shouted when you saw your favourite choker about to be laid on her neck. “That’s my favourite choker and you took it without my permission!” you exclaimed.

Irene just sighed, her shoulders sagging in the process. “Come on (Y/N)! You wear this choker every year for Halloween — I don’t know how but you always do. Let me just wear it once, please.”

“No,” you deadpanned. “I wear it every year for a reason, now may I please have it back?”

Irene just rolled her eyes as she gave your choker back to you.

“Why do you wear it every year (Y/N)?” you heard Seulgi ask as she made her way into Irene’s room; the ‘make-up room’ as you and your roommates would call it when getting ready for a party.

“That is a good question Seulgi. And the answer is that I get lucky every time I wear it with a costume.”

You heard a gasp come from both girls, followed by a laugh from Seulgi — but not from Irene. In the midst of Irene’s gasp she managed to ruin the lipstick she was applying to her lips, at least it made sense with her vampire attire.

“You wear that for what reason?” she asked you.

“To get luck—”

“I know what she said Seulgi, it was a rhetorical question,” Irene interrupted her. She then got up from her place on the floor to stand in front of you with her hands on your shoulders. “(Y/N), men ain’t shit.”

“Irene, I know. But Halloween is a different—”

“(Y/N), men ain’t shit. It doesn’t matter the circumstance like holidays or whatever — men ain’t shit.”

“Yes mom,” you mumbled as you made your way to your make-up station in Irene’s room.

“Except for Sehun, right?” you heard Seulgi from her station.

You and Irene shared a look before breaking into a smile and tiny giggles. Seulgi didn’t seem to find it funny.

“You guys!” Seulgi said as she got up, making her diy Wanda crown bounce furiously on top of head. “Sehun isn’t like that!”

“Yes, Seulgi. Sehun isn’t like that,” Irene told her. “He hasn’t been like that since you started dating him.”

“Yeah, Seulgi, Sehun liked you so much that he changed for the better and therefore is not shit,” you continued, making Seulgi sit back down in her spot with a smile on her face.

You all then did the remainder of your make-up in somewhat silence, for there was music in the background and when a particular song came on at least one of you would start singing the words silently.

“Hey Seulgi,” you said after you contoured your face perfectly.

“Uh huh,” she said as she was applying her mascara.

“How did Sehun find out about this party?”

“He told me that he found out via one of his classmates Baekhyun. Do you two know Baekhyun?”

“Ugh,” Irene said with scowl placed on her fanged lips, “yes. He’s this guy in my chemistry class. Always loud, always annoying, always asking every girl out. I don’t like him.”

“He can’t be that bad,” you informed Irene. “Is he at least cute?”

“Unfortunately; yes,” she confirmed your suspicion.

“Anyway,” Seulgi said as she changed the subject, “Baekhyun told Sehun about the party and said he can bring whoever he wants — whoever being the three of us. It’s like at this bar that some of their friends rented out for the night or something. That’s all Sehun told me.”

“That sounds cool,” you heard Irene murmur monotonously as she was painting bloodstains in her general mouth area.

You got up from your make-up station with your make-up bag clutched in your hand to look at yourself in the mirror that Irene was using to apply hers.

“That’s hot,” she said with a smirk on her face as she eyed you up and down from where she sat. You heard Seulgi whistle from her corner of the room.

You started to whine at their actions. “You two shut up,” you said as you laughed. “My costume isn’t even finished yet!”

Seulgi lightly nudged you with her elbow. “Then go get your final touch so we can look at you in awe.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you said as you walked out of Irene’s room to yours.

You found what you were looking for; your masquerade mask. It didn’t originally come with your Latin styled dance dress, so you had to find one to complete the costume you had in mind.

Your dress was a dark red that ended at your left mid-thigh and then extended to your right mid-calf with ruffles on the end. There was a lacy part at your mid-riff and also on your sleeves until they ended at your wrist. Your choker – that was on your neck and not Irene’s – complemented another one of your Halloween costumes. And the final touch was your red and gold mask that covered your forehead, your eyes and your nose.

You were finally ready for the party.

You walked back into Irene’s room to see that she and Seulgi were also done with their costumes. Irene was wearing a maroon dress with a flowy skirt and a black cape to perfect her vampire look, fangs and all. Seulgi was wearing a yellow crop top that showed off shoulders and a pair of black skinny jeans with fairy wings to be the Wanda to Sehun’s Cosmo.

“You covered your face?” Irene asked. “Good idea,” she joked.

“Well, I think her choker better complements her costume than yours, Irene,” Seulgi defended you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “What can I say Seulgi? It’s luck—”

“(Y/N),” Irene interrupted you. “Promise me you won’t just sleep with anyone.”

You were about to counter act her statement, say that she has no right in telling you what to do. But then you thought about you last Halloweens. How you always had to leave in a hurry and do the November 1st walk of shame.

So you agreed with her.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Let’s just take selfie and get to this lame party.”

The three of you were almost at the party; the Uber driving taking the fastest route possible.

You hear Seulgi’s phone go off. She quickly went to read the message and reply.

“It was Sehun,” she confirmed the thoughts of both you and Irene. “He asked where we are so I told him that we’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” Irene said. “Now, rules. (Y/N), what’s your rule?” she asked as she turned around to face you from the front passenger seat.

You looked out the window as to not see her face. “I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“’I don’t know’ my butt! We,” she motioned with her arms to the three of us, “are not going to sleep with any guys. That’s the only rule for tonight.”

“Ahem,” Seulgi fake coughed into her hand, which spurred some laughter in the car.

“Unless it’s with our boyfriends — but please refrain from doing that because he’s loud.”

Seulgi gasped as loud as the music that could be heard in the distance of the car — must be the party. “You guys can hear us!”

“Oh Seulgi, say my name,” Irene said in a low voice to replicate Sehun’s to confirm Seulgi’s thoughts.

“Oh no, stop,” she grimaced.

“Oh, yes Sehun!” you carried on with the act with an impression of Seulgi. “Right there!”

“Oh, shut up, at least I’m getting some,” Seulgi said in annoyance, but it was heard on deaf ears as you and Irene were already laughing at your little act.

Before Seulgi could end the laughter, the Uber driver stopped in front of the party venue. You all got out after you said thanks and gave him a tip for his travels and you waved him off as he drove away.

“Seulgi, girls!” you heard a man say happily from behind you. It was Sehun.

He lifted Seulgi into his arms as he hugged her. “Where have you been? They wouldn’t let me in without a costume or I’d have to work the whole party.”

“That’s your fault for leaving your stuff at our apartment. With that being said, here’s the rest of you costume,” Seulgi said as she handed him his wand and his floating crown. Cosmo was definitely one of the easiest costumes to concoct.

Sehun then turned to the three of you when he put the crown on his head. “How do I look ladies?”

“You look odd,” Irene laughed.

“Hey, that’s not nice. Seulgi, Irene is bullying me,” Sehun complained.

“Sehun, the show’s called The Fairly Oddparents, she was technically giving you a complement,” you told him matter of factly.

Sehun furrowed his eyebrows — the way that Seulgi would gush over for hours on end. “I thought the show was called The Fairy Godparents.”

Irene placed her head in her hands, shaking it ever so slightly.

“Oh, Sehun,” you sighed as you made your way to the entrance of the party.

Irene made her way next to you as Seulgi was dragging Sehun to keep with the two of you. You came to the entrance that was being guarded by a guy from your English class. You think his name was Minseok.

“I told you Minseok that I had a costume,” you heard Sehun say from behind you.

Minseok just rolled his eyes. “This isn’t fair, I came dressed like a security guard for the party and then they make me play the part.”

“Don’t worry Minseok, when I leave I’ll bring you candy,” you reassured him.

Minseok squinted at you in the dim light. “Is that (Y/N)? Great costume, I barely recognised you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you walked into the party with your group.

You got to the party just in time. People were dancing as they had already gotten something to drink. The lighting was perfection as were the Halloween decorations. You could tell that this bar was rented and not just some lame Halloween bar that anyone could go into on such a night.

“Oh, (Y/N), before I forget. There was a guy who was also wearing a mask,” Sehun told you as the four of you were about to split into two different groups.

“Really?” Irene asked. “Another person who’s afraid of showing their face to the public?”

You pushed Irene slightly. “Who are they?”

“I don’t know,” Sehun shrugged. “I just know that he’s dressed as the Phantom.”

“Anyway, see you two later!” Seulgi shouted over the blaring of the music. “Sehun and I are going to make out somewhere!”

“Really?” was all you heard from Sehun as Seulgi dragged him to the middle of the dance floor.

You and Irene laughed at Sehun’s childish ways.

“So,” you motioned to Irene, “what are we going to do now?”

“I was thinking. We get some drinks, and then go dance. You in?”

You took her hand in yours and walked to the bar. “You’re my other half, you know that right?”

She laughed with you as you both took a seat at the bar.

“Mr Bartender!” you both shouted over the music to be heard.

There was a thump from underneath you, followed by a small ‘Ow’. When the two of you looked over the bar you could see the bartender, realising that it was only his first day, being one of the few who didn’t bring a good enough costume.

“Yixing,” you heard Irene whine. “How did you get into this mess?”

Yixing rose up from the floor, holding his head. “They told me it was a dress up party,” he motioned to the dapper jacket, “so I dressed up.”

“Oh, Yixing,” you cooed. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

His little dimple showed as he smiled at your words. “Thanks, now, what could I get you ladies?”

You and Irene had danced for hours on end, with the exception of talking to friends from class and getting a drink from Yixing once in a while. After about one in the morning you both decided that you were both too tired to dance anymore and decided to sit at the bar and keep Yixing company — you also sneaked outside to give Minseok some candy as promised.

“I still don’t understand,” Yixing was going on for the umpteenth time, “how I can barely recognise you with that mask and your costume on (Y/N).”

“Maybe it’s because you’ve been at the bar the whole night, Xing,” you teased as you took a sip from your drink.

“But in his defence,” Irene stated, “a lot of people haven’t recognised at all.”

You flipped your hair. “I guess I’m just the best at Halloween.”

You heard groans from your friends, you just laughed in response.

Then somebody caught your eye; a guy in a mask. Not your usual mask like Pennywise or Scream, the mask Sehun told you about from the beginning of the evening; the Phantom of the Opera.

The Phantom also turned to see you looking at him. You gave him a smile and a wave to which he returned the favour of a smile.

Irene caught your attention before you could go up and talk to him.

“Who are you waving at?” she asked as she turned around to see the Phantom, but his face was buried in his phone.

“I just waved to the Phantom over there,” you said. “That’s the guy Sehun was telling me about earlier.”

“Ah, yes,” Irene remembered the conversation from earlier that evening. “The mask dweller.”

But before she could say anything, a guy dressed as a police man walked up to your group and started to speak.

“Oh no,” you heard Irene mumble before he said anything.

“Hey Bae, fancy seeing you here,” said the police man.

“Baekhyun,” Irene frowned as she silently gave you the name of the police man (who was indeed extremely cute), “just because my name is Bae does not mean you get to call me that. Everyone in this universe knows exactly what you’re talking about when you call me ‘Bae’.”

“Come on, you know I don’t mean it like that Irene,” Baekhyun continued.

Irene got up. “You’re insufferable,” she told Baekhyun. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she told you. “You can finish my drink.”

Then she left you with Yixing and Baekhyun — who soon followed her after he had finished her drink.

“The bathroom? Count me in Bae,” he said as he followed Irene to wherever she was going.

“Looks like it’s just me and you, Xing,” you said to him with a wink.

He looked over your shoulder with a small smile. “Not for long,” he said as he walked to the other side of the bar.

“What?” you said before you got tapped on your shoulder to be face-to-face with the Phantom.

“Is this seat taken?” the Phantom asked motioning to the stool that was previously sat on by Irene.

You were too dazed to answer his question right away. With his hair styled back and sleek it’s as if he just stepped out of the 1920s with his masquerade outfit. His little cape that laid across his shoulders over his three-piece suit was just the perfect size for him. But his lips — oh god. These lips must’ve been carved out by angels themselves with how lush and full they looked.

Before you started to look borderline crazy with your staring, you replied to the Phantom. “It was, but I don’t think she’ll be coming here anytime soon.”

“I’m the Phantom,” he said. “Who might you be?”

“I’m the Dancer,” you replied with a dancing gesture with your hand.

He smiled the cutest of smiles you had ever seen. “Really? You’re not going to tell me your name?”

You looked up to the ceiling, thinking if you were actually going to do that. “Yes,” you said with a laugh.

“Fine,” the Phantom said. “Then I’m not obligated to give you mine.”

“That seems fair,” you whispered to him.

“So,” you continued your little conversation, “are you any good at singing? Are you as the good as the original Phantom?”

“No,” he said shyly, which mad you feel bad. “I think I’m better,” he said with a grin.

You gasped, pushing his shoulder. “You almost made me feel bad for you!”

“Do you still feel bad for me?” he asked you innocently.

“No,” you stated simply.

“Why not?” he pouted, making his lips look even better.

“Because, I’m going to buy you a drink,” you said while motioning Yixing over. “Yixing this is my friend, the Phantom. I am the Dancer. Please give us a round of your finest beverage,” you said whilst laughing.

“Okay, Dancer,” he said while getting you two a beer, the only drink available for the evening since Yixing was the bartender.

“So,” the Phantom said after he took a swig from his beer, “how do you know Irene?”

Nobody really could tell who you were with this mask on, then again, you couldn’t tell who the guy was right in front of you with the mask on.

“I can’t say, you’ll probably know who I am if I spill,” you said as you tapped your beer bottle with your finger. “How do you know Irene?”

The Phantom smiled, oh you loved it when he smiled. “I actually don’t. Before coming over here I texted my friend to get rid of her, then he told me her name was Irene and I was grateful that I did.”

You gave a confused smile. “Why were you grateful that you sent Irene away with your friend Baekhyun?”

The Phantom took another sip of his beer. “Because she’s Irene “Men Ain’t Shit” Bae that’s why.”

You laughed so hard at what he called Irene because it was so accurate.

“That was such an accurate depiction of Irene, wow,” you said with tears on the verge of coming out of your eyes.

With the mention of Irene you remembered your promise to her and to yourself; no guys tonight. Which made you quite sad because you actually liked this guy. He wasn’t like the others where you knew it would be a fling. This guy seemed like he could be a good one.

Over the course of two beers, you and the Phantom had gotten to know each other somewhat well. To keep your identities a secret you omitted some information that would be crucial. But as the clock was about to strike two you got a message from Irene.

bae™ [01:57am]: We should get going babe, it’s getting late

bae™ [01:58am]: Plus Sehun’s crying into Seulgi’s shoulder because somebody broke his crown lol

bae™ [01:58am]: You have to see it

You were about to tell the Phantom you were going to leave soon, when he excused himself to go to the bathroom. That’s when your brilliant plan struck you.

(Y/N) [01:58am]: i’ll be out there soon, keep sehun crying lmao

(Y/N) [01:58am]: take pics too;)

“Xing!” you screamed across the bar.

Yixing made his way towards you. “Where’d your Phantom go?”

“He went to the bathroom, I need a pen and paper stat,” you ordered while he got what you wanted.

Dear Phantom,

I had to leave urgently, my friend’s boyfriend was crying so I had to see it in person because it was over something so dumb. I’ll tell you later about it

Anyway, this is my favourite choker. I’m leaving it with you and my number because I trust you and I like you. We can make plans for when I can get it and maybe we can hang out sometime ;)

Anyway, from your favourite dancer,

The Dancer (+82 45 5318 5341)

Then you took off you choker and poked a hole in the note to stick the choker inside of it.

“Yixing,” you said to get his attention once again.

“Yes (Y/N)?” he asked.

“I need you to give this to the Phantom. I have to go home now and this has my number on it with my choker, please give it to him.”

Yixing smiled while he took the note and the choker from you. “You must really like him.”

You nodded. “I guess,” you said before greeting him good-bye.

You managed to steal a whole bag of candy to give to Minseok from the snack table, to which he was very happy about.

You met up with Irene, Seulgi and Sehun — who was all better now to your disappointment — to wait for your next Uber to take the four of you to your apartment.

“What took you so long?” Irene asked as she put her arms around you.

“I was writing a note,” you answered.

“You wrote a note?” Sehun asked, obviously drunk from the party. “Who writes notes these days? Why didn’t you just text this person?”

“Sehunnie,” you said as you pinched his cheek, “how must I text this person if I was giving them my number on the note?”

Sehun looked confused, he was thinking really hard about what you had said. “Oh,” he said once he figured it out.

The three of you laughed at his drunken state as your Uber pulled up to pick you up. Irene took her spot in the front, you got in the back, followed by Seulgi and then Sehun.

“How was Baekhyun?” you asked Irene.

She groaned in response. “That guy cannot take no for an answer. I swear I’m going to smack him on the head one of these days.”

You laughed as you felt your phone vibrate in your sling bag.

You got a message. From an unknown number. Normally you would be alarmed, but with the Phantom in mind you opened your messages.

UNKNOWN NUMBER [02:07am]: You’re sneaky

(Y/N) [02:07am]: what can i say? you took too long, my friends were waiting for me

While you waited for him to reply to you, you quickly changed his name from UNKNOWN NUMBER to the cute phantom because that’s all he was to you for the time being.

the cute phantom [02:11am]: Well I’m sorry that I ran into Baekhyun telling me all about how Irene was all over him

(Y/N) [02:12am]: don’t listen to him, he’s full of shit

the cute phantom [02:12am]: Trust me, I wasn’t

the cute phantom [02:13am]: So, when do you want your choker back? It looks really special

(Y/N) [02:13am]: the sooner the better pleeeeeeease

He was typing for three minutes straight before he finally messaged you back.

the cute phantom [02:16am]: How about Friday? We can talk where and what time during the week, but you’ll get your beloved choker on Friday

(Y/N) [02:17am]: it’s a date, phantom;)

(Y/N) [10:34am]: remember to bring your mask when you leave for the café

the cute phantom [10:36am]: I don’t understand why I must bring the mask if we’re going to see each other for lunch

(Y/N) [10:37am]: how must i know it’s you if you’re not wearing the mask??

the cute phantom [10:38am]: Because you’re not dumb and you could tell by my physique that I am the ‘cute’ phantom

(Y/N) [10:38am]: if you don’t think that i think that i’m dumb then you obviously don’t know me at all

(Y/N) [10:38am]: and what do you mean by ‘cute’? you are cute!!

the cute phantom [10:39am]: Haha, I’ll see you at lunch later

You and the Phantom spoke every day since the Halloween party leading up to your little date at the café for lunch today. You were so excited to see him again, you even had all of your friends groaning every time your phone vibrated with a message from him.

On the day after the party you and the Phantom spoke throughout the course of the day, which alarmed Irene because you had only met each other just a few hours ago. She would recite her mantra to you “men ain’t shit” throughout the whole day, only to realise that this guy was special to you so she quickly stopped the next day.

However, Seulgi and Sehun would talk about you and the Phantom non-stop.

“When are you seeing this guy again?” Sehun asked you at breakfast when you ended your chat with the Phantom.

“Today for lunch,” you answered simply as to not show them how excited you really were.

“You see what she’s doing there, Sehun?” Seulgi asked him. “She’s doing her thing where she acts like she’s not excited about her date so we don’t tease her. She’s wrong of course,” she said with a laugh.

You threw a dishcloth at her. “So what if I’m excited? I like this guy.”

Irene rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know his name (Y/N). You just call him the Phantom.”

You threw another dishcloth at Irene. “That doesn’t matter, I know everything else about him and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah,” Sehun mumbled as he ate his cereal.

“See, Sehun’s my only friend in this apartment,” you said as you hugged him from behind.

“Yeah, you’re all just jealous that she’s getting dick tonight and none of you are.”

The three of you gasped in shock and started hitting Sehun with the many dishcloths in your kitchen.

“Hey!” Sehun shouted. “I’m trying to eat my cereal!”

Irene had the last word with a flick to his head. “Then don’t say dumb shit at breakfast.”

Sehun opened his arms for Seulgi to sit in his lap. “Seulgi, Irene is bullying me.”

She sat down gently on his lap. “I know baby, but you deserved it this time.”

You and Irene made gagging noises as you poured yourself some water.

“You two are so cheesy it makes me want to throw up,” Irene said to them.

“Well then you better throw up now because if you’re sleeping over at my place that means there’s a lot more where this came from,” Sehun said with a smirk plastered on his face.

You groaned. “Why are you all leaving the apartment? Do you think I can’t control myself?”

A unanimous “Yes” was heard from your friends followed by a gasp from you – and then laughter from said friends.

“Listen (Y/N),” Irene said once the laughter had died down, “we love you and know you. And even though it is technically your first date with this guy, I want you to make good choices. And if you make a choice that I wouldn’t like, I don’t really want to be here for it.”

Your jaw dropped at her words. Seulgi and Sehun just burst into another series of laughter.

“Oh!” you were at a loss for words. “Everyone, just shut up! I’m going to get ready now and if you guys are still laughing I’m going to be very angry and I’m going to move out!” you shouted as you walked to your room.

“Who are you going to move in with?!” Sehun yelled from the kitchen. “Your Phantom boyfriend?!”

You chose to ignore him, it would just make him feel better if you replied to him. So you decided to get ready for your shower, put on your favourite coffee date outfit and do a natural make-up look. By the time you were done you had about 20 minutes until you had to be at the café and your friends were just about to leave to go to Sehun’s.

“Enjoy your sleepover,” you said as they were leaving. “I wish I could join you.”

“Why? So you could see more of me?” Sehun asked as he pulled Seulgi and Irene closer to him.

“No, you have good food there and I would like to eat of it. I would actually prefer if you weren’t there but we can’t always get what we want.”

Sehun rolled his eyes and chose to ignore you.

“Okay, we’re leaving now,” Irene said as she was out of the door. “Make good choices please.”

“Like sucking dick,” Sehun offered. “That’s a good choice.”

The only response he got was a smack to his chest from both sides.

“Ow! I’m just trying to be funny!” Sehun whined.

“Yeah, trying,” Irene said as she walked to the staircase, Sehun following her and telling her how funny he is.

That just left you and Seulgi. She gave you quick hug while whispering, “Suck his dick.”

You just stood there in your door way wondering what had gotten into Seulgi. She must be spending too much time with Sehun. You just laughed it off and got your jacket to leave for the café.

You’re in walking distance to the café so you had a few minutes to spare. While you wait for the Phantom you order yourself a chocolate mocha to keep you company. When you sat down with your mocha you put your mask on your face, as to keep your identity hidden if he were to come into the café.

You felt people staring at you — probably because of your choice of attire.

“I’m just meeting somebody here,” you announced to the café. But nobody took note of you , they just went back to their coffee and so did you.

As you are about to get your phone to tell the Phantom that you’re at the café, you hear the bell attached to the front door chime, followed by a grunt and the door closing shut.

You smile, recognising the physique of the Phantom from the door. He turned around to face you with his mask on, obviously freaking out to put his mask on earlier.

He walked over to the table you were sitting.

“Really?” he opened with as he took the seat across from you .

“What?” you asked in confusion, raising your brow in the process.

“You had to sit so that the front door was in your vision,” he stated.

You smiled at him. “This is where I usually sit. I like sitting here, thank you very much.”

He smiled back at you, then looked down at your coffee. “I see you didn’t order me a coffee. Now I’m sad.”

You raised your hand to stop him from speaking. “Just chill, okay. Wait a few seconds.”

He opened his mouth, but the barista at the counter interrupted him. “An Americano for… the Phantom?”

You laughed silently behind your hand as the Phantom had to walk up to the counter to retrieve his drink.

“You know it was Halloween earlier this week, right?” the barista asked him.

He looked the barista in the eye. “You think I’d willingly do this to myself. It was all her doing,” he said as he pointed at you.

You gave the barista a little wave and a giggle as the Phantom returned to your table for two.

“So, when are we going to take off these masks? I feel like an idiot,” he confessed.

“We can do it now,” you said as you untied your mask from the back of your head and took it off from your face.

“I’m (Y/N),” you said as you extended your hand across the table.

He took your hand in his and shook. “I’m Kyungsoo,” he said as he took off his mask to reveal the other half of his perfect face with his other hand.

“Wow,” you said quietly as you stared into your drink, ready to take a sip.

“You could say that again,” Kyungsoo said as he took a sip of his own beverage.

“Wow,” you repeated, slightly louder, causing him to laugh at you repeating the word.

“You didn’t have to repeat that,” Kyungsoo said with a roll of his eyes followed by a chuckle.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I finally got the last piece of the puzzle today let me be happy okay,” you said with a hint of laughter to your words.

Kyungsoo nodded in agreement. “It is nice to finally put a name and a face to the girl I’ve been talking to, (Y/N),” he said as he raised his coffee mug in the air.

“Right back at you, Kyungsoo,” you said with a clink of your mugs.

You and Kyungsoo stayed inside of the café and talked for hours before they informed you that they were closing soon.

“Have we really been here for five hours?” Kyungsoo asked you as you both exited the café.

“I would assume so, they did kick us out,” you teased him.

You slowly walked in the direction of your apartment, Kyungsoo catching up and taking your hand into his, causing you to feel warm all over.

“So, where to next?” Kyungsoo asked as you were still walking in the direction of your apartment.

“Um, I’m walking to my apartment. Where would you like to go?”

“I think your apartment is a great destination,” Kyungsoo confirmed as you eagerly led the way.

He held your hand all the way to your apartment building, all the way up the stairs and to your floor and he only let go of it when you looked for your keys in your purse but instead placed it on your lower back as you both walked in.

“This is my home!” you announced as you took off your jacket and shoes, motioning for Kyungsoo to do as you did.

“Your place is really nice,” Kyungsoo said out loud.

“Yeah, Irene likes to keep it clean,” you responded.

Kyungsoo smiled at you. “Yeah, I remember.”

You don’t know what was wrong with you. You spent the entire week messaging Kyungsoo and calling him when you couldn’t type anymore. You just spent the last five hours talking to him about absolute nonsense. Why couldn’t you say anything right now?

“Oh,” Kyungsoo said, “I almost forgot about this.”

He walked over to his jacket to retrieve something; your choker.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Really?”

“What?” he asked with a smile.

“You’ve had that the entire time we’ve been together and only think of now to give it to me,” you said as you walked over to him.

“Well you didn’t exactly give me the chance, you wouldn’t stop talking about this dog you saw outside of your class that one time.”

You gasped. “That was a cute dog, Kyungsoo!” you said as you pushed his shoulder lightly, keeping your hand there for quite some time.

You were both just staring at each other in the comfortable silence. Him being this close just felt so right.

“Lift your hair up for me,” he whispered, you felt his breath tickle your nose as he spoke to you.

“Why?” you said with a grin as you lifted your hair to reveal your neck.

He ignored your question and just got straight to putting your choker on your neck. Only, he didn’t move behind you to do it as it would normally be done. He stepped closer to you and looked over your shoulder to make sure that the latch was attached to the right loop.

“Just as I remember,” he said as he looked down at you when the choker was on your neck. “Perfect.”

And at that moment you kissed him; there wasn’t a better moment to do so. You felt him kiss you back after a few seconds and you smiled before pulling away from his lips.

“That was nice,” you said after a moment of silence.

Kyungsoo smirked. “But not as nice as this,” he said before he pushed you to the nearest wall and placed his lips on top of yours , only this time it was a little bit aggressive.

You felt Kyungsoo’s hands on your face as he brought your face closer to his. You felt his tongue across your lips, asking for permission to enter, which you allowed with the opening of your mouth. Kyungsoo tasted bittersweet; the bitterness came from the coffee he had consumed and the sweetness from the brownie the two of you shared sometime that evening. You could also feel him growing harder by the minute.

You whined in frustration as he stopped the kiss abruptly. “Which room is your bedroom?” he asked hastily.

You grabbed his hand and led him to your room as he kissed the side of your neck. When you reached your bedroom and the door was shut, he took off your shirt.

“Wow,” he muttered as he looked at you.

You took this opportunity to discard Kyungsoo of his shirt. “I could say the same to you.”

But before Kyungsoo could do anything, you sprang into action and took off his pants and sat him down on the bed as you knelt in front of him.

You could see the slight blush across Kyungsoo’s cheeks. “You don’t have to do this (Y/N).”

You knelt up to be face-to-face with him. “I want to do this,” you said millimetres from his lips. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before you focused on the bulge in his underwear.

He lifted his legs so that you could release him from his underwear. When it was off and on your bedroom floor, his manhood bounced to his stomach, making him groan in relief.

You moved your hand to his head, lubricating him with his own pre-cum. His hands were behind him on your bed — keeping him up right — and his head was tilted back. His face was pure bliss when you started jerking your hand up and down on his member.

Before he even knew it, your lips were kissing his head and he let out a moan of satisfaction.

“You know (Y/N),” Kyungsoo said in between grunts. “I’ve been thinking about us like this for the entire week.”

You hummed against him, exerting another moan from him, this time you looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He lifted your head to bring to his face as he kissed you hard. He made you lie at the head of your bed as he kissed you all over.

“I’ll be back,” he said in between kisses behind your ear. ��I have to get my condom from my jacket. You better be ready for me when I get back.”

You quickly discarded your pants and your panties at the same time as soon as he left. Then you unclasped your bra just as Kyungsoo walked into the room. You let it drop to the floor as he gawked at you from the doorway.

“You are a beauty,” he said as he made his way in front of you, tearing the wrapping off of the condom and placing it on himself with a groan.

He laid you down once more, his face millimetres from yours.

“Are you sure about this?” Kyungsoo asked before anything could happen.

You held his face in your hands. “Kyungsoo, I’ve been thinking of this moment with you since the minute I left that party.”

Kyungsoo smiled as he kissed you, you tangled your hands into his hair. And then you felt him at your entrance, pushing slowly into you.

You opened your mouth in the shape of an O as he started thrusting into you. It’s like the two of you were made for each other. You two just instantly clicked; from the moment you met, to the texts, to this moment right now.

You could feel him hitting your g-spot. “Kyungsoo! Right there!”

He nodded into your chest as he hit the same spot over and over while he kissed and licked at your nipples.

“Are you feeling good, baby?” Kyungsoo asked in your ear.

“Yes,” you repeated like a mantra in his ear. You could feel him smiling as he bit down onto your ear gently.

“Are you close?”

“Y-yes Kyungsoo!”

He left the crook of your neck to look into your face — your blissed out face. “Then let’s finish together, okay?”

You nodded vigorously as Kyungsoo knelt down to kiss you once again passionately, contradicting to how he was moving down there, going faster with each thrust.

It didn’t take long before you both finished, Kyungsoo thrusting into you slowly until you put a hand on his shoulder, silently asking him to stop. He slowly slid out of you and left to clean himself and you up. He then climbed into your bed and you followed suit.

He hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder. “Explain to me why we didn’t do this in the first place?” Kyungsoo asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

You exhaled as you held onto his hand at your stomach. “I promised Irene I wouldn’t sleep with anyone that night. Biggest mistake, am I right?”

“You most definitely are right,” Kyungsoo said as he traced patterns on your stomach, causing you to squirm slightly.

“And what’s so special about this choker? I mean you look good in it, but why is it so special?”

You turned around to look him in the eye.

“Would you like to know why?” you said with a smirk.

“Um, yeah,” he laughed. “I just asked you why.”

You took off your choker to put on your nightstand. “It helps me get lucky.”

Kyungsoo let out the biggest laugh for your reasoning of why your choker was your favourite one.

“I would say no way,” Kyungsoo started, pausing to kiss you softly, “but you just got lucky, and I can’t argue with that logic.”

thanks so much for reading!! remember that this is my first time writing smut and i don’t think that i’m good at writing such genre yet so just keep that in mind, thaaaanks:)

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Stay - Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Landing your dream role in the new Avengers movie and moving to an apartment at LA was supposed to be great. But luck it seems was not on your side. Or is it? You are sure though that living with Tom Holland was either the best or the worst decision you have ever made.

Your superhero character is Black Cat (Felicia Hardy)

Prompt from @d-rklights : you just got cast in the next avengers movie and need to find an apartment to live in tom offers his place in the mean time but you never end up moving out :) can be platonic or romantic

Part 2

Chapter 1

".......I am so sorry,(Y/N)"

The building manager, Mr. Smith, bowed his head in apology for the 5th time as you both stared at your apartment's living room in horror.

A burst pipe

Of all the rotten luck, you think to yourself as you surveyed the damage. The water had been cleaned up before you arrived but the state of the room was still sad.

Sad and soaked.

You were surprised when Smith called you while you were filming last night, saying that there was an emergency. You couldn't duck out of the set so you told him you'll be there as soon as you can.

Soon being the next morning. Meaning you were tired and wanted nothing more than to crash on your bed.

You sighed and entered the apartment, noticing the still damp floorboards.

"Thankfully this is the worst of the damage"

Smith entered the room as well, wincing as his eyes landed on the carpet, the couch, and finally on the TV.

"The water made it to your room as well but not high enough to cause any real damage."

Tell that to my shoes

You made a beeline to your walk-in closet and sure enough the shoes you've meticulously arranged at the bottom the week before were drenched. You ran a hand over your other clothes, and let out a sigh of relief. Dry.

You reached up to take your suitcases down. Trying to keep your cool as you placed them on your bed.

A slight touch on the duvet confirmed that it was dry. This was turning to a sad game of wet or dry.

Smith rambled on as you started to collect your stuff.

"We will of course return your deposit and pay for any damage to your personal belongings." He scratched the back of his neck as he watched you pack. He seemed to have aged by 5 years overnight and you took pity upon seeing the dark circles under his eyes. He must have spent the night cleaning up the mess.

Smith was always nice to you when he saw you enter the building after a shoot. Always smiling and asking about your day. Truthfully, he was one of the reasons why you loved this apartment. A friendly face was always good especially since you're new in town.

You gave him a small smile as you continued to place your things in the case.

"Don't sweat it Mr. Smith, most of these were bought by my agency anyways. I'll tell them there's no need."

"But-"

You held up your hand to stop his protests.

"Really, I insist. Use that money to fix this place up. I'm betting that it'll cost a lot"

He gave you a smile that crinkled the edge of his eyes.

"I can never get anything past you, can't I?"

"Nope"

You dumped the last of your clothes in the suitcase and closed it with a snap. Turning to the manager, you gave one last look over your bedroom to see if you missed anything.

All set

"It'll take at least a month to fix everything up"

You're heart sunk as you tried to think of where you'll stay for the meantime. You made a mental note to call your manager soon to let her know that you were homeless at the moment.

"Of course, you're welcome to stay here when it's done. 2 months free of charge!"

“Then I will take you up on that offer, Mr. Smith! I love this apartment. I’ll come back when everything’s fixed.”

He took the cases from you and insisted to carry them to your car outside. There was a small frown on his face as he lugged them down the front steps.

“Where will you be staying? If you want to, I can make a few calls, see if anyone I know has a free space for rent”

“Hmm, I’ll probably go back to the studio for today. Crash in my trailer before looking for a new place.”

Though you seriously doubt that you’ll get another one as good as this in such a short notice. It took you months to finally find this place. It was near the movie studios and in a good neighborhood. Not too pricey, it was perfect place to start for someone like you who’ve just gotten her first major role.

“Well if you’re sure” He placed the luggage in the trunk “Promise that you’ll stay safe? A trailer is no place for rising star”

You snorted at that and climbed inside your car “Rising? Doubtful. Star? Still doubtful. I was just lucky”

Smith closed the door for you and leaned at the window “Luck has nothing to do with it kid. You must be talented for those big shots to notice you, right?”

“That is strictly confidential” You revved up your car and waved goodbye “Let me know when I can come back, okay?”

“Sure thing! I’ll spruce this place up. Take advantage of the renovations. Really sorry for the mess, (Y/N)”

You shouted back as you drove away towards the studios.

“Good luck, Mr. Smith! I’ll be waiting for your call!

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

You stumbled to your trailer as you struggled with your bags. Feeling the effect of the sleepless night creep up on you. Some of the staff looked at you curiously as you moved past them. The studio was already busy with preparing for today’s shoot. Some of the actors already milling around with coffees in their hands.

“Hey (Y/N)!”

You turned around and saw Harrison Osterfield trying to catch with you.

“Good morning, Harrison. What’s up?”

Harrison was one of the people that you’ve easily made friends with upon arriving at the set. It helped that your ages weren’t too far apart but it maybe also because the guy was actually very nice. He talked to you during breaks. Even giving you a few tips since he’d been in the acting scene far longer.

He took in the suitcases you were pulling and your slightly haggard appearance. He gestured at the bags and raised a questioning brow.

“Did you just run away from home?”

You rolled your eyes at him before continuing your walk to your trailer.

“Haha very funny”

He took one of your suitcase away to help you. He laughed as he fell into step beside you.

“Seriously, (Y/N), what’s with all the luggage? Are you planning to move into your trailer?”

“That’s the plan” You mumbled and felt the heat in your cheeks as you basically admitted that you have nowhere else to go.

Harrison started to laugh again but stopped short upon seeing your serious expression.

“What the hell? You’re kidding right? What happened? I just saw you post a picture in your apartment like a day ago”

You explained about the burst pipes and about looking for a new place to stay as you reached your trailer. You plopped down on the small couch inside and covered your tires eyes with an arm, not seeing the grin that was slowly forming on Harrison’s face.

“That’s some bad luck you have there, Black Cat”

You removed your arm from your face and glared at him. The lack of sleep and the realization that you were stuck in your trailer indefinitely was putting you in a cranky mood.

“Don’t you have somewhere else you have to be? I think I hear your boss calling you.”

“And cue the claws” He chuckled as he made his way to the trailer door “I’ll let you get to your much-needed beauty sleep. Wouldn’t want the boss to worry about me. You know he’s hopeless without me helping him out.”

Though your mind was getting hazy from the pull of sleep, you were able to laugh as you settled more comfortably on the couch.

“Shut the door you div”

The last thing you heard was Harrison’s laugh and a muffled “Sweet dreams, (Y/N)”

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

“Mate! Where’d you sneak off to?”

Harrison entered Tom’s trailer and sat down next to his best friend. Tom was already in costume, going over his lines. There were a few Spiderman scenes to be shot today and he didn’t want to throw Tom off track but he couldn’t pass the opportunity to mess with him.

“Just catching up with my favorite feline”

If he hadn’t known Tom for so long then he would have missed how the brunette had slightly tensed upon realizing that he was talking about you.

“Oh? How is she? Isn’t she a bit early? They won’t be shooting her scenes until this afternoon, right?”

He didn’t look up from the script but his attempt to be casual was in vain. Harrison had already noted that Tom looked at your schedule and may have memorized it. He gave a dramatic sigh and made a show of shaking his head.

“Not good. The little kitten just became a stray.”

Tom choked at Harrison’s choice of words and turned to hit his friend with the script in his hand.

“What the fuck, you freak! You are a creepy old man, mate”

Harrison fended off the attack while laughing.

“It’s the truth! I just dropped off the poor thing at her trailer. Dude, I helped her out with her stuff. She said that there was an accident at her flat. A faulty water pipe or something. The owner had to get her out for renovations. She’s probably sleeping right now. She looked dead tired.”

Tom landed one last hit on Harrison’s head before a knock interrupted.

“TOM! We’re ready for you on set!”

“I’ll be there in a sec!”

Tom stood up, shaking his head to clear his head. He needed to get into character. But the thought of you sleeping in your trailer kept popping up in his thoughts. He ran a hand through his hair and made his way to the trailer door with Harrison following behind him.

They were walking towards the set when Harrison placed an arm around Tom’s shoulders and leaned in close to his ear.

“You got this mate! Kill it on set and I’ll look into how we can adopt a stray”

Tom shook his best friend off, giving him one last glare before reaching the set. Harrison simply shook in silent laughter, his mind already forming plans. This will be an interesting couple of months at the very least.

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You stepped out of your trailer, planning to make a run to a nearby cafe.

“Hey roomie”

You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to see Tom Holland leaning against your trailer. He was still in costume minus the mask and he had a smile plastered on his face.

“Roomie?

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*Daveed Diggs x Reader

*Summary: Reader is Jasmine’s sister and is hanging out with the cast before a show. Her and Daveed get too close for Jasmine’s comfort.

*Warnings: Swearing

*A/N: So one of my nerdy ass friends is now an admin for this blog. He’s going to be dealing with the gay (AKA m/m fics, I’ll do f/f fics), and Supernatural stuff (I’m not really sure, I wasn’t listening to him when he was telling me. Sorry, dude). Anyways, he’ll mark his stuff with a D (he’s Admin Draco, that sinning nerd) and I’ll mark my stuff with an R (Admin Ridiculousn3ss). Also I’m kinda positive that someone did something kinda like this with Anthony Ramos instead, so if you know that and could tell me who that is so I can credit them, that’d be great. Also I might do a second part to this.

You couldn’t believe that you were here. Your sister had landed a major role on Broadway and had invited you to hang out with the cast. The first chance you had, you found yourself on a plane headed to New York City and your sister with a couple of days notice before your arrival. It would be your first time visiting her since she had moved out to New York, and you were more than excited.

After going to your hotel and dropping off your things, you made your way to the theatre. Just as you were getting out of your cab, you were pretty much knocked over by the ball of energy that was your older sister. “(Y/n)! It’s been forever,” Jasmine gushed as she released you. “You’ve got to meet everyone, they’ve been waiting to meet you, they’re so excited.”

“Yeesh, Jas, I’ve been here for all of two seconds and you almost knock me into the street,” you laughed, hugging her normally. “Plus, I want to meet that boyfriend you’re always posting about.”

“Oh, yeah, Anthony! You’re going to love him, he’s great. It’s seriously been way too long,” Jasmine replied. “Where’re you staying? We should go out after the show.”

“Yeah, I’m down. We need to catch up, Skype just isn’t cutting it anymore,” you joked as she led you into the theatre. Jasmine led you backstage to where the rest of the cast was hanging out, introducing you briefly to a few people on the crew that you passed.

“Hey, Jas, is that?” The freckled man that you recognized from Jasmine’s Instagram asked as he approached the two of you.

“Yeah, hi, I’m (y/n),” you said, having to go through the awkward hug-or-handshake thing. After a couple seconds it ended up being a quick hug.

“I’m Anthony, Jasmine’s boyfriend,” he told you with a bright smile.

“I know, she never shuts up about you,” you laughed.

“Sometimes I really hate you,” Jasmine groaned with a small laugh of her own. “Has anyone else showed up yet?”

“Yeah, Pippa, Lin, and Oak just got here a few minutes ago,” Anthony informed her. She nodded.

“Okay, you’ve got to meet Lin first, he’s the reason for all of this,” Jasmine told you as she took your hand and began dragging you to what you assumed was Lin’s dressing room. Anthony followed close behind, watching in amusement. “Lin, I have someone you need to meet,” Jasmine said as she burst through the door, revealing more people that you recognized from pictures she sent you.

After introducing you to everyone as they showed up, Jasmine took you to Anthony’s dressing room, where a few people were lazing around, waiting for half-hour. Oak, Daveed, Anthony, and Groff were talking amongst themselves while the girls essentially interrogated you. Renée and Pippa had taken to you like you were their own sister, sitting next to you on the floor and talking about your college life. “What’s your major again?” Jasmine asked, knowing damn well what you were majoring in.

“Digital design with a focus on advertisements,” you said, the response almost automatic by now. “Gave me an excuse to get an actual drawing tablet.”

“Wait, hold up, you’re still in college? How old are you?” Daveed asked, leaning forward.

“I just turned 22, and it’s my last year,” you replied. “Why, are you an old man like everyone else here?” You tried to come off as joking, cringing slightly at your wording.

“Oh, so it’s like that?” Daveed asked, laughing as everyone else started making a fuss about the ‘old’ part of your comment.

“Yeah. The girls and Groff are the exception to that comment, by the way,” you said, trying to calm them down.

“I’ll take it,” Jonathan grinned. “So the rest of you are old.”

“Not my fault I was born,” Daveed said. You leaned back against his legs, looking up at him with a smile.

“Shush, this is how I show affection,” you joked. Daveed looked down at you with a smile of his own, making your heart flutter. ‘He’s got a great smile,’ you thought.

“Trust me, she jokes about me being ancient all the time,” Jasmine interjected just as you realized that you might’ve been staring at Daveed for a bit too long. You snuck a look at Daveed as Jasmine launched into some (embarrassing, you were sure) story from when the two of you were growing up.

Soon after, your group (minus Groff) went to an early dinner. The entire time consisted of you teasing and, admittedly flirting with, Daveed. There were the subtle arm touches, the lingering glances, the smile that wouldn’t leave your face. Jasmine didn’t like it at all. She watched the two of you closely, still managing to seem completely interested in the conversation that was going on at the table. There was a reason she had made it to Broadway: she was a fantastic actress. Once the group made their way back to the theatre, you had elected to go off with Oak and Daveed instead of hanging out with Jasmine and Anthony, and Pippa and Renée had gone off to do their own things.

“Alright, what’s the matter, Jazzy?” Anthony asked as he noticed that Jasmine was out of it. He followed her gaze to where you were laughing with Daveed and Oak before letting out an ‘oh’ of realization.

“Yeah, I don’t like how close those two are,” Jasmine replied, eyes narrowing slightly as Daveed wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you laughed.

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad. Plus, she’s leaving in like a week, it’s not like they’ll actually get together,” Anthony tried consoling her.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about,” Jasmine replied. Just then, half-hour was called and you made your way from backstage to your seat. As you passed Jas, you stopped her and pulled her into a hug.

“Good luck out there, we still on for going out afterwards?” You asked, releasing her from the hug.

“Yeah, definitely,” Jasmine assured you. You nodded, one of the security team standing by to take you to your seat. As soon as you left, Jasmine’s happy exterior dropped. Daveed passed by her, going to his dressing room, and she reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Jas? I gotta go get in costume,” Daveed said, slightly confused.

“No,” she told him.

“No what? Getting in costume?” Daveed asked, still confused.

“Not that. No to her. You can’t mess with my little sister,” Jasmine stressed.

“What? Jas, your sister’s really nice. I like her, I wasn’t going to mess with her,” Daveed promised.

“She’s still in college, she’s not even going to be in New York for much longer,” she argued. “Not to mention that you’re over ten years older than her.”

“One date, if she doesn’t enjoy herself, and that’s even if she accepts, then I will leave her alone forever and you will never hear about me from her,” Daveed bargained.

“No, that’s still my sister!” Jasmine exclaimed, catching the attention of the crew that were bustling about. She began dragging Davved through the backstage area, making her way to the dressing rooms.

“C’mon, Jas, please, I promise,” Daveed began, getting cut off by Oak trying to get to his dressing room.

“I don’t want to butt in, but if he hurts her, I’ll make sure to put him in his place. Just think about that,” Oak told Jasmine with a bit of a wink.

“What the? I thought you were my friend,” Daveed called to Oak as he shut the door.

“Just because Oak said that, I’ll consider it,” Jasmine told him. “Talk to me after the show.” With that, she turned and made her way to her own dressing room, leaving Daveed standing confused in the hall.

“Jas, you did so amazing!” You exclaimed as soon as you saw her after the show. She was still in costume, talking to Daveed when you were shown backstage. Daveed had looked excited about something when Jasmine had broken away from him to go talk to you instead.

“What’d you think?” Jasmine asked as you hugged her tightly.

“I loved it, everything was just amazing. I need to go tell Lin,” you rambled, breaking away from her to go find the man in question. Once you had found and congratulated him, you made your way back to the main area to find Jas and Anthony.

“Hey, (y/n), can I talk to you?” Daveed asked, walking up to you. He had changed into street clothes, an Oakland hoodie and jeans.

“What’s up?” you asked, shifting from foot to foot.

“I was wondering if maybe you want to go get drinks or something? Like now?” Daveed asked, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Yeah, I’d love to,” you replied with a large smile. That was until you saw Jasmine and Anthony walking out with their bags slung over their shoulders. “But I already agreed to hang out with Jas and Anthony. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Daveed breathed. You handed him your phone, letting him put his number in before you went back to your sister and her boyfriend.

“So, what happened there?” Jasmine asked as soon as you were close enough.

“Daveed asked me out,” you mumbled, a blush rising on your cheeks.

“And?” Anthony asked.

“We’re going out tomorrow,” you revealed. Jasmine gave a small smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as the three of you walked out of the theatre.

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